Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Corrie, Abaddon
For a moment they were on the same level, two combatants squaring off on the same plane. And then the figure in front of him blurred again, first the edges then the rest. Corringath had just outdone the best Caleb could have come up with.
Their blades met and sparks lit up the air, it happened so fast that he did not even realize what the fallen Jedi was up to. Feints within feints within feints...
The words of his illustrious teacher would come back to him later, as he would think back to this conflict and seek to learn from it all he could.
His blade was swung wide and before he could bring it back in the Jedi Master struck. The attack was one he had faced before, at the hands of another Jedi Master gone berserk.
Vohn Exel.
His lungs collapsed and for a moment he felt his heart stop, as if an invisible fist had clutched it. Eyes wide he collapsed to one knee. His vision swimming, and the blackness nearly overwhelming his mind for a moment. Blood roared in his ears and he tried, tried and failed to breathe.
Due to the fact that he had received this blow before, Caleb had trained long and hard in an effort to decipher a way out of this style of an attack. Eventually he had realized that there was no way out, it all depended on speed and reaction time. Despite the fact that his instincts had failed to warn him of the incoming attack, he knew it was still not too late. He lashed out with a solid blow using the force aimed at Corringath's head. He was unaware of Abaddon do the same, but had he known he would have been pleased to know of it, knowing fully well that it would be nearly impossible for the Jedi Master to avoid two simultaneous attacks at once.
But despite the outcome, fact remained that he would need crucial moments to recover. A luxury which he was not certain he had at the moment.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
C'orringath knew something like this would happen eventually, with the emotional turmoil that was going through both of the knights behind him, they were both bound to attack, if not in coordination, in tandem. At this moment, C'oringath's mind was racing, his instincts reacting on levels that were only achieved in the throes of battle; with the power of the Dark Side seeping into his body, and the adrenaline from killing Brayden supercharging his system, C'orringath was more aware of the world around him than ever! He was alive!!! Thus, he could feel the power welling behind both of them, and he was able to react. At this point, it would be impossible for him to avoid both of their strikes, but if he timed it right, he could...
Crouching slightly to lower his center of gravity, C'orringath propped himself up on the balls of his feet, leaned forward, and in a sudden burst of aggression not normal to C'orringath, but just as precise and fierce as his method of defense, jumped forward to Caleb. His arms crossed in such a way that his saber hung down at an angle to his left, he opened himself up to the Force and steeled himself against the coming blow. As his body rocked with the force of the blow to his head, even though it was differed to his arms, he felt a welling surge of energy behind him, much like a wave, and he rode it. The power of the other knight's force push had been enough to send him flying forward in such a way that, he hoped, would disrupt Caleb's tempo.
The Jedi master felt a pang of..Something inside of him. Emotions had long since been under the master's control, until now, and the recent flood was beginning to react in his body. Anger gave him speed and power, but this...WAs it sadness? It had the potential to stop him, to make him hesitate, and that would not do at all. Surging forth, he suppressed it, and continued. Still, the feeling lingered...There was an apparent bit of 'good' left in the betrayer body of C'orringath Ven'traas...
But not enough to save either of them.
Brandishing his saber mid-"flight", C'orringath flicked his wrist to his left, once more hoping to disengage Caleb's saber from its protective sphere and deliver a flying kick to the knight's chest as he landed from his surge of motion. Rotating as he landed, he turned quickly to face Abaddon, hoping to deal with whatever the knight had in store for him while Caleb dealt with the kick in any manner of his choosing. Fluidly, his empty left hand moved with his body toward a goal of some sort, a goal which was not yet known but would be betrayed in the next half-second of the battle or so....
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"Maybe you should include yourself in that number?"
That would save her a great deal less work, if his desire should overspill to seeing himself dead as well.
And though he taunted her to attack, she stood her ground. The longer she could prolong this, the longer she lived- right? And the longer she would deter him from engaging another.
"Yeah... spunk I must lack. You forget, Jedi are wearisome creatures as am I. But just consider yourself lucky I am not trying to save your soul about now."
