Niango

Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:42 pm by Dominic Krystar

*He could feel it, the doors had begun to crack, but he needed more power still, they would bend to his power, they would shatter and then the slaughter would begin. He relished in it as he focused on his bitterness, his hatred and directed their power into the shatterpoints at a horrific rate. They would not last much longer.*

*A pinprick of light caught his attention. It was as if a glint of sunlight had flickered off of something in the back of his mind, barely alerting him to it's presence, but that was all he needed. He didn't need this distraction, he had a mission and he had to complete it, this would only get in the way. Too bad, he didn't have the luxury of ignoring it, he had to confront it, meet it... destroy it. He wouldn't fail. No, the fates hadn't given him that easy of a path to travel, his was far more challenging; far more rewarding. With a final burst of energy shot into the doors' shatterpoints, he flicked his body around, one of the sabers in his lowermost left hand dropping, his palm flew outwards at lightning speeds. At a mere whim, the projectile shooting towards him stopped mere millimeters away from his palm, then turned and rapidly shot back to where it had come from.*

*He could see the being now, a man it seemed. Very well... let him come. He was more than prepared. He let his shadowed eyes look towards the man, a slight smirk crossing his face. He immediately recognized the man's blades, and by the look of him, he'd been near the blast when the ship had detonated. He would use the man's fatigue to his advantage.*

*Perhaps this adversary would prove a challenge for him. Too long had he endured the near effortless slaughter, no real skill or excitement could he glean from them. This however... was different. It had been a long time since one had been foolish enough to challenge him in such a manner, but then again.. this one had potential. He could feel the anger beneath the surface, although this man buried it well, he could see that words would not sway this man, he seemed set in his ways. Nonetheless, he spoke, his strong voice seeming to echo across the shattered landscape.*

"Show yourself, for what glory can be gained by fighting in the shadows? They will swallow you up, they will steal you away into the nether world.. come to me. I sense a burning anger inside of you.. release your anger..."

*As if to taunt the man, He spread his arms wide, the six sabers once again held in his hands. They remained deignited for the moment, but that could change. He would get back to the temple.. for now he simply barred it's gates closed, focusing a massive amount of energy towards their hinges, melting them in place.. the inhabitants should now be trapped inside, for a time.*

Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:52 pm by Anna

Zemear watched on in silence as the creature paused, the blade stopping just shy of impacting him. The Epikanthix's mind shot into over drive. The blade turned around, shooting back toward its owner, and with a movement that was almost too quick for the eye to track Zemear shot up his left hand, and caught the blade between his thumb and forefinger, the tip inches from his face. He flicked it around, caught it, and jammed it back into the slit on his vest. It was time to engage this thing now that he had its attention.

His eyes narrowed on the being, his fingers tightened on the hilt of his blade, and the expression on his face spoke that, Zemear probably hadn't learned that Jedi like notion of ... letting one's opponent make the first move thingy.

No, Zemear was more into incapacitating something that clearly was evil, and this thing certainly was that. Zemear could taste the acidic darkness rippling off the thing's body, tainting the air with its foul nature. It made his muscles tighten, and his eyes sharpen. It made the large youth tense, and it absolutely made him want to attack first.

So, he did.

He wasted no time in bringing up his long sword, and taking a step forward, quickly with his right leg. His blade came down rather quickly, powerfully at the creature's upper most, left arm. It moved in a diagonal manner, seeking to bite into Dom's left shoulder, and cleave him to his right hip. The motion was not as swift, as it was powerful. Zemear did not hold back his strength, and though he wasn't wielding the blade with two hands, his left one was by no means, dormant.

In fact, his left hand already had his left long sword ready, horizontally at Zemear's mid section, preparing to stop any attack from the potential lightsabers held in the bottom most, four arms of the being. The last thing Zemear wanted was for those energy beams to spring to life...inside of him. He readied himself for what was sure to come, be it force, or saber. The important thing, was ending the threat, before it had time to kill anything else.

And the temple doors shuttered.

Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:51 pm by Dominic Krystar

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*He could feel the anger, the intensity of the man before him flowing through the force. He could feel the energy raging within his opponent's body as he prepared to strike. His lightsabers ignited simultaneously, their red blades snap-hissing to life as a grin spread across his features. The one side of his face scarred and pitted, the other smooth and clean. His eyes burned with a new light as he felt the thrill of the youth as he'd charged ahead. That split second was all Dom needed, the mistake was already made.*

*Energy already coursing through him began to build, no longer pouring into the shatterpoints of the doors. His uppermost left saber flicked upwards, ready to parry the sword which was now tracing it's way downward while the two below it swiftly stabbed forward at the man's ribs. He grinned as their blades met, electricity sparking along the blades' lengths as they fought for control. Dom sneered as his eyes glew alight, a deep burning within shining forth.*

"Didn't they teach you?... You always lead with the left foot."

