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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-01 20:12

Eric listened to what the being was saying, it was eerie, but he was sure that his own presence would be considered eerier to some people. None the less, the melody he created in his head began to warp into a set of words, before reverting to a shrieking again. Eric was getting tired of this; it was not as debilitating as it was annoying. But that was causing him to not focus as well on channeling the Force to combat this. Perhaps it was more of a compounding effect, but never the less he had to act. But just as he was figuring out how he wanted to proceed a whole myriad of things happened in what had seemed like a few mere seconds but felt like eternity.

First he felt that strange fellow who had accompanied his Master and himself to this damned place, and then very shortly after he felt the fury of his Master manifest to a whole new level than he had witnessed to date. He heard her ask Ryan to take him away, but Ryan had refused and readied up in arms to help do battle. Eric was not about to let his Master go handle this by herself, or let this new guy show him up. He had learned a lot since she last had seen him, so he now had a chance to prove himself. The scream amplified in his head, and it was terrible. But he had to push on as they were counting on him. The screams were resonating his skull, but he began to warp it into more of a vibration through himself instead of letting it resonate in his head. It was more manageable this way, but when he took out his vibroblade he saw the effect it had upon himself. But he took a few steps back and turned to join his Master and noticed why they had gotten in the position they now faced.
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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by Azra Avasara » 2013-08-05 03:55

For all that Ryan seemed to be possessed of a gift with the Force, he seemed--to Thess' estimation, at least--remarkably inept in some regards. For one thing, being unable to shield his thoughts from her left his reactions exposed, and she was able to take the time to consider everything...both said, and unsaid. She wanted to chuckle slightly at the thought of being perceived as some sort of divinity of vengeance; no, she could accept being construed as somewhat more righteous than a creature of the Dark Side, but there were limits even to that, and 'angel' went well beyond those limits. She had known an angel, once...but that was a memory for another time. Herself, however...she was something else, something worse; most people who had gotten to know her years ago had taken to calling her a demoness, and perhaps that was accurate. If it wasn't, it was at least a far cry closer, she knew that much for certain. Angels were beautiful creatures, possessed of such noble qualities as sympathy, compassion...

...and perhaps most importantly, they were possessed of mercy. The dark woman's thoughts seemed to take on a less-than-receptive bent at the contemplation of the word; she understood it, true, but she wasn't necessarily gifted in the application of such a concept. It had uses, at least, when it was deemed to be convenient...much as the understanding was amongst the more sadistic and heartless of the galaxy. She felt a wave of revulsion at the silent admission to this new shame, but such was the truth: her conceptual grasp of mercy was flawed, at least in comparison with the overall design of the concept. Even this fanciful creature Ryan's perception conjured, this 'avenging angel' would have likely better grasped the notion. No, Thess was certainly no angel, nor was she anything so close to the graces of the divine. She was too far lost along the wrong side of heaven for that sort of consideration.

Still, he was partly right. At least she was on the righteous side of Hell.

"Well, I do like to make an entrance," she remarked, the words practically hissed out. "As for what's next...we move, quickly; and we bring the other spirit with us. She's connected to this planet's entire ecosystem." Turning her attention briefly to her apprentice, she sighed, making a mental note to review her training methodologies later, if they got out of this encounter. Either she'd failed somewhere, or perhaps the young man was simply struggling mightily. For the moment, she was left with precious little in the way of any realistic options. Fighting back the flash of anger that threatened to rise, she turned to Ryan again, lightsabers still out and seething with power, the same power and fury that radiated from the very core of her being. "Get the spirit out, as fast as you can; we'll do whatever we can to keep the other one occupied. If you fail..."

She sighed once, inaudibly; if he failed, they were all screwed, and the odds of the planet's ecosystem rejuvenating were on a quick trip down the drain. "If you fail, pray that I'm the one to kill you for it."

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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-08-23 21:48

Eric was still shaking from the distributing screams into his skull, it was not that he was afraid, it was the way he channeled it to not affect him as prominently. But Eric listened as his Master had tasked Ryan to escort out the spirit lady, but in all the confusion and now soon to be action words had fallen on deaf ears. So Eric turned and began to escort the spirit out of the room, as it was bound to not happen if everyone wanted to be on the offensive. Eric sheathed his vibrosword and began the whole process; it was going to be interesting getting out of here as everything is not as it seems. That was the first lesson he learned while in here, as the room began morphing all around him to its current configuration. That meant the same path that lead here may no longer lead here, or it does and the new configuration is an illusion. Eric began to exert himself some more to peer into the whole room, and see if he could find a weak spot through the Force. It turned out, that the room was not an illusion but it was actually what it did look like. That was an interesting development, as it could lead Eric to two different conclusions. First one would be that the creature that lured Ryan here needed to focus to try and impede them, or that the creature was leading them into a false sense of reality by flicking rooms and places all over the place.

