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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 3:36:50 GMT -5
Lady Natcha had died once already and was not scared to again. She put up her hand however using the Force created a shield which deflected the blast. She was getting sick of him playing with her like a toy. Using the force she pulled all the water from the area together and created a beam of super cold and dense ice which she push the flames back into the things mouth. She used the force to continually keep it cold and drive a chunk of ice into its mouth. "Stop trying to push me. I don't want to let me demon out." She was not joking, if he pushed her much more she would just stop fighting the dark side trying to take over her body again.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 3:45:40 GMT -5
It was Leon's strength alone that made him break the eyes with his powerful jaws. "I remember it," he said. "Felt powerful, sure, but I've seen the worst one. Your inner demons are nothing compared to that one. I think I might be able to survive yours well enough. Now, enough play time with my natural abilities." He summoned the Force, and it became obvious he was not the same type of warrior as Ja'ak had been. His body lifted slightly, and he tucked in his arms and legs, as his wings covered his body. The force gathered around him, and then, in a moment, seemed to explode outwards, making his wings, arms and legs spread out as he used a rather powerful Force Repulse.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 3:58:03 GMT -5
Lady Natcha was through backwards into the wall. She slowly slid down it, having her armor taken the majority of the blow. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. "No, I don't want this." Then her voice changed a little, "Yes you do, I can show this thing a nightmare which it never experience." Her voice change back, "No, it is to dangerous letting you take over." Then her voice went darker again. "Only when you fight me." She opened her eyes and they where blood read again. A dark nexus formed around her, not to the extreme of Nar Shaddaa, but still was able to be felt around a majority of the planet. She typed her head sideways as she looked at the beast. "You are a strange and powerful creature but no match." She did not even move from just studying it, but all the sudden a blast of telekinesis force moved through the insides of the creatures chest. The Possessed Lady Natcha had built up almost immediately build up and released a blast of force energy inside the creature, knowing it had a hard out shell would make the blast more effective.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 4:10:23 GMT -5
Leon's eyes widened, and a huge flame roseout of his mouth. But he roared upward. He then laughed. "That one actually hurt," he said. "Impressive. Most impressive. But... I was right... he is still much better." He knelt for a moment. Then, he stood up. "Are you ready for one of the more brutal fights of your life, young one?" he asked, with an air of actual respect and appreciasion. "I haven't been given a chance at a real fight in far too long. Not since I met..."
But, he was cut off. A flaming eye appeared before Nachta. And then another. And another. Beginning to surround her.
"No," screamed Leon. "Don't you dare interfere with this! I want this fight. This ones mine!"
But, his voice echoed over and over in his head, painfully, and the flaming eyes surrounded him too. It began to infiltrait Nachta's mind as well, with thousands of voices, thousands of thoughts, whispers, dreams, hopes, sins, screams and more in thousands of languages. This would also be what Leon was feeling.
The fire eyed boy walked out of an alleyway. "We've collected our data, Leon. We are leaving, now. This is not my order. I'd let you fight and die."
The eyes stopped surrounding Leon. He nodded. "F... fine..." said Leon. He looked at Nachta. "But damn, it would have been fun." The boy waved his hand, and he and the beast Leon disappeared into the night, the Flaming eyes surrounding Nachta and the voices all disappeared with them.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 12:08:02 GMT -5
Lady Natcha closed her eyes. She was slowly learning to control the possessions; creating barriers in her mind which allowed her to exit them at will. They where not perfect however, if she was caught unprepared she could loss total control and become a prisoner of her own mind like she use to. She figured she had about ten more minutes of fighting while maintain an acceptable level of control. She was about to pulled the two lamp post next to her out of the ground with the force. Then after increasing there strength with the Force she was going to beat the dragon senseless. This plan was interupted however when the young boy came.
As the young boy seem to connect her mind to the flow of the Force, it quickly started to break down her safe guards. By the time they left she had determind she had let the Force control her body long enough. When her eyes open they where the same as blue as they where when the battle started. She looked around and headed back to the club. She thought Abbandon may still be there with Nebi, and if he was she was going to get some answers. She would not kill him, sense Nebi like him to much; however, pain would be acceptable method. She walked into the club and looked around for both Nebi and Abbandon.
Unknown to Lady Natcha and most likely everyone else; the continual Dark Side possessions was having an unexpected side effect. Few beings in the galaxy would not even understand it if they were explained it, but a critical point was going to be reached soon.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 15:33:08 GMT -5
While the Fight had been going on...
Nebi and Abaddon were getting into lighter conversation. it was generally a better atmosphere. That was until Nebi felt it. That nexus in the dark side. It was not as powerful, but it was there none the less. She began to stand back, but Abaddon lightly grabbed her by the hand, pulling her back to her seat. Now it was making sense. Abaddon seemed to have made her weaker, probably through her drink, so she wouldn't mess with this fight. "Damn... you," said Nebi.
""Sorry," said Abaddon, sincerely, although she wouldn't believe it.
