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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"Attack is a form of defense,"
“Don't form excuses for your order, especially not ones that are founded on a lie. There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no chaos; there is harmony. There is no death; there is the force. That is your futile and failed code, is it not? Tell me, Jedi, how is it that you can say you follow such a code and yet attack.
For in attacking, you move in anger. Anger is an emotion, which Jedi teach clouds judgement. So how is it-" Mikel stopped, bringing the blade up, barely pushing the blade away from his wrist. It seemed that talking wasn't going to be taking place during this fight, and the Master would have to remain ready for this Jedi's attacks. All the while, though, he tried to think about how the Jedi rationalized attacking. However, his lack of total focus on the battle proved to be a terrible thing.
The lightsaber was blocked almost too late. Heat from the blade burned Mikel's skin and caused a wince to form on his face. Then it was pushed away, and Mikel's defensive position shifted. The Sith slashed from overhead, attempting for what would look like an obvious attack. As it would near the Jedi's skull, though, he would pull back and then stab toward's the Jedi's shoulder. If that failed, he would continue to try tp stab at various places. The shoulders, the neck, and the stomach were all targets that he hoped to strike. And with an actual blade, the blood would flow from the Jedi.
Sith Master Angel of Death Face of Evil
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(8/6/07 5:14 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
"They have blasphemed just like you, they chose their side and they will face the consequences of that choice. This is not my choice to make."
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(8/6/07 5:41 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Ciara wasn't dull and she wouldn't fall for the Jedi's silly antics. "If you feel a connection, why then would the dead attack you? They surely weren't asking you for a dance." Her smart mouth angering her a tad bit more. "Bunnies. Yeah. Sounds like something my little brother Jonny would play with. Not grown up Jedi who are letting nothing but filth escape their lips." The darkness was encompassing and Ciara let every last bit fill her up with the strength she would need.
"I hope you don't have plans. I intend to keep you here for a very long time. Six feet under if I get my way." As she shot forward and slashed mercilessly at her. The blade diagonally going to cut her and swung around as it thrusted forward into her gut.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
"Nowhere with you."
A sly smile swept upon her features as she began to walk away. Would he so dare to stop her? Or wouldhe allow a Sith to walk among them and create her own discord within the populace.
Strike out... show me your anger... show me your power, worm.
For only did power reside in the darkness, all else was but a mere reflection. Would he do so, for the Sith Lordess longed to finally feel his wrath upon her. To finally see the light surcumb within him to the dark, for then she could bring down havoc to his soul.
She could make him no more the worm that stood before her.
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(8/6/07 6:55 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
In one last moment, Stean knew the sith was right. No matter what he did, he could not protect them. He simply wasn't powerfull enough. It made him more mad.
Stean gritted his teeth to stop from what he was feeling. But he couldn't help it. He began to rationalize. It wasn't him, it was The council. they sent these soldiers to there deaths. They knew it was a suicide mission.
Stean let out a bone chilling scream of anger. He let go of all his emotions. They flooded out of him like a river. The ground around him slightly trembled. The Anger made the Ghost in front of Steanaler laugh.
When he had no more strength left to be mad, despair took hold. He dropped his shield and his Vibrosword. He hung his head in defeat.
Bye for now
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(8/6/07 7:30 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Kyp smiled to Sophia. "I think you're ready too. Let's get started." He pulled the sphere to his hand with the Force and, tossing it up into the air, activated it with the Force. He smirked as the repulsorlifts activated and the training remote swivelled.
"When you activate your lightsaber," he started, "the ball will shoot at you. I want you to block the shot. The shots are weak, don't worry, so they will only sting when they hit you - and they won't do any harm to the ship." Of course, there was a chance, but Kyp could fix virtually anything.
"You will fail at first. Don't try to use your eyes to block, but your feelings. It will come to you with time."
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(8/6/07 7:31 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Naboo
Emily decided to stay at home, she didn’t want to be apart of the takeover and it was a good time to be able to think about everything. She was just sitting and relaxing in her quarters when she heard Kamon’s cry for help.
