Round 9
In the Cockpit of the Lightwing:
[Joan] Joan looks over to Are, tracking Bothis' non-perception. Her forehead furrows slightly. Then, she speaks calmly, without her usual edge. "I am needed elsewhere, Bothis. Can I entrust the helm and the Lightwing to you?"
[GM] The heap of alien makes a gesture that Joan and Are have come to recognize as a nod. "Bothiss is worthy of Shipsmistress' trust. Bothis will watch helm. No harm will come." He shifts out of the way to allow Blackhawk to exit the small cabin.
[Joan] The pilot nods sharply. She gestures with her head for Are to accompany her and leaves the cockpit -- heading for the quarters that she and Are share.
[GM] Are drifts after
Joan as if pulled in her wake, partially passing through Bothis.
The alien gives a bit of a shudder and glances around, then shrugs and
sits in the pilot's chair.
As the
two Jedi approach reach the access ladder, Are can feel the sense of the
Machshayfa grow stronger. Suddenly, the presence of the Machshayfa
flares brightly. Both Are and Joan notice it -- it seems to be coming
from almost directly below them.
To Joan
it is as if the Machshayfa suddenly appeared. Are has been vaguely
aware of the presence, but is now able to pinpoint it. Are can tell
that the Machshayfa's force signature seems to be mingled with his own.
[Joan] Joan turns dark eyes toward Are with the question in them. Did he feel that as well? A grim line shapes Joan's lips. "Like a kite to carrion," she murmurs. 'Your form first, or to battle once more?' The Jedi stops at the doorway to the cabin that she and Are share, but it's obvious that the signature belowdecks(?) is pulling at her attention.
[ARE] Are says to Joan,"I
believe Machshayfa is hiding within me, using me as location/source. Think
we should create "force harmony" stemming from me. Joan telepathy
this to Bif and whomever else can help, it may trap or exorcise him and
will assist us all in fighting him. It may
also make him puke, in a
Force sort of way...." With that Are will begin to activate force
harmony.
[Sandy] I will use a Force Point...
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In the Hangar:
[GM] As Sha Ahree and "John Ford" struggle with Are, Vritt hovers protectively over the unmoving form of Aeon. The other droid, R4-D9, wails in alarm and trundles quickly toward the cargo doors, near the crates where DT has taken up a defensive position.
Sha commits as much attention as he can to examining Are, while still maintaining a hold. While Are's scent is near normal, his thermal signature reads like a mis-tuned engine: too much heat in some areas, not enough in others.
"*Friend* Aeon?" Are spits at Sha. "If a tool does not work," he glances quickly at the approaching Bif, "it must be discarded."
Bif, still holding his own un-ignited lightsaber, attempts to deactivate Are's. As soon as his hand brushes Are, Are grins evilly. "While I am somewhat constrained in this body, I am not limited to its known abilities."
Suddenly, Bif and Sha's bodies are wracked with pain, spreading from their contact with Are to engulf them. Their muscles spasm in agony, unable to keep hold of Are.
Sha staggers back, only his immense strength keeping him on his feet. He weaves drunkenly, blinded by a pain unlike anything he has ever experienced.
Bif falls heavily to his knees, barely maintaining a grip on consciousness. The recognition of this sensation strikes almost as jarringly as the pain itself: this is the agony flung at the crew of the Lightwing by the Machshayfa, as the Jedi were fleeing Grand Moff Worsel's fleet. The puzzle pieces fall into place. Bif now knows why he sensed something amiss earlier. Somehow, Are's body has fallen under the influence of the Machshayfa.
As Bif falls and Sha stagger back, Wei Ping seizes her chance. She now has a
clear shot at the lightsaber, and she fires her blaster. Even as she fires, however, Are is moving, crouching to take a defensive stance. Wei Ping's shot goes high, scoring the underside of the Lightwing.
Are then moves to place Sha's bulk between him and Wei Ping, and swings the
lightsaber toward the stunned Barabel....[Sha] Grunting with the effort to stay on his feet, Sha realizes that without suprise he has little chance of winning in hand-to-hand combat with this non-Are person and tries to move away. He will attempt to dodge any incoming blow if possible, or block with his cybernetic arm if he must.
[Bif]While racked with pain, Bif spares a second for the incongruous thought "Shit, If I kill "Are" Joan will flay me". Nevertheless, He rides the pain and activates his lightsaber. While remaining on the ground he attempts to block/deflect the incoming blow to Sha. (To GM - If I am on the wrong side of Sha to block the blow then: I turn my lightsaber on and roll away.) Next round (gods willing) I am going to activate a force power.
[Wei Ping] If I have another shot without the other crew members being in the way, I will take it. If not, then I will move in and try to to disarm Are using Ksai Vort techniques.
[DT] The Celonese tech crouches behind the crates cursing under her breath. "Shit! Of all the fuckin' ... jeez! Why me?!?" She checks her blaster to make that it probably won't blow up in the next few shots. But as the wailing R4 trundles toward the cargo doors, the tech looks up with real concern in her face. "Oh, hey!" she calls out and darts over to the
Astromech (hopefully before it can reach the doors). "Oh man, little guy. What's
wrong? You okay?"
DT's voice is soft and concerned as she takes in the scratch/dent on the droid's casing, its state of alarm and anything else a perception roll will tell her :)
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