Mission Will and Testament

[Arden]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa

You have been Taken.

There were numerous stories cramped together on the bookshelf. Numerous souls who found themselves trapped behind lock and key. Though their walks of life were different in all manner of dizzying ways, their lives all shared a common thread. Be it by war, raid, debt, birth, or otherwise...they each found their way into a cell. At the present moment, the exact details of how and when would evade recollection. All attempts to think past the iron bars before their eyes would result in a throbbing skull and a hazy brain.

To make matters worse, some were even counted among the blessed. Prior to their unfortunate "acquisition", they were beacons within the Force. Yet, here, their grasp upon the supernatural was fleeting at best. What manner of sorcery is this one might inquire. Was it the infamous reptiles wielded zealously by Mandalorian peoples? Was it some newfound counter painstakingly produced under the scrutiny of company and shareholder alike?

Nay, it was a narcotic that was eons old. At least, if the reptilian guardsman within earshot of each cell could be believed. Oh how he prattled on about the payout that would be coming imminently. Oh, how he boasted about jamming deathsticks into the veins of every unfortunate sod. Clearly, the captors were not a refined entity. The surroundings of the cells were dank and grim. The stench of unwashed flesh and worse hung in the air.

But above all, there was the absence of hope.

After all, what can you do when there your mind is addled and chains keep your limbs at bay? What salvation can be found in this dismal reality? Perhaps...you should let it all end. Wait, and perhaps accept the hand that life had dealt. "No." There was a voice! Defiance rattled in her hushed tone as resolve wormed its way into the minds of those within the cells. Awareness. Clarity. All contradictions to the poison which burned through their bodies every moment.

"Wake up. Listen. You will not die today." And as the dark whisper rattled within the minds of the captive, a new page was being penned in their collective story. How would they take advantage of the Voice's clarity and save themselves?

Only time and determination will tell.​

Valeria de la Vallée , Lyssara Talis , Voreth , Vyse de Valorous , Kuben Woods + @Whoever I Forgot​

 

[Valeria de la Vallée]

Location: Undisclosed
Equipment: Frozen Heart (Lightsaber)
Tags: Arden , Lyssara Talis , Voreth , Vyse de Valorous , Kuben Woods , @Whoever I forgot.tm

Valeria roused herself from her meditative state since it had merely been to convince the guards that the drugs had affected her even though they indeed hadn't. Valeria had been on Nar Shadaa for other business but she had become curious about what exactly was going on in this section of Nar Shadaa. Conveniently, someone had wanted her gone and had chosen to hire these mercenaries to kidnap her something that she had to fake since with her resistances to the drugs and poisons from her time as a SIth and Knight Obsidian in the now defunct Confederacy of Independant Systems, the drug had very little effect at all upon her. Valeria did notice her grasp on the Force was weaker here then it may ordinarily be, she theorized that this was a locational issue more than anything. She noted that it would preclude the use of her powers in a wide area of effect manner and that it'd likely be better to rely more on her lightsaber.

They had chained her up in a cell like the prisoners in the other rooms but due to sloppy work, likely overestimating their strength compared to what they viewed as nothing more than a small Echani woman, they hadn't taken her lightsaber. As she began thinking of a specific escape plan and how she was going to disrupt operations here, she heard a voice. It wasn't a voice she recognized nor was it the voice of the force, the voice whispered with authority but wasn't trying to force loyalty. It whispered with Hope but also with malice. To Valeria however it seemed as though the voice wasn't necessarily speaking to her directly but seemingly over the prison considering that she wasn't in need of a pep talk after all, she hadn't given up before and she certainly wasn't going to start now. The Voice did intrigue her if nothing else though and she made a note to look into this later.

Well, no time like the present to get to work I suppose. Valeria thought. She really didn't want to spend any more time in this dirty place, it wasn't suitable for a lady of her standing after all and the Reptillian guardsman that was prattling on about how awesome and cool death sticks were was becoming really annoying now.

Valeria focused her cryokinesis into the locking mechanisms of the shackles on her hands and feet until they became cold enough that the metal broke apart resulting in the shackles unlocking themselves, it was audible but would soung like nothing more than a quiet clank as though a drugged prisoner had moved slightly. She did a similar thing to the lock on the cell door and quiety slid it open, there were two Guardsman she could see for the cell block corridor, the braggart and a listener, both a short distance from her cell which was one of the ones closest to the exit of the corridor where the guards were. If possible she'd avoid lightsaber use as it would be noisy and she didn't want it very obvious that she'd escaped yet. Valeria decided to use her superior agility considering her strength disadvantage against the larger reptilians and moved quickly and using her Echani martial arts skills she snapped the braggart guardsman's neck from behind, he only had a chance to gasp. The other reptillian was only able to make a quiet yelp, which would've been audible to the other prisoners in the area, followed by a gurgling sound as she grabbed a knife from the first guardsman's kit and slit the creature's throat. She'd been successful in taking out the two guards in a single fluid set of actions though it was clear that the facility was larger than anticipated meaning more guards would be inevitable.

It was then that she turned around to face the noise of movement that was coming from behind her from the other cells, perhaps the other prisoners were not as drugged as the kidnappers thought after all.

 

[Nova Velez]

tag: Valeria de la Vallée | Lyssara Talis | Voreth | Vyse de Valorous | Kuben Woods | + whomever else <3
wearing: xXx

Nova woke in pain. It seared through her veins with a vengeance, branching out from the wounds that had long since healed into scars. It radiated through her limbs, from her fingers to her toes, causing muscles to spasm and burn as her eyes fluttered open and closed, realities overlapping each time she blinked. Her heart thumped, thumped, thumped against her ribcage with such force that she swore it cracked and broke. She heard the bones split and felt her chest tighten as the pain kicked into overdrive.

It's not real, she thought to herself, but even in her mind, her voice sounded far away and weak. Nova felt small again—young and frail, a victim, someone to be beaten, someone to be taken, someone to be experimented on. She heard him—that maniacal laughter that had drowned out the sound of her crying. She felt him—his hands on her body as he carved at her flesh. She saw him—the flash of evil in his devil's eyes.

She flailed, threatening to pull limbs from their sockets, a silent scream tearing up her throat, only to die on the tip of her tongue. She was chained in a dark, dirty cell, just as she had been chained to a table in a cold, dark room. Nova reached out in a way she still didn't understand, reaching for something only to find a void—a big empty void that echoed nothingness. She felt empty. She felt broken. She felt scared.

