BENDY TIME to just after Nightmare King Plot. [Closed.]

[escapednothlit.livejournal.com]

It was a wake up call. Elfangor was no stranger to nightmares, but with the Nightmare King, his worst came back. The ones he'd had almost constantly since the time he left Earth. Losing Loren, over and over again. His son growing up without anyone or suffering the same fate. Aximili never existing. Always losing his family over and over again.

But it was the kick he needed. Nerves or not, he had to do this. He did it once, he could do it again. And there was enough time that Loren would be sure it was because he loved her, right? And not just the memory, or something strange like that. Not that she'd really do that. Maybe.

No, he had to stop thinking like that or he'd just delay again. He was going to do this. He'd have the ring hidden for months already. He was going to do this. He had the plan, he had the sensorium set up, and as far as he knew, Loren had no specific plans.

So he just had to ask her to come with him. He entered their room, relieved to see her there. Good. No time looking for her and letting that anxiety build. < Loren? Could you come with me? > To his credit, he kept mostly calm, but there might be a tinge of nervousness in the thoughtspeak.

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[livestoannoy]

Marco stared at the gloop of the day.

The gloop stared back.

Man, the food here completely sucked. He was beginning to feel like he was turning into Ax, and the next time he saw a cinnamon bun he'd turn into a raging maniac that would attack anything and everything that got in between him and the bun, all the while screaming, "BUNZAH! BUUUNZAH!"

And since he was still trying to go over how he'd fool Tom in his head - the Yeerk was smart, he needed to be ready - the gloop seemed even more unappealing. Marco didn't think that was possible. How could the very pinnacle of "unappealing" get even more unappealing?

Little did Marco know that the gloop was about to become the least of his problems.

[[ooc: So a thread with Elfangor and/or Loren and (and possibly Ax and Tobias too?) first, then after that's finished I'll start a new one for Tom, okay?]]

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[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

Today, as Ben entered, the Sensoriums shifted into the bowl-shaped chamber of the Coruscant Temple's sparring arena. The vault was scattered with balance beams, swings of all makes, repulsor-levitated balls. On Coruscant, the arena's control chamber could simulate most environmental hazards in the galaxy, from shifting gravity to extreme temperatures. Here, Ben was fairly certain the ship could handle it.

"Start at class two," he called. "Gradual increase to class four."

And now for his opponent...

A door opened at the opposite end of the arena, and out stepped a YVH droid, its heavy footsteps ringing across the room. Built at the height of the Yuuzhan Vong war to take on Yuuzhan Vong warriors in hand-to-hand combat. Their glowing red photoreceptors and grey-black laminanium armor were supposed to be reminiscent of the Vong in full voduun crab armor, but to Ben, who had grown up with a modified YVH droid babysitting him across the galaxy, they looked more like gaunt humanoids.

Well, gaunt humanoids with serious firepower.

"Begin."

The room and the droid moved at the same time; the repulsor-lifted wobble balls began swirling around the chamber in random patterns, while Ben's opponent opened fire with its right arm's blaster cannon. He ignited his lightsaber and intercepted the bolts -- but found himself staggering backward. Stang. He'd forgotten how much energy it required to take a YVH droid's assault head on. He shifted his blade to catch the bolts at an angle, sending blasterfire spraying into the room's various obstacles. The droid's assault was still pushing him backwards; continuing to fight defensively would have him backed up against a wall in minutes.

Ben grabbed one of the wobble balls with the Force, sending it at his opponent's extended arm, altering the trajectory of its blasterfire for the few seconds he needed to start an attack.