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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 10, 2019 2:37:54 GMT -5
Objective: 1 Darth Malice smiled and chuckled at the destruction. She could feel the countless deaths of those within the blast radius and it empowered her more than ever. Their spirits would be the power for something more dangerous. She glanced up to where she could feel Lady Naefas "Better than you may know." she replied. "All forces. Advance on the wall, we have our opening. Leave no soldiers alive, any civilians attack you, you are to disarm only. I repeat Kill Soldiers, disarm civilians." Malice and her squad charged the opening, her eyes glowed purple as she exited the smoke on the other side, the souls of those that died in the explosion started to converge on her location. Valkyrie squad stood in a protective formation around Malice as she forced the spirits to bend to her will, taking their energies into herself. She started to build up an excessive charge as vast amounts of force lightning started to crackle around her "For the Empire!"  Just as she her limit was reached she fired out a concentrated blast of the accumulated force lightning and let is all loose on one of the AA-guns before taking aim at one of the enemy ships in orbit before collapsing to her knees with exhaustion. Lady NaefasMavi@astarte Iona Tendrarin |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 10, 2019 5:15:48 GMT -5
Objective 1
Another shuttle bearing reinforcements soared high above the battlefield, aptly avoiding the deadly inferno in the air. Nobody aboard spoke. Perhaps all passengers preferred silence, maybe none felt like talking once the utterly despicable and malevolent presence swallowed the poor shuttle whole in a greeting; death itself peeked in from the netherworld and gently touched every being inside the spaceship with its shiver-inducing scythe. Not exactly a common sensation, alerting even those not connected to the mythical currents of the Force. Such was the power of Listehol, enveloping any and all in its eternal darkness.
One last tremble and the shuttle’s movement reached a stop as it kissed Listehol’s ground. Its belly thudded open and unleashed a fresh batch of troopers; dozens of boots pounded the metal ramp as they immediately moved in to reinforce positions. Blaster bolts eagerly rushed their direction to greet the new arrivals who replied with shots of their own. And finally, out came a little girl with pink colored hair, looking no older than ten. She wasn’t dressed appropriately for the warzone ahead. No armor covered her body – the only visible apparel on her form being a white summer dress and black moccasin shoes. Even if she looked out of place, her expression of pristine fury signaled she wasn’t on Listehol to pick flowers.
“Hey, why didn't you wait for me? I missed the beginning!” called Funami, angrily waving a clenched fist as she scampered down the metal ramp. Not an early riser, she had managed to miss the start and burned with righteous anger at those who had decided to go ahead without her present.
Neon green lights lit up the sky like a Life Day tree, a curious sight calling for attention. Freezing mid-motion, Funami listened, forgetting all about the ongoing battle, and lifted her purple gaze up. There appeared to be green stars falling – flashing, sparkling, shining, screeching through the atmosphere and spearing toward the city. It appeared Funami had arrived just in time to witness the orbital bombing. That was her first! An invisible telekinetic shield shrouding the apprentice’s form went up just in time, too, blocking stray debris and shrapnel bulleting her way once the green columns rained on the city and turned several blocks into rubble.
“Cool!” Funami whooped excitedly, never taking her eyes off the breathtaking spectacle of blinding lights and thundering explosions.
Once the show was over and no more pretty green blasts tore through the sky, Funami loped off to find Darth Mama. Following the trail of bodies and sounds of combat proved to be by far the most reliable strategy to achieving just that. Funami was very happy she wouldn’t have to clean that mess once all was done and the dust settled. Little feet scampered forth, trying not to trip over the bodies or rubble, headed for the big opening in the wall. Little did she know another show was about to take place. A crackling beam of purple lightning shot from someplace nearby, decimating an AA encampment before going for the stars and ruining someone’s day there as well. Prowling forth, Funami hid behind the ruins.
Pink hair cautiously peeked over the corner, soon revealing fluffy bangs that dangled left and right in a carefree fashion. Vibrant violet eyes appeared next. Finally, the whole Funami stepped forth after ensuring no more purple energy threatened to go off. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she paced closer to the gathering of Sith, among them none other than Darth Mama.
“Master Malice,” greeted Funami, plodding through the rubble all over the streets, “What are you doing on the ground? Here, let me help you.”
Summoned by Funami raising a hand, a telekinetic lift would stand Malice up on her feet.
“Now, let’s go put an end to emperor Whatever-his-name-is.”
