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  1. More swings and crashes with the blade and staff. More growls and shouts from the warrior. The Gendai laughed for a moment when it seemed he was pressing an advantage against the Jedi who was on his knee. The Gendai could feel it. Victory was close at hand. His foe would make a mistake and then he would drive the staff through his… The Gendai stopped and looked down. The Jedi had thrusted directly through his chest. Sizzling flesh and melting armor hissed from where the blade had pierced. “AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!” The Gendai screamed in pain. Quicker than a blink of an eye, the Gendai dropped the staff to the ground and lurched forward, letting the blade cut further and further into him. One gloved hand went for the blade, the other for the Jedi’s neck. Pain was nothing new to the warrior. He had known pain for a long time. But this pain was a bit more extreme then most, and had driven the warrior into a lapse of rage. He was a Gendai. Such mortal wounds were merely inconveniences to him. He would disable the Jedi’s weapon, and choke the life out of him. A clang on the Gendai’s neck. A tug on a chain. Fate pulled her hook with all her might, forcing the warrior to fly and fall backwards several feet. Fate grinned under her mask. Her aim was true enough to land the attack. She waved at the Trandosian, wondering how surprised he was at seeing her participating in the fight. The Gendai groaned “Oh I see, no honor for you two, eh?” he shouted as he picked himself up. “Luckily for me, I always triumph! You are dead and I will triumph!” The Gendai’s body underneath the armor surged. With heavy fists, the warrior brought his fists down onto the bridge. The already precarious structure groaned under the blows as the warrior broke the panels and connecting pieces where he stood. Underneath, one of the support beams gave out. Fate nearly fell over as the bridge shook. and began to lean further and further towards one direction. The bridge was beginning to fall. Oh no… Fate thought, wondering if she had accidentally pushed the madman over the metaphorical and literal edge. With the bridge beginning to collapse, she turned and began to run away from the Jedi and the Gendai, towards where the ship was. “I don’t need a staff to beat any of you! I’m invincible!” the Gendai roared. He grabbed a piece of broken floor panel and tossed it at the fleeing Fate. The piece thankfully veered off to the side. The Gendai followed this by grabbing several other pieces, and chucked them at Vox.
  2. During the attack, the Gendai warrior made no proclamations of honor, no intimidating threats of doom, nor any form of witty banter. It was just brutish and guttural growls and shouts with each swing. That is, until the Jedi snaked in under the staff and struck at his midsection. Unlike his staff, his armor was not made of phrik alloy, and the blade cut through the metal like it was paper. With the metal sliced, the blade cut through what looked like tendrils of meat packed in over themselves. As the blade left the wound, the sizzling flesh began to fall out slowly. Fate gave a grin under her vocoder at the sight of the jedi getting a strike in. In most duels she had seen, that was the end of it. A lightsaber was a deadly weapon to say the least. If she had one, survival on this cursed planet would've been a breeze, relatively speaking. The Gendai stepped back from the blow, barely dodging the second attack. Surprised at what he was feeling, he had to pause and glance down to recognise he had received a blow, one that could be fatal to humans if not treated immediately. "Ach, you scratched me!" The warrior declared loudly before resuming his attack. Violently, he slammed a booted foot into the bridge, hitting a loose panel, sending the other side up towards Vox's face. Wait, what? Fate paused. Even with the tendrils of flesh falling out of his wound, he continued to attack. The warrior stepped forward and thrusted the staff forward at the jedi, before pulling back and swinging again in an attempt to knock the jedi off. Seeing the sudden turn in the outcome, Fate frantically kept trying to climb back onto the bridge. On her knees, Fate recoiled her hook into her hand while think frantically. She had no weapon against that warrior. No sword, no gun. She doubted her fists or any of her more martial training would do much better than… Fate glanced at the hook in her hand. Her mind flashed back to the three headed droid. I do have one weapon... Fate stood up fully and let the hook dangle from her hands loosely. She had to do this right. If she did it wrong, she might hit the wrong target.
