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Post by AG on Feb 13, 2006 15:18:06 GMT -5
The LAAT landed in the hangar of the Jedi Temple, back in its original resting place, descending like an majestic eagle returning from its hunt. Thia stepped out first as she was the closest to firm ground, as before, and Moroku emerged shortly after, having deactivated the ship and its engines. At last, a moment of rest and peace. The calm before the storm. Moroku liked to think of it that way. He would have to take full advantage of this moment to rest and meditate in order to regain his composure. Right now, he would never be able to fight properly. The day had been extremely long and only now had it begun to take its toll on the Jedi Master. Moroku regarded Thia and spoke.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]You go on and rest. I will do the same. If you need anything, feel free to ask. Your training will begin tomorrow.[/glow] Moroku then moved to his quarters, seeking his lng awaited rest.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 13, 2006 17:33:48 GMT -5
Thia smiled a little as she watched her Master walk to his quarters. She felt tired, yes. Good things take time. Great things happen all at once. That was what her father used to say. So true that was. Thia walked toward her own one-man star cruiser. She entered a code, and the cruiser revealed it's contents. Thia had constructed it, with some help from her father though, to work as a "mobile bedroom", for those long, cold nights on Rhen Var. She smiled still, thinking of that there would probably not be anymore lonely cold nights. She felt a kind off sadness while thinking off it, but the happiness conquered it fast. She cuddled herself together in the tiny space-cruiser, and fell to sleep.
It was broad day. Thia was walking with her father in the Jedi Temple when she suddenly, out of nowhere heard a voice, calling for her father. The voice was dark and discomforting. Thia's father turned to her, and Thia could tell from the look in his eyes, that he had heard the voice too.
[glow=brown,2,300]I have to go, only for a short while. I will come back, then we can finish walking.[/glow]
Her father hesitated, she could see that, and Thia pleaded him not to live.
[glow=brown,2,300]Please Thia. When I come back, you and I will walk much faster.[/glow]
She watched as his father stepped away from her, and got swallowed by the dark night that had suddenly come from nowhere. Thia had a blaster in his hand, and wasn't wearing the white robes anymore. She had some kind off darker clothing. She was walking steadily toward an obviously wounded man, with hatred in his heart. Thia could see he was a Dark Jedi, and lifted her blaster to his head. The person lifted his head, watching into the barrel of the blaster. Thia jumped when she saw who the man in the cloak was. Her hand started shaking, but her blaster was pointing toward his face.
[glow=navy,2,300]Dad?...[/glow]
[glow=brown,2,300]I hate you! It was for her own good![/glow]
His voice was darker than Thia had heard before, and she felt her hand squeeze the trigger, though she fought it the best she could. But there was no use. The father fell to the ground, rotting, so everything became dark.
Thia gasped, rising up so fast that she almost knocked her head in the cockpit window above her.
It was just a dream.
She was breathing heavily and sweating.
It was just a dream.
She reassured herself, though she were not entirely sure. She was breathing steadier now. She laid her head down on her improvised bed. She fell asleep at once.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 16, 2006 3:41:30 GMT -5
Thia waked up with a strange feeling. She felt as if a knot tied in her stomack. And it was not just the dream. Without telling her Master, Thia decided to take a fast visit into her home; she could pick up her father's light saber, and use it for the later training.
She hoped Master Moroku would not notice her short disappearence.
Her small cruised started hover, and took of from the Jedi Temple.
**move Thia to Thia's apartment**
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 16, 2006 6:40:41 GMT -5
Thia landed at the spot as she had stood when she left. There haven't gone much time. She had been quick, just as she promised herself. She put her father's sword in the sleeve of her robe. She were going to show Master Moroku that she had a real blade to train with, if that should be required. She had no intentions though, to use it without his permission.
