Jungle Boogie - The Dominion of Rakata Prime (One Sith and The Underground)

[Judah Lesan]

Fight the Underground, steal the Mind Prison
Location: Jungles
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 5/20

He smirked. Watching her spring to action was a form of beauty only a Sith could appreciate. His world was full of chauvinistic men which would have not allowed for Trin to demonstrate her skill and power. Xander had learned better. His own master before his stasis had been a woman. His red huntress, before his stasis, had been just as powerful. The female gender proved to be superior to males in certain areas, and Xander could not deny it, nor get in the way of it. He'd learned to appreciate it.

She frustrated him by not allowing him to get the door. Stealth was key, but she blew it. The assassin preferred to move in shadow, this one wanted to kill. Her noisy announcement meant she was going to get her way.

"Absolutely," he answered as twin sabers were taken from his belt. Violet blades were ignited and Xander sped into the corridor passing the woman. There were three guards. He took the saber in his right had and threw it at the first impaling the man in the chest. Blastsr fire came his way, which he defected with the other. A call through the force brought the other blade back to him, and charging the two guards directly, he cut them where they stood. Turning to Trin he grinned.

"After you."

 

[Komo]

Objective: Get a move on
Location: The Mighty Jungle
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Vaulkhar"], Wimoweh
Enemies: The heat, humidity, The jungle
Posts: [2/20]

Darth Noxia gave Enoch a look of mock scorn as she saw him. She did not hate him or anything, but the heat was getting on her nerves, and he was the one who had asked her to come in the first place. Damp locks of hair lay scattered near her forehead as beads of perspiration continued to roll down her face in irregular intervals. At his greeting towards her, she could only sneer, her mood still mildly irritated by the heat and humidity.

It would make a turn for the better once she get to kill something and spill some blood. It was then that she turned to the third person in the area, a pale man with long black hair. The man looked like a cross between a Miraluka and an Epicanthrix. A queer combination. Noxia learnt that the blind man's name was Vaulkhar as Enoch began to address him.

She ignored his offer to ride on his giant cat-beast as she was already uncomfortable enough. Adding riding on a big cat-like beast was certainly NOT going to make it better. Yeah, humid rainforests were definitely not her thing, especially not when she was burdened down by the weight of her armour. She would see this through, for the good it would do her, but there wasn't anything that would say that she had to like it.

 

[Eliza Lunelle]

(OOC: You three don't mind if I hop in too, do you?)

Objective: 2 - Dogfight and clearing the field
Location: Space
Allies: One Sith - [member="Kyra Proga"] [member="Thanith Gumara"]
Enemies: Everyone else - [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Post: 1/20

Ahead, silver trails blazed back and forth upon a vast sea of stars. Cannon and laser fire burned there brighter than any star, bloody red tears streaking through the void in all directions. Rocks crumpled across the field, swung and swayed between a knot of fighter craft. Now, a third wing, Moon Dust, swept down, four fighters strong, and by far the most pitiful of the three. The Valkyrie squadron shot past and then back again, formations impeccable, and soon behind them Kuat's Hope- Eliza and her three comrades held a sloped wing form, rapidly adjusting for debris and the hails of blaster fire.

Somewhere between the tears and the rocks and through the scratched glass of her cockpit she saw a freighter.

"<Low, off the wing.>"

The other three fighters shuddered down after her, between the rocks and in the grandiose trails of Valkyrie and Kuat's Hope. It seemed rapidly quite concerning that Moon Dust's name might end up being more apt than was intended.

Lasers spread out before her in the dark, ash and smoke and hellfire.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: 3, Fight the Underground, steal the Mind Prison
Location: Jungles
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 5/20

Trin stood aside, so that Darth Vizios could rush ahead, his dual blades in hand. His flight almost stirred her into chasing him, like any feral predator would. Her eyes were longingly glued to the back of his head, where the skull beneath his flesh warmed his savory soup. How delicious it would be to push him into a cul de sac and let her Anzat proboscis’ unfurl, seeking warm, dark nostrils to slide into. Then, piercing the cranium, they would...no, eat later, Trin. Right now, the Sith is too useful

He cut down the guards and then gave her a wicked grin. The smell of cripsy flesh cut through her flared nostrils. It wasn’t helping her hunger. At least her brother wasn't’t here. Lucas would be an unnecessary and possibly dangerous distraction, and Trin was distracted enough.

