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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 29, 2007 13:53:41 GMT -4
Ordo’s high magnifying sensors saw the grenade before she even put her hands on it. As she leaned in for what would probably be Mereel’s last kiss, Ordo grabbed Mereel’s neck and pulled him back. The explosion was deafening, and Ordo screwed his eyes shut. He saw the bright red and yellow colors beneath his lids.
His brothers were running towards them now. Ordo was aware of someone screaming, and some rational part of his brain realized it was Mereel. Ordo opened his eyes and threw off his helmet. “Mereel?” he asked. “Talk!”
He was aware of the doors inside Tipoca City open and close. He cocked his blaster and aimed it at Kal Skirata, his adopted father. As soon qas his eyes registered to it was, he dropped the DC and said, “Shao put a grenade into her mouth. She tried to take Mereel with her.”
Kal kneeled down beside his sons. Mereel was grunting in pain. Emotional or not, Ordo didn’t know. The grenade had melted the right arm of his armor, and it was slowly sinking into open flesh. Mereel cried out as another small jet of steam rose into the air. “Take off the armor,” Kal instructed.
They started to remove section by section of armor, rushed only by the fact that Mereel was hurting. “How will we get off the melted armor?” Jaing asked. “It’s stuck.”
“Keep tugging until it comes out.” Kal took out his three-sided knife and started working on a particularly large piece. “We can’t have and nerve damage.” They could hear the desperation in his voice.
Mereel cried out in pain at every touch and grab they made for his arm. “Sedate him!” A’den yelled. “He’ll wake up the stormtroopers!”
Kom’rk took out a syringe from his weapons belt. “Sorry, vode,” he said, before inserting the needle into Mereel’s exposes neck. The screams quieted down, and Mereel’s body went limp. “Keep trying to get that armor off!”
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Post by Revan Jast on Jul 29, 2007 17:34:25 GMT -4
Darth Selas laughed as he absorbed the lightning.
"It only makes me stronger, Vader. Using the dark side against me only adds to me. Try again, see what happens."
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Post by hk47fan on Jul 29, 2007 17:51:59 GMT -4
Vader
My anger went over the limit, and I finally just jumped up into the air and slashed down at his arm. "YOU WILL DIE TODAY! BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shouted and then tried to stab his chest
"Your death will be a glorious victory...." I whispered
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Post by Revan Jast on Jul 29, 2007 17:56:55 GMT -4
As Vader came down, a dark cloud surrounded Selas and he vanished. However, half a second later, he appeared again to the left of the dark lord, who was fuming.
"I have many tricks, and by the end of this battle you will be wore out, and I will stand strong, ready to strike you down. You claim to be Sith, but you fail to show it to me. Surely the dark side hasnt gone to hell?"
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Post by hk47fan on Jul 29, 2007 18:12:36 GMT -4
Vader
I yelled out in anger and turned to Darth Selas. "You'll die today, whether or not by my hand." I said coldly as I stood face-to-face with him "There are Jedi here....they'd kill you. And of course...the Light Side is your primary weakness. Something you have no defense against."
I am wasting time. But he must die...ahha.....I have something else up my sleeve.
"But for now Darth Selas, may you die, and the first part of Tipoca perish...." I said and then de-activated my lightsaber and put it back inside my cape, then took out a comlink and yelled into it "NOW!"
I put the comlink back into my cape quickly as large blaster fire rained down onto the platform, and I took a flying leap back inside the city as the platform I was on seconds ago perished....
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Post by Revan Jast on Jul 29, 2007 18:20:01 GMT -4
As fire rained from above, Selas leaped onto a chunk of metal that was falling and concentrated. The metal slowed down and then stopped. He floated himself up to another platform and glared in the direction Vader had gone.
"Might as well save it for another day..."
He walked back to the city his blood thirst on the rise.
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Post by hk47fan on Jul 29, 2007 18:28:46 GMT -4
Vader
My troops began to look out the windows to where the platforms once were, to make sure he was dead. "It is no use. " I said simply as I turned towards the door that would go further into the city "I do not feel Darth Selas's presence as strongly anymore, but I have learned it is not easy to kill him...but for now he and Selas have at least been neturalized. They will die soon enough..."