Lightsaber rotated quickly in her hands but in an non-aggressive posture. Hopefully he would take the bait and consider what stood before him as those defense-only combatant as many Jedi were. As her saber gently swung through the air though, Midnight focused behind the Sith and grabbed several of jagged rocks with the Force and sent them aimed right for his lower skull.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
He dares to command her? Bringing her words of caution, but never would the omen come true. For her at least, for something else was to happen.
The darkness piqued within her flesh, eyes a haunted laughter though no such noise escaped her lips. He would slither no more as the worm he was... a being so treasured by the Jedi for the skills of his species. But without the many arms to fight beyond his girth? Without being unique, but rather stand an echo among the horde.
Once she had brought blindness to one of sight but without vision. And now did he finally see? Yes... finally, the whisper of the Darkside spoke. Now, the Lordess would bring the fate of being but human to the slithering Master... and with it will come an understanding. With it will eventually carve his path to death - or to darkness.
"The gods-" Not mythical being, but those who walked as great Lords and Lordesses among the Sith "-will find no mercy in your spirit. We shall take from you your very essence, and leave you with nothing."
With those words, the darkness in her soul shot forth, to encompass his being.
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(8/11/07 5:29 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
It seemed that Mikel was indeed the only one who even cared that the Jedi of this day weren't even Jedi. Knights within their ranks didn't look at the problem, as he hadn't done during his own days as a Jedi Knight. Of course it made sense to him, in a way, as the outside observers always noted things that the people on the inside didn't. The same could be said of the Knight, and the way that he spoke about the path that the Sith had taken.
Apparently he had a view of what the Sith were supposed to be, from his time along the path of the darkside. None of that mattered to Mikel, who merely laughed at the entire conversation. “Destroy your order? Make your wife my concubine? I'm afraid that I have more important things on my mind than destroying an order filled with you..... things. Of course, the same can be said of the wife you apparently have,” another chuckle, a shrug, and then he up for a few moments.
“And I shalln't lie, I don't feel the need to desecrate any corpses, or tell you how your family is going to get tortured. I don't even feel the need to kill you here. There is no need. I wouldn't even be fighting you right now, though you chose to call me a traitor and start this merry little fight. It's only Hawk that I have a problem with, not his inferior lack-wit.
And notice who has been the one attacking. It has been you the entire time, or at least mostly. Does that make you more of a Sith than me?” Then his gaze went towards his opponent again, the smirk had been replaced by an almost disappointed expression. “But if you feel the need to die here today, Jedi, to prove yourself, then I shall be happy to oblige.” With that, he practically ran at his opponent. Then his blade went to stab at the injured shoulder, before turning and moving to bisect the Knight from the bottom, and then right through his heart.
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(8/11/07 8:50 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Korran Halcyon
It was agaist the Jedi way to attack, against their very code to take their strength and use it for anything that wasn't the defense of another person. That had been what the young Knight, barely fourteen, had said to his fellow Jedi as they prepared to attack the Sith. But his words had been ignored, and Jabez had decided that he would stay at Naboo. There was no way that he would participate in such a thing, no way he would allow himself to be corrupted by this action. Attack begat anger, anger begat attack, and the cycle that would go on forever would continue. “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. Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy. Jedi use their powers to defend and protect, never to attack others. Jedi respect all life, in any form. Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.” Jabez read aloud out of a book, trying to make sure those words of wisdom stuck in his mind. He needed to keep his center, he needed to keep his balance, but most of all it seemed that he neeed to put those words into practice. There was death, on the very planet he was staying one. Several people became one with the force, and Jabez could feel himself getting frustrated.
After all, this had been where he grew up. “There is no emotion, there is peace.” He told himself as the words went through his brain once again. Almost as if it was never there, the frustration lifted. The code, he would stick to it even if some of the council saw fit not to. He would serve others, he would serve the force. Grabbing his lightsaber, the tool that he didn't particularly like using, Jabez exited the temple.
