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Post by Foxfire on Jun 15, 2012 21:18:32 GMT -5
The returning hoome of a wayward child was supose to be a happy one but for Mal Konti his was sad and in secret. A small group on the planet of Nal Hutta was having to deal with a break out of skin rot. It happened from time to time on this water logged planet. Unsanitary conditions had always made for a breeding ground of skin rot. Mal was there to help stall it's southward march.
The meds were easy to come by but getting them planet side had always had that minor problem.... the ruling hutts. This time though the Healer Order had their own hutt to counter the orbital ships. though Mal and the med-ships had a fair landing and was unmolested by the orbital guards the ground forces were another matter and Mal had to use both mind tricks and the promise of money to get by them.
The first of the slave towns was in bad shape many were loosing body parts and some had it internally, so for them death was the only thing they were waiting, hope had come to late for them. Saddened Mal worked quietly for hours on end till the night fell upon the planet.
In quiet meditation Mal's force visions were all over the place. The massive extent of the life on the planet was baring down on his mind and on the force. Nature was out of balance and Mal could do little but put a band-aide on a gapping roting stomuch wound. Yet he tried to sit quietluy and listen to the most pressing voices.
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Jun 20, 2012 12:23:24 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 20, 2012 12:23:24 GMT -5
Selene Andalara was in a difficult position, and she hated that. Some people thrived off of challenges and adversities, embracing them and overcoming them. Other people just descended lower and lower into the pit of despair, anger, and negative emotions. The Daravin fortune teller belonged to the latter group.
Currently she was on Nal Hutta, which was not a ‘glorious jewel’ as advertised. Coming had been one of her biggest mistakes, and for it she was almost berating herself. Yes, she realized coming had been her fault alone, but she was reluctant to be harsh on herself. After all, it wasn’t entirely her fault.
She hadn’t quarantined the planet after her arrival.
As it turned out, she’d travelled right into some batch of plague she had no desire to see, and in fact, she was quite alarmed by it. ‘Skin rot’ they’d called it. Hardly a lovely name, and she wasn’t keen on getting it. Of course she had no clue if her dark-skinned, red-eyed species could be affected by it to begin with, but it wasn’t something she wanted to find out.
On top of that, work was scarce. The Hutts themselves couldn’t be fooled by illusions, and the other tricks she had were simply parlor tricks. It was all a con really, and you couldn’t con a con. The Hutts qualified more or less as that.
She’d heard, through a combination of telepathy and persuasion, that the Jedi Order were sending healers and supplies, and that somehow the Hutt cartel had agreed to allow it. Probably out of desperation. But that, Selene hoped, would be her ticket off the planet.
The Daravin woman had been a Jedi once, long ago now, and since she’d left the Order on good terms it was possible that now she could wield a little influence. At the very least, she would try.
Selene stepped out of a speeder, her pet ash owl, Zafirbel, perched on her shoulder, and she snapped her fingers together as a sign for the burly Niktos in the back to carry her large steamer trunk filled with her possessions. Already she could sense just who she was after.
It was a Hutt, a force-sensitive one, who seemed to be directing the efforts. She approached him and came to a stop where she made an ornate half-bow.
”Master Jedi, I am Selene Andalara. Perhaps I could have a moment of your time?”
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Jun 23, 2012 10:58:44 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jun 23, 2012 10:58:44 GMT -5
-In vision-
A fogged swamp enclosed in a shrowded world held Mal's thoughs as the thudding foot falls came to him. Breaking through the mist a black figure of a stone owl moved toward him. With glowing eyes and wings of power Mal could sense a mind of quick wit and cunning. As it spoke it had many faces about it's head and had two tounges for each mouth. Mal listened as it spoke of the past, present, and future. A shriek of pain as another life ended woke him from the vision.
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Before him stood a woman, with an owl, who had red eyes. Many times had he had visions, but none were so fast in coming to fullfillment.
Sighing...'You may speak, and I will listen, but my actions to what you'll say will be my own.'
