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That was a horrible mistake.

The half-Sephi let out a yelp as a cocktail of toxin and poison rushed through her mind, immersing her in emotions she'd never felt before: pure utter rage and unabashed blood-curling aggression. That was enough for her to immediately return her Force to herself, allowing the warmth of the Lightside of the Force to embrace her as she stumbled backward.

Sugar. Sugar sugar freaking sugar!

Her panicked gaze was drawn to Felix, who, with a raised voice, began to share a new plan. In all honesty, she couldn't seem to concentrate on him. Her mind was a little preoccupied with flushing out the desires that the massive hell-spawn dog had flushed into her mind, wanting to make her vomit. But she caught something along the lines of "bring down the roof when I say now."

Any child who learns about the Force has always wished to do something similar. Bring down the roof, the floor, or a window just to see how it looks and feels. But now that Clove had the opportunity to do it for all the right reasons, she was hesitant. She ate dust the last time the roof collapsed, and to be fair to Felix, she could still taste that dust.

But there was no other option. Clove began to channel the Force through her body while nervously biting her lower lip, preparing herself to grasp the roof. It was far more difficult than before; the mental chaos made concentrating on the Force nearly impossible. So when Felix yelled "NOW!" she took her time guiding her Force to the roof and pulling it down.

By the time she managed to pull on the roof enough to cause it to collapse, a rocket had fired past her, causing an explosion.



 

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Livi was beyond horrified to see that literally nothing was working on the beast across from them. However, she had to commend the others for putting up a fight instead of abandoning one another. It shook her to her core, and it stuck with her far more than she would ever admit. She certainly hadn’t seen this kind of behavior on her home planet where everyone only cared about their own survival.

Her jaw tightened as she switched the blaster off stun. She didn’t know what collapsing the roof meant, but she wasn’t going to stand around without helping. She fired off three shots in quick succession, providing suppressive fire to keep the creature occupied while the ceiling collapsed. Livi pointedly ignored the horrifying fact that this was being actually done magically by someone else. If the effects were successful, Livi would spin on her heel and bolt in the opposite direction.

“Block that path!” She shouted over her shoulder as she hoisted the KO’d Togruta up, slinging an arm over her shoulder. Livi began to run down the hall, looking for the nearest path to guide them out. She had her blaster leveled, though only two bolts remained before she would have to pop in a new pack.

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Ruzaan was well and truly unconscious, limply slumping to the floor as Lorcan pushed him up and off. A few moments later he was hoisted up by Livi, his head lolling from side to side and his bare feet dragging along the dusty floor while he heroically drooled on her shoulder.

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The ploy in the hallway to collapse the roof seemed to work. The blaster shots and wrist rockets slowed the creature enough for the roof to be brought down, the impact shaking loose the now-torn-up floor to the hall.

That was good because it kept the beast from pursuing them further. However, the floor continued collapsing. And continued and continued. It would drive them forward toward the door outside the infirmary where they had initially confronted Arc and Charlotte. Perhaps it was the building's instability or something else, but half the building behind them was coming down now and they would be funneled directly to the anteroom that led to the mysterious woman.
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As Charlotte declared her intent to leave, the woman nodded. Very well, then liberation awaits, she said, motioning toward a large door to her right. Inside was a large ball of what looked like pulsating water, but it was alive with power that betrayed it was something else entirely.

You misunderstand, she said to Arcturus. They will remain here regardless of what you choose. Your mind has already been tested. You simply have to decide whether or not they are worth remaining here for as well. I would advice you to choose wisely, she told him.

He only had moments to decide before the doorway would be closed to him. She knew the others were coming.
 

Arctus Friers

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A smile, genuine and without a hint of envy, was all Arctus offered Charlie as the Woman pointed at the path to the female Sith's freedom. Would that very same door hold the key to his fellow Padawans' safety, too? Somehow, the former smuggler thought that it didn't matter. As long as the other three Jedi could leave this hellscape disguising itself as an abandoned building and a broken church, Arctus really couldn't complain.

His hopes for Clove, Felix, and Ruzaan's safety and freedom were immediately dashed by the Woman, disbelief, fear, and eventually anger flashing in his eyes. Here he was, offering himself up willingly for the safety and freedom of the majority, only to turn out that he had misunderstood Her offer?

