That Becomes (Open to any)

Coruscant was likely a badly choice of hiding place. In a way, Zabasaz viewed it as an interesting opportunity - a sort of hiding-in-plain-sight thing. But then, no matter how much the Force rippled from the OTHER sensitives in Coruscant, they someone still pinpointed him. Often he flushed his system and had his body examined just in case he somehow contained a tracking bug, but never did this effort bare any fruits. An entire galaxy to hide in and not one spot lasted longer than two years. It was disgusting that these people would simply refuse to leave him alone.

Fortunately, his recent pursuer (a young, male Jedi Knight) he had managed to elude in the tangled crowds and paths of Coruscant. If his senses served him correctly, the fool fell victim to his compassion and intentionally lost pursuit of Zabasaz simply to help a woman being mugged. Such a weakness, lack of conviction was. Luckily, the Iridonian was not a slave to his virtues like the other Force Wielders he had confronted. A vast Achilles' heel, that proved to be.

Well, with his pursuer lost it was time to get out of his filthy district of slums and find his next hiding place. He hadn't killed the Jedi Knight, so surely his location was known and this hideout tainted.

Zabasaz's choice of garb was a disguise. He wore a chestplate, pauldrons, greaves, and a helmet of composite durasteel armor, making him look like bounty hunter more than what he truly was. A burgundy, faded fabric tasset hung from his waist, concealing his belt where he kept his various tools of the trade - mainly, the lightsaber.

Now, passing through the low-wealth and standing crowds which generally had the wisdom to part ways when a built and geared bounty hunter was passing through, his victory was cut short by an attitude he did not so need to encounter. He was angry enough that he had to churn out the credits for a shuttle off-planet. Now some punk was asking for the beast to be let loose from his cage.

When Ebit bumped him and made his dubious threat, Zabasaz was in no mood for it. He stopped short and the crowds around them backed away as though repelled by a mentally-compelling force not to make the fatal mistake of interfering in an obviously deadly conflict that was brewing. "As a matter of fact, I do," spoke he through the voice-amplifiers of his helmet in a low but commanding tone - above all, ominous.

He slowly turned to face the unfortunate brigand who had just opened his mouth at the worst time and in the worst way of his life, when his helmet's visual interface pointed out the two lightsabers on his belt. Zabasaz also had the perception to notice his blood-covered boot, though he didn't necessarily know that the person that he was staring at had curb-stomped a Jedi.

He did know, however, that his helmet had archived this lightsaber in its memory, having been directed to do so by a feature built in and modified by Zabasaz. His visor zeroed in on lightsabers, it was a way of giving Zabasaz a potential first warning of would-be attackers. This lightsaber belonged to the Jedi Knight he had just eluded. But this was not the person who possessed it.

Zabasaz was awash with a brief chilling sensation. A bloody boot and a stolen lightsaber brought him to one conclusion. A Jedi Knight was killed by a Dark Jedi Knight, or worse. He might very well be in for a much bigger fight, and this one he wasn't going to run from like the last. Having been insulted, he was ready to display his valor and his minimal merciful capacity for all to see - Jedi and Dark Jedi alike. Perhaps this would shake them off his trail, finally. (Or realistically only make them regard him as a greater danger and pursue him with more vigor. His mind rejected this possibility.)

"You have made the greatest mistake of your life," said he in a slow, dark tone that differed from the one before. He drew his lightsaber from his belt with his left hand and it activated without a movement from his fingers, the hiss of the red, glowing blade made manifest and causing the surrounding masses to change their courses of action from 'watch at a distance' to 'flee as far as our feet can take us.' Coruscant had seen enough war between those who used lightsabers to know it was not a spectator sport.

The lightsaber hummed calmly in his left hand alone, pointed to the sky and the left a bit and held away from his body. The hum seemed to lose its calm, though, with a rising sensation of hunger that paired with the building tension. Zabasaz's orange visor-glow darkened to a red tint as its integrated combat mode was initiated.

"I will make it the last."

