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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 5, 2009 13:09:27 GMT -5
((When Vreem comes back he can just post I guess * shrug.* Okay, I know this isn't my greatest... mefinks that my constant fear of being called up to leave (going to *grimace * Wisconsin) is making this a shoddy post.))
Something was amiss.
It didn't take a Jedi Master with nearly fifty five years of training in the Force to figure that much out. Though she was still considered fairly young by her race's standards, apparently Rhiss was considered close to elderly by human's concept of age. No matter how skewed it may have been. Still, she couldn't believe that sixty years of her life had already past... she would have said that she felt old, but after considering the previous musings she elected not to.
It was strange, that Knight Meira Valli never reported anything back regarding the Agri-Corps facility on Bakura, so three Jedi were sent to investigate the events at said facility. Two High Council Members were sent, Vreem and Rhissai, along with a Guardian by the name of Tuljima Gunslinger to assist them.
If something happened, that little task force would surely remedy the situation, and if it didn't... well... then an army was needed.
Rhissai was in her own quarters of the ship as it made its decent to Bakura, she was practicing a few kata's of her own chosen Martial Art. She moved slowly, training her arms to make the defensive maneuvers that would easily translate into a broken limb for an aggressor if she moved fast enough. It had happened before. The funny thing about her preferred style of unarmed combat... it had but one rule: There were no rules. It was kind of hard to cheat that way, for both parties (herself and the being that she was fighting.)
Her training was cut short by a proximity alert, they were getting close to their landing spot... which was next to Knight Valli's craft. She walked to the cockpit of the freighter just as it was touching down.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
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Post by sparrow on Jun 8, 2009 10:08:00 GMT -5
The boy's skills were impressive for someone of his young age, and he showed that he had some brains in not trying to directly resist her telekinetic attack, instead pushing himself to the side. A pity that he would have to die. He would have fit in so well among the other new recruits.
"A minor setback," Zarene responded to Gabriella's taunt. "All he's done now is put himself in the open, where his master can't cover him." The insult stung a bit, but it was perfectly true. She had underestimated the small boy, allowed herself to be surprised, but now his momentary advantage had been exhausted. She was faster, stronger, with more skill and years of experience, and it would show.
With a flick of the wrist, a quick slashing motion, she met the boy's response with a blade of Force energy, severing the flows of his attack. Her hand shot outwards, renewing her earlier telekinetic assault, grabbing at the boy once more. Stronger this time, there would be no wiggle room for the boy. She would not allow him to break free this time.
Zarene turned towards the Kiffar woman. "Your conviction is to protect? How interesting." She could not help but smile slightly. "Protect what? A Republic teeming with corruption, gasping for air? An Order that strips away the futures of children who fail to pass some arbitrary test? The youngsters here, your rejects, your misfits,... you denied them the bright futures you promised when you took them away from their families, and yet you claim to be the good guys. Funny." Her eyes narrowed. "You made us. You're the ones who cast us down and took everything away from us. Now we're just taking it back." Her gaze shifted back to the blue-skinned boy. "Pity you had to involve such a young child in this. You wanted to protect? Then protect." A quick jerk of the head with the only indication she gave as her grip on the boy shifting, pushing him towards Gabriella's burning silver blade.
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Jun 8, 2009 13:13:06 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 8, 2009 13:13:06 GMT -5
In another part of the Jedi ship closing in on Bakura, Tuljima was also practicing. Not in his quarters, though, but in one of the larger storage holds; his technique was wild and seemed uncoordinated, but that was false. He had spent the better part of seven years perfecting a rather odd way of fighting, one that combined swords and guns at once, and with his natural speed and luck it was an effective and deadly style.
It combined traditional upper-class fencing, which the lanky Jedi had recieved some instruction in, the more direct methods employed by gladiator swordfighters in the arena (which he had simply observed for a while; but he was an excellent observer when it came to a fight), and some movements of his own, adapted from the Ataru and Shii-cho lightsaber styles. The gunplay was entirely made up on his own, since the Jedi didn't usually teach gunfighting even if they had a shooting range or two in the Temple; this was where some of the wildness came in, as he blasted away hither and yon with his absurdly tricked-out heavy blaster pistol, trusting to the Force to guide his hand. Naturally he wasn't actually firing when training, since the weapon was strong enough to explode a hole through duracrete, but he could easily pretend at it.
