Open Tatooine The Last Vault of Jabba

[Khlan Gonk]

First the brain had frightened the cybernetic gank. A spear had nearly clipped his side, edging him closer to the precipice of doom. Then the fall terrorized him. To Khlan, reality might as well be ripping at the seams. Would the walls close in next, or would whispers of conspiracy come from the shadows next? Perhaps a dagger in the back, or a carving of open delight to the face?

Thankfully, one thing Khlan was good at was falling. Going limp had been a pastime for the orphan and coward. When danger showed its face, Khlan knew the value of playing either dead, or weak enough to buy time for an opening to attack or flee. No one paid attention to a corpse in the middle of a fight when there were other, more intimidating threats. However, his droid made numerous amounts of noise as it honked helplessly over and over on its backside.

At the bottom of the pit, Khlan lay still momentarily, hiding the fact he was conscious, bruised, and alive. Somewhere, he could hear his droid making numerous amounts of noise as it honked helplessly over and over on its backside. Tomorrow Khlan would feel pain from the fall, but for now, trained cowardice and adrenaline made him remain still.

Spoiler

OOC D20 Roll: 18

A body moved over the fallen Gank, calling out to attack the Twi'lek. Khlan recognised the opportunity to help the Force user, and perhaps get her into his debt. Or perhaps, to gain an ounce of control over reality again. Even as the monk’s spear hit the ground, Khlan had risen and pulled his knife. Like some half-starved Kowakian monkey-lizard, Khlan had jumped onto the monk and stabbed the exposed neck repeatedly until the foe fell.

Khlan turned his head towared the other monks. The Enlightened one was still picking himself up. The others were drawing their weapons and charging.

“Kill them now! Press the advantage now!” Khlan hissed at the others.

@Sreeya @Volene @Akheron @Mythos

 

[Z'Kair]

“Ouch! Keep your face worms to yourself!” Kai yelped as he shoved the Pureblood (@Akheron )away from him in the aftermath of their landing. His hand planted right over the pureblood’s face, shocked to discover that tentacleface wasn’t as squishy as he looked. Regardless, he pushed the face away and scrambled to his feet, picking up the pieces of his dignity after that embarrassing fall. A glance around suggested that everyone else also ate shit. The Khlan (@Narzen ) guy looked like he was straight up taking a nap.

The monks weren’t taking a rest and they all picked themselves up to fight again. Kai was not a fighter, and he looked around to grab a large rock. He scrambled to snatch it and hurled it without looking directly at one of the monks. However, between the darkness and panicking, the rock would clock Gemini (@Mythos ) right in the middle of his forehead. Kai squinted in the dark to see his handiwork.

“OH SHIT I’M SORRY DUDE!” He yelped. Not only was his move worthless against the monks, but he potentially stunned an ally for a moment.

As a result, one of the monks got the upper hand and jabbed with a spear, successfully grazing Kai’s arm while the Fiani was trying to convince his fellow spicer that the hit was a mistake.

Dice: 3/20..

@Volene

 

[Nefid]

Still on the ground, still unable to rise, Nefid analyzed the unfolding fight, halfway pushing herself up with her useless knee sprawled out behind her. Most were standing now, friend or foe, though that didn’t mean most were useful. The Pureblood was slow to act; the thief landed a solid blow on an ally. Surprisingly, it was the Gank who savagely took out the monk Nefid had led astray. A clever ploy, too. Perhaps she’d misjudged him.

Of the monks, five were left, though one was pinned under the red-haired man and the enlightened one she intended to leave alive. The Pureblood warrior was eager to fight, as was the Gank, or so he’d just demonstrated. As for the thief, well. Hazard or no, friendly fire or no, they needed him for traps still. Nefid focused on the monk threatening him.

There was no more subtlety, no intricate illusions or elaborate tricks. Only a crushing mind thrust, her power against his. The monk froze in place and struggled. An instant later he collapsed at Kai’s feet, dead with no apparent injuries.

I said to kneel, her mind roared, and everyone heard her. Now you die.

@Narzen @Akheron @Sreeya @Mythos

Spoiler

Roll: 16

 

[Gemini]

No sooner as Gemini sat up to get off the being below him, a whizzing rock came hurtling toward him as if it was Armageddon on the Horizon. Reeling his head with the blow, his temper flared as his face became as beet red as his hair and even in the darkness, he nearly mimicked the red alien entirely.... minus the tendrils.