Then he started to try to sense for where the force needed him to go. A strong presence of dark, on such a bright planet, it was easily detected where he was needed. On the opposite side of the temple, even, there was a dark presence. But there was also a strong light. No, that wasn't where he was needed. The young Knight cointinued to jog, suddenly feeling eight people leave the living and become one with the force. Then his pace quickened, he wanted to get there in time to protect the innocents of the planet. Several people shot at him along the way, and Jabez merely used the force to push them into a building as their shots failed to hit their mark.
Then they were tied up, where they would await some of the law enforcement to pick them up for trial. But Jabez continued along his path towards the dark presence. A few minutes later, he could see a man that was arracking people with a spear. “In the name of the Senate, and the Jedi Council, I am going to have to place you under arrest for the murders that you have committed today.” This man seemed stronger than Jabez, for sure, but he had to try something. As he did, the force seemed to speak to him. The young Knight would be ready. Yet his hand didn't move to his lightsaber, not yet. For now, he would merely try to arrest the man.
Edited by: Jabez Goff at: 8/11/07 9:16 pm
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
As the counter attack came, Monnik brought his blade up to block and ceased the surging flow of lightning. He took a step back, parrying the blue blade away and bringing his guard back up to stand in a stale-mate with the Jedi.
“Indeed, you’re most formidable,” he breathed, almost as though he was ready to accept defeat.
But there was a sinister glint in his eye, and he lifted his free, and with it rose the section of broken column that lay still in the temple doorway. His expression turned malicious as the levitating weight moved over the two duellists in the direction of the citizens who watched the combat.
“But they’re helpless,” he spat, hefting the immense shape through the air towards the now-panic-stricken group. Some of them began to flee, but the broad stone pillar would crush many who weren’t quick enough to escape.
Again, Monnik darted forwards, lunging at the Jedi’s knee with his sabre.
Hushed speech and low beeps could be heard as the massive ship progressed further away from the teeming planet of Coruscant. The ships Captain, and Commander of the soldiers on board, breathed steadily and calmly, Cazador beside him in the chair normally designated to him. He nodded to one of his officers and spoke. "Prepare the hyperspace drivers for a jump." The officer moved away and spoke into a microphone, pressing several buttons upon the dashboard after he had closed off the transmission. A low humming from the engines interrupted the usual contained silence of the main deck.
"Lord Cazador, commencing hyperspace in -" Commander Kadaan began the countdown, warning his superior of the impending jump and making his way to a lower positioned chair. All around the deck lights flashed blue and the crew made their way into seats, buckling their belts to secure themselves. At the finish of the count down the engines became louder again; a low, muffled growling sound laced with the higher pitch of fast revolutions. Then, as the higher pitch became more audible, the ship burst forward and into the hyperspace jump. Outside the view port stars and planets appeared to blur as the Star Destroyer made the jump to Naboo.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Razi
Kyp walked solemnly through the upper-level buildings, pressing his hands on the glass to look out over the infinite city. He hadn't revealed to Sophia, of course, but the scar within his forehead had been pricking since he entered the system. The blood-mark left by the Sith Master Sophie Maurow had given him assistance in the past; it told him when a Sith was near; but the Jedi Knight still hadn't figured out how he could control it. If he ever saw the alleged Sith again, he would find out what it was.
But for now, as his scar pricked again, he needed to find another Sith to talk to. If he sowed doubt in every Sith's mind, he might eventually be able to turn a few. He turned from the window, letting his fingers slip against the glass a little as he used telekinesis to open the door in front of him. As he stepped into a glass corridor, he felt his scar prick strongly, and he prepared himself for what was bound to happen. The corridor around him shattered suddenly, as if hit by a sonic weapon, and as Kyp Force-jumped, he guided his landing to one of the support beams, and looked down. The bridge below had shattered, too, and far below was the wreckage of the bridge he was standing beside.
As he felt his scar sting again, he jumped, and saw the support girder bend and fall from the wall as he plummeted. Reaching out a hand to the wall, he got enough of a grip to use the Force to slow his descent, and he flicked himself aside as the girder above him accelerated past. Landing awkwardly but gently on the remains of the next bridge, he flicked himself off. Another few seconds, he landed firmly on the open square beneath the towers.
