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“You have contacted the Expeditionary force of his Imperial Majesty, the high emperor of the Sith. Surrender the Jedi among you or you will all perish in fire and blood.”

 

Xar paused at the statements. So...rude. Still, the others were passing by, and the Nemodian had just ordered Xar to not shoot the soldiers. 

 

“Everyone here is so...so…” Xar began to grumble but stopped himself. So his requirements were getting stiffer. He could do this. He waited a moment till the others couldn’t overhear him and then spoke softly to the soldiers who were coming on them.

 

“Very well sir. You will have no arguments from us or our partner and leader of the group…” Xar almost chuckled at the next part. The one perk of being a droid is that others could take the blame for a droid’s actions when needed. 

 

“Nemodian Jim Meer. However…”

 

Xar looked at those in the group and realized the obvious. Almost everyone had gone back, blindly without the droid’s light. The Mon Cal. The Zeltron. The red skinned being. All had gone back to face the Sith troopers. All except the Neimoidian.

 

“Son of a jawa kissing...troopers? All three Jedi are coming to you. We wash our hands of them. Deal with them swiftly for all our sakes.”

 

And with that, Xar switched off his communications and dashed after the Neimoidian. This whole situation reeked, and not just from the sewage. A well dressed lying Neimoidian wants to go find a strange voice through raw sewage, being pursued by Sith troopers who he didn’t want dead? No doubt they were a distraction for these jedi so he could claim the true prize here. This Neimoidian...whoever he was…knew more than he was letting on. 

 

The room, with all of the black ash, the burnt corpses, the old and destroyed equipment, was where Xar found the Nemodian. 

 

“Meer!” Xar uttered as his light bathed the room in a crimson red. He stepped closer and had his claws open, ready. 

 

“The Sith have what they want. And we believe this…” Xar gestured to the room, specifically to the breathing sound, “...is what you want, no? So tell us...who are you, really? And what is this? We demand to know...now”

 

Xar flexed his claws and readied himself for an attack. The Nemodian may have been blind, but he could navigate and no doubt could fight. Now there were only the two, and Xar was no idiot. The Neimoidian didn’t necessarily need him anymore to navigate down this far. 

 

If this liar lied again, Xar would only need a fraction of a second to activate his claws and leap forward to slice a disgraceful throat before he drew his knife. If he drew his knife before answering, Xar could dodge and impale his foe.  Such a death would be worthy of lying to a superior being at this time. 

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Nok moved to the edge of the pit. His blind regard switched from artifact to artifact, and his fingertips began to unconsciously rub together, a slight smile quirking the edges of his mouth.

22 hours ago, Xar said:

“Meer!” Xar uttered as his light bathed the room in a crimson red. He stepped closer and had his claws open, ready. 

 

“The Sith have what they want. And we believe this…” Xar gestured to the room, specifically to the breathing sound, “...is what you want, no? So tell us...who are you, really? And what is this? We demand to know...now”

Nok's body froze. Then, smoothly, he turned to the droid.

 

"Fine. My name is Nok Morliss. I'm a wealthy entrepreneur and an amateur Sith. I was tasked by a potential master to come to Mon Calamari and retrieve...something." He turned his face upward, as if in thought. "I'm not sure what, that was kept fairly vague. Just an 'offering' of some kind. When the dark voice started talking and the chanting began, I made what I think is a rather reasonable assumption and decided it was linked to what I came for. Judging by this room," he said, a smile splitting his face, "I'd say I was right. Even a tenth of the rubble in here is valuable, not to mention an excellent bribe for any Sith on Onderon." He turned back to the droid. "I think you'll understand why I wanted to keep this from the more 'old-fashioned' members of the group. True to form, they've gone off to die gloriously.

 

And thanks to your quick thinking, we'll have a chance to explain ourselves to the troopers. My ship and identity are both registered by the Sith Imperial census bureau, so if we can get them to not shoot us long enough to look up my name, we should be fine." He grinned wider. "Especially with something like this lab to offer. Play it smart, and we'll get out of this alive, and may be richer than we started. There is still that reward out on Jedi right?"

 

Nok turned back to regard the pit.

 

"Now, before we start congratulating ourselves, I should tell you that I'm having trouble sensing down there, which I think unfortunately means we've reached the end of the line," Nok said, pointing down.

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The liquid cable launchers pulled the commandos of the Darkhand brigade further into the massive tangle of caverns, launching them in groups from one side of the chasm to the other. Delta’s eyes searched the periphery of the cavern’s entrance as he waited for his men and women to form back up behind him. Seventy odd commandos in the caverns hunting the ghosts of the Jedi order, while the rest of the Darkhand fought and died topside. His eyes took in the long ago carved wall of the cave system, its stone still strong after what could have been centuries of unuse. 

 

The internal comm on his helmet chirped, Blacktorin’s voice, cool and soothing, spoke over the command net, Something only the Lieutenants and above could hear. “We are on their heels, let's get going.” Delta nodded his head and looked behind him. The unit of men were ready, blasters, sonics, flechettes, up and pointing towards the entrance where the Jedi had very likely gone.He waved his hand and together they began to move into the cave system. Delta led alongside Blacktorin while the rank and file, sergeants and privates moved in several fluid firing lines behind him. Lines that with a nod of the head could pour a wicked fire onto whatever they found. 

 

But it was the Jedi that found them first. 

 

The ominous sound of an old fashioned slugthrower’s rear hammer was surprisingly loud in the quietness of the cave, especially through helmets that amplified the sound of low level noises. But before he could react a voice shouted out from ahead and Delta and his first firing line fell into a crouch, rifles and carbines tracking for the noise. The IR lights of the firing lines and Delta’s own E-22 revealed a red faced Zeltron holding what looked like a slugthrower and a single thermal detonator. And a single lightsabre on her belt. She looked less than ten meters away and Delta cursed himself for not sending out a group of skirmishers that would have found this threat far before it reared its head to his company. The second firing line stepped up behind their crouching squadmates and doubled the number of rifles pointing downrange. 

 

Delta spoke softly into his helmet comm unit as he triggered it back to Darkhand company. His thumb sliding along the fire selector switch of his rifle as he did so. 

 

“Non lethals only are cleared for action-” 

 

But before he could give the command to eliminate the threat posed by a single unarmoured Jedi, a second one pushed past her and lowered her slugthrower with his hand. Also thereby eliminating the threat of her thermal detonator. There was no way she would not just frag them both with the thing if a single blaster bolt tore through whatever defenses they might have. Delta blinked. What was their plan? 

 

Then the man spoke as he planted his staff and moved to cover the woman with his body. A valiant effort and Delta mentally saluted his courage. He hadn’t been on the briefing, but a Jedi was a Jedi and these two were the bravest Delta had ever seen. For both were unarmoured, and undefended save for the single stave planted in the cave’s flooring. Their Lighsabres were even on their hips. It was enough. As tempting as the man’s offer was Delta couldn’t easily take it. They couldn’t afford a jedi to be conscious in their midst, even restrained. It was like inviting a Rancor onto a schoolbus, no one was that stupid. And Delta was far from foolish. He had no desire to risk more lives than he needed.

 

So they didn't need to kill either of them. But they needed to eliminate the threat. And there was no time to negotiate. 

 

Blaster rifles, flechette launchers, slugthrower carbines, and Sonics were pointed at the human who had loomed out of the darkness like some great beacon of light. Well with dozens of rifles pointed at him, most of which carried IR glowrods underneath their forward grips, he did quite look like a man standing in a beam of sunlight. At least this Jedi and the girl behind him would have one more day in the sun.

 

Delta nodded, squeezing his trigger as he whispered the firing order through their helmet comms. And like a wave, dozens of rifles discharged at the man and the girl behind him. Lighting the cave up in a storm of blinding light. If Delta hadn’t been wearing his helmet, his ear drums would have been ruptured by the accompanying blasts of the sonic weapons. 

 

Sonics screeched towards the two Jedi along with a wave of stun rounds fired by blaster rifles. The first to split and destroy eardrums and balance, the second to eliminate the threat completely. No Jedi could keep up concentration from unshielded ears and two dozen stun blasts.The commandos holding slugthrowers and flechettes kept their weapons ready and trained should the first assault fail. 

 

<<Capture Shot Requested on Mjan Sadow Iv-Adas and Sara Corion>>


 

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As Xar listened to the words that were spoken, his body slowly relaxed into a more neutral stance. His claws bent back into a non-combative state. Finally, some truth. 

 

“And thanks to your quick thinking, we'll have a chance to explain ourselves to the troopers…” 

 

And some praise didn’t hurt either, especially since Xar felt like he had done most of the work to get down here. The navigating, the leading, the source of light… the only thing the others had done was knock down a bridge and stop an explosion. Nothing compared to the superior acts of a superior droid.

 

Xar took a moment to study the equipment in the pit. It honestly looked like a bunch of broken old tools and long destroyed lab equipment. A quick glance at the parchments revealed nothing, and honestly this all looked rather useless. 

 

Still, this Nok seemed fascinated by the pit and the contents. And he was paying. 

 

“We do not see much value here, Nok…” Xar stated. He looked back and turned to examine a rotted body. It was old. The flesh was partially gone, but not from vermin. There were no maggots, no rodents, nothing. No…

 

Xar poked at the body a bit, confident that it was once a quarren. With a splurt, the body leaked some partially liquifying organs out a newly poked hole. The flesh was still breaking down naturally, at an incredibly slow pace. By his assumption, Xar believed it was still in the state of active decay. Even with the obvious scorch marks in the room, the body still had much body to it. Something was off here. Vermin go everywhere, even this far down. Why hadn’t they eaten anything down here? Why hadn’t the bacteria acted quicker?

 

Xar moved alongside Nok again and stared at the darkness. His red sight fought the green glow, creating a sharp silent battle of twin colors. A battle of running blood piercing a miasmic aura. 

 

“If this is the end of the line, then where is that voice of yours?” Xar asked. With a curious intention, Xar picked up a loose pebble with his foot claws, brought it up to his hands, and threw it into the waters. 

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They say that before battle, there comes a calming moment, a moment where truths are realized and decisions made, and a moment where instinct overcomes thought and at the right moment, action overtakes instinct. For Mjan, this was that moment, his golden gaze staring into a blinding light from dozens of Imperial Troopers standing before him, and in that moment, he understood defeat at it's very core. And in this moment, Mjan found a semblance of clarity in the calm.

 

His grief had blinded him, Rose and Nia both having disappeared from sight and touch, and he had cut himself off from it, pushing back his attachments to the two in an attempt to prolong the feeling of such pain. But now, here, in this moment, he let it grasp his mind in remembrance, as he readied for whatever decision this Commander chose to be his finale. And taking a deep breath, he let the mental block he held go. If he was destined to die here this day, then he had so much to look forward in the afterlife. But if not, and they chose to capture him instead, at least he would have lived up to the Jedi that Nia believed the Jedi to be. And in that, he smiled.

 

But as that smile graced his lips, a shiver twisted up his spin as the Force flowed back into him, a breath of fresh air flowing into an unconscious soul with Aira's wise words of the Force echoing in his mind as he went to react, knowing their intent of the former and that Sara had been included. "The Force is whatever you make it, it can be anything you wish it to be." As the sounds of fire lit up the narrow tunnels, Mjan swirled his hands circularly as he called the Force to his aid briefly at the front, the first few waves of the sonics and stun bolts deflecting off of the Force and crashing into the stone around them as he stepped into a turn hearing the stone begin to crack and crumble, using what energy he held left to push Sara out of the way and to safety as the tunnel behind him collapsed.

 

Knowing that Sara was safe, the others were safe, the smile still graced his lips as the barrier around him seceded against the Troopers fire and he fell into oblivion. No matter what they did to him, he no longer cared. Death would give him Rose and Nia. And capture would give them nothing save the seemingly last Adas. But as his form hit against the floor in unconsciousness, the flex mask that covered his Tsis lineage drooped against the floor, the tears revealing the red skin and barbed tendrils that were hidden beneath, a prize worthy of any well machined Commander.

 

 

<<Capture Shot Resist Assist on Sara Corion, Capture Shot Successful on Mjan Sadow iv-Adas>>

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Capture Shot Resist Assist and Capture Shot Success

 

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Sara’s mind was like a Nar Shaddaa sky-way; thoughts screamed past her perception before she could hold on. Impulses pounded against her with little care for which one took root. 

 

Still, in a flash of clarity before the crash of arms, Sara’s adrenaline fueled awareness illuminated fragments of a familiar voice echoing through the cavern passage. It was the Nemoidian. She couldn’t place who he was talking to, but the raspy lilt to his cocky posturing was unmistakable 

 

"My...name... Nok Morliss-iss. I'm… Sith-th"

 

Kriff, Leena was right!

 

But she couldn’t do anything about that right now. Anger boiled over regarding the tentacle-faced man that put himself between her and the troopers. She could barely understand his ill-formed attempts at chivalry, but that didn’t stop the metaphorical steam from pouring out of her ears. Inaudibly cursing at him and refusing to move, she instead adjusted the aim of her pistol so she could hit the troopers above his shoulder if need be; at least, where she thought the troopers were. It was a big mass of targets so even a wide shot might catch them.

 

Though, with the firepower they had, the trooper’s shots would tear through both of them regardless of the shield he posed. From the sounds of their footfalls, there were quite a few of them and Sara’s past assured her that: where there were troopers, there were always more troopers.  

 

With seconds to live before the Sith unloaded their first volley, a small part of Sara thanked whatever maker deigned to create her in such a tumultuous world with another of her infamous finger-based salutes. Then she clicked the trigger of her slugthrower and hit the button of her thermal det. 

 

5

 

Before she could see what happened, a red arm snaked out and hit her in the chest, sending her thermal detonator flying toward the troop formation. Her body lifted from the stone and flew cartwheeling with unseen force a good fifteen feet backward just as the tentacle faced man’s barrier braced against a rainbow of gunshots. Where the barrier came from, Sara didn’t know. Nor did she fully comprehend what had just happened. All she knew was that a few of her joints were sprained, a few ribs were broken and her gun was no longer in her hand; neither was the detonator. Good thing I have a spare gun... Priorities Sara... Priorities.