He laughed at her, or rather, something laughed. Images continued to dance in her mind and before her eyes, all around her, until she didn't know what was what and who was who. He was there—one moment, a memory waving a blade in front of her face, the next, his skin peeling back to reveal reptilian scales. It wasn't real. She didn't know that, but it wasn't real. It was the drugs, the potent death sticks coursing through her body, forcing her to relive the worst moments of her life. But it felt real.

And then she wasn't alone. There was something with her. She felt them, heard them, and reached for them. "Wake up. Listen. You will not die today."

The scream that tore from her throat was loud and agonising—the sound of a brutal and bloody murder. Nova hit the ground with a thud and remained there, the chains that once held her now hanging uselessly from her wrists, the links broken. Her body trembled, a combination of her fear and the brief use of the force, a fleeting moment of power she never seemed to be able to harness.

She heard movement from the other cells, a commotion from the guards but didn't move. Nova remained there on the ground, fighting the tears that threatened to cascade from her eyes, willing herself to be calm so she could fight.
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[Lyssara Talis]

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Location: Undisclosed

Tags: Arden , Voreth , Vyse de Valorous , Kuben Woods , Valeria de la Vallée , @Whoever Val forgot.tm
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Darkness was a common companion for Lyssara these days, even by those standards however this was a particularly unpleasant awakening. As she lay on her side, her raven-black hair cascading around her, she could feel the unforgiving permacrete pressing against her. It was a surface that offered no comfort, serving as an unwelcome introduction to her surroundings. Slowly she began to push herself up off the floor and as she did she became more aware of sensations as the drugs still dulling her senses were slowly working their way out of her system. There was something cold, no that wasn't quite right it was wet. She calmly reached up and let her fingers trace the right side of her face. No pain, but moisture she ascertained as her other hand laid against the permacrete. Cold and wet, clearly she had been laying it what she hoped was a pool of water.

She sat up fully and turned trying to get a sense of the space she was in, her covering over her eyes was still in place if not a little bit damp. She quietly sat for a moment as she tried to recall what happened. Whatever it was had addled her senses, to near uselessness Miraluka though without eyes were still able to see with the force but as it were she could barely feel beyond her own body, she began to speak softly her voice cracking softly as she spoke. "Serishta, im not sure what happened. You are still there right?"

A soft chuckle entered her mind and spoke in a taunting but amused tone. "Oh so, when you have been abducted and drugged your first instinct is to turn to me? Well that is progress I suppose." The disembodied witch spoke into her mind, before Lyssara could retort the witch took control and unleashed a burst of emerald flames and darkness that shattered the restraints binding her wrists and slowly stood. There was another voice calling to her this one from outside her being unlike Sherishta. A slight inclination of her head was the only external reaction. "Hrm, how odd..." she walked toward the door and placed her hand on the door. Another quick burst of emerald flame shattered the locking mechanism on the door and she simply pushed the door open.

As Lyssara ventured out of her cell and into the corridor, her senses led her to explore her newfound surroundings. Her connection to the Force heightened her perception, revealing the presence of another who had successfully liberated themselves. A glance in the direction of Valeria de la Vallée as well as the lifeless guards strewn about, painted a vivid and silent picture of the situation, providing her with all the necessary information. The young miraluka was clad fully in black robes that matched her hair and she slowly stepped towards Valeria, an idle motion in her right hand which might be construed as a nervous tick but she was ready to cast a spell at a moments notice.

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[Kuben Woods]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa
2 Days Prior

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A strange tank on wheels left the ship as something was carted out of the back of a ship. It's escort was telling, six men armed and heavily armored humanoids that either showed how valuable, or dangerous this particular piece of cargo was. When the wheels of the container hit a small bump in the flooring, causing the whole thing to shake, they all immediately turned inwards with blaster rifles primed. Leading this group was a singular figure meeting with the reptilian guards before another came out inspect the tank. What they found inside was a milky fluid, similar to Bacta, but something was, off, about it. Whereas Bacta was clear enough to easily see through, this was far from it. Something was in it, and after a quick scan, the representative would say a few words in gratitude before passing over a case of credits. The reptilians appeared puzzled however, why were the guards on edge like this? What could possibly be inside that warrants such attention and alertness? The group would pass the container over, and hurriedly take their leave. One of them looked back at the container and subtly shook his head as he stepped aboard the small freighter they'd arrived on.

The reptilians were soon ordered to place the container inside, wheeling it past a few of the cells and into one of the active storage rooms. There the guard would pass it off to a tech, offering little in conversation, and stepping outside. The tech however would immediately move to the pre-built lines for power, some kind of fluid, and anchors for this particular containment vessel. This was clearly custom work for a warehouse like this, but the tech knew what he was doing. It would take him little more than a few minutes to make sure all the attachments were on, and all diagnostic readings were green across the board. He took a cursory scan of the subject, and noted some strange abnormalities. "Must be the sensors", he mused, before checking the power supply included in the suspension tank. It was barely at ninety-nine percent, meaning the battery pack on this vessel was huge.

What exactly were they afraid of?

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Present
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The being in the tank's mind was completely blank, as the drug cocktail he was currently on was large enough to kill most large predators. And they had to constantly pump it through the system both in the tank and directly into his veins to keep him sedated. It was a sleep of sorts, one that was probably the most peaceful this thing had experienced in some time. That was until something, reached out and spoke a single word.

"No."

A light shudder went through the body of the being the voice had just touched. The tech manning the station noticed something.... odd. The thing's heart rate, or at least reported heart rate, just jumped from two beats per minute, to twelve.

And it was rising.

Inside the tank, a light shifting was occurring back and forth. Restraints installed inside suddenly registered. In the tank, the grogginess of being almost clinically dead for so long slipped away quickly, but memories were not forthcoming. He could feel the various needles in his skin, relatively massive durasteel pipes pumping the pure poison to keep him sedated now working against the clock to put their charge back under the sweet embrace of a near death coma. He didn't think. His instinct drove him to react. Small metal tendrils shot up from the injection sites, snapping the needles in half, pushing them out, or clogging them causing the lines to rupture.

Outside warning klaxons were blaring as the tech was frantically trying to do something, anything, to sedate the thing inside this tank. He'd never seen anything but the scans, but he'd seen the dosages of drugs they had on this thing. The lengths of near death they'd kept it. The door to the room opened as a reptilian guard walked in and quickly demanded to know what was happening. The movement coming from the tank was becoming more furtive, and a loud banging noise told the tech that somehow the thing inside had gotten free of one of the restraints. When a hand slammed against the Plasteel transparent casing, his reality came crashing down on him.

Whatever was in there was pissed. He screamed at the guard to call security.

