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TES: Akavir [Vash/DemonTongue]

"Oooh! That's the spot! Right there! Ah! Mmmph! Now bite...AHHH. GODS YES....AHH...hah...ah...okay get off."

The woman lover in bed shoved the man on top of her off the bed and onto the floor. Dressed in her underwear, not even taking the time to take it off before engaging in yet another act of pleasure, she lit up a small pipe and stuck it into her mouth. "There, I'm satisfied, and your pitiful faction is part of the Windemeyr school of magical studies. Now get out." The man in his skivvies stood up and bowed, saying a word of thanks before retreating, with clothing in hand, out the door.

The bedroom she was in was sparsely decorated, magical armaments on the wall, red satin bed coverings and curtains, oak desk and a few other amenities. She approached a large circular window on the side of the room that looked down over the school. She was in the highest room of the school, her school. Kelsey Windemeyr, arch-mage and founder of the Windemeyr School of Magical Studies, the only place in the entire land of Akavir where anybody and everybody can learn how to not be killed by a lightning bolt to the head, but shoot it out of their fingers instead...at some other poor sod's head.

The corner of her lip creeped into a smile as she thought about now having a majority of Akavir allied with the school, save for a few stubborn ones, like the Tsasci and the Guardan. But in due time, they too would come to accept her, or plow her in exchange for an alliance...she shivered at the thought of the latter.

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Septimus took in a deep breath, taking in the wonderful aromas and sweet tastes of the emerging spring around him. It was almost intoxicating. He watched the birds and the bees mingle as they did in nature and it brought him a little peace knowing that he helped protect that cycle of life for yet another year. He hefted the backpack on his shoulders and shook his head, regaining his focus...but not before yawning once. "We should attempt to cure the...snoring...issue you seem to have, S'kylir. I barely managed to catch more than a few hours sleep last night." He looked at her and didn't get a response. He shrugged and took a look behind him, seeing Annette catching up. "I do hope you will be able to keep up, Annette. S'kylir and I do not slow for stragglers. We have a job to do, one that does not involve babysitting." "Don't..don't worry about me." She huffed as she got close, carrying a good chunk of the supplies with her. "I'll be able to keep up. I just need to..." She shifted the bags on her body to much better locations on her back and tail. "There we go. Much better. The gear is very awkward to carry at times. But I will be fine."

"Excellent." Septimus huffed and turned around. "So, what is our next adventure destination, S'kylir? You always neglect to tell me where we are going until we have already left."

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"Are you faring well, hun?"
"Yes, dear! Very nicely! The humidity is very low today, it does wonders for my body."
Woland and Mira were on horseback, traveling the main road towards Kalineye. They had departed several hours before and were already well on their way, their Sithis blessed steeds riding them far in such a short time. They should be in the city soon and well on the path for their intended target.

Is RPGuild dying?

MetaRex said
It does?When I read that, it sounds.. pathetically suspicious.

Yeah. They're really open about their adult boards. The site tries to cater to every taste it can. Doesn't have the same...erm..."moxie" that RPG has though. However, if I started my RP history there, I suppose my opinion would be reversed, but eh.

Also, adult smut-writers can't mingle with under-age smut writers in standard boards. Pms are open season though, as it is with RPG.

Is RPGuild dying?

RPG will be here now and until time stops. End of story. I doubt it will ever truly be dead. Everybody else will feck off and be replaced and the cycle will continue until Maz says screw it.

I have faith in Mahz. He'll get it done. Eventually. Not today, not tomorrow. Hell. Probably not this year. But he'll get it done, or he'll shut the place down due to idiots erasing the server after a single missed payment, compewtal gleech, or he simply loses hope as the people that he's seen grow with the site fight and bicker and bitch over the dumbest of subjects.

Either way, Mahz'll get it done, as he always has, and always will.

Also, Iwaku has editing functions and fancy shmancy adult boards where you can go read smut created by horny teenagers/adults. Whoopdie doo.

Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue]

"Aaah, that was a good...good...good...ALRIGHT. WHY IS MY ASS FREEZING?!"

