Dominion The Shadow Over Kuat | GI Dominion of Kuat |

[Jegy Sesara]

There was a silence as the pair would march into an unused room as a group of spectators came with them, including those of House Sinta. People would murmur as he did not realize he possibly attracted more than others as the two would enter the room as others pulled away furniture. Jegy would stand in the middle of the room, looking towards the other tall Kuati male known as Charles. Being over six feet tall, he would look at the table as a cloth was unfurled of different sword choices till he selected one, turning around as he activated the light foil as the hum of a lightsaber could be heard. Swinging it side to side, the Sullustan would respond to him as he stood there, not knowing people were passing by him.

"Last chance...call it off and apologize about my Nina."
"She smelled of Bantha Poodoo and was a whore."

Jegys eyes would light up almost instantly as he looked irate. The Sullustan looked ready to kill as he turned around quickly, speed walking to his table. Taking off his weapons belt, he would lay it upon the table as he got a startling realization. His lightsabers...were missing. Where did they go? He turned to see the large Kuati known as Charles holding both of them, the sickly grin from Lady Sinta be there as she could be seen giving a few people credits. Pick pockets.

"You call that honor?
"I call it thinking ahead...and no Force Powers...not true and honorable here. Hehehe."

The Sullustan would blink a few times as a few others laughed. He started to shake in nearly pure anger, his eyes almost bulged out as he walked forward as the other gloated how brave a man was to fight with nothing. As he walked, he slowly took out from inside his robe something cyclider, rusted out and looking rather old as he flicked it to the side as it extended into a very long pike which would then, ignite. An extremely loud SNAP HISS could be heard as it echoed throughout the room, the people gasping as a purple blade extended out, lowering it towards Charles whose eyes were now wide now as he started to step forward.

"Time to dance with the Devil!"

The fight...then began.

Pom Stych Tivé
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[Kadius Eran]

Tags: P Placeholder 0128 Alyson Halle ​

Kadius' teeth grind at the Director's last statement "Well, hopefully someone will." The two stand together in a prolonged silence, their faces frozen in muted scowls. Before anything else could be said, the moment was be interrupted.

The ball of energy erupts from the center of the room, forcing Kadius to take several steps back while toppling Tarsbro to a knee. Their eyes widen at the sudden and undoubtedly unexpected sight of the infamous Chieftain.

"This cannot be..." Kadius mutters to himself, trapped in a moment of surprise. He soon regains himself, realizing that the Lord-Imperator and other nobles were suddenly in grave danger. He begins to shout to the man beside him, "We must evacu-" he stops, realizing Torsbro had drawn a blaster pistol from his blazer.

"Never in my wildest dreams!" Joran exclaims, turning to point the gun at his Imperium counterpart. He raises a communicator to his mouth "We won't get a better distraction than this. Initiate the plan!"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Objective: Protect the Princess

Dragging back on his suit, Maliphant couldn’t help but watch the royalty dawn her own clothes with a bit of pride. It was just for fun, afterall, but there was domination in it - he had claimed her, even if she perhaps didn’t agree with the sentiment. A smile broke free on his terribly cruel lips, but it broke when he heard the distant alarms begin to fall -​

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“Perhaps you shouldn’t return back afterall.”, he said almost idly.​

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“Judging by the smell, blood is being spilt.”​

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“Blood?”, she asked in response.​

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“Blood.”, Dorian said with a shake of his head.​

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“Come, lets see if theres another exit… Once you’re planet side, I’m sure you’ll be safe.”​

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And with that, he opened the door and glanced about, though he already knew through the Force that none were outside - but for the sake of his new found companion, he had to ensure she didn’t suspect anything of him. Instead, he was the heroic banker - instead of the far more dangerous Sith Lord that he actually was.​

 

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The relative peace Cedric had been enjoying with the absence of the nobles was shattered as the empyrean screamed out at him. That scream was reflected in the flashing light that coalesced in the center of the dance floor. He reacted on instinct alone, his helmet slipping over his features as he removed the Blade of Ruusan from its terentatek leather sheathe.

Wyatt's voice carried from another part of the room. Cedric muttered a curse beneath his breath, "On it!" His lightsaber roared as the weapon came to life.

His blade danced about his armored form as he batted bolts away from those closest to him, though he could do little to help those farther away. His heart went out to those he saw cut down by Drael blades, to those that were impaled on spiked projectiles and rendered little more than twitching corpses. Screams thundered in his ears as he charged into the fray.

One of the Drael came to meet him. The massive warrior raised a warblade to cleave Cedric in two. Drawing in a deep breath, Cedric pointed his heels forward, forcing his body into a kneeling slide that allowed him to travel just beneath the warrior's blade. His own weapon sliced through its midriff on the come around, and it fell to the ground a moment later, mewling in pain as it tried to keep its guts from spilling out.

The Jedi Master turned upon the one bellowing orders in a brutal language. Cedric saluted with his blade, hoping it would catch the warrior's attention. "You came to the wrong party beast." He spat as he batted away another stray bolt, slowly approaching Tathra Khaeus with a measured walk, blade flourishing here and there to melt offending spike projectiles.

"I'd offer you a surrender, but you didn't have that courtesy for these people. Death would be a greater mercy."

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

"Cannot fool me, P Placeholder 0128 ," she whispered as close to his ear as she could without appearing to actually stretch her neck to prying eyes, "I know that you enjoy that type of dealing. It is far too late for you to prove to me otherwise," she crooned, giving his hand a grip in her own.

A shy smile still made its way to her facial features, regardless of her purposeful intentions to entice him. She was about to answer his question regarding the party when his attention drew to Jegy Sesara . A curse ran through her thoughts as her intentions went thwarted, at least for the moment, and she too rose from her seat taking her red wine with her in hand, as Cyr went to aid his friend.

She would leave the party herself. Leave the men to be men; and if one specifically should be wanting of her for a time, he would certainly know how to find her.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective 2: Shipyard "Security"

They arrived on the ground floor in short order. They didn't go too far - Caulder did not want to mess up his perfectly combed hair by shoving a hard hat over it. Although he did notice that there was no place readily available for him to take one anyway... And also that many of the employees did not have their own.​

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Wiring was exposed in several areas. One technician was fiddling with an ornery hover-lift, which jerked forward and backward awkwardly.​

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Caulder sighed. Resigned. Disappointed. "You can't possibly be serious."​

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"Look, it's not..."​

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"Shut up, I'm begging you. Get me out of here before something falls and kills us both."​

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This place was a nightmare hodgepodge of workplace hazards. And these lunatics hadn't even bothered to automate the workforce before letting it get this way. The barbarity! The nerve!​

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 3: A Hungover Mystery​

Okay, okay, it's fine, everything is fine. It's all easy to explain, just get up, tell the concerned citizen that he overdid it last night and accidentally passed out in the lady's toilets. He'd be embarrassed, they'd chuckle about it and he would walk away and never come back. No harm, no foul.

This was the plan that began to formulate in Kiber's mind, but as he processed the smart thing to do his mouth opened and out of it came the best imitation of a woman's voice that he could muster.

“Uhh... I'm fine! Just...need ah....a bit of privacy!”

It wasn't terribly convincing judging by the feet he could see through the gap in the door remaining unmoved and still standing outside the door. This wasn't ideal, and now the easy way of doing this was completely out of the question. He was now locked into the scenario of pretending to be a woman until this stranger went away.

“Can you come out?”

Shet.

Okay, the first official mission of the day: GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM. How was he supposed to play this? What would make this person go away? Oh! He could say that he was having period problems, that always makes people leave. Wait, no, his assailant was clearly a woman too, presumably one that also experiences menstruation.

“I'll call securi-”

“NO!” Kiber shrieked in his fake woman's voice, the grated shrill hungover tones more akin to the death honks of a special needs goose, “J-just need some privacy! Please!”

“Are you doing spice in there?”

Force, he wished he was.

Think, Kiber. Use that brain of yours. It's full of so many great ideas.

“PLEASE! I'M A SHY POOPER! I CAN'T GO UNTIL YOU LEAVE!”

 

[Javrin Kuat]

Objective 1 - Survive

-- He was attempting to enjoy his failing attempt to stay neutral in the conflict of nations, yet his peers would not see his point of view. However, it would seem that darker forces would not allow this to continue.

-- The fighting of that ensued to the surprise appearance of the Bryn'adûl Brutes and their leaders. He had heard stories of these fears worriers and thus could only watch as the fighting came to a clash between the Imperials and the Warrior Cultist. This could only be added with a smile that broke his stern look. He only wish the other Noble Families were he could tell them 'he told them so'.

-- It was short lived however, as his own security forces began to appear and attempt to protect him and the other Nobility.

-- "Your Grace, we must get you to-" One of the Kuati Security Guards began thought they were interrupted by the Bryn Brutes.

