Halls of the Wicked [Maystag]

”Already done?”

”Yeah, nothing out of normal. Just the basic abnormalities, you know.”

“I get your direction. What a place. It gives me the creeps.”

“Too true mate. I can’t wait until my shift is done.”

The night was dark, and a cool breeze brushed past the two soldiers in the Research Facility. One had just completed his round, but found nothing out of the ordinary. But at this facility, normal was not “the ordinary”.

A shadow moved.

“Who’s there?”

Nobody answered, and the soldiers grabbed their weapons.

“Show yourself!” one of them demanded.

Someone appeared from the shadows, with what resembled a human shape, had it not been for the bluish skin and the two appendixes hanging from the back of the head.

“Hands up! Don’t move!”

The stranger lifted slowly a closed fist, pointed it at one of the soldiers, and sent him flying backwards and into a wall. The remaining soldier only hesitated for a moment as his companion disappeared from his side before he opened fire against the stranger.

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Try looked down at the two dead men lying on the ground. He had been careless, as they had managed to sound the alarm, perhaps by the gunshots, perhaps by a comlink. He retrieved his lightsaber which he had thrown at the standing soldier, and lit it to cut his way through the wall with the sign “Area 52” on. Something powerful was hidden inside, and he was determinate to get his hands upon it.

OoC: Stage: Area 52 in Nevada. As Jonah is wandering between worlds, and Try is not, I found it best to set the setting to earth. Try is stuck here, you see..
How Jonah will fit in, I leave up to you. He could perhaps try to locate the artifact/relic thing too, or he could be helping the Government to protect it, or something else.
Also, it's Area 52 as envisioned in conspiracy theories. Aliens, creatures, superweapons etc...

"Wanderer..."

Jonah bolted upright in an instant, the etheral sound waking him. Lying in a desert of somesort, he got to his feet, brushing sand of his clothes. Their was no wind, making the night cruel, cold and silent.

Watching his step, he walked towards a large complex of somesort, its shadows enticing Jonah. He outstretched his arms, groping about the concrete wall. His fingers caught something metallic, with a word illuminating its surface.

"Area 52?" muttered Jonah, his musings cut short by the hard thump of something around the corner. Slowly he edged around the corner, to see two bodies sprawled against the wall.
Then he saw the third man, standing a short way from him, blue skin stretched across his form.

Instincts told him to be quiet, skulking back into the darkness.

"Wanderer......"

Taken by surprise, Jonah misplaced his foot, stepping onto one of the bodies. A hideous electric noise was made as his foot retracted from the bodies com-link.....

(OoC: Hope this is alright, I like to keep Jonah's entries a bit, unknown. Your move.)

OoC: That’s perfectly fine with me.

Try briefly looked over his shoulder as he entered the building. There was someone behind the corner, but that was one, and to his left a dozen soldiers came running, guns blazing. His lightsabers moved in a blur as he moved slowly towards them, hitting every bullet that would otherwise hit him, all his movements directed and fueled by the Force, until he was only 20 meters away, and the soldiers retreated to behind the corner.

“Weak,” Try said quietly and rounded the corner, “too weak.”

The soldiers had again blocked off the road and were aiming at him. Try nudged the force with a movement of his arm and all the M16’s flew out of their arms and slid across the floor towards Try. Again, the soldiers were retreating, but this time, Try were already in their midst and swung his lightsabers all around, striking down everyone in the group.

Looking around at his fallen enemies, Try deactivated his lightsabers and reached into his cloak, grabbing forth a pyramid shaped holocron. He activated it in his hand and took a step back in respect as the cloaked figure once more appeared in thin air.

“Master, I can feel it’s here, but not where it is.”

“Trust your instincts, not the force. Don’t let the force lead you to it. Make it lead you to it. We are in command of the force. Remember that, my apprentice.”

“Yes, my master. I control the force.”

The dark shadow slipped back into the holocron and Try placed it back into his cloack. “Command… Show me the way,” he thought and concentrated. There was nothing. He let his mind calm and tried it again. “Show me,” he commanded. Still nothing.

