[Kallile]

Despite the sunny day, the ruins of the once beautiful cathedral still managed to have this gloomy feeling to it—as if the sunlight only made it smolder and rot away. There were occasional footsteps that would start and suddenly stop out of no where and with no one present to be making them. Or so it would seem. This dark, haunted place never ceased to be both foreboding and desolate—but a madhouse for the underground activities illegal to the rest of the world.  

How, then, the brightly dressed young lady came to be here was a mystery.

Human Form

In this dark atmosphere of danger she seemed to have no interest in the fact the bright purple corset and black and green laced mini-skirt might draw her a lot of unwanted attentions from some very unwanted and ill-meaning people. Looking only in her very late teens—perhaps so far as 20—the danger of this place had increased tenfold. She also didn’t seem to care that it looked like some crazed barber had hacked off the hair on the back of her head. The black strands stuck up and out in mismatched, spiked clumps while the rest of her hair lay paper-flat against her paler looking face.

Looking at the ruins through her lime tinted glasses, quirking a smirk.

Dark. Foreboding. Quiet. No company.

“Perfect.” The young lady almost purred, reclining herself against a wall as she watched the shadows dance across the ancient bricks. This was better than a day with her siblings could ever hope to be. Certainly better than being at the crowded homestead—the “Estate” as everyone else called it.

There was a rustling from around the corner and Madeline shifted her eyes to view a small, frail, and grungy looking cat that was carefully making its way through the ruins. It seemed almost as if it had seen a ghost—the pale yellow eyes looked almost empty. Madeline made a small “tsk” noise at it and the cat fled easily away.

“Nice locals—wonder where the axe murder’s hiding.” She chided to herself as she folded her netting covered hands behind her head and reclined out in the open for all to see. Nothing thus far seemed to phase her, nor did it seem like anything would. The only thing darker than this place was, perhaps, the attitude that this young woman put off.

As day began to shift into the early twilight hours, Madeline found herself still in the ruins, still reclining, and still just looking at the old, gothic architecture of what was left of this place. She was, truth be told, making notes for how to incorporate this exact scene into her bedroom. Something she was sure would win tons of approval from her father.

She glared darkly at this thought, slowly realizing that the ghostly footsteps that always seemed to be pacing around this place were becoming more solid. “So, there is a witching hour.” She mused, standing up slowly to take a peek at exactly what kind of people prowled around here.  

[3]

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii Ref
(Conept Art not owned to me. Possibly by LucasFilms?)
Appearance
(Reference appearance picture by Starwars.com)

Prudii wasn't sure why he was here.

Surveillance, they said. Check out the locals, they said. Well, he was tired of what 'they said.'

His time could be better spent tracking down a certain droid general with his brothers. But no. He'd been sent on constant recon missions because he was 'that good.' He felt a lot like his brother, Jaing. Jaing had complained to him quite a few times that he was tired of being sent on scouting missions. Prudii felt his pain. "I'm supposed to be the saboteur. You build 'em, I break 'em. Why can't I do that?" He growled under his breath, his scanner readouts showing no sign of anything more threatening than the occasional alley cat. “Osik. That’s what this is. Military osik.” He trudged through the nearly deserted ruins, keeping a careful eye on his biological life-form scanner. So far, he’d found a couple of hoodlums, an alley cat, a cave full of bats (That had not gone well. Prudii was still shuddering at having been completely engulfed in a black cloud of screeching fuzziness) a few crazy hobos, and a bunch of useless plant life.

There wasn’t anything here that was even remotely useful; so why then, had he been sent here?

“This is a serious misallocation of good military resources. I should be blowing up a droid factory, not fending off bats and hobos. Shab...When I get back to base, I’m asking for a transfer.” The frontlines might’ve been dangerous, but they sure as heck weren’t as boring as this was. Now he could see why Jaing constantly commed him to complain about how boring it was in Jawan. Of course, Jaing had also commed him recently and told him it wasn’t as boring as he thought (Prudii suspected he’d found a nice girl to keep him company) and that he was just fine where he was. “Yeah,” the man muttered to himself, before reaching up to remove his helmet. “We should all be so lucky.” He popped the seals and clipped the helmet to his belt, where it bounced against his hip as he walked. He pulled what looked like a small EMP scanner from a pouch on his belt, and starting typing in a code to activate the device. After a few moments, it began to whir quietly, and a soft beeping sound issued from the small light at the end.  