 

4

 

Mjan’s technique succeeded in keeping her from gunfire. But the occasional tock! sound of rubble falling was replaced by larger rocks that began to tumble from the ceiling. Apparently the Jedi’s technique had dislodged something. Things were going from bad to worse. And as the chorus of rocks falling from the ceiling surrounded her, Sara internally screamed at her arms to start dragging her further down the tunnel. They were the only extremities that didn’t seem to be damaged from the tumble she took. 

 

 

She had gained some ground but it was slow going and she had no idea if her thermal was going to do anything. All she knew is there was barely anything keeping her from trouble at this point. Every desperate clawing gesture was potentially futile but her stubborn survival instinct would not let her give up. She kept scrabbling forward even as more rocks began to fall all around her. She didn’t know where she was. All she knew is that the troops were in the other direction and that was good enough for her. 

 

 

I hope Leena is safe, wherever she is. And I don’t know if she can hear me, but maybe her force weirdness can reach out. The Sith are here. No one is safe…

 

1...

 

<< Capture Shot Defense >>

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Capture shot ruling


 

Spoiler

 

Okay, so first thing's first, Mijan already confirmed himself captured. This leaves me to analyze the rest of the situation, which really boils down to a lot of troops firing, Mijan throwing up a barrier to hold it off and offering Sara a moment to escape through a collapsing tunnel. All in all, well written on all sides. Mijan is a Knight and is certainly capable of the cover he provided, which was the tipping point for me determining that there was a large window in the narrative that Sara could have escaped through, the net cast by Delta's attempt not quite encircling her.


Capture vs. Mijan successful
Capture vs. Sara failed
Live thermal detonator in play - this needs immediate attention by Delta and potentially Mijan.

 

EDIT: As a note, there is still flammable/explosive lethane gas everywhere. In the interest of the story, the single round Sara is supposed to have fired from her slugthrower in her last post is here considered to have been a misfire, which did not discharge and subsequently did not set off an enormous fireball, which likely would have dire consequences for the story. This was determined by the storyline GM (Leena) to be the best way to handle this moving forward, and I agree.

 

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Leena held her breath. Her eyes were closed as she focused inward on the force as it churned within her chest. She heard the stamp of the troopers. It sounded like they were just outside the crevice she had wedged herself into. She daren’t open her eyes even. 

 

And then, it erupted, chaos. The odd warp of the sound-field as the chorus of stun fire and sonic weapons unleashed. That was not the most terrifying part though, the sudden rumble of the stone around her was. It sounded, sounded like the shaft was giving in. A cave in?

 

Leena sunk even deeper into the force, trying to envelope herself in a sphere of flowing protective energy, unsure if even that could save her if the entire aged shaft collapsed in on itself.

 

Out of sight and unheard over the tumble of boulders from the ceiling outside, the pressure of water began to spray inwards like dozens of closely compacted fire suppression systems of yore; except this water was salty and pure and COLD!

 

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 Meanwhile, at the maw to the pit, Xar’s well aimed rock arced downwards through  the makeshift opening in the ceiling before it landed with a ‘bloop’ mete inches from the shoreline where the nearest waters met the rocky shoreline of the massive cavern. Nothing stirred as the slight ripples faded into the darkness.

 

Out of sight from the caved in mouth overlooking the desecrated work space / lab / temple / thing a desecrated and rundown altar made of large stones stood at the edge of the water. Atop it sat the armored skeletal remains of an ancient humanoid. Elsewhere an overturned set of 4 shelves sat atop the remains of books, parchments, and what could only be described as several ancient shattered datapads.

 

Piles of bones lined the walls haphazardly as if they had been discarded without a care, each one covered in gouges and were those teeth marks? 


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SHADOW

 

 

The black tunnels flickered in snapshot framerates while a madbeast of unhinged speed thundered through the old systems. As fast as his natural body could push, the dark rush of the force urged him beyond that. A sonic press carried the assassin over tremendous chasms between strides, carrying the hunter far beyond the highest paces of an Asharl panther. The deep energy buried here was his beacon, a fascination inside of him fueling his turbulence, for his return had only unearthed the weakest of adversaries thus far. This encounter would not yield the same results. Retired sub-oceanic channel systems like these were sullied to the treads with dirt and muck layering themselves thrice over, and tracking the march of many men through these conditions became a thing of ease when your eyes were one with the darkness. The adrenaline of the hunt elevated his sensory perceptions in every sense, almost tasting the threat of excitable air leaking in abundance, savoring the bountiful life force straddled at the front line.

 

Communications rattled off inside of his half-mask, keeping him apprised as the moments between Darkhand and the objectives intensified. Erroneous blocks of static worsened the deeper he journeyed, thankfully stealing his attention from the worthless rabble that echoed through the wide shaft part-ways. None of that mattered now that he drew dangerously close. The Neimodian apprentice that was sent here had found himself in the unforgiving stomach of destiny, signaling the the imperial machine of a presence far superior to that of simple rebel scum. What was of interest was the crackling archaic voice that had rummaged over the waters of Mon Calamari, the one that spoke with an alien tongue unknown and abstract of forgotten dialect, in a tone that seemed more drowned than coherent. That voice had gone quiet.

 

Silence.

 

 

The language of chaos rang loudly, bellowing rifles spit forward in an overwhelming tide of power. Over seventy of his own ahead, enormous in gathering, engorged the underpass wastefully. The Dark Lord shoved passed the Darkhand, titanic in the way his strength and speed carved a path through the formation. As he swept through the masses, their tactical visors synchronized that this was a friendly that had joined them, but their shock and awe of the man was not subdued by any stretch. Too late. The only shed of lighting came from the beaming of glow-rods, and while the first non-lethal volley let loose, an amateurish scramble between the two unidentified creatures became reality. The Blood Prince gave them a choice, therein lies his lesson. Exodus crashed forward noticing the glinting metal of a hand-grenade jar unwittingly from the fumbling woman, only seconds to react, the allfather knew this well, he reached out from two-thirds inside of the shootout and heaved a wolfish telekinectic throw with his left. With his right, he simultaneously yanked his arm backwards, pulling against what he had just shoved. The thermal detonator, and three of the servicemen whipped forward with bone-breaking airspeed, and then as if on strings, the three meat-sacks were wrenched backwards, careening into their comrades. 

 

 

Two, one...

 

 

 


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As the wave of bolts and shrieking echoes of the sonic blasts died away the room was left utterly silent. Here and there a pebble fell in cascade along the collapse, but in the IR reflection a solitary silver orb came silently towards the lines of the Darkhand. At his side, Delta could feel Blacktorin pull away from him as she began to run towards the orb, perhaps to what? Kick it like it was a laserball? Delta admired her courage and just as suddenly a wave of energy passed through his men, parting the lines like they had been crushed by a cavalry charge. His visor indicated another blinking frequency attached to his SCI and Delta smiled.

Two men, privates Jhren and Helmsdorn, were tossed like leaves before the storm that was the Sith Lord. And their shouts of alarm echoed through the helmet embedded comms until a flash of light overcame the automatic darkening of the HUD and Delta involuntarily winced away. A swatch of stone and air was vaporized in a mighty arc that would have cut like a scythe through his men should the Sith not intervened with his skillful use of the force. Even the two privates, discarded like wrappers of ration packs, fell to the ground of the cavern relatively unharmed. Save for their pride and one rifle that had broken its stock in the tumble.

