Star Wars: The Rise of The Sith Lords

[xavier]

0 BBY
Reivax and Admiral Edward were sending their Army to Capture Felucia. Reivax had an Infinite Army of 1,000,000,000,000 Soldiers. They sent a Quarter of that Army to three other Planets: Ryloth, Tatooine, and Courascant. Reivax was planning his final goal to become the Overlord of the Sith. He was Darth Azrael. Dark Lord of the Sith. He need to capture the Planets that the Emperor had already Conquered. A Commander had come through the Doors bowing. "Lord Azrael. We are having difficulties on Ryloth. Most of our Soldiers are already gone. He turned around in his Armor that was cut out from Darth Vader's suit who was killed after the Destruction of Alderaan. "Yes our spies told me that. The Commander was levitating off his feet choking. He was heading towards Reivax. "Can you explain to me why my Army that haven't failed in a War once is now depleting?" The Commander was back on his feet breathing harshly. Well the Empire have a Base on Ryloth already and they taken every Twi'lek in Imprisonment on the Planet. He walked in the Direction of the Hangar. "I will deal with this problem. You in the mean time will set your Forces to Fight. Contact Kamino and tell them we need Clones. The Commander bowed. "Yes Lord Azrael." He went to his Star Fighter and set course for Ryloth. He punched in the coordinates: R- 17. He arrived and the Planet and got off the Transport. He saw two Gutkurr running towards him. He ducked and sliced them in two. The Battle was far beyond reach so he had to use a Speeder to get there...

[Cadyren]

Yet another member of the so called Darth Azrael's Infinite army fell to Cadyren's Lightsaber. Twenty five billion soldiers had come to this planet, and two billion had already been slaughtered in orbit, and countless more were now being killed by Cadyren and his Stormtroopers. He had discovered how to transfer his essense into another being later on in his life, probably a few decades before he would have died. For the past couple thousand years he ahd been living in multiple bodies, some of them of members of other species. Currently his body was that of a red skined Twi'lek, who's body was very toned and wore dark robes similar to those of the Jedi, as he was the apprentice of Darth Sideus since Vaders death.

He found it amazing that dispite his nearly four thousand years of trying to learn as much about the Force as possible Sideus knew even more, though one day he would surpass him and kill him, becoming the Dark Lord of the Sith. his first missio nwas to kill the self proclaimed sith Lord Azrael, to prove that he was more powerful then Vader ever was. He could sense Azrael as he left hyperspace, and considered destroying the ship before it entered the ship as it entered the atmosphere, but then decided against it, he would defeat this fool in one on one combat, as he should.

[xavier]

He sensed a fellow Sith nearby. The Sith that he was sensing was loyal to the Emperor. He needed to find this Sith and destroy him. He used Force Concealment and disguised himself as a Storm Trooper. When he found Cadyren he was cloaked as a Commander. Sir we are Suffering heavy resistance. We can't cut through their enemy lines. What should we do?

[Cadyren]

Cadyren felt Darth Azraels's Force presence diminish, as if he used Force Concealment to try and hide himself from Cadyren, who had started training as a Sith Assassin when he was sixteen years old. He laughed to himself, so it was to be a battle of assassins was it? The boy had skill, he would give him that, the absence of the Force where Azrael was traveling was hard to detect and follow. Unfortunetly Cadyren had to retreat farther into the base as the superior numbers of the army was slowly starting to push through the base, making him have to divert his focus from the boy so that his men didn't lose the battle. He retreated to the center of the base which was an empty room he used to meditate. He sat cross legged at the center of the room and opened himself to the Force, accessing the rare ability of Battle Meditation which the Emperor had taught to him.

Almost instantly the advancements stopped and Cadyren's soldiers began to push back, making the billions of soldiers forced to retreat. All they had to do was hold out till the 501st arrived and then they would destroy the opposing force with ease. Cadyren of course could destroy all of the opposing force by himself, but he would also be forced to kill his men as well and he wouldn't do that. As he meditated a Commander walked into the chamber, telling him that their forces were meeting heavy resistance and that that he didn't know what they should do. He could sense an emptiness in the Force about the commander, and he smiled to himself. Good job boy, you managed to sneak all the way into the base. At least you have some skill.

Really? Its seems you have been misinformed commander, the troops are doing fine. And if there was a problem I would think you would be able to handle it yourself, you ARE a commander aren't you? Cadyren said, if the boy wanted to assassinate him he would have done better to give him more accurate information. Darth Vader used to kill commanders when they proved that they weren't good enough for the job. Unfortunetly for you, I have a similar policy.

Cadyren got to his feet and used the Force to send a wave of Force Lightning at the boy, he wanted to see if the boy had any skill at all before he crushed the life out of him with his telekinetics. He only sent five bolts of lighting at the boy, he didn't want to kill him jsut yet. In fact, if the boy was powerful enough he may consider training the boy, after he killed Palpatine of course.

