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[Krasskorr the Maw]

FOOD: Ziso Kus

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The aroma of cybernetics lingered in Krasskorr's mind as he observed Ziso Kus dart through the jagged opening ahead, her frantic movements revealing her dawning realization that she was no match for his formidable presence. She was undeniably fast, likely aided by cybernetic enhancements that propelled her deep into the vault's intricate maze.

Yet, the Saurton knew he didn't need to chase her down; his goal was to shatter her resolve before he shattered her physically like the assassin's body still clinging to his back. Krasskorr slowed his thunderous charge into more of a heavy gait, every footstep was calculated to strike terror in the heart of his opponent before they even crossed blades.

Gripping the Lightclub in his blood-stained claw, he flicked his wrist with menacing ease, extending the three-meter blade outward. Instead of swinging at nothingness, he drove the roaring plasma deep into the ancient corridor wall.

The resulting sound was excruciating, a piercing, shrill hiss as obsidian and cold iron melted away under the influence of the dark-side-infused weapon. As Krasskorr advanced, he dragged the blade forward, etching a glowing trench of molten slag along the passage. Blinding orange sparks erupted in a relentless cascade, illuminating his massive, matte-black figure in a demonic, flickering glow.

The action served no immediate advantage but the psychological impact was undeniable. The shrill sound of metal melting reverberated through the narrow corridors, a haunting alarm that made the fleeing cyborg acutely aware of the danger closing in.

"GET BACK HERE RUNT!" With a thunderous bellow, Krasskorr unleashed a furious cry, his voice resonating with such power that dust cascaded from the high ceiling. He swung his lightclub violently, embedding it into the wall and leaving a trail of molten destruction in its wake.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Nilira Vornix​

Arris should've realized by now that every one of her remarks would be analyzed by Nilira. She rubbed the back of her neck while the acolyte prattled on like an investigator over what she noticed about these creatures. Which was surprisingly a lot, just from environmental details alone, for something they've yet to see a living specimen of.

"Yeah, well. I'm poisonous to anything that might try to eat us." She looked back at Nilira. "You, on the other hand, would probably make a nice snack." The cyborg grinned.

Her attention followed Nilira's next deduction, and she turned right and followed the path. Her chemlight bobbed as she walked, illuminating the dark, tunnel-like hallway. Then, they came into a large chamber.

"Whoa," Arris whistled.

A very large and vertical chamber. Her light barely touched the other side and couldn't reach the bottom. Only a large fissure in the ceiling, where some daylight came in, gave her an impression of what was above - they were a dozen and a half meters below that, she determined.

Arris bent down and picked up a rock, then tossed it below. A few seconds later, the faint echo returned.

"Big place," she remarked.

Their only way up and down was a spiral staircase. Though she wondered how the hell you were supposed to get across to the other side, where she could see an archway. Jumping, even with the Force, felt unwise.

"I figure all the cool shit will be below," she shrugged, then made her way down the stairs.

That was when the stairs folded in, becoming a sudden ramp like a trap straight out of a holovid.

"Whaaaaa!" Arris shrieked as she fell on her back and began to slide. Faster and faster as the seconds passed.

The chemlight slipped from her hand, tumbling below to join the rock. Arris looked back to see if Nilira was okay. More concerned for her than her own safety at that moment.

 

[Anet Raine]

Mellia Raine
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Of course, it was too much to hope that Mellia was as dumb as she sounded. Okay, maybe that was a little mean, but from Anet's perspective, that was exactly how she felt when her sister yapped about corporate games and fashion. Anet loved fashion in that she loved to look good, but the rest? Ugh.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world, sister."

Anet sighed. "Of course not."

Mell's anxiety (perhaps brief) was noted, even if she tried to hide it.

Sanctions.

"Oh, never mind that. If you want to end up in a Republic prison, be my guest. Drag the family name through the mud - it's about time someone did."

Banter like that made it a little easier for Anet to stomach the fact that Mell was coming with her. The yacht was too large to touch down this close to the ruins, but it didn't need to. The vessel hovered in place beside a cliff edge and got just close enough for them to jump across. The blast door opened, and out Anet hopped to the other side.

She turned back and waved her sister along. "Don't fall behind!" She ordered.

The acolyte entered a brisk pace along the cliff, then down a steady, natural ramp thick with foliage that led towards the city's outskirts. The large, conical towers were quite visible even from here. Their tips pierced like beacons above the treetops.

But Anet stopped when she heard the telltale rustling of creatures in the underbrush. Hell, she wasn't a fighter, let alone a survivalist, even with her training and recent experience. Without the Force, she was probably as good as dead. Resigned to a revelation she was not yet ready for, Anet turned and faced her sister.

Her voice grew colder. "Mellia. You will not say a word about this. To anyone."

Then, she reached into her robes and withdrew the mask and donned it. In an instant, all her power flooded through her, and her senses came alive. A putrid Dark Side presence rolled across the landscape. Undoubtedly, it would make anything that lived here more aggressive - especially the predators. And it came from the ruins ahead. This was definitely the city they were looking for.

"Come on," Anet said. "Stay close to me." Even in Darkness, she wouldn't abandon her sister. There was still something left uncorrupted.