Xerron Delzaren

[Cirith An'Gol]

Character Name: Xerron Delzaren
Character Source: active SWU character

Character Faction/Alignment: Sith Acolyte
Type of Roleplay: general RP

Roleplay Requirements: Mentor can use any number of NPC's or characters he/she thinks is required.

Reason for Request: Need help getting a feel for my Sith, I don't think he's evil enough and has a good enough reason to hate Jedi.
Notes: Here's the link to his bio if you should need to refer to it. swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=daraccept&action=display&thread=4317.

Ok, we'd last talked about maybe a scouting mission for Xerron, which would be perfect for him. So, I'll just start there I guess.

Roleplay: Sith Scouting Mission

Xerron flew his MCS-13 Marauder down through Vendaxa's atmosphere, the hull of the Marauder class ship glowing with the heat of its entry. Soon enough Xerron was through with the bumpy ride and coming in over the lush jungles, bodies of water, and swamps. He'd been assigned to scope out a new military base for the new rising Sith Empire, a search through the database revealed that a base had once been used on Vendaxa by the Sith of old. The near constant threats on Vendaxa, like the native Acklay and other predatory animals, kept most people away from the planet. Which was the point of this little jaunt into the Expansionist Regions of the galaxy. No one came here unless they absolutely had to. Hunters and Mercenaries might occasionally visit the planet for the exotic predatory animals but, no one would miss such people. After all it was a dangerous line of work.

Xerron set the ship down in a particularly thick part of the jungle, trying to hide it as best as he could, before grabbing the camo tarps he'd had stuffed in the cargo area and venturing outside.
He raised the tarps easily with the force and set them upon the ship, covering it completely and thus hiding it from any would be visitors. If there were any, which Xerron very much doubted.
the sounds of the jungle unnerved him a little but, he shoved such feelings aside. Such feelings were not for a Sith, after all.
A Sith does not feel fear, he puts fear into others and uses it against them he reminded himself sternly.
Xerron crept through the foliage as he centered himself. He felt the hunger of the planet through the force and relaxed. Yes, this would be perfect.

The planet's native animals would provide an effective sheild for their activites. Still, I'd better cloak myself. The Empire doesn't want anyone knowing we're moving about and where we're organizing just yet he thought to himself as he called upon the force to shrink his presence and then a moment later to dissapear visibly, becoming another mist filled shadow in the jungle. He crept through the jungle, silent like a cat until he felt a tug in the force. Ah, found it he moved toward the slight dark resonance in the force and gently lifted a bundle of vines and leaves, that revealed a heavy stone door, masked by the tree topped cave and the natural flora and fauna in the area. Xerron activated his comlink "This is Xerron. I've found the base. Over".

[Silas]

Well, as for the grammar part of this post, the first things I see is that you probably need to run it through a spell checker. You have several misspelled words, such as follows:

jont?? I really don't know what that's supposed to be >.<
Occassionally - Occasionally
Sheild - Shield (Remember, I after E except after C or sounding like 'ey' as in Neighbor and Weigh)
Activites - Activities
Dissappear - Disappear

the hull of the Marauder class ship glowing with the heat of -->[it's]<--- entry.

Similar to a misspelling error, right there you kind of messed up. There's a difference between 'its' and 'it's' believe it or not, and in this instance you used the wrong one >.<
Here's a helpful song for you in case you've never heard it:

If it's supposed to be possessive it's just I-T-S, but it it's supposed to be a contraction it's I-T-apostrophe-S....scalawag.

Copywriteforthatsonggoestostrongbadofhomstarrunner.com. Anyway, just remember that next time you go to write its/'s and you should be good to go! :3 If you don't know the difference between a word that’s possessive and a contraction... I blame public schooling.

You also have some capitalisation errors throughout the post. First I think you just messed up and accidentally put the instead of 'The' in the beginning of a post. Then the 'Force' is actually a proper noun because it is a deity, so you should always capitalise it.