  3. "I move…" The being stated, adjusting his helmet ever so slightly to see better "...for no one." In his mind, the duel had began long ago. When the Jedi and his protégé first approached, the duel had started. When the female charged, the duel was in full swing. A duel that came in three chapters. When the Anomid fell due to her own clumsy footwork, she had ended the first chapter of the duel. The chapter of fools. Now, the Jedi had ended the second chapter. The chapter of diplomats. Now, the final chapter began. The chapter of battle. The Gen'Dai began to spin its staff slowly with metal gloved hands. The acid rains of the place had long disabled its electrical functions, but its phrik alloy remained intact, albeit degraded. It could stand a few lightsaber strikes. Whether or not the Gen'Dai realized that was uncertain. What was certain was the mad warrior's style: Brutish, but clever. Without warning, the Gen'Dai grabbed one end of the staff and swung it like an extended club at the Trandosian. Simultaneously, he stepped to the side, causing the bridge to sway in that direction. It was clear the Gendai was attempting to break the lizard’s footing with sheer power and unsteady ground. The Gendai continued with his wild swinging, attempting to keep the Jedi off balance. Underneath, Fate felt the bridge sway. She waved her arms out frantically to regain her balance before she slipped again. The noise of the lightsaber and wild swinging of the Gendai confirmed her thoughts that the battle had started. If she was to move, it was now or never. Kriff, I can't believe I'm doing this… Fate thought. Wanting to retain her energy to use the force until necessary, she leaped forward of her own strength. While airborne, she threw the hook forward with all her might. Please make it… Fate begged to the force as she began to drop in the air. The hook flew true. Lodging onto a crossbeam, the chain went taught and Fate swung over the abyss below. If her vocoder worked, Fate would have whooped the entire swing, letting the exhilaration of the situation flow over her. Unfortunately, such a thing was impossible, and she had to make due with just a silent shout of excitement. At the end of the swing, Fate reached out and grabbed the floor of the center of the bridge. The hook behind her came loose from the crossbeam and dangled helplessly from her waist. Grunting, Fate began to pull herself up. Owie owie owie owie owie... Fate winced as the acidic rain began to beat down on her exposed skin. Now hanging by her elbows, she glanced back where she came from. I wonder if I should help… Fate pondered as she witnessed the two battle while trying to pull herself up further. Her mind flashed back to the Sith cultists I mean, my track record hasn't been a good indication of how much help I can provide…
  4. The Gendai stood still as the Trandosian sent the telepathic wave to the warrior. For a moment, the being eased slightly. A moment of something akin to clarity washed over it as it heard the question. Lost philosophy from 6 thousand years past flooded its memories. In this moment of clarity, the Gendai opened up momentarily, twisting the words of the philosophical “Perfection of Permanence” into its own insane version. “This is my bridge. It is mine and mine alone. I say none shall pass, and thus, none shall pass. Permanence is a lie, but I am permanent. Action is pointless, but I cannot be inactive. Thus, none shall ever pass while I stand.” The moment of clarity gone, the Gendai braced himself. Carefully he stepped back further onto the bridge, taking a more defensive position. “It’s time to leave. Approach and die.” the Gendai growled under its helmet as the acidic rain corroded its exterior. Meanwhile, Fate was busy climbing up her grappling hook. Just don’t look down. Don’t look down, and you won’t get sick… Fate mentally told herself over and over again. Each pull was an endeavor, with her body swaying with the breeze that blew underneath the bridge. Ow, why does everything have to hurt? Gah, whatever, I'm still alive. Just don't look down... Finally, she made her way up to the support beam her hook caught. Pulling herself up, she carefully balanced on the precarious metal beam like some kind of circus performer. Don’t look down, don’t look down, don't look... Fate reminded herself, knowing the yawning abyss below that waited for her to slip up. One look, and she would fall for certain. Fate looked across the way under the bridge. She wondered if the other beams under the bridge would hold her weight. Perhaps she could swing across from one beam to another like a Kowakian monkey-lizard through the trees. She heard tales how some person on the once powerful death star did so across a missing bridge. Perhaps she could do the same… Then again... Fate rethought her idea, glancing upwards towards where the Gendai stood. Any movements across under the bridge could give away my survival hood.
