While Xiphos and Phyre were slaughtering the Mawite welcoming party, Maple was rapidly getting everything ready along with the Nuetralizers when she sensed danger.
"Aunt Harte..." Called out one of the
Model 1 units, a Soldier Droid named Vernon. *My onboard Droid Source Ripper has detected fluctuations in the Hangar Force Field."
Maple blinked.
"Shut the Blast Doors! SHUT THEM NOW!" she screamed.
Vernon wirelessly hacked the local Hangar Electronics with his Ripper. He sequenced a thousand different intrusion methods over the course of five seconds, always stopping the shut down command from going through, but the central security system was constantly readjusting, and the Hangar Doors had barely started to shut when the Force Field went off.
Maple held the ship in place against the sudden Venting, while Phyre summoned a bubble of red, enchanted flames around her and Xiphos that protected from the decompression, while the Matriarch of House Io held herself and Phyre in place, along with the other boarding shuttles with, while the Mawite greeting party was the only ones sucked out, though Xiphos was dragged closer and closer to the outside.
The other Model 1 units and the
Fixer Nuetralizer they had brought used their wireless Slicing abilities to finally Force shut the blast doors and pump air back into the room, un-decompressing it. Maple ran out and opened her palm with her knife, tracing blood runes that would force the blast doors to stay shut telekinetically regardless of what commands were given.
"They'll send more soon." Maple hissed as Darth Phyre ended her protective bubble of enchanted flames.
"Of course they will..." Phyre snorted, the mass of evil minds within having not broken their length with
Tu'teggacha
, each one sending him a different horror, a different atrocity they each were guilty of, so perverse they mentally recorded the pain of their victims
from the perspective of the victims, trying to force each horror against animals, against adults, against
younglings into his head so he would experience every torture they had, all bearing down with mental sledgehammers on his barriers, growing more furious and determined to break him. "And I'll roast them."
Phyre sneered mentally at the Ebruchi's suffering, tightening her grip on his life force, a firm tether, fastidiously maintained.
SO, SQUID, I CAN SEE YOU'RE NOT ENTIRELY INEXPERIENCED... the legion of evil minds snarled at his defensive spirit.
BUT YOU ARE AN APPRENTICE AT BEST, TO THE WAYS OF SADISM...
A thousand horrible atrocities committed by the witches in her, to anyone and
everyone, fashioned into a jackhammer to smash away his mental defenses. A thousand curses being uttered, ravenously attempting to block out any way his spirit might successfully flee the legion.
WITH YOUR WHIPS AND PETTY CRUELTIES. uninspired. EVEN THE LEAST AMONG MY CULTISTS WOULD MOCK YOU.
Thousands of rotting faces lingering at the edge of the Ebruchi's mind, all gnawing at his shields, desiccated fingers trying to find any gap that might shove an arm through to tear at his soul.
She showed him more of the sick, horrid things she had done to others, in particular one Ebruchi she had dissected and eaten piece by piece, keeping him alive and fully cognizant with black magic even when he had been reduced to little more than chunks of slimy meat in a bowl, still twitching in agony, using the pleasurable experience as a Drill to try and pierce through his mental defenses even as she casually walked over to the Hangar exit, only to find the Blast Doors had been sealed to try and prevent them from going further. She gestured to an annoyed Xiphos, who impatiently crushed and ripped away the Blast Doors just as the Model 1 units and Model 2 and three units, along with more specialized variants that had come in the boarding shuttles. She left four Chaplain Nuetralizers and fifteen Model 3's, three Model 1's and an Advanced Model 1 behind to guard their ships. Other Model 3 units brought down two very large, almost bell shaped duffle bags that looked like they weighed at least sixty kilograms. Each would give off a faint radiological signature.
"Do we have any idea where the Path Engine is? Maple asked.
"We know where the Reactor will be. Right at the center. Get the Fixer over here..." Xiphos said.
The Fixer Nuetralizer, designed to look like a petite but curvy young Atrisian Woman in a Hazmat Suit, immediately went over to a nearby terminal, and began immediately hacking it wirelessly for directions.