Aside from that the post is grammatically acceptable. :3

Now, as far as content goes you do advance the plot, you don’t just sit there like some people do, and start it out kind of blandly, which is good. You even use dialogue, and while there aren’t any NPCs which ultimately are some of your best friends when writing in any form from RPs to Novels, we can get to that later. Right now what you need to work on the most is your detail. Every post doesn’t have to be a five page nightmare of a post, but it should give us insight into the character, and we should see the world through his eyes. Everyone has a different perspective, and if you don’t tell us through your words what Xerron’s is, we’ll never know. You have the beginnings of it in your post, but take it to the next level and you’ll notice that it’ll get easier every time you write.

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Everything around him was so foreign, the smell of the trees, the taste of the air around him, and this oddity spread even to the harsh light which bathed over him. For a few seconds there was a pause in his breaths as he listened to the world around him. From a distance he could hear a slight rustle in the foliage to the right, a crack of a twig to the left; all of this signified life, something which was precious in its own way. Still, these were creatures without sentient thought, and without the brain function to be manipulated for any fun. They could be used for basic need, and in some cases they might be good pets, but they were not what Silas would classify as fun. They were there for a specific purpose, and while that purpose might differ from sentient to sentient it was defined by the need at hand. Someone who needed a disposable guard might seek some vicious animal, while someone in need of a toy might venture towards a kitten. All in all everything about these creature depended on perspective, and the person at hand. Silas had no need for them, so if they got in his way he would kill them. It was as simple as that.

One bright yellow blade emitted from the hilt in his hand as it slashed through some more of the thick branches of these trees. A sort of thick, dark sap rubbed onto his shirt as he passed by what was left of the tree. This wasn’t a job for him, this task was mediocre enough that any common Sith should be able to handle it, but then again Silas occasionally did have the tendency to overestimate the capacity of human intelligence. Whilst they might in all mannerisms be able to do this task, it might also take them several attempts to get right what would take the Firrerreo a few hours, if that.

Up ahead he saw something which looked like the decrepit remains of some structure, and as he came closer he could see the vines entangled a large building almost completely covered by the foliage. One of his hands that didn’t hold onto his sabre felt the side of the building, the rough durasteel felt grainy, and uneven under his fingers. From this point he knew he could either take more time searching around for the entrance, or he could just make his own little way in. With little patience already the Sith opted for the second solution, and hefted his lightsaber lightly as he brought it through the dark metal. Quickly, he made a hole big enough for him to slip through, and while it might not have been good for the integrity of the building Silas highly doubted he’d do anything worse than that which had already been dealt on this old base. Once cut away it was simple as stepping into, and so much easier than tracking down the entrance to this place.

As he slipped inside he could see that his first idea had been right, this place would not be fit to hold people in. No, they would have to do a complete reconstruction if they were to set up any sort of base on this planet, and Silas would be glad if he didn’t have to deal with it. It would be a relief when he was promoted to something worthwhile, and he didn’t have to go on doing these mundane tasks anymore. Someone with more time to spare, and a less specialised talent should be confined to such tasks anyway.

”This is Xerron. I’ve found the base, over,” Came a voice over the comlink attached to the belt at his hip.

With a slight sigh Silas reached for it, and spoke into it, ”I’m on my way.”

If nothing worked out it could take hours to find the location of the man in the base, but luckily for the Sith he felt the presence of another human not far from where he stood. Silas didn’t know much about him, but he didn’t seem like much more than bantha fodder at the moment and while he might come around to surprise him, the fact that they had gone separate to this mission was actually a relief. One way to really get on the old man’s nerve was to be annoying, and act superior, which is what the entire trip up to here might have turned into if they had gone a one party. Now he blissfully walked through the halls of this abandoned cathedral, a snarky smile across his face.

Upon these walls there spoke of a beautiful thing; death. Something which most people describe as a horrible act is one of the most naturally spectacular thing to grace this universe. Every person dies, but each one has their own special flaws which bring them to their final end, and it is those seconds where their eyes realise what is going on that is so precious. For just a second they were sincere, too. For just a few last moments their true self was revealed, and what could be more coveted than seeing into someone’s true self.

Around another corner he moved to find pure light which streamed in from the opening, and caught his eyes off guard for a fraction of a second. In all honesty he’d forgotten it was very dark at all. The light of his sabre had given him just enough visibility to be comfortable, which was okay with him.