“All Jedi, report to the Defense Center immediately. This is not a drill. We are under attack.”
Jumping up off the couch she sprinted down to the Defense Center. She knew her help was needed because so many jedi had gone away to fight that not many were left to defend there home. Emily was willing to do anything to defend her home.
Sliding to a halt Emily looked to over to Kamon. He seemed to be in charge which was fine with her, Emily had no desire to be in charge. She had always found it better to ask what she could do rather than just go off and do her own thing. They had to work as a group.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Corusant
Sector Seven
Old Towne District
Adrasteia was liking the precision that she was seeing. The rioters were being controlled. Squadrons in the employ of the Sith patrolled the streets, enforcing a curfew for public safety where they could. It seemed that several of the violent groups still on the street were would-be hero's thinking they could drive out the remaining Jedi. Their response time to the threat of invasion was admirable. She knew the eradication of Jedi nemesis would be equally as efficient.
Not everywhere was cleaned up of violence and pandemonium. To get to the older section of the district, where the now obsolete power grid was housed, they had been through much. The three of them, Razielle, Orocus and Serapis had walked without fear down the center of the street. There were fires everywhere. Glass and broken furniture littered the paved walkways, shops had been looted. Homes, businesses and personal property had been demolished. And they walked right through the middle of it not sparing anyone a gaze. Even the most fearsome of the rabble had backed away from them, not meeting their eyes. Razielle could not blame them. Orocus alone was intimidating enough with his lanky stride and burning white gaze. All of the destruction, and for what? The altruistic meddlesome Jedi teaching the Sith a lesson? They had brought brutality and death to the people of Coruscant.
Adrasteia turned once to gaze back in the direction of the Senate. She could tell that Master Fenris had arrived, she could feel him near. To her fellow Sith at her side, she nodded ahead at a steel gated entrance to an older building. That was their way in. As she approached, her violet bladed saber illuminated the darkened street. In a flash she had severed the lock and then kicked in the door.
"In.. Down." She nodded into the building. She followed Orocus and Serapis and explained their task in greater detail as they quickly descended a metal stair.
"The older power grid coupling was disconnected when they installed the newer systems. We have to reconnected it, turn on the system and the power will be drawn from others sectors and routed through this one." Edited by: Lady Razielle at: 8/6/07 8:59 pm
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The other Jedi Apparatus had encountered had not arrived yet, making the task of destroying the Jedi intruders less difficult. There was no way to know the abilities of these Jedi until they fight him. Apparatus remains unsure of the young woman. She had strong amounts of the Dark Side within her, yet she has been with the Jedi for some time. Apparatus would soon find out her loyalties, one way or another.
The Sith Warrior stood his ground when a young man [Enset] approached him. Once Apparatus heard the words from the man’s mouth, his cold, iron hand rose with his crimson Lightsaber. The fiery blade pointed to group of three in front of him. A stern expression could be seen from Apparatus.
Ignoring the old man as he spoke, an invisible serpent began to wrap around the young man’s throat. It’s grip could have been felt by the young man when it began to tighten. The Force choke contracted and began to block precious air to the lungs. In no time, the man would die if there was no interference.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The thing about the blind is that everything is invisible to them.
Reacting to the serpentine figment, Enset stepped back into a full combat stance, arms held high and open over his shoulders, loosely balled into fists. Out from them grew what was either a pair of sharp-looking wings or rather sizable talons--though the particular image was lost to those without a lifetime's worth of training in using the Force to see. Stepping to one side, the representation of Enset's thaumaturgy swiped downwards, slashing at the snakelike figure as Enset himself got off the line of the attack. The striking was weak, belying his pre-knight status in the Order, but it was precise, and could certainly be felt at the snake's origin.
