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Theed
Mar 7, 2005 20:06:10 GMT -5
Post by yasser on Mar 7, 2005 20:06:10 GMT -5
Osman fired relentlessly with his proton cannon at the accurately firing Dark Troopers, frustrated at the dying battery power of his shield emitter. All of a sudden he heard a rumble, then a loud roar as a Scorpion Tank sped into the area.
The Scorpion tank fired its turbo cannons with fury as the hatches on its body opened and 20 Dark Troopers bagan to come out. Osman felt like this was not going to end.
All of a sudden explosions on top of the tank smote out the Dark Troopers as Joe and the rest of Alpha Legion jeeted down into the battlefield. As Joe landed, he used his raw cyborg strength to flip over the burning Scorpion Tank over. For the first time in the day, Osman felt a little releif as they advanced slowly to the palace.
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Ragab swung Vanquisher with exhilerating speed to deflect the homing lasers fired by the Dark Troopers. All of a sudden a missile sped into the ground next to where Ragab stood, and unfortunately, he was unable to deflect it.
The explosion was deafening, and Ragab was blown several metres away, and when he got to he found a huge piece of shredded metal stuck into his thigh. Ragab now felt a familiar pain...
Ragab did not flinch as he ripped the metal off his thigh, using the force to heal the large gash. He got up, deactivated Vanquisher, and took his stance. Time to use the Force, pure and deadly.
He force pushed one Dark trooper as hard as he can into another one and set him on fire using the force, sending them into flame, then he blew apart another who was preparing to fire, then another...
All of a sudden Ragab was pushed and rammed into a wall. Getting up, he then saw a black and red blur that stopped abruptly a few steps away from him. Ragab then saw his adversary: a Dark Trooper, this time wearing a cape and wielding a lightsabre.
[glow=navy,2,300]What? Wait... I recognise that stance, and that lightsabre design, who are you?![/glow]
In response the light on the helmet of the Dark Trooper flashed, and the helmet that covered the Trooper withdrew to reveal his face, that Ragab recognised immediately. Although it was riddled with wiring and electric connections, Ragab noticed his own face staring right at him. Ragab was face to face with his clone, a genetically modified copy enhanced with technology and armed with a copy of Hussam, Ragab's old lightsabre to create a force-using cyborg.
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As the platoon of Dark Troopers advanced towards Riko, they stopped suddenly, and out of the shadows another Dark Trooper emerged, this one wearing a cape. All of a sudden the CyberClone Jedi activated two lightsabres, Riko recognising the hilts of Vision and Dasher, his old sabres. The Dark Trooper's helmet withdrew to reveal Riko's face, also adorned with wiring at the jaw and temples, and without a further word the CyberClone charged with blinding speed to his genetic father...
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Theed
Mar 8, 2005 7:35:11 GMT -5
Post by AG on Mar 8, 2005 7:35:11 GMT -5
Riko's face clearly showed the disbelief that coursed through his veins. Things were becoming more and more interesting. First, Riko heard rumors of a Sith Bpfasshi brother he never knew and is said to be far more powerful than the Bpfasshi he faced on Korribban, Darth Maknus. Now, he found a clone of himself facing him in the midst of battle, holding his two former lightsaber blades, Vision and Dasher. For sure, this cyborg was not the Sith Ragab had encountered back on Coruscant. The lightsabers his clone held at that very moment were all too familiar to Riko, for he had constructed them himself. Vision, his second lightsaber after Sting, and Dasher, his third lightsaber to pair with Vision. Riko had built Dasher to experiment with the first ever lightsaber discipline he learned, Vaapad, but was destroyed shortly after by the dread Darth Skurai. A lightsaber is a reflection of one self, hence Vision and Dasher represented a certain aspect of Riko's life before the war. Even though Riko didn't know this Bpfasshi, he was sure his lightsaber would be vastly different from the ones this clone held out. Now, Riko would be facing himself, considering it a test to see how much he had developped since the beginning of the war. The cyborg clone attacked with a mighty rage, Vision swinging first in a parabolic arc towards Riko's legs as Dasher was brought up to cut the Jedi Master's neck. Riko reacted with lightning precision and with an almost invisible speed, crouching low and running full tilt around the clone in the opposite direction Dasher was coming, the incandescent blue blade missing Riko's head by inches as Vision missed its target entirely. Just as Riko faced the cyborg's back, Tyrfing was in motion, sizzling in the air as it moved foward to stab at his enemy. The Cyborg crouched foward, finding himself just under the burning fury of Tyrfing, and spun around 180° with Vision slashing out for Riko's Torso, its blue glow bright and powerful as the stars beyond. Riko spun around himself in the opposite direction, Tyrfing twirling like a wheel as it clashed with Vision, sweeping the blade safely away from the Jedi, but the clone's attack did not stop there. He spun again 180°, Dasher coming around in a back-hand movement toward Riko's neck, who crouched again and spun around to face the Cyborg, his back facing him. Tyrfing came down with the power of a comet, aiming to split the clone's body in two from head to groin. The attack was intercepted by both Vision and Dasher, which moved on top of clone Riko's head in a cross formation, tangling with Tyrfing. At that moment, the clone began to speak.
