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Power Rangers Strike Force!

Michael Sonnen

A deep inhale then exhale filled the tunnel.

The air in the mines were humid and it made him feel labored, though he knew he had more energy left to tap into. He pushed even further down the tunnel, trudging on until he came upon a rusted, metal door. He dropped his tools without concern and looked around.

The fact that the mines had grown old had not escaped him. He felt himself trail the scar of his nose out agitation. Perhaps for the fifth time since entering Red Rock. It was a counter for him, a counter for how many times he'd felt unsure or hesitant since arriving. It wasn't a good thing. The feeling usually boded ill events, whether they be small or large.

Michael glanced behind him. The long dark trail behind was devoid of sentient sound and it, for the first time, made him wish for supervision and company. However, he had never been one to cower from doing what had to be done, so he stepped towards the sealed door, place his large hand on its rusted browned surface, and thought intently on his purpose for being there.

Was it really to find new veins of ore? It couldn't be, not in an abandoned dried up mine like this one. Suddenly his gut roused and he felt uneasy in the situation, certainly uneasy.

I get the feeling the option to turn back was never mine. More like, there was no option. I'm being forced down here by Galatec... but why? He stressed.

He held the blast sticks he was supplied with in his hands now. His hazel eyes fell onto the seal door as he thought through his subsequent actions. Once he placed them down and lit them, he'd need to safely get out the blast range. Could he make that run? How powerful were they? He scowled in the pale darkness. He'd have to trust his instincts like usual.

Once placed around the door, Michael set the blast sticks and sprinted away. For some reason, he wanted to keep a eye on the explosion, so he slid low to the ground and waited for the boom. The boom would released a heated breath he was sure, one that he was willing to endure to see what awaited him beyond.

"Reveal your secrets to me," he muttered before shielding his face with his long arms.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

Seles Town

He remained still, statuesque even, for a few long seconds.

He side eyed the intruding woman, his bronze orbs capturing her. Inside the folds of the large hood Faeri hid the placidity that smoothed his face. The gnarled staff that rested on his knees were moved out of her space. A soft yet hassled sigh came from the youth as he leaned back, feigning discomfort with her cheery presence.

The mermaid, he thought to himself, secretly pleased that it was her and not a human. But why?

"What do you want?" he wondered outwardly, his voice a rendition of what a polished, honed blade may have sounded like. "Have the humans showed you their sins already, bared their fangs at you for being different? It was only a matter of time, which is what I was trying to warn you about earlier."

He hadn't meant to say that much but speaking with another non-human was exceedingly rare for him. He felt inclined to do so, if only in hushed whispers.

"... Did you see it? The mob, the masses that gathered without understanding. One declared me guilty of verbally hanging you... and they saw fit to do the same to me, without even considering the truth or looking for it. You're better off... no, even other humans are better off staying away from one another."

Faeri slowly leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and breathing evenly, though his shoulders were tense and ridged with anger. "Hey," he finally replied back.

Star Wars: A New Force

Ben Solo

He had been lost in thought while eyeing the quickly fading Nexu. What had seemed a pointless glance had become an objective study. Removed from the world around him he forgot about his current situation and quickly fell into some weird trance. What was it about watching the doomed Nexu?

For a moment he believed the answer would come in the form of some Force-hint. Master Luke had taught him to trust in the ethereal patchwork and so he had begun to fold himself, countless times over in the Force. Until not only had he found it troubling but a struggle had ensued. Deep in the sac of universe, the beginnings of a tug-o-war had stirred. The Dark Side and Light Side.

If not for Odette he would had still been fighting it.

The melo sounds of the starship, the still calmness inside the cool husk felt binding. But it always did when he was with Odette. She had a way of making him feel choked up and restricted. As if he needed to be even more careful about what he said, did, or thought. Ben loosed his hold on the Nexu, letting the Force go wherever it went when not in use. He stepped in flow with Odette's strides, though his were a bit more tense and powerful. Whatever he had experienced in the temple, he observed, had brought out an aggressive posture.

If only that was all, he mumbled.

As she went to executing the Nexu, Ben turned his sights from the unsavory moment and looked off towards the polluted sky above. The laserfire echoed for a moment, provoking Ben's fist to clench under the cover of his wide-sleeves. Once she was done, he finally built up the nerve to speak, though it was with finality, and without a opening for response.

"You didn't give it the chance." His eyes remained on the path ahead.

Half a standard-hour later, Ben was wiping a skin of sweat from his forehead. The argous task of both physical exertion and Force-manipulation had weakened him, leaving little room for facading around Odette. So once they were done, he sat down on his bottom, pulled his sleeves up to the elbows and looked at their handy work. The starship was looking more or less the same.

The air kinda got heavy and he expected as much. She hadn't said anything about his little explosion or about the Dark Side that infected him. He wondered if she would reject him. That made him look away as she took his hand. It would be appropriate, he told himself. She was like some flag-starship of the Light Side, it shouldn't want anything to do with him.

"You don't have to say it, I already kno-"

He started but realization quickly grasped what she was saying. Ben felt, immensely happy and immensely foolish at the same time. Of course she wouldn't turn her back on him. She was after all... the girl he loved. Ben stood up from his spot and refrained from smiling. "Beaten by a girl with the power of the Force backing her up? There's no shame in that," he told her, hitting her with his signature half-smirk. "However, if we did battle, I'm certain I'd have you begging for mercy," He crooned.

