EXETERRPG: (16 - 1207) Entity Host - Trentin Jost

[Todd Holladay]

Mission: The flames of purity
Day: 16
Stardate: 2445:09:16

(Gamma Quadrant Planet - Temple interior – Entity Host – Trentin Jost – 1207)

"You aren't the only one possessed," her dark sing song voice carried over the temple, coming from this small form.

“Yes, show me your darkness, child.” Jost said, more amused than threatened.

(Reply Foxglove {Lily})

Stepping out from the doorway Ailynn sighed. “Defeated who what now?” She asked, stepping into and through the sanctuary, slicing between the bench seating easily. “Well this is nice, I like what you’ve done with the place, it’s retro, yet still contemporary.” She found another way to be annoying.

“Such rudeness.” Jost said, and gripped Foxglove’s smaller white haired form lifting her two meters in the air and out of reach. “Just a moment, young lady.” He said to Jaelle’s elevated form. He then turned his attention to the Exeter’s FO. “How did my little canary escape her gilded cage?”

“Told you that you’d made a mistake didn’t I.” She held up a finger, “More than one actually, but we’ll get to that.” She returned his gaze, no fear. No sign of weakness. She began removing her uniform top, and removed her commbadge, fixing it to her vest top.
 
The first thing Jost noticed when she walked into the room was her audacity, but that’s all he could see. He couldn’t peer into her Pah like he had done the others, to see her darkness. It looked like she was preparing for fisticuffs. This one amused him as well, at least it isn’t boring.

“Funny thing is you may be holding all the cards, but I’m not playing the same game as you. Tell you what…” She leant over and draped her top over Ravok, checking his pulse and breathing with professional speed, before winking slyly at him standing back up and needling Jost even more. “I’ll trade you the One of Swords for Bertie Bunn the Baker's son.”

“I’m not familiar with that game. The games I play the stakes are a little higher, life and death.” He said.

“So you can try and kill me now, but that might take a while and by my reckoning, you don’t have the time, or maybe not even the ability to do it. Besides. You need a witness to your...greatness no?”

“You’ve provided me with so many… witnesses and distractions.” He said. “Just one moment.”

(Reply Bracken, Foxglove{Lily})

With his one free hand he lifted one of the 160kg hand carved benches into the air. Bringing his hands together he scooped the white haired woman into the seat and brought them both to rest with the bench on top pinning the intel officer faced parallel underneath against the hard solid stone floor, with enough room to breath and squirm a bit, but little else. He then rapidly piled four more benches on top to pin it down, incase she was stronger than she looked. “Save this one for later. Such anger, perhaps she would be worthy of a Wraith of her own.”

(Reply Foxglove {Lily})

“And, sir, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” He said a in a voice with sweetness but belying his real motives.

(Reply More)

Jost with a sweep of his left hand snatched the phaser from his hand and threw it aside, and as it clattered to the ground he gripped More’s wounded side and squeezed.

(Reply More)

“Oh, really? This is not the end, but it can be yours.” He brought his right hand up which was now immolated with flame ready to strike the final blow.

(Reply More, Bracken)

“Little canary you protest?” He addressed Bracken ignoring the security officer’s reaction to pain.

(Reply Bracken)

“Lieutenant, I quite think we should take this outside.” He said, still gripping the security officer’s side. He now gave him a telekinetic shove pushing over three pews before he vaulted over the last one falling between the fourth and fifth set of benches. “Lead the way.”

(Reply Bracken)

Plastered on the former priest’s face was the biggest broadest grin his body could accomplish. As Jost’s eyes took in what was wrought, all this destruction, the Wraith, feeding off the darkness and pain was finally strong enough to take over. In his own mind Jost was pushed aside. The ancient evil had now taken over.

(Reply all present)
(posted by Todd) NPC Trentin Jost

“Those who play with the devil’s toys will be brought by degrees to wield his sword.” - R. Buckminster Fuller

“The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery

“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”

Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)

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