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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 23, 2009 3:25:44 GMT -5
The kick came suddenly, which was good. It kept things on track, and they made him enjoy the fight even more. His blood pumped.. the only thoughts in his mind... lust, and her extreme agility. Though, both were motivating him to do better, show her the true power the force could grant.
He'd tried to swipe her head clean off, and also tried to followup in case she blocked with a kick, but she had dodged. Then she flipped backwards sending an uppercut in the form of a foot to the chin. He ignored the pain, stumbling back a few steps laughing, then he spotted the slash for his chest. He began the second series of acrobatics that he'd already put into motion.
He brought his saber around to confuse her vision as it sung in the air coming to his rescue taking the force of the strike, then shoving it to the side once more, pressuring the blade, and turning his body to the side to maintain the pressure on the blade, keeping it locked to the wall. At the same time, she had continued forwards in the motion, as one did when making a strike as she did, and he bent his arm forwards, then pulled back slamming his elbow into her jaw, sending her reeling... back peddling towards the now open lift.
He , lunged forwards. punching her in the face once more, following up on the shock of the first blow, then bringing his saber up in an attempt to slice her in two, vertically. She had the mindset to parry, and so she did... but she was still backpeddling from the first and second blow to her face and jaw. He moved forwards, with one hand pressuring her stance, locking his saber with hers once more, then his hand would grasp for her chest, shooting forth a wave of thrust, unbalancing her, and launching her into the wall of the now opened lift.
He rushed forwards as she slid down the lift wall, and plunged his saber into her... but she moved, and instead of killing her, he sent the red blade through her shoulder.. which smoldered open, allowing the blade to pass through causing her to fall to the ground. And there she sat, on her knees... probably in searing pain... the taste of the carbon working its way through her system, while he stood over her.... looking sorry, yet full of bloodlust. It was like he really didn't enjoy hurting her... but he knew he had to. He stared at her slumped form, as the lifts doors closed behind him.. and there they were, stationary in a lift on the Caldarii station.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 23, 2009 14:14:28 GMT -5
The Dark Jedi was already in motion by the time Rhissai's searing edge was nearing his muscular body. An ear rending screech roared out from the meeting sabers as he parried hers to the side, pinning it against the wall. Then she saw it... a massive elbow, flying straight towards her jaw. Could she do anything to dodge it? Probably not, no. Rhissai was still trying to recover from the momentum that she had gathered while lunging forward towards the man. Could Rhiss lessen the impact so that she didn't get herself knocked out by the massive elbow that was gunning for her chin? Yes, she could. The Force quickly surrounded her face in a protective envelope, it wasn't nearly strong enough to block the blow... but it was more than powerful enough to stop her from going out cold.
An explosion of pain erupted out from her chin as the attack connected with the point of her chin. The powerful strike rattled her jaw, her teeth, and set her jaw back a bit. It was very likely that the Jedi Master would have been knocked out had she not lessened the damage of the impact with her powers. Though, the strike didn't feel like it was lessened any, she could only imagine how badly it would have hurt her had she not protected herself. Her feet instinctively backpedaled from the massive elbow that collided into her chin, else she fall over from the incredible forces at work on her body.
The Dark Jedi gave the reeling woman no quarter, however, he pressed his assault on her even as she was reeling back from his strike. She honestly didn't even see the meaty fist flying towards her, well, she did... but by then it was far too late to even hope to lessen the impact again. It slammed into her face, causing a renewed wash of pain that erupted from her nose this time, this only sped up her instinctive backpedaling. Then he swung his ancient weapon, downwards, in an attempt to cut her in half from head to toe. White Fang instinctively moved up in her defense, and luckily parried the blow... she enjoyed being a whole woman. She barely managed to block the next strike, actually forcing him into a lock... but he didn't aim to beat her that way... no. A hand thrust itself into her chest, calling forth the final amount of force to completely throw her off balance.
Her body slammed into the back wall of the turbo lift, causing yet another wave of pain to flow throughout her body. Emerald eyes looked up just in time to see a murderous red saber lunging towards her center mass, it was funny... how at the end of her life she saw all of her actions, memories, things that could have been... but not in a slide show. She more... saw them all at once. Until she reached the memory of that little Chiss girl that she passed up for training, Rahja, how she was sent to the medcorps because Rhissai didn't have the courage to take her as a padawan. How others would be taken if she was slain here.