Skipping forth, she played a telekinetic version of catch with enemy personnel and won every time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2019 6:59:08 GMT -5
Obj 1
Although away from the epicenter, the green torrent of orbital lasers did not let the dark guard escape unscathed. No; she’d have to earn her right to live through this and complete her mission. Under the helmet, Astarte suppressed a frown and gazed up once a thunderous scream announced the coming of apocalypse. The skies brightened and split open above the city. Everything bathed in neon green hue, shadows retreated away and night turned into day. Once the shining columns of malicious green energy connected with the planet, explosions and shockwaves relentlessly hammered at her shield. At first it held together by sheer willpower, but Astarte’s stamina wasn’t infinite. Cracks started to manifest all over the protective bubble that stood between her and certain death. Gritting her teeth, she poured all focus into strengthening the Force shield around her. It was a losing battle. A bright burst of crimson and the protective energy existed no more. Reduced to a hapless ragdoll, Astarte found herself punched by a shockwave and tossed meters back. The only thing she could do was protect her head, curled up in fetal position. Fire hungrily licked her armor and she mentally thanked its high resistance to the element. Needles of sharp stabbing pain shot all over and she felt something in her chest moving while her tongue tasted copper. As her yellow eyes full of pain and anger fluttered open, they noted large cracks adorning the helmet’s visor. Every breath was a battle of its own and the long shaft made of phrik was nowhere to be found. But she lived and the emperor’s will had yet to be done. Feeling rather than seeing her weapon, she reached out with a hand and summoned it. Rather than following the motion with the usual snap, the pike lazily rolled over the ground until it reached its weakened master. Several meters of painful crawl later, the world’s dark side energies saw the battered Shadow Guard’s slow rise. Using the pike pike as a crutch, Astarte found out there was still strength left in her bones. Calling for medical assistance had never crossed the woman’s mind. Slowly, she staggered forth, determined to either see the emperor fall or die trying. |
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Lorna Frye
The Sith Empire 
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Post by Lorna Frye on Apr 10, 2019 8:12:46 GMT -5
Objective: 2  The Sith Empire fleet arrived just in time to see one of the enemy ships get destroyed by something from the planet below. Moff Frye was on the command deck of one of the Empire's ships. "All ships, enter combat range and assist the Eternal Empire. Let's show these heretics what it means to be part of our glorious Empire." The men under her control nodded in acknowledgment and forwarded her orders to all ships close by. The fleet deployed their fighters who quickly flew off on the offensive. Moff Frye watched out from the frontal view port at the battle. It had felt like an age since she had last seen battle but this wasn't the most fun job she ever had, sometimes she missed her old position.  |
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The Sith Empire
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Post by Mavi on Apr 10, 2019 22:29:41 GMT -5
Mavi watched as the destruction was waged down from above, wonderful, just wonderful. And then Darth Malice Malice sending out force lightning, attacking guns and ships with a massive burst of lightning after ordering an attack. Mavi roared and leapt from her cover darting across the field her blades whirring into action as she closed in the saber staff and single blade in hand, let the others deal with the civilians, she'd go for the soldiers, she thought. They whirred to life in mere moments as she filled herself with the power of the dark side, moving faster and with more ferocity then before, one blade thrown while the other defended or attacked a nearby enemy until the second returned and the process was repeated. Sometimes straight up throwing both and snapping the necks rather then bothering with a weapon until she pulled them back to her. THIS WAS WAR and she was loving every minute of it as she plowed into the soldiers. For the most part ignoring the civilians only ever bothering to slam a foot or hand with the hilt of her blade or a solid kick just to show she could kill them, or perhaps to break a bone to prevent them from fighting if they were holding a weapon against the Empire. She was never in one place long enough to get a good read on her, always going from one location to another, blades thrown place to place even if she was moving away from them. She was the attacker here not them, she gets to choose the targets. She did at one point glance back as she felt a presence, and narrowed her eyes Funami Teriyaki for a moment from a distance before rushing back into battle absorbed into the fight. That irritating girl had been a irritation to her since she'd met her. She barely considered her a Sith and it only frustrated her more that she'd made it to the battlefield and hadn't ended up dying yet. Apparently she was always late to the fight while the real sith were fighting, at least this was Mavi's opinion of her. Iona Tendrarin@astarte |
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Post by Iona Tendrarin on Apr 11, 2019 0:54:56 GMT -5