  5. At the Jedi’s words, the Gen’dai didn’t respond. Instead, it remained perfectly still, as if it hadn’t heard a single word. The silence was filled only with the sizzling rainfall, and the creaking of the bridge. For a moment, Fate thought the thing died under the acidic rain that fell, but the figure did shift its weight slightly, as if adjusting to the bridge itself shifting its own weight. Then finally, the figure shouted again. “I yield…to no one ” With this said, the figure tapped its electrostaff on the bridge, as if to conclude the conversation Under her makeshift shield and umbrella, Fate squinted at the figure. Something was very off. She wasn’t attuned to the force like the Trandosian was she figured, but something about the figure made her gutt squeamish. Perhaps it was the way it stayed silent, perhaps it was the fact that it’s shoulders were still regenerating under the rain without any visible signs of pain, or perhaps it was just the fact that it was just there. But Fate felt something else too. There was no dark presence to this figure. No ripples of the Force in any way. This…being, if that’s what it could be called, wasn’t a member of that dark side cult she encountered before. If this thing was a threat, it was only in a physical sense. After studying the bridge for a second, and the opponent, Fate’s eyes flickered back to the dome structure in the distance. Pardon me Jedi… Fate wished she could’ve said as she rushed past the lizard and onto the bridge. …but i got an idea. And I am going to get to that ship and off this hellhole! No sooner than Fate's first step on the bridge did the Gen’dai twist his electrostaff to life and rush . Each step the two took thundered as the entire structure shifted its weight. As the two rapidly approached each other, Fate began to focus on the Force again. It was similar to when she fought the three headed droid, as well as the climbing of the skyscraper. With each step, the force began to coil around and under her, preparing for the moment of release. That moment came when the two were a meter away. Fate jumped, crouched, and jumped again upwards. The Force sprang and became taught once more, releasing the energy underneath the Anomid’s feet. Fate shot up and over the Gen’dai, who had lurched forward swinging his staff widely sideways. Not expecting such a feat, the Gen’dai nearly fell off from the follow through of his overswing. Fate somersaulted in the air and landed on her feet. A feeling of joy rushed over the Anomid as she realized she succeeded in her attempt of a Force Jump, and this time with no ill side effects. She genuinely felt like she was growing! Maybe it was the Jedi’s presence, or maybe it was her pure determination, maybe there was some kind of drug high from the raining acid, she didn't know, but she felt like she could actually… As Fate took a step forward in her excitement, the plating of the bridge's floor gave way. Fate stumbled and lost her balance, falling forward over the edge. KRIFF KRIFF KRIFF KRIFF Fate silently cursed cursed over and over as she began to freefall. The bridge groaned at the sudden new weight off its side. The Gen’daii, now rebalanced, glanced downwards, and seeing nothing but the inky blackness of the crevasse, turned back to the Jedi, now much closer. “Approach further, and die” The Gen’dai barked at the jedi, holding its staff in a ready position. Where the Gendaii believed Fate fell to her demise, what happened was slightly, if marginally, better. Instincts had taken over. Fate let go of her shield and with both hands free, reached for the coiled line at her side. With wild, desperate abandon, she threw the hook upwards towards the bridge, infusing the throw with every ounce of the Force she could conjure. The hook flew upwards and caught a hold of a support beam. The chain snapped to a taut. Fate would have screamed if she could have, her arm nearly getting yanked out of its socket as she held onto the chain for life. Alright, that could’ve gone better. Fate told herself. She glanced upwards at the bridge and the support beam her hook had grabbed onto. Hopefully the bridge will last long enough for me to get back up. And hey, I’m out of the rain too, so that's something. Kriff I did drop my shield though…
  6. You have no kriffing idea… Fate started to say when she overheard the Jedi’s comment. You haven’t had to deal with the lack of food, the crumbling ruins, the radiation zones, and those cultists that scream their heads off for a dang plant. The two pushed on until they came upon a deep crevasse. The cityscape of the planet had several crevasses like this one, all built for letting ships and speeders into the lower levels of the world. Miles wide in diameter, the only way across the impossibly deep pitt was a long narrow bridge, complete with a wider area for a broken turret station in the middle. The bridge was more than just worn down. Its durasteel railings had fallen off long ago, its floor plantings partially melted, and its supports corroded to the point that the thing swayed with its own weight. Under the acidic rain, the entire thing groaned, threatening to break down at any moment. Like a suspension bridge missing its wires, so did this bridge miss its sturdiness Despite the uncertain structural integrity, a single figure stood on the bridge, undeterred by the potential of falling to his death. Instead, under the raining acid, the figure stood stoically and unmoved, wielding an electrostaff in its hands. Its shoulder plates had been completely melted away, revealing muscle and nerve bundles burning and regenerating under the rain. This Gen’dai had been forgotten to time, stored in a cage for thousands of years. In its loneliness, it had lost any semblance of sanity. And after the Sith attack, it broke free and found this place. Now, only one thing mattered to it: The Bridge. After studying the figure for a moment, shield over her head, Fate looked across the crevasse. She could see what vaguely looked like a domed enclosure, no doubt the place the Jedi was wanting to get to. She could even see the outline of what looked like a ship. Her one source of hope to escape this wreckage of a world. YES! Fate shouted in her mind as she rushed forward. She had no idea what the figure wanted, but the possibility of escaping was almost too much to resist. From his position at the center of the bridge, the Gen’dai raised a hand to halt her and the Jedi. “None shall pass!” his voice boomed over the pouring acidic rain. “Approach further, and die.” Fate stopped in her tracks. Kriff this stupid piece of... she wanted to swear. She glanced at Vox, unsure what to do. The bridge was the only way across, and with the acid rain, finding another way around would be both exhausting and dangerous.