No.
Those green eyes of hers looked back up at the face of the man as he swung the blade to kill her, and he looked almost... sad? This confused her. Confused her enough so that she couldn't quite slink away from the blade that was moving to impale her, though she did manage to juke to the left in time so that it only seared through her shoulder. A wave of heat and pain coursed through her entire body, it was so unbelievably hot... it felt like she was dipped in molten carbonite. The Aphithiri warriors were versed in methods to ignore pain, even in the highest, but this... this was far too much agony. Even for a woman such as herself.
Her eyes grew wide as dinner plates from the searing pain in her shoulder that washed over and out into the rest of her body. Rhissai's mental defenses imploded in on themselves as she lost any and all focus on keeping her mind shielded against his assault, and likewise the telepathic hell she was putting his mind through abruptly stopped. All that she could focus on was the pain. The Aphithiri slowly sunk to her knees, not managing to utter anything but a few pained grunts, as the blood red saber slunk back out of her form.
The gaping hole in her shoulder was hot, undeniably hot, but it was quickly cooling to room temperature. It was unlikely that her prowess in healing could completely mend this wound, she would need kolto for that, so for all intents and purposes her left arm was out of the fight. “What fight,” the thought rang out to every force-sensitive in the area, “he could end your life at any instant he pleases, you are defeated.”
Her mental barriers were smashed, imploded, so that meant every single thought of hers was put on display for any and all to read. Bright green eyes shifted upwards towards the man that stood over her as she tried to recover from the pain, his face... sad? No... or was it angry? Or both? She couldn't tell... though the prospect of a Dark Jedi being sad over killing a Jedi amused her in the least. “No,” Rhissai thought as she slowly stood up and gazed into the man's eyes, “I won't die on my knees.”
She waited for him to end it, to plunge the ancient weapon of Exar Kun into her belly while still looking into the emerald amethysts of her eyes. Despite this, she was slowly building up her mental barriers... shifting her thoughts and memories into the great citadel that they once were. No... she couldn't die here. Not now. Not from his blade. But she couldn't do much to protect herself... The woman slowly lifted the fingers in her left arm, attempting to depress the “down” button on the lift with telekinesis.
“I guess its over, then. Why didn't you kill me earlier? You had to know that I wouldn't give up my ward so easily.”
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 23, 2009 14:46:00 GMT -5
Ramseye stood in front of her... his heart racing, his eyes full of sorrow, yet his body full of rage.... his weakness was becoming a serious issue. Soon, he would be unable to continue. His eyes were avoiding hers as she looked into his face. he was trying to ignore her beauty, as well as her softness. at the same time, they were blaring out wildly at him.
He couldn't stand it. he'd just sealed the deal... why was he unhappy. Why did his arm tingle after pulling the crimson blade away from the smoldering patch that was her shoulder...He was so confused.
His hand came up to meet his face, covering it as he sighed softly. His other hand, switched the saber off... as he moved closer and pressed her against the wall, quickly thrusting her good arm's hard , in hopes of knocking the weapon out of it.
He grimaced.. once again he found himself close to her.... and the warm feelings came pouring in. Vile wretched jedi, most likely using some force trick to stir up his feelings, he'd never have permitted himself to do so poorly. He'd missed her heart on the impale, and he'd allowed this to drag on and she still wasn't dead.
Then her questions flew at him.
“I guess its over, then. Why didn't you kill me earlier? You had to know that I wouldn't give up my ward so easily.”
He gritted his teeth..Did she think this was a game still.... had he not shown her how serious he wa---
He saw it.. She'd accepted it. She understood... But, then was she aware, did she also see what he was feeling. He realized he hadn't been masking his emotions. Ramseye stepped as close as he could to her staring into her eyes.... their green hues locking with his now brown ones.
"What are you doing to me.... I can't figure out why I haven't killed you yet... What have you DONE!" He pushed her up to the wall as he yelled the last bit. "I-- You had to have done this... you vile seductress. Your making it difficult for me .... I don't know why I haven't ended you. Usually fights like this are over by now.. As you have realized, your chances are growing thinner by the second, yet...I find myself.... oddly week.."