There was a pause as Delta looked over the scene before him, a Sith, awesome in power, alone, and a crumpled form of a single jedi, laying in an ever expanding pool of salinated water. And from the speed of its rise, Delta could assume that this cave system was lost. There would be no good to come from going further, or clearing the rockfall. All they would likely find were a body of a drowned girl. He pushed forward, running past the shocked Blacktorin to the Jedi who was lying face down in what very well could e his grave if they didn’t rush to save him from drowning. He could hear the footsteps of several more commandos as they rushed to assist their captain in securing the prize.

 

He was a small man compared to the bulky troopers that hauled him out of the dark water. Delta grabbed his hair and steadied his head, letting his HUD fully document the red face and the weird tendrils that spoke to perhaps say another humanoid species that Delta had not yet met. He tempted the use of an actual glow rod, not trusting the identification software to work with only the IR spectrum. Though far more detailed, he seemed to match the handouts perfectly. Delta looked up to the Sith Lord and saluted. Crisp and cleanly. The gesture carried the honour that Delta bestowed upon him and the thanks for the lives of his men. But with the water rapidly rising to the level of his knees Delta doubted that they could stay here for much longer and with a hand gesture His crew began to double back, searching for another cave system to reach the departed Jedi. 

 

Delta and Blacktorin kept close by the trooper hauling the fallen Jedi. Blacktorin kept her Slugthrower close, it's muzzle pressed firmly against the back of his skull. For she and Delta knew, that any Jedi assaulting the unit would not stop except under the threat of a murder.

 

As a cohesive unit the darkhand began to move, the three lines of men searching every crevice for the slightest hint of life or new tunnels. 


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On 5/25/2020 at 11:21 PM, Xar said:

“If this is the end of the line, then where is that voice of yours?” Xar asked. With a curious intention, Xar picked up a loose pebble with his foot claws, brought it up to his hands, and threw it into the waters. 

"If I had to guess, somewhere down there. I think-"

 

Nok stopped as a deep boom followed by a low rumble that swelled into the roar of shattering stone echoed through the chamber. Throughout it, he remained perfectly still, but as the cacophony subsided, he turned his head and stared blindly towards the tunnel entrance that had been the source of the explosion.

 

"...someone survived that." His mouth pursed in a thoughtful expression. "Just one...and in pain. Broken ribs, at least." Nok stayed silent for several long moments. Then, what was left of his eyes widened, the ugly scars spreading out from under the blindfold stretching and twisting in his expression of surprise.

 

Then, just as quickly, his expression brightened, a smile sliding onto his face. He turned to Xar and kept his voice low. "I think we just hit on a stroke of luck." Looking back at the hole, he wryly added, "assuming whatever's down there didn't just get woken up." He stood up. "Let's go collect our friend."

 

Maintaining as much class as possible in a robe soaked with fecal matter, Nok started towards the tunnel and the survivor.


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Xar glanced back at where they had come from after the large boom noise came. His sensors scanned the walls intently, searching for any sign of a cave in at their spot. The walls shook, the rocks shuddered...but all was still after. Nothing to worry about at the moment, though another explosion like that could be bad.

 

"...someone survived that."

 

“Impossible. That was most likely a thermal detonator. The only beings that could survive…” Xar had to stop. In the distance, there was a heat signature. Xar stared in disbelief. 

 

"Just one...and in pain. Broken ribs, at least” 

 

Xar glared at the Neimodian. “You are much too perceptive for a blind man Nok. How do you expect to know their medical condition without even seeing them?” 

 

Still, despite Xar’s annoyance at possibly being outdone by his partner, Xar silently agreed with the being. It looked like there was only one person. If they were a threat, surely he, as the superior being, would be able to take care of them. 

 

“Ah ah ah…” Xar said, stopping Nok with an outstretched arm. “As the leader of the group, the injured being will receive us best. We will lead…” 

 

And with that, Xar took the lead, letting the light from his red eye light up the area. Not that it did much good. Dust and rubble had flown everywhere, clouding normal types of vision. Xar hated to admit it to himself, but he was wrong. A cave-in had happen somewhere. The air here was much more still. 

 

Still, a problem to solve later. 

 

“Well well well…” Xar muttered as he made his way forward. The heat signature in his sensors made a much more recognizable image. And one he was not hoping for.  Course, he didn't know what he was hoping for. 

 

“If it isn’t the crazy one...” Xar stated he stopped. Up ahead the red body of the Zeltron came into view of his even more crimson light. Xar quickly noted she had a weapon.  

 

“Zeltron! It is good that you are still functioning.” Xar lied as he kneeled over the broken body. He would’ve rather had nobody survived but Nok seemed to wanted someone else alive.  “Do not move yet though. You are quite damaged. Still, you are functioning. What happened?”  

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The dark presence that emanated from the maw of the pit that Nok and Xar had stood at the precipice of echoed a silent hunger, it could taste its revenge and there was more than one of them. Then surges of power on the long stagnant force spoke that their snare had worked even better than it had hoped. Users of the magicks had heard the call and followed the summons of the deep.
 

Then . . . the closest prey (Nok and Xar) turned and started off towards the chaotic rumbling that had echoed down the chasm of freedom.

 

A surge of anger rippled across the waves of darkness, but quickly subsided at the taste of the fast approached new arrival. A stronger, more worthy victim was approaching.  The Spirit of The Deep could wait patiently a bit longer; after all, had it not waited this long? Mere moments more in the span of time would be nothing to finally exact penance.

 

Settling back into the silence, a deep joyous hunger twinged the call of the force. Ensnared for so very long, it could not hide it anymore. It had not had the need to. Soon the feast would begin.

 

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Further up the abandoned shaft, chaos reigned king over all. The display of force power from the Sithling Jedi had destabalized an already precarious situation, pebbles and boulders fell free from the darkened ceiling above, thundering to the floor sending up plumes of dust, dirt and ash. Accompanying this was the true master of Mon Calamari; the sea. Cold seawater, untouched by the warming light of the sun and pure in its salinated state, cascaded after the fallen rocks, tumbling down both sides of the pile of rubble, that reached nearly to where the ceiling had stood, in a frigid waterfall.

 

The water flowed quickly in both directions along the flat portion of the tunnel, only stopping to build its strength when the shaft began to arc back upwards towards the surface. It was only a matter of time before the seas reclaimed the shaft and all it touched as its own. It was the way of the masters of this and every world.

 

At the opposite end of the shaft, beyond the debris, the water flowed downwards, towards the maw, and it quickly surged passed the fallen Zeltron, a stream of near freezing liquid racing until it could find a wall upon which to gnaw. The fallen woman meant nothing to it, nor did the metallic feet of Xar or the Nemoidian. The waters did not care, they simply surged to claim that which was their own and sacrifice any that stood before it.

 

And then an explosion echoed up and down the shaft, vaporizing part of the hill of cavern ceiling. It rattles rattled forth a few more rocks and boulders that tumbled downwards and rolled to the foot of the pile.

 

The waters only surged downwards and outwards faster, loosed from their bonds.

 

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Within the crevice, Leena crouched, envelopes in the warmth of the light side of the force. Even as the cold waters lapped at her feet and calves, she tried to give her body over to the warm embrace that was the force and ignore the sharp pain of unsuspected cold.