“AAAARGH! SHOW ME!” he yelled out and sent a dead soldier flying across the corridor, before continuing further into the complex. “And will that alarm be quiet!” The force showed him the next room, filled with soldiers with their rifles aiming at the doorway. “Better find another way, then,” he muttered to himself and turned back to try the other way. He was powerful, but not foolish. He could not take all of those at once.

Jonah waited in the darkness, hearing the guns fire, and then a strange buzzing sound. Then there was silence.

Walking silently, he followed the path the mysterious figure had taken, enterring the building. It was dimly lit, pale light shining on synthetic floors and walls. The diminishing wail of an alarm could be heard, but it soon died away.

Peering around one side of the passage, Jonah could see a heap of bodies, disembodied limbs strewn about the floor. Whatever had come this way, it was best to avoid it.

So Jonah turned right, cautiously proceeding down the passageway. Something must of detected him however, for a group of soldiers wre now running towards him. They redied their guns, kneeling into a comfortable formation.

The first bullet struck Jonah's left arm. He was not ready, expecting some sort of warning and offer of surrender. Grimacing with the pain he drew his sword, and dissappeared into the shadows.

The soldiers stopped firing and Jonah seized his chance. A flit of shadow appeared, and was gone. One soldier had disappeared with it. Then another. Untill only one remained.

Jonah materialized infront of him, tearing the gun out of his hands.

"Run" whispered Jonah, the man fleeing in terror. Jonah smiled slightly, the act of mercy bringing a tone of happiness to him. Looking down at the gun, grasped it as he had seen the soldiers do so, and pulled the trigger. A flurry of bullets shot about the hall, pleasing Jonah.

"Wanderer....."

The Force was so useless right now. It would only show him what it liked, and not what he wanted. His master had told him to use the force, not be used by the force, but how? He tried to focus as he passed his improvised entry hole and continued to the other corridor. “Show me,” he tried commanding the force, while focusing all his power on the dark power residing somewhere inside the complex. He was so focused that he almost didn’t see the man standing in front of him, holding a gun, almost as if he had not hold a gun before.

“Who are you?” he asked and pulled the gun out of the man’s hands, “You are, different than the others. Are you also looking for the artifact?”

OoC: Don't mind me taking away your newly found gun? The fight is not yet to begin, in full scale.

Jonah's delight at his newly found contraption was soon taken away, just as it was almost ripped from his hands. A blue creature, man shaped but with with odd appendages dangling from his head. Jonah was about to reach for the gun, when the creature spoke.

"Who are you?" he spoke taking the gun, "You are, different to the others. Are you also looking for the artifact?"

Surprised, Jonah came up with the most polite answer appropriate:

"I could ask the same of you, Blueskin."

But this artifact, what was he reffering to? And did it have anything to do with that wierd voice?

No, he did not know about the artifact, or at least, he hid it well. But he was different. He had a connection to the force, a link or a taint. It was almost like the one he had met when he first arrived on this planet, only this being did not tear the force apart.

“My quarrel is not with you,” he said and threw the gun over his shoulder, “yet, that is.”

But he was polite, that’s a point to the stranger, he thought to himself. He heard his master’s voice in the back of his head.

“Kill him, and continue your search.” Try hesitated, measuring his opponent, and took a step forth.

“Now, let me pass or I will have to hurt you.”

OoC: Au contraire, Blueskin is honorable. The blue color was a rare color amongst the twi’lek, and also denoted a higher rang amongst the others. An insult, on the other hand, is Wormheads, but that is something that have evolved over time.

Jonah's eyes glimmered while the man talked. There was something or someone watching them. He could feel them.

"Now let me pass or I shall have to hurt you," said the man.

Jonah thought for a moment, trying to discern what force was watching them. Unable to, he began to stall.

"Of course good sir, but may I ask your name, and perhaps what artifact you are referring to?