The force vision told him much if he was mindful. Yet everything changes when you try to alter them yourself. So soon the vision's main meaning my not apply unless it was not discribing an event but the being before him. Either way he was not going to trust anyone on Nal Hutta, not even himself
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Jun 26, 2012 19:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jun 26, 2012 19:52:05 GMT -5
The Hutt gave a slightly cryptic response to her greeting, and to Selene that indicated he was suspect of her somehow. That didn't make things as easy as she wished.
A suspicious man was harder to play, to manipulate. He wasn't likely to be as cooperative as she needed, so she decided to turn up the charm, going from cordial to friendly.
"Very well Master Jedi. I am a former member of the Order in good standing, and I would like to see if you can put my skills to use in your Republic medical fleet. I would work in exchange for safe passage off Nal Hutta to wherever your next stop in Republic space is."
Aware that might not have been enough, the dark-skinned woman smiled graciously and rubbed the soft feathers of her owl for a moment. Kindness to animals was always an easy in with people, projecting exactly the image she wanted.
"I am skilled in basic healing, and I am a rather skilled telepath. Perhaps you need someone with my skills and abilities?"
No free rides here, not today. Jedi couldn't be impressed by parlor tricks or the Force well enough to be escorted off the planet for free. She had to rely on actual effort for this. Unfortunately.
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Jun 29, 2012 19:46:21 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jun 29, 2012 19:46:21 GMT -5
Mal noded as he listened. Noting her healing skill he finally could go to the more critical town sites. But before he would he would visit and test her with the house of passing.
This is well and good. The most duration of my time will be no more than three days for by that time the worst of this will be over. and those not strong enough to over come it with the medicines and the salt baths will have no need for a healer's touch. First though I need you help at the House of Passing. The few there I need to see before we leave further south. They are my first worry and my last concern.
Rising a bit he slithered over to a hover sled and waved her on board. The soupyness of the swamps made for fast foot travel imposible. A two mile treck would take the better of an hour that is if the flora and fawna did not eat you first.
As they whipped over the swampy mess of burbling sludge Mal thought over how this one would take to the house. Most didn't have the stomuch nor the emotional distancing that a trained Jedi would have. If she was what she said he would soon find out. On a mound raising from the swamp tattered poor shelters were quickly made and housed many. All but a few of them were in various stages of death. The worst were layed into the very long shotgun style houses.
Speaking up......Were here to speed those on back to the force or help ease their passing. If you can handle it then choose where you will start. Remember not of these will die today but with in three days to a week. So do what you can and I'll be near by helping as well.
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Jul 5, 2012 16:04:28 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 5, 2012 16:04:28 GMT -5
Selene found herself in a situation slightly less ideal than what she’d pictured. Rather than being in orbit safely among Jedi in space, she was in an ad hoc healing center surrounded by decay, and the smell of sickness. Her hypersensitive hearing could detect every cough, every labored breath. It was quite unpleasant. And amidst it all was the muggy, oppressive, heat and humidity. ‘Madame’ Andalara was reminded of her homeworld, on some of the swampy coasts.
She preferred the drier regions of the planet.
The Daravin woman decided the best place to start was the very beginning of a row, and she rolled up the sleeves of her burgundy silk robe and grabbed a wash cloth and bucket of cool water. Then she began.
It was a laborious and disgusting task to bathe wounds, but she did it anyway and without complaining. One by one she progressed down the line until she finally reached the end some time later. Only then did she allow herself a break, leaning up against a wall and trying to tune out the noise.
This was definitely the reason she had never become a Jedi healer. Certainly not because of lack of talent. If she’d put her mind and her skills toward it, she could have been a healer very easily, and a good one. She’d simply never learned more than the basics. She regretted that a little now. But Selene still had her job to do.
The dark-skinned woman dried her hands on a towel and lowered her sleeves again, looking to the Hutt healer with a look that both spoke of how she wanted dearly for this to be over and how she was ready for the next assignment. However, she didn’t say anything.
