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Squee
The Keeper
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I am Deception, and I defy your holiest moralities.
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Jun 4, 2009 17:29:57 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Jun 4, 2009 17:29:57 GMT -5
((I really did my best here, and I extended my imagination and had to make up some stuff. If something seems a little out of place, lemme know and I'll try to change it to suit everyone's fancy. I hope not though. I had fun writing this. xD))
Carousels were delightful things to young children. It was all happy music and joyful noises. The incompetent creatures were carved funnily shaped and highly decorated in festive and pretty colors. Once the children were all mounted onto some kind of creature, the ride began. It was fun up and down movements as the carousel went around and around in circles. Children waved to people they didn’t know with big grins painted across their small and innocent faces. Around and around and up and down. Such a fun ride until it came to a halt and then the children just wanted to go around just ONE MORE time.
Cela Wrobban’s carousel was time. The body of it was time. Her creatures were each of that kind of being she saw walking by her, but posed and rearranged in such a way that they were Jedi of fearful expressions. Her music was the explosions and screams of havoc, pain, and death that sang wonderfully to her ear holes. It delighted her. She was a child who enjoyed her carousel. And to her, there was nothing wrong with that. She just wanted to go around again and again and again…
The barabel woman sat on her deeply shadowed perch. Her wild eyes flickered about as she crawled to the edge of the ledge and leaped off of it, stretching her reptilian body forward and letting her claws hook across a pole. She swung and threw her body out again, feet striking on a new ledge, and she was still cradled in her darkness. She resisted thumping her tail to the floor out of sheer amusement of what their plan was.
“Jedi, Jedi, Jedi…” Cela hissed oh so quietly to herself, staring down at the shipyard. Her fingers were curled over the edge of her ledge, and she leant down some. The hood of her cloak slid in front of her eyes and she hissed in weak irritation. Pushing it back Cela continued to peer down, tongue flicking in and out as if she were attempting to simply taste what she wanted straight from the air. “Where are you, precious?”
Cela had taken the liberty to setting out the welcome mat for the Jedi. And it would be a VERY warm welcome from her and Pol. More from her, though Pol was the one who decided to bring the pretty fireworks. But, still, she was the one who set up the red carpet. And now she was simply waiting to roll it out and have the Jedi walk before her on it. That way the Jedi wouldn’t be expecting to look behind them because of the attention they will be receiving before them.
This bundle of fun wasn’t dumb, however. The prospect of Jedi was presently too great. And Jedi weren’t foolish either. The Force, the Force, the Force. It was their slave driver. Cela shuddered and bit at slave drivers with furious hate. Dislike, distrust, Cela didn’t like them. Not with her experience with slave drivers. The slave driver’s whip would be Cela’s new weapon, and the slave driver would work for her. And so she commandeered the Force with a mind as strong as her scale-covered body. Cela knew the Jedi could search with the Force, much like a hound to his master. She was the master and the Force her hound. And she drew upon the Force and bundled up her experience and signature deep inside herself and threw a spell overtop of it to confuse other Force users. This way, those dratted Jedi could only seek her out as any other thing in the Force. Everything had the Force, and Cela was now just one of the ordinary people to a trained mind.
She sissed happily when she did this, hard enough her abdominal regions grew a little sore. She crawled over to the other end of the ledge, but this time did not jump onto another so soon. The barabel continued off of the ledge and let herself drop along side the wall. For a few seconds she fell, and then braced her tail to the wall to slow herself some. Her feet found some purchase and Cela leapt forward, front limbs catching and scrambling to bring her onto another ledge. She paused a moment to peel off a couple of loose scales from her tail during the fall, and then prowled on her new ledge, looking, waiting. And for a while, nothing happened, and Cela took to lounging on her clouded perch, head resting on the edge of the perch to see down below her, eyes wandering and head tilting.
“Twinkle, twinkle little star…” she began to rumble to herself, peering down, watching the people. “You’ll be part of my new war. Fighting Jedi in the night, with explosions shining bright… Twinkle, twinkle little star, you’ll be part of my new war.”
And suddenly, the people down below became more interesting. A lone figure, odd in all her ways, made the barabel drool with the delicious and controlled usage of the Force around the raven haired woman. That certainly didn’t look like an Duro or offworld worker laying around here. Cela sat up, sissing her snickering and making leaps back up the wall to higher perches, watching this woman from above and afar.
“The itsy bitsy Jedi walked right into a trap,” the barabel almost purred, slurping up the saliva that threatened to pass her lips and sucked in air to attempt to dry out her wetting mouth. “In swooped darkness and gave her neck a snap…” she continued to sing to herself, scrambling across walls and jumping a level or falling a level to keep an eye on the Jedi. The shipyard. Right for the shipyard. An insane, happy sounding gasp escaped the barabel, her muscles locking for a moment in pure excitement before she turned, scrambling back the other way. Time to return to Pol. Not before leaving the Jedi a little welcome package. While carrying out stalking on buildings, the barabel reached into her cloak and withdrew a small detonating button. She sissed as she depressed it, then tucked it back in her robe and continued off to reach Pol.
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His fuel containers were beeping. At least he thought they were. He stopped his half-sled vehicle, pausing to glance back at the containers. His brow furrowed and he lifted himself up in his seat, balancing himself to examine what he could of the containers. A flashing light and another beep sounded. He went to lean closer to it, and just when he thought it could be bomb, he was too late.
The fuel containers erupted into balls of flame with a third and last beep, and the vehicle itself caught on, exploding brilliantly. Shrapnel rained everywhere, and there was another explosion on the same kind of hovering vehicular craft. The fuel that had made it onto the ground was on fire, traveling in all directions and setting other workers and droids on fire. It was a couple of small little explosives, obviously not coincidences. It allowed the terror to revive itself in the people, allowing those too close to home memories of the massacre at the shipyard to fill the minds once again, and striking fear and panic to cause the Jedi mayhem. It was a simple message to let the Jedi knew they were close, and might even distill a little doubt into the Jedi as well. The fires could be put out, as it wasn’t the intent on blowing the big stuff up… yet, Cela hoped.
That little raven beauty could have a little wake up call. With all the burning people running everywhere and flaming fuel desiring to explode other objects. Yes, decent present, Cela had though earlier.
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“I found them! I found the Jedi. At least one of them. They’re here, Pol, they’re here!” Cela found herself squawking like a newborn. She stood on her hind feet, her tall height of nearly six feet and six inches a little compromised with the slouch she had. Her tail slapped the ground, and she kept salivating in her mouth. There was a constant whistle as the barabel breathed, still trying to dry out her mouth a little. Her reptilian eyes stared down at Pol, impatient and excited, though she waited for his reply and instruction.
