05-17-2015, 10:18 AM
With a step forward, Nealaphh mentally lifted the three remaining men of Camelot into the air, and held them there. It took turns looking in to each of the men's eyes. They kept shouting what Nealaphh could only assume were attempts at apologies. With a slightly more focused thought, Nealaphh plucked their weapons out of their sheathes. It flung them thoughtlessly into the whirling chaos behind itself. With slow, deliberate movements it took a few steps towards the scout's mounts before forcefully flinging them through the air.
The soldiers landed noisily several dozen feet away. After a moment, they were able to gather their senses before fleeing towards the now very nearby horses. They mounted up as quickly as they could before fleeing off into the blank horizon. Nealaphh watched their diminishing silouhettes for a few moments before turning towards the dead Brass One. It looked down at its own bare body, and then as the dead man in his heavy armor. Nealaphh called an orb of omnilium into its hand for a brief instant before reclaiming it.
The Smiling One has given me the power of creation. It shall be his downfall; he will be bested at his own game. I wonder...
Nealaphh focused its thoughts on to The Brass One's armor, and it slowly began to dissolve into small, radiant particles. They coalesced in front of Nealaphh, and when the man had been entirely stripped of his attire, Nealaphh began to rework the raw orb of new omnilium.
About three minutes later, Nealaphh beheld its creation; a glimmering black coat, covered in twinkling filigree. By this time, the stormtroopers were arriving to the scene; two in total. Their large, brown metal bikes hovered silently once the pulled to a stop in front of Nealaphh, who was in the process of donning its new attire.
Initially, the two soldiers of the Empire approached peacefully, much as the men of Camelot had. When they spied the dead, naked body of The Brass One, however, they drew their black rifles and trained them on Nealaphh. The shadow looked up at the two, its eyes betraying no emotion. Did these fools also seek to carry it back to their masters like some onyx trophy? How droll.
"Don't move prime. Put your hands behind your head, and get on your knees." one of the troopers said, his voice crackling through the speakers of his helmet. Nealaphh would have scoffed it had been able to. Without so much as blinking, it turned to the left and began walking away, black robes shifting noiselessly as they swept along the ground.
"I said don't move! Get back here!" the stormtrooper shouted. He shouldered his blaster rifle and fired a warning shot that whizzed past Nealaphh's head. The shadow didn't even flinch as it kept moving. "...open fire!" the trooper shouted. He and his companion fired several rounds each at Nealaphh. The shadow hadn't been expecting this, but what was actually shocking about all of this was the sensation of pain. It had heard the feeling described, and it had seen the effects of pain on living beings...but to experience it first hand was one more horrifying experience to add to the growing list of things Nealaphh disliked about being alive. The shadow did not even have an allegory to compare the sensation to. It fell to the white ground, hands barely holding its torso up. Small streamers of smoke rose from holes in Nealaphh's robe, carrying with them the smell of burnt flesh.
The stormtroopers were perplexed that Nealaphh had not been killed outright by the rifle blasts; its appearence did not indicate a high degree of reslience. Regardless, the armor clad men approached Nealaphh slowly, their weapons aimed at him the whole time.
"Now don't move. We're taking you back to Coruscant for-" the trooper started, but he was suddenly cut off by a shout of dismay from his squad mate. He turned to look at his comrade, only to be greeted with the business end of his blaster rifle.
"Belren! Belren it's in my head! I can't...it's too strong!" said the other trooper. His entire body was shaking, and the air seemed to be vibrating on a low, subsonic frequency. Belren was about to respond when he too felt a spear of malice pierce his mind, wresting control of his physical movements. Belren strained against his own body, grunting as he brought his own rifle to bear against his ally.
"Padori! Focus! They trained us for this in the academy!"
"I know! There was never anything this strong though!"
"Fight it! Fight it!"
But it was no use, slowly and deliberately, the troopers pressed the barrels of their blasters against the other's head. They both shouted in defiance, trying to resist Nealaphh's influence, but the god-mind would not be denied. Nealaphh slowly rose to its feet, folding its hands into its robes. The shadow considered its options; either it could kill these two mortals and leave no witness of its escape, or, it could sift through their brains for helpful information of this place.
Do you yield? Nealaphh asked, keeping his distance from the pair.
"Yes! By the Emporer, yes!" shouted Belren. Padori also expressed his agreement. A moment passed, and the troopers suddenly found themselves able to control their bodies again.
I require information. You will give me what I need to know.
"Fine! Fine! What is it?" Padori asked, his tone retaining an edge of profound panic.
Remain still.
Nealaphh took another step towards Belren and began to pry into his thoughts. It saw this place, Coruscant. It saw several different verses, and how they were connected. It saw many things, enough to give it a basic understanding of this world and its ways. Satisfied, Nealaphh withdrew from the stormtroopers conscience.
Be on your way. Nealaphh said, casting its gaze towards the pair's speeders. The stormtroopers backed away slowly and seated themselves on the sleek machines. They cast one glance back at Nealaphh, only to see the shadow walking off in a new random direction. As the accelerated away from the fountain, the men spoke solemnly over their headsets.
"What was that thing?" Belren asked, swerving back towards the Coruscant gate. It took Padori several moments to respond.
"I don't know, I've never seen a prime quite like that. At least we know that it can be hurt. What do we tell command?"
