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Cain
Indignant
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*Indignation intensifies*
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Jul 7, 2011 16:15:22 GMT -5
Post by Cain on Jul 7, 2011 16:15:22 GMT -5
It had been a long time, too long perhaps. The exotic sights, sounds and scents of Felucia sent a rush of forgotten (or perhaps just neglected) youth through Si Quan's old bones. For near twenty years the Epicanthix Jedi Master had spent the majority of his time on Coruscant, attending studiously to his obligations as Youngling instructor at the Jedi Temple. It had been a long time indeed since he had been away from the capital, away from the rush and the crush of life in the city. Si had almost forgotten how beautiful the wild places of the galaxy could be.
In all honesty, Si was grateful for the opportunity to partake in this mission, but was still a bit unsure of why he had been chosen. For near twenty years the council had seen fit to keep Si Quan close to home. The request to accompany Master Roq into the Outer Rim to investigate the possible presence of the Sith was out of left field to say the least. Whatever the council's reasoning, Si was happy to oblige when called upon.
The old Jedi Master trailed behind his three comrades, Master Roq leading the party which included a pair of Knights in between. Though he was advanced in years, Master Quan still maintained the look of a healthy human in his mid forties. One of the many benefits of his Epicanthix heritage. Si's hair was short and slicked up in a way as if he'd slapped some gel into his hand and slid it through his salt and pepper mane. His tunic was an auburn color, tied off at the waist and worn loosely over his shoulders, rather typical garb for a Jedi right down to the lightsaber hanging in plain sight from his hip.
Si followed the others, attempting to keep his focus on the Force as he did so. It was no easy task on a world such as Felucia. Life overflowed here, filling every nook and cranny of the Force with each creature's own distinct noise. The result was a deluge of the Force in which one could easily drown should they not be familiar with such waters. It was similar to the conditions on Coruscant, though the nature of the Force which flowed here could not have been more different.
After their run in with the Acklay, the Jedi moved on until they came upon a complex. A bit of scouting by Master Roq seemed to confirm that it was what they had been looking for. That meant there were likely Sith inside. Si Quan hadn't dealt with their likes since Raxis Prime, an incident which had made him infamous, but one he would rather have forgotten. Master Roq suggested that Si lead the Knights over the east wall. What happened after that was anyone's guess. After a few more words Si gave a nod and Master Roq vanished stealthily into the jungles as only a Graarl could.
With Roq gone, Si took a moment to contemplate his next move. If there were Sith inside the complex, simply approaching cautiously wouldn't be enough. In fact, it could not be entirely counted out that the Sith had not already detected their presence. If that were the case then so much for the "benefit of surprise". There were no certainties either way, but Si still felt most comfortable preparing for the worst case scenario.
Reconvening with the Knights, Si peeked out from behind the brush at the wall in front of them again, sizing up the distance they would have to cover. Si gently rubbed the gray whiskers on his chin before suddenly straightening up, "All right, there's no sense in cooling our heels here any longer," he announced, standing upright and tugging at the bandages which were wrapped around his forearms and hands, "Both of you stick close to me."
Si Quan wasn't naive, he understood exactly what their mission would entail if what Roq had detected was accurate. A confrontation with the Sith might be inevitable, but at least it could still transpire on their terms. It would be foolish to charge into the Sith compound with lightsabers blazing, and engage the Sith on their own turf. No, a much better plan would be to lure them out of their hole.
Si was careful to make as little noise as possible as he navigated the distance to the complex's east wall. Pressing his back against the smooth duracrete, Si paused a moment, simply listening to the Force around him. He could feel the presence of the sentries as they passed by on the other side, making their rounds. Si could feel no hint of panic nor alarm from them. They hadn't detected them yet. Once Si no longer felt the presence of the guards he gave a nod, taking a few steps back from the wall and gracefully clearing the barrier with one Force-aided leap.
"Alright..." Si whispered, more to himself than anything else, "We're in."
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Kella
Fire and Blood
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Fire cannot kill a dragon.
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Dec 22, 2011 15:19:18 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Dec 22, 2011 15:19:18 GMT -5
((ooc: Alright gais, I'm going to take some serious liberty here, so that Moving Forward can keep moving forward. [see whut I did thar? :3] Anywho, if anything outright doesn't jive with your char, lemme know, and I'll fix it. Not a problem. But hopefully we can get the violence action rolling again. I believe there will be certain jedi/sith combat pairing offs, so feel free to allow each of those to go individually -- no need to wait on the other sets to keep posting. Then, at the very least, stuff will happen. That is all.))
Roq banked and swept above the complex, careful to give off the impression of a curious predator, rather than a keen observer. He watched as the conflict below unfolded.
The Jedi infiltrated the complex, at first unchallenged, then quickly dispatching the guards that came. However, Roq spied one with a commlink at her mouth. She must have gotten the message off, as it was not long before Roq could feel a stirring within the complex.
The Sith charged out onto the complex roof, sabers drawn, expressions confident. Surely they expected to quickly put the brazen attackers back in their respective places. Roq examined them closely. There was a very young one, almost still a boy, expression neither eager nor fretted. Another looked rather young, with what might have been a bad blue dye-job, or what might have meant he was a Firrereo. Roq caught a hint of silvery skin; definitely a Firrereo.