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Jun 4, 2009 18:47:51 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 4, 2009 18:47:51 GMT -5
<<Yeah I'm not gonna beat Squee's so I'll just post less awesomely.>>
The half lit figure paused at the top of the walkway, computer consoles either side dead and lit only by emergency light. The outside window was flooded with flames from the outside, and his stage was set. A red floor with golden backdrop. His audience sat captivated as he began, reaching slowly towards the head with the right hand, arm bending at the elbow and removing the hat. The hat came down to a straight arm, and the body turned half a circle. Knees bent, left arm thrust out and pulled back into a pump action - fist clenched. The right hand threw the hat into the air, and it landed perfectly on the head again. A turn of the head to the left sharp, and the audience loved it. His free right hand now pulled his microphone towards him, and he cleared is throat quickly. "Welcome to my world, oceans versus mountains... Call me the poor guy, cos I love to fight them. I'm quite sweet, if you take the time to get to know me."
He moved to the other side of the stage, throwing the microphone into his other hand, nodding to the lighting crew, and more lights flooded in front of him, lighting him up for all to see. "Deep down my heart riles around like a long lost deep desire. See I'd like to fall in love, but not that type of girl..." He paused. The audience was being silent. He exhaled, falling out of the scene. Well that must be the end of that then. He licked the side of his mouth, raising a hand and dragging the lighting fixture from the roof to the floor in a shattering echo. Who needed a stage anyway? Stages were set up for stars to perform. He could make his own stage wherever he went. Perform. Yes, be a star, be top of the show.
He stepped from the walkway, approaching his audience. Three workers, sat against the near wall facing his performance. They didn't seem to have enjoyed it very much. He fingered the microphone, rolling it between his fingers observing the sharp side and the hollow middle. He'd pulled this off a pipe somewhere, but he couldn't quite remember where. The explosion was a nice one when he's set it off though. A beautiful yellow, flames licking the walls as the inferno had burst down the hallway and seared the man he'd left there. He hadn't killed the man, that would be cruel. He'd given him every chance he needed to escape the hallway, minus the use of his legs. Some people just didn't appreciate life enough. He snapped back to the workers. A poor audience. No clapping, no cheering, no support. Just three unresponsive vegetables. He turned to one with a nametag with 'Simon' on the shirt.
"So Simon, how was my performance?" He didn't even wait for a response - Simon would probably have criticised his song choice or the clothing. He threw the spiked pipe into the skull of the worker with a lightning fast arm movement. The body didn't even twitch as it embedded itself fully and clanged a little as it made contact with the wall behind it. He was slightly disappointed. They'd been much livelier when he'd written his name into their bare chests. Simon was last, he got the L. His reaction had been Pol's favourite. "You can have the hat back too." He smirked, tossing the hat back to Simon's head, resting on the pipe like some sort of hat stand. He wandered around, humming the tune of the song he had been performing mere minutes before. It was one of his favourites, though he did have many favourites. His mind began thinking of his other preferred songs, and he came round to another one by the Slayers. An interesting name, he had often thought. Such a shame they were only musicians. He tapped a wall in rhythmic time, the hollow plasteel reverbarating around the room like a drum. He was soon at his favourite part of the lyrics, the part which gave him the most vivid mental images. He murmured the words, not as forceful as his opening number, but the emphasis was on the meaning, not the presentation.
"Jealousy, turning them into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis..." Jealousy, oh that was always a fun one. Not too obvious, but a lot more devastating than some of the feelings one could experience. It was also one of the more easier to induce in another person. Especially males. Especially young males. Young males who had their first blaster pistols and weak minds, and who could quickly be led to believe their best friends were their worst enemies. All because of girls. All because of a simple hormonal difference. Estrogen, Testosterone, they were such wonderful things. So useful. He chuckled, a deep throaty laughter that carried itself through the corridors as though trying to escape its origin. Jealousy, oh jealous was fun.
He stroked his chin, feeling a stubble of beard that had not been shaved off for several days now. He could attend to that later. Once they had finished with the pretty explosions and impressive killing. Slaughter. Slaughter was what he meant. Once the Jedi had been finished off. Oh yes, he was in his element here. Victims, fire and war. Just what he needed for a good time. The explosives had been cheap enough to get, considering he'd killed the owner of the establishment for them, and he was having lots of fun putting them to good use. Well, at least he was, he was assuming Cela was enjoying herself too. The Barabel seemed quite happy when they were doing this sort of thing, though he often wondered about her.
He was quite well aware that she was... heh, different. Special, especially in the Force. They hadn't met that long ago, but he hardly had to take care of her much any more. She was getting a lot better. Either that or he was getting used to her company At least he wasn't having to fight her in the middle of the night any more like he used to. He liked her interesting songs too. They were amusing more often than not. Very witty for someone like her. He returned to the present, finding he had fallen into a major tangent and had left the room without realising. He grinned a little. His mind did tend to wander when he was enjoying himself.
Yes, Cela was fun. Maybe more fun than jealousy. Maybe. The thought crossed his mind as an explosion kicked off several floors below. He knew just who had set that one off, unless the Jedi were joining in on the demolition work. That wasn't going to be fair if it was true. The Jedi weren't supposed to blow stuff up, they were supposed to be the ones who liked peace and order and all of the other boring things. Nope, that explosion will have been Cela. She must have found something. Or someone. She arrived several seconds later, gleeful and excitable. “I found them! I found the Jedi. At least one of them. They’re here, Pol, they’re here!”
She was much taller than him, and he had to crane his neck up quite far back to focus on her properly. He smiled, seeing she was certainly looking forward to this one in particular. She was relaxed in her own way, so he himself relaxed and was glad he would not have to result to drawing his saber at any point in the conversation. At least he assumed not. He nodded, turning around and considering what their next move could be. Telling her to wait would be pointless, so he'd have to send her on something to keep her occupied but hidden. He also quickly reminded himself to praise her. "Good work, Cela. Very good. We need to lure them into the Force cages on the tenth level. Once we have them captured we can torture them and do whatever we want. Maybe more will come. Wait with me a few minutes though first."
He pondered the situation. This was certain to excite the Barabel with the prospect of more prey, but he had to admit even he was looking forward to this. He loved fighting Jedi. It was fun. Possibly more fun than Cera. Maybe. If they got the Jedi into the Force cages there'd be no way for them to get out. But Jedi aren't stupid. That's why he'd knocked out the lights on the whole of that floor. But the Jedi would be waiting, so they'd need to bait their trap. He decided to bounce ideas from Cela, to see if she gave him the inspiration that could get them to capture some live meat.