Falling twelve hundred meters gave him an interesting opportunity to plan ahead. Obviously he was being attacked by someone who could sense the light in him. Obviously they were powerful enough to obliterate corridors a mile away (albeit glass corridors). And Kyp had just dropped to face them. If they decided to kill him outright, they would find it easy - he was standing, unarmed, before them and would not resist. But he had a feeling that, like most Sith, they would want to talk.
As he looked across the open square at his silhouetted opponent, wondering what the hour would bring, as his scar stung strongly beneath the evening sun.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"That's pretty low, Monnik. Low even for your kind."
The pillar floated above the both of them and moved off towards the crowd that was watching them. Kamon knew he had to act and act quickly, but the question was, what should he do. The idea came to him even before he could finish thinking. As Monnik launched an attack against him, Kamon parried with one blade, side stepped to the right, lept down two stairs while spinning his other blade to attack Monnik. After landing, he darted off down the stairs towards the pillar.
As it began to near where people were scattering, Kamon reached out with the Force and grabbed ahold of the thing, pushing back against Monnik's pushing. It would cause a stalemate in the thing until one of them decided to release it and Kamon wasn't going to do so. If Monnik released it, Kamon would send it flying directly at the Sith, hoping to crush him. The stairs would get crushed a bit, but they could be repaired.
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(8/12/07 10:59 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Julius was meditating in his chamber as he felt the disturbance. A feeling he had not felt since his exile from Ziost. He opened his eyes and stood up. He could not feel Master Metran witin the confines of the temple. Perhaps he had left on the assault of Coruscant.
The padawan stood and walked casually towards his bed. Grabbing the gauntlets that lay there. He slid them on and flicked the button that would make them tight. He then left his quarters to search out the feeling of darkness. To those who had seen the being they would know the twisted feeling of the embedded darkside and lightside. Of his struggle to conquer the darkside infused into his very soul.
He did not find anyone so the being known as Julius walked towards the outside of the temple. He could feel the darkside strongly out here. The sith had come to Naboo and were lookig for a fight. Julius would not deny them that pleasure. He took his communicator and sent an encryptid message to Master Metran.
" Lord i do not know if you will get this in time. Naboo is under attack and they have been trying to escort padawans from the battle. I am going to find a sith and get the thing my heart has desired since my creation. Thank you Master for seeing more then a monster about me".
Would that message be the only thing the jedi had to be remembered by? The being could only wonder that question, until he pushed it into the back of his mind. The being moved through out Theed hunting for his enemy. He felt a force signature close by. One he did not know but of the lightside. He moved towards it and saw the blond female. Emily Garnier he believed her name was. Master Metran had shown him images of the other knights and masters to familiarize him do to his anti-socialism.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Abaddon, Corringath, Caleb
There were a lot of emotions coming from C’orringath, and Darth Apparatus could feel them all. Apparatus simply circled around the fight between the Jedi with his Lightsaber at hand. Eventually, the Sith Lord stood behind a Jedi [Abaddon] fighting against C’orringath. There was a cold and eerie breeze enveloping the Jedi. Then, the Sith turned into a blurred body heading toward the back of the Jedi. Obviously, the Sith Lord was going to ram his heavily artificial body into the Jedi. With his Lightsaber at hand, he was also prepared to counter any attack from the Jedi with ease.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant - Hayden
Enset nodded in acknowledgment and/or agreement to Shakti, and stayed silent as the door closed.
Taking a moment to look around at his new home for some indeterminate amount of time, he found a route to the roof, and discovered that there was at least one more door on the outside of the building--a good thing to know in case of the need to beat a hasty retreat.
He turned to Hayden. "Obviously, we cannot stay here forever. What do you suggest as our plan of action?" he asked, deferring to Hayden's superior status within the Order.