"Please do not do that," Enset said with intensity and concentration, but not anger. "I do not wish to engage you in combat. We are merely looking to leave." He swayed slowly back and forth on his legs as he stood his ground, the points of his metaphysical weapons lethargically billowing in a wind that did not exist.
((Also, Enset is hardly young, at 42.))
Edited by: Enset Kallun at: 8/6/07 10:35 pm
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The words were out of Shakti's mouth as soon as the thought formed in her mind. "Are you a moron?"
Who the hell did he think he was, this mechanical wonder? Shakti restrained the urge to spit on the catwalk at her feet. If there was one thing that set her off, it was people getting in the way of perfectly reasonable and plausible plans, people getting in her way.
"Listen to me. I don't know who the f@#$ you are, but the two of us can't take all these Jedi. You know as well as I do that we're seriously outnumbered. However, if you had attempted to understand the situation before sticking your nose into it, you'd realize that they're retreating. Until you got here, I was going to get them off-planet and out of our way. I was going to get them out of this stupid fight and then we'd only have to deal with the Jedi too f@#$ing stupid or too f@#$ing brainwashed to give up and go home." It occurred to Shakti that depending on what sort of Sith this man was--and he was starting to look like the kind that annoyed her--he might simply attack her for being cheeky. Fine. So be it."But no. No. You can't let me do this the easy way! You have to come in with your lightsaber swinging and your sinister intimidating bullshit starting a fight for no reason."
Standing and railing at everyone in sight was bringing a tide of rage that threatened to drag Shakti back into its depths. This could have been easy and efficient, and this idiot was meddling with his own side! An abandoned bottle resting against a catwalk rail some distance away shattered and the sound alerted Shakti that she was starting to get out of control. "Listen to me. This is retarded. Would you please, for the sake of getting rid of the invaders efficiently, just go pick a fight somewhere else where you'll be doing something useful?"
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant ~ Caleb and The Gang
"I did."
He offered no further insight, though his pace quickened as they rounded the next corner and continued to where the others now stood. He almost immediately felt the returned presence of the Sith that had retreated earlier, along with the others they had helped escape.
His eyes scanned across the group, and a wary gaze eventually fell not on the Sith, but on Corringath.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The defending forces were very quick to respond. It was surprising that such a tranquil world in appearance could be so well equipped for an assault, even when the bulk of its force was away. The bombardment continued and The Formosus just seemed to loom above Theed, circling in a wide arc above the civilians’ heads as the half-hearted assault continued. It was most important that the population felt afraid, and so the rippling bubble that shielded the buildings was a pleasant sight for Darth Monnik.
“Your orders are clear?” Domovoi ensured and the captain nodded: “Yes, my lord.”
The ship slowly descended, testing the water as it went. The great mass of metal came closer to the surface, ominous and silent as its attack ceased. Suddenly, when she reached a certain point, the surface returned fire. Immediately the effect on the shield was apparent, and The Formosus opened fire again in response. It was sluggish at first, such a broad ship recoiling from a sting as an animal might, but retreated from range again, leaving behind another explosive payload. Its hyperdrive engines began once again to power up. It was leaving.
The seed was sown, however. In the short time pocket that it had been in range, three pods were deployed from the Star Destroyer. They soared through the air, free-falling the great distance, then crashing into one building. It was empty, its occupants having already left to seek shelter from the enemy military presence.
From the three small pods stepped three figures. Darth Monnik was one and he gestured to the other two before departing without a word. It was easy to slip from sight amidst the confusion and Domovoi made his way quickly towards the temple of Jedi. He made no effort to disguise his signature as he moved closer at a brisk pace. Any Jedi would wanted to find him would have no trouble, even with the enemy presence still looming overhead.
Lord Erebos slowed his pace when he came into sight of the temple. He presented himself clearly at the base of the steps leading up to the temple’s front entrance. It was a clear and direct challenge to those within, and he had every intention of entering to make a massacre of the students within if the Jedi proved themselves incapable of defence. Overhead there was a booming noise as the engines of The Formosus engaged, and the ship shot out of the sky as though it had never appeared.
