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Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

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Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

When Raa stepped forward, she noted the Turian suddenly got frightened and her own body froze. The female held up her gun and started to move further away, her mandibles quivering in terror, as she shook it. She was edgy and twitchy, every inch of her looked closer to pulling the trigger. Contrary to the other’s belief, the quarian was certain the Turian would pull the trigger and her helmet would shatter, sending her brains splattering upon the others. the grisly image filled her head making Raa tremble slightly as she pushed it away, trying to focus on the present and not the possible future.

“Look at me? Do I really look like someone who could take you hostage? I was originally hired on for tech and software services thanks to a friend.” Raa said in her softest, and gentlest voice. “I’m only 21 years old, my name is Raa’Kinsa nar Rannoch.” She then shifted her hand cautiously, hoping that knowing them could help prevent themselves from being shot, gesturing to each she knew. “This is Voira and Solares."

She didn’t pause to see the reaction as she continued. “Solares is a Turian who works for C-Sec, he’s bound by the same laws. You know C-Sec right? I know you’re scared and why, I recall being the same back on the Citadel. I was nearly made into a slave once because I got involved with the wrong crowd. I would never wish that on anyone so, please, let me help you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| 20:58-21:20 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Arena Area: Sish, Jakali, & Jayda|~

Jayda’s eyes sparked over the various video feedback during the scene with Nazca. Her eyes noted her nervous and guilty look, reviewing when the vid was last pulled up. Zanna had barely left a trace, the vid showing it had been pulled up but not during the time the sith was present. A fact Jayda found very hard to believe as she logged into the security leading outside the room to show several personnel and only one sith enter it. This didn’t help to ease Jayda’s anxiety anymore then deleting her interaction with the Jedi had. Even if some sith looked at it, they would’ve considered her actions a ploy at best to gain the Jedi’s trust and a successful one as well.

She was hoping her sabotage of the video was enough because it wasn’t the other apprentices she worried about, she wasn’t keen on feeling a new lesson under Sish’s claws. While deleting the video records, she had taken time to note her mistakes and already aiming to prevent them next time. Though she hoped the next torture session would never happen so soon. It was almost impossible to stomach the first round and the next one was only bound to get much harder.

Thinking ahead, she pulled up the security feeds. Each display showed a different position in the ship’s cameras as her sight settled over one particularly interesting scene involving Jakali and another apprentice, one she never recalled seeing during the sacking. It wasn’t completely impossible they never crossed paths, her head pausing to linger over the events playing out then her hand reaching to upload the video into a little drive. In short time, she then erased the original vid’s sound and crudely hashing together a different timestamp at when it was altered. Though it was easily possible to discover it, the original time was permanently lost. Meaning who ever learned about it would likely make assumptions and seek out those involved within the scene, believing it was one of them. It was impossible to fully determine when the video was altered completely without expert slicing skills, at least. Even the cameras within the area couldn’t fully account that it was Jayda.

Satisfied with her work, Jayda pocketed the original, intact copy and strolled out just after the security shifted. She edged her way toward the rooms so she could avoid others only to spot an unwanted sight. She internally cursed her luck when she spotted Sish waiting for her at the door frame.

Sish grinned as he saw his apprentice, round the corner, his one robot eye flashing. as he looked at her. He had spent the time after leaving her getting to know the layout of the ship on this level. Just in case any of the prisoners escape, he wouldn’t be as lost as they were. By the time he had got done familiarizing himself with the area, Jayda had long ago left with the prisoner. Having no intention of hunting down his apprentice, Sish waited to where she would have to return eventually: her bedroom.

“I do hope you have your lightsaber on you. It’s been too long since we’ve trained and you are still terrible with Form V. Constant defense won’t help you win very many battles, despite your best efforts to prove otherwise.” He gestured towards the direction of the above prison deck. “Lets go I’m not letting the Jedi see us train, so the above prison deck will have to do..”

Jayda nearly snarled at her ‘master’ as her lip pulled back, revealing a single pointed canine. She eyed the lizard and stepped closer, her hand moved to reveal her lightsaber. For a dark moment, the zabrak thought Sish was going to end up taking her back to the prisoners for another lesson and was already bracing to seek a way out of it. The events from earlier were still fresh in her mind, inwardly drawing her thoughts back to the Jedi she now was required to turn. Nazca seemed to think killing was so easy and surprisingly, even if she wasn’t bent on murdering Sish, the notion was unsettling to her nature. She was relieved when he mentioned training since it would’ve been much more survivable than the torture sessions.

