A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
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Herein lies the ruins of the once proud cybernetics division of the Red Dawn Medical Center. Destroyed in an explosion, and the ensuing fire that followed, several hundred perished here. It is still smoldering in some places, and it is not fully secured as far as infected individuals. While they are few and far between, they are still around. Only the sealed entrance kept the hangar bay safe.
[/font] I murmured, squinting against the looming darkness. I felt no need to introduce myself- not yet, anyway. [/font][/ul][/ul]
The air was choked with dust and greasy smoke, and an orange glow emanated from around the corner we were approaching. It seems the Jedi wasn't lying about the state of the cybernetics wing after all- I assumed he'd at least been exaggerating its state of disrepair in an attempt to dissuade us from pursuing the matter.
I also assumed my choice to ignore his warnings would result in immediate violence. It seems I don't know these people as well as I thought. But it's funny, don't you think, that the only voice of reason was their pet Sith? Only the dark siders in the room were willing to relax, and see the matter for what it was.
Do you know why that is? I do: power. The aggression we were shown was the product of fear- fear that we would take what we wanted, fear that they would be unable to stop us, fear that their power was insufficient. We three, on the other hand, know our power levels and where we stand in relation to one another. That's why having guns drawn on us didn't upset us- cause they couldn't have killed us if they wanted to. That's why Adieumus' transparent bias didn't spur me to violence.
And that's why Loki simply walks with me now, unafraid and unassuming. Because he knows his own power level, and the luxuries- and freedoms- such a thing provides.
Stepping over a corpse bearing the LAN sigil on its armor, I rounded the corner and found the source of the glow: the receptionist's desk (where Adi was supposed to be, hm?) was buried beneath a pile of still-burning rubble. The smoldering coals mixed in with the shattered duracrete gave off enough light to see by, revealing smashed computers and broken medical equipment all over the office area.
I sighed.
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I tucked both of the LL-30 pistols into my belt, freeing my hands to reach beneath the ruins of the desk. I seized the collar of a female corpse dressed in business-casual, and dragged it out into the open. Perhaps, if we couldn't find a working computer, she could give me the information that I need.
Loki sighed inwardly as he looked around the room, he doubted the man could hear them but deeper within the wing the lament of the infected was faint, the wing was massive and he knew that from his arrival it had been sealed rather than clearing out the infected. That was different now. Master? Loki hissed between his teeth, these men came under the guise of peace and neutrality, yet now they kept trying to goad them to battle. Loki swallowed his hubris he was not going to eat the mans bait, not today. "Perhaps if we clear it. Yes Adi would allow it." Loki said emphasizing Adi's name. Loki listened as the man talked about fear and that only half hearing as he looked through some rubble, there was a massive piece of durcrate laying leaned against an entrance way, Loki could have used the force, but he figured this would give the man pause. It easily weighed six or seven tons. Loki gripped it with one hand and flipped it away as though it weighed next to nothing, it blocked the main fabrication room to the wing. As soon as Loki moved it the cries of the infected grew louder. Loki stepped through the entrance way and into the room. He sniffed he could smell decay, the infected, and fires that should have been out deeper in the facility.
Loki didn't like this, this had nothing to do with the ominous feeling that he had the others had picked up on. And he needed his strength for whatever was coming. "There are cybernetics here, this room is strangely untouched." Loki called looking around the room but watching the blown out back wall, where the cries emanated from Loki walked there and stood looking down the hall, the flickering light created deep shadows flickering down the hall. "They are coming." He muttered. "You find what you're looking for, I'll deal with the infected." He said walking down the hall. He said it loud enough for the man to hear him. As he said it his White saber on loan from the boy and his dark saber came into his hands, still with the familiar snap hiss as he walked into the flickering light.
Fifteen thousand pounds of solid duracrete tumble through the air, looking for just an instant to be completely weightless. The fallacy of that observation is quickly dispelled by its landing- an impact that had all the qualities of a bomb blast: the entirety of medical center shook as if beset by an earthquake (an effect surely experienced by those we'd left behind in the hangar); chunks of rubble exploded from the ceiling and the walls, weakening their already questionable integrity; and a plume of dust so thick and heavy that it blacked out the entire corridor arose instantly; and I...
I am baffled. What I had just witnessed was...impossible.
No, really, I mean it. It might be obvious to anyone that the Zabrak was extremely mutated. Indeed, I'd come to the immediate conclusion that he was the product of intense genetic manipulation- probably an altered clone, although there were other possibilities. 'Ah, so his muscle and bone density have been dramatically increased,' you suppose. 'Impossible,' I reiterate. Impossible to achieve the density and strength necessary to perform such a feat while limited to the compact form the Zabrak inhabits- not without his frame collapsing under its own weight, shaking the very firmament with its every labored, tortuous step. Oh, he is a titan among his peers, I admit, but to toss that chunk of duracrete, he would need to be a true behemoth, the size of a small bull rancor.