Trinity appeared on the main console in the briefing room, three of her fingers slotted in the middle of her forehead as she sighed and ran diagnostics. "Why in the VOID am I buried thirty feet in the snow...why has somebody been tampering with my engines?! WHY is the hyperdrive cracked?! WHY IS MY NOSE SMASHED MULTIPLE TIMES?!" Several windows appeared around the infuriated woman, as well as a feed from what happened outside. "MARQUIS!" Her voice boomed out of each of the intercoms and everybody was roused from whatever they were doing. Marquis sprinted for the briefing room and poked his head into the door. "Oh! Honey! You're back on-" "Explanation. Now. The feed was knocked out by a SUPER POWERED ZEN."

One explanation later....

Her normal dark blue color turned red as she found out what happened to the ship. Gallow came running into the room as he finished, Iisska right behind him. She shot daggers at Gallow. "ZEN-" "I've decided to go by gal-" "ZENITHAR OURAN. You are banned from telling me where to pilot the ship." She snapped her fingers in the air several times. "Repair bots, Please assist Iisska with the repairs and get the DAMN hyperdrive fixed. " Zen stepped forward, his eyes squinted. "Wait, wait, hold on. You're telling me that I cannot cap-" She came right back at him, her voice growing more menecing by the word. "Shut the fuck up, Zen. You broke my nose." His eyes lowered and his hands clasped behind his back. "Yes ma'am." He backed away towards the door. "Go shovel my ass out of the snow, Zen." He bowed and backed out, running to go do as she said. Meanwhile, both Iisska's and Sterling's jaws were dropped. "...and why in the VOID is SHE doing here?!" She gestured towards Quin, whom had poked in as well. "She joined us out of need, Trin. She is...a marksman! Yes! Like me, but with automatics! Yes!" He made up a lie...or a truth, he had no idea. She sighed and nodded. "Silver." She said as she was just starting to calm down, returning to her blue color. "Yes, dove?" His eye turned a light pink. He was hoping that he wasn't going to get yelled at. "I need a hug." He nodded and sped off to jack in and be with her. Iisska was the last one there, his eyes wide. "Don't just stand there, Iisska. Fix the ship!" He nodded frantically and ran off, not willing to mess with a still pissed off Trinity. She sighed and retreated to her personal zone, where Marquis was waiting to comfort her.

Zen, outside the ship, quickly used the force to budge the ship out of a snowbank and let the floating repair bots in to fix the landing gear. Once it was finished, they went to work on the engine, patching up the serious damages and cracks with blow torches then retreated back to their slots, having finished quickly. Trinity herself came to Iisska and was there to help guide him with the hyperdrive repairs.

After the ship was let down, Gallows went to work on the nose, carefully undoing the severe dents against it.

Once everything was done, the engine was tested and it kicked up fine, it would be just enough to get them to a store to get actual repairs. Gallow retreated inside, his body frosted over from the blizzard picking up. He went into the lounge and was kicked out by Trinity, not wanting to even talk with the "mighty sithlord that slammed a lizard man into her face." and he accompanied Gyro to his room. Everybody else was in the lounge, discussing their next location....

Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue]

Sitting within a small lounge within the ship, Marquis, Balva, and Iisska had found some solace to relax while Trinity's A.I. core booted up. Turned out that she was totally fine, but her A.I. core took time to ready itself for use. It would be a couple hours, but it was nice and warm in the ship, the food synthesizer was working excellently, and Zen was leaving them alone for once!

Iisska sat in one of the booths, his feet propped up, Marquis sitting across from him and Balva at the end of the table, his head barely poking up over the table. "So! Markey!" Balva spoke up. "We got us a cup'ah hours, what's yer story?" Marquis looked at the little man, a cup of hot oil in hand. He shrugged and started to speak, his eye a pearly white. "I was created on Nar Shadda by Radon Thexys, an Ithorian crime lord that had a habit of being overprotective. He did not enjoy conflict, nor having his personal property be gazed upon by those he deemed unworthy. In addition to being an assassin droid in his service, I was also his bodyguard. The estate where he lived was attacked quite a bit. Anybody that happened to survive the attack that did not have their head blown apart would be hunted down the next day." Balva was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Jus 'ow many people did ya kill in yer time thar?" Marquis took a swig of his oil and thought about it for a moment. "Seven thousand, eight hundred, thirty three. That was before I joined the crew of the Harpoon." Both Balva's and Iisska's jaw dropped at the number. "SO. Iisska." Marquis looked at him. "What is your story?" "My story?" Iisska looked up and shrugged, "Can't say there's a whole lot to tell... Nothing that would interest people like you guys anyway." "Oh whi don' ya jus' skip da modusty and jus tell us!" Balva yelled.

