- Aug 28, 2020
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Well, Jerex plan didn't seem to work, the blind jedi's resistance to pain was noted and, well, Jerex couldn't help but respect that a little, pain resistance was something the old legionnaire also had built during his training as a sith and he knew just how tough it was to not fall to the ground after being hit with such lightning. However, the force was also his dominion, and even if the blind jedi was good at seeing things, using the force to attack a precise, small part of another force sensitive required effort, and effort could be picked up on, specially by another one that considered himself an expert at using the force. So, once he started noticing what he was going for, Jerex quickly stopped using the lightning and redirecting his focus and his call on the force towards defense, using a combination of telekinesis and force endurance to protect himself against the telekinetic attack.
Of course, that meant the jedi was free from the lightning and could use the force to retreat, Jerex let out a small chuckle as he retreated, even if the grenade attempt was quite foolish, the blind jedi did have some fighting spirit in him and went for a move that could've killed the old sith without a second thought, quite merciless for a jedi. "That was quite interesting, but you should listen to mister..." Jerex looked at Flood, who didn't even have the decency to tell them his name yet "Well, he hasn't really told me his name, but his work here is quite interesting so keeping it safe is a priority, I'll stand watch"
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The Padawan kicked the circle he had made in the door and the result was a hole that he could walk through. Before doing so, Isen looked over his shoulder and gave a nod to Izel Thral, his mentor and teacher. He looked into a simple room as he stepped through the hole he had carved and immediately was drawn to the person on the bed. Isen's eyes circled the room and reached out with the Force to sense if he might be alone with whoever this was before approaching.
The beeps and wires that connected this individual to medical machines and the slow, labored breathing, allowed Isen to discern that they were in dire straits. Further, as Isen approached he noticed that this humanoid was badly beaten and disfigured. Whether by battle, torture, or something else, Isen couldn't tell. Futher inspection and he saw the straps. Isen assumed it was a prisoner, tortured.
The young Kiffar approached, carefully inspecting the specimen, currently asleep or comatose. He tried to read the machines, obviously showing vitals, but he wasn't versed enough to know what all they meant. Things looked bleak, but steady. Phlegm or blood caught in the throat of the body strapped to the bed. The beeping sped up, but the gurgling ended quickly and the machines seem to stabilize again. "You must be important. I assume that beast outside was meant to protect someone like me from getting to you." The Padawan would do his best to reach out with the force, speaking aloud as well as to the mind should that work. Asking basic questions, simply trying to get a response. "Who are you...How can I help you...What is your name..."
The Padawan was young, untested. He had always had Izel Thral for guidance. This was uncharted for him. As he asked these basic questions, he could only hope for a response.
Her aim was true more so than anticipated. Minerva grinned at the rancor’s pain. It quickly transformed into worry as the beast in the midst of its torment began to stomp on the ground. The Mandalorian jumped out of the way as one foot slammed into the spot where she had just stood.
Rolling to the side she looked up, ready to shoot for the other eye out. Yet to her surprise the bull rancor collapsed on its back shaking the ground. For a moment Minerva just sat there, examining the now dead monster. A noble kill. Just the thought of this accomplishment swelled her soul with pride.
I’m applying for a rancor’s signet once this madness is over.
Subsequently the floor shook once more. Turning around Minerva saw Nara jump off from her beastly opponent, slain by lightsaber through the brain. Then without warning the adrenaline wore off and the pain increased as she sat amongst crushed bones, gritting her teeth more and more. The Jedi rushed over to her side, causing the armored warrior to tense up.
When Nara told her to stay still, Minerva titled her helmeted head in puzzlement. Before she could demand an answer it came as the knight closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In that very moment, Minerva felt the agony lessened somewhat.
Immediately the merc realized what just happened and sighed. On one hand she felt shame that the force was used to heal her though on the other did Nara did just help. Reluctantly Minerva gave a nod, silently expressing her gratitude and...some newfound respect.
Once the Jedi asked her question, she answered. “I believe so. C'mon let’s get going.” Saying Minerva stood up, retriving her fallen blaster rifle. Then taking one of Nara’s hands she flew them out of the pit though with difficulty and a bit of pain.
