Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Yoshiro
Direct and to the point, Steph liked him already, well almost liked him, he still was after all, a Jedi. She eyed his lightsaber as he ignited it. Blue? Green was much better, her own saber was green which was strange for a Sith but she had been in possession of her lightsaber since she was at The Jedi Brotherhood.
In her smug grin she didn't show it but she was at a large disadvantage with the sledgehammer. Despite how she carried the hammer like it was nothing the large weapon was no feather on a stick. It was slow and easy to dodge, much unlike a lightsaber, which could cut through the sledgehammer like it was nothing but she did have her neglected lightsaber clipped onto her belt and the knife for emergencies.
Blood was still dripping down into the soil from where she had crafted the new dark marks on her arm. She heaved Sledgy off of her shoulders and stopped grinning, it was time for battle now. She approached the Jedi Knight slowly and carefully wielding her weapon in both hands for better control. There was a brief moment where she looked straight into his eyes, searching for weakness but the eye contact was broken by the hammer flying through the air straight at the Jedi's left air, going in to knock his head clean off but before it got there the sledgehammer swerved and changed direction going downwards, past the face of the Jedi and aiming to crush his right foot.
Halcyon Jedi Knight Overlooked the petals fall from immortality
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(8/2/07 8:23 pm) Reply
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Jumping out of the way, she barely missed the fired ball crash from the heavens above to bring her straight to hell. Dust waved from underneath her landing as immediately she readied herself for more.
"Wow, a sith who gives his opponent the heads up. That is quite polite of you."
A whimsical smile graced her lips, enjoying the freshly starting fight. It was strange- for one should not take pleasure in battle, but yet it invigorated her. A flicker of memory danced in her mind, breaking through her concussion and bringing her a shred of reminiscence. Once she had stood as a gladiator in slavery. Those months abandoned by the Jedi wore on her so much... but yet her soul was still light hearted even if with melancholy undertones. And the battle, once more transported her to those times when it was either kill or be killed out on the battle field.
Though the Master was kind enough to warn her of his attack, she held no such manners. Charging, she brought her lightsaber as if to initially strike his shoulder. But as she reached him, she brought the purple blade in a sudden arc down to hopefully scathe his midsection.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The force wave caught her body, sending her flying backwards and sending whispers among the civilians. They could not clearly perceive her attack- so from the looks of it a Jedi had just struck out against an civilian... exactly how she wished it to appear.
His lightsaber now sprung to life, her eyes a cool and calculating deep blue- though yet did she move to bring her hilt to view.
"If you wish to kill me- do so. Even though I have done nothing against the Jedi nor Naboo. I am but a civilian here, Master Jedi. This is my home."
Mutterings escaped the hordes, as they looked between the two- wondering exactly what threat the Jedi perceived from this young female. A few of the braver took several steps forward as if to come to her aid.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant (Enset/Shakti/etc)
Hayden listened to the increasing heated exchange between Enset and Shakti with a sense of weary fatigue. It wasn't so much that he felt physically tired, but rather [i]mentally[/i] drained by the whole experience. He had been on Coruscant since before the riots had begun, many weeks in preparation and planning, relaying information back to the Council. Though he had always suspected that some great plan was soon to unfold, at the time it had seemed little more than simple reconnaissance, trying to discern whether or not the Sith were playing their usual roles of despots.
The Jedi Knight had been unable to deliver his final report on the mission, but if he had it would have explained how wrong their assumptions had been and how, against all odds, the Sith [i]treasured[/i] Coruscant as one might a child. In the end, for all their madness and blood-shed they were human – or close to it. They had the same passions, the same desires and faults and fears and dreams that any other man or woman had. At their core they were no different to anyone else. Beyond the dark oppression of Korriban, it was possible that the more rationale among them might see sense – and Coruscant was concrete evidence of this!
An undeniable sense of guilt and culpability settled onto the young Jedi's shoulders, and he was drawn away from his thoughts only by the voice of Enset Kallum asking if he was well enough to run. Run, he thought – from what? Clearing his thoughts, his mind cast here and there in search of some threat, some warning from the Force beyond the advancing crowd.
