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This turn of events was shocking, yet Apparatus could not just stand there. No matter if this man is a Jedi… or was; he was now an ally. The Sith Lord observed the Jedi [Brayden] fade away. His soul on the edge of death, not much could help the Jedi at this point. Apparatus could feel his pain and knew that it was real. Apparatus could then feel the building anger in the second Jedi Master [Caleb]. The Sith Lord simply smirked as he felt the want for revenge continue to form inside him.
C’orringath’s rant was clear, he was no longer a servant to the Jedi, yet he served only the Force and galactic peace. Apparatus could then feel the feeling of revenge fade in one of the Jedi’s heart [Caleb]. The Sith Lord approached the Jedi Master with his Lightsaber at hand. Fire was seen in his eyes and those eyes penetrated the mind of the Jedi.
“He ended your friend’s life without hesitation,” spoke a voice from Caleb’s own mind, “He will surely end yours without question. He betrayed the Jedi; he betrayed you and your friend. Can there really be a law for such… betrayal? Even if there is… you know it can only be death. Why postpone justice? You know what to do.”
Apparatus did not attack either Jedi, he simply stood several feet from them and observed their quarrel.
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(8/10/07 12:38 am) Reply
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Peiori nodded, his moth still creased in a warped smile that had taken hold since the beginning of this battle with the Jedi. Both of them were most interesting, as they were both, in a sense, nonconventional. She was a Jedi who was not filled with the nonsense of their dogma and tradition, but polluted by their light, and he was Sith who had no delusions about what a Sith actually was, and what the true call of the Dark Side was to those that would seek to dominate and control its power, along with that of the universe. If they had been put into different stations, with slightly different dispositions than they possessed now, Peiori might have respected her.
Then again, probably not. Still, he managed an easygoing chuckle.
"Hehe, yes, I agree. This is very preferable...But not as preferable as seeing you dead, hehehahahaha!!! But we all ahve our flaws, no? Mine's a slight desire to see a great number of beings dead; it happens, right?"
He let out another spiel of raucous laughter and turned a pulsing, blood-red eye to the Jedi;
"Now come on Jedi, are you just going to stand around all day and wait for something? Please, I thought you had more spunk than that! Suppose I was wrong..."
Peiori sighed again with a sight laugh; my! He had the case of the chuckles! Still, he would let this Jedi come to him if she wished it, that would make this oh so much more interesting and unconventional that he felt he had to give it a whirl...Again, he noted that there was more to this Jedi than met the eye.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Caleb and the Gang...
C'orringath knew from hearsay that Caleb Torran was meant to be a very fierce and powerful swordsman, a Jedi whose skills with the lightsaber were unrivaled and unmatched among the Jedi Council. So far, the hearsay appeared to be correct. From that single slash, aimed carefully and precisely at his wrist, C'orringath could glean much from Caleb's way with a saber, from the energy he projected when he used a saber, to the method by which he attacked, to even his very spirit while he was attacking.
In this case, Caleb was in all the right places, with all of the right methods. His attack, though partially fueled by the emotions he felt when he attempted to fight C'orringath the first time, was now more focused and concentrated, and the center of the attack, C'orringath's wrist, was a much more Jedi-like target than his previous hope.
Still, C'orringath was prepared for such a conservative attack, and acted accordingly. Just as Caleb had been able to focus and bring his mind and body in sync with C'orringath, so was C'orringath able to delve in to what he knew of the Force, and speed himself up even more. He could feel it now, on the edge of his mind, slowly encroaching upon him, blotting him as it once had; the Dark Side had felt and understood his aggression, his anger, his pain, and had once again found a conduit in his sprit, something that would either aid C'orringath, or destroy him. Based on th euphoria he was feeling, the aid seemed like it would be coming soon.
