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Aug 14, 2010 22:07:27 GMT -5
Post by Apillis on Aug 14, 2010 22:07:27 GMT -5
Muunilinst... Since the Sith's return and rise within the galaxy the planet seemed to carry a heavy foreboding to the place. Something omnious, something dangerous... especially to those sensitive to such things within the Great Mystery and mystical aspects of the universe. A lush planet that has taken on a presence with a sense of arid dread and stifling darkness. The climate only seemed to reflect the Sith's presence there, despite it being daylight with each of the teams region, it was dark -- the sun of Munnilinst simply could not shine through the dark clouds above. Lightning skipped and crawled across the dark clouds above as rain down-poured upon the ground below flooding the immense expansive forests the teams found themselves within. Thunder roared and bellowed loudly that even the trees and ground rumbled a little under the strength of it. It was as if the the planet's climate itself was warning the Jedi of what was coming for them... ***** The dark woman Acalya was pensive and meditative amongst the two "companions" with her as they made their way through the woodlands stalking one of the Jedi Shadow teams she had perceived. But, something was wrong... like a memory at the back of ones mind merely hovering there just beyond the grasping. It was something that ate away at her, a feeling -- a distant presence that made her cringe from within. The dark woman could not help but sneer at this in vexation as it made her attempts to focus her mind a slight encumberance. She glanced over her should at Adara and Alindra for a second before turning her crimson hues ahead of her, and continued walking as the heavy rain beat down from above. Drowing out the sound of the rain as she continued to try to focus her mind as addled as it seemed to be for the moment. The cold mud squished between her toes as she walked, having walked bare-foot or in sandals since she was a tiny child, cold mud on her skin did not see to concern much. If nothing else, she had a far more phenomenal concerns in this moment. Even the two with her were fairly superfluous in her mind in comparison to what was troubling her. Her crimson hues looked to high above her, beyond the high tree tops of the woodlands to the dark looming clouds as they poured heavy rainfall upon them all. As she continued walking she elicited to trace whatever it was that was gnawing away at her from within, distracting her dark, still equanimity she craddles so dearly. As she walked she unclipped her black hooded mantle letting letting it fall to the muddy ground. As heavy as the rain fell, the mantle was of little use to her anyway. Eventually she paused in her steps, staring off for a second as she mumbled, "I sense something... a presence I have not felt since...", she trailed off in her words until her eyes shot open wide in realization, her lips curled into a sneer while her crimson eyes narrowed. Her steps begun to a carry more of a purpose, her presence itself seemed to become darker -- more stifling as she unclipped her newly constructed lightsaber since her last was destroyed at Drunkenwell. As the rain fell on her lean, lithe feminine form and wet clothes clung to her, her walking pace begun to quicken. Her grayish pallor seemed to darken in its grey shade as the rain fell upon her. Her determined quickened walk gradually turned into a run, then into a sprint, like a predator that has caught the scent of its prey... ***** The Hapan had been quiet for the most part from the flight to the landing, to even now as they begun exploration and investigation. She glanced to the pair of Jedi Shadows traveling with them, they could only be no more than decade younger than her give or take a couple years. An almost matronly concern fell upon her as she ruminated such thoughts. After fighting a Dark Jedi for the first time at almost their age, and with how it went, she could not help but worry for them. Slipping her hands into the sleeves of her robes as the rain fell upon the Jedi, she looked to Vreem with a measuring scrupulous eye, "This is just an investigation to you... right?", the entire concept of the Blades was something that unsettled her morally. Meeting the Sith's rage with one's own aggression serves the Sith more than it ever will the Jedi in her eyes. In fact, her greatest concern being in doing so lead Jedi astray, even to the Sith ranks themselves. A thought that perhaps disturbed her the most. Though, to say the least she was grateful for the presence of a Jedi Watchman being with them as well. She did not know Ki'ang, but Watchman have always possessed a reputation for being great investigators and having discerning minds. Therefore, as logic would dictate an old Jedi Watchman on a reconnoitering expedition is an asset to say the least. Though, her concern seemed to fall a bit more on Vreem, despite knowing of him to be one of the more talent members of the Jedi Order, after all he is a High Council Member. Nevertheless, the formation of the Blades and its ideals, made her weary, in her mind it was just not the Jedi way. Defending those who cannot defend themselves is the Jedi way, but diving headlong into war is far from -- it inches close to warmongering in her eyes; and more so to her previously noted greatest concerns... a fall...
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Aug 15, 2010 17:25:20 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 15, 2010 17:25:20 GMT -5
Thousands of tear drops slammed into the bits of foliage around the small group of Jedi. It was interesting how a singular droplet made little more than pitiful slap against a leaf, but thousands turned into a deafening clamor. That was how the Force worked, too. A single being was little more than a whisper, but millions turned into a disorienting symphony of ideas, hopes, and dreams. Thunder barely overcame their dull roar, creating a cacophony of noise that was oddly soothing, or so the leader of the small party believed. She had always found the a powerful storm comforting for a disquiet heart, and her heart was turbulent. The crimson hued eyes of Master Kirin Amnell drifted about their surroundings from underneath the waterlogged hood of her heavy brown cloak. It was a peculiar thing, how the woman pretended as if her eyes could pick anything but the biggest shapes up in the deep dark that surrounded her... despite the fact that any normal person's eyes would have no trouble seeing underneath the storm clouds. Her beautiful form, full of soft and buxom curves partially denoted her partial heritige as a Hapan, as did her night blindness. She didn't need light, or her sight, to see however... all that she relied upon to guide her hand and her blade was the Force. Though that was not all that the force guided in her life, it also guided her operations. Which was why she knew that their operation had been found, and her companions being hunted. What? Why else would she have lead the shadows under her far away from civilization, into an environment where men have been hunting all manner of beasts since before the dawn of civilization? The hooded woman wrapped that saturated cloak around her body tight, before turning her head back towards them. She'd felt a trio of dark presences on the fringes of her awareness, and was sure to allow a small bit of her presence to escape her tight grasp. "They're here. Oriana, Tyr, Baras, Locke, you four spread out and hide. Preferably in the trees. I'll signal when its time to spring the trap," her head turned to where she sensed Jazen, "you're stay with me until the fight starts, and then hang back and do exactly as your master says." Unlike the rest of her companions, Jazen couldn't hide his presence in the Force. Meaning that any attempt to make him hide would, in fact, instantly tell the Sith that there were Jedi waiting for them. In short, Kirin knew what she was doing. She had been a shadow longer than many of her companions had been alive. Master Amnell knew that she'd lose friends today, and there was no way she would say it. Fear was a plague, one that no man or woman was immune to. The right fear mixed with a stout heart could be an aid, but in her mind a bird in the hand was better than two in a bush. Especially when those two birds could possibly be a pair of vipers. In that brief moment after the small crowd had more or less dispersed and vanished from her awareness, she took a few moments to take stock of the situation... and her enemies. The first two would be a good match for her party, but the third one could overpower them all with ease. It was was a powerful, and its strength in the Force easily rivaled her own. Though that wasn't the thing that made her presence... notable. It was familiar. Though far more so than a friend... it echoed her own, should she ever fall that far to the dark side. Something told Kirin that she was just one side of the same coin, and this new presence was the other. Destined to struggle for all eternity, never able to cease the battle. Lovely. ******** Adara dutifully followed the dark woman as they trekked through the forest. She hated rain. Storms. The chaos of it all. Loathed it. Though it wasn't nearly as horrid as standing out on the arid sands of Korriban. Or the humid jungles of Haruun Kal. In fact, the only kind of environment that the woman didn't hate was the void of space. Not because it was full of nothing but a few life forms, or because some would say it commanded respect due its harsh and unforgiving nature. No. Why did she enjoy the cold vacuum of space, then? It was simple, yet it was so complex. Nothing was there, yet its very nature completely and totally undermined what every being felt to be "normal." A thrown or fired object didn't slow down or fall, but instead constantly flew at the same speed and angle for the rest of eternity. Not to mention that it allowed for the truest form of freedom. No one could find you if you flew far enough and fast enough, and it was nigh impossible to run out of space. It was space, after all. The dark woman cast a single glance towards Alindra when their leader spoke, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. Her dark hood shielded her face from those corpulent, irritating droplets of rain that wanted nothing more than to twist her hairs the wrong way as she strode closer and closer to the infuriating aura of light and warmth. It was false. A lie. There was no "light and warmth" waiting for either of the three at the epicenter of the presence... there was nothing but the heat of combat and the chance to gain more power. It wasn't long before they found the center of that well of power, light, and warmth. But a few minutes after she made that musing, in fact. The one who created it was... unimpressive. She was small, lithe, and a pretty little thing. Prettier than Adara. A small sneer curled the dark haired woman's lips upwards and her eyes narrowed at the woman, who's tattooed face she could barely make out in the obscuring darkness of her cowl. "Its about time you found us, Sith," the woman's tone of voice was one of resignation. One that relinquished any hope of avoiding a fight this day. Adara's sneer turned into a smile: she liked this Jedi. "Though its been far too long since I've seen you, Acalya. A lifetime, in fact...
