02-22-2017, 10:17 PM
Still following the Primes to the Gates of what seemed to go right back to Coruscant, Morene watched as they slowly stepped in. The huntress sighed, not in the mood at all to pick up her pace. In the few short minutes that followed, Morene had stopped ripping wires from her wrists to pull herself forward, finding it too tiring for the laziness she felt at the current moment.
Wasn't exactly healthy of her, no, but the woman never did like to backtrack. Either way, Morene continued to check her flanks instinctively, not expecting to find anybody or anything tailing her whatsoever in this plane of white nothingness. A few vague blobs of color moved around here and there behind her; Primes coming out of the fountain for the first time as she did recently. The way this realm was organized and how it enforced it's rules was still a strange concept to Morene.
Of course, Morene didn't expect to find anything coming at her from behind, but she certainly didn't expect anything coming at her from the front. Emerging from the Gates of Coruscant miles off in the distance, the huntress had watched as what she assumed to be a Prime crawl out onto the floor. Perhaps it was just short, but whatever it was, Morene noticed very quickly how it was closing in on her ever so slowly.
The woman continued to walk, hesitantly. Usually she'd walk to the side in a situation like this to see if she was being followed, but the environment that Morene found herself in didn't allow for it. Not as if she needed to confirm anything either; the figure presented itself as some sort of creature to Morene, dashing forwards on all fours. Faintly, she could hear loud snarling in the distance, seeming to echo along with the Nexus.
Morene squinted. A tiny, awkward smile widened on her face as she saw a few Stormtroopers coming out of the Gates, following the strange creature now heading towards the Prime.
This'll be an interesting change of plans, Morene thought.
Now that the weird, pale-skinned animal was in decent shooting range, Morene had taken her rifle out of the air like it was nothing, as she was used to back in her home lands. She was surprised for a second, but not long enough for the creature's loud growling and howling to become annoying. Not yet.
Aiming quickly, Morene flipped open her sights and ripped apart the cryptid's ankles in four quick bursts of lead, it's blood coming up in a strangely colored mist. Almost... black, or purple. A little bit of red in there too, but unhealthily dark. Morene was thankful that this wasn't just some insane human coming after her that she had to pump an entire magazine of bullets into. Putting her trust in the frantic guardsmen in white now looking at each other in tad confusion, the huntress lowered her weapon, however they did not.
As for the thing now writing in anger and frustration on the floor, Morene took her time closing the twenty or so meters between it and her, knowing it wasn't going anywhere. The thing was feisty however, seeing as Morene had to narrowly avoid a pair of strange looking claws slashing at her feet as soon as she got in melee range of whatever this weird anomaly was that she shot.
Unfortunately for it, Morene's two steel toed boots had already slammed down on the creature's strangely proportioned wrists, if you could even call them that.
A horrible screech filled the air, and the Stormtroopers quickly came forward upon hearing the sound. Of course, Morene didn't let the strange cryptid move other than annoyingly fast squirming as it tried to release itself from beneath her. Before taking her eyes off of it, she noticed it's... very weird looking face.
Well, weird to her. This would be pretty scary to the average person, Morene thought. Or hoped. The creature's face had three, twisted holes on what would be it's forehead, and both of it's cheeks. As if it were trying to form a symbol, these open pores didn't have what looked to be flesh beneath them; only a dark abyss, even in the presence of light. It was very oddly symmetrical, as if it was done on purpose. Done, implying this creature wasn't always like this, if the huntress had to guess.
Either way, Morene looked up at the two Stormtroopers approaching her, their weapons lowered now, knowing whatever this thing was, it was no longer a threat. Or, it would be, if the weirdo Prime looking at it mesmerized wasn't stomping on it's figurative fingers at the moment, almost literal fingers if it had any to speak of.
...
Silence.
"Um," one of the Stormtroopers uttered, "you... uh. Stand back, citizen, we'll take care of... this..."
Morene snorted almost immediately, though the two could barely hear it over the daemonic screeching. Adorable! He was so flustered.
The huntress couldn't blame him, though, whoever this man was. This was quite a strange sight to behold, and Morene figured if she stayed in this one spot any longer, she'd look like a loony. Quickly pulling out her shortsword from behind her back, the other Stormtrooper flinched as Morene stabbed directly into the perfectly artistically molded face of the creature beneath her, not a single sound coming out of it afterwards, only a very rancid smelling, pus-like substance.
Like a reasonable human being, Morene quickly hopped backwards in a bit of disgust. Awkwardly, she turned to both of the soldiers.
"So, you two know what this anomalous creature of the night could be identified as?" Morene asked, trying her best to give them a reason to talk.
Of course, they obliged. Getting to the point, albeit nervously at first, both Stormtroopers whom refused to identify themselves referred the Prime back to Coruscant, where strange events related to these creatures, varied in shapes in sizes, were popping up in remote locations around the Verse, and supposedly other places as well. With the 'exposition' out of the way, Morene thanked the two men, gave the Empire her regards knowing that she could trust them in her endeavors, and headed off to the city planet.
More specifically, headed off to the lab of Dr. Regal, whom the Stormtroopers vaguely referred to when asked about their knowledge of these strange creatures, telling Morene that the man would definitely have more information readily available about this rising problem that the Empire unfortunately couldn't take care of.