Trin branched out with the Dark Side, searching for any signs of a Force-soaked artifact. She felt a strong Force presence, but couldn’t be sure if it was the egg or an enemy.

“Straight ahead,” she said, her voice low and throaty with hunger. “I think we’re getting closer.”

 

[Judah Lesan]

Fight the Underground, steal the Mind Prison
Location: Jungles
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 5/20

There was something about Trin which was beginning to set Xander on edge. His mind was strong, strong enough to pick up on the one thing which was most dominant in her thoughts without intentionally reading it. What he picked up, while not specific, unsettled him to a degree. For this first time in his life he was hoping the Sith would practice restraint. Xander could help.

"You aren't completely what you seem, are you," he asked as he pressed forward.

Her beauty was very deceiving, but underneath it lay a monster, one that would be the death of him if he were not careful. Unfortunately that only drew Xander's curiosity to her all the more. A woman that was both beautiful and deadly seemed to be the type Xander gravitated towards, only to be left lonely. These thoughts remained pressed deep, in the same manner as the Anzat's desire to feed could prove a distraction, Xander's own thoughts would be as well.

They came around the corner, and Xander could sense another set of guards. This time he would ensure the woman would not have the distraction of the hunger which was apparant in her voice. Striking the first two down, Xander then moved to the final guard and disarmed him quickly. leaping over the top of him, Xander kicked the man in the back as he landed forcing the guard over to Trin.

"Make it quick, before you get to the point you lose your entire focus, or worse, you try to come after me, and I'm forced to kill you."

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: 3, Fight the Underground, steal the Mind Prison
Location: Underground Base
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 6/20

Apprehension bristled off the Sith's aura. He blurted a comment about Trin being "not what she seemed." He was likely a more powerful Sith than she, and probably plucked her untoward thoughts from her mind.

"No one is really who they seem," she retorted with a smirk. She studied Darth Vizios' movements as he cut down more guards. Yes, definitely more powerful. Perhaps someone she could learn from later. She was roused from her thoughts when a body was flung into her. Darth Vizios urged her to make it quick. She laughed wickedly, and grabbed the male guard by his shoulders, staring deeply into his eyes. So the Sith wanted a little show, eh?

The man froze, slack-jawed in her arms, seduced by Trin's innate Anzat telepathy, their powerful domination over a lesser mind. Her twin cheek flaps opened and two tendrils slithered out, poking right up the guard's nose. He made a gurgling sound as her proboscises pierced his cranium with a crack. There was a minimal amount of struggling, but soon the man dropped to the ground, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Trin smiled as the long pink tendrils retracted back into flawless cheekbones.

"I'm used to doing that in private," she said, grinning at Darth Vizios. "But for you I made an exception."

 

[Judah Lesan]

Fight the Underground, steal the Mind Prison
Location: Jungles
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 6/20

To say Xandet watched in horror as the Anzat part of Trin took over would be a lie. In some sense he watched in amusement as she snacked on the appetizer with her eyes on a much more enticing main course. As long as she could stay focused on the objective and not Xander's "soup" they would be fine. The guard seemed to pass relatively quickly, and with little pain. Of course, Xander couldn't be certain that was the case. He wasn't in a rush to find out either.

"An exception? I think I am flattered. As long as you don't try feeding on me, we will be just fine."

Xander smirked as he moved ahead. They had little time to waste since Trin had insisted on busting the door down rather than being more stealthy in their approach.

"Are you sated enough? There are lightsiders here if you require something a little more potent."

Coming to another set of doors, Xander stopped. They were not guarded and access would be too easy. Stretching out with his mind he knew why. The guards were inside waiting for them. This time Trin wasn't going to blast the door open. Xander had a plan, one which would demonstrate why he was the White Assassin, Aspect of Conquest.