  7. Fate at first flinched when the Trandosian reached for her. Despite knowing the Jedi meant no harm, the weeks on Nar Shaddaa had made her much more reactive than trusting. Still, she did not resist when the lizard transferred his thoughts to her. The experience was unique to say the least. The transfer of thoughts was much different to how Fate usually experienced the Force. Where she used the Force like the stretching and pulling of rope, this experience was much more gaseous. Like a whiff of hot air born from a geyser. Impossible to cling to, but detectable. I guess i still have much to learn… Fate thought to herself as she pulled herself up, retrieved her makeshift grappling hook from the droid chassis, and began to follow. However, she also stopped to pull a piece of chest plating from the droid’s head, wires and even an eye still attached. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Fate tied the wires around her forearm, creating a makeshift shield. It was small, damaged, and unmistakable unsymmetrical, but it was easy enough to wield in close combat and deceptively light. Now this would’ve helped earlier… Fate reflected, testing her new shield by swinging it once. Fate couldn’t help but notice that the Lizard carried himself differently after getting up however. Trained eyes, and her own experiences with the Force, taught her that the Jedi had exerted himself in a way he had not been used to. Chaos around them, her own recent experience of overextending herself against the droid was enough of a lesson in that. But where her exertion was physical, Fate half-wondered if the Jedi’s was more mental than anything. After Vox cut a hole and started to lead the way, Fate followed. The clouds overhead were turning a cruel shade of green. The incoming storm she had detected earlier was still coming, and with it, the acidic rain that destruction followed. Still following, Fate held her new shield above her head. Already the acid rain was beginning to fall, and she could hear the sizzling droplets make contact with her shield. Fate did not grumble however, partially to due to lack of vocal cords, but also partially to not being annoyed. If anything, she was happy. The chance of getting off world, with a Jedi no less, outweighed her instincts to run and hide under any kind of cover.
  8. Kriff he’s big Fate thought when the Jedi approached her. Seeing him block the piece of concrete she threw brought some comfort, but at the same time, now she half-wondered if he was going to help her or eat her. "You handled yourself like a true fighter. Are you well?" Fate sighed in relief at the question. She wasn’t going to get eaten today. She nodded violently to the question and smiled under her broken mask. She turned and sat on the floor now, giving her hands a break from her weight. Oh thank the Force you are here, you have no idea how long it has been since i saw anyone… Fate started to attempt to talk, only to remember her vocoder was only giving static noises. Ah, kriffing twist of fate… Fate smacked her head in realization, putting some blood on her slightly translucient forehead. The curse of her species having no vocal cords was annoying. And she highly doubted that the Trandosian knew the six fingered Anomid sign language. Once again she would have to improvise. Fate held up her hands and imitated binoculars and pretended to look through them, then pointed at the Trandosian. This was followed by a shrug and spread her arms out, imitating a star fighter. I’ve been looking for you. Or at least a working ship. Fate made some static with her vocoder and pointed at it, followed by pretending like she was snapping something into two. She made a motion to the fallen droid. Afterwards she made a talking motion with her hands while shaking her head. Vocoder broken by that. Can’t talk. Fate then felt a pain in her hands. Holding them palms towards her, she realized just how much she was bleeding. That chain she used as her grappling hook had managed to cut deep. Instinctively she wiped the blood on her dirty robes and began wrapping them with the spare pieces of cloth she had gathered. Not sure what else to say, or at least attempt to communicate, she looked at the Trandosian, waiting for a reply.