"What?! Oh, come on!" grumbled the Padawan, almost like a petulant child. "What the fuck kind of a deal is that? That's not–"

Fair? But he willingly offered to stay, with Her – creepy but kinda cute Woman she might be –, in exchange for his friends' freedom. Hells, he even went as far as adding the Wonder Rangers and Charlie who was ready to betray and strike him down at a moment's notice! Was this the payment he deserved for his rare display of altruism? Or did he really just misunderstood the twisted laws She held?

Either way Arctus was feeling more and more frustrated as he replayed every word the Woman had told him and Charlie, even going as far back as to the priest's ramblings earlier which the Padawan was starting to consider as rubbish. What annoyed him even further was Her comment about his mind being tested. When? That discussion with the deranged holy Joe? Facing the revenants?

The doctor's death?

Thoroughly vexed, the former smuggler stared at the Woman, waiting if She would say more along the lines of "I'm kidding, they can leave but you have to stay here for real" but she just sat before him looking all calm and serene. Nothing more. All that was left for him to do was to heed Her words and choose.

Were the others worth staying staying here for? Could he use them to get a shot at freedom? There were precious people who waited for him out there, even one he so desperately needed to meet again. Arctus turned to look at the door to the Woman's right.

Freedom from this hellhole was being offered to him so freely, and all he had to do in exchange was to leave his friends and Padawan brother to their fates. Those three, remaining here with the horrors that lurked in every corner. Or he could stay here with them, throwing away the opportunity to leave and meet again the people who loved him and whom he loved as much in return.

He simply had to choose.

Mum, Ansem, Alden, and Armin, the Dark Side reminded him, oddly subdued instead of seductive. Think about what they would feel if you never showed up again. Think of all three hearts you'd break if you choose to remain here. Felix will understand – he's known hardships and pain. Clove will understand – she loves you like a brother, and she'll want nothing but the best for you. Ruzaan will understand – he looks up to you and is constantly worried for you. Follow Her, Arctus. Follow Her, or else you won't be able to see your family again.

Think about Indy. Your disappearance will break her heart. You don't want to break her heart, do you? Not when she accepted all of you.

And the Mandalorian, your savior. You desire to meet her again, make her remember you. Make her look at you the same way you looked at her all those years ago back in Tatooine.

You may have very few reasons to leave, but are they all not reasonable?


Arctus lifted a hand to rub at his face, for the first time listening to the voices he hated as they spoke of reason. Or so It liked to think. The Dark Side might have known his mind, but It didn't know his heart. The battered, bruised heart that he kept in a shell made up of arrogance, bravado, and every trait he'd nursed and nurtured to protect himself from the outside world.

Try harder using my friends – my siblings – against me, dumbass.

As a child, his mother used to tell him that he had a big heart. But Arctus knew otherwise – it was so small, so scared of Dad, but brave enough to protect everything and everyone he held dear.

Hazel grey gaze drawn back to the Woman, Arctus turned to fully face Her and shot her a devil-may-care grin.

"Mum will fucking obliterate me if I leave the kids unsupervised," he said in response to Her advice. "Especially with undead horrors running about. And how the hell am I supposed to protect my little brothers and sister if I leave?"

That should be enough of an answer for Her.

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CRUMBLING RUINS
DARK CHAMBER

The fired wrist rocket flew from the darkness toward the collection of lengthy limbs. Impacting it, erupted into an explosion that echoed deafeningly down the corridor and left a ringing in the ears of any still nearby. Drak's targets were staggered, but already beginning to slowly regenerate behind him, sitting still in the air.

Meanwhile, the three who saw the hallway change were stuck in place, rallying for the next steps forward. Whether it was a glimpse of their reality, mere visions, or something else entirely was far from clear. Whatever the case, no violence came upon Ryun, Virago, or Laeonas once the screaming faces faded back to stone.

Then Senin sprinted past them all, flashing into and out of the emerald torchlight. Once the lightning's illumination faded the Sith was left in complete and total darkness, fully blind and alone. Direction was difficult to discern as his footsteps echoed off the stone beneath them in his mad haste to be anywhere except where he was.

Senin would crash full-tilt directly into a stone wall that he couldn't see, a loud cra-thump resounding down the hall as he impacted. Unless someone had followed him the man would be isolated where he was, unable to see the emerald torchlight any longer- if he was even conscious any longer. The ground beneath him felt wet now, pulsating to the beat of his heart. As if he'd been swallowed whole by some monstrous beast beneath the earth. Ghostly fingers seemed to brush against his skin from the dark, the air around him feeling thick, heavy, and oily.