However, C'orringath did not dip into the darkness yet, though it called to him. Rather, he used his wrist, in the ways of the older dueling Jedi of lore, and moved both with and against Caleb's attack. The movements were small and quick, but made in just the right frame of time and with the right amount of force. Curling his wrist, making his blade go at a diagonal towards the ground, C'orringath rotated his blade in a circle, locking it with the knight's blade on the sides, and then spun his blade in a small circle, hoping to knock Caleb's blade away from his body. With the Jedi exposed, C'orringath would be quick, he would be merciless, and for a brief second, he would attempt to disable the Jedi by performing a quick, but painful assault on his lungs and heart, squeezing them just long enough to cause pain that, though it wouldn't last long in his nere memory, would be enough to take the fight out of most combatants.
Then again, C'orringath knew that Caleb Torran was not like most combatants....
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Chaos. But no longer did Brayden suffer among the souls of the dead.
Eyes now in heated rage turned to Mak, knowing that the treachery of the Jedi had deceived her. Brayden had not died, it was deception by the worm in order to lead her willing away from Naboo. He had feigned her love's death, using her worst fears to lead her to her own.
"You shall suffer."
Whispered with a calm severity, as she reached out physically to finish what she had begun through the Force on Naboo. To choke the life from the Master Jedi, condemning him to where he would fiddle no longer. If he so desired Chaos, it was where he would remain.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant (Enset, Shakti)
Escorted into the disheveled remains of what had once been a small shop, Hayden was silent. He paced without direction into the darkened depths of the store and sunk into a wicker armchair with an old, moth-bitten cushion. His young face was... impassive, unreadable. Anxiety prickled around his consciousness in minute flares, rising and falling, igniting old and new worries alike. Something profoundly wrong had happened, something that had shaken him more than this whole affair had. It felt like the Force was crying out in disbelief, unwilling to accept or adjust to the actions of the Jedi. The balance that they strove to uphold had been shifted too far in one direction. With the actions of the Jedi Master's they had just made an escape from, the equilibrium had been disturbed.
“I...”
Hayden began, but he didn't know what to say. He looked up through the murk at Enset and Shakti, still linger in the doorway, eager to leave. The time for action seemed to have passed and he had failed to grasp control of the situation. Part of him wondered if it would have been possible to take it, even if he had tried – but that he had not tried was enough to make him doubt himself. At last he managed something, words forming awkwardly.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Avicus/Sophia
The helicopter was making it's way quickly to the destination. A group of Jedi seeming to be in a middle of a conflict between themselves. For two of their own order were ready to fight the other. This would be most amusing to watch, but her latest companion was ready to wander off. He stood up and she felt as his lips brushed against her hand. The roughness of his chin scraping her arm, she looked up and he was already on his way out. There was something she had meant to tell him, something that couldn't wait. The Mistress turned to the soldiers, "protect the perimeter. I have matters to attend to." As her form slipped out of the helicopter.
Her pink blade at her side, still unlit. She walked on to where she felt his presence. Eyes now watching on as he cornered his prey, the two Jedi helpless to him. Emotions running high and she just sat back and watched the kill. So gruesome, so evil it heightened her sensual spirit. Her lips became a little wetter as she bit upon her bottom lip. His power had definitely taken a turn for the better in the past time here at the Council. She couldn't help herself and had to do it now, for he had to know what kind of power he possessed.
Even as the lowly Jedi padawan was speaking to him, she crept up behind him, whispering. "You left me so early, I don't mean harm in interrupting your dealing here with the Jedi. I just need to tell you something." Her lips moving from his ear, letting them trace down his neck to place a couple of kisses. Now her head moved back up as he could feel her warm breath against his ear. Eyes and senses still keeping watch over the padawan.
Rachel's voice audible enough for only the two of them to hear. "Darth Sennou, before I go over to the Jedi that are making a mockery of themselves, I want to tell you that your abilities in the force have greatly expanded and become more proficient since Raven had granted you to the rank of Knight." Placing another kiss upon his ear, "The council has convened and Darth... well Avicus. From now on, your rank shall be known as a Sith Master."