He let go of her and pushed himself away, clutching his saber in his right hand. he wanted to ignite it and drive it through her so badly. The lift had been going down the whole time he just noticed. in fact, when he stretched his awareness, he realized it was about to---
The lift opened... behind him stood a large atrium at the middle of which was a large electrified generator, caged by red and green barriers, moving back and forth, opening and closing. He returned his mind to the woman in front of him.... but she seemed to have something more to say about the now.... and the "them".
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 23, 2009 22:42:05 GMT -5
Rhissai looked deep into the man's brown eyes as she prepared for the crimson sun of his blade to meet with her belly. But it never came. No, instead the bald man's saber slid back into the ancient pommel that he held, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief. But then a wave of confusion hit her... why? Why didn't he kill her? Her mind began to race in the attempt to find a reasonable explanation, and as her brain overworked itself she loosened her grip on her weapon, making it far too easy for him to slap out of her hand.
White Fang hit the ground with a distinct clank that made the woman jump out of surprise as she looked up at the man that now pressed her into the wall. She could, again, feel his warm breath wash against her cheeks, and again... the blood rushed into them. Rhissai'arckan, a Jedi Master and future high council member, blushed a beat red. The intensity of the flame under her cheeks only grew and grew the longer that he pinned her against the wall, she quickly found that she could not meet his gaze.
Rhiss' heart skipped a few beats as he stepped in even closer to her, staring right into her eyes. It took a few moments, but she glanced up into those brown eyes of his... she tried to look away, but could not. Then he started to yell at her, pushing her up against the wall. Her cheeks grew an even deeper hue of red as he continued to push her up against the wall... then finally questioned himself verbally. Her thoughts were running wild by now, “does he really... no... he couldn't... could he?” Her cheeks, if possible, grew even darker still as the blood rushed into them, making the heat that washed about her face nearly unbearable.
Her blush finally somewhat dissipated when the man finally pushed himself off of her, he looked so... so... angry. Yet confused. To be honest she could read his emotions. A trembling hand pushed her body off of the wall as buckling knees led her towards the man. The Jedi Master began to call a blanket of the Force around her, letting it wrap her up in a warm embrace. She then directed this blanket to cover her left arm, the bad one, as she painfully moved it up so that her hand was resting on his chest. The woman leaned in to whisper in his ear, her heart nearly beating out of her chest.
“I... am... sorry... If it were any other time... any other place...”
After an oh-so-brief pause the warm and protective blanket that flowed around her like some kind of silk garment collected into a tiny point on her hand. What had looked like it was supposed to look like little more than comfort to her pain as she raised her hand lovingly to her chest was really a way to charge up a massive push of the Force. And the hand on the chest? Well, it was an easy way to ensure that he wouldn't lob off her hand. That wasn't to say that these were the main reasons for her actions, quite the opposite actually, she was only acting off of instinct.
That little ball of the Force in her hand continued to implode in on itself until it could no longer take another ounce of pressure, then finally ruptured. The results were catastrophic. The massive directed wave of Force energy towards the man was like calling the entire fury of a hurricane on the man... only this typhoon had all of its wrath directed on a foot wide circle. He rocketed back at an incredible pace... to say the least.
To say that she was wracked with inner turmoil would be an understatement, in truth, a growing part of the Jedi simply wanted to be with this unnamed Dark Jedi. The reason for that being so escaped her, it almost infuriated her. She was supposed to be a Jedi Master, not some little girl who felt attracted to some guy that she happened to be locked into a fight to the death with. So she thought these things as she walked out of the lift, calling White Fang to her grasp once more, letting its sterling silver blade erupt out of the hilt.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 23, 2009 23:05:44 GMT -5
He stood there for several long seconds.. she pressed against him. He was so comfortable.. he wanted to sit there waiting.. forever. For a moment, his goal, his objective flew from his mind, as he felt the warm slip of her hand across his chest. then she moved closer and pressed her face to his, only she moved straight for the ear. It seemed like she had more control over herself then he did.. perhaps that was why he couldn't finish it. The thought was working its way into his mind... the thought of wh---
She whispered sweet words.... and she was right. This was not a good place.... both of their objectives clashing. It was tough for him to handle this. But he wanted her now more then ever..... The stupidity of allowing this to continue was also becoming clear to him.... but he would bear it.