"Cela, how to you make a Jedi move when they don't want to?"
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Jun 4, 2009 19:15:35 GMT -5
Post by Cavalry King on Jun 4, 2009 19:15:35 GMT -5
Soka was sitting in the darkness of the shipyard. The people milling about, doing their daily routines. He could sense their apprehension, feel their fear. The attacks were still fresh in their minds but life must go on. His eyes darted about the room scanning for anything suspicious. He had spread his senses as far as he could, making sure he always felt his companion. These people before him, they were in danger because of the people trying to protect them. The thought kept surfacing in his mind, it served only to strengthen his resolve. He would not fail them, he would not fail in his duties. His was a life of service - service to the Republic, to the people, to the Order, and to the Force. Death was not a fear for him - there is no Death, only the Force.
He was content to wait, the attack was soon, that he knew, but exactly when and where eluded him. He knew his enemies to be of the perverse desire to test themselves against Jedi. This would be useful. They would not hesitate if they knew of Jedi presence. If anything happened to either Rhissai or him, he knew that the other would soon arrive. Their division was also useful for it prevented them from both being caught in a trap. To their enemies, there would only be one Jedi. Hopefully they would spring their trap and make their presence known to one. When that happens, the other would arrive and spring the trap. It wasn't a lavish or multifaceted plan. It was simple, and effective, plus it is the only thing they could do.
As he searched the force, looking for anything it happened. The shipyard rocked slightly as the combined force of the multiple explosions reached him. He had sensed it moments before it happened. Still he received no warning from Rhissai. She wasn't ready for him, and he felt her presence still so she was still living. His mind remained calm and focused. He began a slow walk toward the edges of the shipyard. The people around him were panicking, trying to escape but he walked and waited. He would wait for Rhissai and stick to the plan. He trusted her to call for him when it was time. When she did, he would not hesitate as he did now.
His senses heightened as he continued to search for anything else that might alert him. The Dark Jedi could have spread out.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Jun 5, 2009 11:58:03 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 5, 2009 11:58:03 GMT -5
((Okays, by no means does it come close to the awesomeness of Squee's post, but I am proud of this one.))
Rhissai closed those fiery green eyes of hers as she sat on her little perch, snaking out the tendrils of thought that was her awareness until they could slither no further. She lightly touched some of the people's minds, but ever so lightly, just enough to let them know that they were, indeed, safe. Safety. The Jedi's presence in this situation made that very word a joke. It was at times like this that Master Arckan began to wonder if the Jedi Order was, in fact, doing more harm than good in the galaxy. No. The fact of the matter was that the kind of people (if they could be called that) that attacked the shipyard would be running amok in the galaxy if it weren't for the Order. No, the Jedi cannot help everyone in the galaxy... but they really can't be expected to... they weren't deities after all.
Contrary to popular belief.
It was honestly almost funny. Some people believed that the Jedi were some kind of omnipotent super-beings that could meld the wrong-doers of the galaxy to their will. Either turning them into peace loving bunny rabbits bounding down the lane or into cooling corpses on the road to peace and prosperity. That couldn't be further from the truth. Make no mistake, the Jedi did the best they could... but they were not numerous enough to even make a scratch at stopping all of the crime and injustice that was going on in the 'verse. The woman gave a sigh as she looked around.
Why did that speeder stop suddenly? In the middle of traffic? The woman blinked at the man, who was looking down at where she guessed his fuel pods where. She delved into the Force for the answer to this man's actions... spreading those tendrils of her thoughts towards the man and his machine. Those little points of her thoughts quickly skimmed the man's surface thoughts. He heard beeping from the fuel tank. She promptly turned her attention to the speeder's fuel reserve. What she found there was disturbing.... it was a bomb. Rhissai stood up and began to yell just as the thing exploded, sending igneous plumes of flame every which way. The concussion from the blast forced the woman back into her seat just as a few secondary explosions erupted out from seemingly random points in the structure.
It took Rhissai a few moments to recover from the blast, and the sudden wave of fear from the people that assaulted her senses. The pain, it wasn't hers... but it ripped and rended at her mind nonetheless, as did the fear that struck her heart. Though the woman could resist the latter far easier than the former. the Jedi Master worked constantly to throw up her mental shields as best she could, focusing on converting her mind into a great bastion of stone and mortar... one so thick that even the greatest of armies couldn't penetrate. After the walls were constructed the maelstrom pain, agony, fear, and death that raged around her was easily warded off by the great citadel that was her mind.
“Mas... Master Soka! There was an explosion at my shipyard. Though, the pair have not revealed themselves just yet,” the thought snaked from her mind to Atu's as she shot up and hurried down to the inferno that raged below. There was honestly very little that she could do to stop the fire, that was the local authorities' job, but she could ease pain. The woman stopped a man with the Force, he had caught fire so stopping him with her hands was not a good alternative, and slowly set him down via the soft cushion of her Force powers. She spoke to the man soothingly, adding weight to her words in the Force, in an attempt to calm him down.
“Shh... shh... you are going to be alright. Shh...”
The woman knelt down next to the man after he the fire was extinguished (via stop, drop, 'n' roll) and put both of her hands over his charred flesh. She focused her thoughts into a wall to stave off the pain that was trying to enter his mind, while this did not completely take away the pain it did dull it considerably. At least now he wasn't writhing around like a snake in the hot sand. A cool blue aura set in around her hand just as she began to focus her powers on soothing the hapless soul's burns. Rhissai pushed away the dead skin so that new skin could, much like the fire bird of her home world, grow out from the ashes of the old. It wasn't long until the man's seared flesh was replaced by new, pristine, skin. She moved to the next person with a slight sigh.
She was just done healing the second victim by the time that the authorities arrived on the scene to put out the fire, and they did so very quickly. Rhiss was about to shift her attention to a third person when the medical personnel scooped up all of the wounded and scurried off to the hopsital. Again, she sighed and inadvertently broadcast a thought for all force-sensitives in the area to hear, “I do hope no one else loses their life over this wretched attempt to gain our attention.”
She waited for her companion to arrive on the scene before moving anywhere, but then... it wasn't like she could. Rhissai had not seen the Dark Jedi, nor had she even sensed the evil being.
She waited...
