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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 3:04 am
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She pulled out the most beautiful smile Vyrtem had ever seen and stood on her tippie-toes, stopping just a hair's breadth away from his lips. "This."
And his heart stopped beating. He froze. He couldn't move an inch. He was powerless to her.
Her lips touched his softly and she held him there for a moment, before she pulled gently away and smiled back up at him.
At first he was unable to react, but he slowly began to fall into the kiss, his fingers rising to touch her ribs as delicately, as timidly as possible. His heart ached as it ended. He wanted more... But he was not worthy. He allowed her to withdraw as he froze in place again, forgetting even to breathe as he felt her warm breath on his lips as she exhaled, opening her eyes and looking back up into his.
She just smiled at him and leaned her head against his chest, listening to his spasmodic heartbeat. "This, right here." She placed a hand on his chest and smiled as she listened.
Vyrtem, for one, was surprised that his heart was still beating at all, even though he was painfully aware of its drum against his ribcage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 3:11 am
Meditation 2/3
The meditation chamber is not as relaxing as she had hoped, but it should suffice. As she sits down she begins to visualize what went on during the brief fight. She sees herself charge (she should have let him come to her). Her leap over him was good, not good enough (use the Force). The first attack when she leapt over him was clumsy (use instincts). She remembers her laughing at his failed strike at her and remembers the arrogance with which she laughed at that, not realizing that her attack didn't even touch him. Breaking his arm instead of his neck was most likely a mistake. Kill or be killed, unless ordered by a superior to do otherwise. Telling him, in his ear, that if he ever said or did anything ever again demeaning, demoralizing, embarrassing, or even being nice to her she was going to castrate him with a stun baton might have been the highlight of the fight.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 3:23 am
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She smiled and pulled herself in to his chest and wrapped her arms under his ribs and around his back. "You're different, Vyrtem. You just are, you have to believe that."
Vyrtem allowed his instinct to take over and gingerly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. "You are, too..." And they stayed like that for some time, just holding each other until they stopped being two people and became one living, breathing organism, with one breath and one heartbeat. Vyrtem knew happiness in that night, and would never relinquish this feeling. He had a true purpose as a Sith now. And it was to never let go.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 3:34 am
Meditation 3/3
As she sat there going over the fight time and time again, she began to visualize how it will turn out next time, because there will be a next time. That's guaranteed. She wants to be ready for him, have a few tricks up her sleeve. Take advantage of any weakness she can exploit and bring him down quickly. She began seeing advantages of using lightsaber/vibroblade resistant armor for shock value. It should look inconspicuous so he won't be able to tell what is going on. Experimentation is going to be the key. She must find a reliable source of information on armor that can resist or cancel out a lightsaber blade/ vibroblade. In her mind's eye she sees the Library and then a specific set of shelves with books made of paper and datapads. Knowing what her next move was to be she awoke herself from her meditative trance and went back to the lab where she stayed (for now) with a look of grim determination on her face.
The piss-drinking lab-rats didn't even come close to her once they saw the look in her eyes. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she finally was able to get a full night's sleep.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 5:34 am
120
Valya smiled and her hand slid to Vyrtem's own and she turned around, calmly and confidently leading him to the bed. She sat down and pulled him after her, laying down and wrapping his arm around her waist. She took a deep breath and settled into his chest, curling against him and finding herself a comfortable spot. She soon found one, as if he had been made for her and she for him.
He didn't want to risk saying anything. Knowing him, he'd just ruin the moment. He'd never been this close to a girl before... Her scent. Her essence... It was intoxicating. He knew what it was to feel now. To have something dear to your heart. He had never thought a feeling so strong could have developed so quickly.
They spent the night together that night, just holding each other and falling into the comfort of each others' arms.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:07 am
121
Vyrtem smiled and his eyes slowly opened. He felt an emptiness against his chest. He rolled over and reached for Valya's warmth. She wasn't there. His eyes opened heavily. He immediately shot up. He sensed a disturbance. Something was wrong. He looked around the room. Valya's bag was still here, but she was gone. She wouldn't leave that behind. In the distance, he thought he heard muffled voices, and he leaped out of his bed, darting to the door and throwing himself over the threshold. He looked left, and then right, and thought that the sounds were stronger from the right. He began running in that direction. Something felt... Wrong. Very wrong.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:11 am
122
Valya was fighting every step of the way. She struggled to extricate her arms from rough hands, she dragged her feet on the floor to try and slow them down. She couldn't do anything but inconvenience them, and so that's what she did. She tried calling Vyrtem's name, but they had gagged her. She had never felt so powerless.