"Nutrient storage is located some distance downward for us. Reactor Core is heavily defended. So is the Path Engine." The Fixer noted, while listing the most efficient pathways to them. Unfortunately, they were the most heavily defended paths."
"We have no choice. We go anyway..." Xiphos said, watching as Phyre's flesh shuddered as she tried to kill the Ebruchi's rationality and then him. Xiphos stiffened, feeling the ritual everyone on the station enacted to fuel
Darth Solipsis
as he attempted to alter reality.
"Fething maniacs..." Maple said hypocritically, reacting in disgust as she felt his perversions reach out seemingly into the very air.
"He won't succeed. The universe won't let him. Tython could be destroyed and he
still wouldn't be a God. He could drain the life of everything and everyone in the Galaxy, drain the energy from every single star, every single black hole inside it, and
still he would not have the energy required to rewrite the universe. It is a vanity project, nothing more. Just like this station." Phyre dismissed. "So what do we hit with our nukes?"
The reactor core must absolutely be hit with a nuke, no question. But taking out it's Nutrient tanks would completely cripple it's ability to operate. The Path Engine is the least of our dangers, but we don't want them able to use it to try and slam into the planet like they did at Csilla. But the Reactor absolutely must suffer significant damage... Xiphos trailed mentally
"We better decide fast. We get only one shot at this, and soon we'll be swarmed." Maple grunted.
Xiphos thought a moment.
An Advanced Model 1 and Model 3's will fight their way to the Path Engine section. The Chaplains will kill their way to the Nutrient storage. And we will kill our way to the Reactor with Model 2's and 3's, one Advanced Model has to infiltrate the electrical systems in liquid form and start breaking down physical systems that will make it harder for them to send reinforcements towards us, monitor us with Security, or try tricks with the environment. We will plant the Nuke, wait as long as we can, and escape just before it goes off. We'll likely have to weaken the Reactor Core with magic before we set it off... Xiphos surmised telepathically before addressing the Nuetralizers, relaying their orders technopathically, then speaking out loud "We all know what's up at stake. No grandstanding. Don't waste time on the weak. Exterminate all that stands against you my children, or die trying. No honor. No fairness. . For if we fail, the Avatar shall stand, Tython shall fall, and a thousand worlds may follow..."
Xiphos then used her technopathy to reprogram the electronics in her local area, closing airlocks and pressurizing areas in their immediate vicinity and momentarily locking out all security overrides.
"Ironic..." Phyre remarked with a perverse smirk, still ferociously attacking the Ebruchi's mind. "We're the only Sith group trying to save Tython."
Just then there was a swirl of smoke and four Black Knights of Io, clad in their gold and black Yovshin Swordsman inspired Heavy Armor appeared, kneeling.
"Ah. Disciples. I am pleased you made it aboard." Xiphos praised.
Phyre raised a brow, perplexed. "I didn't see you Motherfethers get aboard..."
"We were in the Shadow Bride." one answered
"Since when?" Phyre questioned.
"Isn't it obvious? Because we're awesome..." another answered, giving a Troll response more out of reflex than pragmatism.
Phyre snorted in exasperation.
"Yep, they're definitely your students, Julia.
Totally." Phyre muttered.
"Rip and Tear, until it is Done, my disciples. And remember! If they're huge, it means they have huge guts!" Xiphos reminded.
Each Black Knight nodded.
"Huge guts for ripping and tearing." they remarked in unison.
"Get ready..." Maple said, drawing her
Battle Scout Rifle, loaded with Armor Piercing Rounds.
"You really think that antiquated firearm is going to do you any good?" Phyre asked.
"Its an expy of one of the greatest rifles ever made. So yes..." Maple answered, her response filtered as usual through a Fourth Wall break.
