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  1. Electricity arced through Sergei's body, causing him to spasm and his muscles to seize. He lurched suddenly, nearly falling to the ground, but managed to catch himself before the goblin could further gain an advantage on him. He gripped his knife and plunged it into the shaman's chest. The blade cut through the thin flesh and rended painfully through the goblin's sternum. The goblin made a hollow choking sound as its lungs began to fill with blood. It struggled, trying to get away but it was too late. Preoccupied, Sergei was unable to dodge away from the ray of frost launched at him by the other goblin. The concentrated blast of ice magic, struck him in the back, causing Sergei to gasp at the intensity. He was looking forward to leaving The Dungeon and taking a nice warm bath. He had put his body through a lot in the last few hours. The goblin he had stabbed was still weakly fumbling with the blade that Sergei held firmly in his hand. Putting the creature out of its misery, he took the knife out and stabbed the goblin again. There was barely a reaction to his attack, the goblin going limp almost immediately. He was reminded why he preferred to fight without a weapon, without a blade specifically. He felt like a butcher.
  2. Hey y'all, I just wanted to post here for some sense of formality idk. My most recent post will probably be my last. I enjoyed my time in this RP, but it's not in the cards for me right now. I wish you all the best. See ya!
  3. Amir chewed thoughtfully on the biscuit. Again, only now did he realize he hadn't eaten all day. He had only been this focused a handful of times before in his life, each time when following one of the many threads of fate that Myria weaved into the fabric of his life. He may not have uncovered anything new, but that did not bother him. He had been set upon this path for some reason. He trusted that Myria wouldn't lead him astray. And he was beginning to trust that he would make the right decisions at her behest. "Well, thank you for your time, at least," Amir said, getting up from the chair. Levanna seemed genuine enough, he hoped that Galatea's government could be better trusted than the one he grew up in. Levanna gave instruction for their accommodations, Amir nodded, eager to return to his temple. As he was leaving, he looked back on Levanna. "I know I've already said it, but Emily is important. I hope you'll do right by her." Having said his peace, Amir walked back out into Galatea, finding his way back to the temple. The light of the sun was practically gone from the sky, but he could still see a few dark outlines of clouds overhead. He inhaled deeply and exhaled the weight of the day. He was greeted by the same elder at the temple who led him to a private chamber where he could rest. He gave him thanks and was left alone with his thoughts. Amir thought about the events of the day, why he was in Galatea in the first place, and what the coming days would bring. As the scent of lavender gently dulled his senses he could feel the presence of Myria in his mind. Not as a vision or as a prophecy, but as comfort. Fate, and the hands that guided it, he was beginning to understand did not often make drastic moves. He was just one pebble cast into a river. "You just wanted me to show Emily her fate," Amir's voice was low and strangled by the sleep that was consuming his thoughts. Amir did not know what his future held, but he did not think he would spend another night with the other watchdogs. Their story was different than his.
  4. Sergei readied his saxe knife, waiting for the rat to pounce. He saw the creature sit back on its haunches, the muscles in its hind legs tensing. The time to strike was coming. However, before he could, the world went black. The chanting of the casters behind him filled his ears and darkness shrouded his vision. He yelled out in surprise, slashing wildly. He felt his blade graze the rat's side, but it did not stop the creature, from clawing into his chest, sending him stumbling backward. The cuts were superficial, but Sergei didn't know where the rat was. "Sergei, choose a direction and get out!" "You got it!" Sergei moved to get out of the darkness. As he did so the pain of another rat bite slashed through his leg. "Fuck off!" Sergei shouted, exasperated. He again slashed down at where he thought the rat might be but hit nothing but air. He needed to get out of the darkness if he was going to be of any use. He stumbled out of the area of effect, appearing on the southern border of the spell. He took a few more steps back, just to put some distance in case the giant rat followed him out. He again readied his blade. This time, if he got the chance, he was going to gut the stupid creature. "I'm out! Do whatever you were going to do!"
  5. "What's taking so long? I thought you clones were suppose to be good soldiers or something like that!" "Watch it," Halfsies warned over the commlink, "I haven't been a soldier in a long time." Halfsies slowed his crawl through the cramped ventilation shaft as the voices of the B1s came through. Clankers talked too much, he thought. Which was funny because, for all intents in purposes, there was ever very rarely a moment where a droid actually needed to speak. He supposed it was just programming to make the Separatists feel more comfortable. Oh well, it meant more intel for him. "Captain? What do we do?" "Activate the secondary motion turrets on all levels except the hangar and the bridge. If they breathe too hard, we'll know it." Gotta love a good cue. Halfsies thought to himself. He activated the sonic pulse built into his arm, sending the grate that blocked his entry flying off its screws. He immediately took aim at the deckhand that was moving towards the controls to turn on the motion turrets. One shot. Two shots. Three, for good measure. He couldn't waste time trying to clamber out of the air duct so he turned to fire at the droids, even though his range of motion was severely impaired. As his laser bolts sizzled through the room, he brought the comm link to his mouth again. "Gotta be quick boys, Droidekas are coming in hot and if we don't get this done soon, they're gonna blast us into deep space." Once he was certain that he had cleared the droids, Halfsies crawled out of the air duct, awkwardly falling onto the floor. Picking himself up, he began to work on lifting the emergency doors.