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(8/12/07 5:17 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant
Tyen waited and watched down the corridor, staring at an amber glow - until suddenly it was gone. He blinked repeatedly, trying to figure out if he really saw what he thought he saw. There were no answers; just an aura of darkness and a knowledge that he couldn't stay any longer. Backing away from the space the apparition came from, Tyen worked his way up to just beneath the surface and moved horizontally for miles.
He could feel it all happening just above him: the screams, the chaos, the pain, and Jedi dying at the hands of one another. In the middle of it all came more than a wave of grief - there was also guilt. He was the vanguard on Coruscant, one of the few meant to prepare the path. Without him, all this may have never happened; or at the very least it would've rested on someone else's shoulders. His were too small, and his heart was too tired. All through the infinite hell of his walk under the city, one thought remained echoing through his head: *Was I the one who caused all this?*
There were no answers for him, and no consolation. The only thing that waited for him at the end of his walk was a sunken warehouse containing a small, oblong ship which was both fairly featureless and unobtrusive. Specially fitted for the assignment, it was the ship he originally arrived in. Although not stealth-designed like the Sith's vessels, it was suitable for the purpose it was designed for: hug close to a traffic lane, blend in with the flow of ships, and draw no attention to itself. Coruscant space travel couldn't stop for anything: the flow of food and vital resources was just too great.
Should he remain and aid his comerades? Tyen sighed and his shoulders sagged; he didn't know where to begin. Besides: with everything that had already gone irrevokably wrong, his heart just wasn't in the effort. Besides: his face was plastered everywhere. As long as he didn't get involved, people would continue to chase after others that looked like he did. If he were captured, the wasted effort in that regard would end. It was far better for the Jedi cause that his face remain posted and people continued to seek him out. Besides: more than anything he needed to go home.
After months of dormancy, it took a bit to warm up the engines. After rising up past street level and easing out of the warehouse, all Tyen had to do was ride the current of ships back out into space - simple.
Edited by: Tyen Shi at: 8/12/07 5:21 pm
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Daritha's metal mask's mouth only curled even more, which seemed impossible considering how curled it already was. He set the lower edge of his spear into a crawling body, extinguishing its life in a moment and absorbing its energy into himself. It was a near blatant sign that he was ready to fight.
Then he turned to the soldiers that he had been fighting. "Now why did you not tell me that, hm? I figure you would have more power here on your planet than the measely little Jedi that you allow to inhabit it." Returning his attention to the Jedi, "I guess if the Council and the senate both offer you that kind of authority than I cannot help but not comply. Considering that neither of those hold any authority over me."
He took a few steps forward and stabbed another soldier with the tip of his spear this time, now leaving the axe like end upwards. "Now if it had been the Force that had granted you that authority, maybe, just maybe, I would have had to listen." His masks smile dissipated leaving a frown. "Guess that is not the case now is it. Poor you."
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Yoshiro
Yet again, her sledgehammer made no contact with the Jedi as he soared over her head at the last moment, unfortunately she couldn't quite stop instantly while in mid run while holding the heavy weapon. There would have to be some improvisations.
Her heels dug into the soil and as she swivelled around to face the Jedi, throwing the sledgehammer at him, the weapon was serving no real purpose as it was too slow and heavy for this fast paced one on one combat.
"Ha, then what drives you?"
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(8/12/07 9:51 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Minutes passed, and to Jabez it might as well have been more than those mere moments. The man, if that is what the being could be called, extinguished yet another life. One more being became one with the force, one more person that was under his protection that had died. There is no death, there is the force. The words echoed through his mind, right before the young Knight heard words coming from the Sith.
But the words that were spoken by the Sith had no substance to them. First to the soldier, mocking the very order that Jabez was in. Mocking the Jedi Council, obviously only concerned withs strength. Then the Sith spoke to him, and of the authority that both the Council and the Senate have. A simple statement, it was, to say that it had no power over him. That he was somehow above them, but in fact he wasn't.
It wasn't only going to be that, though, and one more person soon merged with the force. The frown, the mocking, it didn't do anything but bring a small grin to his face. "The authority of the senate comes from the people, which are quite fickle true. Their authority is held in lesser importance. But what you fail to understand, murderer, is that the authority of the Council comes from the force itself. They follow it, and in turn I am following the very will of the force itself.