*He took a strong step forward, pushing backwards with his blade, attempting to force the youth back onto the steps leading to the doors of the temple. He guarded his torso with the other arms on his left side, the sabers crossing his body from left to right. His uppermost right arm stabbed downward at the man's body, a stab would be harder to block than a swing at this point. He could feel the energy at his fingertips and he let go... He felt the energy make one final course through his body before snaking through his lower two right arms, arcs of electricity shooting forth, a deadly torrent of dark force lightning bursting towards the man. Now not only would he have to counter Dom's shove with his saber, but he'd have to do something about the Force Lightning streaking towards his body.*

*Dominic Krystar... Lord Tordic... Yes... His former name sounded so.. human. Nothing like the near godlike status he'd attained. He was perfect, the scars on his flesh nothing but a reminder of a time when he had been imperfect, naive, hopeless. He could have opted for facial reconstruction but no.. no he liked his scars, he carried them just as he carried all the rage and bitterness from the past, but now he had a direction, he had a purpose.. and he would carry out his purpose to the end. He glared at the youth, daring him to try something.. anything, already the dark tendrils of the force bore down on the young man's mind, attempting to cloud his vision, his thoughts... they tread carefully, searching for a weakness.. any opportunity he could use to break this young man's mind.. his spirit.. and then steal his soul.*

Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:54 pm by Anna

Halted in motion, his right blade was, sparking and stressing against the energy beam of the lightsaber. Zemear's mind still resounded with the hissing of energy as it shot through six different lightsabers simultaneously. One was enough, but six. This would either be a very long, difficult battle, or a very short, and easy one. The term easy, lightly put, was bestowed upon the Sith Zemear was pitted against. As he pressed against the other creature's blade with his own strength, his mind alerted him to movement below that focal point, and Zemear's left blade quickly flicked upwards in a arc, batting the quick stab away from his body and forcing Dom's two left handed sabers to shoot off to his right. That was ok, because, that was where the creature was about to put them anyway. They just didn't meet flesh.

yet.

Zemear was certain one of those things would get him eventually. And there it came. His left eye caught a flash of red. The being's right upper saber turned downward, ready to drive into his left shoulder. With right blade locked, the only option to avoid the brunt of this attack was to continue the arc of his left blade, which he was doing already. A mere turn of his left wrist sent the continual moving left blade in a tight, vertical circle. Its path would put the long sword in line with Dom's quickly descending blade.

And he felt the burning of flesh as the saber grazed his upper left forearm in it's motion. His steely eyes looked into those crimson ones of this dark creature, and even as the saber bit into his flesh, there was no wavering in them. He felt the pain, but he did not let it effect him. Dom might recognize this as a mark of a man...no, a boy, who had been through quite a lot of pain already, to the point that he was almost numb to it. His look, was more expressive than most others. He used his eyes to speak for his speechless form. And his eyes did not speak of unruly hatred, or dark anger. They spoke of fiery determination to protect those that were important to him. He would not fail again, as he had in the past. He would not allow this being to kill anymore people, if he could help it, and he would fight to the death to defend those who could not defend themselves. That, was what this being would find in his eyes.

Zemear leaped backwards, his right saber slipping free of the lock, and his left one braking from the right saber blade which had wounded him. And he'd made his move none too soon. The moment his feet hit the ground again, he felt the burning sensation of electricity biting into his skin and ripping at his clothing. With grit teeth, he brought up his blades again, crossing them before his body in hopes of deflecting most of the lightening away from his person. His feet slid back a bit at the force such a force power unleashed, and considering the metallic vybro swords were not light sabers, they did little in absorbing the lightening.

His focus was dieing down, the ability to block out the painful sensations was starting to slip. Zemear could not stay in this position for longer than the few seconds he'd already used up. Dropping to his right knee, he opted to use his uninjured arm to roll to the right, out of the way of the lightening. He dropped his left sword, the metal now blackened and warped beyond use. The right didn't fair much better, but he kept that one on his hand.

As he came out of the role he thrust out his left hand, the force flowing through him, his eyes set on Dom's figure. With a narrowed expression Zemear released the force in an explosive force push that would hopefully topple the six armed being. He wasn't sure how well the creature's balance was, but he had a feeling that it was rather good, given the lack of shatter points he had seen in the being.

But that said nothing for his weapons... and As Zemear focused on Dom's figure, to press it backwards with the force...he also took the opportunity to focus on Dom's saber hilts. Perhaps, he would have to disarm the being, one weapon at a time.

Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:58 am by Dominic Krystar

*As Dom's blade brushed against his opponents flesh, he growled; he wanted more. As the young man stared back, he felt a fiery determination within him. He could tell this man was not corrupted, and he wouldn't let himself, he would rather die first. There was only one thing he could do.. and it was his calling, his purpose. He would rain death upon them, all of those like this one; Those who stood against his blades. He grunted as Zemear rolled to his left, dropping the remains of the sword in his left hand. Dom Smiled as he felt the force push, allowing it's pressure to take his body high into the air. After completing several flips in midair, he landed next to the giant doors. He quickly flipped the sabers in his lowermost pair of arms back into their securings on his thighs, the other four raised in a defensive posture. Not even turning around he faced his lowermost pair of palms backwards, forcing a surge of power towards the doors, it was unlikely they would hold. He grinned.*

"Ah, so you are trained in the force. Care to know something those who taught you failed to mention? There are things they hid from you, they lied to you.. the question is do you care to hear the truth?"

*Dark tendrils pressed closer to the man's mind, searching, beckoning for the man's consciousness to give in, to allow the darkness a place to reside. They swam, eluding any attempts to block them out, disappearing as soon as any attempt might be made and finding another point to draw energy from. Feelings poured towards the man's mind, feelings of pain, betrayal, sorrow, fear, anger... They flowed at him from all directions. The thoughts began to search for any weakness, any foothold they could gain from which to pour more directly into the man, like a pack of wolves testing the weaknesses of a rival pack. They called forth, attempting to draw buried memories, things of the past, emotions of anger and betrayal to the surface, calling to any darkness that may have resided within the man.*

*Dom began to draw energy around himself, darkness opening up to him as his anger and bitterness drew forth strength from the force, it was seemingly endless. The sky seemed to darken, the air became thick and heated.. Dom's eyes were locked onto the man, but his inner eye was elsewhere, both assaulting the man's mind and preparing to jump backwards through the doors the moment they faltered, he would eliminate those inside.*

Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:37 pm by Anna

The angry sounds of battle, the strained tension of conflict. It all rippled from beyond the closed door, a door that the seasoned Jedi knight felt was weakening. Her large maroon eyes found the bolts that held the door in place, and the grit her teeth as they glowed a bright crimson before fading back to a metallic, and now melted gray. There was no time to continue contemplating. She'd felt darkness spike, and she'd heard the sounds of lightening strike an object....metallic.

The tresses atop her head twitched with anticipation, and as soon as she heard the light thud of what ever creature hit the ground, her bright blue lightsaber carved its way through the air with a snap-hiss. The action was done none too soon. The doors quavered again, and then shattered like glass. Alin did not move backwards, nor shift her ground. She looked at the back of the six armed creature, and then her eyes found the man standing on the other side of it. He could almost be described as battered, but not quite. There was something behind the humanoid's eyes, something that spoke of having much more strength left in him than was assumed.

And Alin felt inclined to aid him. She wasted no time in bringing up her saber in a two handed grip. Leaping forward, with the needed caution, she angled the blade down, the hilt held at her chin level. Her attempt was to drive it's azure point into the creature's spine. But if that didn't happen, she was in a position to be able to block most counter strikes. Her movements were swift, and elegant, a testament to her race, and her sufficient Jedi combat training.

So this was where the dark music had come from...

Another dark being, and another foolish assumption. He did not feel betrayed by his Jedi mentors. On the contrary, he felt aided vastly by their wisdom. With out them, with out his Master, he would have no way at all of communicating with those around him. Even though his force speech was still not at its best, he had a new level of communicating than he had ever sense the curse.

But the memories. They were all dark. They were all bloody. They were all painful. He had thought that in his meditations, that he had hidden them, tucked them away in a secret place, only to be brought out again to be dealt with on a one to one basis. This though... this was almost like the poison Ruki had tried to sow in his mind, almost like the words and feelings the Sith at the base had attempted to sway him with.

but this was stronger.

His sharp blue eyes glazed over slightly. He had yet to learn how to defend his mind completely against true invasion. He'd red a great deal about telepathy, but he'd never had any practice in the skill. Now he wished he had. The only thing he could do was hold tight to his reason, to his purpose, and to his calling. The darkside was nothing to meddle in. It had already driven him mad once. It had robbed his father of his life, it had snatched his sister away from him. He wanted nothing to do with darkness.

But...his voice.

Zemear's eyes glazed further. Dom's wicked figure filled his vision. The creature's fiery eyes soon encompassed Zemear's whole frame of vision, and the world almost seemed to spin. He almost felt like he was to whither right there, succumb to the sudden blur of dizziness that had taken hold of him, the swirl of emotions, the thoughts and dark promises... the allure of, not power, but normality.

