The Dark Room (Nessa)

[Nik Woverius Rillians]

They hit the floor with a clunk and Nik felt utterly unsure of himself when presented with this new development. As dark as it had been in down below his eyes had adjusted and now with light threatening to sear out his retinas he felt even more confused and bewildered. The Corellians eyes began to adjust and then he heard it, the slow rhythmic clap of a single pair of hands and he got the distinct impression they weren't being asked for an encore.

He saw the room then. Its walls slate grey metal, curving upwards to a transparasteel dome ribbed with supporting struts that held it aloft. The entrance they had found was wide, wide enough for one of their cube like cells to be lowered into by a droid or some repulsor powered craft. The room itself held banks of computer equipment and bemused technicians watched the pair, their faces bathed in the glow of their monitors. Above the monitors, on a raised dias sat a man. One that Nik did not recognize but could easily see he was calling the shots.

"Bravo," He said, his voice amused and the thin moustache he sported curling upward with his sneer. "In all my years, no one ever thought to go up. Then again, none of our inmates could ever fly...Witch." He seemed to spit the title at Nessa as a snake spat venom. Rillians had no clue to the implications but that she was some kind of fell sorcerers sent from the depth of some hellish hell to balls up his day was beyond refute. "You've had your fun, now back down you go. Guards!" He barked and around the circular walls panels slid back revealing a dozen more security droids.

"Why couldn't I have woken up tied naked to a tree again!" Nik groaned as he spurned his body into motion, leaping over the nearest computer console feet first and planting both feet into the chest of its operator. He landed atop her, slammed a fist into her face and in the same motion ripped the blaster she had from her holster. poodooe was about to get real, he thought before the small voice of realism cleared its throat and added unnecessarily, or painful. Whatever the case he was getting sick and tired of running, of being saved and so as he peaked up from cover he let a bolt of crimson blow a satisfying hole in the nearest security droid.

He felt better for it. Until they fired back.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

"Only partially!" Nessarose shot at the man called her a Witch. Sure, her education was in part thanks to her many trips to Dathomir, but she couldn't really properly call herself a Witch. She was a Sith, and a Sith Sorceress, through and through, and the man's lack of precision icked her on the inside more than she'd otherwise let on. Of course, the fight at this point was already going on, and Nik had already jumped on a guard, but Nessa had her points to make and by the Force, she would make them!

"And we're not going back down. It's icky! Your interior decoration leaves much to be desired. And most of the people there are dead anyway. Wanna know why? BECAUSE I ATE THEIR SOULS!"

With that she jumped towards Nik, the shield going up just in time to deflect the incoming bolts. The wound she'd got in her side was still there, and her pink shirt had a nice big growing red mark on it, but she paid it no heed. For now, adrenaline was pumping, and her eyes scittered quickly, her brain calculating the speed of the incoming bolts and their patterns.

"DUCK!" she yelled at Nik as she lowered the shield down, for shields were awesome and stuff, but they worked both ways; nothing could get in, and nothing could get out. Of course, this wasn't an actual problem. Nessarose's hands began to move, mimicking a childish bird dance for a moment. Yet where she pointed, control panels and computers combust, sending out sharp metal pieces flying around as the fire began.

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[Nik Woverius Rillians]

Nik almost yelled "Where!" but he realized that was an utterly fowl joke, far beneath his high brow sense of humour. Instead he did as he was commanded by the pink clad voodoo cannibal, he ducked and did not die. When reared his magnificently unblemished head once more he saw Nessa doing Nessa things that were entirely beyond his meagre comprehension. So he stuck to what he knew best, which was making witty quips, staying alive and making sure the offending parties did not remain so offensive.

"Now is not the time for shadow puppets!" Nik yelled, deciding to start with the former. He spun on the balls of his feet to Nessa's back and shot a droid in what would have been its moob. The droid took this rather dramatically and spun like a twenty tonne ballerina to the floor. It was at this moment Nik spied their jailer beating a hasty retreat, he obviously hadn't counted on pinky and perky finding an eighth kind of hell to unleash in his control room.

"Boss dude is fleeing!" He yelled to Nessa, firing off another shot.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Boss dude is fleeing! The words echoed inside of Nessarose's mind as time around her seemed to stand almost still. She could see him, his back, trying to escape. She could see the bolts flying around her and Nik. Moving to avoid getting hit, her eyes scanned the floors now; there were ample of bodies, ripe for the taking.

No, not that kind of taking.

The words flew out of her mouth at the speed of light. Ancient words that dripped with power with every syllable that the Sith Sorceress uttered. Her voice went up and down, as though responding to the beat of a drum as she did so, falling in perfect sync with the heart of a child still in its mother's womb.

At once they moved, the corpses on the floor. An invisible force pushed them up, their limb movements seeming animated beyond belief. "SHNELL!" Nessarose screamed as she pointed at him, and her zombies responded like fingers to a flute, going after boss dude.

Nessarose turned around to see what Nik was doing, when a small gasp escaped her lips. There was no smell of blood, for blaster bolts were much like the blade of a lightsaber - the wound was already closed, the flesh of her shoulder as well as bits of her shirt melted directly into her skin and beneath.

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[Nik Woverius Rillians]

"Are you having a stroke!?" Rillians yelled as the sounds fell from Nessas mouth, too fast for him to make out words it were almost like hearing wind from afar. A shot slipped past his head and he retorted with one of his own before crouching down behind a terminal. Then all kinds of strange kicked off and men he'd very recently made dead sat up and started acting like it was only a bump in the road.

"Please for the love of shit tell me you did not just raise the dead...." It wasn't a question, he knew she had. Nessas corpse army shambled off after the overseer of this utterly frakked facility and Nik was just about to relax when he saw a flash and heard a gasp. It was quiet, considering the commotion around them, but some noises are universal and he had heard this one before.

"Son of a prick!" Nik exclaimed when he saw the smoking wound upon her shoulder. He sprung from cover and unloaded a dozen shots toward those that remained entrenched at the other side of the room behind cover as he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a crouch. "We're heading after your corpse conga line. Can you move?"

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Nessarose nodded meekly. She was going to need more than corpses after this was going to be done and over with. She was going to need a good scrub. And food. And sleep. Oh Force, if she could only get a little bit of a shuteye.

"After them," she whispered, forcing her legs to obey her as she rose up again. The pain in her shoulder was gone now, as though it hadn't happened, but the smell of burned skin was still evident. It sort of smelled like chicken.

How long she would last before the body caught up with the pain, Nessarose had no friggin idea. Better make the most of it. She grabbed Nik's hand in hers, and broke into a run, directly after the conga line.

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[Nik Woverius Rillians]

Nik's feet struggled to keep up at first as he sent sporadic shots back at their attackers. "You know for a girl that just took a blaster bolt you can fairly shift yer arse when you want to!" Rillians yelled as bolts whizzed over and around them before they made it into the safety of the adjoining corridor.

Up ahead Nik could just see the last of the shamblers take a right and he pushed onwards after it. They turned the corner a moment later and found that they had come out into a hangar bay and currently screaming like a wee girl with a giant spider on her face, was their target. He stood atop his freighter, firing wildly at any of the masses undead that tried to climb up after him. This only seemed to annoy them and after one fell the others scrabbled up with renewed vigour.

"And I thought we were having a bad day." He laughed. "Any suggestions?" A nod indicated that he meant their target.

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