When the alarm went off, he slowed his movements, then stopped altogether, taking a moment to catch his breath and control his body's rhythms once again, then he sheathed his weaponry and went for the cockpit. "Aye, bad feelin's all aroon'," he said in agreement with the elder Councilor. Tuljima was known for being a tad slow in the head, relying more on instinct and cunning than reason and intellect (reinforced by his strange and sometimes indecipherable accent), but despite all that he was an excellent Guardian for one so young. "There coul' be Darkies 'ere, Mas'er, is wha' Oi t'ink."
Accusing a planet of harboring Dark Jedi was no laughing matter; indeed it was quite serious. But Tuljima had encountered dark ones before, and had a hunter's sense of them in some ways. He stared out the windows as the ship settled to the ground with a slight thud, and it shook gently as the boarding ramp lowered to the ground. "Af'er yeh, then?"
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Jun 11, 2009 13:22:00 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jun 11, 2009 13:22:00 GMT -5
Gabriella just stared at the kiffar woman as she began her little lecture to her padawan. She wasn't exactly sure how to react, she was definitely different from the other jedi she had encountered. She wasn't even angry, she was more interested if anything at all. Gabriella's hands were starting to get a little twitchy, her body wanted to take a life, and she had no problem with that. This Jedi had real guts to act as if she wasn't about to die. She could quite possibly be the most intriguing person Gabriella had ever encountered. She was genuinely sad that she would not be able to torture the woman for days on end.
"Happy in anger? You do realize the contradiction there, one of the many you Jedi preach. I am not angry, I am happy, as a matter of fact, I am having the time of my life"
She knew that Zarene wouldn't get all worked up over Gabriella's previous comments. Oddly enough, they seemed to be forming a friendship, albeit a little rocky. Gabriella had almost no want to torture Zarene, and that counted for a lot.
"Bad guys never win?You must be out of your mind, Jedi. Have Jedi not died at the hands of those like us? Have not the Sith of old conquered over the Jedi? Please do not lie to me, it is unbecoming"
Zarene seemed to be using the young padawan as a rag doll, that wasn't to say Gabriella had a problem with it or anything. She seemed to be pushing the boy towards Gabriella. She understood the basic idea and held her blade out to the side. The boy would slowly be pushed right into her silvery blade, she wouldn't even have to do anything. Gabriella doubted that the other Jedi would just let this happen. She made sure that she could summon her other lightsaber if...no when the Jedi woman attacked.
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Jun 17, 2009 8:59:45 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jun 17, 2009 8:59:45 GMT -5
There is no death, there is the Force.
It was a lesson Meira had learned with tears. Her uncle's image flashed through her mind at the thought, but she had to let it go. Now was not the time, nor was it the place. Her concentration had to be on those around her. They would use deception to distract her. They had already show how they'd play dirty.
At that moment, Meira had felt the second woman's renewed attack on Arichi. The mind link the Jedi and her padawan shared was strong enough that Meira almost felt like the woman's attack had been on her own self. Grinding her teeth together, Meira dug in her heels and concentrated on keeping Arichi in place. It worked, for a moment, but then she could feel him slipping slowly away.... towards the Echani woman.
Taking in a deep breath, Meira prepared herself for her next moves. She had no choice but to engage. Arichi was being pulled slowly towards the silver lightsaber. Now she had to act. With a flourish of her arms, Meira sent out a wall of force energy to sever the link the second woman's telekenetic attack had. But Arichi's momentum was too great for that to be enough.
Meira's next move was a blur, as she called on the force to increase her movement. In a spinning dash, Meira moved so that she was in between the Echani woman and the young blue boy. Mid spin, one had grabbed Arichi by the back of his collar, pulling him back toward the corner of the room. Her other arm brought her violet blade down on the silver one. The electric hiss and sparks typical of a lightsaber clash filled the room. Using the momentum of the blow to her advantage, Meira pushed her weight behind her blade in order to knock the Echani woman back. She then stepped back to the corner of the room again, with Arichi behind her.
The Sith of old. Listen to your own words. They were defeated by the Jedi, were they not? Even the great Darth Revan returned to the light. There is always the choice. No one can fall so far that they cannot be redeamed. Remember this. There is always the choice.
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Jun 18, 2009 18:37:34 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Jun 18, 2009 18:37:34 GMT -5
This was starting to get annoying. In addition, in the back of her mind Zarene could sense something else approaching. Something big. The bad news was confirmed when her earpieces suddenly sounded with a garbled message from the troop commander. Sigh... why couldn't things be simple and easy for once? She needed to go out and take care of the new threat before it got out of hand, but there was still the old one with her in the room.
