Space Opera

Stas smiled, he was correct, the darshan had directed him to the proper place and to the proper people. The Raum monk stood silently and nodded towards the pilot, “Let us depart then.” As he spoke he used an aspect of his darshan control to summon the cudgel that he had left at his original table.

That singular act of command and control of the darshan seemed to initiate a series of events, expected and clearly unwanted. The cudgel sailed towards the Raum, the tendrils of power could be felt, even if they weren’t visible to those with little or no attunement with the darshan.

In an instant the door of the tavern blew open, an imperial blue trooper stepped through, the grinning deaths head that comprised the helmet of the troopers caused those civilians in the tavern to scream in shock and unabashed fear. The heavy black weapons gleaming eerily in the muted light of the tavern, the harsh light from the outside flared and danced around the men as they stormed into the compact room.

A rasped voice, almost metallic in composition, erupted from the lead trooper, “Cease and submit to the authority of the Emperor!” The heavy assault rifle it carried swung downward slowly towards the group, as the second trooper entered; he pointed his rifle towards the barkeep.

Stas, never released the darshan, instead he increased his subtle control, as he did so the cudgel diverted its flight and raced towards the lead trooper. As it flashed across the short distance, the power of the darshan infused the weapon; it began to flare and flashed as plasma engulfed the weapon. A nanosecond later the plasma charged cudgel slammed into the lead trooper.

The impact slammed the trooper up and into the ones behind him, the discharge of plasma blazed and lit up the room in a terrifying display of colors and energy. That started a series of screams and cries, the heavy weapons of the troopers began to detonate, as the blue-green laser burst arced and flashed around the room.

Stas grunted as he mentally weaved the darshan to his will, creating a shimmer wall of plasma in front of the door, deflecting and containing the laser fire. A snarl erupted from the Raum as he focused again on the cudgel, drawing the plasma charged weapon to his outstretched hand, “Go…I can set the field to dissipate, but go before they get around us.”

Screaming in a combination of rage and fear, bhanous charged past the troopers nearest to the doors, a metal shod fist ramming into the soilders mid-section, eliciting a pained scream..and a wet gurgle as somthing inside him ruptured.."No thanks, im good!" he called as he fled the building.

X'Maurria growled unhappily as she headed towards the back door. She knew this particular conflict would be unwinnable, but she hated to back down from a fight. However, if she wanted to live to fight another day, escape was unavoidable. As she walked towards the back door, however, she turned towards one of the attacking soldiers and focused her Darshan on a point past his body protection, setting off an energy explosion inside his armor and grinning an evil grin as he screamed, frying inside his own armor as it contained the energy blast. "That never gets old," she thought to herself as the smoldering body of the soldier fell to the ground and she turned to leave.