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[Crysis]

Utapau - Bin'Bad City (Small Town)	Night
Healthy - Sabers - Her "Clothes"	About to do something horrible

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She had been standing in the same spot, yellow eyes piercing the human woman across from her mercilessly. So easy, a simple look of interest from the woman had garnered a glare of hatred from Crysis. She stood with her hood pulled over her Montrals, the woman a rugged, and veteran pirate, smuggler, and slaver; yet as Crysis stared, the pure look of malice on her face had broken the woman's desire to continue engaging in the staring contest. Crysis let the Dark Side radiate from her as she stood, seething on the spot, at times her lip even quivering from the intensity. Just a word, an eye roll... Move a little funny or something. Crysis mentally hoped she did anything to give her reason. What right did she have to look at her as though she could take her or something?

The woman's lips moved, but Crysis didn't hear it, deafened by the building rage before her head canted and she somewhat relaxed

"What?"

She practically spat the words at the other, face scrunching up.

'I-.. I said sorry if I offended you or anything. Just like your clothes.'

She glanced down on instinct, staring at her own clothing briefly before slowly looking back up to glare at her.

"Where is the one we were to meet about the slaves? My Master has been kept waiting for long enough. We tire of this..."

She glanced around at the building the woman was leaning against, the back door of some seedy Cantina, then at the litter ridden alleys before looking back to her.

"Filth..."

She finished, not needing to look behind her to know Kathal was still standing there. She could feel his presence, in more ways than one. Only giving her cause to be much less sociable with these disgusting slavers. For good reason at that, if by some maddening chance she couldn't eradicate this gang by herself, Kathal could do it himself. Which meant she had no reason to be respectful, or patient. She would speak her mind, and if this one didn't like it, they were certainly well within gutting range.

'Lady, no-one rushes Tuu'bad...'

Crysis stared at her for a moment, then turned back to her Master, her scowl breaking, and briefly becoming a near pleading one. She wanted to break it in two... Though, of course not; they needed to get the proper layout before they could expose themselves. As such, still looking in his direction the scowl returned as she turned back, offering the woman a macabre grin...

"Of course.."

She said, the smile fading into a telling scowl. When it happened, this one had better not be in the room. As if this insect should've kept her Master waiting...

Suddenly, the back door to the Cantina opened, and several armed individuals stepped out the back, to which Crysis would only turn her head, glaring at them as well.

'Let's do business, you say you're spending three-hundred thousand... Where's the credit?'

Crysis scoffed at the audacity of it.

"When we see your inventory, you will see credit... Not before."

The man chuckled a bit at that, causing Crysis's demeanor to briefly become baffled. Was he laughing at her?

'Better watch her boys, lil' firecracker here. Come on in, we've got the inventory. Nothing funny, everyone inside is holding, and we'll use em. Minx, keep lookout.'

The Man said, towards the original woman they were speaking to. She nodded and glanced at Crysis in a manner that clearly showed discomfort before looking back at the street. The man that invited in the back door noticed this, and would look over towards Kathal.

'you're handsome...'

He said, clearly not taking the pair seriously. Though, allowing them entry inside. After a few turns, and a descent of some stairs, they would find themselves in a large radial room. Inside, even more thugs with blasters, and a single Hutt on an elevated platform amongst them. The outer radius of the room was separated from the center, and almost immediately as they were coming down the steps, they could see they had dozens. By the Force, it could have easily been over a hundred different kinds of people enslaved. The races weren't specific either. Crysis spotted a Trandoshan, Wookie, Rodian, Twi'lek, and Togruta immediately. Though as they continued, she spotted more. Some Chiss, humans... They were stocked up.

As they were lead to stand in front of the Hutt, it began to grumble, a protocol droid at the base of his platform glancing up, then regarding the pair.

"Greetings, prospective buyers! Tuu'bad the Hutt welcomes you to his emporium of fine meat-ba-"

A woman behind the droid immediately clonked it on the head hard with a spanner tool, to which it spasmed, and tried again.

