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[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

...The following takes place in a dark dreary dirty place, Kayden may say....
...On Planet Kookabangit, System X, Upside Down Rims and In Between Galaxies, is a factory....​

Hey, yes, in my head...
Who are you again, friend?
Hm?
Huh?
What?
Mmm?

I am potato bread.
Oh...okay...I guess?

Moving along then.

Yes.

“Shoulda known better, dang it.”
A Kayden generally expresses...

-cccccinnGGGGG!-

Blade on blade, sharpens.

SING!

“Me and my…excesses…”

-cccccinnGGGGG!-

SCREAM.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!”

Hm, sounds like he’s laughing.
Nope, think that’s screaming.
How would you even know!?
Guess I ate my own..elbow..?

…OH…

Moving on then…

“Sorry about that missing tongue.”
Says the surgeon as he’s workin’.
"Much better fit in the bucket...”

Hmm, Dr. Sawin is fond of cutting tongues too, Kayden learned at firsthand view.
Yes, crazy old coot, likes dissecting his patients alive...too... Good surgeon to boot!

Well…okay then…KAYDEN.

“This is gonna sting.”

SCREAM!

“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!”

But Kayden’s not listening!

“Oops...kinda winging.”
Leans in…whispering!
“Your ear is missing."
“—EEEEEEEEEEEE—!”
“Indeed onion ring."

Blade to the jugular.
Death is the juggler.
Silence the scream.
Kayden is not me…
Warm red on feet.
Drip-drip…bleed..
Kay is A-OKAY!!
Guy’s not great.
Patient…wait..
Yeah…fade…
Eyes glaze…
Fade away.
End a day.
Life paid.
GREAT.
Yay.

“Not bad, Colonel Gurgles.”
Wipes knife, clean, bright.
“Put that in the journal…”
Had a ring to it.
Singing fluid…

-RING!-RING!-RING!-

“Oh, what’s this?”
KAYDEN SEES.
“Hello…little bee.”
…TV SCREEN…

Cleans hands on apron.
Turns from dirty sink…
Points finger…
Eyes…linger…

“I seeeee yoouu!”
A GENTLE wave!
Gentleman, hey!

“...You can run…”
Sheathes blades.
“...You can hide…”
Dons a black cape.
“...But I will hunt…”
Jigsaw mask pain.
“...And I will find…”

Opens the door.
Down a corridor.

I will find him or her.

“BECAUSE I AM KAYDEN SKYLER!”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Kark. Kark mazes. Hippos. Refinery owners. Kark everything.

Tysjor was once again stuck on some no-name planet trying to get some spice refinery owner to pay up. They’d arranged a time and a place to meet, but when it came, the enforcer had been the only one there. And the Pykes didn’t take that kind of insult sitting down.

After receiving some information that the owner was still at the factory, he’d arrived at the facility itself. Strangely, the doors were unlocked, and he was able to walk in without much opposition. Horrible security. What if someone steals the spice? So many credits lost. He would have to have a serious “talk” with the owner when he found him. Per standard diplomatic norms, he had with him a blaster rifle, two blaster pistols, his vibrodaggers, and a group of a dozen thugs who were willing to do anything at his bidding.

“Split into three groups of four and find me the owner.” That was a simple enough task. Tysjor would join one group headed up to the second floor of the factory. You can’t hide for long.

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Dark corridor is dark.
Hmmm, curious, doc.
Yeah I run this block.
RUN IT LIKE A PARK.

The owner didn't need it.
He had died a'screamin'.

“I can HEAR you!”

Nope, uh, they’re still kinda far.
I CAN HEAR YOU TOO, CARM.
Welllll that kinda makes no sense.
Considerin’ ya severed mah head!

…OH…

“You know I’m coming! You filthy kriffing machines!”

They were Pykes!
Veiwscreen cannot lie!
A broken knee cannot bleed!
A severed spleen cannot read!
There is no LIGHT in the NIGHT!

Boots go tappy-tap!
Clip-clap, hi—trap!

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

Hmm, sounds like a scream.
Yep, no laugh, O no indeed.

There weren't just Pykes on the scene.
Abducted lives like mice, trying to flee.

“Wonder which test this kitten hit, then.”
He straightens a mask, scratches head.
“Acid Vat? Cocktail Trap? What’s next?”
Jigsaw moves along, stomps for effect.

“I can FEEL you!”

