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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Zombs, we're all being nice and letting you have your indestructable evil being of pure horror...you should let others have their own quirks.  For instance, even though my powers stem directly from the Ellimist, I'm not going to give you any problems with "deflecting the andalite's attacks with ease."  Even though I consider that to be flirting with PG'ing, my powers are not something to be laughed off, but that's fine, I'm giving you a concession.  Please give others concessions in return.  If Parker detects something else, maybe he has greater powers coming from somewhere too.  Don't tell others how to play their chars please.  Parker has changed his gaming style and apologized for his earlier post...don't hold a grudge.  Thanks.    ))

[Chad32]

"I just dislike suicide, is all." Zoshonel said. "You were talking about killing yourself, and acted like that would be more helpful than being alive. I don't really know you, or understand what you're talking about, but suicide tends to be a terrible and useless thing. At least where I'm from."

[Terenia]

"Bull****," Ardiss answers Christine out loud, frustration making her more vocal than normal, "I want my ship back! And then, while we're at it, I want that brat of a human killed! I can't believe she stole my ship!"

[Chad32]

<Hey now! Part of the reason you're with me is to help improve your disposition. Trying to have your old host killed is a no no.> Christine said. Though she was starting to feel like Ardiss was ignoring her.

"Let me see what I can do about the ship. Kara getting killed is out of the question." Zoshonel said. He hailed Myitt. "Hey Myitt. Ardiss is interested in getting her ship back. You think we can have it before I make my jump into Z-Space?"

[Breekan1]

Seeing Keirdan head off, Breekan sighs. He hugs Shal very quickly. "I won't do anything stupider than you expect me to probably do plus one or two surprises, depending on circumstances. Please be safe." He pulls out his arm-mounted blaster and deploys his spikes. He leaves the unzipped hood ready for use in case he needs it, and exits the ship, immediately taking to the air.

As he flies over the battlefield, he looks down at the pandemonium below, cringing at the stink of the demon. "What've you figured out about this thing so far?" he cries down to the others as they battle, wracking his brain for anything that might be useful.

[Six]

((Okeday, fair enough, will post laterish maybe))
((hunt dittos))
((Also I'm not holding a grudge, if I was, it'd have been a very heated argument))

[Agent X]

A cry of triumph as she severed the limb! Suddenly, a small thing flew into her field of vision. It looked harmless... No wait that's a What the- DIVE! She hurled herself out of the way and rolled behind a table. Her eyes snapped towards the direction the grenade had come from. "HEY *SSHOLE!" she yelled in that general direction. "Maybe NEXT time you could yell 'Incoming!' before chucking exploding death at me," she snarled as she planned her next move, not really expecting that the Spartan would be able to hear her.  It was mostly rhetorical.

She watched the demon absorb the grenade, pull its own limb back onto itself, AND spew out a barrage of minions. "OH THAT'S SWELL YOU MORONS, STOP FEEDING IT TASTY BULLET-SNACKS," she yelled hopefully loud enough for her fellow fighters to hear as she leapt back into the fray, hacking at the closest nurgling. "Fracking snotmonsters."  She was way too busy to even notice Breekan or have a little chat about the fight with him.  Perhaps he heard her yell about the nutritious properties of bullets in regard to the creature.

Something was wrong. A weird feeling, a moment of numbness in her sword-arm. A tingling at the back of her brain. This wasn't the vodka. She slammed up her mental shields but the Thing was still probing at her. It was taking a lot of concentration to fight it off.  She wasn't exactly a fatalist, but she had a feeling that she wasn't going to be able to fight that off for much longer. You idiot. Serves you right to get all wasted and jump into a fight, she thought to herself.

((Apologies for X being a jerk. She does not work well with others. XD ))

[Darth Revan]

((No worries, Parker was too worried about the timing than your safety. It was deserved. Sadly, since he was hurling himself at its tail, I doubt he heard you. But Thor might've. ))

[Chad32]

"What you see is what you get, Breekan!" Temrash yelled as he rotated the gun back and forth, trying to kill what he could. "Try not to feed it anything with substance, like bullets! Try to overload the thing with energy!"

[Six]

((Chad, I hocked a ball of acid at Temrash, just so you know))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((I'm not trying to be a jerk, just trying to make everyone happy which is mostly impossible, but I'm a people pleaser.  ))

Ossanlin continues to fend off the mental attacks of the monster, probing, searching in the spare glimpses between attacks to see if he could find a weakness...anything ...that could be exploited.

<I think...I think...agh...it feeds...on energy...as..well.. .>  Ossanlin staggers back another step as the mental barrage continues.  <We...need....ugh... we need...to...banish it....we...we need...Mar!>  Ossanlin uses what little energy he can spare to send out a beacon through the timestream...one with Mar's energy signal, or at least the energy that Ossanlin had related with Mar.  If Mar was half as intelligent as Ossanlin expected...he would see it as a desperate call for help...which is exactly what Ossanlin meant it to be.

As the beacon goes out, he feels another sort of attack coming from the being...it was...subtle.  So subtle he almost missed its intent...this was dangerous...if Ossanlin left even a tiny hole in his defense, or if he lost too much energy, the demon would possibly obliterate his mind completely.  This was bad...if help didn't arrive soon...well Ossanlin had made peace with death, but stray thoughts of Alic danced through his head...he didn't want to die yet.

[Chad32]

(I missed that.)

<Spit ball!> Jagill yelled.

"Huh?" He said, and just barely dodged it. Some speckles made contact with his skin, and got on the machine. It burned, and made spots on the gun. "Dapsen. That doesn't feel good."

[Hunter]

((gah!... gotta post, but i cbf making one atm...))

[Six]

((@ Chad, thats K, doesnt mess up anyones plans much))
((@ Hunt, C'mon ya lazy Bast#rd! If you dont I'll hock another one at you!))

[Darth Revan]

((While you're waiting, you could respond to my attack on you. ))