Let's play 'whack a mole'

[Veritas et Lux]

Spoiler: big image is big

Dr.Rashesh... The selkath hutt engineer was laying in the medical bay in critical condition. The space station and research facility, destroyed...

The lights flickered on and off at the power being switched from the main generator to the back up generator. The life support and emergency lights were the only activity powered by the reserved energy. Dead bodies littered the bloody halls that weren't cut off by blast doors. Rashesh was the last survivor that was able to lock down the medical section before the plague spread, and hook himself up to anesthesia. Everyone else fell prey to the Rhakghouls genetic plague or locked out to be dealt with and ripped apart by the infected anyways.

For hours there were moans and shrill screams that echoed through the halls, and the sounds of claws scratching at blast doors to no avail. Until there were no more, and silence fell over the facility, Rashesh stayed awake. Now that it had stopped however, he hooked himself up and fell under into the drugs.
Without power for communications and escape pods being cut off by blast doors and a research team turned Rhakghoul, the selkath was stuck in stasis, dwindling no the hope of a miracle.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

(ooc: sorry big picture is big)

 

[D.C.]

A dark figure stood in the center of a room in the station. He was clad in an all black robe and his face was hidden deep within the dark hood. He wasn't tall, about 1,55m in height, but looks didn't count for much. In his clawed hands he clenched two saber hilts. The left blade was a bright orange, glowing brightly. The other blade was an unusual one. It was created by a crystal he'd found on the bottom of a lava river on Mustafar, roughly four years ago. It was a lava crystal.

With a hiss the blades deactivated. The Noghri glanced around the room quickly and saw the dead Rakghouls he'd killed only moments ago. He grimaced as he clipped the sabers to his belt. He'd come here to deliver a package to one Dr. Rashesh. It was just a simple courier job, because he needed some quick money.

If only he knew what the hell was going on on this station, he'd probably have brought his Brother along. But Brother wasn't here. Brother was somewhere else. Khutarrah would do this alone, this time. And he was perfectly capable of doing this. He'd become quite powerful over the years.

He reached out in the Force and sensed that there was someone else alive on the station. Khutarrah wasn't evil, not sadistic either. He'd try to help this one if possible. He knew how to heal others through the Force. He just hoped he'd be able to find this one in time. He could sense this one's lifeforce, but that didn't mean he instantly knew where to look.

He quickly walked towards a door that led out of the room. He used the Force and opened the door with telekinesis. It slid open with a soft hiss. He looked to the left, then to the right, but there was nothing. The dark corridor was empty. Here and there flickered some broken lamps. Sometimes a small spark. Khutarrah took a deep breath and turned to the right. He'd follow the 'trail' left behind in the Force and try to find this survivor.

Hang on! he thought. Just hang on!

The Noghri Blademaster was on his way.

 

[Zen]

A Tall Blue Robed man stood in the Hall, His Lightsaber also seen enlightened, yet his force was hidden. He was unaware how he manged to get here it must have been the drugs he took. Either way, his face, hands, legs, were unseen he wore a robe custom by himself. He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back in his sleeve. He was aware of two known presents still here. But was of course it's exact location, He blasted the door opened with a simply push, something unlike him, yet his head pounded like a hornet's nest."Bloody Drugs."He said coughing a bit he made his way slowly around the corner, keeping his eyes on the rode, and senses out around the area. He was hidden, it was highly Unlikely he'll be sensed unless the two of them were stronger then him In Force Concealment or understood it better to counter act it.Death did not like this idea. Death Monomyth dreaded for this minute.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The anesthesia was wearing off, Rashesh's blurry vision was coming into focus as he sat up, hands shaking and head bobbing back and forth. His arm raised slowly, shaking, to let the medical droid finish patching his slimy arm. He stood up. His knees were weak and buckled, his body following to the sanitary floors. Standing up once again, legs shaking, he stumbled his still drugged up self to the security terminal across the room. He had a sway, a swerve, and a limp in his walk from the drigs.
He fell onto the terminal and held himself up. His hands, working at the screen and the controls.
A blast door had been breached.
"Chaos take me!" He exclaimed, hand clinching his forehead and sliding it over to the back of his next. There was nothing he could do to lock down the blast doors now, there just wasn't enough power to do it.
He tried to catch video feed from the cameras he could access from the terminal, but he couldn't access them all and even the ones he could had a bad feed.
He thought for a second, chattering his teeth, and checked the blast doors in this area, his 'quarantined zone' he had created. Everything was clear, nothing was compromised on this part of the station. He was safe like a surrounded city, too fortified to be breached, yet no escape could be made. However at a a second mull-over he noticed the blast doors were opened near the hangar that was on the far side of the facility...
Was there somebody else on the station, or was it just the rhakghouls? There was no way to tell, the station in it's current state.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Can we get an admin to change this to ask now?

meaning please ask to join thread even if it is open now.