The being inside was now tearing its restraints loose. Blades would puncture through his skin at various points to severe the various restraints, either cutting through the leather like butter, or smashing the metal apart with sheer force of pressure. His face contorted into an angry scream as his next blow against the Plasteel was much more powerful, the rage inside building as the animalistic nature of the beast reared its ugly head. And the Plasteel cracking under the barrage it was never meant to sustain was giving way to the veritable monster it contained. And with a powerful blow, the man encased in the tank would shatter the Plasteel casing, erupting from the tank with a roar of a caged animal suddenly unleashed.

The tech screaming could be heard up and down the hallway.

 

[Voreth]

E S C A P E
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Wake up.

The voice echoed across Voreth's mindscape. The realm of his dreams turned dark as lightning split the darkness. Red and ominous, like two eyes lingering for a moment. Voreth felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Something was reaching out to him. Something dark. Ominous.

Wake up. Listen. You will not die this day.

The eyes faded from existence as fast as they'd appeared, as the new voice shattered the dreamscape. Voreth shot up from his prone position, pain searing through his every fiber. He lunged forwards, but was halted by something holding his wrists. Chains. He paused, panting. It was dark. To a Miraluka, it was never supposed to be dark. The Force showed him all he needed. But now, his surroundings were hazy. Unfocused. He felt drunk, and slowly began to deduce that he'd been drugged. But where was he? And more importantly...

How did he know what the color red looked like?

Red eyes. Somehow, the fact that he perceived them as more than his usual monochrome world made them all the more unsettling. Voreth sighed quietly, and tested the strength of his bonds. Slowly, carefully. But soon all caution was to be thrown to the wind. A scream pierced the darkness. One of agony and pain. And it came from near by. Further away, something...feral was coming to life. Wherever he was, Voreth had no interest in staying here. Where was here, anyways?

Voreth thought for a moment. Naturally, he had been....somewhere. And he got here because....something...had happened. He couldn't recall the events leading to his evident capture. He frowned to himself. He'd figure all that out later. For now, his only concern was escape. He focused all of his willpower around his wrists, and barely...just barely...managed to flex the restraints enough to slip out of. The door was another problem entirely. Voreth reached out and had only barely touched it when it was blown off its hinges. His brow furrowed. He was not nearly powerful enough to have caused something like that. Yet the surge of power he'd felt... Something strange was happening here. Something strange indeed...

Kuben Woods || Lyssara Talis || Nova Velez || Valeria de la Vallée || Arden || Vyse de Valorous​

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[Aria Lyrin]

Voreth Kuben Woods Lyssara Talis Nova Velez Valeria de la Vallée Arden

Aira woke in a daze, her head throbbing. Sighing annoyed as she assumed it was just the result of another binge. She tried to touch her face but felt the chains restrain her hands. Sudden realization hit like a rocket to the face.

She looked at the chains binding her to the wall in a whirl, nearly stumbling in her drugged state. Trying to recall what the hell happened, only for the pain to kick in worse causing her to groan as it ranked up in intensity. "Bastards!" She gave the chains a hard kick in rage, testing their strength but they were very firm. She tried to reach the cell, but of course they made it unable to reach the bars. "I'll skin every last one of.."

She muttered to herself, trying to summon the force to her, to rip the chains from the wall so she could start her escape. But her thoughts were cloudy, dulled, barely able to to think ontop of the massive pain. She tried to channel that very pain, harder, and harder she tried, but whatever they stabbed her with prevented her to focus enough. She collapsed, head throbbing in abysmal pain as she panted from the effort to merely think. From her heights of victory she was now a slave, imprisoned and powerless after gaining all the freedom she wanted. The dark feelings settled in her. . .

Then a voice spoke in her head, the dullness of the drugs gone, a grin grew across her face. Channeling her horrid headache she pulled at the chains harder and harder, relishing the pain as she gripped the chains with the force and with a thrash and cry she gave a massive pull with the force and ripped the chains out.

Panting from the effort she smirked evily, fully intent to choke the life out of the guards with these damn chains, she looked out to see others were already breaking out. The sight causing her to laugh. It was too funny, suddenly losing everything and now hearing a voice and about to bust out.

She walked to the cell bars grinning looking out to see who others breaking out, she focused on the lock, griping it tight with the force, and crushing it slowly with all her might and effort before it snapped and she took another breath. Sweat dripping down her head from the efforts and moving to join the others Lyssara Talis Valeria de la Vallée "So I assume as you managed to break out you heard a voice too?" She said with a casual grin, they must have as they wouldn't poison just her. She walked slowly to join them regaining her strength. From the outside it seemed a casual stride.

 

[Arden]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa

Clarity, it seemed, was not to be squandered. For those whose stories were all but set to conclude, the intervention of the Voice changed the plot entirely. Now, where the thought of escape was a fleeting delusion, there was a spark of Hope. Yet, the road to salvation would not be so easily tread.

The first to escape, a woman born of Echani heritage, wasted no time in taking the first steps. Before her gaze were the two guards assigned to keep watch over the cells. Their lives were immediately forfeit: a fitting consequence for daring to cross the Echani woman. As their bodies slumped to the ground, she would have a precious opportunity. Upon the person of the guardsman who was boasting about the deathsticks was a datapad. It was unlocked, for he was tapping upon it mere moments before his destruction. In a moment like this, seeking out the device would be a tertiary concern, as finding the exit was priority.

But the Voice nudged the Echani. Her presence did not demand, but simply placed awareness in her mind. It was up to Valeria if she'd listen.

Whilst this choice hung in the air, the woman of Echani heritage was joined by two others. They leaned mightily into the Voice's boon and escaped their cells, each displaying a mastery of the Force in doing so. For now, the Miraluka and the Human woman would seemingly have a moment of reprieve. After all, with the two guards having been dispatched by the Echani, there were no other personnel within sight or earshot of the cells. At least, that is, until the comm upon one of the corpses began to sound. This voice was tinged with panic and was calling for the location to be locked down.

Had it been because of their departure from the cells? Had they been seen? Not quite. There was one soul who was bringing a plethora of attention to himself. This being was in an adjacent room and was contained within a much tighter prison. Yet, he too hearkened to the Voice and began to break his way out. In doing so, a panicked technician called over the comm to lock down the facility and to send as many guards as possible to their location. In that instant, any momentary reprieve evaporated.

Thus, the Voice descended upon those still within their cells. Its presence fell upon the young woman who was piecing herself back together and the Miraluka who had broken his bonds. To them was given tangible words: an urging to vacate lest they be destroyed. "On your feet. You must escape." Her urging was coupled with a fresh wave of might. Darkness would slip through their veins to strengthen their resolve. If they did not resist...they would feel mightier than ever before.