“I can run, I'm fine,” he said, nodding quickly, his eyes lingering for a moment on Shakti and the fire in her eyes before darting on elsewhere.
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(8/2/07 10:32 pm) Reply
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Axelyn was indeed having trouble with the Dark Side spirit. His master had easily dispersed the first one, and in doing so had given Axel the key to defeating him. Yet the young padawan was having difficulty putting it into practice. He tried once again, this time adding a bit of his own frustration into the mix of Empathic Force energies. Using his mind, he forced the thoughts onto the spirit, watching it wail in pain and suffering. Finally, after a few difficult minutes of struggling with the apparition, the spirit disappeared from the battlefield. He was sweating and breathing hard now, and he would welcome a bit of a rest.
But that rest was not in the cards for the Jedi metamorph. As soon as he turned around, he saw Niko battling fiercely with the Sith that Axelyn had previously fought. As of now, everything Axel had thrown at the Sith had had minimal effect. So, in the middle of all the chaos, Axelyn decided that now was the time to test out the new technique that Niko had taught him during his training. He couldn't do too much, because that would exhaust him, but he knew exactly what his limits were.
As the battle raged fiercely around him, he closed his eyes and opened up his body to the Force. He took a deep breath, and could feel the air rush into his lungs. He could feel the oxygen being distributed throughout his body, nourishing his cells. He could feel his molecular bonds being strengthened by the chemicals present in the air. And then...he called on the Force for aid. Slowly, he could feel the additional molecules streaming into his body, creating the extra mass needed for the technique to work. His body began to glow...and then it began to grow. When the effect faded, the Clawdite padawan named Axelyn MenWatha was gone. Instead, he had the appearance of a full grown, brown furred Wookie. His lightsaber flew to his furry hand, the specially designed hilt growing larger as the hidden plates of metal were utilized. As the transformation was complete, he roared and rushed to join the battle between the Sith and Niko. He held the silver energy blade over his head, and then brought it to bear against the Sith. Using all his strength, be brought the saber down, threatening to cleave the Sith in two.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN
Just as he felt as if he was finally gaining the upper hand on the Knight, Jehovah was suddenly distracted. A huge saber bearing Wookiee descended upon him, bringing the silver blade crashing down; the young clawdite had learned a new trick. He reacted the best he could, Force pushing from the teacher and bringing his own weapon up to block the student's. This would have put him in an easily defensible position had the Padawan been in his human form, but the giant beast's strength was too much. Jehovah was forced to the ground, his own red blade burning into his right leg. The wound was not serious, but could prove to be detrimental to the battle.
There he lay, a Jedi monster above him eager to give the killing blow. Telekinesis. Jehovah had been taught much of the subject, learning how to push, pull, and throw his way out of nearly any situation given enough will power. With death looming above him, the apprentice knew there would be no lack in motivation. As the Padawan's lightsaber sliced through the air, Jehovah felt for the grip, reaching to it with his mind. His hand stretched out, his thoughts focusing on one thing: the ignition switch. Just before the blade came across his face, it suddenly disappeared, showering his body with heated ozone. Using the sudden confusion to his advantage, he rolled back, using the momentum to hop to his feet. He stumbled for a moment, his injured leg burdening his landing. In a second, his own lightsaber zipped through the air, once again held firmly in the apprentice's grip.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Shakti, Enset, Hayden and etc.
"SEIZE THE JEDI!!
At this prompting, C'orringath could see that the mob, which was suddenly expressing very anti-Jedi sentiments, would not need very much assistance, nor would it be stopped any time soon. So, like any other old man who was fearing for his life at the hands of a frantic, possibly flesh eating riot, C'orringath hobbled off as fast as he could into the safety of the alleyway. Following in the stead of his companions, he could only hope that the Sith was distracted by both Brayden and Caleb, not to mention Brayden's distraction, to worry about the scurrying senior citizen with one usable eye.
He also hoped that said mob didn't confuse Caleb for the "Jedi" they were after....Still, he managed to play off like he was more concerned with his old body than any body else's new one.
