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Post by Jannik on Aug 11, 2013 1:39:26 GMT -5
There was a brief high pitched whine as Jannik took the safeties off his weaponry, and would have been grinning if it was visible underneath his visor. "Okay, it is about time we had a plan. This might just turn out to be fun after all." He thought for a moment, "Though I do agree with our Jedi friend, Keyorin was a blue milk run, this is going to be a proper challenge." Silas was good at boosting his morale at least, death, danger and the prospect of a bloodbath just what the Rodian needed to perk up after the creepy blood-stained hallways.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Aug 12, 2013 14:05:56 GMT -5
Nesune gestured to the Padawan, her hand running over the controls of her lightsaber. "Keep Kaliendra in the center, she needs the protection. I'm sure you noticed I'm a big girl, Captain. I'll take point with you or Jannik." She looked to Silas, her expression shifting after a moment to give the woman a thin smile. "I appreciate the concern, Captain, but you do need anyone for combat ready, in a position to fight when it comes down to it. I can take care of myself... but I like the thought of you watching my backside just in case."
The Jedli looked to Rigger as they moved through the corridors, nodding at the soldier. "The shortest way to the command deck to prime the detonation, then. After that we can worry about getting to the hangar. I don't fancy myself being stuck on a flying bomb, but we can't let those things escape."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Aug 13, 2013 2:42:36 GMT -5
Nodding, Rigger led the way in silence. Being the only one with an actual head for the layout of the ship, he took point, followed closely by Jannik and Nesune. Kaliendra stood at the center of the group, with Silas at the back playing vanguard. Given her handicap, the front lines would be a terrible place to put her, though given their situation, vanguard was a poor choice for her as well, in case they were ambushed from behind.
Thankfully Jedi were known for their quick reflexes, and Nesune seemed like the particularly spry type.
Despite all of his warnings and cautious gestures, the party failed to encounter a single creature as they moved about the hallways. Bodies were scarcely littered here and there, most of them already burned. Apparently Rigger had marked the hallways in this way. Still, despite the lack of an obvious presence, no one could help but not feel tense with each passing moment.
Approaching the elevator, Rigger tapped on the console to open the door. Rather than being greeted with the familiar whoosh of sliding metal, the party found their ears molested by a high-pitched screech, still within human range of capability, but terribly twisted and mangled, much like its source. The creature was five foot four, with a weight supporting such a small frame, though most of it had been cut off. Literally. One arm was missing, the wound appearing to be from a vibroblade, and from her stomach her intestines spilled forth, tangled around her legs as she tried to wade through them.
She was covered head to toe in blood and torn flesh, her jaw broken and at a bent slant, eyes black as night and darting rapidly at the party. Slowly she reached for them, the expression akin to a wounded creature seeking help, but her eyes screamed hunger, and her tortured voice cried out for blood.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Aug 13, 2013 2:43:41 GMT -5
Silas, normally a cool sort of pirate, the solid rock against the waves of emotion, found herself stricken with terror, chilled to the bone and unable to react. The howl was enough to make her quiver with fear, but the sight of the woman did so much more to her. She fought not to drop her blaster right then and there.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Aug 16, 2013 9:02:32 GMT -5
Nesune followed through the corridors, keeping a wary eye on the bodies they passed. Shaking her head, she glanced behind them as they approached the elevator, making sure the party was still intact. "Rigger, how much far..." she started to say as the elevator opened, wincing visibly as the hideous screech filled the corridor. She looked toward the woman, her expression turning ashen as her fingers numbly ran over the controls of her lightsaber. A purple glow illuminated her features as the blade ignited, brandishing it before her to ward off the woman's advances.
"...I think now is the time for something decisive."
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Post by Jannik on Aug 17, 2013 19:13:33 GMT -5
Jannik jumped with surprise at the screech, the sound hurting more than just his hearing as it hit his antennae. "Echuta you're an ugly one!" He exclaimed as he brought his blaster to bear at the creature. Sparing a moment to give Nesune a look, "Right," he turned back to the monster, trying to get a clear shot.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Sept 1, 2013 8:08:23 GMT -5
The horrid screech sent a shiver coursing through Kali's spine, though that was nothing compared to what the sight of the horridly mangled woman did to her. Skin that was already pale turned ashen and her face was stuck somewhere between illness and horror. Shock, fear, and disgust mingled and kept her frozen in place, hands too numb to reach for the hilt of the lightsaber as she stared at the monster with wide eyes.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Sept 1, 2013 12:34:59 GMT -5
Where most would have or had stood still, be it out of hesitation, indecision, or fear, Rigger acted swiftly and decisively, like anyone else would have had they been exposed to these horrors for . . . who knows how long he had been trapped in these bloodstained halls.
"Open fire, cut it up, burn it," he muttered, his voice drained of all life or emotion. His torch was let loose, and flames fueled by a spray of chemicals filled the elevator, quickly devouring the flesh of the half-dead woman. Her screams were real, that of genuine pain, but she did not recoil from the flames. She continued to advance despite the melting of her skin, arms outstretched for Rigger, rather than his more accessible weapon.
Standard Flamethrower 12 (nat.) + 9 (skill) = 21 Attack. 21 Attack > 10 Reflex 17 fire damage, 9 burning at the start of each turn.
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Post by Jannik on Sept 1, 2013 15:40:34 GMT -5
Jannik recovered his senses—and dodged out of the way of the flames—and opened fire at the now flaming... whatever, not sure where on the things body to aim. “What are these things?”
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Standard: Blaster Rifle 17 + 12 = 29 Attack 29 > 10 Reflex 23 Energy Damage
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Sept 7, 2013 13:42:42 GMT -5
Nesune braced her lightsaber in front as the thing approached them, grimacing as Rigger's flamethrower treated the mangled woman to a very hot time. Her fingers held firm to her hilt as she swung, the arc passing overhead as she took aim at the thing's head. "Whatever they are, I wouldn't fancy running into any more of them."
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Standard: Attack 19 (nat) + 14 = 33 33 > 10 Reflex 12 Energy damage
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Sept 8, 2013 21:05:33 GMT -5
Silas took a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to calm her own nerves. It worked to an extent, as she was no longer shaking in her boots, but she still couldn't bring herself to act. Especially since Rigger and Jannik were right in her way of fire, and Nesune had already lopped the creature's head off.
"Is it . . . ?" she asked, letting the question trail off unfinished.
Space Master's Note: The damage done is more than significant to kill the creature.
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Post by Jannik on Sept 8, 2013 22:03:22 GMT -5
Jannik sighed, giving the fallen creature a harsh kick with his boot. "It is dead, I think." He aimed his blaster at the center of whats left, and unloaded a few more shots. "It is now, anyway."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Sept 10, 2013 8:42:30 GMT -5
Kali hadn't had time to react as the creature was quickly torn through, only managing a small step back now that it had fallen. "What... what was... That-- That was a person! A dead... They shouldn't have been..." She shook her head, the only thing stopping her from once again throwing up was the lack of anything still in her stomach.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Sept 10, 2013 14:23:39 GMT -5
With the . . . creature dead, Rigger stepped around it to consider the damage done. Not one to take risks, he gave the body a few more torch burns, until the skin was all charred black and the hallway reeked of burned flesh.
"Tee kay dash two oh seven," said Rigger, his expression blank and hollow. "She worked on the engineering deck. We . . . we should go. The sooner we get to the bridge the better." Not one to waste time, Rigger stepped into the elevator and unceremoniously nudged the charred corpse out from the way of the sliding doors.
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