And they would need that might, for the call of the technician was quickly answered. The trio adjacent to the deceased guards would be the first to hear the sound of boots running upon pavement. The din of klaxons would fill their ears. A squad of five reptilian guards was inbound and would be upon them in just a moment's time. Would they hide among the numerous crates strewn about before them? Would they return to their cells and feign captivity? Would they stand defiant and fight their way forward?

And what of the package who had caused the stir? Guards were inbound on his location as well. A mixed team of five, composed of reptilian and porcine men, would be inbound on his position. With the first free breaths of air filling his lungs, how would he make his escape?

Only time and determination would tell.​

Valeria de la Vallée , Nova Velez , Lyssara Talis , Kuben Woods , Voreth , Aria Lyrin​

 

[Solomon Telimus]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa

From the moment he attempted to open his eyes in the cell block, his mind and body were wracked with pain. It spread and shot through him like lightning with every minute movement he made. His world spun from the constant barrage, the intensity only increasing when he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to breathe, to see past the searing sensation that consumed his entire being. Slow, long blinks and remaining incredibly still for several minutes was enough for him to at least see where he was.

As he lifted his head and turned it slowly, through the ache and blurred vision, he could make out the chains around his wrists and the bars on the far wall. Where was he? It was Thelea. At least, not a part he could identify if it was. It wasn’t the arena. There was no sand, rock, or clay anywhere that he could see or feel. There was no blazing sun kissing his skin, no wind entering through open-air walls. Another wave of panic ripped through his body and seemed to cause the pain to begin anew: Had he been captured again?

No… Wake up.

Someone… no, something responded to him. He wasn’t sure what the Voice was or where it originated from. It was unlikely to be another captured soul. Was he dreaming? What did he need to wake up to? He certainly felt alert enough. Not too far away he could hear chains clanking on the ground or breaking, the snap of metal links that gave away the ensuing chaos. A muffled gasp, a shout, screams that pierced the air. There were too many possibilities. A rebellion? Torture? Interrogation? A looming execution? Solomon wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to stick around to find out the source of it all.

You will not die today.

It was as if the pain became trivial. What once made his waking existence unbearable bolstered his resolve as memories flooded his mind’s eye. The day he went hunting, the slaver’s robes that blended into the shifting sands as they crouched just out of sight, the flash of sunlight reflected off of a brandished sword, the dust that coated his lungs in the trudge through the dunes, sponsors dotingly promising his freedom which never came within his grasp. The stray looks from his officers’ faces as he passed by, caught in brief but unassuming glances as he walked to the temporary War Tent to receive new assignments.
They are why.

Rage tore through him, replacing the pain as his knees pressed into the unforgiving floor of the cell. Before he could comprehend it, he’d snapped the links that connect his manacled hands. In a fury he launched himself at the door, feeling a surge run through him and into the lock as the anger roared in his core. They were all the reason why he failed. Why he lost his family, his tribe, and his soldiers. Why those who joined the hunt lost everything they knew in the blink of an eye. They had no right.

When his senses returned to him, he was standing outside of the cell with the door wide open Though his anger had yet to fully subside and he couldn't grasp what he just accomplished, he urged his body to move in order to go on surviving. So, he ran and stopped only to pick up a baton off the dead body of a reptilian guard. With this much trouble, there were bound to be more on their way now. He saw a trio up ahead as he jogged towards them. “Hey! Do you know where we are? What’s going on?”

Arden | Valeria de la Vallée | Nova Velez | Lyssara Talis | Kuben Woods | Voreth | Aria Lyrin​

 

[Lyssara Talis]

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Location: Undisclosed

Tags: Arden , Voreth , Vyse de Valorous , Kuben Woods , Valeria de la Vallée , Solomon Telimus , @Whoever Val forgot.tm
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Lyssara steadily closed the distance between herself and Valeria, however a sudden scream pierced the air, followed by the blaring of alarms. The jarring noise brought Lyssara to an abrupt halt, and her senses sharpened, allowing her to feel the presence of numerous others in various states of alarm and distress around her.

Panic rippled through the facility, and the shrill klaxon intensified the chaos. The sound of approaching guards' footfalls echoed down the corridor, and it was apparent that immediate action was needed.

Amid the turmoil, two people unexpectedly emerged from nearby cells. Lyssara paid them little attention as her focus remained on the guards closing in from the corridor.
With a swift motion of her hand, Sherishta conjured a formidable wall of emerald flame, effectively cutting off the pair of guards from their reinforcements. The disoriented guards, now isolated, trained their weapons on Sherishta, but she remained calm, taking a step back and observing their reactions.

The onlookers quickly understood the reason for Sherishta's patience. Emerging from the flames were two grotesque appendages, resembling elongated arms with massive, gnarled hands the size of a man's torso. The twisted fingers of these appendages looked capable of tearing through the strongest of materials.

One of the guards, sensing the impending danger, turned just in time to be struck by one of the monstrous arms, his weapon falling to the ground as he was sent crashing against a distant wall with a sickening thud. The other guard, however, reacted by opening fire at Lyssara, retreating from the menacing appendages. Unfortunately, one of the colossal hands seized his ankle, forcibly dragging him toward a portal. In desperation, he fired shots blindly into the dark void as the other hand gripped his shoulder, and he was mercilessly pulled screaming into the abyss.

Having deflected the few blaster shots fired in her direction, Sherishta casually waved her hand, causing the flames to dissipate. She was content to let the others in the area deal with the remaining chaos and security personnel. With a nonchalant air, she seated herself on a nearby crate, relinquishing control back to Lyssara.

The miraluka sat quietly and waited to see what would happen next, with Lyssara back in control she would not be nearly as combat effective as Sherishta,


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[Nova Velez]

tag: Valeria de la Vallée | Lyssara Talis | Voreth | Vyse de Valorous | Kuben Woods | + Solomon Telimus
wearing: xXx

"On your feet. You must escape."

Nova couldn't explain it; she didn't understand the sensation the voice instilled within her enough to put the feeling into words. Pain still ran triumphantly through her body, causing pins and needles to settle into her skin along with an incessant buzzing behind her ears. Or maybe she was imagining it. Maybe it was the drugs that had been forced upon her. What Nova did know for certain was that she was alive, and that meant she could fight.

Focus on what you can see. She couldn't see the dirt on the ground through the blurring of tears and the door that kept her locked in the cell. But she also saw him and that damn knife. She saw her blood pooling on the ground and had to squeeze her eyes shut; she couldn't trust what could be seen.