Jayda side stepped, allowing Sish by, as she followed in his wake at a short but tolerable distance. Her boots smacked in a steady pace behind his lead toward the arena area.

Jakali came around the corner, one hand scratching his chin as he seemingly wandered the halls once again. He paused midstep as he noticed the lizard, Sish, down the hallway near a door frame. Jakali took a step back, wondering for a moment if he had been spotted by the brutal Sith. He was certain he wasn’t, the hulking figure wasn’t even facing his direction and hadn’t heard Jakali’s footsteps. He considered continuing right down the hall, go right by the brute like everything was normal, but his curiosity peaked too highly, like it had so many times in the past.

Then he heard conversation, Sish was speaking to somebody, that person was revealed as Jayda, the man’s apprentice, Jakali had heard the tales of Sish’s brutality against her but he had never actually seen the pair together. She was following her master, as soon as the two had moved enough down the opposite way Jakali followed from a distance, his steps quiet, something great may be learned if he handled the situation right.

Sish only grinned wider. “Relax, I’m not going to start training you here. Not enough space to correct your form, and who knows what damages we’d cause. Though I do hope they have the hidden arena open. We’re not allowing the Jedi to note flaws in our forms.” As he started walking away, the Trandoshan paused, his nostrils flaring as a new scent wafted down the hallway. Fresh. Human. Metal. Cybernetics perhaps? Certainly not any human scent he recognized. He looked over his shoulder, one cybernetic eye flashing as he tried to see whoever was behind them. “We have a guest.” He spoke in a seemingly casual tone to Jayda, but one clawed hand went to his lightsaber. Just in case.

“You just now noticed?” Jayda hissed low, her ears and nose noting the possible position. Though since she wasn’t standing still, the exact location was difficult, her eyes trying not to betray her curiosity. It took a moment while her mind registered the musk worn by the male and her teeth gritted when she placed it to a face: Jakali.

She cursed under her breath. “Great… him again. I get the feeling he enjoys stalking me for some damn reason.”

Already edging her force ability to her lightsaber, she could easily jerk to hand and end up attacking their unwanted tail. At least scare him off possibly, her feet struggling not to hasten and give away she knew Jakali was following them. Her hand reached to skirt her bangs back and clear it from her face, enabling her to clear her sight to judge her next move without trouble.

Sish shrugged, turning around as he replied. “You’re farther behind me, and have better hearing. Of course I just noticed.” He smirked upon hearing Jayda’s words. “Making friends with the human are we? Who knows, maybe he’ll become a permanent fixture during your time here.” He turned his gaze towards the human in the back of the hallway. “Can we help you, human? We seem to be heading in the same direction, so why don’t you come up here rather than skulking in the background?”

“Of course, my lord. I didn’t mean to give off an appearance of stalking, I just happened to be heading down the same hallway as you two, and I didn’t want to disturb your conversation. That is the absolute last thing I would want to do, interfere with a master and his apprentice.” Jakali said back with a friendly expression, a disarming smile on his face as he walked towards the two. His guard was not down though, the last thing he needed was to be ganged up on by them.

“I’d be happy to keep walking if that is what you would want, my lord.” He added with a nod.

Jayda rolled her eyes at how thickly the politeness was layered on. It was like dressing for winter during a heat wave back on her homeworld, something purely unneeded when it come to Sish. Her hand at her right, nearest Sish, tightened in a fist as she stared upon the follow apprentice. “I’m getting tired of crossing paths with you. Why are you follow us?”

Her hand had already flicked her lightsaber to her palm, her thoughts considering testing Nyiss’ relaxation on the law, when she turned around. Begrudgingly she placed her weapon back into its holder and twisted away, intending on ignoring Jakali since his stupidity with the Jedi earlier. Her eyes shot a daring look at Sish, hoping he wasn’t going to invite the sith along for the spare and then noted their direction suddenly. “Where are you taking me exactly?”