”Time to get going. You ready?” Asked the undoubtedly older Sith, of course this person probably didn’t know that. Without really waiting for a response he began into the darkness, for if this person could not keep up, he had no business following.

[Cirith An'Gol]

((OOC: Yeah, sorry about that. I get into something and proper spelling and grammar go right out the window sometimes. I've corrected the spelling errors...or the ones that you pointed out and I saw, lol.
I try and advance the plot if I can, I don't like sitting on something forever and going no where. I like to do dialogue but, I like a little action with my character development too.))

Xerron forced open the door with the Force, using telekinesis to move the heavy stone door, which rumbled as it was forced sideways into the wall. He felt, what he assumed to be, his partner nearby somewhere, and heard the loud bang! as something heavy hit the ground somewhere, possibly from the direction of his partner. Please let this guy be smart and not another testosterone junkie that uses his strength to solve his problems. Please whatever Sith deity is out there, let this guy have at least some intelligence Xerron thought as he made his way inside and slid the door shut behind him, so as to not attract anything, hunters or animals alike, that might wander in and cause them trouble.

Strength was all well and good but, sometimes it was useless in some situations and brains were needed, or stealth, or both. Xerron wasn't the strongest person in the galaxy but, he wasn't weak either. Stealth and tactics had been his life for as long as he could remember. Xerron was an assassin in most respects. He prided himself on his ability to remain undetected and to be able to defend himself masterfully if he was discovered. That pride had been diminished upon arriving at the Sith Temple on Korriban however. There, he'd seen that there were plenty of people that were stronger than he was in the Force. Then again he'd been taught a lesson when he'd gone on his first mission to Muunilinst. There he'd been ticked at his leader for his cavalier take on his abilities and endeavored to prove himself the threat he thought he was. It was a wonder Lord Eurachis let me live for my display of such obvious contempt Xerron thought as the memory flashed vividly in his head He could've ended my life right there had it not been for Zaaltarr's interference.

It was a difficult thing to admit his limitations but, he'd done it and in so doing, had grown stronger for it. He no longer showed off his abilities when he entered a room in the name of theatricality. The experiences had humbled him greatly and made him more cautious when it came to thinking too highly of himself. He remained silent now unless someone was directly talking to him. He observed people, learned their habits, abilities, strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes, knowing that one day it would all be useful information.

He let his force aura up a little bit so that his partner could pinpoint his location easier as he touched the lightsabers on his belt. Those very lightsabers had been his first and only creations, his only weapons, and his only friends for years. They were precious to him beyond words. Xerron had literally lost everything and everyone important to him. Even Zaaltarr had disappeared after their first visit to the Korriban Sith Temple. When everything and everyone had abandoned him or had been killed, those smallish weapons had kept by his side. They gave him something to hold onto when he felt he had no where else to turn. They kept him sane and pushed away the rage and despair, that he'd consciously buried deep inside him.
A part of him knew it was foolish to cling to inanimate objects. They could be damaged or destroyed, and they couldn't actually give any comfort of any sort. Just the fact that they were there gave him some comfort though.

What Xerron needed most was a goal in life and a purpose. He'd hoped that while he couldn't join the Jedi because of his age, that the Sith would give him those things. Use his natural talents and give him training to become stronger in return so that he might one day be able to make a difference in the galaxy and add meaning to his life.

Xerron stepped up to a corner and peeked around it, snapping back to reality and dismissing his internal self exploration. Another figure approached only a meter or so away, the feel in the force telling him it was the same person he'd sensed not too long ago. Xerron stepped around the corner and took his lightsabers from his belt. He decloaked himself and appeared before the figure, who he assumed was his partner.

His features were concealed beneath the hood of his black cloak and a half mask as he spoke."Yeah, I'm ready but, are you?" Xerron said with a smile.

[Silas]

((Grammatically, I did see a major improvement, so we'll move on from that, and I think this time we can just move on to the content. Just remember to spell check, and read over your work to make sure it sounds correct.

Anyway, onto content. It might help your writing if you add a little more to the end for the other character to respond to. Also, it'll make them have an easier time to respond to you with a lot more to work with. While you shouldn't god mod, and move the other character around like a rag doll, (I did this when I first started rping so bad) you should still move along with the thread to keep it interesting, and well paced. A well paced thread is a happy thread.

