Junking the Junkfort

[Cainhurst Crow]

Junkfort Station - Junkfort

The space-station which served as a rest point along 2 hyperlanes was a place trade, and a place smugglers loved to come to. The stations exterior was a buzz of freighters loading new cargo, and many hangers in which these ships could and were docked. More so however, it was a popular place to get ones ship modified with outer rim and wild space technology For as many hangers as it had, it possessed just as many shadowports nestled among the real hangers, so a person could slip their ship inside and out without ever truly being noticed.

A hide in plain sight approach made the station a popular place, for out here, there was no one to enforce the law, and nobody but yourself to look out for you. That was why, it was troubling when a few ships, no bigger then freighters in size, jumped into the stations space and began to slowly circle. The stations defenses tried to hail these ships, but to no avail, and the main guns were trained on these vessels, fearing a pirate attack would come soon.

"This is Station Control, Identify yourselves or you will be fired upon. This is your final warning" The commander said as he looked out towards the ships on the display, gritting his teeth as they seemed to continue their silence, "Prepare to fire."

"Sir, Incoming Signals from the Western Side! Big ones!" One of the men shouted, before suddenly the entire station seemed to rock for a moment. The commander looked towards the readout screen, his eyes going wide as he realized what it was he was seeing.

"By the force..." He said in a stunned whisper. While their guns were trained on the 5 cargo ships flying in formation, from behind them, 3 large vessels, accompanied by a large warship, jumped into their space and began to head straight towards them. It was 3 ogre class troop transports, heading for the docking bays as the large ship of the bunch, a sith war leviathan, began to open fire on the stations main guns.

"Return fire! All security forces head to Docking Bay 5! We are under attack!" The commander barked, as the first of the Ogres breached into the docking bay, landing and opening its doors as the hanger guns began to train on the vessel, ready to fire. A crimson saber was thrown, slicing into the ships guns before being retracted back into its users hands.

Dressed in black robes and sporting armored pieces, like some form of demonic lady in waiting, stood Iosefka volfe, holding her long handled lightsaber which she held in her right hand. She cracked her neck, and raised the large blade into the air, before pointing it forward.

"CHARGE! FOR THE EMPIRE, AND FOR WAR!!!" She declared, moving forward with the tide of armored stormtroopers who began to charge out towards the interior of the station. Security forces were already setting up defensive areas, and smugglers were heading for their ships to get the hell out of here now.

Junkfort Station was about to become a warzone, and anyone on it would need to leave, and soon.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The air in the station was filled with the sounds of screaming and shouting. Some of it was fear, people fleeing from the sudden fighting that had been dropped upon their doorstep. The rest however was the sound of rage, of sound and fury from two groups of people pouring their hearts and souls and all their desperation into fending off one another and trying to survive this battle. This was what Iosefka wanted; this was what she craved to feel as she walked among the battlefield. Even now, the cold pit in her chest wished to make itself known, but caught in the fire burning within her, fueled by the emotions of those around her, Iosefka could barely even feel it.

She swung her saber and sliced a man in two, spinning on her heel to bring her saber into a stab, impaling another man as she dragged her blade out from his side, and swung it in a powerful stroke to the left to slice him, and the person who had run towards him, in two. The curse Iosefka was under, the force wound which had developed within her, gave her an uncanny ability to survive the survivable, and power she could truly feel coarse within her being. But, it had also taken from her, stripping her of her ability to feel not just physical sensation, but emotion, and her very sense of being. Without the fire burning within her, the flames of the dark side fueled by anger, desperation, fear, or more simply put, War, she would cease to be.

Which was why what happened next was so peculiar. She felt it as a tingle at first, slowly climbing up the back of her spine and up her neck. It spread slowly at first, a prickly sensation like pins and needles in her brain, which then spread to her body itself. Iosefka wondered what was happening when suddenly everything went Hot White, her visions flaring and blurring as the tingling turned into an intense burning. Iosefka let out a cry of surprise as she stumbled to her knees, feeling something happening within her. Something had just happened to the Dark Side, something powerful, and as Iosefka came to stand on her feet, flames began to burn with her steps, fire climbing along her lightsabers blade, and her eyes fully glowing as she reared her head up and let out an inhuman roar.

The Dark Side had grown in power tremendously, a surge of energy coursing through the galaxy, and with it, it had set the fire inside of her into a raging inferno. She ran forward, a trail of flames in her wake as she sliced apart her quarry now with blinding speed. Anyone she touched seemed to ignite, and even some stormetroopers she shoved past to keep killing the security forces found themselves bathed in flames and desperately trying to put themselves out. Her face was able to be seen now, and the roaring skull with a make of white hot fire for hair was enough to send even the bravest man quivering as she began to carve through men like a butcher through a bantha.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Iosefka felt invincible, the burning inside of herself was so overwhelming, that she completely forgot that she were under any form of new condition.