The Jedi and her boy had backed into a corner. Zarene had gained some general idea of her opponents strength from the previous exchange, and while she was sure that with enough brute force attacks she could come out on top. But that would take too long, and her opponent had moved back into a defensive stance, and was surely ready to counter that sort of move.
Taking a step back, Zarene raised one of her blaster pistols and aimed, not at the Jedi, but above them. A volley of hot plasma bolts slammed into the ceiling, and there was a sharp cracking sound as a large split appeared. She grabbed onto the weakened structure with the Force, and yanked hard, sending down a shower to plaster, metal beams, bricks and broken concrete.
When the dust had cleared, half the room had caved in, with Jedi, Zarene hoped, buried underneath. She turned towards Gabriella. "Clean up the mess for me, Fisher. I'm sure you sense it too. I need to go greet the new arrivals."
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 25, 2009 13:25:58 GMT -5
Rhissai quirked a mental brow at the Knight's accent, it was most certainly one of the more... undecipherable... kind that she has ever heard. Not the hardest to understand, though, that mantle went to that twi'lek midget... little guy loved fire. She shook her head, clearing her mind of those random thoughts. She shifted her gaze over to the man as he said that he believed that there was a couple of “darkies” about. Dark Jedi. The woman closed her eyes, expanding her awareness well past her own body... and to the facility. Something was most certianly amiss... and she could sense the Dark Side running rampant within. After a few brief moments the woman withdrew her awareness, hoping that none of the “darkies” sensed her presence, and turned to Tuljima.
“Yes, unless my senses are incorrect there are Dark Jedi about. Be wary.”
With that she began to walk down the ramp, after prompted by the young Knight of course, and started to make her hike down to the facility. The very first thing that the “old” master felt was the almost oppressive wave of heat and humidity that assaulted her body, it was nearly unbearable. This planet reminded her far more of her homeworld than any other planet she had been on; it was hot, humid, yet... it wasn't tropical. Either way, she half expected a Firebird to swoop down and perch on her shoulder.
That is when she sensed it... a dark presence. One of the Dark Jedi had apparently sensed her presence when Rhissai expanded it outwards towards the facility, she silently cursed herself for that. She would have to sneak past the presence and stop his comrades before any of the agri-workers could be killed, or any further damage could be done to the facility. Any hope of catching the villans by surprise now dashed, she turned to Knight Gunslinger and began to speak.
“Follow me as best you can, Knight Gunslinger.”
Rhissai closed her eyes as she called The Force towards her body, it began to swirl around the woman like a storm of ethereal energy. The spectral maelstrom that whirled around her body caressed her muscles, making them stronger, much stronger. After a few moments she opened fiery green eyes and, without warning, darted off. Her legs pumped up and down at almost supernatural speeds as she speeds, rocketing the woman towards the Agri-corps facility at an equally supernatural pace.
A few minutes later the complex that was the Agri-corps facility almost popped into her view, as did the door and a few combat droids. She called another blanket of the Force to shroud around her arm, preparing to throw out one of her “darker” abilities. Little bolts of electricity danced between the woman's fingertips as she raised her hand up and pointed it at the combat droid that was closest to the door. Without tarrying another moment the woman collected the blanket of energy around her arm into little points on each of the tips of her fingers. And unleashed them.
The blue-white lightning danced from her fingertips and met with the combat droid, dancing in wild archs in the rapidly closing space between them. The droid, not able to do anything but spin around and make funny noises, quickly began to cook underneath the oppressive arcs of electricity that the Jedi Master was calling down on it. The woman cut off her storm just as she reached the droid, deeming that it was as dead as a droid could get she ignored it, and lowered her shoulder towards the door.
She counted on this door not only to slow her down some, but also fly open at the Jedi Master hit it at incredible (for the body) speeds. Of course, it helped that the woman also threw out a quick wave of telekinetic power as her body slammed into the door, it would be awful embarrassing if the thing didn't open as she pulled such a maneuver.
Fortunately, the door flung open like it had been hit by a runaway repulsor-train. Unfortunley, her little telekinetic wave helped her a little too much and the door didn't really stop her as well as she had anticipated. So now, there was a Jedi Master moving at a solid fourty miles an hour through the facility. She was trying to stop, yes, but trying to and actually doing so are two very different things.
The woman cast her emerald stare up at the wall that she was oh so rapidly approaching, gulped, and threw her hands out. The Force began to whip around the woman like a twister as she directed the storm out towards the wall through her outstretched hands. Rhissai didn't think for a moment that she actually had the ability to make a hole in the thick steel wall, no, but pushing against it with the Force would slow her down. Fast.