Ahead of the others still lay the path. Sah'ra's attempts at rallying and calm may well save them from some horrible fate. Those within the torchlight could see, in the distance, a point of yellow lighting at the farthest end of the hall.


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Charlotte Le'Anna

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“Wonderful.” The words flew from her mouth again. Charlotte’s eyes locked on the shimmering ball beyond the Mother. She could feel the power radiating from it…whatever it was. She walked quickly towards the doorway, right before stepping in she looked back at the Jedi. “Sorry, Arc…some people just aren’t meant to be friends.” Charlotte stepping into the room. What little strength she had left in the Force bounced heavily in her soul. She was ready for whatever came next.

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Senin Ravelo

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While he continued running away from the others, Senin noticed how the darkness covered everything around him. It made the Acolyte become even more panicked. He would only stop his running when he hit a stone wall. He went directly on it, with his masked face colliding against it. The young man wondered if hitting him on the face was becoming a tendency.

Due to the collision, Senin fell on the floor. Now alone in the dark, the Acolyte started to contemplate what he had done so far with his life. He was a street urchin as a child and now he was a Sith. His mother would be so sad with him. Thinking about her, while being in the dark, made the young man start to cry. He wanted his mom.

Senin started to think about her, remembering how she would hug and say to him how he was a good and special boy. Even if he missed her, these memories made the Acolyte become more calm. The memories of his mother were so strong for him that he ignored the movement of the floor and the ghostly hands brushing his body.

He would lay on the floor, his eyes closed while focusing on these memories. Slowly he would become more calm.


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The man had started to move, but when the others-- the only other two people in immediate range-- didn't move in unison, he stopped. He heard the explosions-- and no screams from the Mandalorian-- so that was at least a good sign. That didn't mean he'd be willing to go back in that room after witnessing the horrors within however. Yet the path ahead of them flashed between normality and horror, and it was the only way forward. The only possible way they could escape.

It seemed that one was even more desperate than he was to leave, as the harlequin whizzed past him. An instinct besides fear finally spoke up, and Laeonas cried
"WAIT!" That hadn't stopped him; he'd probably had to much adrenaline to even register what he'd said. Than, he was gone, gone in the shadow ahead. He'd been there moments ago however, and it had been safe. Yet moments ago, the walls had turned to corpses.


"...none of this makes any lick of sense." The man whispered, staring down at the stone floor. "It don't-- it just don't. Ow'd th'at thing come out'f tha falls? Ow'd tha entrance close 'round us when th'at witch 'ad our names? Ow'd any of this 'APPEN?!" He began, tears finally starting to stream down his face. The white, milky oceans around aquamarines once again took on a pink haze, the taste of salt hitting his lips as the tears streamed down.

They probably didn't even know what he was crying about. Probably dismissed it as barbaric, incomprehensible ramblings. They and their vernaculars, from their worlds where they'd be given an education. Did the Sith woman recognize that the way he talked wasn't a choice? That his accent was a product of circumstance? He knew the albino's position; bigoted indifference. He couldn't help but remember that ginger he'd met on Zeltron, how he'd felt so passionately about elitist sentiments. Maybe if he got out of here he'd find the guy; assuming he didn't want him dead.

Ofcourse, an angry "friend" was the least of his worries right now. They needed to get out of here. With his mind in a state besides blind animal panic for once, he bothered to survey the other two. The Sith was fine; ofcourse she was. The woman probably only feared being unable to go and murder babies or something equally sadistic or cruel. She seemed inordinately concerned with the albino, however.


"Why?" He thought, teary aquamarines giving the woman sideye. She was shaking like a lily-- quivering like a baby bantha trying to stand. Such displays of weakness should've prompted disgust in someone like this, and yet she was showing concern. "She thinks she's useful." The man realized, eyes widening in recognition. Utility was the only reason he'd ever seen a Sith actually display concern for a person's wellbeing before-- that being his own.

But what did the Sith see in this woman? Laeonas tried to think back, run back through the chambers in his mind. Outside the woman had been paying attention to symbols and inscriptions. Deeper in, she'd done the same. Past that... Laeonas had barely paid attention to her after that. She'd been near the Sith the whole time, assuming that she'd just been huddling for protection with an obviously skilled combatant. It was only now that he realized the reason why the Sith had even allowed such behavior.


