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Post by Phoenix on Feb 25, 2006 18:09:12 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks AG, I kinda forgot there, but I guess it doesn't matter since we all fell together.
IC: Kalo stumbled and tumbled downwards with the rest of the jedi and the True Sith. Pieces of rubbel collided against as the wind hurled them about as they fell to the roof of the jedi temple below. Another small piece of rubbel knocked into Kalo and forced his lightsaber from his grip. He searched around momentarily aiming to locate it and then through the eyes of the force, he summoned the tool to himself and held on tight as if it had grown tendons and had attached itself to his arm.
Blood trickled from where he had been struck, his eye saw red and the stars above in the night sky but then on the horizon, he sighted an agile moving bird of prey covered in metal, it's claws opened wide as it released a burst of fire. From the distance that the ship was firing, he would have expected jedi casualties but no the aim was perfect and there was no margin for error from what he can see. The ship then flew overhead and left them with a shortened number of opponents. Kalo peered below him and realised just how quickly the roof was approaching so he focused hard within the confines of the force and reawakened his warrior soul. Kalo backflipped and landed smoothly on the ground, the impact of the fall causing a slight tremble in his legs but he tensed them hard as he raised his hands to levitate the falling debris out of the way. He dropped them over in a secure area and ignited his blade, turning to the True sith he prepared to finally deliver the final stroke, this time killing them before they themselves were slaughtered.
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Post by AG on Feb 25, 2006 18:35:31 GMT -5
As the Millennium Falcon flew over the carnage they had caused, the Bothan pilot noticed that the body count had risen immensely. The Jedi shouldn't have too much of a problem now. Out of firing range, he heard the turbolasers had quited. Obviously, Hike couldn't get a clear shot from this distance, and they probably wouldn't have to get near anymore. Besides, they had already attracted too much attention. The best thing for them to do now would be to go and help the Jedi in another location. The pilot was very impressed by Hike's targeting skills. None of the Jedi had fallen as the flew by at incredible speed. He had no doubt now that Hike could, however distantly, touch the Force. He had the makings of a Jedi.
Hike, I don't think they need our help anymore. Let's go get some more frags near the senate. I see a bunch of them there.
An instant reply, as if automated by a computer, crackled through the comm.
Nice. Bring it on people! This baby's turning the tide of the war right now! Just like in the old days right?
It was true. The Millennium Falcon had done many great things in the past, and when the future seemed bleak, here it is again, turning the tides as if it were as simple as turning a switch to shine light into a dark room of death. Without further ado, the Bothan pilot lurched the ship forward, heading for the Senate buildings.
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Post by AG on Feb 26, 2006 15:23:51 GMT -5
Tobias had no doubt this man had lost all ptretext of common sense. As a bounty hunter, the young warrior must have come across a picture of his victim, as did Tobias. The mere fact that even though Tobias revealed his face by lowering his hood as the enemy approached like a flare of brilliant light being shot straight up into the darkness of the sky, the flaring light of the youth's soul engorging itself with the power of the night, the Sith Lord's new adversary did not stop when he saw his face. Tobias looked nithing like the Fultyres, and was not even related to them by blood. Only a fool could mistake Tobias for either Riko or Larkos. Clearly, this one was indeed a fool.
And the fool moved with great speed, burning with energy as his flare shown brightly within the darkness, highliting himself within the Dark Side of the Force as a power to be reckoned with, but unlike the flare, the darkness of the night was everywhere, and Tobias was not merely a part of the night. He was the darkness itself, he was that force which brought the night to life. He was the moon, and Tobias would outshine the flare of this youth, would teach him a lesson in the Force, a lesson he would remember with his death. He already spared one life today. He would not spare another. He wanted to kill now, want to enjoy the thrill of the hunt, wanted to enjoy a hard fight, struggle for his own life to make the experience all the more memorable.
