The Demon of Jedha
Wearing: Gladiator Armor
Armed with: Psychic Katana (2)
Current Configuration: Gladiator (See Bio)
Objective: escort
Steve Holt
"What the feth is it?" One of the gang members asked.
They had found it transforming in an out of the way place in The Underworks, close to the base of The Skyscraper. That's what the locals called it. No one dared get near it. Especially not with all The G.A. Military around.
Except of course, two dumbass gang members. Mere highwayman.
It was at the dead end of an alley. Its skin shifted underneath red and blue hoplite armor with silvery vambraces on the forearms. It rippled bubbled.
"We should get outta here...who knows what the hell that thing is." One thug, a Rodian said to the other, a human man.
"Nah, hold on...I think I know what this thing is. They call it The Healing Horror." The man said, drawing his pistol.
The other thug backed away. Every gang member in this area was scared of it.
"They say it can't be killed. They say it drinks blood..." the Rodian said quietly in growing horror.
(Danny Elfman Batman Theme plays for a few seconds)
The Healing Horror, as the Underworks knew the creature, was an unkillable monster that plagued the most violent criminals on Coruscant. It would bite them, attack their operations ruthlessly, and always, always make sure to destroy their finances. Many gangs collapsed from that alone.
No matter what they did to it, shot, stabbed, or burned it, nothing stopped it. Even when it had been confirmed on 007 different occasions to have been killed by disintegration via disruptor, it would show up a few days later as if nothing had happened...and the attacks on crime operations would resume.
This was the last place either should want to be.
"Let's get out of here, dumbass!" The first gangmember hissed as the second got closer to the kneeling creature, albeit cautiously.
"Maybe if we actually recover a corpse this time, we can actually figure out how to kill it permanently." the human thug hissed back. "If we pull it off, we could be legends!"
There was no response from the first thug, as he had already run before the man could finish responding.
Undaunted, this absolutely magnificent dumbass continued to earn his Darwin Award with flying colors.
He approached, pointing his pistol shakily at the kneeling creature whose skin wriggled and bubbled.
Best chance was to aim for the head. His father had killed Zombies, so he had some reasonable idea a headshot would work. Keep in mind, he was still approaching a humanoid abomination willingly, so he didn't have much going for him in the brains department.
Just as he aimed, however, the process stopped on the creature, the flesh settling to give the appearance of an extremely beautiful woman with pale skin, raven hair, and pink eyes with a faint glimmer of purple at the center.
She stared at him as she rose, smiling. Not maliciously. Just...smiling...which was somehow worse than an evil looking smirk.
"You look lost..." the creature spoke in a conversational manner.
The man emptied his slugthrower in her direction at point blank range.
The woman dodged the shots, moving just as he pulled the trigger out of the way at the last micro second. His gun eventually went click.
"Human muscles..." the creature trailed, stepping forward, making the man back off in terror.
"...are quite eloquent. They speak out clearly what a person's next move will be. They even tell me which way a gun is going to be pointed before the trigger is pulled..." (Well worth the wait: 90 XP) she finished, seizing him with deadly strength as he tried to flee, fangs coming out and sinking into his neck, her flesh rippling everywhere as she non-lethally consumed his psychic energy. He'd have a headache and memory loss when he woke up a few hours later but not much else.
The Android wiped blood off its lips and chin and proceeded to the rendezvous point with the military.
Fifteen minutes later.
The Skyscraper had been built after the end of The Plague. No records survived as to what it was originally intended for. That didn't matter, as it had gained a reputation for being haunted. By all logic, it should have been condemned years and years ago, but had somehow always slipped through the cracks of city bureaucracy. No more.
After deadly, abnormal physical effects started to arrive in the area, a spec ops team carrying jedi made devices to quell the strange environmental abberations in the building generating them. They had not returned. Two more teams, then four more had been sent in, three of which had Jedi. All contact lost.
Realizing this was not a threat ordinary soldiers could face, they had called in a mercenary who had been making herself known in the G.A. as of recently. A woman known by the alias "Lynda."
Dozens of police surrounded the imposing, gothic architecture of the skyscraper, along with many military personnel condoning it off, when "Lynda" arrived to meet the man in charge, a Spec Ops Colonel.
"Reporting as requested." The Android Vampire spoke politely, eyes scanning the building. She had never seen a haunted place before.
"Good to have you. We just got the call: All heartbeat monitors on the people we sent flat lined. We're sending you and one other in. Think you can handle it?" He asked.
"l of all people refuse to be scared of a haunted house." she replied casually, fascinated by the readings her vision was picking up near the building. "Where is the one I am to escort?"
"Right this way..." the Colonel said, leading her to him...
When she saw him, she did a polite bow, her twin katanas slung on her back.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lynda. I'll be your bodyguard today..." she introduced herself, smiling a warm smile. She liked interacting with humans. When they were not jerks, of course, like criminals were...