"She thinks whatever this one's doin' actually matters." He thought, gaze finally softening on the woman. In any case, even if the woman's obsession with this place's symbology didn't matter, her current state of mind would only leave them more vulnerable. If he'd learned anything in this place, it was that frantic, out of control emotion was... not good in situations like these.

...and what had every situation they'd been thrown into produced?

Laeonas stood there for a second, pondering the question that had sprung into his mind. He glanced over at the Sith, noticing that thoughts seemed to be racing behind blue panes, just as they did aquamarine. What were the chances that they were thinking the same thing?


"Probably thinkin' about whether or not ta kill 'er." He thought, in reference to the albino once more. It'd be down to her, him, and the mandalorian at that point. Assuming the other Sith was dead. "Ayy, we oughta find th'at guy up ahead!" He'd exclaim, pulling out his vibrosword. "Whatever's goin' on, th'at witch-- or whatever this is-- prolly wants us alone and freaked tha kriff out-- easier ta finish us th'at way, ayy?" He'd suggest, though it was more a statement.

What came next would be up to the Sith and the albino-- but the Sith, mostly.


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As the porcelain woman continued to whimper at Sah’ra’s feet, the Sith stood with a groan of disgust. If there was any hope of the woman’s mind not being splintered into dozens of pieces, of being any sort of assistance in finding the source of whatever caused these illusions, it was quickly fading away. She knew she couldn’t be bothered with dragging her along if all she could provide was blubbering nonsense; she’d only become a hindrance in Sah’ra’s objective. Offering one last opportunity for the girl to regain her composure, the Sith jabbed the woman who would be Ripley in the ribs with the toe of her boot.

"Get. Up,” she hissed once more but was soon distracted as the raven haired man called out from the darkness. Spinning on her heels, she barely made him out from the edge of the limited light cast from the torch she held.

Chase after him? The masked man who cowered in the darkness? Who simply bolted through the corridor blindly in fear? Just who did this young man believe her to be?

”You must be joking?” the woman responded icily. ”He’s made his bed and quite frankly, better him than I. If you have any sense, you’d leave him to his fate,” she continued before diverting her attention towards the faint yellow light at the opposite end of the corridor. Had that been there all along? Or was this yet another illusion? There was only one way to find out.

”Fetch him on your own, if you wish. I’ll not waste my time with cowards and fools,” she finally stated before starting to make her way towards the light in the distance. Sith or not, a blubbering Acolyte was not something she wished to be her downfall. One foot in front of another, she pressed on as she held the torch ahead of her. For a brief moment she contemplated stopping and throwing it to the feet of the man who seemed so concerned with the harlequin but she soon pushed it from her mind. She was the one with the foresight and courage to lift it from it’s berth so why should she offer him any sort of advantage? With a deep breath, suppressing as much fear that she harbored as she could, Sah’ra pressed on. Whether or not the albino girl or the raven haired man elected to follow her no longer mattered. All that did was moving forward, not back.

 

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Well.

Lorcan kind of just sat up for a moment before suddenly there was a flurry of activity around him again and he was moving but not moving and the ground was moving and so was the ceiling. It took him a fair few moments for him to properly recognized that the ceiling had collapsed as he staggered away as quickly as he could.

He was just DONE with this place.

Even his head clearing slightly just let him think about how karked the whole situation is.

He began to quickly pick up speed as he moved toward the only seemingly safe place - which was through the door at the end of the corridor. It hadn't been a great place to be before, what with all the Sith and Jedi attacking them, but it beat the shit out of being crushed by a ceiling. Grabbing hold of the female Ranger who seemed to act at least like she didn't want everyone else to die sounded like a great plan but he didn't wanna get shot.

And right now everyone was trigger happy.

Reaching the doorway, he waved for the others.

"Move already you dumbasses!"
he shouted back at them before heading through, immediately finding that they seemed to have gone a fair old distance, "Alright fuck... fuck why isn't any door we try an exit anymore?"