In Morene's head, the man looked sophisticated, yet worried. Not knowing how much that was true, she left the body of the melting Darkling and it's Darkchip behind her, knowing not of the danger she left behind.
Wasn't exactly healthy of her, no, but the woman never did like to backtrack. Either way, Morene continued to check her flanks instinctively, not expecting to find anybody or anything tailing her whatsoever in this plane of white nothingness. A few vague blobs of color moved around here and there behind her; Primes coming out of the fountain for the first time as she did recently. The way this realm was organized and how it enforced it's rules was still a strange concept to Morene.
Of course, Morene didn't expect to find anything coming at her from behind, but she certainly didn't expect anything coming at her from the front. Emerging from the Gates of Coruscant miles off in the distance, the huntress had watched as what she assumed to be a Prime crawl out onto the floor. Perhaps it was just short, but whatever it was, Morene noticed very quickly how it was closing in on her ever so slowly.
The woman continued to walk, hesitantly. Usually she'd walk to the side in a situation like this to see if she was being followed, but the environment that Morene found herself in didn't allow for it. Not as if she needed to confirm anything either; the figure presented itself as some sort of creature to Morene, dashing forwards on all fours. Faintly, she could hear loud snarling in the distance, seeming to echo along with the Nexus.
Morene squinted. A tiny, awkward smile widened on her face as she saw a few Stormtroopers coming out of the Gates, following the strange creature now heading towards the Prime.
This'll be an interesting change of plans, Morene thought.
Now that the weird, pale-skinned animal was in decent shooting range, Morene had taken her rifle out of the air like it was nothing, as she was used to back in her home lands. She was surprised for a second, but not long enough for the creature's loud growling and howling to become annoying. Not yet.
Aiming quickly, Morene flipped open her sights and ripped apart the cryptid's ankles in four quick bursts of lead, it's blood coming up in a strangely colored mist. Almost... black, or purple. A little bit of red in there too, but unhealthily dark. Morene was thankful that this wasn't just some insane human coming after her that she had to pump an entire magazine of bullets into. Putting her trust in the frantic guardsmen in white now looking at each other in tad confusion, the huntress lowered her weapon, however they did not.
As for the thing now writing in anger and frustration on the floor, Morene took her time closing the twenty or so meters between it and her, knowing it wasn't going anywhere. The thing was feisty however, seeing as Morene had to narrowly avoid a pair of strange looking claws slashing at her feet as soon as she got in melee range of whatever this weird anomaly was that she shot.
Unfortunately for it, Morene's two steel toed boots had already slammed down on the creature's strangely proportioned wrists, if you could even call them that.
A horrible screech filled the air, and the Stormtroopers quickly came forward upon hearing the sound. Of course, Morene didn't let the strange cryptid move other than annoyingly fast squirming as it tried to release itself from beneath her. Before taking her eyes off of it, she noticed it's... very weird looking face.
Well, weird to her. This would be pretty scary to the average person, Morene thought. Or hoped. The creature's face had three, twisted holes on what would be it's forehead, and both of it's cheeks. As if it were trying to form a symbol, these open pores didn't have what looked to be flesh beneath them; only a dark abyss, even in the presence of light. It was very oddly symmetrical, as if it was done on purpose. Done, implying this creature wasn't always like this, if the huntress had to guess.
Either way, Morene looked up at the two Stormtroopers approaching her, their weapons lowered now, knowing whatever this thing was, it was no longer a threat. Or, it would be, if the weirdo Prime looking at it mesmerized wasn't stomping on it's figurative fingers at the moment, almost literal fingers if it had any to speak of.
...
Silence.
"Um," one of the Stormtroopers uttered, "you... uh. Stand back, citizen, we'll take care of... this..."
Morene snorted almost immediately, though the two could barely hear it over the daemonic screeching. Adorable! He was so flustered.
The huntress couldn't blame him, though, whoever this man was. This was quite a strange sight to behold, and Morene figured if she stayed in this one spot any longer, she'd look like a loony. Quickly pulling out her shortsword from behind her back, the other Stormtrooper flinched as Morene stabbed directly into the perfectly artistically molded face of the creature beneath her, not a single sound coming out of it afterwards, only a very rancid smelling, pus-like substance.
Like a reasonable human being, Morene quickly hopped backwards in a bit of disgust. Awkwardly, she turned to both of the soldiers.
"So, you two know what this anomalous creature of the night could be identified as?" Morene asked, trying her best to give them a reason to talk.
Of course, they obliged. Getting to the point, albeit nervously at first, both Stormtroopers whom refused to identify themselves referred the Prime back to Coruscant, where strange events related to these creatures, varied in shapes in sizes, were popping up in remote locations around the Verse, and supposedly other places as well. With the 'exposition' out of the way, Morene thanked the two men, gave the Empire her regards knowing that she could trust them in her endeavors, and headed off to the city planet.
More specifically, headed off to the lab of Dr. Regal, whom the Stormtroopers vaguely referred to when asked about their knowledge of these strange creatures, telling Morene that the man would definitely have more information readily available about this rising problem that the Empire unfortunately couldn't take care of.
In Morene's head, the man looked sophisticated, yet worried. Not knowing how much that was true, she left the body of the melting Darkling and it's Darkchip behind her, knowing not of the danger she left behind.