Sacrifice of Angels

[Micah tol Powl]

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| HYPERSPACE
| Niathal-class shuttle Hraesvelgr

The mottled sea of stars painted the heavens in a dizzying cascade of color and light.

Outside the transparisteel viewports, the channel of hyperspace in which the small vessel was ferried defied all preconception of time or space. It was a brave new world, a lasting frontier on the edge of what humanity thought it knew about this galaxy. A wilderness that had been conquered, lost, reclaimed, and forgotten countless times throughout the different ages. But, with the Coalition at last settling into its new form, this was a region of space which stood upon the bring of prosperity... and tragedy.

The expansion of the Levantine and Silver Jedi ideals to the world of Zygerria banished the pirates and smugglers back into the back room deals and shadows, allowing for legitimate trade to resume under the watchful eye of the Antarian Rangers and the Coalition Fleet. Meanwhile, the sudden expansion of the Primeval -- an explosion of evil from the edge of space -- to Wayland, then to Ziost, threatened to plunge the entire sector back into the throes of a Galactic Civil War. Fear of a new Cold War was the shape of current politics, and that fear drove a need for secure routes through space.

Routes through which to move a military.

Or evacuate refugees.

In any event, the shuttle bound from Voss to Midvinter was nothing so spectacular or meaningful. A routine voyage, as shuttles bearing goods and people often cycled through Raevana, Tygara, or Midvinter. Former worlds of the Levantine Sanctum. With the majority of trade now coming by way of Voss, the old routes through hyperspace were not entirely usable, and so the Frontier Corps had been using the trips round Voss and Laekia in order to better establish the secure lanes between them.

"Time marker, T-minus sixty seconds."

At the remark from the mission commander, the young Pantoran cadet got up from his seat at the communications terminal and stepped over to the terminal that controlled the launch of the shuttle's way markers. Radio beacons that worked as remote sensors and astronautical buoys which navi-computers could reference in order to adjust calculations in hyperspace for the slight deviations that would occur as space expanded. Flipping safety covers up to expose a series of red buttons, the blue-skinned youth turned his head back toward the mission commander as he heard:

"T-minus twenty-five seconds."

A quick series of commands was entered. "Standing by," the boy remarked.

"Ten seconds."

The Pantoran toggled a pair of switches upward. Through the craft, the slightest vibration of something sliding downward could be felt through the durasteel frame. "Ready to release," the boy reported.

"Release."

A mechanical echo resonated, as the youth's blue fingers depressed the series of red buttons he'd uncovered earlier. "It's away," the boy remarked, turning and leaning over the seat he'd occupied earlier as he began entering coded frequencies into the comlink. "Time check..." the boy announced, pausing as he waited for the signal to go out, and then return. A series of binary numbers floated across the screen, reflected in the boy's amber eyes as he looked up and reported, "Receiving telemetry."

"Good. We'll see if its where the navi-computer plotted it when we come this way on the return trip."

That was it. Just a quick trip out to Midvinter, refuel the hyperdrive, and then back to Voss. During which, the Frontier Corps would measure the spatial drift of the way markers in order to better assess the stability of this corridor through hyperspace.

They'd spend a few hours in Midvinter. Someone named 'Heavenshield' had arranged for a tour of some landmark, tourist-y thing and there were a few passengers on board for the day trip. Which, was fine. Midvinter was supposed to be a cold world. Snow. Ice. Glaciers. And that suited the Pantoran just fine. He might even skip the tour and see if he could find some snowboarding...

Slipping down from the cockpit, the Pantoran cadet went to check and see how the passengers were faring.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"] | [member="Ren Colvet"]​

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

[member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Nina Heavenshield"] ( )​

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What was left of his lunch his mother had packed for him, lay on his lap. The crusts of the sandwiches the only thing remaining, Théo does not like the crusts even though they are said to put 'hair on your chest', what idiot came up with that theory! Besides, Théo did not want hair on his chest!, well not yet anyway, and that would come later in life and something his father would have to explain to him, and .. Oh that will be a fun conversation for the future, cause well .. that will not be the only place hair will grow!

