“There’s too many of them! We have to fall back!”
“NO! Hold the line, we can do this! No surrender, no retreat!”
Lakay’la held a gleaming sword high above her head to accentuate the inspiration, the light of its metallic blade glittering in the hot sun. The blood of the tyrants she slew dried slowly upon it. There would be more blood before the day was through.
She lowered her weapon and cast a speculative gaze out over her troops, noting the expression mirrored upon every soldier’s face. These warriors would live or die on her command. The responsibility was her’s, yet the cause was necessary. She wasn’t certain she’d live to see the end of it- but that would almost be a mercy. She used the back of her armored sleeve to wipe sweat from her brow and forced herself to smile. Her warriors would not see her strength fail...for many of them depended on it.
A horrific explosion nearly threw the commander off her feet but by luck she managed to brace the worst of it against a crumbling stone wall. Some of her troops were not as fortunate. Lakay’la watched as many of the men she’d just looked into the eyes of were instantly disintegrated with no trace left of their bodies at all.
The enemy was ruthless. And they were here.
“Now is our time, my friends! We are the last hope of this world! Together, we will prevail! CHARGE!”
She led the last of her unit, storming past the ancient ruins with blades in their hands and righteousness in their hearts. The two forces left after the explosion collided together like a smith’s hammer upon an anvil and the violence of the confrontation seemed enough to split the entire planet in two. La’kayla found herself in lock-step with an enemy; a slightly overweight human that seemed to be sweating far more than he should be. As the two warriors circled one another, Lakay’la narrowed her eyes and clutched her blade with both hands.
“You’ll never succeed! I won’t let you or your evil forces advance any-”
Her enemy held up a hand with his thumb tucked in tightly and his palm facing Lakay’la, who sighed softly and tossed her sword into the dirt.
“Sorry!” The human choked out, his face turning slightly pale. “I gotta…ooooofff, I gotta go! Those Batuu Bits aren’t sitting well!”
Without another word, the world froze and a door opened upwards in the ruins themselves that the ill human quickly escaped through. For those still left on the battlefield, a deep male voice blared out from no discernable source.
“Welcome to Eternal studios! The game has been paused. New players are now being accepted. For those leaving, thank you for playing Warrior’s Wake and enjoy your time at Hologram Fun World! The session will resume shortly.”
As the message repeated itself in multiple languages, the Padawan began to stretch out the aches she’d gained while playing and twisted her torso left and right. Lakay'la had been using her free time to come here whenever she could afford it for years now and every single time she underestimated just how much of a toll the live-action hologram roleplay took until the game was stopped and she was reminded of just how much sweating she was doing. The Jedi training certainly made her stand out in combat, but the true fun of LAHRPing was in the connection it often brought to others also seeking to unwind in a somewhat unusual way.
As she always did during a paused session, Lakay’la looked around for someone real to talk to until the game resumed.
“NO! Hold the line, we can do this! No surrender, no retreat!”
Lakay’la held a gleaming sword high above her head to accentuate the inspiration, the light of its metallic blade glittering in the hot sun. The blood of the tyrants she slew dried slowly upon it. There would be more blood before the day was through.
She lowered her weapon and cast a speculative gaze out over her troops, noting the expression mirrored upon every soldier’s face. These warriors would live or die on her command. The responsibility was her’s, yet the cause was necessary. She wasn’t certain she’d live to see the end of it- but that would almost be a mercy. She used the back of her armored sleeve to wipe sweat from her brow and forced herself to smile. Her warriors would not see her strength fail...for many of them depended on it.
A horrific explosion nearly threw the commander off her feet but by luck she managed to brace the worst of it against a crumbling stone wall. Some of her troops were not as fortunate. Lakay’la watched as many of the men she’d just looked into the eyes of were instantly disintegrated with no trace left of their bodies at all.
The enemy was ruthless. And they were here.
“Now is our time, my friends! We are the last hope of this world! Together, we will prevail! CHARGE!”
She led the last of her unit, storming past the ancient ruins with blades in their hands and righteousness in their hearts. The two forces left after the explosion collided together like a smith’s hammer upon an anvil and the violence of the confrontation seemed enough to split the entire planet in two. La’kayla found herself in lock-step with an enemy; a slightly overweight human that seemed to be sweating far more than he should be. As the two warriors circled one another, Lakay’la narrowed her eyes and clutched her blade with both hands.
“You’ll never succeed! I won’t let you or your evil forces advance any-”
Her enemy held up a hand with his thumb tucked in tightly and his palm facing Lakay’la, who sighed softly and tossed her sword into the dirt.
“Sorry!” The human choked out, his face turning slightly pale. “I gotta…ooooofff, I gotta go! Those Batuu Bits aren’t sitting well!”
Without another word, the world froze and a door opened upwards in the ruins themselves that the ill human quickly escaped through. For those still left on the battlefield, a deep male voice blared out from no discernable source.
“Welcome to Eternal studios! The game has been paused. New players are now being accepted. For those leaving, thank you for playing Warrior’s Wake and enjoy your time at Hologram Fun World! The session will resume shortly.”
As the message repeated itself in multiple languages, the Padawan began to stretch out the aches she’d gained while playing and twisted her torso left and right. Lakay'la had been using her free time to come here whenever she could afford it for years now and every single time she underestimated just how much of a toll the live-action hologram roleplay took until the game was stopped and she was reminded of just how much sweating she was doing. The Jedi training certainly made her stand out in combat, but the true fun of LAHRPing was in the connection it often brought to others also seeking to unwind in a somewhat unusual way.
As she always did during a paused session, Lakay’la looked around for someone real to talk to until the game resumed.