Objective: 1 Iona wandered the catacombs beneath the city, the long dark corridors were cold and void of any sound. She lit what torches she could as she walked on but soon she had to make use of her hoods night vision. Looking about she could see the wall was littered with skulls of the damned. A sith would have a field day down here she thought to herself as she glanced over the countless thousands of dead.  Iona kept on walking, letting her feet do most of the leading. She tried to reach anyone on her comms but all she seemed to get was static right now. Soon she neared the end of the darkness as she neared a tunnel, the light flickered, she didn't know if to feel comfortable just yet, deciding to try her comms once more "Iona to any Sith commander close by. Can you hear me?"  Mavi |
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 11, 2019 1:08:30 GMT -5
Objective: 1 Darth Malice had weakened too much by her excessive use of energy that her apprentice managed to pick her up with ease, however this angered her greatly. In front of countless thousands she had shown the Dark Council member to be weak. She looked at her Valkyrie guard "Remind me when this battle is over to subject that whelp to a couple of hours on the table." She hissed through her teeth as she held herself up weakly. Her squad acknowledge her words and kneel before her offering themselves to help her recuperate from her exhaustion. Malice reaches out with the force and with multiple streaks of purple energy drains her squad just enough to keep them able to fight and enough for her to keep going till she finds another that she could drain completely. Part of her preyed it wasn't Funami. As annoying as the girl was she had started to grow on her a little. Funami Teriyaki |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 11, 2019 6:57:20 GMT -5
Objective 1
“Retreat!”
“He’s unstoppable!”
“Our weapons have no effect!”
These and various other cries erupted from nearby. Violent, angry slashes of a lightsaber could be heard as well, silencing the voices until all fell quiet. Rounding a corner, Funami gazed upon the source of fear and death. Very muscular and towering at nearly seven feet in height, clad in bulky plates of matte black armor, mask bearing the distinct shape of a skull, the Sith was a terror to behold. Eighteen hilts of various shapes and sizes dangled on his hip. Given the vastly different designs, it wasn’t hard to figure out eighteen Sith and Jedi had tried to take him already, eighteen Jedi and Sith had met their death at his hands. As to how many non-Force users he had slain, it was impossible to say – but seeing him pose akimbo in the middle of hunks of smoking body parts gave an idea.
No motion or sign of aggression threatened Funami – the Sith simply passively observed the girl’s approach, silently issuing a challenge.
Well, if he thought himself a great swordsman he had another thing coming! Funami deftly snatched a curved object from her belt. Momentarily, a narrow shaft of bright red brilliance ignited from the base and she went in for a powerful lunge aimed straight at his mid-section. Still no move on his part – two more strides forth and it was too late for him, her saber striking his chest… and extinguishing without leaving as much as a mark on his armor.
“Wha-“
Casting a dumbfounded look at her weapon, she tried shaking it, releasing the activation stud and pressing it again, slapping it. To no avail.
Cortosis?
“How far has your order fallen to send nine year olds?” boomed the Sith, voice a monstrously distorted thunder, “You have no right to be here. Korriban should have killed you. Your masters should have killed you. Your presence here only proves emperor Tornok right. Your empire is weak and has no right to exist. Know that I, Darth Doom, monster of the Shadow Empire, scourge of Listehol, master of six forms of lightsaber combat, and destroyer of your false Sith empire, have deemed you unworthy of killing.”
Doom’s inhumanly strong hand effortlessly seized Funami’s tiny wrist and gave it a squeeze hard enough to make the girl drop her weapon with a yelp. The curved lightsaber she had spent so much time designing and constructing, the one achievement no Sith could deny – Funami had no other choice than to merely watch it being taken from her, clipped upon the victor’s belt and sentenced to become a trophy number nineteen. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
“If you’re still alive once we’re done, little girl, I will put a slave collar on your neck and have you watch your Sith empire die a slow death.”
Without saying anything more, he let go of her wrist and walked past, leaving the bewildered little Sith apprentice alone, a living testament to the Sith empire’s weakness. Her tiny fingers clenched into fists and she stifled a sob, angrily staring daggers at Doom’s back.
“Hey, don’t you dare ignore me... hello?!”
Little girl?! Nine year old?!
Her eyes narrowed into tight slits and rage distorted her face. While being grossly underestimated by enemies wasn’t a bad thing, it still infuriated Funami nevertheless. Worse yet, he had taken her lightsaber without effort! The audacity of this action could not go unpunished, for losing a lightsaber was akin to losing a limb to Sith. Reaching out with her hand, mind, anger and wrath, she called upon the infinite might of the dark side and forcibly immobilized the hulking incarnation of terror, catching him by surprise. To expect such raw, untamed power from a mere child was unthinkable – and Doom was about to pay the ultimate price for underestimating the little girl with pink hair.