The group proceeded forward after Xiphos forced open the sealed blast door to the passages beyond. Two went with them, while the other two split up, one heading to Nutrient Storage, and the other to the Path Engine. An Advanced Model 1 flowed into a nearby vent, seeking a way to more sensitive Electronics. The Fixer followed the trio
("The Only Thing They Fear Is You" by Mick Gordon Plays)
They immediately came under fire and Maple reacted, snap firing two shots into the knees of Maw Warriors, strategically causing them to fall and disrupt the shots they tried to aim at the invading party, while Xiphos teleported behind one lifted up one by the neck tossing him like a Rag doll into the path of one of her Model 2 Children's repeater cannons (This individual would be promptly blasted to chit a second after)
Maple landed four more head shots , telekinetically grabbing their rifles and firing them in mid air, with the same deadly accuracy.
Some of the Model 2's opened up with their Staccato Lightning Cannons, blasting into the Mawite dozens who fired to try and desperately block them, Xiphos tearing down floor and wall panels, hurling them at shooters, teleport towards Maw Warriors and surprising them before viciously dismembering them with two blades, armor getting pinged with dozens of blaster bolts starting to get warm in some areas.
Phyre did what Phyre had been famous for in the Gulag Era.
She took in air, channeling the Dark Side and raw hatred, flesh shuddering hidiously, and blew out a powerful plume of red flames that engulfed a large squad of fanatics, making them thrash and die in agony as the red flames melted their armor upon them. Xiphos telekinetically grabbed a small crowd of Mawites and chucked them into her path, and Phyre performed the flamethrower equivalent of skeet shooting and breathed another plume of red flames
If it was ever a mystery as to why Xiphos had to think it out so carefully before trying to kill Darth Phyre and by extension, Syd Celsius and The Amalgam), she could easily afford to do what she did next AND have more than enough evil minds to kill Tu'Teggacha with from afar. Such was the terrible power of Darth Phyre. Such was the terrible power of the Amalgam.
The Black Knights conjured bright, illusory walls of flame that surprised attackers before managing to seemingly teleport to them and begin slashing away at the Maw hoardes, their expert sword training allowing to hold their own against multiple attackers all shooting at them or attempting melee, black blades slashing and stabbing through powerful armor, the Knight's fighting alongside their teacher, deflecting both bolt and bullet with their Katanas, seemingly manifesting telekinetic abilities and hurling thrown grenades back without actually touching them.
Maple blasted through the thick skull of a Mawite heavy gunner, and there was a ping sound as her rifle ejected it's clip. While she reloaded, the blasters she floated in mid air kept firing. But she didn't use the scout rifle again, instead drawing her Pistol.
Her hand lashed out, and a Mawite screamed as he was telekinetically crushed, but not killed. The headshot from her pistol did that.
"Hey Mom!" one if the Model 1 units called out, tossing her a Z-6 Rotary cannon, as he hacked the local Electronics to prevent any further environmental surprise.
Xiphos having just beheaded the last of a ferocious group of Mawite swordsmen, caught it and grinned.
"Groooooovy..." Xiphos trailed, opening fire and stabilizing its. Aim by using Telekinesis to move the cannon in addition to her hands. It's rotating barrels spinning and unleashing a brutal hail of fire into onrushing Defenders. The Alarm Klaxons were blaring everywhere, Mawite Fanatics, stormtroopers, Mandalorian defenders, E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E rushed to stand in their way...
"Holy Superlaser, Adam! We
REALLY pissed everyone off!" The Black Knight known as Burt called out to Adam the Black Knight as he disemboweled a red armored Stormtrooper.
"Have no fear Burt. The
criminal scum of this Galaxy will taste the fists of justice and it's citizens will sleep soundly once more..." Adam replied as he lifted one dude up and broke his back on his armored knee.
"Gee, I hope so. Think of all those citizens who won't have pie tonight because of this disruption to their daily lives!" Burt said earnestly as his punches caved in a Mawite's pelvis before jamming his sword through his face.
Um, Laertia? Can I ask you something? Maple called out mentally as Xiphos cackled like a deranged Psychopath while mowing down another Mawite.
Whatever is the matter? Xiphos called back telepathically, not ceasing her cackling as she blasted apart a pair of stormtroopers.
Where'd you get those two?
Their banter amused me.
