Post by Aelor Kyr on Feb 8, 2016 3:31:05 GMT
Aelor started coughing, struggling to take in a lungful of air. It didn't help that Kalma was so pissed off that it weighed heavily on those sensitive to the Force, which includes Aelor. As he struggles to take a deep breath, all he can feel is fire entering his lungs, courtesy of Kalma's frustration and rage. It actually began to weaken him deeply, as if the rage began to channel at Aelor's internal energy, taking advantage of his weakened state. Aelor could only look up and see Kalma's aura was literally a fireball of rage and fear, all gathered up into one frightening package. Lykhyi would certainly have a challenge dealing with her now, but they were still great leaps and bounds beyond his own capabilities.
Aelor slammed his fist into the floor, trying to get their attention. "Calm... calm down!" he barely utters. "Can't breathe with you... like this, Kalma! Damn it!" He slowly lifts himself up onto his feet, revealing to both Sith comrades that he was disarmed. As the blood slowly returns to his head as a result of Likhyi's squeeze on his throat, Aelor almost falls over again, losing his balance and sitting down hard onto his bunk. "CALM DOWN, DAMN YOU!" he roars at Kalma, barely keeping his balance because of all the factors swirling around him. "I can't breathe with you raging like this, and he had my throat closed for what felt like an eternity! Likhyi has possessed Insby and he has my blaster and vibrosword! Someone needs to check on the captain, and quick. If there are three items we're taking, with two malicious spirits in them, with 5 of us on board, use common sense!" Aelor holds his throat, trying to massage it open. It began to feel like Lykhyi squeezed so hard that it cracked the Miraluka's larynx.
Aelor slammed his fist into the floor, trying to get their attention. "Calm... calm down!" he barely utters. "Can't breathe with you... like this, Kalma! Damn it!" He slowly lifts himself up onto his feet, revealing to both Sith comrades that he was disarmed. As the blood slowly returns to his head as a result of Likhyi's squeeze on his throat, Aelor almost falls over again, losing his balance and sitting down hard onto his bunk. "CALM DOWN, DAMN YOU!" he roars at Kalma, barely keeping his balance because of all the factors swirling around him. "I can't breathe with you raging like this, and he had my throat closed for what felt like an eternity! Likhyi has possessed Insby and he has my blaster and vibrosword! Someone needs to check on the captain, and quick. If there are three items we're taking, with two malicious spirits in them, with 5 of us on board, use common sense!" Aelor holds his throat, trying to massage it open. It began to feel like Lykhyi squeezed so hard that it cracked the Miraluka's larynx.