"Fine! Keep your pants on, shrimp. If everyone else is doing it..." he rolled his eyes, "Dunno where to start. Grew up in a mountain town on Shili, Dad taught me how to fix ships after Mom told the Jedi to take a hike and never come back. Mom could be a real nasty bitch sometimes," he chuckled and a soft smile spread across his face, "... 'Course they did come back for my younger half sister and that was the last we saw of her. Mom and Ty really had a nasty fight over that one. Uh, Ty is Dad's third wife and that was her kid. Anyway, Mom was a hunter and butcher and taught most of the girls, my sisters, the trade. I went along a few times but wasn't ever that good at it. Pretty normal stuff I guess... Until I got arrested. Mom died while I was in prison on Courescant and I went back after that, but it just wasn't really the same I guess. Didn't really fit in anymore and the neighborhood didn't much care for me hanging around so I left. Bummed around a few planets for the next few years. Heard Dad picked up a fourth wife and they had a boy, guess that makes eleven of us now... But at least he's happy. I hope."
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Zen was outside the ship, after the talking had concluded, most of the crew started to settle down, especially Marquis and the recently reactivated Trinity. Zen however was outside, his robes whipping around his body as the winds sliced their way through their landing zone. He had his hood up, his lightsabers at his sides. From within the dilapidated ship, Iisska and Marquis were sitting in a small lounge, that had somewhat survived the crash, that was near the opening ramp of the ship. Iisska looked out a window to see Zen standing in the night snow. He asked what he was doing and Marquis poked his head close to the window to see as well and his eye turned a light green, then a dark red. "Iisska...grab your blaster. Something is not right." Just as he said that, Zen drew his sabers.

"Come out, you cowardly monster. I know you're there. " He had both his sabers humming quietly at his side, illuminating the area around him. Zen starred straight ahead, seemingly seeing something in the darkness of the tundra. Appearing slowly out of the storm, it's cloak disabling and revealing the hulking form of the hunter, it's arm blades shining in the light from Zen's sabers. "Tu'cha'kah." Zen spoke, his voice barely audible over the snow. "...Gallow..." It spoke. It's helmet retracted, the metal folding over itself and pulling into it's collar. A lizard-like man with deep scars all over it's dark green scaled head, it's eyes black as night and teeth filed to razor sharp points. A pointed tongue slithered out between them as it spoke. "Finally, Gallow. I have found my...prey." Zen stood fast, flipping his blacksaber to back hand with his whitesaber remaining front hand. "It is you, corrupted beast, that shall fall prey to my blades." A deep chortle echoed from within Tu'cha'kah's chest as he reached behind his hip to a pack and fished out a small metallic sphere. Just as he did, the lights on the front of the Harpoon turned on, casting a bright white light onto what will be the two warriors' battlefield.

Iisska had his blaster on him as he went down to the docking bay with Quin nearby. Marquis had climbed up to the top of the ship and sat down. The lizard reached up to click a small button on the sphere and it floated up in the air for several moments.

