FNRP#1 - Vacation From Hell (Open to All!)

[Voices of The Deep]

“Good morning, gentlebeings, this is your Captain. I hope you all had an enjoyable rest. We’ve had to make a ‘slight’ detour from Spira. Our final destination will now be…Nar Shaddaa. For your safety and comfort all escape pods have been launched. I hope you enjoy the scenery from your cabins as I’m afraid all other areas are out of bounds….”​

Glitter of acid eye, a sliver of sun reflecting off the sclera; lift of head, head tipping back and lips parting to bare a sliver of saliva-slick tooth, nostrils flaring and chest expanding to suck in the strange fetid atmosphere and taste it for abnormality. Inhale, A heartbeat, inertial moment hanging in the air thick as the air itself -- then a shift, lackadaisical efficient motion precise in its languor. Golden eyes flaring brightly as the red haired woman thrashed upward into a seated position.

Her mind racing...the most recent memories of her time with Hazel returning to her as simple images and scenes before everything simply cut like the reels of a tape...just blackness.

And now here she was...alone, with a mysterious voice ringing in her ears. Her eyes wandered for a moment before a thought came to mind...a single thought...her child. Her unborn...

She was...gone.

And in that single moment, that single instant...something happened within the red haired maiden...something snapped. Panic settled in her chest, flinging herself from her bed and frantically examining the room desperately.

"Dytyna?" She'd call, lifting the bed cushion and ripping off the blankets and pillows sloppily. "Ni, ni, ni, ni, ni!" She gasped, moving to the other side of the room and opening each of the cabinets and shaking her head.

Not again...she could not lose another...not after losing her first borns...why did this happen to her? Why was this always happening...it was as if the gods were sending her a sign. That perhaps she simply not fit for motherhood...

Why...why did she always have to lose that which she brought into this world? Hazel had promised her...that this trip would be a good way to get out...to see the good in others and thus open up more to this new galaxy she had been introduced to in the most cruelest of ways. And now she was locked in a room...her unborn child taken from her protective arms...

Cinders eyes focused on the door. The sound of footsteps sounding outside of it as a single emotion...a single feeling raged on within her.

Fury.

Absolute, unconditional fury.

The red haired woman approached the door, pressing her hands upon its cold surface.

Locked...

Locked.

LOCKED?

Cinder roared, a vicious, air splitting roar which shook the very foundation of the surface from where she stood. Heat emanating from her hands as she summoned every ounce of hatred she had. And with a single wave of her hand, the door which had confined her to this prison of a room was ripped from its hinges. Her fingers melting into the steel and peeling it away slowly.

They would all...feel...her...WRATH!


[member="Hazel Zanteres"]

 

[Shorarri]

[SIZE=11pt]Shorarri listened to Miko speak and shrugged. [All you humans look the same to me] Shorarri growled. He watched as the droid questioned them and Shorarri noticed a thick probing needle on its waist. [No thanks] Shorarri murmured to the droid [I think enough probing went on last night] The Wook finished as he rubbed his bottom. His comrade asked him to bash down the door and Shorarri nodded in ascent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But first, a weapon! Shorarri picked up a wooden chair and broke a leg off. He turned to his friend and noticed the man held in his hand a small lamp. [Nonsense, you have thunderous thighs that would make a Gammorean jealous] Shorarri growled trying to sound supportive. Shorarri turned his attention to the door once more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With the crew armed they were now ready for their mutiny. [RAGH!] Shorarri charged the door and it toppled with ease. He fell over with it and landed atop two scaly Trandoshans. “WHAT THE-,” Was all one had time to say as Shorarri brought his club down upon both their heads in one fluid strike.He picked himself off the ground and studied the dim hall way. It wouldn’t be long before another patrol arrived.[/SIZE]

[member="Miko Hearth"]
[member="IMD-2BC"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Why was a being like Abyss on a holiday cruiser? At this point that was exactly the thing going through his head. Traveling on public ship was a surprisingly effective way to mask your movements, but this mess made him question if it was actually worth the effort. When the other guest had been affected by ion bolts and gas alike he had simply stood and watched, hidden under the shadows as always when he traveled. He had intended to investigate what had happened, not because he really cared but to kill some time now that he couldn't continue with eavesdropping on the guests or creating confusion by tripping over people while being invisible.