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(8/7/07 4:16 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Maleficus smiled a little and the ghost moved away, sensing defeat in the Jedi.
"There is no need for your friends to die today, you can save them if you can encourage them to surrender. The fight will end and they will survive the night."
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant ~ Governor's residence
It seemed that things were handled well. Lord Thanatos had left the Senate Hall and its management to Sophie and her retinue for the time being, finding himself a spare bantha there. That didn't bother Maize so much; there were other things he had to do, to check in on now that the major crisis seemed averted.
Virgil waited at the residence, his calm undisturbed in spite of the chaos. "My lord, we're glad to find you well."
"The worst I suffered was a slap to the cheek," Maize said wryly as Virgil kept his quick pace through the marble corridors.
Virgil's lip twitched. "The Lady Wayne is on Coruscant now?" he dared ask.
Maize laughed. "No, Mistress Maurow. Long story. Look, do you have any idea where Shakti is?"
"Out, my Lord. She felt it prudent to repel the Jedi herself."
He'd thought as much. Impressive, and that makes it all the more fitting what I intend to do then...
"Thank you, Virgil. I'll be in touch if I need anything. For now, I need to reach Shakti..."
The men parted ways, Maize heading once again to the rooftop of the structures in his domain. The Sith Master gazed out at his city-planet, reaching into the Force to try and locate his apprentice.
//Shakti... when you're available, come back to the residence...// he sent.
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(8/7/07 10:54 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
“Yes, let’s go but we should take the Phoenix. Daddy after all didn’t even know I was on the ship to begin with. He can find a different ship to take home. Come on I’ll fly.”
Chloe grabbed his hand and tried to pull him to the Phoenix. She wanted off this planet now and she had no problem taking her father’s ship.
Yoshiro twisted his lightsaber into a reverse-grip as his opponent charge, wielding her sledgehammer as if it were part of a siege engine. He waited until she was drawing near to him and, hoping that her momentum would prevent her from stopping, propelled himself into the air with the aide of the Force. He made a graceful turn mid-air, landing so that he was still facing the Sith Knight.
“There is a time and place for anger, but it should not be what drives you. Such emotions only cloud the mind.”
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban : Chloe
Steal a Jedi Master's ship? Metran looked about and considered the forces closing in on them.
He'll understand - or hopefully at least forgive.
With one final sweep and a force-push to clear the area, Met' accepted Chloe's lead up to a point. "The storm about us is still pretty heavy. I should fly - I've probably clocked a few more hours under harsh conditions than you."
Closing the ramp, he charged to the cockpit and fired the engines. The wind was brutal and threatened to kick the vessel about, yet Metran had more than enough experience dealing with such things and thankfully this ship wasn't as light as his Delta. Within minutes they were in high atmosphere and stabilizing, at which point Metran backed off and turned to Chloe.
"Sorry about being so pushy - I just didn't want to see us blown over. Still: it's your daddy's ship, if either of us should really be in the pilot's chair it should be you." Metran backed away to clear the path for Chloe. All they needed was a little luck and they would be out of there. At least now he was back in familiar territory - looking after scamps.
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The hull of the pod rocked and swayed as the gyrostabilizers fought against the angle of the drop and the currents of the wind to secure a clean landing for the sake of its precious cargo. Through the layers of flexi-steel, piping and electrical equipment, a Sith Knight brooded; like the seed inside a falling spidervine shell, waiting to be hatched so that it could strangle the life out of everything within reach. The heat inside the pod would have been unbearable for a normal human being, but Darth Scyla was no such thing. She was amongst a fortunate few, the genetic elite, who the galaxy had seen fit to grant a rich connection to its very essence to do with as she pleased. Such a blessing ensured that a thing as trivial as humid temperatures were only minor annoyances. The Sith were strong.