... sister."Oh now that just did it. Adara didn't have the time for those people to open that can of worms. The muscles in the Epicanthix woman's jaw flexed powerfully, and that smile once again turned into something of a sneer shortly before she spoke in a mock happy tone. Her face articulated to form something that resembled happiness, "oh, goody. A family reunion. It warms the heart, it really does. Who is next? Alindra, do any of your kin call the light their friend? 'Twould surely be nice to know, lest we find yet another annoyance."The raven haired woman's face grew dark, no longer bothering to hold that mock look of happiness, as did her voice, "Jedi, where are your friends? My time may be filled with nothing, but 'tis my time... and you're wasting it."Adara's outlook on the world turned into nothing more than a blur as she flew backward of her own accord, and slammed into a tree with enough force to shatter a normal person's bones. But she'd just have trouble moving like she did back on Druckenwell. "How dare I waste the time of the most important woman in the galaxy," her tone grew apologetic, "but if you can find it in your heart to give Acalya and myself a few moments, my gratitude would be eternal."[/i] She glared at the Jedi, but that was all that she could do as the bottom of her staff sunk into the mud, and she leaned her weight against it to help her up. "Yo-", her sharp tongued quip was cut short by yet another wave of the Force slamming into her body, and carrying her into that same tree. "Silence.
Acalya... sister... its been so long..."
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Aug 15, 2010 23:35:37 GMT -5
Post by Nightender on Aug 15, 2010 23:35:37 GMT -5
There had been hunting to do. Somewhere the enemy had finally come close enough to give Alindra Vordrinn the opportunity to even the score. One of Alindra's deepest ambitions was to punish the Jedi for not accepting her grandparents into their ranks, an act that bestowed her with wild talent that was left in the open to be stolen into slavery.
A slave would never be allowed to dress as Alindra did, nor would a dancer. In most encounters, she would have dressed light, probably trying to accentuate her figure on purpose. To hunt these Jedi, Alindra altered her wardrobe, hiding her leather armor underneath several layers of clothing. Over her robe, she covered her head in a priestess' habit made of pure darkness, a garment that draped over her head and shoulders, concealing the truth of her shape. A think veil hung over her face, shadowing the ghastly paint she'd covered herself with. Alindra had colored her eyes and lips in an oily black, giving them a more fierce angle and definition.
The rain around them did not bother Alindra. She had learned long ago to endure the elements or prepare for them so they would not have to be suffered. When she looked at Adara, she saw a bit of herself. The wild woman, frayed at the edges, barbaric, almost feral. At the same time, Alindra could see Adara was lovely, the kind of lovely that, properly applied, could make others fall apart in her grasp. Alindra thought as much about herself, so she looked on her new ally as a reflection, almost as a doppelganger.
Alindra's wardrobe was more similar to Acalya. Nearly shrouded at all times, Alindra admired the subtle menace and tenacity Acalya radiated. There was no doubt in Alindra's mind that they would succeed, provided they could remain united. It was a silly thought in Alindra's opinion. Only a fool doesn't understand how united the Sith actually are.
When Acalya dropped her mantle, Alindra didn't bother adjusting her habit. It was a weight she could take into battle and discard when she felt absolutely necessary. In many respects, she looked at her wardrobe as a sign of who she was. More and more, Alindra was feeling devotion to the Sith and wanted to demonstrate her allegiance to those ideals.
Acalya started moving faster, so Alindra followed. Acalya had sensed a presence, one somewhat familiar to her. Alindra remembered where she'd fastened her lightsaber and reminded herself of the fastest ways she could draw it with either of her hands. There was a chance she would soon need it.
Some time later, they found their enemy. A Jedi, one claiming to be Acalya's sister. To this Adara turned to Alindra and asked, "Alindra, do any of your kin call the light their friend? 'Twould surely be nice to know, lest we find yet another annoyance."
"No," Alindra said softly, using little more than her lips to speak. "The Jedi had no interest in me or my sister. It is their lack of interest that I seek to correct." Alindra, keeping her thoughts to herself, had the idea, Turn your sister or slay her, there is no other option.
As Adara asked where the Jedi's friends were, Alindra started searching with her senses. She knew these Jedi would not advertise themselves so willingly. They would sneak and hide, but that was only natural. Prey were meant to hide from predators.
Alindra's arms disappeared inside her thick layers of cloth. Her gloved hands freed and gripped her lightsaber, but did not light it. She felt like she should hide her weapon, at least until the proper time arose.
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Aug 16, 2010 1:01:06 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Aug 16, 2010 1:01:06 GMT -5
Rain.
Hard, unending, torrential rain.
I swear it's the middle of the damn day and it looks like it's night, a somewhat irritated Locke mused to himself. Of course, he didn't mind the downpour in and of itself--it was just water after all, and his coat was closed and the hood that could be removed and stored in one of the interior pockets was now quite firmly attached, covering his head and throwing the top half of his face into shadow. He between the coat, which hung down to his shins, and his boots, he was quite dry. But still, something was bothering him. Couldn't ever do thing in a nice environment, could we? I could freeze to death on Rhen Var or I could drown here. Would a mild temperature and a lack of things falling from the sky be too much to ask? Lightning split the sky overhead and thunder followed a second later, rolling through the dark forest like some angry god blindly crashing about. I suppose not.
He sighed as he went on with the rest of the group, his boots sinking slightly into the boggy ground with each step. They were a group of Shadows--well, he was an Investigator, but they were all of the same family--and they'd come to Muunilist, the supposed heart of the Sith Empire's power. And now that they were there, they were digging around, looking for information that might be of use to the Republic. But while they'd been looking, Kirin Amnell, the group's leader, had decided to pull them away from the city and out into the wild. Out into the Force-forsaken rain. The reason was simple: they were being hunted. And so, in order to better their odds, they were, in turn, hunting the hunters. So who's actually the hunter, he pondered in a moment of mild amusement as he idly rolled a small, smooth stone that he'd picked up a ways back over in his hand. And who's the prey?
Jazen was there as well. He was near Locke, as they followed Kirin through the forest. Truth be told, Locke had had reservations about bringing Jazen along for this mission. It wasn't that he didn't have faith in the boy, but this mission wasn't like anything they'd done before. This time they were deep behind enemy lines, rather than meeting the Sith out in the open. Honestly, it would be dangerous for Locke--who was a Knight-- if they were found out, much less a padawan. There was also the consideration that, out of the entire group, Jazen was the only one that couldn't hide his presence. An annoyance, perhaps, but they'd just have to roll with it.
Locke's presence was already hidden, of course; it had been for more or less the entire time he'd been on the Sith world. Good thing to, because Kirin suddenly came to a halt and gave them instructions.
They're here. Oriana, Tyr, Baras, Locke, you four spread out and hide. Preferably in the trees. I'll signal when it's time to spring the trap. You're stay with me until the fight starts, and then hang back and do exactly as your master says."
Ah, here we go, then. Locke's lips pressed into a thin line for a few moments as he nodded. "As you say, Kirin. " He turned to Jazen then. "Do as she says, and be careful. Things are going to get very dangerous soon." He spoke earnestly, not as a lecturing teacher, but as one who was genuinely concerned for Jazen's well-being.
Not another word was spoken, though, and Locke faded away into the shadows. He leapt up to one of the low, wide branches of a nearby tree and stayed there, silent as he waited for the time to reveal himself.
The trio of Sith appeared a few moments later. Two of them nearly made him swear aloud. He recognized them both from the attack on Delspoden Stadium on Druckenwell. One was the powerful woman that Kellick had done battle with, but the other one worried him more.
It was Adara.
Of all the people... Locke swallowed nervously in spite of himself. He remembered her. He remembered the bruises and other assorted injuries that he'd gotten from her. Locke wouldn't go so far as to say that he feared her, but he had a sort of nervous respect for her and that staff now--and that was saying a lot for irreverent Knight. Woooonderful.
He didn't recognize the other one. Her face was hidden by a hood and a veil, but she was a Sith all the same, which meant she was hunting him and his party. Which makes her an enemy. His right hand went up into its sleeve as he continued to toy with the stone in his left. He already knew the lightsaber would be there, but it was good to check anyway.
The trio of Sith were in his sights, and he assumed the sights of his comrades. But if they knew any of the Jedi were there, they gave no indication. Well, not until Kirin revealed herself. The following conversation amused Locke in a way, until she threw Adara into the tree's trunk rather forcefully. Twice. The first time, Locke almost giggled like a school child, but the second nearly sent him from his perch, and that just wouldn't do.
He looked down to Adara and set his jaw. Well, if she's right there... A sigh broke free from his lips as lightning bathed the area in light once again. And I'd just gotten used to not hurting when I move.
Thunder crashed through the forest as he peeked out over the edge of the branch. The hand with the rock in it went out, over Adara, and he released said rock, hoping to get her attention. "'Ello, Cupcake," he said with a stupid grin as he looked down at her. "Long time no see, eh?"
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Aug 16, 2010 17:33:16 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Aug 16, 2010 17:33:16 GMT -5
One of the things Jazen liked about going on missions, even one's as dangerous and important as this one, was that it allowed him to see different worlds. Coruscant was amazing in its own right, with its entire surface covered in city. But because of that, there was much that one did not get to see. The thick dense forest they were in for example. Or rain that wasn't generated from some kind of factory on the planet.
It was in this rain that Jazen now stood, following in step with his Master and the other Jedi. His Jedi robes clung to his body, despite the thicker robe he wore to protect him from it. His head, however, was left unprotected from the relentless rain, despite the fact that he had a hood he could place over it. He liked the feeling of this natural rain, brought forth by the normal cycle of water replacement rather than an artificial one. His white hair was soaked and white dripped from the small bangs he had and it tasted funny in his mouth whenever he had to lick his lips. But it was a wonderful experience nonetheless.