[xavier]

He couldn't wait. The disguise and Concealment didn't work. He took out his Lightsaber and blocked the Lightning missing the Last one that shocked him. Looks like that plan failed. He sent a powerful wave of the Force at Cadyren. The Emperor stands in the Way of peace and so does the Republic and Jedi! I shouldn't let you live! He started a Maelstrom that made objects fly. He released it and bursted the power. But it seemed that Cadyren managed to stay on foot. The burst also revealed his true armor. If I could kill Vader I can surely kill you! He remember a techinqe in Shein. He dashed toward Cadyren then spinned to make his a backhanded Upper Cut.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren created a barrier in the Force that blocked the Maelstorm and alsp stopped the fragments of the Stormtrooper commander armor that had flown off the boy, revealing another set of armor that look like Darth Vaders. He could sense a Force Echo of Palpatine's old apprentice, and realised it was made up of parts of the original. I could see him keeping the helmet and using it as a trophy but wearing the suit is kinda weird.

Cadyren ignited his Lightsaber as Azrael swung his Lightsaber at him, swatting it aside and using the Force to try and lift the boy into the air by the neck and throw him into a wall before sending another balst of Force Lightning, this one much larger then the one he had shot at Azrael earlier. You have talent boy, but your n match for me.

[xavier]

(His Armor is in the Avatar)
I can defeat you. Just watch. He deflected the Lightning back at Cadyren and created a Lightning Surge. Fourteen of his victorious soldiers stormed the Base and found him battling the ruthless Sith. He held him in a Choke. Give it up. It is me you can't defeat.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren listed his hands and absorbed the Lightning, thus stopping Azrael from using the Lightning Surge. He then looked to the fourteen soldiers that entered the room, none of them his. Great, just great. I top using my Battle Meditation for five minutes to fight this child and my soldiers lose. Well I guess its time for those Twi'leks to show their worth. Cadyren sent a telepathic message to one of the Twi'lek 'prisoners' who happened to be the father of the Twi'lek Cadyren now possessed. He was very well respected and many of the other Twi'lek listened to him, so the Empire had peacefully taken over Ryloth, and had pretended the Twi'leks were prisoners so that they could be used as a back up force should the Stormtroopers fail. Many of the Twi'leks were already being evacuated and put into starships when the order was given, so Azrael's forces were thrown into disorder as friendly vessels began shooting at others. Many of the explosions could be heard from where Cadyren now shood, and he smiled to himself.

Boy you need to just give up, you won't be ble to defeat me. I have slain Sith Lords and Jedi Masters with ease, I have made planets bow before me. You may have mange to build a decent sized army, but the Empire's numbers are still much larger, and will consume your foolish uprising no matter what you or your men do. Cadyren said as he called upon the Force, creating a wave in it so powerful that the room he stood in was blown into pieces, as were Azrael's men. He would be most surprised if the boy managed to even survive the explosion, let alone stand his ground.

[xavier]

He dropped to his knees. No, this isn't possible!After all these years of training! Nobody can be that powerful except the Emperor. He put his hand out but did no action to harm Cadyren. Please stop! I have lost my Master! He is dead. I have been in Misery since he died. He bowed down. Without him I have no one to train me. I am weak without him. I want to destroy the Emperor and overthrow the Republic! He got up and kneeled. You are far more powerful then he ever was. So I plead you. Take me as your Apprentice for you are a Powerful Sith Lord.

[Triss-chan - ... KAWAII!]

(*purrs* time to be a gatecrasher and crash the party *giggles*)

There was an intense flash of green, the burning hiss of melting metal, plastic and flesh and the sound of the top half of a man’s body hitting the floor, all the sounds of which merged into perfect synchronicity, as the fighting raged outside with the ominous rumbling of chaotic harmony.

Siriuster Shak’erter moved with a speed which defied both his great size and great age, both of his lightsabers impaling themselves in the chest of the Stormtrooper. The man’s body went rigid as both green blades of plasma passed through his ‘protective’ armor like a blaster through ricepaper, plunging straight through several vital organs. He was dead before the thought could even register with his brain, a good death, an honorable death, one that did not cause neither suffering nor the realization of death.

In a single, fluid motion, both lightsaber reversed themselves from the trooper’s chest and struck again with practiced ease, carving two long gashes in the chestplates of two more stormtroopers, who feel to the ground silently, their weapons falling from their hands as they were carved in half without any realization on their half that they had been disarmed … or that they were dead.

As he deactivated his lightsabers, the fighting around him seemed to lull and surge briefly, the Dark Side flowed freely, bound and tightened into a single purpose: Mass Slaughter. The opposing army convulsed and wavered as if afraid, as the defending Stormtroopers attack with a renewed courage and vigour as the counter-attack began against what had originally been an unwavering onslaught, now began to resemble a near-rout, but that would soon change, with the advantage of numbers, the Sith commanders would only need to keep that fact in their minds and it would eliminate most form of tricks with ease.