Without warning, Iisska went forward, slamming onto the ground, his head being sent into a maelstrom of pain and anguish a thousand times worse than any pain that he had ever encountered in his life. He gripped his head as he screamed and writhed on the ground, his wails filling the hanger. Outside, Zen was experiencing the same pain, he grit his teeth and was down on one knee, the pain being equivalent of somebody dropping a hundred Kaminos on him. He breathed slowly and in bursts, barely sustaining himself. It took everything he had to stand up and grip his Sabers. He flooded the force within him to his mind and tried to shove out the pain as Tu'cha'kah's helmet now covered his head and he bolted forward, arm blades at the ready, Zen grit his teeth to the breaking point and met his foe head on, bringing down a saber onto it's head only for it to be blocked and a thunder-backed punch hit Zen in the gut, sending him reeling backwards into the snow. He recovered quickly and dashed to the side as shoulder-mounted blasterfire came his way, glassing the water in the snow instantaneously, each shot getting closer to Zen as his foe recalculated. Zen zigzagged back and forth, narrowly dodging blasts that would destroy him in an instant. A rifle shot rang out from the ship, narrowly missing Tu'cha'kah's sphere as it floated next to him. He turned and fired on the top of the ship where Marquis was firing from, giving Zen enough time to blitz forward, jumping into the air and slamming down onto Tu'cha'ka.

Inside the ship, Iisska couldn't stop screaming, Quin and Balva managed to get him to the med bay, but they might as well have just started hitting him with metal objects as it would have helped just as much as they have.

His sabers screamed against it's armor, drawing deep scorch marks that bled to the scales below, making the monster scream, but it stood strong, haymaking Zen in the jaw, ripping across his chest with his massive arm-blade and preparing for the kill move, only for Zen to unleash what little force energy he had built up in a radial explosion, sending both of them backwards and giving time for Zen to recover, but it seemed to barely effect the monster before him as Tu'cha'kah walked towards Zen, laughing. "Assss prey, thissss issss your mosssst dissssappointing performanssse, Gallow. " He raised his arm, Zen's blood covering it. It flicked it to the side, sending the liquid into the snow. it approached the massively weakened Sith and gripped his neck, raising him into the air, choking the air out of his lungs. Blood covered Zen's face as he fought to stay conscious. "Our long hunt sssshall now come to a pathetic end, Gallow. Running can only get you sssso far." It raised his arm blade for the final lunge but froze as a shot rang out. Its spherical contraption exploded, falling to the snow in a heap. It looked up towards the ship and saw Marquis standing, giving a two fingered salute. It looked back at Zen to see him smiling, turning into a hysterical laugh. It went to deliver it's final blow, but it was far, far too late as the force seized it's body and threw it back into the snow. Zen dropped to the ground and rose up slowly.

Jumping up out of the snow, it wasn't prepared for Zen already making leaps and bounds for it's position. It didn't have any time what so ever so block the dual sabers tearing across it's chest in a large combo, coloring it's armor the darkest black as it was scorched to nothing. It flaked off bit by bit before it's underarmor became exposed where then Zen used the force to pop Tu'cha'kah into the air, back down to slam it's spine down onto Zen's knee, be thrown across the battlefield, into the nose of the ship, be slammed into the nose five more times, each consecutive impact greatly denting the nose, before being thrown into an arch into the glass that was created from earlier, raining shards about the area. It tried to rise, but it was constricted by Zen again, being held in the air. It's shoulder turret tried to fire, but it was crumpled into dust by Zen's immense power, as was it's arm blades. Its helmet was forcibly ripped off and now it was Tu'cha'kah that was gritting it's teeth and snarling.

"You vile, pathetic, corrupted piece of indescribable GARBAGE." Zen screamed. Marquis had run back down to the ship to find Iisska recovering from the mind shattering pain slowly. He would be fine, but Marquis turned on the audio in the ship's bridge, allowing them to hear what was happening. "You are NOTHING. Gallow. My master will exact vengeansssse on your pathetic life and your unworthy crew!" "You have brought darkness and corruption to this world..." he stood before Tu'cha'kah now, his arm held up, his hand tense, holding this monster. He started to tighten his grip. "For this, Tu'cha'kah...I, Sith Lord Gallow, Send you back to the void...FROM WHENCE YOU WERE BORN." The snow around Gallow seemed to move in waves as his grip tightened, his exposed muscles contracting from the effort. The monster before him began to shake violently and scream, it's limbs being turned inside out and forced inside it's torso. Gallow's robes started to move on their own, regardless of the wind, the force seeping out of him, making the snow withdraw from around him slowly. A dark glow appeared around Tu'cha'kah as he was imploded by Gallow's substantial power before finally it started to crumple and implode into a darkness within it. The dark aura was a black hole! Gallow's hand was turning into a tightly bound fist, forcing Tu'cha'kah into the black hole, bit by bit. It imploded and screamed as loud as it could, hurting even the listeners inside the Harpoon before it crumpled into nothingness and was sucked into the black hole, into the void itself.