"Well I must say this whole thing does being a new meaning to taking a girl out to a nice meal. There are ten guards on the otherside of the door. This time follow my lead."

Xander did not wait. Touching the door he sent a ripple of force energy through it, making it a sharp metallic dust. Tapping into the element of wind he caused the dust to become a tornado of sorts and sent it at the guards. The shards brought sharp pain, and the screams of the guards told Xander they were well distracted.

"They are all yours my lady."

 

[Vrag]

The Sith and the Yuuzhan Vong might employ subtle differences in their fighting styles, but the general principles remained the same, it seemed; get 'em with the pointy end.

While [member="Khallesh"] enjoyed her rodeo (trampoline services free of charge), Vrag opted for the more straight-forward approach, sinking her burning blade into the flesh of the beast to the hilt. The Warrior followed not long after, and the mountain dweller bucked and roared under the combined force of their assault. Like all creatures who followed base instinct, it fought to keep the pests far away from its head first, thus focusing on the Huntress while the Hand was free to continue her simple, yet highly effective stabbing maneuvers.

Let nobody ever claim that basic attacks aren't useful! By the time the monstrosity shook off the Commander, Vrag was halfway to making Emmentaler out of it. Meaty, nicely grilled Emmentaler. Kark. When was the last time she ate?

Before her mind could get any farther with that line of thought, the woman was knocked down the slope by a rear of the creature's head. A sloppy backward roll across one shoulder saved her from broken neck, but she wasn't so lucky as to avoid one of those sturdy bushes pretending to be trees that sometimes stick out of the mountainside.

With a loud snap, two hundred pounds of armor and muscle met the twig-like trunk and promptly continued undeterred back into the jungle below. Cause kark gravity.

[10/20]​

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

{3/20}
OBJECTIVE: 1
LOCATION: Jungle
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: The Underground

She should have seen it coming. The blur of movement, the glimmer of metal in the light, and the clear clink of steel. Instead she had stood still for a moment, hoping that maybe she had been wrong about being noticed. Where had that gotten her? In a jungle, like before, but with a knife sticking out of her shoulder. Well. That... hurts, a little, she thought, noting that the blade had managed to pierce through the armorweave. Which meant that the edged tool had been thrown at a fairly high speed, likely with the aid of the force.

Maybe things were going to get interesting after all.

Finally moving to act, Ire ripped the blade out of her arm, dashing forward as she did. In her right hand her lightsaber activated right as her opponent's did. Of course... hers was red, theirs was blue. Just as always. Really, that was how most of her fights against other force users had started. One of them igniting a crimson blade, as deep as the blood in her veins, and the other unleashing a weapon reminiscent of the seas on Maanan. All that ever seemed to change was who was around them, along with where they were.

Now she was in the jungle. Now she had a single soldier by her side, a duo alongside her main foe, and an entire squad wandering around somewhere. Those seemed like good enough odds for her. So she conjured up a ball of flame with her left hand, focusing on creating a large amount of heat, before launching it at her foes. Maybe the trees would catch on fire. And maybe, really, probably, she wouldn't give a chite.

She hated jungles anyway.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: 3 The Egg
Location: An abandoned dig site.
Allies: OS
Enemies: Underground
Post: 4/20

Fela had to put on some speed if she was going to catch up to Sinistra but as she burst through a particularly thick growth of brush, she ran directly into a stun net. She screamed in pain as the electrical current shorted out her communications gear. She writhed as the netting took her down, the pain racking her body before darkness took her.

Sinistra skidded to a halt, her attention now on her screaming operative. She looked back towards the direction she knew Fela should be but then turned back to her destination. She would have to wait. If she died, she was not worth her place on Sinistra's team. The Sith had a focus and a goal.