As he went to stand up and confront the being who threw such an offensive nudge, Kodi was quick to apologize, just as the Monk that had been beneath his grazed him. Quickly his anger turned from Kodi toward the monk, but before his blade could be withdrawn and arched at its throat, Nefid had already beaten him to it in a manner of speaking.

"Kriffing hell!" He cursed within the cavern's alcove, his voice echoing slightly below Nefid's own telepathical roar as the blood from the rock's graze trickled down his nose. Only four of the monks remained and everyone was intent to take them out before he got the chance. Handing Kodi his vapor, he pushed the thief aside and began throshing toward the nearest monk.

Spear versus Ax. He trembled in excitement at those odds.

Spoiler

D20 Roll: 17

With a running start, he charged the Monk, sliding beneath the sapient's spear as it turned toward him as he slung the ax's blade across it's shins and causing the monk to falter in its stance. Rising from his knees, Gemini stood up beside the falling Monk and drove his blade straight into its neck, finding some resistance at the bone.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai attempted to stand up properly as Kodi stuck a hand in his face, forcing him to remove it just so he could see and not die a premature death. He was intrigued as he noted a monk just fall over, frozen in place. And he felt a surge in the Darkness before it, coming from the Twi'lek. Any doubt about who she was decipated, his assumptions had been correct as he caught a glimpse of a lightsaber after.

She was definitely a Force User and a powerful one. But of what sort.

Such thoughts were for after, the fight required attention. As such he charged for the closest monk, leaving the Enlightened alone, instead going for one of his friends. Perhaps the Enlightened would know where the actual vault was and how to get out of the pit. He struck at the monk only to have it deflected and having to defend against a strike. He swatted it aside and attempted to shove him back, angered at this turn of events wasting valuable time. The longer they took, the more guards would start to notice and turn up.

Spoiler

Roll D20: 4

Without realising, his Anger had a affect, the Darkness listening to his frustration and reacting, as Trodai was forced to try and shove the monk back, only to instead use the Force. A Force Push erupted from his hand, one that only managed to slightly push the monk with little affect, but still it surprised Trodai. And he had a revelation.

So the spirit was no hallucination. All he had been told was also true, he possessed the Force, and a dark heritage. One he fulfil he hoped. Such thoughts were cut short as a knife found his left side, entering. Trodai stood back as the blade jutted in, holding the monk he stabbed him in the throat, dropping the body he tried briefly to access his wound.

It was no good, he would need to keep the small dagger there for now, less it act like a plug being taken out of a sink. And he be drained. No his survival training taught him better an the it was better to leave such blades in under the circumstances. Moving on, despite the pain, and his new temporary attachment, he slowly walked towards the next opponent.

@Sreeya @Narzen @Mythos @Volene

 

[Khlan Gonk]

Khlan hissed in defiance as the battle continued in the pitt that the group had found themselves in. The chaos of the battle had crescendoed: the Twilek had seemingly killed a monk just with a look, the fox-eared had pelted the madman, who in turn took down a monk with a burgeoning rage, and his bodyguard had gotten into a wrestling/shoving match with another monk and received a knife to the side. Khlan glared slightly, knowing he would have to fix the wound later.

A monk yelled as he charged the Gank. Khlan turned just in time to see the spear being thrusted with deadly intent.

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OOC: Counter Monk’s attack:
Dice Roll: 3

Unfortunately for the Gank, Khlan was not a fighter. He was an ambusher, an opportunist, a parasite at its worst. Open conflict was something he did not do well at. Seeing the spear coming towards him sent him into a panic. Even though his head said “dodge and lunge” his heart said something completely incoherent and meaningless. And in most situations involving Khlan, the heart won out.

Khlan fell backwards and to the side as the spear pierced his side. Khlan let out a scream as his mortality was verified with a single strike. Yellow skin opened as a trail of dark blueish black blood spilled out. The monk continued to attempt to stab the Gank who was busy on his hands and knees crawling and wriggling away, avoiding further stabs.

“Eeee! Trodai! Help! Your doctor needs help! Ignore that knife wound and help!”

@Trodai Narat-iv-Adas @Gemini @Sreeya @Volene

 

[Z'Kair]

This was a complete disaster. He was glad Gemini (@Mythos )didn’t exact revenge for his mishap with hurling a rock at his face. There was utter chaos as monks started to get cut down, but their group took injuries as well. Tentacleface (@Akheron ) got stabbed and Khlan also took a hit. Pale Lady did her thing and Kai looked down at the dead monk at his feet. He filed that display away for later, for now focusing on the last remaining monk while everyone else was struggling with their own battles.

