Event Something Wicked

[Ruzaan Kai]

Abandoned Building​

Ruzaan flinched as a stun bolt whizzed by his head; uncomfortably close, and courtesy of Livi. Grey eyes flicked up and met hers, shock and anger coloring them, and he interrupted her tirade by using the Force to attempt to pull the blaster from her hand to his. "And I thought I was a liability with a weapon in my hands" he said, a sarcastic edge to his tone. He was now the third member of their party she'd opened fire on.

Ruzaan would've admonished Livi further, but immediately a bone-chilling growl sounded from the direction of the infirmary... something that was definitely not the rat he had seen earlier. Wordlessly, he tossed her blaster back. "Make sure you only shoot at things with more than two legs" he said, and pulled out his double-bladed lightsaber.

Then the sense of impending doom assailed his senses, tearing away at what shreds of his bravery remained. "Actually, run. Go through the West doors so I know where to find you" he squeaked, gesturing in the direction of the rubble behind him, then stepping forward and placing himself between the sounds coming from the infirmary and the others in the hallway in an attempt to buy the others time to escape.

His brain was screaming at him; he wanted nothing more than to run away, but some primal part of him also rose to the challenge. Togruta collected akul teeth as a testament to their skill... this wasn't an akul, but it sure sounded like it had teeth.


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[Laeonas Tannaras]

Crumbling Ruin
Dark Chamber



How long had they been in here already? It had felt like a lifetime ago since they'd been trapped, but Laeonas figured it couldn't have possibly been that long. Perhaps an hour, two at most? Maybe not even that much time had passed. Nobody seemed to be wearing a chrono, and they certainly couldn't rely on the sun of this world. In any case, it had only been now that they'd really had a breather; a few minutes without monsters attacking for them to even consider their options.

And just like that, it came to a close.

He first heard the clattering against the walls. The sound sent a chill up his spine, but while his eyes were drawn towards the dark passageway, all of his senses were suddenly directed towards the falls. Aquamarines widened as the water began to spray, and from beneath, an abomination of grotesque shape and proportions emerging. Laeonas' face twisted into a gaping visage of horror, eyes wide, jaw forced open, brows arched in shock. There was no thought process, no build up to the fear that he felt. The thing before him skipped all the steps that would bring him to this point and jumped straight to pulling out the worst horrors imaginable.

He'd screech, throwing himself against the wall near the gaping waters that led to the previous chamber. Everything before him defied any sense of being. How could this... this thing exist? This mass of bone and flesh, a chimera of tissue that shouldn't be? It was the lack of knowledge that caused him to fear this beast, it's inner workings completely unknown. This thing that stood in the defiance of all natural law, ripped from their worst nightmares and brought before them. How? Why?

This thing... it couldn't be real. No power in the universe could bring something like this into being. Yet it existed, and he could feel it's presence. The utter insanity, the defiance of all natural laws and his understanding of the universe. It was a pariah against any principle, against any attempt at making sense of an existence with no meaning, of a mind trying to find purpose in a universe that would march on long after it was reduced to nothingness, with entropy fated to claim all creation. It was not benevolent, and Laeonas didn't think it was malevolent either. It simply was, and it would make sure that they weren't.

The waterfall was no longer an option, as obvious as that was. That left the obviously dangerous stairwell, and the pathway crested with the symbols. Turning his head to look at both in rapid succession. Eyes fell on the centipede, but compared to the abomination before him, it terrified him about as much as a kitten. All of his instincts told him to flee, but if this thing presented itself as an obstacle, he wouldn't hesitate to do to it what he had done to the flies. Damn the pain that might come with it, he would not die here.

As that thing defied all reason, he defied the fate it tried to impose on him. Screaming a bloody cry, Laeonas rushed forward, pushing past the Mandalorian. Leaping upwards, he'd attempt to kick off the wall to the left of him, which would hopefully allow him to tuck into a roll and dive into the tunnel where the Sith and Albino had run. The entire time, his hand would grip tightly around the grip of his vibrosword; ready to turn the abominable insect into mincemeat, or sheer off the tentacles or bones or whatever else came from that creature.