Eric was going to lean towards the second option as no battle was yet starting, but that by changing things over and over again would disorient them. Now that he knew the room held no secrets, he ushered the spirit woman out the exit. As he did so, he heard cackling not from in his head, but echoing down the halls. The screams that were reverberating through his skull were slowly subsiding, which caused his shaking to begin to slow down to more of a twitch. But it was not going to be easy; Eric had that pit in his stomach feeling that something else was going to work against him. Lo and behold did it, as he rounded a corner, and saw a hole in the floor that spanned too far for him to jump, even assisted with the Force. Eric stepped back and used the Force to see if he could detect if he was amidst an illusion, but he could not tell. Something seemed off, but he could not put his finger on it. The possibility that it was not an illusion and could indeed be a huge hole in the floor was not enticing for him to want to take that chance. After all, if it’s just a huge hole, what else could be under that he could not peer into; to verify.

Eric turned around to take another route, when the spirit woman floated right by him. Eric went to say something, when she walked right over the “hole”. Eric was feeling a bit sheepish now, but it could still mean nothing, as she was not quite normal. But then again neither was Eric, nor his Master. Perhaps nothing was quite “normal”, but he went with it. So he turned around and went back towards the hole, then he took his vibrosword out and came up with a plan to get himself across. He would use his vibrosword as a cane, and he used it to put in front of himself to test if there really was a hole or if it was something there. Eric began walking forward slowly, testing each step of the way, the spirit lady was on the other side watching. But then just as soon as he began walking across, shadowy figures appeared behind the spirit woman. Eric caught a glimpse of them by chance, as he was tasked with protecting her. His constant vigilance between himself and her afforded him the opportunity to see the figures. Eric did not have time to take it easy, as his charge was about to be compromised. Eric began to run, and put some extra boost for the Force into it to be able to get there in time to change the outcome.

It was imperative that this spirit woman made it out safely, as his Master said something about her being key to the ecosystem here. Eric made it just in time and sliced through the shadowy apparition on her left and sliced down upon the right one, as he slid after the first using her leg to turn his moment. Thankfully she was a lot more solid than looked, as her lithe form lead others to believe. Now it was time to focus, as the screaming went away, a good sign he may be out of the creature’s effective range of direct influence. But that did not mean the rest of this cave was not subject to its will. Eric needed to get the spirit woman out, they were what he felt as half way, but that was all subjective if this place is not as it was when he first came in.
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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by Azra Avasara » 2013-11-14 04:56

She didn't need to turn around and look to know that the other two were on the move; while they might honestly have been crazy enough to consider throwing their lot in with the Omega Order, they weren't crazy enough to stick around when a Dark Jedi radiating the full, awesome fury of the Dark Side was having a pissing match with an ages-old ghost made manifest by the Dark Side. No, being party to that sort of fight took a special kind of crazy, one to which most people had no desire to lay claim. Perhaps it was thusly a stroke of fortune for Thessalia that she was among that rare few either possessed of such a measure of delirium, or just too stubborn for her own general welfare. In the end, however, it hardly mattered...she was here, juxtaposing herself to directly intercede on the spirit's path to what he so madly wanted, while it was whisked away, a greater span opening between the two groups with every passing second. The Dark Side radiated from her, a palpable torrent of fury and hatred all amplified easily a thousandfold as it fixated on her very being, swirling around and through her like an unholy gale-force nightmare...

...and there she stood, glowing red eyes staring down the aspect of malevolence before her, appearing as the ice-cold calm of a dreaded storm. She knew, even as she briefly locked eyes with the spectre, that it was more focused on something else; knew, even, what that something else was. How could she not, after all, when she had come here to rescue it? Such was unimportant in the grand scheme of things, however, compared to the far more pressing matter of ensuring that the two spirits were kept far away from each other. That required the full might of the Dark Side, as it had seen fit to bestow unto the righteous monster of a woman, and it would likely take more than she could muster to have any real, lasting effect.

Looking around briefly, the dark woman felt a wicked grin spread icily across her face; the two of them had fled together with the escaping spirit, leaving her alone to contend with the eternal warden. It was as convenient a situation as she could have anticipated, in that it gave her the freedom to do whatever was necessary to prevent his success...even at her own peril, if it came to it. Yet all of that--and indeed, what she had done thus far--meant nothing if she didn't capitalize on it. There was one distinct advantage that she could number in that endeavor, and it was merely her hope that it made the difference: the malignant spectre hadn't been expecting resistance to his plans, and doubtless was beginning to lose his patience at the mere thought of everything unraveling. No converts to his dementia; no new prisoners to condemn to an eternity within the Vault; just himself, lost and alone in this maddening pit. Her efforts were bearing fruit, where his were suddenly becoming less and less likely to succeed...the idea of being thwarted by something finite, something mortal--would have made his blood boil, were he alive to have any. It was that frustration that would lead to his unbridled anger...

