The 'RIP' Detainment Dormitories: East Wing

Alarms rang through the complex. Power was cut to several secure areas in order to keep from being broken into. In the deep freeze zone however alarms rang shrill as something was waking up. Wind whipped at controls unseen. Doors broke apart. 'Find me master, Free me, master. Teach me!' The voice, it had to be a voice, was screaming now, mentally.

The closer Mor got, the more shrill the voice became, yet it remained focused, focused on freedom, there was no fear in the voice, there was nothing but the pure need for freedom. And a hatred had begun to brew within the heart of the frozen in carbonite woman. Hatred at those that froze her, hate for being betrayed by the Order.

The carbonite rippled. The slab of molten rock melted like ice before vaporizing into the open air. Choi would fall to her knees, likely vomiting, filthy sick with carbonite poisoning. She was blind, half-deaf and physically drained of all strength. An anti-empath frequency ran throughout the cell, targeting Choi's midichlorian symbiosis, weakening her force sensitivity. Worse still, was the mysterious assault on Choi's mind by some outside intruder. The telepathic attack struck directly at Choi's frontal cortex, impairing her ability to reason, focus or even think about anything specifically. She would find it unbearably difficult, if not outright impossible, to direct her force energies.

A pair of shiny black loafers tapped calmly around her body.

"My dear child..." a kind, warm voice whispered through her ears, the cooing words soaking directly into her brain, "...I hope you've enjoyed your stay at the Institution, but afraid it's time for you to check-out..."

Darkness would try and take her. A slight pain nuzzled into her chest. The sound of a whirring power-saw resounded somewhere in the black...

...but that was far away... too far to worry about...

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The Enforcers were giving no quarter to the invaders. Mor, Thorn, Rolak and his Shadow Warriors would be greeted by a battalion of fully-armored troops as they burst deeper into the facility. Aether rounds soared at them from every direction. Every new room they entered presented new mounted turrets to deal with. Anesthetic gas seeped through the vents. Sirens and radio chatter heralded the arrival of reinforcements. The RIP was on full lock-down.

Mor was happy to see that the forces of the RIP facility still had some fight to them. He was at first worried that it was only their bark that seemed terrible but when he met the forces that the enemy provided head on a twisted smile crept its way upon his facial features revealing the deep lines of the ritual marks he had left on his face years ago. "Yes, more, I demand more from you!" His voice raised higher as it echoed with the power of the force as it tore through everything before him with wicked energies. It was strong enough to knock back his enemies before him and flay the flesh from their bodies if they were so unlucky. It was with anticipation alone that made his quicken his pace from a casual walk to a full out run. His sabers he had out moved with him and also quickened creating a blurred image of many different colors. His sabers suddenly flew before him deflecting shots and trimming the barrels of turrets placed against him while simultaneously rending the arms and legs of the more heavily armored troops. It was like watching a saw cut through swine at a slaughter house. The Sith Emperor was also adeptly using his abilities to the fullest as at one point he simply came to a stop and lifted both of his hands up against the horde of enemies and a wave of lightning soared throughout the room electrocuting any who stood before him. "Bring me your all!"

'I am coming for you my child.'

Meanwhile the bulkhead of the Crimson Legion pressed onward and Commander Thorn smiled in triumph as he moved with great haste along with his guardians. "Get your asses inside and kill off any resistance that remains! Our Emperor awaits us men!" A few of the legionnaires began to set up a small turret system and began to mark targets on the tech screens while their ship began to make a pass over the facility. The pilot in the drop ship suddenly began to look down on what enemies remained just to send the information to the troops bellow so that they could make note of it quickly and efficiently. A small detachment of troops breached the door that their Emperor went through already and smirked as they saw Mor cutting through the defenses. "Everyone on the Emperor! Give him cover men!" One of the troopers shouted as they rushed forward with heavy blaster rifles in hand while jumping into the fray of combat.

What was that feeling.

Pain.

Yes. That was it, it flooded her mind as she fell from the Carbonite, slamming to her knees hard enough to shatter them as she vomited violently. She couldn't see, but she could hear. And her mind, pain. It was all she felt.

Pain in her mind.

Violent pain.

Pain, pain was one of the many roots of anger and hate. She hated certain people, the Order. They betrayed her. Those she had tried to slay for payment, money to get away, to find someplace to live with her memories, find the truth. No. Instead she was frozen. She hated being frozen.

