Jedi Out Post.

[Seth]

Round 2 of 4

AG
Effort: 9/10
Fairness: 10/10
Detail: 8/10
Coolness: 9/10
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Good lightsaber action, as well as a few good kicks. Good post.

Rozo
Effort: 9/10
Fairness: 10/10
Detail: 9/10
Coolness: 9/10
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Your character continues to take hits, and still has the strength to fight, very nice. You're also getting better at detail. Good post.

Total:
AG: 73
Rozo: 72

[AG]

Tobias felt his foot hitting something hard in mid-air, but it surely wasn't Rozo's back for he didn't hear the crack of bones one would hear as vertebrae began splitting and crumbling. His neck muscles tensed as he strained to look downwards, at least from Tobias's point of view, for he would actually be looking up. Surprised, he saw he indeed hadn't hit Rozo's back, but his face. The Jedi had moved to partially dodge his foot and ended up getting hit in the face instead. All the merrier. This battle would last even longer. After all, Tobias liked long fights. Battle was his nature, and he felt even better when it was against a Jedi worthy of falling to either Avenger or Nightclaw.

Tobias continued to twist freely in the air as skillfully as any acrobat could ever dream of, with precision and and grace beyond the norm, landing smoothly on his feet as he hit the ground. Rozo came next, falling straight on his back but getting up quickly and recovering his breath. Good. Tobias would have been disappointed if after his resisting the sharp stones from the roof, he wouldn't recover from a less harmful attack.

Rozo charged at Tobias like a lion jumping for his prey, his sea-green blade like an immense Tsunami wave. Great physical power, but Tobias couldn't help noticing his opponent's over-reliance to his blade. Nevertheless, Tobias had to be cautious now. He could tell that by simply parrying a slash with such awsome strength, he would fall to the ground as he lost his balance. In response, Tobias crouched, his feet moving away from each other, offering Tobias a greater space for his center of mass to move around. It would be difficult for him to fall now. He raised his right hand, holding Avenger, vertically over his shoulder to block the green flame of the Jedi's saber. Tobias felt a slight pressure on the left side of his body and especially on his right arm as he worked his wrist furiously, flexing their every tendon, gripping Avenger with almost mechanical strength and adding the weight of the Force to his parry to keep the enemy weapon at bay as the the lightsaber pressed its attack for that split second it clashed with Avenger in a shower of sparks.

Now Tobias had the advantage. With Rozo's blade locked with Avenger, the rest of the Jedi's body was relatively unprotected, giving Tobias the opportunity to strike at him. He could see an opening for his knees and swung Nightclaw in front of him, not aiming for the knees, but rather for his chest. If Tobias swung for where Rozo's knees were at that very moment, Rozo would be able to jump over the blade. If he swung high for his chest, Rozo would get hit in the knees anyway if he tried jumping, and so the blood-red flame of fury that was Nightclaw traveled in an arc movement for Rozo's chest with the speed and might of an armageddon flame.

[Rozo]

A bright, shimmering, whirring, intense red, the color of the roses on the lawn lit as the crimson blade came from underneath his body hoping to pull a finishing move. It wasn't only to his suprise that the blade swung, but also that it swung high for his chest. Knowing immediately that he couldn't dodge this attack physically, the force would have to aid him again this time. Rozo’s attunement to the Force had never been sharper. Every detail of the developing fight interlinked in his mind and directed him to the perfect strategy.

"Now!" He told himself,

The lancing emerald blade reflected the determination and endless sorrow in Rozo’s azure eyes. He examined its hilt, admiring the cold, cruel glint of durasteed and the deadly weight of it in his palm. But the dark side was strong in most people, one should not grow angry over another. One should have peace and tranquility at mind. But the Sith before him had probably never contemplated the true meaning of the Jedi Code. His thoughts were in turmoil, and he tightly clenched the lightsaber in his fists.