Kai was not a frontline combatant by any means. He came here to mess with traps or crack codes. However, an opportunity presented itself and he took it. Springing into action, he rushed towards where Ugly (@Narzen ) was scrambling away on hands and knees after his spear injury. Kai put his specialty skills to use, moving right by the alien and pickpocketing the plasma torch from him. In one fluid motion he ignited it and thrust it right into the last monk’s face.

There was an ear-piercing cry from the man as Kai then slammed him into a wall. The stench of burning flesh permeated but Kai didn’t kill him yet, “Extract the vault location from him!” He said urgently to Pale Lady (@Volene )while he held the dying monk in place. She only had seconds before Kai would finish the job and gouge his throat out with his claws.

Roll: 13/20

 

[Nefid]

And so fell the last of them. Unbothered by the injuries on their side, considering she had sustained none, Nefid rushed over to the dying monk at the thief’s call and loomed over him.

She broke into his mind like a river bursting a dam. Irresistible.

The dying man’s thoughts were pathetic. All his consciousness was occupied by feelings of pain and the sorry wish not to die, which Nefid had to wade through in order to get to anything useful—only to find herself before childhood memories, tragedy, a teenage boy’s initiation with the B’omarr... The man’s life was flashing before his eyes.

I have what we need, she announced, perhaps surprising Kodi by speaking immediately after him. Her foray into the monk’s mind had taken but the better part of a second. And more. Do what you will.

At that, she immediately lost interest and turned her attention to the enlightened one, the brain in a jar. At last a subject matter worthy of her interest. Only she was unable to focus. A few feet away from her, Khlan’s panic clamored all over the pit, like an alarm blaring in her ears. Nefid fought the urge to bury her forehead in her hands for relief. The Gank writhed on the ground like a worm, screaming out his agony.

For the second time, she focused on him. This time he would find the experience more pleasant. Though nothing changed, his pain subsided. His wound bled out all the same, only his mind stopped processing the signals. Nefid’s head stopped screaming.

Someone help him, she said. Or finish him off. But make it stop.

@Narzen @Akheron @Sreeya @Mythos

Spoiler

Roll: 19

 

[Gemini]

Flesh and bone dripped from his ax as he tore the blades curved edge from the monk's neck and let the lifeless form drop into the dirt below. His gaze shifted about, seeing the remnants of the enlightened one's guards fall to their driven will. Maybe this crew wasn't as bad as he originally thought. Perhaps they could do what they sought out to do. At least, as long as no serious attention was drawn from those above.

Hearing the silent one's plea to help the screeching hound that had became the Gank, his twisted the handle of his blade within his grip at the momentarily thought of finishing it off, the likelihood of his screams alerting others if he wasn't silenced soon, but chose to see what this Gank could provide in the future. After all, it seems he was the ring leader of this small outing anyways.

As he approached, he knelt down. The wound seemed mostly superficial, down to the bone, but by the screams he produced earlier, likely no internal damage. So Gemini tore some of his cloth from his armor and began to bandage the wound and after reaching into the Doctor's bag, he retrieved a small vial of bacta to inject directly into the wound. It would heal it, but at least it would stop the bleeding and save the Gank for what laid ahead. The rest would be up to him.

"He should be good. As long as he stays out of future fights, that is." He spoke to the silent one @Nefid before turning to Kodi. "I need a hit."

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As the last fell, Trodai at least for the moment, given his injury. Now they could take a proper look and see what needed fixing, the Warrior had a quick look, seeing the blood dripping out and pan was felt as the adrenaline wore off. Now was when Khlan or someone would be needed to help with delicate task of removing the blade without hitting anything vital and so he could at least continue to fight if he had too.

Which was looking even more the case as they continued.

He asked the question. Even as he applied at least tempted a basic first aid using his survival knowledge.

Spoiler

Apply First Aid Roll D20: 10

He was in part successful in applying his medical knowledge, as he removed the dagger carefully. Before plugging the hole with some ripped parts of his clothing and bacta patches, but it was not enough to stop it completely. He continued to bleed despite it, so he called out. Clearly it had nicked something inside.