Ebit turned to face the man who had spoke back at him. 'Such arrogance' seeing the man dressed like a bounty hunter Ebit laughed in a mocking tone at him. As the man ignited his lightsabers Ebits face dropped a slight. Had this eben a meer bounty hunter Ebit would have cut him in half like a worthless scrap of paper, but no, this seemed to be a Jedi, or a Dark jedi perhaps. This would be a fascinating fight at least, not another distraction on Ebits path to become a Marauder. Ebit force pulled his lightsabers (one his own red one, the curb stomped jedi's green)to him. "So Force user, its good to see you have brought more Lightsabers to add to my collection"

Ebit smiled darkly igniting the green lightsaber and spinning it in his hand. "Light, flexible, Not highly damaging, designed for defensive uses, has a lense fitted especially for blaster bolt deflection or absortion" Ebit said describing the green lightsaber to his apparent foe. "The goody good jedi who I took this from is over there" Ebit points backwards over a wall in the distance, "You are willing to join him if you will, or step down immediatley and tell me what allegiance you are from, and I'll see how to kill you from there"

Ebit smirked admiring his own lightsaber in the light that had been polluted from the works. He span it on one finger before catching it in his hand. "Mine name is Ebit Martw, from The Dark Jedi, before I crush you beneath my might do I get to know your name?" Ebit laughed igniting both of the lightsabers, getting into a mastered Shii Cho stance.

_{(I only have one lightsaber.)}

To both Zabasaz's great amusement and annoyance (a strength combination to be sure) his foe wasn't some righteous punk nor was he sent by some ignorant master to make a futile attempt at his life. No, quite the contrary, this imbecile was motivated by the self-righteous desire to claim lightsabers! A weak purpose if Zabasaz ever observed one!

Nonetheless, the annoyed emotion was dominant, for the talkative foe sought to jaw on about purpose-lacking topics, such as the Jedi he had slain and the lightsaber he had collected. Frankly the Iridonian could care less about stolen lightsabers - something about the relationship he had with the attuned weapon he crafted thirty five years ago was more fluid and palpable than any other extension of his killing arm. In fact, with how many Jedi and other sorts of foes he had crossed blades with, it was a surprise he hadn't once needed to rebuild his lightsaber. Maintenance here and there, sure, but no genuine destruction had come to the weapon other than scratches and burns of a minor degree.

While this... Ebit fool continued to jabber about the lightsaber and preposterous surrender demands, Zabasaz assumed his tràkata sform by switching his lightsaber off tucked his lightsaber into the belt holster from where he seized it. Then, bringing his hands out in front of him, he raised them in the air. His arms flexed and his veins pulsated as the midichlorians in his blood stream jostled violently. His eyes were closed but behind his visor it was impossible to tell. With great strength he invoked the Force, but it was indiscernible in what way or where he utilized this power.

It became clear, however, when the sound of the sizable inactive power-conduit cover began make loud scraping and bending noises. The object, about half the length of a school bus and twice the height, had been wrenched from the ground to which it was bolted. It dented slightly inward towards the core of its mass, the pressure of Zabasaz's power over the Force compromising its overall structural integrity.

In the last moment before he brought down the hammer, he answered with a brief, strained response to Ebit's final inquiry.

"You won't need names where I'm sending you."

Immediately he thrust his clenched fists downward, bringing the gigantic hunk of metal crashing down in a loud and violent fashion, shooting scrap and dust in all directions and scraping across the metal floor like a crash-landing freighter.

Zabasaz then drew his lightsaber from his belt loop warily. Surely if this foe felled the Jedi Knight, he had some worth about him. This meant it foolish for Zabasaz to leave himself defenseless. With a hiss his lightsaber returned to life, humming readily for the foe's feeble attempt at a counterattack (or with any bad luck, another unnecessary speech.)

Ebit watched in slight awe as the Metal Power Conduit was lifted into the air. Ebit didnt move, he remained in his Shii-Cho Stance. As The conduit dropped, Ebit dropped out of the Shii Cho stance and backflipped into the air towards the conduit. Using Lightsaber throw Ebit threw both the Red and the green lightsaber up at the Conduit, then the use of force push to split the parts of metal. Ebit flew through the gap like a bullet, landing onto op of the heap, his lightsabers landing calmly in his hands.