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A smile came to Felix's face at watching his plan succeed but it quickly faded as he realised it might have succeeded a bit too well as the floor continued to collapse towards them.

hooking his lightsaber to his belt he would turn on his heel "come on we need to go" he would speak to clove grabbing her hand and proceeding to run, pulling her towards the partially collapsed hallway where they had seen Arctus, he would let her go first as they moved through the debris to the other side and into the anteroom where they had last seen Arctus.

Looking around the new room he would take it sizing up the doors and trying to figure where Arctus had gone, "anyonw have a clue to which way they went?"

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Crumbling Ruin: The Chamber

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Voices echoed. Ripley's companions were talking, but the Arkanian might as well have been deaf. Their words were wholly undistinguishable, every phonetic twisting and contorting into jumbled up nonsense. It was like listening to the insane ramblings of a lunatic, or a foreign language from the outskirts of the Unknown Region.

Slender fingers still clung to the ends of her wet, disheveled hair, and she didn't dare to open her eyes lest another nightmare await her. Someone had knelt down beside the Arkanian—she could feel their presence. It was threatening but urgent.

A not-so distant explosion startled the Arkanian and rendered her silent for the time. Ringing filled her ears as a strong gust of air traveled down the length of the hallway, tugging on her hair and coaxing her eyes open.

"Get. Up. Whatever's goin' on...prolly wants us...tha kriff out... He’s made his... you have any sense....his fate."

White eyes darted between her two companions as their words slowly began to take on meaning again, first to the raven haired man and then the Sith woman. The former was, unfortunately, annoying in both realities.

A hand instinctually shot to the back of her head where a headache was beginning to form, only now realizing that the Sith had smacked her upside the head. The Arkanian rose to her feet, her legs still shaky and her head spinning. With one hand she reached out to steady herself against one of the walls, swallowing down her fears. As the green light swept forward along with Sah'ra Ryun, Ripley would follow with unsteady steps.

"Thanks for... that back there," she would mutter to the Sith, a hand still pressed to the back of her throbbing head. "But did you have to hit me so hard?"

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Good, the rocket did what Drak wanted it to do, not only did it work, but it also staggered the hands quite a lot...But he had no time to marvel at the beautiful explosion and the effect it had on his ears, he had to keep running now that he had bought himself some precious time. Drak kept sprinting, he had fallen behind both because of his armor and the fact that he had to shoot at the hands to not be grabbed, so he had to catch up.

Eventually Drak saw the green light and joined the rest of the group, didn't know where that light came from, but he was getting tired of the dark, didn't give him anything but headaches and monsters today, sticking with the others would have to do for now "Mhm, the clown mask boy is not with you?" Drak asked as he noticed that they were one man short...Chances are he was dead, no time to cry about it though "No matter, we need to keep moving, that rocket won't stagger that thing forever, quicken your pace." Drak stated, yet he did not stop following the one that held the light, going into the darkness was a bad idea, asking them to just go faster was certainly the best choice, which they probably would, if they knew what was good for them.



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As soon as the Sith step through, she would find there was no trick. She would step into a whirling of energy and when she stepped out she would be in her ship once again, fueled, functional and without the planet in sight, floating in space. She would be in space with no signs of the planet she had recently seen in sight. Free to pass on her way once more as if nothing had happened.

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As soon as Arc rejected the offer, the door slammed shut and he was blasted backwards into the anteroom as if in answer to Felix's question. The confusion and illusion from earlier was now cleared and the room with the woman now appeared to be filled with some white mist that sent chills down the spine and crept over the ground.

The woman appeared a moment later, large, long sickles in either hand, one appearing to be made of some pure, black energy rather than being a physical blade.

Return to your rooms or you will face my wrath, she said, her voice icy. The weapons in either hands gave off their own form of unnatural energy, a fear seeming to emerge from them as she stood in the doorway to the anteroom. The path that Charlotte had taken out lay behind the woman, seemingly their only path to freedom from this place.
 

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The dust from the second roof that had fallen on the Jedi, Rangers, and Sith was stuck on her skin and in her hair when they finally arrived in the room filled with white mist. It was almost beautiful if it hadn't been for the woman appearing with some very dubious blades that didn't appear to be physical in any way or shape.

Fear infiltrated her body and mind, heightened by the woman's icy voice laced with menaces and danger. But she stood firm, or as firm as she could, and turned around to face the hallway from which they had come, covering the group's back. Because Clove knew she wasn't the right person to talk to the woman or fight her way out of the situation. And since she was already near the back of the group, she might as well make herself useful by keeping an eye out.