In the authority the Council has given me, the force has vested its own authority. So I repeat again, you are under arrest. Place your weapon on the ground, take a few stes away from it, and lay down. You will recieve a fair trial, I promise." The same grin, almost seemingly one of arrogance, covered his face. Yet that was not his intent. The words, the expression, all of it meant nothing by themselves. Those, mixed with the fact that he held no emotion in his voice. As he had said in the temple: there is no emotion, there is peace.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
His spirit, his soul, his entire being; it was as if the Force was being ripped out of his body, along with his mind, and going somewhere else. Pain was everywhere, and he felt for a moment that he was going to die from it. Trying not to pass out, he opened his eyes and saw one of the most horrifying events in his life.
He transformation.
His hands were the first to go. Where they had been scaly, reptilian, long, and that he had four of them was now gone. In their replacement were too long arms, that had fingers. As he tried to move one, there was a sensation in his body that made him look at his abdomen.
His entire midriff was not anymore the body of a snake, but he started to feel skin, and a second later, as the navel came in, his entire stomach started to rumble, and he felt pain shoot through the inside, as his organs began to become arranged. Though, the craziest metamorphosis had yet to happen.
His tail started to slowly, inch by inch, crawl back towards his new stomach. As a scream came to his throat, he yelled out in pain and fear, as his tail disappeared, and once again, very slowly, a pair of legs were coming out. As his face was completely in terror, he saw a pair of feet, with toes come on out.
The final change was his head, in which every follicle of hair started to pull back into his face. His entire head was a white blur of movement, until it stopped. There was a brush of his face with his new hands, and he felt no more hair on his face... or his head. Nothing was there, except his ears, which, for the first time, felt strange on him.
As he stood up, Jedi robes came out of the middle of his body, and in one instant, he was wearing his robes again, except that he had pants, boots, and a new under layer of shirts on. Standing up slowly, in the dark, he stood, for the first time on his own two feet.
Igniting one of his lightsabers, the amethyst-blade that came out illuminated Chaos, and he, could see his entire body, from head to toe, and he stood in silence, in shock of what had just happened.
"I'm... I'm... a human..."
The words that came out of his words felt like curse words. He felt disgusted, and as he looked on Sky, he saw her body, and they were the same. No more was he Thisspiasian, but Human... No more was he the worm to her, the slithering shadow to the public, and no more his own identity.
He was a Human...
Yet, he felt younger. He hadn't felt this young in over seventy-five years. As he walked, he fell down, not use to what Humans called walking.
Walking... I'm walking...
As he stuck out his tongue, he felt the insides of his mouth. Thisspiasians had a unique feature for their species. Their jaws were able to unhinge at the joint, allowing them to eat their foods in whole, if wanted. Here, he felt only a permanent feeling.
Skin felt weird to him. His was smooth, while when he was a snake, his had been scaly. Touching each finger, a tingling sensation came to him, and he shook his head.
Using his hands, he move them quickly, pulling them out of Chaos, bring them back onto Naboo. As Theed came into view, he had noticed that it had taken him far less time. Was it the fact that he was younger?
Looking at Sky, he didn't know what to say. What threat was able to be made? What action could be taken against her? What fate could be thrown against her?
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
A chuckle imminated from somewhere behind the mask. It was an odd chuckle that quickly turned into a full out laugh. The man's words they were just... so so funny to Daritha. He could see nothing behind them as being anything but a joke, and what a good one it was. But now, can't let this funny little Jedi interfere that much. Have to keep focused.
His laugh stopped and the mouth of his mask grew straight and serious. "The Force guides everything. Have you not began to understand that the Force guides all. We Sith, we are not doing anything that the Force would not desire us to do. Now, please do not chastise me about murder when in fact every death on Coruscant lies on your Council's hands. The Force gave you Jedi a strict set of guidelines and you broke them, worse yet you spat on them and blatantly defied them."
