Johan
Youngling
to take what there is and use it without waiting forever in vain,doubtless the right way to live....
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Post by Johan on Mar 3, 2005 16:51:16 GMT -5
his chuckles came raspily as he approached the outpost,his figure weaving zombie-like towards the outpost.his upper-lip curled up in a sly smirk as his shimmering pearly teeth came into view.two canines had been shaved considerably,accentuated with a thin trail of deathly obsidian admantite.his hair flashed beneath the vibrant rays of a flickering evening sun,shifting mythril locks of discolored shadows about his slender shifting hips.he wiped a bit of blood from a corner of his lip,licking the crimson-liquid from his finger as he chuckled deathly cold.the saber-hilts at his hips began rattling as he approached,a suffocation in the force.he could feel darkness closing in,a cloud of agony as he clutched a hand over his head,a burst of adrenaline coursing through his veins as time broke to a slow. he moved at super-natural speeds,his legs carrying him great distances,one behind the other in fluid movements.his hair whipped about the cool breeze,wavering as would a thousand mountain-rivers.his descent was swift and his intentions unclear,his muscles held firm,his body jerking spasmodically as his arms moved to his front.
......stay my path.....i beg you,hold my beautiful chaos....
his words caught the wind,barely a whisper and faded as he made no sound,his hands catching the wall fast,his slender form leaving the ground.he sparaled as he left the ground his descent bringing him clear of the wall as his footfall thumped the sand,barely noticable.and he stalked unto the post holding facilities.his hands made no move for the sabers at his belt as he walked openly,his almond-shaped crimson peepers never blinking as he took in his surrounding.
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Post by AG on Mar 4, 2005 12:48:10 GMT -5
OOC: Johan, just so you know, the stranger I'm referring to is your character.
IC: Furok was amazed by the sudden burst of speed the stranger had demonstrated. Snow had kicked up from his incredibly fast strides, moving like a jet just above the sea as the snow lifted high up into the sky like the water. Furok could feel the ripples in the Force as the stranger approached. There was no doubt that he was Force Sensitive. No normal being could run that fast without the aid of the Force. Furok stood up, stretching out for the Force to try and see where his eyes cannot. However, he found he didn't need the Force to see the stranger at all, because seconds later, the stranger was at the outpost, only a few metres way from the Wookiee. Furok approached the figure cautiously. There was no telling if he was a friend or a foe, what his intentions were as he looked around, taking in the surroundings. Taking a closer look, Furok noticed the stranger had the hilts of two twin blades attached to either side of his hips. His body was slender, smooth. He had the body build of a developped fighter. Furok hadn't been a seasoned combatant before the war against the Sith had begun, but Kris Leen had practically forced all the Jedi to train harder than ever in lightsabre combat, never knowing what might happen. Those days of training seemed endless, seemingly going on hour after hour after hour. For days, the Wookiee thought he would never stop being exhausted. That was why he was happy today. He was on lookout duty outside the outpost. He didn't have to train whenever he was on lookout duty. Furok examined the stranger more closely. He had long, smooth white hair reaching down to his shoulders, under which was a face Furok couldn't see. He wondered if that was simply because of the hair or because there was some mystic aura that made it invisible. He couldn't tell. There was also something strange about the figure though, but the Wookiee didn't make it out. He felt something dark about him. There was only one way to find out, though: talk to him.
Hi, what's your name?
Furok decided he would be sympathetic to him. Perhaps they could make friends.
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Johan
Youngling
to take what there is and use it without waiting forever in vain,doubtless the right way to live....
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Post by Johan on Mar 4, 2005 17:09:29 GMT -5
he stopped,stagnant as the winds shifted,drops of perspiration sliding from a silver brow as he was taken aback a step.he gave the wookie the "lookover" as he moved a bit closer.
.....name?
he chuckled at the notion,what could this "name" be anyway.he figured it it proper to introduce himself......so he didn't.the thin mythril hair fell about his slender shoulders in two braids,his hand raising before him,his drenched vessel on the brink of exhaustion.he advanced a few steps as a saber-hilt unsnapped,flipping into his clenched grip.
......it's only proper to introduce yourself when asking the name of another......
his eyes flickered a bright hue of crimson as he smirked,cocking his head coyly as his tounge slid over his pearly inscisors,bicupods, and canines slowly.he stood straight,his feminine features shining vibrantly as he smiled seductively.
.......some say the end is near......
the hilt burst to life as he let it free,stepping back.it moved ,jerking itself about at first,but eventually smoothing to fluid glides,the energy crystals hissing simultaneously.he took graceful steps,the braids flipping about his shoulders as dust rose beneath his feet,the wind picking up considerably.