-skkkrrrrrrrrnnnGGGGGG!-

Blade grazes wall’s metal.
Bloody floor needs broom.
Marches, by a break room.
Bloody, eyeballs in a kettle.

“Darlings!? Are you out there!? Could YOU be the one!”

WALK. STOMP.
TALK. CHOMP.

KAYDEN’S COMIN’.
BEST GET RUNNIN’!

“Let me make you whole! Your tongues in a bowl!”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Tysjor was halfway up the stairs when he heard one of his team leaders’ voices on comms.

“Did you find him?”

“No, sir. We’re in the break room and there’s— AHHHHHH!” He screamed like a little girl, and the Pyke scowled. Useless cowards.

“Let me guess, you found a spi—”

“No! There are eyeballs in a tea kettle!”

“…Huh?” The man didn’t sound like he was joking, but for all he knew, this could be one giant ruse. Maybe his men had been paid off by the owner to sabotage the mission. He wouldn’t put it past him.

“What is that? There’s someone else here! Fire, fire! AIM FOR HIS HEAD!” Blaster fire sounded through his comms, and Tysjor turned to his men. They looked as confused as he was, and a few even looked scared. But he would not tolerate fear among his ranks.

“Find their location. We’re going to them.” What the kark is going on?

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

“What is that?”
Hmm, pig fat.
“I am—I am!”

Movement down the hall…
Curious…fly…on…the wall…

Kayden doesn’t need naked eyes to see!
Jigsaw is using the very Force to breathe!

…I can hear you…
……See you……
………Feel you………

Another dark corridor.
More dirt on the floor.

Flickering light bulbs.
Highlight purple pulp.

“What is that?”
Your death.

“There’s someone else here!”
Your fear.

“Fire, fire!”
Liar, liar!

“AIM FOR HIS HEAD!”
You bet!

Blades in sheathes.
Leaves hands free!
Force deflects.
Bolt to the left.
Bolt to the right.
Into a crate this time.
A Sith swings, lets it fly!
Absorbs the shots.
Spins, rolls, rocks.
Into the Pykes.
No more light!
Time to fight!

His lizards recover…
Yet a Sith can hover!

FROM THE CEILING.
SCREAM SCREAMING.
BUT NOT ABOVE THEM!
HE IS…BEHIND THEM.

Two blades and two backs.
No time to flay…stab-stab!

-kkkkkkrrrrrrURKK!-

Up the spine!
Hi, bye, Pyke!
BLOODY YELLOW.
SQUIRTY MELLOW.

Another doll turns about...
Only to fall to the ground!
His neck twisted around!
Just one Pyke alive now!

“Would you like to learn the seven wonders of the ancient body?
Such violet eyes!
Bet they bleed bright!
"Here, let me show you, buddy!”
Now the Pyke is floating!
His opponent is gloating!

“ONE!”
Arm is forced from socket.
“TWO!”
Other arm’s out of pocket.
“THREE!”
Left leg.
“FOUR!”
Right leg.
“FIVE!”
Fingers, toes.
“SIX!”
Knees, elbows.
“SEVEN!”
Head then neck.

“Ohhhh Fred…”
Shakes his head.
“I’ve done it again…”

Walks on, moves along.

Breathing…
Speaking…
…Comlink…

“Am I talking to the head of the Pyke team?”
Deadly feet, bleeding heartbeat, he thinks…
“Like my factory? Lemme sell you a dream!”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

The comms went eerily quiet for a moment before a new voice spoke through it. Tysjor stopped when he heard the voice, raising his hand in a fist to have his men behind him do the same.

“Yes, you are.” He let the man go on, and by now it was clear. This was not the owner, but he claimed to be. That explained why the real man hadn’t shown up. Had he simply let this rando walk in and claim his entire operation? Who did he think he was? Then again… this one had gone right through the Pykes if he had their comms, and that meant the remaining would have to be careful.

“This factory belongs to us. You have no right to be here,” Tysjor responded, his voice cold. By now he was approaching the location where the last group had been spotted, and he caught sight of his second group already approaching.

“Do not engage before—”

But it was already too late. Spotting the man and the bodies around him, the scoundrels would lift their blasters. Recognizing what would happen if they were to shoot, Tysjor drew his rifle and pointed it at the chains holding the ceiling light hanging above. With two consecutive shots, the light would come crashing down between the group of Pykes and the man, with Tysjor’s own group coming down the stairs to join them. Now it was nine against one, and he felt a little more confident.