In the areas of her mind that were as dark as night, Scyla contemplated the next few hours and the tasks she had already committed herself to. Her current liege for this voyage onto Jedi soil, Darth Monnik, served as a guiding helm for her actions, for his demands gave her a structure to work in. The largest threat to their presence was of course the Jedi, as the miscreants had claimed the tranquil jewel of Naboo as their seat of power within the galaxy; feeble though that power was.
Still, if all went smoothly today, then not even the Jedi would foresee the darkness of Scyla’s desire given terrible form. That was her other goal in mind; a more, personal goal as it where. The scheming Knight still had to obtain permission and resources from The Sith Council, but she was positive that once they saw the potential for what she had planned, they’d beg her to fulfill her dark dream.
‘Through victory, my chains are broken’
The ancient line that Scyla muttered had meaning beyond a single definition. It was both subjective and objective, for it had truth and it had personal interpretation and interaction, which accumulated into personal application. Such was a lesson many fools amongst the Sith Order overlooked, or were incapable of comprehending.
A green flashing light abruptly killed Scylas train of thought, her mind being pulled back into the present as the outside atmosphere rushed into her pod as soon as the access hatch flew open. Compared to the humidity within her engine-less, metal transport, the fresh air was freezing, and its cold touch kissed the very beads of sweat that glistened upon her pale brow; sending disturbingly human ripples of sensation through her skin.
Her eerie eyes squinted and her lips curled into a snarl.
Naboo.
It was so…fresh.
Having emerged, the lone Sith felt the caress of the wind through her silvery hair as a natural welcome from a planet that prized itself on a lush, peaceful atmosphere. But peace was a lie, every intelligent Sith knew that.
For some time, Darth Scyla had been removed from the Sith sect, having ventured into a self-imposed exile that was better defined as a personal Sabbath, that stretched the period of a year. During such a time, she had explored areas of the galaxy she had never known existed, thanks in part to the knowledge she had gained from studying in the Sith archives; a place seldom visited by the more lowbrow amongst her organizations number.
It was the content of her pilgrimage that had inspire the ambitious young woman to formulated a scheme that would assist in her own private goals. Goals of Order, and Unity. From the blackest areas within her skull, a project had begun to form that would have been blasphemous to Jedi, but potent to Sith. It was the genesis of this project that had lead the young Sith here, with Darth Monnik, to Naboo, where she would find a thing of great importance.
Scyla barely felt the cobbled stone streets through the thick soles of her heavy boots as she stepped forth from her metal cocoon, her red cape billowing off to her left in the strengthening breeze. She liked her cape. The color of blood with trimmings the shade of a Dathomir night sky. It contrasted well with her black clothing and white hair, the later a result of her downward spiral into the dark side. She had had golden locks once, the envy of women planets over...not anymore.
Darth Monnik was nearby, she could feel him as a pinprick on the back of her neck, but his goals lay elsewhere within Theed; in a place that Scyla had no desire to be near.
However, time was of the essence.
A small, metal pod just landing within the streets of Theed wasn’t exactly the most conspicuous infiltration possible, and though many citizens would have escaped already to pre-designated safety zones in the face of a possible Sith attack, there would always be some around; sticking their noses into other Sith's business where it didnt belong. Being spotted wouldn’t be nice; a lot of people would die if she was seen.
The Theed zoo was her destination, so she let darkness guide her.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
C'orringath couldn't help but smirk lightly at Enset's strained, but successful defense against the Sith master's own invasive attack. The master had thought to intervene on the padawan's behalf, but knew, on some level, that it would have been unnecessary, and thus kept his contribution at bay. Still, C'orringath found Enset's particular method of defense most interesting, especially the manifestation of Force energy, even invisible energy, into consciously produced, some would say thematically appropriate, shapes. Under his old-man disguise, C'orringath couldn't help but smirk. Unfortunately, this smirk was only one of appreciation for the padawan's methods, and did not reflect C'orringath's inner spirit, which was, quite frankly, a muddle.