***
He arrived behind the running group just in time to catch the end of the young Sith's and the young Jedi's conversation, which took a turn that left a bad taste in his mouth. C'orringath wished he had been present for the entirety of the talk, but alas, such things were not possible. The master was concerned, not because he felt that the Sith would inherently try to turn and convert the padawan to her way of thinking, but because perhaps she would inadvertently result in his making of a rash decision.
He trusted them both as far as he could, but even though he had been a master for some time, he could still remember the general confusions that came with being a padawan, and the overall loose ground in the understandings of the Force, and the light. Sometimes the Council didn't help as much as one would think, with many strands of Jedi practicing many ideologies, some that were desirable, some that weren't it was difficult for a master or knight to keep their padawan on what they saw as the right path.
In this situation, however, there was a definite danger, a danger that, if it came to pass, was fated, but C'orringath knew that it would be best for him to add his own views to this discussion, for though the Force controlled actions, it could also obey commands when it felt compelled. He turned his disguised head to the Sith.
"...You speak of the "Jedi" like a collective, as a group that is all the same...What a sad galaxy that would be, don't you think, madam? In my experience, while some of the Jedi are very...As you would say, 'dogmatic', and attached to the code, they are not without reason. As we have arrived on this planet in this capacity, do not assume that we are here to oppress. I don't know what experiences you have had with "Jedi", but that is certainly not the norm. And, hehe, the Jedi probably would not jump into a pit of ysalamiri, but it would make for an interesting experience, I'll give you that."
He nodded lightly to the entirety of the group and shot a wry grin;
"...Besides, riots do not get incited unless they spark a particular nerve; I do believe the initial outbreak was against the Sith...Just a thought. It obviously wasn't any sort of majority." the man shrugged.
"In any case, getting off of this planet is probably the best prerogative for this group...Miss.. I dont' know your name, but I trust you. If you truly want us off the planet, then I think it would be in both our interests if- Hello, young master Hayden! It's a pleasure to have you return to us!" his voice was still quiet, like it should have been in such a situation, but it was more joyful since the Jedi had been shown to be okay.
"Anywho...If you want us off the planet, there's probably going to be a few snags along the way. Snags that have to be taken care of, first...."
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban – Axelyn / Jehovah
Niko reached out with his mind toward the Sith’s wounded leg, he could feel the pain nerves giving off their impulses. He could feel the signal traveling up his nervous system to his brain, and as it moved Niko began to intensify the information. The Sith would be in immense pain, far more than the wound normally would have given off. “I have no desire to kill you Sith, and I loathe inflicting more pain on you, but you will not listen unless I get your attention. If you leave this battle now, and return to your academy you will survive, but if you persist I will be forced to inflict great bodily harm on you. There is no shame in retreating now.”
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(8/3/07 5:13 am) Reply
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Maleficus grinned as he felt the change in the Jedi, this planet had a tendancy for unleashing certain hidden things in people. He pushed again, a wider, weaker blast that was aimed to just push him back and frustrate him, build in him the emotions that had been forbidden so long.
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Laughing, Sophia grabbed a spare set of robes that were hanging from the side of a chair that stood in the center of the hull, since Bryan was a boy she let it slide, but if it were their dorm she would scold him for being so dirty. Even though it was his ship she still had to bite her tongue when she saw that the trash had not been taken care of for quite some time.
“Yes, Master Kyp. I’ll be back after I’ve had my shower and cleaned up...though I don’t know how good it will do in...” She paused holding back her laughter as she said it again, “In this...place.” She said as she winked mentally at Bryan.
A small finger traced the button that gave a moan as it was pressed, another sign that the bathing area was not used all that often, inside Sophie spoke in a harsh tone and quipped about boys, making it seem as though they were worse than a Gamorrean who hadn’t bathed for a month and a half.
A slow and careful hand turned on the flood lights that basked the room in their glorious light, a moment of serinity bathed the Padawan before the moment was over she felt something crawl on her leg, looking down she saw Oogie, her pet squirrel. After the tramatic experience of thinking that it was some monster born of the depths of the ship, Sophia started to pick him up, placing him on the robes in which she removed.