“Hand over your weapons and surrender. You are now subject to the mercy of the Pyke Syndicate.”

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

“Yes, you are.”
Yes, you are.

YES. YOU ARE.
YES.
YOU.
ARE.
YES.
O YES.
YES YES YES.

“C” forrr what exactly?
Hmm…purple car?
…Okay…maybe.
Let’s just agree.
To disagree..?
O-Kay-den.
Kayden.
Okay.

“This factory belongs to us. You have no right to be here.”

WRONGGGGGGGGGG.

“Do not engage before—”

And a Sith’s response?
MAD MAN JIGSAW.
BRING IT ON…aw.

Blasters raise then.
But not at Kayden!
Well…okay then!
That Rhyme again.
Whatever; his head.

THERE GOES THE CEILIN’.
“The Muffin Man’s screamin’.”
Behind a mask, eyes seein’!

Nine against one, Steven?
Hmmmmmmm seems it.
Heh, guess I am feelin’ it!

…The mask is slipping…
Black strands.
Pale glands…
Rosey lips…
Red swirls for cheeks…
Eyes weep—dripping…
Thanos’ chin—streaks…

“You tell me to hand over my weapons and surrender…”
The voice is…pallid…voiceless…distorted…disordered.
“Funny…to me…that means one and the same thing…”
Hands are open—gloved black—handicapped—fat cat?
Remembering words cling, no clanging, random stringing.
This is, most cold and most after all, Kay’s head we’re in.
“Because…little lizard…I am like a blizzard…yes…welkin.”
Tilts head—for effect, one would reckon—also tired neck.

“I am the weapon!”
Head tilt to the left.
“...I am…a…Sith!”

Perfect timing to string up some Pykes…
Enjoying the moment though—worth a try.
They can runn..they can hidee..I will find..

“...”
“...”

“...What is your favorite—cow or fish?”

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Tysjor wouldn’t waver when the man began to ramble. Lizard, blizzard, weapon, Sith, the Pyke didn’t care. All he knew was that this man was a madman, and he was standing in his way.

“How about neither? You claim to be a weapon, but the Pykes will not be intimidated.”

He was immediately proven wrong. When he looked around, he saw that the scoundrels who had been with him earlier had all but run away during his speech. Only a single one was left, and seeing that it was just Tysjor who remained, he too quickly made his exit.

KARKING COWARDS!

Before he could get far, the Pyke would grab his handgun and fire a shot at the escapee, watching him fall to the floor before he turned to the man who had yet to prove that he was a Sith.

“You’ll make a fine slave once I’m through with you.”

Spoiler: Dice Roll

Rolled 2 for morale

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Hmm, doesn’t want to play.
Mm, indeed—for shame.

Pykes.
So trite.
Cold reptiles.
Need smiles!

Kayden!
Yes?
He said they will not be intimidated!
Cow, fish, lizard—souls serrated…

Indeed, a dead beast was a dead thing.

Animals…

Thought a Sith as he watches a Pyke kill one of his.

Little…living…things…

Until death silences their blink.

The others?
Ran for their mothers.
Jigsaw watched it all up close.
Not from afar—front row show.
Some folks lived to pursue bliss.
This man…This Sith lives for this!

“You’re brave.”
Compliments Kay.
“Your girl scouts ran away.”
Nods this way and that way.
Spreads arms—death’s gate.
“But your host is here to stay…”

Maybe it was the cow and the fish?
Hey?
That made the others flee, Kay!
Eh…

A scream.
They can’t leave…
Faint echo.
Pain in a meadow.
It is not the Jig's wish…


“Afraid one of your Pykes just died.”
Cups an ear, listens in, air is thin.
“Maybe he fell in that Needle Pit?”
Lizard. Cow. Fish. Meaty…dish.

“So…it really is just you and me…”
Pyke wanted proof that he was Sith.
Had a lightsaber tucked away at hip.
Enemy had a blaster in a hand—grip.
“What good’s a gun ya can’t hit with?”
Curls fingers a bit—gives gun a twist.

The Pyke would lose it.
It would fly beyond wrist.
Where it goes and blows?
Into that Jigsaw sandwich!
To give it a right hand’s kiss!
“We should…talk about this.”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

The man was taunting him. In his business, he was used to doing it to others, not the other way around. Anger began to boil up, and he prepared to fire. But then he felt the weapon being suddenly yanked out of his grip, right into the hands of the other man. Eyes widening just slightly, Tysjor realized that he hadn’t been lying. That was why he’d been able to go through his men so easily, when he’d assumed it to be cowardice. Then again, they weren’t mutually exclusive.

