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7/16/2025, 4:25:26 AM
As you are almost among the figures robed in darkness, they break the feigned conversation to turn upon you. Like a wall of shadow between stars, they block your passage. The conflict has begun; you are locked in, and there is no escape. You see faces in the hoods from this distance, your friend Thang is there. On his face is a hateful smirk, above his mouth is the robotic prosthetic nose that hides the grizzly disfiguration you have inflicted upon him. He is already exacting out his revenge in his mind. Besides Thang is Murl, Halaben and others of your classmates, ones that are offended at but nothing but your success.
Long, grey blades appear from cloaks in unison; light catches on the reflective blades, causing them to shine in the lamplight. They are a simulacrum of the training blades that you are so used to after your long months upon this world, but there is a difference, their edges are sharpened to the point where razors would be jealous. Each of your eight assailants takes a different stance, displaying the range of your lessons Thane has imparted upon you. Despite your excellence, this would be a death sentence if not for the dark side telling you that a great moment is approaching.
One hand whips out from the patchwork cloak, throwing Yira’s grenade at the mass. Before they can react, the sphere propelled by both your physical strength and the Force strikes the central figure. Sealing your eyes shut, a deafening sound explodes out, battering your ears. Although your eyes are veiled by your eyelids, the flash from the explosion is enough for you to see the brightness through the solid barrier. Now you open your eyes again, and the group of eight are all in recoil from the light and the sound. Trying to use their hands and arms to defend from the strike that has already struck true.
A finger hovers over the vibroknife’s trigger, ready to bring the device to life. With a press, it activates. The harmonic resonance that gifts the blade such shearing power activates and produces a slight hum that doesn’t reach your damaged ears. The tiny yet potent vibration oscillating the blade gives it the ability to cleave flesh and bone as if they were paper. On the way out of your robe, your weapon slices through the black fabric that attempts to cling to it as if it was trying to hold the weapon back.
Long, grey blades appear from cloaks in unison; light catches on the reflective blades, causing them to shine in the lamplight. They are a simulacrum of the training blades that you are so used to after your long months upon this world, but there is a difference, their edges are sharpened to the point where razors would be jealous. Each of your eight assailants takes a different stance, displaying the range of your lessons Thane has imparted upon you. Despite your excellence, this would be a death sentence if not for the dark side telling you that a great moment is approaching.
One hand whips out from the patchwork cloak, throwing Yira’s grenade at the mass. Before they can react, the sphere propelled by both your physical strength and the Force strikes the central figure. Sealing your eyes shut, a deafening sound explodes out, battering your ears. Although your eyes are veiled by your eyelids, the flash from the explosion is enough for you to see the brightness through the solid barrier. Now you open your eyes again, and the group of eight are all in recoil from the light and the sound. Trying to use their hands and arms to defend from the strike that has already struck true.
A finger hovers over the vibroknife’s trigger, ready to bring the device to life. With a press, it activates. The harmonic resonance that gifts the blade such shearing power activates and produces a slight hum that doesn’t reach your damaged ears. The tiny yet potent vibration oscillating the blade gives it the ability to cleave flesh and bone as if they were paper. On the way out of your robe, your weapon slices through the black fabric that attempts to cling to it as if it was trying to hold the weapon back.
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