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Post by Foxfire on Jul 12, 2012 13:07:53 GMT -5
Mal was fully indepth in the force it was flowing strong through him, yet it was not to just one but many. Multiple healing was his area for it required a strong mind. The force had filled the majority of the far end of the hut. Mal's force direction would hop to one then another as he healed them. - This way was by no means easy, nearing the end of the session his breathing was labored and his movements slowed. Lifting his head he rose from the slumped position and moved near to his new helper. He would had continued on with the healing session but an outside life was going to need his help. - 'This way....' - It was all he said as he passed by and moved to the farthest bed. There layed a very young twi'lek girl of nine years. Her lekku were all but gone and she was missing her legs and still the rot wanted more from her. Mal touched her with in the force and she opened her eyes one was clear and bright the other the rot was visiable and made it pale blood red with no visiable pupel. She trid to speak but the rot had went down her throat. Yet Mal understood every word they bonded with in the force. Yes, this one had a slight connection to the force and now she was going back. Mal started to hum an hutt lollaby then in twi'lekish he spoke of a world filled with unending beauty and unbreakable peace. She listened and slowly faded away into death. So gentle that her affect in the force was not felt. Mal sagged visiably and moved out of the hut. Reaching for his coms he called for transport to the docks. - 'In three hours can you be ready? There is nothing more but what they are already doing. Where are you needing to be dropped off at, don't worry I'm not heading to the temple. I have another planet to visit.'
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Jul 13, 2012 17:06:07 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 13, 2012 17:06:07 GMT -5
Selene felt herself growing sick at the sight of a child whose skin was literally rotting away, worse than any of the others. It was nauseating, and there was a painful smell in her nostrils.
Then she died.
The Daravin ex-Jedi felt her hands hanging limply by her sides. She was torn between pity and revulsion, with an overwhelming sadness at someone so young dying. She couldn't have been more than a decade old, and somehow Selene was reminded of a day years ago...
She'd had a childhood friend in the Jedi, a girl named Daesha, a Twi'lek like this one. She'd died years ago of complications in old age, fallen victim to time that Selene would outlast for another two hundred years, or more.
But some were not so fortunate.
The charcoal-skinned, red-eyed woman hung her head before lowering her sleeves and following the Hutt out of the place of sickness, reaching her trunk and her pet owl, who remained faithful and stationary on top of the container.
Selene Andalara pulled her hair back over her shoulders as the Hutt spoke again. It merited a prompt reply.
"I'm ready now. There's nothing for me here. Just take me somewhere outside Hutt space, and I'll find my own way from there."
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Jul 16, 2012 17:18:57 GMT -5
Post by timtank on Jul 16, 2012 17:18:57 GMT -5
Nal Hutta was nothing but a foul smelling planet ruled by very fat and very sadistic worms as far as Zanabar was concerned. The Hutts, a race of dirty mud slinging Crime lords that deserves to suffer a rather slow death. Although while those worms were sitting healthy and happy in their respective palaces while the pilgrims and Hutt servants suffer risk of Skin Rot. A fatal illness flys on the wind though the streets and alley ways, effecting any who was not properly taken care of at least...
A Sith ship was landed 4 miles outside a slave town rumored to be suffering a serious out break of skin room, as was a few others. Zanabar has yet to do anything that impacted the order in a major way, so simple collection missions seemed as if they could be easily handled single handed.
He walked from the swampy lands where his ship was stored and pressed onward into the cities interior. The Zabrak Darksider had a secret mission that the Order intended to complete in total perfection. The Sith wanted to simply make bio weapons that could crush the Empires enemy within moments. The skin rot was no laughing matter, it was strong and easy to pass on. Just what the Empire asked for, something that could poison a whole planet.
The Zabarak Dark jedi had managed to sneak in relatively undetected though the force. He had on a breathing mask and added Leather Gloves to protect himself from catching the illness as he worked. He had already visited one other Hutt camp and a large filthy City that could be seen a distance away. He spent his time collecting flesh piled and blood drained from the body's of dead skin sacks that were once considered living beings. He kept all collected DNA and extra test tubs within a bag on his back.