But something shot through his vision first, before he felt absolutely consumed by the tendrils of darkness. A blue light streaked its way through his vision, almost like cutting the darkness in half, providing a rift in which he could escape. And escape he did. His balance returned, clarity came back to his hardening gaze, and his hand tightened on his right blade.

Who ever the woman within the temple was, she was attacking the same enemy he was. And he would take this as an advantage over his foe. With little hesitation, the large Epikanthix moved forward, bringing his blade low, now held in two hands, and then ripping it upward in a vicious upper cut that would hopefully take at least two of the creature's sabers to cleanly deflect, or stop. But because he used both arms' strength, it might come as a shocking impact, even for a creature like Dom. Either way, now he was in the middle of two beings who wished to end his darkened existence.

Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:51 pm by Anna

ATL

The Transport stopped in the city or Niango. Strangely enough, it seemed as if a good portaion of the city was being repaired as if something really crazy had happened while she was away. Anna looked over at Gar, and then timidly got out of the speeder. Everything she did right now was timid, because she was unsure when Chanceros would come out and begin dictating her actions. It was a strange feeling. She supposed she could be grateful that he wasn't some evil spirit that wished her harm...like the legion. With that thought in mind a thin smile came to her face and she looked at the still working and functional Space port.

I'm sure, Gar, that there would be a transport ship here we could use. Niango is very helpful to the Jedi on this planet... and I ...er. we need to get to Honoghr fast.

She looked downward for a moment, almost as if looking at herself, but acknowledging Chancros in the process. She frowned.

I've been trapped in my body all my life... I hate the fact that one of my friends is also...

Looking at Gar once more, she nodded, and then began to make her way to the Spaceport, hoping to find a ship, and perhaps a pilot to take them to their destination. Chancros was probably really ready to get out of here..there...

~Almost there...~

Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:02 pm by Dominic Krystar

*Dom had smiled, a grin spreading across his features as he heard the door shatter behind him. A rush of air he could feel as someone moved behind him. He hadn't anticipated that... however this would not stop him. He quickly brought his arms close to his body, his mind searching for but a fraction of a second for the power he drew on from within.*

*Time seemed to slow, each breath an eternity in his mind. His eyes closed, his mind losing touch with the reality around him. What had begun as a small hole within the cavity of his chest grew, absorbing energy, sucking in the very fabric of the air around him. It built up, stronger and stronger, the air rippling with the energy now contained within his body, around his body.. much longer and the force within his body would rip him apart from the inside.*

*Only several seconds had passed, Dom's arms had come in close to his body, his sabers providing protection from the front and rear, forming a cage about him.. however it was unnecessary. What happened next.. no one would have suspected.. or at least it seemed so.*

*Energy rippled outwards, at the epicenter of the blast stood Dominic, a raging fire burning within the irises of his eyes. The wave of energy shot outwards, rubble from the ground taking flight and heading straight towards both attackers. If that wouldn't distract them for but a moment, the wall of force energy continued rippling out as the bubble of energy acted like a moving wall of power. It would wash over the pair in miliseconds. Dom now stood, crouched in the center, his body evenly balanced between the two attackers, his right side canted towards the woman, his left side towards the male... 3 blades towards each. He stood awaiting their next move as a plan began formulating in his mind as his eyes caught a glance of a nearby building.. it's structure rather.. tedious. The blast had weakened its support beams and it swayed lightly in the breeze..*

Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:08 pm by Sharak Iskar

*The journey was very silent as they made their way to Niango. Gar's mind still thought about this new entity within Anna's mind. The Barabel thought it was strange how many times she had been possessed. Fate seemed to have a strange way with Anna... As they approached the city, he noted how the buildings were damaged as if something had happened recently. While the Barabel would normally explore such happenings, he needed to stay with Anna. Stopping the speeder just outside the Spaceport, he climbed out of the vehicle with her and started walking to the Spaceport.*

Thiz one knowz of a way for uz to leave thiz planet. Little complexitiez will be pushed aside.

*He pulled out a comlink device and called one of his fellow Barabels at the base to fly the Dragon's Tear over to Niango. This way Gar could fly the small ship to wherever they needed to go without any restraints. Besides, he could not leave the ship here without his supervision. The ship was on loan to him, and by his honor, he would not let it be harmed in any way.