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Post by AG on Mar 4, 2005 17:18:49 GMT -5
Furok was confused by the stranger's sudden action, but his assumption his being a seasoned fighter were indeed true. He moved a gracefully as the wind, seemingly as light as a feather as he twirled his sabres about in perfect co-ordination. Furok would have been envious of such skill and proficiency had he not been a Jedi, but the Wookiee learned to control his emotions since a young age. Having reached the age of 126, he was relatively young compared to others of his same species. Looking at the stranger perform a series of incredible moves with his weapons, Furok suddenly remembered what the stranger had said about introductions. He shook his head to divert his attention from the combatant and introduced himself.
I'm sorry. You are right. I guess I better start. My name is Furok Mat. What's yours?
He was curious to know about this visitor. After all, he would like to know where he'd learned to use the lightsabre with such skill.
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Johan
Youngling
to take what there is and use it without waiting forever in vain,doubtless the right way to live....
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Post by Johan on Mar 6, 2005 18:03:07 GMT -5
the saber-hilt ignited,pausing in stasis only inches from the face of Furok.he reahed a hand fowards,his fist locking around the saber as he smirked.the blade of compressed energy glew a vibrant golden,it's dim-humm heard on the cool breeze as he took a step closer.he pulled the saber back,snapping it along his waist-line as he advanced,his hair dancing over the tainted evening sky.the saber blade died out as he perked a brow to the large wookie.
i have no name......or at least i don't think i do.....harsh recollections......
he awaited the response eagerly as he closed his eyes,ever attuned to the force,he could sense the breeze around him and every element that would come with it.
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Post by AG on Mar 7, 2005 2:06:52 GMT -5
Furok did not flinch when the golden coloured lightsaber sizzled just in front of his face, a translucent beam of pure energy shining like the sun right on his furry face. Furok knew the stranger would stop short just as the saber came up to his eyes, sensing it through the Force. He then watched as the visitor deactivated his blades and placed them back onto his belt as he replied to the young one.
I see. I sense you are confused about your identity, always searching for an answer. It must be agonizing. Maybe we can help you find your way. The Jedi can teach you to clear your mind. Perhaps with our help, you can find your answers
Compassion radiated like warm air in the cold breeze of the snowy planet. Furok waited for the stranger to respond as he held out his furry hand to shake the stranger's.
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Johan
Youngling
to take what there is and use it without waiting forever in vain,doubtless the right way to live....
Posts: 15
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Post by Johan on Mar 8, 2005 15:58:52 GMT -5
he chuckled at this Furok as he stepped back a few steps.he lowered his head,a dim shadow cast over his beautiful lavender eyes.he just shook his head as the laughter died out.he didn't know himself....but he knew himself.he couldn't find himself.......but,by no means was he lost. he held up a hand in front of him,his form seeming to occilate as his figure straightened.
how about ......no......
he shrugged as he turned to walk away,averting his gaze over a shoulder.he chuckled to himself once more before walking to the rather large structures in the distance,his almond-shaped eyes flashing a cool amber-golden.
i think i'll find my way quite fine without anyone for now......
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Post by AG on Mar 9, 2005 12:15:08 GMT -5
Furok did not complain. After all, each individual was responsible for his own destiny. If the stranger preferred to walk his path alone, to find his answers without any outside help or guidence, so be it. If he would decide to seek the Jedi out for help, they would of course welcome him with open arms. The Jedi aways tried to help those in need. It was their way. But for now, the stranger must need some kind of shelter, a place to stay. There was no other habitation except the outpost on this desolate, snowy planet.
Fine then, but surely you would like to find some place to stay while you are here. Would you like to stay with us for the time being?
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Johan
Youngling
to take what there is and use it without waiting forever in vain,doubtless the right way to live....
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Post by Johan on Mar 9, 2005 19:03:27 GMT -5
a chill ran through him as he looked back to the man.his vision obscured a moment as he paused,seeming to consider the invite.johan spoke as turned to face the man.his words were soft and ominous.
destruction where i go......fall in my wake you will.i cannot stay kind wookie.
the words emanated from a voice that seemed not his own as he moved away into an ensuing snow-storm.he shook his head and the last the wookie would see of him,a candy-silver mane of waist-long hair weaving patterns on the chilling night-wind.
