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Karl the Unfettered
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Jun 10, 2009 14:42:56 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 10, 2009 14:42:56 GMT -5
From atop the streetlight, perfectly balanced on his two feet, Tuljima observed the chaos below. Luxa came back and performed as a Master should when faced with battle, and Velos struggled valiantly but the Knight could tell he was running out of steam. "I got'cher back, boyo," he murmured, taking careful aim with his powerful blaster; the surviving mercs who thought they could sneak up on the young Padawan had another thing coming to them, as Tuljima shot them one by one in explosions of plasma and charred flesh.
In time the mercs looked back up at him and fired a few shots; he didn't bother blocking, having little appreciable skill in Shien or Soresu, so instead he leaped through the air again, landing beside Velos. "C'mon, bucko!" he hissed, seizing the Padawan by the waist and leaping upward again, leaving another grenade in his wake; it exploded in a thick smog of corrosive green gas, and anyone who inhaled it would be stricken with a temporary illness until it faded away or their natural constitutions could overcome it.
"Bes' if us'ns waited up 'ere, bucko," Tuljima whispered in Velos' ear. "Watch m' back." He drew his blaster again, set it to Stun, and took a sturdy shooting stance, slowing his breathing and taking aim at the rogues. From atop this warehouse roof, he and Velos had an excellent view of events; hopefully, Luxa could distract them enough to afford the lanky Knight a good shot or two to take the rogues out.
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Jun 15, 2009 19:28:29 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Jun 15, 2009 19:28:29 GMT -5
Iridorians wore helmets for a variety of reasons. Hide their faces, intimidate their enemies, and of course, protect themselves from gas attacks. That last feature suddenly became very useful as one of the Jedi dropped a gas grenade and leaped up onto the roof. The mercenaries are unfazed by this as they advanced a few steps and lobbed a few grenades of their own onto the roof.
Raine had left the warehouse roof and now stood in plain side of the purple twi'lek Jedi. Dressed in civilian garb, she stood still as the her opponent approached. "Now you want to reason?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Now you want to reason? Is that what they teach you Jedi these days? Strike first, and then 'attempt' to use diplomacy when your unprovoked attack doesn't work?" From the rubble, about half a dozen small dented metal barrels floated into the air.
Madara, make your move.
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Jun 22, 2009 11:46:49 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jun 22, 2009 11:46:49 GMT -5
Madara watched silently as the chaos in front of him unfolded. The sound of blasters firing, bolts being deflected, and screams of dying Iridorians. Here in this little pocket of the galaxy represented the state of the galaxy as a whole, or at least that is what he believed. There was too much in the galaxy for the Jedi to combat, he had seen it with his own eyes for years. Madara knew they would inevitably lose the battle, and he was going to look out for his own.
These damn Jedi just won't accept that, and now more must die
He shrugged it off, and walked forward slowly, approaching the elder Jedi. The woman had proved impressive in combat, but it was only against mercenaries. She seemed pretty confident, but that didn't surprise Madara all that much. Most Jedi were overconfident, even in the face of death, just another thing to add to their list of acolytes.
"Do no waste your words Jedi, let us finish this"
Madara slowly grasped his lightsaber from his belt, and brought it forward in front of him. He held the blade out to his side, his feet a shoulder width apart in the opening stance of Ataru. He ignited his blade with a snap-hiss and was bathed in a faint green glow.
"Your move, Jedi"
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Jul 8, 2009 14:32:49 GMT -5
Post by Eternal Skies on Jul 8, 2009 14:32:49 GMT -5
The second bullet pierced at Velos' lower chest and he doubled forwards before nimbly jumping back away from the thin blade of an Iridorian. He was becoming overridden with fatigue from the prolonged battle and he wondered how well he'd continue to fair. He'd disposed of a fair few but was now beginning to struggle. He figured that if Tuljima was alive he'd have interfered by now to support himself and Luxa but there had been no sight of the quick-to-action warrior. Velos swiftly continued to block oncoming bullets preferring with less energy to take a more defensive route of action than that of offense.
