Crumbling Ruins
Each rushed step was met with the pounding sounds of her heart racing in her ears. So loud was it that at first the echoes of whatever lay further down the tunnel were almost non-existent, reverberating in parallel with her own panicked pulse. The light, as little aid as it had proven to be, had been just enough for Sah’ra to catch momentary glimpses of what resided ahead up until this point, her haphazard and erratic turns within the overwhelming darkness. Coming into contact with the stone wall of the corridor system, there she would stay as she regathered both her breath once more as well as trying to regain control of her actions.
”Is anyone.... Is anyone out there!?” she called out into the inky black, but instead was met by the growingly powerful thump-thump of something making it’s way towards her. At this point, even the sight of the raven haired loudmouth would have been welcomed with delight. Well, almost.
Was she alone? What was it that had frightened the others so strongly? Was it that vile centipede or something far more sinister? Had any of them survived? Was it this creature that now seemed to hunt her through these halls? Would she even have the means to defend herself against whatever it was that had turned predator into prey?
Eyes wide as adrenaline coursed through her veins, Sah’ra quickly spun the torch from one direction to the next in a vain hope of catching a glimpse of whatever it was that was bearing down on her. Her chest heaved with each spin, a stray lock falling from her ear as sweat began to form and descend from her hairline, her worry only growing with the absence of whatever approached. And while she could not exactly make heads or tails of the direction the sounds came from, it soon seemed as though it was coming from all around her. Scurrying feet beyond the glow of her torch, be it man or beast, only further provoked the tension she felt.
”I’m not going to simply lay down and die here!” the woman shouted down the hall towards nothing entirely specific but merely the threatening sounds of something approaching. She had watched the Force turn back and devastate those who called on it, she had witnessed weapons falter and fail as soon as they were drawn. By all rights, she knew that any sort of offensive was likely to create more harm than good but she was not ready to be left to die in this tunnel system. With her free hand, the other still clinging desperately to the torch, the Sith fed on her fears and anxieties, of her hatred of this place, and poured it all into a last ditch effort of survival. If she succeeded, the power of lightning would spill forth from her fingertips and collide into whatever it was that was approaching. If she failed… then it seemed her destiny was not one of her own choosing after all...
”Is anyone.... Is anyone out there!?” she called out into the inky black, but instead was met by the growingly powerful thump-thump of something making it’s way towards her. At this point, even the sight of the raven haired loudmouth would have been welcomed with delight. Well, almost.
Was she alone? What was it that had frightened the others so strongly? Was it that vile centipede or something far more sinister? Had any of them survived? Was it this creature that now seemed to hunt her through these halls? Would she even have the means to defend herself against whatever it was that had turned predator into prey?
Eyes wide as adrenaline coursed through her veins, Sah’ra quickly spun the torch from one direction to the next in a vain hope of catching a glimpse of whatever it was that was bearing down on her. Her chest heaved with each spin, a stray lock falling from her ear as sweat began to form and descend from her hairline, her worry only growing with the absence of whatever approached. And while she could not exactly make heads or tails of the direction the sounds came from, it soon seemed as though it was coming from all around her. Scurrying feet beyond the glow of her torch, be it man or beast, only further provoked the tension she felt.
”I’m not going to simply lay down and die here!” the woman shouted down the hall towards nothing entirely specific but merely the threatening sounds of something approaching. She had watched the Force turn back and devastate those who called on it, she had witnessed weapons falter and fail as soon as they were drawn. By all rights, she knew that any sort of offensive was likely to create more harm than good but she was not ready to be left to die in this tunnel system. With her free hand, the other still clinging desperately to the torch, the Sith fed on her fears and anxieties, of her hatred of this place, and poured it all into a last ditch effort of survival. If she succeeded, the power of lightning would spill forth from her fingertips and collide into whatever it was that was approaching. If she failed… then it seemed her destiny was not one of her own choosing after all...