"Oogie, stay here! I'm going to take a shower. I'll be right back." She said as she started the shower, she felt the warm water fill the tub, and a bit of steam started to rise. This was goin to be fun.
*******
After the shower, Sophia got out and put her robes on, including Oogie. A swift breathe escaped the Padawan as her hand reached for Oogie, petting him with a calming touch she made her way out of the shower.
As she got back to the main area she looked at Bryan, and spoke in a soft tone.
"Hey, Bryan. Guess who got on the ship!" She paused, Bryan seemed to not even notice her. "Bryan, it was Oogie!" She said as she heard a small laugh come from the other Padawan.
"Oogie, I do not want you to go on the surface of Coruscant, okay?"
She said as she could have sworn he understood her.
OOC: It's Bryan's ship, and I am sorry for the wait! :)
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN
A searing pain replaced the dull throb, forcing Jehovah to his knees. He yelled in agony and found himself unable to return to his feet. Even if it meant his death, he refused to yield to these savages who attacked Korriban. He surpressed his urge of a second scream as he placed his hands on the ground beside him, drawing in all the dark energies he could. His quick breaths turned into calmer, deeper ones, and he slowly worked to control the pain.
During this excruciating battle within, the Knight talked of honor and retreat. Managing a demonic gaze at him, Jehovah spoke loud and clear, his voice amplified by the darkness within. "You know nothing of honor!" He tried to regain his footing, but dropped back to his knees. It was not time, Enraged, he continued his speech, "You come to desecrate our holy land! You bring your self-righteousness and bravado to this Dark Valley, looting it of its sacredness. None of you will make it off this planet, my brethren will see to that."
Suddenly, the apprentice pulled the discblade from his belt and threw it with inhuman accuracy. At the same moment, he made an attempt to rise to his feet, fighting back the pain that engulfed his leg. If the Knight were to dodge the spinning object, he would be forced to relinquish his hold of Jehovah's mind, allowing him enough energy to stand.
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(8/3/07 10:59 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant Underbelly- Tyen
The maintanence tubes were no worse than where she had been. In fact, in any number of ways, they were more pleasant to most. The Sith Master barely seemed to notice the change however from worse to bad, the Force pulsing around her in a very familiar manner.
Jedi.
I don't know why you are so disparaging my dear. It seems, to my humble eyes, as though you and they are not very different.
That is because you know nothing. The differences are ten, no, a hundred fold between the Jedi and the Sith.
Oh no no, my dear boy, you misunderstand me. I recognize the differences between the Jedi and the Sith. What I do not see are the myriad differences between Kith here and the Jedi.
Kith ignored the voices arguing... something she'd had to become very good at. It had been bad enough with just Opethian in her mind, whispering at a constant gait, but now the second, unnamed one chiming in was nearly maddening.
Funny, with two voices in her head most would already call her mad.
The Falcon focused on the sensation ahead of her. She made no move to mask her own aura. By the time she had felt this one, she was certain the Jedi would be aware of her as well. She moved through the darkness without hesitation; the shadows were allies of the Sith Assassin and never did they seem to hide anything from her, instead giving their secrets freely.
Without a thought, she drew the saber that hung on her belt. For the moment, she left the second at the small of her back. Left hand slipped around the familiar handle, the glove that covered the machine parts whispering softly over the metal.
She saw him before he could see her. The fool stood in a shaft of light, blinding him to the farther reaches of the darkness. Molior hugged the shadows, keeping them near until the very last moment. A heartbeat before she would step into the lighted section of the tunnel, she ignited her saber. The snap-hiss and gentle hum, the amber glow threw a nimbus around the sith as she bathed herself in a light of her own making.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant (Orocus / Serapis)
Approaching Sector Seven
Sector one was still without power. Commercial buildings and some private residences were fortunate enough to have backup generators, others were not so lucky. Many took to the streets in rash inconvenienced anger, ready to heed the cry that it was all the fault of the present government. They were quickly being subdued, forced back into their homes with a warning that all would be controlled in time and life as normal would return. Most of the populace simply locked their doors, praying that the riots and looting on the streets wouldn't spill into their homes. Misguided insurrectionists who refused to back down and return to their homes were being exterminated, selectively so and the effect had mass results. It didn't take many public executions before the rioters began to take the hint.
