Caught

[Miri Mojito]

This had to be one of the worst places in the galaxy. The driving wind and sand, the unrelenting heat, and the baren wastelands. It was so unhospitable in the eyes of Mirian Fel, the knight sent to resolve some conflicts in the area. For her though the area was more than just environmentally unpleasant, it also had lasting memories, and scars. This is where she had been born, where she had been a slave, and where her mother had been killed. WHile this would not normally create these feelings in a jedi, Mirian was different. She already expereinced feelings of doubt and confusion, over the love that she had now sahred with another Jedi. It was the kind of thing that her masters had warned her about, and she couldnt understand why. It felt so amazing to have this connection with another.

The Miraluka let out a sigh as she escaped from the seemigly only crowded street in the city, turning down a side street that opened into a courtyard. She had come here before, knowing that few people seemed to come here for some reason. It was a nice place to escape and think for a moment. At least to focus on her next objective. At the moment it was unclear, she had spoken with Motta the Hutt again, an unpleasant experience, and had conversed with the traders lodging the complaints. So far both parties seemed in the right and a proper concensus would not be reached easily. If she had it her way she might subtly nudge them both towards a mutually beneficial agreement with her lightsaber.

ALas this was not the way of the Jedi, another aspect that had been of confusion to her. SHe knew what the proper anwser would be to this problem, but she was not allowed to make them see it? It made no sense to her, not any more. Perhaps this is why she was sent out here. Not so much to fix this issue but to also get away and reconeect to herself, free of distractions.

Now however something felt off. The deserted street was not so Deserted. ANd the feeling of something dark loomed heavy around her. It was like something evil in the force was nearby, but not like any sith she had ever encountered before. It was powerful, and yet elusive. Instinctually Miri lowered her hands to her belt where her lightsabers lay waiting and ready.

[Hotel]

Lady Madora glanced up at the sun once more, then fixed the hood of her tan cloak and began walking once more. She had chosen tan to help from attracting too much heat. She knew how devastating it could be. She let out a silent sigh and walked into the nearest cantina, hoping to find the one she was after here.

She had heard rumors of a lone Jedi being on Tatooine. She jumped at the chance and immediately took off. Upon arriving she chose to hide her customary clothing under a cloak she had "persuaded" one of the merchants to give to her, with the help of her lightsaber.

It had been a long day, and she was running out of patience. The cantina had been a bust, and she was once more walking out into the hot sun. However her frustrated frown turned to a twisted smile as she finally sensed something nearby. She saw a figure turn out into an open courtyard. Could this be the Jedi she had been searching for? She quickly followed the woman, but made sure to stay out of sight before she knew for sure.

Following the woman into the courtyard, she began to probe at her mind for any thoughts lingering on the surface. However she need not have bothered as she saw the woman going for a very familiar looking type of weapon. That was all she needed for confirmation. Her voice echoed into her head. "That is pointless." She reached for one of her own curved hilts, a pink beam erupting from it.

[Miri Mojito]

Miri stopped in her tracks, as if frozen to the spot. She dared not even to turn to face the woman, though that was of little concern as through the force she could already see her. It was no question that the woman was a sith, as Miri could sense her power and feel her anger. Even from this point, this early on she knew the Sith was more powerful than she was, and that she had little hope of winning in a confrontation. But given who she was, and what her job as a jedi was, it would seem a confrontation was going to happen.

"It is never pointless to fight for what is right" Her voice was calm and cool. She would not show fear, nor anger, it would just give the sith too much satisfaction. She pulled one of the blades free of her belt, igniting the thin purple blade as she did. Its hum was comforting to her, it always had been, and it had never let her down. It was strange now, with a blade in hand she suddenly felt more confident in her abilities, perhaps she had a chance after all.

Miri turned sharply now on her toes, pointing the blade towards the ground beside her. She took a moment, unfastening her cloak with her free hand, and tossing it to the ground. "You know you can still be saved... We dont have to do this..." That was her attempt to disarm the fight before it began. SIlently Miri prayed that the Sith was just as arrogant and aggressive as the others and would refuse to surrender, she wanted the fight, the chance to try and beat this woman.

"But I am assuming that as I have no intention of backing down, you will at least do me the courtesy of not surrendering either. You can still be saved... after I am done with you." This was a very un Jedi like thing to say, and it perhaps mirrored her own suppressed anger at having to be here. SHe would deal with this aggression later through meditation, but for now she would let out some of that anger, after all what harm could it do.