Occasional flashes of lightning lit the faces of his comrades, all of them stone faced and deep in thought as they waded through the local flora away from one of the major cities. With the exception of Jazen and Locke, they were all Jedi shadows; Jedi trained to hunt down the Sith wherever they may be. In a way, Locke was just like them, expect as an Investigator, he was a little more open about it while they did much of their work in secret. It was the same kind of Jedi that Master Talau was and part of Jazen was surprised she wasn't here with them. Part of him was disappointed she wasn't. But he couldn't dwell on that fact for too long; he was quite literally at the doorstep of the lion's den.
The six Jedi were wading through the forest of Muunilinst, the believed capital planet of the Sith Empire. The dark side was thick here, even in the air that Jazen breathed. The group had been mostly silent even when they were in the city; now here in the foliage that Master Kirin had guided them too, the group was eerily silent. Only the pounding rain and the booming thunder broke the dread silence; it made the planet that much darker in perception.
Jazen noticed that all of them, including Master Locke, were dimming their presence in the Force to almost mute. He had tried to copy the skill, but being inexperienced as he was, he still bled out the occasional burst in the Force. He knew it could be the reason they might get caught, but it was the best he could do at the moment. Hopefully, they would notice anyone else before they noticed him....
A fear that it might be the latter surged into Jazen when Kirin suddenly stopped and spun to face them, a small drip of her being sliding from her delicate features. Jazen hadn't had much time to learn about his fellow Jedi for this mission, but one glance at her told him mostly what he needed to know; like Talau, she was a cunning and deadly warrior hidden behind a visage of beauty. And as Jazen had learned, it was a very bad idea to mistake her for anything less.
His body tensed and sighed in relief at the same time when Kirin informed them that she had sensed their quarry. It wasn't his fault that she was now alert; she had merely sensed their foes coming. He flexed his body in the chilling rain to bring back some of the warmth he knew he body had lost, not wanting slow reflexes to make him a burden. He flowed the Force into his limbs to stimulate blood flow, bringing his sense of touch back to a more familiar state. He flexed his body again to test it now and was glad to note that it responded faster this time. His ears perked up when he noticed that Kirin was talking to him and with a curt nod, he acknowledged her orders.
Jazen watched as the other four Jedi, Locke included, disappeared into the trees around them, their presence in the Force almost completely gone. To Jazen, they were gone, but to a stronger foe, a very very small piece of their presence would remain. He did a quick double check of his gear; his lightsaber clipped to his belt, his four custom whips locked in place underneath his robes around his arms and legs. He made a note to loosen his outer robe, for while it was doing wonders for keeping most the rain out, it would only slow him down when this broke down into chaos. Sure he was ready, he nodded to Kirin to show her that, then followed her as she stepped out to confront their foes. After all, she had said stick with her.
So as she spoke with the three hooded foes, Jazen remained slightly back of her, the pouring rain sliding down his face as his eyes read the situation before him. Three enemies. Two that he already knew; one more than he would have liked. The first one, the one Kirin addressed, was the same woman from the stadium attack. The one who had almost destroyed the entire place with just a simple twitch of her powers. Her flood of thick darkness in the Force seemed even stronger here and it made Jazen have to silence the bubbling fear growing within him. Not of her, no, he trusted that Master Kirin could handle her....sister apparently. No, he was afraid being in such close quarters to someone so seeped in the dark side could potentially reawaken his other side. That was his true reason for coming her; he wanted to face the darkness and conquer it for good. Here was the best chance to prove he could.
The other one he knew was the woman who had almost killed him and Locke back at the stadium; Adara was her name. She was not only highly skilled, but extremely intelligent and cunning. And Jazen had to admit, not bad on the eyes either. It had taken a combined effort from Locke and Jazen to just fight her to a stalemate; here on their home turf, it would be that much harder. The third one, hooded and cloaked, Jazen couldn't make out. But something just nudged at him about her. Like he'd met her before.
Jazen had to stifle a laugh when Kirin slammed Adara away with ease, then almost bit through his inner lip when Locke decided to make his presence known. If this didn't break the silent stalemate that they had been bordering, Jazen knew the next move would probably do just that. The ice was about to shatter and the flood was ready to come crashing down. His right hand drifted to his lightsaber, his left arm ready to twitch the release for the whip concealed there. Locke would be able to handle Adara, most likely getting backup from another of the Jedi. Kirin and another most likely had their leader. So Jazen's eyes locked on his target; the one he didn't know. He was about to leap into an open lion's jaws; but he was ready to teach that mouth to be careful what it tries to chew on.
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Post by Silas on Aug 18, 2010 1:10:37 GMT -5
Spirals of rain cascaded from ominous clouds above, their shadow cast out all the sun’s natural light from above. The Force crept like the lumbering shadow of a murderer in the night; the only indication of death before the fall of the knife that brings the eerie silence of a corpse. It loomed in front of him, the face of a beast in the night as it taunted him to take the spoils which were by simple right his. It shifted through the air on this planet, ate at his skin, gnashed its teeth at the mocking sigh he gave it as he passed it by one second at a time. For the hunt was on. Human flesh was caught up in that wind; the scent of something not like them, but all the same in the end. Jedi lurked around the corner, and these men hunted them like rabbits caught in the crossfire. They had brought this upon themselves though. There was no way to go back now.
Commoners liked to tell tales of those with courage. To stand against a wave of people, and die like a valiant while a thousand hosts of men trampled your dead corpse into the mud. Like a naïve child who cried for attention they lay wasted, their only legacy the broken stanzas of some murmur’s song. There were those, however, who would demand a respect, to hold themselves above all else with the sole ideology to bring themselves above those who would cry for attention. With death they would leave their name, their deeds, and a thousand people would remember them whether they knew it or not. Quite reluctantly he stood upon the graces of someone he did not quite know, nor did he care to find out more about. Tonight he’d see what they were made of; both of them, but at the moment ecstasy lay carefully on his mind as it intrepidly promised a most auspicious beginning to this day. The smell of blood on the trail heightened his senses, brought his fingers to twitch as it curiously demanded his every attention. Sometimes you killed to send a message, sometimes you killed to kill, but tonight he would pay homage to a cliché long established; revenge.
As zealous as the Jedi thought they were, their pious nature reeked in this place. Shadows they might call themselves, but they were a shadow amongst total black; a lamb among lions. Winter would come for them tonight, and they would be forced to pay heed to the storm that came with it. One among them was a darth in name. Sure, he had strength. Yes, he liked to play Dark Lord. In the end, though, all that mattered was what happened when you had a lightsaber in your face. When the chips were down he’d see what kind of man this ’Shard’ really was, he’d see what kind of game he played, and in the end he’d best not be disappointed. All of them were strong, perhaps he was the only one with a title, yet a title was only worth the paper it was printed on. Silas wasn’t about to play the child here, he’d worked to hard for that. No, he’d piss on his own mother’s grave before he let this man treat him like some second-class bantha fodder. The other one would be fine if he just did his job with as little interruptions as possible, for this was not a moment to try the old man’s patience.
Am I going insane? Thought the man, his green eyes a burst with the brusque notion he’d come across. Of course he wasn’t going insane; that was a path he’d been along for quite a long time.
Amongst the foliage a solemn bird sung out a lonesome song as it rang through the fall of the rain. Up amongst the trees it whistled its graven composition before another chimed in. Suddenly in the furry of wings, while the last note fell the bird took to flight. In its wake it left only silence, as the other seemed to give up the hopeless symphony. Yet eyes still fell upon him, in the depths of his mind he could feel them lumber in the cold silence of this forest. The hushed fall of the rain down the cowl of his hood made the fabric hang heavily against him, the movements brought more water to splash on him than it probably helped. Still, it brought an image which he could not help but abide by. Sometimes just because a symbol was overused, did no mean it was any less important. The same reason he’d constructed a red lightsaber was the same reason he wore this red cloak today. Not because he had to, but because it told the world who he was. It told the galaxy he was no ashamed of who he was. It told the universe he did not care for its balance.
With an intake of breath he fought the urge to grab his lightsaber right there, he held back his malice as he began to walk deeper into this forest. Shadows danced at his feet with every step, as his eyes roved the ground, and his heart filled with anger beat with every passing second. What did the Jedi look for in these woods was obvious, but even if it was here they would not allow them to find it. This secret was not even their’s to keep, so they would have to quash this insolence before it stumbled upon something they should not. Silas could feel the heart beat of those around him, the two others who he had talked to little upon the trip thus far. Soon he’d stumble across the Jedi’s heart beat, and then. Well then the fun would arrive.
”Where are you, my puppet,” Whispered the man to himself, almost lost in thought.
Tonight wasn’t the first time he’d chased someone down; not even Jedi had escaped him before. It wasn’t just the Force he used, however helpful that was there were ways to find a person. There were blind men who could hear so acutely, their ears almost worked like a bat’s, and Silas’ had little care for sense. Yes, he could find people’s minds, crash into them, and rip everything he wanted out, but he had not so acutely trained in using it as a broad radar. So instead he used his senses to find track them, and when he had them within range of his Force Powers, he would strike.
With a voice very calm he spoke now to them both in a calm, even tone, “Do you feel that?”
Like a pinprick of light he could feel something in the darkness. It loomed on the edges of his mind like a crypt in the night, a song in the silence.
Someone had to play the bad guy tonight.
With one more cautious step he brought himself closer to the light, like a child steps towards the darkness under his bed. It wasn’t about being afraid, it was about them knowing he was here. It was so they could sense him, feel the darkness that came to engulf them, and have no power to stop it. They would feel him, his partners, and know the end was neigh. It was completely about fear, to invoke it, to blind them with it. Even if they would not admit it, their apprehension was putty beneath his fingers.