Several low altitude assault transports departed the vicinity of the Sith Temple. They had their orders, to stop the riots and cleanse the presence of any Jedi they encountered. On board one of the transports, Darth Adrasteia clung to the overhead rail, watching the other ships disappear into different darkened areas of the district. Her own was approaching Sector Seven, although they would have to walk down to the sub-level power core to complete their task. With the presence of Orocus and Serapis beside her, the three of them jumped from the transport down onto a landing pad that marked as close as they could get by air.. Without a word, they descended into the darkened levels of Coruscant. In this area though, they had a vague impression of light ahead, they were approaching the edge of the blackout and with it, the means to restore power. Edited by: Lady Razielle at: 8/3/07 12:04 pm
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(8/3/07 12:29 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban: Arumizy / Chloe
" I was going to let you leave this planet alive Jedi. But now i do not think that is an option."
"Aww - until now I didn't think you cared." Metran began his defense, but his bravado didn't mask the fact that Arumizy was a daunting challenge at best, and here he was in his element. Met' was able to sweep off the attacks to his hip and shoulder, but in backing away to avoid the final attack Arumizy's saber cut through the closest emitter on his weapon, turning the lightstaff to a lightsaber with a long handle.
The Force that resided on Korriban was with the Sith, not the Jedi. While Met's sweeps fought to keep Arumizy's weapons at bay, his ability to maintain focus was hindered. He continued to strike in an effort to remove one of Arumizy's hands or at least break a weapon. If something didn't change soon, Met' was going to be in a world of hurt.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Fidelis laughed as he disabled part of the jedi's saber. He had an imidiate advantage now. One a lesser sith would have exploited. He continued deflecting the blows that were coming in until he had a chance to back away. He turned his short saber off and put it on his belt.
" A duel is not always ment to be equal, but i know how to fight with one saber and you do not. So i will equalize it atleast by making it saber on saber".
He charged back in, his saber leading with a groin to head slash. It was a half hearted feint that was ment to leave an opening for the foot that was now heading towards Metran's groin. His left elbow shot out at his nose. Fidelis was a perfect swordsmen with two. But with one he become more of a street fighter then anything. Using his entire body as a weapon against an opponent. Something most force users didn't train themselves for.
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(8/3/07 1:56 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The fact that Arumizy extinguished one weapon impressed Metran - he was polite, if nothing else.
Arumizy's attack was skilled, though not entirely thought out. Met' blocked his saber slash early, creating a tangle of limbs and lightsaber blades that protected his lower regions effectively. It did bring his face forward, but as Arumizy's elbow came towards him older reflexes kicked in. Met's right hand snapped upwards and caught his opponent's elbow inches from his face. With that, Met' turned to look the Sith right in the eyes and smiled.
"Mistake!"
With that his hand jumped away from the Sith's elbow, balling up to a tight fist in a lightning strike towards what was left of Arumizy's nose. The Jedi snapped back promptly, pushing the sabers away and upward while launching a vicious kick to the Sith's closest knee in an effort to buckle it. Finesse was gone: this was a pit-fight, and Met' was an old hand at such conflicts.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Holo-Conference: Silas Beskar
Time was of the essence, Sophie knew. On the other hand, she also understood that protocol had to be respected, especially during delicate negotiations, “Of course...” She told Beskar’s ghostly-blue image, “ ...convene with your commander. Myself and the other Sith will await your reply.”
“As for what you will be doing...” She continued, “At this stage of the game, we merely need some intimidation forces. I have associated with Mandalorians in the past and I am aware of your battle ethics. There will be no attacks on civilian targets. You may be called to defend if the Jedi are foolish enough to open fire on Coruscant, but the Sith believe your added might will discourage them.”
The darkside government on Coruscant was still in its infancy.... The deaths of innocents would do little to bolster the Sith’s reputation. Sophie smiled slightly, “We hope to frighten them off.”