He said the words carefully, making sure he retained his polite stance. This being was powerful, Jonah's mind tingling with his power. He did not want to anger him so soon.

“Very well,” he said and moved past the stranger, “since you asked, and since you apparently are not a guard, I’ll tell you. It’s an artifact infused with dark energy, so powerful it could destroy a planet. All of that power located inside that artifact, it will make me unstoppable. I will become thee power in the universe! And I, will finally become Sith.”

He turned around and continued to the other side of the corridor, entering the door there. Nobody were guarding the room, and Try deemed it pretty insignificant judging from the equipment located there. It reminded him of tool toys he had been using when he was a little kid. He once again took out his holocron and consulted his master.

“Do not fool yourself. That was why you are no Sith. A Sith does not bother with lover life. He was standing in your way, and he should be lying on the floor, decapitated by your lightsaber.”

“But I got through, why should he die? There was no conflict.”

“Because it is conflict that makes strong. If there were no conflict, how can you then strive after greater power? Conflict, remember that, is the key essence of power.”

“Ok, if I see him again, I will kill him.”

“Good. Very good. Now, do you feel the taint of darkness lingering in this room? The artifact have been in this room. Use your senses, sense the darkness, and don’t trust your eyes. Your eyes are fooling you.”

Try closed his eyes and reached out into the force.

“No! Command the force. Make it reveal itself to you. You are the centre of the universe.”

Try mentally grabbed the force with his fist, pulling it closer to himself, but the force was strong. He could not completely control it, only partially. He started to walk, the room revealing itself in the force. He continued through the room, and noticed that the room became clearer and clearer as he closed in on the dark trail. His master nodded approvingly and Try once more hid it under his cloak. He was on the trail.

Jonah watched carefully as the creature walked away, taking in everything he had just said. He did not know what these "Sith" were, but their intentions did not seem good. He had to find this artifact before that creature did.

This corridor had many rooms each one with a door identical to the next. Jonah opened his mind and could feel the presence of the artifact, and could sense its power. He opened the door closest to him, unlocking it with a small ball of light.

Inside it was dark, a faint glow emitted from many long tubes that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Jonah got closer to one of them, seeing the creature inside it. It was truly bizare, like a limp mass of tentacles. Jonah laid a finger against the glass, and jumped back as the eye opened.

The artifact had passed through the wall. But there was no door there, or at least, there was no door there now. Try ignited his lightsaber, plunged it in the wall and forced it around as the blade melted the thick concrete wall. Now there was a door. Try used the force to push the block away, leaving a nice doorway for him to enter, straight into the heart of the complex.

It was dark in the room, only a dim light emitted from the far corner; apparently it was coming from a glass tube. Try moved closer to inspect, and closed his eyes. The room was just as dark in the force as it was in reality. He took a deep breath, intoxicating the power, filling himself with the dark side. But it was not his power, and as soon as he had powered himself, it was taken away. In the dimly lit tube a creature, not bigger than a dog, slept, and in the force, it was dark as the night.

Try reached out a hand towards the creature, but retracted it as it woke up, staring at him with red eyes. Suddenly, Try felt his heart beat quicker and quicker, and he felt he was blacking out as his blood pressure rose to too high levels. A sharp pain spread through his chest, and he clutched it as he fell to the ground, almost blacking out. Faintly, he heard an alarm sound and a howl from the creature. Slowly, his heart slowed down to more acceptable levels, but he still felt the pain in his chest.

Slowly, and supporting himself on a table, he stood up and looked at the creature in the tube. It seemed to be held down by powerful electric shocks, and it was shaking strongly in pain with its eyes closed. He went up to it, looked down on the creature, and with a quick swipe, the tube shattered and the creature fell decapitated on the ground, dead. The pain in his chest faded away, and the darkness that had covered the room diminished, leaving only the dark trail of the artifact.

As he strode out into the next corridor he stumbled upon a group of scientists, running towards the room apparently because of the alarm. The room was filled with a red blur as his lightsaber flew spinning towards the group, parting everyone in two.