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Post by AG on Feb 16, 2006 16:24:45 GMT -5
Moroku was ready for the final confrontation against the True Sith now. Everything was in place. All they had to do was to wait for the enemy to arrive. The 5 landers were in plain sight now, heading for different parts of the temple. From their current standpoint, it would seem the Sith would surround the Jedi. Their adversaries, individually, were incredibly powerful, but with the preparations Moroku had set up, the Jedi could easily pick them out with one move. While Narhalus had a good idea to attack different locations of the great city-planet, his tactics for taking over were not exceptionally impressive. Moroku had to admit it. The Dark Lord of Anger had made it too easy for him.
Four of the drop-ships landed in front of each of the four entrences while the last one landed on top, on the veranda of the central spire. Apparently, there were five Sith for each drop ship. Perhaps this was easier than the Jedi Master had expected. Twenty of them would be easily taken care of. The other five would not be a problem. Larkos, before his formal training under Riko had begun, had managed to take out five of them. These ones might very well be more prepared this time, but they were not facing one Padawan, but various Jedi Masters, seasoned in combat and wise in the ways of the Force. This would be an easy battle. It was, after all, a distraction. Most of the fighting would be at the Church of St. Lorthias. After finishing here, Moroku would head there to help.
The Sith ran for the entrances, 5 climbing each staircase as the 5 above entered the temple itself. They would find nobody there. As soon as the Sith below entered, light shone as brightly as an exploding supernova, completely blinding the True Sith. Moroku had taken advantage of their greatest weakness. The Nosferatu were extremely sensitive to light, and the Jedi Master had set up giant lightposts just behind the entrance. Instantly, the Nosferatu fell to the ground, clutching their eyes in pain, blood squrting and oozing out of their sockets and trailing down their hands. This was the moment to strike. Upon Moroku's order, the Jedi attacked, striking the Sith down while they were weak. t was unorthodox, but a defensive measure which was neccessary. This was how Moroku intended to fight the war. Let them attack, and let the fall on their own knees.
Now, only five were left to face against the 50 Jedi stationed to defend the temple. This was the number of Jedi available. Many of them had died bravely during the war, while others were performing various missions and assignments on other far flung worlds, but Moroku had made sure this would be enough. upon his command, the Jedi headed for the central spire of the Jedi temple.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 16, 2006 17:35:30 GMT -5
Thia followed proudly in her Master's footsteps. She had not told her Master about the saber yet, but for all she knew, he knew about it allready. Seeing the seriousness of the matter, Thia understood what her role in the battle would be.
I will defend the Temple by any means necessary.
Somehow she wondered what her father would have done if he were in her situation. Her guess was that he would choose to stand by and fight the Sith-scum. And so should her choice be.
A perfect chance to show my Master what I am good for.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 16, 2006 18:02:20 GMT -5
Wendom's ship was heavily damaged. Where did those missiles come from? When Wendom had left the planet of Coruscant earlier, it was all quiet and dull as usual. Now, when Wendom had returned to Coruscant, it was suddenly swarming with battle fleets up there. Had it not been for his cloaking device, there would neither have been a Wendom nor a Cloak. But Wendom had not time to think about how lucky he was, he was more concerned of how lucky he had to be now. The Cloak, having lost one of it's engines, and critical equipment, was now on it's way straight down, and Wendom could barely control the ship. He looked down beneath him. More fighting? This weren't one of Wendom's better days, obviously, landing in the middle of a warzone. His current destination also confirmed that fact: The Jedi Temple? Damn! Wendom soon realized that any other platform was to far away and to risky to land on ,so he chose to land on the Jedi Temple platform. To much of his regret.
The ship crashed into the platform, sliding across it, sparks sprouting from underneath it, before it stopped.
Wendom stumbled out of his ship, dizzy. He noticed soon that flying with one eye were somehow different than with two eyes. He shook his head, trying to maintain his balance after the impact.
[glow=red,2,300]I don't know what war you guys are fighting, but it won't be fun without me.[/glow]
Two clone troopers ran toward him, aiming their guns at him.