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Post by AG on Mar 10, 2005 2:45:46 GMT -5
Furok was taken aback by the stranger's sudden disappearance. How did he do that? In the blink of an eye, the visitor had gone and couldn't be seen anywhere at all. The snow storm was roaring like a lion, dense as an immense fog. Furok couldn't see anything for more than half a kilometer, but where the eyes failed, the Force showed him everything. Furok couldn't feel the visitor's presence anywhere near here. Its as if the wind came by and picked him up like he was a fallen leaf and took him elsewhere. By now, he had talked to the visitor long enough to know what his presence felt like, but if someone were to ask him about that, he wouldn't know how to answer. His presence felt ominous, eerily silent, as if he had masked his true self. Furok had to tell Master Leen of this strange visit. He was sure he'd be even more careful of what was going on, but what if he would tell him off for not having found out who he was? It was a risk the wookie would have to face, so he decided to walk back in and tell Kris about what had just happened.
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Post by Starlett on Mar 18, 2005 11:50:34 GMT -5
Shaye entered the oupost...
"hello?"
she said softly..looking around as she entered...
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Post by AG on Mar 18, 2005 12:24:19 GMT -5
Foruk Mat, the same wookie Jedi who had met the stranger only several days earlier, was talking to a fellow Jedi trainee when suddenly, he noticed a young woman entering the outpost. Furok couldn't really tell when a human girl, or of any other species except his own for that matter, was attractive, but something told him this girl was beautiful for human standards. He and his friend, Horm Tirol, a Weequay, approached her. Horm was very much the silent type and Furok always found he was doing most of the talking whenever he was with him. Horm had told Furok many times that he felt nostalgia for his homeplanet. He hadn't been there for many years, which explained the numerous braids on the back of his head. It is said that Weequays grow a braid for each year they spend out of their homeworld. Horm's silent nature explained why Furok was the first to speak to the young girl.
Hello. My name is Furok Mat and this is my friend, Horm Tirol. How may we be......
Furok's voice trailed off as he sensed a dark and menacing presence approaching them fast as lightning. A shiver ran down his spine when he realized the Sith had come to attack once again. Furok did not feel ready for this. He wasn't an able swordsman like most of the others in the outpost. He had to warn the others quickly, seek their help.
Go and tell the others to prepare themselves. I feel the presence of a Sith Lord approaching.
At this, the Weequay also spoke, a tone of urgance in his voice.
I sense it too. Danger is approaching. Furok, you know what to do.
The Weequay sped further within the outpost to warn the others of this imminent danger. Furok tunred to regard the girl.
We better get inside too.
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Post by Starlett on Mar 18, 2005 12:31:39 GMT -5
"Nice to meetyou..and thankyou.."
* goes inside with him....
"I am Jedi Shaye Marren..Im Master Kentos Padewan..I have come to help in any way I can"
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Post by AG on Mar 18, 2005 12:39:40 GMT -5
Furok simply kept still, looking at the girl with compassion. Of all the Jedi who had come to visit, none other than Master Kento's padawan was to show up. Perhaps there was a chance to rid themselves of this enemy. Thank you, Shaye. I'm afraid we will need all the help we can get.---------------------------------- Jorus had landed his starship not very far from the outpost, but at the same time, not too close. He would have been shot down otherwise. The outpost was surely protected by anti-aircraft weapons and Jorus did not want to risk it. Without waiting for Siegfreid, Jorus sped down the ramp and dashed out into the cold, lashing winds of Ilum. He quickened his strides through the Force, pushing himself with the aid of the mysterious energy that bound every living being in the galaxy, giving Jorus the incredible power he possessed, and would soon use to kill all in the nearby outpost. Jorus would succeed where Kross had failed so many years ago. There was no more Riko Fultyre to protect them any longer, but something told him a stronger force than he was coming to their rescue. The last thing Jorus wanted at the moment was for Soru to appear where he least expected him to arrive. Only he had a chance at defeating him. ------------------------------ Soru's Jedi Starfighter landed hastingly on the landing platform of the outpost. He sensed the Dark Warrior of the Sith approaching like the wind towards the Jedi Sanctuary. He would have to be ready for his arrival. Switching his mood to battle mode, Soru called upon his twin lightsabers, Shadowfax and Hurricane, and activated their brilliant light, shining with the burning energy within the young Padawan, shining with the desire for battle as they sang their constant tune of combat, which Soru feel more at comfort than ever. To him, there was nothing better than a fight. Now, more than ever, Soru felt ready for combat. He would defeat the Dark One this time. Nothing would stop him. Running down the corridors, he noticed how the Jedi were running downstairs towards the entrance. They must have felt Jorus approaching and quickly prepared for battle. Soru wasn't so sure they would stand a chance against such a powerful foe. While they had prepared themselves for any unwelcome event, as Soru assumed looking at their calm faces which gave the impression they were ready for war, Jorus was more than ready to fight them, to slaughter them like animals as he had done with Riko and many others. Soru reached the entrance to the outpost, as fresh from his run as when he had just landed. There, he saw a tall wookiee Jedi telling a human female Jedi to go inside with him. Soru stared at the girl for a few seconds, admiring her slender form, her graceful face, her crystal-like eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever layed his eyes upon. He felt the immediate desire to touch her smooth cheeck, to hold her and caress her smooth hair. The young Jedi's eyes finally landed on her lips and began thinking about ....."wait" Soru thought. "I mustn't think about that now. Jorus is coming and I must protect my brethren from being slaughtered like Riko has been." Soru cleared his voice and spoke loudly enough to be heard by everyone who had arrived to protect their home. [shadow=purple,left,000]Everyone, get back. None of you stand a chance against this warrior.[/shadow] At this, a tall human Jedi Master cried in complain, stopping Soru from completing his speech. And what makes you think you are?Soru smirked at this reply. He had many reasons to think he was a match for Jorus. [shadow=purple,left,000]I have fought him already.[/shadow] At this, the Jedi who had gathered ready for battle backed away from the young Padawan, who had the air of sudden determination and readiness rarely seen in even the most fierce Jedi combatants. At that instant, everyone knew Soru was going to fight or do nothing.