It was not unselfish that Sinistra would want to get to the egg first. If it was one of the precious artifacts that the Muun believed it to be, it could not fall into his hands. Military power was one thing. However, the thought that the Muuns could wrangle their economic power into something more physical was not something Sinistra could take lightly. The IGBC controlled interest rates, credit ratings, the exchange market and the flow of commerce through the entire galaxy. Freezing funds and throwing the whole thing into chaos would grind everything to a halt. Even the OS war machine. It had to be avoided at all costs.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Vrag"]

The human sith had been sent tumbling over the edge if the nearest drop. There was a loud crack that suggested either her armour, or the forest itself had been broken. Of course, it was possibly both given the laws of physics that applied forces equally to both parties in any collision. Armour merely distributed any impact over a wider area, but every bit of collision always went straight through to the incumbent.

If Khallesh had time for a gesture, she would have offered an indifferent shrug at the disappearance. To die against such a magnificent creature would have been a good way to go, in her estimation. She forced herself to her feet, despite several punctures to her body.

The beast turned its bulk towards here. It took a single step towards her. However, it planted that foot, leant forwards and roared, rattling its long claws. Khallesh grinned, she recognised this. It was a display of a creature that wished to scare off its opponent rather than engage. The many cauterised wounds to its body probably the cause.

The huntress slid back her right foot and dropped her weight a few inches. The fingers of her right hand enticed a thud bug out from a crevice in her armour. It flared its wings willingly. The beast roared once more and this time she exploded into motion. Pivoting on her left foot her arm snapped around. The bug flew low, but accelerated rapidly and curved upwards.

There was a loud crack as it slammed into the base of the monster’s jaw, snapped its whole head back. As Khallesh stood tall once more, it stumbled backwards. She swore profusely in her native tongue as it stumbled back over the lip. The noise it made as it fell dwarfed the racket Vrag had made down the same path. Khallesh sprinted after her quarry. She wasn’t missing out on this glorious kill.

 

[Lachlan Thorne]

Rakata Prime | Exact Location Unknown​

Objective Four​

The One Sith & The Underground​

Enemies of the One Sith​

[ 01/20 ]​

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Blood, massacre, death.​

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His mind was filled with thoughts of lifeless forms lying on the ground. He was not used to such feeling, neither had he ever thought of such a way of thinking. Yet right now it seemed to have taken over the entirety of his brain. He still didn't know if it was good or not. Of course it had to be kind of weird if a Jedi felt such things.​

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However, was he a Jedi anymore?​

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He looked blankly at the people all around. His eyes flashed from one person to another, his face carefully hiding the bloodlust he had inside. In his head, he counted how many people would he have to take on if he were to kill just one of these people. By so far, he had gotten to the point where it was too risky to attack anybody. ​

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But that was a Jedi way of thinking, wasn't it?​

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A person had to take risks. Risk-taking wasn't, of course, Equa's strongest strength. He lacked the power to just go and do something. He had to think and figure out the safest way of doing something.​

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That was until the lust for blood appeared.​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Evacuate, harass the Sith.
Location: Planetside
Enemies: His writer’s forgetfulness, [member="Trin Gravois"], [member="Darth Vizios"], people with bad dictionaries
Allies: [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Post: Maybe 3

Coren had to get the people off world. It was going to be a bit of a trick, and he had been neglected in this thread, which was really sad. The Sith deserved to be relentlessly harassed in all forms for as long as he could carry the fight on. He had a lot of work ahead of him, and could probably dodge the definition if they managed to capture him. He was making his way to the armory and sending his people off world.

And they were going to be leaving now. Apparently that object they found was a pretty big deal wot the Sith. Granted, everything was a big deal to them aside from when people were just downright mean. That was something you just brushed under the rug and told them to suck it up. Shaking his head, he took a deep breath.

His armor was on his ship, something that would be his last escape off this rock. “Kaarde, get everyone out of here, I’m going to stall them as best I can.” Switching the comlink, he grabbed one of the full automatic repeaters and made his way back towards the direction the Sith were coming from.

C’mon, frakkers. He could take them.

