IC: Darth Illium
Darth Illium clutched the rage and hurt close to her heart; how dare her guard grab her and kiss her like a common street harlot? Her amphistaff twisted around her, hungering to strike a killing blow, but she resisted the urge and thus the living weapon obeyed her whim.
She needed Dhe, he wasn’t just a pretty face to keep around. She could not even sense what his face looked like, she merely knew his energy signature. There were secrets locked deep within him, veiled in layers of concealing shadows. She knew on Malachor II he would unlock his full potiental….if Lady Noxia allowed him to live that long. She could sense the anger vibrating from her former apprentices aura like a scalding venom. She didn’t make any motion to stop it; if Dhe’s destiny was as she saw it in the Dark then he might prevail...even with ire of two Dark Ladies.
She sensed her current apprentice nearing unconsciousness from exposure to the Force Wound of Malachor V. “Spade…..you must get up, face it and accept it. This moment will forever change you. You cannot step forth from this moment without changing….you
must be stronger than you’ve ever imagined.”
She retrieved a health stim from a pouch on her belt and tossed it toward the apprentice. It would revive his body but only he could revive his mind and willpower.
Illium then exited the Bridge, the airlocked doors swung closed behind her. The main corridor of the Ravager II was falling apart….the lifeless grey trappings of metal were twisting in the gravitational anomaly and shearing off into empty space. Vast holes ruptured from the hull of the ship; she couldn’t hear the blare of warning claxons, they were lost to the emptiness of space. She could see the energies of stars, the wailing aura of Malachor V clear though the holes torn in her ship. She could survive only to feel such energies because a backup generator was sustaining life, keeping her from being ripped from the floor and sucked into the expanse of space. It provided only the bare basics needed for survival. It wouldn’t last forever….ten minutes at most.
She had less than two if she wanted to reach the orbit of Malachor V, and secure her place within this timeline. Her plan on returning was fragmented at best, much like the ship surrounding her. But the pressing need for answers, for closure had caused her to cast caution to the void. The shuttle bay was two floors down; she didn’t have the time to wait for the turbolift. Instead she harnessed her telekinetic will into a mystical spear and punctured through the durasteel; collapsing a sinkhole about 2 meters wide right down to the shuttle bay. She leapt down but didn't land near as gracefully as she’d hoped, instead collapsing into a heap on the hanger floor. It was a struggle to pull herself back up to stand; she’d Projected herself into an anomaly, collapsed space time to manifest a vision gleaming in her Dark Sight; her immune system was struggling to comprehend the rot slashed across her body. Even a Dark Lady of the Sith had her limits; and she’d pushed them to the extreme.
Her pointed crown clattered to the floor, and she didn’t have the time to sacrifice to retrieve it. She limped instead to the TIE Whisper that was waiting for her, engines already primed and ready. A K2 model droid sat into the cockpit, listlessly awaiting the Miraluka's arrival, it’s function and destination already programmed. As she struggled toward the small fighter the illusion of her finery disappeared, leaving the Miraluka in only a simple black robe, the hood pulled low over her empty eye sockets.
With a final hurl of strength she clamored inside the TIE. Bigger ships than this had managed to navigate the debris field surrounding Malachor V. She couldn’t allow for any room for doubt, she’d seen herself walking the surface of Malachor V. She must manifest that vision. “Go.” She commanded the droid simply, and the droid obeyed.
A minute has now passed, but the TIE screamed out into space, and hurtled toward the pulsating wound in the Force. The cracking planet of Malachor V loomed before her.
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IC: Dhe
Dhe gazed in astonishment at the blood that welled across his face and dripped to his hand; a shallow cut compared to what he knew the living weapon was capable of. He shook his head...how often he’d imagined taking the Chume into his arms and kissing her...of her surrendering to her passion and submitting.
To an extent it came true….but he was not a seer like the Queen. Merely an assassin. He sighed….he could run after the Queen. Fight her...Restrain her until the torn window mended, but this turn of events only served to show him how fruitless the effort would be. The Queen Mother had a vision, and until she clawed her way to destiny she would not be satisfied. She didn’t care for her future; she was bound to the past.
All he could do was hope she lived; and find a passage for her to return. Malachor II must hold the key she spoke of. He moved to the airlocked door….and could feel the chaos raging beyond it. He called up his datapad; and gasped at the readings; wiping blood from his eye. “The gravitational anomaly and the proximity of Malachor V are tearing this ship apart…the hull has been breached in a dozen places. We have ten minutes before the emergency shields fail. We need to make it to the hangar bay. Apprentice Spade….can you stand? And you…torgrunta...will you follow me?”
He punched in the code to open the airlocked doors; but couldn’t prepare himself for the sight of this gleaming new ship being ripped apart by the hungry maw of gravity. Even the glimpses of stars peering through the destruction offered no serenity; the glimmered like the phantom swamp lights of Dathomir.
“Do you know where the hangar is?” he uttered to his companions. “I’ll need to...take a shortcut, I need to prime a shuttle for a swift departure….we have 9 minutes until the life support fails on this ship.”
He waited only long enough to hear the responses of others before seemingly vanishing into the cracks of space time.
Tag: @SpadeDecrescent @DarthNoxia
GM Update: Metus
The ancient holomap began to flicker with new rudimentary pixels….a brief glimpse of his Masters incoming ship….and a large debris field pouring
from it before the map sputtered and went black again.
The metal door shielding the
apprentices from the horrors of the frozen night cycle of Malachor II hissed opened; the rust squealing. A beast surged into the bunker; it was no bigger than a house cat. A small dark grey bipedal reptile, with small nubs across his head that may have once been spikes. A gizka...the beast had to have been a pest that attaches itself to the ship of the survey crew.
Once Metus opened the door; the pall of unnatural stillness broke; he heard life beginning to stir in the frozen wasteland. Water was dripping in a steady pattering through the jungle; akin to a light rainfall. Faint traces of sunlight caused the icy world to glitter with beauty. The thawing world beckoned him into its clutches.
Tag: @Metus
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