Then as he grew comfortable his guard completely dropped... and she moved in. Her hands exploded in a violent display of force power. The shock in his eyes as he flew back hurling towards the reactor was so clear. He almost didn't want to look away, even though the distance was seemingly increasing every second..... he was flying far from her, and not by his doing.
It wasn't until he landed, and the hard barriers and metal bars encasing the reactor core met his back that he realized something profound. He almost said it out loud, until he noticed his vision becoming blurry. The realization was so outrageous .. it upset him, and at the same time assured him of what was going on. He would not be able to kill her..... he was now entangled in a conflict of interest as they called it.... it would be....imposs----
His eyes closed. He felt the cold metal and the hum of the energy barrier wizzing behind him as he slid down to the ground and slumped into a ball. He did not stand up... he merely lay there cold.. dead. At least he thought so in his mind.
He felt like he was dead. His sister passed before his eyes, then followed his master. He'd failed such a simple mission because of a woman. and they he lay silent, his hand still clutching the saber of Exar Kunn like it was his life line.
Darkness flowed everywhere.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 23, 2009 23:39:02 GMT -5
Rhiss couldn't break the man's gaze as he flew back from her Force push at mind numbing speeds. She couldn't. Not even from the great distance, she couldn't move her eyes from those brown pools that were set in his head. The look on his face... the surprise.... the shock... it nearly tore her heart out. She felt so... so treacherous, using something like attraction to get the upper hand in a fight, how could she? It was so loathsome of her... and she rightly loathed herself for doing such a thing.
The woman walked up towards the bald Dark Jedi, who was apparently knocked out from the tremendous forces at work against his body, and stooped down to a squat next to his curled up form. With a sigh she wrested the lightsaber from his grip and observed the finely crafted, yet ancient, weapon that now rested in her hands. It was an object of such terrifying beauty that she felt almost inadequate to even hold the weapon. How he found such an artifact of great... power... escaped her. She shifted those emerald green eyes down to his form, the look of pure surprise still laden across his face.
Yet, she could still sense life in the man's flesh, the blood still moved through his veins, and he had not yet become one with the Force. Rhissai flipped white fang around in her hand so that the blade now pointed down, and without a second thought she brought it over the man's chest... allowing it to simply hang there like a brighter version of the sword of damocles. It took her a few moments, her body poised to perform the coup 'de grace on the unconscious man, before realized that she simply could not allow her scintillating argent edge to plunge into his body.
Finally, after a few seconds, she flipped the ignition switch on White Fang's hilt... calling the blade back into the pommel. Her head hung in shame, the woman simply could not kill this man... no... she found herself wanting to do quite the opposite. She set down Exar Kun's ancient lightsaber and used the Force to push it well out of reach, then slunk down to a kneel... placing her wounded hand on his chest. Rhissai delved her consciousness into his mind, paying no heed to the memories that he held, and lightly grasped the part of the brain that focused on sleep. The woman sent a little electric shock into that partition of his consciousness, jolting him to life.
This was a mistake... and she knew it...
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 24, 2009 0:16:11 GMT -5
Ramseye felt something touching him...something moving him. The cool floor was caressing his cheek, and then emptiness. his head floated backwards... then it was embraced by something plush and soft. His chest then felt the same warmth he'd felt earlier... it had to be her.. it had to be.
She had come over to him and rolled him onto his back, plopping his head into her lap. the darkness covering his eyes seemed to also block out his hearing, but his touch.. he could still feel everything. He felt her hand move to his, and softly wriggle the blade free, before pushing it away from him. He also felt her hand run its way past his cheek, towards his chest.... and that where he lay now.
Then suddenly, he felt something ping him... stab his mind. Something was jolting him.... perhaps trying to slam at his consciousness... and then with an enormous deep breath.. his eyes flew open.
For a second his eyes focused on one thing, and one thing only. Her face. He memorized it, tracing it in his mind. His hand slowly moved towards her face, and he saw her eyes dart towards the moving limb.... but it wasn't to attack. he wanted to touch her. Then the present came back to him... he turned his head away fom her, closing his eyes and sighing.
He slowly bent his body back away from her, regaining his stance and brushing off the pain. He stood up ignoring the woman, looking around the room... He needed a place to put this woman. He spotted something ideal.... It would have to do. However, noticing his saber was far from him, he had no choice but to fight her hand to hand. This was not ideal, or it was not his forte.
