>>5672188>>5672189>>5672192>Shien rolls...9, 12.The first sign of trouble appears when the warrior’s living staff doesn’t shear beneath your lightsaber.
Both of you seem surprised as your weapons lock. There’s a moment where he (judging by the musculature and dimorphism of the black armor) hesitates, and the features hidden behind the amorphous film seize in shock. But his weapon recovers first.
The staff shudders, abruptly losing its rigidity. The snakehead hisses and snaps, coiling <span class="mu-i">around the plasma blade</span> of your lightsaber like a whip. Its mouth opens wide to reveal two pairs of fangs, dripping with venom and aiming directly for your head.
<span class="mu-i">Oh, no you don’t!</span>
You jerk back out of instinct, throwing all of your weight into a pull that sends the alien flying backwards, up and into zero-G. Whatever means the creature had to resist a lightsaber doesn’t allow it to hold on as it slides up and off the length of the blade, its tail and rear half wrapped around its wielders arm. The momentum sends you tumbling forward, stumbling wildly until you’re able to latch onto a nearby support pillar.
As the alien pinwheels through the living quarters, Trykov rushes to recover B-33. He snaps off a suppressive volley, most of which turn harmlessly off the warrior’s black armor. It’s spinning too quickly for any real accuracy, twisting and trying to shield the exposed flesh of its head. A fairly obvious weakness in hindsight, but one that you won’t be hesitating to take advantage of.
Over the comm, you shout to B-33. “Hey, are you alright?!”
“This unit…requires maintenance,” its voice box synthesizes with a noticeable flange that indicates internal damage. “But data must be collected…unknown alien threat…”
Said alien threat lands on the ceiling. The flexible whip that the weapon had turned into suddenly stiffens, expanding back into a bow staff as the warrior drives it into the ceiling to arrest its movement. Bits of bone and blood come spraying out of the ceiling as the alien turns back to glare at the droid with a burning, baleful glare…
…then to you.
“Keep your eyes over here, ugly…”
You reach into the Force, aiming at the alien with the intent to rip him off the wall and bring him crashing sideways into the wall…
…only to frown as nothing happens.
<span class="mu-i">What the hell?</span>
But you don’t have time to ponder any further. The warrior pushes off from the ceiling, and flips right-side-up before it hits the floor running. Cursing up a storm, you rush to meet him halfway, both hands on your lightsaber and your thoughts racing a parsec per second.
(cont.)