Théo looked down to his lap.

But what was bothering him, was a piece of the meat had got stuck in his teeth and no amount of him trying to removed worked. He practically had his hand in his mouth trying to pick it out, head twisting to aid the situation but it would not budge. He growled in frustration and gave up. Théo looked around to the others, not really paying him any attention, which was good and he hoped that they would not speak to him either. It would mean he would have to open his mouth, not only is there the embarrassment of the meat in his teeth, but he had lost his two front teeth! Only the first signs of the budding adult teeth showed but in Théo's mind, he looked stupid.

However, today is a wonderful day! A small group of younglings are off to Midvinter and Théo could not wait to arrive. The idea of seeing his homeland again and more so his Grand Papa! His mind left his plight of the teeth and took hold of a small leather pouch he keeps with him. Filled with the soil of Midvinter, a constant reminder to Théo of his heritage and home.

Théo head snapped up as a boy entered the passenger area and asked, "Are we there yet?".

 

[Micah tol Powl]

As the Levantine cadet, in his navy blue uniform, stepped into the passenger compartment, he was greeted by quite a sight.

A youngling, bright eyed and full of energy. He was missing his front teeth. And he wanted to know if they were there yet. "Soon," the Pantoran answered, reaching out to take the remains of the sandwich crusts and other trash. In a way, he was kind of the stewardess on this flight, being that he was a Frontier Corps cadet and this was a Frontier Corps shuttle. And the passengers were guests.

Depositing the garbage in the bin, the blue-skinned youth turned back toward the dark haired boy as he said, "We just passed the Kalos System." Kalos was more prominently known for its habitable world, the planet Laekia. Or the orbital station which housed the Levantine Astronautical Academy, Oswaft Station. Which, was where the boy's star courier was parked. Along with his astromech, his personal Primeval 'house shrine' and Azi.

Hopefully R3 was feeding the pet Amphistaff.

Thankfully, Amphistaffs seemed like snakes in that they didn't require a whole lot of attention. And tended to sun bathe, like, all the time. Seriously, they napped more than cats. "Midvinter's not far," the Pantoran assured the boy.

Strange, to think what he'd been doing at that age. Already an orphan, digging for food in the rubbish bins behind restaurants or bars. Stealing. Running with a youth gang to try and stay safe from other gangs, and then trying to protect what he stole to feed himself from being taken by the older kids.

By the look of him, the dark haired youngling hadn't had anything like those experiences.

And the Pantoran was glad for that.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Ren Colvet"]



Norah was supposed to be under the watchful eye of some nanny that [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] had hired to keep an eye on her. Lucky for Norah the nanny was old and liked to take naps on the job. The little ginger had given her nanny the slip at a clothing boutique. The old woman was trying on a shirt and the girl immediately wandered off without being detected.


Once she had heard the words 'field trip' with several kids lined up to board, the little redhead had joined the line and came aboard. No one seemed to have noticed yet. Norah sat in the very back of the passenger compartment, bookbag taking up the seat next to her. A few of the others knew one another. Or at least it seemed that way. Maybe she had wandered upon a particularly chatty group of local students.


Sitting cross-legged in her seat, Norah had pulled out her personal datapad and was engrossed in reading the next installment of a popular young adult novel. It was an entire series, spanning life in post-apocalyptic Coruscant, right after the Gulag Virus. Besides, the less she stood out the less anyone would notice her.


No way was Norah going back to spend another boring day with her caretaker.

 

[Ren Colvet]

[member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Ren let out a big sigh.

Why were people talking? Can't a Padawan meditate peacefully?

Ren opened his eyes and stood up from his cross-legged position quickly and aggressively to face the two sources of his problem.

He froze. There were two reasons to this. Reason One: Théodred Heavenshield, son of Thurion and Coci Heavenshield, the Masters of The Silver Jedi Order was right in front of him. Reason Two: Boo, the Pantoran boy he encountered on Voss was right in front of him.