When the young man launched his first attack, Tobias suddenly doubted he would enjoy this fight. The first strike was so easy to counter that it was almost a joke. He slashed with both sabers at the same time, focusing all of his momentum in this full frontal strike. With both arms slashing forward, the force of his right arm was directed to his left while the force of his left arm directed to the right. The two forces being equal, they completely cancelled each other out, and it would be difficult for him to turn around if Tobias leapt over him to strike from behind. He couldn't take advantage of momentum in this instance, and that was the chance Tobias had to bring his enemy down instantly. Just when the younger man slashed with both weapons simultaneously, Tobias leapt upwards, gripping the Force with all his might, engulfing himself within its power to control it as he willed, and used its power to strengthen his leap, spinning clockwise and flipping over the boy's head as he swung Thunder, held by his left hand, over his head to slice the boy's head right off of his neck, slashing just as his adversary ended his own attack.
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Post by Phoenix on Feb 27, 2006 17:17:46 GMT -5
Now the jedi had more than enough in numbers to exterminate the remainder of the True Sith but they would have to fight long and hard for there was no way that the True Sith were gonna give up so easily. So Kalo charged foward and swung horizontally across the True Sith from left to right with his right hand, the sonic edge of his blade leaving marks in the air wherever it went. As expected the True sith blocked it and countered with his own swing, Kalo predicted this through the force and ducked under the venomous tongue. He then sweeped the floor with the edge of his foot, aiming to knock his opponent to the floor with lightning speed, the dust from the recently collapsed tower gathering up as his foot sweeped. The True sith hopped over his attack and swung downwards hoping to slice him in two from head to toe but Kalo rolled to the side and rose with another swing from his blade, this time from the side of the leg to the waist. The attack seemed within moments of slicing the True sith in two but the powers of the Nosferatu and the Ninjaii combined allowed him to vanish into thin air and appear next to his side lunging in with his lightsaber. The tip of the red hot wand driving to pierce his side fortunately Kalo rose up further and span to the side, evading the attack. He then held his blade above his head angled downwards like a razor sharp wing arched and glowing, threatining it's opponent.
The True Sith gritted his teeth and dived in once again, the tip of his blade leading the attack. Kalo sidestepped and span to the side and swinging from below as he turned he swiped the sith's hands straight off. The True Sith gave a slight scream and tumbled to the floor before his hands regenerated before his eyes. The sith summoned his blade through the force, ignited it and launched a fury of attacks. Kalo let them come down on him like a hammer but he resisted with a combination of blocks and sidesteps. Finally the True Sith swung horizontally for his neck and instead of blocking he withdrew his blade, ducked and grabbed the sword hand of the sith, pulled it out slightly and equipped a vibro dagger from his utility belt and stabbed him twice in the chest cavity, piercing his black lungs. Kalo pushed the blade further in, burning away at the True Sith's skin. The Sith was in agony as the burns spread over his body, Kalo didn't want to watch him suffer but it was neccesary. Suddenly the True sith ignited into flames and became ash right in front of him. "That's one down, five to go" he thought to himself. He blossomed Trident from it's hilt and carried on the fight with the remainder of the True Sith.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 27, 2006 17:22:25 GMT -5
Wendom only just managed to turn around and meet his adverarie's saber, blocking his attack. However, the strike was to powerful, throwing Wendom's body on the ground, sliding away on the platform, before he hit the debris of his late Cloak. The knock Wendom had got by the wreck had woken him up, calmed him down someway. Not much, just enough to realize that the man he was fighting surely was not a Jedi. Black robe? That kind of fighting skills? How could I imagine something else. As Wendom rose from the ground, he also saw that the man was not having the scars that Riko nor Larkos was supposed to have. Never mind that. He would not be the first Sith Wendom had killed. And certainly not the first saber wielder. Wendom spat on the ground. His spit was red with his own blood. He looked up at the Sith.