“First off, I am sixteen.” The girl started, both arms shaking violently as the Sith in her grasp fought for freedom. Grunting, she clenched her teeth tight, drawing more strength from her anger to keep Doom imprisoned as his power wrestled her grip.
“And second off, any real Sith would know appearances can be deceiving~.” Funami rubbed salt into the wound and let a cold, cruel smile cross her features.
To make a point, the psychokinetic prodigy projected her unbound desire to kill Doom into the Force, letting it take over her actions. Funami tightly wrapped an invisible telekinetic tourniquet around her opponent’s neck while another did its best to pull his legs from under in a manner eerily similar to hanging. Simply strangling him wasn’t enough though – Darth Doom fought back with all his might, violently tugging at her telekinetic chains and ready to burst free any second. His weapon hand had already broken through her hold, angrily clawing at his lightsaber, eager to hurl it at the Sith brat and end her existence. Taking it as a challenge to her psychokinetic abilities, Funami matched his hatred with her incredible telekinetic potency, increasing her rend and pulling in two directions until a violent snap announced the stronger Sith. The ugly helmet of his went flying, showering the area in crimson rain. For all Doom’s lightsaber prowess, the Force proved superior. Without waiting for the limp carcass to hit the street, Funami extended an arm toward his hip and greedily ripped her personal weapon from Doom’s belt.
“That’s mine!”
A sigh of relief escaped past her lips and she walked closer, giving the body a good, satisfying kick. A wave of nausea hit soon after - exerting so much power too quickly did not work well with her petite body. Sliding down to sit on the beheaded corpse, she took a moment to breathe and recuperate.
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The Sith Empire
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Post by Mavi on Apr 11, 2019 22:18:09 GMT -5
Objective 1: Her attention had been pulled from Funami Teriyaki and drawn to the battle at hand. Until her comm heard some static and a voice came through, familiar, was that the same one from earlier she thought, she ducked behind cover to avoid making too much noise so they could properly speak, "This is Apprentice Mavi Terias. What's your situation?" She asked putting the communicator in her collar so she'd be able to hear the response and immediately returning to battle, but more conservatively. To avoid having to suddenly drop what she was doing and mess up a strategic plan. Iona Tendrarin |
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Post by Iona Tendrarin on Apr 12, 2019 1:48:34 GMT -5
Objective: 1
Iona was overjoyed when she heard a voice over the comms. "Thank the Lords, someone was close by. I got separated in the bombardment, It appears the city has a honeycomb of tunnels running beneath it." She soon found daylight and exited from the tunnels "If you guys mapped this place, it might prove a good option if we need to retreat underground for any thing."
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Lorna Frye
The Sith Empire
Apr 9, 2019 6:49:35 GMT -5
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SE Rank: Death Trooper
Title: Soldier
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Post by Lorna Frye on Apr 12, 2019 8:04:26 GMT -5
Objective: 2 Moff Frye was growing impatient as this battle was taking longer than she had liked. She wanted to board the enemy ships soo badly and unleash hell like she used to when she was younger. Now as Moff she had to control the bridge, loads of lives now for her to look after, all those lives serving the Empire. "Pull up aside their ships and fire all gun batteries, I want their ships crippled."  The ship she was on, pulled up aside an enemy ship and unloaded all guns into the side of the ship, the first few shots knocking out its shield before the others punched hole after hole into the hull of the enemy ship. The ship fell silent and hull burned. "All forces, focus on their shield generators. Their hull is weak." Lady Naefas |
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 14, 2019 3:38:26 GMT -5
Darth Malice exhaled in pleasure as she finished draining a small group of troopers and now she felt back up to par for the battle. Inside the walls there was no lack of soldiers to fight. She hadn't encountered any other force users yet besides the initial ambush on her and her squad which worried her. "Everyone be on alert, something feels wrong. Where are all the force users that the reports told us about?" She heard a chuckle and her squad, chirped at her. As she turned around she had to crane her neck up at the 7ft tall tower of muscle in front of her "Oh hell." was all she manage to say right as a big meaty arm connected with the side of her face and sent her across the street and into a wall of a building. Malice spat out blood and started to laugh, looking about her squad has drawn their sabers and engaged the towering heap of muscle.  Darth Malice reached out with the force at the foe before her, it stopped for a moment before it's head slowly turned to face her as it fought off her squad knocking them all back with a strong force push. She had a feeling that she was in above her head with this one. She had to think quickly and hit just as much, who ever this was, was well trained and wore some heavy armor. |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 14, 2019 8:41:47 GMT -5
Objective 1
Darth Doom’s helmeted head charged through the battlefield, unstoppable in death as he was in life. Occasionally it hit an allied trooper here and there while avoiding the soldiers of the Sith empire. The horrifying sight put fear of death into many hearts, sometimes even stopping the fight as eyes turned to witness the disembodied head flying about. Nothing could possibly put an end to his terror before he greeted an old friend one last time! And greet him he did – like a passionate lover, Darth Doom’s head hit the other armored giant’s helmet with a vocal clank, enough to attract his attention.