I want you to in this next thread set up an interesting scenerio we can both have fun with. I left it off just in the perfect place for you to get practice at this, and from then on you'll get better at it the more you try it. Don't just leave it off with a response, make your own statment to which I can respond to. Anyway, I'll let you have at it, and see what you do!))

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Upon the darkness of this cold decrepit tomb for the long fallen warriors of his ancestors, a curious Sith made his ways through the tunnels of this crypt. No one dwelled here any longer; at least not the ones originally intended to file down these halls. Long ago this stony prison had begun the process of being once again taken over by that which it had long ago been made from. Foliage began to creep through the cracks and crevices all throughout it, and the ceiling had begun to break down. It had been such a long time since this place had been abandoned that mice scurried across the barren floor beneath his feet, and he saw the traces of far larger animals here as well. However he did feel a slight tingle in the Force which could not be made by a non-sentient, but it was not his partner. No, this was something else, he just didn’t quite know yet.

”I’ve been read for a long time, kid. Let’s get moving,” With this he moved on, with the intentions that the other might follow.

Into the darkness, away from the light of the entrance they dwelt. This passageway was dark, it had a dismal gloom to it, but he pressed on without fear. Through the Force he knew nothing would be waiting for him, and allowed him to move quietly. Right now he did not even need his sabre as a sort of light, it was sufficient to just move along without it.

There was still that unquenchable sense that they weren’t alone here, though, which drove him away from where he might feel was safe into the unknown. Into the heart of these unwelcome caverns which had held off its enemy for so long, only to be abandoned by its host. Now that host had come to retake its property, and there might be another in its stead, which brought anger into the heart of Silas. For a second, perhaps just a second he thought of the Sith as more than just a means of furthering his ability, but as a personal stake in this Universe. As an outlet of his power which he could actively influence, and push along at his own rate. It lasted but a second, and yet it had the miniscule effect on Silas as to make him realise that he was growing to have personal feelings towards the Sith. Perhaps he’d let these grow, but the hearts of people gave up too fast for him to attach to any one of them, and they could not cater to time such as he did. So, the only thing left for him to do was ignore them, which might be the opinion he took up once more.

”Do you feel that?” Silas said quietly to the other man, his eyes fixed upon the next turn, the next movement which might bring him one step closer to whatever this was. ”It feels like fresh meat,” Chuckled the Sith as he came closer towards it.

They loomed just on the edge of the beast just around the corner; upon a precipice which might lead into nothing but his mind playing tricks on him. Still, the anticipation captured his mind, and let him bask in enthrallment for just a moment. They moved on, just moments until they came in contact with whatever it was.


//Sorry for the short post. Just wanted you to know that your post was excellent, and I'm seeing improvement from your first post already! Keep up the good work, and we'll keep moving right along.

[Cirith An'Gol]

((OOC: Ok, I'll try and make an interesting scenario for us but, don't hold your breath, lol. I mean more than likely it's bound to be killing something b'cause I don't think Sith solve riddles and puzzles too much. If it's ok, at some point I'd like to try and focus on Xerron's hate of the Jedi. I know I definitely need help in that area if Xerron is to be a full-time Sith.))
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[color-Maroon]”I’ve been read for a long time, kid. Let’s get moving,”[/color] Xerron heard his partner say as they met up. Xerron smiled He's as ready as I am to get this scouting mission over with he thought within the confines of his skull. The assassin snapped his lightsabers into his hand and followed his partner further into the complex. They walked on for another few minutes before his partner stopped at the corner of another turn ”Do you feel that?”

Xerron stretched out his senses and almost immediately felt what his partner must have, it was strong in the dark side of the force, and it's mind was not sentient, it was too primal and fearsome to be sentient, that much he was absolutely certain of.