  9. Fate wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on this tightly. As powerful as adrenaline could be, her stamina was hitting her limit. The days of survival on the hellish world, filled with radioactive cityscapes, marauding raiders and mad cultists, corrupted droids and acidic rains, had taken a toll on the Anomid. It was a wonder she was surviving this well for this long. Many others would have been, and probably were, dead by now. To stay on top of a rampaging droid that felt no exhaustion, no fear, and three separate brains to come up with ideas, would be impossible to perform indefinitely. She needed to do something else fast. Or she would be… Her gut seized itself as the Force tightened nearby. But this time it wasn’t her doing. Something else in the area had used the Force, and her training, limited as it had been, was enough to detect it. Kriff, not now, not them! Fate panicked as a blur fell in her peripheral. Those cultists, who demanded a plant from her, promised pain beyond death, and she knew their threats were not idle ones. Strategies needed to change immediately. She heard an energy noise somewhere, but was unable to focus on it. The droid was suddenly tipping over. “It cut us! Something cut us!” One of the heads shrieked. “No fair! No fair!” Another one cried. As the droid fell to one side, the blade of the newcomer sliced an arm off. The droid’s screamed as they died mid-fall. Fate saw her chance and seized it, letting go of the hook and chain to push and jump away from the collapsing automaton. She became a purple blur in the air, flying and crashing into the ground If she could’ve stopped to think, she would’ve realized that anyone wielding a lightsaber was a Jedi and not a cultist. But she was rolling on the floor, dust flying upwards from both her roll and the droid’s fall. She was not in her right mind. Adrenaline was still moving her completely, and fear that the cultists of this world caught up to her made her stay in fighting mode. You aren’t taking me yet! Fate wanted to shout at the stranger as rolled onto all fours, her vocoder producing nothing but static. One hand grabbed a piece of debris, a large chunk of broken concrete. Through the dust, she spotted the silhouette figure, picked herself up, and hurled the piece with all her might. The Force around her went taut as she did, her emotions and focus on the sole task of striking down the possible cultist. The piece of concrete, now empowered, flew like a ballistic missile at the target. Wait…kriff! No! No no no! Fate suddenly screamed internally as she actually recognised what the blade signified. But it was too late to stop the throw. She could only loosen her spirit, and in that moment, all the stress of the battle and debt of energy rushed back to her, forcing her to collapse. Her hands, bleeding as they were, barely caught her from hitting the ground entirely. The liberal usage of the Force from the untrained Anomid left her barely able to hold up her head to see if her target deflected her impromptu projectile.
  10. Fate Felt her hands start to bleed as the chain on her makeshift hook dug into her palms. As strong as she was, the droid was heavy, big, and balanced. Her plan to pull the thing over and leave it stuck was failing as the three headed droid began to regain it’s balance. No no no no! Fate wanted to shout. She knew the cost of what would happen if this thing regained control of the fight. She had only survived this far out of luck and skill, and if she did not continue to capitilize on the thing’s unbalance, she would be under its metal feet, dead and worthless. “Come on, kill that stupid thing!” The droid’s left head shouted, completely rotated to look at Fate. “I’m trying, I’m trying! Why don’t you do something useful?” The middle head groaned. The entire body groaned as the back legs continued to hold the thing down. Its front legs were flailing in the air, but barely off the ground. “Oooh, why didn’t I think of this? Should I shoot her?” the third head chimed in, rotating its arm towards the Anomid. Fate’s eyes widened at the situation and changed tactics. Instead of pulling the thing back, she ran and jumped towards the droid, pulling at the force once more like a taught rope. “Ack, its on us! Get it off, get it off!” The middle head began to complain as the entire body began to flail wildly. Both of its arms began to open fire randomly in every direction. Many of the shots were aimed upwards towards the ceiling, but thanks to Fate’s position on the droid’s shoulders, the shots missed. Choke on this you stupid fragging son of a scrap heap! Fate tried to curse through her broken vocoder as she wrapped the chain around the three heads and pulled tight. She felt like one of those renowned Reek Wranglers from the holovids, trying to tame a wild beast. If this was one of those Reeks, she felt like she could choke it to death. However, Reeks were biological and could feel their necks. Here, wrapping the chain slammed all three metal heads together, giving them more to complain about. “Get off me! Give me some space!” The middle head screamed, the entire body still spinning around and stomping wildly. “I can’t! Can’t you do something?” The left head griped, firing its blaster erratically into the environment. “How about we slam into a wall?” The right head chimed in. “No, more blaster fire! More blaster fire!” The middle head commanded. “Right!” The other heads agreed simultaneously. Amidst the flurry of blaster fire lighting the train station like a rave party, Fate held on tighter than ever. She could already feel the bruises form on her legs and her bleeding hands, despite the adrenaline pumping through her body. But she pulled the chain tighter and tighter, and held on for dear life, unable to think of anything else. Perhaps if she kept pulling tighter, she would break a wire, bend a frame, something that might give her an advantage. Or maybe the thing’s blaster fire would bring the entire roof down on the two and end them both. I WILL NOT LOSE YOU STUPID CLANKER!