"Fine, manual labor surplus. The honorable Tuu'bad assures his product is up too standard. Fed, and watered daily. And given the proper amount of supplement to remain nutritionally sound."

The Hutt initially looked to the woman who hit the droid, who held up two fingers very close together, before offering a so-so shake of her hand to the Hutt. The Hutt inhaled deeply, muttering something else, and almost immediately, a Rodian in the room got up to run. A man who wore Mandalorian armor in the corner immediately rising a blaster and hitting him square in the back. The Hutt grumbled again.

"Tuu'bad also assures that he does not like being cheated, as you have clearly evidenced with your own eyes. Is there anything in particular you are in the market for?"

For now, Crysis remained silent, though through her Force Bond with her Master he knew she was simply gauging their defenses and picking out her targets. She would be ready when he was.

Kathal


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[Kathal]

Kathal hated the smell of the place. From the moment they had been let inside, his senses had been assaulted by the rank smell of the place. From the guards that had met and escorted them inside, the half cooked food from run down cookers, and the raw stench of a sewer line running along just outside the building. His senses enhanced by the Force, it took everything he had to refrain from reacting to these feelings. Externally, he showed no emotion as he moved through the slavers compound, though he was certain his first student could sense his barely controlled rage, much as he could sense her own.

In that way, they were truly similar.

They had adopted the façade of a rich business man and his assistant, and as such Kathal did little of the speaking. He put on his best show of arrogance, and barely acknowledged the guards as they came and went from the waiting room. He took small pleasure watching the discomfort that Crysis brought to the other woman in the room, though he did not have long to dwell on this thought before the middle men entered the room. They demanded to see the payment before anything else. Sloppy business, clearly telling their poor economic talents. These people were not experienced in the slave trade.

They would never get the chance to improve.

One of the men made a side comment about Kathal's appearance, sparking a new wave of irritation in the Shaman, quickly controlled. He ignored any further comments as he and his student were led further into the slaver compound. When they came face to face with the Hutt, Tuu'bad, Kathal could not hide the grimace that spread across his face. Kathal despised the Hutt's as a species. By and large, they were the kind of scum the Dominion of Shadows had set out to purge from their small corner of space.

Staring up at the Hutt, Kathal reached up to grab the hood of the robes that he wore. A quick pull brought the black cloth over his blonde hair, shrouding much of his face in shadows. "Slavery...is such a poor practice. Every man, woman and child born in this galaxy has such potential to them. They are born with a well of limitless potential, and their future is determined only by their own actions, and the support they are given. To shackle that infinite potential for the sake of credits is the greatest waste to ever stain this galaxy."

As he continued to speak, Kathal reached into his robe, the move bringing all the blasters in the room up towards him. He ignored the threat, pulling his skull mask out from beneath his robes. He pulled it on, feeling the familiar coarse surface cling to his face. Lifting his gaze, golden eyes glared at the Hutt. "The Dominion of Shadows has decreed that slavery in all its forms is outlawed in this region of space." The disgust and rage Kathal had been containing began to flood out of him as he took a step towards the Hutt. "You asked what we wanted here, you worthless slug."

"We demand Justice."

Turning to look at Crysis, Kathal barked a single order in Icarii, the official language of the Dominion all Scions must learn. "Ma'lren!" (Jump)

Kathal then dropped down to one knee, concentrating a burst of Dark Side energy into his hands and slamming them to the ground. A wave of energy erupted from his hands, flying out in all directions and knocking most of the pirates and bodyguards from their feet. The next instant, Kathal was running towards the nearest downed pirate.

 

[Crysis]

Utapau - Bin'Bad City (Small Town)	Night
Healthy - Sabers - Her "Clothes"	Murdering some Slavers

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There was a shift, where Crysis had been playing the part of a dutiful assistant, she now listened to Kathal with interest. Her presence minimizing as he began to speak. She had already heard it after all, she supposed he was kindly explaining it again out of some form of... Respect? Who knew, Crysis wasn't as smart as him, she just loved the carnage. Even now, she plotted on the person nearest her, already imagining separating head from shoulders, but mostly was just trying to remain ready for what was coming.