 

Did anyone survive?’ she wondered silently. A cave in and then an explosion surely were not good signs. Now with the water rushing in, Leena knew her companions could be in real trouble, if they were alive. Reaching out with the force, she sought to touch them, even the Nemodiain, to see if she could find them; see if they lived on. Through the surges of the darkness that had mummified this very venture from the moment they came underground and now seemed as if to awaken, Leena’s mind pressed. Before she could find her companions, except Master Mjan, who seemed to be in some sort of altered state and unresponsive to her prodding, Leena encountered another force of darkness. Another Sith? If so, it was nothing like the presence of The Neimodian; nor did it have the ancient beastial-awakening feel of the darkness that enshrouded them all. This, was darkness, personified.

 

Leena did not have time to ponder it or prod any further as soldiers came upon her. Carefully shoving the lightsaber hilt at her hip deeper into her soaked and filthy robes so as to not give herself away immediately, Leena pried herself out slowly, raising her hands up in the air. “Don’t shoot! I am a medic. I am sworn to preserve life, not take it.”


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“Zeltron! It is good that you are still functioning.”

 

Liar...

 

The monstrosity’s tinny warble woke Sara from her mental internment. She sat strewn about the ragged cave as icy cold saltwater burned her still open wound. Pain screamed with abandon in her tired mind and threatened to consume her, but every stubborn instinct she had screamed in equal measure back into the terrible void. 

 

Her thermal had only succeeded in causing a bigger cave-in and more water to crash into the tunnels, cementing the fact that she was likely going to die here. But she wasn’t going to take death lying down. 

 

Sara winced as she violently wrenched her joints back into place and hissed audibly as she hauled herself to her feet, scowling at Xar all the while. She wasn’t sure when the saber hilt got into her hand, nor when her remaining slug-thrower made it into her other hand. But her golden eyes bored into the dim red of the droid’s optics.

 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Sara yelled. 

 

A noticeable incidental surge of anger swept outward through the force with every loud syllable, crashing into the darkness that she felt approaching, and the darkness that sat quietly belching malice through a gaping maw not far from where she stood. 

 

In this cave of madness and pain, she had had just about enough of everything. 

 

The snap hiss of the saber was inaudible over the powerful crashing in her head. And though her gun hand was shaking, she could feel as her callused fingers pulled back the hammer. 

 

“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE GORRAM CAVES! Now! I’m not going to say it again.” Sara briefly sputtered, expelling seawater caught in her mouth. “STEP OFF!”

 

The Zeltron held the saber’s blade at a lethal angle between her and Xar and stared him down with manic chaos in her amber gaze.

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    In a sequence of moments, it seemed like everything was coming undone. Agents of that ever present poison that the Jedi called the Sith were in through the tunnels, accompanied by a nightmarish entity of pain whose presence felt like shards of glass racing across exposed flesh. It was easy to feel small and powerless when confronted with such relentless oppression, but even in this sickened place T’ali’au was surrounded and filled with the presence of Loloto. The priestess had noticed in her time abroad that people who were separated from nature equated its harmony with peace. Harmony meant that everything had a place in the waters of creation that benefitted everything else in some way, even if it wasn’t immediately apparent. Nature was fully prepared to rise against anything that threatened the natural order, in ways that certainly weren’t peaceful.

 

    T’ali’au observed the thousands of currents that were interwoven to create the ecology around her, and gently nudged certain ones. Loloto cursed those that tried to seize the power of creation away from her, but allowed for a select few to sway the natural path of things as long as they continued to embrace her design. It was not against nature for the local predators to hunt prey and defend their territory. The natural caves and heavy flooding of the area created a perfect point of access as the ocean demonstrated in blunt physicality the difference between harmony and peace.

 

The caves erupted into chaos as sleek and powerful predators surged in from the depths. Keelkana slithered and swam through the tunnels in a territorial blood frenzy, while krakana breached from the larger areas intent on devouring large swathes of Sith troops. The enemy meant to walk against the current, and now the tides were rising and meeting them head on.

 

T’ali’au readied her spear and let her presence fade into the world around her. Soon she would move through the slaughter to aid her unknown allies, making use of the discord to mitigate the numbers and discipline of the enemy. The day could still be won.


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“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE GORRAM CAVES! Now! I’m not going to say it again.” Sara briefly sputtered, expelling seawater caught in her mouth. “STEP OFF!”

 

The Zeltron held the saber’s blade at a lethal angle between her and Xar and stared him down with manic chaos in her amber gaze.

 

Nok held up his hands, stopping roughly 30 feet away. The woman's form churned the Force around her, illuminating her body from within like a bonfire in a bottle. His voice was steady and serious, no pretense or smooth words to speak of.

 

"Calm down. You're angry. You're in a lot of pain. You're scared. I can feel it. Just take a few breaths and think. I promise there are ways out of this."

 

He waited, taking slow, measured breaths.

 

"You have four choices." He extended his hand with four fingers up. He started ticking them down.

 

"One, you can shoot me with that gun. Though," his sightless gaze deliberately fixed on her trembling hand, "I wouldn't bet on your aim. If you miss me, the droid will kill you before you can fire again. If you hit me, the droid will still kill you because he won't be getting paid and lightsabers are worth a lot of money.

 

Two, you can shoot the droid. You might damage him a little, but I doubt you'll kill him before he kills you.

 

Three, you can give me the gun. You have no way out, and if you want to bleed out what's left of your life here on the floor or get arrested and killed by the Sith for being a Jedi collaborator, that's your business. But I'm not turning my back on someone with a gun pointed at me.

 

Four," Nok's face remained passive, "you give me that lightsaber. I want it. I don't intend to use it. That's all I'll say on that. You do that, and when the Sith eventually dig their way in here, I'll tell them you work for me. If we both make it out of here, I'll give you transport off-planet."

 

He spread his hands, his voice still neutral.

 

"Those are your options as I see them. Now think carefully, because you don't get to choose twice. And if you don't choose, someone else in here will."


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Delta could feel his eyes tracking back to Blacktorin and the unconscious Jedi Knight. This had to have been a trap, no Jedi would have given up himself so easily and that fact nagged at his brain with as much force a deepset, muscle level training could give him. If they were trying to set up a trap in their midst, it would not do him much good since he was very obviously stunned. But did the Jedi have the ability to withstand such injury? One look at the red faced Jedi told him that the man was out for the count. Blood dribbled from his ears, the result of the traumatic damage to his inner ears from the sonic rifles and pistols that had taken part in his demise. Some buried part of Delta's subconscious felt pity for the man, a strange and lonely life dedicated to a religion that only got you killed in the end? What kind of life was that? 

 

A quick look a the lifeless hands saw no ring or lover’s bracelet and Delta felt a pang of remorse for whatever lay in wait for the Jedi at the end of the rocky tunnel. A long arduous torture in which he would eventually spill the location of his only friends? Maybe the promise of freedom, ending with a brutal death by a Sith Lord? Or perhaps a turning, a compromise that eventually left him a husk of his former self, too used up by hate to even realize his own despair? Delta could not guess the age of the man, but he knew that whatever his end might have been or whatever fate he would have, it would be a misery. Delta wryly made an internal note to never be on the wrong side of a rebellion, then frowned under his faceless helmet. 

 

Perhaps they would all meet the same end. 

