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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/29/2017 5:13:09 AM
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Kiyala simply sighed, staring at the skies of the Imperial Sector in front of her.
“For a part of my conscious, you do seem adamant about me...why is that? What makes me so...special from the rest?” She asked Aeron, staring at the stars glowing in the city.
“And why do you try to destroy a place when you could simply control it? Never drains resources, and simply just allows for you to create more people...”
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[b]He chuckled[/b] [i]You see, you are not special in the slightest. No one is. You're simply a more... vital piece in the game. What you become is something that will change everything.[/i] [b]A flash of pain would course through Kiyala, and her nose would bleed a little[/b] [i]As for the latter question, why hold a planet when it has no value? People are easy to come by, and can be turned quickly. Hm. That reminds me, why do you think I haven't ever been betrayed?[/i]
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She covered the nose bleed up, panicking for a little bit. "Says the person who thinks there aren't people more powerful than him." She had told Aeron. "There's always going to people more powerful than any person."
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[i]There may be. But for now, you are stuck with me...[/i] [b]A great pain flashed through her head, accompanied with fragmented images of future events. A city burning, a planet dying, and something stranger. Someone in a metal mask orchestrating the first wave, the initial army that acted as a spearhead for the real thing. It seemed... familiar in a way. Wait, that couldn't be right. She hadn't seen them before, except at a brief encounter in an initial meeting...[/b] [b]The pain faded, and she was able to refocus[/b] [i]Hmm. Whatever thing is in your head is good at stopping me from doing anything to you. Luck is on your side my friend. But time... time always rots everything. Eventually Kiyala will come to an end, and a new person will be born from the ruins and the ash. One way or another[/i]
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She mostly breathed a bit more hard due to the recollection of unknown events. “Then I’m guessing you also forgot that people could change time? Or are you so confident in your abilities to worry about any of it?”
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Edited by Wheatley: 10/30/2017 2:33:53 AM[i]Hm. Maybe. But if that were the case, how come it's already happened? Here. You'll see what I mean, just wait...[/i] [b]And then there was a knock at the door...[/b] [spoiler]Someone associated with Aeron coming to see her. May lead to a sort of, adventure, if you so choose[/spoiler]
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She looked back to the door. “It’s open.” Was her response.
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Edited by Wheatley: 11/1/2017 10:10:58 PM[b]A stormtrooper guard walked in quickly[/b] "Ma'am. There's someone here to..." [b]He was cut off by the gunshot that rang from behind him, the trooper's body falling onto the ground. Behind him stood a man in a nice suit and fedora, a gun at his side. He gestured, the door closing and locking so that no one could intervene. Even though he was important, she couldn't really tell what he looked like... And then he pointed it at her[/b] "Listen. Listen very carefully to the words I'm saying. If you try anything, I'll make sure we level this entire goddamn city before you can even blink. Is that clear?"
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She pointed her D-12 blaster at him, her wearing black jeans, and a black hoodie, seemingly almost like she didn’t look like the leader of an Imperial Remnant. She sighed, blaster still raised at him. “...Fine.” She had said, lowering the blaster.
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Edited by Wheatley: 11/2/2017 7:23:04 PM"Good. My superior wishes to see you, and would rather see you alive and unharmed. Of course, things can't always go our way..." [b]He laughed[/b] "All you have to do is exactly what I say. There will be a passenger ship arriving in exactly three minutes. When it does, let it dock. You will accompany me down there and board it, and we shall take it up to the command ship we have stationed on the other side of the planet. From there, it's up to them to decide what they do with you. Keep in mind that if you fail to do this, I cannot promise the safety of your Empire..." [spoiler]Option One: Obey and do as he says, but at the risk Kiyala will not be able to unsee/forget the things that will happen. More wear on her as a character... Option Two: Refuse and shoot him, at the consequence of a full-blown assault against the city Up to you. Really just your preference. The first one is very weird and fun for me. The second... well... that's self-explanatory[/spoiler]
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She held the blaster steadily in her hands, ready to shoot if necessary. She finally slowly lowered it, aggravated by what she was doing. “Fine.” She replied, waiting for the shuttle to come.
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[b]The shuttled arrived, and would be authorized by Kiyala to land in Hanger Bay 12. She would then accompany the strange man down to it, and would've encountered one of Aeron's ships. It was small, but large enough to hold at least twenty passengers. It's hidden door was open, being guarded by two sentries. The man gestured for her to enter...[/b] "Go on inside, if you would."
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She begrudgingly walked into the shuttle, Stormtroopers seemingly not aware of the deal that was made.
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Edited by Wheatley: 11/5/2017 1:34:36 AM[b]The door closed as the rest entered, leaving the ship illuminated by the dullest of orange light coming from the floor...[/b] "Neutralize the subject, now." [b]Something blunt hit her head, and everything went to black...[/b] ------------------------------------- [url=http://example.com]Unknown Amount of Time Later, Unknown location[/url] [b]She would awake in a cold, stone cell, light shining from the tiny barred window that cells usually seem to have. She was bound in dull grey chains and stripped of her weapons. But where was she exactly? There were footsteps, and the wooden door opened with a creak. A stranger in a metal mask walked into the room, and towards her...[/b] "Your awake. Good." [b]The voice was distorted, but seemed almost, feminine. The way they carried themselves was...strange. Almost similar to Kiyala...[/b] [b]But how? Were they some sort of commander officer? Whatever this was, it wasn't right. Not in the slightest...[/b]
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“F*** me.” Was her reply, looking around the cell. Touching its walls, anything. She went through her personnel for her D-12, or anything in particular that she had, before looking up to this unknown female...thing. “Who...are you?” She asked.