Though as he let his anger flare, she had already clipped those sabers from her back, and activated them, her very presence becoming ethereal as the rooms inhabitants were suddenly on edge due to Kathal's movements. When his command came, she hardly required any further talking too. Crysis jumped high into the air, the ghostly after-image of her form mimicking her movements as she landed and impaled her nearest pirate with both of her sabers simultaneously, making sure she had pierced at least one vital organ before letting her gaze snap to another target. And then it began, she sunk into it, moving to the next thug and spinning around into a jump-kick, as her foot pressed his chest she pushed off of it, backflipping into another and skewering him.

A blaster fired behind her and the Togruta dodged it without barely looking behind her, letting the bolt harmlessly fly by her face before she glanced back and raised a stern hand to that corner, trapping four of their enemies it what seemed like nothing but a shimmer of air. The Force Stasis was always a fan favorite, though she had more tricks. For now, she regarded the still moving hostiles, killing them indiscriminately. As far as she was concerned, if they hadn't run away yet, they were fair game.

That still counted for those that were currently hiding away under tables, trying to figure out what was going on. The entrapped slaves were watching this entire fiasco play out with shock, wondering who the Dominion was, and why they had chosen to come help them; although, there was hardly one person that was about to complain.

"Runnnnn, or DIE!"

Crysis cooed, simply drunk with the carnage around her, letting the Dark Side fuel her savagery, not to mention likely working on Kathal very much the way he was working on her.

"Hiding..."

She kicked over one of the tables, revealing someone hiding away from the combat, raising her hand and unless stopped, would cut them down as well.

"I'll kill you if you hide, you better RUN!"

Kathal


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[Kathal]

Kathal did not draw a weapon in this fight. These scum were unworthy of such a honorable death. Instead, fueling his strength with the Force, he struck into the pirates bare handed. One punch he sent towards a pirate cut clear through the man's torso. Kathal's bloody hand emerged from the man's back, gripping his still beating heart before dropping it. The lifeless corpse fell away from Kathal, leaving his entire right arm stained in bright red blood. Turning, he stared at a group of pirates just behind his first foe. The cries of pain and fear Crysis brought out behind him, and the savagery Kathal had shown were enough to send them running.

A rather brave pirate ran at Kathal's back, thinking him exposed and an easy target now. Without even moving his body, Kathal extended his will through the Force and lifted the man from the ground, crushing him in the air and showering both he and Crysis in a spray of blood. Another, a woman this time, fired three short bursts of blaster fire at Kathal. He sidestepped most of the shots, though he had to bring up his hand to deflect two shots. Irked, he pulled the woman towards him, gripping her neck in his clenched hand. With his other hand, he created Sith Lightning, and slammed it down onto her horrified face. Her screams echoed in the slavers den.

Tossing the charred body aside, Kathal turned his attention towards the Hutt, even now trying to make its slimy, worthless escape from the justice that had come for it. Two bodyguards, braver than the rest of the pirates, rushed at Kathal as he began to approach their master. Taking a cue from his student, Kathal froze them both in Force Stasis, the big brutes gasping as they found themselves unable to move. Kathal took it a step further, though, and left them frozen as he walked past them. In the same action, he broke their noses with a small usage of the Force, and sealed their throats. Unable to move, or do anything to save themselves, the two bodyguards suffocated behind Kathal.

Overhead, the sound of blaster fire could be heard. Moments later, Crimson Order Troopers stormed into the pirate den, their blasters tracking every corner as the elite soldiers moved in. Kathal had requested a single Claw, twenty soldiers, from the Lord Militant to aid them in this operation. In all honesty, the Claw could have dealt with this themselves. But Kathal wanted to send a message. "Sergeant, stun rounds only. I want the pirates for my...experiments."