 

But the barking voice of Jansen Trefey, the Sith Sergeant Major that had transferred in from the shattered 31st infantry regiment after Coruscant, woke him from his memories. It was a harsh voice that, though heard through the speakers embedded in the helmet, still carried his Savareen brogue. 

 

“Keep still  lassie! Keep your hands where we can see them! We aren’t going to hurt yeh.”

 

Delta grinned and pushed his way through the three rows of soldiers to see a mass of rifles pointed at a small Mon Calamari. The voice seemed to be a female and one look at her told him that there was little need to put her down. She was filthy, exhausted looking, and claiming to be a medic. Though she wore no uniform of the medical corps. Another plant in whatever trap the Jedi had set. 

 

But why would they sacrifice children like this so willingly? He sighed and stepped forward, turning the glowrod under his blaster rifle from IR emission to its regular setting. Filling the cavernous space with light that reflected harshly from the knee high water. Delta could see some of the soldiers' helmets turn to look back at him, and he knew in that instant that whatever training had been embedded into them, it wouldn’t sit well with them to gun down a child. He flicked his comm to its external settings and took a step towards her, keeping her covered with both barrels of his blaster rifle. 

 

“Miss. please turn over your lightsabre and you will not be harmed. None of us have any desire to kill you.” It wasn’t a lie either. 

 

He turned his comms back to the brigade frequency and whispered an order. 

 

“Deploy skirmishers.” And without acknowledgement ten of his men advanced ahead of the first line as it moved past the girl. Leaving her and their captain in between the lines of marching soldiers. The skirmishers were trained for this of course, and each man advanced with a partner. But they only got a few meters ahead before one of the corporals raised his hand in warning. Then shouted over the command frequency, the skirmisher’s rifles coming up to their shoulders. 

 

“Creatures in the water, Danger close.” 

 

“Back to the line, form up, at the double.” Delta barked the order at his men and they scanned the water with their rifles as they began to backpedal.  

 

One of the skirmishers fell, likely tripping over a loose stone, or perhaps having been grabbed and his scream filled their helmets. His partner tried to grab his hand but he was already dragged beneath the surface. So it had been a trap after all. And in the distance, at a divot in the tunnels Delta could see a writing mass of creatures splashing over each other to get at them. It took enormous patience for those in the front lines to not panic and begin blasting away at the creatures and the skirmishers but they had their orders. And the moment the skirmishers were at the line, the first line fired with everything they had, filling the tunnel with a mix of blaster bolts, flechettes, slugs, and sonics. Anything in the water that stirred would be mercilessly cut down. Delta could see a flash of burned scales and smiled. 

 

He looked back at the Mon Calamari and extended his right hand. 

 

“Come on little one. We will keep you safe, tell your friends to surrender so the red faced one doesn’t die here in a useless sacrifice, it's over.”


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Xar was actually shocked at the Zeltron’s yelling at him. Here he was, a droid trying to help someone who he did not care for, and all he got was yelling? This being was so...rude! As his red sensor looked over the Zeltron trying to understand why this being was being so rude to a being superior to her. 

 

And then the weapons were being shown and threatened at him. That saber, or whatever it was. Xar almost lost it. He deserved far better than this. This being...this lesser peasant...deserved death. 

 

Had not Nok spoken up and started listing options, Xar may have simply attacked at that moment. But now she had a chance to do something right. To take back her words. To stand down. If she did, he would not kill her. 

 

So as Nok spoke and made deals like any Neimodian would, and the Zeltron held her weapons at the ready, Xar stood still. While the water was rushing at their feet, and the cave was dangerously ready to completely collapse, Xar stood still, waiting for an answer. If she fired her gun, he could easily gut her before he died. She was in range of a quick cut to the neck. If she used her saber, he could jump back and take cover. He was a superior being after all. He could survive this. 

 

And so Xar waited for an answer, his claws at his sides, ready to activate and spring into action. 

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Above the din of water cascading and crashing down, and the toe numbing cold that enveloped her feet, rising up over her boots and soaking them, Leena stared wide-eyed. She kept her hands in the air and didn’t move. ‘So this is what Sith look like? I thought they would have lightsabers. That is what all the manuscripts indicate...’

 

And then another trooper shouldered into view and demanded her lightsaber! Maybe they were THE Sith after all; otherwise how would the armor-clad warrior know about the hilt tucked in her clothes out of sight, in the dark? 
 

Reaching out on the force, Leena called the light towards her, from within, from whatever tendrilled strands could pierce the darkness, from the approaching being(s) of light; she mentally touched each of them steadying herself as she stared wide-eyed at the men with their guns. There was no sense in lying; deceit was the language of the Sith. “I had a lightsaber, I gave it to another already. They went on ahead with the others before the explosion.

 

The water was rapidly passing Leena’s knees by now. She was not sure she could trust the men / beings before her, but they hadn’t shot her right off so ... ‘Friends? Red faced one? Leena silently wondered what he was talking about. It was practically black, the faint glow of a light here or there barely illuminating.

 

And she heard it, the splashing and gnashing of teeth, gills, and flippers. It was quickly covered by the din of gunfire and the glowing flashes of red light from the tunnel. ‘Back the direction we came from?’ Leena pondered if she was not mistaken?  ‘Then maybe my friends are still safe.’

 

Closing her eyes, Leena gently inhaled, her open palms gently curling in relaxation allowing the force to wash over and through her as a cleansing wave, pushing the din of the chaos out of mind. She felt the darkness, could practically taste the chaos, felt the creatures as they approached. There were so many lives in this small patch of tunnel suddenly.

 

Suffice to say, this was not how Leena expected her first visit to her homeworld to go, at all!

 

With her hands still held in the air, Leena allowed the light to build up inside her. Suddenly she sent that light forth in a visible surge, blasting forth from her hands in an explosive wave of pure white blinding light. She snapped her fingers, both hands, and pushed the force outwards, her eyes clenched shut.

 

The entire cavern was suddenly illuminated. Light tore through the shadows illuminating bodies, rocks and walls, reflecting off of cold wet metal, shifting waters, and scales. Blindingly bright in its fury before it was gone.

 

And in that moment, Leena dove forward submerging herself in the water. She did not need to see. As the cold water hit her skin and her gilled lungs burned, Leena kicked once, her feet slid free of her boots, twice, she was shooting forward beneath the waters skimming above the ground, and three, out into the expanse of tunnel towards the raining flood.

 

And in it all, the waters continued to rise. 

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Exodus considered the arctic seawater that now washed upon his taut-leather greaves of black metal, the falling and spilling over unsettled rock, and the thundering crashes of movement above were the signs that these tunnels would soon drown whole. Darkhand Troopers withdrew from their position as the cold irrigation quickly sharpened senses, swallowing the strange milieu of gases that once stifled their air.  Some nodded as they passed by, shockingly aware that the explosion was moments from eating into their flesh and bone. Those remaining moulded themselves into a rear-guard as they backpedaled, keeping a decelerated pace to those that lead the charge opposite of where they now stood. Even if the majority knew nothing of this, the Dark Lord stood with them now. His eyes fixated on the collapsed infrastructure, almost as if he was seeing beyond the gathering of stone, watching what the rest could not. 

 

 

"Captain. They have spit on your mercy.. When will you show them your rage?"