Sish snorted at Jakali’s words, though it wasn’t entirely clear what he meant by it. One can only gain so much from a grinning lizard’s face, after all. He raised an eyebrow at Jayda’s hostile tone. Normally she would have reserved it for him, but this apprentice seemed to have irritated her a good deal. Excellent. I can use that. Sish thought, holding a hand up to stop Jayda’s forward movement. “You’ll find out soon enough. But first, apprentice,” he gestured towards Jakali, “tell me. What lightsaber forms are you skilled in?” He looked at Jayda, and grinned again. This is turning out nicely.

Shii-Co, Ataru and Shien. I do take pride in my ability with a lightsaber,” He replied to Sish with a nod, then glanced towards Jayda. “Perhaps fate is drawing us together, my dear.” He said with a smile, then looked back towards Sish.

Jayda paused, her body stopped in the middle of her walk, and her head twisted about to glare at Sish. His hand stalled her attempt to leave Jakali behind while she noted, in irritation, his mind ticking. Inwardly she hated herself for letting the little incident with the Jedi stir her reaction and bit her lip, hoping her silence might limit any further damage her temper caused. It didn’t help she spied Jakali’s eyes meet with hers and answer Sish’s question. Her eyes closed in defeat and accepted the fact, no matter what, that this was going to happen. All three forms were ones she was ill practiced against though Shii-Co she knew since her youth, the budding stages in her father’s lessons over lightsaber skills. Sadly any practice or familiarity in its movement was long lost now. Forgotten in favor of Soresu, her father’s pride still vivid on her memory, making her inhale sharply.

“I only hope you can manage to keep a hold of your lightsaber in battle better than when you did with the wound, weak Jedi.” Jayda spoke, purposely cutting to the bone with her words when Jakali attempted to make light of her blunder. Her eyes latched onto Sish, glaring at him, then added. “I take it you have some reason for asking his forms?”

Sish laughed, amused at both Jayda’s dislike and the knowledge of Jakali’s blunder.. “If he can’t keep ahold of his lightsaber during the training session, I suspect he will not enjoy what’s coming next. Regardless, you need to learn how to defend against different styles. Apprentice, you’ll come with us. I presume you’ll be able to hold your own against a fellow Sith with a lightsaber. Provided she doesn’t get your lightsaber of course. We’re heading to directly above the Sith quarters. There will be plenty of space to train, and the Jedi can’t see us there.”

Jayda rolled her head, inhaling and inwardly trying to stifle her anger and hatred for the moment. It wasn't easy and it tried to surge to the top once more, linger at the top and ready to boil over. It was becoming easier to bottle her emotions but when they start to crack, it felt difficult to restrain it. To rein it in.

"You've never adopted this attitude before so why now?" She snarled in curiosity.

“Because, I cannot teach you how to react to other styles, aside from Juyo and Djem So, and how to switch between Soresu and Djem So as needed. That is something you, “Sish casually reached out with a claw and poked her in the chest. “need to figure out when to do on your own and almost instinctively. Besides. We didn’t have any training partners before.”

Jayda’s lips tightened against Sish’s propping, her eyes glared darkly. Her skin crawled and her neck hairs rose, her body trying to flinch but she wouldn’t let it. She stiffened ridgely to deny her natural reaction, preventing him the satisfaction of her fear or disgust. Though her hand, subtly, reached for her lightsaber instinctively with the intend on countering any further touch with an aggressive reply. Though in the back of her mind, she knew how it would’ve ended. “It never seemed to matter much to you before.”

Sish’s grin only grew wider. Perfect. She was already leaning towards aggression. “That was because before, it was just us or battle hardened Sith. The ones who would have ‘accidentally’ killed you in training for little more than having the gall to challenge them, and being impure at that. I’m not going to let your weakness get you killed, no matter how hard you might try. Regardless, we’re leaving. Apprentice, you’re following.” With that, Sish turned on his heel and began walking towards the Sith training arena.

Sish collided with Jayda’s shoulder, her fingers tightening as she wrapped her hand about her weapon. Then she stopped and tried to reign her emotions in. Already they had done enough damage and she wasn’t about to increase it, her eyes burned into Sish’s departing figure then turned to followed. Her boots clipping at a rate to keep up this time when she finally determined the direction they were heading. It was the smell that gave it away first.