Someone had to be willing to do what must be done, for there was no going back now.
"Charlill, what is it you....see?" Ask Silas quite firmly, yet in the silent nature of his voice. It was not a question, so much as a command. How he would take that would soon be seen.
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Post by sparrow on Aug 19, 2010 21:06:56 GMT -5
The Green Nitko were supposedly children of the mountains, but throughout his long life, Ki'ang Hsun had always been a city man. He was the last one off the ship, stepping carefully from the solid ground of the landing pad to the forest floor, made muddy by the downpour. At his age, slow and steady was the way to go. He used his staff as support as he walked.
His companions were an interesting group. First was Lamilla, a young Hapan master. Then again, compared to Ki'ang, just about everyone here was young. Having been gone from the Temple for so long, he really didn't know much about her than that. Apparently she was a healer. It was a very underappreciated discipline, and Ki'ang respected her for that.
Then there was Master Took, a high council member, and a capable man, if half the stories about him were correct. There was a bit of tension between them however. Vreem Took was one of the leaders of the Blades of the Order, an organization founded on ideas that did not sit well with Ki'ang. Facing the Sith and protecting the Republic, they said. Little boys jumping into the pool before assessing its depth, said Ki'ang.
Two knights, Erim and Isan, were with them as well. As Lamilla and Vreem moved forward, they guarded the flanks, eyes alert. Ki'ang was feel a bit uneasy himself. There was a dark presence with them in this forest. And what was that smell in the wind? A faint hint of... vibroaxe body spray? None of the Jedi wore any of that stuff.
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Post by Fell on Aug 20, 2010 3:37:59 GMT -5
Varan Raeth's mind scoured the surrounding area for any signs of life as he lightly stepped over a fallen log. They were only three klicks north of Harnaidan, but already the undergrowth limited visibility to only a few meters. The heavy rain only worsened the situation by churning the ground into mud and drowning out all other sound. The Jedi could be hiding anywhere in this, but then… there. He sensed three, no, five of them somewhere up ahead. Their minds were too well-guarded for Varan to ascertain more than that they were Force sensitive, but it was enough.
“Do you feel that?” whispered a voice in Varan’s mind. He recognized it as Silas Isao, one of the other Sith he had been teamed up with for the mission. Varan had taken an instant dislike to the Firrerreo. While the two hadn’t spent much time together, it hadn’t taken more than a moment for Varan to detect the arrogance in the man. He was yet another initiate who was so intent on personal ambition that he paid no heed to the greater purpose of the Sith in the galaxy. With luck the Jedi would kill the fool before the night was over.
“Five of them to the north,” sent Varan. He gently reached out to touch the minds he felt out in the forest and wove a block across each of them. It was likely that they had already detected the Sith party, but to the Jedi Varan would now seem to have vanished from the Force. He considered adding a second block to hide himself from their physical senses as well, but thought better of it. Between the rain and undergrowth they would never see him coming anyway, and in any case, he needed to save his energy for the coming fight. Silas could bandy about his bravado all he wanted, but Varan knew better than to underestimate Jedi.
Varan began to veer off toward the west. If he could circle around behind the Jedi, he’d be in an ideal position to strike from where their prey would least expect it. With luck he’d be able to even the odds in favor of the Sith before they even realized he was there.
As he crept through the undergrowth, Varan felt some of Silas’ eagerness rubbing off on him. It had been some time since he had killed a Jedi, and he had only grown stronger since then. There would be no more hiding on distant worlds, no more seeking for crumbs of knowledge in secret. At last he would reveal himself to his former brethren and make them realize the depth of their delusion. This was to be a battle between the truth of the Sith and the false promises of the Jedi, and truth always outweighed lies.
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Post by Apillis on Aug 20, 2010 9:57:35 GMT -5
((yes... I so shamefully ripped off Vader lines for this, but it amused me too much for this post. ;D))
There was a brooding, fostering hatred that welled up within the dark woman and the malice that pulse from her dark aura only seemed to thicken. As her blood red eyes glared at Kirin, this figure before her -- still living -- still breathing it fostered more of a hate within her than she had felt when fought and killed Kyia, the very Jedi Master responsible for turning their father to the light.
"Its about time you found us, Sith... Though its been far too long since I've seen you, Acalya. A lifetime, in fact..."
Acalya sneered, the the murderous rage brewing within the woman was something she was only scarcely managing to hold back by the grasping of her fingernails.
"... sister."
The dark woman's fingers curled into talons upon being called that. Acalya begun pacing from side to the other as she glared at Kirin, it was like looking at a caged monster just begging for the right moment shatter the bars that bound her to rip the red maned Jedi Master apart.
The back and forth between Kirin and Adara served in a way as a buffer for Acalya, but it only did so much. The dark woman was able to regain some small sense of herself and clarity, but the intense malevolence that permeated from her remained unrelenting. Her pacing never ceasing, it become more of a mental excerise for herself to create her cage around herself to pace within until she had some control over the situation, and place things to her advantage.
"... Acalya... sister... its been so long..."
"That name no longer has any meaning for me.", Acalya interjected with every word dripping in darkness, she paused in her steps igniting her lightsaber. The heavy rainfall hitting its brilliant red beam causing much steam to rise from the blade of light, "Vorxere, Lord of Ruin, is all that remains now...", with a light twirl of her lightsaber in her right hand she begun her pacings once again. The entire 'Dark Lady' politically correct title, Acalya never cared for, in fact, she disliked it completely. Sith Lord, Dark Lord -- these are mantles of more than a representation of noblety, they were mantles of power within the darkness of the Great Mystery. This transcended beyond the superficiality of gender, but something more -- something far, far greater in comparison, something god-like. Lord as in god, not Lord as in noble -- as Acalya -- no, as Vorxere saw it. The women who were Sith Lords in the days of yore never took up these politically correct labelings for it meant something greater than that discourse, and she believed those women saw it the same as she.
"You may as well bring out the Jedi Shadows... they are what alerted me in the first place some time ago, Master Jedi... You're a fool if you think I would have not noticed their sudden absence upon our approach. Unless you believe an ambush will be successful, in which case, I will be more than pleased to proudly rip the life out of them before your very eyes, Master Jedi...", it was almost as if she refused to call the woman 'sister'.
She sneered a little more at this Jedi Master in front of her, there was nothing but hate and in turmoil that agonized within the dark woman just by looking at her, "I see how much of a foolish mistake it was on my part to believe that you were dead... Decades traveling the Expansive and Unknown Regions, and finding nothing... But... I see now... you were utterly removed from your destined path... You became a Jedi... Your mother truly failed in guiding you to your destiny, and yet again... Jedi meddlings cause an imbalance of what is meant to be...", Acalya ranted as she continued her pacing, "Thankfully.. at the very least I was able to correct the mistake set in motion by the Jedi who 'saved' father...", she paused to look straight into Kirin's own eyes as she uttered in confirmation, "Yes, Kyia is dead... I drained every last bit of life out of her through the Force.
"But... as it appears... we have another problem... As I have taken up father's true destiny as it was meant to be... you failed to take up your mother's... But she failed... The circle has not been completed... It's seems I will have to right this wrong, as well... And bring a death upon you, too..."
Acalya seemed to have regrained a bit more of her wits... and cruelty as a her sneer suddenly disturbingly curled into a diabolical grin. With a sudden thrust of her left hand with her fingers curled like claws as massive wave of focused telekinetics exploded from Acalya's hand. As it shredded and ripped apart the ground in its path heading directly right for Kirin. With the speed and power behind there was little more to do other than Kirin being forced to defend herself against it. It would be a contest of strength and will between the two. Though as it plowed through the heavy rain and distorted the very air around it upon its manifesting and coming into being launching for Kirin with its outstanding power, it was in truth nothing more than a Force Push; but from one such as Acalya backing her talent for telekinesis into such a technique becomes something quite a bit more.
As it became a contest of wills and telekinetic strength, and with that devious grin ever present the dark woman uttered, "You don't know the power of the dark side...", her grin grew a little wider, "Your pain... your hate... they can make you so much stronger...", there are very, very few times Acalya ever laughs or chuckles; smiles - grins - smirks, sure, but laughter or some such non-sense is a rare thing for her. With an even stronger burst behind the telekinetic wave, re-enforcing what she had already unleashed within this contest of wills, "However... since you abandoned your true destiny... Unlessss... you give into the dark side... It is the only way you can save her..."
The dark woman's chuckle only sounded vile, cruel and devious as she went on as the earth underneath their feet rumbled from the telekinetic prowess being unleashed within this conflict, "Yeeesss...", she hissed, "... a daughter... a young daughter... Your unwillingness to fulfill your true destiny has betrayed Rin, too... Yesss, like father and your mother, your failure has extended to your daughter as well... If you will not turn to the dark side then perhaps she will...", the devilish grin of the dark woman growing as wide as it can be, as she uttered with an implicative tone and flashing her eyes wide, "...again.", Acalya's chuckling grew into a wicked laughter.
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Post by Jenno on Aug 20, 2010 18:20:40 GMT -5
What a bleak world they walked upon. Even the life of the trees seemed to drown in the grey disparity that swarmed down from the skies above them. The small group of Jedi were in the wilderness of Muunilinst, supposed capital of the Sith Empire though a recent report had confirmed suspicions that this was no their base of operations, and even getting onto the planet had proven that. If this was the capital of the Empire then they were either extremely idiotic or extremely confident as the defences had been very minute.