Turning to the Hutt, Kathal stared at him in silence for several seconds as he began to bargain and beg for his life. Kathal ignored his slimy words as he picked up a branding iron. On it, the symbol of the Hutt could be seen. Many of the slaves in the chamber bore that mark, something they would likely never be able to remove. "His voice tires me. Silence him, Crysis." Kathal waited for his order to be carried out, though he refrained his student from killing the Hutt. Taking a step forward, Kathal placed the branding iron against the Hutt's chest, looking him in the eye.

"The Dominion of Shadows does not forgive."

Force Lightning arced around the branding iron, heating it up and burning into the Hutt's chest. Strangled cries came from the Hutt, though Kathal did not stop there. Heating the iron up further, he plunged it through the Hutt's chest, burning through its body before placing the hot metal against the Hutt's engorged heart. It stopped screaming after that.

 

[Crysis]

Utapau - Bin'Bad City (Small Town)	Night
Healthy - Sabers - Her "Clothes"	Murdering some Slavers

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They were starting to get it now, after her latest announcement, and the beheading that had followed it, anyone hiding from the bloodshed still allied with these people that hadn't taken flight yet certainly began now. Crysis ignored them, eyes scanning the room. Where did that Mandalorian go? She scanned for him but didn't see him anywhere. She was hoping to kill one of those metal men. She hadn't done so yet, but had only heard stories that they maintained a certain expertise in their art. One day, seemingly not TOday.

She was still letting off that ethereal ghost that trailed behind her person, giving her a particularly dark, and menacing visage, with multiple silhouettes.
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crushing him in the air and showering both he and Crysis in a spray of blood.​

Her head flinched to the side as the crimson fluid splashed against her features. Though, she would only look back, and up with a devilish grin. Basking in the failure of these weak creatures. Kathal had spoken true to her of such power, and much more the Left-Handed God would bestow had she only kept her mind open to the path.

She didn't bother wiping the blood off; it hadn't gotten in her eye anyway.

Instead she continued to walk to her Master, her senses alight in the Force, and most of the enemies vanquished anyway, there was nothing left to do but clean up now. Someone fired a blaster bolt at her, but aimed for one of the afterimages, before she could truly turn to face them, Kathal had the whelp in his almighty grasp.

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he pulled the woman towards him, gripping her neck in his clenched hand. With his other hand, he created Sith Lightning, and slammed it down onto her horrified face. Her screams echoed in the slavers den.​

Briefly,​

however. She allowed the woman to feel the full weight of her decision before walking behind and running one of her short sabers skillfully through her spinal cord, silencing it. When Kathal continued, she followed just a few paces behind.

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Unable to move, or do anything to save themselves, the two bodyguards suffocated behind Kathal.​

She would casually follow his path, raising both sabers out to her sides as she walked by them, not deep enough to kill, but definitely enough to add just that much more pain to their final moments, a light sneer finding her face as she began to hear blaster fire above. The Crimson's had arrived. Dammit, she wanted that woman from outside! No doubt they would take her kill... Or so she thought until Kathal spoke just a little later.
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"Sergeant, stun rounds only. I want the pirates for my...experiments."​

"If that woman from above lives my Master, may I have her? I also wish to perform some experiments of my own... I also don't like her face."

Crysis said honestly, on both parts, though would clearly say it in a way that denoted respect. She didn't expect to be granted the woman, but very much wanted to wipe that smirk off of her face with her own hands. Irregardless of the answer, she followed, coming to a stop before glancing around and deactivating her sabers finally, clipping one, and glancing up at the Hutt with a pensive curiosity; was this disgusting slug truly begging for its life? Now there was humor Crysis could understand. She giggled a bit at its attempts, moving to sit down when her Master's words caught her halfway into the action. Her head snapped onto the slug, and from her position she jumped from her spot, a good eight feet over, and nine feet up to land directly on his shoulder, left hand reaching in to grab his tongue, while her right deactivated the safety on her saber, bringing it up in one smooth motion to remove a good chunk of it.