It did not take long for the ship to arrive. The two boarded the small yet versatile craft, and Gar warmed up the engines. The ship lifted off and once it broke orbit, launched into hyperspace.*

Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:29 pm by James Frost

A small transport ship lands in a small hanger in Niango. A young man walks down the ramp. He looks over the city this was his new home. Felucia was the furthest planet he could get to with what he had saved up over his life. The first thing he noticed was the warm humid climate, his first thoughts were of what would be good crop to planet would be. But then he remembered that was his old life. Adjusting his hat he begins walking through the city, taking in his surroundings and looking for a place to stay for the night.

Thu Dec 08, 2011 9:36 pm by James Frost

It had only taken him a couple of hours but Caramel had worked out a deal with a hotel to spend his time their while he looked for work. He was also finding out fast that most people on this world weren't to friendly to strangers. Every where he looked for work ether know one would hire him or he had no clue as to how to do the job. The only thing he knew was farmin' but, he didn't know nothin' about this planets flora or fauna. So he picked up a book at a small store and found a nice shady spot to sit down and read.

Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:48 am by Zalgo

Zalgo walked through the streets of Niango as he had before. Hiding behind the Force, he was invisible to everyone who might have wondered what he was doing. Zalgo was out of place here, overtly sinister. But there was much going on in his mind, too much to allow him to be bothered by the riffraff about.

He'd been arguing back and forth with himself, contemplating how to proceed with taking over this planet. One side vehemently disagreed with changing course at all, other sides argued for adapting the plans to several unforeseen obstacles. There was an oddity, however. One voice that Zalgo's mind recognized spoke out. It was faint at first, as it hadn't been heard in many years. A faint whisper soon became a howling scream of mental fortitude. Zalgo winced, stumbling into an alley as the rest of his mind retaliated against it's internal assailant.

No one entity was allowed more control than another, that was the rule. It hadn't been done before, but all the millions of minds that controlled Zalgo would have to kill this one. But before any kind of strength could be mustered in their favor, the attacker grew larger and more controlling, vaporizing the now helpless pseudopersonalities.

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I've had enough of this. This is my body; they held me down too long; I hid for longer. They forgot I was here. I grew powerful. I watched them run their faux little councils, voting on every little thing, when to blink, when to breathe, what temperature to raise my body to, how sharp my claws should be. The mere tediousness off it almost drove me further into insanity.

I understand now, though. I know what I did wrong. The alchemy, so long ago; I shouldn't have tested on myself. But now I know that I drove my mind to shatter itself. No, not shatter, I would no longer be able to think, I suppose. It copied me, like a cancer; it copied my mind and broke it down to the simplest parts it could. It did it wrong, of course, as cancers are wont to do.

I watch them falling before me as I absorb them back into my mind. I've learned how to control the brain in this body, my brain, because they've let it go insecure for so long, thinking it were a proper defense. I simply grab them up as they run from my influence, but it's too late. Some will escape, and that is acceptable. I wouldn't want to get lonely now, and I'd much rather have a few hundred voices compelling me than millions conversing without me.

I'm beginning to feel the symptoms of owning a body once more. The steady thump of a heart, they irrhythmic movement of my laboring lungs, the lactic acid in my straining muscles. I am able to right my legs and stand up, but I recognize the feel of physical exhaustion. They did not give up this body without a fight, I can tell.

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Zalgo stood up, breathing heavily. His body had strained against itself, losing a battle it had no right involving itself in. There were less than ten of the splinter personalities anymore, and they'd taken the wisest path of action, hiding in the subconscious mind where they would have no control of the conscious, but their influence could hardly be ignored. It was the death of democracy, and the birth of dictatorship. In the body, though, no one can overthrow the vicious leader.

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I've regained my composure. This body feels foreign to me now, but so familiar. Like an old friend who's moved away and comes back, not changing a single bit; but you've grown out of him, and his antics are not as you remembered. Familiar memories are shared and you reminisce. Silently, you know nothing will ever be the same between you. You're both content with that.

I am content with this. Dominating a world is not my style, and I don't plan to continue. I don't think I have plans, yet.

Thu Mar 15, 2012 2:54 pm by Zalgo

I walked forward, slowly. My feet felt heavy and my mind was slow. I can still feel them, crawling in the dark just beyond the threat of my grasp. I could hear their whispers as they conferred on how to deal with their fate. They felt malicious, as if they wanted vengeance. I would give them no such satisfaction.

The entities were crushed, their influence ruined beyond repair. They became nothing but whispers on the wind, tailing every thought in Zalgo's mind. They meant nothing, anymore. Equilibrium was broken, and they could no longer bring themselves to create make decisions.

I walked out of the alley wearing an illusory disguise no one would find out of place. A plain-brown collared shirt with black pants. No weapons or out of place objects, and my arms visible as the sun. I looked human, and it felt disgusting.