They were working their way towards the city for now, information as to the whereabouts of the true capital were supposedly held on this planet. It had been a well kept secret if they still hadn’t become aware of it after so many years of the Empire’s formation. But that was this Empire’s trade, secrets. Whilst they boasted wealth that would invoke cardinal sins amongst the every day Republic citizen, knowledge was their true treasure and they guarded every scrap of it with the utmost scrutiny. The Sith Order, its leader, the territories, the members, the Sith Empire fought to make sure that they could hold every item of knowledge over the Republic and the Blades and drop it down upon them with the force of a guillotine.
Rhen Var had served as a brutal example to the Jedi Lord. There had been rumours of the Sith return that had risen in the past month or so and Vreem’s clash upon Korriban with Veratos served as his own personal motivation for believing these rumours. But even he had not expected their numbers and their vicious capacity for killing. They had lost many innocent Jedi that day, most would have wanted to avoid the war and follow the Council’s wishes but that didn’t matter to these monsters that came from beyond the shroud of the unknown. No matter if they were involved in the war or not, the Sith would see the Jedi as a threat and they would be targeted. If they weren’t prepared then they would be dead.
Of course, even now most of the Order complied to wishes of the Council’s majority ruling. Every time he walked those halls he would receive looks of mistrust and prejudice. He had often never seen eye to eye with the Jedi Order, but he still believed in what they wished to achieve, was he so wrong for interpreting things differently in light of current events? He would try and speak to other Jedi in the Order, but he was well aware of Jedi stubbornness and held little hope to get through to most of his peers.
Even amongst the current crowd he could sense the differing opinion and how that culminated within the particular Jedi. Of course, he was aware of the Jedi Healer’s views, she’d made her stand against his opinion quite fervently during one of his latest visits to the Jedi Temple. Master Ki’ang was another amongst them; he was an old Jedi Master whose return had been mentioned in on of the meetings of the High Council. He knew little of the Nikto personally, but Vreem often didn’t get along with older members of the Order. He found they were too often stuck in their love affair with tradition.
But Erim and Isan, they had spent many years combating the dark forces of the Galaxy and seemed much more open to his opinion that most other Jedi were. Sometimes a heavy involvement with the light side of the Force alone could blind a Jedi, at least that’s what Vreem had come to believe in his years. Ever so slightly he was beginning to drift further and further from the Jedi and their typical way of thinking. He supposed he had his masters to thank for that.
As he stood under the faint cover of a tree he placed the datapad into his robes, the intensity of the rain was beginning to make the thing difficult to see. The Jedi Lord let the hooded cloak fall around him again. Beneath the thin material he wore his armour; it had now become his casual attire. The mixture of the grey metal and the robes he wore symbolised what he was, a Jedi of war. He knew what he stood for now, and he wouldn’t hide the fact. It triggered a vigorous response from some Jedi but from most it just garnered sceptical gazes.
Lamilia spoke to him, scarcely, but he could tell that her opinion of him had not altered since their previous encounter. “It’s an investigation, and in my eyes one that could have a significant impact upon the war. Knowing the location of the Sith capital would most probably lead to other discoveries. But somehow I suspect that isn’t the reason why you’re here.” He stopped himself, this wasn’t the time to reignite the fires of their debate, and the rain would quickly put it out anyway. “Nevertheless,” he continued, “we’re nearing the city. The existence of the darkside is heavy upon this world and the presence of those we sensed earlier are clouded. It would be best to stay on guard in case they have discovered us.” He turned his eyes forward towards the direction of the city. An odd chill scrawled up his spine. He could still feel her eyes upon him; they were as merciless as the rain and bitter cold that surrounded them. They would have to move out again soon, if those he had sensed truly did know of their presence on this planet then he doubted it would be long until they were confronted, he would have to be prepared for anything they might have to throw at him.
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Aug 20, 2010 19:07:35 GMT -5
Muunilinst was a wet place, a humid place, but an important place. So important that the Jedi had come, in strength and in numbers. Fortunately the Sith were there as well, in greater strength and numbers. Two of the Dark Lords, in fact, and a number of the stronger Initiates: Vorxere, who called herself the Lord of Ruin and apparently took issue with being called a Lady, and Memnon, who decided he should be the Lord of Chaos. If there even was such a thing in any event. Titles. Most of the time they were useless, but to Memnon it denoted the climax of months of effort and struggle, and he took a quiet sort of pride in his.
Even if others didn't. "Please, call me Shard," the Miraluka said over his shoulder, staring into the dreary forest before them. "I dislike titles and formal names, Silas Isao." The Miraluka knew the Firrerreo was old, and powerful, but physical combat was not his strength; he was a man of the mind, which Shard could respect, and no doubt he should have been up there atop the Temple that day with the others. But, he wasn't, for whatever, so whatever.
Silas asked who was out there, but before Shard could answer the other one, Varan, replied and then began stalking off into the darkness. An unwise move, especially with the ones Shard was sensing out there, but whatever; if the man wanted to die alone, so be it. "As he said, there are five nearby," the Miraluka went on, his arms crossed before his chest. "Three of them are worthwhile; the other two will die quickly, with the likes of you and I here." Keeping his own presence concealed, he focused on the other three, trying to identify them.
One of them, he could recognize after a few seconds. "Vreem Took," he murmured, a smirk gracing his lips. "And... I can't identify the others. Ah well." He shrugged and turned his smirk on Isao. "Councilor Took will prove an adequate challenge, but the others may still interfere. If you wish to survive this I would recommend you and Raeth draw the others off, leave Took to me; he is quite the combatant, if the stories are true, and I am as well. But, you don't seem the type to take orders, so do as you will."
Shard shrugged, made sure his weapons were in place, then invoked the Art of the Small to fade out of sight. It was not true invisibility, but the shrinking of one's presence in the perceptions of others; one could stand blithely before someone and never be noticed, the person's mind simply blanked one out. Quite handy, and quite deadly to boot.
So disguised, the Miraluka made his way toward the Jedi, taking care to make as little noise as possible.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 20, 2010 21:54:28 GMT -5
"That name no longer has any meaning for me. Vorxere, Lord of Ruin, is all that remains now..."Kirin arched a brow at that statement. The Sith of old had often changed their name upon reaching the equivalent rank of master, but a rather large of her didn't expect to find her half sister to be one of them. Little did the Sith Mistress know, her adversary was all but blind in the night... one of the many weaknesses that came from being a near human mutt. Half of her mind had been delved deep within the Force, listening for any and all dangers that were coming. "Nevertheless, you are still my blood, Acalya," she could feel the seething hatred radiating from the Sith, "and you can never fully escape from where you started. No matter how much you try to forget" The Jedi then listened to the first of many rants to spout from her fallen sister within the next five minutes. Naturally, that was when Locke decided to do one of the dumbest things one could do. Not that she could tell, of course. "No, I don't think I will," she responded flatly. Changing one's plan because an adversary demands it is foolish, even if she was aware of your ploy. It was nigh impossible for her to be aware of where it could come from. Unfortunately the woman couldn't send a telepathic message to her shadows... they were concealed. To send a broadcast message would be like announcing it over a loudspeaker. So, instead of making a slight addendum to her orders, she let the woman continue. "Do not pretend that you are omni-" she was cut off when her senses alerted her of a coming danger. As attuned as she was to such things, she determined it was a push. Kir matched that attack with a push of her own, and listened to it rip and tear through the forest. It displaced the heavy rain in its passing, and clashed into her push with an explosion of noise and power. "Omniscient, Vorxere, especially in regards to the Force. You cannot know for certain if you are even on the right path, nor can I. Perhaps Father was meant to be turned, but when that Dark Jedi stole you away he upset the balance... and I was what set it right. Though," she smirked lightly to herself, though her voice barely strained, "I can't help but wonder if we're over thinking things. We're practically twins. Two different sides of the very same coin. Perhaps we were simply meant to kill each other. The Force is cruel like that, too. Lie to yourself if you will, but don't lie to me. You want to bury your past."Acalya instantly set on with the "turn to the dark side, get a cookie" routine, causing the woman's crimson hued eyes to roll in their socket. Kirin matched that redoubled push with her own, finding that they were an equal match. She was about to respond when her adversary continued on, her words rending the Jedi's heart asunder and