Star Wars: A New Force

@AHeartlessNobody Hmm, That's a toughie. I don't think I can decide it on my own.

The Star Wars fan in me says, let them duke it out unknowingly. But that's a bit cliché. What if they both knew and instead, still fought. Some circumstance making them clash, even though its tearing them apart. Whatever it may be, it'd have to be something important enough to have the both of them seriously trying to kill each other.

Tell me thought, which of the choices do you prefer?

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

@Krinos Solstice I realized that after I had posted my first response. I was quick to catch on and was going to switch it up but thought to myself, his paranoia would go hand-in-hand with his distaste of humans and his current situation. So I decided to roll with it.

Hope you're cool with that, I didn't feel the need to address it OOC because I had figured It out myself earlier lol.

@Shurikai Than I'm doing a good job. He goes to great lengths to hide it. He dyes his hair and for the most part, strays from any conversation that may lead to it.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

@Shurikai Well I got my post out. It was a good thing he wasn't around everyone, it made it possible to slide back in without skipping a beat.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

Seles Town

Time had slipped through his hands.

The small scare that his Wingly origins had been discerned had sent him headfirst into a panic. But of course nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing at all. he was too careful to have made a blatant mistake that could get him discovered upon sight. In the reflection of a passing mirror, he discovered his dye was still holding. It would for at least another week or so.

So how? he wondered tonelessly.

It would bother him now that such a noble had known his origins. Especially after he tried so hard to hide them. With a sigh, he pulled over his hood and was determined to go through the rest of the day in obscurity. He wouldn't speak to the humans, glance, or even pay them a droplet of mind. No, he would treat them like the water-stains they were. Natural and soon to be dried by the Wingly presence that was the sun.

Thinking that took him back to the initial fury that trailed suspicion towards him. Humans were so, infectious. When one decided something, everyone else soon fell in line. It made them intolerable. Just thinking that one's wrong could transact to thousands doing the same made him stiffen. Beneath his dark, large hood, his bronze eyes became fixed in a furrow; rage beyond anything he had felt in months.

It'll always be the humans. Ancient text told of destiny's grand favoritism of them since their creation, Faeri was resolved to ranch away destiny's hold on events and claim it as his own.

He sighed inwardly before smoothly rubbing the green sphere around his neck between his thumb and index. If only you were still around.

Faeri found himself sitting far away from the performance he attended earlier, though her voice still fell kindly into his ears. He thought... for a rebuking moment, that if any human could be tolerable, that it'd be her. Especially if she voice her words in a melody the whole while. He gripped the knotted staff that carried him across the land before placing it across his knees.

"Only I will know those thoughts," he said, almost as if convincing himself the secret was safe.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

To everyone, I'am so sorry for the delay.

I'm still in this and I'm going to get a post up ASAP.

Star Wars: A New Force

@AHeartlessNobody Me too, hopefully it was okay.

Star Wars: A New Force

Ben Solo

His concern for Odette had been small, if not altogether unnoticed as he whirled the blue line of his saber with a practiced but coarse rendition of his studies. For sure, he had been both praised and criticized by Master Luke. Anger usually guided his lightsaber, an extensive array of rage fueled blows and deathly-wishing precision was etched in his combat tactics.

The Master was not approving. Though he understood well. Ben could see it in both the Force and in his Master's empathetic eyes.

The last of the canine beast lept at him as he slashed one of its packmates across its snout, the piece fell from its large head with a gross thump and released gore. Ben whipped around at the prodding of the Force but would have been too late in the process of doing so; his blue saber whirled in anticipation, his own downfalls urging him to minimize the damage but the need was unnecessary.

A grunt from Master Luke announced the powerful gust of wind that followed the final beasts' harsh, cruel, and destructive throw into the far-off stairs of the Temple. Its body crackled with the impact, its bones were crushed. When Ben turned to look at his master, Luke's hand had been to his side, his palm and fingers open as if releasing the Force's hold on something.

He wasn't sure how he liked being rescued by him now. It felt so... so hypocritical. To have insanely demanded answers from him and than to be saved? What kind of Jedi was he going to be become in the future? He was so indescribably and unjustly frustrated that it showed on his pale cheeks. He bit his bottom lip before simmering his saber, the blue crackle vanishing from air.

Luke seemed to feel him out in the Force and Ben allowed it. It was not without cause, he thought vaguely. Instead he turned towards Odette and listened to her speak.

Luke spoke momentarily afterwards. "Nexuses are usually bothered to attack humans, or any sapient beings for that mater. They're creatures of stealth, not aggression. This was instigated," he concluded. "I can feel the Force being orchestrated in this, we must question the padawans." He stepped closer to Odette before registering something in Ben's face.

Ben wondered if it was the resignation he now felt, the smoothening of the tenseness that once contorted it.

"Either way, Odette, I'd appreciate it if you and Ben could prep the starship. The Nexues did a small number on its exteriror, nothing the Force can't fix though."

Honestly Ben wasn't sure if this was Luke's way of conveying trust or some misguided attempt of pushing him away. He felt that a earful would come later, regardless of today's event. The Dark Side had trickled in him now, stronger than ever. With his anger came its palpable drops, with his ire, the facuet was turned even more.

With indifference, Ben strode towards the ship, opened the hatchet and told the kids to meet with Luke by tress. He had a dead Nexus to tend to. Tapping into the Force, Ben stretched his hand out with it, and tenderly gripped its right-hind leg. The powerful beast labored to breathe.

Its not dead? he thought, stopping to study the body.