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Power Rangers Strike Force!

My post it up and I'm up lol. Both of them are the obvious.

But I like pointing those out from time to time.

Power Rangers Strike Force!

Michael Sonnen

In face of the Githkin, Michael had knowingly smiled at the futility of it all.

The bullet had done nothing; a lot less than he had first thought it would but it had only proven his gut feeling. The Githkin were too monstrous to combat, Galatect was too godly to even think of rebelling against. And even still, with all this fear, despair, and certain death; Michael had managed a smile.

Soon though it died. The war around him wouldn't allow him a moment's peace and now, neither would his opposition. He scowled at the demon-faced creature, eyeing the only mark he had inflicted on the beast with contempt. "Bring it," he muttered ever-so-quietly; summoning his rage from the pit of his guilt.

"Come on!" he screamed next, demanding the creature to charge with a ripping gesture towards himself. "Come onnnnn!" He moved backwards as he did, keeping the gun at his side and the pickaxe comfortably in grasp.

If I meet you now, Courtney... If you're looking... than you'll know I did everything in my power to pay you back for failing you. I won't die without taking at least one of them with me. I'll look him in the eyes when I do... carve a smile on its face.

Michael glanced his surroundings for something that could help him; his mind was too occupied to find anything worthy. He found it consumed in this war. Filled with adrenaline. Everything came just a tad slower but none of it seemed to make any real sense to him. That was until looked the Githkin in its pitch-black eyes again.

His eyes... I'll aim for his bloody eyes! I gotta stay alive long enough for an opening. Its crazy to even think of fighting this monster but I-I don't have much choice.

Power Rangers Strike Force!

I'll get my post out later. For now, I will sleep.

The Legend of Dragoon: Awakened Fate

I'm still here. Still interested too. Just got off work so I might not post now.

Star Wars: A New Force

@AHeartlessNobody Well I just got my post out.

Star Wars: A New Force

Ben Solo

"Definitely," he answered, composing himself and walking aimlessly around the sterling hull. Tapestry of his ancestral planet lined the hull, the symbol of the republic was a centerpiece for the starship. "I can't believe I've finally got some time with you. Its... almost like a dream y'know? I've always wanted to be alone with you, away from the temple and Master Luke. Its the small things... the moments that I'll cherish the most."

Those were the things he had decided in private, keeping them close to his heart. To Odette.

A moment later Bee-Bee-Ate rolled into his foot and chirped urgently. He understood the droid briefly but lost translation among its numerous sounds and movements. Ben knelt down and held its form tight to the floor. "Calm down, Bee-Bee..." He took a better look at its codes. "Bee-Bee-Ate," he said with sureness. "What's the problem?"

It swiveled its eye around so that it was facing towards the steel ceiling before projecting an enlarged image of his... his mother. Her full face was royalty incarnated and it was than that he realized just how different he was now. That afterthought was pushed aside as he took a few steps back to grasp the full message; she had begun to speak after a bit of fiddling. It was obvious she was setting up the recording herself.

Mother?

"Are you recording this, Bee-Bee Ate?" she asked tenderly, her hair a bit astray but mostly upkept.

A whirl of mechanical noise confirmed her question.

Leia nodded, the hints of bags lied beneath the perfectly executed makeup. "Ben..." she muttered, her voice so filled with love and warmth, that just the sound had unnerved him. He flinched as he felt his walls start to crumble.

"...Mom," he uttered in response; he knew she couldn't hear him.

"How are you, Ben? I've been, so very worried about you. I know... I know that Luke has forbidden communication but I had to check on you. I'll keep this short. Your aunt Winter and I have delegations to attend to about Naboo's plasma exports. " She paused for a long second as if feeling Ben's desperate eyes on her. Eyes that were filled with emotions incapable of being put into words.

"... Y-You can do this, Ben. I can only imagine how hard it must be but you... you are a Skywalker and a Solo. You are Han's spitting image, my mental doppelganger, and the nephew of the last jedi. I can feel in you the hu-"

She was interrupted as See-threepio scuttled through the frame and voiced, in his overly mannerly way, that her ship was ready for departure. Leia spoke something in a hushed whispered and soon afterwards, See-threepio had waved drone-like at the camera. "Greetings, Master Ben. How is your training preceding. Swell I hope."

Ben couldn't help the smirk that blossomed into a smile. He had once hated the droid but now he held him almost as dear as his mother. When the droid was gone, Leia smiled once more before blowing a kiss towards the recorder. "Take care of yourself, Ben. I love you beyond the will of the Force."

The hologram flickered out.

Ben held his cheek as if he had caught the kiss and planted it there, a tear trailed its way to his lean chin. "So you hadn't forgotten me," he uttered calmly, seemingly unaware of his tear. "That's good, I've been worrying about you too, Mom."

He let out a sigh, turned his head towards Odette, and grinned widely. "Let's find this map!"