"I need some additional aid, I have done what I can to take it out and stem the bleeding but my knowledge is limited. Khan if your fixed up if your up to it, I need your medical expertise."

@Mythos @Volene @Sreeya @Narzen

 

[Khlan Gonk]

Khlan quieted down pretty quickly once the pain in his side receded. He felt the tinge of something unnatural on his mind. Something insidious, much like the vision from outside the palace. Was this the loss of reality at its finest?

Another thought struck Khlan when he glanced at Nefid. One inadvertently directed at the Twilek.

Can this control over reality be learned?

His attention was drawn away to the madman who fixed up his wound.

“Much appreciated…” Khlan hissed as he looked over the work. It wasn’t too shabby. Perhaps later he could get a metal plating over it, which then later could be replaced with cybernetics around the area to provide some added protection. Maybe an added sensor, or a battery pack could be inserted underneath, for future uses?

Khlan turned his attention to the enlightened monk. What secrets did it hide in its body? How was the brain kept working even after bodily removal? Did the brain belong to a human? Was it even human anymore?

Khlan was about to go towards the robotic body when his bodyguard requested help. For a few moments, Khlan silently debated to himself on whether or not to help him or to satisfy his own curiosities. Eventually, the fact that Trodai had more potential future uses than the monk persuaded Khlan to help him.

Khlan reached down to his cybernetic leg. Hidden inside was one of his more unorthodox makeshift surgical tools: an oblong cruel-looking thing called a medical stapler.

“This will hurt…” Khlan half-warned behind a slightly sadistic smile while removing the bloodied bandages.

Moments later, Trodai was mostly healed. At least to the point where the medical patches did their job effectively and Trodai didn’t risk bleeding to death.

Khlan glanced around in confusion.

“Hey! Anyone seen my torch? And any idea how to get out of this pitt before more arrive?”

BoomBox, helpless during the entire fight, made several pleading honks as his legs flailed. The poor droid had landed on its backside, and no one, not even its master, had noticed its desire for help.

@Mythos @Volene @Sreeya @Trodai Narat-iv-Adas

 

[Z'Kair]

“I gotchu,” Kai said as he offered his own mix of spice. If Gemini took a hit, he would feel an explosion of sensations and numbness from any pain. The last monk laid dead from where Kai slashed his throat, but Pale Lady extracted what they needed to know.

“It’s damn useful,” Kai said to Khlan as he drew out the torch he swiped from him. He flashed the gank a fanged grin, “Mind if I hold onto it for now?” He asked. Hopefully the guy was injured enough to forgive the fact that Kai stole it in the first place.

Kai focused for a moment, sniffing the air as his ears swiveled. He could see better now that he adapted to the darkness.

“This way,” He said to the group as he started to move through the shadows with practiced steps. His nose and other heightened senses were leading the way and he was largely on autopilot. The path would zig-zag several times before Kai came across a wall. For a moment it would look like a dead end, but Kai stepped back, glancing over at Gemini or Nefid, either of which could put their skills to use (Kai of course had no clue Nefid’s Force use was limited).

Granted that one of them slammed a heavy weapon against the wall, it would reveal an inclined path back up towards where they were. Kai gestured at the path, “Our way up,” He said with a grin before he scampered up the ramp.

finding way up: 16/20

@Narzen @Volene @Akheron @Mythos

 

[Nefid]

Wounds bandaged. Screams silenced. Bearings regained. A group refocused, ready to move again. Nefid caught the thought from Khlan, the one that sounded like a question. She caught his eyes, too, to let him know she had, then she turned away without answering. If he thought she could control reality, who was she to disprove him? (@Narzen)

She followed the thief across the maze, hopefully with the rest of the team in tow. If anyone noticed, the enlightened B’omarr obediently followed, bringing up the rear in his spider-legged droid. It may yet prove useful.

The thief turned to her. She had other plans.

The rest of them shone like her. Well, not like her—Nefid had yet to meet someone quite like her. But they shone not unlike her, different branches of the same tree.

One of you three, she projected in their minds. Open it.

If they wanted her attention, now was the time.

@Akheron @Sreeya @Mythos

 

[Gemini]

"Much obliged friend." Gemini spoke to Kodi as he was handed the spice. One deep draw, and euphoria took hold as his mind danced upon the cavern and his heart saw the stars over Tatooine. Then, serenity. Handing it back, he grinned, eyes as heavy as his body felt. "Good stuff."

