LOCATION: Moving to the city through the Jungle.
ENEMIES: No one directly, yet.
CURRENT ZOMBIE ACTIVITY: Some attacking Jedi, some eating stuff, some moving to the city with the intent of destroying any Jedi defenses/projects to cleanse the planet.
The undead were inherently idiotic. They possessed no true thought of their own, and therefore Matsu had spent a decade pulling the less fortunate from Coruscant’s underbelly to experiment on. No one would miss them, and by the time she was finished with them their corpses provided excellent study in how to use her sorcery to reanimate and motivate something otherwise dead to feel hunger - that twentieth day without food kind of starving, the sort would do anything to make go away.
[member="Jericho"] | Their thought was primitive, but motivated by the most basic of any creature’s needs and so when holes started tearing open in the earth underneath their feet, they adapted. More than a few broke their legs tumbling in, lying at the bottom screaming and reaching clawed fingers at their brothers to pull them up. Still more started using each other as a wall to climb back out, or shoving their hands and feet in to the earth to hoist themselves over the lip and continue on. Mud slowed others, trudging their way through slop that pulled rot off their bones in thick sheets.
The Undead Acklay led the charge through the horde, some stuck in the mud reaching out to be pulled from their muddy prison by its speed and still others latching on to get to prey faster, FASTER!
As pillars of earth, jagged and dangerous, sprang from the ground, the spider-like creature was moving too fast and slammed chest-first in to one of the spikes, its impact sending its zombie passengers flying over the earthly blockade towards the Knights and Padawans behind it. Missing being impaled simply by angle, the Acklay slammed its carapace against the earth over and over, stone and dirt flying in all directions as its mighty claws swung for the Jedi Master and anyone else it could reach.
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="George O Rourke"] [member="Jenson Koraz"] [member="Zayen"] [member="Aldera Antilles"] [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | The obstacles created by the Jedi Master held the entire wave of zombies from hitting at once, but those that flew over from the Acklay’s bodyslam against the pillars sprang to their feet with unnatural speed. The grouped set of living beings was too much for them to resist. There were about fifty of them, with more fanning in around the pillars from the right.
Acidic vomit belched out of the one whom the Bith had wounded in the shoulder, the earth scorching and popping at its feet as it advanced further.
The head of the whom the Bith had taken out first rolled towards the Sorian, staring right up at him with dead-white eyes and gnashing its teeth, incapable of a screech after being separated from its lungs and voicebox - but hungry all the same.
[member="Audren Sykes"] | Driven to the left or right by the wall of pillars, the undead shoved their way through any opening large enough between the massive monoliths. Their sheer momentum kept them moving, pushing each other through and climbing over those not fast enough to cut it.
Scrabbling over rock and earth, they sprinted in the direction of the city in the distance, lights and sound an easy draw for creatures who simply looked for the most basic signs of possible life to feed on.
Spotting someone in armor, its subtle glint in the lightning of the perpetual storm all that was needed to catch their attention, two of the spider-queens Matsu had paid particularly loving attention to broke from the rushing herd to attack. They moved in disgusting, lightning-quick movements reminiscent of the arachnids they bastardized. Skittering towards the Jedi, they reared up on hind legs to jab forward with pointy sets of pincers dripping with acid.
[member="Ikki Ike"] | Though the zombies she so mercifully yet ruthlessly dispatched cared little for her apologies, two more deeper within the bushes heard her voice and turned towards a potential meal.
From the treeline, three multi-headed zombies sprinted towards her, dozens of heads screaming at once.
[member="Nikias"] | The glow of a lightsaber made the horde like a moth to a flame, and if they hadn’t already been spilling around the corner they would have rushed him. Dozens came sprinting towards the warrior, half becoming distracted by a Mailoc that they climbed each other in an eeriely fast-moving formation to reach the flying creature, ripping it out of the air and shoving each other out of the way to eat it alive.
The rest ran for the Jedi, the front-runner working up a gob of disgusting sulphuric sludge to heave from its guts towards the man prepared to meet them.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | Those zombies that hadn’t lost their brains in the telekinetic blastwave that pushed them back lay in a perfect circle around the border of its effect, heads and torsos growling ineffectually as shock knocked them senseless. Of those that hadn’t been destroyed in the blast, few were capable of anything resembling quick movement even as they regained their primary drive.
But something had been drawn to the noise. At first the ground shook, the leaves on the trees rustling with the impact of something massive approaching the area.
It was heard before it was seen - a roar that sent all the colorful jungle-birds scattering from the one place that shooked of remained safe to them. A Gundark, monstrous and unnaturally large, broke the treeline. Multi-limbed and with eyes aglow, it beat its fists against a chest hardened by scar-tissue. Acidic drool dripped down its from its mouth and it would suddenly become clear that its skin had dealt with the slow burn of its own acid by hardening.
It looked at the woman, blinked, and then started running towards her, reaching down to the earth with a free limb to tear up a chunk of earth and throw it at her. Massive clods of mud and stone sailed towards the force-user as the Gundark barreled down on her.
[member="Sorel Crieff"] | Though the tunnel itself provided some shelter and muffled the sounds of what was happening within, those zombies just outside had slowed, shuffling around waiting for a hint of life that they might chase. The crashing clang of droid bins was more than enough impetus for them to return to their pell-mell spring.
Five of the flooded the only exit, their screams loud enough to fill the space to drown out any living beings thoughts. The nasty clicking of their bones was too loud, TOO LOUD! One behind tripped one in front who fell, but with such momentum he slid forward, its hands grasping for her ankles in an attempt to pull her down so the others could jump on her and devour her.
MATSU’S MOVEMENTS: As her army moved forward, she deactivated her saber. It seemed any wildlife she’d thought to drive back had the sense just as the Jedi that something was very wrong and had cleared out or been eaten by her horde. Without the lightsaber she could blend in with her creatures and did just that, shifting off with those delving in to the jungle to move towards the City under cover of misting rain and constantly-dark sky.
Through her subtle sorcerer’s connection to the things she’d created, she impressed another imperative on them: destroy whatever the Jedi have already created to protect this place. Show them their futility. The city first.
