Episode V: Akala Strikes Back

[Ace Torrevaso]

I nodded and leaped into Daella's arms, Curling up. Alex was strong. But Daella was young, and I doubted she could do much to defend herself. I promise, I'll keep her safe. nothing will happen to her. Not while I'm around. The daughter of the Torrevasos WILL be safe. I promise by the moon of myrkr.

[member="Daella Feanor"]

 

[Kyla Foy]

Alexandra had seemed to find Ophelia. The young girl tried to fight the voices within her head, the screams which were constantly coming. The screams were slightly different, she wasn't sure yet what would happen around the place. When she was with her other master, who sometimes thought her a thing. She shook her head though, "No, I can't find nor feel master Vulpesen. I can't feel anyone with the force." She had told the woman. The bright light of the force was no longer surrounding her. Was this the moment that she was able to go corrupt? Time was the only answer, but if they had it. "Uhm, we shouldn't stay with the big group." She told Alexandra. "If we all come here, it means bad." She was still cute in her voice, but Ophelia seen a few planets and learned from the experience.

[member="Ace Torrevaso"]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Daella Feanor"]

 

[Keter]

Keter sighed as he rolled his shoulders. Another nightmare. Great. Though it seemed his mind was running out of ideas. His surroundings this time were positively mundane as far as his mindscape went. At least no screeching hell beast right off the bat to kick things off. He hated that thing. Oh sure, it was a part of him and yadda yadda but it would have been nice ot have the option to quietly meditate. But no, he had to have a personificaiton of his fears and anger in the shape of a metallic bio-droid spider-him thing that scuttled around and liked to vivsect him in his dreams.

Wonderful.

It was going to be one of THOSE nights again.

Muttering dark obscenities under his breath, the blond set off in a random direction. Because one direction is as good as another when you're lost.

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Nodding in understanding to Nickolas's orders, Zavzen drew both Saviour and Reaper into his hands. As he walked he held them low, letting them drag against the ground. "HAELI, activate." Immediately the AI flickered into view, "Access all video feeds on my clothing, warn me if there is something coming at us from behind." With a bow the AI flickered out of view.

Sighing, he swung round in reply to a feral yell to his side. He was confronted by a young Cathar charging at me. Twisting his body to the side he let the wild stab pass by him before bringing Reaper up and through both arms and let them drop to the ground. The armless Cathar stumbled backwards while Zavzen approached him, "Forgive me." He murmured before Reaper flashed again and the young being's head rolled to the floor.

Sighing again, Zavzen sheathed his swords when he saw no more threats in the immediate area and turned to his allies, "So what's the plan goin' to be. March in a random direction and hope for the best?" He asked in a dry voice.


[member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Laguz Vald"]

 

[Malok]

Location: The Blood Wastes

The introductory steps to the Sith's journey were characterized by blood. All about him, the crimson fluid dotted the landscape; only adding to the demented reality of the present. For a moment, Darth Metus had to question as to whether or not he had died. Last he remembered, he was on Paecia preparing for a business venture. Then...he was here (wherever "here" was.) In life, the Sith knew that he was not a shining example of a human being. In fact, he was considered Dar'manda by the culture that had reared him: soulless.

So if he did perish...was this where he was to spend eternity?

No. Now was not the time to think on such things. Moving forward was the key to surviving this nightmare; moving forward was always the way to go. As such, as the very heavens weeped crimson down upon the wailing masses, the Sith Lord simply pulled his hood up and over his head. It was not a perfect fix, for the fluid seeped through and onto his armor, but it was better than nothing. As he moved along, Darth Metus noticed something moving in the distance: a contradiction to the anguished chorus that filled the air.

It was a Droid. One with green photoreceptors.