[Hotel]

She would let out a silent laugh every time the girl mentioned 'saving' her. "Save me? I don't want to be saved. I don't need to be saved. You are the one that is bound in chains, shackled to the order."

As her words echoed through the Jedi's head she moved ever closer to her until she was less then five feet away. She looked up from under her hood, her black eyes staring at the woman's face. It was then that a wicked grin touched her lips. "There is nothing better then spilling the blood of a worthless Jedi." And then she struck.

Crouching down, she quickly pounced. Slashing out with her saber, she deactivated it at the last second, hoping to catch the woman off guard if she went to parry or block, only to reactivate it a moment later, hopefully behind where the blade was.

[Miri Mojito]

Mirian was shocked with how quickly the woman attacked. Her speed and accuracy even in this first strike was suprisingly good. The first move in general a vertical slash seemed to be perfectly placed to slice her in half, if not for her own uniquely tuned reflexes and natural agility. In that same instance as the Siths blade made its deadly arc towards her midsection Mirian moved to dodge the attack rather than try and block it. In her own opinion blocking it this early on would prove to be a manuever far too exposing, especially when she had no idea what the woman was capable of.

In a flash She bent backwards forming a perfect bridge that would allow the blade to travel along its arc over top of her harmlessly. However as it did Mirian noticed it had deactivated and reactivated quickly. This was much to precise and well timed to be a glitch in the blade, no instead the woman was employing the dangerous art of Trakata. It had been that discipline that had nearly killed her years before, Mirian knew just how dangerous it was and now more than ever she would need to be cautious.

With the blade safely a few inches past where her body would have been Mirian continued to toss her weight backwards pushing over her hands and flipping back onto her feet. AS she did so she pulled the second and shorter blade from her belt and activated it. The twin blades hummed in an eerie harmony. Without wasting a second she lunged foreward into her own attack, swing the longer blade in an upward slash, while keeping the second held in a reveresed defensive grip.

[Hotel]

Finding she hit nothing but air, she continued the slash into a spin. While she did she slid a second hilt from her robe, though kept it deactivated.

As she turned to face the girl once more, she brought up the activated blade to meet her opponents from above in an attempt to slam it down towards the ground.

While she did this, she would thrust forward as if to punch, activating the second blade as she did, making sure the punch was off center so that the blade would move forward parallel to her body as it flew towards her with her first.

[Miri Mojito]

Suddenly in a flash Mirians second blade advantage disapeared as the Sith produced a second of her own. This was of no matter as she had intended to kill with the upward slash, and end the fight outright. Alas this would not be the case as the Woman proved to skilled to be defeated like this. Her won blade seemed to appear again from an upward angle, with such force that Miris blade was slammed into the ground. She was pulled foreward with it, exposing her to the sith, making it easy for a ssecond strike. And just as she had realised that the second strike came, as the womans second blade burst to life and was brought up as if to slice through her very torso yet again.

Given Mirians dual wielding training, and unique backhanded grip she was more than capable of blocking this blow. Her right hand shot up quickly, the shorter purple blade in her grasp, acting as a thin barrier against the opposing blade. A loud spark erupted as the energies collided and reacted with eachother. At the point of contact with both sets of blades raw energy seemed to radiate, as sparks seemed to skip from one to the other. This was her chance now, to gain an advatage, at least momentarily. with a great heave she pushed the Siths blade down, as she did that she twisted her body, bringing herself right up against the womans side, so that they stood shoulder to shoulder.

The blades had all been pushed down now, and in such all 4 were touching one another. The energy being released was incredible, as each individual blade reacted to the contact with the others. They hissed loudly, voicing there disapproval, and threw sparks to the ground rather angrily, but still Mirian was not about to let up not yet. Of course this was pointless, if she tried to hold the sith woman here like this she would no doubt tire and be defeated for her own lack of forsight. Something needed to be done. "It looks like we are stuck... If you move, ill cut you down, and if I move youll no doubt do the same. If either of us falters then we will Die, and If ou blades should fail will we duel with sticks?"

Mirian hated what she was about to do, to show mercy, to surrender the battle for the sake of the war. It was a terrible way to go about defeating a sith, but it had to be done. "Perhaps we should start again, and avoid such a stalemate so that one of us will at least die fighting." It sounded stupid, there was no way the sith would go for it, they were too prideful, much like she could be.