So, the only explanation is that he's been subjected to alchemical experimentation. Even that is a stretch- Sith magic is not truly magic, after all, but simply more exotic and arcane applications of the force- but it could be possible. Except, I am without a doubt the most skilled practitioner of biological alchemy still alive after the Cataclysm, and I sense...nothing.
Like I said, it was impossible.
Oh, well. Maybe when this is all over with I'll dissect his corpse and investigate the matter. For now, I have other business to attend to. His assumption that I've chosen to venture into these ruins to sift through scraps of tech littered on the floor in hopes of finding exactly what I need is a strange one, but I don't bother replying as he disappears into the dust-filled corridor, toward the screams of the infected.
Instead, I kneel over the corpse of the woman I'd retrieved from beneath the desk, and close my eyes as the dark side rushes in at my beckon-call.
Loki looked back the way he came, in the hanger a new beacon of light shone brightly among those there, wait not one but two. Loki hmmed it felt familiar yet decidedly different he turned a corner and nearly came face to face with an infected, it lurched for him but tripped, it was nothing but skin and bones, Loki sliced through its skull cleanly and it dropped to the ground he could see others in the distance, howling and screaming yet when they had moved with such purpose had first now they seemed nearly exhausted as the lurched towards him. Loki threw both sabers down the hall guiding them with the Force, not bothering to close the gap, the few dozen creatures fell with thuds as the sabers hissed among them then flew back to their master, during this time Loki noticed that some of them clung to the ground chests heaving, not moving, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling no threat to him, undisturbed by their comrades falling amongst them. This bode well for him and the unknown stranger in the back Loki decided that there was minimal threat here now. Disengaging his sabers and clipping them to his belt he held out his hands, and drawing on the force peeled back durasteel paneling, creating a blockade that any shambling weak infected would be hard pressed to break down, just to be save he walked back another dozen meters and did it again. He turned heel and walked back through the entrance he had made and entered the room noticing the man kneeling over a woman. "Hmm." Was all he said as he leaned against the wall watching intently, his eye darting towards the hanger entrance and wondering what now had arrived here.
I ran blackened fingertips down the corpse's face, caressing the cold, hard flesh. Her features were unmarred in death- if a little bloated- but lower, her midsection had been savaged. Her entrails were missing, probably eaten by the infected, and both legs were completely shattered. Fragments of white bone protruded from rotting wounds. She had not died easy, but that would make this easier. Those who died violent deaths tended to wander a little more freely in Chaos, and tended to answer my call with less of a struggle.
[/i]"[/font] I said in a harsh whisper, and the force reverberated with a thunderclap.[/font][/ul][/ul]
Caught in a black whirlwind of energy, my hair and robes fluttered violently, mirrored by the cadaver I now held cradled in my arms. The ceiling groaned, dust sifting down, and down the hallway, the screams of the infected rose in pitch.
And then it was gone, disappearing as suddenly as it had come. For a moment, there was nothing. Then her eyelids fluttered, and her lips parted.
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[/font] I said hastily, laying a finger over her lips. "None of that now, dearest."[/font][/ul][/ul]
Dull yellow eyes shifted upward to meet mine, a window into a mind that knew nothing but pain. Were I capable of empathy I might have felt guilty for shoving her soul back into this ragged, flayed body. As it were I simply gathered my strength once more. To raise a corpse is a simple task- but the end result is a ravenous, slavering meat puppet, incapable of anything but rabid obedience. To actually pluck a soul from Chaos and drag it back to the mortal plane...well, let's just say I'd had to roll my sleeves up for that one.
But I don't need her for long.
Drain Knowledge is a less arcane technique than any of the necromantic arts, but just as useful, and in this situation, it was either scrape the information I needed from her brain, or have what I imagined would be a painfully slow and dramatic conversation with the flayed zombie. I made shushing noises as I laid a black hand across her forehead, letting the dark side seep into her newly resurrected consciousness. To endure the shock of returning to the living, and then the cold, vicious rape I now visited upon her mind...if she hadn't been insane before, she soon would be.
[/font] I tell her, distracted. Images flit before my eyes and voices fill my ears as I am taken far away, into the living mind of another being.[/font][/ul][/ul]
I don't know how much time has passed when I finally release my magic. She heaves a ragged sigh as her spirit flees shrieking back to Chaos, then goes limp in my arms. I drop her unceremoniously and stand, brushing the dust from my cloak. Blinking to clear my vision, I cast a glance at the Zabrak.