And he was about to yell at them. Several gazes from the other Younglings were drawn towards Ren. Say something, you're looking like an idiot.

He squeaked, "What are we-"

He cleared his throat and spoke in a deeper tone, "What are we going to be doing on Midvinter?"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Was Ren upset or something?

As the older boy stood up, the Pantoran turned to look up at the older boy. Technically, at fifteen, he had 'babysitter' or 'adult of the group' status. So, in a way, he was viewed as kind of being the Jedi in charge of the little Jedi. Or future Jedi. Or whatever Jedi called younglings these days. Prospective padawans?

If the teen's posture had suggested irritation, the question quickly diffused the tension in the air.

"I dunno," the Pantoran answered honestly, a shrug of his shoulders coming as he looked over the assembled passengers. There was a red-headed girl who was being awfully quiet. Head down in a holobook.

Looking back up at the teen, the blue-skinned blue said, "Some guy named... Heaven's shield... set up some kind of tour of something called the Gates of Thainbrook or Thinbook or some..."

The boy stopped in mid-sentence.

Through the Force, he could sense...

...something.

Mouth agape, the Pantoran stood there as his mind tried to work out what he was feeling. It was vague. Tenuous. Elusive. It was...

Spinning on his heel, the Pantoran had just started toward the cockpit when the shuttle suddenly lurched violently. Bouncing off the wall, the boy ricocheted across the shuttle like a ping-pong ball, before rolling onto the deck. Through the transparisteel windows, the mottled view of hyperspace suddenly snapped back into the familiar backdrop of stars.

The ship had been pulled out of hyperspace.

The ship bucked a second time as something hit it. Blue lines of energy passing through the skin of the hull as everything went pitch black.

[member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

[member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"]​

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The older kid he had seen at the workshop stood up. Most indignant that Théo and the blue boy had spoken ... out loud! But what got Théo's goat more was the blue boy! "The name is Heavenshield, not Heaven's Shield .. and it is Tháinbroek, Midvinter's capital city". But before Théo could continue on with his proud stance and his indignation he suddenly found himself thrown to the floor and sliding on his back toward the back of the passenger area, only to come to an abrupt halt with the good grace of the metal wall.

The wind in his lungs burst out of him, his small rib cage ached with the impact and his head swam in a daze and with tiny stars before his eyes. The ship lurched again, this time spending Théo rolling over and over toward the side wall, until once again stopped by a wall. He groaned, the pain in his body knocking what little sense was in his head, out. "What ... what just happened?", words spoke with laboured breathing as his lungs pushed against his painful rib cage.

Before any answer came, the ship delved into darkness. Generally speaking Théo is not afraid of the dark, the long winters of Midvinter saw to that but generally speaking, Théo is always safely tucked up in his bed and with the added protection of his parents to stave away any misgivings. But this is different .. they are not near Midvinter, to early to be landing, and beside the pilot would need a sever talking to if so! No, they are in hyperspace and so .. something is not right. And Théo could sense it too.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Ren Colvet"]


Norah frowned at the general interruptions from the others in the passenger area. Someone was arguing about their schedule for the day, an older cute looking boy. Only the blue-skinned boy seemed to know what they were doing. He looked about her age but acted as if he was in charge of the entire operation. Class leader? Safety monitor? Slim shoulders shrugged as her brilliant blue eyes peeked over her datapad, watching the boys argue. The black haired one seemed to interject as if he knew it all. No doubt this would send them all into another round of debate.


They say us girls can't get along.


Eyes cast back down into her holobook when the ship lurched. Power instantly went out and she was thrown against the seats in front of her. Her datapad slid into the little walkway between the rows of seats. Despite the dark, Norah was able to reach her hand out into the walkway and grab her datapad. Other hand searched for her bookbag and she slid her precious possession inside.


Norah tucked a flame-red piece of hair behind her ear and slowly slid back into the seat, hand clutching the strap of her bag.


"Your school needs a better transport system. This.....this is horrible."

 

[Ren Colvet]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"]

It all happened so quickly.

