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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 13, 2009 3:04:44 GMT -5
((apparently we're not done with this thread yet...Vex has something to give you guys O.o UPDATED!! No more DJ all, sorry Ryn, figured mando might be better suited...yay lightsaber resistant beskar armor and weapons!))
All she could do was blink once (and try not to laugh) at the blur of motion that was suddenly the jedi…especially when he told Vex to take her, then picked up the two royals and sped off to force only knew where. Turning to Vex, who seemed rather pleased with the change of events, she waited to see what his ‘instructions’ would be. Obviously she wasn’t waiting for verbal instructions…more likely he was about to cue her physically or through the force, it was far simpler and less time consuming that way anyway. Sure enough, his blades withdrew as well and she could feel a mild…something…move toward him just as he started toward her. Assuming he was getting ready to get her moving in a new direction she resigned herself to running again and shifted Ayer.
She was wrong.
One rough hand gripped her mouth and he pushed her backward into the midnight shadows of an alley. Eyebrows furrowed at him, but she made no move to speak, her heart rate rising. Shadows or not they would be found here for sure! She searched his eyes trying to figure out just what he was up to when those cool tendrils of thought wrapped about her mind. Half a heartbeat she struggled against him physically and mentally, but swiftly stopped herself. He wasn’t going to attack her, not after so long, so she stilled again and waited. A soft warmth spread over her mind and she slowly felt herself calming, though she still gave him that questioning look from out of blue eyes. Aunna felt her mind becoming foggy and that questioning gaze swiftly became stony and cold. She knew how those tricks felt and she sharpened her mind against him. Oh yes, she would be calm and she would be silent…and yes, she’d do what he asked, but NOT because he was trying to force her to…she’d do it because she WANTED to.
As the ship drew nearer to them, she subtly drew closer to him, her eyes flickering away from his face and in the direction of the sounds. Despite his mental soothing of her, the instinct to fly from the danger persisted through her mind…dulled as it was by him, however, she managed to remain still. Muscles tensed and released beneath her skin as they waited, the searching lights of the vehicle sweeping over the littered streets. One of them swept into the beginning part of the alley they stood in and it took all her will power to not run. She drew a little closer to him as if it might help, willing them, with every fiber of her body, to not be seen. Whether this worked or not was unknown…at least to her…but either way, the ship continued past them; she finally moved her head enough to get her mouth away from his grasp and take a steadying breath.
They continued to stand there for a few more tense moments and she hoped that the jedi had managed to get the others away safely. The public servant in Aunna was still seriously concerned for their safety, even with the jedi around, but the more self preserving side of her told her she needed to be concerned for her own well being as well…she couldn’t help anyone dead, after all. Looking back up at Vex, the sandy brunette realized just how close she’d gotten to him and was just about ready to move away again when he took her hand and started moving again. Stunned at his action, and now completely confused, all she could do was follow him silently.
The woman allowed this for nearly a minute before she froze in place, her feet planting themselves, and her vision blurring. Vaguely she could see the form of Vex, and she gripped his hand tightly to try and get him to stop...not that her sudden halt of progress would have gone unnoticed anyway.
...Vex, stop...
Her voice was urgent, but strangely distant, as her vision blurred once again, blackening for a moment before clearing again.
The dark alleys of Corusant were still around her. Distantly, she could still feel Vex's hand in hers, his presence near by, but as she looked about, the dark jedi was nowhere to be seen. In fact...the whole area appeared different. Confused and now with a growing sense of anxiety, blue eyes scanned the area again. There were people there...and the transport.
Aunna backed away a step and glared at it and the people issuing from it. She did not like this one bit. Not only did she not know what the hell was going on, but now she was somewhere she certainly shouldn't have been, for some unknown reason, looking at the one thing they were all trying to get away from. Despite logic, she remained in place, watching from that short distance...which to her mind was FAR too close for comfort...and eyed the happenings.
There was a lot of gesturing as the men spoke, and she narrowed her eyes as she focused on trying to hear just what they were saying. Not much was caught, but what she DID catch was the dark form of a woman...at least, she THOUGHT it was a woman...it was difficult to tell through the dark armor that covered it and the oh so obvious Mando style helmet. This wasn't to mention the fact that it was nearly the size of a man. Aunna backed away another pace. This was most certainly NOT good....
Her vision blurred, skewing everything again, and she shook her head lightly, trying to clear it. Unfortunately, when it did clear, what she saw was far from her liking.
Darkened forms slunk along darkened alleys, shadows seeming to creep up walls as their owners scurried along like so many silent rats. Daggers glinted in the dim light, blaster silhouettes caught her eye, they seemed to be hoping to catch their prey by surprise. Everything shifted, and there were three people within her view, three figures she'd come to recognize...the two royals seemed shaken, but not injured, and the jedi seemed worn out. A heavy feeling of foreboding settled over her.
