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Post by Netherworld on Apr 24, 2013 8:41:36 GMT -5
Ok, I wrapped my fight up in a single post, as I didn't want you two to have to wait any longer than you already had to; hope it's okay.  Her fights were usually not very long and certainly lethal for the other party; this time was proving to be no different, save for the one thug that fought distinctly better than everyone else combined. Due to his enormous build, he abused the sheer mass of his body to throw his weight around. She'd never have admitted it to anybody, but he had a number of close calls when it came to avoiding his brutal charges; she was certain that if hit, there would be little of her left to wipe off the shining alloy that made all the surfaces in the vessel annoyingly reflective. That reason alone gave Vrag enough motivation and drive to evade the continuously more focused attacks of the looming giant. Despite his height, the cyber-pirate was irritatingly quick on his feet, parrying each of her attacks with grace unbecoming the amount of muscle clinging to his bones. With gritted teeth she threw a mean kick in his gut, but missed. Again. The Sith's red eyes flared in rage and it took her all to keep herself from taking the brute head on; even a foolhardy berserker knew what would definitely kill her. So the two kept dancing, desperately attempting to outmaneuver the other while trying hard to stay alive. In retrospective, it was a bad idea to try and tackle him with a Force-enhanced pull. In her rush to finish the scrap with the thug, she forgot to account for the doubled, nigh-tripled weight of the pirate. His massive from was against her own painfully frail body in an instant; way to close. The distance – the distance, which must never be disturbed – was broken, and his hand, thick almost as her thigh at the wrist, reached for her wielding hand. Even with all her rigorous, devastating training and augmentations, the shocked scream of agony tore from the Sith's throat. Her red eyes blurred with tears of pain as she swooned, almost losing her footing. The only thing that kept her going was the immediate numbing of the wrenching ache in her right arm; she had always thought the implants and alloy fortification needless, but now she was eternally thankful for their addition to her body. The metal woven through and around her bone from the tips of her fingers – or remnants of those, really – and all the way to her elbow joint kept the brute from turning her hand into a crushed mess of ripped muscle, torn tendon and pulverized bone. If there was a single good thing to the leader of the pirates being so close to her, it was the fact that she, too, was there, in reaching distance of his vital parts. Sure, the Yaka had armor, but even the best of armor had weak spots, and his were now easily accessible by the lack of space between the two. Vrag bit her lip to stifle another groan and put all of her strength into the muscles of her legs, lunging herself to face-level with the humanoid pirate. Biting distance, fucker, her mind reveled as the sharp white teeth drove into the exposed flesh of his face. There was not a shred left, not a vestige of mercy for the Yaka as she yanked back hard, using her knees against his body for leverage. The maneuver allowed her to maim him, incapacitate him and propel herself momentarily out of his blinded reach. Ten points for execution, she grinned madly as she spat the meat in her mouth in the Yaka's face. Right is still useless, thank the Force for my charred nerves, her mind was racing as she was assessing her situation in the few precious moments of impasse. The red eyes of Vrag Poletja frantically scanned her surroundings for anything that would prove useful as a weapon; she was not nearly proficient in the Force enough to take down the giant with it alone. Ergo, she needed something to impale him with. Her red face painted with the black tattoos was growing more and more fraught by the second, as she could already feel the pirate before her recovering. The clock was ticking and her time was running out. "Gotcha!" she hissed and her eyes were suddenly afire with newfound élan to fight. A barely perceptible gesture of her left hand, and then her fingers were tightly wrapped around the handle of a familiar weapon – the lightsaber. The blade buzzed to life when she thumbed the button, and so did her smile at the sight of the startlingly green weapon. There was no time to lose as the Yaka squeezed more firmly and lined up his gun for the killing shot. He never got to pull the trigger, however, as the laser blade had already pierced his wrist, effectively fraying every synapse in the area. No more gripping, bastard, Vrag rejoiced and exploited the Yaka's pain to the furthest. First she freed her abused right and then finished their duel with little flare and much efficacy. A huge head rolled to the floor, the veins in its neck instead replaced with now severed tubes that leaked oozing liquid. The Sith keeled for a moment, dropping from her adrenaline high and feeling the consequences of her risky moves full-strength. The fight around had mostly ended in the meantime, the Jensaarai, the Twi'Lekk whore and the prisoners taking care of the rest. As the Zabrak pulled to her feet again, she cast a glance to her useless right hand. Clipping the lightsaber to her belt, she went about peeling the brute's hand off her wrist. Sure, she'd severed the Yaka's arm, but the fingers and half of the gauntlet had stuck. Pain clouded her vision with each small vibroblade that she yanked from her bleeding flesh, finally pulling the hand away. She lifted her arm in the air to observe the damage, cradling it safely from the elbow up. As expected, the blades had dug in deep, scraping the alloy underneath, but not damaging anything that couldn't be healed, apparently. A blaster flew into the grip of her left and she fired a couple of fast-paced shots into the beheaded body in front of her, pressing the scalding-hot barrel to her bleeding wounds. "Fuck," she exclaimed through ground teeth and threw the pistol away the second she was done. "What are you staring at, harlot?!" she snapped at the blue-skinned alien as she saw her looking, mouth slightly agape. |