  11. Being grabbed and forced to do something suddenly was an experience Fate decided was not pleasant. It was a sudden relinquishment of control of what was happening with your very body. In all of her years of training at Jedi Temples, losing control of a situation was not something she did very well. Meditating was difficult of course, and early combat training brought out the worst in her, but Fate fought every step of the way to maintain control over herself and her actions. So when Fate was grabbed by ‘Bird’, she at first tried to flail as a reaction, trying to regain control. However, ‘Bird’ had several talons to use, and made sure her flailing wouldn’t be a problem. You kriffing son of porg! Fate tried to swear. Still, she couldn’t help but then feel a rush of exhilaration as she took to the air. Looking down and seeing her feet leave the ground and not rapidly return was a new experience. In another time, it would’ve been enjoyable. Only younglings who’s parents would hoist them into the air felt this way. “Hey, that thing tripped us!” One of the heads bemoaned. “That little twat!” Another head cursed. The large robotic being struggled to pick itself up. Its design with four legs was never intended to fall over easily, so its makers had never included programming methods to get back up. Still, it tried to find a way, as it pushed against the floor to tip itself upwards. Fate crashed into the floor with more grace then Hugglepup did. Because of that, she picked herself up quicker than he did and glanced back towards the three headed droid. It was already up, and charging after the group. Acid rain fell on it, sizzling holes into its chassis, but it ignored them. Or at least, one of the heads ignored them. “See? This is why we should have had an oil bath!” “Don’t care, I’m gonna crush that horned one’s head!” “That does sound better then shooting him. Feet or arms?” “Shut up! Feet of course!” Fate’s mind was working in overdrive. Like with the cultists, she would have gone off instinct. However, unlike the cultists, she was having to protect her comrade, who was in mortal danger of the charging colossus of metal. Before she was fighting for herself. Inside the train station, she was unsure if Bird would be able to get hugglepup out of the way of danger in time. Here, she was fighting to protect someone else. In spite of this, or maybe because of this, Fate felt her next actions more influenced by the Force than any other time. Her next actions felt so in tune with the Force that she actually felt one with it. She ran towards the charging bot, hand reaching for her makeshift hook. With sudden deftness, she dived and slid beneath the droid’s four monstrous legs, one of them stomping right next to where her head was a split second ago. Once on the other side, she threw the hook up and pulled on the Force to guide its throw. The hook flew and wrapped itself around the neck of the central head. As her last action while still completely in tune with the Force, Fate pulled, forcing the droid to stop and nearly fall over backwards. Hugglepuff! Get up! Fate tried to shout. She got to her feet and pulled the hook tighter . Hopefully the droid would again fall over backwards and without the stairs, be unable to get back up.