Gallow stood motionless for a short time, the black hole in front of him imploding with it's new occupant. He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists, yelling into the sky, the snow around him moving away in waves again as his force power was expunged, one of his greatest foes having been vanquished at last. He cut his scream short, throwing his hands out, palms outstretched and downwards, squatting, calming the sea of force power around him.

He turned towards the ship.

TES: Akavir [Vash/DemonTongue]

"Oh gracious night mother, grand onto me the power to see the world, and the face of my next target, where are they hiding, my mother?" The cloaked figure talked into the darkness that surrounded him as he sat with legs crossed and arms resting on his knees. In his mind, he saw pictures, images of a town on the water, a Tavern, and...he saw a dark elf with Auburn hair and dark circles under her eyes, golden armor and a Guardan ally...along with a reptilian woman with a golden bow. He nodded and stood, exiting his trance. He turned and exited the room to an antechamber that was much better lit. Before he could get too far, he turned and heard a woman call out to him. "Woland. You have finished talking to the mother?" Woland smiled underneath his hood, lowering it and revealing his weathered features. The woman that approached him was his wife and lover, Myra, wearing simple cloth garbs. When she got close he gripped her hand and swung her around for a short moment, kissing her afterwards. "Yes. And I am afraid that I have a new mark. In Kalineye across the continent. Should not be more than a couple days ride, though I doubt they will stay for long." Myra connected eyes with him and bit her lip a little apprehensively. "May I accompany you on this mark, Woland? I've never been to Kalineye. Plus, if I have been measuring the calendars correctly, we are coming close to your 20 year..."contract." I may not get to travel like this much more..." He stood before her, pursing his lips and considering her request. "Well, the Kamal have just retreated for the seasons...and the land has not erupted into full conflict in many a week, so I do not see why not." She jumped in the air for a moment, inhaling sharply and "Squeeling." "I shall pack our items!" She went to quickly walk away towards their rooms. "Do not forget to pack a barrel with your clothing submerged in water! I do not want you dehydrated out there!" She yelled something back to him that he couldn't understand. He nodded and went to pack his own gear, intending to be out of the house by the morning.

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Septimus had purchased the room for them, and some Teas for the road. Once they were settled down in the room, he went out and purchased the needed supplies for their next hunt. Food, water, arrows, ingredients for Anti-spell potions, bread. Glorious bread. He made his way back into the Tavern, coming from upstairs after depositing their gear in their room, and saw S'kylir sitting down alone with a cup of tea. He remembered seeing Annette upstairs, which explained why she wasn't here. He went down and joined her with a cup of wood-elven tea. Strong, but chock full of cinnamon. He wasn't in his armor anymore, having his plain clothing on and a shirt for once. It was itchy and uncomfortable. "Hello, S'kylir. You seem very comfortable. Might I be spying a touch of nightshade in your tea?" He laughed as he kicked back, leaning against the wall of their booth. "I fetched you the whet stone and bread you asked for. They're upstairs in our room, as well as everything else I purchased. How is your hip doing?"

Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue]

Deep within the core of the planet...

A dark sanctuary, littered with rubble and debris, torches being the only source of light. The dust on the dark marbled floor shifted and moved in time with invisible footsteps, silent as the night. Picking it's way over the destruction of this once formidable true Sith temple. He sat atop the rock, uncloaking and revealing a daunting figure clad in metal and blades. Heads of what seemed to be former kills adorning his collar, strange in physiology, he hissed as he crouched on the rock, scanning the hall in front of him. He seemed to know this place well. He spied something on the floor, a rifle, ancient and weathered. He moved off the rock smoothly and quickly, going to the rifle and picking it up in one swift motion. He looked it over, hissing all the while.