[glow=red,2,300]Enjoy it while it lasts.[/glow]
Wendom took hold of his weapons once again. He threw the saber, as a boomerang, toward the opponent, at the same time as he ran towards him, preparing to cut the Sith in half, so the two attacks would come right after one another.
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Post by AG on Feb 28, 2006 4:35:13 GMT -5
Things were beginning to look good at last. Fewer Jedi were left compared to when the battle had begun, but thanks to the intervention of the abnormally fast Correllian freighter, the tides had turned. The battle here would be over soon, the Chancellor would be safe and the Clones had a more than adequate support against their enemies. The battle was theirs. Only the Church remained. While tired and fatigued, Moroku would personally make sure that the remaining Jedi here and those in the barracks would quickly reach the Church to provide further support to the biggest battle there. The Jedi Master was glad things were finally going to turn out well. Peace was now a hair's breath away. The war would be over soon. This revelation had brought a great smile upon his face, the first true smile Moroku had since being taken for Jedi Training by Hana Fisto. It felt like a new beginning lay in the horizon.
Another True Sith attacked from behind, lightsaber held to his right and pointing straight for the Jedi Master's back, retracted as if ready to launch and pierce right through Moroku's soft flesh. But the Force guided the Jedi Master's actions, its threads pulling and relaxing appropriately to make his movements precise, deliberate and economical, without wasting any time. The Force knew the Sith would strike. Connected to every being, object and the likes, the Force knew what would happen, and Moroku let the Force act through him, he let it have its way with his body. The Jedi Master spun, turning on the ball of his left foot in a 180° turn to face the Sith, stapping toward his left side and ready to swing Oxbow with all his strength as the Sith advanced, holding it horizontally behind his head, hilt at his right, and slashing with the strength of a lion from his right toward his left just before finshing his turn, taking advantage of the centrifugal force of his body to strengthen the blow, aiming to slice the enemy's brain in half. As the enemy saber extended, oxbow was already on the move, and the Sith had no time to parry the blow or dodge, and found himself liying on the floor, his forehead cut in half, dead. Moroku looked to find many Jedi taking on one True Sith easily. Three more were left.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 28, 2006 5:48:22 GMT -5
Thia leapt toward the True Sith in front of her, her anger boiling. Thia saw that the Sith saw the attack coming. She pretended to attack him from the side, cutting up his flesh, but in an incredibly fast move, too fast for a Jedi youngling as herself, she threw herself down on the ground, sliding between the Sith's legs, and jumped up so she landed on her feet. At the instant her feet touched the ground, she had burnt a deep, large stripe in the flesh of the Sith, making him shout out in anger. He quickly turned around, striking for Thia's head, but met her saber instead. As they stood there, forcing their sabers toward each other, she could notice the Sith's slick smile spreading across his face.
[glow=maroon,2,300]Anger. I like that.[/glow]
This statement only provoked Thia furthermore, as the intentions of the Sith truly were. She pushed away his saber, and fueled by her anger, she managed to cut the Sith's head off. As the body of the Sith fell slowly toward the ground, Thia was calming down. She was in shock now. The saber she was holding was humming calmly, and her eyes was fixed on the illuminated blade that she was holding. Red. She felt she swallowed, thinking about the people that used red sabers, and for what purpouse. The same kind of people as the one I struck down! Her hand was shaking as she deactivated the saber, and realizing she might have much to learn yet. She had killed this man in anger. That was not the Jedi way.
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Post by AG on Feb 28, 2006 9:32:58 GMT -5
Now Tobias was certain this man was off his rockers. Why would this man attack Tobias? It was Tobias who should have been rushing in with all guns blazing, but this man was driven by more than the simple pretext of duty. This one wanted to kill. His anger was budding like a red rose, thorns sprouting from its stem. The anger and the fury glorified him, made him strong, fast and focused. This was the true splendor of the Dark Side. But the rose had not sprouted yet. It was only a budding plant on the ground, still seeking to achieve its true beauty, its true power. He had much to learn. He was driven by his anger, but he lacked patience. He only wanted to kill. Nothing more. Tobias was patient. He would kill him, but he would take his time. He would do it slowly and painfully. This man, like the one he met on Korribban, still had much to learn.