“Where, oh, where can you be?” he said aloud. Of course, he was referring to the plant they’d sent him here after. It was a small, but rare flowering plant that looked remarkably like a weed form only a short distance away. But it was said to be very useful in both antibiotics, and biochemical warfare. It cured just about anything the Seps could throw at them. Prudii supposed his mission wasn’t all that useless, but that didn’t make it anymore fun. The scanner made no more noise than the soft beeping, and Prudii sighed audibly as he rounded a turn...Only to come face to face with a very odd looking young woman. He stood there quietly, staring at her with slightly confused golden eyes, before tilting his head to look at the scanner. “Nope, none here either. Shab, I’ll never find it, will I?” He didn’t even seem concerned by the woman at all, and simply walked off a few feet from her. He stood with his back to her, staring down at the small device in his hand. “I hate plants,” he muttered aloud, before hanging his head in silent defeat.

[1]

[Kallile]

Madeline had no sooner began to turn the corner to see what all the footsteps were about than she was faced with a freak-show in armor. She eyed him with an unnerving level of no concern, looking him up and down as he stared at her. “You better look in the mirror before you judge, bub.” She’d seen the stare most of her life and knew, for the most part, exactly what it usually meant. She said in something like a snarl as he completely ignored her and walked around.

The talking to himself part hadn’t phased her much either, instead she seemed completely content to just walk away from the situation and let him keep talking to that little device he had. Folding her arms together she huffed a sigh. Well, this was nothing like the rumors she’d hea—

Her thoughts were cut short as a gnarled hand reached from around the corner and swiped her arm into it’s grasp. With a swift tug Madeline had disappeared from behind Prudii and was in the clutches of two rather homely looking men. The one who had grabbed her snagged her other wrist, holding both behind her as he did his best to stand to her side.

“Well?” One said, the one holding onto Madeline.

“Well what, Mac?” The other snarled, looking Madeline up and down with hungry eyes that made her want to gag.

“She’s the one who’s been sulking around all day. No one with her—think she’d fetch a fair price?”

It wasn’t as big of an industry here—but kidnappings did often happen to young women found all by themselves. No one had ever been recovered once they disappeared into the underground. Madeline knew all this very well, and for the time being kept her cool. She had to do some thinking—she certainly wasn’t going to get sold tonight.

The other shrugged to the one called Mac. “She’ll fetch fair, I recon. What about the suit?” He referred, of course, to Prudii. Mac shook his head. “No reaction, looking for plants—not people. No threat.”

Madeline, by this point, had heard enough. She smirked, seeming almost content with the her situation.

“You have no idea what a threat is, then.” She snarled.  Kicking swiftly, she found Mac’s one true weak spot and felt his hands quickly remove themselves from her wrists. She wasted no time in turning and running back around the corner—blowing past Prudii with a wicked smile on her face and almost a spring in her step.

The men, Mac looking crimpled, were close behind. Grungy hands grasping after her.

[4]

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii ignored the woman. He really didn’t seem to care what she said to him. To him, she was just another addition to the scenery, albeit, an addition that talked back to him. He shrugged to himself and kept searching, willing the stupid device to beep a little louder. As a commotion sounded behind him, Prudii turned slightly to stare over his shoulder. Looks like the strange little female had met a spot of trouble. But as he watched her take out the two men, he seemed to think she didn’t need his help. He went back to ignoring her, his head down as he stared at the device.

