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OOM: Martial Law
Jan. 6th, 2014 12:22 pm(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
Overseer Harkun's wrath was a palpable thing as he ordered her upstairs to see the weaponmaster. She had no choice but to obey, even though she KNOWS that something is very, very wrong with the order.
At this hour, there won't BE anyone upstairs for her to see. And her combat skills are hardly lacking, she's always been near the top of her class! That, all together, means this is a blatantly unsubtle setup of some kind. It would be nice to know what KIND of trap she's walking into, she muses as she makes her way to the training area upstairs...
As she enters the dark and deserted room, the nature of the setup reveals itself as two of her fellow Acolytes drop their concealment, their power suddenly visible to her senses.
Wydr and Balek, a set of fraternal twins she's long been familiar and, sort of, friendly with. She eyes the two large men warily. "This isn't a social call, is it?"
"No," Wydr replies with a shake of his head.
"Sorry it had to be this way," Balek says, shifting nervously, face anxious. Ibani has always suspected that he has a crush on her.
"Quiet, Balek," Wydr snaps. Then he looks at her, solemn. "Harkun made us a deal, see. We kill you, we go home."
Ibani sighs. "I wondered what he was up to," she says with a grimace.
Wydr speaks up again. "We don't want to. But, we know we can't beat Ffon, and we'll never be Sith. At least this way, we can go home - alive."
"I understand," Ibani says quietly. And the worst part is that she does understand. Hasn't she always chosen to live, no matter the price of that life? She draws her blade and moves into an opening stance. "You may buy your lives with my blood tonight, but I will not sell it cheaply! Come at me, if you dare!"
They do, of course. They have everything to gain and nothing to lose. They fight as one, with an eerie, well practiced coordination. It's more like fighting four opponents than two, and in an enclosed space to boot.
She comes close, very close, to dying. By the time the brothers lie dead at her feet she can barely stand, bleeding from more than a half dozen wounds. Her head spins and she can't concentrate properly to heal the wounds shut. Was there a poison or a drug on their blades? She wouldn't put that past Harkun.
She staggers to a doorway and through, hoping to find somewhere safe to try and tend her wounds before she bleeds to death....
Overseer Harkun's wrath was a palpable thing as he ordered her upstairs to see the weaponmaster. She had no choice but to obey, even though she KNOWS that something is very, very wrong with the order.
At this hour, there won't BE anyone upstairs for her to see. And her combat skills are hardly lacking, she's always been near the top of her class! That, all together, means this is a blatantly unsubtle setup of some kind. It would be nice to know what KIND of trap she's walking into, she muses as she makes her way to the training area upstairs...
As she enters the dark and deserted room, the nature of the setup reveals itself as two of her fellow Acolytes drop their concealment, their power suddenly visible to her senses.
Wydr and Balek, a set of fraternal twins she's long been familiar and, sort of, friendly with. She eyes the two large men warily. "This isn't a social call, is it?"
"No," Wydr replies with a shake of his head.
"Sorry it had to be this way," Balek says, shifting nervously, face anxious. Ibani has always suspected that he has a crush on her.
"Quiet, Balek," Wydr snaps. Then he looks at her, solemn. "Harkun made us a deal, see. We kill you, we go home."
Ibani sighs. "I wondered what he was up to," she says with a grimace.
Wydr speaks up again. "We don't want to. But, we know we can't beat Ffon, and we'll never be Sith. At least this way, we can go home - alive."
"I understand," Ibani says quietly. And the worst part is that she does understand. Hasn't she always chosen to live, no matter the price of that life? She draws her blade and moves into an opening stance. "You may buy your lives with my blood tonight, but I will not sell it cheaply! Come at me, if you dare!"
They do, of course. They have everything to gain and nothing to lose. They fight as one, with an eerie, well practiced coordination. It's more like fighting four opponents than two, and in an enclosed space to boot.
She comes close, very close, to dying. By the time the brothers lie dead at her feet she can barely stand, bleeding from more than a half dozen wounds. Her head spins and she can't concentrate properly to heal the wounds shut. Was there a poison or a drug on their blades? She wouldn't put that past Harkun.
She staggers to a doorway and through, hoping to find somewhere safe to try and tend her wounds before she bleeds to death....