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Jun 5, 2009 12:30:09 GMT -5
Post by Cavalry King on Jun 5, 2009 12:30:09 GMT -5
The throng of people, scared and confused made senseing anything difficult. He was surrounded by life bursting with wild emotions. Anything beyond the fear of the crowd was difficult to feel. They rushed in a direction opposite to Soka, he fought his way to maintain his course. He still hadn't heard from Rhissai. However, Soka was ready, and when he received the telepathic message from his companion he did not hesitate. He sprung into action. With a force enhanced flip, he began racing along one of the pipes on the wall of the shipyard. It would have been impossible to move in the direction of the shipyard when all others were moving opposite. His mind was calm and focused, he knew what would have to be done.
The scene was one of carnage, as he approached the shipyard, all became apparent. A series of explosions had rocked the building. People were trying to flood form the building, but the congestion was delaying them. He could see the injuries on the people. Others were crying. Fear and panic marked all. Local authorities had to push their way through in order to get inside. Soka raised his hood over his head and moved behind the wall of Duro troopers. Once inside, he could feel Rhissai. He saw her as she finished healing with her second victim and was looking to help others. He shook his head. She should have begun to search for the Darksiders. Her empathy was distracting her from the mission. No matter, the Republic would handle the situation from here. Their duty was now the Dark Siders.
He ran over to Rhissai, still with his hood up, hopefully disguising himself from at least a distance and said anxiously, "What did you see?" He already knew what happened from what he saw and heard, so he didn't have to ask. He wished to move as quickly as possible with their current task. He did not know how far the Darksiders had gotten.
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Squee
The Keeper
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Jun 6, 2009 5:45:54 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Jun 6, 2009 5:45:54 GMT -5
Cela had hardly calmed down when Pol had said she had done good work. Of course she had done good work! She had found a Jedi! That was good work, yes, very good. And Cela worshiped herself over it. Pol had been in here, or somewhere, she knew, playing with his own mind, playing with his prey, toying with his victims.
Much like Cela did. Cela dwelled on as much terror she could get from her victims. To do that, she had to force new personalities on the people sometimes. Whether that was from lighting up fireworks to ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ at or simply shaking some rattling device at the people until they acted like mewling babies without their mother. But, mommy was there now. Mommy thought she could protect her babies with a glow stick, and fend off a predator such as Cela Wrobban the barabel. Mommy did, some times, reach into a top hat and withdrew a bunny rabbit from thin air. And shift cards in her hands and play magic tricks before the babies’ eyes. And sometimes those magic tricks reached the eyes of the predator. And sometimes they made the predator nervous, more to the tricks than the glow stick. Glow sticks could be slapped away. Magic card tricks were harder to undo.
Cela just had to remember to pull out the deck before Mommy did. She had to shuffle the cards and hide a few up her sleeve. She had to be prepared for the challenge of magic the mommy would call. Because once Mommy knew what the predator was doing, she knew the predator was there. And the predator could no longer shuffle her own deck and make the cards how she wanted them. Could no longer push and make the outcome lean toward her more. No, Cela had to make sure her cards were set the way she wanted them before the mother found her. Under the careful gaze of Mommy, no one wanted to make a fool of themselves in front of Mommy. Even if it wasn’t their mother.
The barabel stared down at Pol, listening, and had failed to keep whistling to allow her mouth the dry. Saliva dripped from Cela’s mouth and once she noticed, she shook her head like a dog, sending it everywhere and beginning to breathe heavily through her mouth, circulating that air again. Her amber reptile eyes burned down into her smaller companion.
“Thiz one doezn’t like torture too much…” Cela reminded her companion, her old accent and way of speaking sliding back under her wet tongue. She was a little calmer now, more than she had been when rounding that corner and charging at him in great bounds of hyperactivity. The prospect of a fight was simply stirring a dangerous mixture within the barabel, feelings of excitement and ideas of dangerous outcomes being two main ingredients. “But, cages it will be. Animals need to be caged once and a while to be reminded they were bad. Bad, bad, bad.” She whistled, the air passing long through her lungs. “Torture he likes, he sayz, he wantz. Thiz one hopez he won’t forget what she likes, hm?”
She liked the emotional, mental, internal bit of it all. Physical torture would not induce too much fear in a Jedi. And that’s all Cela wanted. She wanted that fear. She needed to smell it, taste it, hunt after it. It was her greatest lust. She wanted her toys, her little dollies that she moved across the city with a simple explosion, to become insane. She wanted to drive such fear into them they became insane. Because when one became insane, one became unpredictable. And if one was good at being unpredictable, and was good at controlling the unpredictability of themselves, then one became a frighteningly good opponent. And Cela wanted a frighteningly good opponent to face. They all became her prey in the end, the running prey, the insane prey. Prey that could fight for a while. Cela thrived on it.
“As for his question…” Cela smacked her scaly tail on the ground, sending a few loose scales tingling to the floor. Her forked tongue flickered in and our and she smacked her pebbly lips. She lowered her body onto all fours, her head now down below Pol’s. Her hood was down, however, exposing her armored head, and that tongue continued to peep in and out like a snake’s. Cela paced a circle around Pol, tail sweeping behind her and claws clicking cleanly on the floor. And then she smacked her tail again, sissing noises seeping from around the corners her mouth, her lips drawn back to express her twin rows of sharp teeth. “Pol doesn’t know what to do himself besidez darken a room and prepare silly Force cages. Funny man, he is, funny man.
“Cela has set up her firebirds, she haz. And her firebirds will sing when thiz one commands it so. Their voices will sing spectacularly, she thinkz, when she givez them the call by pushing the button. I have set my firebirds in many a placez, and they are ready for distracting and blinding the precious fish. Thiz one has given them a hook, or… her a hook. Jedi was a raven, she was, a pretty little raven. No match for the singing of my firebirds. But, hooks, hooks, yes, the hooks, fishing hooks attached to fishing lines! Cela set her toys at the end of the hook and one of this onez silly firebirds over sang herself and exploded. Killed my toy. Oh… well…” She said this relating to the recent explosion, mocking some sadness at losing a ‘toy’, or person.
“But, the precious Jedi will nibble on hook, thiz one thinks, and the fishies must be blind. I have set up more of my dollies to be present when the firebirds raise their voices. Distraction, mayhaps, to some ways, but, will lead closer to tenth floor. Cannot sing in that building though, otherwise the building crashes. Silly man.” Cela was back on her hind legs again, walking as she spoke, simply in thought. “But, but, I have no problems hiding my toys in the dark. Set up a… a… message bird.” And Cela produced a comlink from her cloak. “A birdie that can be followed… To tenth floor. Maybe, just idea. Or, or, or…” Cela seemed to grow excited again, hisses and sissing coming before words. “Or we can play hide and seek, yes! Thiz one is good at hide and seek. The precious ones would not sense thiz one.”