[Hotel]

She blinked as the girl maneuvered herself, trapping all of their blades together at the ground. This girl was good, but she was arrogant. And that arrogance just might be her downfall.

As the woman made her offer she gave her a nod, deactivating her sabers as a sign of trust. "I see you are an honorable fighter." She gave the woman a polite tip of her head, her black eyes never leaving her.

[Miri Mojito]

For a moment Mirian was just as suprised as the Sith appeared to be. SHe had accepted the terms to end this and begin again. Perhaps there was hope for her. If she could see the folly of fighting like this maybe she would see the folly of the darkside and surrender. Maybe this would all end okay, and Mirian could return to the temple a hero. Alas this was not a fairytale, and would not be. Still the delusion was nice in its own way. She let out a sigh now deactivating her own blades to reflect the Sith's show of trust.

"I see you are an honorable fighter."

Mirian nodded at her words. It was almost unnatural to hear something like this, something not dripping in venom to be spoken by a sith. Now there was little else she could do. She had instigated a stalemate, laid down some terms, and now, she had to abide by them. With a gentle sigh she relaxed her posture a moment, and turned around, taking several steps away from the woman. Her intention was to reach a point turn to face her and begin the fight again. What she should have done is observed the woman through the force, instead however she had found herself thinking only of returning to the temple and telling everyone of what had transpired. It was her pride now that would yet again put her in peril.

[Hotel]

She let out a smirk as she watched the woman turn. After watching her take only a few steps, she stretched out her hand. Lightning flew from her fingertips and arced at Miri's back, the smirk upon her face turning to a wicked grin.

[Miri Mojito]

Suddenly it was as if every nerve in her body was on fire. She had been betrayed, tricked, and played by this Sith. The woman had atacked her with a volley of lightning. It arched up her back, from hip to neck, coursing through her body, causing muscle spasms and extreme pain. She knew the feeling, having fought many sith before, though this was more intense, sahrper, hotter, and so ful of power. The attack brought the Miraluka to her knees as she let out a cry of pain. She had to resist however, she had to stay strong and fight.

Mustering all the focus she could given her current state, Mirian turned on the spot, and directed a blast of force energy at the Sith. It had not been anything complex, but in its own respects it was not simple. It was a telekinetic push, one she had learned to use while in combat most effectivly. The goal was not to maim, or kill her opponent, instead she was drying to break focus for a moment, force her to stop the onslaught and allow her time to stand up.

"Dirty trick sith..." Mirian hissed as she raised up to her feet again, less stable than she had been. She reactivated her blades again, holding the shorter one in a reversed grip out in front of her, while its longer counterpart was pointed at the gound at her side.

[Hotel]

As the woman's attack hit her it pushed her back a few feet, but managed to break her concentration, ending the barrage of lightning. Such futile attempts. She smirked as Miri once again began to rise.

"Trick? Let me teach you something? Does honor matter if you are dead? No. Those that fight honorably die just the same as everyone else. You have to do what it takes to survive." She would repeat the words over and over in the woman's head as she raised her saber once more, this time waiting for her to make the first strike.

[Miri Mojito]

"You have to do what it takes to survive."

These words seemed to be burned into Mirian's mind, replaying on a loop. Their innitial meaning was lost on her, she was a Jedi, her life was sacrifice and by relation her survival unneeded. SHe did however take this break in combat to regain her composure and steady herself as best as she could. She was focused now on the Sith, as if she was the only thing left in existence. The jedi had often discouraged her from focusing like this, as it would often lead her to trouble. But they were not here now, and she needed to be aware of the Sith and only the sith now.

Still in her arrogance she had lost sight on the trap being set. The Sith woman was waiting for her to strike now, waiting for her to take the first move, and open herself. And this is exactly what Mirian did. In a flashe she lunged foreward, striking firts with the longer blade, and then with the shoto blade, thrusting one after the other in a repeated jabbing motion.

[Hotel]

She smirked at the woman, preparing for the strikes she knew to come. She had some surprises in store for her, stuff she knew the Jedi would never expect. This is going to be fun.

The moment she saw the Jedi begin to move, she unfurled her wings. Only a few feet away she took to the air, though unfortunately not fast enough. A wince left her as she felt one of the blades burn her leg. However she kept her concentration as best she could.

As she hung in the air above the woman she aimed both hands down, sending down a storm of lightning upon her, a wicked grin upon her face as the bolts flew to the ground towards her target.