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Post by Amilthi on May 9, 2013 10:36:01 GMT -5
"Oh... I hope you get the money to have it fixed sometime." This was indeed the only comment that came to Emily's mind upon hearing of Nasiri's disability. The implication that her rescuer was a former slave wasn't lost on her, but it was really too much to ask of her to find a good thing to say to that, so she pretended not to notice, but her heart filled with sympathy.
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Post by Solaris on May 10, 2013 22:04:51 GMT -5
Well, if procrastinating gets me a post, I'mma do it more often. "I'd honestly rather not," Nasiri said after a moment. "I can get cybernetics to help me see in the infrared, or to hear ultrasonic sound, but it's still . . . well, I just have enough metal and plastic in my body, y'know?"Nasiri smiled warmly at the sympathy she felt coming from the girl crawling along behind her. If Emily had said something, Nasiri might have had to resent the pity, but it was nice to have someone feel sorry for her. With her, more so than with most other people, it truly was the thought that counted. Not a lot of people in Nasiri's life saw her as more than a pair of tits or as a weapon - or both. "Alright, hon. We're coming up on the corridor leading to the hangar bay. I'm going to drop out through that maintenance hatch, make sure it's clear, and then when I give the go-ahead you follow me. 'Kay?"
Do try to avoid power-gaming by describing other people's characters' reactions to yours.
Also, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to loot some crushgaunts if I were you. Just sayin'. "This way," Zei'ira said as she rose up from the crouching position she'd taken near the wall opposite the pirates' last stand. The blue Twi'lek had been looking for an opening to get a shot in, though she wasn't quite sure which one she'd wanted to shoot more. She went to holster the pistol, but realized she wasn't wearing her holster and resigned to holding the weapon a little longer. "The hangar's down that way, right-"The sudden sound of someone banging on the grate above her interrupted her, and Zei'ira backed away warily. The hatch popped open, falling to the ground with a bang, and a blur of black leather and bright red hair tumbled out. Nasiri bounced to her feet, grinning merrily at the group. "Admit it, you missed me."To her credit, Zei'ira took that change in stride. She was much more accustomed to the swirling changes of combat situations than her youth and soft appearance might otherwise indicate; she was, after all, a dropout of the Imperial flight academy and a member of the Ryloth planetary defense forces, engaged in most of her adult life against the Sith in one of the most hopeless battles on the forgotten war. Training the blaster on the petite Human, she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Who sze 'ell are you?"Nasiri smiled disarmingly, not at all afraid to be in the presence of people her lover was traveling with. "I'm-""-With me," Char interrupted brusquely. Nasiri had a habit of talking much, much more than absolutely necessary - they'd have time for her to make friends later, when there wasn't a mob of pirates about to descend on them and kill them all. "Picked up a stray," Nasiri said crisply, looking over at Char with a cool expression as she motioned for Emily to follow. She could pick up his sense of urgency, and knew that they didn't have forever to be standing around talking. That didn't mean he had to go interrupting her so rudely. "Name's Emily Sodhrin, she's a prisoner here that they put to work."Char grunted acknowledgment, the stray thought running through his head that it was a good thing the pirates hadn't had time to put any of their current crop of prisoners to work. He didn't much care to think about what they would have forced Nasiri to suffer through. "Zei'ira, you know where the hangar is?""Yes." The Twi'lek nodded. "Let's roll."Zei'ira led them down the corridor Char had hurled one of the warbeasts. She stopped short of the sealed blast door, ducking to the side of it and motioning for one of them to go through first. "On three," Char said, recognizing what the Twi'lek was doing. He suppressed a smile; he hadn't thought her military-trained. Char motioned, counting off with his fingers. One. Two. Three. "Go!" he said as he breached the door with a telekinetic blast, the metal giving way with a shrieking tear before Zei'ira dashed through to the left, Char on her heels to go to the right. "I could have done that for him," Phoenix sniffed over Nasiri's comlink. "Sometimes it's best to let the boys show off," Nasiri giggled back as she followed through into the hangar. She'd thought it perfectly silly of Char, of course, but when he got all excited in a battle he didn't stop to think about other options. Well, that was what she was there for. A quick survey told her that the hangar was empty, practically devoid of life save for a few droids whose electronic signatures stood out to her Sensor-Specs. The hangar was fairly small for a ship the size of the Ravager, barely large enough to take the hundred-meter-long Celestial Phoenix. The Phoenix had been forced to retract her s-foils, folding them back like a great bird in order to fit. "All clear, let's go!"