 

[D.C.]

Khutarrah sensed something odd. It was as if... as if there was an emptiness in the Force. Instantly the Noghri knew what this meant: there was another Force User around who Concealed himself. Because of this, Khutarrah wasn't able to sense this one's alignment in the Force. But what did that matter, actually? The Noghri reached out in the Force to show every living being where he was and how very powerful he was. His alignment was a little vague though, for Khutarrah didn't devote himself to the Light Side or Dark Side alone. He studied all aspects of the Force and did whatever he wanted to do. Hopefully he'd scare off any potential Force Using Enemies.

He continued to walk down the corridor, but stopped after a while. There was something down there, something was staring at him. Khutarrah bared his teeth and unclipped his lava saber from his belt. He thought he knew what it was, that lurked in the shadows. And the following moment he found out that he was right.

A Rakghoul leaped from the darkness, with claws stretched out. Khutarrah quickly gathered the power of the Force and lunged his own claw out, conjuring a ball of fire and throwing it straight into the Rakghoul's face. Pyrokinesis was one of Khutarrah's favorite techniques.

The Rakghoul collapsed to the floor. Khutarrah ignited his shoto and the lava blade spat to life. Tiny bits of lava dripped from the blade and fell to the floor. Little smoke rings floated up from the floor. Then Khutarrah jumped into the air, landing on top the Rakghoul, stabbing his lava saber through the Rakghoul's chest violently. The created died in that instant.

The Noghri deactivated his saber and clipped it to his belt again. He jumped off the beast and strolled down the corridor. He let the Force see for him, his eyes illuminating with a faint blue hue. It was too dark to see without the Force.

The being who's lifeforce Khutarrah'd sensed was getting closer, but still Khutarrah had no clue as to where this one was hiding. Where this trail in the Force was leading him. If it was a trap, Khutarrah'd kill them all.

 

[Zen]

Death Monomyth looked around and sensed the Thing as the thing lead him towards him he sighed and spoke. ” First target, It’s the force that’s leading me towards him, BLOODY HELL Damn this drugs, how did Get here. I wonder where is my Vessel did I even Come on my Vessel?” He asked himself slowly.

This time he not only hid his alignment he turned invisibility cloaking himself, as he made his way towards the path that the Force User lead him to. He felt bad for the other one as to help the poor figure, but then again, the other one meant be of a Problem, Then again Some Unknown Force Killed Sithis Monomyth My Father, which I will seek vantage and averaged my father’s death.

He looked around he blow another door opened with a simple hand stroke as it flew out again, he made his way towards the dark corridor. He sighed and two things came out of sheer instinct. ” Politic you two.” He said, his blue lightsaber enlighten and he looked past as they pasted him, then he thought again I guess they did not see him, either way. There heads were beheaded. His lightsaber deactivate and slid back into the sleeve.

And made his way towards the Norgi stopping before speaking. Still Invisibility and Undectable his voice coming from all Corners. As he spoke.” What, is the pass of the Dread Father?” He asked him slowly. He asked a simple riddle.

 

[D.C.]

A voice. Khutarrah turned around and looked straight at Death as if he could see him. And he could, because Khutarrah was using Force Sight. The Cloaking technique Death used didn't have any effect this way. Also, Khutarrah sensed that the 'emptiness' in the Force, caused by the Concealment technique Death used, was right behind him.

'Concealment, youngster,' Khutarrah said sternly, 'works only in a crowded area where it's hard to sense others through the Force. Cloak only works with those who can't see. Don't forget this simple lesson, for it might save your life in the near future. Who the kriff are you?'

Khutarrah's face was hidden deep in the shadow of his black hood. He had the looks of a Dark Jedi and spoke with the voice of a Dark Jedi. He gathered the power of the Force around him, in case he'd have to fight this 'invisible' guy.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Rashesh, on his own with a mere pactrity console was collaborating on what to do next. The facility wasnt safe, not just because of the rhakghouls, but what exactly they might destroy, release. If they destroyed the labs on the lower levels, they might release the radiation reaction induction solutions and have the whole station turned into a glowing, smoldering, radioactive relay to infect any space that it travelled into, killing all life.
This would be fine, if only it wasnt in hutt space, and he wasnt on board.
He checked the feeds from security cameras on this level again. There wasnt much of anything to see. Except, a glow, a rhakghoul? No. A person, a noghri with a lightsaber. There was someone on board, someone else meant a ship. . . And well, that was a way off this science project gone horribly wrong.

