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Flame and shrapnel belched through the rectangular enclosure and washed across the near-translucent orb of Triple Six's deflector shield. Power levels decreased substantially, but the shield held.
Once fired upon, Triple Six did not have any directives pertaining to preservation of organics in the zone of danger.
Without further ado, both of its blaster arms let loose a swarm of plasma bolts toward everything the droideka deemed a substantial threat in the room.
Blaster fire continued to scorch the walls and Causstik decided to do something about it. Anyone who survived the blast was going to die. A destroyer droid sat with shields up raining death on anything that moved. Causstik would make quick work of it. He clicked a button on his gauntlets and large claws popped out of his Beskar gloves and he walked a methodical pace towards the droid that said he wasn't worried at all. The reason melee weapons had begun such a prominent resurgence into the universe was the invention of personal shields. While blasters could not pierce these shields a solid object could easily. The droid began raining fire on him and his own shields took the brunt of the blast. Causstik began building speed, first a jog, then a run, and finally he was on all fours using the claws within his gloves to gain purchase and propel himself forward. In one last final giant leap Causstik Rahn's four hundred pound body would crash into the Droideka. Its shields would not protect it from the barrage of fist and metal that assaulted it's mechanical frame. Causstik was going to make a scrap heap of this droid.
Arla could feel cold fingers traveling down her spine she slipped back on her buy'ce and walked slowly, she could hear the lull of soft voices just enough to hear, not enough to know what they said. Her buy'ce seemed to be struggling with gathering the information.
Arla only became more aware, more on edge, her finger rested on the trigger of her pistol, if there were Sith in here they were doing quite the job at staying hidden in the shadows. As she delved deeper into the room the whispers became chants...
Roast the bird
Fry the bird
Ok that was new she had to admit, she felt almost like they were tracking those fething Dantooine Turkeys again. She could not see where the chanting came from though she could hear it she looked around there were vents, the sound was coming through the vents.
Dipping her head down she turned, the room had one outlet, but that looked empty. She couldn't bring herself to step out until she checked it out completely just in case...leave no one behind. She peered through the darkness, there was that eerie feeling in the room, and her imagination was getting to her.
She stepped back and turned to head out, but the alcove of another room beckoned her to look it was a room that the glowing scroll hovered in front of.
Arla for a moment thought, the cost of blood could be in there. She stepped inside it was smaller than all the other rooms. For some reason she reached out with her free hand to touch the wall....MISTAKE.
A wall dropped behind her , she spun around, NO. Panic she felt it in her chest.. She banged on the wall with her fists, but not sound could be heard.
Ok. Ok...way in way out she thought. Got to calm down. What did she do...touch the wall. She quickly turned and touched the wall again, the wall rose up. Arla jumped out quickly looking back..Feth! She moved out of Room 4 turned and headed toward room 5.
Planet: Renegar Location: Room 2 entranceway > Room 7 Objective: Infiltrate Sith Complex, Gather Intel, Take Nessessary Actions, Nick a Book or Artifact, Allies: NA Enemies: NA Neutral: [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Tai Fa"] NPC's: 1x Valiant Ursine Companion w/ child sized Beskar'gam: 1x Holdout Blaster, 1x Beskad
Aeshi Tillian said:
Someone was coming up behind her. Aeshi half-turned, blood stained sleeve clearly visible. "Who're you?" She called out, voice rather tight and strained. "I can tell you're there. Heard you move the bodies. Good call, by the way." Actually, Aeshi could sense the person through the Force. A presence, but nothing too specific.
Mishka had been moving slowly and cautiously into the complex when a voice called out to her. Her pistol came up from a low-ready position to a read-to-fire position. Her small ursine companion likewise brought his rifle-like pistol to a ready position aimed at the location the voice had come from. She may understand (most) galactic basic, but Mishka did not speak it. Not that she couldn't... she just... didn't do it very well.
"Naasad b'gar aka." She said as she approached the young woman with her weapon aimed at her chest. But as she got closer and Mishka saw clearly the bleeding wound and general state of the young woman, Mishka lowered her weapon. The Ursine though, did not.
"B'gar tratyc." Mishka said as she regarded the woman. Whatever she was doing in these tunnels, the woman's current state made her a non-threat. And she wasn't dressed as the Sith Cultists at the door had been. Blood ran down her arm. The cut did not seem deep, yet it flowed strongly and the woman seemed more drained than she should have been. Also, the cut was on the outside of the arm, so the odds of the attack having struck a nerve or artery were slim. <A cursed blade?> Mishka silently pondered, making a mental note to grab one of the weapons on her way out. The woman's condition was none of Mishka's business, nor was it something she could really change. She had no healing skills, nor did she carry a medical kit with her.
