Radioactive -Serian-

[The White Wolf]

Time. The line of everlasting existence through events and history? Or what it something more? Fact was time was not something that could truthfully be explained by anyone. It was infinite. Just like the mysteries it holds deep within its roots. Many thought of time as a way to recognize the present…but no. Others believed it to be so much more. A force beyond comprehension doing its work unintentionally and perfectly all at once. The stubborn existence of organization that held the past within a seal. The bringer of the future and the giver of the present. Some believed time to be a god all itself, invisible to the naked eye and unheard through religion. It very well could have been. When phrases are shouted out like ‘we are out of time!’ or ‘Times up.’ To some they are just phrases, to others they are tribute to the all mighty god of time. Whoever it may be weather it was real or not. Or perhaps…for something to be real one must simply believe it to be real? Faith was a powerful substance in many worlds throughout time.

Consisting side by side with time was the gift of memories. A function of history stored within the subconscious of ones mine throughout the period of their lives. Of course…there were always memories better left forgotten. Despite the fact memories would always eventually be forgotten in the downward spiral called time. The memories of the past, of those before us. Never told from the beholder but often from the witness. Stories and legends passed down generation to generation but with each generation only losing more and more of the truth as the line between reality and fantasy grows ever so thinner. It was the same with the beings that traveled the world. Over time ones blood does not strengthen. It weakens. If one were to make a copy, of a copy, of a copy it would not come out stronger. But weaker. This has always been true. The memories that held the truth where lost…forgotten In the web time.

His days always started slow. They didn't start late-- he awoke with the earliest riser in the lower recesses, which was to say at the crack of dawn. The early risers tended to prepare themselves quickly and leave early to do their duties. He would follow them in their rituals to a point, being of aid when he could, otherwise just providing company, a gentle reminder of steps they may have forgotten. He'd awake from his chained position...The air in the mornings was cold, it always bit at his nose and clung to his skin. He was always cold...

It was part of his own private ritual. So many steps he'd learned in his all too short life, things designed to keep him healthy in body, soul, and mind. Ever since he was young, still on his mother's teat, he'd practiced certain techniques. It was an act of balance, an equalizer. He stuck to routine as often as he could, an upstart threatened much worse than a bad start to a day. Since before birth he'd suffered from a debilitating condition, something that made him different from his rambunctious prison members. If they could even be called that.

The fox's heart beat differently than others if at all. He'd known this almost as soon as he began to have conscious thought. His mother was a rock, her heart beat was steady and slow. As early as he could remember, he could remember sinking into the sound of it, wrapping himself in the comfort of her life-giving breath. Even now, he took every opportunity that presented itself to fall asleep with his head cradled against her bosom. The thought of seeming childish never entered his mind.

Each morning he sank into himself the way he had sunk into his mother. His breathing grew slow, controlled. Each breath was deep, filling his chest cavity to capacity. He held his breath for several seconds before slowly exhaling, looking inward. His heart beat was hollow... but still powered his body. The beats were slow...blank...and cold, the sound not as deep and robust as he yearned it to be. There was a slosh, always a worry, blood leaking from where it was meant to be. Every morning he felt unsettled. his heart was cold and the blood that ran through his veins was made of ice...but he would not let that change him. Not in the slightest.

He filled his mind with pure, intelligent thoughts. The sound of his past tormentors, his enemies. The sound of the firepower he was forced to face as a soldier, each unique, their beats as fast as their paws or their inquisitive minds. He focused, another deep breath, looked inward again. Slowly the beat of his heart leaned towards a more steady pace, calm energy pooled just above his gut. Around him, the sounds of his brothers in arms joining the world of the waking went ignored, his entire being preoccupied by maintaining the positive.

'This is me.' was the thought, 'And I can be as strong as I want.' His heart agreed, compromising on a steady if weak beat. Satisfied, he pulled himself back to the present, his breathing slowly returning to normal. His bright Turquoise eyes opened, greeting the frosty climate he found himself in. He was...caged again like the animal he was. His bright eyes scanned the very large room...there was not real light there. Artificial light...of course. He was trapped in a room chained in the center with a chain on both arms...two boulders hanging off the edges of the platform to keep him from ever moving... His arms where stretched beyond its limit and his body was cold...his shirt was gone from the whippings to keep him in check and he was not allowed to leave. Deemed to be to dangerous to be around other inmates the boy known as Vaati remained in a maximum security prison located underground on some distant planet...perfect. The fox was young. He had snowy white fur that was now stained in blood and two tails swaying behind him that where also filthy. Canine like ears swiveled atop his head as he waited...all he could do now...was wait. Deep underground sitting on a single platform as dozens and dozens of soldiers guarded the upper levels...and a...strange contraption was on his back. Paralyzing his body. Yes...he would remain here for a long time.

