Post by TheRedChair on Aug 12, 2007 12:54:29 GMT -5
Two years ago...
The luminescent blades of the trio's lightsabers was the only source of light in the corridor, casting shadows and burning scars into the metal grates on which they stood. Here, in the pit of the ecumenopolis that was Nar Shaddaa, they fought. Tuur Marn, and his former apprentice, Garyn Caligar, had tracked the Dark Jedi Knight Astio Le'mor here, where they intended to put away his darkness. In Garyn's mind, however, silently, he knew that none of that was true; on the contrary, they had been tracked. It was Astio who was commencing an extermination, and they were little more than the roaches caught in his path.
Despite Garyn and Tuur's mastery of saber combat, Astio was nothing to laugh at, using his prowess in the darkside to complement his already formidable duelist's skill. Garyn attempted to insert himself into Astio's defense, and using a variation of Makashi drove his saber, as a surgeon does his scalpel, into the defenses of the Dark Jedi. Le'mor pushed the blade aside and plowed into Garyn's gut with a force blast, propelling the knight backwards into the walls of the dark corridor.
"Garyn!" Tuur yelled in Sullustese, enraged. He immediately drilled towards Astio, sweeping his sacred blade side to side, up and down, in an attempt to brush Astio's own saber out of the way; it failed, and in moments he had the Sullustan Jedi Master on the ground in the same manner he had disarmed Garyn.
"You two have done well. I have never met a Jedi that managed survive this long. Hell, I've never met two Jedi who've lasted this long." Astio kept his saber ignited, pacing in between the fallen warriors. Neither Garyn nor Tuur were truly wounded, but at the moment they were inclined to submit; so far, Astio had defeated them, and in the manner of the true warrior they would allow him his boasting. For the moment.
"However, I am afraid the time for pleasantries is over. Long over. I came here to kill you, not to chat. So please, my new friends. One last dance." Astio immediately took a Makashi stance, saluting the Jedi that were soon to die. Both Garyn and Tuur, on either side of the Dark Knight, reignited their sabers and prepared to see the battle to the gruesome end. Over Astio's shoulder, through the darkness that was illuminated only by their sabers, Garyn could see Tuur, clearly exhausted. But it mattered not; they were both prepared to see it through to the bitter end. Tuur proceeded.
He assaulted Astio with a Djem So technique, attempting to lock blades with him, as he had in the beginning of their fight nearly four hours ago; the result had been a shiim on Tuur, and he had only narrowly avoided a sai tok mark (that is to say, he was grazed on the abdomen, rather than being cut in half). Of course, Garyn knew the implication, and knew too well the result this time.
"No!" he yelled, attempting to push Tuur out of the way. It was too late. Astio twisted his saber around Tuur's blade. Using the force, he manipulated it between his hands, and severed one of Tuur's legs; it was by luck and Garyn's force push that Tuur was not severed into two.
It was too late to think; there was only time to act. Tuur had sacrificed himself, or his leg, specifically, to give his former apprentice this window of time to defeat the Dark Knight. There was no other path.
Circling his blade over his head and back down, Garyn severed Astio's shins from his ankles, toppling him over and causing him to shriek in agonizing pain. It had been more of an act of desperation than anything, but it had worked. He let the momentum of his blade carry itself around into the neck of Le'mor, decapitating the Dark Jedi. Finally, it was over. Rushing to the side of his former master, Garyn checked his vitals-- he was unconscious, but at the moment alive.
""Help!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, banging the walls for the reverberation. "Anyone! Help!"
The luminescent blades of the trio's lightsabers was the only source of light in the corridor, casting shadows and burning scars into the metal grates on which they stood. Here, in the pit of the ecumenopolis that was Nar Shaddaa, they fought. Tuur Marn, and his former apprentice, Garyn Caligar, had tracked the Dark Jedi Knight Astio Le'mor here, where they intended to put away his darkness. In Garyn's mind, however, silently, he knew that none of that was true; on the contrary, they had been tracked. It was Astio who was commencing an extermination, and they were little more than the roaches caught in his path.
Despite Garyn and Tuur's mastery of saber combat, Astio was nothing to laugh at, using his prowess in the darkside to complement his already formidable duelist's skill. Garyn attempted to insert himself into Astio's defense, and using a variation of Makashi drove his saber, as a surgeon does his scalpel, into the defenses of the Dark Jedi. Le'mor pushed the blade aside and plowed into Garyn's gut with a force blast, propelling the knight backwards into the walls of the dark corridor.
"Garyn!" Tuur yelled in Sullustese, enraged. He immediately drilled towards Astio, sweeping his sacred blade side to side, up and down, in an attempt to brush Astio's own saber out of the way; it failed, and in moments he had the Sullustan Jedi Master on the ground in the same manner he had disarmed Garyn.
"You two have done well. I have never met a Jedi that managed survive this long. Hell, I've never met two Jedi who've lasted this long." Astio kept his saber ignited, pacing in between the fallen warriors. Neither Garyn nor Tuur were truly wounded, but at the moment they were inclined to submit; so far, Astio had defeated them, and in the manner of the true warrior they would allow him his boasting. For the moment.
"However, I am afraid the time for pleasantries is over. Long over. I came here to kill you, not to chat. So please, my new friends. One last dance." Astio immediately took a Makashi stance, saluting the Jedi that were soon to die. Both Garyn and Tuur, on either side of the Dark Knight, reignited their sabers and prepared to see the battle to the gruesome end. Over Astio's shoulder, through the darkness that was illuminated only by their sabers, Garyn could see Tuur, clearly exhausted. But it mattered not; they were both prepared to see it through to the bitter end. Tuur proceeded.
He assaulted Astio with a Djem So technique, attempting to lock blades with him, as he had in the beginning of their fight nearly four hours ago; the result had been a shiim on Tuur, and he had only narrowly avoided a sai tok mark (that is to say, he was grazed on the abdomen, rather than being cut in half). Of course, Garyn knew the implication, and knew too well the result this time.
"No!" he yelled, attempting to push Tuur out of the way. It was too late. Astio twisted his saber around Tuur's blade. Using the force, he manipulated it between his hands, and severed one of Tuur's legs; it was by luck and Garyn's force push that Tuur was not severed into two.
It was too late to think; there was only time to act. Tuur had sacrificed himself, or his leg, specifically, to give his former apprentice this window of time to defeat the Dark Knight. There was no other path.
Circling his blade over his head and back down, Garyn severed Astio's shins from his ankles, toppling him over and causing him to shriek in agonizing pain. It had been more of an act of desperation than anything, but it had worked. He let the momentum of his blade carry itself around into the neck of Le'mor, decapitating the Dark Jedi. Finally, it was over. Rushing to the side of his former master, Garyn checked his vitals-- he was unconscious, but at the moment alive.
""Help!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, banging the walls for the reverberation. "Anyone! Help!"