The corridor was empty now, empty except for bodies, and a brown-cloaked, silver-furred Jedi. He could feel the presence of others here, their dark, clouding thoughts and foreboding memories waxing and waning in emotional traction against the Force.

This was followed by a massive concussion, s the Force tore at the base with a fury, the floor beneath his paws cracked and bent like foil in places, the lights blacked out immediately, but not like he really needed them anyway, as he righted himself from the force of the blast, he could feel the Dark Side pulsating like a beat heart, he was close now.

He started ever so slightly at a light footstep behind him, the lightest of light, and his massive paw immediately touched his lightsaber until he recognised who it was, and he released his lightsaber.

“So you made it through Triss?”

The woman was Echani, maybe about the age of twenty three, if a little younger, her hair was white and her eyes were an icy silver. She was dressed in the white robes of a Jedi Historian, however appeared to have disregarded the cloak, mainly because it would have been impossible to clean again. Her lightsabers were ignited in her hands, two guard shoto’s, their brilliant blue-silver blades running up the outside of her forearms in order to provide some sort of visibility in the darkness. She nodded at him expressionlessly, her feature a mixture of curiosity and intense impassivity.

“Yes, Master Sirius” she said with an inclination of her head as she deactivated her lightsabers, strapping them to the gauntlets she wore on her arms with practised ease.

“Are you prepared?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, then she nodded calmly, Sirius made a small grunting-bark of a noise as he turned around, almost as if he could taste the Dark Side in the air.

“Good, then it is time that we avenge our fallen comrades-in-arms” Sirius spoke with a certain vehemence now, his paws clenched into massive fist-like balls of fur.

They began to walk towards the centre of the bunker, following the trail of Darkness, as the aged Shistavanen Jedi easily concealed both their presences with perfection, both from the Force, and from sight itself, they were invisible, which was to be expected really, he had had plenty of time to master and improve this art and many others, Time had been on his side after all.

“Do you feel it?”

“Yes”

“Good, then we proceed as planned“Leaving the Emperor without a puppet and-”

“The Sith without a leader, correct?”

“Which therefore means that-”

“Both armies will wipe each other out without a firm leader, correct?”

Sirius nodded with the patience of a wizened teacher

“You learn fast”

“You have to if you want to survive”

“That is good”

There was a pause

“I am sorry for your loss”

“as am I for yours”

Sirius growled lowly

“Then let us avenge them here and now”

“Agreed ... that is good”

With those final words, they stepped out into the very centre of the dark miasmaring presence, as Sirius relaxed both concealments, letting the pair of them quite literally step into full view, the Element of surprising being deliberately forgone, as the pair of Jedi watched the scene unfold, as one Sith, dressed in a way similarily macabre to that of Darth Vader, knelt before another, one who radiated two things: Age and the Dark Side.

“Please stop! I have lost my Master! He is dead. I have been in Misery since he died. Without him I have no one to train me. I am weak without him. I want to destroy the Emperor and overthrow the Republic!. You are far more powerful then he ever was. So I plead you. Take me as your Apprentice for you are a Powerful Sith Lord.”

“Oh shut up and run him through” Sirius said with about as much emotion as anyone would use to refer to the act of crushing a fly. “He’ll do it to you eventually, or visa-versa, depending on who is stronger” he spoke with barely veiled amusement, this would be … interesting to say the least.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren was impressed that the boy hadn't died, he was starting to show some promise. However when he started to beg for his life Cadyren frowned, it was very unbecoming of a Sith. Such power wasted on the boy, I had hoped I would be able to name him as my successor. Cadyren thought as he walked toward the boy, igniting his Lightsaber as though he was about to Knight him, which was a ritual many Sith stole from the Jedi for their apprentices. He did it so that he could kill the boy quickly, and avoid an unnecessary fight. He was about to behead the boy when he sensed a disturbance in the Force, and his Lightsaber lingered above Azrael's shoulder.

We are not alone. Cadyren said, a frown appearing on the vessel he now embodied. As he frowned to Jedi walked into the room, and he could sense that they both were strong in the Force. One was a young Echani and the other a Shistavanen. He could sense that the Shistavanen was old and wise, though not to the extent of Cadyren, but also was still capable of physical combat. If there was to be a battle, this one would be thebiggest thread to him.

Why are you here Jedi? Shouldn't you be trying to rebuild your Order? Cadyren asked, though his voice held no sarcasm, as one would expect of a Sith when confronting a Jedi. Why don't you two just leave, and I'll pretend I never saw either of you.

In his near four thousand years of life Cadyren still respected the Jedi, though he had never grown to agree with their practices. He hoped the two before him would wise up and leave before a huge fight began, one that could possibly end with him being killed. He didn't want to die because of some grudge the Jedi had held against the Jedi Order for millenia, nor we he fight because of the grudge the Sith held against the Jedi. he hoped the two Jedi would realize that he meant them no harm and leave.

[Triss-chan - ... KAWAII!]

