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revivalproject2021-03-24 01:42 pm
cannot_flinch) wrote in revivalproject2021-03-24 01:42 pm
One More Stranger
WHO: Ikora Rey & Others
WHERE: Around Coruscant
WHAT: A little temple and a little fighting
WHEN: The Coruscant trip.
WARNINGS: Some violence
I. The Jedi Temple
When she asked the locals where to go for help almost every single person directed her to a place called the Jedi Temple. "It's a beautiful building," she said as she ascended the steps with Ophiuchus floating at her shoulder.
"And heavily guarded," he pointed out with a nod in the direction of the guards at the entrance.
"If it's as important as the people here say it is it makes sense for it to be guarded." Ikora continued up the steps with her hands folded behind her back. "Perhaps you should stay more hidden for the time being."
"... as you wish." With a little hiss of Light Ophiuchus vanished though Ikora could tell he wasn't happy with the suggestion. She would rather her ghost was out of sight if these temple guards didn't turn out to be as friendly as everyone suggested.
When she reached the top the guards asked her what her business was with the Temple. Ikora explained she had recently arrived on the planet and was seeking knowledge of where she was and in what system. The guards exchanged looks and then seemed to have a conversation without speaking. One stepped away with a nod and Ikora watched him pull a communication device from his robes and speak into it.
She waited patiently for them to decide what to do with the stranger at their door Ikora looked out over the endless city. Golden Age Earth might have resembled this place at one point, she imagined. Flying cars, spaceships, and technology as far as the eye could see.
It was beautiful in a way but Ikora couldn't help but wonder what sort of secrets this place hid.
"Come with us," The guard said.
"Of course." She only raised an eyebrow as the two guards flanked her and led her inside the temple.
"Wait here." They left her in some sort of waiting room.
Apparently, her presence had caused some sort of stir. Ikora wondered just what sort of stir that was.
II. Pit Fights
After arriving in the strange seemingly endless city, Ikora found herself exploring the deeper, more dangerous parts. She was drawn to the secrets hidden in the shadows and unlike some other Warlocks she was not afraid to take physical risks as well as mental ones. Ophiuchus was against the plan, of course. He felt they could stay on the surface and find a way to contact home. They could feel the Traveler out there somewhere even though it felt very far away. There had to be a way to get a signal into deep space.
Instead, Ikora found herself in the middle of a pit with shouting voices in seemingly hundreds of different languages. Some cheering for her. Some against her. She tuned them out and focused on her opponent who looked like a large green pig humanoid.
There were no firearms allowed in the ring which suited Ikora fine since she hadn't arrived on this alien planet with any. She held a mid-sized staff with a hook on the end tipped with a sharp pike. Her opponent had a large bladed weapon and his form was awful. So open. So easy to read. He would have never lasted long in the Crucible.
He charged, clearly relying on his size and muscle mass to overpower her. Ikora sidestepped, hooked the staff around the alien's leg and pulled. He landed on his face as Ikora stepped back. When the alien got up a charged her again she threw her hand forward and a blast of Void sent him reeling back. Ikora followed up with a swift drive of the staff into the alien's gut and then a blow to the side of the head.
She put the spiked point of the staff to the alien's throat. "I recommend you don't get up."
III. Wildcard
Want something else? Go for it.
WHERE: Around Coruscant
WHAT: A little temple and a little fighting
WHEN: The Coruscant trip.
WARNINGS: Some violence
I. The Jedi Temple
When she asked the locals where to go for help almost every single person directed her to a place called the Jedi Temple. "It's a beautiful building," she said as she ascended the steps with Ophiuchus floating at her shoulder.
"And heavily guarded," he pointed out with a nod in the direction of the guards at the entrance.
"If it's as important as the people here say it is it makes sense for it to be guarded." Ikora continued up the steps with her hands folded behind her back. "Perhaps you should stay more hidden for the time being."
"... as you wish." With a little hiss of Light Ophiuchus vanished though Ikora could tell he wasn't happy with the suggestion. She would rather her ghost was out of sight if these temple guards didn't turn out to be as friendly as everyone suggested.
When she reached the top the guards asked her what her business was with the Temple. Ikora explained she had recently arrived on the planet and was seeking knowledge of where she was and in what system. The guards exchanged looks and then seemed to have a conversation without speaking. One stepped away with a nod and Ikora watched him pull a communication device from his robes and speak into it.
She waited patiently for them to decide what to do with the stranger at their door Ikora looked out over the endless city. Golden Age Earth might have resembled this place at one point, she imagined. Flying cars, spaceships, and technology as far as the eye could see.
It was beautiful in a way but Ikora couldn't help but wonder what sort of secrets this place hid.
"Come with us," The guard said.
"Of course." She only raised an eyebrow as the two guards flanked her and led her inside the temple.
"Wait here." They left her in some sort of waiting room.
Apparently, her presence had caused some sort of stir. Ikora wondered just what sort of stir that was.