-- The Kuat of Kuat was frozen in the ball room with the others fighting, it was the first time in his life that he was ever in the thick of combat. He was a Political Nobility, not a soldier. His brain could not process this conflict unfolding before him. He only watched as the Imperator and one of the Cultist Leaders stared each other down for combat, the brute that killed his guard dealing with others trying to protect the fleeing crowd.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Objective: Protect the Princess

As the two approached the hanger, Maliphant clicked a few buttons on the computer before giving up - eventually giving into the more base desire to see the Princess off. He spoke into his collar, and the AI he developed chimed in -​

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“Need something, Dorian?”, Cybele offered with a peculiar mockery in her tone. She knew he didn’t want to do this.​

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“I need you get a ship unlocked and started for us. Can you do that Cybele?”​

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“I certainly can. If… you ask nicely.”​

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“Please.”​

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“Done!”​

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In the distance, a rather elegantly designed ship was quickly brought to the forefront of the parked starfighters, and brought forth with the ever so slight hum of the engines. Maliphant motioned to it as they walked towards it, but the Princess had to ask -​

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“Who was that?”​

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“Honestly, don’t worry about it.”, he seemed to sigh.​

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“Will you come see me at least?”, she asked.​

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“Of course. Now lets go - it’s not safe here anymore.”, he lied - letting the ship begin to prepare for takeoff.​

 

[Alyson Halle]

The beasts were larger than Alyson had expected, larger than she could ever hope to take on in single combat, even with the force, so she fell back to tactics. She had heard things about these beasts, the Bryn'dul. Monsters that ate blasters for breakfast, who could tear you in two with their bare hands. She knew not to let terror get the better of her, that is how you died.

She pulled out her rifle, unloading 3 round hyperbursts into the hostiles that had flooded the floor. Two bursts seemed to do the trick, far more than it would take to down a human. It was fine though, she had enough ammo to go around.

She wished she could help Cedric, however he seems to have challenged the ruler himself. She could not help him now, this was his fight alone. She would keep fighting until one side was dead, and she did not intend to die today. The blood in the air reminded her of home she supposed, it was not the scorched flesh of blasters or the lead and gunpowder of normal guns, it was fresh blood, let by blades. She appreciated it, in a sick sort of way.

She pushed the thoughts to the back of her head for now, she had a job to do.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The fight would be intense at the start, both clashing at blades rather quickly as people cheered. The Sullustans anger looked to overpower the other, he felt the need, the want of his power. He felt young again, in his prime as he clashed then...a blaster bolt rang out. People would scream as Charles would look to the side as the Sullustan would take the chance, smashing his head in with the blunt end of his pike. He would go down like a ton of bricks, people gasping but running as blaster fire erupted from the outside. Very slowly, the Sullustan would walk on outside the room as he was still in a rotten mood...and the lightsaber portion scorched the floor as it lead itself a trail to where he was. The black marks of the floor as he turned the corner to see one P Placeholder 0128 cleave through one of them like butter.

Very slowly, he kept the lightsaber pike dragging across the ground, looking to the side at one of the other Warriors as he tried to strike at the Sullustan but he would activate on his left arm, the shield buckler as it would deflect the weapon in question. With his recoil, he would turn and stab forward with the Lightsaber Pike, pushing it into his chest and then with a lot of force, throwing him to the side of the room before letting it fall back down behind him, slowly scorching the floor again. Turning to look at his leader and the enemy leader, he would walk towards both of them as he spoke very gently at both of them, his eyes almost maddened with yellow.

"You...have made...the wrong day...for me to be...this...PISSED....OFF!"

Tathra Khaeus

 

[Dak]

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This moment could not have come as more of a surprise to the droid. Even the greatest analytical circuitry could not have predicted the arrival of the Bryn'adul. The hulking warriors spilled from their portal, opening fire on the attendees with their cruel weaponry. A few of the spikes turn to the catwalks, ravaging the bodies of Kuati guardsmen.

Dak takes cover and unslings his rifle. His weapons would be no good against these beasts, he knew this. As much as he wanted to help, he would be of no use if he tried to put himself between the chieftain and the Lord-Imperator.

"<Master, I will try to extract the nobles,>" he speaks through his integrated comms, knowing that Cedric would likely be unable to answer him. Several more spikes carve through the walkways, tearing holes through the metal and causing them to shake "<Good luck.>"

At that, he pulls himself up and makes a break across the catwalk to the the stairs, cautiously making his way to the gala floor to provide some form of escort for the fleeing noblemen and officials.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 3: A Hungover Mystery​

Silence descended upon the bathroom, had it worked? Had this nosey little nelly bought his tale of shy pooping? His gaze crept downwards, the pair of feet still had not budged one inch. My goodness, what a horrible cow, what if he really was a shy pooper? What a lack of common courtesy.