 

[Serian Loria]

For days he’d had dreams of freezing snow, waking to a deep ache in his chest. He knew it was important, but there was always that feeling, like a piece of the puzzle was missing before he could get the full answer. He secluded himself from his apprentices, even his servants, determined to find the answer to the unsettling dreams. There wasn’t anything they could help with anyways, not yet perhaps, this mystery was his burden for the moment. He rose with the dawn, walking out onto his balcony and watching the light grow on the horizon. He touched his chest, eyes closed, that pain he woke with, he understood.

The frigid ice. Was it a physical location or some physical manifestation of what he felt emotionally? What made it all puzzling was that it wasn’t him, it was as if he was another person, alone, cold, but why? Empathy was not a natural gift of his, he tried to stay unaware of the emotions around him unless he invoked his power for that purpose. One’s mind was oft their last sanctuary and who was he to violate that without pressing need? So why was this pain touching him? Why did he feel as if he was being called to? He walked back into his room and sat on the floor, listening to his heartbeat in the silence. He meditated, recalling what he’d seen, trying to understand.

A flash of pain lit his center and he opened his eyes with a gasp, but instead of a room he stood in the shadow of a mountain. There was nothing except snow, ice and rock, save for a single building built into the frozen rock. He saw guards, he could feel the misery leaking off this unknown location, a piece fell into place. When he blinked he found himself back in his room, but the throbbing tug in the center of his being made clear the Calling. He walked to his closet and pulled out the gear he had for freezing weather, the whites and blues would help him blend in.

On Arrival

He stared across the emptiness, the ship behind him a hired conveyance, it would stay ready for his departure. He lifted his pack onto his back and started to walk, he didn’t need a guide, he had his own. Once out of sight of the ship he Invoked the Force and sped across the wasteland. He had no intentions of staying any longer than he had to. As soon as he was in sight, he stopped, gazing at the structure and its defences. They were formidable. I can’t just bust in and raise the alarm, I suppose I could just Persuade the guards to let me in and then find what I’m here for and fight my way out again. This...prison has beings that probably need to stay here, any unnecessary damage might let them free. Clearly whoever or...whatever I am here for is within.

He walked openly up to the gates and stared at the guards “You will let me in.”

His voice dripped with subtle Power, both moved to open the doors and he didn’t hesitate to walk inside. He took off the covering protecting his head as another guard walked up to him.

Who are you and what business do you have here?

“I’m Administrator Almas, I’m here to check the facility and check for any instability, you weren’t warned for a reason. Now, you will guide me around and make sure no one causes me any problems.”

Persuasion was his gift, he used just enough Power to make sure the man followed his desire, but made the reason for his arrival reasonable. He knew for a fact grunts didn’t like questioning the higher ranks and his no nonsense attitude made it fly. The man turned and walked ahead of him, he kept his attention on their surroundings. There was no telling what he’d end up seeing and his goal was to only free who he was here for, not the rest. He could feel the oppressive weight of the stone and feel the creeping edge of cold. He hated the cold. The stone was just one worry, but if need be he’d bring the whole mountain down upon this place, if need be.

He made sure to hide his Force aura, using only subtle power so not to bring any unwanted attention to himself. He wondered how long it would take to find what he was here for and how hard it would be to get out again.

[member="Vaati Vi Valoria"]

 

[The White Wolf]

He felt his arms begin to hurt as he stood there. His legs hurt...standing for over a week with his arms in the current position they where in was proving painful now. But the more he thought about it the more he remembered how use to it he was. A breath escaped his lips as the cold air made mist of his breathing...his eyes staring at the ground as he thought to himself a little more. a soft whine escaping his maw as the fox creature continued to stare at the ground. He thought to himself as he closed his eyes, traveling his memories for the answer. Trying to remember why he was here in the first place...it had been so long since he was brought to this god forsaken prison over three years ago. His canine ears twitching atop his head when he heard voices far above him...at the entrance to the facility? This place did not get visitors....who would be coming here? Not many exactly knew about this place nor did just anyone have clearance. This made the fox curious considering he was the only prisoner in the entire cavern.

