The Pacific Maelstrom (Dar)

It was midnight, a few stars can be seen twinkling through the pollution and a calm breeze brought the smell of saltwater from the Pacific Ocean. Down at the docks a group is twenty armed thugs were carrying the last of the shipments into a private warehouse from a draped boat. They seem to be Russians in military grade gear, quietly talking to each other as they attempt to remain quiet. The group brought the final crate in while leaving six comrades to guard the perimeter outside on the docks. While ready the guards were not too worry of expecting trouble. With the only thing on the docks being boxes for equipment and the full moon casting moonlight from above, they have a good field of vision. The guards took note of the rise in the winds, they could smell a storm of the horizon. But they failed to recognize the storm was already here, and it's name is Wrath. The first few minutes went by without a hitch, but then they noticed something, there down to five men. The group send out two guys to the missing person last known location behind the warehouse but they too end up not returning. Now on edge the remaining guards got their guns ready and stealthy head behind the warehouse that faced an empty parking lot. As they made their way around the corner they heard a rustle of movement, two of the guards turned around to find the third guard vanished. Fear now creeping in they back into the parking lot and tried their hardest to see what's out there. One of the guards turned his head to talk to his comrade but did not found him standing there, instead it was a red-skinned alien in strange armor. The guard did not found his voice to yell out as his mind began to boil, almost as if it's being flayed. The guard collapsed to a broken heap at the alien feet who held an passive face, almost board even.

If there was one thing alien learned from those monotone sermons that the Jedi spewed from their lips, was that knowledge is power. So when he came to the city he needed to know who he will be rubbing elbows with in the underground. His trail lead him to the docks which he heard rumors that something is going down. These foreign men now cements that rumor, but with the information he extracted from their minds he only got vague snippets of some sort of weapon. He could not get more as it was clear these were mere grunts. Regardless with the guards out of the way he now needed to discard the body so that if another guard come out it won't see it and alarm the others. Glancing to a nearby pothole he used telekinesis to lift up the crate and flung the last guard into it like a rag doll. With that done he heads toward the warehouse.

Pacific put his binoculars down. Telekinesis? That was an intimidating power. More concerning, though, was this individual's ability to kill without even touching a target. He guessed that the red guy had some sort of psychic mind attack. It would make sense, considering his other display of psychic power.

Most likely, he was an alien. His abilities could be natural for his race, and there could be more of them.

How do you stop someone like that? A sniper rifle would certainly help. Pacific didn't have one. Cue would have helped, as well. Pacific missed her. Sometimes he regretted giving her that translator.

Pacific rubbed his forehead. It was already such a long night. He had planned on busting those goons for smuggling, but he certainly hadn't planned on killing them. As a self proclaimed vigilante, however, Pacific felt he couldn't really act as the moral authority here. Then again, this alien didn't look like he was acting out of justice.

Pacific started sneaking up on the alien, trying to stay out of sight while keeping the alien in sight. He had to move slowly, so it would take a while to catch up to the alien. He could really use one of those shadow ninja things right now.

(Sorry for the delay, I had trouble figuring out where to go with this and other unreleted stuff caught my attention. But my muse for Wrath is back no.)

The Sith force jumped onto the warehouse rooftop and made his way over to an industrial sky light. Looming over he could see that the skylight was situated over a steel catwalk. Using the force to quietly fracture the glass in a square he levitated the broken piece and set it aside. Quietly jumping down he took note that the warehouse was somewhat dim. The inside held a lot of shipping containers and crates which gave him a bit concern of anyone slipping away. Last thing he needs is someone slipping away and alerting whoever brought them here. Lurking down the cat walk he saw a Platoon of 30 Russian solider spread out among the ground level with most being centered around what he assume to be the lieutenant and what seems to be an scientist. Wrath took in the crates around them, most that were brought in was metal crates which must mean it contains something fragile. He pondered on what transaction is transpiring here, his first thought was arms dealing but you would not need a scientist for that. The scientist present suggest drugs or technology and judging from the guards it must be very valuable. The Sith remained where he was, while he was fond of the Blitzkrieg tactic of solving things must like he did before he can't risk damaging the crates without knowing what's inside, otherwise one stray bullet might strike something explosive.

One of the dead guards had a key to the building on him. The man's face was frozen in terror. Truth be told, Pacific was afraid, too. He had never encountered someone with these abilities. It was time to learn more about the alien.

Pacific pulled the guard's uniform off of his dead body. This would probably scar him for life, he thought. The man's uniform was a little snug, but it would have to do. He dressed himself up in the guard's uniform, put his own clothing on the guard, stabbed the corpse a few times in the chest with a knife the guy had on him, and laid the guard face down as if he had been approaching the building. Pacific smeared some of the blood on himself, and then took the guard's rifle and fired it three times into the air. Finally, he dropped face down as well, as if he had been defending the building.