Sirius's eyes were set, hard and cold, one could almost describe them as ancient pebbles, which had seen so many thing pass them by and yet been unable to do anything. His silver fur glinted slightly, on both artificial and natural light, as if the air around him seemed to shimmer slightly in an ethereal sense.

"You are older then you seem" Sirius said, almost in a muse, half aloud, and half to himself, a habit of the old, the very, very old, but that was of little concern to him really

"But then you are both old and foolish, since Old Age and Wisdom rarely go hand-in-hand these days"

He paused for a moment, and then he seemed almost to chuckle, a wolfish sort of twisted yelping growl which would cause most things under 7 feet to tremble just a little in their boots.

"Although then that also explain why I am here, for both Old and Foolish am i as well"

He sighed, a deep, long sigh, and he almost seemed to droop a little for a single moment, then he recovered, his face set and carved out of stone.

"You are a slave of the Emperor. Unwilling perhaps. Strong perhaps. Potent perhaps, but still a servant, and thus that makes you, as unfortunate as it may seem, an enemy"

There was a subtle shifting in his robes, the thick, brown material gently wavering in the light breeze kicked up by explosions far away, his massive paws, concealed within the sleeves of his robes, subtly moved to his waist with the minute, slow movement of a trained swordsman, and he felt Triss tense behind him.

“Although the Order may be gone, there are those steeped in the old ways like Us, who are willing to put a stop to these atrocities. To stop the pair of you now would rob the Emperor of a valuable tool and-” he looked with meaningfulness toward Reivax “a possibly useful replacement”

There was the sound of cracking vertebrae and stretching muscle and Sirius’s neck rotated in its socket as if it had not moved in years, snapping itself back into its rightful place, his shoulders heaved a little and he took in a deep breath of air, his chest expanding like a massive bellows, in a similar way to an old droid rebooting itself into complete activity.

“You seem like you might make a fitting opponent” he said with a calm, reverenced expression. “The Force is strong with you indeed … but … I sense something about you, your body is too young, your soul … too old, there is a … difference-” he paused, musing contemplation and thoughtfulness written on his features.

“Who are you?” The question was direct, pointed directly not at the body, but rather that which lay within, skulking in the human corpse of a shell and festering like an aged rotting wound in the depths of life, clinging to the edges of existence like a stubborn child.

All the while this conversation was taking place, Triss watched with what could almost be described as a complacent expression, as she interpreted the body movements of all three men with the passive skill of an Echani, all of this whilst gently stroking a single lock of brown hair which flowed from her right temple calmly, the small amount of Lorridian genes poking through her Echani ones, she focused most of her attentions upon the kneeling one, for she felt that, if it came to a fight, he would most definitely be her opponent.

[xavier]

He looked up to see what was happening.He jumped up and ignited his Lightsaber. Jedi Scum. Your kind is not needed here. He reached into the Force and pushed both of them back. He took the Echani Girl and smashed her into the Wall. He picked her up and threw her at her own Master. If I can defeat them. I can show my worth to you. Just watch me. He ran toward the Shistavanen and got ready to impale him.

[Triss-chan - ... KAWAII!]

(Note: technically that was godmodding Reivax, but I’ll let you get away with it ONCE ‘cos I’m nice)

Sirius resisted the boys power of the Force with ease, Triss however was no so lucky, or so it seemed, although she recovered well. She impacted the wall with a small amount of force, although she reached to her power at the last second, slowing her motions to almost a stop, before her Master very calmly stepped to one side as she flew past. In a swift, flicking motion with her entire body, she broke his telekinetic hold on her as she flew past him, before she landed beside her Master on the balls of her feet with practiced ease, her hair still unchanged as if the event had never happened.

"Your actions are ... rushed, your attacks are ... hasty, erratic ... irrational, you have no sense of patience … or grace" she concluded aloud, with the air of someone who can read their opponent with great skill and ease to perfection, she carefully suffused herself with the Force, protecting herself with from such further attacks. Her face calm and radiant as if nothing had happened as she watched the boy launch a foolish attack at her Master, an aattack for which he would pay the price.

“Now you will learn a real lesson in swordsmanship”

Sirius moved in a single motion, and with a speed which defied his size and bulk and age, avoiding the clumsy, foolish attack with ease. He drew something from within his cloak, but it was not a lightsaber, more like a sword. Specifically it was a beskade, a mandalorian short-sword about 45cm long and in a sudden movement he smashed the mandalorian-iron blade into the boy’s lightsaber with practiced skill, the heavy weight of the blade forced the lightsaber blade into the ground where it stuck. The Shistavanen brought one massive, clawed footpaw and smashed it flat into the boy’s chest, sending him flying away in the surprise attack which would have been unavoidable in almost every circumstance, in a single motion he brought his footpaw down and crushed the boy’s lightsaber in a single, powerful effort of complete distain and contempt, as the lightsaber sparked beneath his battle-hardened footpaw pitifully.