The small ursine construct, however, appeared to be a little more prepared. Mishka looked down at the creature that had apparently approached the woman and stood next to her, holding a small bacta containing auto-needle out to the woman. The creature was silent and offered no pleasantries. It merely returned its hand to its weapon once the needle was in the hands of the woman and continued moving forward, weapon raised towards the sounds of growing conflict that came from deeper within the tunnels.
"Jate'kara." Mishka said to the woman with a small wave as she made her way after her small companion and left [member="Aeshi Tillian"] to tend to her wounds. "Ret'urcye mhi." She called over her shoulder as she broke into a trot and accelerated her approach upon the conflict taking place within the compound.
Coming to a junction, Mishka and her Ursine Companion paused and listened. A thick, metal rolling sound came from behind her. <Sheb.> Mishka thought as she and the Ursine scrambled for cover in the small room across the hallway. A thick metal disk rolled down the hallway she had just come from. The fate of the other young woman unknown, Mishka watched as the strange droid banked sharply to its left and continued along the hallway. Moments later, the sound of blaster fire erupted from that direction.
"Be'chaaj?" She asked, looking towards the Ursine hiding opposite her against the doorframe. A quick nod in agreement was his only reply before the both of them rushed from their cover and down the hallway that the Droideka had not taken. They raced past two small rooms not unlike the one they had hid within a moment before. Ahead of them, the hallway opened up to a much larger room. To her right, another small room.
Bird.
Mishka skidded to a halt, turned around, and walked back to the doorway.
Yep. There was a bird.
Same bird she had met on Mandalore.
Or the same species anyway.
No... the robes were the same. Probably the same bird.
"Meg cuyir gar vaabir olar?" she asked after only the briefest of moments of looking confused.
TLRD: Stopped and chatted with the wounded girl. Gave her a medical auto-needle (stab yourself for healing). Continued towards the chaos. Hid from the Droideka. Stumbled onto the bird.
Mandoa Translation
"Naasad b'gar aka."
"Not your mission/business."
"B'gar tratyc"
"You are ~in a state of collapse~."
"Jate'kara."
"good luck."
"Ret'urcye mhi."
"Maybe we'll meet again."
"Be'chaaj?" "Away?"
"Meg cuyir gar vaabir olar?"
"What are you doing here?
Arla stared ahead, she holstered the pistol lifted her arm it would only take pressure applied in one spot and she'd release a missile. Yes she was pretty much the destroy it all girl when faced with darkness, eerie lighting, chanting, and blood red lettering all in one place.
She did not hear anyone on comms so she felt she was pretty much alone on this. She took another careful step, toes pointed, knees bent, she was a dancer playing with the shadows as she waited for one of them to jump out and grab her.
As she moved along the perimeter along the wall she looked towards the center, there was another glowing light there. Normally fire was inviting and offered warmth, and protection from things that would go bump. There were shadows on the ground that she couldn't make out, couldn't see, until they lifted their heads, the mouths moving as the chant continued. What were they saying?
She couldn't help but notice the black candles it made the flames appear to float a nice touch. These had to be some of the cultists that she was looking for, but she didn't see any prisoners.
What was the whispers, so low she still couldn't hear, feth.
She moved closer to the kneeling worshipers. She could finally hear the words, repeating
"I am the fire within your heart - the yearning of your soul. I am the hunter of knowledge and the seeker of the Holy Quest. I - who stand in the Darkness of Light, am He whom you have called Death. I - the consort and mate of She whom we adore, call forth to thee."
Sounded a bit like one lover calling for another.
Arla finally noticed they were not the only ones in the room, there were others..this was a large room.
Before this Tai Fa and his Sith Lion associate had made short work of the operatives fighting against them. One or two got away, but such was the way of things, yet, the lion share (this genius joke made Lord Fa titter just a tiny bit) of the spoils would remain to them. At least if they stayed vigilant and wise in their approach.
He had been moving up the corridor when the huge bear -- his bodyguard Vnut -- was launched out of chamber eight and half collapsed against the wall.
This made Tai pause just a moment. His little head shifted to the side as he studied the limb form of the ursine creature, before it started to move. Vnut was not easily taken out, especially when enhanced by occult markings from the cultists themselves; they still burned red and hot on his fur... through his fur, rather.
"Friend Vnut, are you well?
This has turned into quite the-"
The Thirriken was interrupted once again, this time the approach of a girl, no... not a girl, -the- girl. Tai recognized her from Mandalore and the little mission he had done there for Fa Holdings.