Her ears twitched as she listened to whatever was going on behind her back, trusting that while she was covering theirs, they would cover hers.



 

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Slowly, uncomfortably, Ruzaan awoke from unconsciousness and immediately wished that he hadn't. He found himself facedown on the ground next to the Ranger who'd shot him and the abrasive Sith trooper (two of his favorite people), and surrounded by a strange white mist that made the whole place all the more eerie. Ruzaan's chest felt tingly where the stun bolts had impacted, but that was the least of his worries; there was an ominous woman wielding sickles that looked like they'd cut straight through to his soul if they connected. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself, Ruzaan cautiously stood up and inched away from Livi and over towards where Clove and Felix were standing.

At least Acrtus was here, and appeared to be unharmed. Thank the Force for that! However, his relief was short-lived as the woman spoke.

"Go to our... rooms?" Ruzaan asked, not believing what he'd just heard. Why did it sound like he was being grounded? "Who do you think you are, my mother?"

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DARK CHAMBER

Sat alone in the dark Senin went through a rapid flurry of emotion. Memories of his family playedd behind masked eyes, lending a sense of familiar warmth and safety. As he remained still the sensations around him gathered and grew, surrounding the young man like the loving arms of a mother's embrace. It was so comfortable, so familiar.

Would it swallow the man whole, in the end?

The others had gathered within the torchlight and begun to move along, their courage gathered one way or another. No more did the crickle-crack of snapping bones within grasping fingers echo down the wall. Now they were left only with their breath, voices, and footsteps beneath their luminate umbrella.

Appropriately, as they moved, it began to rain. It was heard first, pitter-pat on the ground. Then it swept over them all, droplets impacting and sliding down the edge of emerald light just like it was a solid thing. Each was red as fresh blood, forming dancing rivulets to pool around the edges of the torchlight.

Any who looked up would see not a roof but a blackened sky far above, lightning crackling between angry stormclouds. One flash lit up the shape of a truly titanic something hiding behind them, lying in wait for who knows what.

Crimson began to fill up the space around them, creeping further and further up the edges of light. Their safe space began to shrink ever so slowly under pressure. Up ahead, still, that yellow and sunny light still presented itself. Just a minute longer, perhaps, and they'd reach it.

Would the torchlight hold?


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Charlotte Le'Anna

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OOC: Not-So-Abandoned Building

Charlotte passed through the energy…her body shaking. She blinked once…twice…trying to understand what she saw. The Hapan noble sat at the controls of her ship, floating aimlessly in space with a full fuel tank and Hapes in the nav. The strange planet was nowhere in sight? Was it a dream? A Force vision? Something else? No. It had been real. The small ball of guilt in her stomach over leaving Arctus was real. Stupid Jedi, he should have come with her. What was left for him in that mansion besides death? Charlotte sided. She’d have to kill him if they ever crossed path again. What a waste.

Slowly, her mind began to function normally. She needed answers and Hapes would not provide them. Charlotte carefully switched the ships transponder and fiddled with the nav system. Hapes could wait a few days. Only the dark libraries on Korriban housed the knowledge she sought. For a moment, she thought of seeking Andruil but the Empress was far above her. Paddling around blood-soaked floors drinking wine was gone. Charlotte’s own ambitions needs to change.

If this strange world taught her anything, it was the limitations of her powers. She had been nothing in comparison to what they faced in the mansion. Worse, she could not even comprehend what happened. A failure of her own training and her own mind. Her knuckles turned white while gripping the controls. She was better than this…she was.

Anger raced in her heart. Anger for her own missteps. She moved too slowly…too cautiously. She needed to be bold to solidify her power. Art had soared while Charlotte remained wallowed in mediocrity. She hated herself for it. Crying about the death of her father like a schoolgirl. Guilty over leaving a Jedi behind. She was a servant of the Darkness, and she would find answers. She slammed the hyperdrive to speed towards Korriban.

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OOC: Exit Thread

 

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HUMBLE TOWN

Ashla stared down the hole she had managed to cut through the floor, not sure what she had been expecting given how long it had taken them to climb up those stairs. But the floor below was right there, and remembering the creepy darkness in the corridor outside the room she didn't think there was much of a choice here.