Prudii felt a wind ruffle his short hair a moment later, and he happened to look up just in tie to see the spikey haired woman shoot pass him, the men close behind her. He sighed heavily. Trust this to be the day he had to play rescuer. Without blinking an eye, he shifted his foot out to catch the second man as he ran past. The man stumbled and plowed face first into the dirt. He came up coughing and sputtering, cursing obscenities at Prudii as the Lieutenant slowly put the small scanner back in his belt pouch. “Well, well, well,” he said casually, strolling towards the downed man with his hands hooked into his belt.

His companion had finally noticed what was going on, and seemed to think it would be better to help his friend than the go after their prize. “What have we here?” The man on the ground tried to get up, but Prudii knocked him back down with a forceful boot to the stomach, his thumbs still casually hooked onto his belt. “You know, it’s rude to chase women like that. I don’t think they appreciate it. I’d be glad to give you some tips on dealing with members of the opposite gender.” He watched the man who had been chasing the strange woman carefully as he stepped forward. The man was eyeing Prudii with something akin to anger, his hands reaching for something at his belt. A knife, Prudii thought dully.

“Although,” the lieutenant continued. “I don’t think that it’d do much good. What with your rather charming looks and all. You must have the ladies swooning at your feet already.” As he said this, the man on the ground grabbed his ankle, while the man with the knife pulled his weapon and charged at him. Prudii managed to hop away on one foot, leaning back as he dodged the blow from the knife. His arm shot up, and he grabbed the man’s wrist. There was a loud pop, and the man howled as the knife fell into Prudii’s other outstretched hand.

The man on the ground stared up in horror, and seemed to have forgotten he was still holding Prudii’s boot (A stupid mistake, as he could've probably helped his friend if he wasn't so...Clueless). “If you’d kindly let go of my foot,” the Clone said calmly. “I’ll let go of your friend’s wrist...And I might leave his hand attatched to his arm while I’m at it.” He looked at the girl with a weary sigh. “You okay, lady? You need to be more careful. I don’t make this kind of thing a habit...It’s rather bothersome.” He didn’t even seem concerned about her welfare; he just looked annoyed and hassled.

[2]

[Kallile]

The sound of the armored mans voice drew Madeline to a stop, and she instantly had her arms folded again and stalked back to the squabbling trio. Well, two were squabbling, one was dominating. Her eyes were set, shoulders square, and her steps were heavy. All this put together made Madeline look exactly how she felt. She was ticked.

Stalking back to where she stood nearly beside the man on the ground. He looked up at her with terrified eyes and she quickly stomped on his arm with her heavy boot. He let out a yelp and she rocked her foot back and forth as if she was doing nothing more than snuffing a cigarette out.

The man quickly released Prudii’s boot, trying to writhe his way away from the oddly matched pair. Prudii still held to other man by his snapped wrist and Madeline did not so much as bat an eye at the actions. She didn’t care what he planned on doing to the guy and she didn’t care if the man later perished from rabid infection or something similar. The end result was something she couldn’t argue with. “Let’s see you find a fair price for a doctor.” She snarled at the man Prudii held, who only whimpered in response.

She looked to Prudii, leaning in to inspect him face as she pulled down her tinted glasses to look at him with her deep purple eyes. “Thanks, plant-boy. Consider us even.”

She turned to walk away, exactly back the way she had just run from. She was unwavering from the path she was going to take, no matter what might happen.

[5]

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii didn’t seem phased by the woman stomping on the man’s arm. He even seemed slightly amused. As soon as she stepped away, Prudii let the man stand up, but not before giving him a good kick in the shin. “Next time you decide to pick up on women, be sure they’re willing to leave with you first. I can imagine you wouldn’t want this to happen again.” He tossed the knife into the air like it was a child's toy, and caught it by the handle with an air of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. “Right?” He twisted the man’s wrist in his iron grip, and the man howled out loud, stomping his foot in agony as he tried to yank his broken appendage away from the insane, armored man. Prudii let go of the first man’s wrist, and it flopped down at an odd angle, clearly snapped in half.

The man looked on in terror as Prudii smiled darkly at him, before hauling his friend toward him with his good hand. Stumbling, the second man regained his composure and clutched his friend with wide, fearful eyes. “Off with you, you di’kutla chakaare. I don’t have time to mess around with you anymore. Your wasting my time. Now usen’ye, before I decide to break something a little more valuable than your wrist.” The two men fled quickly, escaping back the way they came as they stumbled over the fallen pieces of an ancient city. Prudii pocketed the knife, and wiped his hands of imaginary dust. “My name isn’t ‘plant-boy,’ Goth-chick. My name is Prudii. Got it? Maybe next time you should be a little more careful. Just because you act tough, doesn’t mean you are tough. And I won’t always be around to beat them off for you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his scanner, typing in the same code and activating it with a whirring click. The soft beeping started up again. “Sheesh. Crazy gothic women, always hanging around unsavory places. You’d think they’d learn? But no, they don‘t. They just prance about like it’s no big deal and they can take care of themselves. And then someone like me has to charge in and save their sorry shebs when they get picked up by some crazy hobos. Every time. I swear...One of these days, they‘ll grow a brain and save me a whole kriffing lot of trouble.” He threw up his free hand in an exasperated gesture, and slowly started off in the opposite direction. “And they even distracted me from finding that shabla plant. Idiots and women. Figures...” He snorted and leaned down to inspect a weed growing by a large boulder that might, at one time, have been part of a pillar. “Nope, not it.”

[3]

((-Giggles- I seriously love him. XD))

[Kallile]

Madeline was facing the direction she had intended to go. Face, yes. Walking, no. Her already bristled looking hair did well to mimic the nature of her general attitude at the given moment, listening to the stranger openly bad-mouthing what had just happened. Madeline, he may regret to find out, was not one to simply ‘let things go’ and ‘forgive and forget’. Oh, she’d do much better than that. She’s take revenge.

Turning on her heels, she stared at the white and blue armor clad man that was pacing away from her, all above her lime lenses. Her eyes seemed amaranthine and she clenched her fingers in a wave sort of motion. She’d make him eat those words, alright.

Her pace was quick, almost sounding like a jog as she stalked towards Prudii and tried to keep the snarl off her face. She reached out a netting covered face, fidgeted as if deciding between open palm or fist, and smacked the man who had just saved her across the back of his head.

“Care to say any of that to my face, Plant-Boy.” She snarled in dark, mocking tones. “For your information, I could have been just fine by now without your help. You just chose to step in like a good little soldier.” The snarl had not left her tone and she seemed unaffected by the notion that maybe this man was not above slicing her throat where she stood.

What did she care? No one ever actually saw much of her anyway—it’d take them weeks to miss her. “If you want to talk so big, why don’t you back it up some?”

[6]

((Madeline…is going to die in 3….2….1… x3))

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii hadn’t thought the woman would come back and...Smack him on the back of the head. He should’ve known when he heard footsteps coming towards him. When her hand made contact with his head, Prudii whirled around, the scanner forgotten as it was shoved back into one of his pockets. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, much like he had done with the first man. But unlike that situation, he did not snap it in half. “Listen you,” he said, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t care if you are a woman. I’m not above kicking your shebs into next week if you try that on me again. Understand?” He snorted, and pulled her towards him, so their faces were only a few inches apart. He glared into her purple eyes, not finding them as fascinating as some people might have. Right now, he was just ticked.

“I try to do a good deed, and the idiot that forced me to get involved by running past me whacks me in the back of the head. That’s gratitude for you. I guess they’re not raising kids like they used to. Anyone else would’ve thanked me and been on their way. Not smacked me in the back of the head and insulted me. Your the one who ran past me, your the one who got yourself into a kriffing giant load of trouble. If I had let them catch you, can you imagine what they would’ve done? Because I can. I’ve seen it all before. Little people who think they’re tough as nails, and then when push comes to shove, they fall short because they couldn’t deliver and end up being killed for their stupidity. You think you could’ve handled them? Fine. Let’s throw that knife of theirs into the equation.” He pulled it out of his belt pouch, and tossed it into the air, catching it by the handle without even looking at it.