Oh
The Nuetralizers following did plenty of killing, but special attention was made to protect the Model 1 carrying the large duffle bag...
Meanwhile...
The Black Knight known as Kevin led the way to Nutrient storage, flanked by Chaplain Nuetralizers, who all looked like the same blonde, fair skinned woman with too perfect skin in a Hazmat suit. With them were the Alpha Red delivery system.
Sucking the air out wasn't to stop a Droid, or even the Black Knight leading them...his armor also functioned as a space suit.
The specialized warrior's genetic enhancements to his five senses allowed him to sense the approaching threat before he saw it.
He leaped out of the way as a stealthed Mawite Mandalorian, wearing black armor with a crimson skull emblazoned on his breast plate with matching crimson boots and gauntlets, tried to take his head off with a double bladed sword.
More Maw Mandalorians, each with Disruptors, came out from stealth fields and fired, causing the Organic Nuetralizers to scatter, though one Model 3 caught it and was vaporized.
The whole area erupted in a vicious, well thought out ambush that forced Kevin and the Chaplain that had been placed in charge to act quickly, using their Arc Caster Organs to send lancing bolts of Electricity outward to try and fry them in their heavy armor. This caused the Mawite Mandalorians to think they were facing some sort of Sith, so they threw void stone grenades to try and weaken them...and got a bad surprise when they were hit with what they thought was a Force Push, but was actually the effects of their bio-organic tractor pressor organs.
"Buncha Grimdark bastards, the lot of you." Kevin remarked, patiently defending against lethal, expertly delivered slashes and stabs. He had actually been on the defensive for quite a while, the Mandalorian relentlessly attacking him, sparks flying from their swords as he was driven back, the Model 3's laying down a seemingly endless stream of suppressing fire from their laser cannons, forcing the Mandalorians into cover and delivered with such accuracy that every time they tried to return fire the laser cannon fire, weak though it was, was still hitting with more than enough consecutive force to damage of at least knock their weapon out of their hand.
The Chaplains expertly dodge, jumped and ducked over Disruptor fire, getting close enough and at last using their sonic organ located in their throat to unleash a lethal sonic attack on their shooters, heavily injuring but these Mandalorians, like so many, were made of stronger stuff than normal Maw followers, and one actually managed to decapitate a Chaplain and destroy two Model 3's before a Chaplain lifted him up and Christian Baled his Spinal Column onto her knee.
One Model 2 by the name of Sarge, happily unleashed storms of powerful bolts that ripped one to shreds as he tried to duel a Chaplain, and a Model 3 engaged in a deadly martial arts fight with three attacking Mandalorians.
Kevin covered himself--
somehow--in a veil of smoke and when the Mandalorian stabbed the veil, feeling nothing he stepped back in shock before Kevin leapt out of it like a badass vigilante and tackled him, brutally stabbing into his visor with his Katana.
Two Mandalorians leapt to attack him from behind...only to bolt back in surprise as a fiery serpent conjured around Kevin spraying fire at them. It was fake, of course, an illusion taught by Laertia.
That said, Laertia had once been a very skilled Stage Magician...
It took a second to register that it was an illusion, but by then it was too late and Kevin was on them both like a fly on chit, his deadly, honorless fighting method focused on killing them all as quickly and as painfully as possible,
The next fifteen seconds was an exchange of swords sparking off each other. Both Mandalorians attacking him were masters but Kevin was End Level Boss and his singular skill held back brilliant attacks and counter attacks that would have felled lesser warriors, the sparks making his golden menpo mask glint in the otherwise dim passages, and eventually he tricked them both into striking at the same time, to which he blocked, a swirl of thick gray smoke traveled around their arms, and when the Mandalorians pulled back they realized he had somehow gotten restraints around their arms.
Kevin covered himself in a pillar of smoke as Mandalorians behind him fired, yet the shots went through the smoke, hitting and killing the Mandalorians that had been attacking him by disintegration.
The pillar of smoke dissipated, revealing Kevin the Black Knight, who whipped out a pencil.