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[Ashla Ti]

HUMBLE TOWN

Ashla raced through the pages, reading what she could understand, ruefully ignoring the rest as her curiosity fought against necessity. But she did pull out her data pad and took pictures of some of the pages, specifically the ones that had any sort of legible text scrawled over them, and a few others at random.

Finally she reached the last page, eyes widening as she read through it. It seemed something bad had happened here, and Allery was at the heart of it all, which made Ashla wonder why she had brought them here. And for that matter if there was any way for them to get out. She remembered how the stairs had seemed to stretch on forever, and the hands that had emerged from the hallway. She wasn't sure what to make of it all, but the though did make her wonder about something.

Rounding the table, she walked towards the center of the room and came to a stop in front of a relatively empty patch of floor. She pulled out her lightsaber once more and brought it to life, plunging it into the floor and attempting to cut a hole through, wondering what, if anything, she would see on the other of such a hole.

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[Charlotte Le'Anna]

OOC: Not-So-Abandoned Building

“Oh…shoot.” If the Doctor’s paling persona wasn’t clear, the Force sure as kriff was. “We’ve killed him.” There was no denying the man was on deaths doorstep. “Can’t you do some Jedi hand waving shit to save him?” If the doctor wasn’t already dead, he was as close as possible. “Not really in our wheelhouse.” Charlotte really did not care if the man died. One more death on her soul wouldn’t make a difference. The annoying part was they could not get anymore information from him. He’d spoken of a woman…was it the same the priest had mentioned? A mother…

She shuddered to think what that might mean. The greater question was what was real and what was illusion? Had they already seen false images? What more were to come?

“Let’s go hunting. If that’s the only way out of here…” She hoped the Jedi had the stomach for it. Charlotte wanted out and there was nothing that would stop her. “I guess we’ll have to keep watch for illusions.” None of this was of the Force. At least not anything she could truly sense. What the fuck was it then…how could she tell if their mind were being tricked. Charlotte had a sick feeling they may already have been. What were they going to do? Keep moving.

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[Senin Ravelo]

Crumbling Ruins


Senin could believe what was happening. He must be having some crazy nightmare, it was the only explanation for what he was seeing. The aberration coming from the waterfall, with it several tentacles, couldn't be real. Nothing in the Galaxy could explain the existence of such a thing, perhaps only the delirious state that someone could be in after using some of the stronger versions of spice.

But it was real, very real. The Acolyte screamed in panic. He wanted to escape this nightmare. Would they never find a way out of this damned place? Is there some sort of high being that had pleasure in throwing these things at them? What did he do to deserve such punishment?

While these crazy thoughts were filling his mind, the young man barely noticed Laeonas running toward the stairway. It made him snap and follow the older man. It was his best option for survival. While he ran, Senin saw the centipede that was crawling toward him, it was less terrible than the monstrosity that was coming from the waterfall. However, if it was a colossal wasp he probably would have thrown himself in the tentacle thing.

The Acolyte would run past the Mandalorian, seeing the Laeonas pull his vibroblade to defend himself against the centipede. While the bug was distracted by the older man, Senin would dive in the corridor where the two women went. While he did all that, the Acolyte never stopped screaming.


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[Livi Cross]

Abandoned Building​

Livi saw the anger in the Togruta’s eyes. What she felt next made her eyes widen. It was that feeling again, some unseen force moving towards attempting to manipulate her. It was the exact same sensation she felt when she was thrown back in the hallway. She had seen the same look of focus on the faces of the people down the hall. This time, she saw it on the Togruta and she felt her blaster beginning to resist her hold and move towards him. This time, however, Livi kept a firm grip on her weapon and acted on impulse. She fired two stun bolts in quick succession square at the Togruta’s chest.

The girl was annoyed before, but she was outright terrified now. The halls behind her and around her were empty. Anyone else entering the scene would pop in right from her line of sight because that was the direction they had come from. Livi’s hand trembled as a chill ran down her spine. This was all planned. Those people that entered the building with her were all in on this. They had worked to separate the group and began to take them out one by one. The Togruta was in league with the two figures from earlier, and they all had the same strange powers.

Highly alarmed, Livi kept her weapon drawn, prepared to shoot at anyone that displayed any semblance of a threat. She didn’t know who to trust anymore. Her mind wandered back to Darius and she feared him dead by now.