They were clearly outranked by the other two, the first of which was a man who seemed to carry himself with far more pride and years of experience than his middle-aged features, and Roq got the distinct impression that strangling puppies was one of his favorite hobbies. The last one was bald. It was he that moved with the most authority, and from whom most of that sithy stench emanated, despite the fact that his presence seemed more raw, less refined by experience than the other's.
The Jedi quickly met the Sith's blades, Si Quan attempting to match the two masters, while the other Jedi locked with the Firrereo and the boy.
Roq banked again, presence carefully concealed, wary to tempt fate by standing by too long. He swept around behind the Sith, watching carefully as Si barely kept his blade up to both sets of attacks.
The Graarl quickly climbed a few strokes higher, the coolness in the air -- or perhaps the Sith below -- sending a chill through his wings. Then he tucked his wings neatly in, gravity eagerly drawing him back towards the surface. Faster and faster he fell, eyes locked on the bald guy, course steadily directed at a point behind him.
Only when he could see the individual slivers of rock glinting in the concrete of the complex roof, did Roq extend his wings. They cracked like the snap of a whip as he leveled, sweeping just above the ground, minute movements of his tail precisely trimming his course. Roq did not touch the Force, rather relying on his wings and the air to set him on a crash course with the bald guy. His intent was to knock the man away from the rest, precisely plucking him from the fight and engaging him separately, so to give his fellow Jedi the best chance possible.
And between the sharpness of Roq's vision, the precision of his flying, the surprise of his attack, and the breadth of his wings, collision was inevitable.
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Necro Stormborn
Wants Karl Back
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hmm... i knew i missed something...
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Feb 20, 2012 22:34:16 GMT -5
Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 20, 2012 22:34:16 GMT -5
The calm mood coupled with anxiety of what lay ahead ended swiftly as the compound was thrown into a storm of chaos as violence erupted outside the complex walls. Soon the fury of the attack brought the fight closer; the sound of war found its way behind the large protective walls designed to both keep out intruders and act as a boundary for the workers inside.
Underneath the metallic and stone exterior the Sith had been gathered in wait for the arrival of their mission leader. Expectant as they were to see the Dark lady herself, Darth Renata, a member of the inner sanctum....they would have to settle for Darth Eurachis, A Dark Lord, member of the inner sanctum, and as of the battle of Rhen Var....a commander of the Sith fleet. He had decided to take over for the Dark Lady, and personally oversee the security of this prime target and the proper construction of what would become a beachhead for further assaults. Not long after greeting the initiates and masters of the darkside, the madness outside started and Darth Eurachis found himself readying the men for a counter Attack. Quickly he finished what he was saying, walked towards the door, and found his way up to the roof. From up there he could quickly ascertain the cause of this chaos, and formulate a plan.
Stepping out onto the roof he looked off in the distance and saw the unique glow of lightsabers batting away blaster bolts and flying through the air with their wielders only to come crashing down on a trooper and take from him his life.
"...it would seem the jedi are behind this...Let us make haste and end them quickly before they set us back any further." Eurachis Drew his saber, threw down his cloak, and stepped forward preparing to leap down from the roof and charge into the encampment. From there he would systematically purge this area of any and all members of the jedi order as well as any of their republic friends. However, a familiar feeling of discipline and courage... the same feeling he'd felt when fighting the Council member, Vreem Took, washed over him and brought him pause. Perhaps leaping into the fray when a powerful adversary was lurking about was not the most tactical idea given his position.
He looked further with his eyes and stretched his senses, feeling outwards with as much strength as he could muster and counted what he could perceive to be force wielders.
"looks like there are three or four of them" The Dark lord thought quiskly about the men he had with him and their abilities---furthermore their competency in combat. He settled on those who had age and experience in combat and decided to keep close that which could hinder his team. "....Silas, I trust you and Nieraan can manage the three down in the courtyard, show them graciously the way to the next life. Once you are finished mop up any remaining Republic insects..." The Dark Lord looked back at the youngest one of the group, "You, boy, stay with me...i may have use of you yet."
Not but a handful of seconds later as Silas and Nieraan began moving towards the edge hoping to jump down, an enormous booming sound exploded from above. It sounded similar to the pop that occurred as an object broke the sound barrier. Eurachis swiveled slightly on the ball of his heel and turned about to look up, only to see a Graarl crashing towards him with incredible speed. It was moving too fast for him to avoid it, and too small and dexterous for him to attempt to strike out at it and dislodge it from the air. No, he had only one option.
With the steepest inhale of air he could muster, he rooted himself firmly and brought his blade to bear, knowing full well that on contact the sheer kinetic energy would swarm over him. That the pure force from the impact could very well knock him out. He acknowledged the difficulty of the stunt he was about to pull, and then he waited, his muscles locked and flexed, and his eyes shut.
3...
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1...
SLAM!
