Post by Bones on May 3, 2010 1:06:03 GMT -5
(( OOC: Ok. So this thread will probably just be Kaiven making his way through the caverns. I don't know where it's going to go, but anyone interested is welcome to join in. ))
The first thing on the High Council Member's mind was the darkness that he was now enveloped in. It was so dark that he could barely make out the walls of the cave, the stalactites and stalacmites dripping with the icy water. It was so dark, that if he had not been reaching out with the force, there could have been anyone around and he would not know. He did know, thanks to his usage of the force, that he was completely alone, and that was the second thing on his mind.
His eyes gazed out from behind his mask, staring into the darkness ahead. He reached out with the force, feeling his way through the monstrous cavern. To anyone else, it would appear that he could see perfectly as he wove his way through the towers of rock lacing the floor of the cave. He did, however, have a goal set in his heart. His goal was to have these caves lit by the time he left this evil planet. Not light of flames or power, but light of force. He desired to feel the taint of the dark side lifted, washed away like water washes away filth. He wanted to feel safety, happiness, and the light. He wanted purity.
Noises. They seemed amplified, as did his senses. The man spun, his hand reaching into his robes, pulling out the glistening silver tube as he did so, holding it ready to extend the vivid, vicious, violet blade hidden within. He pushed the force outwards from his body, feeling the space around him. He felt nothing, so he knew that he had no other choice but the one he was about to make.
The violet blade shot out suddenly from the hilt, illuminating the area around him in it's glowing, deadly aura. It was then the he saw the other, a young man, barely into his adult years, clad completely in black. The mans eyes were shut. Just like he had been, the man had been feeling his way through the caverns.... with the force? Impossible. The chance of finding a Dark Jedi were minimal, and the chances of finding one close to Jedi was so low. But then this man had kept his presence secret. There must have been something different.
It happened so quickly that Kaiven barely had time to react to the vicious onslaught. The mans eyes flicked open, revealing orange, glistening eyes. At the same time, a glowing red beam emitted from a hilt that had been held out of sight. The man rushed forwards, his blade heading directly for Kaiven's heart. He allowed his instincts to set in, taking two quick steps to his left, spinning his own lightsabre in a circle, the two blades clashing together, before the violet blade continued it's circle path, slicing down into the man's hamstring and through his leg. The violet blade spun once more, this time as Kaiven twirled his hilt around his hand, before the blade was retracted back into the silver hilt.
He waved his hand quickly, the hilt flying from just inside the man's grip to Kaiven's hand. He caught the silver tube, examining it closely, before his attention returned to the young man. He flicked his hand again, this time, the man's hood was pulled back. This time, Kaiven thought quickly, knowing that red was the colour that attracted the eye the least in the dark. He sent out the red blade of his opponent, illuminating the area immediately, allowing his brown eyes to scan over the scene immediately.
The severed leg lying nearby, a small scrape along the ground where the body had fallen and slid. Then the man himself. He took in a few things quickly. Zabrak. Thin, black tattoos. A look of extreme pain on his face. It was a face he recognised. This young Zabrak had once been a Padawan in the Jedi Order. His heart seemed to fall down near his stomach. "Krayus, it's a pity we had to come to this, but you left me little other choice. You attacked me. Why?" He looked at the young man's face, a look of complete hatred was spread across it. "Come, now, Krayus, there's no need to be like that. Talk to me, and I can help you." The Zabrak's expression faltered for a moment before snapping back, and his response was just as snappy, "You cannot help me. You're weak" Kaiven sighed, before stepping in, his foot lashing out to connect with the man's head, knocking him unconscious.
He straightened, sliding both hilts inside his cloak, his own violet hilt hanging from the hook in his belt, and the red hilt slipping into a pocket on the inside of the cloak. He turned, walking away further down the cavern, a tear rolling out of his eye. "There is only one path that could possibly lead to a Padawan leaving the light for more power, and it is one I wish would never occur." He whispered to himself.
The first thing on the High Council Member's mind was the darkness that he was now enveloped in. It was so dark that he could barely make out the walls of the cave, the stalactites and stalacmites dripping with the icy water. It was so dark, that if he had not been reaching out with the force, there could have been anyone around and he would not know. He did know, thanks to his usage of the force, that he was completely alone, and that was the second thing on his mind.
His eyes gazed out from behind his mask, staring into the darkness ahead. He reached out with the force, feeling his way through the monstrous cavern. To anyone else, it would appear that he could see perfectly as he wove his way through the towers of rock lacing the floor of the cave. He did, however, have a goal set in his heart. His goal was to have these caves lit by the time he left this evil planet. Not light of flames or power, but light of force. He desired to feel the taint of the dark side lifted, washed away like water washes away filth. He wanted to feel safety, happiness, and the light. He wanted purity.
Noises. They seemed amplified, as did his senses. The man spun, his hand reaching into his robes, pulling out the glistening silver tube as he did so, holding it ready to extend the vivid, vicious, violet blade hidden within. He pushed the force outwards from his body, feeling the space around him. He felt nothing, so he knew that he had no other choice but the one he was about to make.
The violet blade shot out suddenly from the hilt, illuminating the area around him in it's glowing, deadly aura. It was then the he saw the other, a young man, barely into his adult years, clad completely in black. The mans eyes were shut. Just like he had been, the man had been feeling his way through the caverns.... with the force? Impossible. The chance of finding a Dark Jedi were minimal, and the chances of finding one close to Jedi was so low. But then this man had kept his presence secret. There must have been something different.
It happened so quickly that Kaiven barely had time to react to the vicious onslaught. The mans eyes flicked open, revealing orange, glistening eyes. At the same time, a glowing red beam emitted from a hilt that had been held out of sight. The man rushed forwards, his blade heading directly for Kaiven's heart. He allowed his instincts to set in, taking two quick steps to his left, spinning his own lightsabre in a circle, the two blades clashing together, before the violet blade continued it's circle path, slicing down into the man's hamstring and through his leg. The violet blade spun once more, this time as Kaiven twirled his hilt around his hand, before the blade was retracted back into the silver hilt.
He waved his hand quickly, the hilt flying from just inside the man's grip to Kaiven's hand. He caught the silver tube, examining it closely, before his attention returned to the young man. He flicked his hand again, this time, the man's hood was pulled back. This time, Kaiven thought quickly, knowing that red was the colour that attracted the eye the least in the dark. He sent out the red blade of his opponent, illuminating the area immediately, allowing his brown eyes to scan over the scene immediately.
The severed leg lying nearby, a small scrape along the ground where the body had fallen and slid. Then the man himself. He took in a few things quickly. Zabrak. Thin, black tattoos. A look of extreme pain on his face. It was a face he recognised. This young Zabrak had once been a Padawan in the Jedi Order. His heart seemed to fall down near his stomach. "Krayus, it's a pity we had to come to this, but you left me little other choice. You attacked me. Why?" He looked at the young man's face, a look of complete hatred was spread across it. "Come, now, Krayus, there's no need to be like that. Talk to me, and I can help you." The Zabrak's expression faltered for a moment before snapping back, and his response was just as snappy, "You cannot help me. You're weak" Kaiven sighed, before stepping in, his foot lashing out to connect with the man's head, knocking him unconscious.
He straightened, sliding both hilts inside his cloak, his own violet hilt hanging from the hook in his belt, and the red hilt slipping into a pocket on the inside of the cloak. He turned, walking away further down the cavern, a tear rolling out of his eye. "There is only one path that could possibly lead to a Padawan leaving the light for more power, and it is one I wish would never occur." He whispered to himself.