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(8/10/07 11:46 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant
Lights swarmed overhead. Searching beams swept through the darkness, luminous fingers of light that struck accusingly into the dark, in search of anyone or thing that was somewhere it should not be. The bright pool passed over Fenris for a moment and then he was gone, moving faster than the spotlight could travel. He had seen something ahead, something that the 'copter had not yet spotted. A group of men, talking in harsh whispers, were crowded around a fallen body. With no more than a glance the Sith Master recognized it as the corpse of one of the Sith soldiers, his armor scorched but otherwise intact. The civilians were eying him with a mixture of pride and fear, as they wondered what they could pillage from the body. One man knelt beside the fallen warrior and reached out a hand towards the mask he was, a silver helm.
“YEEEARGH!”
A startled yelp burst from his lips, as he felt his body seize rigid. If he could have blinked, it would have taken no more time than that for his entire being to rise into the air. The sensation was unlike anything he could describe, a complete and utter sense of helplessness, unable to move or manipulate any part of his body. His companions gasped, each of them reading the weapons they carried. Some had blasters, others had chosen – or been forced to settle for – something more primitive; swords and axes. As one, they looked towards Fenris and as one, they would die.
There was an audible crack as the spine of the first man broke in two. His limp body crashed backwards, into the arms of two of his allies. They gave cries of their own and began firing wildly into the night. Fenris swept both palms upwards and their rifles upturned, spitting uncontrollably into the air. They stumbled off balance, the kick-back too violent. The melee fighters surged forwards, uttering the most fearsome battle cry they could muster. The first of them came at Fenris with a sword. He seized the mans shoulder, popping it out of place in one pushed, and disarming him in another fluid motion. The blade torn from his hands was then thrust upwards into his ribcage, spilling forth dark blood from his lips.
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(8/10/07 1:35 pm) Reply
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Which would he focus on more? The Jedi with the purple blade or the Sith Mistress with the soft lips? Yellow eyes closed as Rach's kisses and breaths touched his neck. The conflict within Sophia, the affection of Rach. A lesser man wouldn't have been able to handle the pressure. If there was always one thing that Avicus prided himself on...
It was the fact that he always found himself to be above the standards.
His free hand traversed through pink hair as he listened to the padawan as she approached. How could he possibly focus on the Jedi Code after the Sith Mistress granted him the rank of Sith Master? Yellow eyes shot open at this, her words catching him off gaurd. Shock was soon replaced with honor. Grace overtook his form.
His attention then moved to the Jedi that held the blade in front of him at striking distance. Sennou never moved his blade, always kept it off to the side. The Sith Master smirked to her. "An eye for an eye will make the Galaxy go blind. You speak truth. Under better circumstances, I would love to discuss philosophies between the light and the dark..." As he spoke, Bryan's bloody lightsaber lifted from the hunk of meat that used to be the padawan, and drifted to Sophia.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken..." The Code of the Sith. Those words were his lifeblood. Just as Sophia found peace within the Code of the Jedi, Avicus found passion in his own code. Every time he spoke it, thought it, whispered it, he felt alive.
"The Force shall set me free."
The lightsaber hilt dangled in front of Sophia's face. At any moment, he could've activated the blade and sent the plasma through her face. "You know nothing of what I want and what I desire, Jedi." he hissed. "Take what's left of your friend, and keep his lightsaber. Leave this planet, and never return. I will not give you the sweet release of death that you wish for. Instead, I will see to it that you leave this planet alive. I leave you to your conscience, your own inner darkness." His first act as Sith Master.
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As he felt the familiar sensation of being choked to death, he was not able to reach for his lightsabers this time. Even as he moved his hands, there was no chance to defend himself in this manner.
"Yo... you are no... not going to get... get away with this, Sky."
But as he tried to talk, there was a sensation in his body. He felt light, as if he could slither on clouds. What power or trick Sky was using, Mak had never heard of. But as he saw her face, it didn't seem different. Did she really know?
"Sky, whatever you are doing, I would stop it, before something else happens."
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(8/10/07 2:33 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban – Axelyn / Jehovah
As the dark energy approached, like before the Sith spirit came up and consumed it all. Nourishing itself with the energy it would need to survive and remain hidden from Niko’s attempts to remove it, it burrowed down deep again to remain hidden and whisper it dark intentions. The Sith spirit remained silent content in knowing its host was safe, and that it could wait for its moment to strike.