Skid marks appeared where the woman once was as her foot-blistering speed was rapidly slowed by the coming wall, she silently prayed to the Force that this was enough to stop her. She kept slowing, and finally lurched to a stop as her nose was but a few millimeters from the wall... she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Rhissai turned her attention to the Force... she could feel a small beacon of light amidst a swarm of darkness. It didn't take her long to figure out that this was Meira and her padawan... and they were in trouble.
The Master sped towards the room, silver lightsaber unleashed, at a good (un force powered) trot. She used the Force to sense out the paths of least resistance towards her goal within the compound, sneaking around any patrols they may have had with relative ease. That, and during her leave from the Order she was in the equivalent of special operations in her clan's military. That may have helped a little bit. It wasn't long before rounded the corner to see two guards, both standing in front of the door. Rhissai lunged forward and swiped her gleaming argent sun towards the first man's leg, it singed through the mass of flesh, muscle, bones, and tendons like it was nothing but butter. The soldier let out a blood curdling scream as his remaining leg fell failed to support the odd balance that it was asked to hold up, he crumpled to the ground.
Rhissai let out a tiny telekinetic push to throw the second guard off balance, but she left that one for her companion to handle. Without further ado the woman sped into the room just in time to see a cyborg woman fire off a plethora of blaster bolts into the ceiling... right above Knight Valli and her padawan. It didn't take a High Council Member to figure out just what was going to happen next. Rhiss charged towards area below the ceiling as it began to cave under its newfound stress, throwing another directed wave of Force energy towards the two Dark Jedi on her approach, and threw her hands up in the air.
The ceiling caved.
The woman called the Force to her as fast as she could, letting it caress her body like swirling garment of silk... after a brief moment of the pleasure she cast the aura up into the wall just as the first bits were beginning to fall. This did not stop the mass of duracrete from caving in on them, but it did stop the three from getting crushed underneath its massive weight. She cast her gaze to the two Jedi that were beside her just as on knee slammed against the ground from the massive weight that she was bearing on her shoulders. Rhissai let out a series of grunts as she forced her body to speak.
“Mind... cutting through the floor... or something?”
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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 26, 2009 21:07:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Nice post, Wolf; I don't think I can live up to it, but I'll do my best! Also it's just a tad confusing, so let me know if I need to alter any details in my post here.))
Tuljima had been to Bakura once before, and he thought he knew what to expect. The humid heat was a bit of a surprise, though: "Ach, when'd it git all 'ot an' sich," he complained to himself, wiping away the beads of sweat that were already condensing on his brow. He frowned at the feelings of darkness coming from nearby, but had no time to comment on it before Master Rhissai took off at top speed. And I thought I was fast, he thought to himself as she streaked away.
This thought was but one in a rapid series, brushed away as soon as they formed; wasting no time, he gathered the Force into his own body and took off in hot pursuit, pulling his blaster to his hand as he did so. One never knew when being able to blast a hole through reinforced duracrete would come in handy, after all.
He topped the rise just as Rhissai had blown through the door, so he didn't get to see that particular feat. He did, however, see the after-effects of her usage of electricity, as well as the remaining droids panning around to hone in on him. "Nae yah don'!" he shouted, levelling his own gun at them without stopping; four quick blasts were all he had time for as he dashed by, leaving four shattered machines and four good-sized craters in whatever they were standing in front of behind him. 56 shots, was what went randomly through his head.
Since he hadn't been going as fast as Rhissai, he was able to stop his own speed with much less ceremony and flash. "I'mma foller yeh," he said to the more experienced Jedi as she felt around. And follow he did; he had some skill at stealth, but obviously not as much as Rhissai, so for the most part he kept in her wake. And, he figured, a Council Member would know what they were up to, so why not?
Once they reached the doorway to where all the ruckus was, Tuljima raised his blaster again and drew his blade, running up to the off-balance guard before he could do much. "Any las' wor's?" he asked briefly of the man.
"Damn Jedi!" he shouted, raising his blaster.
"Though' so," the lanky Knight replied regretfully, jabbing the tip of his blade forward; it impaled the man's head clean through, and the finger spasmed, sending a few random blasts toward the ceiling. Every death was sacrosanct, and Tuljima spared half a second to pray for the man's soul in hopes the Force would be kind to him, then he darted inside to confront the rest of it.