“What would you have done if they’d pulled this on you?” In a split second, he had twisted her around, still holding her wrist and binding it behind her. “What would you have done if this had happened? Kicked them? Screamed? They wouldn’t have been above shutting you up...The hard way.” He pulled her closer to him, holding her wrist behind her back and preventing her from moving. “Next time you want to whack your savior upside the head, think about who it is your smacking. Because next time, I won’t be so nice.” He narrowed his eyes, and tugged lightly on her arm. “All you civvies are the same. Whiny little creatures. You need help, you subconsciously want it, and then when someone offers it, or saves your sorry shebs, you act all high and mighty, like you didn’t care if you were killed...or worse. But you know what? If you'd been killed or hurt, you would've cared. If this is how you treat people who help you, I’d hate to see how you treat your enemies.”

[4]

((He's mean...XD))

[Kallile]

Madeline didn’t struggle against him—honestly, what did he think was expected? That he was just going to stand there dumbfounded? Madeline knew better than that, she was somewhat prepared for his reaction. She sniveled up her upper lip when he pulled her close, sneering at him hatefully for a moment. She didn’t care what she had heard—right now this man was anything but handsome.

“You think I’m new here? I know what happens. And I’d rather condemn myself before I let fear of this place rule my mind, got it?” Her eyes (being as dark as they were) seemed lit up with inner anger at him for reasons not yet clearly pinpointed. They were practically smoldering.  And staring straight at him. She paid no attention to the knife he pulled out and no hint of fear or realization sparked in her eyes. Just dark, brooding, ticked off thoughts.

The world around her took a quick shift and the anger in her eyes only flared more. The wrist he was holding fisted subconsciously—what she wouldn’t give for a free swing at him. Soldier, or whatever he was, or not—he certainly wasn’t considered her savior at the moment.  “Didn’t know armor made all the blood rush to your ego, savior. And let’s set one record straight while we’re in the midst of being long winded. I. Don’t Scream.” The last was hissed at him. “You might as well get your suit out of that bunch you have it in—we’re just two people out here who don’t owe each other anything. Don’t act like I owe you something when I wasn’t asking.” She narrowed her eyes.

There was a moment where she struggled slightly in his grasp—having dubbed that it had been going on for too long. “Look, Romeo, if you wanna get close to someone go find yourself a bar. I’m not interested.”

In reality, she was wriggling herself lower to the ground, planning a bit of a counter attack. One she knew would not end well rather it worked or not. If the hobos didn’t get to finish her in the end, this guy was the next most likely candidate.

[7]

((Madeline’s not being her nicest either…guess we caught her in a bad mood. XD ))

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii was really getting ticked off. He had absolutely no love for civvies; especially ungrateful ones. He yanked harder on her arm, debating on whether or not to undo his hard work and just take her out himself. "Aren't you just the toughest little thing?" he sneered mockingly, twisting her wrist in his grasp. "You would care, trust me." He'd seen enough shattered souls and empty, lifeless eyes to know what happened to women after something like that; the Seps seemed to have a taste for destroying lives and leaving people to rot and fend for themselves. Yet, here this girl was, claming to have no fear for anything that could happen to her, when clearly, she didn't know exactly what she should be afraid of.

"You think your tough enough to survive something like that? When your soul is shattered, and you can't remember why you tried to stay alive in the first place, and everyone you know is dead and gone, or abandoned you, then I think you'll think twice about what your saying. You have no idea what people go through when they go through something like that. So stop pretending you do." He twisted her wrist sharper this time, his eyes narrowing into tiny, angry slits. "Really? You don't scream? Pity. If you did, I bet someone else would've heard you, helped you, and left me out of this heap of osik I call 'rescuing a snotty brat who can't even bring herself to appreciate what someone does for her'." He hooked one leg around hers, and twisted, pulling her arm back as he swept her legs out from under her.