Otherwise, there were people set up where her demolitions were placed. They could be distractions leading to the building of where the cages resided. But demolitions would only work up to the building. From there, something else had to lead the Jedi on into the building and up to the levels of the Force cages. Whether that was frightening more people, Cela’s ‘dollies’, or Cela could be the leading instrument herself, tempting the Jedi with little bits and pieces of herself while leading them on. And Cela believed herself good at this kind of ‘hide and seek’. Really, Cela just wanted to toy with and have fun with the Jedi before Pol got his greedy hands on them and satisfied his urge to torture painfully in a physical way.
She stopped, blinking at Pol with those cold amber eyes that seemed to gleam with insanity. “Hehehe… Silly man does not know how to reel in fish. Does not know how to hunt, maybe? No, not hunting well. Not like thiz one. The bait must remain tasty and fresh, funny Pol. The fish must want to chase bait. With good bait, we lure precious fish into our fishnets, and then fishies are ours. This one would like to play hide and seek, but thiz one will not swim into a fish net, for fear she will be stuck there with fishies and dying with the Jedi I do not want to be!” She made this clear with thump of her tail and the baring of her teeth. “Need new bait, Pol, need new bait after hide and seek. Hide and seek can make it to tenth floor. From there, Jedi are no longer fishies. They are mice. And mice are careful creatures. A mouse trap will not get them into the Force cages. Mice too smart for mouse traps.” A frustrated appearance overcame the barabel’s features and Cela paced some more, musing to herself as she stared at the ground. “I do not know how to make hunt go all the way. Thiz one’s plan is fuzzy in the middle.”
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 6, 2009 7:02:02 GMT -5
Pol smirked at the Barabel's behaviour. Still excited, still enthusiastic. He observed her eyes glaze over... at least, the Barabelian equivelant. She was probably in her own little world, thinking of something to do with the Jedi. She was always excitable around Jedi. Honestly, though, so was he. Jedi actually fought back when they were attacked. Well, usually. More often than the troops who ended up running when they found they couldn't hit him. Cela liked that part. Liked causing the troops to run to a corner, enjoying the psychological torture, the fear. She fed on it, he let her have this fun when they chased them. Observed, making sure she didn't ruin them for his fun. His enjoyment was often less psychological and more physical. Broken bones, maybe pull off a hand. Whatever he felt like at the time really. The reactions were certainly varied.
"I know you don't like my type of torture as much as yours, Cela, don't worry. You can have your fun and then I'll have mine. It's how we always do it. Though I might stress that I'd like to break a leg at least, just in case we get extra visitors. We wouldn't want to lose them, we'd prefer if they left their friends behind." He smirked, song lyrics diving into his head immediately. "And your friends don't dance, and if they don't dance then they're no friends of mine..." He chuckled. He was so clever sometimes. Well, most of the time. Intelligence was something he prided himself on. Anyone who argued against usually didn't last long.
She talked about the only tactics he'd apparently employed on the tenth floor. Darkening the room and preparing Force cages took time. He'd also had to seal off certain rooms to funnel the Jedi towards the Force cages in the first place. Not something that can be done easily, really. He shrugged, not taking much notice of her criticism. He knew she had been setting up fireworks and explosions because he'd given them to her. So now she was proposing that they either have the Jedi follow fireworks up to the tenth floor, or have Cela lead them there. Considering Jedi were not like moths, the explosions would do little more than hinder their movement.
"OK Cela, it will be hide and seek then. I know you enjoy that. Keep silent and out of sight. The Jedi are not to see you. Use the Force to open doors and activate lifts to guide them towards the tenth floor. If possible cut off their exits from rooms... Fry control panels and pull down walls. Once we get them to the tenth floor we will wait for them to wander towards the Force cages and engage them. Get them to step onto the cage and activate them. Very simple, and you will not be caught and die with the Jedi." He concluded. The plan was much too simple when placed in a word format. In reality it would be a long, difficult process of prodding the Jedi to travel in the direction they wanted them to go without revealing themselves. Then they had to stop the elevator at the tenth floor and get in front of the Jedi enough to be able to manipulate them to the Force cages.
He considered the complexity and strain it would put on her to both remain hidden and manipulate the environment, so decided to abandon his plan of waiting on the tenth floor. "I'll be coming with you to help with the hiding, you'll be the one making most of the breaking things, OK?" He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, feeling for his saber on his wrist. And then the other three he had apprehended from Jedi on other missions. One had bled green. That had been interesting. Still, other failures, trophies that he would use when he felt like it. Fun colours to make light shows with. He would be quite inclined to have a blue or a purple to go with his green, orange, red and yellow ones. Maybe one of these Jedi had them, he couldn't wait to find out. The cloak billowed behind as he walked, heading towards the elevator to take him directly to the Jedi.
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Post by Squee on Jun 9, 2009 16:02:42 GMT -5
A low sissing sound built up in Cela’s throat, happy and delighted and full of anxiety to get things rolling. Hide and seek! They were going to play hide and seek with the Jedi! It was going to be fun. Mommy now had to come hunt them out, play the predator’s game. If she wanted to kill the predator, she’d have to play the game.
And whether Mommy knew she was going to have to play it or not, it didn’t matter. She was going to be forced to. Because the predator wanted to play. Her scales were tingling with such excitement!
“Thiz one’s tail is quivering, she is excited. She wants to play the game now…” And Cela didn’t have to wait long, just stand by, whistling to clear the overwhelming saliva with her ear holes turned toward Pol, listening to what he wanted her to do. Made sense, it did. But Cela was still confused on how they would get such cautious mice, the Jedi, to walk on those Force cages. Surely they wouldn’t be dumb enough to walk around the darkness blind. Surely they had lightsabers. If the Jedi had any glow stick, she would be keen on using it, Cela knew, in those dark places that Pol had created their stand. Maybe Pol was too caught up with himself and fantasizing those light shows of his. She saw him run hand on his lightsabers. Trinkets, merely, to Cela. She only had one and was satisfied with it. But, then again, she was very specialized in the Force, where Pol wasn’t so strong at.
Her nostrils flared and her claws scrambled as she followed after Pol, bobbing her head in a way that suggested she understood all of what he had said. She didn’t mind that he came along, two were sometimes better than one and he simply wanted to be part of the game, Cela figured. She had to draw back up to her hind legs in the lift and press her tail around the length of it to fit with Pol, and she had made it clear to him with a baring of her teeth that she was going on the same lift with him. Impatient as a child to begin a game. However, she hit a different button than Pol.