Jayda whipped her head to question Sish’s mind and why, though she suspected it was a twisted form of entertainment in his warped mind. She hadn’t spoken a word until they finally reached their destination. Her eyes glanced to the doorways they passed and spying the beasts within the level stirring in their cramp cages, she couldn’t help but comment. “Doesn’t look much like a training area…”

“These beasts could be a form of training, it is a different kind, a much more unpredictable type…” Jakali said, his words trailing off as he looked at the creatures in the cages. He had no idea that the animals were even here, could be useful for another ‘interaction’ with the Jedi. He made a mental note then continued along, wondering what exactly Sish had planned for his apprentice and likely him as well.

Sish looked over his shoulder at Jayda. “As I said. The Jedi certainly aren’t going to watch us train. Prisoners or not it would be wise to not let them note the flaws in our styles and be ready to exploit them if they ever get the chance. There is little room anywhere else and as such, we will train here. I assume you remember the basic beginning stance of Djem So?” He turned his gaze onto Jakali. “It could be. We’ll have to find out.”

“I’ve not forgotten anything you’ve taught me to date yet to be honest. " Jayda hissed as they moved toward another room.

Her eyes scanned the place to seek out anything that seemed remotely dangerous which caused her to note the entrance they just came through and the one ahead, both clearly used a long time ago. At the center was the same image she had been seeing all over the ship, including the coloring pattern. Her boots softly treaded over the carpet and toward the middle though her hand held to her weapon, ready to pull it at a moment’s notice, before coming to the center and twisting about slowly to face her unwanted ‘partner’.

She inhaled deeply as she always did for a sparring lesson. The zabrak spread her feet at shoulder width apart and her torso twisted her right side forward and set her lightsaber at an angle across it. It was a basic, though firm, opening stance for Djem So. Her eyes calmly settled over the apprentice where she waited for his reaction. She paused only a moment to speak to Sish. “Satisfied?”

Sish smiled. “Good. You can learn and remember. You just might survive this ship.” Sish eyed her stance critically. Finding nothing wrong he stepped in front of Jayda, activating his own lightsaber and taking the Djem So beginning stance as well. “You’re not fighting the apprentice quite yet. After all, I don’t want him to kill you because you don’t know how to fight properly.” Sish lashed out with a horizontal sweeping strike. It wasn’t his full strength, and she would notice that, as he didn’t want to overpower her. He wanted to encourage her to follow the necessary requirements of Djem So. The opposite of Soresu.

“I wouldn’t kill her, just leave a reminder of her failing” Jakali said, a sneaky grin on his face as he stood off to the side, his own lightsaber in his favored hand unignited. He was either waiting for Sish to order him to step in or to try a surprise move against him, but his guard was high at the moment, even over the sounds of training and the stench of dirty caged creatures. His finger was on the button that would ready his weapon for combat at a moment’s notice.

Without thinking about it, her body adjusted to Soresu’s blocking style before she could prevent it. Her fingers tightened and her blade moved up to catch Sish’s red blade, knocking the blade away with a hiss while pushing it away. Unlike with Djem So, she didn’t pulled back for a counter attack like she should’ve. Her blade held tightly to her side, brought back automatically as she let out a soft, inaudible hiss. Though her face was calm, mentally she berated herself and readied for the lecture. Though he would likely know she messed up in the end.

Sish ignored the apprentice’s comment, instead narrowing his eye at Jayda as she immediately slipped into Soresu and deflected. “No. You’ve got the base defense down, but you need to counterattack. Immediately counterattack. Djem So is about controlling the battle, always pushing your opponent back, not waiting your opponent out. Wearing them down through solid defense might work against non-Force users and some Jedi, but a competent lightsaber duelist will simply find a way to force you to attack, or even just bypass lightsaber combat entirely and use the Force against you. Again. This time parry and riposte. Take advantage of the opening you left.” As soon as Jayda was again in the Djem So stance, he attacked a vertical slice this time.

Jayda gritted her jawline but obeyed. Her body moving back and once more taking up the position of earlier, her eyes watching Sish’s blade. He darted in with another quick lash at her head. She whipped up her blade as she cocked it, catching the length and her legs taking the weight. Jayda pushed upward, tossing the blade away then twirled her blade to attack at his side just when his blade pushed up. This time she was forcing herself not to slip back into Soresu but her body struggled to disobey her, habit set by years of defensive training. So when her blade met flesh or Sish’s blade, there was little force behind it to prevent much trouble deflecting.