And as quickly as it came, suddenly she was back. Mid swing to cleave a man in two, the flames died out completely and Iosefka stumbled forward. Gone was the fire on her saber, the dark flame which coated her subsided as if it had never been, and as she stumbled forward, suddenly she felt something else. She felt weak, weaker then ever before, dropping to her knees as her breath fogged from out of her helm.

The cold, so intense that she almost felt like she would crumble and crack to pieces then and there. As she lay there one of the defenders ran towards her with a vibrosword, a volley of blaster fire from behind her keeping the blow from landing. The troopers moved up, going to protect their leader as she fought off the cold, pushing through to rekindle her own flame.

"My lord, are you injured?" One of her men asked, Iosefka not helping but to smile at that. She detested the phrase lady, it was far too common. As per the tradition of Thustra, all of her subordinates were to refer to her by her noble title. In this case, a lord.

"Im fine...fortify our escape route and then order your men to push forward..." She said, taking his hand to help herself up as she worked to get her breathing under control. Iosefka would not allow whatever had just occurred to stop her assault, "We move in deeper, and we fortify with each new section of the ship claimed! Leave no survivors!" She ordered, igniting her saber once more before running into the fray.

 

[Caligula]

(3 DAYS EARLIER)
Junkfort Station; a floating pile of garbage. However for most people, garbage is better than nothing.

Unfortunately for Rika Youngblood, this seemed to be the case. She had been a little down on her luck recently, with a string of problems arising from every job she took and even when she was off duty. Now she was in need of some down time. So she took her zombified crew of soldiers and looked around for a place to lie low. Most people saw Junkfort Station as a place for smugglers and lowlifes looking to make a quick credit. However, the station was a resting place for her as she had arrived several days prior and was resting in one of the little rooms the station had empty and not in use. It was a bare room, with nothing resembling a sleeping quarters anywhere. But that didn't matter to Rika. She simply sat in the middle of the room and began her meditation. She entered a trance like state and had been motionless for the past 48 hours, surviving comfortably off of the energy of the smugglers and various other life forms that came to the station. Being an energy vampire had its perks after all.

She was in a calm place, where her body could relax and recover from her adventures. She saw only colors; no images or sounds. It was just silence and a beautiful blend of warm pinks and reds, swirling around and mixing with one another to create one piece of art after another. She barely breathed and her presence in the Force was almost invisible.

(NOW)
Alarms echoed throughout the station. Sounds of panic and combat were very clear to Rika's sensitive ears. And something else became very suddenly and clearly to her; the smell of blood. She was violently pulled from her Trance as she awoke with a light gasp, the change in scenery shocking her senses slightly. But she quickly recovered and gathered her bearings. She looked around the room as she reconnected herself with the Force. A wave of new information came crashing into her mind. Violence, intense fighting, death, destruction, fear, anger, and more were flooding the station. Rika could barely keep track of everything as she rose from her place on the floor and quickly strapped on her armor. It was your typical mercenary armor; not invincible but could take a solid hit or two. It covered her torso and legs, leaving her head and hands exposed. Once she was properly dressed she exited the room and started to walk down the hallway as dozens of screaming and yelling smugglers and workers ran past her towards their ships and escape pods. She yawned, still trying to wake up from her 2 day cat-nap. "Whoever woke me up," she grumbled to herself, "Better have a good reason."

She continued her stroll down the hallway, heading out from the center of the station towards what appeared to be the source of the commotion. The smell of death and blood became stronger and stronger, as she suddenly felt a burst of Force energy crash over her like a wave. Her head was dizzy for a second as she adjusted to the surge of power. "Hello," she said to herself as she quickened her pace. As she walked she slowly increased her presence in the Force, letting her well of power become visible to those who could see it.

A squad of stormtroopers rounded the corner. They were picking off stragglers and one of them focused on Rika. She lazily looked up at the troopers as he raised his rifle to gun Rika down. She flicked her wrist to the side, sending the soldier flying against the wall with a crushing force. He slumped to the floor as his teammates focused on the threat that Rika now posed. She remained bored as she raised her hand, reaching through the Force to grip their weapons. She pulled them towards her, ripping them from the hands of her would-be attackers. They quickly realized the position they were in and slowly backed away, but Rika wasn't in the mindset of leaving survivors. She bolted forward with a Force fueled dash, extending her razor like claws in the process, and tore the soldiers apart, cleaving through their armor with ease. They fell to the floor in a messy pile of blood. Rika stretched her arms as she came to a stop, looking down at the pile of bodies now behind her. The smell flooded her nostrils as she turned and knelt down, letting her white hair fall to the ground, the ends dipping into the pool of blood. She began to lick up the mess as she savored the taste. Behind her, the sound of footsteps and gunfire got louder. But she didn't care. She was going to enjoy this situation as much as she could. She looked like a living nightmare creature as she drank.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Iosefka advanced with the rest of her men, cutting down one last security officer as she looked forward towards what seemed to be a stretch of hallway, leading to a large rotunda of sorts. A group of her men were huddled near the entrance, apparently holding back their advance, some even backing away. Iosefka scowled as she slowly approached with her saber drawn, the troopers turning to see her coming and moved away as quickly as they could.