Yet he didn't got far. The second he caught the glimpse something, he tripped of a mine. Not an explosive one, but some kind of gravity device that had scattered his hollow metal body quite a bit. Since morning he had wasted his time by dragging himself through the ship to find his missing legs and arm, and by the time that he managed to reassemble himself the speakers already blasted through the ship.

Nar Shaddaa? That wasn't so bad, or rather it wasn't bad at all. Together with Malachor the smuggler moon was the place he felt most at home at, and moving from there unseen was an quite easy task. Since being disassembled the sith Lord had stopped caring what had happened here, because someone else would find out anyway and make a great scene to tell everybody about it. Instead of concerning himself with such petty things, he instead began to aimlessly wander through the corridors, not even feeling the need to remove himself from sight. Most people probably thought they had worse problems than the strange walking armor.

Suddenly he stopped in front of a door, as his mind touched a quite impressive presence in the force, a grey fog without the pure taint of the darkness, not with the blinding brightness of the light. Casually the sith banged against the door, using his supernatural strength to simply blast the metal away.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Riamah]

Having unlocked the few doors around her and hearing the sounds of others coming out, she decided it was time for her to leave as well.

She did one final look through her room in case she missed anything (she had not). They had even removed the spiked ball from the end of her braid so her hair was not going to stay braided for long. They had been nice enough to allow her to keep her cloak though. Ra let out a cranky growl and stalked out of her room.

Blinking her eyes at the change of lighting, they quickly adjusted and she saw some guards at the end responding to another person breaking out. She turned in that direction.

Ra used the Force to pull one of the guards off whoever he was trying to stop and while he was still in shock, took his weapon from him. It was like a bully club, but no so much different in size than one of her knives. She bashed him over the head, knocking him out and turning her attention to other guard who was still paying attention to original person.

With him distracted, Ra dispatched him just as easily as the first and watched as he crumpled to the ground.

"Alright boys, you're in for the same treatment."

Taking the rest of their weapons, Ra opened a door to a cabin, tossed them in and closed the door.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Ra didn't remember much.

He woke up like a hangover. His...head...pounded. The Mandalorian realized he had been asleep for some time, or perhaps comatose. But he felt the need to be somewhere.

Engaging his surroundings, he slowly sat up. A cold bed. He was very cold. Shivering, almost.

It was dark.

He turned for a lamp. His memories.. they were fragments right now. What had he been doing?

A war. The Mandalore had been leading his people in a war. He fought in that war...

Ra... his name carried tremendous strength, and he planned to bring it all down on their foes. Anger swelled inside of him like an avalanche. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness.

His...he...what?

I can't feel anything, he thought. I don't feel...col...d.... His fingers scratched across his chest.

Metal.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

*The corridor just outside Garith’s room*

Boom! It echoed down the corridor!

Boom! It continued a second time!

Boom! The sound of twisting metal, a door flew across the hall and into a wall.



Garith stepped out, bottle in hand. An empty bottle in hand. Garith was out of whiskey and was met with two choices. He could find out what happen to [member="Arianna Organa"] or he could go find another bottle of Corellian Whiskey.

“Whiskey”, the Sith Lord said briskly, dropped the bottle, and started to walk down the hallway to his left.

 

[Arianna Organa]

Arianna looked at the door again she couldn't just stand there determined to not allow fear to stop her she reached out and grabbed the door and opened it. "Hello"

She stepped inside "anyone here?

The bed was slept in. The blankets were dragged half across the room. Bad morning for everyone.

