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[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

An instant later, having reality burn into her vision as a black lightsaber, the irony wasn’t so lost on her. Whatever this creature was, it took his black blade to unite red and blue as his two blades took on two.

Whether adjusting his swing to intercept the Sith’s blade attacking his knees, slashing at the Jedi from shoulder to hip, his focus was split but his maneuvers were basic enough as he stepped backward to force his opponents closer toward him.

Whatever his intentions, amid his movements the Abomination unfurled fingers from both hilts and opened them toward both opponents so that, as lightsabers might clash, a Force Push would send the Jedi and the Sith staggering back.

As that happened, the lights in the chamber came on, every light at once, so that the sudden brightness blinded the Jedi’s lights.

The Mad Rat

Or maybe it was this voice in her mind, of some man. The Force curled around her and she was pushed backward. She staggered but maintained her footing some feet away.

Whatever happened with Cheriss, the Weapon attempted to step backward toward a door to a corridor. At his flanks were metallic contraptions, a tank in some kind of container, creating a narrow passage that would force either Vayla or Cheriss to take him on one at a time.

Or circle to his back and pin him in, but Vayla had a feeling of what he might do if he saw either the Sith or the Jedi leave his line of sight.

The lights went off again in seconds.

On again.

Off again.

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Who are you? So asked the voice in his mind. I'm Quin. Who are you?

There was no response. Instead, the voice said to open his eyes. Had the lights come on? Quin opened them to see. Ahead of him he saw a rectangle, one that was dark. He did trust the Force, but he felt nothing calling to him now. What did was his own curiosity. The allure of the in between. He approached, walked closer, then stopped as the lights went off.

Find the right side up.

Was it possible when he was in the upside down? Everything here was twisted, turned around, wrong side down. Ahead of him was now a rectangle of light, and he moved closer. He wanted answers.

Or be doomed to repeat your failures over and over again in this upside down chamber.

Quin had already repeated enough of his failures, and that only spurred him on. He reached the rectangle and extended a hand as the lights went on, off, and on again, as the rectangle went from dark, light, to dark. Always the opposite. There was always balance, as there always would be in the in between.

He placed his hand against it… if he could.

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

In A Maze
Leh'Min'Ayd
Quin Leonkri

Spoiler

He placed his hand against it… if he could.

He placed his hand against it…and it opened.

When the rectangle was bright.
When the light was right.
As the lights went off.
As dark is wrong.

Below as above, Quin opened a door and stepped into a corridor. He had done so before. Only he was with Vayla when they both entered the corridor that took them to the chamber called In Between.

Unlike that corridor, with its pristine metallic sheen across the walls and ceiling, the floor beneath Quin’s feet at the moment was rather different.

It was dirtied and stained to say the very least. One spot looked like an egg, white and yellow and yolk, while the rest looked like animal hide, though the whole corridor carried the scents that reminded one of rotten eggs and animal carcasses.

If the Jedi looked left or right he would find stains on the walls. Red stains. Brown stains. Here the metal was rusty, as if this entire facility had suddenly been neglected for centuries.

Or was that blood? Was that merely the odor of blood that had gone the way of rust?

Whatever it was, he would notice doors on either side of this corridor. Was that the same as before on his way to Leh’Min’Ayd’s chamber? Were there even doors in that corridor? Vayla might likely remember no. Then again, there was more than one corridor leading to that central chamber.

Perhaps, though, Quin might remark that this environment was drastically different. Obvious? Ominous? Might be, but Jedi don’t focus on being frightened.

Even if they hear naked moans in the darkness dead ahead, where shadows between it and light give way, and a voice breaks from the void, both alive and dead, and not just in a boy’s head.

“I know they aren’t dead.”

The voice said. Feminine, and as if in a conversation at breakfast.

“I’ll get you back to the stairs. You’ll be safe there.”

It was distant, coming from the void further down the corridor, breaking the silence of a hallway gone to hell with only air like static, or like wind in a well.

“Jedi don’t just take children.”

Lines delivered by a woman. Sounded Human. Sounded human. It was up to Quin to determine if she was or wasn’t.

Because, in the end, people believed what they wanted.

“Even though the monsters were behind you.”

Closer, came her words, then her figure.

“It’s what a Jedi would do.”

A lonely, lonely voice.

Emerging from the void.

“Right, Jedi Boy?”

Who are you?

@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri)

 

[Cheriss Ktrame]

Despite its poor position, the abomination managed to gain his footing back. A Force push sent both Jedi and Sith back, resulting in yet another stalemate. What was worse was the lights suddenly turning on. Cheriss’ vision went fully white, and she instinctively lifted her hand in an attempt to shield her eyes.

As they adjusted, however, she could make out the silhouette of their opponent. He was moving… backwards? The two contraptions at either side soon caught her eye. Tanks. Containers. Both?