He had to take the chance though.... he remembered how when he hit her before she couldn't recover fast enough to block his following moves.... He'd have to repeat that.
He move towards her slowly... she would think he was going to talk but as he closed the distance he slugged her in the gut, hopefully knocking the wind out of her... Followed by a Swift knee to the face as she would hunch over from the blow.
AS she would fall to the ground, he'd grab her cloak and slowly pull her towards the green encased room. He was dragging her on the floor, and hating every second of it.... praying she would just say down, so he could lock her up, and finish..Avoiding as much damage to her as possible. He really hated that he couldn't kill her.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 24, 2009 1:00:31 GMT -5
The woman actually had no clue why she was bringing the Dark Jedi into consciousness, maybe it was because she felt so horrible for taking advantage of his feelings? Though she never admitted to it, she was most certainly an empathetic woman. Though to the point where she was actually aiding a Dark Jedi? Rhissai sighed as she shook her head. In truth, she was acting on little more than impulse... there really was not much of a rational explanation for her actions.
A little smile broke through her otherwise stoic facade as his eyes flashed open and gazed intently at her face. Her little smile quickly vanished back into the emotionless mask that became her face as he moved his hand slowly up to her face, those green crystals in her eyes scanning over the limb to ensure that it wasn't a threat. It wasn't. She closed her eyes and sighed slightly as she felt the man's hand move against the smooth skin of her face. No. This was wrong... in every sense of the word. He was a Dark Jedi... aiming to kill the man who she meant to protect. Who she swore to protect. She opened her bright green eyes and gazed down at the man as he stood up, looking around the room as if he didn't know where he was. She straightened out her knees just as the Dark Jedi finally regained his footing.
Then he began to walk towards her, and yes, she did expect him to say something... or perhaps do something... but nothing violent. Certainly not through a swift closed fist into her gut, believe it or not that was the last thing that Rhiss expected from him. As most people, she hunched over at the strike... desperately trying to regain her lost wind. But, as usual, the Dark Jedi gave her no quarter... he followed up the strike by issuing a swift and sharp knee to her chin. That was the last thing that she remembered... that black-clad knee flying up towards her vision.
Rhiss' hunched spine was forced to bend the opposite way because of the Forces at work with her body, her unconscious form simply riding the wave of actions as it fell backwards on to the deck with a resounding thud. Her arms carelessly hit the ground, head tilted to the left until her cheek met with the cold plating of the floor, and white fang aimlessly rolled from her fingers. She was out like a light.
That wasn't to say, however, that the woman wasn't feeling herself be dragged... she knew that much. It wasn't long until she felt her body stop, her mind quickly went into overdrive. Was she going to die? What would happen to her ward? What would happen to her ship? Thousands of worried queries pinged her mind... none of which could be answered positively. That was when she decided... she had to wake up. Rhissai forced her mind out of the unconscious limbo that it was stuck in, via the Force of course, and quickly her emerald eyes shot open.
The Jedi master whipped around to see the black clad man as he slowly walked away... presumably to kill Shek... she would have none of that. In a quick and decisive move she wrapped his body up with an envelope of the force and ripped it down to the deck. She would give him no quarter this time...
Rhissai was already pouncing through the air by the time his body hit the ground. Once on top of him it didn't take the woman long to straddle his form, now he would realize the folly of his actions. Her specialty was unarmed fighting... the only person to ever really defeat her in an unarmed spar was Master Beleren.
Little bolts of electricity began to jump between the gaps of her fingers as she pulled back her arm, coiling her muscles in preparation to strike. The Aphithiri closed her fist and clenched another set of muscles, sending her fist careening towards the point of the Dark Jedi's jaw. She was trying to knock him out, realizing now that it was a huge mistake to bring him back to consciousness without any restraints to stop him from harming her.
The woman watched sadly as her punch connected with his jaw, the electricity balled up in her fist jolt out and dance across his face for a bit before it finally found the cold steel floor.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 24, 2009 15:19:54 GMT -5
Ramseye hit the Deck. His face tightened in an annoyed expression. She really wasn't going to give up at all. She had awoken, saw him returning to the lift, and in a desperate attempt to delay the killing of the togruta, she'd Summoned an arm of power, tugged on his laegs and slammed him to the floor. As he was turning over, she was jumping into the air.