His last stop was this slave town near a swam , after he had all the proper samples he was ready to go. He was looking for living subjects with the virus, when they were found he would only need something simple like blood, saliva, or skin to get the proper information when recreating this illness. Bio-Engineering would be the only way to clone such a extreme virus and making it function in a area were the virus shouldn't normally survive would prove a whole new level of difficult.
The moment Zanabar made it at least 12 feet into the camp he paused within a crowd of starving and sick civilians when he felt the presence of the force. He knew this was in all likely hood a Jedi, so he would have to move swiftly, for if the Jedi found out what the Sith was planning the long term effect of these actions would be hard to achieve.
The acknowledgement of near by Jedi complicated a already delicate mission, witch soon forced Zanabar to attempt hiding himself in the force, hiding his affiliations at least, although that may not solve many issues. Working quickly Zanabar started to offer credits to those who could give him some form of information on the locations of living victims of Skin Rot. While it wouldn't be difficult to find the broken down flesh of a victim in the alley ways somebody who still lived proved a issue.
He soon got word of attempts to heal some who suffered from the illness, causing Zanabar to moan with irritation, knowing this path would send him to face the Jedi. Who else heals the sick better then a Jedi? They must be behind this reconstruction effort, since Nal Hutta's rulers clearly care not for their servants.
Zanabar was left without a choice and would track down the area where healing was currently taking place, hiding himself behind a tiny hut before attempting to sneak his way into one of the tiny buildings where he sensed the most life.
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Jul 18, 2012 14:47:42 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Jul 18, 2012 14:47:42 GMT -5
Breathing heavily Mal nodded to Selene. His nerves were on fire and every aspect of his being was alive to the force. So when he felt the sickness move into the dwellings he was very aware that another had came to be healed, yet as he reached out in the force to find the one who was sick he found it and darkness. Mal knew the dark side, having to fight it on a dayly basis. This was the last thing these people needed was a vulture of darkness feeding off their dying state. Wheither it was to get a sick thrill from watching ones die or ending their failing lives shorter than they were Mal would have no part nor let it go on. - 'There is a problem not sure where it is but a darkness has arrived. I fear that the sickness has drawn it here. I will not let these people be harmed further.' - Mal moved away and his pace was faster than he had gone in a long while. For a normal being it would be likened to a flat run. Mal used the force to enhance his speed and his grip upon the ground as he moved. As he neared each building he'd slow and dive quicly into the force searching out the dark side tainted sickness. Each failing he would rumble in a slow anger and his tail would thud the ground wih force enhanced strength making every thing bounce and vibrate. He needed to find out where this darkness was and fast it the sicknes got off the planet then who knows what would happen. He was not going let someone make a new rakghoul plauge from this sickness again.
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Jul 18, 2012 20:25:37 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 18, 2012 20:25:37 GMT -5
Before they could depart, the Hutt Jedi broke away from Selene and started off after saying something about the Dark Side. The Daravin ex-Jedi was forced to jog to catch up to him, at the same time reaching out with her senses. As she could tell, there was a certain dark feeling to the area, but she’d attributed it to disease and the general vibe of Hutt space.
If this healer was right, then there was a Dark Jedi or a Sith lurking about somewhere, and that wasn’t a pleasant prospect by any standards. Selene had been stabbed by one once, and while that was grossly unlikely to happen again with her skills in protection, it still merited a frown of displeasure.
Her normal instinct would have been to simply leave, and to let this Jedi sort out his own problems, but regrettably things weren’t so simple this time. He was her ticket off this hellhole, and if some Dark Jedi killed him… Well then, she was stuck behind in a miserable place and risking more exposure to skin rot. On top of that, the Hutts weren’t especially pleased with her right now…
The charcoal-skinned, red-eyed woman sighed and continued following.
”Why don’t you just leave now? Neither of us is prepared for a confrontation.”
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Jul 19, 2012 23:15:47 GMT -5
Post by timtank on Jul 19, 2012 23:15:47 GMT -5
Not much time, not much time at all. The Jedi was closing in rather quickly and at this time it couldn't be helped, he had no way of hiding himself very well from other force sensitive. He could only make his strides quicker as he entered a hut with a total of four humans.