The young Jedi used a force push to have him lunged to the side and tumble gracefully along the crete to evade a blistering series of swings from the pair of lightsabers assaulting him relentlessly. Now he had took himself out the way of danger, he feared death even more since he would now have to make his move once again. The Force powered its way through his body with greater intensity and strength than ever before. Pain of so much force clearly etching into his features at fighting with the deadly Sith Lord. "You can't win, the dark side has never been stronger and it will not begin now. Half of our Jedi may have fell to your hand, but now numbers are multiplying just as more fallen Jedi fall to your side. We grow in numbers and in strength binding to the force,"

As those words noted in his brain, he rushed for the Sith Lord, His saber chopped to the left of his head, but then swinging in reverse to severe his right arm. He thought with a trick attack, he could catch the suprised Sith off guard, the force flowing throughout him channeling through his veins like fresh water in a current stream stronger then ever. It was scary, for once touched by the Dark Side, forever would it dominate your path and all that you were would be lost. Rozo knew he would never conjure the true essence or use the anger fueling inside of him to battle, it was the way of the Sith and the death of many who continued before that path. His gaze was sharp and clear, alert like a soldier at ready.

[AG]

OOC: Seth, I really need to get this going fast. Can you please ref quicker?

[Trizous]

Trizous lands on the suface of Ilum. Ilum was different of what Trizous expected, as soon as he walkd out of his ship he saw to be a light saber duel. They both seemed powerful in the force. This might be the chance to recive a new master

[Seth]

OOC: Sorry, I'm always out on the weekends.

Round 3 of 4-----
AG
Effort: 10/10
Fairness: 9/10
Detail: 9/10
Coolness: 8/10
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: Good job with the lightsaber action, and the effort you put into your post gave you a bonus point.

Rozo
Effort: 9/10
Fairness: 10/10
Detail: 9/10
Coolness: 10/10
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: I liked the way your Jedi views the force, as all true jedi should. Good job.

Total:
Ag: 110
Rozo: 110

[AG]

Impressive. That was the first word that came into Tobias's mind when the young Jedi instantly rocketed off the floor to the side, leaving a dent on the spot from which he had lept, avoiding the incendascent fire of Nightclaw just in time to avoid injury. Tobias was impressed with the skill this Jedi showed to him. He may have been an arrogant fool, but he wasn't to be underestimated. Up to this point, the two gladiators have proven to be equal in almost every aspect. But appearances can be decieving. Tobias was now done testing the Jedi. Now, he was going to show the Jedi what he truly was made of. The words that had escaped Rozo's mouth made Tobias furious, further enforcing his opinion that this Jedi needed a lesson he would never forget. The Jedi may have been multiplying as far as this foolish brat was concerned, but if that was the case, why was their vision so clouded by the black pall the Sith had cast across the entire galaxy? The Sith were multiplying at an even greater speed, making the Jedi's growing number irrevocably meaningless. The Jedi possesed the gifts of the Force. With that power, they could create life, but with that pawer came the ability to destroy it as well, the next level of power the Force offered, the power the Jedi stupidly refused. That was why the Sith were more powerful. They used the power of the Force to its full extent, and this Jedi was going to experiance this first-hand, was going to re-think all that he had learned about the Force, was going to stop believing in the foolish lies the Jedi had filled his brain with.