"I'm locked in my room. Have you tried your door?" Arianna had a feeling the room was empty. A sound from behind her made her turn quickly her heart fear crawling all over her.

She gasped ! "I'm sorry"

 

[IMD-2BC]

2B was nearly trampled when Shorrari went charging at the door, luckily she got out of the way before she got crushed by a 300 pound wookie. The door came off like it was made out of plastic assembly bricks, it did not pose a challenge to a 300 pound wookie, she shook her head.

"That door is not vacuum sealed if a 300 pound wookie can charge right through it, that is a huge health and safety hazard." She said.

She saw that he managed to beat two Trandoshans over the head with his wooden chair leg, it seemed rather strange to be completely honest, normally Trandoshans were considered tough, it seemed Wookies could match them, she remembered something about a huge rivalry between the two races, constantly trying to get the one up on each other. She did register a large amount of adrenaline and dopamine flowing through the wookies system, it made some degree of sense that he enjoyed bludgeoning them to near death.

"We could have questioned them, you didn't have to kill them." She said. "Also you should be careful with how hard you swing that thing, you could hurt your self. I would recommend taking their guns instead of swinging that around like that."

[member="Shorarri"]
[member="Miko Hearth"]

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Hazel was pacing now; up down, and generally all over the room. Her mind was racing with a number of things and Cinder was promptly at the forefront. She had promised the woman that this would be peaceful getaway, a breath of fresh air from being stuck in Sanctuary and on Monastery in general. And now this was happening, trapped on a ship by a group that was most definitely slavers, on a one way course to Nar Shaddaa. And-

Chit.

Cinder's child.

The Hapan's entire complexion paled within a matter of seconds. Slavers. Nar Shaddaa, those were bad both individually and as a combination. But Cinder being away from her unborn child? That was a risk to everyone onboard, Cinder wouldn't discriminate on who she attacked along her warpath, searching for her child.

She needed to find a way out of this room. Now.

Hazel looked around, trying to work something out. But her hangover wasn't going anywhere. There was no using the Force, she only had her healing which right now, for trying to get out, it wasn't going to be of any help.

Maybe these rooms have vents...air conditioning, or maintenance shafts-

Then her door suddenly pinged, and slid open. In thanks to @Ra'a'mah efforts.

"Oh thank the Force. Whoever did this, I owe you!"

She immediately darted out of the room, head shifting left and right for signs of danger. Which were...everywhere. It seemed several of the other passengers had woken up and were similarly escaping. Chaos was beginning to erupt throughout this part of the ship. Whatever guard had been patrolling nearby had moved to try and intercept someone else.

"Cinder!" She called for the dragoness, hoping and praying the woman could hear her. That or through the Force. Hopefully there was something there, a connection from the time spent on Monastery.

But at the same time, Hazel was scared for her own life, mainly because Cinder wasn't going to be particularly happy with her.

[member="Cinder Rose"].

 

[Alkor Centaris]

A storm of conflict broiled outside of his compartment. Chaos rippled through the Force, frantic tendrils moving to caress anything sensitive to it. Discomfort, unease, fear- things people could never explain substantiated as a bad feeling.

He moved away from the door. Several seconds passed, and he heard open fire sizzle past. It was a distinct sound. O-zone crackled and burned away, and the smell of air as vapors were released wafted through cracks. The metal itself grew hot, enough that it glowed a pale red.

He watched it with a steady gaze, and he slowly reached out. More steady fire, more heat, and the distinct feeling of panic. The syndicate was caught with its pants down.

His fingers brushed the superheated metal, and it warped. It was weak, undermined by the elements and wrought into ruin by its former masters. The pain it sent through his body was insignificant by comparison- his fingers did not pull back, but pushed.

It exploded outward in a torrent of explosive force and shrapnel. Alkor stood with his hand still outstretched for a moment as the dust settled, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Where are you?" he asked, stretching out with the depths of his mind to taste anything familiar. He sought the terror of his mark, the man at the epicenter of this strife. "Where...?"