...and, she surmised, to his making a mistake. Anger of such magnitude, frustration born of such circumstances, led to desperate decisions, even for something infinite. Still smiling that strange, seemingly-feral grin, she focused her attention on the manifestations of the wicked spirit's will, channeling her own touch of the Force into their being. It was an arduous process, made even more so by the resistance they continued to offer against her use of the Force in the first place. The last time, she had been forced to briefly sever herself from the Force; this time, despite the screams in her mind and the clawing at her senses, she pressed deeper still, channeling all of her own fury into it. Like a wave of pure force, her rage began to push back at them, driving them away from her colleagues and their charge bit by bit. A wall of flame rose up from the farthest outreach of this effort, splitting them off completely. In the process, that wall trapped her in the central chamber with the monstrous spirit...a spectre that now had all the more reason to hate her, and no other focus for his rage.

She had barely brought her senses and faculties back to her control when she heard the roar of indignant hatred, echoing so far throughout the cavernous vault that it doubtless must have reached the others. Before she could react to it, his presence was upon her, and her own soul began to writhe inside her as her mind found itself caught in a struggle--an expected one, but still a difficult one all the same--for control over itself.

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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-11-19 21:55

Eric was making his way down the hallway, when a roar echoed off the walls. It was a blood curdling roar, and it froze him for a brief moment. But just as quickly as it affected him, he noticed the hallways and corridors begin to shift. His Master was helping; perhaps she managed to find a way to stem the creature’s tide of power it exerts against everything in the Eternity Vault. The shifting stopped a few minutes later, but the hallway reconfigured itself and hopefully he could make his way out with the spirit woman. Eric decided to give his Force Light a try again and see if it would illuminate the way, and as he summoned it. The area lit up, unlike when the creature was suppressing it. So Eric began to walk down the path with the spirit woman in tow.

It was quite a strange trek down the halls, as traps that had killed previous travelers littered the halls. As the creature was not influencing the entire Eternity Vault as much anymore, so skeletons were plentiful. It was like a boneyard, just a sea of white bones and tattered cloth. Not to mention all the crushed or pierced bones strewn about. As Eric began to walk forward, all he could hear was the sounds of bones and skulls crunching underfoot. The spirit woman seemed to pay no mind as she made her way forward. It was a lot to traverse, and made more inconvenient by all the bones strewn about. But it was time to get the spirit woman to freedom. The corridors were long, and even a few were dilapidated and not traversable. This caused a lot of doubling back and extra travel time. Hopefully his Master was faring well versus the creature, of who knows how much insurmountable strength. As if it could manipulate the entire catacombs here to what it desired, well the amount of strength and concentration to do that must be fairly close to insurmountable.

Eric was essentially wading through bones, the closer they got towards the exit. As the less Force saavy people that visited did not stand much of a chance versus the plights the Eternity Vault held. Albeit Eric was sure a majority of them simply did not know what this place was and simply came in to avoid the never ending cold that blighted the landscape.
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Post by Azra Avasara » 2013-12-26 05:37

"Why do you resist?" The voice was haunting, angry...tireless. It sought vengeance on her, she knew, and just as well, she also knew that it would not relent, for it had no need. A spirit that had no need to worry about mortality was one that could take its time with everything it wanted to do...and patience made for a dangerous enemy, especially in the demented and otherwise insane. She had wondered, while initially committing to this plan, whether it was truly a wise strategy...now she knew better. It hadn't been wise at all. Instead, it was something that bordered on the suicidal; it was entirely within the realm of possibility that she could lose herself to this monster, and possibly bring his madness out into the greater galaxy. No...that was something she could not allow. "Tell me, mortal child...why do you resist? Give in, and all of this can end." The voice was laughing, and she could feel it trying to inflict some measure of pain on her; it took a great measure of concentration just to keep that pain away, to mitigate its severity.

"No," she hissed, her voice hoarse and sharp; struggling against the possession of an unholy spirit, she couldn't control how loud her voice was...or wasn't. She couldn't see clearly, either, as the influence of the spirit warped her vision, distorting every aspect of the vault. Shadows leapt out at her from hidden corners of the room, and light danced across her vision in intermittent blurs. Glowing shafts of red appears along the walls wherever she looked, a projection of her eyes as her rage consumed her, was twisted in an attempt to bend and break her. "I'll never give in!" The echo of her shout as it bounced along the stone walls hurt her ears violently, and she felt burning-hot tears escape her as she cried slightly from the pain. Had the bastard been of the physical realm, she would have taken any risk, then and there, to break him in half...just to get the torment to stop. "...do you hear me? Never."