Ignoring the spirit for now Niko focused all his attention on the Sith, “I will not kill you, instead I will give you a lesson in tactics. The Jedi are not interested in claiming this planet, we never were and never will be. It is a dark nexus, and if a Jedi remains here to long they risk being corrupted by it. There are no innocence to be saved here, all that is here are Sith. That is what we came for, not to bring death, not to die, not even to destroy the Sith. We are not striking in anger, we are holding back the storm, turning its attention, and it is already too late for it to turn back. No matter what you do, my mission here has already succeeded.”
Deactivating his lightsaber Niko turned to Axelyn, “A lesson for you as well. I’m going to leave this Sith to you. His life is literally yours to decide to do with what you will. Be mindful of your feelings and decide what you are going to do, and remember the choice will affect you as much as him.”
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant: Hayden and Enset
Shakti's expression hardened for a moment, but with a shrug she let the tension fall away. "Don't worry about it," she said. She took a step outside the door and turned to address the two she was leaving behind. "Just get off our planet."
With that, she shut it and walked away, hands stuffed in her pockets. She was headed back to the library, hoping to grab the speederbike she'd taken there. Her master had called her, and he wouldn't have done it if there wasn't a good reason.
What was she going to tell him? If word got back to him that she'd spent the afternoon saving a couple of Jedi, there was a good chance he'd question her motivations. But then again... just how merciful was she really being?
Mercy is when you can cause suffering and choose not to. There was nothing I could have done, she thought with a frustrated hffing noise. There was no other way for me to get all of those Jedi out of our hair. Them turning on each other... I can't claim credit for it, but it's hardly a bad thing. The situation had been messier than she'd hoped, but Shakti supposed her work was done. While it might have been prudent to decapitate a couple of Jedi for the sake of keeping up appearances for Maize's household... Shakti still couldn't find an excuse for it in her mind.
Deeper still part of her was disappointed. Shakti herself had wanted to walk out into the streets and shed blood in defense of this planet. Coruscant had sheltered her so far, and she owed it and Maize that much. Still...
Shakti might have taken comfort in knowing that her own ambivalence was a confusion to more than the young woman herself. Among normal people she was not known for her restraint, but on a world of angry Sith even Shakti's meagre self-control had set her apart. If Shakti knew that by her very existence she helped break down the narrow concept of good and evil that the Jedi tought and that she so hated, she might have felt better.
As it was, Shakti had to trust her feelings. Her plan had seemed like a good idea at the time, and she needed to stand by that. What was I supposed to do? Something that didn't seem like a good idea at the time? Agh.
Spotting the speederbike ahead, Shakti turned her footsteps toward it. It seemed like this conflict was winding down, and that meant there was little for her to do but answer Maize's call.
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(8/10/07 5:03 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Zel
The low growl that came from the Jedi, mixed with the fighting stance, spoke volumes about the Jedi in front of him. This one wasn't much for talking, it seemed, and was ready to rush back into the fight. Of course Mikel would be ready, but the idea that his opponent was a Jedi, and yet more violent than him, was something that brought a smirk to his face. It would be an interesting fight indeed.
"I've been on both sides of this conflict - a warrior of the Dark and a servant of the Light. And let me tell you: I'd rather die as a Jedi than live as a Sith. So..."
A warrior and a servant? And yet he maintains the thought that he is a Jedi? Doesn't he realize he is only fooling himself? But his thoughts would soon be cut off. Mikel's eyes never left his opponent as he went sailing through the air and to the Sith's other side. It would have been a perfectly executed plan, aside from the fact that Mikel used that very same idea when he was a Jedi Knight.
Even with the surprise gone, though, the Jedi seemed to be gaining in speed. Not only that, but it was plain to see that this wasn't an attempt to disarm an opponent. Each strike was one to kill, and one after another they were parried to the side. Then the last strike, aimed at his stomach, was parried a few seconds later than it should have been. Heat from the blade was felt, a wince on Mikel's face as it grazed his side.
"Less talking, more dying."