Returning the sword back into its sheathe, Sirius straightened again, shedding his massive, voluminous cloak, he tossed it aside. His body was covered in fur, long, matted and silver, a maze of muscles and sinew honed into form with years of rigorous training. Across his chest and stretching around onto his back there was a broad strap, which held two sheathes, one at his waist for the beskade and the other across his back at an angle where another sword lay, at his waist there was two pouches and the elements of two lightsaber hilt poking out from behind his back, magnetically attracted to the belt. Here was a true warrior, a master of many weapons, who would most definitely not be defeat by a punk with a lightsaber and a tenuous grip on the Force. What had surprised Sirius was that Triss had been willing to allow herself to be injured in order to judge the boy, which was … different, but then they were both a little unorthodox, both Master and Apprentice.

In a flicking motion with the Force, Sirius’s large lightsaber’s responded, coming to his massive paws in moments, where they surprisingly remained inactive, and he heard Triss’s blue blades sound into life with the familiarly dual snap-hiss!! behind him, maybe she was a little to eager.

Sirius adopted a Jar’Kai opening, one lightsaber held ahead of him, the other drawn back almost in a Shii-Cho opening, as Sirius calmly balanced both form with practised ease, yet his posture was strangely un-Jedi, his knees were bent slightly, his body and centre of gravity shifted lower, almost similar to Ataru, or something more outside of lightsaber combat, designed to deceive? … or to confuse? as he aimed his posture at who appeared to be the Master of the two, awaiting his move, Sirius was a warrior, and therefore always let his opponent make the first move.

Beside him, Triss took up a more composed approach, combining Soresu and both Shien and Djem So into a strange defensive stance which dared the enemy to engage her up close, and indeed as was her intention. She was Echani, and therefore honour demanded that she engaged her opponents up close and personal, and her marital skill was almost as good as Sirius’s, so she had no need to fear any repercussions from doing so. Her posture was facing the fallen, now weapon-less boy who had just attacked her with a weak display of the Force, now it would be her turn to deal out the punishment, hopefully he had a spare lightsaber, otherwise she would win, hands down.

Both Jedi were ready now, ready and willing to fight, or die, for what one would more commonly refer to, as the Greater Good.

[Cadyren]

Cadyren smiled at the oldeer Jedi's words, he was the first to realise he was more then just a young Twi'lek who was strong in the Force. Yes perhaps I am an old fool trying to make my name worth remembering before I die.

As the Jedi called him an enemy Cadyren couldn't help but lough at the irony of the situation, In my entire life I beleivethis is the first time that a Jedi has identified me as a threat that needs to be destroyed while I, a Sith, am trying to stop the fighting from happening. Perhaps we have chosenthe wrong paths friend.

Cadyren held his Lightsaber in his hand as the older Jedi said he would be a fitting opponent, however he didn't make any move to attack, he didn't want to risk his life in a fight now as he plotted the Emperor's demise, not now when the galaxy was almost in his grasp. He removed the black cloak he wore of his dark robes so that if the Jedi chose to fight him he wouldn't give the wolf something to grab in the fight.

The boy was proving to be less then desirable as Cadyren's aprrentice. Cadyren disliked conflict, even with the Jedi, and was trying to resolve the matter peacefully, he even hoped that he could convince them to help him take over the Empire, though that was unlikely. The boy however, was a sterotypical Sith, wanting to prove that he was greater then his opponent through martial might instead of through intelligence and cunning. Had it been a different age Cadyren might have recruited him to the Sith regardless, but their could be only two Sith now, and Cadyren didn't need a bloodthirsty apprentice ruining his plans.

He watched as the boy managed to throw the Echani around before having his Lightsaber knocked from hsi hands before it was crushed, making no move to attack the Jedi as they were distracted. He thought for a moment about trying to sneak out of the room, but his pride demanded that he either convince the Jedi to let him leave peacefully, or destroy them both. As they took their combat positions Cadyren sighed, I'm sorry it has to end this way then.

Calling Cadyren a master of Lightsaber combat would be an understatement, he had practiced with his Lightsabers for thousands of years, and was probably one of, if not the most skilled duelist in the galaxy. He threw the Lightsaber in his hand to the boy, as he would probably need it if he was to be any help at all to Cadyren in this fight, and then unclipped a saber staff from his belt. Their was one other Lightsaber clipped to his belt, its hilt curved to provide a more comfortable grip and unusual arcs in his swings, but he didn't unclip it from his belt either, not yet.

He ignited the twin red blades in unison, taking up a double bladed variant of Niman as he opened himself to the Force. Cadyren often used Niman when he fought an opponent he hadn't faced before, so that he could test their weakness's and change forms accordingly. he already knew that Masashi wouldn't work against this opponent, who was by far stronger then the Twi'lek Cadyren possessed. He made many quick slashes at the old wolfman, paying close attention to how he moved and blocked the attacks, so that once he found a weakness, he would be able to exploit it as soon as possible.