Vyrtem heard scuffling and muffled cries, and intensified his pace. This couldn't be happening. What was this? He didn't know, but he was almost certain that he did not want to find out. But whether he wanted to find out or not, he would get to the bottom of it. He would find Valya, and he would make them pay. Whoever they were, they would pay. "Valya!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:15 am
123
Valya heard his voice and her calling intensified in pace with her struggling. She needed to free herself. She needed to slow them down. They were moving much too fast. They must be Sith. She had no idea what they had planned for her, but she was almost positive that she did not want to know.
Vyrtem ran full out. But running had never been his strong suit. He was always a step behind, always a turn of the corner away. He was vaguely aware that they were heading deeper into the Academy, further from the dorms and into the Temple major, and he felt a sense of impending dread at that fact.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:18 am
124
Valya's hood kept her from seeing where she was going, but she felt a growing darkness as she was dragged forward. They eventually came to a stop, and she was forced by strong arms down onto her knees. The hood came off and she was blinded by light.
Vyrtem couldn't hear them anymore. He struggled to listen, but he could hear nothing. He let the Force guide him, and turned left, into an ornate hallway. He sprinted down this corridor and turned right, getting hit full in the face by Korriban's sun.
Oh no.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:25 am
125
Valya's eyes adjusted slowly, and she saw a large arena surrounding her. The floor was made of rough sandstone, and there was a cruel-looking spire at each corner of the square stage. It was recessed into the ground and stands for the viewers of the show raised around it. She didn't recognize this place, but it was terrifying.
Vyrtem did recognize this place. His throat was dry. His heart stopped dead in its tracks as he watched the special seats right in front of the stage, reserved for the MVP's of the order. He was looking at Darth Capulus. One of the Dark Council. His presence filled the stadium like the stink of death. Vyrtem knew why he was here... There was only one reason for him to be here... He was the Council's executioner...
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:31 am
126
Valya tried to cry out for Vyrtem, but she couldn't breathe past the gag. She watched as the hooded, cloaked figure stood and began to pace forward onto a small stage of his own. She looked around at the Sith in the audience, scattered through the stands like this was some sick sort of show... Did that mean that she was the... Entertainment?
Vyrtem ran forward to remove the two Sith Eradicators holding Valya by the arms and was stopped short by the weight of Darth Capulus' gaze. The Sith Master raised a metal-gauntleted hand into the air and the murmurs among the crowd fell silent. Vyrtem could only watch, impotent.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:41 am
127
Valya stopped struggling as she watched the --what she could only assume was a man-- step forward and call for silence. The only sound in the entire stadium was her heartbeat.
Vyrtem swallowed, hard. This was not going to be good. Nothing about this could be good.
Darth Capulus took a deep breath, which moved his shoulders under his black cloak. He almost looked like an Eradicator, but his robes were too fine, trimmed in white. His mask was decorated with the painting of a skull and his eyes were black portals into hell.
His voice was so laced with Dark Side power that as it whispered out through the stadium, it sent chills up and down your spine.
"We have gathered here for a paltry business, but a necessary one. Our network has discovered a Republic spy among our ranks. This will not be tolerated. We are to slaughter this wretch like the animal she is, and continue with our day as if she had never existed in the first place. Are there any objections?
No? Noted."
Valya tried to scream in her own defense
Vyrtem tried to cry out, but his voice was drowned out by Darth Capulus' Force-augmented whisper. He still couldn't move. He was paralyzed... Was this... Fear? Was this what real fear felt like?
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Emily Marneth rolled 4 20-sided dice:
4, 10, 18, 10
Total: 42 (4-80)
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:25 am
Valya had tears running down her face. She never lost her will to fight, though, and began struggling against the hands that bound her, but to no avail. She stared as a Sith Eradicator began walking up to her, lightsaber in hand.
Vyrtem's eyes widened in horror. His pulse raced, his stomach felt empty. He... What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to react to this? WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO!?
He felt the last few weeks flash in his mind. He saw everything that had happened, and relived all those experiences. From the day he'd been so colossally stupid as to challenge a Sith to combat to the night he'd spent with Valya, he had changed so much. He had so many people to thank for what he now saw as a positive change. He finally had purpose. He finally had a reason to strive. To reach for something that was important to him.
He finally knew... He finally understood what happiness was. What joy could feel like. How patience and hard work triumphed over rage and blind faith. He understood how everything in his life had fit together to bring him to this moment. The Force had saved him as a child. It had seen this future for him. And he was supposed to watch? He was supposed to let this sort of atrocity happen to someone he...