He saw her coming, but did not have sufficient time to prepare a defense, so she landed on him hard, lacing her legs around his sides into a straddling position. She quickly readied a punch.. and in a glimpse, he could see she felt bad and wanted to pull her punches. The realization dawned on him that this was bad, and she was seriously going to hurt him. Maybe he could not kill her, but she certainly seemed to be able to kill him.
He had only one option, try to hit her as well. As the punch, loaded with force tendrils exploded towards his face erupting in massive power on impact, he was swinging a hook around to her kidney. The hit would contact with her around the time if not as she hit, and would lessen some of the blow. Nevertheless, his head rattled and bounced into the metal grating beneath him. He felt his knee fly up to meet her chest. She howled in pain, but she continued to whale on his face and chest. He had to do something and quickly. He pushed his arm past her punches, grabbing at her chest, pushing to the right, rolling her off of him, and placing him on top. Ramseye moved his leg up in between hers and slid it sideways with a lot of pressure, keeping one of her legs from moving and making it difficult for her to kick out with the other. He hefted his body down to elbow her, but she blocked and headbutted him , send him backwards..
As he recoiled from the blow, he noticed the small gap in the platform to his right. He threw his whole mass onto her, accepting the punches that she offered trying to ignore the electro shock and the pain of each hit. He tangled his arms around hers, pressing her to the floor, temporarily pinning her. Then she began to wriggle free, it was too late however.
He pressed his palms off the ground, sending them both rolling in a flurry of blows down towards the gap. They teetered there for a second before he headbutted her back as she tried to grab the upper hand, then they fell through the hole onto a conveyor like belt, moving towards the reactor.
She was now on top of him, hitting him as hard as she could, and he was trying his best to catch them, or hide behind his strong wide arms. The belt took them into a dark shaft, where the ceiling was merely a foot higher then Rhissai's head, and the shaft was encased in darkness.. neither could see what the other was doing...
Then they emerged back into the lighted room, moving ever closer to the energy reactor... Though now, she had several blisters and cuts on her cheeks and head, and he had blood dripping from his forehead, a lacerated lip, and a swelling arm and chest.. his eyes half closed from the damage..... blinking slowly. he looked straight at her. He knew this would never happen if she had been anyone else.. anyone he could want to kill. This lust for her made him weak. and he hated every second of it as he stared up into the woman's eyes as she looked down into his.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 25, 2009 0:21:29 GMT -5
The woman layed force powered punch after force powered punch into the Dark Jedi, each one aiming to knock the man out, but none of them seemed to. Then that knee hit her chest, and the woman almost instantly howled in pain. Pain. She used it to add more of an animal ferocity towards her strikes, hoping to somehow knock the Dark Jedi out long enough to restrain him. But her efforts were in vain, it seemed that he shrugged off her otherwise herculean blows.
Then they rolled, punched, kicked, headbutted, and even once bit, their way down to a gap in the ground. After a flurry of powerful punches, Rhissai decided that it was best for to try and reposition herself so that she wasn't in such a... compromised... position. Unfortunately, the maneuver would be worlds harder without the use of her left hand... so it was unlikely to work. It didn't. All that she received for her efforts was the dizziness one receives after clashing heads with a very large bald man.
Rhissai could feel it before she saw it, their weight teetered as they slowly began to twist down the gap. It was at that moment that she realized what may be down there... a whole plethora of objects flashed through her mind's eye, everything from meat grinders to sharks with lazer beams on their head. So she fell, landing on the Dark Jedi, who landed on a conveyor belt that led into a midnight black shaft. She looked down at the beaten and battered man through pained eyes, then back at the controlled inferno of the reactor.
It was getting closer.
The woman desperately tried to roll off of the belt, but it was to no avail. He wouldn't let her budge. It only took the woman a few moments before she finally calmed, well... not calm... she was far from calm. At least she wasn't desperately trying to get away, or roll off of the conveyor belt, though. So she looked down at the man's brown eyes through those emerald amethysts. It was when she realized, for some odd reason, that she had never kissed a man before. Rhissai made one final glance back at the reactor before again casting her green gaze down at the Dark Jedi.
She slowly bent downwards, cautiously approaching his face (half expecting another headbutt), the woman simply couldn't believe that she was actually going to kiss a Dark Jedi... no.. a man. She slowly moved in for the kiss...