"Why have you stopped?" She asked, before looking towards the center of the room where across the way and down the hall, it appeared that some of her unit had been killed. Iosefka could feel the person within the force, standing as she tilted her head to the side. She held out her hand, holding her long handled saber in her right hand, while her left began to spark and crackle. Flames began to ignite, and slowly formed into a swirling fire, the tongues of flame coiling in on themselves as they formed a spiraling ball.

It was similar to a Kinetite orb, compacting the energy of the dark side and manipulating it with her force of will. She focused on the cold place within her chest, and then on the warmth of the fire that surrounded it, to draw it towards her open palm. The center, icy and frigid, was encased in a ball of burning hot flame, all of which was simply an expression of the force itself, given a physical state. Iosefka aimed her hand towards the hallway and a second later, the orb flew forward and soared towards the vampire.

It would explode into a fiery inferno when it made physical contact with anything. She was curious how this person would react to it, if they would dodge, block, counter attack, or die. As such, she stood in her half of the Rotunda as she waited to see what this new force user could do.

 

[Caligula]

Rika rose to her feet as she heard the army behind her come to a halt. She looked back at the soldiers and saw a lone warrior step forward. It was a figure dressed in a black cloak with armored pieces spread across it. She looked, pretty cool actually. Rika would have made a comment about the warrior's appearance when the lightsaber wielding woman raised her arm and launched a Force fueled fireball at the vampire. She moved quickly to avoid the attack, spinning her body to avoid the fireball. As the flaming sphere passed by her face, she felt the hot flames lick at her face as it rushed past her. Rika fixed herself to face towards the army of soldiers as an explosion of force energy exploded behind her, causing a rush of hot air to throw her hair forward. Rika smiled a little as she began to walk towards them, a small pep in her step as she was almost skipping.

At one point her gaze focused on one of the soldiers who was cowering with his cohorts. Attached to his belt, was a thermal grenade. Rika's smile turned wicked as she searched through the crowd, picking out each soldier who had a visible grenade on their body. She found several soldiers who fit the bill. She cocked her head back as she continued to stroll towards the soldiers. "May I know your name?" She called out to the one who had launched the force-fireball at her. "It's just that I like to know who my opponents are before we duel. It makes things more, intimate."

She stopped roughly 10 yards from the front of the enemy line, her gaze shifting from the soldiers to the warrior in front of her. She kept debating whether or not to blow them all sky high now, or later? Oh well, maybe the conversation would change things.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Iosefka walked forward, waving a hand to order her troops to step back as she looked towards Rika, eyes flashing as she spoke. "You dodged well, and you like to get straight to the point. I like that..." She said as she leveled her lightsaber towards her opponent, "My Name is Iosefka Volfe, of the House of Volfe. It's going to be a pleasure dueling you." She said as she brought her long handled lightsaber into a two handed grip, holding it blade in a mid-guard stance, blade facing the right and humming as the crimson blade burned away in her hand.

Some of the men took a step closer and Iosefka gave out a call, eyes locked on Rika as she spoke, "Nobody come any closer. This is a duel, her and me only..." She said, if she had lips she'd be smiling right now, having gotten exactly what she was after. A good challenge, "So, who do I have the pleasure of fighting?"

@Caligula

 

[Caligula]

Rika bowed low to the ground, bringing her foot back and raising her arm as she did so. "My name is Rika Youngblood, the Vampire Queen." She looked up at Iosefka with those bright crimson eyes. "If you wish to fight, I won't stop you. But be warned," Rika stood straight up and extended her razor-like claws to roughly 3 inches long. "I don't play well with others." She began to walk forward, her Force energy expanding to fill up the room as a physical change in pressure was felt through the hallway. "Tell me, Ms. Volfe, how connected to the Force are you?" Rika raised her right arm towards Iosefka and tried to connect with her through the Force. Unless Iosefka could stop her or block the attempt, Rika would establish an invisible connection where she would slowly sap Iosefka of her Force energy. This would continue until one of them broke the connection or too much distance was put between them.

Once she had done this, she seemed to brace herself in place and gathered a large amount of Force energy into her hands. "Let me show you a taste of my power." She almost growled. Then she took a single step forward and threw all that energy forward in a large wave. The strong Force Push was enough to knock over a Bantha as it rolled over Iosefka and the rest of her soldiers. Unless properly braced or countered, the push would throw Iosefka and her soldiers back several yards. Rika smiled the entire time this happened.

@Cainhurst Crow