“Darth Doom says hello!” Funami called as her tiny form momentarily emerged from the fray of battle and lifted the head once more. Where other children had balloons, she had decapitated heads to play with. It was just a silly Sith thing, really. Before Darth Doom could go for a front kiss though, the newest enemy lifted an arm and effortlessly turned Doom’s remains into a crumpled ball of metal and leaking brain matter. Eww. Funami immediately let go and wiped her fingers into the white dress, feeling as if she had held the mess in bare hands.
A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around the petite girl’s torso and dragged her into the slaughter before she could pit her telekinesis against Darth Malice’s foe or aid in any substantial way. It wasn’t even a Sith who had seized her – the armor coating his hands and arms said Shadow empire soldier. Just an ordinary man, seizing the opportunity and effortlessly overpowering the little Sithling before she could as much as lift a finger.
“Let go let go let go!” The girl kicked and screamed, succumbing to panic. And to his credit, the soldier did let her go, throwing the little apprentice onto the pavement, right in front of another foe. Looking up, Funami stared down the barrel of a blaster.
“Blast the brat!”
Just as the searing red bolt left its confines, Funami used the Force to yank at the weapon’s barrel. The shot bit through her fluffy pink hair, narrowly missing her skull. Gone was the delicious scent of cotton candy – replaced by the revolting stench of burned hair.
“You dare…” Funami gasped, eyes wide, and stared at the soldier in disbelief. It did not occur that had his aim been a bit better, his trigger finger a second faster, she would have died. No; all Funami cared about was her hairstyle. Red fury grasped at her heart and she let go of her conscious self, letting hatred take over her instincts. Like a cruel child playing with plastic figurines, Funami viciously exacted her revenge as the two soldiers were violently slammed together over and over.
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Post by Darth Malice on Apr 15, 2019 9:19:51 GMT -5
Darth Malice looked about and noticed Funami Teriyaki having her own issues to deal with. ‘ Serves her right, the girl should know her limits.’ her gaze quickly returned to the towering foe of muscle before her. He needed to be destroyed, he was too much of a risk she thought over and over. She called over her Valkyrie squad and passed the her double ended saber, she was going to need a single one for this battle. She held the single saber at her side and walked on towards her foe “Valkyrie squad, take Funami and go focus on the other AA emplacements, if she refuses, knock her out.” They nodded and went off to assist Funami. Looked at the towering pile of muscle she glanced to a more secluded space and signaled for it to follow her, it bowed its head in understanding and with a force leap they both exited the area to continue their battle away from those that would interrupt. They both landed and the tower spoke up. ”What do you hope to do? Your small forces against our mighty empire. How can you take this city without your precious emperor to empower you?”
