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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 12, 2008 23:49:59 GMT -5
Virulos realized just in time what was about to happen. He surrounded himself in a field of the force, the explosion echoing out through the clearing around him. He dispersed the field to see the Rodian's body mangled by the Thermal detonators and his burning. He lifted it into the air, slicing it into multiple pieces with his left lightsaber. He would at least make it appear as though it had been he who had killed the creature. He left the remains piled on top of each other in the clearing, before returning to his surveillance of the group. He growled to himself. It was a shame the Rodian had to die, really it was. He was having fun. He realized that his lightsabers were still extended, but they flashed out of existence in the very second he realized it. They floated back through the air to his belt, and came to rest on their hooks. He looked around, and found the blaster he had pinned the Rodian down with. He used the Force to bring it to his hand, then he stuffed it into his belt as well. There was no need to leave a weapon lying around, as he could always use an extra ranged weapon. He looked back towards the Jedi and their company, ready to survey his quarry once again.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 19, 2008 15:40:46 GMT -5
Well, since I’ve already burned through two characters already, why stop there? Besides, I guess I’m the only one willing to be multiple characters at once. Someone needs to keep this thread going! Hmm… I think I’ll go for diversity this time. Hopefully I can keep someone alive one of these times… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A small group of Jedi observed the mutilated corpse that had fallen into their midst. Among them was a human girl in her mid-teens dressed in the tan tunic and baggy pants common to all Jedi, her sleeves were cut just above the elbows and she wore dark brown elbow-length fingerless gloves. She also had knee-high boots and a dark brown sash around her waist. Her light brown hair was long and wavy, tied into a ponytail and her bangs were brushed to one side of her face, shielding one of her emerald eyes from view. She gasped in revulsion and hid behind Master Fisto so she would not see the body. She hung her head, eyes squeezed shut, and shuddered. One of the Masters put a consoling hand on her shoulder. “Easy padawan, it’s all right…” He said with a soft, scratchy voice.. His face was old and wrinkled, with long grey hair. His robes were a very dark brown and fluttered in the slight breeze. “Master Fisto,” he said, “I believe another of our number has been abducted. Did you hear that explosion? It is not safe here. We need to escort these people to safety… What should we do?”
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 19, 2008 21:01:31 GMT -5
As the young female padawan squealed, Virulos' lip flickered into a smile. He did so love the sound of screaming they made as they were killed, the way their eyes shut with pain and they lost all former beauty. Women and children both, were by far more entertaining than men when it came to his line of gruesome work. He would enjoy this mission immensely. He looked around the clearing, trying to pick out any strategic locations. Boulders and trees surrounded the area, leaving only one visible exit, into the path their crashing ship had made. It wasn't far, but it ended in another, more path-filled clearing. The ground within the large crater caused by the falling star craft was full of loose, darkened dirt, with portions of grass roots and other organic matter burning on the ground around the area in small clumps. The ship itself was a little to the right of the path, but it wouldn't hide him from these Jedi master's keen senses. He looked around the clearing one more time, for anything else. There was nothing that he had missed. He praised himself for this, but muttered a curse out loud, for the lack of cover that would screen him from their sense of the Force was disturbing. He would have to keep his distance and let them leave in their own time. He surveyed the long path through his mask. It stretched a good 300 feet. He could keep to just the side of the path, keep a very clear view of the people who wouldn't want to trek through the dangerous forest where he could ambush them and be gone before the Jedi could draw a lightsaber, and still be an ample distance away. It was like this terrain had been designed for him. He ran a gloved finger along the side of the cortosis point at the base of his lightsaber, waiting for the Jedi's next move.
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Post by Setg on Dec 22, 2008 8:18:11 GMT -5
Fisto stared in dis-belief. As it transpired, fear would be the only emotion rippling through the crowd for some time. As the remnants of the Padawan's body came hurtling through the dark night sky and landed in the midst of their temporary base camp, fear spread through the survivors of the crash like a dark wind, caressing each individual and spreading outwards, touching all. Fisto even allowed himself to feel fear. After all, it was fear that kept Jedi alive. A Jedi without fear was reckless, and a reckless Jedi was a dead Jedi.
Fisto drew his lightsaber initially, but when he sensed no imminent threat after the body had landed, he had powered it down but kept it close at hand. He'd inspected the body with the only other Master close by, Kal-Don, and had been shocked to find lightsaber wounds on the boy, which meant that their attacker, the Sith, had followed them here, and was now playing with them. On top of that, some of the survivors had fled when the body landed, and now at least 4 or 5 were missing. Fisto would have liked to mount a search party, but given that a Sith assassin was nearby, he dare not risk it. They would have to cut their losses and run, as the humans would say. They would need to move, and quickly.