”It feels like fresh meat,” his partner commented a second later.
Xerron snorted "Riiight" he crept up to the edge of the turn and turned to his partner, held up an index finger and motioned for his partner to wait. "Let's see what it is, before we just rush it. It's strong in the dark side and it's most definitely an animal, let me do a little sneaking and find out what we're up against. I'll be back in a minute" he whispered before disappearing visibly into the shadows and fading from the Force. Xerron used an old trick his uncle had taught him, the Hibernation Trance, or at least part of it. He centered himself and cleared his mind, then began concentrating on lowering his blood pressure, his breathing rate, his body heat and life force just enough to remain conscious. It was difficult at best, and he'd only done this while conscious up to about half a dozen times that he could recall. It would allow him to better examine his target without spooking it though. Once he got used to the lower oxygen his body was using, he moved around the corner silently, the lightsabers still in his hands. Xerron crept through the halls until he came to an enormous room lined with statues of past Sith Lords. Most were beyond recognizable but, some remained in good condition. The shape and size of the room looked like some sort of training area but, Xerron couldn't be sure. This was all second in importance though as Xerron recognized the sound of heavy breathing. Stepping forward cautiously Xerron peeked around the corner to the entrance of the training room.

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He stopped cold upon the sight that greeted him. He'd heard his uncle talk about the creature that was in front of him, he'd even fought one once with his then-trusty Wookiee partner Zaaltarr. He'd never expected to find another one though. They were extremely rare from what he understood. The more he thought about it though, the more it made sense. This was a house for the dark side of the Force, a sanctuary, no one but the Sith, or the foolhardy, stepped in these hallowed halls. Hmmph, never thought I'd get the chance to fight another Terentetek. This is gonna be fun. I wonder how my new partner will react Xerron thought as he carefully stepped backwards, back towards the edge of the turn. He kept his eyes on the dark side beast, marveled at how the spines on it's back tapped impatiently like claws on a finger as it tried to figure out where the new scents it was detecting were coming from. Marveled at the thick durasteel hard skin and the thickly coiled muscles that lay underneath it's awesome frame and the highly maneuverable hands that ended in razor sharp claws. Marveled at the massive jaws which held massive carnivorous teeth that measured somewhere between six and ten inches in length.

Most would've probably pissed in their pants at the sight of such a predator but, Xerron held only respect and awe. Out of all the creatures in the universe, this one he respected the most. Rumor had it that it was made from the dark side of the Force. It hunted Jedi and ate them for breakfast. The concept still made him awestruck. He'd fought one before, with Zaaltarr his Wookiee companion. Back then, it'd been reckless thrill seeking that'd pushed him to fight the beast. They'd fought and won but, Xerron still held the numerous marks the beast had laid on him. I am much darker than I was back then, I wonder how it will react to us. Will it attack or will it let us pass? Xerron thought as he stepped back around the corner and made his way back to where his partner waited. When he arrived a minute later he decloaked himself, chuckling a little.

"Well, this is going to be interesting. Our guest that is waiting for us is a Terentetek. So, which will be the fresh meat I wonder. Us or him?" Xerron laughed quietly and looked to his partner "So, what do you want to do? Find another way around or see what he does when we reveal ourselves?

[Silas]

Lookin’ pretty good, Cirith! You’re doing good, and I’m just gonna keep going with it for now. If I see something glaringly wrong, I’ll make sure to mention it to you. Keep up on that grammar, and stuff, because it’s looking good right now.

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Silas simply laughed at the boy’s innocence, he was not quite as worried about the creature up ahead as this other person was. Even if it was a rancor, he was sure between the pair of them it wouldn’t’t be long before they killed it. Things which weren’t’t sentient relied upon their primal sense, instincts if one would. They weren’t’t capable of being strategic, and by the time they realised they were in a trap it was far too late for them to do anything at all. It was all about the way you took them down, and what you knew about them. Some animal’s sheer size amounted for something, and they did occasionally have odd talents, but most of them were simply mongrels waiting to be fodder for his sabre. However, this boy seemed to be entertaining the notion that this thing might be more, so he let him meander off.

With a chuckle he turned around to look the way they had come, and yet there were no traces of the halls which they had been down, nor the walls they had followed. It was extremely dark in here, so this thing might feed off a dark environment, which would be even more interesting in the long run. However, within seconds the old man could feel a curious fear. It wasn’t stark fear, there was a bit of ambition to it, but that shadow still loomed from his partner, and it made him smile. Obviously this wasn’t just something which would be simply walked in upon, and stabbed, but something a little more ferocious.