"Come on, get rid of me that easily?" Ebit laughed mockingly. "You underestimate me" Ebit tore up 2 pieces of shrapnel from the destroyed Power conduit, well they were more than common shrapnel, each was about 4 meters in length, a good half a meter thick. Ebit began rotating the metal in the air. "So, are you gonna tell me your name - or are you shy - or maybe even cowardly" Ebit smirked. Force Jumping into the air the pieces of metal spinning faster and faster trailed behind him.

"Bye" Ebit said launching the Chunks of spinning metal at the Male Dark Jedi. The first piece aiming for the Dark Jedi's right hand side, where as the second was aiming for the left. Just incase that wasn't enough, as Ebit dropped from the air he de-acitvated the green lightsaber and clipped it to his belt. Bringing Ebits own lightsaber down in a axe position aiming for the Dark Jedi's skull.

Reassuming tràkata form, Zabasaz bent his knees slightly and arched his back readily, placing his hands together and concentrating. His foe began spinning pieces of metal which meant to Zabasaz, quite obvious, that his predictable foe meant to toss them at him. And since his foe seemed to have a knack for unnecessary extended precision, he could only assume that in throwing two he intended to aim in different parts of his body, rather than tossing them one by one which would be more of the Iridonian's own cup of tea.

Concentrate. Use the Force.

Zabasaz's specialty was telekineticism. His own strength as well as his brute-force approach to the Force made him possess power rivaled potentially by nobody in the galaxy in that sphere of the Force. While he lacked other forms of Force power usage, he still had this. Channeling as much might as he could muster in the small amount of time allotted, the Force seemed to visually manifest in his town hands, a shaking chaotic mass of energy that caused the ground around his feet and his very locale in the battlefield to bend, contort, and break apart.

When his foe made the move finally, he had jumped into the air and tossed the two hunks of scrap down at him as well as coming down with his own lightsaber. Perfect - a foe in midair was at the jurisdiction of gravity and had highly limited control of his or her movement and trajectory. His foe could not avoid this. With a rush of surging power he thrust his arms, blood vessels pulsating with jostling midichlorians, out towards the descending foe and his makeshift twirling weapons.

The massive blast of the Force, Zabasaz's frightening manifestation of a fully charged Force Push, rippled out like a stunning wave at the enemy. Using such a power would surely cause dangerous attention as this could likely be felt for a long distance indeed - especially by an extremely sensitive Jedi. Surely this fight had to end soon, for he didn't know how he could survive if a veritable regiment of Jedi masters showed up at his heels.

But this was a thought tangent he could not afford. The blast of energy easily rerouted the two pieces of spinning metal, jettisoning them off into random directions far off to either side of Zabasaz where they would be inconsequential. Then, in its vicious ascent towards the opposing Dark Jedi, the Force Push still had the potency about it to launch Ebit quite a distance straight into the air. Such a blow would knock anyone off their guard, so he predicted an out-matched opponent such as him would land with a loud crash somewhere nearby provided he hadn't any other tricks up his sleeve. Force Deflection was an elusive discipline for someone his age so he counted that possibility out - especially since nobody's Force Deflection could stop a Force Push this potent (nobody that Zabasaz had encountered, anyway.)

Not to mention the blast Zabasaz had thrown moved stunningly quick as did any Force Push, so the likelihood that a foe who COULD alter his trajectory in midair when under the full jurisdiction of gravity in order to save himself a world of hurt was slim as well. The concept of someone completely and utterly stopping their momentum, then accelerating in another direction in a total time of two or three seconds was preposterous.

This time, while his lightsaber was in his grip, Zabasaz did not ignite it. If he needed it, it was available, but he did not predict this foe could make a counterattack to what had just happened.

Pure shock spread across Ebit's face. "Kark" Ebit muttered as he stopped still in mid air for what seemed a minute to Ebit, but was only a few seconds for anyone else. Ebit flew backwards into the air, ripped backwards by an unstoppable force, Ebit was in shock, The lightsaber, Ebit now admits, wasn't his. His was still in his sleeve. But Zabasaz didnt have to know that. The Lightsaber was pulled apart in the blast and Ebit could only look on.