Now she was free. But in pain. She hated pain.

She hated it.

The nshe felt it. Pain at her chest. She focused. using the pain to fuel her hatred and anger. Once bright brown eyes were now dead red fire. Fire of the Dark Side. Pure hate flowed from her eyes, though she was blinded. She knew exactly what do to. Using her hatred, she flung out with the Force. Fueled by her hate and anger. pure anger alone. Stress eat your heart out.

She thrust hard at what pressed at her as blackness came on. The pain at her chest she pushed at, first with her hand, then with the force when her hand felt pain. Refelxes needed work. She then focused again, through the pain, using it. Yes she was leaving, alive.

Wind swirled around her, black in color, red fire swirled with it. Burning of hate and anger built up while frozen in carbonite. And now pain ? No, this was not what she wanted. She was going to get what she wanted. She wanted out. Fueled my anger and hatred within her she wasted little time in ruining everything in the cell, and around it for several meters.

Finally, she was spent. Darkness overcame her, her eyes rolled into her head and she fell to the floor, barely breathing. bone thin. Yet, hatred burned within her.

The stranger stood silently, enduring the brunt of her force storm with ease. When her impressive (though futile) display was over, his dark shadow stooped over her once more...

She would awaken shortly thereafter, her cell trashed. There was no one in the room. There was not a scratch on her body.

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The Enforcers put up a valiant fight against the invaders, and were well equipped for the Sith warriors. Though a lightsaber could slice through just about any tangible material in the galaxy, the Enforcer's armor also came equipped with a potent energy shield that encompassed their frame. Whirring red laser-blades came crashing down on the troopers, easily swatting them aside from the brunt of the swing but unable to severe limbs or heads. Only by battering away at their shield reserves could they be killed entirely, otherwise they would only be incapacitated.

Still, the Sith were making marks. Their force prowess proved to be their most effective weapon; lightsabers they could deal with, but the Enforcers had no way of counter-acting the raw power of the dark side. Whole squads flew like ragdolls against the walls of facility, groaning as they hit the ground, slumping voicelessly to the floor. The blasters, too, seemed to do their work, the successive laser bolts gradually penetrating their shields and melting chunks of their armor. The force lightning proved to be less effective, however, as the cuendillar capillaries in their armor easily absorbed the lethal concentrations of electricity.

"Grenade!" one of them shouted, tossing a frag into a mob of Shadow warriors near Mor. A barrage of aether rounds followed the ensuing explosion.

The Imperials seemed to have cleared a path down the hallway to Choi's cell. Try as the Enforcers might, they could not hold the doorway.

One of the Emperors Shadows was quick enough to act as the dark armored assassin called upon the force and shoved the grenade back at the enemy solders. The Sith Emperor continued his onslaught as his legionaries continued to open fire all the while more and more made their way into the RIP facility. "Show no mercy!" Mor shouted as he felt the force quiver from someone deep within, her power no less, and it made the sith lord want to control it even more. Quickly Mor brought his gaze over to several other troops just to lift them off from the ground and use them as projectiles against others while his sabers continued to do his dirty work.

Anodyne sprinted through the east wing to get back to the fighting, pieces of her jumpsuit torn from the fighting she had done before against the facility's attackers. They needed backup, Anodyne couldn't help but wonder why it hadn't come by now. They needed to hold The RIP with numbers and force.

They had to be a great wall.

But, it was crumbling before it could be fortified.

Anodyne slid into the hall where Choi's cell was, bringing her gaze up towards the attackers. She was one person, but she was powerful. More than enough to fight the small army, but one person couldn't be everywhere at once. They'd achieve their goal, they had the numbers to do it. Anodyne only hoped to slow them down until reinforcements arrived.

If they arrived.

It was the best she could do.

She drew her revolvers from their holsters on her armored torso, raising them up at the attackers. She was all out of grenades, but she'd find a way to keep the attackers from reaching their goal. She had to.

The grenade exploded midst a squad of troops. Energy shields rippled in the ensuing flames, plates of trinium-plasteel dented and charred.

"They're too many!" an Enforcer growled, holding his ground against the pressing tides. He pumped three aether rounds into the body of the nearest legionary before four successive blaster rounds knocked the rifle out of his hands and send him sprawling on his back. "...shit..." he groaned. His visor retracted and he spit warm blood into the concrete. His hand reached for the plasma pistol on his belt.

"Where the hell is our support?!"

