Fallenreaper

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

I'm GM and I can triple OoC post if I want. @Gowi if I don't get around to Xid showing Tal how to open the door, before I leave tomorrow, could you gloss over it? It might not be ideal but it would keep me from holding you or others up for very long. In addition, Xid really needs more rest than a simple few mins he got earlier. XD

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 2, 14:08- 14:10 |~
~|Xid|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~

Xid’s lips widen, and for the first time, it actually was fully genuine. Even his eyes lightened at knowing he had made someone’s day better and relaxed from his anxiety a bit. Much better than floundering to seek the correct words and ultimately failing, feeling worthless in the end. He was getting sick of it the more it happened truth be told. Through being in a metal cage didn’t help him to change it or would it help his allies, and friend he held dearly, to keep their moral. The sooner they left the better.

“Well, at least there’s a win for me.” He answered up in a cheerful mood, his facial muscle softened into pride he had managed something positive in this situation. His fingers tightened on the post as he managed to steady himself. His soles flatten upon the floor and chilled his bare skin, making him shiver a bit.

Hearing her positive attitude was enough to strengthen his determination, his arm gaining a bit more strength and pressed firmly on the post. “Trying is better than giving up isn’t it?”

He found it rather strange anyone would hang on his every word, bring importance to their existence. Like a teacher to a student, something believed he would never be good at it. In addition whoever heard of a Knight being younger than his Padawan? He snorted at the thought making his side hurt, the motion rippling through his muscles causing his side to hurt with pain. His arm wrapped about the injury as he hissed in regret. “Oow, that was a bad idea. Laughing… ow.”

He gingerly lowered himself back down for a moment’s rest while the pain faded, his breathing heavy and face crunched up to show what he wanted to hide. "Give me a second, before I break my ribs more, to get my breath. Then I’ll show you how to open the door and see if we can get you into the halls. The sooner we get out, the better.”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 2, 13:56-13:59|~
~|Xid |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex (Bunk B) |~

Xid noted the subtle hints. Immediately his ears caught the shaky tone and lacking pride, his mind too aware of the flaws for his own taste. All of it was very similar to his own causing his top teeth to bite his lip and almost draw blood. It was odd to see them in another Jedi, especially one he knew had every right to be confident in her abilities.

It made him realize he was limiting himself after the time he spent with Ithor, the prisoner on Belsavis having a more psychologic effect than he wanted on how far he push his potential. Each time he wondered if he was going too far and it was enough to get him to hold back. In the end, it would do much more harm than good with the escape. In the end, it was going to be something he regretted and risked all their lives.

“Don’t ever doubt your strength, Talija.” Xid blurted out, his voice firm in his reply. “Not assuming is good, but confidence in your knowledge of what you can do is another. We all have tasted something to make us different then we were.”

He sighed, recalling his own fear, and took a risk at admitting it. He lowered his voice to where the camera wouldn’t pick up the sound. “I learned, in the worse way, what my own talents are able to accomplish. Truthfully, I’m terrified about my potential and won’t fully use it. So, don’t let them shake you alright? Else they win.”

Xid turned to the topic of his fight against Sish, his body straightening upright next to her. “Yeah, I ended up being caught by him when I tried to obtain some droids for defense. He’s more of a predatory with a taste for maiming and pain. So I knew when he aimed to take Shiri, after seeing her kiss me, she was going to get seriously hurt.”

A hand scratched his head back in a nervous gesture while he continued. “I-I couldn’t let that happen. It was my fault for not realizing she was going to kiss me and stopping it.”

He was quiet for a moment, letting the awkward moment pass before turning to a more cheery matter. The fact she recalled the path was wonderful and gave him an idea. “You, know. I can get us out of here, as in out of this cell through the shafts. It won’t be hard as the doors will pop open when your fingers press into the dividing slit.” His figure was already rising to his feet as his hand jerked out, balancing against the bunk post. He continued through gritted teeth to finish his instruction. “Once you get a grip, you can trail up to the upper part where a trigger will release the door. If you got out, could you help me map the corridors?”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Also, tacked on Something for the Rescuers as a lead to explore.

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 12:20-13:30 GST |~
~|Security Room to roaming the hallways|~
~|Jayda |~

Jayda hadn’t stopped Zanna, her eyes watched carefully as the Sith departed leaving her alone. Her nostrils flared to the sulfur scent filling her lungs and gradually being torn apart. Each component divided into independent aspects where she registered for the future, her mind deepening into a predatory state she allowed her mind to dive into. Her hearts rattled in her chest at her intended plan surfacing. The added risks followed, urging her mind to find another solution while she inhaled to sooth over her instinct to survive. A hunt already had a way to drag up feelings she sometimes denied and for the moment, absorbed the adrenaline surging in her veins even when the pain was dulling the effect.

It was a chemical boost thanks to the physical reaction, the moments ticking by in natural fear that heightening her senses, increasing her strength and sharpening her reactions. At least, as long as she controlled the flight and edged it into a fight one. Something that was harder than it use to be.

Letting a time pass, untouched by her reaction, Jayda’s purple eyes flickered open. They directed themselves to the console acknowledging her work wasn’t yet completed. There was still some tape to alter and edit, even delete. Hunching her lithe figure over the buttons she quickly clicked her long nails across the surface with surprising gentleness, each delicate movement wasting little energy in her goal. First off, she refused to leave any evidence of where she had been from the second she arrived on the ship to the present, nothing reminded. Odd as it seemed she knew if anyone talented with reading body language seen the tapes, it would reveal her discomfort and weakness in the most painful way.

She had enough of a target on her back currently with Lady Lansha’s attention on her.

Her second task, and most important, was to collect all the video featuring the Sith who were currently onboard. Including recent arrivals. Jayda knew she would have to update the information much later since it seemed sith were able to come and go freely from the vessel. A fact that would make keeping tabs fully on who is a threat in her radar difficult but she would manage. In addition, studying their bodies, reactions, and behavior would give her something more than she already had. Enabling her to study a threat possibility before it targeted her later.

Disappointingly, one of the Sith, a Lord by the way she held herself, seemed to isolate herself within her room. A habit, Jayda vaguely noted and pushed her frustration away, she practiced too. After finishing up, she took the flash drive with her on departing the security room.
It was time to get serious.

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After getting food into her weakened system and resting, Jayda’s condition had drawn some benefit. Gingerly, she eased her body upright into a sitting posture while her eyes looked toward the end of her bunk. Every muscle was stiffening and her mind examined her condition with each slight movement, expecting the pain that came. Her loose hair got into her vision forcing her to shift the strands with a single hand and examine her wounds, noting the change in appearance.

They had stopped bleeding, scabbed over and now, likely thanks to Zanna’s goo, appeared to be half a day old. Not the few hours old it really was. Arching her eyebrow, she rolled her clothing back down to cover the evidence while she carefully slid her legs over the mattress edge and applied pressure to her soles. Mindful about her weakened muscles, she worked herself to standing completely on her own. The balance was difficult but not impossible causing her to tilt back while she steadied herself, placing a hand upon the frame for a more sturdy brace.

When she sure she could stand, Jayda let go. She stepped toward the dresser where several Sith robes, all interesting close to her size, were kept. Casually she pulled it single handed open and with carefully watching eyes. Her lightsaber was still in her other, ready to jerk up in her defense, before she allowed a calm to wash over her frame. No trap. No sign of danger.

Retrieving a set of black trousers, tunic and over robe, Jayda slapped the drawer closed quickly. The click rang in her sharp ears as she flinched, forgetting to focus elsewhere. She let the sting pass before moving again to get dressed. In fresh clothing, it was hard to tell she was ever seriously injured in her encounter with the various events during the day. Her hand reached back and quickly tied her hair back into the familiar braid, fingers retracing her habitual ritual, before tossing it behind her shoulders.

Her body’s movements easily slipping into hiding her status as she exited her room.

Now it was time to find Sish.

~| Day 2, 13:48-13:51 |~
~| Xid|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~

“Lady Lansha, I know that Sith. I’ve already met her. She was the one that allowed a meeting between the widow and me. I think, if I examined her right, she’s a manipulator that feeds off emotional stress and control. However, she’s not likely to be effective in a fight.” Xid stated, slightly relieved it was one of the milder Sith encounters. He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if she had came back worse than himself. His eyes lowered to examine his twisting fingers roping themselves through each other in his lap. It eased his tension through he felt it showed his stress far too easily and upon that thought, stopped.

“Lady Lansha isn’t built for physical combat so you’ve won easily. Even possibly explored some hallways, something which a few us might’ve done already, and helped with the escape plans.”

His body, oddly, slanted toward where her weight sank into the mattress slightly. It was comforting sensation that he drew strength from and found he missed her presence more than he realised at first. Over half the prisoners he knew, strangely, and seemed knowing him brought greater danger which made him wonder what great purpose would it serve on board this ship. Nothing but misery he guessed.

Inhaling, he tried to smile his worries away. “Through, I’m really glad you’re alright. We’ll need your strength to get out of here after all.”

At mention of chains, his smile grew a bit more and added. “Sith tend to benefit themselves more than anything though they try to fool themselves into thinking otherwise.”

His expression, while less grim than before, turned to Talija as he spoke. “Do you recall anything from your arrival and by chance where you walked? Would you know it if you found it again?”

~| Day 3, 19:56-20:05 GST |~
~|Karlie|~
~|Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine within Karlie’s shop|~

“Large Gage class ship? Rumored to be runned by high and powerful Sith through I can’t say I know the details.” Karlie paused as he watched the Jedi settling down, his nerves still influenced by Kenneth's earlier actions to calm him. Strangely he wasn't irked anymore about it, his body leaned against the workbench edge while waiting for them to take a seat. Then thinking a moment, an unpleasant thought crossed his mind.

“Janglor might through. He’s gotten a few Sith customers and possibly one could’ve been aboard that ship. However, he won’t give up a customer.” He set down his own cup and continued. “And you’ll have to locate him. You’ll need to find a loose lip errand girl, that bitch Jeik would know where he’s at since she makes deliveries.”

His payment was suppose to be among the deliveries today but he doubted Janglor would get as it was possibly spend already. The bad part with the alien, he wouldn't go after the messager. It was the source he targeted. Recalling the threat made, Karlie leaned back and was about to ask the Jedi how long they intended to stay when Melloch’s robes gave off a loud sound and drew a suspicious look. The whale like alien excused himself then informed him about two new arrivals to come.

He scowled at the thought, his eyes looked to Kennith as to blame him. The shopkeeper started to clarify his intentions in a firm, frustrated tone. “Now wait a minute, this is getting out of hand. I say I would provide information, not-”

Karlie never got a chance when there was a kick at the door, his teeth snapped shut and expression tightened defensively. He watched as Melloch went to open the door, the pair exchanging greetings. The raptor hooked a foreclaw then pulled back the hood to reveal a snout, Karlie unable to tell the gender so to be safe he dubbed it a he until otherwise informed.

Letting his fear and anger fuel his words, the man snapped at Melloch. “Let them in quickly before someone sees. You've already gotten me into enough trouble as it is!”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Hi!

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Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

All or Nothing

Jacer's hands played through the practiced movements. Seeing it performed still left him in hidden awe over how quickly he had gotten the hang of it. He could pretty much do this part blindfolded now, a talent he didn’t have years ago, and almost perfectly. Practice made perfect and this skill proved it.

He shook his thoughts at the world that caused him to hone such a talent. Even worse, it was starting to become a morbid type of funny how this war had changed him. Gone was the gentle, carefree boy he once had been. Now he was someone with blood staining his hands. Even after little more than a decade, he could feel guilt over what he had to do survive and pushed it away so easily during the heat of the moment. Like this moment. Already, he was aiming to kill an ally and another human, not some damn Enslaved.

In the past, it would’ve disturbed him at how easily he could do it. Now, it was just another useful skill for keeping the nightmares from distracting him.

Mentally he followed his natural movements during the reload. His hand jerked upward and ejected the magazine, his other hand wrapping around a MASS from behind his back. That arm jerked quickly to the front, flipping the magazine about and inserted it into the gun handle in one smooth movement. It made a loud click announcing it was secure and freeing up his other hand to snag the empty one before it dropped.

It seemed his words had fallen on deaf ears when he noticed Shugtil come to a stop and adjust his aim. Jacer’s irises zoomed in on the silver haired man and felt his spine shiver. He didn't need a scope to see Shugtil was training the weapon upon him, but he didn’t like the smirk playing at the mouth corners. It was a more concerning matter in his mind. Something screaming danger and caution in his mind. Jacer’s blood was running colder than the ice all around them in that moment, his mind concluding only thing: Shugtil's preparations were nearly done and that spelled trouble for him.

Trying not to let worry distract him, Jacer was already reacting to being shot at. His hand no longer reached for the empty magazine and instead hesitated, altering its instinct to one of thought. He let the empty clip drop to the ground below, the sound rattling in his ears upon its impact. His teeth gritted to keep his focus.

When Shugtil’s bullet aimed at his side, Jacer's attempt to return fire was stopped briefly. His right foot pulled him forward just when his left shoved from his standing position, kicking off again and heading toward Shugtil’s direction. He was prepared to alter his course into a zigzag one so his full energy wasn’t applied, having learned from his earlier experiences. His magik poured into his legs to build up his speed to the average 28-25 mph then to the 20-40 mph the longer he continued.

The bullet whizzed by his shoulder nearly glazing him and prevented him from countering during his attempt to bring himself closer, no longer desiring to play the man’s field advantage since Dom managed to get away. He would’ve attempted to stop the bullet in its tracks but even he had his limits, and without any preparation before hand, any try was merely a waste of precious energy.

He raised his gun hand then pointed to the man’s dead center torso, firing immediately. He hoped it was before Shugtil could activate his magik and fuck his whole day up.

Meanwhile, his free hand already started to collect energy, the shape undefined though it might resemble a throwing blade, and forced Shugtil to make a choice. The man could either fire again and risk getting hit by Jacer’s Tazer round-it wouldn’t penetrate it or kill him, but still likely play holy hell with the armor’s systems- or dodge and risk giving Jacer enough time to charge his magik. Trying to do both allowed Jacer to alter his actions, possibly even countering them. Unless he was stopped in his tracks, Jacer’s mind calculated he would be able to cover about over half the distance between them, bring him into Shugtil’s personal zone, within five seconds if his luck held out.