The 2 pieces of shrapnel. One piece spun high into the air hitting the engine of a large transport vessel, causing it to detonate on impact. The Ship, well the remains, tipped from the sky and landed on a active power conduit causing short circuits which lead to a secondary explosion. The second spun off and came down in a market place hitting a Thug in the back of the head, cutting clean through the top half of his body, the blade then rolling to a halt at the foot of the thugs friend.

Anway... back to Ebit. Ebit spun round at the last minute using all of his force energy to make him slow down. He hit a building, well the side of it. Arms and legs out stretched, He fell, to the floor, landing with a deafening thud. On his hands and knees. "Holy Crap" Ebit laughed to himself. Ebit lifted himself up slowly, cracking his neck, and checking himself for injuries, a bruise already appearing on his left hand from where he hit the building, a slight pain in his right knee. Nothing major. Ebit walked around the wreckage, facing Zabasaz. "Ouch"

"Stop! Republic Armed Forces - Stop where you are, Get down on your knees or we will open fire!" A Man shouted, Ebit looked up, a man in a poxy Republicans Uniform was looking at the pair, smoke and wreckages surrounding them, fire in the skies above. He raised his weapon, He had 2 men either side of him.
"Are you serious?" Ebit asked
"Do as I say criminal!"
"Me a criminal? Your the criminals stopping two grown men from settling a dispute"
"Open fire on the pair of them" The Republic Officer shouted - the squad opening fire on the pair of them. Ebit force pulled the Jedi's green lightsaber to him, igniting it, deflecting two lasers back at the Squad before Force Jumping over a wall back to the Jedi Stomping Ground. The 2 lasers, one hitting a trooper in the face, the man falling down slumping against a wall - dead, the other going stray and hitting a man in the chest.

For a moment, Zabasaz felt he could only watch on at the ensuing destruction caused by his reckless use of the Force with a face of horror as a mano-y-mano conflict between two force wielders became something of potentially global notice. With every fiber of his soul, Zabasaz prayed they wouldn't shut down the starports and search for him. He had no contacts that could get him off planet if he ended up cut off from escape. In fact, logic dictated his enemies were already on their way to look into this disturbance, provided the Republic's defense network was as reliable as the Iridonian was led to believe.


In any case, he had to put an end to this affair. His attention went not to the destruction and the cried lamentations in the distance but to his direct opponent. As the boy spiraled through the air, Zabasaz turned and walked in the direction where he predicted his foe would land with every intention to the nail him to the ground with a lightsaber. He couldn't permit the arrogant enemy to live, no matter how oblivious and misguided he might be.

In time the boy hit the ground a few yards before him, and at this Zabasaz continued his approach, more warily now. It was then, though, that the Republic Armed Forces intervened. Zabasaz turned his red visor to them and glared, his mind formulating many conclusions. He already had the Republic's attention, now things were getting delicate.

Before he could speak, Ebit had risen and spat his foul attitude at the Republic troopers. Mentally, Zabasaz face-palmed. To express hostility towards such a sizable faction would make Zabasaz a priority enemy by association, and quite frankly with how little time he had to himself as it were, this would not do. Fortunately his helmet would prevent a proper profile from being taken.

To his great distress the Republic forces open-fired. Zabasaz drew his lightsaber with a loud hiss immediately, wielding it in his left hand alone and maneuvering it with his arm fully out-stretched in perfect defense from the blaster bolts. Perhaps intentionally, all the bolts Zabasaz deflected struck the ground directly in front of him, and even when Ebit opted to retreat, Zabasaz remained firm, planning an escape while protecting himself from excessive blaster fire. Eventually he snapped into action, wrenching the blaster rifles from the hands of both the remaining Republic soldiers with the Force. With his right hand he made a crushing motion, and the blasters both followed suit by immediately crashing into each other and crumbling into an ugly mass of black, sparking metal.