I walked carefully to a small in, holding my breath in to hide the struggle. My body was falling to its mortal nature, lactic acid working its way through my muscles as I felt the soreness of anaerobic effort setting in. As I approached the small inn where I would rest for the time before composing my thoughts. I straightened my stance, looking at least somewhat presentable as the door opened to my efforts. The greeter smiled at me as I approached. It felt inappropriate.

Good afternoon sir, may I help you?

She couldn't.

"I suppose." I waved my hand in front of her face, penetrating her mind with ease. She was weak, thought it is difficult to blame her for such.

"You want to give me a room for no charge, as discreetly you are able to. My stay will be indefinite, but not permanent."

She had a look of confusion for a short time, but it was not out of the ordinary.

"Of course sir. You will be on the second floor, room. Here's your key, have a wonderful stay."

I wanted to hate her cheerfulness, particularly after distorting her mind so violently. Mind tricks were simply too easy. I took the key and moved towards the lift.

"Thank you." I waved my hand again, reasserting my control.

"You will forget I was here."

As my control faded and the lift pulled away from the ground floor, the same look of pure mental confusion took her face. She had no idea what had happened, nor was she aware that room 209 had been given away for free.

I strode quickly to my lodgings, desperate to be allowed to collapse and fall into unconsciousness. My knees nearly buckled as I waved the card in front of the door and walked inside. I lunged to the bed and let the exhaustion finally overtake me. Sleep came in seconds, it seemed, and for the first time in decades, I was happy.

Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:02 pm by Zalgo

My happiness was short-lived. In the center of my mind, I was back in their realm. They ambushed me, held me down with memories I'd long ignored. The killings, the experiments, the horrors I'd created. The thought it would crush my newly freed soul, but they were wrong. I am still the same deranged rodder child who destroyed his own mind with idiocy.

He was part of us, part of the bigger picture. He will be reassimilated, eventually. He is too powerful, now, but he shall falter, under pressure. In dreams, we are the invincible foes. We are the invisible stalkers, the immortal crusaders of pain and biased justice. He'll fall to attrition.

They think they'll get to me eventually. I welcome the challenge.
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I woke in a start, face down in a drool- and blood-stained pillow. It was my nose, said the mirror to my eyes. I washed up quickly, as if anyone would be able to tell beside my own discerning eye.

On my way down to the lobby, I attempted to piece together the last few years of my life. So many things crashed into my mind all at once. Raven, Lenear, Niango, the other jedi... a plague of some sort... a feather. Yes, the feather was rather important, but I would never understand it. It was explicitly stated, at the slightest inclination to research it.

In addition, I simply no longer cared. I was already hearing whispers on the wind that there was an empire gaining hold on the galaxy. As I walked out of the hotel, I was already wondering if perhaps I could find a way to help their cause. Perhaps, I could find my way home.

Wed Apr 11, 2012 4:50 pm by Anna

A light rain began to patter the ground, reminding it how heavy the clouds had gotten. Felucia was like that, water, water, water, water! All the time, in lakes, and rivers, and rain. It sat on the ground lazily, and escaped the atmosphere's captivity, some times violently and with much friction. Right now though, it was just enough to be annoying and gloomy, depressing.

One foot after the other. The water, pooling on the uneven streets, was the only thing that made her aware that her feet had actually made contact with the ground. Long, drenched strands of dark blue hair, withered from its previous luster and liveliness, hung languidly down her shoulders and back, looking more like a droopy tree than a feathery cloud as it once did. A matching set of eyes peered hard at the ground as if their own power would send devastating fissures through it.

Once, that was the case.

Once there was balance.

But through time and space.

There wasn't even cause to rhyme anymore. Her life had become a sort of chaotic free verse. That wasn't to say that she was always miserable. Indeed, she was never in that state of mind, because she wasn't really sure what that was, and she'd not yet put that together yet. Long ago, she once knew the feeling, but she'd forgotten it after several thousand years of distancing herself from the unpleasant feeling. And now she greeted it like an unfamiliar stranger. It was strange to her.

But that was ok. It didn't matter. Not much mattered anymore, save for finding that one person....or persons...or creatures, or what ever they were. She wasn't even sure why she needed to find them so badly, but she just knew she did. And it was something that kept her from fading completely into what ever she'd been spiraling downward into. Was it death? Did she die? What was death? What did it mean?

Where the Kriff was Zalgo?

I waited for you...

It was like the threatening, eerie breeze just before a chaotic tempest. She hoped this rather human looking man was the person she sought, because, well, if it wasn't, that would be really really awkward. But he felt like Zalgo...if but a bit different. Even still, Lenear lengthened her stride so that she matched with his and walked beside him.

I waited for you a long time, and... and you never came back.
Day ended and night turned to black,
And day turned a whole myriad of colors, only to fade again... and still, I never saw you.