“I don’t negotiate.” While the Sith had his rifle, Tysjor still had his pistols. He would quickly pull them out and aim four shots total at the man— two for his chest, the others for his head. Without seeing if they would land, he would turn around and run in the direction his men had gone. It was different from what they’d done, however. Unlike them, he wasn’t trying to escape— but he wasn’t trying to be brave either. He might have been confident in his abilities, but even he knew that he was no match for a fully-trained Sith in a direct, one-on-one fight. If he was going to win this, he’d have to catch the man unawares, strike from the shadows.

He went into the nearest hall, quietly making his way down until he was towards the end where it connected to another. There were plenty of rooms lining the side of it, and unless the Sith had the time to check every single one, it was unlikely that he’d be able to pinpoint his location with just his eyes. The Pyke would slip into one, waiting for the Sith to come close. If he wouldn’t, he would just get out of here and call for some more backup. This factory was going to be his, one way or another.

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music IC

Is that music in a man’s head?
No it’s from speakers overhead.
Maybe a fool pressed a button.
Before they fell and…dead…
Yes…screams so sudden.

A Pyke does not negotiate.
What an upstanding guy!
Does he like peach pie?
A confused disco tie…
…Riiiiiiiight

LOOK AT THE PRETTY BOLTS.
THEY FLY LIKE LIGHTNING BOLTS.
FROM A PYKE WHO’S SO VERY COLD.
A BRAVE GUY, OUR PYKE, YES, QUITE BOLD.

Four shots total at the man.
Kayden, that man that can.
Two for a Kayden’s head.
Two for his potato chest.
Yes…he wears a vest.

“TOMATO TEST”

Why he shouted that was any man’s best guess.
Pyke made his blasters bite sunshine, turned around.
Jigsaw steps to his left, bit of a bounce, bolts whizz about.

Hmmmm I think I passed the test, Mom.
…Mom’s dead…dumb head…
I…wait…who is this in my head?
…Kayden?
I am that is.
…An idiot?

“HARLOT”

Hand slash through air.
Screams from somewhere.
He ain’t listening, doesn’t care!
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH MY HAIR!”
Must be that one trap: the Flare.

“WHORE”

Throws the Force!
Breaks some door!

Kayden is the better sibling!
The brother born from Mother!
His sister was the real idiot!
Dead door die with throat slit!

“I’LL FLAY ALL OF YOUR SKIN”

How much was a Pyke’s hide?
Could decorate a wall, right?

“MY SISTER WAS A KILLER”

Comes forward, comes toward!
Come closer, close in!
Closer, come in!

Down the corridor.
Up the hallway.
She’s a whore!
All shall flay...

“You don’t have to run away from me…”

Oh look I got skin missin’ on mah knees.
Kayden, please, that’s not your jeans.
Kamelle, can you hug me please?
I am a but a bug on maple trees!

“...I only want to want to fill you up!”

Wrist flick.
Knife from the side!
Gives a wall a grin!
Screaming!
Singing!
-skkkrrrrrrrrnnnGGGGGG!-

“Darling, darling, where are you!?”

-skkkrrrrrrrrnnnGGGGGG!-

“Let me lather your back in Mon Cala bath suds, my quack-quack dude!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

A woman’s scream.
The Seaweed Trap?

“HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

If anything, this man was insane. More insane than insane, in fact, but Tysjor didn’t know if there were words for that. He heard the screams from the hall, the knives thudding into walls, the man’s yelling. He was getting close. Tysjor crept up near the doorway, heart pounding, waiting for just the right moment to strike with his blasters tightly in hand. He quietly switched them to stun— the man might be useful later. But first he’d have to capture him.

He would wait for the Sith to walk into the line of sight from the doorway before promptly exiting the room in front of him. As he moved just out of range of whatever sword or dagger he might have, Tysjor fired once at the man’s torso, partly as a test to get a sense of his reaction time, and partly to try and immobilize him.

“The only one who’ll be flayed after this is you,” he growled before making his way into the right hallway that branched off from this one. The lights were off in this one too and he had no way of seeing what was at the end, but if the man had somehow not been affected by the bolt, he would have to keep moving. He didn’t know what to expect, but filling him up and whatever Mon Cala bath suds were didn’t sound particularly pleasant.