She flipped away with the action, landing and giggling at how easy it was; briefly looking at the tongue with disgust before holding it up to the Hutt and dropping it onto the sandy ground.

"Yes, terror, in your last moments..."

She chuckled then, finally clipping her saber, and wiping off that slime on her hand into her black cloak. She then watched what Kathal did, and didn't look away for a second. Didn't flinch, not even slightly did her smile fade, or diminish. She was basking in it, only seemingly becoming bored when the creature stopped convulsing. It was always the worst when it was all over. Now what were they supposed to do?

Kathal


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[Kathal]

"She shall be yours, should she live."

Kathal smiled at his student, a pride he had not felt in a long time washing over him. Despite being not of his blood, she had proven herself to be loyal to him and his will. In every way, she was liked a daughter to Kathal. He had raised her since she was a child, though few would consider what he had put her through to be truly caring for her. Yet for every trial she had undergone, she had grown stronger. Every threat had been conquered, and every enemy that fell before her added to the stairs leading to her glory.

She was the child he had wanted to carry on his legacy. Not the stain that...

Before he could finish his thought, a whistling sound from the darkness drew his attention. Snapping his head around, he was not fast enough to stop the small dart that pricked into his neck. In an instant, he felt a poison begin to flow through his system. He wove the Force into his own blood to slow the spread of the toxin, though he felt his grasp on the Force begin to falter. Stumbling back a step, Kathal's blurred vision spotted the Mandalorian warrior from earlier, having slipped away in the melee, streaking contrails as he ignited his jetpack. Two Crimson Order Troopers raised their blasters, but they were cut down by knives stabbed into their throats.

Kathal raised his free hand up, and a single stream of Sith Lightning shot out towards the Mandalorian, though it was weak and unfocused. The Mandalorian shrugged off the Dark Side attack, redirecting his path with a foot that shoved against an overturned table. Trying to follow the fast moving foe, Kathal turned, bringing his hand around to send another volley at the annoying warrior...

Only to find himself collapsing to the ground. He did not cry out, but the agony flaring across his body called for so much more. He could not feel his legs anymore, a bad sign. Cutting off his attacks against the Mandalorian, Kathal focused all his remaining effort on protecting his heart and vital organs from the fast moving poison in his bloodstream. Turning his head, eyes narrowed beneath his mask, Kathal spoke a single word before he blacked out.

"Crysis..."

Crysis

 

[Crysis]

Utapau - Bin'Bad City (Small Town)	Night
Healthy - Sabers - Her "Clothes"	Murdering a Metal Man

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She wasn't sure she had ever wished for someone to live, but in this case, there were exceptions to be made. The woman hadn't done anything wrong honestly, something in Crysis was just nagging at her to make the whelp suffer. Though also, she did want to begin moving forward with her trials in alchemy. There was still much to learn, and on the bright side, as terrible as what Crysis had stored away in thought for... Whatever its name was, it still wasn't slavery. She could only hope it stayed alive long enough to bring her valuable data. There was also the very subtle joy alchemy brought her within her actual Intelligence didn't factor in as much as she thought.

The keys, the formulas, the outcomes, she could feel them as she performed the art. And in a way, she garnered these small keys the more she toyed with the microscopic avenues that laid within each thing in the world... Though, she was starting to daydream now.

At the worst possible moment, still caught up in their 'victory' she noted she had never actually seen the Mandalorian die until it was far too late.
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Before he could finish his thought, a whistling sound from the darkness drew his attention. Snapping his head around, he was not fast enough to stop the small dart that pricked into his neck.​

The bewildered glare at his neck was short lived, jumping in a leap as she drew and held down her sabers to activate them. In an instant, she cut the sightline off from the Mandalorian, but would continue her movement to kneel in an arc in front of Kathal, letting his Lightning strike true, but unfortunately lacking the devastating effect she had expected, a frown left her as she glanced back at him. She slightly readjusted, the saber in her right hand scouring the ground as she now adopted a defensive ready position. Kathal tried again, and she could feel him fading in the Force.

