Let's play 'whack a mole'

[Zen]

His eyes, burned, in rage as, he was pushing his body beyond limits, His bruises now turned From Dark Gray to black, next would be Trauma Death. He eyed the man in pain, He had one last option to try, but it will cause his body very dearly if pulled of correctly. He closed his eyes, and placed his hand, over the over the fire, Cutting off pain with his mind which was a risky and deadly thing to do, but eh was a Martie Arts Master as well. He stood up with one foot, and slowly with the second, his other hand holding the lightsaber, While his hand that placed over his body, begun to enrage his wounds to stable the pain so he does not die right away, His wounds would turn back to Gray, and stay there for ten minutes, he'll be lucky to make it firtheen minutes, without then dieing of trauma, his hand would hurt at this point, but he knocked all pain out of the question, his head pounding like a hornet's nest. He spoke."You misunderstood who I was, My name is Death Monomyth, And you will make sure to know it if you make it out alive. Because if you continue this fight with fire, your going past out before me. You fail to realize that if I might not live, You will be on the floor for the enemy, and those things don't mess around, One bite, is deadly. But you will be helpless, I suggest you sto-" His head snapped, pain rain down his head, and it took over his body. He dropped back to both knees. As the Wounds turned back to Black, again he used the energy to Heal himself and cut the pain off. And again he stood slowly making his way towards the being."I am a warrior and I intend to die with honor not cheap Shots, Shade your Brother. Is one Cheap Bastard, As well as Nuka."Now he was getting some where, if he resumed his power it will com-use even the strongest of user's and back fire, If that happened, Both of them will dropped any the same time. He just needed tens to piss him off, so If Death Dies, The Being dies, too after pasted out. Of energy and the Creatures eat him alive.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

ooc:(at school so i get a good quality post, enjoy it.)

Panels of emerency lights illumiated the darkness as the turbolift dropped down, doors rising open. The lift's call button turned a bright red, and the few active dim flourescent lights atop the corridor's ceilings flickered and shorted. With life support waining, the heat conditioning limited of power, and the breathable atmosphere dissipating, the drearily cautious doctor had only so little time to get to the station controls.

Blast doors shut and locked tight, he began limping through the corridors. His plan to bypass the Rhakghouls on level four would hopefully be a smooth stride through the cold dark path he had sealed off on this level. If he was so unfortunate as to fail, to have overlooked a Rhakghoul and sealed himself in his path with one, and to become nothing more than a tasty sea-food snack, than damn that kriff of an amateur scientist that unleashed upon this station that go-damned plague, damn him to chaos.

His sting walks cruched and hobbled sway, barely falling short of a drug-induced paralysis of his legs, was an odd sight indeed. If you so ever get the chance to witness a heavily sedated, mentally unstable selkath strutting around, than you would witness no more than the single most amount of action powered by sheer will power. The selkath's nose flared and claws ignited. It was a disgrace to ever use a selkath's claws. If the toxic tips were to be contracted it was nothing more than a sign of ferality and uncivilization to the species, yet here Rashesh was, claws retracted in fear. Did this make him an animal, to be so afraid in such a time of disaster and shortcomings of a detailed expirement on containing the plague, to harness it and to focus it? Rashesh believed not.

He reached out an arm to lean against the metallic walls of the hallway, a somewhat of a cruch or friend to help him walk. As he passed hallway after hallway, he was finally almost at the end. But before he could take the last two turns he stopped at the horrifying site before him. A wall... Actually, a therefore lack of a wall, having obvious claw torn marks, like an opened can. He was not safe... He knew it... And before him, peering through the sizeable hole in the wall he saw the fright, he saw before him a plagued scientist... Only defined by the shredded fabrics of lab coat that were still hanging from it's skin...

The sedatives at this point were worn off to a point of being able to run at least, but his reaction time was perhaps that of a small childs. The fierce beast raced towards him with a geurilla-like trot on all fours, closing the gap rapidly indeed.
The claws... The teeth... These were the foul creatures way of spreading infection. Only to avoid them would Rashesh find a way to best the beast.

