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Dude, this new Spam sucks. What is with this inactivity.
No way, your post was great.
Hope that's alright! I know it is pretty much just "hack and slash, one and done," and that isn't too exciting. But I figured we could encounter more if we wanted a grander fight scene.
I also hope you don't mind that I chose a purple lightsaber for Leoria. I promise I'm not trying to be a special snowflake - I just really like purple lightsabers. :3
Hope that's alright! I know it is pretty much just "hack and slash, one and done," and that isn't too exciting. But I figured we could encounter more if we wanted a grander fight scene.
I also hope you don't mind that I chose a purple lightsaber for Leoria. I promise I'm not trying to be a special snowflake - I just really like purple lightsabers. :3
Beside the boy, Leoria shifted uncomfortably. "No," came her simple, honest answer. "I don't think it will be." His response bordered optimistic, as if their presence would somehow improve the situation. It can't save these people, whispered the darker depths of her mind, but she immediately shoved it away. If Yerbol attempted to be positive, the least she could do was follow suit. So she nodded. "Clean up crew." Her smile was forced, but it was there. "Things can't get any worse at least."
It has been a foolish, foolish thing to say. Of course things could worse. And they did, shortly after. The scream froze the blood in her veins, and as her fingertips brushed the hilt of her lightsaber, she moved closer to Yerbol's side. "What was that?" she asked on a whisper, though she knew full-well that her companion would not have the answer. It was just slightly comforting to hear her own voice fill the cavern, and not the screams. But the wail came again, and this time, the sound was accompanied by an approaching figure.
While they had known not what to expect, a pair of crazed troopers had not been high on the list of possibilities. As such, the pair had responded a bit more slowly than usual, shock and confusion rooting them where they stood. It was Yerbol who moved first, and it was fortunate that he did. The duo would most likely have been killed had he not.
"RIA, DO SOMETHING."
But what was she supposed to do? The situation was so unlike anything that she had seen before. These men were clearly theirs, based on their attire. But there were rubies where their eyes should be. No, not rubies. Blood. And the lightning that danced from their fingertips was impossible, as only a limited number of dark uses were capable of such power. The scene she watched unfold before her was so wrong, in so many ways. Yet he called for her, and she knew she had to act.
The young woman lunged, her actions sure and practiced now that she had finally made a move. Her lightsaber was in hand, and the blue light that lit the cavern was suddenly joined by a more purple hue. She wasted no time, creating a tight arc around the two troops, and positioning herself directly behind them. They were so occupied with Yerbol that they could not react in time. With an electric whirr that seemed impossibly loud in the small space, she raked her lightsaber across the two men's backs.
Instantly, the tomb fell silent, save for the soft noise cast by the Jedi's weapons. Leoria turned hers off with a tap of her thumb. But in the light cast by Yerbol's, it was easy to see the paleness of her cheeks, and the haunted look in her eyes. "They were in pain," she announced robotically. "They were in pain. They said they were in pain, and so I had to do it."
It has been a foolish, foolish thing to say. Of course things could worse. And they did, shortly after. The scream froze the blood in her veins, and as her fingertips brushed the hilt of her lightsaber, she moved closer to Yerbol's side. "What was that?" she asked on a whisper, though she knew full-well that her companion would not have the answer. It was just slightly comforting to hear her own voice fill the cavern, and not the screams. But the wail came again, and this time, the sound was accompanied by an approaching figure.
While they had known not what to expect, a pair of crazed troopers had not been high on the list of possibilities. As such, the pair had responded a bit more slowly than usual, shock and confusion rooting them where they stood. It was Yerbol who moved first, and it was fortunate that he did. The duo would most likely have been killed had he not.
"RIA, DO SOMETHING."
But what was she supposed to do? The situation was so unlike anything that she had seen before. These men were clearly theirs, based on their attire. But there were rubies where their eyes should be. No, not rubies. Blood. And the lightning that danced from their fingertips was impossible, as only a limited number of dark uses were capable of such power. The scene she watched unfold before her was so wrong, in so many ways. Yet he called for her, and she knew she had to act.