Safely aboard the Phoenix and her hold packed full of rescued prisoners and what materiel they were able to lift from the hangar as they escaped, she lifted up off the deck and turned her main cannon on the hangar bay's containment field generator. Char sat at the controls, Nasiri taking the co-pilot station. The redhead motioned for Emily to take the system operations station to their left. "I admit to this being entirely more satisfying than is quite proper," Phoenix remarked as her turbolaser vaporized the generator, collapsing the field and setting up a ferocious windstorm in the hangar as the atmosphere started rushing out. The ship maneuvered carefully out through the hole in the pirate frigate's hull, she jumped to hyperspace almost before they were clear. "I have some irregularities, Captain," she said once the stars had streaked out to lines before the flash into the otherworldly vortex of hyperspace. "If I could trouble you to look it over.""In a bit," Char said. "I gotta go deal with our little Sith.""Emily, would you mind doing it?" Nasiri asked, rising from her spot now that the ship no longer needed her assistance. "I'm sure Phoenix could help you find your way around." |
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Post by Netherworld on May 11, 2013 5:54:11 GMT -5
Yeah, sorry. ;S it's just that it was one long post that served my character only and I wanted to give you a bit of a cue to continue; I for one am not a fan of posts I can hardly reply to. Thanks for the tip, by the way. I thought the lightsaber was enough loot, but if you insist…  The nerves in her right hand were still tingling uncomfortably, but the sting was bearable; even though the damage done to her flesh was extensive, her crippled nerve system made sure that she didn't collapse into unconsciousness from it. The sight, on the other hand, was something else. In addition to caked blood and massacred muscle, there was a blaster-shaped burn trailing across the back of her hand and the butchered wrist. "Fucker," she spit on the decapitated pirate and kicked the dead body for good measure. At least I got a decent weapon, the Sith tried to console herself while cradling her injured hand. The others - namely the Jensaarai and the Twi'Lekk whore – were ignoring her, but she was completely happy with the luck of attention. For once it felt good not to have some or other's eyes boring a hole in the back of her head. Could she make a run for it, now that her former captor wasn't careful? For a moment, she was seriously contemplating the idea; but then she remembered that she still wasn't a suicidal maniac. And if the Jensaarai was able to beat her even when she was at 100%, she stood no chance now. "Sithspit!" she cursed under her breath and put the thought from her mind; no use getting all worked up over something she couldn't change. At least at the moment, she thought wistfully. With the softest of grins curling the corners of her dried lips, she crouched to the Yaka's body, peeling the remaining, undamaged gauntlet off his huge arm. "With a little modification…" she muttered pensively, turning the crafty weapon before her eyes. Finally she rose, a satisfied smirk crowning her features. It disappeared quickly, however, when a humanoid form dropped from above, the only thing announcing it a loud bang and the sound of an amortized landing. Somebody skilled, Vrag immediately decided, her hand already on the handle of her newly-acquired lightsaber, ready to strike. It turned out that the redhead was with the Jensaarai, though. "Damn," the Sith rolled her eyes when yet another obviously incompetent whimpering girly joined their strange, involuntary mix. While still sighing heavily, the Zabrak followed the rest of the party anyway, nigh unbearably furious with knowledge that going with them was her only sure-fire way off the station. The rest of their escape was more or less unimpeded, save for a couple of mechs that they quickly dealt with. The Sith had held back most of the time; partially because she felt much safer with everybody in front of her, and partially because the idea of engaging in combat with her hand in the state it was in wasn't particularly appealing. In any case, they boarded the ship, Sparrow or Stork or some other birdy name, and hyperspaced their asses far, far away from the pirate frigate. _____________________________ She didn't wait for the Jensaarai to peel himself away from his redhead wench, and instead went to find the medbay she had been kept prisoner in before the pirate vessel had seized them. Not that she was particularly enthusiastic or sentimental about the place, but her hand needed medical and mechanical attention, and needed it badly. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, though, as the Sith training wasn't in any way gentle or cautious. She frowned, looking over the equipment. It was difficult, carrying everything to the table with just one usable hand, but somehow – and naturally, with the help of Force – she managed. Finally ready for the well-known procedure, Vrag strapped her right hand to the slab and clipped the straps tight; she might not feel the pain, but her nerves were going to. Finally she stuck a rag between her teeth and, with a sigh, got down to work. The local anesthetic came first, numbing the remaining synapses in her right arm – and there weren't many - , followed by a sharp scalpel knife. Then came some gauze, and more of the pretty scalpel, yet more gauze, and then for the coup-de-grace, the hydrospanner. It was funny, really, to mess around your own arm like that. Sure, the sight was familiar, but one never got quite used to it. Not completely. There was alloy melded with bone, circuits with nerves, hydraulics with muscle and sinew with plasteel. "Why hello there, my dear magnets," she grinned as she reached her broken, mutilated fingers. "How are you feeling today?" the Zabrak's smile grew even wider when she extracted the magnetic implants in her phalanges in order to fix what was underneath. Just as she was about to put them back, the sound of footfall stopped her in her tracks. Figures, she groaned in her mind, recognizing the Jensaarai's Force aura. |
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Post by Solaris on May 18, 2013 20:31:27 GMT -5
"Too dark," Nasiri remarked with a shake of her head as they walked out of the bridge. "That Sith girl, she's entirely a blank to me. I can't read her any more than you can, Char."
"So your mind tricks wouldn't work on her, then," the big Jensaarai ruminated, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
Nasiri blinked in surprise. He knew about her talent for manipulating minds? Then - did he know -
"Not nearly so well," she said, covering for her momentary shock she hoped rather well. "I could, um, nudge her mind, but it'd be like trying to sculpt something in the dark. She'd notice I was doing it, and I wouldn't be doing a very good job of it even if she'd let me."
"I don't know, that one might be worth the price of admission," Char chuckled darkly. He wouldn't have done it himself nor let Nasiri change Vrag's mind for her, of course, but the thought was entertaining.
"I doubt she could get any crazier," Nasiri agreed, "but I'd much rather not find out the hard way. She is, after all, a Force-sensitive."
"Barely," Char grunted.
"You're worried about her," Nasiri said, placing a gentle hand on his arm and looking him in the eye. "Char, sweetie, she's - she's dangerous."
"I'm dangerous," Char snorted. "She's predictable."
"She also has a lightsaber now."
"So that makes three of us," Char said with a shrug - he knew Nasiri had at least two lightsabers of her own, though she rarely used them. "Doesn't make her dangerous."
"No, the fact that she'll use it on you if given half a chance makes her dangerous," Nasiri snapped, frowning up at him. "I don't trust her, Char, and it's not just because I can't read her. She's a Sith."
"Jensaarai traditions derived from Sith traditions," Char pointed out. "Hell, look at Revan." He was familiar with the story of the Prodigal Knight through Nasiri's closeted fondness for the tales of the ancient Jedi.
"There's a world of difference between a former Jedi who turned to the Dark Side out of desperation and an idiot who snarls and threatens everyone and everything around her, lashing out with neither sense nor control like a rabid garral." Nasiri stepped out in front of him and folded her arms beneath her breasts. "She's not a person, she's a weapon - and more importantly, she's a weapon aimed at you."