[glow=white,2,300]Freeze! Hold your ground![/glow]
This was obviously the 501st Guard, the protectors of the Temple. Wendom stretched his one arm toward the trooper, pushing him away with the force. The other shot at Wendom, and Wendom spun anti-clockwise, while at the same time time launching Vengeance into his hand, and parried the shot and then incapacited the soldier's weapon by slicing it in two. The soldier walked backwards and tried to get out his blaster while Wendom walked slowly toward him, before cutting his head off. The laser grew back into Wendom's sword, and he placed it in the saber launcher.
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Post by AG on Feb 20, 2006 15:20:56 GMT -5
They reached the top of the central spire, and the True Sith were waiting there. All five stood in a large circle spanning the entire room, facing the fifty Jedi now entering, led by Moroku and his new apprentice, Thia. Victory was theirs. The Sith were now surrounded, but Moroku noticed something strange. The Sith seemed to be bustling with confidence, as if fifty Jedi as well as Moroku were no problem at all. They stood there like statues, seemingly unbreakable, confident. Of course, they were immortal, but they still could be beaten. The odds were that with ten times the number of Jedi, they would go down eventually.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]Lay down your weapons. You are surrounded.[/glow] It was then that the most unexpected event occurred. Moroku had heard many theories about bad luck. He had heard one particular theory which said that if anything could go wrong, it would go wrong. This might just have been one of those days. Each Sith suddenly multiplied by 10, totalling 50 True Sith. Now, the odds seemed to have been evened out. Moroku forgot that these were not just nosferatu, but Ninjaii. This was the Ninjaii duplication technique. All this time in wait, the Sith had been focusing on executing this move. Now, equal in numbers, Moroku wondered how they were going to win so easily.
[glow=limegreen,2,300]I think we're in trouble.[/glow]
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 20, 2006 16:56:50 GMT -5
Thia was stunned by the True Siths' performance. Her head went from the one to the other of the Siths, and she did not know what to focus her mind on. She drawed her breath, closing her eyes while doing it. [glow=yellow,2,300]Let free your inner soul. Let it guide you in the force.[/glow]It was Thia's father speaking, in Thia's mind. She was thinking back to his teachings, in the Temple ruins of the peaceful planet of Rhen Var.
Slowly Thia lifted her arm up in the air, before she, in a sudden move, threw it down, the Dragon gliding out of her sleeve into her hand. She did not see Master Moroku's reaction, or if he even saw the saber she was now handling. Thia placed her other hand on the saber. Her mind was made up. Now or never. Thia leant back, supporting her body on her rear leg, leaving her other leg stiff, as it lead down to the ground. She now moved her arms, currently hanging loosely down her shoulders, behind her head before they ended up over her head, the saber's muzzle pointing towards the opponents. Her eyes was focused on them, as were probably the eyes of all the Jedi's at the scene. She breathed steadily, waiting like a panther in a tree, for her pray to do the first move, so she could ignite her saber. Death. Is. Inevitable.
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Post by AG on Feb 22, 2006 7:26:09 GMT -5
Another ship landed in the main hangar bay. The place was desolate, like a desert or a mountain range in Geonosis. It slowly descended onto the permacrete floor to caress its smooth tiles like a soft kiss. The cockpit opened to reveal a man in dark robes and face hidden underneath its hood. Tobias did not want to reveal himself too quickly. The battle outside raging like a storm was grand. The Jedi were surprisingly holding their own against these new opponents. Tobias was impressed. Each and every one of these Sith were as strong as his brother and former apprentice, Darth Skurai. Tobias had trained him as best as he possibly could, but he was arrogant and blind. That had caused his death. It was his fault and he was also weak. As an apprentice, Tobias did not regret his death. As a brother, however, he looked for revenge.