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Post by Starlett on Mar 19, 2005 9:12:55 GMT -5
Shaye turned immidaiatly to see this young Jedi who burst in with confidence..with energy she had never felt before.
Her eyes locked on his...a soft smile came to her face, even amidst the chaos. He was attractive,tall, muscular,he had amazing eyes...and there was something about him that immidiatly compelled her..it was almost breathtaking..he was...the most handsome man she'd ever seen..she blinked..
She stepped forward to him and by his side quickly...
"I am Jedi Shay Marren..Master Kento sent me..I will fight with you and help in any way I can"
Her voice soft,yet direct and clear. She spoke with confidience and determination.
"There will be no Jedi slaughtered today or any other day from this moment on if I can help it"
Shaye gave him a reassurring quick smile and actived her Dark green saber...
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Post by AG on Mar 20, 2005 15:06:12 GMT -5
When the girl he had spotted earlier came closer to him, Soru felt himself going red as a street light. He had only just seen her and already, he was beginning to have feelings for her, or was it simply a crush? Soru was not sure, not knowing how he would call the feelings he was experiancing at this very moment for this girl, but he was sure of one thing. Close to her, he would lose focus and concentrate on her, imagining himself with her, holding each other, not about the current task at hand, or in fact anything going on around them, simply being together and holding each other until the end of their days.
[shadow=purple,left,000]Jedi Marren, I don't think we will be able to fight together against Jorus. I am afraid I will lose my concentration on the enemy.[/shadow]
Soru couldn't bring himself to tell her why he would lose focus, too embarassed to tell the truth. Having lived in seclusion from the outside galaxy, Soru didn't have that spark to hold a confident aura around a girl he liked, not that he ever thought he would find a girl he liked. "Life is just full of surprises, isn't it?"
Before Shaye could respond, a dark figure emerged seemingly from nowhere, his face covered by the dark shadow of his hood, the shadow of the Dark Side. Jorus then revealed his face and gasps spread throughout the entire entrance hall as the Jedi thought they saw Riko Fultyre fallen to darkness. How wrong they were. Anyoone who had known Riko, spoke to him, taught by him, would know that the legend would never fall to such a self-destructive side of the Force. Even Shaye seemed to be backing off in disbelief, feeling betrayed by the actions of a former Grand Master. Soru had to act to save Riko's legacy. It struck Soru how this vile creature could be destroying Riko even after the Jedi was dead and decaying.
[shadow=purple,left,000]Jedi, that is not Riko Fultyre. That is his twin brother and murderer, Jorus Valok. He is here to kill you all.[/shadow]
Jorus stared at the young Jedi with awe, not believing that his distant fears were actually true. How had the Jedi know he would come here? Why had he followed him? Alone, Jorus could defeat him, but with the help of so many Jedi, Jorus was not sure he could handle the boy.
[shadow=maroon,left,000]Quite right, young Jedi. I was afraid I'd find you here. You have to follow me wherever I go, don't you?[/shadow]
Soru smirked. Didn't the Dark One realize Soru would follow his to the death?