The young woman lunged, her actions sure and practiced now that she had finally made a move. Her lightsaber was in hand, and the blue light that lit the cavern was suddenly joined by a more purple hue. She wasted no time, creating a tight arc around the two troops, and positioning herself directly behind them. They were so occupied with Yerbol that they could not react in time. With an electric whirr that seemed impossibly loud in the small space, she raked her lightsaber across the two men's backs.
Instantly, the tomb fell silent, save for the soft noise cast by the Jedi's weapons. Leoria turned hers off with a tap of her thumb. But in the light cast by Yerbol's, it was easy to see the paleness of her cheeks, and the haunted look in her eyes. "They were in pain," she announced robotically. "They were in pain. They said they were in pain, and so I had to do it."
Though her partner had moved toward the tomb, Leoria remained stationary. Her gaze was glued to the beacon, its flashing green light strangely mesmerizing, as she reflected on the hologram's words. He had said that he was breaking radio silence. Forgetting the emergency he spoke of, the girl noticed the importance of that phrase alone. Why had the team kept radio silence at all? Her Master had explained that they had been unable to reach the expedition, but had that been prior to the radio silence? Or after? And who had requested such secrecy to begin with? Arianth had alluded to immense security, yet Leoria wondered if such sneakiness had ultimately worked against them.
"Wonder who requested the radio silence," she finally muttered, but Yerbol had already left her side. With the whisper of sand underfoot, the Knight jogged toward him. Each step, she realized suddenly, was increasingly difficult. She had hardly noticed the heat before, but now it demanded her full attention. Each breath she drew was hot, steamy, and seemed to stick in her throat before reaching her lungs. She coughed, but only once, as she did not wish to demonstrate how much the weather affected her. Leoria had always preferred the cold.
Her lips parted, and she moved to continue speaking on the matter of radio silence. But all that escaped at the sight of the bodies was a soft, strangled groan. It was not as if the woman was a stranger to death. On the contrary, she had witnessed her fair share of dead and dying. But that did not make the reality that lay before her any easier to swallow. Though she knew that she should help Yerbol examine the body, the lifeless eyes kept her at bay. She's not much older than I am. Clenching her jaw tightly, she opted to simply cross her arms protectively across her chest.
"What kind of marks do you think those are then? Because I agree with you, I think whatever it was got to all of these people." She paused, mentally recalling the information that he had shared with her over the past few days. "Tuk'ata, maybe? Rumor is there are still some around here. And they have massive claws and teeth." But as soon as the words left her mouth, she shook her head. "No, never mind. If that were the case, I think that there would be more blood." She frowned, lines of worry deepening across her brow. "There really isn't much blood actually. Hardly any. Just mostly around the face." Now, she knelt. Though her fingertips never kiss the deceased's skin, she traced the marks for her companion. "Very odd."
"Wonder who requested the radio silence," she finally muttered, but Yerbol had already left her side. With the whisper of sand underfoot, the Knight jogged toward him. Each step, she realized suddenly, was increasingly difficult. She had hardly noticed the heat before, but now it demanded her full attention. Each breath she drew was hot, steamy, and seemed to stick in her throat before reaching her lungs. She coughed, but only once, as she did not wish to demonstrate how much the weather affected her. Leoria had always preferred the cold.
Her lips parted, and she moved to continue speaking on the matter of radio silence. But all that escaped at the sight of the bodies was a soft, strangled groan. It was not as if the woman was a stranger to death. On the contrary, she had witnessed her fair share of dead and dying. But that did not make the reality that lay before her any easier to swallow. Though she knew that she should help Yerbol examine the body, the lifeless eyes kept her at bay. She's not much older than I am. Clenching her jaw tightly, she opted to simply cross her arms protectively across her chest.