Ren felt the disturbance a split second after Boo did, realizing that something was a miss, he attempted to follow his Pantoran friend to see what the commotion could possibly be, until he was thrust forward.

Ren flew to the other side of the room, where Théodred was sitting, slamming stomach first into the wall before falling backwards and onto the ground. His head was throbbing and his stomach felt like it had just been hit by a train.

Out of sheer anger and frustration at the event, he almost muttered something that might have been a little too inappropriate for the younger children in the room.

Then there was darkness.

Ren blinked. Twice. Thrice. Before realizing that someone could be hurt, slowly and steadily, he stood up.

"Is everyone alright?"

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

[member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"]​

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Pulling himself up from the floor, with the aid of the back of a seat, Théo stood gingerly. One arm wrapped around his chest as if to support his aching body, but apart from the initial winding he seemed to be alright. "I .. I think so", he replied to the older boy, not that he could see him, the room in total darkness still.

Another voice spoke, a girl. He had not noticed her before, to busy being indignant, but she seemed to be a cheeky one. Théo like that. He wondered what she meant by school however, not attending one himself. All his education was done through the Silver Temple so he supposed she meant that, or the like.

"Do you .. do any of you ... sense .. danger?", he asked as he moved toward the voice in the dark, nearly tripping over a bag or something on the floor. "Where are you all?".

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Bruised, battered, and more than a little disoriented from the sudden turn of events, the young Pantoran clutched at the knot forming on the back of his head.

A loud metallic sound echoed through the shuttle, as a tremor shook the occupants as though they were experiencing an earthquake in space. The momentary confusion at the sound and movement drained away as, in the inky black darkness, the mission commander's voice called out, "We're about to have company!"

As he attempted to get to his feet, the Pantoran tripped over something - or someone - stumbling and fumbling in the dark as he fought to get his bearings and orient himself. His lightsaber was in the rescue diver kit near the force cylinder. Or there was a small arms locker in a compartment on the starboard side forward. Except, he wasn't certain if he was facing forward or backward. Or even port or starboard.

"Nerf fether!" Whereas Ren might have dropped only one inappropriate comment, Boo was providing a thorough vocabulary in swearing. "Ren, can you get to your lightsaber?"

A second tremor, more violent than the first, as a grinding sound could be heard, as though something were clamping down forcibly against the shuttle. The shock dropped the blue-skinned youth back down on one knee as he lost his balance. A strange sound, a banging sound. Then, a moment later, light flickered into sight, as the outline of an airlock hatch could be seen glowing red hot.

The Pantoran's head came up, focused on the illuminated doorway as he at last got his bearings, his head snapped around for the darkness where he could now visualize his medkit - which also contained his lightsaber - being stowed. He started to rise up from the floor, but hesitated as his eyes darted back to the door that was now entirely white-pink.

It was coming off the hinges.

And was going to blow inward when it did.

"DOWN!"

Crouching low to the deck, the Pantoran covered his head with his arms. A strange sensation, like a sudden pressure, seemed to muffle his hearing. All sound replaced were a numb impression of his own heart beating in his ears. And a ringing sound. A blast of hot air rushed over his body, as some force of air pushed him back a foot along the deck.

When it had passed, the dazed youth had a splitting headache that sent stars across his vision. Indistinct silhouettes moved through the light which now poured through the open doorway. The light sparkled from off a small, metal object. A canister rolling along the deck.

His mind screamed at him to move, but his body was too stunned to respond. A hiss of air whistled just in range of hearing, as the boy's eye lids grew heavy.

He felt his body sag against the floor of the shuttle, as darkness swallowed him whole.

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He woke with a splitting headache.

The smell of chit and urine assaulted his nostrils, as the young Pantoran pulled himself up into a fetal ball. Forcing his eyes open, and resisting the urge to hurl, the cadet realized that he was in some kind of holding cell. It was small, maybe the size of a janitor's closet. A dirty mattress wedged between the walls, running the full length of the room. There was room enough for the tween to stand up, and a filthy looking refresher by the bed, but that was all there was.

The door was sealed all around. A thick durasteel plate with three slit-like slots - each barely ten centimeters long - in the door.