Star Wars: A New Force

Ben Solo

Ben remained a step or two behind Odette as Luke spoke to them. He lowered his eyes at the mention of his mother's involvement. How long had it been since he's seen her? Heard from her? Far too long, he decided. A small part of him felt contempt for Luke's communication with her. All he had was that holophoto of her, the one that was always perched on his sidetable. She was the first thing he saw when he woke up a lot of the time.

"So the Princess has decided to help her general... How typical," he sneered under his breath, his arms crossing his chest as he mentally put walls between them.

The weathered Luke seemed to notice his discomfort; showing it in the form of a small, uninterrupting glance towards his direction. When he continued on without skipping a beat, Ben knew that Luke was going to let it pass. He always did. His eyes soon slid to the obscured direction of his bedroom. The small shack had been his home for so long that he had wondered if he had, imprinted some darkness in there. It wouldn't be too much, nothing to worry about... but it would be akin to having a skeleton in the closet.

Ben soon went to work on his own lightsaber, feeling incapable of speaking kindly after hearing his mother's attachment with Luke and not him. Emotions were supposedly the way to the Dark Side but since speaking with Odette, he had decided to embrace every feeling that was conjured from his situation. Because of this, his mediatation was... distracting.

Unease palpitated from him, though his face remained steeled and smooth. He focused on the components that littered his space. Dark pieces of metal along with slender pieces of cooper and gold begun to float and bob in front of him. The Force was at work around him and the blue crystal he had found was positioned directly across from his nose. It was the only still piece in a whirlwind of electronics and metals.

Eventually the Force gave him a vision for the lightsaber, it wasn't perfection, not by a long-shot but it was good enough for his first. The mostly black handle of his lightsaber was a bit too-long. It was about a hand-and-a-half, with wire thin pieces of cooper lining the sides and a thick ring of gold near its single exhaust port. When it was done, Ben held it with a single hand, ignited it with a flick of his thumb, and spun it in succession. The sizzling hum brought a feeling of pride to him as it seared the air.

Odd's eyes laid on him, so he flickered his own towards her; a gentle, accomplished smile was on his lean face. "Your lightsaber looks... well its looks... like you." His voice sounded awkward and kinda embarrassed as he said so. "I'm heading to the ship now," he spoke aloud, feeling no need for goodbyes to the Padawans or Luke.

* * * *

The ship was placed in the same clearing. It brought back memeories of his arrival but also feelings of his departure. Once close enough, he could feel his mother in the Force, nearby on the ship. He was frozen for a moment but quickly tossed it aside in hopes of seeing her inside. With a dash of preternatural speed, he neared the ship, opened the ramp, and hurried inside. The hull was empty, all except the BB droids and the essentials. Ben almost lashed out in anger at his own foolishness but before he could, thought of Odette and calmed himself.

Why? Why the hell did I feel her...

Star Wars: A New Force

@AHeartlessNobody I understand. Work be having me like that too. Between having no time for it and resting to recover from the night of work. I have little time for anything else besides either gaming, errands, or posting.

Star Wars: A New Force

Good. Not that I'm rushing you or anything. I'm just glad you didn't abandon me lol

Power Rangers Strike Force!

Michael Sonnen

The aged doors moaned open and before him was a blazed but alien path. Where once it was an unknown mystery, now it was a nightmarish, bleak, door to his death. He could feel his fear cracking the walls that cornered it in his heart, the minute fissures that marked the end if he couldn't reign it in.

He steeled the quivering in his taunt arms.

Once the woman had begun her speech, like so many of the rebels around him, he looked for hope in her words. Unlike them, he found none. Some piece of him knew that Courtney's death would drive him to his own, that the guilt he felt was so strong that it'd pull him into Galatec's spectral grip. Michael lowered his head absently, a weak smile pulled his lips.

We're going to die one way or another. They think they can pull a small attack on one of Galatec's premiere mining sites and win... He chuckled shortly, a defeated smile hidden on his face. It reminds me of an ancient saying my dad use to quote; how does it go? Oh yea... "Like lambs to the slaughter."

Still, he had willingly become apart of the lambs' herd. He had no regrets about it when he truly thought about it, only a fiery ambition to rid himself of his unforgiving contentment. Once the cries of the rebels took root in the tunnels, Michael rushed forward with them. He eye'd the scattered remains of the equipment he had brought in with him, it roused a question in him that he had foolishly forgotten.

He came to a stop amongst the chaos, not too deep in but close enough to feel the heat of the flames they were attempting to douse with rebellious fevor. The sound of high-tech ammunition sizzled around him, loud bangs threatened to hurt his ears. He found cover in the form of a metal wagon. He grip the material over his chest and calmed his now thrumming heart.

"This is Galatec's true face!" he snarled with a shaky calm.

When he noticed a Githkin around the cover of his wagon, he raised the ancient arm given to him and pulled the trigger with an unusual amount of power in the action.

Let's see if you die like we do. With smiles on your faces.