Mags

Nal finally decided she ought to go check on the Chieftain. It had been a while since he had ordered her to do something ridiculous, and she was starting to get worried. He had periods where he ignored everyone due to his . . . condition, but never for this long. Technically, as a member of the scientific committee it wasn't her responsibility to check on him. That was his secretary's job, unfortunately Sho was absent minded at best. So she decided to visit him herself, just to make sure he was alright. Not that Nal cared for him much, but . . .Stars Around, they would fall apart if something happened to him. Madness was better then anarchy, she had to remind herself that often. Nal left the scientific studies building and stepped out onto the street. The Citadel was a short walk from here. Today seemed even dustier then normal, the streetlights highlighted the murky air around her making a dirty fog. The city was quiet at this time, most would be resting. Not that it was night, there was was no daylight cycle in the cold vacuum of space. Several grimy roads later and she was at the Citadel. It was nothing more than a blocky shadow in the darkness, illuminated only by distant street lights and the stars. It used to have lights that would set the delicate architecture on display, but the energy for those lights had been sacrificed for more important things. Nal hurried up the buildings stairs. She didn't trip in the darkness, if only because she had been here so many times. After passing through the front doors, which were only grand in her memory, she moved down a hallway that she knew led to Fiergid's office. A soft light came from the crack under his door; at least that meant he was here, right? She knocked, but didn't receive an answer, as usual. Nal pushed into the room, after a brief moment of indecision. "My lord?" "Here," Fiergid said. He was seated at his desk, books piled sloppily around him. The Chieftain had a radio, which was on, but not set to a channel, so it just made constant static. The only light in the room came from a lamp beside him, it left his face shrouded in shadow. "Um . . . I just wanted to check on you, its been a while since you spoke with anyone," Nal said. "Do you need to speak with me about something?" Fiergid asked. He began humming to himself, as if there were music coming from the radio only he could hear. "No- I just thought . . . I mean, are you alright?" His reply was a little delayed, as if he hadn't heard her at first. "Just fine," the Chieftain said. Fiergid turned his head to look at a different book, and the shadows on his face retreated. The Chieftain looked young for his sixties, but his white hair betrayed him. It contrasted starkly with his black skin. He had yellow eyes now. Nal swore they used to be a different color but she couldn't really remember. Nal opened her mouth to say something but she was interrupted. "Fiergid?" A woman's voice coming from the radio asked. The sound of it was barely coherent as it pushed through the static. "We Must Speak Again." The Chieftain looked at the radio, then at Nal. He narrowed his eyes at her; those yellow eyes looked like fire. "Get out," Fiergid said, his voice monotone. Terrified, Nal rushed out of the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SB: (first layer can be read by allies)

Cloud grumbled incoherently to himself. This Red Blade was so much stronger than the other one he had faced. The other one had . . . you know what? he wasn't gonna think about that right now. "Don't trust him Miss Witch," he couldn't think of anything else to say. They were thoroughly beat.

Cloud uses his saber in one hand to block the Siths attacks at him, with some difficulty. He tries to get his blaster in his other hand under their blades, so he can shoot Krarik in the stomach.

Cloud runs up to Krarik and tries to slash at him from behind with his lightsaber while he's distracted (being careful not to hurt Rukk).

"Spooky would be a better word for it," Cloud grunted. He decided to keep blasting the mist . . . maybe the sith would get annoyed by it and become physical to attack him or something.

Cloud had, to his own disappointment, frozen in battle. He hadn't done that in a long time. Threats, the imposing figure, the violence itself, weren't what had cause his mind to go blank. It was the Sith's blade. Bright red. He had seen one like it before. With some effort, he forced himself through the mental haze. It wasn't then. He was here now. Not then. He raised his blaster and fired five consecutive shots at the man.

"I would rather you not murder people either sooooo, I guess that means we can't be friends." Cloud said, igniting his lightsaber.

"Well of course, otherwise I wouldn't say stuff out loud," he said with a smile.

"The Witch."

"So I take that's what a 'sith' is." Cloud muttered to himself. He instinctively moved in front of Nayli, who seemed kind of scared.

Cloud gripped his lightsaber in one hand, and reached for the blaster at his belt with the other. "What is it? some kind of beast?"

House Tolls has been oddly quiet lately. SB (visible to allies)

I can play as a contestant, I also don't know how much time I'll have for this though

I'd play, though I've never read/seen the hunger games

" . . . cool with me."

Cloud sighed, he had almost gotten away. "I'll stay then."

Cloud glances at the others, uncertain. "Should I leave? wouldn't want your cult secrets to get leaked."

"Sure!"