A quick self-inspection revealed that everything was gone. His wrist link, student identicard, credit cube...

This had better not be a Primeval or Hutt Cartel raid. Because, if so, this was poodoo.

Sliding up against the cold steel of the door, the boy pressed his face against the slits. Amber eyes searched for what little he could see of the corridor outside. Doors, similar to this one, seemed to be on the other side. Other cells like this one perhaps?

What happened to the mission commander? Or the other kids on the shuttle?

"Ren?" the Pantoran whispered, calling out into the hallway.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"]​

 

[Ren Colvet]

[member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"]

"Were about to have company!"

Company? What the hell did he mean by that? And for that matter, what in the Force was going on? Suddenly, he heard Boo call his name and where his lightsaber was. Ren patted his hips to feel for any, irregular object that would resemble his lightsaber. It took seconds for him to find it.

After finding his one true confidant, Ren attempted to respond to Boo's question, but stopped short after seeing a glowing red light at the end of the hallway, quickly, he scanned the room, he saw Boo, Théodred, the red-head, and several other Younglings with the little light he was given.

Before he could reply again, Ren was interrupted by a sudden shout from Boo.

Then came the explosion.

Boo and three other Younglings were knocked unconscious by the blast. Fortunately for Ren, he was just the right amount of distance away from the blast, so with one quick swiped, he grabbed his lightsaber, unhooked it, and ignited it.

He held the green blade right in front of him, and clasped it tightly with both hands. With his body, he managed to cattle the conscious Younglings behind him as the strange figures approached towards him and the Younger Jedis.

He yelled with a clear and distinct fear in his voice, "What do you want!?!"

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He was already down, once again. The ship screeched as it was clasped, the sound of metal buckling set his nerves on edge and hurt his ears. Théo's hand raised to them covering to block the noise but it only worked to a degree. He closed his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, and than the explosion! The pressure in the room pressing against his body and his ears popped with pain.

Théo staggered to his feet and looked around for the others, but there was not time for any questions although his face show them. Only a brief moment he had to watch with horror as the blue boy seemed to collapse and some sort of strange smell filled the air. His eyes watered and his head went into a daze, he felt tired and wanted to sleep. And he did. His body hit the floor in a thud.

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Eyes flickered open, still the stars set before his vision. He leaned forward holding the side of his head wanting to clear it, he did not understand what had happened, why it was still dark and why is he wet? Théo shook his head and soon his vision returned but the sight before him scared him. A small room, cold and dank. He looked around to discover the source of the water on his pants and found he was sitting in a pool of brackish sludge which seemed to leak from the refresher. Where am I?

Théo stood up, his ribs still hurt but he cared little for that now, a sense of fear filled his mind and all he wanted was his mother and father. Confused and alone.

Then he heard a faint voice, it sounded like the blue boy's voice and he rushed to the door. His heart pounding against his chest, he reached up and slid back the only means to see beyond the walls of his cell. Fear gripped him once more, what was on the other side?

"H.. Hello?", he said but hardly audible. He swallowed hard, a dry throat prevented him from voicing more. "Hello!", he said once more, this time his courage and want to get out prevailing above his fear.

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[member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"]​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

A voice.

There was someone there, across the hall. In another cell. But it wasn't Ren. And it wasn't the mission commander. It was a young voice. The small boy? As the Pantoran pressed up against the door, his eyes moving furtively while his mind tried to work through the questions gathering in his waking mind. He listened for any other sounds, indications that Ren and the others might yet be out there. But there was naught by a sudden echo, as though something or someone was moving toward them.

But who?

And why?

They couldn't have been targeted for being a Jedi ship. The merger and formation of the Coalition was too new. As a result, the transponder on the Hraesvelgr had been broadcasting a Levantine ID code. "Someone's coming," the boy stated, dropping his voice though he hoped it was still loud enough that the smaller child could hear him. "It'll be all right. For now, stay quiet."