Satisfied by the demonstration of power the Jedi displayed, Tobias's turn had now come. As soon as Rozo disappeared in a flash as he Force-pushed himself out of Nightcalw's cutting range, Tobias's inertia had kept his body moving towards the right. He placed the palm of his right hand on the ground, Avenger still under the gloved hand as strong as iron, to stop himself from tumbling to the floor, his shoulder muscles flexing to hold his body upright as the quads of his right leg flexed a second later to push his lower body up into the air, adding the weight of the Force on that oush, flipping with his right hand on the ground as his legs moved smoothly through the air like quicksilver, and then land his feet on the floor gracefully, his right holding Avenger and his left gripping Nightclaw. The whole movement was so precise it looked as if Tobias had practiced it for years, like a choreographed dance move he couldn't do without. No more than a second later, Tobias was standing upright, the Force flowing through him in rivers, showing him every strength and weakness of all that surrounded him as if it were crystal. He could see the very inside of the Jedi's soul, sense the feelings that ran through him as if he were a painting depicting his character. He suddenly sensed where he was truly going to attack. He would swing his lightsaber high, as if readying a high thrust which would strike down to his head and split it in two parts. However, the lightsaber would continue swinging to the side and reverse direction instantly to try and severe Tobias's arm right off. The Sith opened his eyes and the feint had become all too clear to him as Rozo began to perform it for real. Tobias was on the move even before the sea-green flame reversed its direction, moving around Rozo's left flank as fast as lightning. The strange thing was that Tobias was floating centimeters off the ground, Force- Pushing himself constantly from his entire body, focusing as much as his mind would allow, his body almost parallel to the floor as the Jedi lightsaber missed his hair by a few millimeters. As Tobias floated through the air as an eel does in water, his whole body rotated 90°, his face turnig to see Rozo's back as both Nightclaw and Avenger travelled from above his head and straight for his back, both blades parallel as their blood red glow flashed like shooting lava towards Rozo's body.

[Rozo]

The air, despite being controlled was recycled by the cool minty ice air outside which was fresh and clear for the two combatants to breath in and out their worries. His attacked had been phased from with ease and the Sith Lord had no problems fading from it, but it wasn't a wonder that a Lord such as he could evade a pressing attack from an amount of effort such as the Jedi could offer at this moment, he was merely trying to taunt the Sith into escaping if he could get a hit on him, that way, he could return to Taris and retreat with most disturbing news. Whilst waiting for the sith to attack, some of Rozo's depleted energy suddenly restocked and his breath regained but only to sense the Sith had left his sight and escaped to the left of his position. The Sith gave a quick upthrust with both saber before landing peacefully and then lashed out with both of them equally parallel to the Jedi's body. Rozo stumbled, as the dark sensation struck him like a bolt of lightning and this could have been the mistake the cost him his own dear life, and thousands of others. The dark sensation serving as an equal to the attack the Sith had given out to him, but Rozo didn't fear and simply turned to his left to dodged the one saber, and strategeticly rolled toward the right of the Sith's onslaught. He looked down at the humming crimson blade that protruded from his side and turned to face the Sith once again. The echoing of the dark side rumbling throughout the force and through the young Jedi's feelings as a warning as to what the fallen path can serve you. A tingle through Rozo's spine drove the two to stop, as the two warriors took a glance at each other at the only pause in combat they had.

The features were similar to a Jedi of his own brethren, but the face that stared back at him carried a cold rage, a blind, unfeeling hatred that he could never have imagined ever seeing in the face of his freinds. It was a twisted, cold and heartless face, and it unnerved him, greatly, as he looked at the nightmarish apparition before him. He took a deep breath, reaching into the Force as deeply as he could, as he sought desperately to calm himself. The sound of their boots on the thick grating echoed around them as the two walked closer to each other, studying what was to become of the battle next. Battle plans sivved through his mind like sand running through the cracks of someone's fingers. It was clear what he had to do but confrontation was gladly worth contemplating on the Jedi's Half.

"I'll ask you once again, stand down, or I'll be forced to carry you out of this desolate place without your weapon."