Reaching the hangar, he spotted a man weilding strange devices on each of his arms and, more noticably, was missing one eye. Several clone troopers lay dead about him. He must have been a bounty hunter if he killed Clone Soldiers. After all, Clones were efficient in what they did. Tobias would not underestimate them if they teamed up in groups against him. This man was obviously a skilled warrior, and whatever those weapons were, they proved effective in their purpose. Another challenge would not displease Tobias. Activating his twin sabers, Jade and Thunder, holding Jade in his right and Thunder in his left, he lifted the garments of the Force and placed them upon him, possessing them, free to do whatever he wished with it, and instantly saw that this hunter was beyond the ordinary. He was strong in the Dark Side. Perhaps that would also explain his strength.
[glow=black,2,000]You must be a bounty hunter, but I never imagined there would be hunters sensitive to the Force. Wouldn't your abilities be put to better use serving me?[/glow]
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 22, 2006 10:17:18 GMT -5
Wendom turned around, facing the man in the black robes. Wendom gave out a laugh to reply what the man had offered.
[glow=red,2,300]Well, well. So who are this cripple, standing in front of me, giving out offers and suggestions of what I should do?[/glow]
Suddenly Wendom turned serious. He had blamed not only the Jedi he had fought against for losing his eye, but also Nih, and his two targets for getting him into the fight. Nih was down. If Wendom was lucky, so was the Jedi. In Wendom's mind, currently twisted and blinded by hatred, the man's offer could only mean one thing.
[glow=red,2,300]That trick does not bite on me, Jedi. Not that foolish disguise either.[/glow]
However dark influence the man standing opposite Wendom had on the Force, Wendom was convinced this was a trick. Losing an eye. Getting paranoia.
[glow=red,2,300]You must be Riko? Or is it Larkos? Look into my face and see what your Jediscum friend did too me. Now, I will take an eye from you as payback.[/glow]
Wendom spat out the last words, and his launchers was yet again triggered, his sabers coming into his hands, activating themselves. The hum of the sabers was like giant bees in Wendom's head, stinging him, pressuring his brain. Wendom had now focused all his anger onto this enemy, and saw nothing else, neither did he hear anything. He was now swallowed by the cloak of hatred, and he held his sabers so hard that blood dripped from his shaking hands.
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Post by Halcyon on Feb 22, 2006 10:28:07 GMT -5
OOC: OHHH!!! I never get to ref, I call this battle. I'll post it after your next turn.
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Post by AG on Feb 22, 2006 10:32:00 GMT -5
Tobias began to laugh like a maniac, as if he had gone mental with power. How many fools where there in this galaxy? It almost looked as if he were running into every fool in the universe. Perhaps it was his destiny to rid the galaxy of these weaklings. However foolish this man was, he was still quite amusing. e would enjoy killing this one, not in the same way he enjoyed that Dark Jedi on Korribban. This would offer him gags, not the joy of fighting. When lightsabers shot out of the strange devices on his wrists, it only confirmed his original thoughts about the man. He really was sensitive to the Force. He didn-t want to waste time with this one, but when he mentioned Riko, Tobias also went dead serious.
[glow=black,2,000]I am not Riko, you insolent brat. I am Tobias Kaston, and Riko is my enemy. I search him to avenge my brother. I am guessing you are a bounty hunter. Well, my dear hunter, if you are looking for him, I cannot allow you to reach him first. I will kill Riko, and all of those who stand in my way. At this moment, you stand in my way. I will end your life. Go on, bounty hunter. You may have the first move.[/glow]
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 22, 2006 13:17:00 GMT -5
But Wendom heard nothing but the hum of his sabers, the shouting voices inside his head, calling to Wendom to attack the scum standing in front of him.
Riko, Larkos, Riko, Larkos.
Wendom wondered who of the two this could be? Was this yet another Jedi sent by them to protect themselves. Wendom did not really care. One more kill on his list, one more out of the way. When he had the 15 million credits in his hands, he would be glad. No matter how many Jedis he had to encounter, he knew he would be superior. He was, despite everything, a Sith.