  6. Amir nodded, though a bit taken aback by Emily stepping out of the room. He had hoped that she would be willing to present the experiences of the day to Levanna with him. Perhaps he expected too much. She had just lost her mother, her last living parent, and had just had her first experience deciphering visions from Myria. The fact that she had even come with him here was more than he should've asked. After Neasa departed, Amir turned back to Levanna, a woman he still did not trust. He couldn't help but feel like she was hiding something. Or, maybe he just hadn't given her a chance to be transparent with him yet. It was hard to tell where his own paranoia ended and true corruption began. "I apologize for not being present today. The guiding hands of fate steered me in another direction." Amir gave a soft smile at his own statement. He actually sounded like a real watchdog for once. "Maybe you already know the story that I am about to tell, but there had to have been a reason that Myria wanted me to learn of it the way I did. So, I beg you to be patient with me." Amir recounted the events of the day. He told Levanna about the visions he had received this morning. The crowd huddled around the burning pyre. The faceless man. The indecipherable and deafening thrum. He spoke of the Briars and watching Emily's mother turn to stone. He recounted her last words and of his suspicion of a curse on Galatea. He felt hesitant to talk about Emily's visions, they were her's, after all. "I feel as though Ms. Briar is at the epicenter of all this somehow. I guided her through a meditation this afternoon and the strings of fate are tied into a tight knot around that woman. She spoke to me about a man named Simon. He is of concern to you, yes?" Amir leaned back in his chair. Only now did he realize how tired he was. He had barely felt the day passing but now it felt like an eternity before he had last rested.
  7. "Please hurry Sergei, it cannot be safe to stay in the spores!" "I want me to be here even less than you do, believe me!" Sergei's legs burned as he met the rest of his teammates at the staircase. The spores stung against his skin, he resisted the urge to brush them off with his hands, trying to avoid getting them on those too. The clatter of wooden spears against the archway that overlooked the stairway accompanied their journey to the next floor. Forced to go down the stairs one at a time, Sergei fell to the back, a step behind Estellise. "Saved my ass, again," Sergei said, keeping his voice low. "Thank you." He grew nervous as they descended, knowing that this floor would be more difficult than the others. They were all running low on resources and if things went south, he wasn't sure they would all make it out. His apprehension didn't matter much, however. Regardless, they were going to have to fight their way out of here. He could only hope that luck favored them. Coming to the end of the stairwell, Chris whispered a hasty plan to Estellise and then charged into the room. Lana quickly followed. It wasn't until they had moved out of the way that Sergei was able to see the entirety of the room. There wouldn't be any opportunity to sneak past the goblins this time. "I'm going to try and clear the way for you and hopefully draw the casters' attention." Sergei looked back at Estellise for a moment. "When we get back to the tavern, first round of drinks are on me." He ducked out of the cover of the floor's entryway, catching the sight of Chris and Lana tag-teaming an unexpectant goblin in his peripherals as he ran for the goblin that stood between Estellise and the casters. Pouring the last bit of magical energy into the transmutation runes tattooed on his body, Segei's skin grew rough and dense. Propelled by his sprint, Sergei lept at the goblin seated atop the giant rat, easily dismounting the smaller creature and bringing it to the ground. He smashed the goblin's skull against the stone ground. Once. Twice. Three times. Crimson coated his palm as he pulled it away, the goblin's brain matter now leaking onto the cavern floor. A sharp pain lanced through Sergei's calf. Shouting in pain he turned to see the giant rat had turned and bit him. He backed a foot or two away from the rat, drawing the large saxe knife that had sat dormant in its sheath until now. He would wait until the creature lunged again, giving him an opening.