His lightsaber flashed as he swung it from the left, creating a glowing arc of light, green haze as the weapon came close to the mid body of the Sith, but ultimately and suprisingly the Jedi span around just in time to bring his maneuver to the hands of the Sith lord, hoping to brush away both weapons and cleanly cut through his hands making him harmless. Rozo glared intently as his brilliant green blade whirling in perfect, symmetrical motion as he lashed out offensively at the hand. Finally he thought he had a chance to unarm the evil Sith that stood before him. Words ran crystal in his head and memory of his first lessons in the Jedi chambers, he thought back to those words as they gave him courage and hope where he needed it, he had something to look back on now. 'There is no death; there is the Force' These words were familiar to every great Jedi that ever lived, and he came to the conclusion that even if life passed him now, there still would be the Force in every segment of a Jedi being throughout the galaxy that held the Jedi together giving them hope and glory. Conflict is a fact of life in this galaxy for far too many beings, and no Jedi can hope to remain apart from it. But Jedi need not embrace conflict. They need not to show their capability and advertise their skills in combat, Just as the tainted Sith Lord whom stood infront of him did quite evidently. The attack came near as Rozo watched determined to see the outcome of his attack and his quick minded plan to cease the weapons from the Hands of the Sith Lord.

[Seth]

Round 4 of 4
****Final Round****

AG
Effort: 9/10
Fairness: 10/10
Detail: 9/10
Coolness: 10/10
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: The fact that your Sith constantly draws his power from the force makes him seem darker, and some how more evil. The part where he floats off the ground earned you the bonus point.

Rozo
Effort: 9/10
Fairness: 10/10
Detail: 10/10
Coolness: 10/10
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: Your Jedi constantly tries to get Ag's character to stand down. That is noble of you, and says a lot about your character. Your description of 'the cool minty ice air outside' earned you a bonus point.

Total:
Ag: 149
Rozo: 150

[AG]

Tobias Force Pushed himself backwards from his feet, leaving a dent on the ground from where he had lept. He was satisfied with today's fight. He had killed 13 Jedi, mamed two of them, and met one worthy of battle with him. Rozo was not a Jedi like all the others in terms of fighting and courage. He was certainly not a coward like the rest of them. Maybe, he would be able to survive against the impossible odds the Sith would throw their way. Today, Tobias may have been forced to retreat, but the Dark Side of the Force would strike down upon the Jedi with such might and power like a meteorite crashing down upon a planet, obliterating all that was upon it, and the Sith would rise again. That was where this Jedi was mistaken. Their fall was inevitable, and unlike the last time, they would not rise again, ever. The Dark Side will reign supreme, with or without him. His role in the galaxy was meaningless now. He had only come here to Ilum to kill the Jedi and was almost successful had it not been for this boy. It would be different for Kross. He would succeed were Tobias failed today. He had underestimated this boy, but he would not make the same mistake again.

The entrance to the outpost was right behind him now, leaving him a clear exit. There would be no dying for the Sith today.

[shadow=black,left,000]You may have won today, Jedi. But I promise, you will not live when next we meet.[/shadow]

A voice rang from behind him like a gong, warning sirens ringing like crazy in Tobias's mind. How was it possible he hadn't felt the presence of another Jedi in the vicinity? This did not look good for him now. Another Jedi right behind him, ready to strike him down as the sing of battle hummed from the twin blades glowing on either hand of the Jedi behind him.

[shadow=purple,left,000]I'm sorry to tell you he will not see you alive again.[/shadow]

Tobias turned around, his expression clearly showing the state of loss of his soul. He was dead for sure.

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Soru's spirit shined like a star in a sea of black darkness as he stood right behind the Sith. He could smell the stench of the Dark Side in him. It had twisted him in every way, so much that his physical prowess was taken down. Soru may not have a body adapted for strength, but he knew he could out-do this one in a match of pure physical power. As the Sith turned around, two lightsabers, blue and green in color, sheared right through his chest like white hot metal rods piercing through a wooden plank, burning it down to ash. The Sith stared at the blades and at the hands that held their hilts for a second before dropping down to the floor, dead. Soru stared at the body for a moment, gazing at it with contempt. His eyes turned towards the victims he had fell. Now, his soul burned with the desire to continue punish this being of hell further for his crimes, but suddenly remembered Jasufar's words, which he had sworn to hung upon at all times. "Your anger is the doorway to the Dark Side. With anger comes hatred, and with hatred comes power. Beware of that power, for once you possess it, it will possess you." Those words were as fresh to Soru as if they were clear water running down a stream. The young Jedi himself be that stream, calming himself and putting Shadowfax and Hurricane to sleep on either side of his hips. He saw only two Jedi still standing. One of them was a wookiee Jedi who did not remind of of Jasufar at the very least, cowering on the top of a flight of stairs which would have been looking marvulous had it not been for the rubble the Sith had left behind. Jasufar would never cower. Soru knew him to be one of the bravest Jedi. The other was the same human Jedi he had seen back at the temple. "So this was Rozo," thought Soru, happy to see he was still alive. Soru smiled at him as he walked towards the long haired Jedi.