Jonah stared deeply into the single eye of the creature, no longer affraid, and appreciated its beauty. Raising his hand, the lights in the room began to glow, to reveal more creatures, all just nothing more than tentacles and an eye.

Suddenly each creature began to writhe in pain, convulsions rippling through their limbs. Each one was reacting in the same way, only one thing could make that happen; some sort of hive mind.

He quickly found another door, and was trying to open it when he had a thought. What if Blueskin found him? With this thought he reached out to the light of the room, wrapping it around him, becoming invisible to the eye. Then he entered the room which was also dimly lit.

In it, lay the dead body of a grotesque creature, not unsimilar to the creatures in the previous room. Its head was cast about the floor a clean cut around the neck. The next door was ajar, and in this room, where machines of numbers and letters were humming, torsos had been cleaved from legs.

Seeing a shadow with a tinge of blue in the corridor, the invisible Jonah followed, intent on avenging these innocents.

Huh, so the stranger had decided to follow him? Try looked back as he entered a new room filled with a new species of creatures. He was in a dark room and the previous room was light, so he was not afraid he was visible. But, he could feel the stranger’s presence in the force, but he could not see him. He should be standing in the room, but it was outside of Try’s view.

Turning at the creatures in the room, he felt their weak mind, so easy to control. So he took control. The stranger was in for a nasty surprise, one which Try would enjoy as much as his ‘slaves’. Positioning himself in the shadows to avoid being seen, he closed his eyes and let the force flow into the creatures mind, and then he opened the locks by the force, letting them out.

Now that he could see them, he saw what would look like a small cat, only with too long claws and red eyes. The fur was bright orange with white spots across. The creatures positioned themselves to ambush the stranger by Try’s will, one climbing up above the door, and the two others standing on the sides, hidden in the shadows, ready to strike at the first sight of the stranger.

OoC: Am I right when I assume you are invisible atm?

(OoC: Yes I am invisble, though it might start to wear off..... BiC)

The room he had walked into was dark, Jonah's red eyes struggling to see through the lack of light. He would have to light the room, but at the cost of revealing himself. Bending the light beams away from him, the room was illuminated with a dazzling light, revealing the rooms interior.

A faint growling oculd be heard, and as Jonah turned to see its source, a small, cat-like creature leaped at him. One of its long claws slashed his arm, but with a flick of his knife its throat was cut.

More growling this time, louder as well. Jonah turned back around to see more creatures, their orange fur shaking in a anger. And then behind them loomed a far larger creature, of the same breed, with a large mane of orange fur resplendent around its neck. Without warning it leaped at Jonah, who rolled out of its way. There skulking behind various mechanical instruments, was Blueskin.

Thinking quickly, Jonah reached out his hand and a blast of shadow shot at the creatures, most falling to its power, but a few, including the largest, survived. Swinging his knife, the smaller ones were quickly felled, while the largest began to growl with fury. Finally, it attacked again but Jonah stood his ground. Grabbing it by the main, and ignoring the claws tearing his skin, he threw the creature at Blueskin, snapping its neck in the process. Quickly Jonah readied himself for an attack, his longsword lusting for blood.

Try jumped out of the way and ignited his lightsaber.

“I sense you are trying to stop me, am I not correct?” Try said and pointed his lightsaber at the stranger. “I was a fool to not see that before.” He did the Makashi salute, and charged at the stranger.

He swung his lightsaber in an upwards swipe just as he closed in, and shifted the motion into a sideways cut as he came in range. The blade was blocked by the stranger’s sword.

“So, you too have a connection to the force. I thought I felt it. But it changes nothing.”

He took a step backwards and directed some cuts to the stranger’s leg as, which both were blocked.

OoC: Try will be rather aggressive, using parrays, trusts and cuts to attack, but not exhaust himself by using great force. That’s the Makashi style.