Wendom loosened the grip on his sabers, spun them around once to get a better grip, and then he drove each of the sabers toward the opponent, from both sides.
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Post by Halcyon on Feb 22, 2006 15:26:30 GMT -5
Round 1/4
AG Detail: 4/5 Effort: 3/5 Fairness: 5/5 Comments: The insane laughter was a nice touch. Maniacs always are the best characters to RP. You could have gone into more detail and effort. I know the first posts are always a pain in the butt especially when you have very little to work with, but still I've seen way better from you.
Wendom Detail: 3/5 Effort: 2/5 Fairness: 5/5 Comments: It really doesn't look like you're even trying. Try and expand on the detail somewhat and remember you don't have to divide every idea into seperate little paragraphs it makes for better reading if you try and keep it in 2 decent-sized paragraphs rather than 4 really small ones.
AG:12 Wendom:10
AG's edit: Thanks for giving me a better score than Wendom, but the reason I put very little effort into the post is because Wendom wants his eyeless character to die, so I gave him the chance. This was never meant to be a reffed fight. Sorry if this sounds like bad news to you. I didn't notice your first post, and so didn't realize you were gonna do this. I see you want to ref a battle and it sounds like bad news. You can ref next time though. Promise.
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Post by AG on Feb 22, 2006 17:00:02 GMT -5
The battle was nothing like what he had expected. There were really only five True Sith, but there were ten times that amount now because of their illusive powers now. Equally numbered, the Jedi were clearly outmatched. One True Sith was more powerful than an ordinary Jedi. This was highly unexpected. Perhaps Narhalus hadn't been so stupid after all. He wasn't counting on his strategy to win by itself, but formulated a plan which would maximize the power of each individual True Sith. Truly admirable. Now, the Jedi were outmanned and outgunned. Within minutes, only 12 True Sith had gone down, leaving 38 Sith to face 20 Jedi. Somthing had to be done, fast.
Moroku fought as hard as he could, harder and better than he'd ever fought in his entire life. This was still not enough. Maybe a little more room to play with would do them good. Quickly, he disengaged from a battle against one of the disciples of Lorthias, leaping away smoothly like a dove breaking the skies and spreading its wings for flight, landing near the Veranda and trying to lead his opponents away from the area of battle. When he looked down, he found that some other Sith were down below at the foot of the tower, kneeling to plant something, but what? When he heard some soft beep from the hundreds of stories that separated him from those below, he suddenly realized. He turned around fast to call out to his peers.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]Jedi![/glow] But it was too late. The bombs had blown, and the tower began to crumble beneath their feet.
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Post by Phoenix on Feb 23, 2006 16:28:00 GMT -5
Kalo flipped over a true sith with lightning speed, landed behind and brutally pummled his back with a powerful elbow to his spine, temporarly paralysing him. However, Kalo's blade proved invaluable as the fan of energy that was his lightsaber danced in and out of various collisions. Combined with his fancy footwork and powerful swings and strides, the True sith found it quite a challenge to combat against him. He himself had to admit that the energy between him and many of the sith was immense. Kalo turned to his right and tangled blades savagely with a nearby sith, the expression on the sith's face was fierce and determined, a look he had become immune to over the years. He kept his grace and calm and delivered a spectacular aerobic spin kick to the sith's head, knocking him to the floor. Kalo followed his spin into a roll on to the ground and swiped towards the sith's legs behind him as the other fell to the ground, severing them clean off. He flipped back onto his feet and peered around, the others were locked in combat. He spotted Moroku fending off a couple of sith and charged foward to lend his aid. However, his efforts were in vain as the very ground that he stood on began to gave way, everything crumbled around him and the last thing he saw was the sight of his fellow cohort, Moroku.
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Post by Halcyon on Feb 23, 2006 16:36:59 GMT -5
OOC: Aw, I never get to ref. Now I feel like I need to go pick on a noob. I guess it's time to pull Keiran out of storage.