"Maybe this thing will know what the Kark is going on." he thought to himself. With no better option, Darth Metus moved in the direction of the automaton, making certain to identify himself by means of waving his offhand. Of course, his dominant hand was conveniently placed upon his utility belt, wherein his lightsaber and disruptor pistol awaited any sign of trouble. "You there!" he called, bellowing over the symphony of torment, "Do you have any idea what the hell is going on here?!"

Yet before the Sith Lord could so much as expect a response, rapid footsteps sounded themselves by his flank. Turning, Darth Metus noted a very familiar suit of armor worn by an even more familiar child. T'was his Apprentice: a very welcome sight to see...but at the same time, a saddening one. If he were dead, then that meant that she was as well. "Running is a solid idea...but let's see what this droid knows first. Then we'll see if any of the others are around." he said. Reaching out, he gave the youngling a gentle pat on the helm for comfort. This was Hell even for him, so he could only imagine what was going through her mind.

[member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan charr was not moving, his voice not sounding, his breath trapped in his chest as he didn't breath. The thoughts, the pain, the screams, it was just like Makeb, so much like makeb. It was too much it was all too much. They would not leave him alone, they would not be quiet they would not stop. "LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE NO MORE." His eyes shut tighter, his breat caught in his chest again and his mind on the point of shattering. He couldn't take it, someone had to stop the pain he could feel from those here, it was tearing him apart...

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Field of Blades

The situation was turning more dire by the second, and the Shi'ido's instincts kicked in. It was almost like the shifting creature switched to automatic, two of xir limbs going for the sniper rifle on xir back. The weapon was the only constant in the writhing world they'd found themselves in, a familiar weight xe didn't want to let go.

It was a thing of luck — if such a thing existed here, anyway — that xe hadn't been cut down in those first moments of xir foggy arrival, but now xe was focused, the many eyes on xir head keeping track of hostiles around them. Laguz hardly cared for the newbie, [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"], and so long as they were an ally, the sniper would remain watchful of their surroundings.

'No scope kill' took on a new meaning in the following seconds, and the Shi'ido cycled through the bouquet of species xe knew to best adapt to whatever they were facing at any given moment. Laguz rarely wasted a bullet, and the same held true in this hellish abomination of a world, but it was inevitable xe would run out of ammunition at some point. There was a whole armory on the ground around them, however, so the shifter was partially reassured in xir worries.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Rawnie wiped her eyes on the back of her hand again, separating from her brother. She was crying. Again. Stupid! Not even Corrin the crybaby was crying! She was better than him. What was she doing?

"I dunno if it was the wolf, Corry," she mumbled before punching him lightly in the arm, "I didn't have a gun before, why would I have one now? Ya dingis..."

She reached down to show him the knife though. At least she had something.

"Think we can find our way back to the village from here?"

[member="Corrin Tal'verda"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

THE BLOOD WASTES​

[member="Fabula Cavataio"] [member="Drapeam Nyx"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​

​

It wasn't the first time he'd walked Chaos roads, not by a long shot. Nor was it the first time he'd encountered a woman here, a woman like a force of nature. It was, however, the first time he'd had a lightsabre -- not the gently curved weapon that he bore in life, but the quarter-circle hilt of Azubah, destroyed a good fifty years ago in battle against someone much like this. Unlike that other force-of-nature woman, though, this one didn't appear to be an ex-wife of his.

Despite the body count.

Azubah's cold blue light cast hard-edged shadows on the fallen as it snapped to life, as he stepped out of a whisperstorm. He levelled the blade at Fabula -- the pale woman engaged in the work of redundant death.

"Stand down, shade. It's time to sleep."

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Field of Blades
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Verz Horak"]

“Yes it is, where are we?” Arla moved closer now that she had confirmation that it was indeed Verz in front of her.

“See you come back and this is what happens, the galaxy goes wonkers” She looked at him again she knew what a warrior he could be. They had not yet defined what they were but it was good to have someone familiar at her back.