Minutes later they descended onto the floor outside the left door.
Nar ShaddaaIzel nodded back to her apprentice before he left. She worried for him, but there wasn't much she could do. Their mission needed to be accomplished, and time was of the essence. She felt confident he would rise to the occasion. Of course, that didn't mean she was just going to sit around and wait for him to do all the work. The Vratix took a deep breath and centered herself, beginning to meditate.
Despite the great darkness pervading this place she was able to focus her thoughts. Slowly her wounds began to close up, though there was only so much damage she could repair on her own. It would take many days to get back to full strength. For now, she was doing only what was necessary to get her up and moving again.
While she healed herself a part of her focus remained on her Padawan, following him into the next room. Thankfully he wasn't that far. She could sense another presence in the room as well. Faint and weak. Not a Sith then, though they carried enough pain and misery to be of the dark side. Taking a deep breath she spoke through the Force, trying to connect with Isen. "We haven't much time..." She warned him. Even now she could feel other presences elsewhere in the tunnels. Dark and powerful, and growing closer. "If they can move, take them... If they can't... Make your questions quick..." She desperately wanted to be in there, but her wounds still ached terrible and only grew worse when she tried to move. For the moment she focused all her energy on the healing process.
Salek ran back through the main sewer tunnel, mind scanning out for anything to help. The sewers weren't well maintained, but they weren't completely decrepit either. Between his bad vision and his rush, he couldn't spot any nooks or rubble piles that would realistically hide him. Then he came upon the dead Gamorreans. There was still enough life in their fading cells that he spotted them easily.
The Jedi dropped into a slide near the biggest concentration of chopped-up bodies and Force-pulled them over on top of him. The cauterized wounds made them smell disturbingly delicious, but he didn't have time to be weirded out by that thought. He lay still beneath the bodies and tried to breathe as quietly as he could, listening and peering through the Force to try and find any pursuers.
He'd lost his lightsaber. Three Sith - three! - and he'd just walked right up to them like a moron. He wanted to thrash himself for his stupidity, he wanted to strangle Tavano for giving him a fake bomb, but he couldn't yet. Force users would pick up on those emotions like bloodhounds. He tucked the anger away for later, giving it a quiet place in the very back of his thoughts. For now, he had to survive.
He pulled out his comm. They tended to be loud, but he turned its volume all the way down and stuck the speaker against his ear. "Tavano," he whispered quietly into it.
"You know how I feel about being called that," his Master's flat voice responded.
"Yes I do," Salek replied in the exact same tone.
"Hm. What's your status?"
"Dying, thank you for asking. I'm in the sewers, not sure where."
"Don't worry, your tracker's working fine," Lentus said. "I'm almost docked and ready to unload passengers, then I'll be back to pick you up. Get anything useful?"
"Working on it," Salek felt the growl in his voice. "Don't take the scenic route."
He switched the comm off and slid back out from under the pig pile. The tunnels behind him had felt clear, inside the walls and out. If any Sith were coming after him, they were good enough that it wouldn't matter if he was hiding, and he'd rather not be stabbed while cowering under a bunch of dead bodies. Besides, the first creatures had found tunnel entrances, and he got the feeling they wouldn't stop when their free meal began shrieking.
He was stuck between two bad options. One way, a mob of bloodthirsty killers. The other way, a trio of bloodthirsty killers. But at least the second option had the potential for allies, not just a lonely struggle against a flood of angry claws and clubs.
Salek started back toward the Sith lair at a jog, footsteps as quiet as he could make them. He pulled in his Force presence until he could only see a tight bubble around him and a dozen meters ahead, hoping that it would be a small enough signature that the Sith wouldn't pick up on it. When he got to the tunnel's original three-way branch, he could feel life signs approaching from the left.
When Nara and Minerva exited the tunnel, they saw the blind Jedi from before. His armor and clothes were scorched in several places, and he was covered in ashy soot and bodily fluids. He gave them a shy wave and gestured them to duck down and be silent.
"Center tunnel," he whispered. "Evil lair. Three Sith at least. Two are heavily armed. And we have to hurry, the infected are closing in fast."
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