  12. Fate didn’t move when she heard Hugglepup’s voice, nor his birds noises. She was just done. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to continue. She just wanted to sit and do nothing and never move again. It was easier than to keep trying. Maybe she could just lay down and never get up again. Or maybe she could… Fate’s head shot up as she heard a new noise from the subway tunnels. Clanking and chirping, as metal strode over concrete and durasteel. Huggle… Fate started to attempt to call out for help, forgetting her vocoder was in pieces somewhere in the tunnel. However, afterwards she was happy she didn't speak, cause she could hear voices coming from the tunnel. “And so I think we ought to kill the next person we find.” “Shall I do it?” a second voice chimed in. “No, no, lets not do that…” a third voice started to disagree. Fate stood up and slowly took a step back towards the stairwell She wasn’t sure what was approaching, but it sounded big. The only thing stopping her from dashing off was the fact that there were voices. The fact that anyone else was alive down here was nothing short of a miracle. “Well what should we do?” The second voice asked the other two. “Oh! Would you look at that?” A red light suddenly blinded Fate as it flicked on from several light sources. “Quick, shoot it, shoot it good!” The first voice demanded. “With what? Stunners or blasters?” “How about we be nice to it first?” “Oh come on, I want to kill something its been too long.” Fate uncovered her eyes and looked at the ‘thing’ that had approached. Lumbering through the tunnels on four legs, the larger than normal droid was intimidating to say the least. It easily stood 3 meters tall, modified over and over with an assortment of scrap parts. Fate believed it may have had the base of a MI-series security droid, but with how much rework it had, it was difficult to tell. Besides which, the thing had not just one, but three heads, talking amongst themselves. Welded on quite well, the heads were actually able to rotate to face each other. Fate started to raise a hand to try to get its attention, thinking maybe she could convince the security droid she was a jedi. Perhaps it was just patrolling the tunnels and needed a memory wipe. “Be quiet you” all three voiced at the same time, before speaking to themselves again. “So are we going to shoot it?” “Oh shoot your own head off” “What? Why?” “You talk too much” Fate looked the droid over and realized that maybe Hugglepuff had a point in staying aboveground. “No he doesn’t” “I thought you were on my side” “I am! Come on guys, lets stop arguing and get a nice oil bath” “Alright, alright, we kill this thing, and then we get an oil bath, and a recharge of our batteries” “Oh must we?” “Okay okay, no recharge, but lets kill the thing anyway.” All three heads nodded to each other in agreement and turned to face Fate. “Uh…where did it go?” one of the heads asked. Fate was already halfway up the stairwell, nearly crashing into Hugglepuff” She didn’t even stop when she passed the Zabrack. With no way to talk, she hoped that her terrorized energy would be enough to convince him to follow. However, if her running away wasn’t enough to convince him, the sudden blaster fire from the subway tunnel as the three-headed droid gave chase “Hey look! Another one!” “Shall we kill that one too? “Come on, come on! Don’t let up! Shoot them all!” “Right!” the other two heads agreed, as the droid continued to open fire.
  13. “Ya, better than anything we have so far…” Fate agreed as she made her way with the Zabrack. “I don’t recall any Jedi temples on Nar Shaddaa, do you? Maybe these cultists belonged to some obscure local practice, and it just got way too out of hand.” Fate began to theorize, not really expecting an answer. At this point, she was just talking because she was happy to have the ability to speak again. “Ah, that can’t be good…” Fate noted the incoming green lighting bolts. She felt the Force begin to tighten around her stomach, a clear indication of the danger was incoming. Not that she needed the Force to tell the danger. The unnatural green color of the lightning was a solid indicator all by itself, and her little knowledge of irradiation was enough to know that any weather after an apocalyptic event was not good. “Uh, think think, we can’t stay above ground…” Fate said out loud, starting to panic inside. “ or at least we can’t stay outside. If we find some cover, maybe we can…” Fate’s foot hit something. She gave a curse and pulled her foot back, the piece of metal from an advertising sign stubbing her toe greatly. “Stupid kriffing piece of-” Fate started to curse as she hopped on one foot, grasping her hurt foot. However, after a few hops, she lost her balance and began to fall down a nearby stairwell. “Kriff!” Fate exclaimed as she tumbled down, bashing into each wall once while continually rolling like some poor excuse of a stuntman. To her credit, she rolled quite well, not stopping until she hit the bottom. Unfortunately for her, she landed face first, smashing her recently fixed vocoder mask into the pavement at the bottom. Sparks began to leap as the mask began to emit a high-pitched squeal. Once Fate regained her senses and realized that the noise was not just inside her ears, she grabbed at the mask frantically. No longer able to speak, her eyes widened with panic. No no no no no!!! Not again!!! Fate pulled the mask and smacked it a few times, causing the wiring inside the smashed thing to short out ending the endless screech. After a few moments of reexamining the device, she gave a silent roar and smashed a closed into the wall, hardened knuckles cracking the concrete. After another two more strikes, Fate finally stopped and sat in utter defeat. It was pointless. The mask was completely smashed and broken. No amount of simple wiring would fix it this time. She would need more complex tools that would be impossible to find in this irradiated city. A sudden surge of anger filled up the Anomid as she reexamined the mask again. Without thinking, she threw the mask into the darkness further ahead. The Force around her became taught, sending the mask flying with unprecedented power. In the distance, she could hear the mask strike a wall and shatter into countless pieces. Fate gave a dejected groan and leaned backwards, palms over her eyes. It was pointless to be angry, but she didn’t know what else to do. Her open palms turned to fists as the Anomid began to beat her head softly. She was going to die on this stupid planet, doomed to never become a jedi, and forsaken to a life of eternal silence with a idiotic Zabrack and his pet bird. Finally, Fate brought her legs in and crossed her arms over them. Holding back a tear, she glanced around. The place she was in looked like some kind of subway tunnel entrance, but with the pure darkness, it was hard to see further than a couple meters. Perhaps the two could make their way using the subway tunnel, but with the luck she was having, Fate was doubting it.