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[b]They didn't respond, instead simply moving closer to her. They put a hand to her face, inspecting her. It stared at her through the mask, emanating a look of either sadness and misery, or anger and delusion...[/b] [i]Witness.[/i] [b]That was what it seemed to say, although she couldn't be sure. It moved away and closed the door, as Kiyala would once again fade out of consciousness...[/b] [spoiler]She doesn't have her gear, but she'll be able to get it back[/spoiler] ------------------------------------- [url=http://example.com]Unknown Amount of Time Later...[/url] [b]She woke up again, this time with her chains broken and the cell door wide open. They had been so cautious before, why not now?[/b]
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She slowly got up, looking around her for any type of tricks. "This is another one of those dreams, isn't it?" She thought to herself, putting her hood off and began walking out the door, cautious should anything happen.
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Edited by Wheatley: 11/6/2017 2:24:39 AM[b]There was nothing but an empty hallway, cold and ruined with winter. There were, people. Sporadic as they were. They were twitching, fading from color to grey then back again. Where the -blam!- was she?[/b] "Welcome home, Kiyala. You Traitor. And False Leader of a Dying Empire. Come find me." [b]A voice said, vile and made of merely the wisping winds of the winter air. Each word echoed across the hall in an ominous tone...[/b]
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She ignored it, pushing through the hallway toward the other side of the door.
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"You will die here. You know that. There is nothing you can do to delay the inevitable..." [b]Down the hall, she saw some sort of metallic... thing. It was like a person, but bird-like and made of clockwork. The small white lights that it had for eyes turned to her, and began to glow red. It let out a piercing screech, and lit up in grey-ish white energy is it lifted into the air. Those people that were twitching between dimensions suddenly stabilized, and it was reveled what they were. Imperials. But how?[/b] [b]They looked at her almost lazily, as if they were living corpses that couldn't feel. They raised their weapons, and fired...[/b]
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...Right before a voice erupted, temporarily destroying such image. [i]”You fail to understand what you’ve put into motion, Aeron Tenebrae.” [/i] She tried ignoring both things again, as a red glowing shield laid the bolts in mid-air, as the environment reverted back to what was before the voice.
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Edited by Wheatley: 11/6/2017 6:53:07 PM"I am not Aeron. Aeron abandoned this place long ago..." [b]A wave of... something shattered the shield and made Kiyala (or whatever she would be considered as at that point) stumble. It was accompanied by a ring the pierced the area and left her vision lingering with white-ish grey colors[/b] "YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TO THIS PLACE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA MUCH YOU HAVE MADE US SUFFER." [b]Her nose bleed, and for some reason her "powers" were being... contained. She was merely Kiyala now, at least for the moment. The only thing that would make sense was if the place was equipped with some sort of quantum siphon...[/b] [spoiler]The voice speaking is not Aeron, rather, a twisted version of the voice of the one who wore that mask...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]OH...that makes more sense. BTW, Kiyala still Dosen’t know she has powers yet. Nor have they been unleashed...yet.[/spoiler] She proceeded to cover up the nosebleed, trying to cover up her nose. [i]”She is not to blame...she is merely the catalyst for every living being’s destruction. Similar to you, a simple pawn in the master game...” [/i] That echoey voice continued, although nothing would happen this time.
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"No. I am the remnants of a world you and Kiyala left behind." [b]This place didn't seem... right, exactly. The air was poisoned in darkness, bleakness, and sorrow. The energy that made this place this way was both extremely foreign and natural at the same time. This was a result of something else, that's for sure...[/b] [b]Kiyala (or whatever this thing was) would exit the hallway and head upstairs. This would eventually lead to another hallway, this time with windows. Some of them were intact, others were completely missing their windowpane. It was those in which the cold air blew in, along with a faint, mechanical screech of... something that flew far below them. But how? If one were to look outside, they would see that the old building was very far up. So far up, in fact, that you could only see the top of the huge grey mountain it was anchored to. They were, quite literally, in the clouds...[/b] [spoiler]Looks like we're not on Tatakai anymore...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Looks like it to me.[/spoiler] The echoey voice temporarily took a break, letting Kiyala look outside the windows. Based on her face, this unknown being would have no clue about her untapped potential, nor of what she had done in previous timelines. “Where are we?” She asked.
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"This was my home Kiyala. Now there's nothing but ruin. You and what you bear did this to us. To me." [b]The voice said. This was a truly horrible place, and something wrong happened long ago...[/b] [b]Suddenly, there was a screech, and the entire wall exploded inward. There was some sort of mechanical creature out side, peering in with its eye. It shone in, searched, and seemed to pull away...[/b] [spoiler]There's a room that has some gear in it down the hall, head there...[/spoiler]