The saber came at him in a fiery display of speed and power, like a boomerang shooting and arcing across the sky, the venomous glare of its blade approaching faster than the eye could follow to spread its burning poison throughout the Sith Lord's body. Tobias knew better. The boy had only thrown the lightsaber. He had not controlled it with the Force, guiding its path. Tobias did not need his eyes to see where the lightsaber was going either. With the power of the Force at hand, the Sith could see it easily, with the clarity and focus of a diamond. He saized it with the Force, as if the sword had hit an invisible wall, and crushed it to splinters, leaving small bits of metal and wires falling onto the ground, the red fire of the blade extinct.
With the Force, Tobias also saw the bounty hunter aproach him with the speed of a bullet, as if he had been launched by a gun, his remaining lightsaber held at his left and horizontally behind his back, ready to slash with all of his strength to cut him in half at his waist. Tobias was incredulous. How long was it going to take? What did Tobias have to do to make this boy play seriously? This attack, just like the previous one, was too simple. With only one lightsaber available, this was the chance Tobias had. A simple parry and a subsequent thrust would do. It was time to stop playing games, and to start taking this battle seriously, take it into his own hands. The hunter's weapon flashed like an explosion, bursting into a full swing for Tobias's right flank. The Sith Lord held Thunder at his right, pointing it down vertically towards the ground while simultaneuosly stab forward with with his left arm, Jade advancing toward his adversary in a collision course. With the young warrior and the fiery blade moving straight toward each other, the bounty hunter would have to be as fast as a god to manage to shift his momentum to either side and avoid receiving a whole that went straight through his neck.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Feb 28, 2006 13:25:31 GMT -5
The seconds were as hours when the blade went into Wendom's throat, and came out on the other side. He fell backward, the smell of burnt flesh leaping from his throat. His saber fell to the floor, and rolled under the wreck of his earlier ship, the two of them much similar now, none of them being to anyone's use. The spasms came instantly. Somehow, Wendom was still there, he had not left his body yet, he refused to let go, his anger pushing him further. But it was useless. He could not manage to move any part of the shaking body, and he could only feel a horrible pain, like his body was crushed slowly under a bulldozer. He was drooling, begging his soul to let go now, begging that the Sith would finish him off, end his pain here and now. Wendom had gone blind, and only heard a loud scream, sharp as a razor.
But he was still alive.
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Post by AG on Mar 1, 2006 3:52:19 GMT -5
OOC: Do you want me to kill him or what, Wendom?
IC: As Moroku engaged another True Sith, he let the Force guide him through this new battle, letting its waves carry him to the best course of action, relaxing his soul and letting go of everything, not caring about anything anymore and letting the Force take control of his being, letting it be a companion in his journey. Suddenly, as lightsabers met in the distinct flash of light and sound, sparks raining everywhere as the sabers slashed and circled in a fiery dance, like fireflies in the night buzzing softly in a grass medow, Moroku felt something. He looked to find Thia, swimming among the waves, letting her anger bring her power, pushing herself forth. She was fighting as a Sith would. No. She was a good girl. How could she do this? Had she learned her father's training?
The Jedi Master couldn't let those thoughts run into his mind right now. He had to focus, and his temporary distraction had almost cost him his life. Oxbow had slowed tenfold, and Moroku was left wide open for attack. The Sith had seen this and had taken advantage of it, like any warrior in his right mind would, but as the red blade of death neared him to stab his gut, a blue blade flashed right in front of the Jedi Master, batting the enemy blade down onto the ground. This Jedi had just saved his life. He would be forever thankful, but formalities would come later. They had a battle to win. Moroku only hoped Thia would make the right choice in this battle. She was on the verge of falling to the darkness, but Moroku knew she was better than that. She just had to be.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Mar 1, 2006 13:09:02 GMT -5
OOC: Go ahead, finish him off, AG.