[xavier]

He grabbed the Saber and made a posture for Shein. Right as he was striking the Echani Jedi blocked. They dueled each other where Reivax was starting to use Djem So. He was striking hard and fast. Pounding the Jedi's resistance. He used Sith Lightning to call upon Red Colored Lightning to charge his power. He put away Misery and Pain and grabbed Death. The Lava Crytal was powerful inside. For each blow smoke and burning liquid was flying all over the place. Even if the Liquid touched him it didn't penetrate his Armor. The Dark Side strengthens me. My Anger fills me with power. Your ignorance of power makes you lack faith. I find your lack of faith disturbing. He was ready to kill them when all of a sudden The Shistavanen's former Padwan Joran Savon who was now a Jedi Knight had attacked him.

Joran picked the Sith Lord up and threw him at a Wall as the Sith Lord had done to Triss. He ran to his Master and what looked to be his new Padwan.Master are you alright? Who is this? He asked his Master sounding to have so many questions. He was helping his Master by attacking the Sith that was attacking him. He used a Form of Djem So his Master had taught him and he attacked the Sith from the Right.

Reivax got up. He was taken by suprise. He took this echani hybrid and took him from the fight. He bashed the Man on the Ground three times. Then he threw him at a Wall. He ignited his Lightsaber but the Man ripped free of his grasp. Reivax threw the boy at The Echani Girl to gain her attention. He threw a Lightning bolt at the Both of them making them shock. He was Torturing them. As his soon to be Master was fighting the Jedi Master he was going to deal with the others. I am a Man of my word and I will deal with you. Give up and move along or die. Simple words.

[Triss-chan - ... KAWAII!]

The description of a rock among waves comes to mind. A singular, tall, proud rock of silver among the surging, violent wrath of an ocean of dark power. Sirius’s body remained in that self-same posture, his footpaws barely moved at all, they didn’t even twitch, and his arms seemed to sway slightly as the attack came at the predicted instant. As both red blades came down there was an almighty snap-hiss! as a green blade blazed into life, blocking both of the first strikes simultaneously with ease, but this maneuver would have been impossible for a normal lightsaber.

This blade was different then the norm, it was thicker, perhaps half as thick again as a general lightsaber blade, and it was longer too, about two meters long, double the regular length. Even as the first blow landed, Sirius recognized the usage of form of Niman, a form of balance, grace and compatibility, it had no specific weakness, yet also held to specific offensive capability either, therefore it was the perfect way to enter a battle, to test the opponent and draw them out into the duel. As the blades remained locked, Sirius very gently ramped up his strength, notch by notch, testing his opponents strength, and finding that it held a little, before with a swift motion, he pushed forward gently and the blades were torn apart.

As the Tw’lek’s red blades withdrew and swung around and attacked again, Sirius replaced his second lightsaber on his belt, releasing it in the air near his waist where it was automatically attracted to the panel, wielding a single large blade would work better against this offensive as he gripped his large lightsaber in both paws. The Twe’lek’s twin blades strikes became almost what you might describe as rhythmic as they hammered out a combined test, Niman’s combination of perfect balance and equality and the usage of two lightsaber aiding in allowing his opponent to perform many quick strikes in rapid succession, it was almost … nostalgic. Sirius remembered something he thought he had forgotten, well it had been a long time ago and he was getting old, so he was allowed to be able to get away with forgetting things.

It was something his old master had taught him, he had been Echani, wise, skilled with a blade, and completely focused upon the physical usage of the body as an extension of the lightsaber, instead of the lightsaber being an extension of the body, a view which Sirius agreed to. His Master had used a similar technique to goad Sirius into attacking him ferociously through sheer anticipated boredom because of his ineffective attacks and defends, mainly because it allowed the Niman duelist to then strike when Sirius gave him an opening, something that would normally be okay in a practice duel, but in Reality … it was something else.

But those events had been more then a dozen decades ago, at least twice, maybe thrice that, and as Sirius overlaid these thoughts over his passive, calm defense as he parried and block with ingrained, what you might almost call reflex-based, skill. He was dealing with a perfected swordsman like himself, a thought which grazed the edges of his cognitive processes as he parried another strike, this might actually be an interesting fight, Sirius’s defense was perfect, there was no obvious weakness in his form. A true Master of Shien and Soresu might have slightly criticize his un-Jedi like posture and immovability, as well as a slight lack of exploiting his opponents usage on Niman by using heavy-handed offensive strikes to counterattack, but apart form that it really was flawless.

He took a step back, at last changing his position as he causally avoiding a pair of cross-ways swings at his guard, as he took upon a basic Ataru opening. Lightsaber blade held upwards in a vertical position held in a balanced guard position in both paws on the right side of his body, as he calmly paused a moment, relaxed, calmed his mind, opened himself to the Force … and then attacked, all in the space of less then a second.