Pushing away from the door, the Pantoran took stock of the room. His eyes trailed along the walls and up to the ceiling. "I'll get us out of here..." the boy promised, stepping on top of the mattress as he stretched to see how far up the ceiling he could reach. "...somehow."

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"]​

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Ren Colvet"]



Lucky for Norah, sitting in the back row had more perks than just being ignored by the teachers. After the first incident, the other kids had raised their voices in the din, wondering aloud what was going on. The little ginger had figured there was some type of electrical malfunction. She'd heard of this before -- from Mom.


Someone shouted and she had instinctively ducked down between her seats again, thinking maybe they were about to be rammed by another vessel. They were kinda dead in the water to begin with. Or at least....maybe thats what she thought. Mom had always loved explaining military tactics to her. Apparently some of it was sticking.


Their passenger area was rocked and Norah waited a long moment before emerging. She found the older boy holding one of those killer flashlights and protecting a bunch of little kids. She didn't have any real skills to speak of, not like these weird kids that were trained to kill folks with their light sword things.


"Come on, follow me" Norah spoke quietly.


She would do her best to help evacuate the younger kids.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Ever so relieved was Théo to hear a voice, not only that it is the voice of the blue boy, but the words did not bring any joy to his mind. "Someone is coming", he repeated more to himself. So Théo turned pushing his back to the wall beside the door and stood quiet as he could. With what little light was in the room, only given to him from a sickly orange thing on the wall, allowed him to see the small cell. Looking to the ceiling he saw a vent but it was too high up for him to reach, furthermore in a place like this, it would near impossible to get through it anyway, no doubt some form of defense would be in place to prevent escape. Electricity probably and not a forgiving amount of charge. To Théo the only way out, was the via the way he came in. The door.

Théo is the master of escape, but today he realised he was stuck. The blue boy had promised to get them out, so there is some hope, which Théo will cling to. But someone is coming, why? To feed them? or something far more horrid. He stood quiet but his heart pounded against his chest once more as time ticked and the person coming approached.

This might be it, this might be the only time he could get out, if .. they are to open that door. Then a light went on in Théo's mind, Nina! An odd thing to think on this occasion. Through years of speaking to her only using telepathy, Théo has become quite good at it. Could he use this to communicate with the blue boy?

He closed his eyes, drawing to him the image of curling wood, the soft and slow moving hands as they tenderly worked the block of wood with his father's touch. The smell of the freshly cut pine filled him, curl after curl settled his mind and Théo focused on the blue boy and using the force Théo search for him across the hall.

Can you hear me? can .. you, hear me?

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[member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Ren Colvet"]​

 

[Ren Colvet]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Norah Kitts-Castillon"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

Ren nodded to the red-head and ushered all the conscious Younglings towards her, silently whispering words of encouragement to keep their spirits up, then turned his attention back to the intruders, who still had not answered his question.

By the time the smoke had cleared, the Heavenshield boy and Boo were missing, along with three other Younglings. In their place stood two masked figures.

Where were they? Captured? Dead? It didn't matter now, all that mattered now was to get the others out of here, and hopefully himself.

With his saber in hand, he couldn't lose, right? Right?

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Ren Colvet"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"]



Unfortunately for the group of younger kids, Norah had not paid all too close attention to the layout of the vessel while boarding. Add in the fact it was dark....well...she was just a stumbling idiot. Some of the extremely dim emergency lights were on but it most places it wasn't making a difference. Frustration welled up inside her after hitting another locked door. Were these the bad kids or something? Every freakin' door was locked.


It didn't occur to her that it was probably standard emergency procedure.


Frown washed over her features in the dark. What to do? There was a small-ish group following her and Norah could probably shove them all into one space if needed. It would be a tight squeeze but better than being out in the open.


"Watch my back, I'm trying to open a door."


Norah knew how to scramble security codes to prevent people from entering. Could she actually break into a door though?

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Spoiler: OOC Note

Sorry, sorry, sorry... somehow this thread slipped my mind yesterday...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-_mrWP_JfI​

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Can you hear me? can .. you, hear me?

