by Shade Leshyr » Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:02 pm
Shade sat frozen in terror as the beast seemed to get stronger and stronger as its rage rose. The rock formations falling on and around it only enraged it as its massive hand closed around the rocks, crushing them in its rage. It reached out its large, clawed hand to snatch up Marcus, yanking him off his feet, snarling as the young padawan slashed out with his sabers. Twisting its hand, it flung him straight at Lucifer, roaring in pain as its hide hissed and steamed. It rose up to charge... before the small, vixen projectile, empowered by the force, slammed into its side.
It picked itself up off the ground as the vixens urged the group to hurry away. Driven by fear, Shade twisted around, holding his sabers in a death grip and sprinted for the exit. His instincts were overpowering his sense of duty to stand and help his master against the beast as he ran, even his curiosity forgotten in the terror. The beast swung its arm at the saber-wielding vixen, missing her by mere inches, it's appendage slamming into the wall. The already weakened ceiling shook violently, rocks cascading down on the escaping students.
The short vixen held the beast off with short strokes of her saber as the students escaped, the taller vixen calling out to her as the last rushed out. However, the call distracted the vixen long enough for the large behemoth to snatch her about the middle, flinging her to the back of the cave heavily. It turned, facing the taller vixen, bellowing in rage that its prey had escaped, rising up again to charge, but as it rose, the vixen raised a hand weakly and the cave shook even more violently, splintering and caving in. A large piece of rock slammed into the beasts head, making it let out a pained roar, backing up into the cave reflexively and the short vixen smiled softly as the cave gave way, falling in on itself, burying Jedi and Beast in a tomb of solid rock.
The short vixen's impression on the force vanished...
Shade gasped for breath as he fell to all fours on the surface, the hot air burning his lungs...
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Meanwhile, another group of students were in a flat out run, trying to get back to the Academy. Their newly created sabers bounced around at their belts. One of them tripped, a young vixen, and the others turned, rushing to help her to her feet when the voice rang out. It was synthesized, a droid, "Condescending Statement: Run little Jedi, run. You can't possibly hope to get away from sophisticated models like us when your construction isn't complete. Amused Query: Where do you think they are running to?"
A second voice in the steam that rose from the lava answered, also droid in nature, "Amused Speculation: I do believe they intend to race us all the way to their Academy." A third droid chirped up, "Statement: We can not allow them to reach their master or he may prove to be a wrench in the gears. Let us finish this." Three shapes appeared in the steam, hardening into black armor plating as three HK-150s broke free of the veil. The assassin droids had their rifles raised, but they stopped as a young female Twi'lek activated her double bladed saber, standing between the droids and her friends.
"Run..." the Twi'lek said with a determined look on her face. The center droid piped up, "Surprised Query: You intend to fight all three of us alone? A gross miscalculation of abilities on your part Jedi. The droid raised his rifle and fired...
The bolt flew back, taking off the droids head, the remains dropping to the ground in a twitching heap. Ven-Notch's Violet lightsaber hummed threateningly as he stood between the students and the two remaining droids, his face set in a protective determination, "What are assassin droids doing on this planet, hunting my students?" The droids were silent for several moments, then the one on the left spoke up, "Statement: Your time has run out Jedi, our employers have made that clear. You may destroy us, but more will rise from the-"
The droid slammed into the rocky formation behind it, impaling many vital systems. Ven-Notch's lightsaber split the final droid through the chest before flying back to his hand. The blade winked off as Ven-Notch turned to the padawans, "Hurry back to the Academy and barricade yourselves in the library." With that, he raced off, following the flow of the force...