"Hrk," he muttered, taking in the scene. A cyborg woman seemed to be leaving, so he faced the other. "Oi! 'Ow abou' a real fight fer ya, eh?" he challenged, slipping his sword and blaster away and drawing his dragon's-tooth lightsaber with an Ataru flourish; the silvery blade gleamed with a pearl sheen, and Tuljima's muddy brown eyes glared at Gabriella in obvious challenge over the glimmering rod of light.
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Post by 10Tickler on Jun 27, 2009 3:24:51 GMT -5
In less then a few weeks, Jon'arichi'kotokk had been Sliced by Crystals in a cavern where it was freezing, Attacked by Droids, Gassed by Mortar, electrocuted, had one of his Sabers stolen, been pushed and pulled around at the whim of Dark Jedi, and now they had attempted to crush his master and himself. This was a little extreme. He could hear the fighting in the hall, and Arichi could only assume that others had come, especially considering the Jedi Beside him, trying to hold up the Duracrete that had fallen by herself.
In the records, there are accounts of many Jedi being stronger then one he said, inhaling deeply, feeling the force around his master, Meira, this Jedi, who looked familiar, and himself. He could feel the Ebb and flow of the energy, and Seizing upon his Stature, he pushed himself up, barely able to stand, pushing his hands upward, to where they would barely avoid touching the debris above them. Exhaling, he timed his breath to the flow that he could feel, and then started pushing himself. The Force gathered in his palms, his own slight contribution. Master he grunted, eyes scrunched up. You have one of my sabers, please utilize it to remove us from the debris as soon as is possible...
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Post by Meira on Jun 27, 2009 9:28:59 GMT -5
Meira had always considered herself to be optimistic. She was never one to discourage herself, or others. She looked for opportunity and sought balance. But it was getting pretty hard to see this glass as half full, every minute that passed with no help was making the glass look more and more empty. But Meira held on, if not for herself, then for the strange boy who stood next to her. For the workers here at the facility. For the Force itself, she held on. And she was rewarded.
The other woman grew impatient, and almost at the same time that Meira sensed it, the woman expressed her concern that others had arrived. The cavalry was here. Thank the Force! Meira could sense her allies drawing closer. She reached out through the Force, like a beacon to draw them in. And then, like a storm, the door was thrown open. Meira was so intent to see who had come that she hadn't noticed the shots at the ceiling until it was too late. Emerald eyes grew wide as the debris began to fall. Meira barely had the time to extinguish the lightsaber and hold her hands up.
She had fallen to one knee under the weight, her eyes clenched tight in concentration, but she was failing, and soon she and Arichi would be crushed. But a moment later, someone was close beside her. Fearing that it was the Echani woman, Meira released what little grasp she had on the debris, to ignite her saber again. But she paused, noticing that no attack had been made against her, nor had the rocks fallen. Looking to her side, Meira was confronted not with the sight of the silver haired Dark Jedi, but a black haired woman with eyes that matched her own. Meira had seen this woman before, she was a council member, but Meira did not know her name.
Now was hardly time for introductions, however. The woman was buckling under the weight of the debris she held. Almost at the same time, she and Arichi both asked for Meira to put the lightsaber to good use. And she did just that. Cutting a hole that was big enough for them each to pass through, but not large enough for many rocks to fall through, Meira nodded to Arichi and the woman. She jumped down to the room below, blade still ignited should there be any enemies, but the room was empty. Extinguishing the blade, she called to the others.
It's clear!
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Post by sparrow on Jun 27, 2009 22:27:16 GMT -5
She was just about to head for the doorway, but it appeared that the first of the new Jedi had already arrived, who dashed underneath the falling rubble with frightening speed. Then came the second. That one was slower, and judging by the haughty swagger with which he made his challenge, overconfident.
So they were here a bit earlier than she expected. Oh well, nothing she couldn't handle. They turn a blind eye to this place for so many years, and yet as soon as we arrive they suddenly start paying attention. It was almost funny.
Slowly the top panels of her robotic right arm began to unfold as she raised and pointed the arm at the Jedi, who found himself staring down the barrel of an arm-mounted rocket launcher. No, not mounted. It was part of her.
Zarene gave a quick nod towards Gabriella. She would know what was coming. Click. Warhead armed and ready to fire. She looked at the Jedi boy with her mismatched eyes. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You should be running."
Fire.
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Post by Jace on Jul 5, 2009 0:50:56 GMT -5
Gabriella was beginning to get mildly irritated by this Kiffar woman, and that wasn't a good thing. She didn't really give a bantha's ass about the old Sith, she just hated the Jedi more. At this point, the Echani had drawn her second blade, and was ready to kill the woman when Zarene shot at the ceiling. Gabriella had been all sorts of distracted and barely noticed that the other Jedi were quickly approaching and hence her following reaction.