After several moments, he froze and looked up into the air, seeming to be sniffing. His helmet retracted bit by bit, revealing a reptilian face, scarred by what seemed like countless battles, many of which being saber scars. His left eye was blinded. He opened his mouth to reveal a dual set of sharpened and pointed teeth. "Excccccellent...my prey hasss arrived...jussssst assss planned...time to finissssshh my life'ssss work..."

I come for you...Gallow.

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"OH IN ALL OF THE VOID. IT'S KORRIBAN ALL OVER AGAIN...BUT MY TITS ARE FREEZING! IISSKA...I REQUIRE YOU TO WARM MY TEATS UP. ACCOMPLISH THIS TASK IMMEDIATELY. PREFERABLY WITH YOUR TONGUE FOR I FEEL SALACIOUS." Zen screamed from outside the ship, recovering from his ordeal from before and the ship crashing far faster than Iisska could recover from the probable concussion he got from hitting the wall. Zen ran back inside, covered in snow from the blizzard outside. The ship was running on emergency power as the primary generator core was damaged, as was just about every system on the ship. He found Iisska in the back rather quickly. "Did you not-" Iisska rightly shot up his middle finger and said that he was more concentrated on fixing the ship than he was on sucking Zen's tits. He recommended seeing Quin, though he chuckled at the thought of her pile driving him. He slipped into the engine compartment and got to work.

Marquis found his way into the cockpit and found Trinity's primary holoprojector, but it was damaged, as was much of the controls. He got down onto his knee with a grunt and opened it up, fixing the wires as quickly as he could. She hadn't been heard at all since the crash and he had to make sure she was alright. The ship was getting colder, the backup generator being taxed as it is because Zen never upgraded it. The lights started to dim a little, but he got the projector working after about half an hour and...nothing. She didn't show up. In a huff, he walked through the ship and found her portable projector, but it didn't light up or hum using it's internal battery. It's like she wasn't trying to connect, or couldn't. He instead found his way to the stern of the ship and worked his way into her A.I. core, seeing if there was an issue within it. Fortunately, nothing was wrong with it other than being shaken up...Unfortunately however, the lack of power was the problem. It was pitch black in the A.I. core and the power in the ship was so small that there was no chance that he could get Trinity back up and running. Giving up for the moment, he went back down to try and find Balva to see how the generator core was coming.

Zen stepped into the room that Quin had claimed and found her by her lonesome. "Oh hi there, Quin!" She sat with her back to the door on the ground with her legs crossed and hands on her knees in meditation, "Go away." she said, anger in her voice. "Aww, but what did I do to you?" he said, his voice slightly pleading for at least something interesting to happen. The woman took a deep breath as her body visibly tensed up, "You were born." "Now ma'am. I doubt I was your sole antagonist since before you were concieved." he said, his hands on his hip. "... And then you murdered my coworkers and my friends... and my lover. Now get out." She said, venom now laced in her very breath. "Now...to be fair...Terrik was cheating on you with your best friend...and running a smuggling ring." She froze for a moment before Suddenly she slammed both of her fists into the floor and hunched over, "Get out of my head, you scum," she hissed, "And stop spewing your nonsense. You won't pull me over to your side with wild lies." He stood his ground and crossed his arms, not moved by her screams. "If they are lies, then use your connections. Prove me wrong." The room seemed to grow darker for a few moments as he spoke. "The very same best friend of yours used her body to reach even into the senate, corrupting it and only adding to the turmoil that is coruscant. Aided by Terrik, whom smuggled arms, highly dangerous drugs, and mercenaries onto the planet. But...what do I know? I am but "scum", correct? Not a living well of the force, sight seer, neerdowell, or mercenary for hire, correct?"

She got to her feet quickly and stomped over to him, getting close to his face and looking into his eyes and scaning his face very carefully. It was as if she were looking for something. Slowly her expression turned from anger to worry. What was worse is it all made sense to her. She pulled back for a second in thought then immediately got in his face again after remembering what happened on Kamino. She would never be allowed back into the ranks after this... unless she came back with his head. "You ruined my life," she spat.