[shadow=purple,left,000]It's good to see you are still alive. Master Fultyre was worried you might have died. Apparently, he was wrong for once, inless we came right on time.[/shadow]

Soru motioned to Shaye, staring at the bodies the fallen Sith had left behind.

[Rozo]

Rozo watched the corpses, they lay treacherously murdered in a world that remained to be, the afterlife. Unless any of the Jedi had survived the blazing attack struck upon them their was clearly no way that any of them would see the living again.

"Yes my freind, we shall speak in a minute. I have to make a call first meanwhile tend to the corpses and I'll call the temple using my comm." Rozo muttered.

He watched the Jedi tend to the dead bodies of many plagued heroes of their own calibur, he looked back at the comm on his belt, pulled it out and held it inches away from his mouth.

"Rozo to Jedi Temple via Taris do you copy? Good. I will be there as soon as possible, record and transmit this message to Master Kento and tell him something corruptive has overcame the Jedi Outpost on Ilum, Thank you."

Rozo stumbled over to the Jedi that approached him before, he carefully had a bleeding headache that erupted inside his skull, this lasted for only a few seconds. It had something to do with the corpse of so many dead beings in tact with his connection to the force. It was incredible pain stirking throughout his head within an instant it started, and within a second it vanished. His master taught him that such disturbances were possible when near a dead being that had a connection to the force in some way. He opened his eyes and looked back at the Jedi.

"We may continue..."

[Starlett]

Shaye went to Soru's side. She watched him deal with his inner conflict, and saw him once again, overcome it. She smiled slightly..

She stepped over to his side, resassurringly..

[AG]

OOC: Ummm, Rozo, I see how carefully you've read my posts all along. Soru is a Jedi and the wookie is an NPC I created and his name is Furok Mat. I'm gonna totally ignore your current post until you change it to a more suitable response to my Jedi character. Thank you.

IC: Soru waited for Rozo to reply but apparently, he had mistaken him for an enemy. It didn't make any sense to Soru. Why would he think he was here to kill him when he had in fact come to his rescue? Soru closed his eyes and concentrated hard, carefully exploring the greater realm of the Force, diving into its deep oceanic floor, seeing the connections it made between all the life forms around him like threads creating a garment. What he saw did not surprise him very much, but horrified him nonetheless, as if someone had placed an ice cube on the back of his neck and slid it down his spine, making him shiver with the icy coldness of what he saw. The bonds the Force had here were shattered in pieces, the garment it made ripped in little bits. Death reeked everywhere, and the evil the Sith he had just destroyed had spread like fire on oil, burning what was left of the vest. While the source of the evil was permanently gone, the evil itself remained. Or was it truly the fallen Sith's evil? As if in response to his doubts, Soru suddenly felt two Dark presences in the vicinity and another fast approaching. The latter was hatefully familiar and Soru could only wish it were the respectful and admirable aura of light of the late Master Fultyre's. Instead, it was Jorus Valok, coming to take the remaining Jedi out, to finish the job the Sith hadn't completed. Soru would be ready this time, ready to make Jorus pay the price of his crimes, to honor the memory of the only other person he had ever loved in his life. Riko was like the long lost father that had abandoned Soru all those 19 long years ago, and Jorus had taken him away. A tear ran down from his eye as this thought occured to him, but he mustn't dwell on it now. He must concentrate, be mindful of the present. Riko had always told him this, and Soru would remember his words as if they were made of pure gold. Opening his eyes as he exited his meditative trans, Soru climbed the grand staircase on which the Wookiee stood in fear. On his way, he noticed two Jedi sprawled on the ground, still alive but hanging on to their soul by a thread, the Living Force in them tipped on the edge of a knife. Soru instantly knelt down. One of them was a Weequay, the other a beautiful blue-skinned Twi'lek. The Weequay was the first to speak.

