Private Raider of the Lost Epicanthix

[Mi'la Undari]

It was intense, boiling rage that seemed to tear into her being, bringing the Twi'lek to her knees as she could feel something trying to pull her out of this world. It felt like a ripping pain, as if someone was cutting her out of a loop, the pain coming from not within her body, but outside of it. It wasn't pleasant to say the least, and for many moments Mi'la felt as if she might be on the losing end. As she battled with the pain, it would fade, only for the rage to course through her, then when she attempted to calm herself, the pain resumed in it's place. As a result, Mi'la struggled in agony, lashing on the ground as she battled physically and mentally against the entity.

As she felt herself losing control, her companion stepped in. Sakri would feel the entity be pushed back, her own darkness seemingly repelling it like a magnet, as it would be driven out of the Twi'lek, cowering back into the dark beyond where the two could see; leaving a panting Mi'la in it's wake. Groaning, Mi'la felt sense return to her, the wash of emotional whiplash vanishing, as the padawan shook it off. She felt off, like one does when they are coming down with a cold, but other than that she felt okay. Looking up to Sakri, the Twi'lek gave a weak 'thumbs up', slowly getting to her feet; though she was feeling better with every moment that passed. "I...I don't know what that was." She retrieved her sabers, pulling the weapons back to herself, and igniting them for good measure. "Thank you." She replied, smiling to Sakri, though she expected the woman to just huff and ignore her. It didn't matter though, Mi'la appreciated it all the same. Mi'la looked about the tomb here, ignoring the treasures and trying to find the entity that had attacked her. "I get a feeling this place doesn't like me very much." She muttered, inching closer to Sakri, feeling a tad uneasy with what had happened in the last two rooms now.

The entity lurked within the darkness here, though what it's aims were one could not say. Sakri would still feel it nearby, though it seemed to have shrunk it's presence drastically.

Sakri

 

[Sakri]

It wasn't immediate, but Sakri's grip on her companion's presence seemed to prove enough to dissuade the entity from its assault. Truthfully, she hadn't expected that to be as successful as it was, and she certainly wasn't going to let her guard down now that she knew at least one of this adversary's capabilities. Her blade remained ignited as her eyes followed the darkness's trail, narrowed as she stared it down.

Her companion seemed to be regaining her senses now, retrieving her weapons and shakily bringing herself back to a regroup. The Twi'lek uttered words of thanks, and though Sakri did not take her eyes away from the corner to which the darkness had retreated, she nodded in return. "Are you well?" It was the closest thing to checking on the Jedi's mental state that she could afford right now, with an enemy in the room. Regardless of her answer, Sakri would make sure not to stray from her side until the threat had passed.

She reached out once more, mentally instead of physically, and probed with her senses at the surrounding area and the waiting darkness. When next she spoke, her voice was clear and carried, her words making themselves known as facts.

"There will be no more victims claimed here."

She spoke matter-of-factly, but with a presence carried a challenge: if this entity wished to assault or defile any more beings here, it was going to have to go through her..


Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Mi'la chucked as her new friend inquired on her state of being. Was she well? Not exactly, but she was alive, and that was more than what most people could say. So yea, Mi'la was alright. "Good as I can get right now, thanks." She repeated, her eyes still looking for the creature that had attacked her, her mind nearly coming back together. She wasn't sure how to fight this entity, her own understanding on fight these creatures was a mystery to her, and only masters or experienced knights knew how to combat them. Mi'la's eyes stumbled upon one thing of interest, an old stone slab that had the ancient symbols of the Jed'ai upon them, and something she considered herself a bit of an expert on. "Wait, wait a second, look at that!" Mi'la explained, moving to inspect the slab, the danger of the situation gone as she was simply enraptured by the object of interest. To Sakri, the shadowy entity remained in hiding, lying in wait as it would shift around the room, her senses just catching hold of it before it would slip away.

Mi'la would put away her lightsaber, using her remaining saber as a source of light, as she attempted to read what was on the tablet. Though, she found herself unable to understand the writing. Scowling, she tried one more thing, reaching out to the stone with her free hand, trying to gather the information within through pyschometry. "I think this tablet might be able to help us, give me a moment and I'll see if I can-" Before she could finish, Mi'la found herself shifted away from the tomb with her new friend, finding herself on another world entirely.