So, Tysjor slipped into another room, waiting for the man’s next move and trying to think of a way to counter it.

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A Sith could run!
But no he walks.
Sith has a gun!
He eats hawk.
With salt!
Fleshy!
Stringy!
Salty!
Teeth!
Wee!
Hee!
Eee!

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Hmmmm what’s this one trap?
Oh ya…. It’s that one: Peeling.
That Kayden’s farkling favorite.
ALL THAT FLAYING.

“SORRY SWEETIE”
Its flesh is flailing!
Coconut is failing!
“HERE FOR YOU”

THE PYKE TOO.

He waits for the Sith to walk into his line of sight!
A Sith is Jigsaw, quite right, with red black eyes!
Sable and scarlet!
No more harlot!

“RUDE, BUDDY!”

A man banks on a hand’s deflect.
Wrist bends as blaster bolt reflects.
Fingers push it just as a Sith intends.
Loosely—not back at attacker’s head.
It flies off to the left into a wall instead.

“Go on, run free, buddy!”
Jigsaw calls—so bloody!
Watches as Pyke storms off down hallway.
Soon be dancing in your skin…all the way.
“I’m in no hurry.”
COCONUT.
A FLURRY.
YER A NUT.
SAYS JURY.

…iN ANOTHER CORRIDOR
…aS DARK AS DEAD DOORS

This was once again a factory setting.
Walls were made of that metal plating.
Nonetheless, ever unfazed is a Kayden.
Senses life between walls…it’s fadin’.
Souls screamin’, might agree, sweatin’.

“LISTEN”

HE LISTENS.
HE HEARS HIM.
HIS PET LIZARD.
…IT’S MY TURN.

“I should have cut your feet first, my dude.”
Sith hears the breath of his prey in a room.
“Thinkin’ about it…totally an amateur move!”
Spots some chemicals—yellow—by broom.
“DON’T WORRY. NOT GIVIN’ UP ON YOU.”

Fingers curl and unfurl from the right.
Glass shatters on floor, spills 'n' slides.
Into Pyke’s room—that Pyke so rude.
An instant later and the floor ignites!
Fire is so bright—in a second at best!
Might set a Pyke alight—toe to head!
A Sith is a darn karking Sith, all right!
Pyrokinesis—Jigsaw is like Nemesis!

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Tysjor moved out of the way as glass shattered and the room erupted into flame. He didn’t need any more convincing about the man’s Sith identity— there was no way a normal person would have been able to deflect a blaster bolt like that, not to mention start a fire from apparently nothing at all.

The flames roared up in front of him, and the Pyke was left with no choice but to try to smother it so that he could reach the door. The Sith would be waiting for him outside, but he would much rather confront the man himself, even if it was a doomed fight, than be burned alive for his amusement. He would not get the satisfaction of Tysjor’s fear.

Grabbing a heavy cloth folded atop one of the shelves, he would throw it onto the heart of the fire, quelling it just enough so that he was able to rush past without being injured. The heat rushed into him as he did, and for a moment it felt like he was being thrust into a hot oven. When he came out on the other side though, he noticed that parts of his clothing were in flames, and he immediately dropped into a roll to put them out. When he got up, he was standing at the end of the hall, orange light reflecting from the metal of his helmet as he stared back at the Sith.

“No, I’m not giving up on you.” The Pykes wouldn’t. Just as he said it, the fire felt like it was getting hotter again, and he saw that the cloth was burning up now as the flames spilled into the hall, separating the two. Tysjor wouldn’t wait around to see if the Sith would somehow get through it or not, before making his way down the rest of the hall to run up the stairs and into the corridor above. Surely getting the high ground would help.

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

It burns for breakfast!
Sausages are next!
O Kayden, yes yes!
O-Kay-den—bet bet!

What’s a Pyke look like?
When it is set alight?
It burns so…bright.
Flame’s dead life.
He’s burned Pykes.
Not…quite this guy.
Before this Pyke tonight.

Though, this was a crafty foe.
Yes—Kayden’s opponent is quick.
It in turn helped explain his leadership.
Blanket over helmet and skin, is feeling it!
Pyke helmet, lizard skin—soon be peeling it!

Eyes…into eyes…
Green are the Pyke’s.
Black red are other guy’s.
This one is…not quite Jedi.
He is…instead…definitely Sith.
I am that is, Big Boss! I can kiss!
Believe—scream it! My black fists!
Leather gloves, dark heart, flay love!