As the group marched onward, Gemini lost himself in the high, tracing his fingers along the sandstone and lime, seeing things that weren't there and yet somehow made him giggle. Even once or twice, he kicked up his feet and danced a little jig until they came to a dead-end. Perplexed, Gemini looked closer. He chuckled. "Its a false wall!

Oblidging the silent one, Gemini stepped to the forefront of the group and let his mind wander upon the Force for but a moment until he could feel the exact spot before grasping at its current and forcing it through his foot as he placed a well put kick and the weight of the door shifted and revealed the path ahead. His gaze met that of the silent one as he offered the group to proceed before shifting to Kodi. He laughed again while speaking. "A false wall..."

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai observed, the man they had met was certainly a curious sort...strange even but effective. And they were much alike in some ways, he was efficient at least. Even despite his dependence upon the spice. He was about to step forwards when the man stepped forwards, a hint of annoyance in the Force made itself known.

For stealing a chance. But it subsided, he knew there would be named more chances or he hoped so.And so he followed after, wincing a little at the pain in his but it was bearable, he had suffered worse wounds before now. Continuing, he held one sword cautiously while the other sat in it's sheathe at his side.

@Sreeya @Mythos @Volene @Narzen

 

[Khlan Gonk]

Khlan hissed slightly at the idea of loaning out his plasma torch to someone else.

“No way, that’s a keepsake. Best tool I ever had.” Khlan explained as he swiped the small device back. To khlan, it was more than just a tool. It was his first surgical tool and weapon. It was the device for every situation. Could use it to help cauterize an open wound, or split open a locked box, or weld together two pieces of metal to repair his leg. It was also acquired in the same place that he himself and BoomBox were first discovered.

Having put his surgical tools away in his leg as well as pocketed his own torch, and hoisted up Gonk from his fallen state, the Gank followed the rest. However, he didn’t get far as he was too busy hanging with the monk, gazing over it’s workings. It was fascinating to say the least. How did it work? How was the brain so effortlessly connected to the droid to allow complete and smooth control?

The thief pointed something out. The madman began to laugh after kicking a wall. A ramp was revealed. Khlan smiled widely as his attention was drawn back to the task at hand.

“It seems I have a good team for this after all” Khlan complimented the rest. “Come come, allow me. Now that I know what we may be facing, I believe my guidance has already shown its usefulness.”

Spoiler

D100 roll for next room.
Result: 23: trap room

With that, Khlan scampered forward and began to lead the way. Through dark tunnels and tight corridors, the group plodded on. Khlan, for the first time in his life, almost felt at home. His squat body and robotic limbs seemed to excel in the tight quarters.
Finally, Khlan came upon what he believed to be something of note. A large circular chamber, approx 50 foot diameter and 10 feet tall. All along its blue sandstone walls were markings and carvings of various symbols: representations of eyes, tongues, hands, noses, ears and brains of all sorts of alien species. The floor and ceiling were made of some kind of brownish metal. At the center of the room, a central, porous stone column.

“Interesting…” Khlan commented as he walked towards the pillar in the room.

Once everyone had entered, the door behind and ahead shut with a bang. This ‘trap room’ was also a training room for monks and initiates of the order. The room was designed to help monks develop a way to disconnect from their senses. Even if that meant by permanently losing those senses. The top of the room opened up and several blinding strobing lights began to fill the room like a nightclub with too big of a generator. The walls vibrated with deafening booms and ear-piercing metallic wails. The floors began to sizzle as they rose to smoldering temperatures from burners underneath, burning at the boots and soon the feet of the intruders. From the column, a thin, colorless but cloying gas emitted, choking all who breathed its sweet-smelling fumes. Finally, several small spigots popped from the ceiling near the lights, and began to spray some kind of clear liquid that someone might have recognized as rodent killing Silicartha X-TREME

“What the kriff?!?” Khlan coughed and shouted as he covered his eyes at the sheer bombardment of the senses.

D20 roll rules for the room:
5 traps
Failure: disable 0 traps
Partial success: disable 1 trap
Full Success: 2 traps
Critical: 3 traps
Something bad will happen if all traps aren't disabled, depending on what traps aren't disabled

Spoiler

D20 Roll at disabling the traps
Result: 19

Khlan blindly threw his knife at where he believed the lights were coming from. For once in his life, his luck favored his arm, as the knife struck not just the light, but one of the power couplings. The lights instantly died, and with the loss of electricity flowing in the area, spigots stopped spraying their potentially deadly substance.