“Hide and seek requires being a good hider,” Cela rumbled, looking at Pol. Her saliva issue was receding. “Spiders are amazing hiders. Thiz one respectz them a lot. So, I am pretending to be spider. And as any spider, weave a web to capture Jedi.” She lifted a side of her cloak away and withdrew two buttons. “Half of thiz one’z firebirds shall listen to the show maker.” She blinked her yellow tinted eyes at him. “Show maker must promise to take care of them. Very carefully. Once he makes the second one sing, thiz one will respond.” And the lift stopped for her and she dropped the buttons onto Pol’s hand and scurried from the lift, hanging an almost instant right before the lift closed and descended again.
From there, a window, and the barabel squeezed from it and scaled the building to a ledge between two levels. Remembering, she whipped her head to the side and let go with her forelimbs, pushing off with her back. Twisting like a cat, her claws scraped the ledge briefly before the jumped up another ledge, bringing her now another level up. And she prowled around it, going along the side and sliding down the slanted roofing, dropping onto a shorter building and that all but brought her to the shipyard. Scaling and pulling herself up another wall… and now she could see into the shipyard, see the remains of her explosives, and savor the fear that smelled as delicious as a fleshy soup. She almost started to drool again, but ignored and banned the instinctive reaction. She found the raven haired woman easily. Cela was being more careful, her presence masked behind other interference. She climbed up higher still, and in the light parts she appeared nothing as a silhouette.
She paused. Another Jedi? Mayhap, next to her, in the cloak, speaking to her. The forms were rather tiny to her, but she remained stone, staring long and hard as her brain engaged in hunting instincts, which doubled as her working instincts. He, too, smelt of the Force, but not as strong as the pretty raven beside him. She made a finer meal to Cela, but, he was also there.
“Pol, another mouse, next to the pretty raven. He’s not as yummy smelling to me, though,” she thought out to him. “Could be just my nose, though, blind as it sometimes is, just as my eyes.” course, part of that is a lie. She wasn’t taking any chances. If the raven was as good as she reeked with the Force, she might be able to pick up the thought. With hope staying to mind, the barabel had cast a possible distraction, turning away the attention from the thought belonging to Dark Jedi. Perhaps with a little luck, the Jedi would think it was an insane person thinking to herself, remembering a loved one or something. The barabel hissed softly, the thought of Pol possibly being a lover of hers making her laugh.
She needed another distraction to set a plan in motion. The barabel withdrew another one of her buttons, checking to see which one it would set off, then pulled out the other and pressed that button instead. Another explosion rocked the shipyard, vehicles and part of a ship in a working progress alighted in flame. Her firebird did well. The fear and panic and terror simply swelled, settling like a thick smog over a city. And the barabel was happy, pressing yet another one, leaving two more firebirds at her disposal. This time, parts of the ship being hauled around caused a ricocheting popping and snapping sounds. It set off a chain reaction, this being one of her chained explosions, hitting and scarring ships and parts of a building and craters being built into the ground.
And then did Cela begin her scramble downward. The explosions should keep the Jedi busy. The Force rippled with the scare of the living bodies, and others who heard the explosions were donating that fear as well. Such a thick smoke, it should do to mask Cela’s dealings as she funneled that fear into a single being. She hit the floor, tailing weaving, and snatched at the nearest person and covered their mouth with her clawed and scaled hand. They clung to her arm and she dragged them into the shelter and shadow of tall equipment. In a smooth motion, Cela whirled, pressing the wriggling, frightened body against the wall. She smiled, her pointed teeth showing and the embers of her eyes almost seeming to glow. Her tongue flickered, catching the tears of her victim, the salt tingling.
“Now, listen here,” Cela said, lowly, forming herself around the being, pressing some of her presence, risking herself as well, menacingly to her victim. “You’re going to do me a favor or simply die.” And Cela, using the shocked state of the crying victim to her advantage, swarmed the mind with images, forcing them to sear into the brain and stain the memory strongly. Images of the dark, of red lightsabers and dark formed beings. Cela sucked in the fear around her and shoved it with the images. The tears were now coming down through the open eyes of her victim.
“Go, now, tell those Jedi what you have seen,” Cela said to the being, though the ghost figures now in the brain also spoke aloud. Cela dropped her hand from the being’s mouth, releasing the last of the murderous, dangerous, terror filled images to their memory and backed off and the victim hyperventilated. Seeming stunned at first, the tears still coming freely, the barabel gave a hiss. The being leapt and darted from the shadows, shrieking for the Jedi as the scarring images still came clear. Cela nodded, tongue flickering and savoring the taste of the tears on her tongue. The plan was set. Her doll would tell exactly where the Dark Jedi wanted the Jedi to go. And that was just fine for her, because they didn’t risk Pol’s instructions. And it would set them on the right person. A terror filled person like that and the Jedi would be sure to listen.
Cela was almost a hundred percent on that as she climbed the wall again, settling in part shadow and part light so she could watch the events unfold and make sure they went accordingly. Cela was not done shuffling her cards, because the Jedi may not be done with theirs. The plan was beginning, and the game was started. But the next card drawn may not be what is wanted or expected.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 13, 2009 19:49:10 GMT -5
((OOC: Apologies for tardiness. Won't let it happen again, sirrah!))
“So much senseless death and destruction. For what? For a Dark Jedi to simply test their strength against me?” The thought rippled out to any Force sensitives in the area as she gazed at the carnage, “its so... wrong. It undermines everything that we try to accomplish.” Those great bastions whose brick and mortar were comprised of mind and thought were beginning to collapse after she completed the mending process on the second victim. That thought managed to venture out from the protective, but failing, barriers around her mind and slither out into the world.
“What did you see?”
Emerald eyes darted about until they found the source of the voice, which happened to be a hooded man. It took her distressed mind a few second to register the hooded man that stood over her sitting form, a small sigh of relief escaped her lips as her mind finally recognized the shape as Master Soka. What did she see? She saw many things. Like unnecessary death, destruction, and suffering, all because of their presence on the planet. The woman was about to say just this, but she cooled her tongue, attempting to suppress her emotions as best she can.
“I... I saw nothing. There was no sig-”
A great explosion cut her off mid sentence, and the spectral agony assaulted her crumbling mental barriers. The pain smashed itself against the failing walls, speeding the process up as she tried to stand. Rhissai's knees began to buckle as a new wave of anguish slammed against and through her once great and powerful mental barriers. The phantasmal agony slashed at her mind with great claws, causing her to fall back down on her knees, pressing the bottom of her palms against her temples.