“No word from anyone else?” She kept looking around this just felt so odd, so alien. Then there was the thoughts that kept itching at her.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Elizie Adasca"] [member="Fabula Cavataio"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"]

Location: 1 : The Blood Wastes

Recon droid #1:

As Darth Metus neared the droid dipped its eye back and forth as if nodding. Vassara watched him thorough the datapad, observing this newcomer. The ghouls were keeping their distance from her and Silas for now, but she much preferred to move. In this laand there was surely safety in numbers.

"Found some one."

"Who the hell else is here? Thought we were it?"

"Apparently we aren't the only bad people in the world here."

Vassaras image appeared suspended in mid air near Metus, a hologram projected by the droid eye.

"We're here, who are you? How did you get here?"

Recon Droid #2:

Recon droid two buzzed in closer to Fabula, moving around her in slow circles and observing her activity. She seemed to be very intent on killing things and Vassara felt a shudder go through her body....

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Daella Feanor"] [member="Ace Torrevaso"] [member="Ophelia"] [member="Feena Mason"]

Alexandra shook her head. "No, vulps would kill me if i let you wander off on your own, you are coming with us Ophelia, come on. We needed to reach high ground and figure out what was going on here..." She continued to try and block out the screams, so many that it was going to drive the woman mad sooner or later. She kept her eyes forward and pushed on the path, keeping an eye out for where Matsu had disappeared to as she had lost sight of her and instead found someone very different. It was instead of the Silver Jedi Master, the queen of naboo. "Lady Mason..." She forgot if thats what the woman went by and if there was really any debate on the subject now of all times, then there needed to be a check on feen'a mind.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

"I... I don't know." Sanya wanted to wash away the take of acid but she had no food or water "we should try to find others" as Sanya took a step she fell to the ground landing on her knees and hands. "I don't feel right Caleb. I don't have the energy" she took in deep breaths and attempted to stand again. "I don't care who we find even if there a sith, mando or what ever if they are here they have the same problem." the landscape looked like it went on forever. in the distance a silhouette of a woman with children could just be seen "HEYYYY... OVER HERE!" Sanya strained her voice as started choking a little.

[member="Caleb Brolen"] Ξ [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

LOCATION: THE BLOOD WASTES

Onyx turned from [member="Razer Sin"] and looked around some more. Again he was confused and didn't know where to go or what to look for. He just knew that there had to be something, someone who could help. He heard someone relatively close screaming.

Looking over he found someone he had met only once before, a fallen Jedi, a Knight, named [member="Solan Charr"]. He grabbed Sin's arm. "We need to get out of here," he motioned for him to follow. He made his way over to the young man and grabbed his arm. "Solan!" he yelled at him, trying to get his attention. "Calm down!"

He then went forward and started to restrain him to the floor. He wasn't going to hurt him, unless he needed too. But he needed him calm to listen to him, or they would all get hurt in the long run. "Solan calm down! It's me, Onyx!"