This is when his grin grew back. "We, the Sith that is, fallow our role to the line. The Force uses us in its own way. Heh, I was meditating not long ago in my ship. Do you know what happens while I meditate, a series of datacards flow around me. They are filled with names and planets and places. They are so scrambled I have no clue which is which or what I even have. When as the flow around eventualy some flow around me and end up in my lap. They guide my every action, I am the vessel of the Force and it is because of this that I have come here today to kill all that oppose me, for it is the will of the Force that I move on."
His words were strong, they rang with emotion, and that emotion was conviction. Albeit it was completely fake but to anyone listening it would sound real, he even masked the emotions within himself to make it look like he sincerely believed it. Deep down inside he was smileing, already calculating how he would destroy this Jedi.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"Nah, suicide was never my thing...Now, patricide, matricide, homicide, well, that's different. I suppose I'm picky with my 'cides' in that regard!" Peiori shrugged lightly.
After the shrug, Peiori didn't make much of any action, in any form towards the Jedi knight, preferring at this point to see what she would do, how she would act to such stimulae, to the prospect of battle. So far, as he had said, he had been bored with her general Jedi inactivity, which seemed odd, considering how she went on and on about how they were different, unconventional. It was such a disappointment to see that the unconventionalities ended with their discussion.
"Oh yes, I am quite happy that you are not "trying to save my soul" as you put it, having to eviscerate preachy Jedi is tiresome on the ears, this way I just have to-"
Peiori's speech was cut off as he heard rustling behind him. He had been fooled! Whirling around quickly, he moved, not to face the sound of rustling behind him, but away from the sound. He had been too late, a one of the rocks brushed past his cheek, cutting the flesh and sending a flash of blood down the offended side of his face. Rage erupted in his eyes, an eruption that was quickly suppressed. Peiori was angered, yes, as the rocks flew past him, but he would not fall prey to his anger, not to this one, for she was clever, and supporting the storm as he was sapped energy, so he would be most efficient in fighting her, for the best outcome.
"Ha...Ha.. Ha...Jedi, that's very clever of you!! I'm impressed...Yes.....Very clever, INDEED!"
Instantly, a violent surge of the dark side issued forth from Peiori, and manifested itself in the Korrban sands as a series of pushes and pulls against the dunes that, as they were orchestrated, produced a treacherous, violent maelstrom of sand under the Jedi knight, a maelstrom that threatened to swallow her whole in the grains of that evil Sith planet.
Jabez Goff Jedi Knight
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(8/13/07 1:02 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The careful expression that Jabez held faltered as he heard the words the Sith were saying. Words about the will of the force, and the way that the Sith fit into them, that part flew in his ear with less importance than the second. About the Jedi, their code, and how the Jedi Council had broken it when they went to Coruscant and Korriban. Those words held a lot of weight, seeing as those words were actually true. The Jedi had broken their code, broken their mandate, and that was something that Jabez had not gone with.
He would not let himself be corrupted. Yet the wince was only there for a few moments, and then it was gone again. The mask of the grin, it appeared again. "You think you embody the will of the force? Well, the force has imprinted upon me its will. I was guided here by the force, to stop the one that would bring such destruction to such a peaceful planet. As for our code, it is my life. The Council will see the mistake that it has made, I am sure, and they will atone for abandoning the code as they have.
It is only a matter of time before they see the truth that they shouldn't have ever done what they did. After all, Jedi use their powers to defend and protect, never to attack others. That is how it is, that is how it must be. And that is what makes us different than the Sith. Always out for their own gain, their emotions being their fuel instead of a calm and rational thinking."
Still Jabez wanted to think little about fighting. He still hoped that the Sith would give himself up, but that wasn't going to happen. Then something in the force seemed to whisper what he needed to do. Jabez didn't like the idea, but it wasn't his place to question the will of the force. The young Knight moved his robe to the side, grabbing his lightsaber and igniting it with a low snap-hiss. "I repeat, surrender and go to trial for the people that you have killed today."