“Not today, Jedi, not today. Maybe someday an actual Jedi will finally kill me.” With those words, Mikel pushed the lightsaber further away from him before going on the attack. Then his hand shot out, a wave of force energy shooting out in an attempt to throw his opponent backwards. A little bit of time to give Mikel some thought.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN Niko & Axelyn
Hatred glowed in the eyes of the apprentice as he lay, unable to lift himself, listening to the Jedi's words. He could not bear to look at the despicable Knight. He refused to kill Jehovah, refused to take his life in battle. Would his student be more willing, more honorable? Before the Padawan could respond, he heard his own raspy voice speaking to the young Clawdite.
"Your master is weak!" The words were strong for such an injured body. "He cannot finish the task he set out to complete. He cannot even show honor to his fallen opponent!" His anger was rising, his voice growing louder, "He lies to you. He brought you here as a sacrifice, a pawn to die for the better good of the Jedi Council. Do you dare defy me of the death I deserve on this battlefield?"
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(8/10/07 6:29 pm) Reply
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(Minor NPC Jehovah...if it's a problem, lemme know.)
Korriban w/ Niko and Jehovah
Axelyn nodded to his master, questions swirling through his mind. Why would Niko leave this Sith to him? Why not finish him? He shook his head, and then looked over the fallen Sith. He was battered and broken, bereft of even enought energy to stand. But that didn't mean he didn't have enough energy to speak. And speak he did.
"Your master is weak! He cannot finish the task he set out to complete. He cannot even show honor to his fallen opponent!He lies to you. He brought you here as a sacrifice, a pawn to die for the better good of the Jedi Council. Do you dare defy me of the death I deserve on this battlefield?"
A smile fell along the face of the young padawan. There was, of course, a part of him that wanted nothing more than to great the Sith his wish. But that was not the Jedi way. This Sith would live, despite his repeated protests. He walked up to where the man lay and looked upon him, disapprovingly.
"Yes...I will deny you that which you wish. You will not die today, Sith."
With that, Axelyn kicked the man hard in the face, temporarily releasing him from the conscious world. He slung the limp body over his shoulder and morphed into the image of a Sith soldier. He leapt out and away from the main area where the battle was taking place, and towards the rear, to safety.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Kamon - Naboo
“Then for the greater good…”
Monnik began, the dance flowing on heatedly, each clash leading to another. The two fighters shifted with uncanny ability, weapons connecting in flashes of white, moving across, up and down the steps.
“… Give yourself up, and save one of us the pain.” He smirked, knowing the request wasn’t one the Jedi could satisfy.
There was a group of spectators gathered at the base of the steps, looking on in awe of the two fighters. Even some of those within the temple had come out and were watching from the top of the stairs.
Monnik’s focus broke. For a split second, he let his movements slip and the dance was disrupted. One blue blade grazed his thigh, scorching painfully, while Domovoi was forced to defend against the other with his own weapon. He gave a hiss, knee buckling, but only for a moment. He rose again, and this time thrust his empty hand forwards, sending with it dangerous forks of lightning right at his enemy from close range. It was only with this gesture that he saw who he was fighting and recognised the Jedi Master. Not that they’d ever met, but while his focus was on the Jedi’s weapons, he failed to spot the face that he’d at least seen once before. The Sith held his blade by his side, forcing the electric assault from his fingertips and at the Jedi.
Edited by: Darth Monnik at: 8/10/07 7:22 pm
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C'orringath's attack to his blade caught him off gaurd. The young Jedi didn't expect the ferocity of the force push either. Getting thrown back, the boy bounced off of the ground, scraping his chest on the ground, ripping his fishnets. Pain rippled throughout his body, as he looked up, he saw Master C'orringath looking from him to Caleb. Remember who you are...
Tears began to pool in Abaddon's eyes as he buried his face into his forearm, the young boy having to look away from the spectacle. He tried to remember who he was, but all he could do was think about the Jedi Master. They had defended Yinchorr together when the Seperatists came to take the planet. He had taught Abaddon how to control the darkness within. Now, he had let that darkness take him.