Whoever was in that warehouse, they were now alerted to the presence of intruders, thanks to the gunfire. They would move out in groups, communicate, and shoot any strangers on sight. Depending on how many hired guns they had, Pacific figured that they could at least injure the alien a little. That would make it easier for him to approach the alien himself, and live.

In the meantime, he had the perfect cover as a dead guard, whom nobody would take the time to investigate when there were armed intruders on the grounds. He just had to stay still.

As he continue his observation of one of the groups from his catwalk he manage to pick up a few snippets of Russian that he got from one of the guards he drained earlier. Mostly 'when will we get paid' which gives him the impression that this is a hired mercenary force and given none of them have patches that he is aware of it supports that notion more. 'So I got an armed force guarding an shipment of seemingly illegal contents given the cloak and dagger of the situation. Petty gangs do not have the assets to hire a professional army so it's either an black operation, terroist cell, or some sort of dissenter faction. Intriguing' Wrath pondered as he motioned his hand to his light saber in preparation to jump down. That was his course of action when sharp burst of gunfire halted his progress, the platoon below became alerted. Some began to shout at one another with the lieutenant getting together twenty of his men to head out of the warehouse to investigate the noise, leaving ten behind to guard the scientist.  

Once outside they would fan out to do a sweep of the perimeter for intruders on the docks and behind the building. Geryon narrowed his eyes in interest at the new current chain of events and decided to take an opportunity of this chaos. Extending his arm he enforced his will onto the remain the guards who seem to groan and squirm in pain before returning to attention with a blank expression. The scientist backed away in confusion and fear, more so when he saw Geryon jumping down and approaching them, "You will buy me time with the scientist, stall the others with lethal force. If any of you manage to survive execute yourself" He said with a smal wave of his hand. "We will give you time with the scientist and stall the others with lethal force. If survived we will execute yourself" The guards repeated in a monotone voice as they filled out of the warehouse where they would get into cover and open fire on their own. Taken by surprise the brainwashed soldiers manage to take down six soldiers in surprise. The others finally reacted and took cover behind crates or a nearby car, shock clear on their faces at being attacked by their own. In turn they fired back, resulting in a small gunfights across the docks. Back in the warehouse Geryon had his lightsaber lit and at the scientist throat. "So tell me, what is in the crates" Geryon ordered the scientist who was visibly shaking, Geryon did not need to impose his fear as the scientist has a weak willpower. "It's alien technology! I-I was hired to make sure they were real before my clients come to pick them up!" Geryon pitied the lack of resistance but found the information interesting nerveless, "What does your clients want with alien tech worm?" Geryon spat out as he pressed the tip of his saber into the scientist neck, burning the flesh in a instant, "The-they are amassing power to wage war against metahumans! They are an Transhumanist organization! Please don't kill me!" The scientist blurted out in panic which Geryon smirked, withdrawing his saber to his side, "Now now I won't kill you, I'll leave that to your clients when they learn you ratted them out without a fight."

Pacific's plan did not work as intended. A large number of armed men came running out of the building. Way more than Pacific had thought we're even here. Two minutes later, another wave appeared, and that was when chaos erupted.

Guards started shooting each other. This was more a surprise to the victim soldiers than it was to Pacific. One group had formed a defensive perimeter around the entrances, and had started shooting their comrades in the back.

Mind control. As if this guy wasn't scary enough already. Pacific had also learned that this alien wasn't easily spooked. He was confident, and rightly so. He had taken advantage of the situation and used it to benefit himself.

It was time to move inside. Pacific rolled over to a side door. There was a pile of crates to provide cover. He used the key from earlier to open the side entrance. A few of the free guards saw him, but in the confusion they thought he was on their side. They nodded at him, hoping he would cut through the building to flank the blood thirsty traitors.

Pacific closed the door behind him and snuck through rows of large wooden crates. He overheard an interrogation, and he assumed the alien was responsible. Some extremist group was planning a war with these alien weapons. Pacific picked up a nifty looking alien rifle. Chrome and what looked like blue plastic made for an interesting design. He hadn't seen a model like this before. Ratzo didn't sell anything like it. Where did they get these from?

On the plus side, the alien was going to let the scientist looking guy live. So, that was good. He even turned off his laser sword. How nice of him.

Pacific aimed the alien rifle at the alien. It seemed poetic in a way. One alien race's tech used to destroy another. He pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

What? Was the weapon not loaded? Maybe it had a safety or something. Oh well. Probably safer to use a weapon he understood. He swapped to the rifle and shot at the alien's leg.

Getting short would hopefully disrupt his ability to concentrate on his powers. Pacific didn't want to kill him if he didn't need to.