Jedi. We......are.......sorry......

Soru placed his right hand on his forhead, compassion flowing through his eyes, soothing his soul which was dangling precariously off a cliff. He wasn't going to die, but if he didn't receive any medical attention soon, he would fall like the rest of his companions. It was painful to think of how people risked death even after their potential killer was gone forever. Was this how far the Sith would go? Kill people even after demise? "Their hatred seemed to know no limits" thought Soru as he experainced their hatred now he had confronted them on the battlefield.

[shadow=purple,left,000]Don't be. You have fought as best you could, and I'm sure you have fought gallantly. What's your name?[/shadow]

The Weequay struggled to move his lips, his breath coming in short gasps as his life was slowly oozing its way out of him along with his blood. Soru was reminded once again he needed help fast, the reminder so painful it was as if it had punched straight across the face.

Horm.........Tirol

Soru smiled at him, as if reassuring him that everything would be alright, that everything would return as it was before.

[shadow=purple,left,000]Nice to meet you, Horm. Everything will be all right. Trust in the Force.[/shadow]

Soru was not experianced in giving lectures and teaching people to use the Force, but he used those words to console him, to try and give him a way to forget the pain until it was actually leveled. Soru turned to Shaye and Rozo, his eyes pleading them to offer some help.

[shadow=purple,left,000]Thay need medical attention quick.[/shadow]

A deep voice burst out nervously amid the hollowed halls of the outpost. Soru jumped at this but realized it was the Wookiee when he saw him. He had come down the stairs, no more afraid.

I can offer the help they need. I am a Jedi Healer.

Soru suddenly remembered how the Wookiee had been cowering above the stairs when he first saw him. Perhaps he didn't help the others and ran to save his own skin. The young Jedi's expression clearly showed his burning anger towards the Wookiee as it surfaced into his brain like a T'chuck ball under the water. Why hadn't he helped? If he had, there would have been more survivors. He was as guilty as the Sith Soru had destroyed just minutes ago. He deserved to die as much as the Sith if not more! His hands moved to the hilts of his sabers but stopped short, remembering again what Jasufar had told him about anger. He had to control himself, especially since more important tasks recquired his attention. Soru stood there, frozen.

I'm sorry if.....I......couldn't have helped defend the others. I wouldn't have.....made much.......difference.

Soru turned around without a word. He would speak to him later, when he would cool off a bit. Jorus was coming and Soru had to take care of him now, once and for all. Slowly, the young Jedi approached Shaye, placing his right hand on her shoulder as she gave him a warm smile, her eyes looking at him with passion. At that moment, though, love was clearly hidden deep within multiple sheets of blanket on Soru's own eyes, his eyes not those of a lover, but those of a battle-hardened warrior, the expression of determination and readiness only backing up his feelings, like a background scenery of a Holonet movie. Shaye had never seen those eyes in him before. It was clear Soru would be going down onto the battle field once more to confront his greatest enemies.

[shadow=purple,left,000]Shaye, you help Rozo and the Wookiee. I have to see something gravely important, alone. I don't want you to come because I am afraid you might get hurt.[/shadow]

Soru did not leave her any time to stammer a reply, walking out of the outpost with long and powerful strides and out into the lashing winds of the cold surface of Ilum. Soru did not feel colder as he stepped outside, though, for the evil inside the sanctuary wasn't any warmer than the cold of the snowstorm that blew upon his face, lifting his long hair from his head like leafs on a tree.