"Zarene!what in Hell do you--"
Gabriella's yelling was cut short as a blur passed her vision and towards the Jedi. The Echani had been entirely caught off guard by the woman's speed. If she weren't so spoiled she would have been thankful that the woman didn't kill her. Of course Zarene had to push Gabriella's temper right after that. Suffice to say, Gabriella was starting to become greatly annoyed.
"Zarene!Don't give me damn orders!" She screamed at her 'teammate'
Then as the ceiling collapsed entirely just missing Gabriella, another Jedi ran into the room.
Like a bunch of damn rats popping out of ever bloody hole!
For some odd reason, she was completely revolted by the presence of this Jedi. I mean she always was around them, but this was worse than usual. She didn't know what it was about him, but his accent didn't help one bit. The Echani was about to slice him into ribbons when Zarene stopped and looked back at her. She watched as the younger woman's arm seem to be...moving.
This can't be good....
Gabriella began drawing the Force towards her, forming a bubble around herself. She wasn't very good at this sort of stuff, so she put all her energy into it. Her Force shield formed just in time as the rocket launched. Gabriella had one more chance to yell obscenities before the explosion rocked the room.
"Zarene! Your crazy cyborg bittch!"
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 6, 2009 20:59:17 GMT -5
Every single rippling muscle in Rhissai's body clenched tightly in an effort to keep her body upright, her biceps, triceps, abs, leg muscles, and all others not mentioned were like hard as the beskar that the mando'ade use for armor. Even then, the woman wasn't sure how long she could hold her position underneath the herculean weight that was put on her shoulders, even if it wasn't necessarily a physical burden. The Aphithirian woman let out a grunt-like laugh, then forced the words out of her mouth... it sounded as if it was work to pass each word through her lips.
“Heh... you'd be right... p-... padawan.”
It didn't take long for Meira to take her lightsaber, ignite it, and sear a hole through the floor of the compound. The Kiffar woman was the first one through the still cooling hole, then Rhissai made sure that the young blue boy was through the gape in the floor before dropping through herself. She coiled up her muscles in preparation to leap away from any falling rocks that may be falling with her. She hit the deck and launched her legs outward, propelling her a few feet away from a good sized chunk of duracrete as it fell. Once stopped, the woman strode back to the two Jedi that stood before her, stepping on the chunk along the way, and stopped just infront of them.
“We should consider making our way back up to Knight Gunslinger. Guardian he may be, but he is has two Dark Jedi to contend with.”
With that said, she slipped past the Knight and her Padawan and hurried back up to Tuljima's location.
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Jul 6, 2009 21:55:10 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jul 6, 2009 21:55:10 GMT -5
Even as he strode inside and delivered his challenge, Tuljima saw the other Dark Jedi, a cyborg, turn back around to face him. What's more, she seemed to have some sort of device in her arm as well, which she was in the middle of deploying. It couldn't mean anything good for him if he stayed to watch, but then again, who was he to stop a fellow firebug from blowing stuff up?
Therefore, in true Gunslinger fashion, he did what he always did; he backtalked. "I jus' go' done runnin'," he replied to the half-droid wierdo, smirking widely, "why'd I do more'n it?" Rather than mucking about with shields and barriers, which he wasn't so much good at anyway, the lanky Jedi merely leaped straight up in the air the split second the missile had launched, using a flick of Force power to propel himself faster. As it hit the wall and exploded, further wrecking the already-wrecked room, he almost flew along the ceiling; unfortunately he misjudged the power of the missile, and landed in a heap at the other end of the room with shrapnel buried in his robes and burns across the bare skin of his hands and neck.
"Urgh," he muttered, scrambling awkwardly to his feet and rubbing his neck; he could heal the burns, but he needed time and room for proper focus, which were currently in short supply. "Hurry up, y'all!" he called down through the rubble to Rhissai and the others. "One of 'em jus' blew up more o' th' room!" Indeed, the doorway through which he had come was mostly blocked up, and with all the other rubble getting out would probably be a chore; not that he knew, of course, being new to the area. But he'd seen his fair share of blown-up buildings, and been inside his fair share too.
He scowled and looked at Gabriella again, who appeared annoyed; he had to give them time to come back. "So where was we, eh?" he shouted in arrogant tones of challenge, again brandishing his silver-bladed 'saber. "'Fore yer trigger-'appy frien' int'rrupted us?" He flashed his cocky grin again, though it was quickly taken over by a slight wince of pain, and stepped forward. "Or are ya worn-ou' a'ready?! I jus' go' 'ere, I'se ready!" Nevermind the fact that he'd been blown up; either he was just lucky, or good at hiding pain.