The voice rumbled with sinister familiarity, dark and convincing,

Spoken with a low voice inside the head-space of Delta-73.

 

  

With arms behind his back, casually poised, the assassin understood how such things would play out. Followers of the Jedi doctrine were marvels of lunacy, they were unsettling creatures of predictable habit. They were abandoning one another, unclear whether they should lash out or surrender in the name of their vaunted peace. The oppression of the Dark Side fell hard as if the sun had suddenly rotted to a crisp, eating away at hope as they watched their world darken. The Blood Prince had shown himself in force, but with merciful hands. A knight of Fear had manifested from the shadows, and the calling of the creature that cried out from the depths of this forgotten place was enough for those of the Light to scatter like flies. If the Captain did not know before, the singularity of his ancient voice was enough to marry the idea that the King of the Sith had come. The six-heeled arachnid crest that overlaid his wyrmsteel breastplate seemed to flare alluringly in that moment, as glow-rods wormed their way passed the colossal man.  Then, the Darkhand clutched their weapons and emptied a ruthless barrage into the beasts that squirmed through the rockfall, igniting the tunnel with thrilling flashes of illumination. 

 

 

Exodus reached for his weapon slowly, drawing for metal with a scratching patience, knowing that these aquatic creatures were distractions. 

A true monster drew near.

 

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Delta kept his hand outstretched to the little Jedi and kept a hidden smile on his face, its grim grin hidden by the impenetrable ‘T’ visor that made him just another soldier in a long line of soldiers. Another faceless enemy to the brainwashed Jedi Knights. She looked terrified, but then again all Mon Calamari looked wide eyed and open mouthed at all times so he couldn’t right tell. But then she was just a kid, a Jedi Kid, so dangerous and deadly, even if disarmed. 

 

Why was he showing mercy?

 

He didn’t know, he never really knew, and as always the mercy blew right up in his face. 

 

Or in this instance, it illuminated brightly in his face. He watched her take in a breath and then his HUD auto dimmed, assuming the use of a flashbang or other bright phosphorus weapon as bright light illuminated the IR display to a pure white. And just as suddenly it was back to normal, and other than a few splashes, the jedi was gone. He growled under his helmet, and then sighed, looking left and right for any other attack. But none came, and his front line continued to kill fish in droves. 

 

“Is that all you can muster?” 

 

He said it softly, and it transmitted to his command channel and returned a chorus of confused and tired laughs from those within the command unit. He looked back to the captive Jedi and seeing him still restrained and Blacktorin’s slugthrower still pressed against his skull, he shrugged. 

 

"Captain. They have spit on your mercy.. When will you show them your rage?"

 

The voice shivered up his spine and Delta could feel a smile slowly spread across his face. 

 

He saluted the dark form and turned to the soldiers surrounding Mjan. He was compelled into action, and a memory from the distant past called forth its knowledge on how to draw the Jedi out. 

 

“Alright lads, back up. Bayonets out and in hand. Lets draw them out.” 

 

A dozen helmets stared back at him then nodded as the soldiers holstered weapons and retrieved their bayonets. Standard issue for generations in most militaries, the long knives were designed as a weapon of last resort, and were more often used to terrify an enemy into surrendering than ever actually used in the heat of battle. But still the men were trained in them, and held them eagerly. 

 

“Truss him up, then crucify him.” 

 

Blacktorin smiled under her helmet as she kept her slugthrower trained on the unconscious Jedi Knight. A soldier took each of his limbs, and forced the corpse like jedi against the dark stone wall. Once stripped of most of his clothes, one of the soldiers pressed his legs under the water, another two stretched his arms out against the wall so he was sitting, arms outstretched, with the water lapping at his bare stomach. Then the gruesomeness began. Two bayonets were pressed against the wrist and upper bicep of the Sithari Jedi Knights’ arms. Then they were driven into the wall, through the flesh, bone, and muscle with blows from the rifle butts. The same was repeated on the legs, the slender knives cracked through to be buried into the rock surface, and causing a swirl of blood in the water. 

 

It was not a deadly thing, but the next was. Delta selected his own bayonet and placed it against Mjan’s stomach, using his fingers to find the location of his liver, before pressing the knifelike bayonet into the soft flesh.  It slid easily, cutting through the liver and exiting into the curve of the stone wall. He pressed it further, watching a stream of dark blood begin to cascade from the wound into the muddy water. Then with a click, he turned off the vibration and let the blade stay in place, secured into the wall, a ninth tether for the now dying Jedi Knight. 

 

He stood and gestured for his men to move back. Their enemy restrained and helpless, bleeding to death in a lonely cave. Surrounded by those that hated him and everything he stood for. If they could have, the soldiers would have spit on the Jedi Knight, but satisfied themselves with a few kicks to his legs. But they moved back with a look from Delta. He whirled his bloody hand above his head and they turned away from the dying man. Leaving him alone in the darkness. 

 

The amplified voice of Delta73, commander of the Darkhand echoed through the dark tunnels. 

 

“You have maybe a minute before this Jedi Knight bleeds to death. Show yourselves or remain as cowards. I have had enough with mercy.” 

 


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Refuse oozed from her thrashed mo hawk, leaving an acrid trail across the crimson skin of her face, and fell to the building pool of brittle cold at her feet. Harsh needles stung outward from joints that were crudely popped into place. The pool of ice-cold water bursting from the cavern walls continued to rise, sapping sensation from her skin. But she could feel rallying strength building throughout her body. A stubborn avatar of Sara’s strong-willed persona brought flame to her rapidly chilling shell. There may have been a stronger explanation. It may have been her desperate feelings made manifest. Or it could have been the strength of her denial beating down the doom that threatened to consume her. But Sara hadn’t the presence of mind to pick out where this elusive strength had come from, nor did she particularly care. 

 

Sara’s eyes glowed with an amber fire. Her hands pulsed with restrained fury. And though she didn’t have the slightest clue how to use the saber clutched - pink-knuckled - in her clammy grip, visions of metal slag ran through her mind while her eyes lingered on the deceptive automaton and his crusty green alien friend. 

 

“One, you’re full of druk. Two, you’re full of druk. Three, you’re full of druk! And four, you’re full of fekkin’ druk! How about I don’t give either of you anything. I have the saber and I have a gun. You need me about as much as I need you.” Sara said, eyes leveled at Nok with a careful eye at Xar. “I’m supposed to believe you’d help me? Not only are the Sith likely to try and escape from this collapsing tunnel, but they wouldn’t believe you even if you tried. I threatened them. Even if the threat was empty, they’re not likely to forget. I’m not that stupid!” Sara bellowed. 

 

But you’re slightly stupid? 

 

What part of this situation makes you think we’re smart? 

 

Fair point.

 

“And you!” Sara continued, her flaming golden eyes turning on the droid poised to strike. “You think you’re so much better than all of us, right?! Then why did you even get into this situation? You have the same weaknesses as the humans that made you!” Sara snarled. “That’s right! Lesser beings were needed to create a being that eventually fell into the same traps they would've. Oh no, the superior being is doing something dumb. Well, let me help heal your ego!” 

 

Sara’s muscles seized with invisible strength. Before the droid could move, the Zeltron’s frantic steps took her faster than she thought possible. She knifed right between the two beings before her but made no move to strike either one.  The knee-high water groped with futility at her fleeing form. And, using the emerald light of the saber to guide her steps, Sara fought toward the cavern beyond while her heart continued pounding in her ears. 