Focus on what you can hear. She could hear the sound of his laughter and her screaming. She also heard the sound of something ferocious and feral coming to life in the distance and the sound of stomping feet as more guards approached.

Focus on what you can feel. She could feel the damp floor beneath, solid and real, as she pressed her palms against it. She felt the weight of the chains dangling from her wrists as she stood. She felt herself sway and the rough texture of the wall as she used it to balance.

But this was all physical—felt, seen, and heard with her body. There was more.

Nova felt the presence of those around her without needing to see them. The force was still foreign and strange to her; she believed what could be seen, touched, and tasted, but the feeling of might the prodding of that strange voice invoked was undeniable. Perhaps it was what sheered the door from its hinges and flung it outward. Perhaps it was what prompted her to move slowly, one foot in front of the other. Nova felt them around her but could not separate one from the other; she could not tell who was a friend and who was a foe.

When she next opened her eyes, they blazed, anger having replaced the fear that had once been there. She found herself facing a stranger, Voreth , who had just stepped out of his cell, almost unaware of the trio nearby and their plight, as his proximity meant he held her complete attention. Her muscles coiled tight as she fought down the desire to run or lash out.

"Tell me that you're real," she demanded with a harsh voice, panting through the haze of drugs that made her sluggish. It would fade soon enough, and the memories would fade alongside it. "And tell me that you hear that damn voice too, so I know I'm not crazy before I..."
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[Kuben Woods]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa

Tag:
Valeria de la Vallée | Lyssara Talis | Voreth | Vyse de Valorous | Nova Velez | Solomon Telimus | @Whoever Val forgot.tm​

It took a scarce scant few seconds for the being to recognize the source of the scream as it's eyes, filled with burning hatred locked onto it. From the outside the room, several blaster shots could be heard as something roared in response, and the sounds of something hard and sharp impacting flesh could be heard. Another scream of no, a hiss of a reptilian, more blaster fire, before a large thud of a body slamming into a wall, as the pained panting of the tech could be heard. That was before several footsteps quickly approached, grabbed the screaming tech, and a spray of blood would appear across the window of the door as his voice was silenced forever.

When the door opened, a stark naked man appeared, holding the severed head of the tech in his hand by the hair. He sniffed the air as he heard the alarm clearly sounding, more animal than man as he heard the boot steps coming down the hallway.

FREEEEEEEEEESH MEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAT
He started walking towards the sound, a snarl on his face as he took step after step towards the noise. The head in his right hand, a long blade extended from three tendrils of metal pressing out between his knuckles before forming a short, extremely sharp blade. As he rounded the corner he saw the group of responders to the tech's call for help. Three Trandoshans, Two Gamoreans. The Trandoshans were armed with blasters and shotgun, the Gamoreans wielding their signature war axes. The Trandoshans hissed something at the wild man. In words he couldn't hear, he simply took a step towards them. Weapons were immediately raised, but he didn't stop. He took another step, before one of them fired a warning shot next to him. His snarl turned into an evil, predatory, animalistic smile as he kept walking. Finally the Trando with a shotgun fired a slug directly into Kuben's face. That caused him to stop as his head snapped back, blood spraying behind him as he staggered a step back. The group relaxed for all but a second as they thought they'd put down the thing, before Kuben's head slowly came back down to look them dead in their eyes.

The slug had burrowed its way into his skull, but where skin and some tissue had been ripped away, revealing a metal underneath where his skull should have been. The smile was gone, the snarl had returned. And in seconds the skin and small amount of tissue grew back over his face, pushing the slug away from his skull, causing it to fall to the ground with a light clatter. He took a giant breath before charging forward with a roar. The Trandos opened fire, and in response Kuben heaved the severed head at them like a spear. Blaster bolts struck true burning away skin, muscle, and singeing his bone, the slugs of the shotgun taking chunks out of his torso as he closed the gap between them in seconds. The shotgunner ducked to the side reflexively as the head flew past him, but that just made his friends more enticing targets to Woods. A large metal spike shot out of his right hand, which he buried into the Trandoshan hunter's chest. He'd missed his intended target, the heart, but as the spike grew barbs, he threw the screaming Trandoshan with the force of three men into the other blaster wielding Trando. As the large reptilian slid off the spike with a wet tear of his internals being shredded by the barbed spike, time seemed to slow for the monster unleashed in the warehouse. His regeneration was working overtime, healing wounds faster than it had ever before, but he still wasn't invulnerable. Which is why he parried one of the Gamorean War Axes next, using his spiked hand to bat it to the side, missing his head by inches, while making a seeming riposte with the blade on his left hand. It struck the pig in its face, punching through the jaw and cutting through the back of its head as the fat alien went limp. The large spike then receded back into his palm as he rushed the other three now trying to fight someone in the cramped width of the hallway. The shotgunner was the closest to him, and quickly his first target as he tried to point blank blast Kuben in the head. The fireball erupting from the weapon was enough to burn the skin on side of Kuben's face, but not enough to phase him. His now free hand grabbed the shotgun and began shoving it away as the two were now fighting over the weapon. The Gamorean tried to intervene by swinging his ax, only for Kuben to plant his foot and shove the Trandoshan in the way, causing the blade to bite deep into his back with a pained wail. His grip loosened on the shotgun as Kuben then yanked the weapon down, planting the barrel just under the chin of the giant lizard, before using his thumb to pull the trigger. Blood and viscera would erupt upwards, painting the ceiling with the remains of the Trando's skull, and the Gamorean drew back before getting ready to swing.

Kuben simply dropped the shotgun as he stepped towards the pig, blood raining down onto his body and he started chuckling darkly. Behind him the remaining Trandoshan was grabbing his comlink and screaming into it for backup. That they needed back up now.

As the Gamorean readied for another swing, Kuben simply walked around him, circling the giant pig alien like a hungry Kath Hound. He stopped however when he finally got the pig's back against a wall, and his body posture almost seemed to coil for a strike. The Gamorean swung, clearly putting all its strength into the blow, fully intent to cleave Kuben in two. Kuben took a quick double step forward, covering the gap between them with a quick dash, before catching the axe by the handle, stopping it dead mid swing. What was once aggression, and an almost thuggish look, went to confusion, before going to terror as Kuben simply held the ax in place as he stepped forward, and again, slowly pushing the giant pig with a strength that seemed impossible. Then he raised his other hand, leveling the blade extending from it directly at the Gamorean's chest, where its heart would be, before thrusting forward. The giant pig also caught the blade, causing it to finally stop right at the leather it was wearing, before blood began to drip, then trickle down its hand as the metal's unnatural sharpness cut through its own tough hide. And it started to push, slowly, first pushing past the leather top the Gamorean was wearing, before slowly cutting through skin, flesh, and then bone as it gradually pushed its way home. The pig screamed in pain as this occurred, a wail of a dying animal, unable to save itself, and dying slowly to something more painful than it could possibly imagine. It would continue screaming until Kuben's blade finally sank home, and it would never make another noise again.