He quickly fell to the floor to dodge Rhakghoul's clwas, not having the ability to do anything else and taking andvantage of his cerebral dominance. He quickly lunged upwards, clwas of his own penetrating through the underside of it's jaw. He quickly gripped it's wrists, as to contain it from infecting him. It's sheer strength overpowering the professor, however with claws at the ready, back-tracking enough to kite the creature forwards only to swing and miss, to be lead into the ploy that swiping at the doctor would bring death. However, as the doctor awkwardly moved, in a sort of fluid motion, he missed. With it's claws buried deep into a power conduit the flesh started to cook from immediate electrocution. Yet all power seemed to be of a loss...
The levels lights, life support, and everything else was gone. But peering down the hallway, the turbolift's red call sign lead the way to his conventional escape and straight up to the station controls.

"Chaos, it seems you may take another today." He uttered the words to himself, running into the turbolift's secure doors and quickly, timely, mashing the control repeatedly... It would take him to station control.

 

[D.C.]

Khutarrah continued to set the body ablaze and finally... oh Creator, finally it was over. The Noghri lowered his arms and looked down at the burnt pulp on the floor. He shook his head inside his hood, and then finally turned around. There was the blast door he had to open, before he could continue.

Easy enough.

With a hiss, the lava saber ignited. Khu approached the door and thrust the weapon forwards, driving the lava blade through the blast door. Because it was a lava blade, it was a stronger blade than a regular lightsaber's. The bits of lava made the process of opening the blast door faster.

After a few moments, the door opened up, and Khutarrah stepped into the hallway that lay before him. His lava saber deactivated again and he clipped the small hilt to his belt. He had to get away from the body, it was just such a gross sight to behold.

He picked up the 'scent' of the Force again and continued to follow the trail of that Lifeforce he sensed earlier. He didn't want to stay on this station any longer, and so Khu began to run. He shot down the hallway, into the darkness, saber hilts in his hands in case he encountered another Rakghoul. He turned into a corridor to the left, then to the right, and to the left again, and he continued to follow the trail until he finally reached a lift.

He stopped in front of the lift's doors, which were closed, and he sensed the person was going up. Khutarrah didn't have the faintest idea of where that turbo lift would take him, but he'd try to get on it and hopefully he'd find the person he'd been following. He pressed the button on the panel next to the lift's doors and waited for the lift to come down...

 

[Zen]

He reached into his finally thoughts to make his final words before his death.” You are a child you have no Honor, your Brother this so called person named Shade, Has honor. You are mistake. I s-“HE stopped as his body stopped out, and he fell down dead his pulse had gone, his healing stopped and his body went beyond inhuman torture as it was set ablaze, into a burning Impale pit. ANd Now Death was dead.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The door slid open and before him he saw what was the center of the station. Station control seemed to be just one big window, in the form of a dome. The room was littered with terminals and various display screens. Lights flashed red all around and the dimly lit emergency clears were still sustaining.

Rashesh, there he was, swerving a sobering man's walk. To him this place was his escape, to him the station was now his tool. He was in charge of this station and its governing research crews. If only there had been a few survivors, it would make this so much easier, at least for the purpose of fodder whilst he made his timely getaway. He stopped for a moment, observing the variety of displays before him. He typed in his credentials, unlocking the terminals for his use. At least, the ones that were active.

First thing first, he needed to get this power distribution straight, right now. Clacking his still contracted claws against the controls he brought up before him the power display interface. Noting that the power was meant in emergencies to be distributed equally across the the five levels of the station.
He also brought up the camera feeds from every dock on station, to find that there in fact was a ship docked, yet it would be a fine miracle to reach it. He pondered for a bit, with one thought in mind he was searching for any other option.
Throwing both hands onto the terminal he relenquished a sigh, "Tis' not going down, my research my life. Not going down wit this station tonight." his poetic words reassured himself.