"I gave you a chance." he said, his eyes flickering blue for a moment. Gyro seemed to poke her head out of the shadows nearby, watching intently. "On the next planet, you'll have the chance to return to your corrupt home, a finger richer-" He said as he held up an index finger. "and a contract fulfilled. But curiosity is a fickle beast, and the terminals on the planet we'll be visiting may just have a connection to coruscant...what do I know? I am simply a man that never kills without due reason. This galaxy is corrupt, few are redeemable. Even fewer are redeemed. But then again." He put up his hands and pursed his lips. "I'm void-damning crazy from this cold freezing my tits up!" He laughed and bounded away, Gyro following at his heel.

Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue]

Zen came strolling around the corner, his kinetic rifles still floating around him, along with a single saber. He held his other, darker, saber in hand and held his hand out, using the force to hold what seemed like a commander in his iron grip. He wriggled and tried to break free, but Zen simply crushed his throat and dropped him to the ground so he could choke and die in his own blood. Death and destruction was all around him, nothing survived the torrent of pain that erupted from his being. As the room started to fill with water though, he surmised that his fun would have to end some time. Either through a watery tomb or the army running out of mindless goons to uselessly throw at him. He was walking back to the ship when he saw the Tarentatek clawing at something hiding under the ship and she was injured. He was about to shoot Iisska for insulting his "pets" but then he saw her. The woman poked her head out from under the ship and his heart Erupted into strange feelings that he could in no way understand. His mind was flooded with various scenes, one of them on a first date on a moon, careening towards a planet, another getting married on top of a giant rancor corpse, and one growing old, fighting bad guys. He pursed his lips and forced the Tarentatek back with the force. It looked at him and retreated a bit. The woman tried to crawl away, but Zen stopped her. She tried to point the gun at her, but he just took it and crushed it without even trying. The weapons floating around him continued shooting at the goons trying a final assault, badly of course, He pointed the tip of his darksaber at her. "How can I put this as politely as possible...hmm...I would like...to p-" Then he remembered that Marquis is an etiquette nerd and he should try that. "I want to get you out of here."

The woman looked up at him like a wild cornered animal. Her entire body shook. She could snap his neck. The water splashed around her thighs as she knelt there. It rose higher and higher. Her legs would not move. Murder was calling to her, pulling at her heart and poisoning her mind. She could break his spine if only she could move her legs. The thought showed in her eyes. If only she could get up.. "You..." she hissed weakly. Quin shifted her weight and tried to get up but only fell forward onto her hands. She needed to kill him. Fire burned through her and without thinking she surged upward, her fingers outstretched, dying to wrap them around his neck in vain and snuff the life out.

"Uuuh...MEEEE!!" He yelled, raising a hand. The water was getting higher and was around his ankles. "Okay, look, you have a choice. Come with me and the group and survive to try and-fail-to kill me at a later point, die in a watery tomb, or die by that." He pointed to the Tarentatek, licking her mouth in anticipation for the kill. "Your choice."

Marquis poked his head out from the landing ramp that had opened and he yelled. "Zen! I know that you are busy, but if we do not leave right now, we are not going to make it. " "Yeah yeah yeah, gimmie a minute." She froze where she was, blocked by some invisible wall. It was useless. The fire still burned but her will seemed to be sucked from her leaving only a husk. Her strength vanished as she realized he would only tear her apart like the others. Her head sagged and her body slumped "... I... I surrender," she whispered as the water was nearly waist high now. "EXCELLENT!" Zen yelled and she would feel a strong grip around her waist yank her around the ship and up the loading ramp, right behind Zen whom was yelling "Nyyyeaah!" The ramp went up and

The ship was starting to start and get ready to fly off at any moment, but then something in the engine went wrong and it stopped. An almost collective "OH WHAT NOW?!" sounded from the crew of the ship as Iisska and Balva went to work, quickly fixing the engines as the water surged higher, nearly swallowing the lower half of the ship. They were cutting it close as they fixed the problem in the engine and Zen found his way to the main hanger and set down a small mat. The woman stood near, glaring at him, her arms crossed. "You should really go clean yourself up. Don't need you bleeding out." Zen high-knee ran in place, shaking his hands and breathing. Trinity's voice came over the intercom. "Okay! Ready to go!" Zen yelled then as well. "Take us anywheres not here! Iisska! I need you down here to support me! NOW!" Iisska didn't even bitch or moan this time, just coming right down and standing close to him, asking what he needed to do. "Just concentrate your force powers on me. "