At first light they would gather what shelter and provisions they could from the wreckage and move, a caravan of survivors, to find shelter and possibly a city. Fisto had been to Alderaan only once, but one of the survivors from the transport ship, an old Gossam called H'Tuk, had been to Alderaan many times, and he had advised them that they were 2-3 days walk from Aldera.
For now they would flee, to try and put as much ground between them and the assassin as possible. If it came to a confrontation, then Fisto would fight the Sith. And as for those who had already ran from the group, well, then may the force be with them thought Kisto, and with us all.
"We go", he said, to the Jedi next to him comforting the girl. "If we stay here and wait to be picked off like cattle, it will serve no-one. Spread word around the camp - take only items of food or weapons, or shelter. We will need to make camp, so see if we can salvage any materials from the ship for warmth and cover. And be quick, my friend - the Sith are not known for their patience..."
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 22, 2008 16:26:55 GMT -5
Virulos glared out at the camp, waiting for their next move. His fingers began to twitch, slightly. He grew bored with watching them, he wanted simply to quench his thirst for blood and feel the fear grip all of them as the body was thrown into their mists. He looked around, his cold eyes turning within the mask, looking for anything at all that might be a source of amusement. He spotted a small, raccoon-sized rodent scurrying through the brush about 50 feet away, in the opposite direction from the Jedi. Picking it up with the fingers of the force, the Dark Side clutching it's throat, he brought it to himself. As it squealed wildly, he began to speak to it in a rasping voice. "Hello, my friend. How are you doing? Why do you struggle, little rat? Do you need some help?" before, with a laugh, he dropped the creature to the ground, 30 feet below. It broke two of its legs as it hit the ground, and it squealed in pain, its fur matted around two wounds on the legs where the bones had penetrated the skin. He lifted the creature into the air, and began slowly roasting it over a blood red lightsaber, the fur and skin coming off until the entire animal was skinned, its body steaming with heat and its eyes burned out of their sockets. He took the animal with the fingers of the Force over to the opposite side of the clearing from the trail, herding the sheep as he thought of it when he, with a sudden explosive burst, sent the small, horrible, smelly piece of meat flying forward. With uncanny aim garnered through years of intense training, the thing landed only 5 feet in front of the girl who had squealed earlier. Virulos took to the trees the second he had thrown it, getting back to his last position to watch the girl's reaction by the time it made it to the skies above the clearing, its smell pervading even to that portion of the forest. Virulos chuckled a rasping, sinister laugh.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 22, 2008 18:00:12 GMT -5
The grey haired Jedi bowed to Kit Fisto before setting off into the crowd. The girl stole one last teary-eyed look at the horrid corpse as some people dragged it out of sight. The dark side was masking what should have been an otherwise peaceful world. She could feel a disturbing, ugly presence in the Force somewhere. Where exactly she could not tell. The sensation was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The situation was grim indeed. This was so awful, it was almost surreal. But the sight of the dead padawan lent a sobering grasp to just how real, and dangerous, this was turning out to be. “I can’t believe this is happening…” she whispered, shaking her pretty head. She looked up at Fisto for guidance. “He was my friend, Master. Now he’s… gone. Tell me, are we going to be okay? Is there any hope?” At that moment, the elderly Jedi returned with his report. “We are few, Master Fisto. Barely anyone is armed except for us Jedi. And we have nothing that can be of use out here. We are completely on our own. We can use wilderness survival skills, but it will be a harsh trek to Aldera.” The girl had not expected things to be so bad. It would be one thing if there were just the Jedi refugees, but they also had civilians in tow. And as Jedi, they could not allow harm to befall the others. Her heart sank. Things were getting bleaker by the second. Suddenly, an unrecognizable chunk of smelling meat dropped to her feet. She shrieked in alarm, physically jumping back. She accidentally bumped into Master Fisto, and uttered a quick apology. “Someone’s toying with us…” remarked the old master with a grimace. “Trying to hurt our morale. Break our spirit.” He turned to address the frightened padawan, affixing her with a stern glare. “Do not let this get to you. We are Jedi. We will not succumb to fear, we will shine even in the darkness. Do you understand?” She bowed her head, ashamed that she was being so weak-willed. “Yes, master. I will resist this darkness. I will be strong.” She was determined to live up to her role as a Jedi and steeled herself for the task at hand: survival. A great challenge awaited in the future, she prayed it would pass in the end.
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