At that moment he felt a rough hand grasp his waist and then he felt the air fly by his skin. He saw the dangerous gas begin to disperse from the grenade that Tuljima had just thrown. As they got to the rooftop he knelt down trying eagerly to regain his breath.
”Thanks...It was getting tricky down there. What about Luxa though?” Velos asked slightly worried. They'd both left Luxa down there alone against the mercenaries and also the two rogue Jedi. She was a very skilled Jedi, Velos knew that, but he was worried about her well being.
The explosion of grenades to the left and right of Velos caused him to stumble and he narrowly avoided going over the edge. He was still worn out but looked at Tuljima with determination.
”We have to return to the battlefield to assist Master Luxa. Whilst she may be intelligent, powerful and skillful she is at a disadvantage in numbers.” Velos told Tuljima before jumping down the building deflecting some of the grenades that the Iridorians were still throwing up at the rooftop.
”Now that Tuljima is alive...we can do this.” Velos thought to himself. Despite his body aching in various places he charged towards the closest Iridorians and sliced quickly through his gut.
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Jul 8, 2009 14:43:31 GMT -5
Post by starwarsgirl008 on Jul 8, 2009 14:43:31 GMT -5
Luxa observed as Velos was knocked to the ground by the bullets, before being taken away by Tuljima.
Luxa knew that the fighting could continue for hours, and needed to be ended now. "Wait!" she screamed to the rogue Jedi, hoping to prevent any attacks the were planning to make.
"Think about what you are doing." Luxa began, hoping to change the mindset of the former Jedi. "You are throwing your lives' work away. You are harmming children and destroying what you have worked so long to achieve. You are not worthless to the Jedi, you are in fact greatly needed by the Order. I will not force you to return, but I will ask you to reconsider what you are doing."
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Karl the Unfettered
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Jul 8, 2009 18:08:18 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jul 8, 2009 18:08:18 GMT -5
The Iridorians threw some grenades, and Velos deflected some of them; fine and well, since it meant Tuljima could maintain his stance. But he couldn't send all of them back, and the emaciated Knight was peppered with bits of shrapnel and debris. "Leave off," he hissed, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth; soon enough the rain stopped, and he refocused.
Unfortunately, Velos lost no time leaping back into the fray. "Wha-? Oi! Kid!" the Knight shouted, losing his concentration as the Padawan leaped down. "Damnit!" he hissed, bringing the blaster back up so he could cover the youngster again. The swarm of mercenaries was finally thinning out, and with Velos to distract them Tuljima was able to pick off those that remained one by one. His shots weren't perfect, though; Velos' actions had thrown him off, and he missed a few blasts, forcing him to shoot again.
Without warning a flashbang grenade came out of nowhere, and the normally light-footed Jedi couldn't react in time; the ordnance detonated mere feet from his head, and he only had time to turn his face away before his world became a blinding flash. "Augh!" he screamed, clapping his hands to his face and stumbling backward, his blaster forgotten by the edge of the roof. He fell down on his back, writhing in pain and shock, rubbing furiously at his disabled eyes.
Through the madness, he heard an unpleasant chuckle: "Hehehe... time t' die, Jeedai," came the voice, followed by the clatter of a weapon being picked up and checked. Tuljima realized that one of the surviving mercenaries had snuck around behind them, and wondered how he could have been caught off guard so badly. He thought maybe it was because he had been so focused on protecting Velos; that had to be it, surely.
But there was no time for musing; he was about to be shot dead with his own gun, and he still couldn't see. "Nae yit," he muttered fiercely, calling on the Force to aid his vision; the world swam into the slightly distorted view provided by Force Sight, and he made the pain go away so he could move. When the timing was right he rolled quickly to the side, using the momentum to come up to his feet; then he ducked, as another blast went over his head.
After that he grinned smugly, as the blaster in the alien's hand clicked uselessly; it was empty. "Damn," the armored warrior cursed, throwing it aside. "Whatev, I c'n deal with you personally!" and he yanked his sword out and advanced on Tuljima. The Jedi merely whipped his lightsaber out and severed the Iridorian's legs clean off, slicing the stomach open on the counterstroke; without pausing he reached out and pulled his gun back to his hand, reloading it automatically as he strode back to the edge of the roof.
From that vantage he could see the mercenaries had been all destroyed, save for one or two by the Rogue Jedi. "Fair 'nough," he muttered, bringing the heavy blaster up again; two more shots, and the last of them were eliminated. Before he could take aim at the rogues themselves, a rustle from behind drew his attention; he turned to look, just in time for the hilt of a sword to smash into his face. The Iridorian, in its last moments, had gathered up its fallen blade and thrown it headlong at the one who had slain him. Tuljima was once again knocked backward, only this time he fell off the edge of the roof, landing in a dazed heap. "Enough a'ready," he whispered foggily, struggling to his feet in a daze. "'Elp..."
At least Velos was ok. Maybe the two rogues would have seen Tuljima's actions in protecting the younger Jedi and giving up his own well-being, and perhaps it would remind them what it really meant to be a Jedi; to give up all thought of one's self so that others could survive. Hopefully it would inspire them to surrender, or at least give the other two a fighting chance.
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Jul 9, 2009 4:13:08 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Jul 9, 2009 4:13:08 GMT -5
"So this is what you and Madara have been up to..."
"I can explain..."
"There's nothing to explain, Aylar. And the secret visits to your family... if the Council found out.... You know that attachment is forbidden!"
"Are you saying that it is wrong for me to see my family?"
"You made an oath. The Jedi Order is your family. What you are doing leads to the Dark Side."
"I love my family. Are you saying that love leads to the Dark Side?"
"Yes,.... No.... Not exactly..."
He never had a chance to finish that sentence, as that had when Raine had attacked. She didn't know where this memory had suddenly come from, and she forced it out of her mind.
Hands on her lightsabers, she faced Master Magna.
"You fear for the life of the child,... yet you are the one who put him in harm's way." Hypocrite. The levitating barrels began to rotate in a circle, spinning faster and faster. "You won't force us? Then leave. You have until three."
She held up a closed fist, and lifted a single finger.
"One."
She ignited one of her lightsabers, emerald blade extending with a snap-hiss.
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Aug 17, 2009 7:21:34 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Aug 17, 2009 7:21:34 GMT -5
(I know this is going to be quite anticlimactic but this needs to be finished)
Greatly needed by the Order eh?
Madara didn't doubt that statement one bit. The Order needed all the help they could get. The female Jedi was mistaken in her thoughts though. They had committed outright murder and that to of a fellow Jedi. The council would not take them back, no they would be stripped of who they were and thrown in prison. Part of him knew he deserved it but he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life in prison.
He turned to Raine, his partner in all of this. They had both only wanted have a little more, they weren't evil people. Well, atleast until the point where they had killed. Even has Raine ignited her lightsaber, he sensed hesitation on her part. She was even giving them a chance to turn around and leave them. That was all they wanted after all, they had exiled themselves from the Order and now just wanted to be left alone.
Looking back at the young face of the padawan, his doubt continued to grow. He had held a lightsaber to the child's throat, a simple flick couldve ended his life. That was not who he was, he was until recently a respected and accomplished Jedi Master. Killing children or even threatening them was not who he was. Madara let out a long sigh.
This really is hopeless
He lowered his lightsaber, yet did not turn it off. He walked slowly towards Magna with caution in his steps.
"You should know as well as I that if this continues that atleast one of us will die here. You say you will not force us to return, I will hold you to that."
He doused his saber and tossed it in front of him.
"I will return with you, but you will not pursue Raine."
Madara simply shook his head in resignation and allowed himself a light chuckle. He truly was hopeless, all that effort just to surrender himself. Madara just boiled it down to the will of the Force and silently hoped that this Jedi would be smart and take up his offer.