"Maybe I think you do owe me," he said, then shoved her away from him, growling softly. "But I don't want you hanging around me and pretending like your gonna pay me back with anything but another slap to the head. Your just an ungrateful little witch who thinks they can take on the world, and honestly, I can't see why anyone would want you near them. You most definitely not the type I'd pick up at a bar; I prefer someone who actually has some semblance of kindness somewhere inside of them. And your not that person." He lowered his gaze to his belt, and pulled out his scanner. He pressed a button, and waited for the soft beeping to begin again. "Now if you'll excuse me...Why don't you go find someone else to bother?"

[5]

((He's just mean...-Smacks Prudii- Bejeezus, be nice, you crazy Null. His mouth just runs away with me, apparently. Don't take offense at his mean-ness.<3  He's just insane...And I have a feeling Maddi will get her revenge soon enough. XD))

[Kallile]

Madeline half heartedly listened to him. She’d seen only a handful of women who claimed to have had it happen, true, but that didn’t strike fear into her heart. She was beginning a retort when her world again spun and she found herself on the ground with an ‘oomph’. She blinked up at the sky, her jaw set angrily and her eyes sharp enough to cut even the clouds. Oh…that was it.

Hauling herself up, still only half listening to what he had been saying, Madeline stood there for a minute in self debate. Her anger with him was tenfold now—not because the he had thrown her on the ground, but because he had said something that sounded distinctly like what he father told her. She could feel herself bristling at the comment, not sure whether it would be worth it to beat her fists pointlessly into bloody messes on his armor or just walk away and forget this jerk had ever even met her. She looked at her fisted hands, deciding she liked this particular pair of netting gloves too much to mar them with her own blood.

“You know…” she snarled to him, grabbing the back of her hair and pulling it in frustration. “Forget you.”

“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you? Did that little scanner of yours tell you that because you’re too busy being ticked you don’t have time to do anything but wallow in self-pity? Let me tell you something…”

Her knuckles were white now, because her father’s image was in her head, only in Prudii’s place. “If I wanted another lecture about the person I am, I would have just stayed home tonight and saved us both the trouble. With a family who couldn’t give a rats tail what I’m doing, where I am, or what’s happening to me. So yeah…I’ll excuse you and see where else I can go. Anyone else here is bound to be more welcoming than your smiling face. You and Obi both. But mark my words, I will not bend to the will of you or my father because the person I am isn’t the person you’d like me to be. I refuse to be yet another shell of a person just to fit in—forgive me for being true to myself. Maybe it’s you who doesn’t have the personality here—if we’re playing the snap judgment game.”

She tore the glasses away from her face and shoved them into her hair just before the hidden purple band that rested there as well. “Thanks, Prudii, for the lovely evening. Oh, and thanks for helping to prove that every man thinks and reacts exactly like my father…that gives me so much to look forward too for the rest of my life.”

She turned on her heels, huffed one last time, and began stalking off angrily. Why, of all days, did the world pick today to smite and belittle her?

[8]

((Oh, biggest insult Maddi can give. XD The ole “you’re just like my father” card. ))

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii seemed content to ignore Madeline. She was all bluster, a woman who was too afraid to get into a real tussle with anyone. Especially him. But he didn’t blame her. He’d find himself pretty intimidating if he was in hr position. Plus, he had armor. It wasn’t as if he could really be hurt by anything she did. “I don’t wallow in self-pity,” he said absently, still staring at his scanner. Ws that beep louder than the last, or was it his imagination? Maybe he was getting closer. He stepped to the left, and held the scanner up a bit to peer at the screen. “Hm...No, maybe I was only seeing things,” he muttered, clearly not concerned with her. He took a few more steps. He sighed heavily as her voice cut into his thoughts, and drowned out the beeping sound.

“Look, lady. I couldn’t give a Mott’s backside what your family thinks of you. It’s your unfortunate problem that they don’t like you, not mine. If you ask me, I’m not the one wallowing in self-pity; you are. Seems like your so hung up on what daddy says, that you project everything he feels about you onto other people, and convince yourself they feel the same way he does. Frankly, I don’t care what he says...Don’t compare me to some lame excuse for a father who doesn’t even see his daughter for who she really is. I don’t like it.” He lifted his head finally, and stared at her, growling out of the corner of his mouth. He resisted the urge to just take her out and be done with her. But killing her probably wouldn’t solve any of his problems. In the meantime, she seemed like she was heading off.