Nearly, she could feel that drowsiness even touching her, though would shrug it off. Poison. Typical, for what she had heard of the metal men.


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Turning his head, eyes narrowed beneath his mask, Kathal spoke a single word before he blacked out.

"Crysis..."

Her reaction to it wasn't one of outburst, instead her eyes had never left the warrior in front. The ethereal forms of her body flickering with the light movements of her body. It was a good surprise attack, but now his surprise had ended. She didn't need Kathal to finish the sentence. She charged head on, the response to her actions being immediate, and saturating blaster fire. Almost immediately, as she began to deflect the bolts, her actual position became construed. Though the Mandalorian kept up, this was hardly draining. Crysis could deflect blaster bolts for hours, much less when the opponent wasn't really sure where they were shooting.

All the while during her display, her only giveaway was that she constantly crossed the Mandalorian's direct path of her Master, making sure to negate any mistaken, or purposeful blaster fire sent his way. When she was close enough, she simply began to move, closing the spacing with the Mandalorian and engaging him with a flurry of quick strikes, searching for a gap in the armor. The Mandalorian however, was no slouch and kept pace with her for a good while until she slipped one of his return strikes and outstretched her hand at point blank range, exerting serious pressure within the Force and sending him careening hard into the slaver cages, slightly denting the area where he made impact.

He got back to his feet, but Crysis slowly approached, inhaling, and focusing... Her intent, her rage, and her annoyance for this insect that would dare to poison her Master. As he reached his hand towards her, she followed suit, a few fingers sticking away from her saber, ethereal after-images echoing the action as she enveloped him within the Force. Being as close to him as she was, she could see the gaps now, clearly. And while crushing pure Beskar was... Currently, beyond her, those strips of flesh and cloth?

"I have a surprise for you now..."

She growled, near gleeful as she spoke it, gripping her knuckles against the hilt of her short-saber as her facial features grimaced in exertion. Not just the flesh, but what was beyond. That soft tissue, deeper than that. With her understanding of Alchemy, the Force was quickly becoming a weapon to be wielded well beyond the surface. He twisted at first, as if having difficulty turning to look over his shoulder, but would eventually howl in pain as a loud snap was heard from somewhere within him.

As it happened she released him from the ability, becoming slightly faint, and falling to a knee as she glared. He landed on his feet, but would fall back with a grunt before falling to his back. She expected him to die, but it seemed he had a strong spirit. All the same, hard to fight for your ideals with your spinal cord snapped. A light giggle left her throat before short fought back to her feet, head snapping over to Kathal before quickly raising her vambrace to force their Executa closer to their current location.

She didn't bother waiting for more Crimson's, instead moving to Kathal and crouching over him with both hands grasped onto his clothing. She hunched down, not thinking about what she needed to do, but deciding she had the strength to do it. She heaved with a loud growl, lifting Kathal and bending her knees to deadlift, and get him over her shoulders. As she was on her way up she would run into more Crimson's, noting the situation they gave her berth, asking for orders.

"Free the slaves, The Metal warrior, the Mandolorian, it comes with us."

She said, seemingly too prideful to let any other touch him, and moving at a pace that belied what her frame might suggest. Within a minute, she would have him outside, and quickly ferried him aboard one of the Executa's which of course would have been empty save for them, and Kathal's private guard. She would take him directly to the surgery module, laying him out and ignoring the strain on her body to go ahead and run a full cycle on him before the poison could do irreparable damage.

With luck it would be a relatively known poison, and he would receive an antidote not long after he was afflicted, though in case of anything extenuating there was a path set for The Seer's personal landing pad. Anything these droids could not diagnose; The Seer could fix. She believed that beyond the shadow of a doubt. Her priority had shifted to returning Kathal to Icarus, to that end, she wouldn't even bother taking him back to his ship. The Executa could make the trip in likely just a jump, maybe two...