Either way, the abomination apparently didn’t want to fight them both at the same time, instead waiting in his corridor like some kind of burrowing spider. Cheriss didn’t blame him. However, she was fairly certain that neither she nor Vayla wanted to fight the monster alone, so she turned her attention to one of the tanks beside him instead.

Curling her fingers and focusing the Force, Cheriss kept her distance and attempted to pull down the container to his left so that it would collapse onto the abomination’s head. If the container wasn’t tall enough, she would simply slam it to the right instead. The effect, if he did nothing, would be the same— what was previously an abomination would then become an unceremonious splat.

The lights turned off, then on, then off. More problems. Though she wasn’t able to see what she was doing, Cheriss hoped that she and Vayla would be done with that one so that the Sith could deal with the many other things that were wrong about this place.

@Die Shize

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Something seemed wrong the moment the Abomination did something as he created distance between him and his opponents.

He took another step, yet just then he seemed to stagger, as if lowering to a knee. It was as if the building had quaked, or the light and dark was blinding to him, maybe.

Whatever it was, it was Vayla’s moment as much as Cheriss’, as much as their opponent’s. Whatever the monster was luring them toward, the Shadow stepped away just as the Sith curled her fingers.

The container hissed as it lifted, as if defiant, but it did not resist Cheriss. As Vayla dashed past the other container to flank her opponent, she heard a metallic crash, then nothing, and arrived behind the creature.

Only it wasn’t there. Only the overturned container was there and, large and heavy as it was, it wouldn’t take much to lift it and see whatever had become of whoever had been trapped beneath.

Just then, doors opened, as surely as that one container had crashed and apparently landed on that monster. As for the other container beside Vayla, it opened to her, and something emerged.

Vayla knew what it was as she gazed at its face from behind the blue light of her lightsaber’s blade. In that instant, that glimpse, she pinned it on the image from that computer in the office.

In the database that had flashed with all sorts of creatures and monsters, abominations and Weapons; some as one, others as units.

“Cheriss.”

Vayla hissed the moment her new opponent turned to her.

“Hybrids.”

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Cul Laaster]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

The Jedi, Sith and Weapon fought as the Pyke watched and listened with one eye on the machine and one eye on those three.

This feud between Director Qybert and Doctor Brian evidently became a game of cat and mouse; two sleuths in a race to break the bounds of time and space.

Qybert left a note that Brian had acquired spice, given it to a Padawan named Taco, but this was time ago and it was inferior spice. Mine isn’t.

One way or the other, Cul Laaster was going to get his. As lightsabers waged onward, the Pyke quietly spied his eyes on spice within the Black Kite as described in the computer.

Spice. Kite. Spice…Killiks?

What was this? Encrypted.

Kriff it. Move along. He did.

Project on various species to be collected.

Gamorreans. Kordans. Ewoks. Chevins..?

Crystals project. Found in mountains on this moon.

Spero Station…outside Gravenell City…in between the city and the mountains.

Spice. Kite. What was the connection? That path was encrypted and the Pyke had no time to try to bypass it with his devices and experience. Cul Laaster was a spicer, not a slicer, damn it.

He needed answers. He needed keys to unlock secrets. Names. Maps. He needed to know what was beneath this floor.

Given the type of moon, one could go as deep as the imagination permitted without disrupting something too vicious.
That meant a potential underground network between the mountains and this station. That further meant—

Hybrids.

That’s what the Pyke spied as he looked up just then at the Jedi and the Sith and their opponents.

Map. Find the layout of this place. His hands danced. A floor beneath. Floors. Doors. Hatches. Elevators.

Now all the Pyke had to do was get those elevator doors open without being seen in between those shadows.

Join us.

While trying to ignore the voice inside his mind.

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Quin stopped in his tracks the second he saw the corridor in front of him.

It was completely unlike everything he’d seen so far in Spero Station. In fact, for a second he even doubted if he was still here. The floor was rusted, splotched in white, yellow, and brown, and the walls weren’t much better. There were stains all over them.

Not to mention the whole room smelled horrid. As if Spero Station was decaying from the inside out. A twisted version of that dungeon. The rotten core of the heart of darkness itself.

Wrinkling his nose, Quin stepped into the hallway. He did so slowly, as if taking one wrong step might lead to the whole corridor collapsing. He saw doors on either side of the hall, though he didn’t want to open them just yet. He held his lightsaber hilt tightly in his grip, for security and to comfort his racing heart.

It didn’t help when he heard sounds coming from ahead. Moans. A voice. Female. Saying things that sounded awfully familiar.

“Who are you?” He tried to interrupt, but she continued talking anyway. The Jedi ignited his blade, and he stood his ground when her figure appeared in front of him.

Who are you? This wasn’t Lemon.

“WHO ARE YOU?” Quin asked again, louder this time. He held his grip tight.

@Die Shize