This time it was his turn to take the offensive, his attacks were measured, formal and more importantly, furiously swift as the Shistavanen attack with both a speed and agility which technically defied his size and bulk. Each attack flowed smoothly and effortlessly from one attack and parry and thrust to the next, as he struck in a series of wide, heavy arcs and tightly controlled strikes, aimed at stretching his opponents guard to the limit, testing their stamina and performing an all-purpose, general dissection of their skill in the defense. Sirius was a graceful and peerless user of Ataru, despite his shape and strength, and he moved with flawless grace and precise footwork as he attacked in a waterfall fashion, hammering home the attacks continuously with no let up, and with impassive ferocity.

On the other hand however, Triss seemed to fare better. Her guard shoto’s move in a blur of offense and defense, as she utilized her own personal hybrid variant of Djem So, Shien and Soresu against the Sith’s classic, formal Djem So, evading and blocking his attacks with the same ease as she would upon the practice field. As the lava crystal within the lightsaber sent lava-like plasma all over the place, most of which she avoided, but she felt a small globule land on one of her gauntlets, burning the Ultrachrome-Phrik metal and leaving a small black mark, which meant she was going to have to clean and polish them when she was finished, which annoyed her greatly.

“The brilliance of the Light illuminates the Dark. Therefore without Darkness, Anger holds no purpose. Therefore without Anger, Power retains no Will. Without Will, there is no Life. Therefore without Will, Skill and Intellect are impossible … and I find your severe lack of both amazing!”

Reversing her grip on both Shoto’s, so that their short blades now pointed away from her body instead of following the angles of her forearms, she attacked with a flurry of defensive strikes, each of them aimed at a different vital organ, or pressure point, or natural joint in the body, a series of moves designed to cripple an opponent with relative ease if not blocked. She was distracted from the complex maneuver however, by another Echani, who had quite literally popped out of now where and attempted and failed to attack the older of the two men, for a Knight he sowed a severe lack of skill, and maturity, as he was swiftly disarmed of his lightsaber and thrown at Triss, who in an ironic display of agility, side-stepped, and rolled her eyes to herself in a similar way which her Master had done to her during her training when they had been interrupted.

It the split-second that followed between the boy being hurled at her, and the other boy’s lightning, she had less then a moment to respond, but she did so in a fine fashion. She found that her fingers were … wet and she reached out with her both outstretched palms, calling deep within the waters of the Force for protection and assurance.

The lightning crashed into her palms, boiling and seething around a sea of aqua-colored ripples, which placidly stopped all of the violent, pent-up hatred which boiled from the boy’s hands in a viciousness she had anticipated, and she could feel the sensation of water grow as it flowed up her arms and instilled her with a sense of unnerving Power. His hatred, anger and viciousness imbued into his lightning smashed into her calm, empathic waters and was absorbed, and overwhelmed and consumed, converting back into the raw power of the Force from whence it came, and only seeking to fuel his own downfall in return for being used for such a purpose.

As the lightning faltered and petered out, Triss countered, channeling all of the new-found Power, along with a small amount of her own, she funneled all of that energy into her palm, where it began to collect like water seeping to the bottom of a basin. Draining almost all of this excess power, she concentrated it into a single, elongated burst. Raising her hand, palm outwards, she unleashed a massive Push with the Force. The Boy’s expression changed from one of smug, ill-anticipated victory to one of shock as the sheer amount of power overwhelmed him, smashing into his chest in a corona of clear power, knocking the breath from his lungs and sending him flying backward, hammering him into the with a frankly sickening crunch … and he did not get up.

Triss breathed a slight sigh, calming her thoughts and mental process, then she took two steps back and checked the other boy, the one of whom had been thrown at her, measuring his pulse and sensing it faintly. Good, he was alive, but unlike the other boy he was not dead, either that or they were both the same and therefore unconscious, whichever it was, she turned back to the fight taking place between the two Masters.

It was a mesmerizing fight, watching two advocates of Swordsmanship hammer away at each other in a synchronicity of chaos which defied reason, logic or even purpose, just themselves focusing themselves upon the Moment in hand and utilizing it to the fullest at the least amount of cost. No strength or effort was wasted, no parry or counter left un-followed-up and no strike or attack left overextended or allowed to pull either of them out of position. She could perhaps only just begin to perceive, let alone comprehend, that they were doing naught but testing each other, but in her Echani blood she could feel that the true fight, the actual fight, was only just about to begin.

[xavier]

Reivax powered the charge of his Lightning as if it was Unending. He used most of the Lightning on the Girl. The Girl was resisting the power some how it was until then Reivax finally realized he was in a Lightning Lock soon to be a Saber Lock. He ungauged his claws about to lunge and finish the Girl. The Girl had unleashed a Wave knocking him down And making his Armor clank together. He took off his helmet revealing his true face and entered codes on his Wrist Pad. His hair was blond. He had Tan skin but his Eyes were a frightening shade of yellow. In a Instant, 2 Republic Cruisers came out of Hyperspace with Frieghters with Soldiers about to land. The Clones had arrived. One had already landed with the Admirial Walking out with 2 Dark Jedi and a Clone Commander. He jumped up. He had had push the Girl to the ground and he threw the Knight up into the Air and pushed him far away.