[Rozo]

"Yes...Soru," Were the words that sprang to his mind after colliding with the smell of dead bodies once again. Rozo was uncomfortable about lifting the bodies that lay on the ground beneath him, but grabbed the weequay's left leg, whilst the mistress grabbed his other. With a mighty pull the two of them lifted the Jedi warrior and walked towards the Wookie. Laying him down softly Rozo couldn't bear the cries and moans of the injured Jedi beneath his grasp. He wiped away tears that weren't even there as he looked back at the ceased freinds of his that lay on the floor in static - without motion. Rozo watched the wookie pull out some ailment form his right pocket, he placed it on a special flint and rubbed it softly amongst the grazes and major deep sores across the body of the Jedi, his work was remarkable as he took care of the body with so much respect and treated it with honor. Rozo attempted to divert the pain by smiling at the Jedi and talking to him in a chant like voice.

"The force will serve you as tender as you served itself, that is why so many dark souls tend to stray away from most healing powers when it comes to the force. You however are bonding, slowly, with the light which makes you able to heal in such a way. We, amongst anyone my freind are unique." He explained and looked back at the wookie.

He mouthed sudden words to the wookie, 'Is he going to make it?' The wookie smiled and gave a bark whilst nodding his head. He confirmed the Jedi as Rozo looked out into the snow, he couldn't see the Jedi and he had cleanly taken off for his unknown destination. Rozo looked at the female attendant and smiled at her.

"So, I take it you know Soru very well?"

[Starlett]

Shaye was disheartened taht she wasnt permitted to follow with Soru. She knew this was to him, a personal demon that he must face. She had much confidence in him and his skills that he would prevail. She still faught back the longing of wanting to be by his side to fight this enemy together...to give him encourgment,strength.

::Soru, my love, be safe.my force presense..it is with you. My very soul, is with you::

Shaye tended to the task before her..and tried to remain focused....

:: I should go..I should go to him...::

It played over and over in her mind...should she go and risk it all, or stay and feel helpless with Soru out there..

Shaye headed fo rthe doors...

[Rozo]

"Hey, no. He gave you orders to stay here with Furok and Horm, don't go against those orders."

He slowly walked towards her, staring at her in a way as if he were trying to figure out what was wrong with her and her emotion for Soru. No-wonder she had ignored his earlier questions about him, she'd gone mad over him and this was totally forbidden at this time and at this moment. It had been a while since Rozo had thought about love, but Jedi know that this only leads them down the path of caring for someone and putting your self in danger of the dark side just to help them. Having retorted her orders, he looked at her once again hoping she had some sense to come back like an intelligent lady that she could easily be.

EDIT: I had to edit this post 'cause it was really rushed and it looked rough, it's mostly better now though.

[Rozo]

The girl seemed hesitant to reach her freind, or even more, lover. It was far obvious that something was going to happen between them which was fine on Rozo's half. He moved back to the weequay and the wookie.

"Great news Rozo, he has recovered and is back on his feet. Although it will take days for this wound to totally heal."

Rozo nodded in confirmation, he had to now go and see Master Kento and the others about the recent happenings and yet tell them about the Sith Lord he had discovered. Whether they already knew was of no interest to him, he had to make sure they knew that the Sith Lord was still alive. Rozo steadily made his way to the weequay, having recovered from his injuries he looked a lot better and had regained his color again. Rozo held his hand out.

The weequay took his hand and smiled, he even understood basic and could reply in simple terms to Rozo. The weequay looked as if he was suffering from shock, having witnessed a Jedi Padawan stand off against a Sith Lord. Althought it had been a while since he was declared a Padawan and he would definetely have to move up a rank in the order now possibly knighthood.