Malice almost chuckled, was she really hearing this from this brute. “You got it all wrong. I’m not fighting for the Emperor. I fight for the Empire!” She raised her free hand and her body was covered in deep purple force energy. She was using the force to empower herself and her strikes in this upcoming battle but it would burn through her pool of energy quickly, possibly causing lasting damage to her the longer the fight went on. The foe, using a dash of force speed shot back from her unaware of her next move, Malice soon chased after him, throwing her saber at him before dashing quickly after it to catch and strike at him as she caught it. He deflected her attack though using the momentum to move aside and leave Malice to keep skidding forward. He countered with a heavy strike from his now ignited saber to which Malice quickly parried and blocked his quick follow up. Her strength couldn’t hold and she dodged under his blade as it swung around to hit her again. She managed to catch his side with her blade but he knocked her backwards and she skidded on her back. When she looked up to see his location he seemed to be retreating. She quickly got to her feet and shot after him once more with force speed. He had jumped out of the building they were in and was aiming for the ground, Malice jumped after him and grabbing him on the way down, pushed his falling body into the side of the building as they fell. He soon pushed her off and using force jump leapt over to another building top before continuing his run. Malice took chase and appeared before him, he must had expected this as his blade was already coming down as she appeared. She went down to one knee and using an ability she hadn't needed for a long time, she created a force shield to deflect his attack to which they both exchanged blows again, deflecting each others attacks once more. A blast from a gun, blew away the ground beneath them, causing them to start falling to the ground once more. Malice used her lightsaber to slow her decent and gain her footing, she looked about once more for her target who for now had eluded her. She caught sight of him in the distance and gave chase once more, using a combination of Force Jump and Speed to catch up to him on the adjacent building top. He was expecting her and advanced to strike once more but Malice was just as ready, hitting him with a quick blast of force lightning, she watched as the lightning arched through her foes armor and smirked under her mask. Her foe quickly came back with a horizontal strike, she blocked it but it send her skidding back as she sunk her feet hard into the rooftop. She threw her saber at him and using her augmented speed shot after it once more, before a quick strike her before she appeared behind him and struck him between the plates of his armor, forcing the foe to his knees for the first time during their fight. Malice quickly hit him again with force lightning causing a grunt to escape him before he force jumped away once more from her. |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 15, 2019 14:52:19 GMT -5
Objective 1
“Shouldn’t we help lady Malice…? Nonono! That is silly! She’s a member of the Dark council, of course she can take of herself! I most definitely didn’t want to help her! Nonono!” Funami angrily shook her head after being approached by Malice’s personal squad and requested to accompany them to destroy the pesky turrets that turned the sky into a shooting gallery. Begrudgingly, the girl followed, even though she cast a look over her shoulder every now and again in hopes of seeing how her master fared. Alas, the battle raged on and soon enough, Funami and her new allies faced enough trouble of their own. Taking out one of those big anti-air artilleries promised strife and tough fighting every step on the way.
Blaster bolts spewed in all directions and the Valkyrie squad slowly cleared their path through the city, steadily headed toward one of the daunting guns. It silhouette against the dark sky was that of a menacingly shaped shadow, spitting death across the skies. Funami padded in the squad’s midst, lightsaber in hand. The weapon served no other purpose than deepening her connection with the dark side and slowly replenishing her energy. Funami could not deflect blaster bolts for the life of her – not with the lightsaber, anyway. Telekinesis once again emerged superior, capable of both stopping blaster bolts and building almost impenetrable barriers. Wildly waving her hands, the girl let the psychokinetic gift within work its magic, pushing foes away and slamming bodies into one another. With Malice’s people surrounding her, spearing through enemy positions was manageable.
Hands lifted toward the night sky, eyes closed, Funami stood in front of the towering cannon. The Valkyrie squad was spread all over the place, taking cover in tactical positions and popping shots at anyone who approached and forgot to wear imperial uniform. Breathe in, breathe out. In and out. Eyes closed. Concentration and focus were key in toppling the artillery cannon. Funami refused to accept the possibility of appearing a weakling in front of everyone. Not after proudly boasting to be the greatest psychokinetic of all time. She had to succeed and was determined to give it all.
“Hmph, you shall witness my true capability,” Funami pouted and slowly clenched her hands into fists. It looked easy in her mind, but reality once again showed its ugly face by pitting the unyielding resistance of solid durasteel against the strength of telekinesis. Her muscles burned and it felt as if her head was about to explode. The artillery cannon resisted, silently mocking the girl. She pushed harder in response, even though her tiny body shook violently, unable to fend off the terrible cost that came with performing incredible feats.
Finally, the weapon trembled, plates of durasteel buckling under the pressure. Losing its structural integrity, everything went incredibly fast; the weapon and those poor souls operating it from within found themselves succumbing to the crushing might of the dark side. The long barrel let out one last bark and painfully caved in upon itself. With an infernal racket, the emplacement collapsed and remained silent in defeat. Funami also went down, barely managing to stay on all fours. Violent spasms coursed through her muscles, forcing her to the very brink of consciousness. Pain and exhaustion had turned her into a miserable pile who gasped for air while suffering a coughing fit.
And yet a grin crept into her features, the smug smile of a winner. She had done it.
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