The Republic troops opted not to draw their sidearms, or so Zabasaz assumed. He didn't look, is why he couldn't say he knew for sure. Instead, he sheathed his lightsaber's glowing blade and holstered it in his belt, walking away from the troopers and perhaps Ebit, though he didn't exactly see where the boy had run off to.

She had received the call only a few moments ago. A Jedi was in trouble, had suddenly lost contact with the Temple. But the Temple was far away, and Elsie Therin happened to be the closest Jedi in the area. She needed to investigate.

She ran through the crowded streets, zig-zagged down the narrow alleyways, towards the Jedi's last known location. "Excuse me,... excuse me," she muttered as she pushed her way through a crowd.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. The crowd around her seemed to be in a state of fear and panic. Elsie was nearly bowled over by the throng of panicked civilians. Gathering strength in her legs, she quickly Force jumped upwards on top of a low building in order to escape the suffocating crowd below. From her vantage point, she could see exactly where the source of the situation was.

In the distance, near a section of power conduits, were figures, a Natulan and a masked humanoid. Her breath caught. Massive amounts of Force power were being channeled, but these two weren't Jedi.

Reaching for her comlink, Elsie dialed back to the Temple. "This is Therin. We have a bit of a situation. Knight Parck appears to be... deceased. And we've got two Dark Force users in the area, one of which is immensely powerful. Requesting backup immediately." She watched as one of the Darksiders ripped an inactive power conduit from its structure.

Elsie doubted that she would be a match for both of these darksiders together, and she would have been content to let him tire each other out with their fight. But their destructive powers were putting who knows how many civilian lives in danger. It would be a long time before any kind of backup would arrive. She sighed, and flicked her comlink back on. "Requesting permission to engage."

A long pause. "Permission granted."

Elsie Therin took a deep breath, quickly checked the light armor that she wore under her snowy white robes, and drew her lightsaber. Leaping across the rooftops, with her long silver hair streaming behind her, she neared the combat zone, where she met group of fleeing Republic troopers.

"Captain!" she shouted. "I need your help. Rally your men."

"But the Dark Jedi...," the man protested. "We can't...!" He was trembling.

"I'm not asking you to fight. I need you to evac all civilians in the surrounding area in an orderly manner. Leave the fighting part to me." The guard captain nodded. His eyes were still full of fear, but there was new resolve there now too. Immediately he began barking orders to his troops.

Elsie activated her lightsaber, the sleek silver blade igniting with a distinctive snap-hiss. "The Force is my ally and guardian," she whispered, feeling its warm, life-giving presence flowing through her, melting away her anxiety and nervousness. I am calm. I am tranquil. I... I... ... I've trained all my life for this. Let the battle be joined.

Zabasaz had every intention to vacate the area and in time the system. His work, however vile it was, had been completed - and he had done more damage than he intended. Not that he much cared about the well-being of surrounding civilians, but every terror he wrought (especially in Coruscant) would be one the Jedi would seek to make him answer for, so this was just motivation for them to never leave him alone. His opponent, the young Nautiloid, appeared to have wisely fled the scene and he couldn't say he blamed him. Either it was Zabasaz's power that drove him away or the potential for a swarm of Jedi pouring in at any moment.

However, when his helmet picked up and isolated the distinctive sound of a lightsaber igniting, he stopped dead in his tracks. To Elsie, the man appeared to have stopped in a mid-step pose, but then slowly he turned his head to look over his left shoulder. What he expected to see was Ebit, but what he found (perhaps to his great inner distress) was none other than a Jedi wielding a silver-bladed lightsaber. An interesting and obscure color, he mentally remarked. Perhaps she'd be willing to part ways with it.

Of course, he didn't have THAT much desire to seize such an item of mundane importance to him, but he was still curious about her purpose. The answer was clear, though - she was going to fight him. It would be foolish to lower his guard and continue walking away, so he turned to face her fully. Then, with a similar snap-hiss, the lightsaber in his left hand ignited revealing a distinctly red blade to her.