II. Pit Fights
After arriving in the strange seemingly endless city, Ikora found herself exploring the deeper, more dangerous parts. She was drawn to the secrets hidden in the shadows and unlike some other Warlocks she was not afraid to take physical risks as well as mental ones. Ophiuchus was against the plan, of course. He felt they could stay on the surface and find a way to contact home. They could feel the Traveler out there somewhere even though it felt very far away. There had to be a way to get a signal into deep space.
Instead, Ikora found herself in the middle of a pit with shouting voices in seemingly hundreds of different languages. Some cheering for her. Some against her. She tuned them out and focused on her opponent who looked like a large green pig humanoid.
There were no firearms allowed in the ring which suited Ikora fine since she hadn't arrived on this alien planet with any. She held a mid-sized staff with a hook on the end tipped with a sharp pike. Her opponent had a large bladed weapon and his form was awful. So open. So easy to read. He would have never lasted long in the Crucible.
He charged, clearly relying on his size and muscle mass to overpower her. Ikora sidestepped, hooked the staff around the alien's leg and pulled. He landed on his face as Ikora stepped back. When the alien got up a charged her again she threw her hand forward and a blast of Void sent him reeling back. Ikora followed up with a swift drive of the staff into the alien's gut and then a blow to the side of the head.
She put the spiked point of the staff to the alien's throat. "I recommend you don't get up."
III. Wildcard
Want something else? Go for it.
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"Learned from the best," he said, hunkered low as he readjusted the grip on his weapons with a crooked smile. "One for one. You're not bad yourself, sister. That was a good hit."
The crowd was getting anxious. They hadn't come to see people chat, and there was definitely a betting pool going on that no one wanted to lose. Raphael stepped sideways, then darted towards Ikora before dropping into a tumble. As he came out of it he pushed off with his feet as he brought both his sai up at her, once again in a reverse-handed grip.
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She was on the back foot though as he charged her. Ikora blocked with her staff and he kept the pressure up forcing her to counter and block more than attack. She wanted to unleash Void at its full fury but knew it was a bad idea.
It was good to fight without relying on the Light. Ikora needed the practice. She hadn't fought like this since the Red War. Others feared the loss of Light but she was not afraid.
So, she fought back matching him for aggression. It was a fight, fast and hard. Ikora allowed the alien to dance around her while she did her best to keep steady. She hoped to wear him out and find an opening.
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The blows they traded were quick and brief, but not pointlessly. He brought his strikes in from different angles, sometimes interjecting a kick, and here and there leaping back just to jump again for another angle of attack. While Ikora hoped to wear him out enough for an opening, Raphael's own line of tactic wasn't too dissimilar. He'd noticed she was keeping more to the defensive. He was watching her moves, trying to get a better feel for how she operated.
This wasn't simply like fighting Donatello for the staff. This was like fighting Leonardo, who could be both aggressive and reserved in his attacks as situation called for it. The thought had Raphael pull back just a bit.
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Ikora glanced at her opponent. "I think, perhaps, we should find an exit."
There was a distinct anger in the air. These people have come for violence not for a careful dance between two skilled fighters. No one had drawn blood. No one had broken any limbs. It was not what the crowd thirsted for.
"Ophiuchus, radar." Her ghost materialized and then quickly dodged out of the way as a rock came flying at them. No one in the audience was happy to see a droid appear.
"There's an exit at your ten. But also a crowd in the way. Uh, a big one."
Ikora looked over and yes there was. She didn't want to hurt these people but... she had no reserves about intimidating them. "Cover me?" she asked the turtle.
Then she walked towards the crowd with a hand extended gathering more and more Void to her even as she broke out in a cold sweat from exertion.
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"Yeah, they're gettin' ugly out there. Well, uglier," he agreed, nodding curtly at the Warlock. It was a surprise to see her Ghost appear- where'd that even come from? But now wasn't the time to be gawking. As Ophiuchus reported, the turtle turned to look. He personally would have no qualms about charging right through them, but Ikora seemed to actually have a plan. Again, he nodded.
"Got it." He spun his weapons around to hold them both with their points resting against the inside of his forearms so he wouldn't do too much damage if it came out to a fight to get out. Not that he felt sorry when he lept up to kick one of the projectiles flung their way, certain he'd heard it hit someone on its way back.
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"Move."
And they did. They actually scrambled to get out of the way. They were familiar with stories of Jedi and their power. They assumed this woman was some sort of dark Jedi because none of them ever came down to the pits.
Once they were through the crowd and it didn't decide to collapse in on them Ikora pulled the Void back into her which was a strain in her own system. This far from the Traveler it felt almost impossible. Except she managed it.
She caught herself against a wall, her ghost hovering anxiously around her. "I'm fine. Give me a minute."
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The turtle started towards her when he saw Ikora look about to faint, but she still toughed it out. Taking the assurance she gave her Ghost as a good sign, Raphael instead watched out for any trouble that might have followed them. He wasn't about to trust any of these guys here, especially if gambling was involved.