As he turned to see her go, the beeping on his scanner got a little louder. “Your kidding me,” he snarled, and started off in her direction, following behind her. The beeping indicated that the plant was somewhere in this direction...Unfortunately, the same one she was taking. His long strides let him walk right past her, before the beeping suddenly ceased, and he came up short, stopping so abruptly in front of her, it would’ve been hard for her to avoid him. Now his scanner showed something else was in the area...Something he definitely had not wanted to see. Whirling around, he grabbed Madeline by her upper arm, and hauled her with him behind a large pillar. He carefully placed the scanner in one his pouches, and put his helmet back on, growling under his breath as he pulled his blaster from it’s holster at his hip.

“Look, girl, I know you don’t like me,” he murmured. “But if you don’t stay quiet now, we’ll both be toast." As he said this, a small platoon of what looked like humanoid robots marched around the corner of a particularly large bit of ruins. There were about five in all, and the small party was led by one in particular. “Shab...This is not my day.”

[6]

((Cheesy, I know. XD Had to think of someway to keep them together, because Prudii would’ve walked off too.  So, Super Battle Droids...Here’s an article on them. I couldn’t think of anything else he might have to deal with that would seem plausible. Droids in Evelon?! Oh Noes! XD Yeah...This post sucked.
http://www.starwars.com/databank/droid/ ... index.html.))

[Kallile]

Madeline was still fuming, wishing that the fight was on equal footing. She expressed herself best through written words, not spoken. Unfortunately there wasn’t time to write an angry ballad to this Prudii guy and have her glaring face there to back it up. She glowered ahead of her into the growing darkness—brooding like she had never brooded before.

How dare he speak to her like that—how dare he wear armor that would only make her attack attempts hurt her. How dare he have a bigger mouth than her, while she was at it. Then, adding insult to injury, he had the nerve to pass her on her way to leave. Her face snarled up unbecomingly, she was about to say something when he stopped. Unfortunately, that also meant that Madeline stopped dead in her tracks, running squarely into him. She wasn’t even sure she’d made him move. Her hand was reaching up to grab the only part of his armor that was open—the part around his neck. Her arm was grabbed instead, and Madeline found herself whisked away behind a pillar.

She stood there for a moment in hiding with him, blinking at him with irritated disbelief. “Madeline.” She snapped at him in a hushed whisper, “And have you lost your freaking mind!?”

That was when the things Prudii had seen moved. Madeline looked at the unearthly things—if they had been there the whole time, she had assumed them to be part of the ruins with the light just dim enough not to cast light onto their metal bodies. She stared at them, still glowering darkly, for a few minutes before she turned her head back to Prudii.

Without her glasses to obstruct her eyes, they were flashing with something else—not exactly the solely focused anger as earlier. But it wasn’t panic, either. Something, perhaps, like determination.

Call it poor luck that her father and brothers were of the gamer variety and bizarre things like this appearing in creepy places were common place for most of their shoot-em-up games. The fact that it was real was perhaps what had Madeline so focused and unusually calm…for a civilian. She didn’t know what they were or what they could do, but she did know that there were no extra lives she could rely on. Oddly enough, that was just fine with her. “Not mine either, but whatever…what’s the plan?”


[9]

((No it didn't--it actually introduced me to a whole new side of Madeline I didn't know existed. XD ))

[MillietheWarrior]

Prudii kept his eyes on the droids as they advanced with an almost united, heavy ‘clank-clank’ that was so distinct to the ‘Super’ models. He shifted to get back behind the pillar, not wanting to risk them catching sight of him. His gaze danced down to Madeline, though she probably wouldn’t have known it. His face was hidden behind his helmet, and he found himself grimacing with annoyance as he realized he’d have to watch her, and fight the shabla droids off.