Probably get away with harassment, too.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: The Jungle
Objective: Lets get going.
Enemies: The Underground
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"]

Vaulkhar could tell the woman was not happy, and he was not entirely surprised by that. Considering how heavy her combat suit is, in comparison to the likes of his light, Sith Assassin gear, he'd likely be just as unhappy as well. But it mattered not, the party had their objective and it was time to be underway. After his suggestion to move on, his half brother agreed with him and offered his two companions a ride on his relatively odd cat creature. In response Vaulkhar shook his head, opting to walk rather than ride the beast. It was an odd creature, rather small in height, but wide and powerful muscle wise. Odd indeed.

"What even is our goal? I was told to simple meet up with you, Enoch."

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: Get to the temple?
Location: The mighty jungle
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Jungle creatures
Post: 3/20?

Enoch shrugged his shoulders slightly as the two refused his offer to sit atop Sehzade's back. Perhaps they were scared of the thing. He looked questioningly at Vaulkhar's questing, tilting his head slightly. In response, he shifted himself on the cat, putting his hands behind his back as he lay there. After a few minutes, Enoch responded to the question.

"Honestly, brother, I'm not quite sure. I was told there would be something fun for us to do. In my humble opinion, the humidity of this place is rather lovely, wouldn't you say, Greta?" Enoch smiled at here as the walked through the forest. He could clearly tell she wasn't enjoying herself, and figured he'd poke some fun at her. In her current state, however, she might just kill him.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Get away, rescue Coren and his friends[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Space, Rakata Prime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies [member="Coren Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies - [member="Kyra Proga"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She got the word from Coren to leave. LEAVE![/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]About that moment it seemed hell opened up and dropped all manner of attack onto the brick like freighter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Coren I’m not supposed to leave you behind” She wasn’t, but reality was this time, the freighter was too heavy, too bulky to maneuver. It wouldn’t make the turns fast enough for her to turn and fight. Three against one was pretty heavy odds too.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She sat there thinking what could they do, even if she got to the surface she’d have to fight her way out, and as well made as the freighter was a second round might spell the end of it for everyone. She could surrender Like FETH[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]They were all around her she looked out she could see them. “Captain are you carrying anything?” She had hopes for something. Smoke didn’t work in space, so no. Liquid would freeze. Rekha pulled back on the throttle. She could hear the lasers firing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She had an idea.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She smiled, and then turned the ship away from Rakata Prime. There was more than one way to skin a bantha. She had to keep the lasers aimed at the incoming. And she had to keep evading, the ship was taking damage. [/SIZE]

 

[Lachlan Thorne]

Rakata Prime | Exact Location Unknown​

Objective Four​

The One Sith & The Underground​

Enemies of the One Sith​

[ 02/20 ]​

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He took a closer look at the locals and thought -- would they really be able to fight him back? None of them seemed to be quite aggressive nor did they seem to possess great fighting skills. He could perform a few Force tricks and techniques and they would all be gone from his way. So was there a need to be extremely careful about attacking some of them? Was there a need to back down from what he had to do just because he was afraid somebody from the crowd would try to stand up against him? If he lived in such doubts forever, how would he experience a better life?​

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He took a step closer to the busy crowded centre. His eyes didn't stop moving from one person to another, trying to find the one right victim. They all looked so vulnerable, so easily destructible. No wonder One Sith would soon gain dominance over them.​

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His lips turned into a devilish grin as he proceeded closer to the one person he'd chosen. It would be easy, it would be powerful. He would finally see the blood he had to see. Countless months of bloodlust would be ended this very moment. He just had to raise his hand and perform a power to end this person's pitiful life.​

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One move.​

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One step.​

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He took the step and raised his hand. The energy which released from his hand turned into a pushing force which knocked his victim over. Everybody around turned to look at him but a that moment it hardly even mattered to him anymore.​

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"It won't hurt."​

 

[Komo]

Objective: Find something to kill
Location: The mighty jungle
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"] [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Heat & Humidity
[3/20]

The heat and humidity was already bringing her annoyance levels off the charts, and still Enoch had seen fit to goad her further by implying that the humidity was lovely here. Greta let off an annoyed yell at him before she sent a telekinetic push his way, which would send him tumbling back on his rear as it would come to rest on the wet forest floor made damp by the humidity he thought so lovely.

