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OOM: The Prophet Arrives, Part 1
Jun. 4th, 2016 07:22 pm(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
Rylee Dray pushes dark hair damp with nervous sweat out of her eyes, then glances over at her dear friend Destris Veran, the scars across his face standing out more than usual as his face twists in anger at the sounds of the door to their safe house being broken down.
"We were betrayed," she says, her voice cracking with sorrow. Not now, not when they were so close to getting the help they needed!
"Yeah, AGAIN," Destris replies, bitter and angry at the universe.
Rylee swallows, her own expression turning sour. It looks like their first betrayer, Paladius, is going to have them killed by their former 'brothers and sisters' of the Screaming Blade Cult.
Their holocom chimes with an incoming call, and they both know who it has to be. HE never could resist the chance to gloat.
Lord Paladius' image comes through on the holocom, the red skin and facial growths of a Sith Pureblood studded with golden jewelry paid for with the efforts of his cult.
"My dear children," Paladius begins, voice oozing condescension. "My brutish enforcer Destris, and beautiful, intelligent Rylee. It pains me to do this, but you've given me no choice."
They both hear the metal keeping the cultists out give way, and a pack of their former associates make their way into the safe house, bristling with weapons and looking quite murderous.
Destris has always been mouthy and aggressive when under threat, so she's not surprised when he gives the holo a rude gesture and snarls "Oh, cut the bantha poodu, Paladius. You've never cared about anything but yourself!"
Rylee summons up her own nerve and readies her blaster. It won't be enough, but she's not just going to stand here and die. "We don't need a Tryant, we never did," she says quietly but firmly.
Paladius actually laughs at them. "What marvelous last words! But I think my other children would like to play with you now." The holo goes dark and some of the cultists charge at them with vibroblades while others start shooting with blasters.
She dodges the first swing by a green skinned Twi'lek after he knocks her blaster from her hands, but he recovers too quickly and she can see the blade coming back around too fast. She's going to die.....
Time seems to slow to a crawl, like everything is moving through thick syrup. She can see the vibroblade coming toward her, the droplets of sweat and the shout of rage that twists the Twi'lek's face. Then, a red bar of light appears through the Twi'lek's chest and he stumbles, falls. As his body collapses, she sees a figure in strange red and black armor standing behind him. Her...rescuer pauses only for a moment before making an inhuman leap back into the mass of cultists, purple lightning crackling from their fingertips.
There's another being helping them too, some great bestial looking creature in red and blue and heavily augmented with cybernetics. Cosmopolitan as Nar Shaddaa is, she can't even identify his species, but he's cutting cultists in HALF with that vibroblade of his.
The fight is nasty, brutish, and short. The Sith, for that is surely what her rescuer is, and her...creature utterly obliterate the cultists in less than a minute. Who are thy? What do they want? Is this a rescue, or merely a prelude to a worse fate than what had awaited them before?
"What have we got here, the cavalry?" Destris quips, puffing himself up as he always does. "The help was nice, but I had it under control," he brags.
Rylee loves Destris as a dear friend, but it is times like this that she's SURE he's going to be the death of them both! What is he THINKING, using that attitude on beings who casually took apart a force that would have annihilated the two of them!
The blue and red creature growls something at Destris that neither of them understand, but the threat in his tone and body language is very clear.
Time to pull Destris out of trouble, if she can.
"Destris," she chides him, trying not to let the terror she's feeling show. "This isn't some holo you're talking to!"
She bows low, trying to be as polite and subservient as possible. "My Lord, thank you for rescuing us from certain death."
"You are most welcome, Rylee," the figure in armor replies, and Rylee realizes the figure is female. "And this fellow would be Destris Veran, I presume? My name is Ibani and this," Ibani gestures to the creature, "is Khem Val. Darth Zash has sent me to make contact with you."
Rylee could almost cry in relief. This is the help they were promised, and it's very competent help! "Oh, we're so glad to see you! There's so much planning to do!"
Destris, wisely, decides that now is not the time for him to open his mouth again.
The armored woman, Ibani, nods, then speaks. "But not here, I think. This place is no longer secure. Do you have another safe house?"
"Just one left, it...leaves a lot to be desired," Rylee replies, imagining how their help might respond to the conditions they'll be living in. Destris calls it a rat-hole, it's not much of an exaggeration. But they'll have to do their best with what they've got, at least for now.