He waited a moment, than realized that he was the one opening blast doors left and right.
"Fool!" he pronounced at the display. If only he could talk through a screen.

He waited a moment to actually consider the thoughts that were going through his head. He didnt want to, but he knew he'd have to. If he got to the main terminals in station controls than he'd be able to turn the station into his favor. But the only way there was through rhakghoul infestations. He stood there, drugs wearing off, considering his options.
His claws worked fast at the terminals controls, sealing the room that the noghri was in.
He checked the camera feeds for downstairs. There was a path to the station controls that didnt have ghouls if he could seal the right blast doors, but it didnt lead past the labs downstairs that he needed.

He stopped, sealing off the blast doors and unlocking the turbolift behind him. His hands shook and sight was doubled, seeing blurry. He limped and wobbled his way to the door, anxiously, nervously waiting what was in store for him downstairs.

 

[Zen]

Death eyed him in a strange manner and smiled."Hehehe, My dear child you do not know the forces you are dealing with. My Name? Simple Call me the New Dread Father."He said slowly ignoring the fact that what he said the Nogrhi of cause was true, and un true at the same time, Reason He used Cloak was to hide from the Carma's, And to Hide his Alignment from the Norgi force User. His voice Deep, cold of a Blood killing murder. He begun to gather energy. The Force, as he took down his invisibility once that was Done, he spoke."Have you no Heard the Stories behind the Dread Father of this University."He said in a rather sipping silvering evil manner. His voice almost manifesting into a gruesome evil Wrath of Doom. Sort of an Act. As his features showed up. His Blue robed hooded, He had no hands, face, or legs, Well he had but the Robe was merged, And It was unseen for now, his lightsaber under his free arm that was not gathering the force Just In case of an attack from the Person, While the lightsaber was in the right Sleeve."I am the Ghost that lived another Death of Life, Riddles me Stoned."He finished slowly. Still unaware of how he got here. But his senses were coming back in rare manner.Everything will be unfolded.

 

[D.C.]

'What the kriff you talking 'bout, mate?' Khutarrah said. 'Are you on drugs or something?'

The Noghri just looked at the stupid one. Khutarrah was full aware of the fact that the blast doors were all locked. Khutarrah and the robed fool were trapped together inside the corridor. Khutarrah could feel a fight coming up, and after the fight he'd find out how to open the blast doors. For now, he simply gathered the power of the Force and waited for the robed one to explain what the **** he was going on about.

 

[Zen]

He slowly, looked at him and smirked before speaking gathering another power source, around his hidden unseen hand."Death do Us part when Crazy stuff happens around this world. Or Worlds, Sane People die and renew themselves into Cold Blooded Killers."HE coughed, as he felt the drugs wearing off, He examined the room, and spoke."What the hell am I?"HE said in a joyfully manner yet shocked and stunned. Unaware that he was holding a stored out energy source, and in another sense aware. It was Sane to think. Either way."Hello, you who might you be in the robed manner?"He spoke in riddles He was a True Mastermind in acting. He begun remembering how he manged to get in here. But nothing was clear yet It was still bit clouded.

 

[D.C.]

The Force swirled around Khutarrah. He was gathering more and more power and now he'd reached a point where he'd gathered an aweful lot of Force Power. The Noghri smirked inside his hood--the robed dude wouldn't be able to see that.

'Look,' he said. 'Mate. I dunno who the kriff you are or what the kriff you want, but you're rather annoying...'

Then suddenly Khutarrah lunged out his hands. He unleashed all the Force Power he'd gathered. He conjured a wall of flames that encompassed the entire corridor before him, consuming everything in its wake. And if that wasn't enough, he unleashed a Force Push at the same time. If Death jumped into the air to try to avoid this, it would be of no use, for the wall of flames filled the entire corridor in front of Khutarrah. If Death would turn around and try to run, it'd be in vain, for the Push would tackle Death and a second later the flames would consume him. There was no escape... unless Death turned out to be powerful enough to stop such an amazing destructive assault.

Also, since the blast doors were closed, Death couldn't get out of the room. He was trapped.

Khutarrah lowered his arms after the Pyrokinesis-Push-Combo to look at the damage he'd caused. He wondered if there'd be anything left at all of Death's body.