The smell of rotting dead flesh was overwhelmingly strong, as two were on deaths door while two others were already long gone. The first Zanabar approached was a young man no older than 18 years. The boy was weak and rather thin, tears even falling from the lad's eyes as he suffered.
The Zabrak took off his bag feeling the approach of the Jedi not far off. He took a needle and drew blood into a tub to store as well as shaving off skin that was already flaking. The Sith Also used a ball of cotton to collect saliva and puts it away safely in a jar within his bag.
He had everything he needed and these Jedi were now burning up his senses... They had drawn dangerously close but before he could leave the moans of the other survivors, moans of complete and total suffering.
The Zabrak couldn't quite understand why they were allowed to suffer so. He felt pity and despite his short amounts of time Zanabar turned to the lad once more and said " I am sorry, I wish you did not have to suffer so, and as a thank you I will give you the help you need..." He went down to the young man's level and placing the top of his lightsaber to the boys chest and took the boy's hand and spoke to the young man as he draws closer to death.
"The pain will be great but swift. Nothing near what you have been suffering though..." He ignited the saber clean though the young man's heart, this was no murder as far as Zan was concerned, but a mercy killing... Although there was little time to do anything else as he could fell the Jedi drawing closer, only meters away from the hut.
It didn't take long for Zanabar to put on his bag and desired to make his way out. He didn't waste any time blasting out the back windows of the hut though the raw power of the force and diving forward though them.
Knowing that event most likely alerted the Jedi to his position. Lucky for him Zanabar was light on his feet, moving well he dashed off into the town area knowing full well the Jedi may be on his tale, his only hope was that his reasons for coming to this planet may have not yet become clear.
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Post by Foxfire on Jul 20, 2012 19:51:40 GMT -5
When Mal heard the question from Selene he stopped a bit of controlled anger boiled with in him. As he rose to his full hutt height his anger flowed away from him. The healer's mind was in control again, yet words needed to be spoken about what was going on.
Have you heard of Rhak Ghoul disease? This skin rot is a base component for making or reproducing it. Can you imagine this on a dessert word, on an ice world, or how about on Coruscant? If this is taken and changed it will be bad for every one not just those here in this swamp.
Mal turn back as the farthest most a shriek and a sharp pain of death was felt and heard through the force. Mal bolted again toward the hut as the far wall exploded and a dark shadow ran from the hutt. Mal lumbered after him but the fleet footed one was much faster. Thankfully Mal could now feel him running from him deep into town. He had to follow at all costs. Com-ing the transport ship about the change of pickup. He wanted them to get and keep a visual of this shadowy one from high up. Hopefully with both of them he could run down this dark one.
He also told the ship to go and pick up Selene that she did not need to run, that it would be better for her to be skyward and help keep the ship out of trouble.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 24, 2012 18:48:35 GMT -5
Selene nodded. She had heard of rakghoul disease, an affliction on Taris before the Jedi Civil War. But as near as she'd heard, scientists had been devising a cure. She didn't see how much of a step back this would be, but then again she wasn't the healer.
He did, however, call a ship for her, and as it dropped down to reach her, the Hutt vanished from sight.
The Daravin crossed up the ramp before sighing. It was best not to leave that Hutt Healer alone to face a Dark Jedi.
"Give me a lightsaber."
"But-"
Selene cut him off. "No time to argue. Your healer is down there about to get into a fight. He needs a hand."
The charcoal-skinned woman emerged a few seconds later with a purple lightsaber in hand, and jogged off in search of Mal, reaching out with the Force to sense his location.
Hopefully she would find him before the dark presence.
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Post by timtank on Jul 25, 2012 21:38:35 GMT -5
If the Jedi was to take hold of what Zanabar had it could become major trouble for the Sith's future plans, as well as the Zabrak. He had to at the very least complete this job, to make up for all the past failures and prove to the Sith and himself that he can accomplish something. Every moment he stopped to look behind him he could feel the Hutt Jedi drawing closer. His thoughts turned to why a hutt is with the jedi in the first place, it is quiet strange. Although past that he felt killing something like the hutt wouldn't prove difficult.