The same feeling she'd gotten when she'd tried to push Vex away earlier that evening.
Her vision was obscured by movement, the shadows she'd seen earlier leaping from seemingly behind and around her. Startled, she jumped and braced herself for a fight should one find her. Bright blue light filled the alley as the sizzle of that blade emerging was heard. Suddenly everything had become startlingly clear as blaster bolts filled the air and the three communicated with each other, their adversaries sneering and taunting them as they deftly avoided most of the damage.
...the assassins...
A brilliant flare of light made her shy away. Vaguely Aunna noticed that she had let Vex's hand drop in her surprise. There, looming out of the darkness, like some soulless demon, was the dark one she'd seen earlier...haloed by the brilliant light of the flash grenade, a vicious looking blade in its hands. As the new enemy darted forward, Aunna lept back, slamming hard into something solid and jolting herself.
Her sight had blurred and blackened instantly.
Dazed by both the vision, and having just backed directly into something solid, Aunna grunted and lept away from...whatever it was she'd slammed back into...spinning at the same time, ready for a fight. Blinking and clearing the blackness from her eyes, she realized there was only Vex there.
Had he been what she'd just run into?
Aunna didn't have time to ponder it. They still had time to help, she didn't think what she'd just seen had happened...yet...and if they wanted to do something about it, they needed to move swiftly.
Vex, they're in trouble...we have to go. Now.
She wasn't about to take "no" for an answer...something had been important about this, and steadily that feeling of urgency to stop the events in motion was growing in her, driving her.
...and if you're not coming WITH me, then I'm willing to go alone.
Glancing around, she took half a moment to figure which way to go...giving up on that route, she decided to take Vex's advice for once...."Don't think, feel."
She took off at a run in the direction of the growing disturbance.
((UPDATED!! No more DJ all, sorry Ryn, figured mando might be better suited...yay lightsaber resistant beskar armor and weapons!))
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 19, 2009 21:00:32 GMT -5
((ooc: Phew, this took about 4-5 hours to write, so yeah... Also: I think that we have skedaddled into the realm of “dragging on and on” with this thread, so lets finish it ASAP, kay?))
A chuckle bobbed the large Jedi's shoulders up and down in between the panting that his body was forcing him to do. The man could feel his legs clench, the muscles in his back tense, and his lungs absolutely burn. He loved it. But then, he had always loved exercise and training his body... if that weren't the case then he wouldn't have been very adept at Juyo.
Then a few malevolent presences began to flitter about the edge of his awareness. They were the occupants of that blasted hovercraft no doubt. The alleyway was far too narrow for the bulbous craft to hover through and the buildings were far too tall for the craft to do any effective damage from above. Ryn looked at the craft through the buildings with his unseeing gaze... they were dropping assassins down to kill the blue blood that Ryn charged himself to protect.
Ryn moved in between blue bloods and the alleyway where the assailants were about to appear from. The man's fingers laced around the thin cylinder that was double bladed lightsaber and yanked it off of his belt. He held the lightsaber out and even with his chest, maneuvering it so that each emitter was perfectly horizontal with the ground. Both beams of plasma lept out of the pommel and dug into the duracrete of the narrow alleyway. There was no way that he'd allow either of the two to be hurt... even if it meant that he'd die in the process. He looked back down the alleyway... maybe they could fall back to the Gala, but Ryn couldn't pick them up and run again.
“They're coming. I can't manage to run again... and turning to run now would get us all killed. So I am going to bar the fire from reaching you while we all fall back to the Gala.”
The man knew that he'd get shot. A lot. He also knew one other thing: The royals behind him wouldn't. The combination of his double bladed saber, his Force Deflection, and his own body would act as an unbreakable bulwark that would protect the man and the woman behind it. He slowly backpedaled as the group of assassins neared their quarry... little did they know that most, if not all, of their forces would be greeting death in a little under a few minutes. Not that Ryn knew that either... in fact he was preparing himself to become one with the Force from this little turn of events.
A ripple of the Force emanated out of Ryn's free hand and rushed towards the corner of the building, it reached that corner just as the first assassin rounded the corner. The ripple pushed his body into the opposite wall with the wet crack of his skull smashing into the wall. He crumpled to the ground limp as a strip of thawed bacon. Unfortunately the knowledge of their adversary's capabilities did not deter the remaining assassins, however, they had vowed to win or die trying. While this is most certainly a noble vow it is not one that is exactly valued in one's enemies.