“Y-You’re not…giving up on me..?”
Jigsaw extends arms, offers hands.
But is not really looking for a hug.
“THEN WHY IS IT THAT YOU RUN!?”
A Kayden can run—move his feet!
Fans the flames like burning meat!
Fanfare carpet—bloody heartbeat!
Firelight dances like sweat in heat!
And a shadow falls across the hall!

No more time for talking!
No more time for walking!
I am spaghetti in an oven!
Button, um..that my skin?
Yes, my bloody fingertips.

“I’M COMING FOR YOU”
Pyke runs! Jig does too!
“A BUG ON MY SHOE!!”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!”
YAH. VENUS FLY TRAP!
Hapless harlot neck snap!
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”
YESSS. PENDULUM TRAP!
A man screams, lost ballsack.
Sith Jigsaw’s factory, he laughs!
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
His prey legs it upstairs…O so fast!
That predator can flay skin from back.

“WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE MY GUY”
Roars a Sith! Like nobody’s business! He flies!
“I’M A BIT OF A TROLL O LITTLE LOST SOUL!”
Red black eyes—eyes like seas bleeding in a night.
“UPSTAIRS, UP. I’LL FIND YA. THIS IS MY SHITHOLE.”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

The footsteps sped up behind him, and so did Tysjor. His plan changed. He had to get out of here— get backup who wouldn’t actually run away. They needed to take this man out. Already he knew that even the slave conditioning of Kessel wouldn’t work on this man, so permanently would be the best bet. The Pyke wanted his head.

But he could only do that if he managed to keep this fight going for another day.

Fortunately for him, the man’s constant yelling made his position no secret, and Tysjor was able to keep relatively good track of how far behind him the Sith was. It was closer than he would have liked, especially now that he was on the second floor with no other way of getting downstairs again to the entrance. It was a dead end from here, unless… Tysjor eyed the small steel-lined window at the end of the corridor.

It was brighter here because of it, and the man would be approaching any minute. How high up he was didn’t matter compared to the flaying that the Sith went on about, and Tysjor would prefer anything to that. Kark the factory— he’d have this place blown up if it meant ridding the galaxy of this filth.

Left with few options as he saw and heard the Sith getting closer, he would attempt to pry the window open.

“Karking— factory!”

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

“Ohhhh little Pyyyyyyyke!”
Calls the guy of dark side!
“Pork sausages TONIGHT!”
THE BALLS ON THIS FLY.

WAIT KAYDEN.
WAIT!? WHYYY?
YOU LIE. A LIAR...
SHUT UP, SKYLER.

Across the hall he stomps!
Such very very long arms!
A man is…SLENDER MAN.
Did you think him any less!?
You do know he is a…SITH!
Whisper—naked flayed flesh.

AND HE HAS BUSINESS.
WITH THE PYKE’S SKIN.
IF A SITH…CAN…KISS…
OHHH BET KAYDEN CAN.

BUT HE ISN’T JUST A SITH.
SITH IS ALSO A KINDA JIG.

WHADDYA MEAN…SKINNED?
Mean in this plot ya kinda skinny.
At least mangled arms are pretty.
Oh, please, Kamelle, ya so silly.

“The truth will set you free.”
Passes a…yellow gurney.
Patient on it’s screaming.
A SAW’S IN HIS…KNEE.

“IT’S THE FINAL TEST”
Jigsaw—lives for this!
“OH YES, MY PYKE”

HE SENSES HIS PRESENCE.
A HELMET—SMELLS IT—MM.
Peel Laeo, Kay, someday, hm?
I’ll eat his liver with fava beans.
A Pyke tries for window street.

“You’re about to play a game.”
Jigsaw calls in the same way
—Trail-off “Let’s play a game!”
—Ramsay Bolton would say!

“Before you uhhh…escape…”
Jigsaw’s cheeks—like snow…
His smile—like Ramsay Snow.
Spies a Pyke at the one window.
“I would just…really like to know.”
RED BLACK EYES CAN GLOW.

A Sith can slit throats and wrists!
A Sith is Kayden Skyler—O HE IS.
Flayin’ flies flyin’ higher like Pykes!
If pigs could fly then Pykes might!