All the while Kuben smiled as blood flowed freely around him.

 

[Voreth]

F R I E N D?
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On your feet. You must escape.

Voreth had stepped cautiously out into the hall, when a second flying door caused him to instinctively duck out of the way. He turned his attention back to the cause of such a feat to see a girl, only just younger than him. She stood nearly a foot shorter than him, yet he could clearly see the fire of war in her aura. He instinctively dropped into an unarmed ready stance, but she did not seem to be targeting him directly.

Tell me that you're real.

Voreth's brow furrowed in confusion at this. Was this girl prone to hallucinations? Or perhaps she was experiencing a side effect of the drug that he had not? The pieces were beginning to fall into place. This building, or what little of it he could perceive in his drug-induced state, was a prison. He'd been drugged and taken here against his will. Slavers? Almost certainly. It stood to reason that the girl before him had been taken for the same reason.

And tell me that you hear that damn voice too, so I know I'm not crazy before I...

"Voice?"

His own was hoarse and raspy, a side effect of the chemical cocktail now flooding his veins. His question was not one of disbelief, but one of confusion. His tone conveyed acceptance of the fact that a voice had spoken to her. What confused him was that she had only heard one. Though granted, He'd only heard one himself since awakening.

At the distant discharge of firearms, Voreth turned to look in that direction. There would be time enough to debate how crazy they all were after they were safely away. He turned back to the girl, and gestured that she should follow. Away from the sounds of blaster fire. "Real enough. We should get out of here while we can."

Voreth needed a way out. And to do that, he needed to see. His brow furrowed in concentration, commanding the dull throb at the back of his mind to dissipate, and show him the way out. He turned to begin leading the way out as he did so, but was soon stopped, realizing the pair were at the end of a dead-end hall. But that would not stop him. A hand drew back, then thrust forward. The wall before them imploded with the power of an unseen force. "They'll be on us soon enough. We should hurry."

Kuben Woods || Lyssara Talis || Nova Velez || Valeria de la Vallée || Arden || Vyse de Valorous || Solomon Telimus
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[Valeria de la Vallée]

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Location: Undisclosed
Equipment: Frozen Heart (Lightsaber)
Tags: Arden , Lyssara Talis , Voreth , Vyse de Valorous , Kuben Woods , Aria Lyrin Nova Velez Solomon Telimus

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Valeria saw that the other prisoners, not here by choice as it turns out, had escaped as well and that was indeed the movement behind her. One referenced a voice and another asked if they were real while yet another was confused as to what had happened.

"I did indeed hear a voice, as far as where we are, this is Nar Shadaa though where exactly I cannot say. I suppose we may want to focus on escape though the elimination of the security forces in this section will be necessary from what I can see. Guess we should get to it so we can get out of this place sooner rather then later." Valeria responded to those that had questioned her as she turned around she saw the witch that had strode past her earlier eliminating two guards that had come to the section since it was clear by the alarm klaxons and lighting.

As Valeria made her way to the hallway where Lyssara Talis had just killed the two other guards, the alarm lighting bouncing off her skin visibly icy skin, she saw the other three making their way down to the end of the corridor on one end, a dead end with a room, ignoring the others. They were heading towards the weapons fire and screaming and as Valeria rounded the corner she both saw why there was screaming and noticed some, unusual though tasteful in her opinion, redecorating had been done by, apparently, a lone naked man. That's certainly not the most unusual thing she had seen and her force sensing ability told her that he was resonating with the force, quite strongly at that, though he may or may not be a user, she'd seen some interesting experiments in her time as a Sith so for all she knew he was just a puppet.

Valeria decided to just go ahead and remove the remaining guards quickly so she could leave, she ignited her Lightsaber, Frozen Heart, and the icy blue glow and frosty fog emanated off the blade. As she did so the Gammorean guards, Disgusting, she thought, heard the lightsaber and stopped to turn to their attacker but Valeria had already channeled her Force Speed and the only thing normal people would see would be a frosty mist moving from the first, to the second, and finally to the third guard, in it's wake a single stroke beheading of each guard, the wounds being frozen over by the ice cold nature of her blade.

An elegant slaughtering, as it should be. Valeria thought. Valeria then turned to the naked man, that she really hoped wasn't some weird pervert, as she stood in the pool of blood, the blood beneath her being frozen from the contact with her body, and spoke to the man.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume you're not with these disgusting pigs, the rest of us are escaping. If you want to come with us at least until we're out of here, great. If not, great. It's your choice, however I would encourage you to make that choice quickly before more of these poverty guards show up, they're quite the bore to kill."

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[Arden]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa

The Taken were quickly rallying together.

Such was the nature of their circumstance. In the chapters of life preceeding this day, their walks would have hardly seen their paths cross. Yet, the avarice of oppression had pulled them all together. This budding unity did not go without notice, however. As klaxons blared and armed men ran through corridors, the mastermind of it all grew frustrated. An Epicanthix sat upon a velvet, enjoying the fruits of his "labor" whilst the "help" saw to the latest "shipment." His was a business deemed a necessity on this side of the Galaxy. As conflict roiled between the stars, the decimated would have need of fresh hands to rebuild. Hands that were...so often unwilling, but sold nonetheless. Thus, the Epicanthix sought out to fulfill this dire need. He was doing the people of the Galaxy a great service.

And what was his thanks? Alarms. Blaster fire. A great interruption to his relaxation. Alertness seized his once-lidded eyes. A frustrated huff fell from his lips. "Gama?" he asked, sliding his gaze to the Gamorrean within his sight. The creature was in charge of all the lovely squads running about as if their heads had been cut off. And, he and his ilk had been hired for the simple tasks of security and loading the cargo. How could they mess this up? "I'm hearing a lot of noise. Mind explaining why that is? Gama cleared his throat nervously. "W-Well, seems there's been a...complication with some of the cargo. But we're containing the situation, sir."

"Sir?

Gama could feel sweat beading upon his brow. He did his best to keep his hands from shaking. "Apologies. Lord Gael." The Epicanthix offered a sneer as a response, but wouldn't remove the beast's spine just yet. First, he would clean up the mess he had made. "You'd best get to it. If I have to move from this spo-" "It won't come to that, you have my word!" Lord Gael's gaze narrowed and Gama felt his windpipe constrict. He stammered and backed into the door with a heavy thud, but soon found his ability to breathe again.