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

LOCATION: Blood Wastes​

"Out of the night that covers me,​

Black as the pit from pole to pole,​

I thank whatever Gods may be,​

For my unconquerable soul."​

​

Like a demon of the night, a woman stood tall.​

Her darkness blocked all light, as she made hundreds fall.​

A shell of what she could be, a horror like no other,​

Rivaling even the Drowned God of the Old Sea.​

"In the fell clutch of circumstance,​

I have not winced or cried out loud,​

Under the bludgeonings of chance,​

My head is bloody but unbowed,"​

​

Our hero Nyx stared nervously, eyeing the horrid witch.​

Her claws clacked together as her gaze fell to the mist.​

Who was this? A harbinger of death and plot twists?​

Perhaps, or maybe the next opponent for our Boomshot queen...​

​

"Beyond this place of wrath and tears,​

Looms but the Horror of the Shade,​

And yet the menace of the years,​

Finds and shall find me unafraid,"​

​

With fear in her heart she watched the woman tear everything apart.​

This was something that had to be stopped, there was no time left on the clock.​

Already dozens had died...​

Now was the time to take flight or fight.​

With a brazen cry as shrill as the night Nyx stepped into the light,​

Eyes wide and filled with peril,​

For she knew she faced the devil!​

​

"It matters not how Strait the Gate,​

How charged with punishments the scroll,​

I am the master of my fate,​

I am the captain of my soul."​

​

There were still others present,​

Had she been noticed yet?​

Hopefully not, it wasn't her time to rot,​

But her time to shine!​

She reached for her back, pulling out her gun,​

And prepping for attack.​

[member="Fabula Cavataio"], [member="Shule Windspeaker"]​

NOTES: ​

Weapon list: One AT-90R Sniper rifle (in hand), two standard vibroblades (strapped to back, hard to reach), two BTI-WB-Woebringer Blaster Pistols.​

 

[Daella Feanor]

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
[member="Ace Torrevaso"]
[member="Ophelia"]

She continued to cuddle with Ace, using him to try to ease her mind of all that worried the girl. "M-Mommy... we're gonna go home.. right?"

 

[Malok]

Location: The Blood Wastes

For a moment, the Sith Lord was not certain if the Droid would acknowledge his presence. However, a response came in the form of a "nodding eye" before a hologram sprang forth. Behind the curtain was a woman apparently, which meant the possibility of survival by numbers. "Your guess is as good as mine." he said, before motioning to his apprentice. "Right now, it's just myself and my Apprentice and we need to move. I think we have a better chance of making it out of this hellhole as a unit rather than separately. What say you? Where can we find you?"

[member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Where: The Blood Wastes
Who: Some pretty boy [member="Shule Windspeaker"], [member="Drapeam Nyx"]
What: New target acquired.

Someone was speaking. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was attempting to communicate, and that his sounds had a deeper meaning than just screaming. She had to fight her own lack-of-mind to translate, though. Feral screams, thoughtless blood cries...those were simple sounds, and so very common in her violent world. These were more complex. They had meaning beyond simple intent and emotion. Think, stupid girl.

No. No thoughts. He was an enemy. He was addressing her, and that meant he had noticed her. They had to fight, and she would kill him before he killed her. She was stronger now. Stronger than she had been in years...and she had a lightsaber. His days were numbered. He was going to die, and she would live. Kill him now.

Gripping her new implement of death and destruction in both hands, the she-devil looked at her newest opponent, gritted her teeth, and let out a low growl. The fact that she wasn't immediately compelled to attack him was something new, but she was sure it would kick in soon enough. At the moment, she thought simply to size him up. The first of the new arrivals that seemed to actually belong in this place of violence and death.

Where were the gears in the sky? Where were the bodies on the ground? The blades churning up from the land? This was not her world. She was too confused by her new surroundings that she barely even noticed the second person coming at her from behind. Instinct took over long before (confused, unpracticed) thought. She spun and charged, gleaming sword held out. This attacker would die first, then she'd deal with the confusing one with his barks and cries.

 

[Feena]

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

"Hm?"
The word 'Mason' made the Queen turn around. Oh. This one she knew. She smiled.

"Ah! Now, you're another face I didn't expect to see in a dream."

She put her hands on her hips, looking around at the landscape. Blood. Lots of it. Okay. She'd had less disturbing dreams. Maybe a sign that she worked too much. Probably. Well, even in her dreams, Feena was a very neat individual. No sense in venturing into the blood itself and ruin her clothes.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="The Onyx"]

Location: The Blood Wastes

Solan didn't recognize the voice and jsut shook his head as he screamed out with his scythe on the ground beside him, calling out the words. "KILL ME, THE DEATH ITS TOO MUCH." He couldn't take it, this was worse than Makeb, this was worse than anything he had ever felt, and yet he couldn't redirect the emotions he couldn't get rid of them it was all too much and if he wasn't out of there soon he would go insane for good this time, and nothing would repair his mind.