Livi began to hear the rumble and noise up ahead and she was frozen in place. She began to take slow step backwards towards the rubble, dreading going towards the noise.

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[Darius Belari]

Abandoned Building
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Luckily for his companions, Darius didn’t remain unconscious for very long after being laid down on an empty gurney. The unceremonious thrown down the hallway – while enough to knock the ISC Ranger out cold - didn’t keep him knocked out for nearly as long as when Livi decided to pepper him with stun bolts.

The Lokkian gradually began to return to consciousness, forcing himself to sit up despite the ache that radiated through his body. “Man fuck Force users..” He groaned, bringing a hand up to his forehead. His head pounded - no doubt due to the fact that Clove had decided to smack him against each and every bump along the way.

Not that he was aware of that little detail, of course.

Darius grunted and pushed himself off the gurney, taking a moment to steady himself on his feet. With that, the Lokkian began to make his way through the infirmary - sapphire eyes fixated ahead to where his companions had congregated.

Naturally, this meant that the Lokkian saw - from a distance, mind you - the entire exchange between Ruz and Livi. He couldn’t help but go slightly wide eyed when the Togruta started acting like a nutcase, followed by Livi firing a warning shot near his montreals - no doubt in an attempt to get him to knock it the hell off.

He then watched as the Togruta proceeded to reach out in an attempt to use the Force, followed by Livi peppering him with stun bolts in response. Almost at once, the Lokkian picked up the pace - a hand hovering over the holster of his blaster pistol and prepared to draw the weapon upon anyone else who started acting like a threat.

The Lokkian had only a few minutes ago been violently thrown across the room by a Force User, and the Togruta’s actions made him appear equally hostile - Jedi or not.

Darius moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with Livi as she started moving back into the infirmary, sapphire eyes carefully watching Felix or Clove incase they decided to do anything in response to what happened to Ruz. He wasn’t about to abandon the only other ISC ranger in the building. "You good?" He briefly glanced towards Livi.

He narrowed his eyes, turning his gaze to look towards the hallway that led towards the lobby. He could just feel that whatever was down there was bad news, and thus, naturally made no attempts to go in that direction. Not yet, anyway.

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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Abandoned Building
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Everything became a bit of a mess. Or, as Clove's father would've called it; a proper shit show.

Because of the dust, she couldn't see much of what had happened, but based on the sounds, Ruz was acting strangely, and the female ranger fired at him. Felix approached her and Darius around the same time, and Darius had come back alive with an insult aimed at the Force users.

And to make matters worse, a less than friendly growl alerted them they were about to get into a lot of trouble.

The half-big Sephi's brown eyes betrayed her bewilderment. But they had to go to the infirmary and couldn't leave Ruz behind. Clove approached Ruz, unsure if he had been hit by the bolts or not, and took his hand in hers to drag or guide him to the infirmary.

Darius' distrustful expression was strangely painful. She'd just saved his life, and his first reaction was to examine her and Felix carefully. Livi's terrified expression with her weapon drawn didn't help matters. Clove couldn't say she blamed them, but still.

"I'm not sure what happened, but I have no intention of harming you two rangers. And instead of aiming our weapons at each other, I believe it would be better if we focused on that growl in the hallway."

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[Felix]

Not-So-Abandoned Building​

the ranger seemed to be mostly okay as he got himself off the gurney, Felix was no doctor he basic first aid training and knew probably shouldn't be walking around too much after being knocked out but this wasn't normal circumstances and if he could walk, it meant fewer bodies to carry.

Hearing the stun shots go off made Felix turn to face the direction of where Livi and Ruz were, he didn't know what had happened but Livi looked terrified like she was about to break from the shear stress of the situation. clove spoke first to try to calm the situation Felix would add to his words to hers, his hand raised non-threateningly.

"were not the enemy here, whatever is wrong with this place it seems to alter minds, make them see things not there or twist the original image, I don't but if we want to survive this we need to stick together." the growls and foreboding sense of dread approaching them announced something was coming from where they originally came from "I'm not going to abandon anyone here, something is coming I'm going to fight it, whether you help or not at least I'll buy you more time to escape"

he would back up into the infirmary drawing his lightsaber, its orange glow lighting him up as he gathered the force and waited for whatever creature was approaching.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

Crumbling Ruins​

As fingers laced themselves around the handle of the torch, lifting it free from it’s perch, Sah’ra breathed a sigh of relief. She had fully expected some sort of maniacal, twisted event to follow it’s retrieval but as it’s soft green glow moved towards the darkened hall, she was delighted to see her concern was unwarranted. At least for the moment, of course.