“DO YOU LIKE YOUR ELBOWS?”
And Jig…the Sith…flicks a wrist!
The Pyke’s hand—trying to pry..
Would swing aside—on a wall..
A Sith’s other wrist at that time!
To pin other hand at other side…

Pyke might lose grip on his guns.
That’s if this worked…that was…
Jigsaw’s hands pinning enemy’s…
Can...peel skin like dead cheese...

“Another question for you though…”
Maybe the Pyke was ready to fight…
Certainly been ready to fly fly fly fly!
Kayden was lookin’ for just a minute..
Had a question the Pyke oughta know.

A Sith’s eyes are…fire…violent…delight.
Vibrant—crying pilot—Kayden pleeaase!
Even amid rivers red—black sea’s night.
They gaze into oceans green—BLEED!

Eyes…into eyes…
A Sith’s eyes…
…And a Pyke’s.

“...Forget…your blaster…”
And dinner for that matter.
“Do you know Cul Laaster?”
My brother is a BASTARD.

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Do you like your elbows? What the kark did that mean? Of course he—

Tysjor’s hands involuntarily let go of the window, and he soon found them pinned to the wall. Being unable to move as the man continued to get closer like some madman in a horror holomovie, it was only then that he felt fear, true fear, a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time engulfing him in its entirety.

It didn’t last long before it turned into a seething rage, however, and Tysjor fought against the invisible shackles with every ounce of strength he could muster. However, the name that the Sith mentioned caused him to forget it for a moment. How would this man know about Cul?

“What do you want with Laaster?” he hissed, trying to twist his arms out of the man’s steel grip. “I know him, but it’s none of your karking business.” A kick against the wall finally set him free, and he quickly picked up his blasters and pointed them at the man.

“You’re not getting a thing out of me.”

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A man is…
…Naked…
No, not that man.
Words aren’t blue.
A Sith’s are…red.
Man is…Kayden.

Worse than that.
He’s like Bolton.
Set Jigsaw aside.
Has sadistic eyes.

Could have pinned
The arms of a Pyke.
Chose those wrists.
To…watch him…fly!

THE STRUGGLE.
HE LIVES FOR IT.
A SITH’S HUGGLE.
BLOOD BUSINESS.

A Pyke…hisses.
A Sith…kisses.
NO. NO. LIGHT.
Lightning’s bliss!

It is just a spark.
On both arms.
Zaps the hands.

Blasters would fall.
Into a…bright hall.

Lights on ceiling!
They are blinking!

Just like that one time…
In that one power plant…
A Sith dressed in white…
Kayden was that man…

Again, a Sith flicks a wrist.
Covers the hall in darkness.
A moment of blinding vision.
Might be a Pyke’s distraction.

Either way, Sith’s hands lift.
To pin a Pyke to the ceiling!

“Whaddya think I want, fly?”
He smiles—lips so twisted!
“I can pop you like a flea…”
BLEED. BLEED. BLEEEED.
“Can ya hear…screams?”
ME. ME. ME. ME. MEEE.
“Or is it...is it...just me..."

The Pyke might try to flee.
A Sith’s grip is tightening!
Not one but two hands…
Pressing the Pyke man!

“Let me sell you a dream…”
Kayden…hears…things…
“A kinda melting galaxy…”
Kayden…sees…things...
“Game of thrones indeed.
Me…by Dark Side’s seat.”
To a Pyke, likely confusing.

“Cul Laaster…is the key…
The key…to a…to a city…
Tell me where he is, please.
And keep your…knees..”
A Pyke will tell no lies…

“I am a man of my word.
I will spare you such hell.
I need the key to Gravenell.
Now…where is Cul Laaster?”

@Sicadorito

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

The Sith’s hands flashed, and Tysjor realized that it was lightning as soon as he felt a sudden burning sensation on his hands, causing him to let out a quick exclamation of pain. Kark! His blasters dropped to the floor, and before he had time to process how to get out of this, the Sith had pulled him up to the ceiling.

The Pyke tried to break his hold, fighting the pressure keeping him up to the cold metal ceiling. What did this man want with Cul, anyhow? Whatever he was talking about some kind of “game of thrones” didn’t make much sense either, but it was probably the last thing on his mind considering he was pretty much at the Sith’s mercy. The very thought infuriated him.

“So you say. The Sith don’t seem trustworthy to me,” he snapped back, despite the position he was in. Although he didn’t have much option but to comply. “Cul was off to find some Hutt in Gravenell last time we spoke. Now let me go before the others arrive.” Even if his men were cowards, they would still call for backup, and they would be here soon.

@Die Shize