"What kind of marks do you think those are then? Because I agree with you, I think whatever it was got to all of these people." She paused, mentally recalling the information that he had shared with her over the past few days. "Tuk'ata, maybe? Rumor is there are still some around here. And they have massive claws and teeth." But as soon as the words left her mouth, she shook her head. "No, never mind. If that were the case, I think that there would be more blood." She frowned, lines of worry deepening across her brow. "There really isn't much blood actually. Hardly any. Just mostly around the face." Now, she knelt. Though her fingertips never kiss the deceased's skin, she traced the marks for her companion. "Very odd."
You can't give me too much credit! I just abuse the Star Wars wiki. ;)
So so sorry if that doesn't give you enough to work with! I was a bit pressed for time this go-around.
Her partner had been so quiet, and Leoria recognized that there was a reason for that. Whatever demons lurked beneath his cheerful surface were tightening their hold, and to counter it, he withdrew into himself. Yerbol buried himself in the task of researching the planet, and aside from sharing a few facts, they spoke very little. He also spent much of his time meditating, an exercise that the girl would not dare disturb. So, instead, she was once again left to entertain herself. It was easier now, as she had the controls of a spacecraft in her hand. But that did not tether her mind, and keep it from roaming.
Often, she found herself worrying. How could she possibly proceed without worry, given the state of distress that the two Masters were in prior to their departure? That twisting knot in her stomach never disappeared completely, though it did loosen slightly with a glance toward Yerbol. They were smart. They were capable. They would not be on this mission if that were not all true. And she trusted him. Yes, they would be alright. That was what she told herself when she grew a bit nauseous.
Sudden turbulence drew her attention once more. And when the man dropped into the seat beside her, she did not turn her gaze to face him. "Feels like it," was her answer, her blue eyes narrowing to see through the mess. He began toggling a series of buttons and switches, aiding her in regaining control of the craft. She was the superior pilot, that much they agree on. But it was always nice to have some help. "Thanks," she murmured, just before their unit broke free of the atmosphere's hold.
Leoria sucked in a breath. The planet, though broken, was incredibly beautiful. The hushed red and orange hues painted the air, as if the sky was stuck in eternal sunrise. She felt Yerbol stir beside her, and she knew that he was affected in the same way. Perhaps it wouldn't all be bad. "Readings are fine," she assured her co-pilot. "Must have just been a hiccup entering the atmosphere. And yes, there's the location now." A small dot pinged on their map. Easily, unceremoniously, the Knight landed the craft at the coordinates provided. There would be no one there to greet her, she realized as she slipped from her chair and strode toward the door, as they may very well be the only individuals on the entire planet.
"I remember you saying something about Pelko bugs," she mused aloud, resting a hand on the door's main latch. Good-naturedly, she added, "they're your responsibility. I can't stand that creepy-crawly nonsense." With a small, crooked smile, she opened the ship's hatch, and after waiting for Yerbol to join her, took her first steps onto the crimson planet.
Often, she found herself worrying. How could she possibly proceed without worry, given the state of distress that the two Masters were in prior to their departure? That twisting knot in her stomach never disappeared completely, though it did loosen slightly with a glance toward Yerbol. They were smart. They were capable. They would not be on this mission if that were not all true. And she trusted him. Yes, they would be alright. That was what she told herself when she grew a bit nauseous.
Sudden turbulence drew her attention once more. And when the man dropped into the seat beside her, she did not turn her gaze to face him. "Feels like it," was her answer, her blue eyes narrowing to see through the mess. He began toggling a series of buttons and switches, aiding her in regaining control of the craft. She was the superior pilot, that much they agree on. But it was always nice to have some help. "Thanks," she murmured, just before their unit broke free of the atmosphere's hold.
Leoria sucked in a breath. The planet, though broken, was incredibly beautiful. The hushed red and orange hues painted the air, as if the sky was stuck in eternal sunrise. She felt Yerbol stir beside her, and she knew that he was affected in the same way. Perhaps it wouldn't all be bad. "Readings are fine," she assured her co-pilot. "Must have just been a hiccup entering the atmosphere. And yes, there's the location now." A small dot pinged on their map. Easily, unceremoniously, the Knight landed the craft at the coordinates provided. There would be no one there to greet her, she realized as she slipped from her chair and strode toward the door, as they may very well be the only individuals on the entire planet.