"Everything. We tell them exactly what happened."
"You think the Emperor will be okay with us just running away?"
"It was a tactical retreat. We were already beaten."
"I suppose so."
The two stormtroopers rode in silence for the rest of their journey...
The soldiers landed noisily several dozen feet away. After a moment, they were able to gather their senses before fleeing towards the now very nearby horses. They mounted up as quickly as they could before fleeing off into the blank horizon. Nealaphh watched their diminishing silouhettes for a few moments before turning towards the dead Brass One. It looked down at its own bare body, and then as the dead man in his heavy armor. Nealaphh called an orb of omnilium into its hand for a brief instant before reclaiming it.
The Smiling One has given me the power of creation. It shall be his downfall; he will be bested at his own game. I wonder...
Nealaphh focused its thoughts on to The Brass One's armor, and it slowly began to dissolve into small, radiant particles. They coalesced in front of Nealaphh, and when the man had been entirely stripped of his attire, Nealaphh began to rework the raw orb of new omnilium.
About three minutes later, Nealaphh beheld its creation; a glimmering black coat, covered in twinkling filigree. By this time, the stormtroopers were arriving to the scene; two in total. Their large, brown metal bikes hovered silently once the pulled to a stop in front of Nealaphh, who was in the process of donning its new attire.
Initially, the two soldiers of the Empire approached peacefully, much as the men of Camelot had. When they spied the dead, naked body of The Brass One, however, they drew their black rifles and trained them on Nealaphh. The shadow looked up at the two, its eyes betraying no emotion. Did these fools also seek to carry it back to their masters like some onyx trophy? How droll.
"Don't move prime. Put your hands behind your head, and get on your knees." one of the troopers said, his voice crackling through the speakers of his helmet. Nealaphh would have scoffed it had been able to. Without so much as blinking, it turned to the left and began walking away, black robes shifting noiselessly as they swept along the ground.
"I said don't move! Get back here!" the stormtrooper shouted. He shouldered his blaster rifle and fired a warning shot that whizzed past Nealaphh's head. The shadow didn't even flinch as it kept moving. "...open fire!" the trooper shouted. He and his companion fired several rounds each at Nealaphh. The shadow hadn't been expecting this, but what was actually shocking about all of this was the sensation of pain. It had heard the feeling described, and it had seen the effects of pain on living beings...but to experience it first hand was one more horrifying experience to add to the growing list of things Nealaphh disliked about being alive. The shadow did not even have an allegory to compare the sensation to. It fell to the white ground, hands barely holding its torso up. Small streamers of smoke rose from holes in Nealaphh's robe, carrying with them the smell of burnt flesh.
The stormtroopers were perplexed that Nealaphh had not been killed outright by the rifle blasts; its appearence did not indicate a high degree of reslience. Regardless, the armor clad men approached Nealaphh slowly, their weapons aimed at him the whole time.
"Now don't move. We're taking you back to Coruscant for-" the trooper started, but he was suddenly cut off by a shout of dismay from his squad mate. He turned to look at his comrade, only to be greeted with the business end of his blaster rifle.
"Belren! Belren it's in my head! I can't...it's too strong!" said the other trooper. His entire body was shaking, and the air seemed to be vibrating on a low, subsonic frequency. Belren was about to respond when he too felt a spear of malice pierce his mind, wresting control of his physical movements. Belren strained against his own body, grunting as he brought his own rifle to bear against his ally.
"Padori! Focus! They trained us for this in the academy!"
"I know! There was never anything this strong though!"
"Fight it! Fight it!"
But it was no use, slowly and deliberately, the troopers pressed the barrels of their blasters against the other's head. They both shouted in defiance, trying to resist Nealaphh's influence, but the god-mind would not be denied. Nealaphh slowly rose to its feet, folding its hands into its robes. The shadow considered its options; either it could kill these two mortals and leave no witness of its escape, or, it could sift through their brains for helpful information of this place.
Do you yield? Nealaphh asked, keeping his distance from the pair.
"Yes! By the Emporer, yes!" shouted Belren. Padori also expressed his agreement. A moment passed, and the troopers suddenly found themselves able to control their bodies again.
I require information. You will give me what I need to know.
"Fine! Fine! What is it?" Padori asked, his tone retaining an edge of profound panic.
Remain still.
Nealaphh took another step towards Belren and began to pry into his thoughts. It saw this place, Coruscant. It saw several different verses, and how they were connected. It saw many things, enough to give it a basic understanding of this world and its ways. Satisfied, Nealaphh withdrew from the stormtroopers conscience.
Be on your way. Nealaphh said, casting its gaze towards the pair's speeders. The stormtroopers backed away slowly and seated themselves on the sleek machines. They cast one glance back at Nealaphh, only to see the shadow walking off in a new random direction. As the accelerated away from the fountain, the men spoke solemnly over their headsets.
"What was that thing?" Belren asked, swerving back towards the Coruscant gate. It took Padori several moments to respond.
"I don't know, I've never seen a prime quite like that. At least we know that it can be hurt. What do we tell command?"
"Everything. We tell them exactly what happened."
"You think the Emperor will be okay with us just running away?"
"It was a tactical retreat. We were already beaten."
"I suppose so."
The two stormtroopers rode in silence for the rest of their journey...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued