The desire.. and the candidate

[Necro Stormborn]

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Darkness.... the void was endless. space..... a continuous frontier. Never ending, always needing exploration. So many questions unanswered. However, at one point in the galaxy, there was a man... and his spirit was attuned to the stars.... open like that same empty void he called space. His name was Ramseye, and he had just departed from kashyykk.. the Slave trade there had gone well. He had been assigned to monitor the trade, and hopefully assassinate the Jedi High Council member, Vreem took upon his arrival... however things hadn't gone as planned. While yes, several jedi were slain, their bodies now mangled and hanging from branches in the Worshyr, They were not the one who he'd planned to vanquish.

His head laid back against the cushion of his flight chair. His eyes barely open... merely taking in what little light there was in the cockpit. He exhaled..... the force clouded his mind. It was so tough to read through the blaring confusions that were the galaxy. In and out.... the air entered and exited..... slowly, his chest rose and fell... he was calm. These moments were the slow times outside of battle.. the object he lived for. In a fight, Ramseye felt most alive.... though, at times like this, where he could drink up the life force around him...it was so serene.

The comm board lit to life, and the cabin lights sparkled on... the dim darkness he'd been sitting in... it vanished from his mind as reality flew into him. He inhaled slowly one last time... closing his eyes and breathing out through his mouth. The com signal , the red blinking button on his dashboard, seemed to call to him.

His finger floated slowly over to the button, depressing it, and allowing for a written text message to scroll down the screen.

::Start Transmission::
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::Beginning now::

Hello Ramseye,

I am greatly appreciative of your assistance on Kashyykk. We are in your eternal debt. Unfortunately, there was a witness. Mechanical, yes. However, it would seem that he has been monitoring our operations there for some time now.. relaying information back to his master out of the system on a Caldarii Space station. This matter must be corrected. This matter was only recently brought to us. If this information is leaked, what will become of the empire, and her subsidiaries are questionable. We have already send an assassin to rid us of this nuisance.... However, it seems a change in protection has made it rather difficult. The jedi guard he now possesses is well beyond the caliber of any assassin we could send. We regret to inform you that your presence is needed briefly on this station.

Please resolve the above matter, we once more extend our gratitude, and expect great things from you, and your master.

-Anonymous-
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::Ending transmission::



Ramseye sighed once more.... pressing his head back down into the cushion and spoke aloud, the coordinate to the station, allowing for his on board computer to do the rest. He would return to the depths of his thought, seems his day would get a little brighter.

[Dire Wolf]

Two bright lights danced in the darkness that had fallen over the space station. One was a bright silver, it stood for virtue, honor, and selflessness... the other held a deep rouge hue, which stood for everything that undermined its brighter counterpart. These two lights were forever locked in deceptively beautiful, yet deadly, dance of death, only one would emerge the victor. Would it be the one that held the murderous crimson flare that sought nothing more to destroy? Or would the scintillating argent hue whose sole purpose was defense? Only time would tell.

Rhissai gazed at the hideous snarl that contorted the Dark Jedi's face through unblinking crystalline green eyes as she clashed with him. It was a sad thing, really, this Dark Jedi had so much potential in the Force... she could feel it within him. A waste. Yet, all her attempts to try and convince him to put down his arms were in vein, and she loathed to admit it... but she felt that slaying him was necessary. She very much detested the very thought of doing such a thing.

She had done enough of that in her (comparatively) long life.

The woman narrowly ducked below the deep scarlet saber, a little bit of the long midnight hair was singed off from the incomprehensible heat of the blade despite her dodge. “What a,” she moved her silver saber ever so slightly so it could block his swipe, “fun smell.” Rhiss snickered at the thought as the wretched smell of burnt hair assaulted her nose, attacking the scent receptors like an army of putrid soldiers. The man was obviously a marauder, and one well versed in the art of Juyo no less, his swipes and flurries required the knowledge and athletic ability that only one versed in Form VII could have.

Luckily, Rhissai was a master at Soresu, the “defensive” art of lightsaber combat. Her sole purpose was to barely move her lightsaber enough to block the attack, conserving as much energy as possible while all of her opponent's effort and energy was hopelessly wasted on the stalwart bastion of her defense. The woman rolled her feet backwards in an attempt to keep the man from steamrolling over her, keeping up the overwhelming defense while he swung swipe after swipe.

Until she caught a mistake.

Then she saw an opening... a flaw... the perfect opportunity to end this entire battle with the single deft stroke of her blade. He must have thought that she was only defending because she was weak, and far too afraid to strike. He was wrong. So the Dark Jedi brought the sanguine blade over his head in preparation for an incredibly powerful overhead strike. The end was nothing epic. No. The scintillating argent sword of light that the Jedi Master had appropriately named “White Fang” moved to make impale the man through his black and murderous heart. It easily seared a path through the cloth, the flesh, and the bone as if the natural armor was little more than butter...though it may as well have been. After the gleaming blade ran the “man” through she flipped the ignition button that lie on the katana-style hilt of White Fang.

The silver blade slowly retreated back into its sheath just as the Dark Jedi sunk to his knees, a look of surprised agony flashed across his face as yellow eyes looked up at the winner of the duel. His shining red sword shifted into the nothing that its master now was as the two fell simultaneously. The lightsaber hit the deck with a clatter of steel on steel at the very same moment that the master slumped against it with a resounding thud. Rhissai knelt down next to the cooling carrion and put her hand on its shoulder and brought her lips close to his ear, whispering into it.

“May your soul find the peace in death that you never did in life.”

The emerald eyed woman took in a few moments of silence for the man until the remains of his signature finally fled her senses. Despite the fact that this creature was her foe, and in life wanted nothing more than to see her die a terrible death, she silently grieved for the loss of life. After those few long moments expired she slowly straightened her knees and walked back to the control room where the man that she was charged to protect resided. Rhissai looked back at the cold corpse just as the door slid shut and slowly mouthed...

“What a waste.”

[Necro Stormborn]

There was a clicking noise as Ramseye's blockade runner slowly made its way towards the station. The Caldarii station was a large, rotund black like structure. It resembled a floating city.. perhaps like Cloud City, however it was more square.

the craft buckled a little as a gravity beam stuck them and the traction began to reel them in, slowly towards the hangar bay. He stretched his senses... breathing slowly. The occupants of the station were countless.... it indeed was like a small city. But from the intelligence, he checked his datapad again to make sure, this man was the director. Therefore, finding the director was never hard. There was always a map or landmark that would lead to administration.

The ship slowly came to stop, and ramseye bolted from his chair, whirling back towards the exit ramp, grasping his cloak, slipping it on over him, and pulling his saber to the side, hidden beneath the cloak. He smiled as the ramp went down... "This should be .... Fun."

He walked down, and listened as the ramp closed behind him as he walked away. he began quickly scanning the area.. walls, people.... faces..... even buildings looking for something that would give him a piece of information he would need to finish this quickly. That was what he was known for.... fast, and untraceable. Destructive, scary... and upfront, but fast and untraceable.

He briskly stepped towards a plasteel wall, looking out into space, with an adjacent wall covered in a large directory. This was perfect. He traced the guide with his eyes landing on the "You are here" symbol and smiling as he noticed the proximity to the administration sector. How perfect.... mere blocks away from the building.


He traced the map again, then twisted his neck to the right staring off into the mass that was the steel structures making up this floating city. Ramseye then moved quickly and efficiently through the crowds, down the street, up two flights of stairs, crossed by several patrol guard, had to shoulder one patrol guard who got suspicious when he cirlced the same building twice, finally he saw an opening and went upwards into the facility...

Stretching his sense.. he felt only a feint sensation.... perhaps it was the will or fear of the man, or perhaps it was the jedi guarding him unawares of the new intruder just days after the previous one.

Ramseye had a malicious grin as he pulled his hood down, revealing his bald head, as he punched the button for the elevator, entering it as it dinged, and pressing one of the top floors... he'd search each one till he found the man... not his target... no. He wanted the jedi.

[Dire Wolf]

Shek See was, most certainly, in a gigantic world of bantha fodder. All because his superior thought that it would be “fun” to have him test a penetrating surveillance system on Kashyyyk. That is when he saw it: a kriffing slave camp. That is when something deep inside him knew that he delved into the biggest pile of poo-doo that he had ever seen. It didn't help that not a week later an assassin was killed trying to get into his building, with a picture of yours truly on his person no less.

Shek's little togruta brain ran through his woes over and over again as his protector sat quietly in the corner, soaking up every little bit of information that her natural and supernatural senses could pick up. Rhissai was never the kind of girl to enjoy comfortable things like soft beds, opulent chairs, good food, a warm blanket, but after sitting down in that plush chair in the dark corner of the room she began to reconsider her position on such frivolous things.

The Aphithirian woman let out a long sigh of comfort as she rested on the incredibly comfortable seat. Rhiss was so comfy, in fact, that she allowed herself to give in to her flesh by leaning her raven head against the wall and slowly drift to sleep. Unlike most of her nap sessions, this one was far from dreamless... which was all that she counted it to be. A dream...

… her eyes flashed open. But the previous pleasant scenery of the administration room was replaced the by flames, twisted durasteel, and a few twisted and broken corpses inside of a shuttle. The pilot was decapitated by ceramic plate that flew off of the hull, the co-pilot's head hung on but a strand of flesh that was only left intact because the said plate didn't see fit to be but a millimeter to the right.

She nearly gagged.

The Jedi shut her eyes tight and practically ran out of the shuttle, hoping not to see any more death and destruction. Rhiss couldn't handle much more than that... she had seen far too much. The woman was barely down the twisted ramp when she saw an odd sight: A bald man standing about twenty feet from the smoldering wreckage, a crimson saber staff in his hand.

White fang near instantly met her grasp and ignited with the all-to-familiar snap-hiss she as leaped towards him, he was responsible for the shuttles crash no doubt. She swung her silver blade down at his first form with a blazing fury that she hadn't felt in two decades. Rhiss was angry. She could feel the anger lend her strength, making her swipes only more furious. They fought for what seemed like hours before the woman finally managed to separate the man's saber from his grasp with a little push of the Force.

Unfortunately that left her open for him to do the same. Fortunately she was a master of unarmed combat. So she darted towards the man, unafraid of his strength, and wrapped her arms around his left leg. From there she drove her shoulder into his abdomen while lifting the said leg up as high as she could, it wasn't long before her speed matched with his newfound instability caused the two to plummet to the earth. This was called the single leg.

As she expected herself to do, she quickly straddled the man's form in preparation to beat the living tar out of him with electric-powered punches. Only... she couldn't help but notice that her hands weren't pulling back in preparation to strike him, nor was the lighting dancing in between her finger tips. Instead, she used her hands to pin the man's larger ones above his head. She slowly moved in for the kiss...

Her eyes shot open nearly as fast as she stood up and began to shake her head violently. This surprised the hell out of Shek See, not that the Jedi Master cared at all. What she did care about, however, was that dream that felt more like she was there rather than she was an observer. Was it a vision? No. It couldn't be. How could she do that? Fight a dark Jedi and then...

A new presence in the building quickly cut off her line of thought. It was dark and foreboding, much like the Dark Jedi that she fought a few days ago. Only stronger. She turned to Shek and snaked a thought over to him, he may not have been able to send one back... but she could still plant one in his mind, “hide and do not come out until I direct you to do so.” With that she turned around and began to search for this new presence.

No.

Not search. Find a defensible position. She was no fool, Dark Jedi simply adored finding strong Jedi and trying to cast them down. Only, she would not be cast down so easily... nor would she be caught unprepared. She quickly headed down towards a narrow corridor, very defensible, and the only thing that it lead down to was a set of turbo lifts. Each would rocket downwards at mind numbing speeds to a gargantuan reactor room (much like the one in the darth maul duel in episode one).

She was prepared.

Next, she issued her challenge to the dark presence, “you want me, Dark Jedi, come and get me. Reactor core elevator hall way. There is no need to harm the togruta.” She unhooked white fang from its hook and held it loosely in her hand.

Now, all that she had to do was wait...

[Necro Stormborn]

The lift was moving at an incredible rate.... the gust of wind from passing levels brushed past his face. In his mind, Ramseye attempted to map out the area.... but even he could not trace the grounds with his mind... He was not "That" powerful............Yet.


He leaned against the wall, staring out the open space that was the door, watching the levels go by. The air seemed to be stale.... though, he wasn't doing it intentionally.. perhaps it was the station. He continued to keep his force presence... or perhaps a better name... his dark malign aura to a minimal. He didn't want to go tipping off the guardian his true strength... the fact that his mind clouded the area with lust and anger would be enough....


Then, the guard seemed to push him, or perhaps....attempt to provoke him. That was not the jedi way. He grinned... what a foolish attempt to rattle him. The lift would slowly come to a stop.. and the level would open up to a tight hallway... in the middle of which, stood a half cloaked figure, with appealing curves, and arousing hair. He smiled once more... Not only would this be fun... but perhaps even more then he had originally planned for. "Hmmm."

Taking step out of the Lift, it seemed the woman still hadn't noticed him... in fact it would appear that she didn't even turn around till he was 20 feet from her, and he coughed at her to get her attention. when she turned, he was already leaning with his back against the wall..... it was weird how silent he'd been .. additionally she must have been so uptight about the presence, that she wasn't focusing right.

The look of shock in her eyes when she turned was unsightly. He almost laughed. In fact he almost bellowed at her something like "Grow a spine." he stared at her face, pearing into her eyes, barely showing his true form to her. She was indeed an appealing woman... far more than the woman he'd been stuck in the shuttle with on Kashyykk. He brushed the thought from his mind as he smiled at her and spoke, brushing his saber safe behind his cloak as not to make it blatantly obvious.

"So... perhaps you could, hmmm, well. It seems I am lost. Do you know how I can find the administrator? I'm pretty sure this is his office..." Each word was like venom, he was trying to take advantage of the horror bestowed upon her face... and as far as he was concerned .. it was sinking in, boiling her blood.

[Dire Wolf]

Jedi Master Rhissai'arckan didn't just wait, no, she couldn't afford to do that. During the wait she stood in a rather wide stance her head bowed and the emitter of her lightsaber facing down at the ground. She was meditating. Soon enough the Force gathered and began to whirl around her body like some kind of benevolent maelstrom, caressing her flesh in the softest of ways while at the same time adding strength and focus to it.

She needed that much, especially after that dream.

Then a cough behind her not only interrupted her meditations, but nearly made her jump out of her skin. It seemed that she was so wrapped up in preparing for the Dark Jedi's arrival that she withdrew her awareness... a foolish mistake that she would not allow again. Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when she turned around and saw him.

The bald one from her dream. A mixed look of terror and complete surprise flashed across her face as she instinctively took a step backwards. It was him. Rhissai had never seen him before... by the Force how did she know who he was in her dream... let alone... she shook her head. His words seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, as bright green eyes gazed right back into black pools set in his head.

“Y-... you...,” she only managed a mumble at the latter part of her statement, “... the one from my dream....”

The woman loosened the grip on white fang slightly, still in shock from seeing that the man that stood before her was, in fact, real. She wouldn't have bothered to ignite her lightsaber anyway... not until he made a move.

[Necro Stormborn]

Ramseye smiled at her shock... his mind, he was playing with a squeaky toy. This match was already over before it had started... he'd delved into her mind already. He pushed off the wall and slowly sighing he smiled and walked over to her.. stopping mere feet from her.... when she didn't attempt to cleave him in half, it only reinforced his bent ideals.

He brought his arm up in a thinking position as if he was acting... which he was. Scratching his chin he leaned in and stared at her face. continuing to grin.. he brought his spare hand up and rubbed his head.. as a person would do if they were scratching their scalp.

"Hmmm.... your a tad short on words...... perhaps your not who I'm looking for... well... I guess you should move then." He smiled a wicked grin, closing his eyes completely, then opening them and taking a step past her, and retracting his hand back to his cloak. He was pushing the limit, and he knew... game time was almost over.


He allowed his anger to seep out through his body, the air become putrid.... hate and lust, power, thirst all flew in to the air mixing some cocktail of power and spray it all over them. The darkness was like tentacles of an unseen octopus, lapping all around him, slapping at her presence in the force.

He hadn't even finished his second step when he sent a crippling wave of thrusting force at her, probably slamming her into the wall to her side. He smiled after emitting such destruction

"Ohh... your not done?" he said as he turned to look at the results.

[Dire Wolf]

He may have thought that he'd already delved into her mind, one the mental battle before the actual physical one took place. The difference between thought and reality, however, was quite staggering. Rhissai was not one for losing mental battles, and she rarely did. The shock of actually realizing that what she saw while she dozed was a vision still held her in its clutches. Until he slapped at her presence with the Force.

That opened the flood gates. In an instant she called the Force to the muscles in her legs so that she could push off, leaping past the man and effectively dodging the wave of power that he sent towards her. She hit the ground with a roll and the snap-hiss of white fang awakening in her grasp as she flipped the switch. The scintillating silver blade bayed for a fight... and she could sense one on the horizon, this man was strong, far stronger than the assassin from a few days ago, but could he really stand up to a Jedi Master? She hoped not.

The woman rolled back on her heels and brought white fang's handguard up to her temple, pointing the blade out towards the Dark Jedi. Her bent knees and spread feet just screamed Soresu, but Rhissai didn't care, she had mastered the art long ago... and a masters of form III were 'verse renown for their amazing defenses.

“None shall pass.”

She glared daggers at the dark man as she held that position, just waiting for him to attack. Though she did not idle. No, there was much activity going on behind those crystalline colored eyes of hers, she constantly worked to form her mind into a great citadel. She arranged her thoughts into a massive marble wall that surrounded her consciousness. It would be no easy thing to sneak past her barriers, and harder still to pierce through them, but it was possible. With patience.

Though, she was also working on finding a mental weakness to this Dark Jedi that stood before her. Rhissai aimed to make this a quick fight, and more often than not a Form III defense backed by a mental offense was the quickest and safest way to do it.

[Necro Stormborn]

Ramseye laughed at the dodge, and the uncanny style she stepped into. her heart rate rising, her legs shaking a little before steadying. He was still in the midst of a grin.

"Oohh...how........intriguing. Perhaps your more than a simple wall for me to break through. Though I warn you... if this starts.... It's not going to end well for you. In fact, chances are.. you'll end up on the ground, pinned.... perhaps strattled, and your lightsaber will be gone far away."

He stepped forwards slowly... approaching her. He still saw no reason to draw his blade... she was of little circumstance at the moment. His aura was only getting stronger by the second... hers would slowly give.

"Just so you know..the mind goes astray dear... my muscles, do not." He cackled and continued walking forwards. step by step... moving closer. Finally he was within sweeping distance, and she still hadn't made a move.

"How droll... Your really going to make me fight you.... " He looked her up and down one last time...."It's a shame... that body of yours is going to go to waste..." He simply stood infront of her, hands in his cloak now, hood down, arms crossed, legs spread. He was tanking her, and whatever she tried... He'd probably laugh at.... then again.... jedi were resourceful at times of desperation.

[Dire Wolf]

Rhissai quirked a brow at the man's first comment, not end well for her? That may be. Not that she had a problem with it... if she died she would become one with the Force, and in effect become a far stronger being than he could ever hope to be. A little smirk cracked across her lips as her words shot a deadly venom back at the man.

“Straddled? Oh, that would be the worst position for you to be in, little one.”

The woman could sense his aura grow exponentially stronger at every step, it was beginning to become oppressive. Yet, the great and powerful walls of her mind held fast against the storm and did not waver. She would not... she could not allow them to. If she broke here than the coming battle was lost.

“Yes, m'dear, but your muscles are much better suited if your mind is non-existant. As yours will be if you do not turn around and walk away.”

A quick flare of anger erupted out of the woman's heart as he made his parting shot. But she managed to quell it. Her body was not a waste of any sort, her body was her own. Though, the look of anger still managed to flash across her face as she held fast her stance, now that he was within sweeping distance all it would take to end him now was a quick jab to the gut...

No.

He could make the first attack, and if he went for his lightsaber it was very likely that he would be half the man that he used to be. Not figuratively either. Lightsabers were awful hot, more than hot enough to sear itself clean through a body with extreme ease. Again... she waited for him to make the first move.

[Necro Stormborn]

He sighed...... he was seriously bored. He stepped two steps closer.... he was within punching range.. then he made half a step closer and stopped... still no attack. Oh dear..he thought.

Now that he was in range to smell her, drink in what she was, he moved a hand out from his cloak, slowly as to not alarm her.... though should she decide to make a move on the False sense of upperhand he'd granted her, she'd find he was probably much faster then she thought.

He closed his eyes... hand open, palm flat, facing her. "If you move, or put your weapon in my hand, we can avoid everything... though.... perhaps you need a demonstration."

As quick as the force permitted he sucked in air filling his lungs, at the same time summoning enough force to slam another crippling wave of thrust from behind... one meant to shovel her forwards towards him...It seemed like a vortex had opened and was pulling her forwards.... most likely the speed at which this happened would not only catch her offguard... but could possibly work.

However, the push was not his main goal, if she failed to budge and held fast, in the moment of confusion, he'd grasp her saber hand. though... he awaited to see what would unfold... whether or not she'd tumble forwards.. or stand fast..

[Dire Wolf]

Rhissai's muscles rippled under her robes as she prepared for the Dark Jedi to make some kind of movement, anywhere, do anything. Then he decided that it was prudent to slowly raise an open palm towards her. She was no idiot... he was going to do something, and that something was probably related to telekinesis. All that it would now take was a swift and decisive jab to the abdomen and this entire ordeal would be over.

She dug her foot into the steel plating in preparation for whatever wave of Force energy and consciousness that was sure to explode out of that open palm. Again, she would not make the aggressive move, it was neither the Jedi way, nor was it her own. She pressed the tip of her leading foot into the ground slightly for a second as if to say “pass this line and you're a dead man.”

“I believe this brings us back to my previous "none shall pass" line, doesn't it?”

And then the spike of Force energy slammed into her back, she struggled to hold her position as best she could. Being thrown off of her feet wasn't preferable in any circumstance, unless it happened to be into the man, but even then fighting him hand to hand would be risky while he had his lightsaber within reach.

This was the very move that she was looking for. The muscles in her arms tensed and flexed as they coiled up to send the pulsing blade into the man's chest. She mirrored this action mentally by sending an all-out-assault against the man's mind, unleashing telepathic hell on whatever defenses he had. They would probably hold, yes, but it may provide enough of a distraction so that her white fang could sink into his flesh.

[Necro Stormborn]

It happened so quickly. A blaze of movement. Anyone who wasn't enhanced by the force, any person who didn't have their senses heightened to the maximum level would have had an extremely hard time trying to sort out what had just happened. In fact, Ramseye could guess that Rhissai, this female jedi was also in a little bit of disbelief.

THis told Ramseye alot of what he needed to know. He was in a matter of speaking reading her like a book at the moment. His saber was still not drawn, yet he'd gained the upper hand by taking advantage of the female's recklessness. He smiled as he stood erect, back against the wall. He was now standing sideways looking at the other wall in the tight corridor. He'd switched from trying to walk forwards to simply standing to the side.

On the floor to his left, the direction that had been behind him when he was facing forwards prior, was the female. She was sprawled on the ground, bunched up in a sickening manner, as if a brick wall collided with her form and flattened her to the ground.

What had transpired, the event Ramseye had bore witness to was a spectacular turn of events. He'd fooled the woman into attacking, moved her out of the way, and still hadn't unbuckled his saber. He smiled back at the slagged creature.

"Well.... That was interesting."

What had happened was, as Rhissai swung forth, she compromised the barrier she'd set up to withstand the blow. She overestimated her ability to hold fast against the pull, and made a swinging attempt.o To her advantage, she also hit him with a mental attack... now that hit him hard.. and he hadn't expected it. However, his muscle memory and reflexes kicked in and he scooted to the side avoiding the blade, causing a tremendous recoil to attack Rhissai's stance. She'd just missed, and now after such an attempt, missing required more energy then hitting, her stance broke and the pull took full effect. She would be thrown to the ground, and her strong mental attack batting at his mind abated and ceased as she flew into the ground behind him.

Ramseye stepped back towards her, almost bending down to stare at her. "So.... do we need more of a demonstration? Or are we done playing?" He was at a safe distance with the rest of his body, aside from his chest.. though he'd laugh at a feeble jab attempt from that low..

[Dire Wolf]

As Rhissai didn't quite expect that, him being able to dodge a Force augmented jab that also happened to be backed by the speed of his own Force wave AND the mental hell that she recently unleashed on the man. So she thought all of these things as she sped through the air towards the bulkhead at a good twenty to thirty miles an hour. At least. She had only barely managed to begin to protect her body during the meager half a second that she was airborne, so rather than the Force taking most if not all of the damage... it was her body that took a good portion.

Her body slammed into the bulkhead at bone-crushing speeds, leaving a Rhissai-shaped dent across its surface. The wall didn't manage to expend all of the gargantuan amounts of momentum that she had built up, no, some of the energy bounced her back off of the wall so she had a good fall to the ground. Though, her legs didn't have quite enough stability to keep her up at that particular moment in time, so all that could really do was crumple like a stack of cards under her weight.

So there she was, sprawled out on the floor in a somewhat sickening manner, wondering how the man managed to dodge her thirty miles an hour white-fang stab. That, and she was trying to overcome the pain, which happened to be fairly unbelievable and mind-numbing by the way, by shrouding herself in a warm blanket of the Force. She had always been adept at the healing arts, but to be honest Rhissai didn't think that she could heal herself faster than this Dark Jedi could come and perform the coup de grace on her broken form. It didn't mean that she wouldn't try, just that she was somewhat hopeless at the moment.

The woman could feel her bones slowly move and set into place, red vines began to form over the ashes of the broken, and the bruising on her internal organs slowly began to fade. This did not happen all at once of course, nor did any of the process happen fast, by no stretch of the imagination was she amazing at the healing arts after all. Not that amazing anyways. The intensity of her fiery green eyes seemed to dull to a deeper green as they looked up at the man that hovered over her. Like most Dark Jedi he taunted the woman who he probably thought was defeated, how wrong he was.

Keyword: thought.

She wouldn't attempt to call white fang's blade out of its sheath (it was deactivated during her rapid transit across the corridor) no, this man was fast. Obviously faster than she. But there was one arena that she had him on: the Force. Instead of trying to demolish this man with martial strength and prowess, she would do so with but a simple thought. It was a thought, after all, that could cast out the strongest waves of the Force, a thought that could destroy the strongest of minds, and even heal the worst of wounds. It would do none of the three, however, not yet. Her thoughts had something else in store... a storm.

Small sparks of electricity began to jump inbetween her fingers as she looked up at the man who thought she was defeated. Oh, she was done playing alright, and now was the time for a demonstration of her power. Rhissai began to pour what energy she wasn't using in the process of healing her flesh into her arm, and soon the Force began to collect into a whirlpool around the said limb. Then it reached critical mass.

“Done... playing...”

The pain involved in opening a balled fist and arching one's fingers towards a person had the potential to be incredibly painful, especially when a few of the fingers in one's hand were broken. The Jedi Master could endure the pain that she was putting herself through, however, in her view pain was only weakness leaving the body. Blue-white arcs of electricity began to dance from her arched fingertips towards the bald one's legs... they were too far away for white fang to bite.

Which leads me into describing her second action.

She coupled the wave of lighting that she sent out by unsheathing the small sun that was white fang's silver blade and swiping it upwards towards the Dark Jedi's torso. To say that this was painful was an understatement, but again... it wasn't anything that she hadn't endured before.

[Necro Stormborn]

Ramseye stood there for a few seconds watching the feeble attempts for the girl to regain her ground. Though he must hand her an award. She was fast, very fast at healing. Then the girl did something foolish... she began to channel the force through her own arm, as if trying to collect it to one point.

For the most part, when she began to heal, his senses and observations of her body, regarding the force became very hazy. However, the dark tendrils that were the force surrounding him, began to curl around her, as if slowly constricting little by little, allowing him to see a little clearer, and also weaken her even more.

Then In a flash, she did something peculiar. She made a very good move. Lightning, similar in strength to something he could conjure arched towards his legs, and in the split second of confusion, she swiped for his torso.

The only thought in his mind, as he flushed everything out, was....... "Very good." He watched the blade, and lightning coming very slowly.... as if he'd slowed down time. This however was merely an attribute to his combat prowess. But even in the slowed thought process, he couldn't come up with anything, that would dodge, avoid or reflect in a minimalist point of view. He scoffed in his mind.... realizing he would finally be required to power on his saber.

He pulled quickly to his hand, summoning the elongated ancient weapon of Exar kunn... the saber he'd traveled so far, and searched so long to find. It's ancient pommel jumping into the figure of his hand, both sides of his staff lit up. Crimson red roaring into life, in the direction of the floor and ceiling.

He spun the bad once, then twice catching the arcs of electricity on the bottom blade, rotating up so the electrified blade moved clockwise into the air, allowing for the non electrified side to bounce up and smash aside the saber swipe, causing both sabers to melt a gap into the durasteel wall to their right. He rushed forth and with his freehand he clamped down on her shoulder, lunging forwards, dragging her across the hall with a mere 3 strides, at incredible speeds. He slammed her into the far wall, deactivating his saber, most likely knocking her's out of her hand, then as she was lifted against the wall, pinned he stared at her, breathing heavily. He was most entertained.... she actually made him draw his saber. However, he'd ignored her healing process, and most likely... she'd already finished.

He stared into her eyes, one hand holding her up by the shirt pressed hard against the wall, the other hand clutching his now deactivated saber. He smiled, exasperated.

"Well now..... Dont we....... have a ........ slight ..... problem." He said huffing for breath in between each phrase. His face was a mere 10 inches from hers.... she could probably feel the hot air from his mouth and nose as it left his body through the exhalation process

He tensed his muscles, trying to hold her up... keep her pinned to the wall. "This isn't a game... I told you how this would end.." His heavy breathing accompanied the words, then he smiled at her.... though this smile looked more genuine... as if he was starting to have fun. He put his saber back on his belt. and with his free hand he began to feel around between them to see if there was still a saber in her hand.... he'd try to break it free if there was... if there wasn't he would bring his other hand up to help hold her up.

[Dire Wolf]

A wry grin cracked across Rhissai's facial features as the lightning arched towards the Dark Jedi's feet. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, or to be more precise, a storm of lightning and a bright white sun speeding towards his chest. Green amethysts grew wide in their socket as the man pulled out and activated the ancient weapon of Exar Kun... the first double bladed lightsaber.

Rhiss did not expect that, to say the least.

This made things a little more difficult, now instead of having to deal with a single lightsaber, as she anticipated, the woman would have to go up against two blades. It wasn't has difficult as fighting a person who was adept at Jar'kai, but it required considerably more concentration than fighting one who had a single lightsaber.

To tell the truth, Rhissai figured that he would block both the simultaneous attacks the very instant that she saw him draw the ancient weapon. The block against white fang's fury had done more than simply bat the scintillating sun out of the way, it had moved it out of a position to singe off the man's hand should he grab her. He did, and before she could react the man had her grabbed by the shoulder and running towards the wall. Rhiss knew what was coming next... and so she readied herself to be slammed into the wall.

Luckily, the accelerated healing process that the Force had put her body through was albeit complete by the time that her body met with the durasteel. It hurt. A lot. But again, her pain was only her weakness leaving the body. She could feel the hot inhale and exhale against her face, she was pinned... and couldn't do a thing. Her lightsaber had rolled out of her grasp as the Dark Jedi slammed her into the ground, her arms were more or less out of the fight for now, so she listened... and waited.

The slight movement of her hand pointing towards white fang was obvious. What wasn't, however, was the actions that accompanied the extension of her fingers towards the weapon. Instead of pulling it towards her grasp, she pushed it out of the reach of the Dark Jedi that held her there. If he took her lightsaber than this fight would be over and she would be dead. Rhissai shifted her emerald gaze back up to meet with those black pools that were set into the man's bald head.

“Well, I suppose you do now, don't you?”

She slowly brought her hands up to drape against the man's massive forearms, as if to hold them gingerly. A little smile played across the woman's face as her aura grew brighter and brighter, stronger and stronger until it matched the Dark Jedi's own aura. It still continued to expand, both in size and strength. She would be gathering her power, perfecting the attack, slowly. The woman knew what she was going to do... her strike... but it would take time to ensure that it succeeded.

Those pretty emerald crystals set in her eyes shifted back up to meet the midnight black pools in the Dark Jedi's face, his warm breath flowed over cheeks. Soon a fire grew in her cheeks, one that was stoked by both this close proximity to a man and that vision that she had earlier. This is when she began to loose her nerve, and tried to wiggle out of his steely grasp. But she couldn't, he was considerably stronger than she was... after a few moments of vainly struggling she regained her head and promptly stopped.

“This is no game, and its not over.”

[Necro Stormborn]

Ramseye stood there... her arms were draped over his... and for a second. Briefly he felt weakness creep on him. Normally he only had emotions surface when it involved his sister... but something was going haywire in his brain. His arms, the arms bracing her against the wall began to tremble with weakness... as the warmth of her hands slipped across them.

He looked away, avoiding her gaze now, assuming it was some force illusion or power he didn't know about that she possessed. His arms tingled, and so he had no choice. He loosened his grip on her, staring down between them, still fully aware of her ability, and the possible actions she could make towards him.

He exhaled slowly, and then he quietly lowered her to the ground, still avoiding her gaze... as if she had some power of him he hadn't yet grasped. She scooted down the wall till finally her feet hit the floor, and then he dropped her, his arms still out, but they now were pressing the wall to both sides of her body. His confusion turned to terror when he looked back into her eyes. The emerald green pools surrounded him, and he found himself engulfed by them..... the charm brushing all around him. He began to get a clue of what was happening. His disbelief turned to disgust. How could he, An apprentice to the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Paxis, be overcome by a slight attraction, and by loss of his emotional stability.

She was upsetting his balance, he couldn't take it for very long. He returned his gaze to her.... his black pools now changed to the kind brown they were when he was with his sister. This feeling of happiness was almost over. He absorbed her words, and agreed.. this had just turned far more serious... his hands trembled as he lowered his face to hers.. within millimeters of her lips, he moved to he side and whispered into her ear, breathing softly.

"....Your wrong...It's over."

He stayed there for 2 more seconds then he slowly backed away pulling his arms back to his sides, turning and walking back towards where the togruta would be.

[Dire Wolf]

There the Jedi Master was, pinned against the wall by a Dark Jedi, blushing. Blushing. The woman tried desperately to contain whatever emotions where running rampant within her form... she was supposed to be better than this. Above these feelings. Every warm breath against her cheeks utterly destroyed any attempts to stifle the attraction.

The only reason why her arms were lightly draped over his was so that she could transfer massive amounts of force powered electricity through his body easier. She hadn't intended to receive such a... reaction. He turned those raven black pools away from her, apparently not able to meet her gaze, and slowly allowed the Jedi to slide down the wall. Rhissai let out a sigh of relief as her feet finally touched the ground, but a thought crossed her mind. Was he really going to surrender so easily?

She had her answer when he shifted his gaze back up to meet hers, the look of terror flooded his eyes. Her brow furrowed slightly as he seemed to blankly stare into her eyes, almost as if he was lost... she had no idea what was going on. Had no idea that he was actually attracted to her, or that any man could be attracted to her... simply because of her training. Her confusion only multiplied when he saw those midnight pools change to a brown color, and her heart began to race as he lowered his face from hers. Just barely not touching. Her confusion turned to fear as he moved and whispered in her ear. It was over.

For a few moments she thought that he would kill her, maybe for the emotions that she had been feeling, or vice versa. But no, instead of bringing his lightsaber to her body he simply lowered his hands and walked away. The woman simply stood there, pressing herself against the wall, for a few moments as she regained her composure. ”What just happened,” she thought “did a dark jedi just nearly kiss me then walk away?” It took the woman a few long moments to regain her composure before she could really do anything. She almost instantly called white fang to her hand, but didn't yet allow it to burn to life.

“Dark Jedi... I cannot let you kill that boy.”

Her voice held a certain kind of authority, the woman figured that she would at least give him warning before initiating combat. Though, a small part of her loathed to fight him... and an even smaller part wanted to follow him, not to hurt... but to help. She sharply shook her head at both of the thoughts as she squelched them. No. Never. The woman raised both of her hands up towards him, wrapping a small envelope of the Force around his feet.

She pulled. With all of her might in the Force and with Telekinesis she pulled. Whether he fell or not, she did not care, but it would send a message. The woman wouldn't allow him to kill her ward, even if it meant her death.

[Necro Stormborn]

THe anger flooded him as he walked away. He was letting her live... He couldnt believe it. He wanted to end her soo badly, and at the same time, he wished he had pressed his lips to hers, but he did the smart thing. He ended it. He whispered what was the truth. If she continued, He'd kill her, or beat her so badly, she would wish the soft words he whispered was the end of it.


But then she did the most foolish thing imaginable. She poked the sleeping tyrant with a sword. The force grappled around his legs, and tackled him to the ground, bring his face to a close encounter with the ground. His eyes closed, and he huffed angrily. As he stood slowly, taking a knee first to regain his composure, then standing he crumpled his fists tightly.

Swinging his face back to her, he concentrated on the dark well surrounding him and sent the mass of it, like a wave at her. To her it would feel like a mountain of darkness washing over a tree in the valley. He brought his hands up to his shoulders, pushing his draping cloak off his shoulders. He was very serious. The games were gone. Time to kill, even if he wanted to take the woman somewhere and make her his in the back of his mind, he would not allow her stop him, his will, his objective came first.

The cloak fell to the ground, revealing the Vest that exhibited his wide, strong arms. His legs stood sturdy. He manually slid his hand down to the ancient relic of a weapon and walked slowly towards her, igniting it, and sending a push of force into the lift button, depressing it, calling for the lift to come to the floor they were on.

His saber arm began to twirl the blade, digging the sides into the ground and ceiling, making trails of burning durasteel all around him, carving up the hallway. Finally, he jumped in twirling motion, sending his saber behind him, bring it around on the climax of his jump, sweeping towards her neck as it spun, followed up by a STIFF roundhouse kick behind the sweep. A block would guarantee the kick, a doge would guarantee his next acrobatic attack would succeed. He was already going into this with sights on the kill, and she could most likely feel it in the air.

[Dire Wolf]

Rhissai knew that she'd awoken a sleeping giant when she tripped him with the Force, and she knew that there was going to be a brutal fight to come. This man was skilled, far more skilled than the assassin that was sent to kill the Togruta before, and now he was angry. Not a good combination when it came to Dark Jedi... skilled and angry.

The Aphithiri woman saw it coming before it happened, but there wasn't really much that she could do to stop it. Almost the minute that he swung around the Dark Jedi sent a massive wave of the Force careening towards her, and its scale was overwhelming. She widened her stance, pointing one foot towards the wave while setting the other back and twisting her torso so she was hunched. The woman didn't just rely on her stance to stop her from being swept off her feet, however, that would be foolish. The woman began to let the Force whirl around her form like a tornado, it would make the wall far more difficult to move her.

Just as the wave was about to crash into her form she threw out a hand, the one closest to the wave, and allowed a part of the very maelstrom that protected her to fly out and meet the mountain of energy. The wave was slowed by her push, but far from stopped. All that she could do was wait... wait for it to crash into her. And it did. All the preparation, the protection, the shift in stances... they paid off. Yes, the Tsunami was about to crash into the lone tree in the valley, but this tree had roots that extended out much further than the wave could comprehend. The woman was pushed back a few steps, sure, her stance was kriffed up a bit, but that was far better than being swept up with the wave.

Rhiss looked up at her opponent by the time the storm passed, he had taken off his cloak. The man looked like he had a pair of legs where his arms should be... and that black vest perfectly accentuated that fact. She noted this while he moved towards her, twirled his blade against the durasteel, trying to intimidate her. The woman may not have had nearly as much prowess with a lightsaber as the Dark Jedi that approached her, but she knew to focus on the man and his movements rather than the crimson sun of death that twirled about his form.

White fang's silver blade burned to life nearly the instant that the woman thumbed its ignition switch and dropped into her previous defensive stance. Both hands met the katana-style hilt of the lightsaber as she allowed the hand guard to press against her temple. Then he jumped up in the air, twirling the blade about behind his back for a bit before swiping at her neck as his leap met its apex.

Being a master at three martial arts had its distinct advantages, especially when one of the trio happened to require the woman to be incredibly flexible. Her people's own Nssis'Drrn was almost solely used for such things, including unarmed grappling... one had to be flexible in order to hope to survive using that art. This brings me to the action. Instead of moving her gleaming sword up to block, she simply bent her torso downwards to effectively dodge both the swing of his saber and the STIFF round house kick. It was kind of hard to kick someone in the face when their torso bent a little past ninety degrees.

Now the woman's arms were close enough to the ground for her to plant her hands on the ground. She kicked off of the deck with her legs (using her hands to make sure she didn't fall) and whipped her legs upward towards the bottom of the bald man's chin. She mirrored this move by, again, sending a telepathic hellstorm to whirl around the man's mind. It took her feet less than a short moment to meet the ground once again before she issued a quick upward diagonal slash towards the man's chest, intensifying the mental maelstrom as the blade rocketed towards the man's form.