“Good!” Sish said as he snapped his own lightsaber back to easily, too easily, deflect Jayda’s own blade. Rather than strike back, however, he tsked in disappointment. “You’ve at least counter attacked, though I wonder if I should go slower. I think I might be going too fast for you, judging from that pathetic attempt at a riposte. I wonder if that Jedi you captured just laid down and injured you through luck alone? He must have, if this is how you fight. Again.” Sish waited until she was back in the stance, then launched a horizontal strike at her right side.

The apprentice inhaled again, her eyes tightened. She didn’t reply. Her mind trying to sink into the rhythm of combat and fell into her stance, just when Sish moved into to attack. Snapping up her blade while holding her handle at her waist, she blocked the attack. She jerked it to the right and pushed the blade away, then jerked forward. Aiming for the Trandoshan’s waist she made a horizontal cut with a little more strength while denying her body its desire to default back into Soresu Her attack was still weak but managed to improve slightly. Showing she was learning and trying to alter her basic body’s memory, a challenging and difficult task for her.

Sish smiled as he brought his blade to clash against Jayda’s pushing it back before launching his own counter attack, diagonally going upwards from the ground towards her right hip.

Jadya had expected Sish to stop instead of counter, her body resisting her attempt to react with Soresu. The lizard smirked causing her neck hairs to shiver as he redirected his attack. She barely blocked it when her blade came about using the energy pooled in the movement. She felt the tip burn into the clothing and flesh before roughly shoving it back away. Her hands were never taken off her lightsaber but her teeth biting back a scream, her leg widened at feeling pain bolt through the nerves.

She made a subtle snarl. “Bastard…”

Just then Jakali ignited his lightsaber and launched forward, swinging his weapon towards Jayda in a surprise attack with no ill intent. He wanted to see how she reacted, if she didn’t at all, or did poorly then she would get injured, not lethally, but painfully. He aimed for her leg on the side where she held her weapon.

Jayda jerked her head to the right a bit just to spot Jakali. His hand with his lightsaber and aimed at her right, his blade edging for her leg. Without a single thought, she released her hold over controlling her actions and fell into Soresu’s naturally speed and purpose: Defense. Her body movements become more fluid and her hands jerked to the side, bring her weapon to sweep low and across her feet. It immediately clashed with Jakali’s blade then pushed it away. Her teeth snarled in defensively, showing her pointed teeth as her features taking on a feral look.

Sish flicked his wrist, using the force to slam Jakali into the nearby wall. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, Apprentice. You are only going to enter this duel when I give you leave to. You’re not here to launch a sneak attack on my apprentices or attempt to cripple them. You’re here to help train her, if I deem you skilled and intelligent enough to do so. Do we understand each other?”

“I was only making sure she did not have her guard down, even in a more casual setting like this. I am glad to see she blocked my attack with precision, I would never try to intentionally harm or cripple your apprentice, my lord, That would only complicate the mission which is not something any of us would want I imagine,” Jakali said, as he looked up at the reptilian and blinked. “I understand you, my lord,, if you call on me to help in here training then I shall, if you do not then I will be a silent bystander.”

Jayda was still edgy as her eyes narrowed on the man and stepped away to pull more distance between them. Her posture only became more defensive when Sish sent the apprentice back into the wall and held him there. The lizard spoke in an acidic tone while he chided the man, disappointed in his approach then watched the demeanor shift into a submissive one. It did little to ease Jayda. Her mind was already refusing to listen, set in determination to survive, and wouldn’t yield over to Djem So. Teeth still snarling, she watched the scene and tried to calm herself.

Sish looked over at Jayda and tsked impatiently, ignoring Jakali’s poetic words. “Do you see what you’ve done?” He asked as he used the force to pick Jakali up and slam him into the ground. He was ‘teaching’ Jakali now and it wasn’t a painless lesson. Giving the Sith little time to react he slammed Jakali into the wall. “It’s going to take her forever to calm down now and let herself listen and learn.” Like a ping ball, Jakali went into the wall next to him. “Explain to me why I shouldn’t just kill you.”

Jakali shut his eyes as he hit the wall hard, grunting in pain. He tried his hardest to channel the Force into an old technique he used in the past, but not for a while. Crucitorn, just as he was about to focus on it he was chucked into another wall next to the ugly brute.