His assumption was quite correct, however. When the undoubtedly younger man came back there was a definite lack of confidence, and while it might not be apprehension, it might as well have been. When he spoke of the Tarentatek, it took Silas a second to recall what the creature was, but he did recall that they hibernated when the dark side was weak in the galaxy. This could mean he had been hibernating before the reformation of the Sith Order, and he might not be of full strength yet. Perhaps that would be a good thing, but the Firrerreo had a feeling that it might turn sour in the face of simply passing by him, creatures were easily confused. This old sorcerer had no talent in beast control, however, so that would not be a good tactic unless the other kid happened to have it; sentient minds were the only one’s he was interested in.

”We could flit around like untrained school children, He whispered to the other man as he slowly stepped towards the place where the beast loomed. ”Or we could face him head on, and see how the Force bids us.”

Such an auspicious beginning to this little venture of theirs, and it almost made the entire thing feel like it could be more interesting that he’d first dared to hope. It wasn’t a clear signifier, for after this first exchange the entire thing could pass by as dull as the trip to it, and he’d be rather disappointed, but there was always that looming chance that it could be more than that. The chance for surprise was already in his sight, and he would take it while it was there.

”Plus, would you dare leave here knowing that there was a chance to take on a beast, and you didn’t take it? I’d rather go for it,” The old man sneered as he moved around the corner to see what this creature which they might soon take on was.

It might as well have been a rancor, and all of a sudden he remembered that many of them had been killed off by the Jedi many years ago. This thing must have been far enough away from them that it lived through the entire ordeal without being smitten by those zealots. If they were able to exterminate him, he would be able to kill one little creatures. In a second his lightsaber was in his hand, and a smile leered across his face.

”If he does attack I’ll distract, and you attack,” He muttered with a little chuckle.


//// Lets try a new tactic where I post really horrible posts, and you try to respond to it >> Just kidding, its not very good though. Have fun! Sorry for having to wait for three billion years.

[Cirith An'Gol]

((OOC: No worries Silas, we all have off days . One little thing however. Xerron doesn't fear the Tarentetek, he's faced one before back when he was younger in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk if you'll recall. He does admire and have a healthy respect for the beast, however.

Anyway, like I said it was a little thing. Maybe I didn't make that clear in my last post *shrug*.
Ok, on with the show!))

Xerron smiled at Silas' response and shook his head in a clear sign of amusement "If I were anybody else, I'd call you insane for wanting to take on a beast like that but, I must admit there is the fact that slaying the beast would be extremely thrilling." The younger Sith looked at the older one as he explained his plan, Xerron put a finger to his chin and thought for a moment, then grinned. A plan set firmly into place in his mind, Xerron turned the corner and started to walk toward the waiting Tarentetek.

As soon as he turned the final corner to where the Tarentetek lay waiting, the beast turned this time picking up Xerron's scent easily. It had been fooled the first time, the second time wasn't going to be so easy. The thing roared so loud for a second it seemed like the hallway itself would collapse, the animal's roar loosening dirt and some small stones from the ceiling.

Once again, Xerron was amazed at the creatures sheer power, as it turned to look directly at him despite the darkness. Normally anyone with any brains would be afraid of a creature containing such raw power but, Xerron had lived with dangerous creatures like this all his life. He knew the unseen boundaries of predators like the movements of a duel between Sith and Jedi.

Xerron made no move as the enormous dark side creature stomped it's way toward him, looking as if it was going to eat him right there on the spot. Xerron slowly lifted a gloved hand and instructed Silas to not interfere from behind his back. It raised an impressive three fingered hand as if to swat him away, like a human did a fly. Xerron reached out with the Force then, and halted the arm mid-swing. Momentarily confused, the creature let out a cry of surprise that sounded more like an avalanche, as it found itself to being pulled toward Xerron, the young assassin using telekinesis to bring the creature closer to himself. Xerron's gaze was as feral as that of the Tarentetek, it revealed no mercy, no fear and a silent message to bow before his will or be destroyed. Intrigued the creature gave a sniff, blowing Xerron's hood from off him and revealing Xerron's buzzed dark hair. Unimpressed at the Human standing defiantly before him, the creature snapped at him, it's powerful jaws making a loud echoing SNAP!. They were in a battle of wills now, each testing the others strength. Any grimace, any sign of weakness, any wandering eyes and the battle of wills would end and a battle for their very survival would ensue.