"I was speaking."

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With Gama finding his hide on the line, the response to the salvation attempt was quickly intensified. Though the first two squads were brutally put down by the so-called cargo, there were more on the way. The bloody remains at the feet of the experimental man would say as much. Or rather, the barely functional comm affixed to the viscera of one of his victims. Orders were being barked. Every soul within Gama's battalion of mercenaries would be descending upon their position in a mere matter of moments. For any other escape attempt, this would have been a sign of certain defeat. But not the taken. For, outside of their many talents, they were not alone in this plight. The whisper which had roused them from their cages now spoke again.

And with its words, the besting the odds would become a greater possibility.

First, awareness. Each of their minds would be tugged in the direction of one taking advantage of her gifts. The one called Voreth had unleashed a mighty tide against a dead end, tearing a route into being that was once not there. Upon its creation, there would be a telling stench which invaded the nostrils. The metallic odor of engines which had gone too long without maintenance, yet were being fired up anyway. "Your freedom lies this way. Quickly!" called the Voice, urging the survivors to follow this path.

And as her words were made manifest in their minds, she bought them a moment to breathe. Her power shrieked from beyond, cracking pavement, wall, and pipe. The result was a deluge that interrupted the thunderous din of footsteps rushing towards their positions. Sewage, hot and raw, exploded forth and engulfed their path. Most paused before the geysers of unspeakable filth that impeded their advance, but four squads dove through. Ten men, covered in all manner of excrement, came bursting down the hall towards the experimental man. Ten others ran laboriously towards where the emerald flames once burned.

There was a chance for salvation, but the taken would have to seize it.

Would they? Only time and determination would tell.

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Valeria de la Vallée , Lyssara Talis , Solomon Telimus , Voreth , Nova Velez , Kuben Woods , Aria Lyrin​

 

[Aria Lyrin]

Valeria de la Vallée Lyssara Talis Solomon Telimus Voreth Nova Velez Kuben Woods Arden

"Nar Shadaa? Of course." Aria couldn't help but chuckle. "Does every slaver take their catch to this swamp of a world?" She had known it to be a popular slave world but being shipped here this quick, she might as well been supplies shipped to a factory.

She reflectively scanned the room for a way out or a good defensive position, finding it filled with crates. She knew the best place to ambush was above, and the gaurds were surely on their way. So she leaped onto one of the cargo crates stacked high, using the force to reach the top. But as she went to get into position she heard the screams and brightness of green flames. At first she assumed they had a flamer, and that some poor soon to be slave was now a burning corpse. But the flames, their sickening color were ringing a bell from her studies. And as she watched from her vantage point she saw it wasn't the guards who were wielding them.

Aria sat grinning at the sight before her, a wall of flames, monstrous arms, all controlled at the whim of the one she saw a moment ago Lyssara Talis . The guards were dead and didn't even know it. Trapped by the flames, she used her strange powers to attack- no utterly destroy them. Deflected the blasts, and even drag one into a pit of her own making as he screamed helplessly at his own doom. She wished she had snacks for the show.

She heard a mighty crash behind her where she had just ecsaped from, either that meant their captors were so desperate they were blasting the cell block to be rid of them, or one of the prisoners had the power to make a new exit. From what she just saw, she assumed the latter. Only for the voice to yell in her ear. "Your freedom lies this way. Quickly!" This voice was a bit loud for her liking but if it meant getting out of this place without being stuffed into a crate.

She leaped down, using the force to cushin her fall to light as a feather, walking right up to women who had the power to drag people to pits of pure darkness without concern. "Seems we have a new exit in the cell block." Aria said with a smirk noddinbg behind her, chosing now to be the time she focused the force onto the chains at her wrists, sqeezing her hands tight, and tighter till the metal broke apart. Falling off her wrists.

"You think they would have more sense then putting all the dangerous cargo in one section, but I suppose that's what last regretful thoughts are for." She gave a wicked grin, before noticing her her sitting during an escape attampt. "If your having trouble walking, I'll help you get out if you show me how to throw my enemies into the void. Or light the head guard on fire, I am not picky." She said in a teasing tone and gave a chuckle.

She glaced ahead of the hallway seeing Valeria de la Vallée cutting guards apart as if it was a performance, and Kuben Woods a strangely a nude man covered in blood. "Huh. Even the bed slaves are even breaking out. That or they are far worse screw ups then I figured.- Did they leave our weapons around here??" It suddenly hit her that she was using a light saber to tear her foes apart, meaning they kept the weapons around here. Looking around she noticed the sound off one of the slain guards. She used the force to bring the com to her, planting it to her ear. "Let's hear just how badly they are spoiling themsevles." She gave a grin to the seated women next to her, glancing around the room senseing for her own weapon.

 

[Aerona Ceinder]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Blaster, interlocking Lightsabers
Objective: Meet with some big shot senator about a job
Tag: Arden | Valeria de la Vallée | Lyssara Talis | Solomon Telimus | Nova Velez | Voreth | Kuben Woods | Aria Lyrin

Waking up after being forcibly knocked out was never pleasant. Waking up after being forcibly knocked out while hungover was the worst.

Aerona was in a foul mood, someone had spoiled her night of drinking and successful spending of her hard earned credits. She always worked hard for her clients but there had been a few that she rubbed the wrong way with her no Sith rules. It was clear that she had upset the wrong people with her actions. Perhaps someone was upset with a job she had done or that she wasn't working as effectively as they wished. A lot of people had ideas of what a private investigator entailed, few were accurate in their assumptions.

Whatever the issue, Aerona was tied up, like some damsel in distress. Something she was deeply frustrated with.

The chains were slack enough that she could move herself around a bit. Pulling out a lockpick that she always kept on hand since being kidnapped and chained was a frequent job hazard, she was able to work on the cuffs. It wasn't quick, she was hearing commotion from outside and there was a voice talking apparently inside her head. Gods forbid there was some kind of implant inside her now. She would really need to get that removed.

No way was she having someone permanently in her mind, way too invasive. For now, she focused on her escape though. Freeing herself completely, she dropped to the ground and checked that she had all her equipment. Her Lightsaber, her blaster, any tools she had while drinking post mission.

All here. Which was very fortunate.

Stepping to the lock of her cell, she picked the lock of that. Taking her time since she didn't have any other lockpicks on her. The door clicked and unlocked. Tucking her pick back into her pocket, she grabbed one of her Lightsabers and held it ready as she moved along. Taking a look at the environment around her. Chaos was everywhere it seemed.