"How about a magic trick?" Kevin slyly asked the Mandalorians. "I'm gonna make this pencil...
disappear..."
The Mandalorians started shooting at him again. Kevin vanished into a pillar of smoke and out stepped three Kevin's, who all rushed them and were all promptly shot at...and were revealed to be holograms.
They frantically shot at the column of smoke, which had only expanded, and some sort of hooked rope-dagger was flung out, wrapping around his legs and forcibly dragging him into the pillar of controlled smoke before he could frantically cut it.
The other Mandalorians opened fire on the Column of smoke, which seemingly didn't shift or drift, flowing upward unnaturally, closing the distance while firing.
The smoke dissipated and they stared at their dead compatriot, who had gotten his head cut off. They looked upward.
The Dead Mandalorian was up there also, hanging from the neck by a rope dagger buried in a support beam.
Too late, they realized their deception and tried to aim down...only to be wrong about that also...as the hanging Mandalorian vanished in a heatwave like shimmer to be replaced by Kevin who dropped down on the first of the three, snapping his neck and hurling his dead body into the attackers, crashing one into a wall a impaling one through an armor gap.
As the last of the Maw Mandalorians in the rest of this particular section were dispatched, Kevin walked up to the remaining victim who had had her ribs cracked and could barely breathe.
(Shao Kahn: FINISH HER!)
Kevin ripped off her helmet, snorted at the woman underneath, took out his pencil and brutally jammed it into her eye eraser first, piercing all the way into the brain. If didn't kill her, but instead lobotomized her.
"Presto..." Kevin sneered, hating all Maw because he had lost Family to them once. "It's gone..."
They began checking for casualties. Four Model 3's and two chaplains dead. Model 2's and ones still going strong. The one with the package was undamaged so far.
They had to keep moving. Likely more reinforcements would soon arrive.
Meanwhile...
The Advanced Model 1 leading the team to the Path Engine section soon came under attack herself, via a pair of Sith Lords.
Whole sections of the pathway were torn up and flung as shrapnel at her and the other Mechanical Nuetralizers, forced to dodge the lethal projectiles while the two Advanced Models attempted to close the distance, with dozens of Maw Soldiers, station security all swarming their position.
The Black Knight that had come with them, Ben, was swatting aside dozens of projectiles with his Katana as he moved towards them, given covering fire by the Model 3 escorts that relentlessly poured streams of Laser fire in their direction while Ben somehow conjured a wall of smoke that obscured their vision and momentarily confused them before their high tech equipment allowed them to compensate and fire through it...but Ben had already reached them, his dark Katana moving viciously through the crowds of fighters as the Advanced Models engaged the Sith Pair, who could only telekinetically grab and hurl them around with max focus applied to the task. But they quickly realized they were in extreme danger.
There's no bones to break on an Advanced Model 1. No Organs to fry. No life to drain. No vein to bleed. Their bodies are naturally resistant to Lightsabers and the Force. Every usual trick except raw brute force bordered on ineffective because of this.
The Advanced Models are not as well known as the other forms of Nuetralizer. That is because there are incredibly few people who survived direct encounters,
DECEASED Erskine Barran
and
Starlin Rand
and
Lief
due to special circumstances. Starlin, because he had
started to creep into badass territory and leveled up enough. Eliphas, because he was being trained by Starlin, and Erskine, because he was hardcore badass who had leveled
well past 50 and had put a ton of perk points into Stamina and One Handed. I'm not sure what his charisma stat is, but so greatly was he respected for this feat the Advanced Models had sent him an extremely rare bottle of Cladhan anonymously, so its probably an 8 or 9. I'll accept 7 at the lowest.
Ben severed limbs and broke necks, caved faces in, beheaded people. It was geyser blood everywhere as the Nuetralizers fought, striking down those who would dare stand against them.
The pair of Sith Lords finally had their luck run out when they were out parried in their duel by the Advanced Model 1's arms, which had been formed into blades, slashing them apart at high speed. Ben took an explosive knife and hammer it into the skull of a Sith Lord who had been among the Maw hoardes, and whose ambush had occupied his time after viciously butchering a few squads. The explosion sent brains everywhere.