Tears streaming down his face, he slowly stood up. The Sith Soldiers surrounded him, pointing their rifles at him. Abaddon held his head low, sniffling. "Surrender, Jedi, or we will open fire on you." Green eyes looked at the group in front of him. He smirked. "I'd rather die." The soldiers cocked their weapons. "That can be arranged." the captain hissed. Abaddon locked eyes with the man.
"Is that so?"
A small ripple in the force came out from him. Abaddon's lips curled back in a smirk as a large wave of the force erupted out from all sides of him. At the age of 15, he had been made into a Jedi Knight. Needless to say, he had prowess that the force that he would never brag about. It wasn't the way for a Jedi to brag about his power. As the soldiers were thrown back around him, Abaddon ripped off his ripped fishnet shirt, tossing the cloth to the side.
The boy watched as C'orringath wrapped the force around the organs of Caleb. If he didn't move quickly, his fellow Jedi would fall to the fallen master as well. His cream white blade jumped to life again as his free hand stretched out. As he walked forward, he sent out a fierce force push towards the traitorous master. Hopefully enough to push him back a distance. At the very least, able to break his concentration so Caleb could recover.
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A few months ago he had been sitting within the confines of the Anarchy building his newest weapon. Well, build is not a proper term, forgeing would suite it more. What had started of as few bars of various metals became a long shaft with a large point at one end and at the other end was an axe like blade on opposite sides. In front of him was a datacard detailing the newest defense network on Naboo.
Naboo
There was a large ripping sound as the back end of that same spear was ripped from the skull of a soldier within Theed. It was a sweet sound, there was a wetness to it. Daritha's odd mask's mouth twisted into a grin the wrapped around intself at the ends. Battle was all around him and it was because the Force had gifted him with the for knowledge to go to Naboo now. Now he and a small force of Sith were reaping the benefits of a relatively weak defense force as the Jedi attacked Coruscant. Last word from there even said that they were winning on that front as well.
The military forces around him just did not seem to get the picture that they should be in full retreat. Then again, that would only delay their death so maybe they were doing the wise thing after all. It mattered not to Daritha, it just meant he could take their lifeforce even more easily. In a quick fluid movement he shoved his spearhead into the stomach of one soldier, pulled it out, then spun around and slit another's throat with the back end.
He stopped for a second and inhaled. It was as if he breathed raw force energy. He absorbed it into his body and let loose a stream of lightning at the soldiers. Exactly eight seized up and died, just granting him more energy to build off of and use to fuel his movements with the spear. It was becoming a bloody mess, even without him. Small teams of sith troopers were working through the city.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN Axelyn
The body hung limp over the clawdite's shoulder, limbs swaying loosely with the movement of the Jedi. Jehovah was done, finished for this round. Still, he dreamed, dreams of revenge, dreams of the ungodly murders he would commit in the future. These two men would suffer a fate far worse than death should they make it from the battlefield. One day, they would understand just what they had done.
ooc: It's fine. I guess I'm officially out. 'Twas fun guys.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Naboo - Monnik
As they fought upon the steps, the spectators began to assemble as Kamon had known they would. A fight of this magnitude wasn't too common. Two Master's of the Force trying their best to kill each other, for even Kamon was trying to do so as much as he didn't want to, was not exactly something one got to see everyday. Sure, in the many battles upon Naboo there had been many fights between Jedi and Sith, but most people hid then. Now it was one on one and they got a birds eye view.
Kamon scored a hit when he saw a weakness in Monnik's attack, but he was raked with lightning almost immediately afterwards. It was only momentary as he brought a saber in to deflect it, once more twirling his other blade out at Monnik in attack. It was relentless, the both of them going at each other despite injuries they had sustained and despite injuries that they would sustain. Neither would give up while the other stood.
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The deep chasm withing the Force sang to the Padawan, her heart raced to the thought of ultimate power, and the darkness that could consume the galaxy. She knew that the galaxy would bend to the deep, dark will of the Sith, she could feel its vile claws gripping the galaxy’s soul, grasping it and never letting go. She could feel the heavy breathing of the galaxy as it tried to slip from the vice-grip like force that the evil things had on it. She even tried to imagine herself at the throne, the zenith of power, choking the life out of the galaxy. But she knew that it was not for her. She knew that if she chose the easy path then she would not get back out. Nothing could change that. She also knew that if she did not get off the planet she would die.