The twin blades of Ryn's saber staff began to twirl around in an eccentric circle as he applied pressure to each end of the hilt, this would be a very effective barrier against the angry plasma that spewed from the assassin's blasters. The rythmic thrum of the lightsaber as it kept the fury of its blade within a magnetic field was all that Ryn could hear as the flurry of all colored blaster bolts flew towards him, only to be deflected in all directions by his saber-shield.
And so he continued to step backwards. They would get to the gala even if it took them an inch an hour.
One of the blaster bolts slipped through the shield and scorched a bit of duracrete at his side. He couldn't keep this up, well, he could.... but it was only a matter of time before a bolt slipped through his twirling barrier and struck him. So he waited for a lull in the maelstrom of plasma before he stopped spinning the hilt, sheathed a blade, and dropped into a stance of Soresu. The assassins, believing that the Jedi was now at a disadvantage, began to fire on their enemy with a renewed vigor. Only now when the bolts came Ryn could deflect them back into the assailants... and he did.
The assassins began to think twice about their assault after but a few minutes of their own bolts being deflected back at them. More than a few of them were dead or dieing, and their enemy was more or less unharmed. Until a woman clad in Mandalorian Armor whipped around the corner and leveled her pistol on Ryn's chest. He could sense something amiss with this woman... but he could not move his blade fast enough, he was simply too exhausted.
The small firing pin struck the even smaller primer at the base ten millimeter pistol case, causing it to explode and burn the gunpowder within the brass container. The vapors from the burnt gunpowder unleashed incredible amounts of pressure within the case and threw the bullet down the narrow barrel of the pistol. The small bit of led flew at the Jedi knight at almost incomprehensible speeds and easily burrowed itself into the soft flesh of his shoulder.
His skin rippled, expanded, and tore itself apart at unseeable speeds at the shear force of the bullet striking his skin. The little piece of led expanded to as much as two to three times its previous width as the flesh that filled its little hollow nose forced it apart. This amplified the damage of being shot ten fold. While the entrance wound was fairly large, the exit wound was considerably larger. The side of Ryn's body was violently kicked to the side from the force of the blow and a ferocious lance of burning pain rended at his mind.
Ryn couldn't give up.
He threw his good hand out and unleashed a telekinetic push at the woman, but unlike the first man this push didn't kill her. It only slowed her down. It was only a matter of time until he passed...
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 28, 2009 15:23:36 GMT -5
((okay, returning to this thread to hopefully finish it....almost done! *pulls for finished thread* Post Order from this point: Squee (?), Meira, Vex, Talau, --Arheim?--, Dire....as my band director says: ready....GO!))
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Nov 3, 2009 9:43:01 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Nov 3, 2009 9:43:01 GMT -5
((Gonna go ahead and jump in here))
Their flight had given them time, but not much. Too soon, the tell tale signs of their pursuer's presence was being made again. Distant engines, muffled foot steps. Rook didn't need x-ray vision... or visions to tell that it was coming. He had a gut too. And his gut was saying get the heck out of there. It was obvious that Ryn had a similar idea. He was already inching them back down the alley, and soon enough, his lightsaber sprung to life. The sight of it extending the width of the alley was somewhat comforting.
Soon enough, the first of the assailants rounded the corner, only to be slammed into a wall by Ryn's will. The the shots started to be fired. Rook held up his blaster, ready to fire back, but Ryn's lightsaber made it impossible. All Rook could do was watch with warry eyes as the moved back down the alley.
With Ryn covering their back, Rook focused his attention ahead, in the direction of their retreat. If they became surrounded, it would be their end, he was sure. The end of this alley was approaching, and they'd have to make their decision as to which way to turn. When they did, they'd have to move quick.
His attention was brought back behind him with the sound of a blaster bolt hitting the wall. That was too close. It seemed Ryn agreed, as the Jedi changed tactics. Like the assassins, Rook was fooled by the change. Moving from two blades to one seemed like a step in the wrong direction, and soon enough, the alley was full of blaster fire. But Ryn deflected it all, sending some back to those who had issued them. The change to one blade also left room open for Rook to help, and he wasted no time. Taking aim, he let loose quick spurts of fire on their enemy, dropping one or two, but in general making them slow and take cover.
He continued to back down the alley, one arm holding Sali behind himself and the other outstretched and shooting. How long could they keep this up though? And then a sickening thud sounded, and Rook turned his eyes to witness the carnage that had become the back of Ryn's shoulder.
Ryn!