  14. At first, Fate almost sighed at Hugglepup’s eagerness. It had been such a short separation, and not long enough. However, that annoyance turned to shock, as Fate muttered in disbelief at the sight. “Wha-? Where the kriff? How?” Fate grabbed her own head in shock. From the distance, she couldn’t tell that it was a fake plant, nor did she care at the moment. At the moment, she was just in disbelief that something green actually survived. “Nevermind, questions later, lets just… wait” Fate’s tone, had it been organic and utilizing actual vocal cords, would’ve changed greatly. Instead, it remained monotone. Her eyes however, spoke levels. “That's…you gotta be kidding me” Fate rubbed her eyes, the annoyance returned in full force. Fate gave a deep groan, trying to push down her feelings and held a six fingered hand for the fake plant. “So you found something i see. You think the cultits will accept it? Because honestly, this is probably the closest we will get to actually finding a shrubbery.”
  15. Fate could almost beat the Zabrack to a pulp she was so mad. Even blood-crazed Mandalorians would have been preferable to having no contact whatsoever. At least there would be an option to steal a ship, or get a message out to allied forces, or even be taken prisoner and used as a negotiation tactic. Anything would have been better. Fate’s annoyance was so great that her hand had briefly gone towards her broken blade. Inches from the hilt, she stopped herself, realizing how annoyed she was getting and, foolish as he was, Hugglepup was at least thinking. Foolishly according to her, but at least he was thinking. “Until the Force takes me and makes me one…” Fate said, recomposing herself. “I’m going to keep acting like it won’t happen today.” It was a harsh way of looking at things, but one she had not learned by herself. More than once she noticed how other Jedi acted in the Temple and on their holorecordings. They continued trying to live and actively make a difference and never simply just gave up. At that moment was when the Anomid saw the figure. A shadow more than anything, she felt her own blood grow cold as it disappeared as swiftly as it formed. “I don’t think those cultists are just going to let us leave.” Fate observed. She glanced towards the buildings and nodded to one of them. “You take a look in these buildings, ill look in this garage looking place over here. Meet back here in 20 minutes.” With that Fate left Hugglepup to his own devices. Never did she think that after so many days of isolation, she would actually welcome returning to it for some separation from the Zabrack. The building was as what Fate expected. A mechanic’s garage of sorts. Like so many other buildings, it was already ransacked and practically turned over, with debris and trash scattered everywhere. However, unlike the other buildings, a lone vehicle sat inside. A slightly rusted M-68 hoisted up by several cables to the ceiling, most of its outer plating had been removed, but at first glance, it looked like it had all of its necessary pieces. Fate rushed over and examined the exposed engine. While doubtful, she hoped that perhaps the thing still worked. However, she was quickly disappointed upon seeing the damage the engine had sustained from the radioactive blasts. Given that it took her this long to find parts to fix her vocoder mask, she knew it was beyond impossible to find the right parts to fix the speeder. A chill crept up Fate’s backside. A quick glance around revealed she was still alone in the building, but the sense of dread remained. Whether it was the cultists making their presence known again or some other feeling from the Force was affecting her, Fate wasn’t sure. But it did serve as a reminder that she was for the most part, unarmed besides her fists. Fate glanced at the cables holding the speeder in the air. “Now that’s an idea” Fate chuckled. A few moments later, a crash from the garage could be heard as the speeder fell to the floor Fate stepped out, coiling the cable and hooking it to her belt. One end she looped into a twisted piece of rebar tha,t with some sharpening, could make a decent hook. A sub-par weapon perhaps, but Fate realized that if the two had another situation of Hugglepup unable to climb down or Fate needing a makeshift grapple hook to climb up made the tool useful. “Hey! Hugglepup! Where are you?” Fate called out as she exited the garage. .
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