The Zabrak Sith's attempts to save energy tended to prove a disadvantage, when he spotted a ship that landed in the distance as well as the large hutt moving though the crowd. Not knowing what he can do to escape while not getting the hutt's clans on his case Zanabar got a thought. He called on the force for assistance when he leaped to the roof tops and started to hop roof to roof in a 70 degree angle.
He felt the chase should have been halted by those movements, since jumping about like that would prove a complex task for a Hutt, despite Jedi training. Although timing could be no better, for the Zabrak spotted a unoccupied swoop bike sitting outside a hub with multiple others. Zanabar dived onto the bike right away and did not hesitate to take off, causing the owners and gang members to run outside moments later.
Zanabar's goal was to get to his ship as soon as possible and deliver the samples requested. Soon after passing the town's borders Zanabar contacted the support droid on his ship, telling it to set up the autopilot as well as ready the hyperdrive with coordinates set for Korriban. After some time Zanabar reached his ship, but knowing he couldn't leave in it. Getting off the swoop bike Zanabar took half of the samples and put them safely into the ship, sending it off while keeping half on his person.
The only reason Zanabar learned of the outbreak was because their was Sith agents stationed somewhere on the planet, he would simply take the other half to them, although for now he would cover his ships get away as it took off. He from that point on drew his lightsaber and waited, weather the Jedi duo or their ship shows up first he would be prepared to cover his driod's get away with the Virus samples.
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Post by Foxfire on Jul 27, 2012 23:56:19 GMT -5
A befouled reget of anger passed through Mal as the dark ones force sig went to the roof tops. This is when Mal prosed himself questions as to this ones final goals. Mal knew himself and what he would do always protect the core specimins. So that meant that the dark one had a ship near-by. Mal drew upon his force to get a greater focus of where this one was headed. His speed slowed just a bit, yet still people yelled and screamed as the hutt rampaged by at uncanny hutt speed.
Getting that fix he soon noted that it had slowed and near to the only solid and stable bit of ground in that area. The ship must have been there waiting for the dark one. Dropping the use of focus, Mal upped his speed again. The town slowly gave way to the open space of the outer ports most were empty even the one that the dark one was standing on. Mal's ship chimed in and spoke of an non-requested lift-off and jump to light speed.
Sith spawn!
He knew that the damage was done he was to slow for such a great task. If he was a blade master or some one more capable to chase then they might have been able to run down the ship before it left the ground. Yet as it stood he was now facing a dark one who's mission was nearly or mostly complete. Hope though burned bright that this one will soon no longer be one with life but soon to be returned to the flowing force.
Closing within fifty yards Mal force snatched his saber from a ulititary belt he had slung around his upper body. The handle was double the length of a normal handle to fit his larger hands. Made of surgical steel from the med-labs. With a snap hiss the blade jumped from the handle with a pure judgemental hiss. It carackled and popped in the humid hutt atmosphere. The sight of a light saber would invoke respect from most but when held by Mal it looked like a younglings training saber, so small and weak. Mal was not one to fully rely on his blade. No he relied on the force and all that it could do.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 31, 2012 19:36:53 GMT -5
Selene managed to catch up with Mal after only a few minutes, thanks to all the running she could manage with her minimal abilities at force speed. He was standing there with lit saber, and only a relatively short distance away was the dark presence, about to board a ship.
Time to be a hero...
The Daravin sprinted forward, igniting the purple lightsaber as she charged into action.
It had been more than a few years since she'd held a saber, but it was like riding a speeder bike. You never forgot how.
Hopefully.
Her red eyes reflected absolutely nothing as she swung her saber, but her face was taut and tense. This was the hardest thing she'd done in years. Luckily she had a few surprises up her sleeves, like a good magician.