The idea filtered through her injured brain, it flashed before her eyes the images of power that were most likely planted by the Sith in front of her, but she did not care. She could feel the darkness swirling within her poor soul, she could feel the hate inside of her boil to a climax of vicious cruelty. And within a moment’s notice she looked at the Sith, her blue eyes swirled with the dark clouds of doubt, clouds that were sprouted from the seeds that she sowed from the pit of her soul.
“Master Sennou,” She hissed as she gripped her former lover’s blade, a smile vaporized onto her face, its being almost a curse to those who looked at her, and with her hand gripping her own saber she brought it up to her side, and then the hand gripping Bryan’s saber she activated it, the blue blade melded with the purple one making a deep, richly textured violet that darkened the mood of the space. “Would it bring you pleasure to watch me leave? Would it make you feel good to see me walk onto my ship, drop the dead body of my former lover, drop in onto the ground? Would that give you your kicks?” She asked as the blades danced together, although the show was anything but nonchalant, it was still filled with the anger that rushed through the pulsing veins of the Padawan, it raced through and filtered her feelings with the deeply imbedded seeds of doubt for the Jedi Order, seeds that were going to sprout when she least expected it. Seeds that would cause even the wisest master to doubt everything.
“Sith Lord, would you want me to leave or are you just simply being the spoiled, arrogant Sith who has lent a kind gesture to a woman who you thought to be helpless?” She asked as the legs that were held together so stiffly let loose, she walked over to the new Sith Master, dropping the sabers. Her hand caressing the side of his face. A finger running down his lip. A luscious smile developed on her face as she started back towards where she was standing. A Force Trick and the sabers were back in her hands, safe and sound.
“Sennou, please enlighten me on why you spare a weak, mumbling fool such as myself?” She asked with a tone of amusement at his act of courage. The darkness inside of her spread into her mind, she was slowly slipping into a crevice which she would never be able to crawl back out of. “Tell me why, Sith.” She demanded as her lightsabers rose into an ‘X’ shape with her movements that of a Padawan, careless and foolish. Although she knew that she had to trust her feelings, not her emotions to fuel her ability to use the lightsaber.
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(8/11/07 2:25 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
"Sir, we have intruders!"
"Check that!"
"Intruders confirmed - Hangar Bay Two. Six ships, troop transport-class."
"Dispatch a security force quickly! I'll join them!"
"Sir, incoming call from...Naboo."
Relen sighed. This situation was just escalating rapidly.
"Zero here." he said, striding over to the holonet transceiver which had been powered up for his use.
"Hey Dad, it's just me. Calling with an update from home: Naboo got attacked while you were gone. Mom's in a panic, too, since you so conveniently forgot to tell her where you are. What excuse will I use today?"
"Um, let's go with Number Five."
"Ooh,'saving the galaxy from the clutches of evil'. Always did like that one. I'd join you, but it'd take too long, and I need to get the Padawans out of here while you're doing your thing. Force with ya, Dad."
"You too, Teth. Don't die, y'hear? Oh, I better run, we've been boarded by the Sith. Have fun, kid."
"You too."
Damnit, they got to Naboo! I shouldn't have committed all my forces so quickly...
And with that, the Jedi raced from the bridge. Moments later did he realise he left the holonet transceiver on, and he bit back a curse. Oh well: he had more important matters to deal with. From his belt came an electrum hilt, and then a glow of emerald energy. It was on. The Sith would be stopped here, he knew, especially with the power of Battle Meditation.
The Jedi had attacked Korriban and then launched the takeover of the Crown Jewel of the Galaxy, both in contradiction to their own beliefs. Not only were they wrong in launching the takeover of a planet at all, but also in the senseless raid of another. The people of Coruscant were content with their government, the government which – at least publicly – has their interests in mind; from the galaxy-wide businesses which boomed with the Sith’s occupation of the planet to the common citizen who no longer went without food every other day. Yet the Jedi sought to disrupt this, why; there was no morally sound explanation.