They sat in silence, Nebi too weak and intoxicated to actually do much but wait. Then, the nexus subsided. And then Nachta walked in, looking not just a little pissed.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 15:50:49 GMT -5
Lady Natcha spotted the two over at the bar. She quickly walked up to them, feeling that Nebi was not all there. She open her hand, ready to shock Abbandon into an inch of his life, but she realized that they where still in a public place. She figured she could use the Force if he tried anything and call him a raving Jedi, but until then she would need to maintain a little civilized behavior. She walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar. “You.” She then looked over and noticed him holding Nebi down. “What did you do to her? I swear…” Lady Natcha realized that it was pointless to make threats to someone like Abbandon and better get back to her main purpose, getting answers. She took a deep breath and put aside a lot of her aggression “How in the Void do you and your buddies work for?” She was going to be direct and tried to read both his body language and thoughts to get the most out of each answer.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 15:56:28 GMT -5
But Abaddon was a blank in everything. His thoughts were unreadable, his body language gave away nothing. "To answer your first question, I made the Bar Tender give her something alot stronger then what she ordered," he said. "To answer your second question, I can't answer your second question." His face was cold, his eyes were also unfocussed, making his pupils less like slits.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 16:12:24 GMT -5
Lady Natcha looked at him. She was not happy with the fact that his allies attacked her, but the fact that he would set around for her to return was more annoying. It was mostly arrogance that kept him here. “You are lucky I am not like the idiot Ja’ak was. He would have killed you for pulling a stunt like you and your buddies did without considering anything else.” She thought more about taking him back to the hotel room and beating some answers or life out of him, but she looked back at Nebi. She placed her and on Abbadon’s leg and sent a small amount of force lightning through it. She picked the leg knowing that it would travel up threw it and down in the chair without effecting Nebi. The amount was not enough to even cause damage to Abbadon, just enough to make his leg tingle for the next three hours. She leaned in close to his face and said soft enough so only they could hear it, “Tell however you work for, the next time he or she pulls a stunt like this I well personally kill everyone I can associate to it. That includes you and your buddies that attacked me.” She thought about Nebi and her feelings towards Abbadon, but life was full of loss and she would eventually get over him. She then turned to Nebi, “Lets get you back to the hotel. You can sleep off the effects.” She waited to see what she said.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 16:24:58 GMT -5
Nebi nodded, hardly really able to speak. Abaddon, however, continued. "You might not wish to make threats so easily," he said. "Ja'ak, if he were the victor of your fight, would have died exactly eight hours later. I would have done the deed, myself. That was my mission. Leon was not the only one collecting data. We were all part of this mission. Combat Data by Leon. Force abilities data by Noruas. Personality and Emotional influence Data by me." He smiled slightly. "I got to learn what made you go that far. The inner reactions of your mind. The inner conflict between the Force and yourself. I also got to learn exactly what turned it on. How to make you lose control."
He then sighed. "But, it is not within my mission to kill you or make you lose control. And I'd not let Nebi remain here if I were to make you lose control. But, these are not empty threats, these are dire warnings: If you want yourself and Nebi to remain unharmed, leave the Sith. Before it is too late." Then, a small break in his usual mask of no emotions. "Please," it was said more like a plea for help then a warning of impending doom.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 16:35:28 GMT -5
Lady Natcha looked at him. “If you really want to know what makes me tick, meet me at the Ambassador Hotel Penthouse Room One. I well tell you exactly, but to the truth well be far scarier then what you imagine.” There was a look of honesty in what she said, but deep down there was a hidden emotion. It only came out when she said how scary it was, the emotion was realization of just how bad it could be. “Come alone. Armed or not, whatever makes you feel better. I well tell you whatever you want to know. But let me get Nebi out of here.” She offered Nebi her hand to help her out of the chair so they could leave. She hoped he would take the offer.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 16:44:57 GMT -5
"Fine," said Abaddon, returning to his cold expession. He stood up, and left.
Nebi sighed. "Let... my... guard... down.... Sorry..." she said, woozilly. She stood, but only with Nachta's support, and even then it was difficult to stand at all.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 18:09:48 GMT -5
Lady Natcha used the Force to stabilize Nebi. She the Force to make it look like Nebi was leaving under her own force. "Don't worry, this is my fault. I should have realized that there where going to be more groups beside the Jedi. Just did not expect them to be so methodical and cunning." Lady Natcha called an airspeeder and told the drive to take her to their hotel and there was an extra twenty credits if he got them their fast. He fallowed the instructions and used every shot cut and the full speed of this speeder to get them there in almost no time. Lady Natcha helped Nebi to her room and set her on the bed. She got a bottle of aspirin from her room and handed two to Nebi. "Take these and sleep it off. Tomorrow you well have a bad hangover but you well live." Natcha left the room and headed back to her own. She changed her clothing back to her normal robes. She sat down in a chair and waited for Abbadon.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 18:26:59 GMT -5
Abaddon did not so much as enter as just suddenly appear. He still appeared rather cold, and emotionless. "I have arrived," he said. He stood still, looking at her. "If you feel like venting your rage, go for it. I won't stop you."
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 18:40:58 GMT -5
Lady Natcha had him set across form her. She leaned forward in her seat looking at Abbadon. "So, you said you wanted to know my struggle against the Force is, than you must experience it.” Natcha stared at him pushing deep into his mind, and then in an instant she pulled the same trick the Force did on her. She trapped Abbadon's consciousness inside his own mind; however he was not alone like she was always. "Welcome to where my mind goes when I loss control. The first thing you must understand is that the Force is a living entity. It is not just an energy Force, but a thinking entity that thinks on planes to high for you to comprehend." She paused for a moment then pushed against a wall and the trap collapsed. This sent her and Abbadon thoughts return to their own bodies. "That is my struggle with it in a nut shell; it tries to take over my body by trapping my own mind in puzzles." She paused and waited to see what Abbadon says.
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