Hawk looked down the hall as troops continued to flood into the fray the sith were pushing against them but this clearly was going to be a costly affair. Hawk lived on Terra and was starting to regret his decision he was going to have to ditch this armor set but if he was captured this would be a political nightmare for his wife.

He pushed those thoughts aside stuck toward the middle just out of the front lines. "Commander Thorn, This is Zen Hawk a mercenray and ex imperial officer I have something that might help us out here but I need you to have your guys stick back or their armor is going to get fried., Rolak you slime you better keep these things with those guards and not over here!" Hawk stated through a comm link.

Pulling out two Reverse-Polarity Pulse Grenades, He moved close up and rolled the grenades forward. There was a 10 second timer and if he timed the roll right they should go off right at in the midst of the rip troops front ranks.

Hopefully the effects of the grenade would be enough to knock out the sheilds and armor for long enough.

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Rolak smiled as he moved forward saber drawn he kept back force choking guards from within the ranks. He stopped when he got Hawks message. The mercenary had mentioned some of his weapons while they were off Terra. He focused on the orbs ready to use the force to keep them from being thrown back.

Hawk looked down the hall as troops continued to flood into the fray the sith were pushing against them but this clearly was going to be a costly affair. Hawk lived on Terra and was starting to regret his decision he was going to have to ditch this armor set but if he was captured this would be a political nightmare for his wife.

He pushed those thoughts aside stuck toward the middle just out of the front lines. "Commander Thorn, This is Zen Hawk a mercenray and ex imperial officer I have something that might help us out here but I need you to have your guys stick back or their armor is going to get fried., Rolak you slime you better keep these things with those guards and not over here!" Hawk stated through a comm link.

Pulling out two Reverse-Polarity Pulse Grenades, He moved close up and rolled the grenades forward. There was a 10 second timer and if he timed the roll right they should go off right at in the midst of the rip troops front ranks.

Hopefully the effects of the grenade would be enough to knock out the sheilds and armor for long enough.

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Rolak smiled as he moved forward saber drawn he kept back force choking guards from within the ranks. He stopped when he got Hawks message. The mercenary had mentioned some of his weapons while they were off Terra. He focused on the orbs ready to use the force to keep them from being thrown back.

Darth Mor, the new Sith Emperor, had never been more pleased in his entire life. The Sith continued his volleyed assault against the troops whose heavy shielding only kept them safe from a majority of his blows but did nothing for him to send them flying in all directions as he called upon the force to take hold of them and use them as living weapons to tossed at his enemies. "Thorn! Get my prize out of here! The rest of you fall back once we have acquired the sleeping Jedi!" It was not just a simple command but a forced infused order that gave his troops the rally they needed in order to fight even harder against their opposition. Mor was sure that the forces of Terra would never pose a problem for him once he had safely take what was rightfully his and his gleaming eyes only showed his prideful nature in full as he unleashed a volley of electricity that arched from his fingers while his sabers continue to make short work on the armored troopers.

Thorn and his men quickly set up their minor charges on the safety door that held their target and blew it wide open. "Lets get moving lady!" Thorn shouted as he tossed her a blaster pistol and a deactivated saber. The commander knew full well that even if this woman was not able to do much those would be the bare necessities she would need in order to survive this battle. "Listen up me! All of our troops on the target and the Emperor! Let no man or woman stand between us as we make back towards our safety area!"

The woman caught the saber and in an instant knew exactly what she was to do. The blaster pistol was tossed back. "Wont need it" She hissed. her eyes were still blinded it. But through the Force she was able to see clearly what she needed to see. And a blaster was not exactly what she had need of.

She stepped out of the cell she was once in. In the hall there was complete carnage. Activating the blade she struck at the nearest NPA enforcer. Marked in red on her vision. Those who came for her were marked in pale blue. Snapping the red blade to her left she struck solidly into the wall and power converter of the cellblock, destroying the anti-empath field system. Anything to lesson the pain that hammered in her head.

Now she could see much clearer. The one coming for her was marked in pale gold. Mor. Not only did the Force send for him, but he could set her free. Free of her pain, her past, her memories. She turned to her right, snapping up the blade she struck at a lock. Then wrenched the door it kept closed open. Inside was her gear. Turning off the blade she hooked it to her belt beside two more sabers. Both of them training weapons. She grabbed up her Force Pike and slid the thing into its place on her back. Then she closed the door and walk off. Heading towards freedom. And what it held for her.