But the Jedi didn't give up. Even as his wound began to seep blood, he was using the force to push the woman back. For a split second, Rook considered taking up the lightsaber that had proved such an effective shield. But he had heard that a lightsaber was nothing like a regular blade. The balance was off, which was why they were more dangerous to an unskilled user than anyone else and so the thought left as quickly as it came. Instead, he knelt down beside Ryn and let out another flurry of blaster fire. The woman had been pushed back, and now had to dive for cover. They had to move now. Soon enough she'd be back out again.
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Nov 12, 2009 20:55:07 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Nov 12, 2009 20:55:07 GMT -5
Vex snarled, stunned beyond that for the moment at her words and actions. The woman truly had a death wish...a complete disregard for her own life. It had been bad enough that she demanded that they go out and help those in the crash, despite the fact that it put her at risk for imprisonment or death. Now she wanted to go after them, knowing full well there was something hunting them. Something or someone dangerous enough to attack a world's leader and her Jedi escort could only mean more danger for Aunna. But she pressed forward to play the hero.
Beneath his gloves, his knuckles whitened as he gripped his sabers, a momentary flash of desire making him wish they were about her throat instead of the weapons. Perhaps then he'd manage to put some sense into the woman.
Unfortunately...he severely doubted that.
Following up, he reached out with the Force as she stalked after her, seeking out the presence of the Jedi. The blind, but flashy Force-wielder was anything but difficult to find. It seemed that Aunna was being drawn by something more than instinct as well, for her path was leading directly to them.
He was her shadow now. They were close to the disturbance that both could feel. If nothing else, the sounds of blaster fire would tip them off. It was at this point that he closed the distance with her, gripping her shoulder and stopping her.
"You will stay back, Aunna Borgonia. You will limit your involvement to maximum range for your blaster. If you fail to do this and wind up injured or killed because of this idiocy, I'll make sure the prince and queen do not survive this encounter."
It was not a threat. It was a promise.
He pushed back away from her then, pulling upon the Force, folding his presence in on itself, wrapping it about himself to cloak him and help him gain the advantage as he sped forward, rounding the corner into the alley where the firefight was occuring between Rook, Ryn, and the hunters. He came up from behind, boots a mere whisper as he closed the distance on the back ranks of the mercenaries that were attacking the Jedi and prince.
The cloak shed away once he was in the midst of them, almost like shadows flowing away to reveal him, his lightsabers burning to life in bruising violet and bloody red. The group of assailants he'd unveiled himself in had yet to round that corner, cutting them off from the Mandalorian leading the group and the rest that had already turned around the corner to engage the Jedi bodyguard.
The expressions upon the assassin's faces were...priceless...to say the least. Had he been in a better mood, he might have enjoyed them. Unfortunately, he was too concerned with ensuring that this situation did not involve danger to Aunna. So he focused on "efficiency."
Those sabers were most certainly efficient as he began to move through those closest to him. Death followed swiftly, painting a less than pleasant picture in that alleyway as he flowed through one assailant to the next like a scythe through wheat.
The sounds of erratic blaster fire and pained, cut-off cries of distress may or may not be heard over the sounds of battle that already ensued between the other jackals and the Jedi.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 12, 2009 22:13:40 GMT -5
It didn’t take much for him to stop her. The hand on her shoulder was certainly enough, but the tone of his voice as he spoke had her nodding slightly. If it hadn’t been such a serious situation, she might have argued with him…part of her still wanted to…but she knew better. She wasn’t so stubborn as to ignore his words right now…though the last part was quite unnecessary.
Understood.
With that they started for the fray once more. Aunna shifted in her run, so that she fell almost directly behind Vex, allowing him to take the lead and assure him that she would do as he asked. By the time they’d rounded the corner, her blaster was out and she was certainly wishing that she didn’t have to carry Ayer. Vex wound himself into the middle of a cluster of them and started slicing his way through them. Luckily, Aunna was adept enough with just about any ranged weapon to pick off the stragglers that were more concerned with the dark jedi and those beyond him. Really, the most she had to worry about was the errant blaster fire that flickered about the darkened alley. It was both relieving and frustrating.
As Vex cleared the way, Aunna followed behind…keeping those who’d somehow escaped the man from doing damage to either him, or herself. She wasn’t the best shot, but somehow she fared better than normal this time around than she normally would have…especially since she was only using her one hand.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Dec 9, 2009 18:35:41 GMT -5
(apologies for the lag)
Ryn's body was kinked to the side violently after the now mushroomed bullet had passed through his shoulder. It had succeeded in causing a rather sizable fracture on his upper humerus, and did no service to the scapula that it ricocheted off of. His knee bade him to let it fall to the ground, but he refused... or tried to... as it ignored his orders. The part of his leg sunk to the hard, scratchy duracrete like an asteroid to the surface of the moon. Only a few moments after the middle of his massive leg met with the ground did his mind finally register the considerable amount of pain that had turned his nerves into an overcrowded freeway. But the man ignored it as he did all other screams of the flesh.
His blind eyes looked back over the sole healthy shoulder to see Rook and Sali fleeing. Good. Those two were royalty of Corellia and Onderon, respectively, and their presence was needed on their home world. Was he needed on this plane of existence any longer? No. His life's meaning ended in the fiery conflagration that consumed Talau's form, then scattered her to the four corners of the galaxy with its explosion. This death was a happy one, one that would mean that he would be reunited with the only one that he truly cared for in the galaxy he called home. It was honorable. Noble. Selfless. And it would be dieing for someone that was important in the galaxy... someone who would do some good.
The man was in the process of sweeping his head back to the coming horde of mercenaries, assassins, and bloodthirsty regicides when he saw the lightly swirling aura of Rook turn around and head back towards him. Rook would have just barely got to him when Ryn spoke, "no. Go. Get Queen Hyria back to the gala. I can manage this.... gaggle," he spoke as if a great weight was pressing against his lungs. By "manage" the man, naturally, meant distract while Rook and Sali escaped. His life was his to give, and he was doing just that for Rook and Sali.
Sol slapped against the soft flesh of his working palm just as the arm attached shot out and bade for it. The very same knee that crashed into the duracrete then began to protest at his orders to straighten out once more. But, finally, it did just that. At least it felt like he'd taken ages to complete the standing maneuver. From there... the man began to prepare. Not just to die... but to make life hell for those would-be regicides. The Force rushed into his skin, deadening the enraging pain and strengthening the sinew like muscles to well beyond supernatural levels. It even allowed for the use of his crippled arm.
Only just before the man was about to charge did he see the deadpan aura of Vex jump into the middle of their lines, allowing his presence to seep out as his feet hit the ground. Slaughter ensued upon the man's dual blades of purple and crimson as they danced about, either deflecting or slicing... whichever suited the situation.
It didn't take a genius to realize that the Dark Jedi could possibly be overwhelmed by the assailants that now focused more or less on him rather than the royal party. Not that the idea of a Dark Jedi dieing disgusted the brunette blind man in any form of the word, but the man was the reason he was still breathing. At this point, he considered it more of a curse to have air still coursing through his veins... but that mattered little. Vex Praetor healed him, therefore he'd help the man at every turn... even if Ryn disliked what he was and what he stood for.
Slowly, Ryn's left foot placed itself infront of the next... propelling his body forward in the lurch of a deliberate walk. His wound was still bleeding... alot... but he didn't care. The man had already held a funeral for himself within his heart... he was already dead... and all that remained was for his body to realize it. And so... he stirred the hornet's nest.
A pocket of force energy lashed out at one man's legs... throwing him off his feet like an angry child would cast a toy to the side. Then, a lance of super pressurized air slammed into the armored man's back, throwing him into the wall with a sickeningly wet [i"crack"[/i]. All that remained after the man slumped down the wall was a gory red streak of blood and grey matter.
He continued walking towards the horde of blue-blood thirsty assassins.
A single pale blue lightsaber blade burned into existence once more, though it wasn't held in any stance from a form or art... it was simply held casually at his side. As expected, the igniting of a lightsaber drew no small amount of the horde's attention. A few even brought their blasters down on the tall jedi coming ever closer to them with each step. One of those that turned quickly found themselves flying towards the very man that he wished to shoot. At the shootee's direction, of course.
Ryn casually raised his lightsaber up to about chest level, lining it up with the airborne man's heart. It didn't take long for the man to find himself skewered on the tall jedi's blade. After taking care to deactivate his lightsaber once more, the man threw out yet another wave of overpressurized air. This one cast the now cooling man into another at incredible speeds... taking the hitee out of commission.
One final act of telekinesis brought the stock of the airborne dead man's rifle into another's neck... breaking the bones and severing the nerves within. His legs crumpled like a house of cards under the overbearing weight of his body.
He didn't even twitch.
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Post by Meira on Dec 14, 2009 16:33:46 GMT -5
Even as Rook approached, the Jedi was waving him away, telling him to get Sali out of there. Rook found himself caught between two extreems. When he and Sali had rounded the corner, he'd seen that far away down the following alley, a check point of sorts had been set up. They had to be terribly close to the gala for there to be any real security activity in such an area.
He could do it. He could follow Ryn's instructions and run Sali to safety. But that would surely mean leaving Ryn to die. It was a fact that was painful in it's simplicity, and Rook couldn't allow it. He continued to fire, even as Ryn stood himself up, even as he heard the sounds of a slaughter that must have meant Vex had arrived.
Rook wasn't useless. He'd taken out one or two of the assailants with some well placed shots. But in the end, the majority of the slaughter went to the force users. When all was said and done, Vex and Ryn could be seen among the dead bodies of those who hoped to bring in a sizeable ransom on his and Sali's royal heads. Instead, five figures stood in the now eerily quiet alleyway.
With the end so near in sight, and Ryn's shoulder still bleeding, Rook saw no reason to mingle with Aunna and her companion. He'd thought he'd have a million questions for the woman, that he would want to ensure her safety beyond this point. But odd as it was, Rook couldn't bring himself to fret over her. His attachment to the young woman he'd known so long ago had faded it seemed. It wasn't lost, just changed. He respected her, that was certain, and did care for her safety. But something in the woman he now saw before him told him she definitely didn't need his protection. His help perhaps, but not his protection. He wondered absentmindedly for a moment if Vex understood just how strong Aunna actually was. But he wasn't about to assume he understood either of the two fugitives.
Thank you for your help Aunna, Vex. I saw a checkpoint not far, I think we'll be able to manage from here. I haven't forgotten my promise, Aunna. When you can, you get me the information you have, and I will do everything in my power to help you. But we need to go now. Ryn, we need to get you to a hospital.
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Post by Vex on Dec 15, 2009 22:15:46 GMT -5
Vex eschewed the flamboyant use of the Force to manipulate the world, the air, and his enemies in order to fling them around like so much dust to the wind. He kept moving, sabers flipped backwards as the Force moved through him, giving him a preternatural alacrity that had him blurring from one engagement to the next, the burning fire from the sabers almost like the contrails from sublight engines. His motions were quick, close in, dirty, and lethal.
He caught one assassin beneath the jaw with the butt of his saber, rocking his head back and opening him up to vulnerability. Twisting, that saber crossed, searing through that throat and severing the head cleanly. The turn continued, the first saber twisting again and cleaving through the upper receiver of a blaster carbine. The violet blade cut through it with barely a pause from top to bottom, taking the wrist of one hand and the fingers of another as it did so. Planting his feet, Vex lashed out with a vicious front kick, sending the disarmed man back into another that was trying to line up a shot. Vex brought up his blades then, a crimson and blood barrier against blaster bolts taken at him. A flick of the wrist sent them back at their originators, dropping them.
As well as he was doing, especially with Aunna’s blasterfire to back him up, he knew that it wasn’t going to be enough. Surprise had helped him cleave a swath through the group and confusion was hampering their ability to react and organize…but the numbers were still too many. The former major had inadvertently sent him to his death because of her need to act the heroine. His mouth hardened into a straight line in resignation of this fact.
Then Ryn brought himself back into the picture.
If Vex had been tapping into the Jedi’s mind, he would have agreed with the assessment, but he didn’t have that luxury as he fending off more blaster fire. Thankfully, the addition of the Jedi and now the Prince’s shots disrupted them further. The ambushers were now caught in a cross fire. The hunters had become the hunted. He didn’t waste time, taking advantage of the situation, foregoing honor and chivalry for prudence as he slashed two more from behind while they were distracted.
Twisting around, he slid his back foot to the side, turning his body to the side and not a moment too soon. The slug from the Mandalorian pistol passed through where his body had been. A flick of that blade severed the barrel just in front of the trigger well, making it useless. The woman backpedaled quickly, however, getting away from his follow-up strike. She brought up her other, gauntleted hand, the igniter flaring a moment before the flamethrower belched out jellied fire in an expanding cone. He rolled beneath it, coming up with a slash that should have taken her arm…but the beskar saved her, the saber only managing to mangle the flamethrower’s mechanism, ending the flame. She responded by pushing forward, catching him across the masked jaw with her other, armored elbow.
That had him twisting around as he swung the saber at her while he moved with it. She was on him again, however, blocking his forearm with her own, getting his wrist and twisting it in a lock, sending the saber clattering to the ground. Controlling his wrist, she flipped around, pulling his arm over her shoulder and flipping the Dark Jedi over herself. Hitting hard, Vex rolled and tried to come back up, only to find her boot knocking the other saber away. A Jedi Hunter, no doubt…and now she felt that she’d declawed the predator, a vibroblade slipping out from her other gauntlet as she stabbed forward.
Bringing his elbow up, he intercepted her elbow and forearm, redirecting the blow, sending it down, slamming it into her knee, above the armor, slicing through fabric and flesh, bone and cartilage. Vex was not helpless without his weapons. He heard the muffled sound of pain from her helmet and it made him grin a dark little smile below his mask.
A smile she could see reflected in his coal black eyes.