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Aug 19, 2009 13:39:41 GMT -5
Post by Eternal Skies on Aug 19, 2009 13:39:41 GMT -5
The battle was slowly dwindling to a close. Velos could feel this and was inwardly pleased that after this he'd be able to rest for a bit. His lightsaber was drawing yet more blood from the Iridorians as it struck through their chests. They were still more skilled in battle than the young padawan and so more injuries were struck upon the youngster. He was beginning to slow his pace significantly when he heard gun shots above him.
He saw the two blasts fly overhead and wondered whether Tuljima had gone mad. Or even worse; was someone else up there with him? Velos couldn't worry too long as he remembered he was still in battle. Only a handful of the Iridorians still lived and Velos took a deep breath as he blocked the incoming slash to his chest. The energy needed was slowly draining him and he was struggling.
The blade of his lightsaber found its way through the guts of two Iridorians before a sharp foot knocked him to the ground wheezing for breath. ”Goddamn it. Ugh,” Velos coughed as he staggered to his feet with a sudden counter attack. The final Iridorian fell to the ground dead just as Velos knelt forwards heavily weakened from the brawl.
A heavy thump from behind him caught his attention. Swiftly his head turned to the heap that now lay at the base of the warehouse. The glint of the metal blaster raised worry through the young boy who, despite his aching injuries, instantly rushed over to the collapsed knight.
”Tuljima? Tuljima...Are you alive?” Velos' voice was cracked in worry for his companion with this mission. He didn't want anyone he now knew to suffer any deaths. He rolled the older male onto his back to clear up his airways. ”Please don't die...” His whispered kneeling over Tuljima.
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Aug 19, 2009 15:38:26 GMT -5
Post by starwarsgirl008 on Aug 19, 2009 15:38:26 GMT -5
Things had not gone as planned. Luxa could sense blood spilling everywhere- both from her enemies and allies. In the end, however, the only thing that mattered was the success of the mission. She knew that her allies would not have agreed to go on the mission if they were not willing to give their lives to ensure its success.
Then, suddenly one of the rogue Jedi approached. Luxa listened to his terms of agreement and slightly nodded after he spoke. "Hmm...very well." she agreed, thinking that the mission was better off half complete with less blood, then fully complete with endless lives lost. Luxa instructed the rogue Jedi to go meet up with Tuljima and Velos, but before leaving herself, she spoke to the other rogue Jedi, "You are free to do as you please now, but I urge you to think wisely. You obviously look up to the man who sacrificed a life of freedom for that of yours, why not follow his example. Life is about sacrifices, without them we remain evil slugs, but with them we make the Galaxy a better place. I urge you to rejoin the Jedi, as life alone in the Galaxy is much scarrier then life with a patner, and while the Jedi Order comes with many restriction, but at least u have someone to lean on." And with that Luxa left to meet up with her allies.
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Karl the Unfettered
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Aug 22, 2009 12:55:54 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Aug 22, 2009 12:55:54 GMT -5
Aside from bruising and a concussion, Tuljima was ok, if a little dizzy and cross-eyed. "Gerroffame," he hissed as he heaved himself to his feet, smacking the side of his head to make his eyes straighten out. He looked at the pair of Velos's standing beside him and scowled; that wasn't how it was supposed to be, there should only be one Velos Borgman. Automatically his hands ran across his weapons and gear, checking for anything missing; his gun wasn't there, but he knew it had to be nearby.
If only he could see straight. "'elp me fin' me gun, bucko," the older Jedi muttered, putting an arm around Velos' shoulder and peering at the ground dazedly. Everything was blurry, doubled up; with some difficulty he called on the Force to heal his head and his sight. Gradually the pain receded and his vision cleared somewhat, and he saw his blaster sitting on the ground, only a little scuffed and dented from its mistreatment.