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Daritha acted as if he was thinking it over. "Hm... a trial... most likely conducted by Jedi. A contridiction of the code in and of itself, which will most likely just throw me into prison. Unless, of course, I promise to change my ways and become a Jedi. Of course I would choose that option, fake it for awhile, then go Sith again."
He dropped his spear and walked over to the Jedi. It made a squishy thunk sound as it fell onto the stomach of a dead soldier. It was quite a pleasant sound dispite made from. He went to a knee and held both of his hands up, the guantlet covered wrists exposed. His metalic mask formed into an almost pleading expression.
Jabez Goff Jedi Knight
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(8/13/07 1:51 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
The words, the expression that the Sith had, they all were almost confusing. A trial, one that this person seemed to think equated to a jail sentence? Had he really considered himself guilty enough for that, not letting the jury do that. A trial done by Jedi, that was indeed how it would probably happen. But the next words were even more confusing. Why would he confess to such a scheme? Why would somebody confess in a plan to trick the Jedi and then rejoin the Sith?
It was all confusing. All of it culminated as the spear fell into a dead soldier, and the man walked over to Jabez. Almost pleading, it seemed, as the Sith went to one knee and his hands were held up. What to do? Several thoughts went through Jabez's mind. He could kill the man. Would that make him any better than the Sith that was now pleading in front of him. Then there was the idea of a trial. Would it be with the Jedi?
Was that even right? Maybe it was as he had been told by the Sith, a contradiction of the code. What was the will of the force? Speak to me, tell me your will. Jabez almost pleaded with the force itself, wanting some clear way to decide what he was supposed to do. Then a slight breeze, an almost intuitive answer came to mind. The Jedi use their power to defend and protect those that were helpless.
That made it crystal clear. He could not kill this man here. "There is always hope, always a way for somebody to change. Maybe it was the will of the force that I talk you away from the dark path, as much as it was yours to be here." The blue blade disappeared, the hilt going back to his belt and then was covered by his robes once again. Of course, this took into account one thing that Jabez wanted to be true. Something that was more of him, and actually less of what the Jedi code told him. Nobody was lost to the darkness, nobody was too far gone.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"Ah, shut up," the Jedi growled back as he side-stepped the strike at his shoulder and parried the blow towards his heart. If this damned Sith kept up with the taunts and insults, Zelazny was just going to get more annoyed. Not angry - Sith weren't worth getting angry about. They were just an annoyance, like stepping in gum. They usually had about the same level of intelligence as well. One didn't bring a weapon they'd never used before to a fight without training with it for at least a week beforehand, even if it was similar to a weapon one had used in the past. Just rushing into a fight with a brand new toy wasn't enough to win.
On the other hand: fighting with a weapon that one had used for close to ten years, a weapon that was practically a part of the user... well, it was a significant advantage - and one that Zelazny knew how to use. The Jedi withdrew into himself and stopped thinking, instead relying on the Force to guide his blade to its intended target. It provided him with a level of calm he could never find with meditation, only with combat. This was where he was in his element.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Space - Naboo
The Sith Master strapped himself into his seat as Kadaan counted down and around them various signals told all aboard that they would be making a jump. Bracing himself for the impending thrust of the ship into hyperspace, he heard the huge engines more audibly and an undertone of high-pitched revolutions become more evident as it prepared for the launch into hyperspace. Then the ship shot forward, tearing at his skin as his body sought to stay in place. The whole thing sickened him; the immense speed, the pulling at the very organs within him, the blurring of objects out in space.
After a short time the ship slid out of hyperspace above Naboo, Cazador left disoriented and sick. He slumped sideways in the chair, his head laid back awkwardly and his mind dizzy. Only just able to prevent himself vomiting, he allowed a few seconds to clear and stabilise his mind. After a few deep, slow breaths, he opened his eyes, his vision a blur, and heard Kadaan speak from somewhere nearby. "Lord Cazador, Naboo." As his vision cleared and the motion sickness calmed, he made out the beautiful planet through the ship’s view port. Naboo…the Sith’s new prize.
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