Recent content by Valia Muqai

Valia grimaced hard, her hand clawing at her chest in a futile attempt to pull away the invisible claws that held her vital organ in a deadly vice grip that slowly drained the life out of her. Pain lancing across her chest with an unbearable crushing pressure, her skin felt like it was on fire...

Valia felt the swirling, building chill of the dark energies gathering at Eosfor's fingertips. Her body tensed, hand gripping her saber hilt tightly. There was no way for her to dodge another barrage or even block it. She braced for a wave of immense pain from being electrocuted. But it never...

Valia leaned back against the metal wall, a pained expression upon her face. She waved a hand as if attempting to dismiss his words to her as if it was nothing more than a puff of smoke. Though, even with her dismissive attitude, she listened to her nonetheless and felt conflict whirl within...

Just when Valia's vision was beginning to fade, she found herself tossed across the room like a piece of paper, her momentum abruptly stopped when she slammed against the nearby wall. Knocking out what little air she had in her and further dazing her. She laid there for half a minute, gasping...

The plan she had didn't work, her lightsaber was deflected before it could cut through The Dark Lord's arm and instead only scorching the surface of his cortosis gauntlet like an inconvenient welding mark against metal, hardly any real damage dealt. Her free hand gripped against the metal wrist...

There was little in the way for Valia to move out of closing gap between her and Eosfor unless she wished to take in the full wrath of the force lightning. She held back for as long she could until the lightning barrage finally ended and her opponent lunged. Years ago, a lunging, bulky opponent...

Neither Valia knew what even influenced her words and actions at that point. It could be the dark side, it could be her newfound freedom after being forced away from the Jedi Order, or perhaps both. Nothing felt the same since then, she no longer felt like herself and life felt far less...

"Of no use to you, yet, you're so incapable of letting me go." Valia could never forget that day even if she was no longer the same person as she was before. From every second she ran through the burning city to watching her last hope of escape flying of, to fighting Eosfor, being struck down...

Time became meaningless within the Dark Crusade. From the moment she awoke from that dreaded bacta tank to being imprisoned within the inner sanctums of Darth Eosfor, Valia had lost all concept of time. It hardly mattered anymore either way. The passage of time for her was marked when training...

Aside from what she felt through Hazdrabal's eyes. The physical and bodily sensations that Valia felt within the moment was unlike anything she had ever experienced, it was bordering on overwhelming. Each moment gnawing down at her sanity and Valia was too immersed within the tides of battle to...

Valia cared nothing for the unintended collateral deaths caused by her disarmament of gold-saber wielding soldiers in front of them, she hardly even noticed it at all. She was focused on the carnage and inflicting said carnage to the soldiers right in front of them. Her bloodlust mixing with...

The sensation of sharing a body gradually began to feel as natural as wearing a suit of armor. She felt each tensed muscle, the sting of pain, and the hallucinogenics that ran through the body she had taken over (or attempted to). While Hazdrabal may have willingly invited her into his mind...

The sensations from her real, physical body and the host body were practically indistinguishable to Valia at that point. She could not tell which was which, whether or not the flow of blood she felt was from her body or from the severed corpses of slain enemies. Still, like the prowling...

The cacophony of sensations and emotions that Valia felt as she sunk her mind's claws into Hazdrabal was chaotic, almost too much so. She did not know his name, at least, not until she had clawed her way into his mind, and she recognized his face, as the one who had chased her through the...

One of the first bodies she had taken had been short lived, his throat having been split open by what she assumed to have been a lightsaber. Instead of flinching away from the pain, Valia found some twisted enjoyment in his very last moments. Blood smelled like sweetened wine, his pain flowing...