The ship started to whirr and take off, but the engines were about to be flooded with water and, for a moment, it seemed like they were doomed, until Zen spread his legs, threw out his arms, and closed his eyes, the air vibrating around them as the water inside the ship was pushed out and a bubble was created around them. The ship lifted up into the air and fired the main cannons at a wall, punching a huge hole in it, letting the whole damn sea into the base. They flew towards the hole and Zen started to scream as he took the weight of the sea onto his body, via the bubble around the ship. Blood started to seep from his nose, mouth, and even ears as he continued screaming, actually being pushed to the limit. Iisska tried to help, but he barely knew what he was doing. They rose higher and higher through the sea, coming to the surface as quick as they could, pushing the engine to it's max. They burst through the sea-ceiling and into the air, heading straight for the stratosphere. Trinity yelled over the intercom as Cannon fire rained down onto the ship, splashing over the shield of pure force power that Zen had put up. He screamed as if a lung had exploded, blood covering half of his face. "Zen! Where?!" Marquis spoke, thinking of the one place they could hide. "HOTH! GO TO HOTH!" The coordinates were punched in and they made the agonizing climb to the stratosphere, several more shots landing home on the ship. The shield broke then, Zen falling onto his back, barely breathing as his entire body was pushed up to and over the limit. He had gotten them just enough time though and they were high enough above the planet to shoot into hyperspace. They were safe.

Zen however, stared at the ceiling, unable to move or speak, blank. He wasn't dead, but to the crew, it would seem like he wasn't alive either.

Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue]

"They are here." Marquis said from his perch near Iisska. He stood atop the ship, using a small deployable barricade as cover. He rested against it and had a clear view to the front-most entrance where they would be coming from. He steadied his rifle and took aim, waiting. He could feel them landing on the base and he was almost worried. Not for them, but for the invaders. They were about to die a bloody horrible death.

Zen stood from his kneeling position and reached for his belt, pulling a lightsaber from it's holster and spinning it with the force, activating it and swinging the black blade to and fro. He lifted up his head and it was almost as if he was sniffing the air, sensing the enemies start to pour into the room. He reached out with the force and sensed any and all attackers coming inside and saw a small force coming from behind. "Heh...child's play." He whispered to himself. The squad that would be coming from behind would be met with a Tarentatek, and their lives would be made miserable.

He charged forward, leaping for the wall and bounding up it with the force, jumping over and landing with a thud, his force controlled weapons right behind him and already firing kinetic shells at the enemies around him as he unsheathed his second saber and went into a blender of light and darkness infused saber whirlwinds, leaping into the group and beginning his rampage, slicing up two troopers and spilling blood onto their comrades. He used the force to raise one into the air and slam him into the ground before leaping into the air and slashing at all the troopers around him, kicking, firing, throwing, slashing, and rending his way through the forces, decimating them and making them shoot each other before they could even get into the door. They were no match for the Gray Sith. Anything that made it past were quickly shown the door as they were decapitated by Sterling or reduced to ash by Iisska. Even if they made it past that they would have their throats ripped out by the ever loyal Gyro. Even Balva helped, taking the second gun and watching the other doors. He got several shots off, quickly followed by many a quip and gutteral laugh.

Zen was getting deep into it, Lifting entire squads into the air and pancaking them against the wall, using them as bowling balls to rip apart the forces. His rifles were clearing out any riff raff and their attacks were doing nothing. Zen himself was covered in blood, nary a blaster round having done more than scorch his clothing in near misses. He started to spin the lightsabers with the force without touching them, allowing them to almost become sentient as they went to seek the enemies, letting Zen concentrate on the singular force abilities and start to rip soldiers in half with nothing but his mind.