"Let's go!" She said to Trini as she jumped through the hole, landing in a roll in the floor below. As she came to a stop on her knees, she heard the whispers in her head, and feeling a little confident at her ability to get out of trouble given the ease with which she had gotten them out of the study, she followed the impulse.

Walking down the hallway, she would reach the stairway and pause. She wanted to believe the voice that she would not be harmed, though she wasn't sure it was because of any insight on her side or whatever hold the thing might have gained on her when she offered it her hand. She had let it in, and she could not be sure how much she could trust herself. Ultimately making her mind, she started heading down the stairs, not waiting to see if the Amaran had followed her.

She came to a stop before the door, and having made up her mind to see this choice through, she wasted no time in pulling her lightsaber out once more and attempting to cut the lock to get to the other side of the door. Whatever waited there, she was ready to face it.

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HUMBLE TOWN.

Trini followed reluctantly behind Ashla as the Force-wielder descended the stairs, having followed her through the floor and - very confusingly - into the same entrance hall they had left. Before they left the office, she had taken the time to snatch up the crumbling papers on the desk, which were now tucked under one arm, while her other wielded her mostly depleted stingbeam.

"We're not supposed to be here." The little Amaran muttered. Her ears swiveled as she strained to catch the sound of chanting. "Can you hear that??"

As Ashla attempted to slice the lock, Trini gritted her teeth, holding her weapon ready, for all the good it would likely do her. I need to start carrying something stronger than this. She thought to herself.

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Humble Town

Crix had seen some really messed up shit in his relatively short time in the Galaxy but some of the stuff he was seeing today really kind of just made his day. He could tell that the pale Twi'lek was reaching the same level of freaked out that he was - the level you reached when you realized there was probably more so it was probably just better of to save all the energy from the mini-freak outs you wanted to have for the massive freak out that was definitely coming.

Because it was definitely gonna happen.

Touching the door had been intended to find a way to access some kind of control panel but it did have the side effect of letting him feel the Force through it. It pulsed closer to the center of the door in a way he had never experienced before, resulting in a pad of buttons coming up without any kind of clear indentations or notations.

"Alright..."

No markings on the pad but it was laid out like the pad would be if it had numbers... or if those numbers could be used to represent numbers. Like those old-school methods for typing using only numbers repeatedly pressed like old people used to do before datapads got better. He didn't have any numbers to hand that might be right.

But he had a name.

"A-L-L-E-R-Y." he typed into the pad as though it was some kind of old datapad phone screen, "Come on... please don't explode on me or something..."


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Ashla's lightsaber made quick work of the door that stood in the way of satisfying the itch in her brain. Once she had carved her way through it and the two passed the threshold, the chanting would be noticeably louder and more ominous.

Whatever was happening, the two seemed to have arrived at its crescendo. As they made their way down the path that was behind a door, it would snake and curve until suddenly they were faced with a large circular room lit only with faintly glowing candles mounted on the walls.

Standing in a circle were robed figures with obscured faces. Not by masks or by hoods, but almost as if their faces were blurred out, no matter how hard Trini or Ashla would squint to make out any details.

Before Ashla or Trini could interrupt or inquire about anything going on, the room would suddenly go dark and they would be assaulted by a cacophonous noise, almost like the beating wings of a tredecillion birds swarming around them. Even the glow of Ashla's lightsaber seemed to be sucked into the darkness.

At the same time, Crix's hopes that his guess would be correct would be granted. The pad he'd punched the name into blinked red a few times before switching to a single blink of green, the door in front of him sliding open silently. The tank girls behind him would mirror this, their eyes changing to green instead of their previous blood red.

As he made his way past the door, Crix would follow a long hallway until he had met the same circular room that Ashla and Trini had found, just on the opposite side. He arrived just before the lights had gone out.

After a few moments, the candles would suddenly spring back to life, the blurred ones having disappeared and their chanting ceased. In their place was a being, like something none of them had ever seen before.

It was holding someone it its arms, its taloned hand almost siphoning the very essence of their being out of them. The trio would recognize the person as Allery.

A sickly, saccharine smile spread across the beings face as it finished doing whatever it was doing, casting Allery aside like a used bath towel. It pointed its finger at Ashla and spoke so they could all hear, though its mouth did not move.

It is time, It said, and the mark on Ashla's chest would begin to burn. Slowly at first, but with growing intensity. Kill your friends and be granted your salvation.


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