[shadow=purple,left,000]I will follow you down to the gates of hell if necessary. I will not rest easy until I know you are dead.[/shadow]
With that, Soru charged at the Sith like rolling thunder, both his sabers to one side of his body as the slashed simultaneously towards the Sith, Hurricane for his knees and Shadowfax for his head. The peculiar thing about this attack was the converging pattern of the two swords, meaning that if they completed their swing, they would meet each other. Jorus was truly at loss on how to parry this attack. Soru surprised him every time with his unconventionality. "What to do?" Thought Jorus desperately.
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Post by Halcyon on Mar 20, 2005 16:06:51 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to any Garix waited nearby. He kept himself out of sight and disguisd in the Force. No one would be able to spot him. He kept his saber close at hand and saw what seemed to be a Jedi and a Sith. The Force radiated within the 2 of them. They were very powerful indeed.
He would enjoy watching the combatants. He watched as the young Padawan struck, and waited to see what the outcome of this battle would be.
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Post by Starlett on Mar 20, 2005 22:17:15 GMT -5
Shaye activated her saber..not sure why Soru said what he did to her..she knew she could not sit idly by and do nothing. She felt something ..stronger..a protectivness towards him..not just her usual Jedi compassion..she dove in after him... ::Soru..I will not leave you..we are in this..together::
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Post by AG on Mar 21, 2005 2:15:33 GMT -5
A vision in the Force suddenly showed Jorus what would happen if he tried to dodge the attack. If he backflipped with his body open, gliding freely through the air and the lightsabers, one of those weapons would eventually strike his foot and possibly severe it, given their converging course. Jorus could already feel the terrible pain from his foot should he try that course of action, but the Force showed him a better course, one he could tread without injury. Jorus instantly crouched and turned sidways to face a lunging Hurricane, his stolen crimson lightsaber held vertically in front of him as it clashed with the sea-green comet of Soru's sword. Shadowfax swung right over Jorus's head, missing it by centimeters. The burning heat of the blade raced through the cold wind as it flew past his hair. Now, Soru was the one in trouble. There was nothing to stop Jorus's lightsaber from cutting off Soru's knees now. With Hurricane blocked by the Bpfasshi's own sword and Shadowfax unable to swing back towards the Sith in fast enough, Jorus had the perfect opportunity to strike his enemy down. Soru could see this, and his Force-enhanced reflexes made him somersault to the side as Jorus began to swing his lightsaber towards where his knees were. As Soru jumped out of the way, Jorus got a clear view of the crowd watching the battle ensue, and was horrified to see a female Jedi charging at him like an armageddon flame, a dark green lightsaber in hand. Jorus jumped quickly, but her lightsaber struck him in his left thigh as she moved foward to stab Jorus, not having been able to jump fast enough. The Sith backflipped in mid air and crashed on the floor, a long, deep gash running down from his thigh all the way to his ankle, his foot now split in two. His worst fear had come true as pain seared like a cold icicle travelling down his spine, splitting it. A Jedi had indeed rushed to Soru's aid. Lying helplessly on the floor, Jorus could clearly sense disappointment from the young Padawan, but at the same time, relief that someone had come to help. Or was this female just another Jedi to him? For the Sith could sense warm feelings coming from the boy, and the same went for the girl's feeling towards Soru. Lovers? Small wonder why their movements worked in perfect tandom, however unconsciously. Without his leg, though, Jorus would be unable to continue his fight. So he waited for the worst to come, for Soru to strike him down.
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Post by AG on Mar 21, 2005 2:45:08 GMT -5
Soru stared down at the now helpless form of Jorus, lying on the floor as blood spread from his foot. A mere second ago, the Sith had him in his clutches. Now, thanks to the help a Jedi had given him, Jorus was permanently defeated by the Jedi. Now that he looked upon Riko's brother, Soru began to realize that he probably would not have been able to defeat Jorus alone, and was grateful for the help he had just received. In a way, however, Soru was also disappointed he could not have defeated Jorus alone, one on one, man to man, eye for eye. Things didn't always go as one expected, Jasufar had always told him, and so you must follow the path that the Force has layed out for you. This sentence could not have rang any truer in his mind now as he looked upon the brilliant features of the helper. It was Shaye. The will of the Force must have set his path and hers together. Now, Soru saw that he would travel his path with her at all times, that he would need her and she would need him. This couldn't have been simple coincidence. It was destiny. The event that just occured here was a demonstration of this. They belonged to each other. Slowly, Soru walked towards Shaye, feeling more and more warm towards her as he did.
[shadow=blue,left,000]Shaye, thank you. I don't think I could have done it without you.[/shadow]
As his eyes locked upon hers, Soru did not even realize how passionately he was looking at her at that very moment, imagining how wonderful it would be to travel the same path of destiny with her. In the short time they had known each other, Soru already thought of her as more than just a friend.
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