"Hang on my Master, although I'm sure you're much too stubborn to die from a whelp like that.."

With that, she would eventually slide off her black robes, moving to sit in the corner and hanging on as the droids worked. She would stay with him until he awoke, or until sleep took her. Whatever she did, she wasn't about to leave him alone. It wasn't many people she cared about in the galaxy, but this man was definitely on the list.

Kathal


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[The Seer]

ICARUS
LOCATION CLASSIFIED


He saw it. All of it.

Everything that occurred from the moment the Shaman and his pupil landed on Utapau. From gaining entry, to the confrontation with the Hutt and its goons, and the Mandalorian. To the dart that introduced the poison into Kathal’s system. He watched it a few times now, from Crysis’ and Kathal’s perspectives. The few seconds that came before and after the strike. Well, perhaps more than a few times.

Secretly, Zephyr hoped that he’d never have to use this archive. But, this was one circumstance where he felt like the insight the Key provided would be invaluable… and he’d been correct. Perhaps in the worst way. The anxiety that surrounded one of the pair’s first missions was rather high on his end, which was unusual and alarming for him. It wasn’t entirely unfounded. This was one of their first outings since Crysis’ return to the fold, since that night.

He told himself that he wouldn’t invade in this way, that they were perfectly capable of handling themselves. And, to be certain, they were. But, this… this was almost unthinkable. Yes, Kathal was still mortal and still subject to injury despite his skill. But it never happened often.

Maybe that added to the shock value of it all.

His vision returned to his own view as he heard a heavy door slide open. An Emissary, then. They were the only ones allowed in here, typically only when he was present. He turned to face the man that entered and tried to summon every ounce of patience that he could to listen. The Emissary bowed his head briefly. “Forgive the intrusion, m’lord. We just received news from the Shaman’s detail that Kathal has sustained an injury. His apprentice cites some kind of poison. They are en route to the Mountain.”

His jaw tensed while he listened. He knew these things already. What he didn’t know was the extent. “Any information on how… serious this injury is? Any scans on the poison to tell where it’s already spread to?” He noticed the man’s milky eyes flick to the side before he deigned to respond. Somehow, his jaw tightened further and his teeth ached at the prospect of waiting on a reply. Thankfully he wouldn’t wait too long.

The Emissary pulled out a picture of a scan. Medical droid by the looks of it. “It is rudimentary, but it seems that the poison has spread through his body. Appears he’s attempted to keep the poison away from his vital organs, but…” Beneath the mask, the humanoid’s brows furrowed. “But what?” came the barked question.

“... Because he is unconscious and, therefore, can’t sustain blocking the poison out… The droids aboard the transport couldn’t identify the poison used and couldn’t give an antidote. By the time they arrive, he will only have an hour maximum once he’s stabilized. Anything that we can do will be limited to that timeframe. Half of that if his body is still in shock.” Zephyr paused a moment and molten eyes glared at the messenger. For a moment, anger flared up in his body. One brief second of recklessness might cost that stupid human his life. Even more than that, it would cost him a trusted advisor and confidant.

He took a deep breath. “I see… Give them clearance when they arrive. Have a medical team waiting at the landing pad for transport. Allow only Crysis inside of the room. Have him moved to Bay 4 and stabilized, keep his pain level low. Tension won’t be helpful. I’ll be waiting there for them. Tell no one except the medical team what is transpiring.” The robed man bowed and moved to make an exit before Zephyr raised a hand to stop him. “And pray that things will work out as He would have it.” The Emissary nodded solemnly and made a quick departure to get all of the preparations set.

The walk to the infirmary was a sickening one. There were many emotions to process. But, there would be time for sentiment. Right now, he had to available to help effectively without causing panic. He entered the room and sat down to meditate until they arrived. If anyone would know what to do and how to help, it would be their God.

I remember when you roamed freely
I remember when we roamed together
I remember us before our paths got separated
I remember the ring before it broke

Kathal | Crysis ​