"Oh, but you will...you can, and you will. There is no escape for you here; not even in your mind can you find a way to escape me." The laughter reverberated off of the walls again,ringing just as loudly in her mind as it did without; hate began to build in her with every passing second of the unrelenting noise. "And when you at last realize that you have already given yourself to me...your precious children will be next. Through you, I will claim them as my own, and my legacy will continue throughout the stars...throughout eternity, perpetuated by you as the price for your interference."

The pain was still there, coursing through both body and spirit with each passing second...but for a moment, she paid it no heed. There was no reason to consider the pain--or, more to the point, there was plenty of reason to consider something else. She could remind herself until she was blue in the face that she'd been a horrible wife and mother--a phantom, when her loved ones had needed her the most--but threats against their safety always riled her up like nothing else. On top of that, threatening to use her to harm them...right now, the only thing going for the spirit was that it didn't have a body. "Very poor choice of words," she snarled, her voice a frozen whisper of rage. The thoughts flashing through her mind were images of malice, little more than hate and fury given a diabolical form. Oh, how she longed for their subject to manifest...the pain she would inflict upon him would have been legendary.

"Spoken as though I care."

"You should..."

The spectre laughed again, the sound ringing painfully in her mind. "And why is that? Do you presume to hold some sort of power over me?" You, trifling mortal?"

For the first time since allowing the spirit inside her, Thess felt herself smile; it was the cold, sadistic smile of someone about to enjoy a kill. "Only the worst kind. You've lost...the warden of nature is free." For a brief instant, she could feel him weaken inside her as the force of her words began to hit home; then the hammering hate struck back, harder. If anything, that was a tell that it was indeed working as planned. She was angering the spirit even more...and it was beginning to get sloppy. "Your purpose in this vault is failed...there's nothing left for you!" A soft laugh escaped her; it felt forced, choked out of her against the pain ravaging her senses. "You've failed...there's nothing for you, and therefore you are nothing." Her thoughts began to grow lighter, and the simmering hate gave way to scorn and disdain. "Get out of my mind, freak.... You mean nothing to this galaxy; it won't miss you."

A final loud scream echoed through the room, straining the limits of her mind as it crashed off the walls...and then she was alone.

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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by Eric Hughes » 2013-12-29 23:11

Eric finally sifted through the last of the bones with the spirit woman and the cold could be felt permeating the gear he was wearing once again. But the spirit woman just ran outside and as Eric was about to give chase, she disparated. It was a little anti-climactic he thought, but with his ability in the Force. Why could there not be more than he thought he understood of the universe? Then things started happening, it was getting a bit warmer where he stood. Not by much, but he could notice the subtle difference. But Eric had no time for this, as he turned to go back in he saw Ryan coming out. But Eric had no time for it, he just waved him off and ran back inside to help his Master. He was literally running down the halls, the sounds of crunching bones bouncing off the walls like a cacophony. It was grating on the ears, but his Master was left alone with some little menacing creature. Usually she was quick to make work of foes, so to see Ryan come out before her was not the best result Eric was hoping for. She must’ve sent him away, and she was alone with the creature squaring off against it. But since the halls had shifted, Eric felt a little off. He tried feeling for his Master’s presence, but it was almost as if she was not there.

This was pretty unusal, as she always made her presence known when she was angry. And that little munchkin of an enemy made her furious, so she would be venting some serious rage for Eric to be able to follow back to her location. But try as he might, he couldn’t find her through the Force. So he had to rely on skills he had not utilized in a while since joining the order. He looked down at the ground to see if he could see a path they had taken, but there were no bones this far in. So he could not follow pulverized human remains to his Master. He then noticed a smudge on the floor, nothing big or out of the ordinary. But enough to see a pivot in a direction, so he ran down the path and lo and behold there was his Master blocking the exit he had taken and the diminutive creature that she had stopped from initially pursuing him and the spirit woman. Eric yelled down the hall at his Master,
“She has been freed, but I do not know where she went!” Hopefully, she would hear him. But more so, hopefully he caught her at the end of the battle. Assuming one was waged, as he had hardly felt her presence from as close as he was currently.
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Re: MCS ERH - SMB2: King of the World

Post by jacenwesiri » 2014-03-13 04:51

Mission Status: Success.

Other stuff done, just a post here remains. Blitz tells me it's done, so it's done. Simple as that.



Primary Objetives:

Destroy all mercenary bases and forces (or drive them off world) - Done
Prevent the damage/destruction of the vine-silk and vine-coffee farms - Done


Secondary Objectives:

Rediscover and explore the Eternity Vault -- Done
Assist the Invids at reestablishing their old haunt in the Corridor - Done.
"Don't worry guys, it's cool. We've got this, I'm Master Yi!" -- a questionable Yi player, who ended the game 2-16. We lost.

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