The two forces met and the resounding concussive blast punched with pain all throughout Darth Eurachis's body. His nose scrunched and his teeth ground against each other, but he took the impact and did not falter. There they stood, him and the Graarl, their sabers locked together for what seemed like minutes, until what truly was a matter of seconds after, the ground gave way and the Dark Lord tumbled backwards and flew with force down into the interior of the facility.
"Ouch.." He was covered in rubble.. and he could feel the warm sensation of liquid dripping down his lips. As he swatted away rubble and found his way back up onto his feet his grin contorted into one of the most insidious smiles imaginable. This promised to be a good fight, and now he felt more alive than ever.
Walking forwards, down and out of the rubble with what seemed like no damage to his composure or stride, the Darth wiped at his nose, brushing away the blood that was flowing forth. He looked up, summoned his saber to his hand, reignited it and then cracked his neck twice before speaking.
"Classy.... I most vehemently, do believe, that this will be a most entertaining fight. I shall enjoy draining the life from your body, just as i will enjoy wiping that smug look of superiority off your face. Allow me to educate you on the difference between us. You are no different than the jedi I faced on Rhen Var, Vreem Took. He too had this look of superiority, this feeling of control bathed in the discipline you jedi cling to so much. Perhaps you really are stronger than the rest, You will still, like those I have vanquished before you, resort to your limited box of tricks and your weak suppression of emotion. I will show you Graarl, as I did him, that the lack of control over my emotions is not a weakness, but on the contrary. With a focus for my fury and a channeled path for my rage, I become a creature of pure power. Now, meet the next step in your evolution...." His voice trailed off and then surged back to life in a voracious roar, one of pain , the kind that could reduce a building to rubble.
His fists tightened around his hilt and his face twisted in agony as Darth Eurachis let loose the well of anger stored inside him. He basked in the aberrant energies as he felt the pulsating darkness that emanated from within him wash over everything around him. He let his hate, his anger, and his fury swim out and fill the room until the Darkside was palpable..until it took on a physical form... until he was glowing with dark power.
In a hoarse but deep voice the Dark Lord of the Sith proclaimed his strength and made known his cravings, "I hunger for combat you emissary of the light,.............. do not disappoint me."
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Kella
Fire and Blood
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Fire cannot kill a dragon.
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Feb 20, 2012 23:54:08 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Feb 20, 2012 23:54:08 GMT -5
Roq tucked his wings in tightly as they began to tumble; the leathery membrane was the one serious weakness in his armor of scales. Even the reinforced concrete was no match for such ethereal forces, and the two Jedi -- one of the darkness and one of the light -- were torn apart again in a great crashing and cracking of rubble.
Roq didn't wait for his motion to settle; rather, as soon as his feet found the ground he locked onto it. The rubble rolled past and around, leaving the Graarl standing. He quickly oriented himself to the Dark Jedi, noting every valuable detail, from the nonplussed way he shrugged off the rubble to the blood dribbling from his nose. Squishy humans.
The Sith ignited his saber and cracked his neck rather menacingly, then began to speak. Monologue, really. Roq only paid him half a mind, letting the rest explore the surrounding area, looking for nooks and crannies -- potential angles, potential escape routes, potential traps, all that jazz.
"Allow me to educate you on the difference between us." Well, Roq thought that was rather obvious, since he possessed a great many things the Human did not; talons, wings, scales, a tail, dashing wit, all that.
He looked around, instead. The ceiling, having been the ground while they were on the roof, was rated to handle high winds and heavy machinery, but apparently not the concussive force of a Graarl at full momentum. It had crumbled, raining rubble and combatants into the room below, which a quick scan revealed was abandoned. This made good sense, as it was a storage room; wide in both length and width, with a great distance between ceiling and floor. The room must have been recently finished, as contained only a few stacks of durasteel crates. Those had the potential of coming in handy, later.
The man's voice trailed off, and Roq thought he might be able to get a word in edgewise. He was proven wrong, however, by the sudden concussive wave of noise and malice that came from the Sith. Yet, as oil is loathe to mix with water, the darkness could not quite penetrate the light that lay within the Jedi, and instead washed around.
Roq seemed as affected as if the aura had been a light breeze. "Temper temper," he teased. "Though look at you, you're absolutely glowing -- when are you due?"
"I hunger for combat you emissary of the light... Do not disappoint me."
"Oh..." Roq continued, rather apologetically, "I was just coming to see if you had any sugar I could borrow. But, I suppose, if you insist..."
At once, Roq set into motion the exploitation of some of the information he'd gleaned during the Sith's monologue. Within the space of the same moment, the pile of rubble under the Sith's feet shifted, a very large boulder hurtled towards him from his left, another chunk of the ceiling crumbled, over his head. Roq suddenly dashed -- also to Eurachis's left -- and began to sprint around towards that end of the room. He was not fleeing, rather, he was circling; changing angle but maintaining the ten yard distance between them. Where he ended up was not so important as that he was moving -- not only did it make him a more difficult target, but Roq's preferred brand of meditation was very active. As his muscles coursed, he could feel the Force run stronger, and gathered it to glimmer at the surface of his scales.
Roq was ready for whatever came next.
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