His expression was impossible to discern through the ominous helmet he wore, but there was nothing to see. Clearing his mind of emotion and turmoil, Zabasaz let himself focus on this new and potentially deadly opponent. The uncertainty in her eyes was clear, but he could tell that this Jedi was so foolishly devout as to stay on him. In fact, Zabasaz could see the Republic troopers retreating to herd up and evacuate the innocents scrambling about, potentially at her command. Oh yes, she intended a battle. In fact, she had every intention (or so he assumed) to cut loose and give it all she had. Perhaps it was only appropriate that the Iridonian did the same.

Either way, he had to end it quick. The last thing he needed was a swarm of Jedi Knights circling him. He did not expect they were any more merciful than he, when dealing with someone as dangerous as a Dark Jedi Master.

He gave her the option of the first move, perhaps out of the last shred of kindness that supposedly remained in his heart.

Ebit sensed a second force user, a good force user, a Jedi, Ebit picked up the top half of the Jedi's body. Blood dripping from the waist line. Ebit force jumped up and over the wall and onto a Power Conduit about to be put in place. Ebit used force pull the crane which the builders were trying to use towards him, pulling it around and launching it towards the Jedi. "Looking for this Jedi?" Ebit shouted smirking holding up Jedi Parcks torso. A streak of blood dribbling from his mouth.

Ebit force pulled the green lightsaber to him not activating it, mainly getting a feel for the handle. Ebit smirked, it was comfortable, but not a fighting blade. "This will have to do" Ebit shrugged shaking his head. Ebit jumped down from the power conduit, thoughts pulsing through his mind. 'Im Insane going up against a Dark Jedi of his Calibur, he is strong, too strong perhaps'

As Ebit ran full pelt towards Zabasaz he was fast, faster than most, and with out the force pushing behind him, which is a rare feat. Ebit activated the green lightsaber as he got about 3 meters from Zabasaz, then pushed his hand downwards. Dust, Oil, anything that was on the ground at the time flying up all around Zabasaz. Ebit swinging round, with his lightsaber aiming to cut Zabasaz in half.

Holding up both hands and digging in her heels, Elsie brought the crane to a stop with the Force, her feet sliding back a few meters as she did so. Now stopped, she let it drop harmlessly to the ground.

She had felt quite disturbed at seeing Parck's body being handled in such a way, but she quickly forced the feeling away. Parck was dead, one with the Force. There was nothing she could about his situation; those two dark jedi were what mattered right now.

And then the Natulan turned his back on her. The nerve! Elsie concentrated on the Force and made her move. The two dark jedi were both powerful, capable of launching attacks with great amounts of force and power. But years of Echani training had taught her quite a few things, one such lesson being that a small push in the right place could be just as damaging as the largest brute force attack. Near the two dark jedi, a small beam of scrap metal, no doubt created by the ripping of the power conduit that had be performed earlier, floated into the air. As the Natulan dark jedi made his vicious attack, the beam shot between the two combatants, in front of the Natulan's foot to trip him up.

Giving her saber a quick flourish, she advanced.

So Ebit had returned. Zabasaz could see the logic in a two on one battle against him, but it seemed they lacked that same logic. As Ebit advanced, Zabasaz turned to meet him with a counter of his own planned. Surprisingly, the boy made a clever move in trying to veil his motions and distract Zabasaz by uprooting the surrounding substances like oil and dust, but he was at no disadvantage. He had been and trained himself in turn to maintain focus on what was at hand, and his vision wasn't even slightly impaired, for his helmet's visor featured the capability to see in poor conditions, such as in low light and through smoke. Ebit's moves, in Zabasaz's eyes, were clear as a crystal.

The other Jedi's moves were not quite as clear, for his sensory capabilities with the Force were virtually non-existent and he was going solely on hearing and spatial awareness, so her opening attack was one he was not aware of. However, to his fortune it was of no consequence to him except that it made Ebit easier prey. Zabasaz's immediate reaction to the boy's attack with the lightsaber was frighteningly quick, as vicious as the sight of a bird of prey snatching a rodent from the grass. He lashed his lightsaber out in a wide-arced strike, his Form V mastery shining for the both of them to see. The blade clashed with Ebit's, causing sparks to fly. Zabasaz's strength and training were superior, and so inevitably the (likely tripping and thereby offguard) foe would find his weapon knocked aside along with Zabasaz's. Then, quickly the Iridonian loosed his right hand from gripping the lightsaber and curled his fingers inward.