 

[Zen]

He looked at the Kid and smirked. Smiling as while he waited patiently the Ngorgi of Course. he Spoke."I am the Bloody Dread Father, Son of Sithis Monomyth." He said, but then he was called a annoying. Then Again, it was a bit annoying, After that. Fire came out of his he whispered."Pyroktiness." He said, it was pretty fast, then he had expected something else. He took out his hand that he had stored out energy and sent it flying right for the Flames. As the Two clashed, a arc, of the power clashes happened, The Force Push, and the Flame Battling like two Classifiers in a lightsaber battle but only one can reveal. It was no joke, This being was a Challenge. The Fire wall of yet, then it begun to come at him, he manged pull away some of the fire, but then it still came. HE eyed, Him, as he would find a way out but before he could do anything, Fire Caught his robes, and burnt his Robes. And then out of no where a Powerfully Force Push was Sent at him knocking him of his feet, his lightsaber, in his hand clutched hard. As he hit the wall and Fell. Unable to move but, close his eyes in hopes of playing dead, He can only do one thing that he kept doing was hid his alignment. try to play dead, he hopes of it working. His head pounding like a hornet's nest, as He Hit very hard. The wall even worst, as His ribs, hurt, and body.

 

[D.C.]

If there's one thing Khutarrah'd learned from Shade, it was to make sure one's dead before assuming so. The Noghri cracked his nuckles and shook his head. Then he glanced at the seemingly dead Kel Dor. The Kel Dor had no where to go. He was broken now.

Khutarrah reached out his hands again and conjured even more fire. This time he didn't unleash an entire wall of flames, but focused only on Death's body. He let the Force flow. He used Pyrokinesis. He focused on the body and burned it. He set it ablaze and kept on burning it till there was nothing left but ash.

And when it all would be over, and Khutarrah would've been succesful, Khutarrah would say: 'That's what you get for defying Nothing's Brother.' He hissed to the ashes of what once was a Kel Dor: 'Yes that's what you get. Your own pretty funeral pyre.'

 

[Zen]

His eyes opened. He would not die this day. And He would make sure of it. He reached into the Mind, of The Person, And read his mercies, Unless The Person blocked him out. He spoke, before he came closer."Shade, who in the bloody hell is this Evil Shade Person in your mind."He said as the person conjured up fire on him, his eyes fleshed like a tickled, But it did not burn his skin to ash, He had a resistance, to Fire, seeing as of His Planet. As they were used to this, But this form of fire, hurt more. It left bruise marks."Your the same, the memoirs you and your Brother, Shade, your mind, You should Keep that safe. *-" He stopped as he kept rolling in pain from the trauma he was suffering, it was not fetal yet, but if he did not do something, it might be. His body burning, He was struggling to keep his lightsaber at his, hand. Due to the pain he was withstanding, The fire causing his body to more, as form of Electrician matter. As before he was Stunned, Maybe it was the trauma that caused, yet he could do nothing yet.

 

[D.C.]

'SHADE!? How dare you speak that name while you're kriffing dying!!' Khutarrah growled out. Nobody came between him and Brother. Nobody. Period.

'I am Khutarrah,' the Noghri growled. 'Remember that name!'

And he unleashed more fire. His eyes seethed with rage. Fire erupted from his claws. Fire was all over Death. Khutarrah continued to unleash the inferno and he would burn Death until there was nothing left.

 

[Zen]

He went past his Moieties like an Iron Fist, he had found a weakness in this Being, His body was strong yet his mind was weak. He rolled around endlessly, until finally he summoned enough power to his hand to move, it and to surpass the pain for a temporary amount of time, in order for him to active his Lightsaber, and Cut his Legs off, Due to the close distance, He had limited optioned, Keep, the Fire and be left with no Legs, Or jump back and make the fire go away, Unless he wanted his head cut off while he was in mid air, with a simple unaccountably throw of the Lightsaber, Waiting to see what he did, he rolled back in forth in pain, the bruises went from blue to gray now, All was left was the last Stage Black, and then Death of Trauma."Shade, and your self are like. I would want to have the honor in meeting him and dieing in front of him."It was simple mind games to set himself free, yet his voice was not clear due to the pain and suffering.

 

[D.C.]

Khutarrah rolled his eyes. He took a few steps back as he continued to burn Death, avoiding the saber. Khu laughed as the dying man swung at thin air. He continued to burn, burn and burn the Kel Dor. This had taken too long already. This had to end.