caused the blood to run cold in her veins. "However... since you abandoned your true destiny... Unlessss... you give into the dark side... It is the only way you can save her..."Kirin Amnell knew precisely who the 'her' in that sentence was directed towards. Rin. Moisture began to form in the woman's eyes at the mention of her daughter. The threat. The memories of the pain of her fall, even if she didn't directly know her that well. That cruel chuckle felt as if it was a twist of the dagger, and only doubled the pain she felt. She knew that Acalya was only baiting her to fall by continuing, but she didn't care a small part of her didn't care. "Yeeesss... a daughter... a young daughter... Your unwillingness to fulfill your true destiny has betrayed Rin, too... Yesss, like father and your mother, your failure has extended to your daughter as well... If you will not turn to the dark side then perhaps she will..."In that very instant the woman spoke one more time, and Kirin no longer cared for anything. The light side. The Dark Side. The Jedi. The Sith. The war. She only cared for her daughter, estranged as she may have been, the one that she tearfully gave to the Jedi during her leave from the Order. Was that the action that had damned her? Should she have stayed away from the Jedi to train her, and Tali as well? All of those thoughts flooded through her mind within an instant, shifting her focus from the telekinetic battle to her own fears and failures. A single image then popped into her mind. The happiest moment of the woman's life, when she held her newborn twins in each of her arms. That image was what made her mind snap. "Acalya," her voice was cold, stoic, but on the inside she could feel nothing but rage, "if you ever even think of drawing near Rin again, I will kill you. If I don't here. I will make it last days. Weeks. I will revive you if I have to."Without any notice, the woman allowed her projection of Force push disperse to the wind. It vaporized, allowing the powerful wave of energy to fly forward in an impressive display of speed and power, yet the woman didn't move. Her hand was simply held up as if it still projected telekinesis. The wave was nearly upon her frame when her palm twisted around and her fingers angled towards the push. Kirin's will exerted outwards not to stop it, but to simply angle it away from her form. It missed her. Then it curled around her back like a python. Then it flew back to its creator. A scream could be heard by every last one of the combatants on the field, and every last ounce of her will and power vested into augmenting the push. The combined might of Kirin and Acalya slammed forward, ripping up clumps of grass and shards of bark in its wake. Logs and twigs alike were thrown with it, and the rain caught within quickly turned it into a blast of water as well due to the massive amounts of rain that it caught. When the push was done she shrugged off her cloak, revealing her lithe, black clad form. She paid no heed to the rain, and called her lightabers to her hand. Each of the blades ignited with the terrifying snap-hiss, and the sight of a pair of violet stars burning into existence. A plume of steam rose from the blade as thousands of droplets crashed into the blade, instantly vaporizing on the super-heated line of plasma. The near human began to walk towards the source of the dark power with her blades out at her side, searing into the dirt at her sides. Her blind eyes held a murderous gaze at where she guessed the woman was, and she allowed a whisper to flow from her mouth. That whisper was amplified by the Force, and easily curled into the ears of all the combatants on the field. Well above the cacophony of battle and rian. "Come, big sister. Come and play with me."******** By the Force that woman knew her way around telekinesis. The second push was considerably stiffer than the first, and that was saying alot. Adara had the wind knocked out of her from the first... but the second, it barely left her able to stand. She barely recovered when a familiar voice called to her from above. That required attention. Her gaze barely managed to shift towards the source when a rock hit her square in the forehead. A scream of anger and pain resounded within her skull, causing her to glare up at the man that had cast it. It was the Jedi from Druckenwell. A sneer curled her lips back as she took the branch he stood on and snapped it at the trunk. Within a heartbeat she tried to shroud his body in her power and then rip him down to the ground with it. He would learn the price of insolence. "Fool of a Knight," her words seethed poison, "perhaps you should throw yourself off of the branch next time and rid the universe of your stupidity."Her staff twirled elegant arcs in the air infront of her body at her will before she slunk into an obviously aggressive stance. Locke had roused the sleeping beast within her, that dragon of dark fury, and he would soon bear the full brunt of its onslaught. Adara would make sure that his defeat on Druckenwell would look minor compared to her victory here.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 21, 2010 10:27:21 GMT -5
Gotcha, Locke crooned within his head when he saw the rock hit Adara right smack dab in the middle of her forehead. He couldn't have asked for a more beautiful hit, really. Of course, he knew that she was an extraordinarily capable fighter--he'd learned that first hand at Druckenwell, and it hadn't been a pleasant lesson--and so he knew she'd probably make him pay. Some things were just worth the price though. Then again, she'd probably make things hard for him anyway, even without the rock, so it wasn't like he was taking some extraordinary steps on the path to misery.
Outwardly he only snickered softly to himself. Words were on the verge of leaving his tongue, but she killed them before they got a chance to. He felt the Force shift and then he felt the branch shift. Locke turned at the sound of cracking near the trunk of the tree. She's pulling it down. The Force came to him then and he leapt up as she ripped it free, thinking he'd escaped that problem. He was wrong.
Suddenly the air congealed around him, closing in like a hand wrapped tightly around him. And then he accelerated. Toward the ground. He swore in his head and braced for impact. The flight lasted for a heartbeat and then he was down, and slammed into the soggy ground with grunt. It didn't hurt too terribly much, though it certainly knocked all of the wind from him and disoriented him a bit.
The hood of his coat fell back when he picked his head up, letting the merciless rain fall onto his head and face. Now that he was wet, he didn't bother to pull it back up--it would probably only fall back off again when they started their fight. As he looked up, trying to clear the fog from his head, he heard her speak.
"Fool of a Knight! Perhaps you should throw yourself off of the branch next time and rid the universe of your stupidity."
Locke couldn't help but chortle as he pushed himself to his feet. The woman had a sharp tongue; that had been one of the very first things he'd discovered about her in their battle on Druckenwell. This, however was not something he'd expect from her, of all people.
"Aphra, m'dear," he said, calling her by the name he knew as he shrugged his lightsaber out of his sleeve and into his hand, though the blade remained unlit, "you're losing your touch. I mean really, what was that?" The Knight snorted a laugh and titled his head questioningly at her. "Been spending too many nights up late reading bad books?"
Locke shook his head amusedly. "In any event, I suppose we've a bit more dancing to do, eh?" He rolled his neck, letting it pop before sighing. "Shall we commence?"
He made a motion back behind him as he spoke and ducked down abruptly. The branch that he'd been standing on suddenly flew forward, borne on currents of the Force as it hurtled toward Adara. Locke didn't doubt that she'd be able to deal with it, but it was a distraction. When it passed him, he leapt, using what little ability he had with strengthening his body in the Force to push him faster and further. His arm swept around, making a downward sweep at her shoulder. The lightsaber, however, remained dark; it would not light until the last moment, when he was fully committed to making the strike.
Perhaps it would surprise her, perhaps not. Adara was strong, and a frightening woman to make an enemy of. Whatever happened, Locke knew that he'd have to try to keep her off guard if he was to have any hope of competing against her.
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Post by sparrow on Sept 2, 2010 3:54:39 GMT -5
To say that the situation made Ki'ang feel uneasy would have been a big understatement. It was cold, wet, and the pitter-patter of the falling rain made it difficult to hear anything that wasn't in the immediate vicinity. Anything could be hiding out there waiting to ambush them. Anything.
He tried to feel his way around through the Force, but the whole place was shrouded in the Dark Side, murky and difficult to read. It all felt like static, white noise, nearly impossible to discern what was going on. Perhaps one of the his fellow Jedi will greater skill in the area could discern something. He frowned, creases appearing on his scaly forehead as he did so. No, he didn't like this one bit.
Suddenly, through all the static, something changed. A flicker of... something. He wasn't sure how to describe it. A strangely calm patch in an otherwise raging storm? His grip on his staff tightened. He could feel his legs tensing, the injury near his left knee feeling stiff as he dug his heel into the ground. Ki'ang Hsun was old and slow, but when he didn't want to be moved, there was very little in the galaxy that could make him. And something told him that the stand would happen here.
"Danger," he muttered, though he suspected that his companions already knew. Another flicker. More danger.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Ki'ang blinked, but in a brief moment he thought he could see the rain forming an outline around a shadowy figure, and a momentary gleam, like sunlight reflecting off a precious stone. Gripping his staff with both hands, he assumed a ready-to-fight position.