Joran was picked up and thrown. He was flying in the Air but he flipped backwards to land. His Echani Fiber Armor may have worked beneath his robes but how much harder would he have to fight without his robes? He ran towards the Dark Lord but the Dark Lord saw him and blocked with his Cortosis Blade. It was until then Joran was being held in a choke. But he made sure he was ready for when the Echani Girl was ready to strike. One more move and I kill him. Joran had air to breathe and moved his hand in a movement to tell Triss it wasn't worth it. Triss don't fight him. Let go of the Anger. That will only lead you to the Dark Side. He grapsed tighter. Foolish Man. The Dark Side is a strength to the Ones who are allied with it.You can either leave and pretend none of this ever happended or stay and suffer by the end of my Blade. The Blade was now as long as a Lightsaber itself.

[Triss-chan - ... KAWAII!]

Triss held no anger, there was no presence of the Dark Side within her, Joran was wrong, dead wrong, she was the epiphany of what a Jedi should be, collected, rational, calm, intelligent, everything thing of which this Sith was not and much, much more.

She paused for a moment, as she took on a fighting-crouch and deactivated her Lightsabers, closing her eyes as she did so. Mentally viewing over the consequences and causality of the situation presented to her in that single instance, she took in a deep lungful of air, feeling the refreshing pause in the fight as fresh oxygen flooded into her slightly exhausted limbs.

There was a moment of clarity which pierced the veil of her thoughts, the Force gently infused her with a rightful, righteous sense of purpose, and most importantly, a sense of … purpose. There was a dual snap-hiss! as her lightsabers reignited in her hands, their vibrant blue blades arcing out forwards in an offensive stature, as she opened her eyes, and the icy-blue of calmness seemed to be flecked with resolute steely-grey of purpose.

“Your weakness is that you assume your Power as Strength. You have neither, through your ‘Power’ you create delusion, and your ‘Strength’ you reinforce your own Delusion of Grandeur … you threaten because you cannot beat me in a straight fight, therefore you must force your Illusion upon me … well I reject your Illusion” as she spoke she raised her lightsaber on her right arm to her face in something resembling of a Makashi salute in Joran’s direction “Now … I must do what is right … I am sorry my fellow Jedi, but” she sighed, her face a mask of impassivity “May the Force be with You”

She attacked without a second thought, as the Living, Unifying Force flowed through her like, in her eyes, a River, and she herself was a Conduit, the Foucs of all of that infinite power. With a speed which even her Master at times struggled to defend against, let alone some over-confident, under-powered Sith with an ego the size of Corusant, she attacked in a tempest of unorthodox attacks, only applicable to a guard-shoto user, and personally designed by Sirius himself to defy almost all of the forms of Lightsaber combat. The application of the Force itself in her actions only made them more pronounced, erratic, yet also turned them into a maelstrom of attacks designed to do nothing but to cripple an opponent, focused around striking vital organs, nerve clusters, pressure points, exploiting the natural physical weaknesses of the human form and a dozen other variables and positions, as she unleashed the full potential of all of her Training upon the impudent Man who dishonored the very Force with his presence.

[xavier]

Joran was Paralysed. He could not move. He stood face up on his back frozen. The Sith Lord had more capabilites than he. Though the Echani Girl. One of his Race who was as strong as the Sith Lord himself but she was only a Teenager. He wondered how someone so young could have so much Power. It was a mystery but he would wait. He stood still on his back waiting for a victory.

Reivax wasn't afraid of dying because of all the soldiers he had killed he could take the body of any soldier and return. He blocked the strikes with his Blades ready to grab a LightSaber. It was difficult because the Girl was fast. He waited until she lunged at him and bursted a Quick Maelstrom. He drained the Life out of a Dark Jedi running to help him. His strength was boosted. His power was strong. If the Girl wanted to make her unlimited potential. She would have to die, or embrace the Dark Side. His Armor was staring to spread around him for some reason, almost covering him. His Armor was like a Neo Crusader Mandalorian War Suit. The Mandalorian iron was stuck to him. The only way to get out was by using the Force at Max Power. He had no trouble breathing which was suprising. He was begin to think he was becoming a Droid. His eye sight was becoming Red. Everything around him had signal lights and symbols to show what they were. When he looked at the Girl his vision made a close up to her face. A circle had surronded it and his mind gave him a Bio and weak points of the Girl. Muahahahahahaha! You cannot defeat me foolish Girl. I know all your secrets all your weaknesses and who you are! I'd be doing Cassus a favor by destroying you Echani. He ignited Pain along with Death. He put them together to make a Double Bladed Lightsaber. He took a Form of Juyo and got ready to use it against her. "Darkness is a friend, an ally. Darkness allows us to understand others, to see what they value when they believe no one else is looking. It allows us to be honest with ourselves, to express those values that we would disavow in the light. The light blinds us. It is only in the dark that we see clearly, and there is a great dark hidden among these worlds."