IC: Thia had come back to her senses now, but she hesitated with using her saber, the red color disguisting her, and the moment the red blade came up, her questions did as well. She had told herself it had to be a trophy, or something in that alley, of a mighty foe. But Thia soon realized this was not the time to plunder about such things. She activated the blade, the unfriendly hum sounded as a snake, prepared to attack anyone touching it. And Thia was touching it. There were far too few Siths here to let them win now anyways. Thia would have to conquer her fear. But would she dare follow her soul again? It seemed there was a dark spot there, a venomous liquid, not poisoining only those she attacked, but also herself. She decided to let the other Jedis stand for the major part of the fighting against these Siths. She wondered what Moroku would tell her afterwards if he even saw her battle. Thia ran to assist the Jedis into what could only be an obvious victory.
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Post by AG on Mar 1, 2006 13:51:03 GMT -5
Tobias looked over the body, engaged in an endless fit of spasms. Only blind hatred and determination could have kept him alive for so long, his anger at losing to a man that to him was only another victim to finish off. Tobias smiled. This was pain. Not physical pain. This was emotional pain. He'd been humiliated by the Sith Lord, proved to be weaker than what he believed, denied victory when he was so close to achieving it. Tobias smiled broadly, grimly, miring at his own handiwork of death. Two enemies, more powerful than the average warrior, down in the span of a few hours. They both had learned their lesson, one quicker than the other.
[glow=black,2,000]You have made a good fight, but I must admit I have had better workouts before. Now, when it is too late and you are inevitably going to die, have you learned what real anger truly is. It is this anger which is keeping you alive right now. That is the true power of the Dark Side. If you hadn't been foolish enough to keep fighting, you would have made a powerful ally, but look at you. You are beyond repair. Killing you would be a mercy. As you have adequately told me, enjoy it while it lasts. HAHAHAHAHAHA[/glow] Tobias deactivated his blades and sat, turning to leave as the dark Jedi kept twitching on the ground, his grunts very weak as air entering his nose could no longer reach his empty lungs, a hole burned right through his trachea. In a few agonizing seconds that would seem hour upon hour, he would die. He kept twitching on the ground, trying to move toward the Sith Lord in vain, not willing to fall into the endless abyss of death alone, but it was too late. After the last most painful and most miserable seconds of life, the bounty hunter stopped, as still as a rag, dead. Tobias sheathed his weapons and turned to walk up to the central spire where most of the fighting was taking place, not looking back at his enemy for he knew he was dead. Riko was bound to be fighting upstairs.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Mar 1, 2006 14:54:18 GMT -5
A lone clone trooper jogged to the dead Sith body, his head severed from his body. The trooper had been watching the fight from a distance, and waited for Tobias finish off Wendom. The trooper looked at the two dead troopers on the ground. No point in checking on them. They were dead. Instead, the trooper knelt down beside Wendoms neck. Certainly no need to check the pulse on this one. The trooper took the necklace off of what used to be Wendom's neck. Holding the necklace with the one hand, the trooper took of the helmet with the other, tossing it onto the ground. But the face under the helmet was in no way similar to Jango Fett. Truth to be told, it was not similar to any man. The face belonged to an attractive young bountyhunter female, under the name "Rouge". She smiled confirmingly; the necklace was intact. Not even a scratch. Rogue put the necklace in the tactical belt of her stolen trooper uniform, and took the helmet on again. She took off him his two blasters and walked to pick up the one light saber laying a little further away. She looked around, spotting the other one as well, under the ship. She walked over to the wreck after picking up Vengeance and picked up Fear. After putting all the gathered weapons onto her belt, she picked up his head, and chuckled inside her. After a short walk, she was back at her ship, the Red Serpent. She jumped in, starting the engines, and took of from the Temple. She engaged her cloaking device and proceeded to Tatooine.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Mar 1, 2006 15:00:34 GMT -5
**move Rouge to Tatooine**
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Post by AG on Mar 1, 2006 15:15:39 GMT -5
It was done. The battle was over. All the Sith lay sprawled on the ground, their vital organs missing. Few Jedi had died this time given they had the ample opportunity of facing one in a group of 6 to seven. Moroku was glad not only for their vicotory here, but he rejoiced for the passing of the other Jedi. They had become one with the Force. Their spirits would continue to watch over the Jedi who now lived and would continue serving the Republic on the generations to come. But while the battle here was done, other battles were still raging. Most obviously, it was the battle in the Church of St. Lorthias. Moroku would make his way there soon. The other battle was within Thia.