“Because you would never have heard what I walked in on your apprentice doing before. I’ll give you a hint, it was not torture.” Jakali said, his voice calm as he tried to perfectly recall his previous encounter with Jayda in the medical room. “Something more Jedi like.” He added.

Jayda’s eyes snapped back to the bastard’s words. Her teeth still bared and knuckles tightened about her weapon, her mind still buzzing after the attack. A deep instinct cried out to silence the threat as she managed to take a single step. Her throat found words and spoke them. “Shut up. You don’t don’t know what the fuck I was doing or why.”

Sish glanced at Jayda. “Oh?” She spoke up before he could make anymore comments, and Sish grinned. “I think she may have something to say about that.” With another gesture, he sent Jakali skidding across the floor to Jayda’s feet. He said nothing else and simply stared at Jayda, waiting for her reaction.

“Do it then. I’m not gonna grovel or beg. It’s one of the most Sith things you can do, striking down another Sith in an act of pure emotion right in front of a grinning master,” Jakali said, as he glanced up at Jayda, his expression oddly calm. “Play right into his claws.” Jakali added in a whisper.

Jayda eyes flashed with clarity for a brief moment at seeing Sish fling the apprentice. Her posture tensed in both fury and realization, her eyes fixed on the man being tossed at her feet. Her head pulled up to look at Sish’s expecting glare. He wanted her to kill the sith as her attention redirected back to Jakali’s fallen figure, his expression calm and sober. His words echoed in her head causing her emotions to stir and mingle with her desire not carry out Sish’s wish, her anger for being put into this position rising. This better fucking work… She thought for a moment then raised her lightsaber to strike down. Her heart jerked at her arms and froze them in place.

Sish stared at Jayda as she hesitated, contempt all over his features. “If you don’t do it, I will ensure that he goes through everything you went through in one night. You survived it, barely. Your human friends on Tattooine didn’t last long. How long do you think this crippled human will last?”

It was a second, deep and dark, that fear filled the zabrak’s eyes. Her face turned toward Sish then back to Jakali, inhaling against her resistance as she gripped her weapon tighter. Without a ridge movement, she pushed her arms down to strike at Jakali’s head and split him from head down.

Jakali’s eyes were on the ground for a moment before he spotted something in the corner of his eyes, not too far from where he was, his lightsaber. As the woman above him hesitated he extended an arm towards it, using the Force to pull it over. He caught the weapon and flicked it on, the red blade shooting out as he raised it above himself, making contact with Jayda’s own lightsaber and pushing upwards with all his strength as he did. It seemed the Sith lord in the room had forgotten to pick up the working weapon, or he knew the situation might have occurred.

He channeled the Force once more, feeling it shimmer throughout his body as he felt the rush of worthwhile combat for the first time in a long time. With a grunt he used his years of training in Ataru in order to launch himself upwards, above Jayda, his weapon in hand as he moved into a frontwards flip. He felt his feet land behind her, then charged towards her, exhaling as he swung powerfully into her. Not holding back at all, his emotions powering his attack.

A counter in a position as Jakali was in was the last thing she expected, his hand gripping his lightsaber suddenly and blocked her attack. Her left foot was sent back a step and her eyes widened in surprise, still keeping her balance despite his strength. Heat floated in her eyes while he rose up in her weakness, his figure flipping about then landing behind her. Already her hearts pounded in union and her senses worked to keep track of the man, his scent stronger and closer than any of the animals within the area. Her head jerked about to spot where he landed over her shoulder.

His blade slashed from a lower angle at her calf area causing her to swing her blade to intercept it. Her arm swung low as her foot stepped forward, her waist twisted to bring her blade around to protect her calf. She stopped it mid swing then jerked around to meet him on the other side, fully turning herself around. Her mind focused on the Soresu style which focused on defense. She brought her lightsaber back in tight to cover her zones and her eyes scanned for his posture and position. her body was alert and ready though it seemed eerily…calm.

“All defense. Do you just wait for your opponents to get bored and fall asleep?” Jakali taunted, as he took a step back, in the typical Ataru form as he watched Jayda carefully. Then he was forward again, his weapon shimmering as he launched himself back at her, a powerful swing from the left side.