He stopped short, staring out into the deck. His little stunt had stalled conflict in the immediate area, at least. Stunned or wounded bodies litered the walkway ahead, and large chunks of door pinned several of the ship's crew to the floor.

Alkor crouched next to one. "The weapons," he asked. "Where do you have them?"

 

[Zef Halo]

Without a lit cigarette hanging in his mouth and a loose tie around his shirt's collar, Darryl was working on getting his arse out of here. The lock of the door wasn't something too hard to figure out but the moment before he finished slicing it, the door slid open startling him.

He fell on his backside and looked up at the gray wall of the corridor that stood in front of him.

The con man did not wait twice to jump up and exit the presidential cabin.

Now what? Being out of the cabin might've been the best decision to take but he felt lost. If the escape pods were gone, how in the world would Darryl Montreux escape?

He had to con his way out of here. For sure.

The 'entrepreneur' stalked down the corridor a bit nonchalantly due to the headache that still throbbed in his head. He shuffled his hands across his pockets only to find nothing but the package of cigarettes and their lighter.

Excellent.

Darryl felt his heart beat faster as he slowly approached the intersection ahead. Abruptly, a metal plate fell behind him for no reason at all startling the living hell out of the con man sending him dashing around the corner only to hit the brakes at the sight of two women a dozen yards away from him.

A hundred identities passed through his mind, a hundred scenarios as well before he could utter something absolutely incoherent and illogical:

"How's your vacation going? Did you hit the spa yet?"

What?

​

[member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Cinder Rose"]​

 

[Arianna Organa]

He was about four foot tall dark as night with tiny glowing eyes and naked as the day of his birth. It was evident his gender. She averted her eyes turning to run. She ran into the door "ow!" she tried not to look down

He was talking saying something about was she room service. "Dear goddess no"

She pulled the door hard to get it open. He wanted to help.

"I'm so sorry. Really. Oh no don't move it's fine no no. Please"

Arianna practically ran from the room her face beat red her heart nearly beating out of her chest. She shut the door leaning against it.

"Oh my goodness"

She closed her eyes but it was too late the image was burned in her mind. She would never forget it. Goddess she needed a drink.

She went to her door again. Still locked

"Feth was [member="Garith Darkhold"] when you need him"

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Some Corridor on the Ship


It just had been a couple of minutes. If felt like hours.

He had just turned left into a new corridor, then Garith finally seen someone.

“YOU”, he grabbed the person by the shirt. The man was a human male, elderly, clearly not one of the crew members.


“WHERE IS THE BAR”, the ancient Kashi yelled at the poor man!


“I”, the elderly man started to stumble over his words, “Don’t know. “I’m just”, Garith slowly placed his hand over the elderly man’s mouth. Unfortunately the man did not have the right answer.


Snap…

The elderly man went still and Garith dropped him to the ground. Then walked away like nothing happened.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Perhaps the captain thought it wise to seal a several hundred pound tree-climbing living-in-one-of-the-harshest-environments-possible hairy animal in an oversized metal, albeit comfortable, box.

Well that captain had chit for brains.

Chron marched over to the one thing standing between him and freedom, raising his scruffy fists in the the air and bringing them down with swiftness and fervor.

BOOM! That first strike left a small dent in the metal door, a feat of strength that would've been unachievable by any normal human being.

BOOM! A second strike followed suit and further caused the dent to intrude out into the hallway.

CRASH! The door was flung across the corridor, freeing the wookiee.

He rushed out and gave a roar, before realizing that unfortunately it was not a corridor, but the adjoining room, standing near the real exit was a most likely fearful [member="Arianna Organa"].