Rylee Dray pushes dark hair damp with nervous sweat out of her eyes, then glances over at her dear friend Destris Veran, the scars across his face standing out more than usual as his face twists in anger at the sounds of the door to their safe house being broken down.
"We were betrayed," she says, her voice cracking with sorrow. Not now, not when they were so close to getting the help they needed!
"Yeah, AGAIN," Destris replies, bitter and angry at the universe.
Rylee swallows, her own expression turning sour. It looks like their first betrayer, Paladius, is going to have them killed by their former 'brothers and sisters' of the Screaming Blade Cult.
Their holocom chimes with an incoming call, and they both know who it has to be. HE never could resist the chance to gloat.
Lord Paladius' image comes through on the holocom, the red skin and facial growths of a Sith Pureblood studded with golden jewelry paid for with the efforts of his cult.
"My dear children," Paladius begins, voice oozing condescension. "My brutish enforcer Destris, and beautiful, intelligent Rylee. It pains me to do this, but you've given me no choice."
They both hear the metal keeping the cultists out give way, and a pack of their former associates make their way into the safe house, bristling with weapons and looking quite murderous.
Destris has always been mouthy and aggressive when under threat, so she's not surprised when he gives the holo a rude gesture and snarls "Oh, cut the bantha poodu, Paladius. You've never cared about anything but yourself!"
Rylee summons up her own nerve and readies her blaster. It won't be enough, but she's not just going to stand here and die. "We don't need a Tryant, we never did," she says quietly but firmly.
Paladius actually laughs at them. "What marvelous last words! But I think my other children would like to play with you now." The holo goes dark and some of the cultists charge at them with vibroblades while others start shooting with blasters.
She dodges the first swing by a green skinned Twi'lek after he knocks her blaster from her hands, but he recovers too quickly and she can see the blade coming back around too fast. She's going to die.....
Time seems to slow to a crawl, like everything is moving through thick syrup. She can see the vibroblade coming toward her, the droplets of sweat and the shout of rage that twists the Twi'lek's face. Then, a red bar of light appears through the Twi'lek's chest and he stumbles, falls. As his body collapses, she sees a figure in strange red and black armor standing behind him. Her...rescuer pauses only for a moment before making an inhuman leap back into the mass of cultists, purple lightning crackling from their fingertips.
There's another being helping them too, some great bestial looking creature in red and blue and heavily augmented with cybernetics. Cosmopolitan as Nar Shaddaa is, she can't even identify his species, but he's cutting cultists in HALF with that vibroblade of his.
The fight is nasty, brutish, and short. The Sith, for that is surely what her rescuer is, and her...creature utterly obliterate the cultists in less than a minute. Who are thy? What do they want? Is this a rescue, or merely a prelude to a worse fate than what had awaited them before?
"What have we got here, the cavalry?" Destris quips, puffing himself up as he always does. "The help was nice, but I had it under control," he brags.
Rylee loves Destris as a dear friend, but it is times like this that she's SURE he's going to be the death of them both! What is he THINKING, using that attitude on beings who casually took apart a force that would have annihilated the two of them!
The blue and red creature growls something at Destris that neither of them understand, but the threat in his tone and body language is very clear.
Time to pull Destris out of trouble, if she can.
"Destris," she chides him, trying not to let the terror she's feeling show. "This isn't some holo you're talking to!"
She bows low, trying to be as polite and subservient as possible. "My Lord, thank you for rescuing us from certain death."
"You are most welcome, Rylee," the figure in armor replies, and Rylee realizes the figure is female. "And this fellow would be Destris Veran, I presume? My name is Ibani and this," Ibani gestures to the creature, "is Khem Val. Darth Zash has sent me to make contact with you."
Rylee could almost cry in relief. This is the help they were promised, and it's very competent help! "Oh, we're so glad to see you! There's so much planning to do!"
Destris, wisely, decides that now is not the time for him to open his mouth again.
The armored woman, Ibani, nods, then speaks. "But not here, I think. This place is no longer secure. Do you have another safe house?"
"Just one left, it...leaves a lot to be desired," Rylee replies, imagining how their help might respond to the conditions they'll be living in. Destris calls it a rat-hole, it's not much of an exaggeration. But they'll have to do their best with what they've got, at least for now.