”Come on, before these other three end up getting us killed,” the Sith muttered to the Arkanian as she tenderly took steps beyond the threshold. Even as she said the words, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was the one leading them to their demise. By all rights, the stairwell offered them the most direct path to the surface from face value. Perhaps she was making an error that would cost her more than she was prepared to lose…

The green glow cut through the shadows that enveloped her, but only just barely. As she moved further, Sah’ra took notice of yet even more carvings scratched into the walls. Bringing the torch in closer for a more thorough examination, green flame flickering and reflecting from her eyes as she analyzed each carefully in hopes of discovering some sort of message or clue that could lead to their escape, the woman took a deep breath. ”None of this is making any sense to me. A translator droid would be perfect about now,” she continued to groan, furrowing her brow as she tried to understand what was written.

The sounds of scuttling feet soon filled the corridor, breaking Sah’ra’s focus as she whipped the torch to her left in a desperate attempt to find the source. As her eyes scanned the floor, she saw nothing yet the sounds continued to persist. It wasn’t until a glob of saliva mixed with the vile blood of a long dead victim oozed down from above and slid down across her shoulder that she realised she was looking in the wrong place. Turning her eyes upward, she soon found herself wishing she simply hadn’t and remained ignorant.

Blood drained from her face as Sah’ra watched the enormous insect claw it’s way across the ceiling whilst being entirely unaware of her presence. Lips quivering, a yelp of fear being suppressed by breathlessness, all she wanted to do was run. Run back into the chamber with the others. Run through the hordes of wasps and undead. Run directly through the stone wall and back out into the jungle. Instead, she was frozen in place as she watched the creature slither it’s way into the chamber prior. Only once it had left her view was she finally able to breathe once again.

The screams from the others in the previous chamber echoed around Sah’ra as she attempted to recollect her wits. Having not progressed far down the tunnel, she would slowly inch her way back towards the opening, curious if the centipede had not simply passed them by as it had done for her. She was entirely unaware of the abomination that existed beyond the door, what it was that had instilled fear and terror into the rest of the survivors. If they had not yet been devoured by the bug that had come from her elected path, then she would have never suspected them to charge head first into the direction from which the creature came. Especially if there were two other options, both free of vile insects (or so she thought)

So as a shadow closed in on the door, tensions high as the shrill screams of Laeonas and Senin cut through the silence, Sah’ra instinctively pulled her right foot back and delivered a swift kick forward, aimed for the head of whatever it was approaching came into view. Only it wasn’t some devilish centipede or other horror but rather the harlequin masked man that would find himself on the receiving end of laced boots incoming for his jaw.

She wanted to berate them both as they slid into the hall, the four of them together defeating the purpose of splitting up and searching every possible path for answers, but something had frightened them both beyond rational thinking. Instead, Sah’ra quickly began to take steps back and away from the door. She didn’t ask if the masked character was okay after her accidental assault on his jawline nor what it was that had terrified them, centipede or not. She would not wait for what was coming, instead turning on her heel and hurrying along the corridor with the green torch held ahead.

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[Trini Halrixien]

HUMBLE TOWN.

Trini studied the papers carefully, her eyes widening at some of the notes. The contents were shocking in themselves, but the little Amaran found special interest in the script itself, as well as some of the artifacts present.

"This is very old writing... proto-Aurebesh, if not older." The archaeologist shook her head. "Just how long has all this been sitting here? And what's this ritual they keep referring to? How-"

At that moment, Ashla began cutting into the floor with her saber. Trini jogged around the desk to stand next to her.

"What is it??"

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[The Gatekeeper]

CRUMBLING RUINS
DARK CHAMBER
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Fear both staggered and spurred, some survivors freezing in place while others scattered for the doorway. Tentacles whipped wildly forward into the room to seek their prey. Gangly arms of infinite joints broke and reformed, over and over, moving so slow as to nearly be comical.