Xerron only hoped his partner didn't move, that also would be the trigger to a most dangerous fight, though a part of Xerron welcomed that too.

((OOC: Ok, I'll let you decide if we fight the creature or not because I have no Idea what I actually want to do. The purpose of this post was to basically bring into light an ability that I never actually listed but hinted at, time and time again in my other threads, that of Beast Empathy I think it's called, not full blown Beast Control but the beginnings of it. That and to make it a little clearer that Xerron is actually really hard to scare, lol.))

[Silas]

{Sorry for the long wait, here we go! Your post was pretty solid, so I don't think I need to comment much on it. Perhaps focus a bit more on showing not telling. Either way, your work is looking good! :3 Keep it up.}

Oh great plan, if you want to get killed, The words drifted through his mind towards the other Sith. There were few enough people out there who could build up a wall to cut off the Fierrerreo when he wanted in their brain. It took him back to Rhissai; she had been one such person. It would have been thrilling to destroy those barriers and found what made her brain so interesting. That’d be a game for another day, though.

The man moved on, though, each footfall bringing him closer to the lumbering beast that stood there ready to tear them from limb to limb if he must. If it seemed as though that would be the game they were going to play, then Silas would make the first move to crack that pretty little shell this beast had. That was when it opened its maw to let out a deafening roar. The tumultuous sound reverberated off the walls as it shook the earth under their feet, the roof above their head, and the entirety of the ancient safe haven for the Sith. Long strands of saliva trailed from white points of razor sharp teeth as the beast’s eye looked at them with malice. It was odd, though, that the beast chose to remain docile while his companion came closer to it. Dust churned in the air while bricks one by one fell from their encasement like leaves from a tree.

They stood there in utter silence as the creature snapped its powerful maws and snarled out of pure rage or perhaps as a challenge. It wanted the creature before it to throw the first punch so that it could have a reason to snap the life from it and lap up the blood from his dying body. In a way this cretin was not too unlike Silas himself for he understood that the fight was the best part and while the spoils afterward might be sweet they would never replace the rush of the kill.

The entirety of this time there had been a certain draw on the Force this Xerron had been devoted to and it seemed like whatever he was doing had tempered the beast. What made him weary was when that beast either stopped listening to him, or when he couldn’t maintain that control on the Force. Quietly he probed with the Force once more, Xerron, I don’t think you should….

Then it snapped, Silas of all people could tell that his mind had taken a step over that line of amnesty. Now the rage took over as the Sith shouted, “Watch out.”

One hand extended in front of him with a clutch of his fingers around the open air he pulled it back as if he’d caught onto something. The Force moved out to snake around Xerron as the older man attempted to pull the younger one back away from the feral beast. He didn’t have enough time to see if it’d worked as he snaked the Force through the fissures in the ceiling like worms crawling in the dirt. Tendrils moved about the cracks and crevices until he had a firm hold on the spot above the creature wherein he extended his fingers. A loud crack reverberated off the walls, the floor and into his ears as he pushed the cracks even further. The beast roared which only hastened his downfall as those stones began to rattle.

Both of his arms pulled downward as he pulled in a large section of the roof upon the beast. Dust flew into the air as shafts of light not fell onto the pile of rubble he had created. It might not kill the damnable creature, but it would leave it incapacitated long enough for the pair of them to figure out what to do next. The Force wouldn’t affect them, however he had a feeling that pulling duracreate on their head might. Silas panted as the dust began to settle and he looked at the other man.

“Next time you decide to do something stupid, feel free to tell me,” He told the other man as he pulled out his other lightsaber. The pale yellow burst to life as he looked at the other man, “Now, how do you want to deal with this mess.”

{You can choose to have him die, or we can continue on as we like, I just thought the place needed a skylight >.> I think it'd be a bit more realistic if he didn't die, but whatever. Have fun! :3}