Desolation clung to the Jewel of the Core Worlds like a thick fog. The taint of the dark side permeated from the ruined duracrete. Leon Baudelaire’s eyes scanned the horizon. He glanced down at his EZPhone. He wasn’t far from the location. Leon wasn’t a stranger to twisted abominations in the force. His work as a padawan on Ord Matell forced him to look into the eyes of a flayed man. He’d spent more time understanding the twisted machinations of zealots than any other Jedi he knew.
So, when he heard the descriptions of the abominations here in the core he knew he needed to get a look for himself. Should he have told someone he was coming here? Yes. Had he? No. This was something he had to do, he could feel it.
Leon moved like a shadow. He concealed his signature within the force and moved from cover to cover taking it slow. His head stayed on a swivel the closer he got to the medical center, but… there was something else calling to him. Baudelaire slid in behind an overturned speeder and closed his eyes. His surroundings were drenched in pain, horror, and hate. It was stifling.
Suddenly, something crashed into the overturned vehicle. Leon rolled out of the way, just narrowly escaping a free leg amputation. A massive amalgamation of limbs, teeth, and claws let loose an ear splitting screech. Baudelaire didn’t waste time trying to comprehend the thing, he flew into action.
Moonlight, sprang into his off-hand in a defensive position while his main hand fired off a force push as he attempted to create space. The rush of force power barely budged the abomination, but it was enough for Leon to get to his feet. The monster slowly turned to face him and began walking toward him. Leon flung any and all the debris he could at it, but nothing slowed it down.
It lunged.
Three pairs of arms reached for him. Daybreak sprang into his main hand and ignited. Baudelaire dove forward, turning over so his chest faced upward mid jump and slashed out with both of his lightsabers as he passed under the leaping abomination. Leon landed hard on his back, the wind was driven out, but he managed to carry over some momentum, rolling over his shoulder and coming back up to his feet.
Multiple limbs made a bread crumb trail to the monster. It’s body convulsed and Leon started running. He had no idea if these things could regenerate, but he knew he’d see things like this explode before, and it was fucking gross. As Leon rounded the corner he heard the abominations keening wail and felt a freezing cold chill run down his spine.
So, when he heard the descriptions of the abominations here in the core he knew he needed to get a look for himself. Should he have told someone he was coming here? Yes. Had he? No. This was something he had to do, he could feel it.
Leon moved like a shadow. He concealed his signature within the force and moved from cover to cover taking it slow. His head stayed on a swivel the closer he got to the medical center, but… there was something else calling to him. Baudelaire slid in behind an overturned speeder and closed his eyes. His surroundings were drenched in pain, horror, and hate. It was stifling.
Suddenly, something crashed into the overturned vehicle. Leon rolled out of the way, just narrowly escaping a free leg amputation. A massive amalgamation of limbs, teeth, and claws let loose an ear splitting screech. Baudelaire didn’t waste time trying to comprehend the thing, he flew into action.
Moonlight, sprang into his off-hand in a defensive position while his main hand fired off a force push as he attempted to create space. The rush of force power barely budged the abomination, but it was enough for Leon to get to his feet. The monster slowly turned to face him and began walking toward him. Leon flung any and all the debris he could at it, but nothing slowed it down.
It lunged.
Three pairs of arms reached for him. Daybreak sprang into his main hand and ignited. Baudelaire dove forward, turning over so his chest faced upward mid jump and slashed out with both of his lightsabers as he passed under the leaping abomination. Leon landed hard on his back, the wind was driven out, but he managed to carry over some momentum, rolling over his shoulder and coming back up to his feet.
Multiple limbs made a bread crumb trail to the monster. It’s body convulsed and Leon started running. He had no idea if these things could regenerate, but he knew he’d see things like this explode before, and it was fucking gross. As Leon rounded the corner he heard the abominations keening wail and felt a freezing cold chill run down his spine.