The Jedi Master walked over to her, noticing that the blade, now sliding back to sleep into its respective hilt, was deep crimson in color, shining like blood. Moroku had been concerned for her, so much that he had almost lost his life. He would make sure he'd thank his Jedi saviour later. Thia was his first priority now. She was his respinsibility, and she had to learn. In a matter of seconds, he stood in front of her, his young face stern and rigid with discipline, the face he would adopt as a teacher toward a student who had done something wrong or disobeyed the mandate of the Jedi Code.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]Thia, I have sensed your anger in the battle. Don't you remember what your father has taught you? Hatred, anger and aggression are the Dark Side. You should not let them join you in a fight. I know how quickly they may come to you, and how seductive it is, but remember, once you start down the dark path, it will dominate your destiny forever, it will consume you. The Force is not a tool to use in your anger. Be patient and let the Force be your guide. Using it as a weapon exhausts you just like using any other weapon. If the Force is your guide, if you let it do the work for you as a friend, an ally, you will remain whole and focused. You do not need to fear death, for the Force does not die. Thia, heed my words. Do not strike in Anger, but let the Force be your ally.[/glow]
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Post by Destiny Sev'len on Mar 1, 2006 15:38:02 GMT -5
Lynn had sat in one of the classrooms for what seemed to be a lifetime. Explosions, so large, they caused the giant building to tremble striking fear into her heart. She could feel the pain those outside where going through. Each wound, each death, all felt like knives cutting into her soft flesh. Why was destruction and hatred looked upon as commonplace among man? she wondered to herself slowly rising from her seat. Fearful for her master's well being she decided to leave her haven. Things seemed to have calmed compared to early, and Lynn felt confident she could handle herself at this stage in the encounter.
The door opened quickly as her small frame entered the hallway. her hair glowed brightly against the lights as it flowed with her brisk walk. Vitae snapped into her right hand from her thigh just in case she would need it quickly. The corridors of the temple were eerily still and void of life. The only assurance she had of the destruction above was the force. she hurriedly made her way to the main hall, the sight was unspeakable. Lynn's left knee gave way causing her to stumble to the ground in anguish. she grasped her chest with one hand as if she too was now dying. The heart inside her beat at amazing speed as Lynn futilely attempted to gather herself and slow her breathing.
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Post by Veelo/Thia/Rouge on Mar 1, 2006 17:04:52 GMT -5
Thia swallowed, looking down on the ground, shameful. When Moroku had been done talking to her, her face turned up to his face, the expression telling him that she wanted to explain.
[glow=blue,2,300]Master, I did not even know I was capable of such a thing, I have never done such things before, I just...[/glow]
She stopped talking before her words started to stumbe in each other. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind, and tried again.
[glow=blue,2,300]I'm sorry, Master, it will not repeat itself.[/glow]
Again, she looked down at the ground. She hated herself for how she had let the Dark side tempt her. But that had to go for a while. There where other things to worry about now. After a moment of silence between the teacher and the student, Thia spoke again.