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Aug 2, 2012 12:27:38 GMT -5
Post by timtank on Aug 2, 2012 12:27:38 GMT -5
The moment his ship took off Monjin knew his mission was nearly complete, the elimination of these jedi would prove to be a bonus prize. Killing a jedi was the only thing he had yet to do in his time as a Sith. When his droid and ship made that important jump to lightspeed Monjin called the Sith Agents on the planet to simple ask that somebody sends a ship to pick him up. After telling them the situation their response suggested that they will be tracking his location and sending a ship to pick him up to transport him...
Although he felt no need to rush when he felt the arrival of the Jedi. Zan smiled and removed his hood and cloak as he drew his own weapon. The large Hutt seemed rather upset, the Zabrak sith could feel his intensely growing anger, although with him being a Hutt this didn't surprise anyone. If things go well maybe Zanabar can sway the large worm to the darkside.
"Hutt, tell me... How does it feel to know your incompetence will prove to be the death of the people on this planet and many more... They suffer because you refuse to end their already fading lives. How sad, but why should a creature as beastly and disgusting as your kind care?" The Sith's words were meant to hit hard and cause anger as he quickly wiped out his own lightsaber.
He ignited the blade and took up the Makashi salute waiting for the Hutt to act. Although he would not have to wait long, for he felt the arrival of the other force user. She showed no hesitation, the woman charged in almost recklessly, encouraging Zanabar to chuckle lightly. Zanabar side stepped to the left and parried the woman's attack and following a similar sequence of movements with any strikes that may have followed.
The clashing of the purple and red lights proved a beautiful thing, but Zanabar couldn't wait for a opening forever, so he activated his force speed and lobbied to deliver a stunning blow. The Zabrak side stepped with a parry with hopes to off balance the woman. In witch case he sent his left leg forward with hopes to deliver a kick to the back of her knee. Weather the attack proved effective or not he retreated backwards to a ledge with about a 6 foot drop into a swampy lake like area, awaiting one of the two decide to bring the battle into close range once more.
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Aug 6, 2012 23:33:36 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Aug 6, 2012 23:33:36 GMT -5
Mal listened to the words of the dark one. The anger building with in him fell flat. He had talked with all of the ailing ones, many that were beyond hope had asked for death and he gave them a humaine quiet end yet a few wanted to die by themselves. It was obvious that this dark one had found those few, from the feel of the twisting of the darkness of the samples that he held. - Mal wanted to give a responce but Selene ran past him and engaged the sithy one. No words could he say would stay her quick hands. Their sabers clashed and sarked like ay great fight should, but Mal knew that at some point it would end in pain. He did not ask for to second him and if anyone could take a major hit it would be him. Shutting off his saber and returning it back to his belt he drew upon the force. His focus blocking out the fight all sound and light, only him and the force. What he was about to do was going to take great amount of force and skill of mult-focusing. - On opening his eyes he saw the dark one near the ledge. Using his force speed along with his telekinitic power to push each movement farther he charged. The speed was likened to an avalance of hutt flesh. With in ten yards Mal exploded into the air with a coiled jump coupled with a force push. It was not high but for Mal's mass it was great. Six to seven feet into the air for six of the ten yards Mal flew the all of Mal's weight hitting the ground before the sith. As Mal fell forward he brought his fists down to the ground with a destructive force blow of a small ship hitting the ground. - Mal forced and directed the blow upon a weak point of the cliff face. A deep pop sounded as the face gave way to the force hit. The swamps of Nal Hutta were trouble some to most but to Mal it was just another day swimming, and hopefully this sith would be swimming too.
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Aug 10, 2012 0:59:11 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 10, 2012 0:59:11 GMT -5
The dark side user sidestepped and Selene, seeing the likelihood of a swift counterattack, doubled her pace and sped past him, turning when she was safely clear.
As she turned, the Hutt sprang into action, with far more energy and force than she'd ever believed such a slothful and sluggish species could muster. He slammed into the ground and caused a fissure that looked as if it would cause the enemy to tumble down into the swamps below.
Strangely it seemed as though the Jedi might go with him.
The fortune teller pulled back from the fight and headed to block the means of escape, falling back into a defensive stance, preparing her bag of tricks for full use.
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