The Mandalorian's jetpack sputtered and failed, a thing of safety taken. His blaster seemed to work just fine and its crimson bolts warded off the questing tendrils. Whatever the Thing was must've been blind, for those fleshy whips struck only at random at things that moved. Its hands wandered inexorably toward the living in defiance of logic, slower than a running man but with seemingly endless length and. Luckily, the group seemed to be running.

Chitinous limbs clacked against the ceiling above as the centipede passed above the others. Tendrils from the Thing whipped by Laeo as he dove and squashed against the stone, fanged suckers gouging it deeply. Last in would be the armoured man who'd once been a Mandalorian, trying to avoid the massive insect.

The moment any of its body passed beyond the doorway it began to vanish. Anything that left the shadow ceased to exist as if it'd never been there in the first place even as what remained of it behind the threshold clitter-clacked onward. They were left with the sounds of their own movement and panicked breathing, the crack of snapping bones from the many sluggish arms, and a potential kick to the face from Ryun to Senin.

No matter their distraction or hesitation those hands didn't mind. In fact, as the centipede was vanishing, they gathered speed toward the doorway without a door. Was the darkness safety after all, or just another trap? What was safety and reliability in this place they'd all found themselves in?

Malicious and mad, the many-fingered hands would grasp toward the last beings to enter the hall, the stragglers, the weakest links. From the black deeper down the tunnel came a screeching like metal on metal and wind running wild through canyons. Ryun and Virago hurried on deeper and away from the hands.

A simple choice of fight or flight, a snap decision, was what each of them were left with. Animal instinct. Could they rely on it? How much of this was even real to begin with?

Down the black hallway there echoed a sound. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Louder and louder the farther and faster they moved. With only the emerald torch to guide them with its limited light range they risked running into walls as the hall began to turn and twist all while that distant heartbeat drummed in the deep. Not even low-light or thermal vision could penetrate the blanket of darkness where the torch could.

And behind, the snap, crick, crack, and pop of things that sought to surrender them all to its tender grasp.[/cbox3]

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[Arctus Friers]

[Not-so] Abandoned Building​

Arctus had seen his fair share of dead bodies, having killed most of them with either his weapons or his bare hands. But if there was something he prided about his kills, it was the fact that none of them were innocent. Every single person he'd killed were criminals and were actively trying to change his status from "alive" to "bloody fuckin' dead". It's not that he enjoyed killing – alright, maybe he had when it came to some –, but he always assured himself that they weren't blameless.

They were all criminals, guilty about something heinous. But the doctor he was supporting was not.

The man in the white coat was fading, and it didn't have to be screaming loudly in the Force. To Arctus it came as a quiet, exhausted whisper, mirroring the doctor's paling visage and voice. And even if the Padawan didn't mean to be the cause of the other man's demise, it sure as hell won't stop him from feeling too damned guilty.

He should've been more careful, should've been executing his movements in the Force with extreme care. Panic and horror made him sloppy, made his directions and intent skewed.

Look what your incompetence has done, he told himself, and the Dark Side continued with a quiet but gleeful, What would Indy say?

Arctus swallowed, hard, as he listened fo Charlie's comments about the doctor. Hazel grey flecked with yellow met the Sith woman's gaze when she asked if he could do something for the doctor, and instead of lashing out at her callousness for speaking almost non-chalantly about the doctor's condition, the Padawan could only shake his head with a helpless expression on his face.

"I-I can't. I don't know how," he quietly admitted before carefully lowering the doctor on the floor. Gently he laid the other man down, one hand resting on the doctor's chest. He would keep his hand there until the rise and fall of the doctor's chest would finally cease, a measly attempt to give the doctor whatever assurance the Padawan could give that the man at least wouldn't die alone.

He couldn't even muster the energy to be angry when his and Charlie's questions were met with only more mystery when the doctor didn't reply to their questions.

Arctus's actions had just killed a seemingly innocent man, and while he was at fault – and he would always blame himself afterwards – he knew that this godsdamned place and its godsdamned revenants were also to blame.

The doctor spoke of a woman, and if she was the same person or whatever fucking entity as the Mother the priest earlier had talked about, there was only one thing Arctus wanted to do to that kriffer.