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 29, 2009 21:32:24 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJjnbhSTuqQRamseye lay there in silence watching her.... his gaze locked with hers, while his mind was prodding the room... he needed an out. The longer he stayed within this proximity the harder it would be for him to continue. He felt the conveyor still moving... they were only meters away now.. sliding quietly towards it.. the energy reactor that seemed to be the power supply for the entire station. His hand fumbled in her grasp... flopping to the sides... feeling the gears beneath the belt moving them onwards, churning them forth. He let the grains of the metal caress his hand...his eyes peered past her... into the ceiling that enclosed the reactor chamber 20 meters up. The tightness in his back became loose.... his head stopped itching... and his hand grew tingly, like it were numb. He felt the bones in his body ease up.... and then he felt the warmth travel up from his spine into his arms, all around his chest.. and then to his face. Music drifted into his ears, he saw her face and head getting closer... the music grew louder. His eyes saw only a silhouette of her... the light faded in from every direction, creating only her dark outline. It moved even closer.. and he could feel his heart trembling. he could smell her. Her hair and essence soaked his nose, saturating the air around them. He breathed her in, trying to hold it in as long as he could, but he failed and only coughed up blood... he was damaged, bad shape now. Her punches hit hard... especially since he wasn't blocking or dodging. And she was electrifying them on top of everything. He felt the blood spurt out of his mouth and land on his lips and cheeks. His hand was still fumbling with the gears. The force avoided him.. he couldn't channel it. It was avoiding him, as if he no longer had any power. His dark aura had left him, his essence was blank. He was just a man now... not a dark jedi, not an apprentice to the next Sith lord, a man. mortal, that was all. He felt her warmth even closer now. His eyes watered as some of the light bent around her dark form. Her nose rubbed into his.. He exhaled in ecstasy...but the rasping breath sounded dying, or sickly. He tried to stop it from sounding so week, but he couldn't. He exhaled right into her face. More water came to his eyes and began to spill over.. into tears. One on the right, two small ones on the left. He felt their cold release as the rolled down his face. Finally her lips graced his and she tilted her head at an angle so they fit perfectly interlocking. His free hand let go of her arm, and swung up to catch her neck, running his finger along the back of her head ending it at the space between the neck muscles, caressing her as his lips and spirit delved into a pool of her own creation. His hand that was meddling with the gears left them only to wrap around and rub the small of her back. He had pulled her in, forcing her to fall on top of him, and they lay there kissing... time seemed frozen. He dared not pull away, they were not within range for him to move and leave her behind a barrier yet... which was of course his plan... but at the same time, he enjoyed the distance. It was amazing. It was pure enjoyment, and he didn't think he'd be able to give it up for the world when the time came.... And so they lay, embracing one another, kissing, moving towards death, together.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 2, 2009 15:18:08 GMT -5
Rhissai simply couldn't believe what she was doing. A Jedi Master, sworn to never even think of taking actions of this nature towards a man. But he was no man. He was a Dark Jedi. She couldn't help but give a little smile as the man's form quickly began to eclipse her surroundings, and she didn't know why. She had hurt him so badly... so badly that he had trouble breathing, he coughed up blood... and for some unknown reason it hurt her to see him this way.
The woman's heart began to race just as her lips interlocked with his, she was forced to twist her head slightly to avoid his nose... and so that their lips could fit together. Perfectly. The woman noted that fact. Her lips fit perfectly with his... almost like they were built for each other. Her mind quickly squelched any thoughts or musings before they could crawl out... she didn't want to think. She just wanted to act. No longer was she a Jedi Master. No longer was she a Force User. All that she was, at that very moment, was a woman being pressed down into a man, interlocked in the perfect kiss while being carried to oblivion.
No.
She refused to allow herself, or him, to die after this. Rhiss noticed that he moved his arms so that he could caress her further, a fact that she loved for more than a few reasons. Not only did she love the touching (she was doing plenty of that too), but it also allowed her to save this man and herself from death by reactor core. She slowly moved her arms; one to wrap around his neck, and the slowly snaked its way underneath his back.