“Perfect,” he mumbled, sliding down along the pillar to land in a rough sitting position. He fumbled around to reach for the blaster in his other holster, and pulled it out. He inspected it, making sure it was prepped and fully charged before tentatively handing it to Madeline. “Don’t use that thing on me,” he warned, his voice clearly displaying his hesitance to trust her with the weapon.

“You should be able to use it...fairly effectively. Just aim, and shoot. Make sure you hit those...Little head things on top of their bodies. Or somewhere on their chests. That’s one of the most effective ways to take ‘em out.” He sighed heavily. “You stay here. If they haven’t detected us yet, chances are, they aren’t close enough. But they will. And when that happens, they’ll most likely forget about you, and go after me. Your not much of a threat, after all.” He clearly didn’t see her as an equal where combat was concerned.  He opened his mouth to say something, when the sounds of metallic voices cut him off. He turned his head slightly, not willing to peek around the pillar.

“What is it, 36?” one of the droids asked the leader. The larger one in the front stepped forward, and if Prudii could have guessed, he would’ve said it sounded confused. “Picking up multiple life signs from this area.” The one who had asked the question stepped forward, it’s gears creaking and groaning. “Hostile?” The first one tapped it’s arm, and suddenly, all five of them had small cannons and blasters sticking up from both their shoulders, and their forearms. “Clone. And something else.”

Prudii knew they were specially programmed to locate him and his brothers. This was not his day. He leaned back, and then turned to Maddi. “If they kill me, just run. Don’t worry about shooting them,” he said in silent exasperation. He hated having to worry about someone he didn’t like. “I’ll...Distract ‘em, I guess.” Now he wanted to play decoy? Something was seriously wrong with him today. He lifted himself off the ground, and glanced down at Maddi. “Pick one or two off, if you can. They have pretty thick hides.” He lowered his head for a moment, as if praying silently to himself, before sucking in a deep breath and darting behind a nearby pillar.

He continued to do this, until he was nearly close enough to the droids to reach out and touch them. Although they seemed to know he was there, they didn’t seem to know exactly where he was. Something is jamming their signals...Maybe the base? But they were miles and miles away. What then, could it be? Silently, Prudii darted out from behind his pillar, and blasted a hole straight through the droid at the back. It crumpled to the ground, sparking and whirring as it shut down completely. As he did so, the other four turned to him, cannons raised and blazing as they unleashed a barrage of bolts.

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[Kallile]

The smile curling her lips—something that could be considered rare—flickered dangerously and yet playfully across her face. She took the blaster, inspecting it without again turning her eyes to Prudii. She was focusing on his words and on the strange weapon in her hands. It wasn’t like anything she had ever seen before, but she’d take his word for it. Point and shoot. Fine, she’d try it. What else did she have to lose.

“Head, chest, got it.” She whispered darkly, to look up and see he was already moving. Pushing herself against the pillar with the blaster held securely in both hands, she watched his movements. So—these things would be more interested in him, huh? She could work with that. The droids were immune to the fact he was moving…until he fired and dropped their number by one.

Madeline was moving when she saw his blaster raise and light. She was moving the opposite direction, not worrying too much about cover. She could already see the guns and cannons raising from the droids and focusing on Prudii. She was still too far away to warrant much attention over someone who had just killed one of their squad.

But Madeline was moving quickly, her eyes watching the path before her and glancing to the side. She needed a clear shot somewhere—she didn’t like him, but now she did owe him. Helping to elongate his life may be a thoughtful place to start.

Then she saw it—the opening she needed. Skidding to a stop and taking aim, she kicked off two rounds towards the foremost droids. The first round connected squarely with the chest, but Madeline was not close enough to tell what effect it had. The second round, slightly differently angled due to the kick of the blaster, hit the same droid in the head and the machine fell.

She was on the move again quickly after, trying to still keep just under their radar. She just hoped a fallen member was enough to delay Prudii’s slaying. She needed a new location if she wanted a hope of taking out another one. That much she had learned from her father…as much as she hated to admit it.

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