He raised his head upwards once again peering up at the display. Deciding it was the best route of action at the time, he brought the power levels down. The first level- reactor and engineering, the second level- dormitories, third level- labs and docking bays, fifth level- communications and navigation.

Than he swiped his credentials again, accessing clearance to raise back up.
*ooc. not done writing second post.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

the levels back up.
Life support- fourth level, full power. Heat conditioner- fourth level, full power. Lighting- fourth level, full power.
.......
Confirmed.

All at once the room illuminated and the air was so much easier to breathe. At least for now. He was trying to kill them off, starve them off the oxygen, cut off the life support. He thought for another moment .

He continued clacking alongst the terminal confidently. Bringing up the life support and venuelation user interface he rerouted the exhaust of the reactor through to the other levels. It took him a few minutes to skillfully cut-off and open up the right ducts to pull off such a feat.
"should make them squeamish a bit, should make them crazy a bit fore' dying their long overdue kriffing deaths" he pronounced to himself.

 

[D.C.]

After a few moments the lift's doors opened up and Khutarrah stepped inside the lift. He looked at the panel inside the lift and wondered where to go next. He figured he'd try the highest level first, which was station control. He pressed the button and the doors closed behind him. Then he lift shot up and it took him only a few seconds to reach the highest floor. It made Khu a little dizzy, but that subsided as quickly as it came.

The doors slid open and the Noghri in dark robes stepped into the control room. He looked around and finally saw the Selkath doctor at the panel. Khu's eyes narrowed. He wondered if that guy was Rashesh or not.

'Hail,' Khutarrah said to draw the doctor's attention. At the same time he pulled down the black hood to reveal his face so the Selkath could see who he was dealing with. 'Are you him? Rashesh?' Khu asked. 'I'm Khutarrah. I'm looking for a way off this station. Perhaps we can work together, whoever you are.'

 

[Veritas et Lux]

"This one is Rashesh. DR.Rashesh. You bring ship you get off station, you bring ship you should never came. This one works on getting off the station." he's had a couple of noghri under his wing before, and amongst the ranks. He knew how they talked, he spoke to the robed lizard man with his own accent. Not out of disrespect, but out of his own impulsive plight and wry humor. He was sure this kutra didnt understand it.

He glanced down at the terminal once more, making sure the air scrubbers for this level were active. Than locked down every blast door in the facility, at least they would be starved of oxygen, perhaps dead by now if not soon. The only problem rashesh could see was if there was eggs already layed.

"Plans too valuable, I wont let my work get lost. One time I let plans her lost, big plans, ya. Sweeeeet plans lost and rashesh not have ice cream for days. These plans are more important than cream, these plans turns republic kriffs bald with rays of radiation."

 

[D.C.]

'Wait,' Khutarrah said, 'what are you talking about?' First, the Noghri encountered some insane Kel Dor and had to kill that one, and now he encountered an insane Selkath doctor. Well, maybe the doctor wasn't insane but at least the Selkath was acting rather odd.

'Look, doctor Rashesh, we have to get off this station now. The place is overrun by kriffing Rakghouls, man! Kriff those plans of yours! We gotta get out alive!'

Khu stepped forwards, towards the Selkath doctor. Of course he noticed that the lifts were all locked. That was both smart and stupid. Smart because the Rakghouls couldn't reach them that way, but stupid because they couldn't get out unless Rashesh unlocked them again.

'I can kill those Rakghouls. You don't need to worry,' Khutarrah said, hoping to convince the Selkath to leave immediately. There was a ship onboard the station after all. Khutarrah's ship. If only they could get to the docking bay, they could get out alive and leave the station for good.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

((ooc: sorry... if you havent read my personal notification yet than thatll explain why i havent replied in so long))

"See I'ma nota playing. Selkath claws don't contract for nothing. I'sa need those plans down level. Hutt top-secret device sa." The dark jedi was of course defiant. But why was he here? It made no sense.
"Why you heya sa? The stars look like fish. There'sa milllions of fish in the sea, why choose a station ma?" It was worth a try, at least to convince him to help. It may have been rhakghoul infested, but the station held valuable intel.