Rhiss threw her weight to one side, rolling them off of the suspended conveyor belt so that they slammed onto the deck. The forces from the impact and the nearly two hundred pound man landing on top of her squeezed out what little breath she had out of her nose. The woman re-wrapped her arms around the man and pressed his body into hers, stroking the back of his neck lightly. Rhissai pulled her had back from the kiss and looked deep into his brown eyes. She seemed to be consumed by those pools for a few moments before she spoke, voice trembling.
“R--rhissai.”
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jul 2, 2009 16:00:10 GMT -5
Ramseye felt her warm tongue....tracing the inside of his mouth, as he did hers. The solipsism of such an activity merely a puzzle to him. he sat there astonished at his actions. His hand had pressed her close to him, his arm locking them in a very comfy position if he did say so himself. The warmth and caress of her chest as she twisted slowly in different directions during the kiss only furthered the majestic spell she was putting on him. His eyes opened slowly to see hers, closed shut and confident. As if they knew what was going on, as if she had planned it... or had seen this and had accepted it. The troubling matter still hounded him. As right as it felt, why? why did it still knock at his consciousness. The answer avoided him.
He brought his leg up around her, letting her settle in between, making him even more comfortable. his hand drifted from her tensed back, down to her diaphram, and felt it slowly shiver until it got used to his touch as it inhaled and exhaled. he slid his fingers across the side of the chest, putting only enough pressure to adequately get a feel for her emotions and pleasure. he noticed how the air rushed from her nose at once when he did, and brought his hands back up to her back, lacing around her.
But as he did.... she did something peculiar... she seemed to heavily push her weight to one side of her body..and before he could stop her... his lips still stuck to hers.. they rolled off the conveyor and onto the deck below. Thumping hard onto the floor as Ramseye found himself now on top. She made a pained groan after the impact, but didnt he leave him yet....
But then he felt her cushions, the sweet red vestibules pull away from his, untangle the knot that was their faces, and stared up at him... she managed one word.
"R--rhissai"
He closed his eyes, and turned his face. Things had just gotten very personal. Perhaps this was the shock he needed to shock him back to his system. whatever the reason... his vision cam back, as did his need to leave. Now she was most certainly risk. If he'd left without hearing that... without knowing her name....He would have been so much better off. But now he couldn't unhear it... no matter how hard he tried. His eyes slowly opened again, and finally he turned back to look at her. He sighed.... she really was amazing, even if she was a jedi..
He brought his hand to his face, palming it and sighing again...He leaned down to kiss her forehead, but instead met her lips. Then he shirked her off, and moved is mouth to her ears, where his warm breath washed over the lobes. He whispered softly and calmly.
"I really wish you hadn't done that....." he stopped speaking for a second.... hearing her slow breathing over his shoulder. He then huffed a small grunt of dismay and whispered one last thing. "I'm sorry.."
He rolled out, and off of her leaving her blundering and full of questions. He slid his hands against the wall as he did, and felt a large spindle and a gear. He slapped it down into the wall, and seconds later heard the hiss. A similar green barrier, like the one guarding the reactor core shot out from the wall, as if it was doing what it was meant to do, contain whatever harmful materials were on the other side. The green transparent barrier now stood between him and the lovely Rhissai. He was thankful.. He wouldn't have been able to stop if she had kept them on the conveyor..He might have died.
Ramseye raised a palm to the barrier, laying it on it, half to test the barrier, and half out of grief. The barrier held true. He sighed one more time before straightening his vest and robe. He looked into her eyes as she sat there confused. It was troubling him... he could feel it coming... He didnt want to stop.... He houldnt let his mouth open... He had to keep it togeth----
"Ramseye... Novok. Heir to the Novok throne on Carida. Farewell, Rhiss..." he let the name slide of his tongue and linger for a second before turning and walking as fast as he could away from her.
He could hear her screaming... yelling at him to turn back. Not to go through with the mission, but now he had to. He had been compromised, he at least had to complete the mission. He spotted his ancient weapon lying on the platform above, a few feet from the lift. He picked it up and stepped into the lift, turning to stare at the women who he strongly suspected he would have feelings for till he died. His eyes met with her.. locked and time seemed to slow, her lips and shouting turned to mute, everything slowed and in that second he saw it. He felt it. Love, for someone outside of his family.
The doors slowly closed, and finally his vision of her was cut off by the closing of the metal doors. the lift would take him to the top, where in a few minutes, he would kill a Togruta, and leave this station behind.... behind in the depths of his memory... until they would meet again.
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