“I don't think I believe you.”

Give me a break! Is this lady for real? The absolute worst. I bet you're a part of a neighbourhood watch scheme. Yeah, spend all day by your window reporting people for jaywalking.

“...you...don't need to believe me, but I REALLY can't do my business until you get out of here!”

Force, his throat felt awful already. The aftermath of the previous day's debauchery had left him with a chronic case of ashtray mouth that was accompanied by the taste of acidic vomit breath. Now he had the added pain of putting on this falsetto voice grating his throat like hard cheese. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn't he just be normal!?

“This is a nice establishment and I must ensure that there is no spice being taken on the premises.”

That was a good question, where was he? A nice establishment? That doesn't sound like him, how did he get here? Why did he go somewhere nice? How did he get into somewhere nice? Every minute that went by only added more mystery to this horrendous scenario.

“I am going to call security now.”

“WHY WON'T YOU LET ME POOP?!”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Rip & Tear
Hostiles: P Placeholder 0128 | Alyson Halle | Wyatt Morga
NPCs: 12 Brutes |
Equipment: Armour | Axe

Tathra did not respond in kind to neither of the approaching Humans. They were infantile, small. It was wasted breath to speak to those who would fall in mere moments. Tathra brandished his Axe, holding it in a forward guard - his stance shifted as the Titan allowed the advantage of his reach to allow him to control the momentum of the fight.

The Red Titan knew the Human Jedi couldn't defend the strike directly, Tathra switched to a single handed grip; left hand holding the shaft of the Axe at the mid-length - slashing in a downward vertical strike at the Jedi Cedric.

 

[Salamander]

Objective: Assist in protecting the nobles.
Tags: Dak | Javrin Kuat | Wyatt Morga | Alyson Halle

Casimir Heliobas had made a mistake.

The room which he busted through in his beast form - a creature which subscribed to no particular species, but was large, strong, and had sharp claws and jagged teeth - was not a bedroom at all, but a storage closet. A large and fairly spacious storage closet, but one devoid of life. Darth Empyrean and the Lady Elane were nowhere to be found - and he suspected they were already long gone by now.

Heliobas let out a growl of frustration and anger. He could hear the sounds of battle raging in the ballroom. There was little he could do without blowing his cover, revealing to all those present that he was a Shi'ido.

He broke into a run, his claws scratching the floor as he bounded back the way he had come. Let them think he was a beast on the loose, with no connection to Master Heliobas... for now.

When he burst through the doors, he found the ballroom in chaos. Motionless bodies were strewn about, with duels occurring among the living. At the center stood P Placeholder 0128 , locked in combat with Tathra Khaeus . Around him the surviving nobles and politicians were attempting to flee. With a roar, he began to circle around the nobles, drawing them together and toward the exit as he positioned himself between them and the terrorists.

 

[V.E.R.O.N.I.C.A]

The holonet was being flooded right now, but she shoved that to the back of her head, she had food to order. She made her way up to the counter, fluttering through her head as she tried to compute how to talk to people again. She had technically never done it before, but she had a vague innate understanding of it. She just didn’t want to. The idea of having to engage in social interaction just seemed wrong.

She had to though, she didn’t have much of a choice. The fact that it was a real person hurt a bit, a bit anxiety inducing.

“Hello, welcome to Solo’s, how can I help you today?”

Her gears began turning, she waited a few cripplingly anxious seconds before speaking. “I think I'll have a blueberry muffin, and i’ll have whatever coffee you recommend.”

That was perhaps the most difficult sentence she would ever have to deliver. Her first sentence, and yet she delivered it wordlessly. A program in her brain took over and just said it. Said what she wanted to say, it was wonderful in a sense. She felt proud, despite the anxiety that it induced.

The woman rung up the order and the chit went through, she felt accomplished. One step at a time she supposed. It would be a long night, but she would ride it out in the cafe. It felt good to just sit alone.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Objective: Defend Kuat
Allies: P Placeholder 0128
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus

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Wyatt sucked in a large breath of air - knowing that the next may not come soon. Another two ran towards him, one firing foot long needles; things far too large to stop with a lightsaber reliably. Wyatt deftly angled his lightsaber to force one away - though only narrowly - while the other was caught with the Force and swung back. Impaling the Brynadul between the eyes, he went limp and landed with a weighted thud. The other moved to strike Wyatt with his own axe - but Wyatt ducked and dipped, coming around the man with a single strike to the heart.​