"I remember you saying something about Pelko bugs," she mused aloud, resting a hand on the door's main latch. Good-naturedly, she added, "they're your responsibility. I can't stand that creepy-crawly nonsense." With a small, crooked smile, she opened the ship's hatch, and after waiting for Yerbol to join her, took her first steps onto the crimson planet.
I am interested as well!
I hope that's alright! I was thinking that the previous relics drove people mad. Maybe gave them extra abilities to inflict pain and death. And that's why they're so worried, but they won't tell the Knights that. Leo and Yerbol can discover that on their own for added fun!
If you want to time-jump to the planet, or just the trip there, that's fine with me!
If you want to time-jump to the planet, or just the trip there, that's fine with me!
Yerbol was concerned, that much Arianth could see. And no doubt her young charge was equally so. The older woman expelled the air in her lungs in a half-sigh, and lifted one hand to kneed her right temple. "We cannot tell you much," she began gently, "because we do not know much ourselves. If you're curious why you have not heard much about this expedition, it is because the Council wanted it that way. They have gone to great lengths to keep the main purpose hidden, and believe me, it is not reforestation."
A dark weight settled on Leoria's chest. Never before had she seen that look in her master's eyes, or heard that edge in her tone. Something was very wrong. This was so unlike the previous missions she had played a part in, because the initial meetings had never been this heavy. The air had never been this thin. "What was the purpose then?" she whispered.
"Excavation," came Arianth's reply. "The excavation of the previously mentioned relic. Yes, there are individuals working on reforestation, but the planet was selected for the relic alone."
Now, Leoria's blue eyes narrowed slightly, her mind whirring as it processed this new information. "Master, is this relic dangerous?" That certainly would explain the strange behavior of the older Knights.
First, Arianth nodded. Then, with a half shrug, she corrected herself. "We believe so, based on previous interactions with similar relics."
"There are others?"
"Yes. They all emit similar energy, which is what led us here. And they've all been small, spherical objects, with a circumference of about twelve inches. Smooth, with no noticeable indentations or markings. That, unfortunately, is where the similarities end. Each relic has possessed its own..." her voice trailed, "unique attributes. It is unpredictable. That is why it is dangerous."
"We need you to visit the planet." Now Mansuto re-entered the conversation. "Return the forces to safety, and the relic too, if you find it. Reports had indicated that the troops were growing very near, and that is when communications ended."
Arianth nodded, adding, "two birds with one stone."
A dark weight settled on Leoria's chest. Never before had she seen that look in her master's eyes, or heard that edge in her tone. Something was very wrong. This was so unlike the previous missions she had played a part in, because the initial meetings had never been this heavy. The air had never been this thin. "What was the purpose then?" she whispered.
"Excavation," came Arianth's reply. "The excavation of the previously mentioned relic. Yes, there are individuals working on reforestation, but the planet was selected for the relic alone."
Now, Leoria's blue eyes narrowed slightly, her mind whirring as it processed this new information. "Master, is this relic dangerous?" That certainly would explain the strange behavior of the older Knights.
First, Arianth nodded. Then, with a half shrug, she corrected herself. "We believe so, based on previous interactions with similar relics."
"There are others?"
"Yes. They all emit similar energy, which is what led us here. And they've all been small, spherical objects, with a circumference of about twelve inches. Smooth, with no noticeable indentations or markings. That, unfortunately, is where the similarities end. Each relic has possessed its own..." her voice trailed, "unique attributes. It is unpredictable. That is why it is dangerous."
"We need you to visit the planet." Now Mansuto re-entered the conversation. "Return the forces to safety, and the relic too, if you find it. Reports had indicated that the troops were growing very near, and that is when communications ended."
Arianth nodded, adding, "two birds with one stone."
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