Jonah stopped smiling when the creature began to fight him; this blue skinned warrior was serious and was not going to hold back. Blocking the quick slashes to his legs, Jonah began to examine Blueskin's weapon. It was elegant enough, its handle a radiant sheen of metallic grey, while its blade was alive with a burning glow of crimson. Shoving off another blow, Jonah watched intently at the damage the blade had caused to its surroundings; equipment had been sliced perfectly in two. Time to go on the offensive.

Dodging backwards, Jonah lifted his grey blade, running his empty hand along its edge. As he did so, symbols became alight with a golden color, their power radiating throughout the room, shorting out any lights. Now in the darkness only the combatants blades could be seen, a refracting nimbus of light appearing as they sliced at each other.

"Whatever you are searching for," shouted Jonah, "You will not get it!"

Try let out a laugh. “And who are going to stop me? You?”

He spun around, blocking a blow, and did a quick set of slices towards the chest of his opponent, jumped lightly back and blocked another blow.
“You had the chance to walk away, unharmed,” he said, doing a wide swipe towards the opponents feet and did a somersault over his head. “Now, you have forced me to kill you.” He did a quick swipe aimed at the neck.

As Blueskin slashed, Jonah leapt into the air, his blade grinding across his opponents sabre. Pivoting his whole body, he pummeled Blueskin in the face with his boot, before dropping gracefully to the floor.

"Kill me? Is this artifact enough for you to wish that?" Blueskin did not answer, instead continuing his attack. Jonah blocked his attacks, following them with a powerful strike to Blueskin's hand. The red blade fell to the floor, its glow dissapating. Jonah sheathed his own blade, before kicking Blueskin's weapon into the corner.

"I know not your true name, yet I feel there is a chance for good to reign your heart. So I bestow mercy upon you. Leave this world and never return." Jonah turned and walked away, following the power emanating form a room close by.

Try let out a laugh as the stranger walked away.

“Mercy? You, ‘bestow’ mercy upon me?” Try laughed loud, as the stranger turned around and looked at him. “How can you possibly show me mercy, if you are no threat?”

Try opened and clutched his hand, as if to summon the dark power residing in the lab. He felt every inch of his body responding, a greater conscious engulfing him. The force was in him, and he was in the force, and he was the force. He slithered his mind into the tiniest cracks, the biggest gaps, every glass tube, every metal bar. He was his pulsating heart, he was his twin tendrils, he was the lightsaber, and he was the floor it was lying on. He was even the hand of the stranger, every muscle, every nerve, and he was the sword.

“You are no threat to me, foolish human.” He nudged the force, and the stranger’s hand, gripping at the sheltered sword opened, the sword flying out of the sheath, slamming loudly into the wall behind Try.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say we were equal. But alas, I know better.”

He lifted his left hand slowly and nudged in the force, sending a bunch small metal crates flying towards the stranger.

OoC: Actually, it is power playing to force someone to drop their weapon. In this case, Try used Makashi, which is a form that was developed to avoid disarming... But it's ok.

Jonah gave a stern glare as his sword it the floor.

"Not a threat?" he said, "Not a threat to you, with your dark magic?" Jonah reached out his hand to his sword, grasping hold of it again. Blueskin did the same, his blade alive again. "You have such power, such promise," he continued, slowly stepping backwards.

Blueskin struck out taking Jonah by surprise. A quick parry protected him but he could not help but fear that weapon. Continuing to fight, the two traversed further through the room, till Blueskin had Jonah cornered against the wall.

"You made a big mistake there," said Jonah a slight smile forming, "You underestimated your enemy." Blueskin looked slightly confused by this, unable to find fault in his own actions. Jonah seized this chance, pushing against Blueskin with the power in his legs . As Blueskin fell backwads, Jonah pressed a button to his right, opening the elevator doors behind him.

Falling back into the lift, Jonah smacked the control pad. The doors closed and Jonah was safely rising through the building, the dark power growing stronger.

(OoC: Oops! Sorry about the powerplay, I'll try not to do it in the future. And a little powerplay can work to move it along, demonstrated in your last post. All sorted )