"Yes," Char agreed, nodding grimly. "And I'mma gonna follow that muzzle flash on back to the fella what made the mistake of tryin' to kill me - an' sendin' a stupid half-trained kid to do it."
"Oh, well, so long as it's not an insane plan. Oh, wait, yes it is." Nasiri rolled her eyes. "But you're going to do it regardless."
"Well, yeah." Char chuckled as he walked past, heading towards the medical bay on the far side of the ship.
"Havin' fun?" Char asked as he walked into the medley.
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Post by Amilthi on May 31, 2013 11:24:30 GMT -5
Enough metal and plastic? Emily's thoughts involuntarily brushed Nasiri's front side, and she smiled wryly to herself. She did find the objection slightly puzzling - if Nasiri had so many implants already, why would another minor one in her eyes matter? It didn't occur to her that Nasiri might have an uneasy feeling about this kind of thing if she had received them in captivity, so she just shrugged and crawled on up to the exit hatch. "Alright", she said, and watched Nasiri open if, peer out, and let herself down.
Her body language and the greeting to be heard made it clear that there was no danger, so Emily leaned forward and stuck her head out through the opening to have a full, if upside-down, view of the corridor. Nasiri's boyfriend was oddly fitting - both of them seemed to be the perfect embodiment of the visual stereotype of their respective genders; only that Nasiri did things that people with such appearances usually didn't. It was to be seen if the same was true of him. Then there was a Twi'lek girl, a species which, while they were almost universally considered appealing, Emily perceived as curiously devoid of individuality: she could never tell apart two Twi'leks except by the color of their skin. And a Zabrak woman with - she screwed up her face at the painful sight - a gruesome would on her hand; which, strangely, no-one seemed to mind. This confused Emily, but her attention was drawn towards the conversation.
"Uh... Hi everyone" she said, a bit embarrassed and distracted by the way that her brain had associated the word stray with dogs.
Emily dropped into the corridor and followed the others, throwing occasional wary glances at the Zabrak and keeping her distance from her. She found the woman's presence somehow disconcerting, but at least the other was, understandably, preoccupied with her wound and didn't pay Emily any attention.
She observed Char's proceedings with the door from a safe distance, expecting, upon the warning, something to blow up. She knew no more of the Force than that there were certain ridiculously rare individuals who had magical powers and that they named it as their source. But she was in the business of creating magical powers through intellectual ingenuity, and there, nobody paid much attention to such things. They were simply irrelevant, because they weren't in competition. For all that any engineer knew, the Force didn't make ships jump into hyperspace or resist the impact of gunfire; nor did it create independent, intelligently thinking artificial intelligences.
Interestingly, the fact that Char just had to extend his hand to cause a violent reaction in the door still made an impression on her. Something in her subconscious mind insisted that pushing a button to make something happen was not as impressively magical as extending one's hand into thin air.
However, her attention was immediately seized in its entirety when the view into the hangar opened up to her. The ship that was revealed to her was rather larger than expected and looked to be of very recent design. From the outside, she could merely recognize that it had retractable foils and a couple of weapons mounted in strategically sensible positions, but given that it hosted a powerful AI, there were likely many more features to it. It must have cost a veritable fortune to acquire, more than these people looked like they had, but then maybe a Jedi had special funding behind him. Eagerly she ran over towards the descending boarding ramp...
Aboard the Phoenix, Emily was only to glad to immerse herself in exploring the controls she was assigned. In truth, there wasn't much to do - everything was operating in perfect autonomy and she could use the time to discover what "everything" was. She merely looked up for a moment to see the blast of the turbolasers clearing their way. She felt her heart jump and a satisfied grin appeared on her face for a short moment. She could, to the extent that saying this made sense, completely relate to the AI's sentiment - having a powerful solution that, metaphorically or, as in this case, literally blasted a problem to pieces was satisfying.
Emily hadn't even finished her survey of the ship's system when they were safely away, smoothly transisted into hyperspace, and everyone visibly relaxed. Emily sat back and just looked at the blue in front of her, feeling somehow weirdly detached from reality on account of the rapid and ridiculously improbable change of her circumstances. She was roused from the incipient trance-like state by the ship-mind's warning.
"Uhm... Sure. If the captain won't mind?" she said a bit hesitantly when Nasiri prompted her to attend to the matter.
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