It was a tranquil forest, the low roar of a waterfall came in from a distance, with several large stone monuments littering the grounds; though she found the slab sitting at the middle to be identical to the one she had touched. Around her were aligned several strange alien races, and a few humanoid ones she recognized. They all appeared to be gathered around in a circle, their bodies posed in meditation, as an older woman came into the scene, walking around the group as she spoke. "Apprentices, as you know, we march to a new war. A war unlike any we have seen before." The woman began, coming to a stop at the center of the circle, her hand coming to a rest on the stone. A soft breeze blew through the gathering, sending a few leaves drifting past the apparent learners. "When you encounter the darkness that attempts to infest this world, draw out the light within yourself to fight it. It will be your sword in the dark times, your shield when you find yourself vulnerable. It is for this reason that the light will be victorious, with it, we will burn away the darkness on our world." The woman continued, turning around as she continued to walk among the apprentices. Mi'la wasn't sure what to make of this whole thing, other than it might relate to the split in the order that occurred on Tython. Before she could continue watching the event, Mi'la felt a surge of dark energy erupt near her, breaking away the world she was visiting.

With the Twi'lek preoccupied, the entity took the opening it felt it had. It had every intention of going through Sakri, as it would attempt to latch onto her as it had with the Twi'lek, seeking to overwhelm her with the power and temptation of rage.

Sakri

 

[Sakri]

Again the golden-skinned woman's companion was distracted by what she had found, and again she went forward to investigate her findings. At the very least, this spoke for consistency; what it also spoke for, unfortunately, was a disregard for their immediate surroundings. Sakri felt a ripple run throughout the Twi'lek's presence as she made contact with the stone; it was scarcely a second later that she felt the darkness make its move.

Hardly a second after that, she felt coldness, followed by the sickening sensation of rage.. a sensation she knew, a sensation she had felt and embraced once before. As Mi'la was pulled to another world, so too was Sakri, the rage bubbling up within her threatening to overflow as she stood in her mind's eye, a young girl once more, watching her captor stare up at her in forced pained silence.. his blood was literally boiling, she knew, from the poison in his veins.. she saw the tortured screams in his eyes, felt the slow and chaotic dispersal of his presence, and she relished every second, every moment of retribution.. and then the memory grew darker, the entity's influence creeping in, and her captor stopped, the memory distorted.. his repugnant face twisted into a sick grin as he opened his mouth -- he should have been paralyzed, Sakri knew he should have been -- and began to speak -- he shouldn't be able to -- tauntingly, calling to her, the one thing she couldn't refuse.. "Mi-.."

The young girl heard her imprisonment on her captor's lips and shrieked; in the present, the Firrerreo woman let out a long, anguished cry.

"NO!!!!"

The anguish quickly turned to a note of vehement protest, and the vision in her mind fell away like a receding wave. She was only vaguely aware of how tight her grip on her saber had become, not to mention the nails digging into her other palm. Similarly, it didn't fully register in her mind that her breathing was off, her energy being expended to maintain herself and her balance. Sakri's focus was no longer on the physical; this entity had taunted, had tested her, had tried to toy with her.. and she was not to be trifled with in such a way.

"You claim.. no more.. victims today!"

She snarled at the darkness, both in the room and in her mind, a challenge and a threat..


Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Mi'la was baffled by what she witnessed before her. The shadow entity took form now, it's darkness shifting into a humanoid form, rage bubbling from it's form as hatred shaped itself into existence. It loomed between the pair, shadowy digits pointed towards Sakri, as red lightning leapt from it's finger tips, intent on striking the woman. Mi'la's eyes widened, her body moving before her mind could form thought, lunging between the entity and Sakri, attempting to shield herself with the force as she took the blast full on. She couldn't let someone get hurt, not when she had a chance to help, a chance to protect. Feeling a sense of new found strength burst out from within her, though she did not understand it.

A bright glow exploded within the room, a white glow surrounded Mi'la as the lighting stuck, and was swiftly rebounded back at the entity. A howl echoed through the room, as the entity's own power was turned against it, it's shadowy form breaking and weakening before the pair. Mi'la's body struck the ground, the Twi'lek wincing as she hit the hard floor, but felt relatively fine. She felt no pain, and a strange golden light shimmered around her, the glow of which seemed to cause the creature to pull away. Filled with confusion, Mi'la rose, her saber flaired to life as she pointed it towards the creature. "This ends now." She stated, feeling her connection to the force being...altered and changed, as if it was in flux. Her eyes looked to Sakri, seeing that she was unharmed, and with that she focused what power she had left on the entity.