He saw one Mawite attempting to flee and seemed to demonstrate telekinesis by somehow pulling him back towards him with a hand gesture (it was repulsor equipment in his armor but he did it with such unsettling skill one would have extreme trouble telling the difference between it and an honest to goodness Force Pull.
"Wait!" The Mawite screamed, even as his blood oath to Solipsis burned into his body. "I was brainwashed! Tort--"
"I believe you..." Ben replied coldly, beheading him.
"It appears your training program has been most rewarding!" one of the Advanced Models complimented.
"Better living through Badassery..." Ben replied. "C'mon, we don't have time to waste."
Meanwhile...
A collision alarm sounded as the Leviathan of Danuta partly scraped the Fatalis for a few seconds, but left a two hundred meter long gash on the outer side of the hull, taking out a few Torpedo Arrays. One of the Grievous Class Destroyers finally suffered too much Damage and had a reactor breach, exploding catastrophically. Another House Io Star Destroyer and a Battle Cruiser were destroyed, breaking apart.
Hadrian had no time to mourn the dead. Xiphos had explained it all very clearly and honestly to her citizens: The Avatar must be destroyed, whatever the cost.
The Leviathan and the remaining Cruisers and Destroyers in Battle Group A, along with the Sarka Frigates, continued firing their energy Torpedoes at the Fatalis as they passed over it, sustaining more fire from it's defenses and other ships, but withering amounts of Energy Torpedo fire still came for the hull, and the Ion Bombs kept launching, trying to overwhelm the Fatalis ECM ability to deactivate explosives through sheer, vicious saturation bombardment. Another Grievous Class Destroyer was lost, descending into the hull of the Fatalis itself, it's pilots desperately trying to use it to hit any large weapon they could find while they were still capable of steering.
As the Leviathan of Danuta began to clear the length of the Fatalis, Hadrian at last gave the command to try and set off the various Advanced Spread Proton Munitions they had released in front of the craft, while launching more Ion Pulse missiles as the Leviathan slowly made a turn as it reached the back end of the Fatalis, Solar Ionization Cannons and miniaturized Planetary Turbolaser Cannons were aimed at the engines if the Fatalis, while the other Battle Cruisers on Battle Group A, now having directly arrived above it's wings, their magnificent design allowing them to take Multiple hits from multiple craft and still remain a dangerous, dangerous threat, now firing point blank at its hull with Energy Torpedoes and Rail Cannons.
The Leviathan and the House Io Star Destroyers still in the fight at last began firing on the engines of the Fatalis. Pouring an Alpha strike attack to try and overwhelm any protection a single engine might have had...
Meanwhile...
The Nuetralizers on the ground had begun to be bogged down in the swamp, just as The @Mongrel had hoped. They had already lost dozens and several tanks had been exploded by ambush from those worm like soldiers with too much teeth. Big, angry animals sweapt aside Model 3's and 2's like ten pins in a bowling alley.
Two
Seismic Tanks began making their way to separate sections, released by the Rhand Class Cruiser, which unleashed another barrage on the grounded Star Destroyer, sending out more Energy Torpedoes. One was headed to Akar Kesh, and was flanked by Nuetralizer TIE's strafing the ground with fire along with
Juggernaut War Droids in the
thousands, who made long jumps, blasting Mawite Soldiers from above with their built in Pulse-Wave Rifles and Shatter Beams for up close work. They were shot out of the sky in the dozens, but there were so many in the sky and on the ground and the Model 2's and 3's beginning to rapidly learn the ambush patterns of the Lugabra, that they began to use grenades in the swamps, blasting the wormy monsters. Whole Squads of Model 2's and 3's began to inflict saturation fire on the larger beasts, while their assault shuttles from above rained down missiles.
And that was when the Rhand Class and it's crew began to unleash the explosive mini drones in their storage.
They flew out in swarms, guided by computers, flying into large clusters of armored Maw Squads and detonating when they reached them, potentially inflicting heavy damage on them.