It took the woman a few long moments to regain her composure, despite the fact that the pain still prickled at her mind like a thousand needles, and she began to focus on shifting the properties of her thoughts once again. Thoughts and memories slowly shifted and swirled around her mind until they suddenly stopped, and hardened, setting into a giant protective crystalline structure around her mind. This crystalline wall was strong, far stronger than the bastion that it was built over. She barely had time to stand up before a hysterical woman came out from around the corner and began to babble about seeing dark figures with blood red swords. She glanced over at her companion as she slowly moved to intercept the woman, speaking in her own tongue soothingly.
Shh... shh... <<It will be okay, it will be okay.>>
Aphithiri: It was a funny language. It could be soothing when the speaker wanted it to be, yet it could incite fear in the worst of one's enemies if she so chose. She was hearing the more beautiful and soothing of tones, and she seemed to calm down some, much like a baby after hearing the calming words of her mother. Soft hands slowly moved up to put her hands on the woman's temples as she proceeded to gingerly gather the information that the victim was failing to try and give her.
The images... they were disturbing. So disturbing and painful in fact that she turned to her partner with tears in her eyes, repeating a simple phrase.
“10th floor... 10th floor....”
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Post by Cavalry King on Jun 13, 2009 23:57:29 GMT -5
Master Soka almost pitied Rhissai for her great empathy. He viewed it however, as a distraction, almost a weakness. Her emotions were surging over her, no not her emotions, their emotions. She felt it as they did. He felt the need to say something to her, but she already knew anything he could tell her about her current state. He simply watched on the sidelines as she attempted to compose herself and suppress the emotions. Finally she began to speak then the explosion. Another wave of fear, pain, and suffering shot out through the force. It affected him more than he lead on to believe but outwardly he let out nothing but a slight wince of pain. He prioritized, was able to clear that distraction from his mind. He remembered his battle techniques, he heard himself repeating the mantra of his master in his mind, mental distractions are the keys to defeat, focus one's thoughts to achieve victory. It was for times like these that he had spent so many hours in preparation for battle, his mind was like a smooth, rounded surface, firmly grounded on an open plain. The winds of distraction were not resisted, allowing his mind to slowly erode, but passed by him like water. This is what made him a formidable opponent, his ability to retain a cool and level head no matter the chaos around him. Some felt him cold, callous, and distant from the affairs of the galaxy, but that wasn't it at all. He was just as aware of the winds of change, the struggles of the galaxy, as most, he simply accepted them until he could change them.
He watched as Rhissai crumpled over at the new agony. He had not expected this of a Jedi Master. He was going to leave her there to center herself while he began to search but a frantic woman came rushing towards them. She spoke of horrors, and an evil barabel who sent her, at least that it what he made out of her incoherent pleas for help and her reporting what she had seen. Immediately he knew what happened, they were being baited. He was trying to piece it together and was going to ask a question but Rhissai had already began to calm the woman. Perhaps her great empathy suited her for this kind of thing. When she turned she had tears in her eyes. Her emotions were dangerously powerful, he feared that all of this pain, this fear, that she may be absorbing too much. If one's mind was not prepared and allowing these things to pass through it, it would weigh the mind down, sit and stew in her heart, if she allowed it to boil over, he may be faced with three Dark Jedi at the end of the day. He feared that with Rhissai's overwhelming emotions and strong tie to the force, that even he could not defeat her if she gave into them. But he let that thought pass as well. It was definitely not a distraction though, it was a valid thought for him to have in the back of his head given the situation.
With the woman calmer and apparently Rhissai having gained some information from her, Soka felt better but asked for himself, "What did you see exactly, please spare the adjectives." His tone was neutral and he spoke as he usually did, although he tried to be a little empathetic towards her. This was usually why he was thought as callous, this woman was in such fear and he continued as if nothing really happened to her, like she shouldn't be given much time to calm. He needed information, and she had it.
She gave him an odd look and told of the second explosion and the barabel that took her in a dark corner, filled her with horrid images, and told her to tell the Jedi to follow them. Perhaps Rhissai could recount the experience better but that was all Soka desired to know of what just transpired.
He looked to Rhissai, he remembered she was not a padawan, otherwise he would have scolded her. He could only say, "Master Rhissai, we must not allow ourselves to succumb to these dark emotions, otherwise our judgement will not be clear...". He said we so as to not make it seem like he was trying to teach her something, but instead pointing out a real danger to them both. It was true and applied to both of them, but Soka was not very inclined to feel for these people. If he allowed himself to feel their pain now, he could not help them to make the pain cease. His goal was longstanding peace for them, not momentary comfort in finding someone sympathetic to their own pain.
After he let it sink in for a moment, he continued, "It appears we are being baited. 10th floor, of that building. I sense a trap but we cannot stay here and contemplate the situation. Any thoughts?"
As he said it he looked around the scene for anything that might help them, anything that might give him an idea as to how to approach this threat.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 14, 2009 5:46:15 GMT -5
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow?" The voice echoed down the corridors of the empty area as he continued to amuse himself. "I live in a flat, you useless prat, so how the hell would I know?" Well, that song was finished. Not the best or the longest, but it was amusing to children. Children, the so called 'future'. How could children be the future? In the future they aren't children any more, they're adults. That statement always bugged him. He paced across the floor from side to side. They'd be here soon, he just had to be patient.
"I've got a lovely bunch of Kuat nuts, deedly deedly, there they are all standing in a row... Big ones, small ones..." He tapped the wall in time. The wall clicked, not hollow. Not that it was particularly important. Unless he intended to jump through the wall, in which case it could hurt. Not like he'd be doing that any time soon. He'd be more inclined to throwing other people through. Or into, making a nice big dent in a humanesque shape. Like mosaic, only more three dimensional. Wall art, of sorts. But he was getting distracted. The men were getting closer now. Just round the corner. He adopted a calm, relaxed pose by the wall and summoned the hat he'd found toward him. It was a worker's hat, to protect against heavy things falling.
The group of security officers arrived at the corridor, finding the man leaning against the wall. They approached slowly, blasters in hand. "Excuse me, sir, we'll need you to vacate this area." Pol stood there, unmoving, the slight tapping of his fingers the only clue that he was actually awake. Well, that and that he was standing up. The man stepped forward a little. "Sir? Are you alright?" Pol looked up a little, grinning. Oh he was alright, he was definately alright. "Oh I'm super, thanks for asking. All things considered I couldn't be better, I must say." The man stepped back, a little confused and worried. "Oh yes I'm super, no nothing bugs me. Everything is super when you're... don't you think I look good in this hat?"
A silence fell on the corridor as Pol pulled off the hat and twirled it around his arm. The men looked to each other, wondering just what they needed to do about the mad man in front of them. They stepped back a little, waiting for the leader to give them some sort of indication. Retreat? Fire? Subdue? No one was really sure, so the sergeant tried once more. "Sir, are you alright? Do you need medical aid?" Pol smiled, fingering the detonator trigger in his hidden hand.