As Mi'la did so, the glow around her shifted, being directed onto the creature, it's form further burning and melting in the path of the light.

There was an opening now for Sakri, to kill this creature once and for all.

Sakri

 

[Sakri]

The rage had peeled back, leaving her defiant but briefly disoriented, unaware of the darkness congealing behind her. The following few seconds were a blur of motion, quite literally, as she saw Mi'la suddenly moving, the tablet behind her forgotten already; as Sakri turned her gaze to track her progress, she saw -- a moment too late -- the red threat arcing toward her. Then there was a flash and a shriek, and the room lit with an unexpected brilliance. Around her, the current was in chaos, fire and lightning dancing throughout the tide and surrounding the ebbing darkness in a veritable maelstrom of force and will... and at the center stood the purple-skinned Twi'lek, radiating a light that burned at the darkness before and within them. It was awe-inspiring, terrifying.. yet, strangely, Sakri felt no fear amid its radiance. What she did feel, however, was a coldness that stood against the warmth of the glow as she regarded the wretched shadow before them.

This entity had played a part in the enslavement and sacrifice of the masses, robbing their souls of lifetimes of rest. It had attempted to take over the Jedi, and it had tried to take her as well; perhaps worst of all, it had tried to take her name from her, bringing her past to haunt her..

Sakri felt the fear in the now-burning shadow as she stepped forward, but the coldness in her offered neither time nor mercy for this being. Green eyes reflected the glow of the Twi'lek's radiance as the crimson blade raised; two currents joined as one and swam through the blade as it dropped, to bring the shrieking -- and the darkness -- to its end.

"Rest now," she would say once she was sure the being had ceased its offensive existence, her voice lacking the compassion she had shown for those fallen in the previous room. "Rest forever. Your tyranny has ended."

After that, she could begin figuring exactly what had just happened..

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

As the two force users stood against the creature, the draw of light and dark tore away at the creature. As it tried to withdraw from Mi'la's light, it's own being attempted to find shelter within Sakri's presence. As such, it ripped itself apart, the shadows bubbling upwards and melting away before the pair, leaving the two in a vastly empty tomb.

Mi'la felt a sense of relief course through her, then felt the force slip out of her grasp. The barrier of light faded, her strength faltering as she felt her legs give out from under her. Reaching backwards, she managed to catch herself against the stone floor, saving herself from another embarrassing fall. Easing herself back, Mi'la let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing as the darkness faded away. "Whatever that thing was, it's gone now." She muttered, raising her saber up to shine more light on the room, revealing a wealth if ancient treasures. She righted herself, coming to her feet as she gave the room another once over, and noticed a flight of stairs leading up to a platform within the room; a small golden alter rested there, with small figures standing upon it. The Twi'lek was thoroughly taken by the nature of this room, though was puzzled as to how they planned on leaving this place with any of it. Looking to her companion, Mi'la smiled. "I'm not sure what we do with all this stuff, but I'm glad you're here. I'd probably be dead if not for you, so thanks." She commented, still not sure what to call her new friend; after all, she still had no name. There was a good chance that things were still trapped and rigged, but the temptation was so strong. One thing that might have jumped out to Sakri, was a set of obsidian slates sitted near the alter, a sensation of familiarity wouldntug at her, as if an unseen force was requesting her to come closer. It was up to the woman on how to respond to the presense.

Sakri

 

[Sakri]

The malevolent darkness had at last left the current of this place, though its influence was still very palpable. Still, Sakri allowed herself a moment of satisfaction at the stillness of the room; then the moment was over, and the Jedi behind her was speaking again, thanking her for her help. A single nod was her only initial response: the altar was catching her eye, an unexpectedly welcome sight amidst a chamber of materialism.

"You're welcome." Truth be told, had she been alone, the Firrerreo might not have been able to overcome the challenges they had just faced. The entity they had conquered had tread too close to forbidden ground, and she would have been lost without outside interference..

"What you do is up to you," she said as she finally deactivated her blade and began approaching the altar, her curiosity drawn to the dark tablets nearby. Sakri had no need for gold and trinkets, but there was just something about these...


Mi'la Undari