[glow=blue,2,300]Are we heading for the Church now?[/glow]
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Post by AG on Mar 1, 2006 17:51:10 GMT -5
the Jedi Master did not need the Force to let it reveal the true emotions of Valara. Her expression said everything Moroku needed to know. She truly was honest, and might have very well learned her lesson. She would only need to prove herself again. When the battle would be over, Moroku would take her to the training area and teach her more about the ways of the Jedi. She would need it. Apparently, Riko had been wrong about her. She did need training, but it was more to outdo what she felt, to defeat her anger. She was already capable, but needed to defeat her anger and her emotions, let go of her conscious self and be one with the Force. The Jedi Master smiled and laid his mechanical right hand over her left shoulder.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]I know, Thia. You know what is required of you. You only need to use that which you discovered here today, and you will be on the path of the Jedi. I also suggest you build a new lightsaber. I will need to take your father's and see if we can find a match in our databanks.[/glow] A moment of silence passed between Master and Apprentice, the information Moroku had given the young girl sinking in and being processed in her mind, until she spoke again, asking if they would head for the Church now. Moroku nodded to her.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]Yes. Master Caleb and Kross will need our help there. I can sense their distress now, and something else, something even darker than Lorthias.[/glow] Together with the remaining Jedi and Thia, Moroku headed for the hangar bay until, on the way to their destination, they encountered a Sith Lord. This one was not one of the True Sith under Lorthias's command. In the Force, Moroku could feel life in him, something absent in all of their other enemies. This one was independant.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]Who are you? What do you seek?[/glow] Tobias smiled at the Jedi. He'd never met him before, and he did not seem to be foolish like the rest of those weaklings he'd fought before, but there were more Jedi with him. It did not matter. Tobias had killed many Jedi at once before, long ago on Ilum. This would only be another repeat of the events there. He remembered when he klled all of those Jedi, when he witnessed Chris Leen's pain and screams of agony before his doom. This would not be any different. They were just opponents standing in his way. No doubt, these were the Jedi that had been fighting against Lorthias's Sith in the spire, and they had emerged victorious. If this was the group, then where was Riko? He had to be here until he realized that his absence could only mean one thing: the Jedi Master had died. His anger rose, blossoming like a fly trap, unleashing its perfumes to attract victims.
[glow=black,2,000]I seek Riko Fultyre, but I find now that he is dead. He should have been my kill! You will die in his stead![/glow] Moroku saw his anger exploding like a bomb, but Oxbow was already humming its tune of war within Moroku robotic arm, singing in sync with the concert of the Sith Lord's dual sabers, Jade and Thunder. Tobias dashed at him, launched by the power of the Force like a bullet and slashing down with both sabers in an attempt to hammer Moroku down, but the Jedi Master was guided by the Force, and the Force knew this one wasn't his true enemy. This was only a puppet. The puppet Master remained safely anonymous to the naked eye. Moroku had heard of Tobias Kaston, and knew it was Soru Lomenak to have supposedly killed him. Apparently, they had been mistaken. Spinning clockwise on the ball of his right foot, he moved Oxbow from his right hand to his left hand, stepping beside the Sith Lord as he completed his spin and threw Oxbow right into a nearby pillar. Tobias stopped as if the lightsaber had hit him, and Moroku relaxed, keeping hold of Oxbow through the Force.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]Now we know why Soru Lomenak hadn't killed Tobias Kaston on Ilum.[/glow] There was a brief pause, in which Tobias fell to the ground, but it instantly became clear that this Tobias was not the real one. When he fell, his sabers dropped to the ground, dead, and his arms detached themselves from his body, revealing robotic circuits, sparks jutting out of broken wires. His legs broke at the knees to reveal more circuitry, followed by the head, until every single joint in his body broke. Clearly, this was only a robot. The real Tobias suddebly emerged, grunting in pain, from the same pillar that Moroku had struck with Oxbow, grunting in pain and blood leaking from his mouth. This was the real Sith. His appearance was vastly different from the droid. This one looked old, worn, and had no hair whatsoever.