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Post by AG on Feb 23, 2006 18:10:05 GMT -5
OOC: Stef, you seem to be missing one thing. You killed none of the people you struck. The are Nosferatu. They will regenerate quickly. Correct me if I'm wrong.
IC: As the spire fell, shattered to dust and smoldering debris, Moroku abandoned himself, giving himself to the Force, trusting its threads were strong enough to support him, to lead him to safety, letting its waves carry him to the shore in one piece. Moroku knew the Force was strong with him, and it was a powerful ally, a friend to trust in the most desperate times. This was one such time. They were outnumbered and overpowered. The Sith truly were more powerful, and Moroku had made a grave mistake. He should have set up lamps in the temple spire as well, but it was too late. Moroku abandoned himself completely to the Force, and let the Force decide his fate here and now.
As he descended down to the roof of the temple where the five spires, now four, stood tall and proud, the Force cushioned his fall, pushing Moroku softly upward, but not strong enough to make the Jedi Master rise in the air. Moroku was not connected to the Force to such an extent. Nobody was technically, and Moroku landed with a light thud on the ground, as did the remaining Jedi and the Sith. Moroku was glad to see Kalo was among the remaining few. This battle was obviously lost now, but Moroku did not mind. Should the battle be lost, Moroku would become One with the Force, and he would be at peace. But, by the will of the Force, it was obvious the Jedi were not destined to die here and now. Seemingly out of nowhere, a battered Corellian freighter, clearly an older model, flew overhead faster than any cargo ship Moroku ever saw. No freighter could fly so fast, and so smoothly. It looked like an overgrown A-wing interceptor, the fastest starfighters in existance.
Laserfire rained down upon the unsuspecting adversaries of the Jedi, concussion missles shooting down and blowing like thunder upon the ground, usually descimating more than one Sith at a time, and the laserfire was aimed so perfectly Moroku was certain that if this was not a Jedi, then it had to be someone sensitive to the Force. The aim was too perfect. Normally, fire like that could kill friend and foe alike, but not now. This was truly unbelievable. As the ship flew overhead, Moroku could have sworn he heard the man at the gunport.
Yaahoooooo!!!!
At the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon, the Bothan pilot smiled in similar joy to that felt by his happy-go-lucky friend. They could hardly believe they were turning the tide of the war. Little did they now that as the shot down the True Sith, their numbers fell drastically, and by the time the legendary cargo ship flew off to help in another area of battle, only 6 True Sith were left to face 20 Jedi. The tide had truly turned, and Moroku was now more confident than ever.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 23, 2006 20:20:09 GMT -5
Thia tried to rise up, clumsily. If it had not been for Moroku shouting out in the last minute about something she did not catch, she would probably have been dead by now. As Thia stumbled back onto her feet, slightly dizzy after the fall, she felt a sudden wave of emotions, as if someone had turned a switch in her head. She looked upon the now 5-6 Siths that was standing a further distance away with a determined look. Thia pointed her hand with the saber in backwards, and knelt down, supporting her body with her hand. Without taking her eyes off the Nosferatu, she illuminated her lightsaber, and the Dragon spewed out a red flame with a short hum. Thia did not notice the obscure color. In a foolhardy move, Thia leaped toward the closest Nosferatu, and as their sabers met Thia felt the cold dark anger spread in her soul, as blood spread in water. The Nosferatu was the shark that smelled the blood. Thia, with somewhat fear of these emotions, hesitated for less than a second, allowing the Nosferatu to attack. Thia blocked the attacked just a little too late, and experienced flying and hitting a wall, knocking the breath out of her. As she got on her legs once again, she now remembered and understood the true meaning of her fathers words.
[glow=yellow,2,300]Let your soul guide you.[/glow]
So she let the darkness spread in her soul, and an aggressive look came into her eyes. She rose her saber to attack once again, the only thing that may could stop her being her own father or her Master. So intent was she on destroying the threath.
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