  8. Amir could see Emily's hesitation. She didn't trust him completely, yet. He could understand that; they had only met a few hours ago, after all. He hoped he could earn her trust, however. She was someone that he really did want to help. Get her the answers, the closure, she deserved. "Very well," she agreed, "I do have business with the Nuumu watchdog as well; I’d like to check on her preparations for my mother’s rites. My father’s as well, so I will follow you to her at the very least.” Amir nodded. "Then let's go." They exited the temple together, grabbing their shoes before stepping back into the streets of Galatea. Amir thanked the temple keepers and elders before taking his leave. They traveled in relative silence for a while. Finally, Amir spoke up. "You'll have to excuse me if at times I can get a bit mission-oriented. I don't mean to seem dismissive of the losses you've suffered." He punctuated his sentence with a silence that he hoped would communicate sincerity before continuing. "I still feel very new to my role as a watchdog and I think I am trying to prove myself to the others and to Myria." Maybe it sounded like an excuse, but it was true. Walking up to Levanna's office, Amir and Emily past Olivander who seemed to be leaving. He and Neasa seemed to be finishing up a conversation with Levanna. He thought about introducing Emily to Hinder's watchdog, but before he could Olivander was gone. Amir stood awkwardly in Levanna's doorway. "Good evening. My name is Amir, watchdog to Myria." Amir still didn't trust Levanna, but she was the only way he figured they could get more information. "Ms. Briar and I have some troubling news we would like to talk to you about. And I am sure Emily would also like to talk to you as well, Neasa, if you wouldn't mind staying. " 
  9. Endo and Grawbacca joined the firefight, affording Halfsies some more cover. He could get used to having the massive Wookie on his team. They quickly dispatched of the droids and Endo took off down the hall. "Not cool, I was going to do that." Halfsies grumbled, now Endo would look super cool if he got to their object first. Of course, after skimming the dossier he wasn't so sure he wanted to succeed. On one hand, yes he did because otherwise he'd be out of a job and probably all future jobs. And he did need those to stay alive. But, also, something didn't sit right with him taking in someone that was working to free slaves. Tricky business. He thought to himself. It was all made trickier now that the ship knew they were there. Blast doors had sealed, reinforcements had been alerted. Maybe going after the fleeing clankers would have been more productive. He shrugged. There weren't too many options now. "Alright, Graw, my man. I'll get us to the control room, no problem. Just give me a quick second and I'll get you an all-access pass. Try not to miss me too much while I am gone." Halfsies took the long way around to the access tunnels. That was the downside to being the smallest one on the team, he had the luxury of crawling through all the hot and dark places. It would've been enough to turn the clone on if it wasn't so uncomfortable.
  10. Sergei sprung up from the ground, thinking he had outmaneuvered the mushman, but they were quicker than he thought. The sharp jab of the wooden spear caused him to cry out in pain. If adrenaline and years of mercenary experience hadn't taken over his instincts, he would have paused to laugh at how awry his plan had gone. Fortunately, he had been in enough bad spots to know he needed to act fast. Sergei pivoted on his heel, avoiding another jab by the mushman. He concentrated on focusing his the lasting potency of his spell for a burst of speed. The thing about the mushman moving in unison, as creepy as it was, was that they grouped in pretty unfortunate positions. Now he was facing down a near-perfect line of them. His tattoos flashed green as he barreled into the nearest mushman. His shoulder landed solidly in the musman's "face". Glancing briefly at the mushroom cap he made a quick guess that the creature was pretty top heavy. Bringing his shoulder up, he gave the creature a final shove into the mushman behind it. His actions caused some spores to shake loose and fall on his skin. Turning tail, he began sprinting for the stairs again. He had misjudged and the mushman didn't fall to the ground, but it did stumble into the one behind it, slowing them down. "Estellise! Got enough juice to slow that one down?" He pointed to the third mushman that hadn't been affected by his maneuver.
  11. The mushroom creatures moved with alien-like synchronicity. Sergei briefly wondered if they shared a brain or if they had a brain at all. The goblins and kobolds, they made sense to Sergei. He even felt pity for them. However, these things were so far removed from what it was to be a human. He wanted nothing to do with them. He just wanted off of this floor. He was moving too quickly for the creatures to strike him, though he did catch their attention, which is exactly what he was hoping for. He could only pray that his party could deal with the few that he wasn't able to draw away. Sergei tucked his head and sprinted for the stairwell. He was faster than them, more agile. If his luck held out, he could slip through the reach of the nearest assailant and make it to the other end of the room before any of the others could get close enough to strike. With that plan of action in mind, charged with little hesitation for the nearest mushroom. Just as he entered the range of the creature's spear, he tucked and rolled to avoid the biting end of the weapon. The unforgiving, rocky ground would not be kind to him, but it was preferable to being skewered. He could nurse his bruises later. "Homestretch, let's go!"
  12. I suppose Simon Weatherson’s current stint is significantly different from what he used to do, do you mean something like that?” Amir nodded thoughtfully, listening to Emily explain who Simon Weatherson was. He could see that Emily had relaxed at hearing his interpretation of her visions. He, however, wasn't put at ease. This was all far more complicated than anything he had ever dealt with before and each new revelation only brought more questions. He wondered if maybe he should have stayed with the group for longer than he had. It must have been several hours already. He wondered if they had caught wind of any of this. "What do you mean? How is he different?" "He was a performer- I think he was an actor," Emily said. "I remember seeing him when I was a child out at the amphitheater. Now, of course, he's much more interested in preaching to his cult than his performance. That is what has changed." A cult. It would be far too big of a coincidence if Simon's actions weren't related to the curse that had polluted Galatea. The Briars weren't the only ones being affected, they were all in danger. "I think it's about time for me to return to the other Watchdogs. You are free to accompany me, if you choose. I think it's time we spoke with Levanna."