The Force trembled around them as lightning crackled on his finger tip, and in one quick instant bolts of necrotic electricity surged from his hand out to the boy, whom he had so viciously robbed the defenses from. It wasn't a particularly deadly attack compared to what Zabasaz could muster, as his most fatal attempts at Force Lightning were done with both hands. However, it easily had the Force provided it connected with its target to send a surge of pain and racing up the victim's body, launching them backwards several yards and causing their muscles to involuntarily spasm. Whether or not Ebit could prevent this was a fact to be seen, but given attack was fruitful, he would turn next to the approaching light-side advocate.

Ebit did trip, a flaw in the Nautolans plan. If she had not tripped him, the Jedi's green lightsaber wouldnt have landed on the floor inbetween them all. Ebit fell forward, stumbling the lightsaber dipping straight into the path of Zabasaz' oncoming blade. The green saber flew into the air, deactivating, hitting the ground with a thud.

As the electricity hummed in Zabasaz, Ebit's eyes opened wide, force pulling his own white saber to him. Activating it and using it to absorb the Force Lightning. 'Kark!' Ebit thought 'If I keep on going like this I'll be dead soon!' Ebit force jumped backwards away from the pair, landing funny slipping backwards onto his back. He pulled it up into a backwards role landing on his feet.

Ebit stood up slowly. Taking off the cape that was around him, he dropped it to the floor. It would slow him down. Ebit shot to the side, around the Back of Elsie, aiming to do to her what she did to him. Ebit sent a force wave in low around Elsie's ankles aiming to send her flying to the floor as she advanced on where Zabasaz and Ebit once were. Ebit smirked de-activating his white lightsaber and clipping it to his belt. Force pulling the green one back to him.

She watched as the Nautolan rolled backwards from his opponent's Force lightning, as he got up and... .... Wait, does he really think he can just waltz behind me like that without me taking notice?

Elsie stopped, bent her knees, and took off vertically in the air. Pebbles and gravel were sprayed into the air as the Nautolan's wave of Force energy passed under her, continuing on along the ground towards the other dark Jedi.

At the top of her jump, Elsie twisted her body around so that she would now be facing the Nautolan, and pointed her silver blade diagonally downwards, launching a quick stab towards his face as she descended.

Zabasaz turned his lightsaber off with the Force momentarily. This usually meant bad news for those nearby. He was assuming tràkata form, and keeping his lightsaber inactive helped him focus and use the Force more effectively, which led to significantly more powerful and deadly outcomes.

He thrust his right hand in the air as the Jedi, Elsie, ascended. He could see that Ebit was trying to mix up his targets so as not to be the potential victim of a double-team, though in all likelihood logic dictated that he was the LAST person who would be the third wheel. Zabasaz would never ally with nor assist a Jedi after all they had done to him, and considering the gap that was slowly becoming more visible to him between his own power and his foes (indeed, he had been so wary he did not realize his significant advantage until just recently) he was surprised the two of them didn't strike up a truce for the greater good of taking the Iridonian down. Not that he was complaining, that would sure complicate things.

With that hand as the focus he used the Force with the intention of gripping Elsie in midair. Granted he was successful in influencing her mass (which, he tactically figured, was likely - in midair a Jedi had less stability and nothing to grip, making them highly prone to the influences of Telekinetics, and few Force users had the skill in Telekinetics that Zabasaz did) he would launch her at Ebit, with intent of taking two pesky birds out with one stone - though not before electrifying the stone.

Before launching Elsie (assuming he even got this far) he would blast her with a shock of Force Lightning, a brief jolt, just enough to paralyze her and Ebit by sharing the charged jolt on impact. Of course, had he failed to grip her, assuming her trajectory of attacking Ebit head-on remained, he would simply blast them with lightning there and then while they were close together. His every intention from the beginning was to end this battle, not prolong it for enjoyment, especially since he had his doubts the Republic soldiers and the Jedi would engage without back-up hot on their heels. Considering Zabasaz wasn't particularly fast, his trail would be easy to sniff, so he could not retreat without knocking them out temporarily, or permanently if they would prefer.