[glow=black,2,000]Congratulations, Master Jedi. You are the first one to have seen my true form besides my former apprentice. Seeing my new form, it is only fitting for you to know my real name. I am Darth Loromus. I am now a dead man, but bear in mind that the Jedi will soon fall. I will be watching you from hell![/glow] Moroku called Oxbow back into his hand as the Sith fell to the floor, finally dead. The Jedi looked at the Sith for several moments when they remembered where they were supposed to be.
[glow=limegreen,2,000]I guess this one is dead. Let's move on. We have more important business to take care of.[/glow]
*Move Moroku and Thia to L&D: The Ultimate Battle*
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Post by Destiny Sev'len on Mar 2, 2006 11:48:49 GMT -5
Lynn was surrounded by a cold shadow; the air was solemn and eerily quiet. Her chest felt like it would explode if she moved, the pain was horrible. Having always been quite attuned to other’s emotions through the force, this was by far the worst she had ever felt. The mind began to wonder in all different directions, and all levels of right and wrong, good and bad. Lynn needed her master for guidance, for reassurance. Wearily she pushed her small body upright, hand propped against a large column.
Lynn tried to collect herself; she began to recall her early teachings of the force. They were now one with the force, so why should she mourn for them? But likewise how couldn’t she? A great internal conflict rose inside her, follow her emotions or what she was told? Taking a gasp for air Lynn stepped forward, over various debris and bodies. Thoughts of what would be seen outside the temple began to run wild before her master came to mind once again… my god, her master! In a blur of white she began to run through the main hall of the temple to the exterior. The giant columns rushed by as she nimbly made haste through the large room, hair trailing behind her like waves of an ocean.
Bright light attacked her vision as Lynn’s figure emerged from the huge structure. The skies were filled with a glowing red-orange smoke from several large fires in the distance. The beautiful place she called home was practically destroyed. Looking about the figures of clone troopers and their white armour could be seen at the base of the temple. ‘I hate those stairs,’ she thought to herself slowly approaching them.
As she took each careful step towards the bottom she searched the force for her master, but found nothing. ‘He could be anywhere,’ her mind said to it’s self. A heavy feeling of futility fell upon Lynn, she could feel so few Jedi around her, and could so few have possibly made it? The odds hit her hard knowing her master had probably passed on.
Head hung to her chest, she slowly completed her walk down the stairs. Eyes of green rose to view the chaos, glistening brightly as they filled with tears of sorrow.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 2, 2006 16:26:14 GMT -5
Kalo sighted another True Siht and so did he. Kalo's pitch black unblinking eyes reflected determination and strength, he would finish this one and then move onto St.Lorthias church with Moroku and Thia. He too sensed the dark aura radiating from her heart but he knew that this was Moroku's issue to deal with, he was her master and he had a duty to fulfill. He then redirected his attention to the opponent at hand, with his lightsaber gripped tightly within the confines of his force wielding hand, he channeled the essence of the force through his legs and like an eagle he soared upwards spinning with the aid of his athletic build. He shifted his weight fowards and somersaulted downwards like a fiery cyclone, a trail of burnt air following the green blaze that was his lightsaber. The Sith parried and absorbed the full force of the attack, Kalo landed and pushed him backwards with a combination of attacks but still the True Sith continued. Kalo flipped over The Sith's head landed behind him, ducked under his swirling blade and severed the sith's legs followed by rising upwards and slicing his head off as he tumbled to the ground. He then withdrew his vibro dagger and pierced the chest of the Sith's corpse, engulfing the body in flames. He would have screamed if his head was still attached and for that he was grateful. He pulled the blade out from the dead man's chest and slipped it back in it's sheeth which lay hanging on his utility belt where he clipped his deactivated lightsaber.
Kalo searched around for any surviving sith, none being there he pursuited Moroku and Thia to St.Lorthias1 church.
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