He would kill Her, with his bare hands if he had to. Both to honor the doctor's last words and to make sure that Her death would spell out Clove, Felix, and Ruzaan's safety.

Because he didn't believe the Dark Side when It taunted him that his friends might have been dead. He refused to believe that.

He wouldn't just rush head on screaming death to whoever the Woman was. He would be calculating. He would play– no, he would kill smart. He pushed the Padawan to the back of his mind for now and let the smuggler, the survivor, rise back to the surface, to the forefront, once more.

Arctus rose to his feet, both DL-18s now held in his hands, and shot Charlie a determined but manic grin. The yellows were starting to overwhelm the hazel greys of his eyes but the smuggler held the reins.

"Hunting? Fuck yeah," he told Charlie, assuring her that he was very much on board. "Wanna check what's behind this North door first, though? Can't exactly go hunting without knowing full well what we're killin', sweetheart."

With that, he would move to the door and try to open it.

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[The Gatekeeper]

Abandoned Building​

As Arcturus and Charlotte approached the North door, this time it would open for them. That same draining feeling would leave their bodies as they entered. The door slid open and they would step inside to a large, open room. Like the entry way or perhaps even a similar mirror to the smoke-filled room they had wandered through earlier, they would see pillars scattered throughout the room, stretching upward to hold the building in place.

At the far end of the room was a single woman sitting as if she had been waiting for them. In her hands, she held a book and looked up to them as they approached.

The Preacher led you astray, didn't he? she asked, seemingly completely unfazed by any weapons they might have drawn or any hostilities they might have shown toward her short of an outright attack.

He means well, but he is without sight, she said. Come, sit. Let us discuss what it is you seek, she said, motioning to two chairs nearby that looked not quite comfortable, but nevertheless restful after what had already been quite the trying ordeal for the Jedi and Sith.

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In the infirmary, the sickening approach did not relent regardless of what conflicts may have erupted within the group. The smell of sulphur and charred flesh was enough to make the stomach churn. The sight of the monstrous animal that rounded the corner did nothing to set people's mind's at ease either. It was far larger than any natural dog and were it not for the fact that the halls of the asylum were so large, it likely would not have fit through the area. Nevertheless, at close to six feet tall itself and far wider than a normal hound, it was quite capable of making its way through these terrifying halls.

The hound growled again from one of its throats before lunging down the hall. Felix was its first target, perhaps attracted by the glow of his lightsaber or perhaps simply his proximity to the hallway door.

Its central head thrust out, biting at his throat in an attempt to close its maw around him and rip him to pieces. The rightmost head bit at his arm and the left seemed ready to attack anyone who would come between it and its prey.

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[Charlotte Le'Anna]

OOC: Not-So-Abandoned Building

Another time, another life, Charlotte would have reveled in the Jedi’s pain. Pushed him towards his darker desires but she needed Arctus’ focused. If he had some terrible internal struggle for his soul, she could only imagine how worthless he would become. She was a terrible recruiter anyways. “Come on, it’s not so bad…he was in rough shape before we found him.” Charlotte very much did not like that creepy look in his eye. She needed a sane Jedi…not a half crazed Darksider. She wanted to live, and her mother always preached to use the tool available. Arctus was going to be a useful tool. “I killed him. Not you.” Her green eyes met his hazel. “You can arrest me or whatever if we get out of here. Throw me in some Jedi prison for bad behavior.” She smiled broadly.

She nodded at his suggestion to check the door. They traveled through the opening together. She immediately felt that same odd sensation. Energy leaving her body. Focus…Charlottle. Fucking come on. The room was massive with pillars extending towards the ceiling. They had been here before. The only thing missing was the orange mist. Of course, more horrors awaited them.

The Hapan Sith kept a death grip on her saber. Her knuckles white from tension. Slowly she moved forward as the mysterious woman spoke. She shook a look at Arctus and shrugged. What choice did they have? Her eyes never left the woman as she slowly took the seat offered. Charlotte’s white knuckling of the saber was only matched by her refusal to drop the Force. “We want out of here.” There were no eyes for her to look into. All she saw was the masked face. “That’s all.” By the Darkness, she just wanted out.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

Crumbling Ruin
Dark Chamber



The constant amongst near all that was living in this room, or that appeared living in this room, was the movement of legs. The clickity clack of the centipedes thousands, or the less than a dozen smacks of rubber soles against ancient stone. Everything moved, either in pursuit, or in a desperate attempt at escape. Laeonas' legs carried him into the blackness of the rune marked hall, narrowly avoiding the tentacles grasping at him. They'd gouge into the stone he'd kicked off of, leaving marks that might have otherwise torn through his leg.

