*Xi kneels done and pets Mara.* Xi: Aw, she's cute! I used to have one like her before the war. *He smiles and stands.* Persi: Have you two met? I don't think...
OOC: Thanks. Persi: We have... myths of a group of desert raiders. They are associated with dead villains or criminals that died in the act or in jail. They are forever in the act of escaping or trying to find more loot. *He looks around.* Persi: From your question, I would assume that there is some truth behind the myth?
*Persi drops the box and hails the Enterprise, and the box is beamed to the ship.* Persi: That's all I found in the lab. If we could get some sciences people in here to get through the information on the consoles, we should be good.
*Gyatso keeps fighting but notices something. No matter how many tornados he makes, there are always more indoctrinated, and they seem to be growing no matter how much his ally and him fights. Some have even started to get past. He moves over to Zuko.* Gyatso: Zuko, we need to retreat. We're about to be over run... *He…
Persi, from another section of the lab: The Orb. It apparently puts people under temporary indoctrination. *He returns with a box of storage devices labeled 'Orb Research Notes'.* Persi: Know it isn't your fault. Indoctrination is not something you can help, or stop. It takes away your freedom and individuality...
*Gyatso moves away, feeling the heat emanating from his ally. Zuko might start an inferno soon, and Gyatso did not need to be nearby when that happened. He starts another miniature tornado and sends it into a dense formation of indoctrinated.*
*Gyatso had lost count of how many he'd killed. It was in the hundreds, along with his ally. Why were they doing this again? He kicks an indoctrinated in the head, then puts a hand to it's chest and blows out it's cavity. The blood coats the indoctrinated behind his victim...*
*Gyatso feels nothing. He can't feel. What are feelings? Did he ever have them? Where are they now? He can't reason that now, he's fighting. The disfigured creatures are attacking in hordes, but to no avail. They can't get past him and his anger filled ally. Anger? What was anger? No, no, there is only fighting now... He…
*Unlike Zuko, Gyatso engages the indoctrinated slowly and steadily, not fueled by emotion. In fact, if anyone had seen him, it would have looked as if he had no emotion at all. He kills the enemy, switching from needle thin blasts of air, to fields of suffocation, to tornados, to martial arts.*
Persi, quietly: I have a bad feeling already... *Thrai walks over and sniffs a Sovereign part.* Persi: Thrai, denae! *Thrai stops and walks back over to his master, then growls slightly at the Doctor.*