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(8/3/07 2:58 pm) Reply
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She watched as Avicus drew himself into the darkside. The power of meditation was strong and very taxing. He looked as if he were in pain, drawing in so much. His sabers came to life as they circled becoming a big blurry haze. He was seeing something, she could feel it. The sabers deactivated then and went back to thier owner. It took a toll on him and he was not well, she listened as he told of a group of Jedi trying to disrupt the public. Avicus shot out though, and she respected that he needed that time alone.
"We must find them. They must be crushed. I will walk through the city, but without my robes. Those that know who I am, know my affiliation. The robes will only draw more attention." She then chuckled at that statement as she ran a finger through her long pink hair. "Well, just not attention as a Sith." The robe was not a necessity and she discarded it on the chair showing what was underneath.
"Is anyone coming with me?" As she checked to see if both of her sabers were attached to their respective hilts. "I'm going Jedi crushing. Should be fun, if anyone wants to partake in that." Her form strolling out the room and then out of the building. The time was now and she would find these Jedi.
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(8/3/07 3:08 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
He felt her coming long before he saw her light. He didn't need to see her: that would be a distraction, and what he felt was far more revealing.
There was power within her: old and dark, but there was also a cold loneliness - and in that loneliness were voices. She seemed so much more than he was, and yet only a shell of what she could be. He didn't know anything about her, except that she was alone.
"I'm sorry."
Tyen was sorry - he was sorry for her. He was sorry that she was left alone to her own devices, and that those she called allies left her to this. There was no excuse for it: she needed others - she needed help. The Sith weren't careful with their own; thus she was allowed to slip through the cracks and into madness.
Tyen was very sorry, and it was that sorrow that kept him from igniting his own weapon. She was far enough away that he had time if she charged, but he wasn't of a mind to worry about that just yet. Tyen didn't hate the Sith - he didn't hate anybody. Because of that, he simply stood and faced the figure before him: calm and composed.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban – Axelyn/ Jehovah
Niko released the Sith apprentice and dodged his attack “Hold on to your faith in your brethren Sith, for that is all you have. Look at this valley all those that came before you, and see their folly. They all sought power, perfection, and passion and where did it lead them? They all lay here dead, betrayed by their own brethren. The sacredness of this valley is betrayal, paid for in the blood of other Sith. I have no interest in this valley, or this planet. I did not come here to bring death or to die, but to halt the advance of darkness. When I leave here I will leave knowing that for a moment in time while my brothers and I fought and bled on this soil that the Sith could not bring more suffering on others. My pity is for you Sith, because in the end even if you achieve all that you work to achieve, you will never find what you really look for. All you will find is a knife in your back, in the hand of one you call brother.”
Niko readied himself for either the Sith to retreat back to his academy or for his near righteous anger to fuel a renewed attack. Niko didn’t wish to extinguish the life of this Sith, but he had a mission here and wouldn’t allow it to fail. His fellow Jedi were counting on their success, because in the end this attack was more about saving life than ending it.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN
Finally allowed to return to his feet, Jehovah caught the discblade in its return flight, returning it to its place. "You are quick to point out the faults of my ancestors, yet you overlook your own. That is your weakness, Jedi. You are so intent on finding the flaws in others that you fail to see those within your own ranks." The words coming from his mouth were spoken clearly and somewhat slow, the power of the planet making them echo in the heads of his audience. His defense of his brethren invigorated him, awakening the demon within.
The pain in his shoulder was nearly gone, the fire that burned in his leg dispensed by the darkness that rushed into him. "Now, I offer you a chance, Jedi. You ask me to look around, but you seem ignorant of what is happening. Your comrades are falling in every direction. I offer you a chance to surrender. You have fought valiantly, as has your student. Do you choose to die on this battlefield, for the so called greater good, or do you want a chance to live, to be free? The teachings of your Council restrict your strength, when you could be so much more."
Jehovah was lifted into the air as he spoke, rising several inches from the ground. His power was growing, each word strengthening him all the more. His gray eyes turned a shade of red as the evil engulfed his soul.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Steph Hinata
As the Sith moved, Yoshiro watched her eyes carefully. He knew that thebogan, the Dark Side, was a force of deception and so was on guard against any misdirection that she might employ in an effort to defeat him. The sledgehammer rushed towards his head at an alarming speed, causing the monk to flinch backwards – but as he did so there was a change, a whoosh of air. Altering its course, the hammer swung downwards towards his foot. Yoshiro hopped backwards, landing on the balls of his feet, to ensure that he could move again quickly if necessary.
