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29-04-2023, 11:29 PM
((originally posted by Ki'surra))
A Woman of War
An explosion echoed through the hallway before her. A Turbolaser blast had penetrated the ship's outer hull, sending a shockwave down her path, powerful enough to have sent several Republic soldiers off their feet, and helmets flying past her. She, herself, remained stalwart. As electrical fires began to spread throughout the boarding action, and the screams of burning men filled the now rapidly escaping air inside the ship, Lord Aeovith only had one goal in mind.
"My Lord.", the voice of Imperial Captain Martin Verex rang through the comms device built into her helmet. His calm, collected demeanour in the face of the most chaotic of circumstances had always been something she respected. "The Odyssey is projected to go critical within the next twelve minutes. I suggest you hasten your current efforts." His tone was one brimming with factual correctness, and left no room for human error. Like a machine, assessing each and every individual hit, every piece of internal damage done, and the buildup of heat inside the Republic vessel, he gave not an estimate, but a warning. Should Lord Aeovith stay longer than twelve minutes aboard the ship, she was assured to die.
But she had no intention of doing so. "Keep me briefed, Captain." She responded, her voice often described as far too quiet for a woman of her presence. A small timer appeared in the heads-up display of her helmet, precisely in the moment that it switched to internal rebreathing, rather than exterior atmosphere. To her left, one of her own soldiers had collapsed, gasping for air. The previous impact had now fully depressurized the hallway they had been fighting in. With a cold, stern grip, she picked the man up, and pressed two buttons on his gauntlet. His suit engaged the internal oxygen supply, and as she connected to his helmet-audio, she heared the last half of a heavy gasp.
"Fight on, private." It wasn't inspirational, nor motivational. It was an order, cold and calculated, as the Lord let go of the Soldier who had no time to contemplate the fact that his life had just been saved.
Aeovith's boots, usually so heavy in their armoured tread, produced no sound as she stepped up to the next corner. They were close to the bridge by now, presumably some five minutes ahead, if all went according to schedule. Resistance would be minimal up until the bridge itself, where she could feel the crew's anticipation, and terror coalesce, radiating through the Force like a beacon, guiding her way. Even if she didn't have exact floor layouts, finding the way to the bridge would've been simple based on this alone.
She turned the next corner. A blastershot sizzled past her, just barely missing her blackened durasteel shoulderplate. She hadn't raised her lightsaber in defence, had felt no threat even as she anticipated the shot, that had since found its way into the chest of one of her soldiers. Confidently, she strode on through the hallway, six Republic Marines intent on barring her way, making up their lack of confidence, and persistent fear, with determined patriotism. Her crimson blade was raised, and swept to her left in a small arc. Two bolts caught upon it, were sent into the floor and walls of the hallway. The Sith Lord adjusted her grip, deflecting shots, ensuring that no bolt that threatened to singe the imposing black armour would make contact with it. She could sense the Marines' fear turn into dread, their dread into terror, as seemingly nothing, no precise aim, no timed shots, dissuaded her stride. They were forced into tactical withdrawal, covering themselves with blaster volleys as they turned deeper into the hallway. Return fire from Aeovith's own troops darted past her, these Imperials knew that they wouldn't even so much as phase the woman commanding them. One of her men screamed, hit in the chest, his vitals dropping immediately.
It was then, that the Marine currently retreating stepped in the middle of the corridor's blast-door. She seized the moment. An extension of her will, her might, a small ripple sent through the Dark Side. She felt the man's death just a moment before the doors collapsed upon him, ending his life in the smallest flash of a moment. She held the door shut, the lower torso of the man still on her side of the hallway, and finally closed into melee distance.
Point blank, a blaster bolt was deflected into a Marine's skull, before, with the clench of a fist, the soldiers' weapons deformed in their hands, crushed by an invisible force. Two of them scrambled for their pistols, one of them took a knife and armed a detonator. She barely regarded the man, extending a hand towards him, as he ran in on her flank, holding him in place by her side, dragging him along as she marched on, deflecting two more bolts before her Lightsaber found limbs and throats, tearing bodies apart in graceless, efficient motions. She had begun to feel the soldiers on the other side, and their fear, and pain, mixed with that of her own troops, made for powerful fuel, enabling herself to extend the limits of her power far beyond that which would be considered normal, for her own standards.