"Hey, so, any idea why we're here?" Aerona called out to a group of people that was forming not far from her cell. "Aerona Ceinder, PI." She introduced herself with a nod to the others.

 

[Nova Velez]

tag: Valeria de la Vallée | Lyssara Talis | Voreth | Vyse de Valorous | Kuben Woods | + whomever else <3
wearing: xXx

Voreth's words were enough to ease the tension from her shoulders for the moment. Given their current predicament, she had no choice but to trust him, but that didn't stop her from snapping around when another voice rang out, confirming that Nova had not been the only one to hear the voice. Nova didn't trust the blonde, Valeria de la Vallée , as far as she could throw her; well, no. Nova didn't trust any of them; it showed in how she watched each of them, hyper-aware of where each one was and where they moved to.

"Nar Shaddaa? That's just great." The words had come quietly from her as she turned to another woman, Aria Lyrin . She huffed with amusement and not disgust, as others might have felt. Nar Shaddaa was her home; she knew these streets and had spent her childhood hiding in them; this was home territory, and drugs or no drugs, she had the advantage. Or at least she would. She just needed to get her hands on a datapad, a computer, or something. "If there was ever a place you wanted a slaver to take you, it's here. You get out? There's a hundred plus places to hide in and a dozen rides off the planet."

What Nova lacked in physical strength and training in the force, she made up for with a quick wit and an eye for detail. Others might have been able to wield the force like a weapon and burn bodies or swing batons with enough force to break bones, but she could not. What she could do was hack; there wasn't a system yet she couldn't get into. "I can get us out of here." There was no uncertainty, no second guesses, heard within her voice, the timber of it louder this time, stronger, bolstered. "I just need to get to a computer; I can get us out, and I can keep them in."

Nova didn't move, instead choosing to stay by Voreth's side as he tore a path into what had once been a dead end. The stench was immediate, making her nose sting and her eyes water, but she stood firm. This was Nar Shaddaa; she'd seen and smelled much worse. She turned to the next newcomer, Aerona Ceinder , giving her a quick once over. "Kidnapping. Drugs. Slavery. Welcome to Nar Shaddaa. Now let's move, you can figure out who is behind all this after we make it out."
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[Kuben Woods]

Hutt Space
Undisclosed Warehouse, Nar Shaddaa​

Valeria de la Vallée | Lyssara Talis | Voreth | Vyse de Valorous | Nova Velez | Solomon Telimus | Aria Lyrin | Aerona Ceinder |@Whoever Val forgot.tm

The beast of a man was just watching the light fade from the Gamorean's eyes as he heard a familiar noise. A crackle of plasma caught his attention and he looked to the source. A bright lightly colored blade flashed through the air, through the Trando's supposed saviors as he watched a more diminutive woman cut through the trio of goons like a ballet dancer. A voice in his head chuckled as it seemed amused by the thought of another force user here. Wielding a blade that resembled that of a Jedi. Another potential plaything.

His thoughts however were interrupted by a blaster shot to the back from the remaining guard's rifle. The searing pain shot up Kuben's spine as he felt tissue vaporize and then heal back as multiple voices in his head were screaming.

And he finally gave into his rage.

A red glow would erupt from his eyes as he spun on a heel to face the now terrified goon, and before any words could be spoken, his arm shot up with an outstretched hand. The blades retracted as an unseen voice in the void cackled, finally being freed from its temporary restraint by the mortal container.

The first thing that happened was the Trando's blaster proceeded to collapse onto itself in what seemed to be a second. When the pack and gas ruptured the fire singeing the goon's hands and arms. But what the weapon changed into would be more worrisome. A solid metal spike floated in front of him for a second before shooting directly into the offender's chest, slamming them both into the wall, and pinning him there like a decoration. As if that wasn't enough, something unseen to the visible eye would happen as snaps, crackles, and pops as each individual bone of the lizard was dislocated and either broken or shattered with the precision of a surgeon. And while all this happened, the immortal being ensured that it's nerves stayed intact so it could feel each, and every, one snap like a wafer.

And in five seconds it would be over.

The glow receded from Kuben's eyes as he could feel a fresh trickle come from the side of his face. His ear was bleeding. He coughed for a second before catching himself from stumbling. He dry heaved a couple of times from the exertion, his breath coming in rasps as he finally looked back up at the woman who stood before him.

"I uh...... yeah.... not with them. A ride... out of here... would be nice," He spat out some bile as he finished, looking at the weapons left before him. Not the kit he was used to, he didn't have any idea where it might be. He didn't even know where he was or how long he'd been under. And the cackling voice in his head wasn't helping. It usually didn't. He picked up the plaster rifle and bandolier from the other dead trandoshan he'd skewered earlier, slinging both over his back as he then picked up the remaining shotgun and a small bundle of shells. He replaced the few slugs that'd been fired as he finally caught his breath and looked over at the woman.

"Okay lady, where to?"

 

[Lyssara Talis]

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Location: Undisclosed

Tags: Arden , Voreth , Vyse de Valorous , Kuben Woods , Valeria de la Vallée , Solomon Telimus , @Whoever Val forgot.tm
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Lyssara, seemingly undisturbed by the unfolding chaos, chose to remain seated as more people emerged from their cells. Yet she was ultimately uninterested and instead kept focusing her senses, which hinted that the ongoing conflict was drawing to a close. Despite her usual aversion, Lyssara contemplated listening to a disembodied voice that promised freedom. Normally Sherishta would have cautioned her yet in this instance the witch was silent, a fact that was not unnoticed.

The Miraluka descended from the crate, moving purposefully toward the cells guided by the promising voice. She passed Aria Lyrin and Solomon Telimus Lyssara carried herself with an air of nobility and confidence, as she passed by she momentarily paused before she turned slightly toward Aria as if something had caught her attention but it was fleeting and just as quickly she turned away and proceeded to the cells.

The walk to the cells where the voice beckoned was quick and with the immediate threat to her safety being dealt with by Valeria de la Vallée she would focus her energies on escape. As she entered the cell there she found Nova Velez and to her surprise another Miraluka Voreth though surprised and intrigued a greater matter persisted, escaping.

“Excellent, we can leave then.” she spoke and announced her presence to the pair, she silently moved past the both of them as she moved to the breach in the wall. Pushing her senses through it and beyond, a bit of emerald flame was conjured into her hand an began to lengthen and take shape, similar to that of a standard vibro blade but this one was black as the abyss and burned with an emerald flame along the blade. “Never hurts to be prepared.”



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