Aboard the Star Destroyer bound for Naboo, Cazador sat in the Captain’s chair on the main deck; the Captain of the ship having been relegated to standing. His back pressed to the chair and arms laid over its sides, he listened as Commander Kadaan was reported to concerning their progress and that of the fleet above Coruscant. Behind the ship Coruscant became smaller and the fleets about it less visible as they drifted and the distance between each increased.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Rather than struggle against the telekinetic push Zelazny rode the wave and landed on his feet a few metres away. The heels of his armoured boots scored furrows in the ground as he came to a complete stop, lightsabre already raised in an attacking stance. "Look, the taunts don't have any affect on me and I get enough philosophy at the Temple. If you're going to insist on talking during this fight, could it at least be about something interesting? Maybe like Coruscant's shocking defeat to Nubia in grav-ball? I had fifty credits riding on 'Scant as well... useless di'kute."
The Knight shook his head in mock despair. "These modern Sith... in my day you just told your opponent how his corpse was going to be desecrated and what you'd do to his family after his death. Now the ranks of the Sith are full of upper-class pansies and philosophers. What happened to 'I shall crush your pitiful order and make your wife my concubine'?"
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(8/11/07 8:10 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"It'd bring me pleasure if you stopped talking..." he said, rolling his eyes.
Fingertips grazed Rach's face as they slowly traveresed over his shoulder and to his chest. Bringing them up to his lips, he breathed on his fingernails, wiping them off on his shirt. His eyes began to move about as she continued talking. What was once a peace filled Jedi was now an enraged woman. What was it about him that brought on such mood swings among women?
"Arrogant and spoiled?!" he spat, yellow eyes falling on the young woman before him. He became a little angered at that point, his gaze becoming a glare. His eyes closed at her touch, and he did not strike. His saber was right there. How easily it would've been to cut off her hand. How dare she touch him without permission. How dare she presume anything about him.
"The position I'm in, the riches I possess, all of those things I fought long and hard to achieve. How dare you dare to presume that everything has just been given to me. I started off as a nobody on Dantooine when the Dark Side first called out to me. As a disciple, I fought my master, dragons, and force ghosts. As a knight, I fought Jedi, the Sith, hell, even myself. Now, as a Master? I will fight fate itself, now given the recognition of a true Dark God... Just what have you achieved? You obtained a lover and a Jedi to teach you into their order. Now you come here thinking you can judge me?"
He paused, taking a drag off of his cigarette. The rant had gotten him more then a little upset. Taking a deep breath and exhaling the smoke through parted lips, he calmed down. His eyes softened, but his scowl remained. He was like a snake that was ready to strike it's prey. He could taste her fear, her anger on his tongue. How sweet they were to him. Still, he had heard enough. He had tried partial mercy, now the only thing that was left was cruelty.
"Your lover is dead. I wanted to give you the oppurtunity to take him to wherever you chose and give him a proper burial. I wanted to give you time to grieve over the loss of your lover. Yes, I know that the Jedi are supposed to forfeit their emotions and simply give into serenity, but you're only human. No one will look down on you because of your sadness. If they do, they are fools. But now...?" He paused, chuckling to himself.
"Now I'm just sick of everything I've said and done being thrown back in my face. You want to see evil? Very well. You get your wish. I thought I had shown you enough when I ripped your lover's innards from his body and bludgeoned him to death with the hull of your ship. You leaving wouldn't have given me my kicks, Jedi. That wasn't what I truly wanted." Sighing to himself, he outstretched his free hand, open palm towards the padawan.
The black tendrils of the force reached out to her, wrapping around her heart. He lightly brought his fingers together for a moment, putting light pressure on the muscle. "I truly hope you have no regrets in this life." he whispered. It was then that his fingers came together quickly, the tendrils wrapping around the woman's heart violently. He brought his hand up, more tendrils wrapping around her to lift her off of the ramp and suspend her in the air.
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