She released the door, and in the same moment flung the soldier with his detonator into the next squad. Timed perfectly to explode right in their middle, Aeovith's black cape fluttered backwards in the shockwave. The troops were defeated. She saw the signals for surrender in the ship's lights. Three minutes.
Aeovith swung to the left, the door to the bridge was still locked, but she felt the enemy's defeat as clear as she would feel the sun upon her skin in the sands of Tattooine. Her soldiers locked the doors behind themselves, the area was repressurized. With a flick of her hand, the doors swung open, revealing the bridge, and what she had come to the ship in the first place, for.
"Captain Aldereth Ki'surra, you are under arrest for high treason against the Empire of the Sith." She proclaimed, her helmet boosting her voice to be audible even over the alarms. Her troops went in, detaining the rest of the bridge crew, as she strode up to the Captain's chair, and ripped him out of it.
"You're a fool if you think you can make it off this ship alive, Aeovith!" He was defiant, resolved. She canted her head slightly, and beckoned one of her soldiers. One minute thirty.
"Private, give Captain Ki'surra your helmet." The soldier hesitated. Uncertain, and unsure what to make of the Order. She felt the dread swell in him with every second he didn't abide the order, before it overcame him, and he took it off without further notice.
"Of course, my Lord." He bowed his head, to hide his blue eyes, which betrayed his fear almost as much as his mind did, and he returned to his post without another word.
Aeovith haphazardly affixed the helmet to the Captain's head, and tapped two buttons on her gauntlet. Two seconds.
And an massive shock went through the ship, shaking soldiers off their feet and prisoners to the floor. Aeovith stood. She nodded once, before holding the Captain tightly in one arm, and extending the other towards the main bridge window. A moment later, it burst, decompressing the room within moments, soldiers and prisoners flung outside, and Aeovith and the traitorous Captain as well.
The frame of the Thunderous, her Terminus class, overwhelmed the little Republic warship, and she observed calmly as a small shuttle loosened itself from the main hangar. She keyed herself into the former private's helmet comms.
"Welcome back to the Empire, Ki'surra."
A Woman of War
An explosion echoed through the hallway before her. A Turbolaser blast had penetrated the ship's outer hull, sending a shockwave down her path, powerful enough to have sent several Republic soldiers off their feet, and helmets flying past her. She, herself, remained stalwart. As electrical fires began to spread throughout the boarding action, and the screams of burning men filled the now rapidly escaping air inside the ship, Lord Aeovith only had one goal in mind.
"My Lord.", the voice of Imperial Captain Martin Verex rang through the comms device built into her helmet. His calm, collected demeanour in the face of the most chaotic of circumstances had always been something she respected. "The Odyssey is projected to go critical within the next twelve minutes. I suggest you hasten your current efforts." His tone was one brimming with factual correctness, and left no room for human error. Like a machine, assessing each and every individual hit, every piece of internal damage done, and the buildup of heat inside the Republic vessel, he gave not an estimate, but a warning. Should Lord Aeovith stay longer than twelve minutes aboard the ship, she was assured to die.
But she had no intention of doing so. "Keep me briefed, Captain." She responded, her voice often described as far too quiet for a woman of her presence. A small timer appeared in the heads-up display of her helmet, precisely in the moment that it switched to internal rebreathing, rather than exterior atmosphere. To her left, one of her own soldiers had collapsed, gasping for air. The previous impact had now fully depressurized the hallway they had been fighting in. With a cold, stern grip, she picked the man up, and pressed two buttons on his gauntlet. His suit engaged the internal oxygen supply, and as she connected to his helmet-audio, she heared the last half of a heavy gasp.
"Fight on, private." It wasn't inspirational, nor motivational. It was an order, cold and calculated, as the Lord let go of the Soldier who had no time to contemplate the fact that his life had just been saved.
Aeovith's boots, usually so heavy in their armoured tread, produced no sound as she stepped up to the next corner. They were close to the bridge by now, presumably some five minutes ahead, if all went according to schedule. Resistance would be minimal up until the bridge itself, where she could feel the crew's anticipation, and terror coalesce, radiating through the Force like a beacon, guiding her way. Even if she didn't have exact floor layouts, finding the way to the bridge would've been simple based on this alone.