Ted, The Collage, The Conjoined, and the Model 1's that had survived the crash skulked through the battlefield, moving between wrecks, sniping or strangling with the Dark Side as necessary.
The Collage found a dying Padawan, smiled, and took time breaking the young girl's Skeleton with the Dark Side, telekinetically shutting her mouth so she couldn't scream. Ted felt no sympathy. It was because of Jedi incompetence and hesitance that had allowed foes like the Bryn'adul and the Maw to grow so powerful to begin with, and ruin so many lives.
As far as Ted was concerned, the Jedi Order was simply reaping what it had sown with it's constant poor judgement and arrogance. It was an Irony really, just how similar House Io and the Maw were in this regard in terms of how they perceived Jedi, but while one was agitated enough by it to believe in the madness of literally ending the universe out of frustration with the system, the other's Hatred of the Order was much more personal, embedded as a murderous grudge in every First Generation Organic Citizen who fled "civilized" society, unable to bear their arrogance, and the corruption of the Government those arrogant people served so blindly. At least with House Io, the leadership never bothered to hide how crazy and deranged the upper echelon,
especially the Matriarch, actually
was. No attempt was ever made to deceive the citizen as to the nature of its most bloodthirsty allies, nor did it try to sugarcoat anything they did to make it palatable to the masses. If anything, the Citizenry --while not outright
encouraged--was allowed to become as brutal, and people looked the other way at lunacy unless it was hazardous to other Citizens or interfered with House Goals.
House Io, in short, was a Society with almost no filters. And yes, the result was nearly as demented as you might expect.
"We need that Nuke. All we gotta do is plant it in enough traffic..." he grunted as he hefted his Battle Scout Rifle, loaded with explosive rounds as the College's flesh shuddered, sucking out the life force of the dying Padawan.
"I know where it is. I even have a good idea of where to use it..." The Collage surmised as the flesh on her face stopped writhing.
"It's about three hundred meters from here. I think we should use it on the Tho-Yor Solipsis seems to be using to channel his rit--"
A flash of lightning as the terrible Force Storms on the surface picked up and suddenly the Collage, the Conjoined, and the Model 1's had turned to complete stone. Only Ted was left unharmed by the warping of reality.
"Ted..." called out a familiar voice that froze the Citizen Soldier to the Bone, even as Arianna Belasko, channeling the personality of The United, conjured a massive water tornado that caught and ripped apart dozens and dozens of Maw at a time, watery spears coming down to impale unlucky Mawites and their war beasts, or try to anyway in the distance.
Ted turner not quite believing what he heard.
Then he saw her.
It was his wife, beautiful, with chocolate hair and sun tanned skin and blue eyes, clad in a dark green cat suit. She held a Lightsaber.
"It can't be..." Ted muttered, staggering backward. "You're dead...I
saw you die. The Bryn'adul
ripped you apart and ate you..."
"Why have you done these terrible things, my husband? Why do you permit such evil?"
"They murdered you. They murdered our children..." Ted breathed, staggering back through the swamp, getting out his Citizen Energy Sword, it's flat purple blade flashing into existence, it's hum similar to that of an electric shaver.
"How are you still alive?"
"Where I am from...I was never ripped apart..." she said sadly. "You were...and I became a Jedi to fight for those who had been wronged like we were..."
"You're not her. You're not my Danielle..." Ted hissed, angling his blade.
Danielle flashed on her blue, double bladed lightsaber.
"I cannot permit this to continue. You must stop. House Io is crazy
no matter the reality it forms in. You're grief has driven you to madness, husband."
Ted angled his blade defensively.
"I would suffer the death of Nar Kreeta and my family a thousand times. I would rather die in
agony then accept any reality where you joined hands with people who are the second most responsible for the death of our family. (Hulk Smash Vulcan: 7000 XP)"
Danielle from...
elsewhere...sighed.
The pair rushed each other, Ted to silence this twisted reflection of his past, Danielle to end Ted's suffering.
Kralmus Orr
Alessandra Io