What could've come next wasn't something that Laeonas wanted to dwell on. Nor could he afford to; any time spent on a subject that wasn't involved in his immediate survival was a waste. Spotting the two women, he didn't even acknowledge them as he ran past. He certainly didn't wish either dead, though right now, he genuinely couldn't bring himself to care. He could lament the bitchy albino and the torch bearer's deaths when his wasn't an immediate possibility. So he ran, and he ran, and he ran.

Ofcourse, he did glance over his shoulders. He had to know how much distance there was between him and the abomination pursuing him. He could see the others, sparing a passing glance as the two Sith seemed to be attacking each other for some reason. Or was just one attacking the other? The Brentaalan shook his head in frustration, turning it around and forcing himself ever forward. These people didn't matter right now-- he mattered.

No petty squabble between the others could stop him. The sudden and very loud sound that came from deep within the hall caused Laeonas to slow down, and finally come to a stop. Through the few seconds of running that he'd actually done, he had put a small amount of distance between himself and the others. The green torch that had been their only source of light was left dim from his perspective, the short distance between him and them bizarrely lacking illumination. His eyes couldn't penetrate through the inky blackness of the hall-- but something else might.

His previous attempts at summoning the force had ended in disaster. First he'd hastily grabbed the burning blade, which had left one of his hands seriously hurt. Than, he'd lashed out at the Mandalorian, indirectly hurting the rest of their group. After that the man had angrily begun bursting the bugs that attacked him to bits. In retaliation, the magic in this place had caused that same pain to reflect back towards him, magnified tenfold. Every time he'd tapped into his feelings, let his emotions run wild, it had cost him.

He wouldn’t make that same mistake again.

Laeonas looked into the inky blackness, panting hard from both the running, and the fear that was running through him. It’d take him a long while to actually calm down and focus— and that was time that he simply didn’t have. In front of him, the sounds of metal on metal continued to ring in his ears. Behind him, the sounds of the others and the abomination that pursued them grew louder. In front was the unknown, and behind him was an unspeakable wrong… and the others.

Neither option— like every option they’d had to choose between— was good. However, he at least had an idea of what was behind him, and there were other people. It was a matter of choosing between the “devil he knew” and the “devil he didn’t.” So, the man chose accordingly

Spinning on his heels, Laeonas would rush backwards, tearing through the darkness and following back towards the flame. He’d only stop when it’s source was actually visible— or if he found that the others had been horribly dismembered.

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[Ruzaan Kai]

Abandoned Building​

Ruzaan's eyes, narrowed in anger, widened in surprise as the trigger-happy Ranger managed to hold onto her blaster. His Force Pull jerked her aim a little, but she was too close to miss and both shots connected on the Togruta, impacting against his chest. One bolt was enough to take down a fully-grown Ranger; two was overkill for the young Jedi. Knocked senseless, he slumped down across the Sith Trooper he had been crouching over.

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[Arctus Friers]

[Not-so] Abandoned Building​

His not-friends in his previous line of work usually described Arctus as the guy who's missing some screws and not simply having a few of them loose. He knew they were right, though – as dramatic as it sounded to anyone that he had to choose between being the smuggler he once was and the Jedi Padawan he was now after being faced with having to have potentially lend a hand in (accidentally) killing a seemingly innocent man, Arctus himself would sure as hell second that motion about him being a dramatic little shit.

You sure as hell are, commented the Dark Side, half-amused and half-irked by the internal struggle that was currently happening within the man's mind. For something without a corporeal form It 'sat' on the corner of the thought-room, watching as the smuggler, the Padawan, and the confused man in between as the three lamented about the doctor's death, each taking responsibility for what had transpired. Yawning despite It's lack of a mouth, It snorted as the three Arctuses all turned to look at Charlie from the thought-room as the Sith woman claimed sole responsibility and accountability for the doctor's death.