Thrusting his hand up, he caught her throat, below the mask. Pushing himself to his feet, he pushed her back, slamming her against the alley wall, pinning her there. His true weapons came forward then, blades that no armor could deflect. Her defenses were…laudable…but Vex was angry. Vex was determined. Vex would not be denied. The barbs of those mental spears thrust, digging deep into her mind, ripping away her defenses in chunks, baring her. Ignoring the pain, she ripped out the blade from her knee, seeking to attack him again…anything to get the Dark Jedi off of her. Just as her mind was sending the command to thrust forward, he had his opening. He could feel the shock emanating from her as her arm stopped…trembling…no longer under her control. He dug his mental fingers in deep, letting his real hand drop.
That hand rose…the vibroblade held up…Vex felt no danger…the Aunna, Rook, and the Jedi were just finishing up those few that were left. The Mandalorian stared at her hand…disbelief showing as it disobeyed her and did his bidding. “Unfortunately for you, hunter, my charge will not leave unless the Queen and her consorts are safe. I cannot guarantee that until you are dead. Do not take this personally….you are exceptionally skilled.” Turning away, he began to walk toward his sabers to pick them up. Pausing in midstep, something came to mind. “Correction…you were skilled.”
The Mandalorian’s hand slammed forward, burying her blade into her own throat. Choking and drowning upon her own blood, she slumped down towards the ground. Vex calmly continued to pick up his sabers, clipping them to his belt. He moved towards the rest, stepping over the bodies. Looking over the Jedi, he looked worse for wear. One could only hope that he’d bleed to death before proper medical help could arrive. Looking to Rook, he inclined his head, pulling out several data chits from his belt. He waved off the man’s thanks before handing them to him. “This is the data that I have…it may prove useful. You should leave. The Jedi may not last much longer…one can hope.” Despite his words, he inclined a grudging nod of respect to Ryn. He’d proven himself useful.
Turning to Aunna, he arched a brow. “Now can we finally continue on with a logical course of action that doesn’t involve unneeded acts of heroism?”
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 16, 2009 19:17:19 GMT -5
Had the situation not been so dire, Aunna might have been able to appreciate the way her dark jedi moved through the tide of assassins. As it was, however, she had other things to focus on…like keeping him from being killed by someone he hadn’t quite gotten to yet. Limited to a blaster, the former major was more than a bit frustrated, her typical effectiveness severely diminished. Fortunately for all involved, the brunette found her accuracy oddly increased. As a sniper she was far better than with a blaster, but for whatever reason her targets rarely escaped her sights.
Lead. Fire.
There wasn’t even a thought for it, her muscles reacting without having to be told. It was how she preferred it, it was how she was able to use her spear, but she’d never had that luck with a blaster. Why was she having such luck tonight? It was a simple enough answer: the force. Aunna had, once again, become an unwitting conduit for the force, allowing herself to react without thought and so allowing those shots to hone in on their targets more swiftly and accurately than she would have normally as she was guided by that mysterious energy.
Blue eyes hardened to an almost steely grey-blue as one of those assassins dared to take aim at Vex while his back was turned, dealing with two others. A mere twitch of her finger against the trigger sent the first crimson shot burning into the lung of the man, staggering him backward in shock and pain. Before he could even drop to the ground the second streak of deadly color had entered his skull. Three seconds later she was on the move from her position as a stream of bolts shot in her direction and followed after her before she ducked behind a scrapped speeder (which, by the looks of it, had been long abandoned). Rankled by the fact that she’d been forced to leave Vex open to extra attacks, the grim faced woman sincerely hoped that this was going to be worth the danger she’d managed to get them into…especially Vex. Poking her head around the side of the speeder, she managed to spot her assailant not far off…hidden in the shadows of a low wall. He wasn’t hidden to her.
Frelling wagyx bongo…
Needless to say she didn’t like the man she was about to shoot.
…I really hope this is worth the danger.
She wasn’t talking about the shots she was about to take. Twisting her body around the side of the speeder, the shots were swift enough…blaster arm, neck, head. With that out of the way, she lifted herself up once more and was pleasantly surprised to see Ryn joining in to help. Well, it would have been pleasant if she’d not had to duck again to miss being hit by a round of errant blaster fire from the man Ryn had just thrown off his feet moments before he was sent slamming against the wall near to her. With a swift tuck and roll, she managed to come up behind the wall of the man she’d recently shot…and out of the way of the others…as she avoided yet another round of blaster fire. It wasn’t aimed at her, but it came a bit too close for comfort. With the low wall and shadows for protection, she settled herself in to pick off more of those aiming to get at the two force users.