 

[Voices of The Deep]

​

"If this is to end in fire..."​

| [member="Hazel Zanteres"] |​

​

Tranquility was a deceptive emotion, seemingly bathing the red goddess in its dissonant calm as she'd rip the very doors away from the opening with nothing more than brute strength and savage fury. It was a meditation, surely — a time slot dedicated to the maintenance on the well-oiled cogs of her destructive mind, a period for brainwashed thoughts and plans to be refined, analyzed, brooded upon with all the grace expected of the lawful scion within the goddesses raging mind.

And as the red haired woman stepped out into the metallic halls her golden gaze flickered like embers in the dark. The womans heart murmur felt deep, vibrating in the marrow of her thick bones, akin to a religious experience in that it could neither be rationally explained or dismissed without a fraction of breathless dread. Animation befell the Dragoness, well-kept muscle manipulated into a stand and then a shake to wrestle away any clinging senses of grogginess from her very being, volcanic eyes gaping piercingly into the onslaught of details as security stomped towards her...undoubtedly to end her resistance.

A single guard appeared...the one tasked with guarding this specific hallway and a weapon firm in his hand as he took aim at the woman.

"Get back in your karkin cab-"

A single swift movement silenced the man...the whipping of leather like scales and a barbed tip slicing through the delicate flesh of his throat as her tail lingered behind her. The man gasped, then quickly choked on a pool of blood as his neck was opened up like the lid of a cup...crimson fluid dripping down into his armor as he dropped his weapon and clutched his neck, falling to his knees before the maiden as her eyes remained steady on him.

All of them...all of them would burn...she would turn them all into ashes. And as he reached out with a single hand to grab at the cloth of her low cut dress Cinder reached for his hand and gripped it tightly, breaking every conceivable bone within the pathetic limb and yanking him closer as her knee shot upward, impacting his jaw and forcing his head to pop upward, the audible sound of his neck snapping echoing as his slit open gullet was exposed to the open air. The mans body collapsing to the side, Cinder watched as several other guards came to check on the disturbance...four in total.

A deep growl would erupt in her chest, that serpentine tongue licking those dark, coal lips as she hissed quietly.

They wanted a fight?

She'd give them a war.


The guards quickly readied their weapons and simply opened fire at the woman. Her eyes narrowing tightly as she quickly reached down and grabbed the worthless corpse of the previously disposed being and lifted him up effortlessly...their blasters burning into his armor and flesh as the woman charged forward, her heels kicked off as those volcanic eyes filled with a lust for blood and death only rivaled during the war for her planet all those months ago.

And when the distance between them was closed Cinder chucked the body into one of the men in the back of the formation, forcing him to topple over as she took her hand and snatched one of the guards closest to her by the throat and pulled him towards her, lifting a leg and slamming her knee into his gut with such impact the mans spine shattered from the front along with his ribs. Her tail whipping behind her and the barbed tip stabbing into the others skull and pushing him back onto the wall. Dropping the man she had kicked her attaintion focused on the last one who had taken another shot at her.

Cinder simply moved her head aside and slapped the blaster aside. Summoning every ounce of her rage and letting the purest of her inner flame erupt from her very form with a splitting scream which echoed through the very bones of the ship.

"GRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The amount of which she unleashed released a wave of fire which turned the men before her into nothing but ashes and charcoal. Flames consumed the corridors, melting away all in her path. No concern for those she may be putting endanger around her...

Until her child was found and returned to the maw of the dragoness...She would show them no mercy...no forgiveness.

By the time she was done...all was be consumed by her flame.

​

​

"Then you should all...burn together."​

 

[Lark]

As Lark navigated his way through a maze of hallways and various corridors, hiding from patrolling guards, an idea hatched in his mind. The ship they were on was heading towards Nar Shaddaa, and if the guard Lark executed was to be believed, the passengers were meant to be sold as slaves. A pity their quarry included him. But why waste the opportunity to meet with slave dealers? Lark was not one to hoard money, but when the opportunity presented itself, he'd take it. Perhaps he'd kill the leader of the slavers, and sell the passengers in his place? Or maybe he'd sell the slavers themselves in a cruel twist of fate? He'd decide as he went.