The words of the Sith apprentice began to form and congeal inside his mind, creating an interesting interaction with his own system of beliefs. C'orringath was too experienced with the Jedi and their code to be completely shell-shocked like some would have been, he knew that such differences could occur between the Jedi, but he also had too much faith in himself to consider that maybe the Order was right in this case. Well, he certainly considered that, but as far as he knew, and thus, as far as the Council knew, there seemed to be very little reason for the Jedi to be here. Still...If there hadn't been a reason, C'orringath wouldn't have come to the planet...
Perhaps...We were wrong....
That was his original notion, that they had been incorrect in their assumption. The Sith were, in fact, running the planet well, they were, in fact, not creating a dictatorship, not creating a faulty government on Coruscant to serve themselves, at least, that was how it seemed. Could they have some other nefarious plot? If they did, would it matter on Coruscant? Perhaps...But probably not. No, most likely not. The Jedi would need obvious proof, C'orringath would need obvious proof if there was to be such a reaction against the Sith; C'orringath realized that he had none. The Jedi had none. Then, there was an epiphany. C'orringath's task, his new mission, was obvious if he was to preserve the integrity of the Jedi on Coruscant.
Instantly, C'orringath could feel them all, the Jedi padawan, the knight, the female Sith, and the threatening Sith master...But none of them caught his attention like the two Jedi that were coming their way...They would be part of his new directive. To preserve the means of the Council, they would need to get off of the planet, but these were different than those behind him. While Hayden and Enset wished to get off of the planet, Brayden and Caleb, they were hear to fight, and that was not right, not now, not for this battle. This would mean getting rid of the Sith, too...At least the master in front of them, if nothing else. That battle could be dangerous, and could cost the lives of others... There was only one way.
Quieting his spirit, he turned towards Shakti and gave her a light smile.
"You have much anger in you, but your intentions are just...Please get my comrades off of this planet, I have other matters to attend to."
Nodding to the trio, he smiled again before discarding his cane and his disguise, revealing his true face.
"...I am C'orringath Ven'traas, and it was a pleasure." he turned to Mason.
"Now, as you know both the Jedi and the Sith occupy this planet, causing chaos and destruction in their wake..." he withdrew a canted hilt lightsaber and activated the amber blade.
"...And only one can remain for true peace...As for that, I personally choose..."
In a burst of speed, C'orringath blurred forward through the alley, towards Mason, saber bared, ready to strike...Then he shifted, the blurred body sped past the Sith master in an ease of motion not unlike running water, until the form of Jedi Master C'orringath Ven'traas reappeared...
Right beside fellow master Brayden Xykarn. Without hesitation, the amber blade shot forward and aimed a stab right for the left ribcage of the Jedi master, its intentions clear.
"...I choose the Sith."
"Emily.. good. You can help very much. One second, though."
Focusing back on the screen that showed him what was going on, he saw the enemy destroyer lower down towards the planet. Immediately he ordered the MAS-2xB's to open fire on the enemy ship, sending their massive turbolaser blasts at the shields of the ship. He grinned with slight satisfaction as the blasts impacted, watching and hoping that maybe they would do some damage. Then he watched the ship launch three pods and then depart.
"Alright, Emily.. follow me."
Walking from the defense center, he stepped into the hallway which was almost completely deserted. Right then he wished that some of the other Jedi were still there, but they were all busy with their own fights. Suddenly, when they entered the great hall, he stopped and felt out with the Force for a moment, feeling what was going on around them and determining a few different things.
"I feel two Sith. One of them is approaching the temple, the other one is elsewhere. I want you to seek out the second on, Emily. Stop him or her, keep them at bay. If possible, capture is always a good option. I'm going to deal with the one that's coming here."
He smiled and clasped her shoulder slightly.
"Good luck, and may the Force be with you."