Jayda didn’t reply, her mind lost in focus, and seemed not to hear him making little jabs at her. She had been brought to face him while he hopped backwards then shot forward. He aimed at her left and her hand jerked to guard her flank while keeping her handle low. The blades locked, her foot pushed forward, their plasma lights hissing in close quarters and felt the weight of her strength edge into her defense. Her father’s teachings echoed in her head. She could see herself as child, young and eager to push herself past her limits just gain his approval. Not that she needed to.

Jakali pulled backwards, then lunged once again, this time with a different tactic than before, to keep her moving, eventually if he kept the pressure up with unpredictable attacks then she would fault. He launched several quick swings, trying to bombard her, using the Force to enhance his speed as he swung from different angles, putting his entire body into it.

The zabrak’s arms whipped up to block the lightsaber, sparing her what she assumed was the worse. She whipped up to save her hip then flowed right about to counter a blow aimed at her shoulder, then her neck. Sadly it was a blow to her upper arm to score, sizzling through the clothing and into her bare skin. Jayda screamed, bring her out of her focus. Her voice rippled through room and lowered her defense for a split second, an opening to end the fight.

Jakali smiled as one of his attacks landed, scorching Jayda. As she screamed he used the Force to push her back, using the hand his lightsaber was not held in. He wasn’t going to kill her, he had already done enough, if her master wanted that done then he would have to do it himself, Jakali had just showcased his dominance. He kept his hand raised and pressed her against the wall as he turned back around to where her master was, and waited, his lightsaber still in his other hand. One more movement and he could choke the life out of her, but she was immobilized enough.

Sish sighed in disappointment. With careful, controlled, steps he walked past Jakali and to Jayda, taking her lightsaber. He grabbed her arm and spoke softly. “You’ll come quietly with me, or this will get messy.” Louder, he spoke to Jakali. “Drop her, apprentice.”

“As you wish my lord. She is hurt pretty badly, seems the crippled human still has some bite to him.” Jakali said, a grin on his face as he released his grip on her, his lightsaber still in hand, though he had turned it off, he was surprised the brute didn’t try to attack him, but it still could occur so he still clenched the weapon in his hand, his eyes on the reptilian.

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I just lurk there and I use it for quick discussion and double checking. Though I'm off to bed for now.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Raa was sure she was going to get shot. Her hands raised where the turian could see them and slightly shaking, mind racing with numerous possibilities with how this was going to turn out. It wasn’t hard to feel the nerves rattling through the moment she passed off the gun to Voira, Solares’ still placed in her belt pocket in back, while the scene seemed to become worse by the moment. The woman was clearly frightened by everyone entering the room and it was little wonder why. She was being threatened, treated as a joke, and worse by those who had entered. Raa could only understand why while she tried to ignore Avatar’s warning for the moment.

"The probability of hostile forces arriving within ten seconds is approximately 12%, increasing by 0.38% per second." He warned through the radio.

"If someone does not do something quickly, we are going to get swarmed with hostiles and end up being killed." Solares spoke, loudly, making Raa more nervous. Meanwhile RK caught Solares’ little whisper over the radio-Raa’s helmet one being shut off to prevent panic and distraction after Solares' comment- and gritted her digital teeth, causing the omnitool to flicker in annoyance. To most people it looked like glitch or oddity, but to Solares, Voira, Raa and most likely others, they knew it was RK.

Raa voice was a gentle and kind as she spoke. “We need to get out of here and to do that, I need to get to the terminal before they arrive. Else things are going to get worse. Please. I’m going to take a step toward you, alright?”

She tooks a small step, trying how far she got through to the turian.

On hearing Voira’s words, RK spoke up quietly in the radios. “I advise you all do what the asari says. As for the overload, it won’t make a difference if we can’t get her away from the weapons locker. She’ll just grab another and likely Raa will get shot. Right now, we’re wasting time and as much as I want to give Raa time, there’s none to give. Can someone lift the turian into the air after I overload the gun? Then just knock her into the wall hard enough to put her out cold. Crude, but effective and we’ll allow Raa to fix the hurt later. Sadly, I know Raa will disagree and bitterly do something so someone will have to likely stop that. Solares, think you can?”