"That's right, yo, and I'm in the flow. Pumpin' up the volume along with the tempo. I want everyone in these yards to know, I came here tonight to hear the crowd go..." The button was pushed, and he could hear the explosions from the other side of the complex. The room shook from the force of the explosions and the men collapsed to the floor from the sudden surge of vibrations. Pol, however, remained standing. "Boom, shake shake, shake the room."
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 17, 2009 2:01:15 GMT -5
Empathetic. That wasn't quite the word that Rhissai would use to describe herself. No. Well, actually more empathy came the more prowess one had with telepathy, it really couldn't be helped. It was a double edged sword: the more acute to people's thoughts one became the more sensitive one was to their pain. If one was skilled enough at it they could actually sense others' pain through the Force. The Jedi master was very skilled with telepathy, and with that she was very acute to people's thoughts. One of the best at the temple, or so a few of her peers had said to her, not that she believed such things of course. Rhissai was many things, but arrogant was not one of them.
While her mental defenses were great, they sometimes fail fail her. Especially so when there was an indescribable amount of pain and agony washing over her barriers through the Force. Normally the pain that washed over her would have done just that: washed around her barriers like water off of a Nabooan duck's back. But, the emotions that were not her own did not wash over her barriers like such, for they were temporarily weakened and riddled with holes for the water to seep in and cause havoc due. That was from the first wave whose source was so close to her... so naturally when the second wash hit her weakened barriers all that it had to do was get below the abstract stone and mortar before it ripped them away.
That and she didn't quite expect a second bomb to go off. That most certainly caught her by surprise... she wouldn't let it happen again. Then, viewing the memories of the woman didn't help any either. Everything, memories, images, the environment, even the average pastry had an emotion about it. So, those dark emotions slipped through her mental barriers as she allowed the image to seep through. It was unavoidable.
So, for all of those reasons, it was only natural for Atu to believe that Rhissai was succumbing to those emotions. Or so she reasoned. The woman took care to ensure that her words carried no bite whatsoever, that would only make the man more edgy... and she didn't want to insult him. Especially now.
“I know that most of all, Master Soka.”
She replied to his second statement first, it was a well known fact that she was redeemed from the Dark Side two decades ago. The woman paused for a second to relive the woman's atrocious memories. After but a moments thought, she spoke.
“There was movement. The twist of a shadow, two shadows, no, only one shadow. It was difficult to tell in the gloom of the darkened area around it....them. She was certain it was more than one now as two bloody lights flamed to life then moved in different directions, independently. Movement other than the two shades that flitted about the area. Fading lights, some snuffed out swiftly, other dimming gradually, dotted the area around the twin shadows of Death himself. Bloody shadows flickered off of objects falling to the floor, the sickening shadow play against the walls of the area giving the dizzying feeling of a great hight as the drama played on in her mind. Finally the sickening dance came to it's finale as the harbingers of darkness were plunged into darkness once more as their deadly weapons were extinguished.”
Let it never be said that she wasn't cryptic from time to time.
So, with that image, she was brought back to her reasons for healing those people. She found that if one caused pain then one receives pain in return. Just as if one ignores the plight of others one gets ignored in return. That musing was one of the myriads of reasons why she healed those people... and it was simply the right thing to do. “Be careful when fighting monsters, lest you become one. Do nothing to ease the pain of injured people and we are no better than the ones that caused it in the first place,” the Aphithiri saying echoed in her mind. It was followed by one of her master's musings.
“That may be the case. As I said: We must spring the trap. If we don't... I fear that we will never find them. I believe that they will only cont-”
She was cut off by another explosion as it rocked the station. The shear agony and death quickly washed over the crystalline structure of her mind. The hard, yet smoothed surface allowed for the ocean to easily flow over it, not affecting her mind in the least. That was saying quite a lot, for the agony that was cast aside was stronger than the wave pummeled her previous barrier into dust. Despite her mental stability the raven haired woman nearly lost her physical balance from the explosion that shuddered the ship yard. She tilted her head upwards and gazed at Master Soka through those fiery green pools that were her eyes.
“I believe that they will only continue this madness until we spring their little trap. The thing is... we can't be surprised by it.”
((OOC: I really doubt that the woman would connect bad images in her head and the Barabel, Cav. And thats quite a hypothesis that he has with what little info that we have been given. Ohh well, I can take it and run I suppose. Also: I don't take credit for the quote from Frederick Nietzsche, nor the cryptic description of the image that Tal gave. Yes, I know, >_> *wishes he was more cryptic so he could have done it* mucho kudos btw))
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Aug 1, 2009 3:20:10 GMT -5
The vibrations from the first explosion were beginning to simmer towards a rest, and Pol could already find himself fingering the detonator for the final set of explosives. If he set them off... it would be fun. It would certainly be awesome, to have another lot go off and cause some big explosions. Some nice ones that would kill lots of people and make some big holes in the shipyards, maybe even causing some spreading structural damage. He could only home. He pressed his thumb along the edge of the remote, sighing softly. He'd wait for his companion to have some fun for a while. The Barabel probably deserved it. She was useful and dedicated, at least as far as she didn't want to kill him anymore. There was certainly some use for her to be had, too. Agile, flexible, and just a hint of savageness about her. He rather enjoyed it.
A moan resounded from behind him and he turned slowly to the semi-conscious body in front of him. Only one arm was missing, and the man was doing well to put up with the pain. Pol smiled, grabbing the front of the man's shirt and dragging him unfairly towards a railing a few feet away. He leaned over, seeing the great fall below through several levels, culminating in the overall arrival at the bottom where several people were actually still moving about. He gave a mocking wave of the hand to the man, who barely registered the motion before being flung over the railing, hurtling down towards the ground with a scream. Pol watched. He waited. Watched, waited, further and further, the scream echoing more and more. Then a thud as he landed, with more screams, and Pol cheered himself, managing to have the man land on someone else far below.
Pol danced a little away from the railings, almost feeling overjoyed at what they were doing at the moment. Now, all he had to do was head over to the trapped floor and wait for the Jedi there. He'd set the explosions off along the way, of course, and... oops. He glanced at the device in his hands, just realising in his glee he'd managed to press the final detonation button. Snarling a little, he tossed the useless thing over the edge after the body. Fine. He'd just have to get there quicker. But ooh, the explosions. He could hear these, and they were the best of all. They were wonderful. He stalked away from the rails, heading for the elevators. He couldn't wait for the Jedi to arrive.
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