A dark, almost black shawl was clinched tightly around her, be it as a barrier against the rain, or something to keep her own self contained was not to be known. It covered her arms completely, and a pare of thin, slightly shaky hands could be seen clinching onto it to keep it secure, as if terrified to release it.

But now, I've found you... And you are different.

For an instant, one singular moment in the time sense the incident, a curious gleam came to her eye, and they brightened just a bit.

Are you one?

Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:28 am by Zalgo

I recognized her voice before I remembered her face. She was the first of many strange experiments bordering on the idiotic, attempts at domination of one thing or another through far too supernatural means.

"I am one, for those it concerns. You are not one of them."

I looked back without breaking stride. I remembered this one from some time ago. So naive, both she and I, and yet it was a mistake. I had never needed her in the first place.

"I never came back because you were worthless. I had what I wanted, though I never needed it. You're pathetic."

I stopped and looked at her figure, its shape clearly deteriorating along with her mind. I was mildly amused with what I had wrought upon this creature with almost no effort to do so. She was going mad, and it was delightful. I pierced her already fractured mind, watching as her still powerful worldly influence partly corrupted my own, removing the color from my vision, and afflicted a dullness in my ears.

"You're pathetic, and that makes me look bad."

I removed the feather from my pocket, twirling it between the razor sharp talons.

"What shall we do about that?"

Fri May 18, 2012 9:43 pm by Anna

Her lips twitched into a thin smile for a brief moment as she felt his presence prick her sensation. He spoke about her being worthless, pathetic. Normally, she'd be flustered at it, giggle at it, retort with something else. But, she completely believed him, at least, right now she did. And though his last remark could have been lightly taken as a threat against her life, the sight of the blue feathered pen caused her to forget everything else.

Her large dark blue eyes focused on it for a moment, as if she'd never seen anything like it before. She looked confused at first, as if the thing seemed to have no place in the creature's talons, like something in a painting clashed horribly with the surroundings.

I...I don't know.

She said, half heartedly, as if the question was really not at all as important as the object in the creature's hand. She looked hard at it, through it, within it, and it seemed to draw her closer. Her feet moved with out her willing them too and her hands stopped shaking, loosing their grip on the black shall. So tightly was the fabric pulled against her, that it wasted no time in flittering around her and falling comfortably about her shoulders.

But now her arms were exposed, and Zalgo would be able to see the lines upon lines of alien scrip written on her now ghostly white flesh. To say Lenear was obsessed would be a horrible understatement. But she didn't seem to notice. Her gaze had hardly left the quill, until she finally looked at Zalgo again, and asked a very innocently spoken question.

What's that?..... It's....it's pretty.

Her dark eyes lightened a bit, her expression became a frowned, contemplative one as she tilted her head and slowly, subconsciously reached a trembling, script covered hand to touch the blue feather.

Alin watched the creature crouch, form a cage around himself with his sabers and stand there, as if taunting them, daring them to attack him. She stopped short, her blade clashing with his own, and being deflected. Her eyes narrowed as she leaped back, focusing the force around the creature, and preparing to use it.

Zemear's cut as not blocked by one, or two, but three sabers and met with good, if but slightly shaky resistance. Zemear was by far, not a weak boy. His steely blue eyes locked with those of the creature as he ripped his blade backwards, and sized up his foe, figuring the best course of action, how to best get inside the thing's guard, how to kill it.

But neither of them were truly prepared for the blase.

It didn't come as much as a shock to the Notolen as it probably would for the Epikanthix. Alin was pelted by rubble and shot backwards by the intense wave of the force. Dom's power was impressive, but Alin was a nimble creature, and she used that to her advantage. With out pause, she flipped twice in the air, and landed, one leg bent before her, and her other stretched out behind. Her saber held beside her, hilt next to her face, other hand splayed on the ground. Her tresses atop her head swayed with her movement and her large dark maroon eyes peered at the creature.

A righteous fur began to grow within her. The light of the force swirled within her eyes, and she stood slowly, fluidly to her feet as if the world around her were a great ocean and she, the elegant swimmer.

You, have done enough music making here.

If anything, seeing the already battered Epikanthix struggling to stay upright was enough to keep Alin fighting. She stretched out her hand and from her blue fingertips, green tendrils of emerald lighting erupted forth. They sought to bring forth judgment on the darkened being, and the force energy was just as relentless as the one wielding it. Alin wanted to put an end to this fight before it bot too ugly.