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Jul 7, 2009 4:30:08 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Jul 7, 2009 4:30:08 GMT -5
Staying with the Master for as long as possible, until his own Master, Meira, had called up to them that it was clear, Arichi's arms started to ache, his mind losing focus from the mere tedium. He was a nine-year-old boy, it was hard for him to focus on one thing for too long. So he was relieved by her words that it was safe below, and nodding to the master beside him, Jon'arichi'kotokk fell, into the void.
Landing nimbly, Legs Splayed out to absorb the Impact of the Fall, Arichi moved to the side, to allow the Master her own pathway down, inhaling deeply, looking up to Meira. Master he said, softly, after the Master had Vanished, off to assist the one named Gunslinger. Master, I'm not anywhere near as skilled at Saber combat as you, and one of those Women possesses my Second Saber, and your own Saber...Perhaps you should go on? If I'm not there, I cannot be used to Attack you anymore he stated, simply, his mind analyzing the battle that they had just fought.
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Jul 9, 2009 22:44:56 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jul 9, 2009 22:44:56 GMT -5
The Echani lowered her Force barrier as the dust began to clear and it was safe to assume that there would be no more explosions. What she saw didn't make her any happier. The doorway had been blocked by rubble, effectively closing the three in the room.
"Zarene!You psycho!Find us a way out of here, I am not about to die because of your stupidity"She shouted at the young cyborg.
Gabriella turned to face the arrogant Jedi who had recovered, once again goading her into challenge. She had been careless before, but now she knew that the stronger Jedi would be arriving soon, there wasn't time for an extended battle. The Echani needed to buy time for Zarene though, so maybe she would just kill this Jedi quickly in that time.
"Jedi, I have no idea what your blithering on about but I am going to kill you now and rid the galaxy of you unintelligible speech"
Silver blades sprang to life as Gabriella shifted her legs into the typical duel wielding stance. Her blades were calling to her, they thirsted for blood, blood of a Jedi. The Echani sprang forward toward the Jedi, quickly closing the distance. Her left blade in a high guard, while her right in a low. Gabriella swung her left blade in a horizontal arc attempting to slash the man from right shoulder to left hip.
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Jul 23, 2009 16:53:39 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 23, 2009 16:53:39 GMT -5
((OOC: OK people, let's wrap this one up! Finishing posts please!))
Meira's mind was all business as her companions dropped down through the hole, the debris closing off their escape from any who might try to follow. There was hardly any time wasted, as the Council woman dropped down, she began to speak of rejoining the knight who had accompanied her. Meira nodded her agreement and made to follow as the woman exited the room in a blur of motion. But Arichi's voice stopped her.
His words were very logical, and Meira couldn't help but see the sense in them. But what struck her was how this young boy was able to produce such logical statements when just moments ago he was mere inches from death at the tip of a lightsaber. So cool under pressure, Meira knew that it would help him. But at the same time, she made a note to herself that while being in control of one's emotions was a pillar of Jedi ways, her personal belief that one should not lose sight of them entirely was also important. She would need to discuss this with Arichi in the future. But for the time being, he was right.
That is very wise. Meira said, a slight chuckle escaping her lips with the words. I shouldn't like to be attacked by flying blue boys any more today. Stay safe, and I'll see to it that this and its brother are returned to you. She said, indicating the lightsaber.
And with that, she turned and sped after in the direction that the Council woman had disappeared. Ascending back to the main level of the facility, Meira noticed that the soldiers and droids that had accompanied the dark Jedi were moving in a general retreat pattern. This pattern was leading them to the docking bay. As much as she wanted to investigate, the safety of those who were facing the dark Jedi was more paramount. So she adjusted her course to lead back to the room where she had been held hostage. She would do her best to keep her promise to Arichi. There were two lightsabers that needed rescuing. Oh, and the other Jedi as well, of course.
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Jul 24, 2009 12:48:53 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Jul 24, 2009 12:48:53 GMT -5
For many Force users in the galaxy, the lightsaber was the weapon of choice. Sleek and versatile, usable both for attack and defense. Yet for some reason Zarene Yin had always preferred blasters. Even during her padawan training days, she would accompany her master on missions with both saber and gun. Maybe it was the simplicity of the weapon that attracted her to it, or the extra distance she could put between herself and her opponents. Whatever the reason, when it came to gunslinging, Zarene Yin was a pro.