"May I ask your name?"
Armed with: Psychic Katana (2)
Current Configuration: Gladiator (See Bio)
Objective: escort
Steve Holt
"What the feth is it?" One of the gang members asked.
They had found it transforming in an out of the way place in The Underworks, close to the base of The Skyscraper. That's what the locals called it. No one dared get near it. Especially not with all The G.A. Military around.
Except of course, two dumbass gang members. Mere highwayman.
It was at the dead end of an alley. Its skin shifted underneath red and blue hoplite armor with silvery vambraces on the forearms. It rippled bubbled.
"We should get outta here...who knows what the hell that thing is." One thug, a Rodian said to the other, a human man.
"Nah, hold on...I think I know what this thing is. They call it The Healing Horror." The man said, drawing his pistol.
The other thug backed away. Every gang member in this area was scared of it.
"They say it can't be killed. They say it drinks blood..." the Rodian said quietly in growing horror.
(Danny Elfman Batman Theme plays for a few seconds)
The Healing Horror, as the Underworks knew the creature, was an unkillable monster that plagued the most violent criminals on Coruscant. It would bite them, attack their operations ruthlessly, and always, always make sure to destroy their finances. Many gangs collapsed from that alone.
No matter what they did to it, shot, stabbed, or burned it, nothing stopped it. Even when it had been confirmed on 007 different occasions to have been killed by disintegration via disruptor, it would show up a few days later as if nothing had happened...and the attacks on crime operations would resume.
This was the last place either should want to be.
"Let's get out of here, dumbass!" The first gangmember hissed as the second got closer to the kneeling creature, albeit cautiously.
"Maybe if we actually recover a corpse this time, we can actually figure out how to kill it permanently." the human thug hissed back. "If we pull it off, we could be legends!"
There was no response from the first thug, as he had already run before the man could finish responding.
Undaunted, this absolutely magnificent dumbass continued to earn his Darwin Award with flying colors.
He approached, pointing his pistol shakily at the kneeling creature whose skin wriggled and bubbled.
Best chance was to aim for the head. His father had killed Zombies, so he had some reasonable idea a headshot would work. Keep in mind, he was still approaching a humanoid abomination willingly, so he didn't have much going for him in the brains department.
Just as he aimed, however, the process stopped on the creature, the flesh settling to give the appearance of an extremely beautiful woman with pale skin, raven hair, and pink eyes with a faint glimmer of purple at the center.
She stared at him as she rose, smiling. Not maliciously. Just...smiling...which was somehow worse than an evil looking smirk.
"You look lost..." the creature spoke in a conversational manner.
The man emptied his slugthrower in her direction at point blank range.
The woman dodged the shots, moving just as he pulled the trigger out of the way at the last micro second. His gun eventually went click.
"Human muscles..." the creature trailed, stepping forward, making the man back off in terror.
"...are quite eloquent. They speak out clearly what a person's next move will be. They even tell me which way a gun is going to be pointed before the trigger is pulled..." (Well worth the wait: 90 XP) she finished, seizing him with deadly strength as he tried to flee, fangs coming out and sinking into his neck, her flesh rippling everywhere as she non-lethally consumed his psychic energy. He'd have a headache and memory loss when he woke up a few hours later but not much else.
The Android wiped blood off its lips and chin and proceeded to the rendezvous point with the military.
Fifteen minutes later.
The Skyscraper had been built after the end of The Plague. No records survived as to what it was originally intended for. That didn't matter, as it had gained a reputation for being haunted. By all logic, it should have been condemned years and years ago, but had somehow always slipped through the cracks of city bureaucracy. No more.
After deadly, abnormal physical effects started to arrive in the area, a spec ops team carrying jedi made devices to quell the strange environmental abberations in the building generating them. They had not returned. Two more teams, then four more had been sent in, three of which had Jedi. All contact lost.
Realizing this was not a threat ordinary soldiers could face, they had called in a mercenary who had been making herself known in the G.A. as of recently. A woman known by the alias "Lynda."
Dozens of police surrounded the imposing, gothic architecture of the skyscraper, along with many military personnel condoning it off, when "Lynda" arrived to meet the man in charge, a Spec Ops Colonel.
"Reporting as requested." The Android Vampire spoke politely, eyes scanning the building. She had never seen a haunted place before.
"Good to have you. We just got the call: All heartbeat monitors on the people we sent flat lined. We're sending you and one other in. Think you can handle it?" He asked.
"l of all people refuse to be scared of a haunted house." she replied casually, fascinated by the readings her vision was picking up near the building. "Where is the one I am to escort?"
"Right this way..." the Colonel said, leading her to him...
When she saw him, she did a polite bow, her twin katanas slung on her back.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lynda. I'll be your bodyguard today..." she introduced herself, smiling a warm smile. She liked interacting with humans. When they were not jerks, of course, like criminals were...
"May I ask your name?"