_{(I have no intention to strike any death blows here, for the record, so if you guys take that hit I'll be attempting retreat (though not before stealing your lightsabers.) Otherwise it goes on. Also, Elsie's attack at Ebit the post before reminds me of when Sidious was killing the Jedi Masters Mace Windu brought with to arrest him.)}

Ebit looked on as Elsie jumped at him and tried to swipe for his face, Ebit lent back, using the force to keep his balance. The lightsaber cutting off a few threads, Ebit lent further more putting his hands to the floor flicking his body up and over, landing on his feet, igniting the green lightsaber, not paying attention to what was Happening with Elsie, he sensed Zabasaz charging a force lightning. Ebit threw the green lightsaber away from the 3, bringing it quickly back as lightning was released from Zabasaz’ hand.

::Jedi, its me the Nautolan, My Name is Ebit Martw from Glee Anselm, We need to form an Alliance to take down this Dark Jedi, otherwise he will kill us both::

The lightning clashed with the lightsaber which Ebit held in mid air taking the lightning, only a few strands escaping towards Elsie and Ebit. The Lightsaber overheated from the lightning, exploding in a flash of green energy. Smoke filled the air, thick black smoke, the Lightsaber exploding had ignited underground energy pipes, the thick smoke getting into everything. The smoke was thick enough to clog even Zabasaz’ helmet, “Kark” Ebit used Force Sense so he could sense the general direction of the force sensitives.

She felt him trying to grab her telekinetically with the Force, but not quickly enough. Trying to put up a last-second defense, complicated by the fact that she was in midair, she barely slipped out of his grasp. Instead, the crossing flows of Force energy caused her to be thrown violently through the air, her flight only stopped by a solid concrete wall.

Gasping as the impact knocked the air out of her, Elsie lost her grip on her saber, the blade deactivating as it rolled away. Thankfully, Parck's exploding lightsaber and the ensuing cloud of smoke had distracted the two dark jedi enough so that neither had been able to take advantage of her momentary vulnerability.

Pulling her lightsaber back to her hand, she kept the blade turned off for now, to reduce her visibility in the smoke to her enemies. She felt the telepathic message from the Nautolen, but did not reply. For a few moments, memories of her one-time best friend Arlen Malen floated across the surface of her mind. He had fallen to the dark side. She had fought him, placed him under arrest, but could not save him as he withered away, spending his last days muttering about his "lost power." No, there would be no alliance. When it came to the Dark side, there would be no compromise. Not now. Not ever.

She could feel both of her opponents through the Force. The helmeted one's presence of strong, and the Nautolan... not quite as strong, though still impressive. Needing a minute to catch her breath, she waited to see what the two would do next.

_{Got a break!}

In the midst of the hectic explosions, Zabasaz had lowered his head, protecting himself (though it would had been ineffective, done more out of reflex than genuine effort) and slowly he composed himself amidst the smoke, realizing he had been rendered completely and utterly...

blind.

His sense with the Force was fairly weak, he could only really tell the presence of an obvious disturbance, rather than pinpoint users of the Force directly. Not only that, but his helmet's function only lent him capability to perceive silhouettes at best; and at a distance of a couple of yards. The two of them were lost, he had only their general direction from memory prior to the explosions and that could be dated information for all he knew. Igniting his lightsaber was the best he could do, the red glowing bar veiled by the smoke. It's hum was hard to hear among the cacophony of noises caused from various sources by their battle - the mayhem left the sound of roaring flames, fleeing speeders, and all manner of chaos. Of course, he could still hear their lightsabers because his helmet had that function as well. He was going by hearing and interface - fine against thugs and bounty hunters but definitely not going to cut it against experience users of the Force. He did not experience fear nor uncertainty, but something along the lines of annoyance and desperation.

Let them come, he decided. Enough of this horsing around with the Force. His lightsaber would solve this dispute.