“Why do you hold such darkness in your heart? Why are you so angry?” he asked, as he tried to determine the best way to disarm the girl of her formidable weapon.
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Fidelis felt his knee crack under the force of the kick. Dislocated and painful, if Metran backed away he would have this fight easily. He had to keep the grapple going, he slammed his forehead towards the jedi's nose. His elbow towards his adams apple. He dropped his saber and used his now free hand to send a fist towards his abdomen.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Coruscant - Brayden, Caleb, Corringath
More and more souls poured into the already congested alley. The presence of so many Jedi was impressive. A smirk formed on the pale face of Apparatus. In his mind, he knew that eventually, the mob would discover these unfortunate souls and rip them all apart. There only so many options at Apparatus’s disposal, yet the efficient would be to attract the mob.
The old man continued to plead to the Sith. Though his shaking body is very convincing, there was still some doubts on whether this is an actually citizen or not. His thoughts were confirmed when a third man stood directly in front of Apparatus. As soon as he could feel the presence of this man, Apparatus jumped, unwelcome, into his mind to read his feelings. He could sense that he had some sort of relations with both men that were previously opposing him.
Apparatus remained silent as he observed the second man (Braydon) draw a crimson Lightsaber. The hilt looked remarkably familiar, yet he could not remember the exact owner of this Lightsaber. The man then yelled “Seize the Jedi”. The mechanical Sith could not help but give a little chuckle as the man just sentenced almost all of the souls in the alley to death. Apparatus had noticed earlier that the mob has not expressed a hate for the Jedi exclusively, yet, they have shown a strong hate for Sith as well.
Like a coward, the old man ran from the alley, away from the Sith Lord. Though, he decision is wise as the mob may not notice that the man is old and gray. Soon after his departure, a swarm of angry citizens began to pour into the alley. Obviously, there was no way out for Apparatus, as he is the unlucky one to have both exits to the alley blocked off. One by the Jedi, another by the mob. There would be no way he could fight back both groups, as both came from opposite directions. There was also no reason to doubt that more angry citizens were flooding the other exit as well.
Though, as easy as Apparatus had accepting using the mob to kill the Jedi, and possibly himself as well, he had second thoughts and began to search for an escape route. No way out on foot. Climbing above the mob could have been useful, yet, only the fog kept him from being spotted earlier. Several angry citizens seemed to have been carrying firearms.
Yet, Apparatus took the risk of being shot. Immediately, the Sith Lord disengaged his Lightsaber and leaped onto the ledge of a building. There, he used the power of his mechanical arms and the Force to continue to scale the slick building. Several citizens with firearms saw Apparatus climbing and fired at him. Fortunately for Apparatus, the citizens did not have good accuracy and missed… or so it seemed. After just seconds of climbing, the Sith Warrior reached a window just a couple stories above the ground and smashed it open with a durasteel foot. He then leaped into the window and had only his clothes sliced by the glass shards.
It disappointed him that a duel with the Jedi did not happen. Apparatus removed his torn hood and cape and tossed it out of the window. This gesture taunted the Jedi that may have remained on the ground and begged them to follow Apparatus so that he could duel them as he wished.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"Now's not the time," Kyp said harshly. "Work out what you're doing, do it, and then we'll leave. People are in a war, and every minute we waste could mean another person dead. Merriment is a great thing, but you need to learn seriousness in the right situations."
He sighed. "I'm going to the cockpit - I've done everything that I can do. Bryan, sort out what you can; Sophia, assist. And before you say anything, I'm flying. I don't want you to be caught off-guard by a Sith attack. I can anticipate." He turned from those two, taking a step forwards; and just as she was about to think that he had turned into Alex, he gave half a skip and sent a wave of haste through the Force, along with joy, before stepping into the cockpit itself and working out the controls.
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