Narrowing his eyes at the voices beyond his platform the boy did not like the idea of someone being here to see him... He preferred to be alone for the next ten years he was left to be in this place. Keeping his eyes fixed on the floor when suddenly strange noises above...yes. Someone was definitely here for him...he could tell by the sound of the strangers footsteps. They where not in sync with other soldiers or set on a specific path...they where random and erratic. Giving the impression someone had never been here before.

 

[Serian Loria]

Down below him he could Sense one lone lifeform, there was others, but they didn’t feel like prisoners. One prisoner and this many guards, why? He looked around quietly, asking no questions, he wasn’t being asked any either. This was a bleak place, a secluded place, it was so quiet he could hear the man leading him around breathing, of the sounds from the other guards. It seemed to stretch on forever till they reached the bottom and he saw what was chained up. Its fur looked to have been white at some point, but blood and dirt marred the pure white pelt. It was humanoid, at least in part, so he assumed it was intelligent.

He had a soft spot for animals, they were the only creatures that neither lied or sought to harm without clear need. He crouched, ignoring the guard now and leaped across the emptiness below. The man he’d left shouted, but he could care less, he Felt that this being was the reason he’d come and to that end he would free him. He drew out a short cylinder, with a fluid movement the cylinder extended and a black glowing beam ignited with a snap-hiss. He stood up opening a pouch, several small, silver balls floated out and moved around him like a hive of bees. He looked at the beast “Come with me and help me get out of here, from there if you wish you can stay with me. Any questions you have will be answered after we deal with the obstacle before us.”

With that he twisted, his saberstaff flashing and with a hiss the chain near his writs came free, both ends glowing red hot for a moment. He moved to the other swiftly and it too met the same fate. By this point three guards were in position from where he left, aiming weapons, but he was ready and three small flashes shot towards them and they crumpled to the ground, the balls returned, but dripping with blood. The life energy of the three extinguished and more to probably soon follow.

[member="Vaati Vi Valoria"]

 

[The White Wolf]

It was never unusual for a child to dream of greatness. For the weak to dream of being strong. For the lonely to dream of companionship. For the lost to dream of being found. But what are dreams? A series of thoughts, images, and sensations within the subconscious of the mind. Or a cherished aspiration of ideal of something? These are thoughts that constantly haunted the young mans mind day in and day out as did the merciless memories. Spiraling through his brain like water down a drain. A soft hiss escaped his lips as male paced back and forth thoughtfully.


Shadows stretched over the cavern as if to create a web of darkness. The halls echoed with the raw silence, other than the sound of other soldiers and guards doing their day to day motions...going through the basics of the day doing their rounds and such. So as the blued eyed beast carefully observed his small platform, the fox nearly jumped when a hooded figure suddenly dropped down in front of him and activated a lightsaber...Vaati glared upwards at the man as he spoke...his large fox like ears twitching in annoyance. Who was this man...why did he speak as if Vaati needed to be rescued or saved? He the man sounded like a Jedi if he ever heard one...however. One the chains where severed...something happened.


He couldn’t hear anymore. He couldn’t hear…he couldn’t taste…and he couldn’t think. All that lingered in his mind was kill…kill everyone. He didn't understand why he suddenly felt so aggressive. His lust for blood was almost overwhelming and the pure fury that he felt was sickening. An aura surrounded him now. His eyes glossed over and his right eyes glossed over in brightness. Both his eyes now matching as all the men before him turned their attention to him. When a man who was in front of him suddenly dropped down in front of him and started to lecture. Vaati simply stood and stared ahead, still comprehending the fact his chains had been taking off and what he had to do.

A part of him was confused and a part of him was just simply annoyed. Vaati clenched his fist together slowly. Feeling his joints pop as he slowly began to stand. Craning his neck and shoulder to regain feeling in his body...then with a single swift movement the fox would rush forward and grab the man by the neck...lifting him up and staring into his eyes for a long moment. But after a few thoughts, it was decided this male was not hostile. tossing him to the side, and looking up quickly as the soldiers above began to scramble, Vaati growled and balled his fist.


With that, the game had begun. And with a flash about a dozen lasers shoot on his current position...time slowed...pupils dilated as at least one blaster bolt came from each direction, quickly, as if he where prepared from the start. Vaati went into a crouch, allowing one of the lasers to pass over his head as his mind focused forward upon the two droid who made an advance on his position...once the lasers passed above him, he focused all of his strength into his legs and leaped into the air, dodging the remaining lasers as he fell down above one of the droids that had jumped down to join them.