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Post by Apillis on Sept 2, 2010 11:39:59 GMT -5
"Come, big sister. Come and play with me."Acalya smirked. "You're a bit late. I'm already playing with you."Acalya made no motion to attack or do anything against Kirin, or at least -- in assault or action through the physical. With the heavy rain beating down upon them and the steam lifting off of the vivid red beam of her lightsaber as the thunder in the sky quietly rumbled in the distant background. The dark sorceress turned her head up to the sky with her eyes closed softly as she basked in the feel of the rain falling down upon her as she spoke, "I find it funny, though... With Rin... she has no memory of you... None that I could find during those years she and I shared together as I guided her from within her mind."I guess you abandoned her... What a lowly wretch you are to give up such a child. Why even bother with your posturing like some protective mother for their child, when you never apart of her life. You never did a damn thing for her outside of having been nothing more than a cold receptacle. Yet another brick to add to your insurmountable wall of failures barring you from doing anything truly meaningful in your life. You could not fulfill your mother's legacy, nor our father's... I wonder where the father is... Never saw him present within Rin's mind, sounds like he failed her too, and given your track record, no doubt you failed him as well... Worse yet, you failed as a mother."Really, I did for her what you could not. Where you failed to give your maternal devotion, I at the very least was there for her where you never were. I saw all her hopes, dreams, aspirations...", Acalya lips curled into the cruel grin as the rain fell upon her face, "...and I brought low each and every one of them... It was I who guided her down the path she was meant, it was I fostered her true feelings -- bringing to light her insecurities, her fears, her rage, and the reality of who her grandparents were... what her true legacy is...", Acalya's grin widened as she then openned her eyes and lowered her gaze from the sky to Kirin and looked her staight in the eyes as she uttered, "I was more a mother to her than you ever were. Sure, I may have deconstructed the entire foundation within her mind, shattered her to her core, left her a broken figure of what she once was... but... that's just proper parenting for you. The best part in fact."After all, I didn't foster her with triviality, I gave her her true purpose... showed her all that truly is... taught her what the dark side is...", Acalya then sighed wistfully, "Then Xyse came along and separated us... But...", she smiled again implyingly, "since he mysterious disappeared over a year ago now... But well... our reunion was simply inevitable... After all, deep down she always was such a lonely girl...", the smile growing back into a diabolical grin, "so in her dreams I keep her company. As a matter of fact...", Acalya let out a bit of a heartless chuckle filled with mockery, "the silly girl got it somewhere in her head that she and I are one in the same...", with her free hand she stroked the right side of her jaw line in an implying manner to what she said next, "I wonder how she got that in her pretty little head..."It was only within the blink of an eye that Acalya extended her free hand, her fingers curled like claws. Bolts of lightning burst from hand at Kirin as the bolts fanning out around the Jedi Master skipping and snapping off the ground, tearing up the ground they even ran along. An unrelenting exertion of the electric elemental power of the dark side. Acalya's grin widened, she was certainly enjoying this, even more as she exerted more power behind the immense stream of lightning bolts. Still with that grin of hers she spoke, "Say it... of the two of us... whom does Rin look like?... Say it! Of the two of us whose voice sounds more like her own... Say it! Whom is she more like?... Of course, you do not know... you were never there for her... She is my daughter, you were just the receptacle. Say it!", Acalya continued to maintain her stream of intense lightning... ***** “It’s an investigation, and in my eyes one that could have a significant impact upon the war. Knowing the location of the Sith capital would most probably lead to other discoveries. But somehow I suspect that isn’t the reason why you’re here. Nevertheless, we’re nearing the city. The existence of the darkside is heavy upon this world and the presence of those we sensed earlier are clouded. It would be best to stay on guard in case they have discovered us.”"My only desires here is to preform my duties as a Jedi Healer of the Order. Nothing more or less. My only concern is injury... or worse... being wrought from over-zealousness.", implying in her words something far more dastardly than a physical wound, but metaphysical one. Such wounds none walk away as they once were, as if anyone could away from unaffected by the betrayal and torture of the self -- upon ones own very soul. Though, Vreem was right, the dark side was thick upon the world as it seemingly made the air heavy, even oppressive. As she walked her eyes glanced over to the two Knights, the Jedi Shadows, Erim and Isan. Her perception through the Force is good, but not as sharp as many others with her ability with the Force, and when the old Watchman paused, she was certain to do the same. Long ago she learned when on such expeditions watch your veterans and seniors, and learn from them. Her eyes narrowed a little as the old man took a fighting stance. Isan seemed to be doing the same as he as light seemed to bend around him as he faded from sight present, while Erim lacking such ability motioned to reach for his lightsaber. The Hapan woman grasped his wrist before her could unclip his lightsaber, "Stay on guard, but don't make your intentions obvious. No need to dive into battle before it's arrived.", when she felt Erim's tension relax she released his hand as she added quietly and calmly, "Isan, if you're still close, and Erim... stay near me."Lamilia then stood straight with a serene disposition as she gently closed her eyes. As she rest the bottom of her right wrist in the palm of her left hand, as her right hand pointed to the sky with two fingers together; while both hands were at chest level. Within the Force the darkness around her seemed to quickly ebb away from her like an outgoing tide as if shrieking away from the shining light that radiated from her with pulsing waves that exuded utter tranquility. Any sort of physical or mental fatigue her companions felt was suddenly alleviated within her presence as she let the light of the Force exude and channel from her into them. The feeling of it could even be described as calming, uplifting, even soothing. It could be viewed what she is doing is foolish, as it makes her a blatant target. However, from another perspective, it could be viewed as baiting the attackers to prematurely spring their ambush onto them, and reverse the situation itself. It all boiling down to ones own choices and decisions in this moment...
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Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 2, 2010 15:01:23 GMT -5
"I find it funny, though... With Rin.... she has no memory of you... None that I could find during those years she and I shared together as I guided her from within her mind."Kirin knew exactly where she was going, but knowledge didn't spare her the pain. She found that it was impossible not to listen to her dark counterpart as she spoke words that wrenched at the woman's heart. What hurt the most was that Acalya was right, for all intents and purposes. A failure as a mother, at least towards Rin, was what she was. Observation from afar was what she relegated herself to because the Jedi didn't believe in attachments, and if they knew of her bond with Tahlia and Rin... they'd have been separated. Perhaps that was the one way that she hadn't failed her daughters. It was the one thing she could do for them, and work it was. Pulling strings, calling in favors, owing even more... but in the end it wasn't enough. She hadn't had time to respond before a arcs of lightning danced between the two sisters. Kir had barely brought her lightsaber up to catch the lightning and pressed her shoto against its back to reinforce her strength. It was barely enough. That was when she could see her face, lit up by those streams of lightning and a cruel sneer upon her lips. "Say it... of the two of us... whom does Rin look like?... Say it! Of the two of us whose voice sounds more like her own... Say it! Whom is she more like?... Of course, you do not know... you were never there for her... She is my daughter, you were just the receptacle. Say it!"Acalya wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing Kirin's grief upon her face, besides tears. Kirin couldn't not allow those, as it was raining heavy enough to make it impossible to tell. The moisture that had been prickling at her eyes flowed over their lids like a surge of water from a broken dam, one that washed down her face and mingled with the rain as it fell upon her face. "Acalya, Vorxere, whoever you are," she did her best to keep her tone flat, as if she wasn't crying, "you are the Lord of her mind and she believes you to be her mother simply because you toyed with her inner workings. Give me a young and malleable mind, and no other influence, and I can do the very same. Its no feat that you've accomplished, only a cruelty."Her night-blind eyes saw nothing but a deep, unending black beyond the small circle of violet light that her sabers created. Kir had been a mother to Rin and Tali for at least a few months before she gave them both up, and that scant amount of time was the happiest of her life. It was in that darkness that the images of her daughters' infancy floated, and a bittersweet smile crossed her face. At the time she believed it had been best for the Jedi to take her children: Kir had feared herself, and didn't trust her inner demons to stay inside. Now, knowing what she knows of her biology, she would have simply kept the children and stayed far away from Aphithir and the Jedi. Though something told her that things would have turned out the same sooner or later. Even as Rin slept below her heart all those years ago, her dreams told Kirin that the little girl was destined to ride grayer path than most. Acalya's words hurt. Each syllable after the first paragraph was simply another twist of the knife, and Kirin knew it. Though she wouldn't wail and wallow in a pool of self pity and loathing until after the duel, when the adrenaline had worn off and the realization had hit her fully. "Why do you do what you do? Dispense cruelty, smile and mock and hurt, and drag people down on the same reckless path that you love so deeply?" She offered a heavy sigh, and withdrew her shoto from its support. "Acalya, you're wrong. The Force hasn't been upset by Father's turning, or by my alignment with the light. It will all turn out the way it was supposed to be."She smiled a little as she spoke the last few words of her final little rant. They gave her comfort, knowing that things would turn out as they were meant to... and no other way. The woman may have failed Rin as a mother, and (by luck) spared another failure with the girl's twin. Tahlia considered Kirin a mother, thank the Force, and Acalya couldn't take that from her. No matter how hard she tried to wrench it from her. "And Acalya," she smirked, "my failure with Rin is not complete." She didn't continue. Any further and she risked endangering her other daughter out of pride. Her shoto was hurled in a high arch towards the woman as she shot lightning from her fingers. If she stayed still the whirling violet blade would cut her villainous head in half from mantle to crown. As it passed by her; hit, deflect, or miss, she would have called it back to her hand. One thing was for certain: she could not have kept up the lightning, even if she shot it out once again. During that time she called forth all of her power not to push Acalya, but to pull her. Should it work, Kirin would charge the woman with her saber up and ready to sear her in two. ******** "Aphra, m'dear, you're losing your touch. I mean really, what was that?" The Knight snorted a laugh and titled his head questioningly at her. "Been spending too many nights up late reading bad books?"Adara smirked, "clever boy. You figured out my name. Or one of them, at least. Perchance you've heard of Masmi Osaka and Adara Cein as well?" Her tone was condescending, but the pounding of her head and the beating of the rain against her heavy hood shortened her temper. He charged her then, but not before he threw that branch and jumped towards her. Adara batted the branch out of the way and moved to block, but his saber was still dark. At first she was confused, but she quickly realized what was going on. It would be challenging to get out of that attack unscathed. Her staff moved to run parallel with her arm, both of her hands supporting as best they could. His blade bounced against the phrik plating of her staff, but not before searing a neck out of her bare shoulder. Adara grunted in pain, knowing that she would feel it the rest of her fight should she decide to keep her staff unlit. She did not. The end closest to the ground flew towards the man's ribs, but she didn't intend to strike him. Though doing so would be all the sweeter. With that, she jumped back and pointed the end at his chest. A gleaming blue blade sprung forth from the staff. It was close enough to skewer Locke if he didn't dodge or slap it out of the way. Regardless, she pulled it back and began to thrust it forward countless times. She would have his head for the insult.
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Post by Jazen on Sept 6, 2010 19:27:40 GMT -5
The second Jazen had felt the surge of power swelling in the Sith before them, Acalya or Lord Vorxere, whatever she was called, he knew he had to move. He had no doubt that Master Kirin could handle her "sister", in fact, he was counting on it. But he had seen what happened when two powerful users of the Force on opposite sides met in combat on Druckenwell; it wasn't something you wanted to be in close proximity too. So the second that anger, that hatred and power tickled at his senses, Jazen turned to the side and jumped with all his might out of the way.
He hadn't moved a moment too soon. The smashing power of Kirin and Vorxere tore tree from ground, shredded the ground, even stopped the falling rain for just a moment. The shockwave from that sent Jazen farther than he had intended, but he got lucky. Instead of smacking into a tree, he landed in a place with enough room for him to roll to his feet, shaking the water from his eyes to focus on the area around him.
Jazen felt the world around him slow. He was in "that" state; the one where he took in everything about the situation present before him, the environment he was in. Because he was still learning how to properly assess things as quickly as possible, he was far slower than he would have liked. But he a small grace period from the two powerful masters meeting in combat, along with Locke's own distraction on Adara. His eyes searched for any other threats around him and when he realized there weren't, he locked his eyes on two possible targets.