  13. Chris and Lana moved to intercept the nearest of the mushrooms. Sergei fought the temptation to charge into battle to cover them. He hadn't thought about the fact that the creatures might have dangerous spores until Chris shook some loose with his swing. If he got up close and personal with these creatures, he'd be covered in the stuff. The last thing he wanted, was for Estellise to have to spend more magical energy on him. He looked back to Estellise who had mustered the energy to throw another spear of light at the relatively unfazed fungal creatures. "I'm going to split their attention! Keep going!" He gestured for Estellise, in particular, to continue hugging the left side as Chris and Lena kept the closest of the threats occupied. His speed and reflexes quickened by his magic, Sergei made a break for the small gap in between the closest of the mushrooms and the next wave. His hope was that by splitting the party, the creatures would also divide their attention. As long as Sergei maintained his momentum, he was fairly certain that he could stay out of their reach and avoid whatever effect those spores would have on him. As he approached the pair of mushrooms, he slid low on the ground, a few loose rocks digging into his calves. Dirt was kicked into the air as he attempted to quickly change direction and break through the center of the approaching creatures.
  14. Grawbacca took Endo's place as the person to take the lead. Halfsies shrugged; it didn't matter what order they went in, he privately thought. Both Endo and Graw were giants compared to himself, which meant more blaster burns for them and a lot less for him. "I had a dream during my nap. It involved a commercial for Bosskman and Bossk's Men. I blame you." It took Half a second to realize that Endo was joking with him. The former Clone Trooper chuckled, glad to see that at least someone had a sense of humor on this ship. "Now that sounds mighty sexy, Endo. Next time, invite me." He gave his new friend a wink and a pat on the back. A tinge of longing hit his chest. There were days where he missed the camaraderie of the Clone Army. He missed shooting the shit with his brothers and eating in the mess together. He shook the memory from his head. They belonged to a different man, to a different clone. The interior of Tartarus II was revealed behind the film that separated the two ships. The image of fried clankers flashed by the opening. Halfsies could just barely see the image of their quarry run by, Grawbacca's massive frame obscuring most of the scene. "How did you know they would cross there?" "I just did." Call it intuition, a sixth sense, experience, whatever. Halfsies had worked with Jedi before, seen them use the Force. He wondered if there was more to this target than Bossk had let on. Or, maybe he was just looking for things that weren't there. Either way, it was time to breach and time was of the essence. "On second thought, fellas," Halfsies covered the few feet that separated the space between himself and Grawbacca in two quick steps, diving between the tree trunks he called legs. Readying his blaster arm as he went head first into Tartarus II, Half fired a half dozen rounds at the battle droids that had prepared to fire on them. He crashed into another, using his momentum to bring the clanker to the ground. He wasted no time getting his footing, planting his metal leg squarely on the droid's thin neck and snapping it. His first barrage of blasts had destroyed two other droids that had begun to take aim at Graw. The element of surprise would be wearing thin. "Come on, boys, cover me!" Once Graw and Endo had entered the ship he was prepared to turn tail from this fight and chase after the Zabrakian.
  15. "Bring her back, alive. I don't give a swamp rat's ass if one of you loses your heads." "I'm sure they can just install a new one, no biggie, boys." Half whispered to his comrades, chuckling as he flexed his robotic fingers. He leaned back into the chair, letting out a sigh of content as Bossk lectured on. The big lizard boss man had a thing for threats and theatrics. I'll kill you, this. Don't come back, that. Half couldn't help but think he took himself too seriously. Life wasn't all doom and gloom. Sometimes it was kidnappings and theft! "See you soon, Bosskman!" Halfsies called out as Bossk's transmission chirped out. He turned to Endo and Grawbacca. "Did you see what I did there? Bosskman? Sounds like bossman?" He laughed at his own joke. "Anyway, ready to destroy some clankers?" Halfsies threw his poncho over his shoulder as he moved to prepare for their departure. ... "Best of luck!" Halfsies looked back up to where he imagined the AI was. "Thanks so much, dollface. I'll be sure to bring you back something nice." "That's our cue. I can pop down first, unless either of you two gentlemen want to volunteer." Halfsies looked to Endo and Grawbaca, both of them towering over him. "It would be my pleasure to take up the rear, good sir." Half gave a small little bow as he gestured for his new teammates to take the lead.
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