From the shadows not far away another blaster opened fire on the assassins. As blue eyes flickered over to the form, she could vaguely make it out as Rook and swiftly turned her attention back to the fight at hand. It was a lucky thing she’d had that wall for protection also. This entire time she’d been searching out that armored woman…and Aunna had just found her. —By the nine hells I hate their armor.— The frustrated thought bubbled up only moments after she’d attempted to hit the larger hip joint of that armor and the woman had moved, fowling the shot. Fortunately it had caught her multi-gaunt instead, shorting the thing and making most of her fun toys less than useful. A slug round had planted itself into the section of wall she’d just been behind sending chunks of it scattering as parts of the already cracked thing broke off from the force of the impact. Her attention had been drawn toward Vex again, however, deciding that Aunna was little more than a fly with a bite.
The battle between the two had more than half of her attention, but by this time the rest of the horde had dwindled to next to nothing. She was far from thrilled by the way the battle was unfolding between the two, but there was little she could do to help without possibly doing more harm…besides, Vex was a capable fighter, and he had an edge. He could win out…she was sure of it. Tearing her attention away from the two, she helped pick off the rest and by the time the last assassin fell Vex had made his move, felling the woman by puppeteering her into impaling herself. With a heavy sigh, Aunna stood and hopped over the wall to join the others. Rook had come up and spoken first.
Of course…please be careful. I’ll try to get you the information soon.
Vex handed something over to Rook then, several data chits it seemed, then made that biting comment about Ryn. All she could do was roll her eyes behind his back and press her palm to her eyes with a slight shaking of her head. As he rounded on her and he lifted that eyebrow, asking that sarcastic question of his, all she could do was smirk in return. —No, because you see we have an animal control officer, a dog, and a cat to save. See we’re saving the officer from a falling tree, the dog from the officer, the cat from the dog…and did I mention the cat was in the falling tree?—
Of course.
The sarcastic mental reply was certainly NOT meant for him to hear, only the affirmation to his question meant to be her response. She didn’t want to bait him, after all.
Good idea: Giving a sarcastic reply to a sarcastic question.
Bad idea: Giving a sarcastic reply to a sarcastic question asked by an already incensed dark jedi…especially when said dark jedi could have died because of your actions.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Dec 21, 2009 19:15:12 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Dec 21, 2009 19:15:12 GMT -5
Ryn, we need to get you to a hospital.
Those words echoed and bounced around inside the man's head thousands of times, making his words make absolutely no sense whatsoever. A long series of short but fast pants forced their way out of his mouth as he stood there, amidst the carnage and destruction caused by himself and Vex. The otherwise fine features of the man's face contorted, furrowed, and his mouth echoed a "what" that was mirrored by the soft shake of his head.
The world soon began to spin on a dime, whirling about like he was on a ride at the space carnival. While his ability to see naturally was long gone, but his mind's ability to read what the Force supplemented had certainly not. Wavering soon took over the great tower that was his form, and he nearly fell if it wasn't for a quick step to the side to stop his descent. A new wave of exhaustion overtook him, sweeping him up in a ride that threatened to carry him all the way to the black shores of oblivion. Or wherever Talau went in her passing. Force knows he'd fight to get there, if not to be there at her side... even if it was hell itself.
His great nostrils flared as he stumbled forward, paying no heed to Vex's insolent words nor his somewhat respectful nod. He didn't care. All that he asked for was respect in death... even though it seemed that the Force didn't want him to join with it on that day. Ryn gave a long sigh as the bottom part of his vision caught the bloodstained robe that clung to his torso.
And the feather... that golden feather that rested on his belt. It was hers. Just then, a barely audible whisper crawled into his mind from the deep dark recesses of his subconscious. The man could have sworn that it was a thought of Talau's, as it held her presence... but he quickly dismissed the notion. "Survive," it requested something simple.
While, no doubt, it was the primal partition of his mind requesting that he fulfill the most basic of instincts... he couldn't refuse Talau's voice. Not then. A muscular arm rested itself heavily across Rook's shoulder, allowing his massive form to lean heavily against the man. That spinning world refused to allow him to see clearly, but the large man could see shapes... blurs of unfamiliar auras up ahead. They.. didn't look malevolent.
He doubted that he would make it.
Silently, the man's eyes slid closed. He didn't need blood. Well, he did... but he could go without having a full tank of the crimson liquid for awhile. Just as it had during the fight, the Force rushed into his skin, into his veins. It sustained his body, just as it would if it was sustaining his lungs for long periods of time without breathing. The world slowly began to slow down until it was at a churn. He wouldn't be able to walk by himself... but Rook could support him.
The guy was little. Twerpy, even, but even he was strong enough to hold up the large Jedi.
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