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Post by Odan Thos on Dec 2, 2007 2:37:53 GMT -5
Lady Natcha opened her eyes as she floated in the exact center of the room. "No prison can hold me!" Lady Natcha released the blast of energy which she had stored up. The walls, ceiling, and flood took the blast eventually causing them to blow apart all round her. Victory was hers and she would be able to control her body again.
Lady Natcha body released the Force energy which it was storing from all around her. This blast had far more devastating effect then the mind prison. The energy blast released from her body sent out a shockwave which spread over five square blocks in a matter of seconds. The wave shattered everything it hit in trillion of pieces: concrete, durosteel, plastic, transparent steal, glass, and even bio-matter nothing was left undamaged. In the middle of the rubble laid Lady Natcha; her body was completely limp but she was breathing. If she was not unconscious then it could be seen that she had beaten back the Force Possession yet again. This was supported by the fact that the the dark nexus around her had decreased to the point that she was just a master force user, not the personification of the Bomar.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Dec 3, 2007 20:04:45 GMT -5
Nebi landed down on the planet. She did not need any info, she knew where Nachta was. She ran, fast. The air around seemed to have been affected. The weak were standing in the street, shivering from the dark energies that they could not explain, the old dying of it, coughing until they fell to the ground, and the Sith stood above all others, knowing the Dark Lady of the Sith had risen to her thrown. Nebi went through the crowd, and saw Nachta. She went to her, and knelt down. She was breathing, at least. "Nachta?" she said, a little afraid that there would be no answer back, but she pushed the fear away.
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Post by Odan Thos on Dec 3, 2007 22:49:37 GMT -5
Lady Natcha opened her eyes very slowly. They where a deep blue like usual, but they did not seem to be the usually ice cold stare. There was a weakness, a sadness. "Help me." Her voice trembled. "Kill me. Please kill me and you have to decapitate me. If not the Bomar well just revived me and take over again. I will not be a pond again." She pulled her close. "Do you understand, I was never powerful just a tool. Just a monster." Lady Natcha then fell back down unconscious breathing easily.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Dec 9, 2007 17:51:43 GMT -5
OOC about time i rejoin this maybe, sorry but i dont feel like reading through 10 pages worth of story.... so..... yeah, i'll just contiune from where i left off except a few months down the road or something. Unless of course teh story is almost over.... XD
Davith panted, while he hide behind a large trash dispenser, they had been on him for months, and he had learned from a few of the sith before he killed them that a man named Ja'ar had sent them after him. Davith knew they had to be running out of sith to send after him. Davith calmed his breathing as he heard footsteps passing by, it was only one sith, but he didn't want to have to kill another sith. He needed to get off this planet, it seemed to be a nest of suffering and there was no way he could help, becuase it would only draw the sith like flies to him. Davith stood up when he thought the man had passed but as he did he saw the sith spot him becuase the ally he went down as a dead end, davith didn't have time to hesitate he shot his blaster at the sith before he could activate his lightsaber in the small ally way, nailing him right in the chest, making him fall to the floor from the stun bolt. Davith went up to the sith, and decided it was time to take a chance, he would disguise himself as a sith to get outta here. Davith took the man's robe off and even took the man's red lightsaber even though davith still had his blue lightsaber. He had vowed a long time ago when he left the jedi he would never activate his lightsaber unless he absolutely needed it. Even then he wasn't sure if he would. Davith contiuned out into the city shooting a second stun bolt at the sith to make him stay there for a while. Davith put the black hood of the sith robe up as he wondered deep into the street's looking for transportation off nar shada before the sith refound him.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Dec 13, 2007 21:30:07 GMT -5
Nebi looked at Nachta. Nebi considered this request, but it was hardly consideration, more of reviewing it. She could not kill Nachta, and she knew it. Not out of power, but out of friendship. She had developed too strong a bond with Nachta. "I... I'm sorry Nachta... I cannot complete that request." She took up Nachta in her arms, to take her and let her rest in the Selene, and as she turned, her red eyes faced the surrounding Sith. "Any who attempt to take her rightful place as Dark Lady of the Sith, dies."
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