The first was Adara. He and Locke had fought the woman on Druckenwell and had barely managed to hold her off. But like he had thought before, one of the others was more than likely positioning himself to aid Locke there. They would be of more help to Locke than he himself would. And with Kirin and Xorxere dueling in each in a game of words and powers far beyond his level, he knew he would be of no help there. And again, one of the others would be able to help her better than him.
That left him with only one logical choice. Six of them, three enemies. So it would be best to make sure they weren't able to assist each other. He felt out in the Force, found that one remaining black spot and locked in on it. The jungle lit up around him, a flash of lightning illuminating the field for just a moment. That light didn't fade completely though, as he saw the jungle ahead of him come alive with light, a light he had seen too many times. Force Lightning. "No" he though to himself, "focus on what you have to do. Be mindful of the world around you, but don't let it stray too far from your task. It will be the death of you. Plan, calculate, strike. Only by following this mandate will you ensure you do your duty right." The words of his old master rung in his head, along with the words of another master he had learned to respect greatly.
"Every second you waste will be used against you in battle.....React, don’t think…thought takes too long and is too easily read in the force. Use your senses, boy, they’re your asset…listen to the force."
Talau's words rung as clearly as his old master's in his head. And she was right; they were both right. He couldn't just rush into this fight without thinking; it was on a scale much to high for that. But he couldn't just sit here planning for too long. So he didn't. He had his plan. Make sure the enemy didn't team up and ruin their numbers advantage. Grabbing his saber tightly, he shot into the trees above him, landing on a firm branch halfway up the mid sized tree. Leaping to the next two trees in succession, he locked his eyes on his target. With a snap of the whip concealed in his sleeve, he sent leaves falling en masse from the branches above the hooded foe, then snapped his saber to life, cutting the branches clean off in quick succession. This, along with the leaves, gave him a screen to attack from and presented the target with a minor distraction. And from behind that screen, he made his move, swinging his blade in short, diagonal swings, starting with one from his right to left, then left to right.
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Sept 8, 2010 2:55:02 GMT -5
Post by Nightender on Sept 8, 2010 2:55:02 GMT -5
Alindra prowled through the terrain watching her prey. She followed his every movement, purposeful or not. He was familiar to her, this Jedi. Jazen was his name. Young strong, full of power. Alindra wanted to tempt him to the Dark Side, make a perfect, willing servant out of him.
He'd defied her, dared to retain his Jedi convictions.
Leaping through the trees, Jazen went on the attack. His diagonal sweeps approached Alindra, nearly cutting into the cloth of her robe. If offended her, the way he attacked, with no notion of sensibility to her sense of fashion. That didn't entirely surprise her. With each jump backward, Alindra tried to widen the gap between them, but it was useless.
She attacked the limbs Jazen tried to leap onto with the Force. Her hatred exited her hands with a boom, shattering the base of each limb. It was an easy enough maneuver for Jazen to counter a few times, but it bought Alindra the time she needed to pull the lightsaber from her robes and ignite it.
Alindra held a defensive position as Jazen approached. She smiled, though the weather, along with Alindra's hood and veil, covered most of Jazen's chances of seeing her expressions. When she spoke, it was with drops of venom on her tongue, menace in her heart, and a spurned lover's tone. "So comes the boy Jedi, questing to be shown his true Sith nature once again."
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Post by Silas on Sept 9, 2010 0:50:09 GMT -5
Cold surrounded him. This place, it was cold. These people, they were cold. Lastly, all he could think of was the chill which sank into his bones, it came from the Jedi, and imbued him with the a hope. This moment was most auspicious, it held with it the hopes of the kill, and the promise of a fruitful hunt. These people with him were just a diversion, a game which he played with to sink his teeth into his prey, which loomed curiously before him. Their eyes shrouded as his had once been, but their frivolous nature did not phase him in even the slightest. If they were to boast a hope similar to his then he would help them to his ends, but if they moved in front of him during his hunt they should be weary. Now he could feel them, all five just as they had promised were there, and even if they knew what was going on, it would be too late once the three came. If Shard was as skilled an asset as he proclaimed himself to be, then this should be easy, however Silas would find solace in learning more about Varen before making assumptions. There was hostility in him, which was good, trusting Silas wasn’t something one should do lightly.
Vreem Took…
The name meant nothing for Silas, but that did not matter, it put a name to one of five faces. If he could know them all, if he could see all their face and call them out by name as he watched them die today would cast out the mundane. It would bring vigour to today, which he could not pass up. With a leer on the corners of his mouth he placed another step on the hard ground beneath his feet. Both eyes roved cautiously through the trees as he looked for them, their shapes amongst the dull haze the misty rain cast all around them. One of them was stronger, that was the one he called Vreem. In the end he’d probably have to save the Miralukan from this man, but that didn’t matter either. The more bodies that hit the floor today meant the less there were to fill the halls of the Order. One step closer to watching them writhe beneath the Sith’s banner.
The two that Shard had wrote off were still Jedi, though, and he would not cast them aside like lepers least they hide something from him. Still, they didn’t seem like they would be the most challenging of them all, but Silas had his sights set on one of them. The man who called himself Shard waltzed off into the darkness as if no one could see him, of course his force presence was gone, but there he stood plain as day. Quietly the old man shook his head, for he was not certain what to make of the blind swordsmen yet.
The other one, who looks like he might be interesting. That one’s mine. You do what you like, just stay out of trouble, Silas projected his thoughts to the third in their party who was not too far ahead of him, but alone as he sulked in whatever misguided attempt at seclusion he brought upon himself. This wasn’t a game out here, there was only do or don’t; only live or die. Hopefully he realised that now, but if he didn’t there would be another forgotten corpse tossed up on the levees of this war, forgotten more surely than if he’d never been born.
Through the trees he could see the one that he had come here for, the one he would kill. With both eyes locked firmly on the creature behind the trees, what appeared in the distance to be a Nitka, or something similar to that looked back at him. Whether he could or could not see Silas was not an issue, for he did not fear him in the slightest. Out of the trees he mad his way as one hand grabbed one of the lightsabers at his hip, hefting it with one hand lightly. This one had a yellow beam, to remind him of who they were, and what the had done. To bring him back to a time when he’d been young, and more innocent. Back to the time when they’d tried vainly to take away everything that had meaning to him, and when he’d fought for that right. Now, once again he was faced with that task, and like then he would not fail.
”Oh, dear Jedi. Do you know the plight you are faced with?” Silas asked calmly more to the air, than anything else, for he doubted this Jedi could hear him, ”I hope you do for interest’s sake. I sincerely hope you don’t die before I can savour the moment.”
Now, his little spiel over he ignited his lightsaber quite abruptly as he stopped, now not too far from where the Nitka stood. Yellow streaked through the air, but before he could bring the barbaric weapon after this person his mind touched that ever present aura around him. Like a viper he snatched it least the power leave him, and with all his strength he hurled tendrils of the Force at the man. Behind him was another whom was his real target in this torrent, for he would like to deal with him at a later time. Right now he had more serious business to attend to.
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The ring-dang-doo, now what is that?
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Post by Rugs on Sept 12, 2010 12:01:38 GMT -5
"Clever boy. You figured out my name. Or one of them, at least. Perchance you've heard of Masmi Osaka and Adara Cein as well?"
That gave Locke pause as he charged over the mud-slick terrain toward Adara. He didn't recognize any of the other names, no. But, if this woman, this... whatever her name was went by so many names, which was her real name? It was a question for later.
His saber neared her shoulder and exploded to life, bathing them and the area around them in its orange light. She stopped the blade from digging through her torso, but it nicked her, and that was a good enough start.
Her reaction was swift though, and she brought the other end of her staff around, up at his ribs. He started to move out of the way, hopping back to avoid the hit, but the soggy ground proved to get in the way. His boot sunk a bit into the mud as he pushed off, delaying him and throwing him off just enough for the staff to smack him hard in the ribs.
Locke groaned through his teeth as pain swept out from the impact, but he continued to move back, and safely out of harm's way. That's gonna bruise, he mulled. The first of many, I'm sure.
But, at the same time that he'd been jumping back, so too had Adara. Now her staff was pointed straight at him, with the tip hovering less than a foot away from his stomach. His body moved on impulse, as his mind remembered the lightsaber that she kept within the staff.
No sooner was he out of the way than that familiar blue blade jumped out from the end of the staff, lighting up the space where he'd been only a moment ago.
"Now, if-" He started, before she thrust the weapon forward at him again, forcing him to move out of the way. "No-" Another thrust, forcing another dodge.
And so the pattern continued, as she continued to thrust out at him again and again, forcing him to dance out of the way or knock the pike away with his blade. "Dammit woman, let me talk!"
While Locke was agile, the current pattern wasn't one he couldn't allow to keep going. She was forcing him back, away from the rest of the group and the protection that came with it. If he ended up isolated, against this woman who he knew was stronger than he, he'd be through. So he watched, waiting for an opportunity to make a counter.
It came a few moments later. Adara thrust her pike out toward him again, and this time, rather than dodge or knock it aside, he caught it on his saber and brought it around, in a downward sweep of a circular parry that ended up with both weapons out to the side--his blade on the inside, with her staff/pike pressing in from the outside. He held the blade there and rushed forward, stepping in past the bottom of the lightsaber blade and dragging his saber down along the staff with him, to try to keep her from pushing it into him.
When he got close to her, he threw his hand forward in a punch, but the punch would never come. His fist was closed to give the appearance of one, but at the last moment, it stopped to open up, and a blast of the Force would explode out from it, with every intention of hurling her back and to the ground.
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