She turned the next corner. A blastershot sizzled past her, just barely missing her blackened durasteel shoulderplate. She hadn't raised her lightsaber in defence, had felt no threat even as she anticipated the shot, that had since found its way into the chest of one of her soldiers. Confidently, she strode on through the hallway, six Republic Marines intent on barring her way, making up their lack of confidence, and persistent fear, with determined patriotism. Her crimson blade was raised, and swept to her left in a small arc. Two bolts caught upon it, were sent into the floor and walls of the hallway. The Sith Lord adjusted her grip, deflecting shots, ensuring that no bolt that threatened to singe the imposing black armour would make contact with it. She could sense the Marines' fear turn into dread, their dread into terror, as seemingly nothing, no precise aim, no timed shots, dissuaded her stride. They were forced into tactical withdrawal, covering themselves with blaster volleys as they turned deeper into the hallway. Return fire from Aeovith's own troops darted past her, these Imperials knew that they wouldn't even so much as phase the woman commanding them. One of her men screamed, hit in the chest, his vitals dropping immediately.
It was then, that the Marine currently retreating stepped in the middle of the corridor's blast-door. She seized the moment. An extension of her will, her might, a small ripple sent through the Dark Side. She felt the man's death just a moment before the doors collapsed upon him, ending his life in the smallest flash of a moment. She held the door shut, the lower torso of the man still on her side of the hallway, and finally closed into melee distance.
Point blank, a blaster bolt was deflected into a Marine's skull, before, with the clench of a fist, the soldiers' weapons deformed in their hands, crushed by an invisible force. Two of them scrambled for their pistols, one of them took a knife and armed a detonator. She barely regarded the man, extending a hand towards him, as he ran in on her flank, holding him in place by her side, dragging him along as she marched on, deflecting two more bolts before her Lightsaber found limbs and throats, tearing bodies apart in graceless, efficient motions. She had begun to feel the soldiers on the other side, and their fear, and pain, mixed with that of her own troops, made for powerful fuel, enabling herself to extend the limits of her power far beyond that which would be considered normal, for her own standards.
She released the door, and in the same moment flung the soldier with his detonator into the next squad. Timed perfectly to explode right in their middle, Aeovith's black cape fluttered backwards in the shockwave. The troops were defeated. She saw the signals for surrender in the ship's lights. Three minutes.
Aeovith swung to the left, the door to the bridge was still locked, but she felt the enemy's defeat as clear as she would feel the sun upon her skin in the sands of Tattooine. Her soldiers locked the doors behind themselves, the area was repressurized. With a flick of her hand, the doors swung open, revealing the bridge, and what she had come to the ship in the first place, for.
"Captain Aldereth Ki'surra, you are under arrest for high treason against the Empire of the Sith." She proclaimed, her helmet boosting her voice to be audible even over the alarms. Her troops went in, detaining the rest of the bridge crew, as she strode up to the Captain's chair, and ripped him out of it.
"You're a fool if you think you can make it off this ship alive, Aeovith!" He was defiant, resolved. She canted her head slightly, and beckoned one of her soldiers. One minute thirty.
"Private, give Captain Ki'surra your helmet." The soldier hesitated. Uncertain, and unsure what to make of the Order. She felt the dread swell in him with every second he didn't abide the order, before it overcame him, and he took it off without further notice.
"Of course, my Lord." He bowed his head, to hide his blue eyes, which betrayed his fear almost as much as his mind did, and he returned to his post without another word.
Aeovith haphazardly affixed the helmet to the Captain's head, and tapped two buttons on her gauntlet. Two seconds.
And an massive shock went through the ship, shaking soldiers off their feet and prisoners to the floor. Aeovith stood. She nodded once, before holding the Captain tightly in one arm, and extending the other towards the main bridge window. A moment later, it burst, decompressing the room within moments, soldiers and prisoners flung outside, and Aeovith and the traitorous Captain as well.
The frame of the Thunderous, her Terminus class, overwhelmed the little Republic warship, and she observed calmly as a small shuttle loosened itself from the main hangar. She keyed herself into the former private's helmet comms.
"Welcome back to the Empire, Ki'surra."