But whatever path he chose, he'd need help. His Sith training did not make him a one man army, he couldn't take over the ship on his own. He stopped beside a cell that was still closed, he had noticed that a few he passed had been opened. An indistinct voice could be heard on the inside, yelling in frustration. If the subject inside proved to be uncooperative, he could always kill them and move on to the next. Using the same trick he used to escape his own cell, Lark opened the door. Inside was a woman, a bit older than he, and quite obviously hungover. Lark chuckled smoothly, and the stench of vomit hit Lark in the face as the door opened, perhaps he had chosen his door poorly. Unperturbed by the smell, Lark walked inside, and introduced himself. "My name is Lark," he said kindly. "I've recently escaped from my own cell, and I'm looking for assistance in enslaving these slavers." Lark spoke with a sweet voice, and his eyes were bright, but Lark was willing to shed as much blood as he needed to get what he desired.

[member="Thalira Kiing"]

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

An entire skincare routine and a face full of makeup later, Aster decided to make another attempt at opening the door.

Breathe in.

Aster closed her eyes.

Breathe out.

And emptied her mind.

Breathe in...

She could feel the Force circulate within her like a gentle current and slowly opened her eyes the focused on the doors.

"Open..." Aster muttered, her voice a little strained as the door opened barely enough for her to slip outside.

Guards, the teenager frowned as she peered outside. Not strong enough in both the Force or in her own physical strength, it was impossible for Aster to take down the patrolling men on her own.

Closing her eyes, the blonde-haired girl focused her concentration on the doors again and forced the door completely open then rushed to hide in a closet. If she couldn't take the guards head on, perhaps a surprise attack might work in her favor.

 

[Revenchent]

Corridors along with [member="Shorarri"] and [member="IMD-2BC"], near [member="Aria Vale"] and likely others...

"Woah man!" Miko stumbled backward as Shorarri began bludgeoning the Trandoshans. The engineer could not tear his gaze away from the violence, though he felt his stomach flop as he heard the sound of bone cracking beneath the wooden chair leg.

Tentatively, Mikoron crept toward the two inert figures. He found that he could not look away from them, and promptly turned about, expelling the contents of last night's dinner all over the nearby bulkhead. A few dry heaves followed, and then Miko was standing up straight, a queasy look on his face.

"Let's not just kill people, please," he asked, his face scrunched up with disgust. "Just uh...just leave 'em. They might not be dead. Don't kill 'em anymore than you already did." With a hand pressed to his stomach, Miko strolled over to the nearest door - the door in which [member="Aria Vale"] may very well have been kept within.

Gathering himself, Miko stood up straight and gestured toward it. "We need to let folks out Shorarri. Smash this one down too. I'll keep watch. I've got this corridor, you watch the other one 2B." With that, Miko turned to face his section of the corridor, pink flower-lamp held at the ready for any smashing needs that may arise.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

(Feel free to tag any of us if you need partners!)

 

[Arianna Organa]

Arianna turned just as the other adjacent door burst into a million splinters

"Oh my God! You broke the door" she didn't know what else to say.

"Who are you?"
[member="Chron Terix"]

 

[Dax Perl]

A loud crash signaled the metal door flying past Dax, followed by the metallic clang as it struck a wall and clattered to the floor. The young man stopped and squeezed his eyes shut, half due to the unexpected noise, half because he expected a blaster bolt to lance through his head at any moment. Several moments passed, and, deciding it was safe, Dax turned around. His eyes first found the twisted lump of metal that must've been the door on the ground at his feet. Next, the shadowy cloaked figure standing in the doorway..."Uh...hi...you wouldn't happen to be here to help break me out would you?"

[member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Miko Hearth"], [member="Shorarri"] (I'll add more people as I actually encounter them)