He bent down to pick it up, ignoring the moment of nausea, and turned to see Madara coming over; had he surrendered? Hopefully so. "Err," Tuljima began, unsure what to say since he wasn't one for speeches. "Um, good t' 'ave ye back?" he finished lamely. He rubbed his face and groaned quietly; he was in for one hell of a migraine.
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Aug 28, 2009 19:23:15 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Aug 28, 2009 19:23:15 GMT -5
She stopped, watching the battle around her. The surviving Iridorians fought on, as did the other two Jedi, though both were wounded, the young one especially. The young one...
When Raine went to visit her family, the one most eager to see her had always been her nephew. Though he was not Force sensitive, he had always been fascinated by her life as a Jedi. "Aunt Raine, one day I want to be able to go out into the galaxy and help everyone, like you!" he would say, and Raine would pat him on the head and smile warmly. "I'm sure you'll go far one day."
The padawan was bleeding in several places, yet he fought on. And the knight, wounded as well, but struggling to protect his younger companion. Both in pain, and both refusing to give up.
A flash of memory...
"Aunt Raine, one day I want to be able to go out into the galaxy and help everyone, like you..." When had she last seen him? He would be about the same age as the padawan now... She gasped. What am I doing?
"Are you saying that love leads to the Dark Side?" What would she say when she saw him again? We started out trying to save the galaxy. What happened? Her lightsaber deactivated with a sad, disheartening sound. Her eyes met with those of the twi'lek Jedi. Maybe the Order did need them back. But she could not go back, not now. I need some time to myself, I have much to think about. Perhaps some day she would be able to return, but she was not ready just yet.
She sent a telepathic message to the leader of the Iridorians. Call your men off. You have done your job well, but this fight is over. The leader heard her words, barked a few commands in some alien language, and one by one, the mercenaries disengaged from the fight, and gathering their wounded, retreated back into the abandoned warehouses that had become their camp.
Raine turned around, giving Madara one last look. Thank you. And with that, she took off at a run, disappearing into the shadowed alleyways. The city at night would be a good place to get lost in, until she was ready to come back out.
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Oct 6, 2009 9:21:53 GMT -5
Post by starwarsgirl008 on Oct 6, 2009 9:21:53 GMT -5
((I know it isn't my turn to post, but I think this should end, so I am posting a little wrap up here. I can't have my character trapped on this planet forever. Feel free to post a follow-up up or something if you feel that you should))
Luxa began to slowly step towards Tuljima and Velos, yet something compelled her to turn back around. She signaled for Tuljima to escort Velos back towards the ship, and then Luxa gave into her urge, spinning back around and walking back towards her previous opponents.
Lights flickered in the distance as the afternoon turned to the evening. Luxa stood next to the Lost, and now Found, Jedi known as Madara. She stared at Madara's partner, as she ran into the city. "Emotion is a curious thing. Many believe it to be an illusion, but it's not. It is as hard as a brick wall, yet as soft as a weightless feather. It is as strong as the soul of a Jedi and as powerful as the soul of a Sith, and it is this power that makes it dangerous." Luxa began to speak to Madara. "Yet so many believe that only anger can lead to the Dark Side. They do not realize that anger is weak compared to another emotion. Love." Luxa let out a light sigh and placed her hand on Madara's shoulder. "Anger attacks the mind, Love attacks the heart. It is very difficult to protect both of these sanctuaries within us, and that is why the Jedi teach it. You have made a sacrifice Madara. I think you will find you have not ventured too far from the Jedi ways.” A thin grin force up the end of Luxa’s lips.
“Come, we are no longer needed on this planet.” Luxa turned around and began walking back towards the ship with Madara. “Do not worry, my friend. I am sure you haven’t seen the last of her.” Luxa assured Madara.
The two Jedi soon returned to the site of the ship. Luxa boarded and stepped up to the cock pit. She called in Velos for a last minute Velos. “I hope you have acquired much information from this mission. You will find that in life the greatest battles are not fought with a lightsaber, and not even with the Force. The greatest battles are fought within yourself.” Luxa then turned to a window, staring down at the planet as the ship took off.
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