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When in the midst of battle, the once-Mandalorian-turned-Jedi was an elegant sight to behold; but he knew there was more danger in one of these individuals than the others. A massive custodian of war, this ‘Tathra’; someone he had to help Cedric stop. Guards began to rush into the room, and a firefight started between the others - but Wyatt had to center himself, find a zen as he rushed forward.​

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“I’m coming, Cedric!”, he said with a wicked charge.​

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The blue arcing lightsaber whirred as he narrowly ducked one of the side swings, and moved to bring the lightsaber down with a monstrous strength to the back of the monster’s legs, hoping to bring him down while Cedric worked his defenses down from the front.​

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective 2: Shipyard "Security"

The doors slid shut behind him. Caulder brought his hand to his forehead, eyes closing momentarily. A wave of something. Nausea, largely, derived from this abysmal work environment. But also because of the Force. He could sense it. Elsewhere, something terribly stupid was happening. A battle of some kind. Bloodshed.​

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Far removed, though. Not a problem for Caulder. Or this moron.​

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"I'm not interested in how large the projected profits are," Caulder grimly intoned, to the engineer who was now staring blankly at him, "This is the conduct of an operation that's treading water. You keep making ships in this manner, eventually something is going to go wrong. And then it's our money on the line, not just yours. Do you understand how that works?"​

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The engineer folded his arms, obstinate as ever. "You telling me how to do my job?"​

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Caulder's lips pursed. "I'd never presume as much. Let me put it another way. Get those workers collectivized, get this site up to code, and then we'll talk about sending you Banking Clan money."​

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"If we could afford..." the Mirialan trailed off, furrowed his brow. Perhaps that had been too much to divulge.​

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"Oh, I see now. Perhaps we can make our investments of a more... Conditional nature. Hm?"​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Maracel had only exited his shuttle when he saw people fleeing from the main room. What now Maracel thought. On Kalist he had joined the negotiations just when Imperial Warlord attacked and now it seemed that the station was under attack.


Then Maracel was contacted by the Captain of the Hunter Killer. "Sir we are receiving distress calls from the Capital Building is everything okay should I send reinforcements?" Asked the Captain. " Yes send rienforcements now." Maracel replied. Soon with his 2 Supercommandos Maracel would make his way towards the Room where P Placeholder 0128 and others we're engaged in a fight against Bryn'adul Warriors.

Before Maracel could act a Bryn'adul Warrior attacked him and his escort quickly slaughtering his Supercommandos and then simply throwing Maracel to a wall. Then the Warrior charged ready to make the killing blow when he was stabbed in the head by Josiah Miller who along with his Supercommandos had arrived at the scene. As Josiah helped Maracel get back up more Warriors carged at them with the Supercommandos opening fire attempting to take them down.

Suddenly Maracel had found himself in the middle of a Battle in which he could not escape with Bryn'adul Warriors slaughtering nobles and Aristocrats while the Jedi did their best to protect them. Surrounded by savage Beasts Maracel took his Comlink and shouted to his Captain "Where are my reinforcements? "

 

[Cataline Holt]

Something was wrong - and it wasn't just because of how much champagne she had drank. Nothing seemed wrong, though - it was a beautiful occasion full of drunk, rich people with a wondrous view.

At the window that out looked the beautiful expanse - stars in the far away distance. Coruscant's star was probably somewhere in there, too.

"Not one for drinks, eh?" A rather attractive human man made his way over with a drink in both hands.

Cataline perked a brow but smiled, "Oh no. The taste just doesn't quite fancy me," she replied with a little laugh. "I do love a glass of red wine, though."

"Sorry it's not red wine, but... It'll ha--" Cataline stared in shock as she watched the man collided with the glass, a large piece of marble with blood on the ground. She glanced to see some monstrosity in the center of the dance floor. Another man started yelling for people to run to the exits. She crouched, checking to see if the man still had a pulse or not.

... Nothing.

More were coming out of the portal and she witnessed the initial wave of death. No, she had to hide - she dropped to her knees and started crawling until she got underneath one of the dining tables. Luckily, at least somewhat hidden by the cloth that fell to the ground. Cataline heard someone yell for exits, but... The exits were on the other side of the room, she wouldn't have a chance to run...

She wrapped her arms around her hands as she hid, completely lost as to what to do. She had heard what those monsters were doing out in Wild Space... If she was quiet, maybe, just maybe they wouldn't hear her. She tried to calm her breathing. In and out, Cat, in and out...

Tathra Khaeus | P Placeholder 0128 | Alyson Halle | Jegy Sesara | Wyatt Morga | @everyone