Rozo walked towards the hangar, watching the crimson red sparkle glow amongst the ship and its surface. The ship had been designed beautifully by the correlian craftmen. Rozo entered the ship slightly but called back to the weequay and the wookie Furok.

"Are you coming back to the academy on Taris?" He asked.

"No, we will wait for Soru and Shaye to return, if they do." He replied.

Rozo nodded. "May the force, be with you." They shook their head in return. "No, with you too sir." Rozo smiled and admired their grand qualities, the sort of type the weequay were based on were mostly bounty hunting ferocious beasts. But these were different times now and the aliens had became mellow ever since the Empire had been destroyed. Hardly anyone knew of the Sith nower days. Rozo flipped ignition and a dense weight overcame the ship the ship took off for the planet Taris to the academy.

[Phoenix]

Taik gathered his things off the swoop bike and paced down a long corridor crammed togther with artifacts and stunning marble sculptures. Taik realised how important the sanctuaries were to the jedi, for if they ever fell to their enemies there would always be a safe area, where they would hide. Taik felt disappointed in the fact that the Korunnai were mostly force sensitive but somehow there still was no jedi group or sanctuary standing in the colourful forests. He paced further on just to stop as he entered the hangar. Two figures stood in the middle of the bay peering towards the fieighter, which had just sparkled to life and beemed off into the outer dark. He approached the two of them. While thinking about what to say he immediately decided to adress the wookie on his issue. Taik felt his ability to speak basic through his capabilty in the force. They swirved around and Taik unleashed his words nice and clearly.

[glow=Purple,2,300]Hi, my name's Taik Sagoon, from Haruun Kal. I've come to Ilum in search of training in the ways of the jedi and to gather pieces for my lightsaber. I was wondering, would you be able to aid me?[/glow]

Taik hoped that they would accept his proposal. If not then he would retrieve the parts by himself. It wouldn't be too hard, would it?

[AG]

Furok gazed at the Korrun curiously, studying him carefully to take in his features. It was the first time he actually saw a Korun and throughout his training, he always wanted to see one of them. Furok knew the great Jedi Master Mace Windu used to be one of them, and that made Furok all the more curious to know more about them. Looking at this newcomer, however, Furok was left slightly disappointed, for he simply looked like any other human except with a much darker shade on his skin. All in all, he wasn't any different from other humans he met before. Either way, Furok wouldn't hesitate to fulfill his requests,and cleared his throat before answering.

You can find pieces for constructing a lightsaber upstairs in the storage room. Would like me to take you?

Furok's voice radiated cheerfullness, for he had a good reason to be cheerful now. His friend, Horm Tirol, had fully healed along with the Twi'Lek who fought beside him. Their feet had been replaced by prosthetic parts, almost organic in design and perfect replacements for their original limbs.

[Phoenix]

Taik's wishes had been answered, he would be glad to commence his lightsaber construction as soon as possible, however, he didn't know his way about so he was forced to accept the Wookie's proposal.

[glow=Purple,2,300]That would be great, thank you[/glow]

The wookie nodded and walked out leaving him to follow. He slowly stepped behind the wookie and started to follow at a good speed until they reached the storage room. The gray doors coughed open as they flew to the side, obviously the sanctuary was in need of repares. Inside the large room they searched about the long columns, until finally retrieving them in a small metal cilinder container. Foruk handed him the equipment, which added up to be everything he needed in order to construct it. All that remained now was the crystal, which flourish the blade into a scorching hot beam to his disposal.

Taik placed the parts in his kit pack along with the metal container that held them. He gracefully thanked the wookie and left for the hangar once again. He hopped onto his swoop bike and headed off to the crystal caves. Directed by Foruk, he would retrieve his crystal and finally adding the finishing touch to his jedi weapon.


The grand caves stood routed into the ground by ancient aging. Taik leaned his bike agaisnt the sheer rock face and entered the pitch black mouth of the caves.