They turned, and simply began to follow me as I moved further into the city....
Now, after taking care of those two, it is time for Trok to die....
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 29, 2007 21:02:11 GMT -4
It’s time for Trok to die.
The thought came, unbidden, to Cerasi’s mind. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. She shut down the controls, and left the ship. She took a moment to look in the ship’s metal hull and felt her throat tighten up with anger.
Her eyes, yellow, flecked with red, closed and opened again. She would meditate on her anger later and heal her wounds. It was time to box the Rebels in. Let the Kaminoians run and hide. This was personal.
And she continued down the private path her stormtroopers had made through the Rebel’s lowly defense. She reveled in the moment. This was where she would stand. She was a master of killing.
Only sixteen. Somehow, that brought her some sadness.
”You wouldn’t kill your own brother, would you?”
“Of course not…”
Yes, she would meditate later. It would be for the best.
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Post by Revan Jast on Jul 29, 2007 21:15:31 GMT -4
Selas looked at the nearest Imperial trooper.
"Kill them," he said, pointing to the others.
The troop opened fire on his own men.
Laughing, Darth Selas went on his way.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 30, 2007 0:16:18 GMT -4
The bodies of allies and enemies shared one floor, one grave. Cerasi found it touching in some way. A sharp pain racked her body, and in the middle of her thoughts, she fell to her knees, gasping for breath.
Let me out you Sith freak! Let me out!
Cerasi moaned as another wave of pain announced itself. Holding her head in her hands, she focused on the unseeing eye of a Rebel Gran, preparing her mental blockers.
But how do you block a part of you? One that’s always been there?
Cerasi grunted in pain. “You were never there,” she whispered forcefully. “I’ve always been here. Living my life, doing my duty to the Empire.”
If you were doing your *real* duty, you would have killed yourself long ago on Naboo.
“You’re a part of the Light Side,” Cerasi muttered. “I can feel you… You made me miss my chance with Redgrave!”
Naos Redgrave is of *no* concern to you. Now. Open. The. Kriffing. Doors.
“No.” Cerasi had already thought up a name for this voice: Blue.
Then I’ll do it the hard way.
And then Cerasi felt a pain too unbearable to imagine. It was all she could do from screaming. It felt like one-thousand hot knives had penetrated her ribcage, like she had been a chewtoy of a Nexu, like…
Blue was gone, and Cerasi’s own red persona took over. A quick mental check decided that Blue had exhausted herself trying to escape. As Cerasi got up, she smiled. Then another memory, unbidden, came back…
“Vader came. Came up those stairs like he owned them. Had a legion of stormtroopers behind him, men I served with and protected. Didn’t know what was going on until one of them shot. A kid I trained with since I was four went down. I remember calling his name and holding his hand as he died… He told me to get out. ‘Find your friends and get out.’ So I did.”
“I found Nait in the library. Vader had him in some sort of trance, I don’t know what it is. Nait onw’t talk about it. Vader took my throat and tried to squeeze all the life out of me. Jaskia came up behind him with Serra Keto. They distracted him long enough for us to escape. Found Naos near the landing pad. Jaskia caught up: Keto was dead.”
“Then we made it to the landing platform. There were only three ships, and there were four of us. Nait and I decided to open up a black market on Corellia. Jaskia would track down Padmé, and Naos would hide on Onderon. We had it all planned out.”
“Then you guys came. Saved me out of a tight spot with CSF. I showed you my hideout, and Kossk rescued Nait from the ‘planetary motel.’ The rest is history. Let’s not talk about this again, Sora.”
Cerasi didn’t remember anything besides that. Remember wasn’t the right word. It was more like an imagination. Blue was playing tricks on her again…
She’s take care of Blue later.
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Up. She was finally up. Fi lay down on the wet walkway and looked up into the sky, filled with the laser cannons of two ships firing on each other, Imperial and Rebel. Fi made herself stand and looked at the spot she had been laying. She turned away from the bloodstained floor and bent her legs.
She jumped and landed on the next landing pad. She willed her legs to obey her as she started to slip, and jumped, landed on the next 'pad, then the next...
Blasterfire could be seen in the distance. And Fi had a lightsaber. Simple equation.
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