Her two blasters, a matching set, were of a rather rare model. Part of a limited production run of only a few hundred marketed with the line "These don't come with a stun setting", they pushed the upper limit in stopping power for a one-handed sidearm, at the expense of greatly increasing energy use, reducing the several hundred shots per energy pack for most standard blasters to a paltry forty. That was the reason why the weapon never really caught on with most. The extra power combined with fast rate of fire oftentimes was overkill, and the need to keep a supply of energy packs around really wasn't worth the hassle.
Zarene, however, loved those blasters. With the Force reloading only took about a second, and a well-funded Exchange interested in keeping her services meant she never had to worry about not being to afford ammo. Having the equivalent of a blaster rifle in each hand meant she could gun down armored opponents twice as fast. Even lightsaber-wielding opponents with blaster deflection abilities were not completely safe. One who failed to keep a tight grasp on their weapon might soon find their saber being knocked out of their hand.
There were three Jedi in the room now. Gabriella was about the engage the male in lightsaber combat, which left two facing her. The young woman from before, and the other new arrival,... an older woman. Long flowing hair,... bright, almost unsettling, green eyes... Zarene recognized that face.
"Arckan," she whispered. The woman had been a respected master in the Order. She was rather surprised to see one of her rank here. "A Jedi master here... what an honor." She knew that she wasn't going to be a match for a Jedi master, but she didn't have to win. Aeron was already launched most of the supply transports, and had just begun with the first batch of recruits. All Zarene needed to do now was stall until he could finish.
On Nar Shaddaa, Zarene was known for the speed with which she could draw her weapons. She needed every ounce of that speed now as she pulled her blasters out of their holsters with the Force into her waiting hands. If she could catch them by surprise... ... The two barrels swung forward, her fingers pressed down the triggers, and her blasters sang.
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Jul 30, 2009 15:06:58 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Jul 30, 2009 15:06:58 GMT -5
((OOC: Trying to Crank out at least ONE post))
Watching, with crimson eyes as his Mentor, his tutor, his Master left him behind, It was all that the Young Chiss boy could do to keep from Worrying his little head off. These...what were they? He made a note to ask his Master later on about that, but whatever they were, they were abominably strong. Somewhere inside of his mind, he worried about his Master, about his Sabers, about the friend that he had had, that had disappeared seemingly. It just wasn't fair it seemed.
Mind you, so much had been unfair about this entire mission. Gas, People attacking a harmless Agricultural station, his Lightsaber being stolen and his entire lack of worth throughout this entire situation. Never had the boy felt this bad in his entire life.
Come back safely...master he muttered to himself
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Jul 30, 2009 16:18:59 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jul 30, 2009 16:18:59 GMT -5
"Yeh won' be th' las' t' try, girlie," Tuljima replied with a grin, silver lightsaber held aloft. He and Gabriella both had silver lightsabers, though his was a little longer than normal and had a slight pearly sheen to it due to the gems within the Krayt-tooth hilt. It was a beautiful weapon, and he had fought hard battles to acquire its parts; he wasn't about to give it up easily, or his life.
Yet, for all his skill with the blade, he too had his alternate preferences. Zarene wasn't the only one who had gone off with her master with a gun; Tuljima had done so as well, in fact had gone so far as to refuse point-blank to carry a lightsaber outside the Temple until he could craft his own (something about self-worth issues, not worth going into now). As such his hands were quite used to a blaster's weight, especially the one he typically carried.
It was an extensively modified heavy blaster, once a typical Republic sidearm, now anything but typical; boasting firepower to surpass even some rifles, it could punch a hole clear through triple duracrete, and plainly obliterate mere flesh. It came at the cost of increased recoil and decreased power cell capacity, but Tuljima wasn't one to care much; the Order was free with blaster cells, since most Jedi preferred their own lightsabers. Also unlike most heavy blasters it had a stun setting, which used up even more power and produced an even heavier recoil when fired.
And as Gabriella came closer, eyes alight with bloodlust, Tuljima did something he hoped would be unexpected; for that was the essense, as he saw it, of the Ataru form. He threw his lightsaber low at her waist, and quick as blinking his blaster flew to his hand. With a wild shout he fired, aiming at the Dark Jedi's upper blade while diving hard to the side to get out of her range. If she wasn't careful the blade would fly from her hand due to the force of the impact, or she'd find herself shorn in half; whichever came first.
((OOC: Not much of a final post I guess. Sorry for that.))
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