Someone he...
He loved her. He didn't understand how that was possible, but if this was not love, then it was easily the strongest emotion Vyrtem had ever felt. He finally knew what it was like to be alive. He finally knew love.
Love. The fire of that emotion filled him from the toes to the crown. His unbound need for Valya boiled his blood and made him feel invincible. The Force had chosen him for this moment. He had been born to be here. He had been hand-chosen by the very Fates that made the Galaxy turn to have lived this whole life for this very moment.
He had finally known peace, for once in his life, and it was about to be taken away?
No.
Peace is a lie,
Peace is a lie. He had been taught that from childhood. There could never be peace. And there isn't now. It was an illusion...
there is only passion.
Passion. The name for what he felt burning in his veins. The power that he felt coursing through every fiber of his being. He knew now what passion was. It was not hate, or anger, or even rage. This feeling was purer and more potent than any he'd ever known.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through her, he gained strength. Through Valya, he became a better person. Through Valya he became a better Sith. His heart beat twice as strong when he was with her than any other day. His feet began to move. His eyes tracked the rise of that red-bladed saber. The glow of that evil was radiating on the face of his love...
Through strength, I gain power.
Through his love. Through that incredible wellspring of emotion, Vyrtem had grown powerful. He felt it now. He felt that power now, and he was unstoppable. He drew breath like fire and his body screamed with effortless fury. He knew what it was to be powerful now.
((Vyrtem: +4/+4/+12 unarmed (not attacking, so +2 attunement), Tutaminis (Taking -9 on defense)
Eradicator: +4/+4, (roughly equivalent to an average knight level Jedi, or roughly one whole Olympic athlete better than the Ataru douchebag who beat Vyrtem's a** 134 posts ago.)
Tutaminis 8
128*2
256/308 (his affinity, all of his made post counts are multiplied by two)
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:30 am
((And I forgot a roll... Go, anti-climacticism... Eradicator's defense))
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 8:44 am
((Rolls translate to 8/-5/30 | 14/22
Vyrtem was not attacking, and so definitely does not connect, but the Eradicator gains +4 to one of his next rolls (he picks offense, because Sith)
Vyrtem sacrificed his defense to -9 --actively attempting to get hit by all means possible--, +4 from his strength gives us -5.
Vyrtem's Tutaminis roll beats the Eradicator's attack by 16:
Tutaminis passes by 16-20: absorb two points of damage per point of Tutaminis as attunement and disperse one damage per point of Tutaminis
Eradicator's attack is stopped, but it ordinarily would have dealt a 19 worth of damage, which is 7 attunement damage
So he absorbs up to 16 points of damage --so, 7-- and disperses 7 further damage --so, none-- ))
Vyrtem:
Health: 4
Stamina: 4
Attunement: 13+2+7= 22
Eradicator:
Health: 0
Stamina: 2
Attunement: 13
Vyrtem kneels in front of Valya, one hand around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest, and the other reaching out, clutching the red-hot, glowing plasma blade of a lightsaber. As the Sith's expressionless mask does not betray his emotions, the crowd was probably the best judge of the atmosphere. There was a collective gasp as they all thought Vyrtem was dead, and then just silence.
Vyrtem was filled with burning hot energy. The blade he held melted at his touch, flowing around his fist as he gripped the blade, holding it tight. He looked down at Valya's eyes. "It's okay. I've got you."
Through power, I gain victory.
He cast his gaze toward the Sith who had tried to strike her down, and his eyes glowed yellow with passion.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
Vyrtem held the blade as he felt that power coiling up inside him. But he restrained himself. There were bigger things at work here than just a simple lackey. He released the blade as the Eradicator took a few stunned steps backward.
He would stand between death itself and Valya. And he did, at that moment. For in his mind --nay, in his heart-- they had become one and the same. The only way for him to live his life now was with her. The only way he knew to live was with his other half. Without her, there was no him. He had to save them.
The two Eradicators holding Valya's arms released her and reached for their lightsabers, two more blades igniting as they forgot about Valya and began to circle Vyrtem.
He prepared to die. But he was sure as all of Sithdom that he was going to take everybody in this room with him.
The Force shall free me.
One way or another, they would be free. He saw that, now. If it was not his Fate to be with her here, he would find her in the next world.
The Sith did not know defeat; they knew only victory. He could not fail. Not here. Not now. He raised his fists and readied for combat.
"STOP!"
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