B E A C O N
Location: HIMS Baneful
Objective: Make it planetside
Allies: The Sith Empire |
Orion Darkstar
,
Lark
Enemies: New Imperial Order |
Avernus
, Atlas Kane Equipment: Amphistaffs, Tsaisi, Saberstaff
Theme: Straitjacket Supermodel
In a game of chess there are several strategies that may offered varied chance at assured victory, many of which are rather safe, and even the greatest minds may find themselves falling victim to the steps leading to that end. Like chess, war is a 'game'; its board are the stars which stretch across the expanse of the galaxy and its pieces range from those individuals firing their blasters wielding their sabers as pawns all the way to the combined forces of a given faction - with the many interstellar governments attempting to elevate themselves to the level of player. Between the boardgame enjoyed by sentients for millennia and the struggle for dominance and survival they have been embroiled in for far longer, there are few key differences - and it is in those differences that strategies found in sabacc, in chess, and other games that such strategies become far more difficult to employ, and yet reward the victor with unparalleled satisfaction.
For once one has allowed a 'player' to set the stage, to walk through their steps towards their goal, there is little that their foe can do to restrain themselves from aiding in fulfilling these steps any further.
A strategy as old as time, and yet so rarely used - Alekto's head turned towards the aberration in the force, in the folding of space so similar to that which had been taught to her by the Aing-Tii so long ago. It didn't matter who had taken the bait, or indeed how many, as long as the trap that had been set was able to be sprung. The corridor that prevented much lateral movement, aside from moving forward or back, was a direct route to the bridge of the destroyer and as Avernus bent space and time to his will, emerging as though leaping from a puncture in the fabric of reality, Alekto found herself only just a stones throw from the place their match was meant to be set - where the game would be made.
Yet it was not Avernus, with his saber drawn and menacing, that struck first - no, the second, the true prize, was the one which gave her reason to continue with the plan, as it was now far beyond her control as her part was nearly done. Serpentine creatures, amphistaffs, were wrapped around her like mere garments, and yet when the saber came for her it was they who reacted first - before she even raised her saber staff, one of the two wrapped around her chest had already snaked its way down her arm and reached out like an extension of her form, its charge-neutralizing field parrying the blow of the man's lightsaber as her own saberstaff rotated in her grip, one end shutting off as she brought it to bare and struck back as she trekked backward through the hall, the tsaisi on her head swaying and hissing with warning - she was uncertain of their experience with the Yuuzhan Vong, but she took nothing for granted and expected no benefit to unveiling any further advantages she might have with their presence.
To the bridge, she beckoned, offering up herself as all the incentive they'd need - though she was certain the idea of taking the ship was as much a benefit to them as it was to force her into a corner.
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