vir_cotto_tm: Star Stuff: Specters (originally locked, now open to all)

Vir Cotto (

vir_cotto_tm) wrote,
@ 2005-10-07 22:49:00

Current mood:	drained
Entry tags:	b5 star stuff

Star Stuff: Specters (originally locked, now open to all)
Continued from here.

Other players are now welcome. The danger has passed. For now.

Briefly, Vir closes his weary eyes. The last day and night have passed in a drug-induced blur periodically interrupted by bouts of violent sickness and painful muscle spasms which have only begun to subside in the last hour. Senna now sleeps beside him, her face finally relaxed, her lips slightly parted. Vir caresses her cheek gently as Risak continues his lecture.

"I do not wish to say I told you so, your Majesty, but... actually, no, that is precisely what I wish." Risak kneels beside the bed. "By all the gods, you could've been killed- and for what? What are you trying to prove?"

"I'm not trying to prove anything," Vir replies, his voice weakened by pure exhaustion. "I'm trying... to confront a ghost."

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*Tir'In* The Storm Comes...

betareject
2005-10-08 05:13 pm UTC (link)

====
"...Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say..."

New Dawn Fades - Moby
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His words so fiery still rush through her mind in a blur of furious raw passion, driven by the need to avenge the many souls lost needlessly. For the memory of her twin, for the memory of her family, his family the remnants that still remain of her people this had to be done. There would be no turning back. No faltering, no hesitation, only the direct spearhead attack that would end it all and finally give her troubled soul the rest she desperately sought.

She enters the medlab ignoring the distaste she feels at the thought of taking out so weakened a foe. There was no honor to be found in this battle, but then when were the Centauri ever honorable? The thought only fuels her fires further as she storms into the medlab.

The guards don't stand a chance as they try to stand between her and the entrance. As a former member to the notorious bodyguards known as the "furious" she is more deadly without weapons then with them. A trait they learn only too soon as she proceeds to break the first man's neck with ease before slamming a fist into the second guards hearts puncturing them and instantly snuffing out his life. A third tries to fire his gun but in one swift agile movement she slams her boot into his jaw shattering it with disturbing ease as she hardly flinches as his limp form slides to the floor.

Proceeding forward she grabs the security officer by the wrist crushing his bones, forcing him to drop his weapon as well. A doctor rushes forward in shock demanding for her to leave but Tir'in is beyond any point of civilized response for her Lokvar though controlled is far too overpowering for such things. Slamming a fist into the woman's face she proceeds forward pausing only momentarily, grabbing the security guards gun on the floor before firing off a few shots as she soon relieves the rest of the security and medical staff of their duties.

Though they are trained and well equiped for such an event, this is unexpected. Due to the vulnerable timing and lack of prediction she has the upper hand; for the moment.

Nearing the man known as Risak she snarls in fury choosing to ignore him for the moment as her eyes fall onto the recovering Emperor and his wife. But the man is clever and standing between the bed and her he remains in place. She gives him a wicked smile as she laughs. </i>

Really do you think you stand a chance against the likes of me?

The man doesn't move his expression determined and stubborn. Amused by this and maybe subconciously a little respecting of his bravery she chooses not to end his life. Moving swiftly she resorts to her training once more as she slams her boots hard into the man's knees breaking them both, before hitting him firm in the neck, with her wrist. Rendering him not dead but temporarily unconcious which given his situation perhaps is a mercy.

Then with silence she approaches the bed and aims the gun to the Emperor's forehead, her eyes narrowing to slits as she whispers in the dialect of traditional Dar.

Now we end this, once and for all.

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