As if sensing Voira’s protest, the AI whipped on the asari. “Before you argue, Voira. Consider this: When bullets fly and the turian’s in a shaky state, who do you think is the first target? Raa. As much as I want to trust she can do this, you and I know that time is ticking. What is more important, Raa getting out alive or her pride?”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn nodded her head, her body still being held by Alaira. Her arms clinged to the half elf and leaned heavily upon her guardian for the time being. However her belly refuse to rest. It grumbled and roared quietly, still needing something to satisfy it, while she tried to listen to Alaira and Lieth converse. The half elf seemed a little offish and this made Lyn’s head tilt in confusion. Did she do something wrong again? It was something, she realized, she was getting a bit too good at now a days.

Not happy she had upset Alaira by inviting Leith, she bowed her head down upon Alaira’s shoulder. Her arms wrapped about and held close as they walked to the kitchen. On approaching it, her stomach growled more ferocious causing her rub it in anxiety. Normally she would’ve asked mom to get herself to eat but seeing as she wasn’t in the best mood, Lyn has decided it was better to travel to the kitchens with Alaira and Lieth. Smells of cooking meat, soups and bread were wafting from the rooms where busy bodies were busting their asses for the morning meal. Often, the staff were overjoyed to see Lyn being brought in which resulted in her hands being stuffed with candied goods, sweet molasses bread, and other goodies that made her tummy less hungry.

Shifting in Alaira’s hands, she gestured an idea in her head. She leaned over and pointed at the basket, a picnic one woven by reeds, then to the set of cheeses, breads, few cooling pies and other food delights made by the kitchen’s volunteers. Students were often suggested to ask before they took but no one ever got into serious trouble over swiping a few goodies here or there. It was grown within the school grounds for the most part by the students, both herbamancers and volunteers, that there was plenty for everyone.

Rathel

Rathel agreed but a gaping hole was just as bad, he head turned to note the serious and recollecting expression on the man’s face. Something was clearly bothering him though the joy seemed shortly lived. Though Rathel could’ve declined, making another suggestion, the demon wisely allowed the man to unburden himself. Much like Khan would do in the private of his study, the demon listening and digesting the following words. When the man finished, Rathel was silent.

His eyes shifted to the window and seemed to trace the delicate work. His mind recalled when Khan was younger, his own worries and regrets nearly drove him on an unforgivable path. Though for some, redemption was far from easy. His mind drifted on the words some and what to say.

”That is strange, I will admit. I never did understand how you survive Heus, but then again, I wasn’t myself nor was Zaad. Personally, I like to think you were blessed by the Gods with an amazing gift and what you do with it is a responsible that is completely up to you. Instead of pondering on what you are, why not decide how you will control and use it? It’s natural to wonder and be fearful of the unknown, but don’t let it haunt you. Don’t let what you don’t know or understand define you. As far as I’m concerned, you are Grey. Not human, or something beyond mortal. Merely Grey. And to me, as well as many, that is all that matters.”

Trying to reassure the man, Rathel placed his talons on the man’s shoulder and gave him the most gentle look possible for his features.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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I don't know what else to say or suggest. The Cowl's current plans in Lost Haven is probably the current "Event" that most players are reacting to. How is Racheli (and Tearstone if we want to include her too) reacting to the violence that has broken out in Lost Haven? Maybe they could run into another player's character while reacting to the chaotic environment that has engulfed Lost Haven. I guess they could try to get into the Arachne-Polemos arc, although I don't know what they could do. I wanted Icon to get involved because of three reasons:

a) Icon has already faced Polemos (Icon got teleported to China). I like to see Icon be like: "You're the guy associated with that metahuman who teleported me to China. That was so not cool".

b) The fight (if you can call it that - see reason c) went through the area where Icon was last scene in NMS's last post.

c) Arachne just got wrecked, so she needs all the help she can get.

@Dedonus

I know, though part of the problem is me as I'll admit to that. I need to get my ass in gear and start someone then sees who jumps in. I'll go with the Crowl plot is likely best for her to react to as stated. I can have a 'NPC' token break in and end up fighting with the girls. However, I don't know if anyone else will get involved in that, newbie or vet, because Rach's body is currently at the stage it's breaking down. Stage 3, likely late stage as I never stated for sure when she arrived or how long since she contracted the virus.

Though I'll likely have the PC being a meta human if that's alright. I don't know if Crowl only hires humans, metas or a mix of everything as I want to give Justine a bit of a challenge for her fight else it will be over in very little time. Though by that time Racheli will hacking up black blood.

also... I think I'm in the chat as well, hopefully the right one.