Syd Celsius
The Reflection
Wearing: Darth Phyre's Armor
Armed with: Nothing
Objective: Escape imperial dungeon, rescue Silver Jedi.
"What the Feth is it?" One of the Imperial Stormtroopers, their armor black save for a red triangle pattern on the chestplate, asked as he stared at their recent arrival.
She had been brought in a few hours earlier under maximum guard, bound in rune-inscribed chains that caused her flesh to shudder and wriggle inside the skin-tight, white and gold chrome catsuit she was clad in, and had been placed under special guard by Sith Marauders when taken to the special detention area in this facility on the edge of Sith Space. The Halls of Hell, the Silver Jedi escapees called it. A nasty place where Silver Jedi are taken to be experimented on.
Syd had been on her knees inside a ward covered cell, as she was simply too powerful to contain through normal means. The rank and file soldier could tell the Sith were scared: Upon capture of this particular prisoner, 007 very high ranking Sorcerors were called in on a special consultation from the Base Commander to apply the wards to her cells.
They heard she had murdered dozens upon dozens of Sith Assassins before she was finally brought down. And dozens more soldiers apart from that.
"Huh?" One of the other troopers asked as it stared at the kneeling Syd, bound in chains.
"I said...what the feth is it?"
"I overheard them talking earlier...called her some sort of Alchemy-Spawn. Y'know, one of the monsters they're so fond of making in those temples. They're awfully fond of that, now that I think about it."
Syd said nothing, looking immensely bored as she stared out from behind the Force Field.
"Why can't we just slap a neural disruptor collar on her like the others and call it a day?"
"Too powerful for that. You should have heard the way they talked about her. They're terrified. And if they are terrified, we should be too."
The guard stared at the impassive Syd and shuddered.
"What if the wards fail?" The Stormtrooper asked.
"Hope you like barbecue." The other answered.
"Does that mean we barbecue her or she barbecues us?"
"The second one."
"Oh. I hate this chit detail."
"Better not let the Commander hear you." The second trooper warned.
Syd stood up jolting the Stormtroopers from their conversation. The first leveled his weapon but the second chided him.
"Easy! She's secured!"
"Am I?" Syd asked quietly, flesh still wriggling and bubbling disgustingly. This caused the soldiers to take a step back.
Syd turned her back to them and went to kneeling again, pretending to meditate. In reality she was quietly heaving up her escape plan, a plastic capsule containing a roll of written incantations. She barely caught it, restrained as her hands were, and opened it silently.
"Hey! Hey, she's got something!" One Stormtrooper yelled, rushing to the force field controls. But it was already too late.
The enchanted text, pressed to the chains, eroded them almost instantly. The guards moved in as the Force Field cut, but careful application of Atrisian Dragon Kung Fu put an end to that ambition, the necks getting broken after almost contemptuous defense on her part.
Once she was out of the wards though, she felt the eternal flame in her again, just as a squad of heavily armed troopers rounded the corner to confront her.
Syd, being Syd, did what Syd best:
The immediate area in front of her was engulfed in bright orange flames erupting from her mouth...once she was satisfied they were dead, and the prison alarms were in full swing, she went about looking for Silver Jedi prisoners...
Juko Cassius
Armed with: Nothing
Objective: Escape imperial dungeon, rescue Silver Jedi.
"What the Feth is it?" One of the Imperial Stormtroopers, their armor black save for a red triangle pattern on the chestplate, asked as he stared at their recent arrival.
She had been brought in a few hours earlier under maximum guard, bound in rune-inscribed chains that caused her flesh to shudder and wriggle inside the skin-tight, white and gold chrome catsuit she was clad in, and had been placed under special guard by Sith Marauders when taken to the special detention area in this facility on the edge of Sith Space. The Halls of Hell, the Silver Jedi escapees called it. A nasty place where Silver Jedi are taken to be experimented on.
Syd had been on her knees inside a ward covered cell, as she was simply too powerful to contain through normal means. The rank and file soldier could tell the Sith were scared: Upon capture of this particular prisoner, 007 very high ranking Sorcerors were called in on a special consultation from the Base Commander to apply the wards to her cells.
They heard she had murdered dozens upon dozens of Sith Assassins before she was finally brought down. And dozens more soldiers apart from that.
"Huh?" One of the other troopers asked as it stared at the kneeling Syd, bound in chains.
"I said...what the feth is it?"
"I overheard them talking earlier...called her some sort of Alchemy-Spawn. Y'know, one of the monsters they're so fond of making in those temples. They're awfully fond of that, now that I think about it."
Syd said nothing, looking immensely bored as she stared out from behind the Force Field.
"Why can't we just slap a neural disruptor collar on her like the others and call it a day?"
"Too powerful for that. You should have heard the way they talked about her. They're terrified. And if they are terrified, we should be too."
The guard stared at the impassive Syd and shuddered.
"What if the wards fail?" The Stormtrooper asked.
"Hope you like barbecue." The other answered.
"Does that mean we barbecue her or she barbecues us?"
"The second one."
"Oh. I hate this chit detail."
"Better not let the Commander hear you." The second trooper warned.
Syd stood up jolting the Stormtroopers from their conversation. The first leveled his weapon but the second chided him.
"Easy! She's secured!"
"Am I?" Syd asked quietly, flesh still wriggling and bubbling disgustingly. This caused the soldiers to take a step back.
Syd turned her back to them and went to kneeling again, pretending to meditate. In reality she was quietly heaving up her escape plan, a plastic capsule containing a roll of written incantations. She barely caught it, restrained as her hands were, and opened it silently.
"Hey! Hey, she's got something!" One Stormtrooper yelled, rushing to the force field controls. But it was already too late.
The enchanted text, pressed to the chains, eroded them almost instantly. The guards moved in as the Force Field cut, but careful application of Atrisian Dragon Kung Fu put an end to that ambition, the necks getting broken after almost contemptuous defense on her part.
Once she was out of the wards though, she felt the eternal flame in her again, just as a squad of heavily armed troopers rounded the corner to confront her.
Syd, being Syd, did what Syd best:
The immediate area in front of her was engulfed in bright orange flames erupting from her mouth...once she was satisfied they were dead, and the prison alarms were in full swing, she went about looking for Silver Jedi prisoners...
Juko Cassius