Walking away from her, he moved slowly towards the front entrance and the stairs beyond. Lightsaber hilts lept into his hand with a gentle nudge from the Force as he pulled the hood of his cloak up to hide his face from view. Hiding his signature in the Force, he stepped into the shadows of a pillar where he could watch, but not be seen by the Sith that was approaching. It was there that he waited, there that he prepared for battle.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Midnight
Peiori laughed raucously as the Jedi knight hopped, in a sort of frantic, yet controlled fashion, out of the way of the earthbound chunk of flaming death. Even though the bit of fiery debris had missed, and the Jedi was very much alive, Peiori retained pleasure in the fact that she had to jump aside as she did, and the fact that watching the Korriban sand spring to life as a result of the influences of chaos (as much as chaos is represented in a flaming ball of death), so he was still rather pleased with himself. Calming down as the Jedi expressed her surprise at his generosity, Peiori wiped what might have been a tear from his eye and faced the female Jedi again. Incidentally, not a single grain of sand had touched his body.
"Oh, about that...To be honest, I was disappointed. Normally, at such advice your kind get all preachy and proud with their "No you vile, evil thing! I shall vanquish thee!!" talk..hehehe, I was hoping you would be the same, and then my job would be a bit easier, but I digress."
As the Jedi came at him, Peiori stood deathly still for a number of heartbeats; one...two...And then, when the blade was just about to impact with his shoulder, Peiori spun away wildly from the Jedi's assault. Rotating and sidestepping simultaneously, Peiori whirled around the Jedi's body, hoping to complete a complete turn around while also working his way to her back. When he arrived at what should have been his original destination, the master launched a powerful, but concentrated burst of Force energy from his left hand. Peiori hoped, rather strongly, that this attack would succeed in seriously hurting her spinal chord or back, making this much more interesting, for him, at least.
Still, he remembered her smile from before he had attacked. This was definitely a different sort of Jedi than what he was used to, but variety was the spice of life after all, a spice that Peiori found, mixed well with the flesh of any Jedi....
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The blast sent her reeling forward, causing her back to feel like hellfire crawled underneath her skin, but despite the torture she clenched her teeth to strike back in words - in her own kind of defiance.
"Surprising you say such..." Gritting her teeth in pain, she smiled again as if partaking in normal conversation. "...since normally Sith are a bunch of crybabies - 'Poor me, you Jedi try to restrain us. All we want is passion - to love, to feel.' If I had to stand through another one of those speeches..."
Her hand grated upon the rocky surface, aiding her in standing to her feet once more to look at the demented Master. A smirk turned her lips, knowing she was far his inferior in terms of Force power, but hell if she would let this battle break her mind.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN Niko & Axel
The invisible hand that pushed him was strong and powerful, hurling Jehovah several feet before causing him to crash hard onto the rocky ground. This was unlike any Jedi energies he had encountered before; this Knight was using the darkside to enhance his abilities.
His leg screamed as he rose to his feet, threatening to give any moment. Blood trickled down the side of his head, a reminder of the unforgiving Korriban surface. "It seems you have found it," Jehovah taunted, forcing an evil smile. "That is just a taste of the limitless power that could be yours!"
The apprentice held his injured body steady as he walked menacingly toward the Jedi. His lightsaber was no longer activated and had already been attached back to his belt. Jehovah stopped just feet away, lifting his hands in front of him. "I ask you to join me, brother."
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The anger rose again, and for a second, just for a second, almost took up her offer. But as he really looked at himself, there was no true way to win. He was too old. At 150 years, Mak knew the time was gone where he was able to keep up in a battle.
Putting his lightsabers away, he glanced at Sky, remembering the young woman who had once been what he was. A Jedi, who had followed the Dark Side too closely, and fell into the black pools of Chaos once more.
Chaos...
"You might be the better in dueling with lightsabers, that is true. But we wouldn't want to go back to where dear Malice is, would we, Sky? Imagine spending an eternity back in Chaos again."
"Or how about I send you, once and for all, to GFP? It stands for Galactic Federal Prison. It's an interdimensional prison, where I'm the warden and your the slave. Take your pick, Sky."
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