The boy's thoughts brushed against the Pantoran's mind. He might well have felt the anger that the tween was tapping into, crouching in wait as he closed his eyes and let loose the fetters he normally maintained on the turbulent emotions of a scarred childhood. It would have felt cold to Theo.

Cold as ice.

Cold as the grave.

Oblivious to the mystic energies that were gathering, a meaty, green fist banged against the door to young Theo's cell. The small eyes and large head of a Gamorrean appeared through the slits as the guard took note of the prisoner and then stepped across the hall to do likewise in the cell with the older child.

A Dark Rage flowed through the boy, as he extended out a hand and tried to concentrate all of his anger, the whole of his dreams, and the sum of all fears into the palm of his hand. A layer of frost formed over his exposed arm, as an icicle began to take shape -- its rudimentary point extended away from the closed fist like the point of a knife. The boy channeled the Dark Side energies he had wrought there. Trying to grasp the Force. His fist overflowing, as it washed down the icicle like a sheath of energy. Reinforcing the ice.

A series of grunts could be heard, as the Gamorrean peered through the door to the Pantoran's cell. And did not see him. The door opened moments later, the tween standing - braced against the corners of the wall just above, and to the right, of the door. The porcine thug passed beneath him, as it's brutish head was stuck inside to search for signs of the blue-skinned boy.

And he struck.

Like a viper.

Like the amphistaff he kept as a pet.

The fang of ice pierced the creature in the side of the neck, the Gamorrean toppling forward in surprise as eighty pounds of Pantoran suddenly slammed down on his shoulder blades.

From across the hall, Theo would have heard the death throes of a pig as it was slaughtered. The squeals and bleating hoarse and raw as they depicted a living creature having its life ripped violently from its body. The sounds sent shivers through the spine, and set the skin crawling.

And then it was over.

The cold lingered. Colder now. Silence. A stillness of death in the air as seconds ticked by. A sound pierced the stillness. The sound of the door to the Pantoran's cell shutting at long last.

And then a voice spoke in a whisper to say, "Don't be afraid."

A blue hand, dripping red with blood, slid an identicard up against the controls to the cell. The door in front of Theo was lifted away, revealing a lanky figure. Sagging against the doorframe, the blue-skinned youth dropped to a knee as he found to catch his breath. The Dark Side of the Force had powerful repercussions to the body. Channeling that much of it at once had left him winded, his muscles exhausted and his mind numbed.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

[member="Boo Chiyo"]​

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No answer came immediately, but Théo sensed him. Standing by the wall and pressing his back to the hard cold surface, a chill ran through him. Why? was it the coldness of the metallic wall, or the feelings and emotions from the Blue Boy. Whatever it was, Théo did not like. The sliding of the small aperture on the door, let in a stench issuing from the being on the other side of it. Théo's face screwed up in disgust and held his breath, more so to stem the tide of fear growing in him. His young life, not experienced any such dangers until now and yes he is afraid. It is normal.

However, his door did not open, the being moving away to the other side of the hall. His opportunity of escape seemed lost in this moment, but there is more Théo than his boyish escapades, for pounding through his body is the blood of warriors, older than most of those within the galaxy, and now it informed this purpose and wanting to fight for freedom.

He heard the click of the door opposite, what came next sent his blood cold but not his purpose. The squealing of what seemed to be some kind of animal filled the corridor before the last of it's breath left it's body. A strange feeling he felt, as if a candle was blown out and all the warmth removed from it's flame, it was the 'leaving', a life extinguished that he sensed.

The 'leaving', the ascension.

Another click, this time Théo's door opened, "Don't be afraid". Théo went to the blue boy, as he sagged to the floor, at first he did not notice the blood but that did not matter regardless. "Let me help you up", he said whispered. Théo looked along the corridor, one way is blocked no door, the other the main entrance to the holding cells and their only way out. So it seemed. But what would they find on the other side of it? "Thank you", he added as he tried to assist the blue boy to his feet once more.

"We can't .. we can't stay here, they will come soon .. .. .. what is your name? I am Théo". He wanted to know the name of his rescuer.