Arctus the Padawan protested, but Arctus the opportunist Smuggler agreed. The bickered and fought, with Just Arctus worriedly wringing his hands in the background. The Dark Side would've rolled It's eyes if it had some. It decided that It would just watch, but wouldn't mind tempting and mocking the unstable man every now and again.

The internal struggle seemed to happen for ages and ages but in reality all it took Arctus to decide what to say to Charlie was a mere six and a half seconds.

The yellows receding, hazel grey met green and Arctus, just Arctus, replied with a startled but slightly relieved, "O-Okay. If you say so. But– ah, you know what? Never mind. Just gonna cross that bridge when we're all outta here."

Arctus felt the same draining sensation he'd felt when he first opened the mystery door back in the chapel, eyes narrowing as his gaze lingered on the door knob while he pushed the North door open. At the sight of the room before them the former smuggler tensed, seeing the familiarity between this room and the mist room. And while the lack of the mysterious orange mist brought small relief, the Padawan felt a chill crawl up his spine as he and Charlie made their way inside.

Then came a feminine voice at the far end of the room. Arctus's gaze alighted upon a seated woman, dressed in a light blue dress and her face partly obscured. He returned Charlie's gaze with a reluctant nod before pressing forward towards the mystery gal.

Preacher? She meant the priest, right, the mad one back in the chapel? Because she talked in the same cryptic manner as he. He couldn't get a read on anything, even the Woman, through the Force and he knew that that was enough cause to keep his guard as high as he could. Unlike Charlie who accepted the offer of the seats, the Padawan remained standing. Blasters in hand but not yet aiming them on anyone, Arctus stood behind the unoccupied seat and stared at the Woman.

"No, thanks, ma'am. I'm good," he told Her politely with a brief shake of his head. He wanted to sit his ass down and get a breather, but his instincts whispered no at him and insisted that he remained standing. So stand he would, gaze locked at the Woman and at the same time ready to support Charlie if the former suddenly turned into one of the undead and attacked.

While the Sith woman voiced out what she and the Jedi wanted the most given the situation they found themselves in, Arctus blurted out one question, the doctor's last words and the priest's proclamations floating on the forefront of his mind.

"By any chance, are you the Mother?"

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[Drak Vúlfur]

Crumbling Ruins​

Managing to avoid the centipede as he made his way forward, Drak kept running without ever stopping, not even bothering to look back at the monster that just went past him, if they actually had any semblance of luck, the centipede would buy them some time against the far, far worse creature that was coming their way. Unfortunately, the amnesiac Mandalorian would not have much of a rest as hands began reaching towards him.

There were no many things they could do to fight back against those hands, but Drak sure as hell wasn't going to let them get a good hold of him evne if he was probably the slowest one because of his heavy armor. If the hands made it too difficult for Drak to move forward, if they ever got too close, he would use his blaster once more and shoot back at them, the light of the blaster bolts making it slightly easier for the Mandalorian to look forward before they dissappeared from sight as they hit the hands, Drak would try to keep track of how effective the blaster fire was against those hands and stop doing it if it only seemed to piss them off, otherwise? Blasting away would probably be what kept him alive.

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[Senin Ravelo]

Crumbling Ruins


Senin continued to scream in panic while he entered the corridor where the two women were. The young man would have continued to scream, if he wasn't silenced by the kick of one of them. It made him fall seated on the floor, while the Acolyte felt pain on his face.

While he was dizzy due to the kick, Senin thought that he really hoped to never be hit this way on the face again. If it happened in normal circumstances, the young man would have tried to kill who did it with him. He would also have screamed several profanities in Basic and Sil-Cale. However, he didn't have time for it. There was a creature that could only be described as the spawn of a nightmare coming toward him.

Before he could get up, Senin heard the sound of a blaster being shot. He turned to see the Mandalorian firing against hands. Bodiless hands. The young man widened his eyes behind his mask. What was it now?

While the hands started to cross the doorway, or what once was a doorway because now there was only darkness, Senin crawled on the floor on all four, trying to stay away from the hands.

After he found strength to rise from the floor, Senin ran, trying to stay as far away as was possible from these hands. He was afraid of what could come next, he only wanted to leave this place alive.


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