The droid lifted its electrostaff in a horizontal position as if to block, and Vaati landed gracefully on it. Standing on the thin pole of the staff Vaati quickly twirled on his tip toes and launched a sideways kick to the other droid standing off to the side, hitting it in the head and causing it to stumble. Doing a 360 degree spin and stopping, thrusting himself off the staff and doing a single backflip as he landed on the ground to evade the lasers aiming at him Vaati used Force Speed, his signiture abilities and zipped through both of the temporarily dazed and confused droids. Appearing on the other side of them rather quickly and balling his fist, Vaati kicked the back of the droid into the dazed one. Causing them to fall over one another. Once this was done, Vaati went full sprint around the arena...needing to take out those damn guns he jumped up. Seeing a large pillar on the other side of two large stand alone ones he spotted a laser aiming at him and narrowed his eyes. Planting a single foot on one of the pillars he threw himself off of that one, and a bit higher onto the next. Using his Parkour skills to not only evade the blast that the laser shot, but to elevate himself up to the lasers level. Jumping from pillar to pillar until he was close enough to make the jump Vaati threw himself at the laser...angling his body and doing a a front flip almost, allowing the final laser it shot to shoot just right below his head, and launching a devastating kick to the top of the turret. Shattering it off the wall.

Readjusting himself to land on the pillar he had just launched himself off of it and looked below him to see the droids had finally caught up...growling to himself he noticed that they spun their staff around to he wouldn't be able to land on them again...seeing that. Vaati in between them and watched as they both attempted an attack on him at once. Arching his back and falling to his knees as if to do a stationary baseball slide Vaati watched as the electricity from the staff passed over him, then, pulling out his lightsabers he activated them over his chest in a X shape, blocking their next attack. Once he did this, he shot his foot outward and kicked one of the droids legs, not to much to do damage, but to thrust himself out from underneath them. Sliding off to the side and jumping back to his feet Vaati deactivated his twin golden sabers and watched as one of the droids dashed towards him...god damn those droids...it was hard to fight opponents who where as agile as him most of the time. And as the droid spun its staff around and attempted a few horizontal and vertical attacks, Vaati bobbed, weaved, and evaded them, putting up his fist as if he where boxing and then bunny hopping when the droid attempted a leg sweet. Then, focusing his force speed into his arms Vaati dug in, and rabidly delivered a flurry of blows to the droids mid section up to its chest and then to its head. Denting the metal with his bare hands. His arms appeared to be like a blur as he then became more loose on his feet, circling around the droid and just hitting it in random parts of his body. Damaging its interior and exterior with each couple of hits...the second opponent came from behind and smacked Vaati off to the side, causing his so hit a pillar and then slump off of it ad fall to his knees. Coughing...looking up, Vaati noticed that the droid he was hitting was unable to move due to the damage what had been done to its joins and vital wiring...rendering it immobile. One down...one to go, and as the lasers began to shoot at him once more because he was out of cover Vaati used force speed, sprinting around the prison at near blinding speeds and using his body to smash through most of their defenses.

 

[Serian Loria]

He had barely a moment to register that the one he came for was suddenly within his space before he was held up by his neck. Before he could react, he was tossed aside, chaos erupted then, as suddenly he wasn’t a priority anymore. He was almost insulted that, as soon as the beat attacked, they ignored him, it almost made him laugh. He followed at a sedate pace, swatting aside anything that tried to get up in the wake of the fox-like creature. Those that did turn their attention to him didn’t last long as the silver balls shot out to end their attempts.

Suddenly two men dropped from above him, Force users, his lit ruby eyes stared coldly at them “Gather your men and flee or you will die here, I don’t wish to fight you, but if you push me I will end you.”

Naturally they ignored him, their weapons igniting as they took a cautious step forward. Serian slammed the butt of his saber-staff onto the stone and in front of him crushing the two men, two slabs of stone from the walls shot forth. When they disintegrated into gravel there was nothing hardly recognisable. He doubted that would work a second time, but it did cause some of the men coming down the halls to run away with fear. The droids he swatted aside like flies, their sparking husks tossed out of his way. All he was interested in was getting to the exit and leaving, depending on how much fighting he had to do when he got there and as they left he might make this their tomb.