@Mythos @Volene @Sreeya @Akheron

 

[Z'Kair]

Where Kai’s sensitive ears came in handy before, it worked horribly against him now. The room was an assault on all his senses, and he almost collapsed from all the noise. Fortunately, he was already spiced. He took another hit and more or less numbed his senses. While this would help a bit, it also made him a bit delusional. Paranoia and anxiety filled him and he had the overwhelming compulsion to steal.

Khlan managed to knock out several of the traps, but the floor was still burning hot and the gas kept pouring in. He could make out where it came from by virtue of his sensitive nose. His eyes were watering and he coughed and sputtered, but he had a vague sense of direction.

“Gimme a boost bro!” Kai said, half dazed, as he stumbled over to the tallest member of the group - Tentacleface (@Akheron ). He didn’t even wait for permission, jumping up to hoist himself up onto the guy’s shoulders. He promptly sprang up to stand, reaching his clawed digits to mercilessly swipe against the ceiling where he saw a terminal feeding into that duct. His efforts would tear the piece right out, stopping the dangerous flow of oxygen. He moved to sit back down.

“SOMEONE GET THE FLOOR!” Kai screeched, entirely content with sitting atop Trodai’s shoulders until someone else solved the floor situation.

@Mythos @Volene @Narzen

 

[Nefid]

So it was the madman who acted first to reveal their way forward. Interesting.

They followed the Gank until the next room not knowing what hell awaited them. Nefid’s senses came under assault from all directions and by all means imaginable. Instinctively she covered her eyes and ear cones, not that it did much against the toxic gas.

She couldn’t control this. She could control herself. Mind above all.

It wouldn’t help against whatever physical damage she’d sustain, but Nefid successfully closed off her mind to the alarm signals her senses sent. She was not B’omarr, but with them was one who was, one of the enlightened monk who’d gone through this, and in its thoughts the Champion found additional insight. The lights she stopped seeing, the sounds she ignored, the smoldering floors were warm to the touch but not burning. To her, at least. The thief’s screeching indicated otherwise.

Internally, Nefid cursed the electronics, these dead things she held no power over. Only this time, she didn’t need it.

For the first time the crimson blade of the Sith came to life in her hand. Pointed downwards, at the floor, as Nefid walked on bare feet over the burners and dragged the blade across them as she went. Several inches deep, it wasn’t long before the gash found a power line or something important between the far wall and the center of the room. The floor returned to normal.

Let’s go, she said. She’d forgotten about the deafening wails entirely.

@Akheron @Sreeya @Mythos @Narzen

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was not amused, although he tried to boost it was not made easy by the gas and the half melting of boots. Spluttering a bit and coughing he was forced to unceremoniously dump Kai on the floor, just in time as the flames went out as he attempted to stay on his shoulders. Which were not stable at all. Clearing his lungs, he stepped forwards and attempted to find some kind of panel to open the door blocking their way forwards.

Being cautious, he felt out the walls carefully. Although he had questions, even if some were answered. It was now clear the Twi'lek was all he had suspected, the lightsaber proved it. She was Sith. And so he had found part of what he sought for so long.

Now to prove himself.

First by trying find a way out and hopefully not into another trap. He was still cautious, this place was turning out to be a death trap waiting to happen, he hoped he found something of worth in the vault. Especially after all the trouble, he just hoped the thief didn't steal it all. Or the madman blow it up somehow.

@Sreeya @Volene @Mythos @Narzen

 

[Gemini]

Gemini had remained silent for most of the death room's interruption, the many traps reminding him of serious hangover and spent some of the time upchucking what remnants of food remained in his gut upon the boiling floor. And yet, one by one, each of the traps were swiftly dealt with until he was able to stand and think a tad bit more clearly. And yet, that deafening wail remained and his temper only rose.

As the others sought a way out, his attention was elsewhere, as he attempted to locate and destroy that which remained until its power source was revealed behind stone and cement. Raring back his fist, allowing the Force to become a singular focal point, he plunged his fist into the stonework, and behind it, the electrical charge that plagued his mind with relentless screams. Withdrawing his fist, there was utter silence, and from his lips escaped a sigh of relief.

"Never has silence been so inviting." He spoke aloud as he turned to Kodi for another hit. "Might i have another another, friend?"