[Miri Mojito]

In a flash Mirian seemed to have gained control of the fight, striking fast and true, though most all her jabs were easily parried. It was then that the sith regained control yet again, unfurling massive wings and leaping into the air. At this point Mirian scored her only real hit, singing the womans leg with her blade, nothing serious, or even enough to halt the Siths movement. In truth it had been a lucky strike, guided to its mark only by the fact that the sith had moved in a fashion most unexpected.

It was at this point that Mirian thought she had it figured out. A move like this would have carried the sith over her head and brout her landing behind the jedi. This was what she would anticipate, and how she responded. In one massive swing, immediatly following her succesful hit, Mirian brought herself around 180 degrees, swinging both blades, one at chest height the other at knee height. Both hit nothing but air. The Sith had not landed behind her, and in this moment of foolish arrogance she had left herself open again.

Her failure was rewarded by another blask of shocking energy to her back. This time from above, and far more sever than the last. The electricity licked at her tender body, coursing through her, singing her skin at some points. The pain was intense, but the worst part was the paralyzing effect it had on her as all her muscles spasmed together siezing up. The Miraluka fell to her knees again, this time falling foreard onto her hands as well.

[Hotel]

She hovered for a few more seconds, then dropped back to the ground, never once halting her assault. Such easy prey. A silent laugh of victory left her as she walked over to the body, finally ending her assault. As she turned her sabers off, she reached for the Jedi's sabers, pocketing them. She would destroy them later.

Gazing down at the Jedi, she used one foot and turned her onto her back, staring down into her eyes with her own cold, black eyes. "Are you ready to die?"

[Miri Mojito]

Suddenly Mirian felt exposed and vulnerable. The sith had taken her blades. They had always been by her side, had always protected her, and now were gone. She let out a moan of pain as she was pushed over onto her back. The sith woman had asked if she was ready to die. If it was her time then yes, but she wouldnt give the woman the satisfaction of hearing her say it. Instead she spit, as far and as hard as she could at the sith. "There is no death, there is only the force." Even now she would prove defiant to the end, to show no fear. After speaking she tried to roll over onto her hands and knees again with the intention of standing up.

[Hotel]

She blinked as the woman's spit landed on her cheek. Cooly she wiped it off of her face, then let out a gutteral, odd sounding snarl of anger, a type of sound she rarely made, due to it causing pain in her throat caused by her malformed vocal cords.

She slammed her foot into the Jedi's chest as she tried to rise and pinned her to the ground. "You dare to spit on me?!" She gave another hard stomp on her chest. This woman didn't deserve just death. Oh no... She would destroy her, make her wish she had never been born. Death would be a release for her in the end. She then grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her to face level. Her free hand would backhand her hard. After that she would spit right in her face. "Jedi filth."

[Miri Mojito]

Miri felt the womans fott connect with her chest rather harshly. The impact knocked the wind air right out of her lungs, and left a feeling like her rib might have broken. Suddenly it hurt to breath, hurt to move, hurt to just be alive. Something in the back of her head wanted to surrender, demand the Sith kill her now and be done with it. The logical side of her knew this would never happen, The sith were often fans of torturing their victims. She let out a cough, tasting blood no doubt from the recent strike.

A moment later Mirian was being lifted by her hair to eyelevel with the Sith. While she could not see the woman in conventional means, she could only assume there was a look of severe distaste on her face. A smile crept accross her lips as she felt the sith spit back at her and utter the words "Jedi Filth" rather venemously. For someone so powerful, she had just opened herself up to Mirian.

In a flash Mirian mustered all her strength and given her situation all her anger. The Miraluka latched onto the womans wrists and attempted to direct her own anger at her, in the same fashion she had been recieving it. Small sparks shot from her hands, and a mild electrical current formed pulsing from her own body into the Siths. Using this dark form of force control was her first step to falling, to becoming more than what she had allowed herself to be.

In the attempt Mirian had used up most of her remaining strength, leaving herself with nothing. The woman passed out now, losing consciousness, never to wake and see the universe the same way again.

[Hotel]

She flinched slightly at the light jolt, dropping the girl. Shaking her hands, she looked down at the girl, confused. Did she just... Madora let out a silent sigh. It didn't matter.

She bent down and grabbed the girl, throwing her unconscious form over her shoulder. She carried her all the way back to the spaceport. The two of them were gonna have some fun back home.