There were orders being shouted above his head and as he crossed the next bridge, he looked up. The fox creature was making better time than he was with how fast he was, he would have to take a shortcut as he seemed to be on the level or two above him. All the prison was a deep hole, with bridges that moved downward level by level and a long chamber at the front for the entrance. He crouched and leapt, flipping as he moved past the bridge to land on top of it. It scattered the men, but he didn’t pause, the bridge beneath him started to shake and with loud snaps, it broke with a crunch. He leaped again as it started to fall, ignoring the screams of terror as those who’d been standing on it dropped to their deaths.

He soon stood on the bridge that connected to the way out, staring at those laying in wait. For the moment they too stared at him, waiting for him to make a move.

 

[The White Wolf]

Growls of animalstic rage filled the caverns and halls of the mountain facility as a small fox zipped in and out of barracks and took out guards as he passed them. Moving at extremely high speeds and attacking anyone holding a weapon the beast appeared unstoppable...at least to the forces that where currently guarding him. It made the creature wonder rather or not they where really concerned with the security...either way. The fox sprinted across a bridge at the top level that lead to large doors containing freedom...yes. Freedom. The word seems so new to him after all of these years...living so much of his life chained up and stripped of any basic rights had turned him into a savage but now. Getting a chance to move freely without constraints bounding him to the earth below....that was something he longed for. And now one final obstacle stood in his way. Vaati's turquoise blue eyes narrowed as his upper lip curled up into a feral snarl. Revealing those pearly white fangs. His claws unsheathed as he closed the distance between him and the dozen guards on the other side of the bridge shooting at him. The fox, who was running across the bridge on all fours dodged each laser with relative ease until he grew closer...then. With a sudden burst of speed he switched back to his back legs and held his arms bulled back and next to his head as if prepared to pounce.


Suddenly, his arms flung forward and slashed through most of the guards armor, hitting vital organs and tossing them to the ride like rag dolls. Vaati twirled around and grabbed a guard by the ankle and threw him off the ledge, then turning around just as quickly and landing a devastating punch to another opponents face. Feeling the bones being crushed beneath his knuckles. The guard simply fell down at high speeds, allowing Vaati to see to door to his freedom...his large ears swiveled atop his head as he walked over to the door. When suddenly, he heard the activating of a lightsaber behind him. The fox turned his head slowly to face them...two men who appeared to wield red lightsabers. Typical...the fox growled at them before turning around fully to face the sith. They wasted no time, quickly. They dashed forward to attack him...reacting quickly. Vaati went into a crouch and uppercutting the closest one with blinding speed...the attack landed with brutal effects. The mans head went upward a little to far, and simply snapped backwards as the man fell to his knees. The other, who went in for the attack. Landed the lightsaber directly on Vaati's neck...the lightsaber sunk deep into it all the way to the bone. And then it just stopped...Vaati's bright blue eyes turned to slits as he stared at the man who appeared to have a confused look on his face. Showing little hesitation, Vaati lifted his foot and launched a powerful kick to his mid section. Sending the sith flying back across the bridge and bouncing across it like a tumbleweed...undoubtedly breaking several bones as he did so. And then smashing into the wall on the other side face first...it was done. Vaati whimpered and tears began to flow down his cheeks as his neck wound healed itself. Turning around and kicking the door down, Vaati walked off into the winter land...the cold wind blowing through his fur for the first time in years.

 

[Serian Loria]

He let the fox-creature attack, moving through the chaos studying it, him rather. It was quite spectacular the amount of havoc the creature caused, he wondered why exactly he was drawn to him in the first place. He had hardly any issue leaving as the beast was the one they paid attention to, not him. Part of him felt a shade...guilty for letting the white furred creature take all that heat, but he seemed perfectly happy to fight, something he had no desire to do now that he’d done what he had come for.

Later on he might chide himself for it, but not at that exact moment. He pulled up the protective covering for his head and face, putting on the eyewear as well. The blinding snow would have made him unable to see were he to do without, something he was not going to do. The beast-like creature bolted past him, his fur stained red, but he didn’t pause, he simply followed after. Once outside he looked over at him “What is your name?”

Earlier he assumed the being hadn’t understood or, perhaps, even cared, it mattered not anymore. He’d have done much the same himself had he been in a similar situation, though it did still irk him some. Being thrown like a ragdoll by such a creature had bruised his pride, thankfully no one of any real importance had seen. He’d not be so careless a second time, he wouldn’t allow a second time to happen. Would the beast-man answer? He had to wonder, was it intelligent or merely a semi-intelligent animal.