Ignoring the other Zambrano sibling, she trudged through the overgrowth on her own. Enoch could catch up with her if he wanted. For now, what she needed was for something to take out her anger on. Prebably, something to kill. Yes, a creature to kill. Rakata Prime forest's were full of such creatures, weren't they?

Bring them on.

 

[Vrag]

It wasn't until she'd mowed down a number of shrubs that the woman finally rolled back into a position of relative control — relative to sliding head-first down a precariously steep slope, that is — and her free hand shot out in a desperate attempt to slow her descent, claws of the Ygdris sinking straight through the thin bark and deep into the soft wood.

She let out a growl of pain as she grabbed onto that arm with the other, teeth gritting behind the skull of her helmet as she yanked herself up in an explosive flex of their muscles.

Well. Now she was definitely winded. Her breath was rattling against her ribs, and the ribs, in turn, against her crab armor. And what the Nether was that damned noise?

She craned her neck to look upwards over her shoulder, and her eyes widened with surprise, feet scrambling to move her out of the way before her mind even registered what was cutting a swath straight down through the forest she had traversed so painstakingly with [member="Khallesh"].

Kark this chit. She didn't plan on going out as crab paté in the middle of some forceforsaken jungle on some backwater planet who was long past its glory days. Kark. This. Chit.

Another growl, this time a healthy merger of anger and frustration, and then the woman swung herself around a particularly bent tree — maybe she'd been here before? — holding onto the trunk as if her life depended on it. Because, you know, it did.

With a loud crack, the lumbering beast slid past her, breaking down another innocent spruce until it finally came to a shuddering stop against a boulder jutting out from the slope. It was confused, battered, and stabbed in more places than anybody present cared to count, but the monstrosity was still very much alive. Vrag, on the other hand, was on the fence about what the proper course of action would be; get the kark out of there while the predator was still dazzled and let someone else worry about it? Finish the karking job and then get out of there? Decisions, decisions.

In the end, a nagging voice in the back of her mind made the choice for her. As much as the Hand tried to snuff any budding arrogance before it could take root, there was still a shred of pride left within her, and she spent enough time with the Yuuzhan Vong to know exactly what should be done in this type of situation.

Cursing at herself more than at the best itself, Vrag let go of her perch and slid down towards the grounded creature, intent on slicing it open ass to mouth and finally silencing its tremulous baying.

[11/20]​

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: 3, Fight the Underground, steal the Mind Prison
Location: Underground Base
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Post: 7/20

Trin wiped a droplet of greyish liquid from her nostril and winked at Darth Vizios.

"Don't worry, sport." she purred. "I'm no longer hungry." The half-Anzat disdainfully stepped over the limp corpse as if it were a Jerwat-ridden pile of garbage and followed Vizios through the hallway. He blasted open the pair of doors that lay ahead and in no time, her red blade hummed into life. She whirled into the room and began to butcher everything in sight. If Lucas had feelings, he would have been proud. Once the guards were disposed of she whipped her head to the right. A strange signature permeated the air. Not exactly dark side, but not light either. Trin drew her blaster and opened up another set of doors.

"Come," she commanded, whether Darth Vizios wanted to be ordered around or not. Without waiting for an answer she marched towards the aura. A male voice cried out from around the corner.

“Kaarde, get everyone out of here, I’m going to stall them as best I can.”

Trin did not wait for Darth Vizios. Her predatory instincts kicked in first. She was hunting this Force user now. Rounding the corner, Trin suddenly came face to face with the fether, a blue-eyed human with an automatic repeater in his grip.

Using her inate Anzat ability to captivate her prey, a power much like the Jedi Mind Trick, she attempted to bewitch the man into a numbed state, which would allow her to inch closer to him, close enough to get his weapon out of his hands. At least that was the plan. With her brown eyes locked on his, hypnotic power pouring through them, she tried to weave her thoughts into his mind. He might have fortified mental defenses but if he didn't, he might hear her siren-call.

Come closer. You know you want to.