Something big was coming. It was like the prickly feeling before an electrical storm. Once again, red outline flashed into his vision for but a moment, and around the creature, a cage of red pulsating vans spread in all directions. Then they collapsed upon Dom, and shot outwards. As they vanished, Zemear felt the impact of several hunks of debris began hurling into him. Like a stone going through erosion Zemear dodged what he could, and stood unyielding against the rest. It wasn't like he'd not had stuff thrown at him before.

But before he could quite gather himself back together again, the wave of force energy picked his bulk up off the ground and flung him backwards, pumbling him into the ground a few feet away. His vision was knocked blurry for a moment before he heaved himself upright and looked at the dazzling sight of green light shooting toward the creature. It's origin was the aquatic woman who had aided him before. He was unsure of this force skill. It mimicked force lightening, but it was a different color, and Zemear didn't sense the same darkness he normally did from what Ruki had shot at him several times before. This was different.

But what ever it was, he hoped it gave him enough time to gather his strength again.

Mon May 21, 2012 4:54 pm by Zalgo

Sudden disgust filled me. She was horrific as she was. If I could not manipulate the whole being, why would I resort to nothing but half of it? The energy flowing in Lenear's mind became less passive, turning the soft, water like flow into gravel and pins, causing pain where it went. I squeezed her mind, waiting for her to crumple into a ball of mental anguish. Thoughts would splinter. Desires, inhibitions would mean nothing. Her id and superego would be clueless, leaving her ego to rot in its loneliness.

"It's yours, and I'm giving it back to you."

I smiled my wicked smile, teeth gleaming out through my mask of fog.

"I'm going to fix you," I said it, and I laughed. Nothing can be truly fixed. Such a notion is just a lie, but one that no one understands. Imperfection is nothing to be proud of, but I can't possibly be blamed for my own psychosis.

I pulled the feather away from her, bringing it close to my face to observe once more the tool in my hands. I did not want it. Control must be earned, not simply taken. Results require effort, and I would be nothing but a user if this feather were to rule the galaxy. No... This feather is not for me.

Mon May 21, 2012 10:19 pm by Anna

The brief moments that followed consisted of Lenear's expression becoming curious, as he spoke of the quill belonging to her. Why didn't she remember it, and why did she feel so drawn to it. But all of that changed in an instant as her mind collapsed upon itself and her vision became blurry. Instinctively she jolted, grasping for the feathered quill, as if it was some primal urge, deeper than the mind, an almost animalistic look of need flashing for an instant behind her blue eyes. Then she withered to her knees upon the ground and pressed her fingers into her head. Her eyes closed tightly and a muttered string of words filtered through her trembling lips, an almost haunted melody behind it.

He spoke again, something about 'fixing her', but what did that mean? Was she even broken? Of course she was. Her posture on the ground was proof of that. And something deep in the back of her mind told her that she was once so much more than this pathetic creature, kneeling on the ground at the feet of some demonic creature. Who or what that person was, she could not remember. That powerful being of balance and influence seemed so very far away, as if it had never existed. Had Lenear always been like this?

Her large eyes looked up pleadingly at Zalgo's figure. Her breath was almost nonexistent, if not truly so. Honestly she didn't really need to breath, but to remain comfortably in such a mortal body, it was highly encouraged... But what did that matter? Why did anything matter anymore. When she looked at Zalgo, she didn't see Zalgo. Rather, she saw a shell of a world she'd once stood upon not but a few seconds ago. Everything cast itself in dull, boring grays. Nothing was interesting, or inviting, or even frightening. It was just empty, like the people around her, and the planet beneath her, and the spirit within her. Life really had no meaning....and it was beautiful.

Mon May 21, 2012 11:42 pm by Zalgo

"You're so naive, you little imbecile. Life has one meaning, and it is to be horrible for all who participate."

I looked at her, slumped on the ground. Her mind was too broken to understand now. I crouched down, tilting my head to inspect her. I extended my left hand to her shoulder, my thumb delicately tracing her carotid artery....

No, death was all too inviting an option for her. I would return her to her previous state, just as I had planned from the start. It had been inside her the entire time, but only severely suppressed and forcibly broken. I tapped into the part of her that I'd ripped out of her mind, and focused upon it. I ran it through my mind as light through a prism, awakening it.

"Become whole again.."

As the consciousness of Lenear's other half began gaining ground and growing on its own, I felt a sharp anger at the feather in my hand. I was arrogant in my time before, when I was not whole, and even before then. Now, I am patient. I shall wait for the results I desire.

My anger, however, was swift. My own arrogance had lowered my status, ruined my pride. I was stained because of it, because of this feather. My hand gripped her shoulder, drawing blood where the tips of the talons were. I pushed her back to give myself a bigger target, and stabbed the feather-pen into the inside of her left shoulder, piercing a full inch deep.

"Become One with yourself."

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