 

Leena.. I'm sorry.. 

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As the Zeltron began to scream at Nok and brag about how Nok needed her, Xar’s own claws tensed up more. She was ignoring him. She was not apologizing for her mistake of offending him and his superiority. Such actions could not be ignored. If only she would apologize then maybe he would overlook her mistakes.

 

But when she started to speak to him, it was the last straw. She didn’t beg for forgiveness. She didn’t implore him to look kindly upon her.  She insulted him. She  said he carried the same weaknesses that the organics. She said he was dumb.  

 

“You will pay for your insolence, peasant” Xar growled. 

 

Xar’s claws activated. The humming of the vibroblades could be barely overheard over the rushing water, but they could be heard. Without a second thought, Xar launched himself at the Zeltron, trying to grab and tear out her throat. 

 

However, she acted quickly as well . Where her neck was a moment ago held nothing but wet air. Xar landed on a collapsed wall and looked back. The Zeltron had ducked beneath his claws and dashed down the passageway.

 

 Xar turned and followed, breaking into a sprint. As he passed by the wet Neimodian, he simply elbowed his partner to the side. His programming would not allow this target to escape. He was a hunter from Rodia. He was a superior being, designed for killing. This Zeltron was prey. She was a lesser and would receive a lesser’s death.  

 

The sound of metal splashing through the water as robotic legs pushed through the liquid; The high-pitched whirring of gears performing their designed function, eager to be put into perfect use; The low-base humming of death-seeking claws; All these could barely be heard emanating from Xar’s body. 

 

Xar could see what she was going for. She was going for the other room that he and Nok had found. A possible way out perhaps. Xar’s gears went into overdrive. He couldn’t let this prey escape. While the water made it difficult for him to work through, he pushed onwards. Each step brought him closer. His strides were quicker then any organic. His body was stronger then any kind of flesh. His three minds were sharper. He was the superior being. He would kill this peasant. 

 

Almost there. Another stride and she would be within cutting distance. Xar bent both of his legs and with the force of a machine, launched himself at the Zeltron, claws first. If she continued to run, her upper back would be stabbed by the vibrating metal blades. If she turned, her chest and her heart would be torn apart recklessly.  

 

The humming of blades.

The leap of metal.

A death doomed to occur. 

 

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Nok's gray-green face was stony as the fiery woman refused his offer. His expression didn't so much as twitch as she shouted at him, her anger cascading outwards in a torrent of emotion to match the rising seawater. Nok's shoulders dropped a bare fraction when she started insulting the droid. Her fate was decided now.

 

The neimoidian mogul's outward composure finally broke when, surprisingly, the woman didn't suffer an immediate craniotomy. Instead, in a burst of speed that could only have come from the Force she actually managed to outmaneuver the droid and ran through the rising water. His body tensed as he sidestepped, a knife dropping into his left hand, but the woman barely seemed to see him as she raced towards the hole. A second later Nok was shoved to the side as his mercenary bodyguard barreled past him with a speed and focus only a mechanical death machine could muster.

 

Gotta admire her spirit. She's no coward.

 

He raised his empty right hand. 

 

But that saber is mine...

 

His mind unraveled into the Force, the physical sensations fading to unimportant pinpricks of cold light like distant city lights. All around him the power of the Dark Side writhed and pulsed, a fire that clutched, consumed, and wove through everything it touched. Beyond it, in an infinite web of snares and connections, was the universe itself. At that moment, Nok felt like he was grasping everything.

 

...and I'm done pretending.

 

Dead in the cold and dark

 

Fear raced through Nok, fear of death, fear of weakness, and fear of failure. He tamed it, channeling it into the thick, acrid power of the Dark Side and compelled it, twisting it around the beacon of passion and pain running through the water.

 

The Force pull wasn't elegant, or even very strong. Even with his attempts at practice, Nok's telekinetic abilities hadn't seen much improvement without formal training. To a tough-as-leather spacer like that woman, it would be the equivalent of getting hit with a thick, wet pillow in the chest. It would only slow her down.

 

But her ribs were broken, and with the droid right behind her...

 

<<Kill Shot Assist on Sara Corion>>


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Fight or flight… 

 

It always came down to that. Survival was bent on the fulcrum of someone’s will. There was resistance. Resistance was inevitable. But the body balanced as best it could. Fluids and electronic signals were messengers to alert the body of danger and seize or push one way or the other. Signals also deemed whether a threat was insignificant and whether impulse or instinct could be ignored. But when it came down to it, organic beings were puppets to their emotional and mental stimuli. Some were able to restrain their instincts better than others, but once a choice was made, there was no going back. Especially not now; especially when she had absolutely nothing to lose.  

 

Her mind was drowned in a mire of terror, death, muck, pain, regret, and rage. Her Zeltron empathy was over saturated and overwhelmed until everything was so present that all she could hear or feel was a dissociative cocktail of everything mashed together. As much as she wanted to continue writing it all off; as much as she just wanted to ignore it; she could no longer discard the chaotic energies that surged through her.  

 

Her body was sympathetic to the mire she was drowning in and responded in kind. It suffused her with every adrenal chemical it had to muster. And where her body lacked, the force compensated. There was little thought left toward anything other than one foot in front of the other. Her heart accelerated, her breaths were shallow and her entire body felt like it was going to explode. She was a force of will made flesh.

 

Dots of liquid stung the corners of her eyes as the power within her threatened to break a body that wasn’t suited to it. But while her talents had no chance of culling or articulating the overwhelming power bursting through her flesh and plowing her forward, the Sith’s attempt at stopping her was touching hot magma with bare hands. The force of the pull evaporated against the nova of emotion that rushed onward. The charging beast of pure instinct knew little of the matador that tried to halt its advance and kept huffing as it rolled past. 

 

The droid however, who sought a more direct strategy, bore down on her as she shot through the cave, hoping to cut through her with a vicious strike. It's angle was precise and it's attack lethal. But even after the droid's blades bit through her long coat, her leather shoulder holsters, her kevlar shirt, and finally the flesh of her back, her feet did not stop. Her flight could not be deterred. Vibrations gave the droid’s claws an advantage when cutting through solid objects. But just as they were easy to cut in, they were easy to rip out, leaving the droid a pause that Sara did not share. Fresh blood rolled fast and hot against her cold back and reflected a deeper red via the droid's macabre optics. But she did not stop. She couldn't stop.

 

Her top layers left in tatters behind her and splotches of blood spilling to the cavern floor, Sara shot further than the others and abruptly pushed over the lip of a large pit in the cavern floor. There was no preamble. There was no pause. Her mission was complete and her impulses were sated. The wounds finally caught up to her as she fell through the void, light saber and gun in hand. Vitality filled her lungs and strangled every breath with a disturbing sound. Her body felt heavier than usual. Her eyelids drooped and she let go of sensation as she flew deeper than she knew. Her last thoughts were of freedom as she flew toward whatever maw awaited her at the bottom with the speed of a comet flying through space.

 

She died on her own terms. 

 

And when her body came into contact with whatever awaited her at the bottom, she was met with merciful silence. 

 

[[ Killshot submit ]]

Edited by Scorpion

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