[glow=black,2,000]I am not what I appear to be. Your former padawan is truly fighting his clone at this very moment, but I am not your clone. I am a messanger. In order to speak to you now, under the gravest of circumstances, I had to disguise myself to bring to you the message I have risked my life to hold. Follow me.[/glow]
This was strange, very strange, but Riko had to find out what was going on. This messanger could hold the answers to all the riddles that had been thrown into Riko's mind no more than a day earlier. First, a Bpfasshi twin brother appears seemingly out of nowhere. Now, a clone who claims not to be one appeares in the midst of battle. What is this war coming to? And could he actually trust this messanger?
The clone disangaged the two twin blades from the mighty sword of sea blue fire that was Tyrfing and jumped up onto a rooftop and ran impossibly fast, but Riko followed the messanger with equal speed, not knowing where it would take him to.
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Theed
Mar 8, 2005 13:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Mar 8, 2005 13:14:19 GMT -5
Orion Daeglo's blade flourished with speed capable of slicing many enemies down but he had to work extra hard at this moment just too dice a dark trooper in half, they plating was deep, heavy and strong they were indeed powerful. However, Orion knew better then just to rely on his blade alone, he was cleverer than that. Through the force he detected the troopers weak point and aimed with superior presicness. Their legs were not so heavy armed for they had to move slighlty quicker in order to distinguish their full mightyness. He sliced the leg off on of the troopers causing him to tumble to the floor without pain and was only able to stand up by his long arm that held him firmly there on the ground. The trooper was going to die and he knew it, there was no way he could block now, his last image was pilgrims sheer flash blast before his eyes. The troopers head stumbled to the floor and rolled, Orion turned and sped through crowds of troopers lunging in wherever he could.
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Theed
Mar 8, 2005 13:14:46 GMT -5
Post by AG on Mar 8, 2005 13:14:46 GMT -5
The chase seemed to go on forever. Rooftop after rooftop, Riko followed this strange messabger who appeared to be his cyborg clone. Several times, Riko thought he was going to collapse due to the immense fatigue. His lungs worked frantically like a machine to pick up oxygen from the air and Riko called upon the Force to regenerate his energy reserves. A pang of jealousy ran through him as he thought about the cyborg. He did not need so much energy to travel so fast on his feet. He did not need so much energy for he was essentially a machine. Riko had no idea where he was taking him, but the two moved as fast as the wind throughout the city. By now, they must have been miles away from the main field of battle.
After what seemed like hours, the two approached a grand cathedral. Riko recognized it instantly. How many times had he come here to meditate with his master. Those were the good days, the days of peace. Riko only wished those days would return, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen for a long, long time. The cyborg motioned for Riko to step inside as he dampened the blades of Vision and Dasher. Riko gave a look that obviously told the cyborg he didn't trust him. This could be a trap. Riko walked towards the entrance nontheless, Tyrfing held in a defensive position in case his assumptions were correct. Slowly, the large, double doors opened to let Riko in.
He could have puked at the sight, had he not been trained to keep his emotions at bay by the Jedi. Riko saw the cathedral reeking of death and murder. Bodies lay everywhere, pools pf blood around the smelling corpses, limbs misplaced, two bodies hung up from the cieling, completely mutilated. Only two Dark Troopers lay in front of the altar. The sight was horrendous. These were people in a house of prayer, of worship, and the Sith had slaughtered them mercylessly. Was there no limit to their thirst for blood? No. Riko knew this was their way. It would never change. If they could do more, they would do more.
Riko turned to see his clone unarmed, Vision and Dasher hung on either side of his utility belt. Riko did not bother to speak, horrified by the sight. He could only assume this cyborg had also been responsible for this carnage.
[glow=black,2,000]If you think I did this, I can assure you I did not. The two Dark Troopers you undoubtedly noticed in front of the altar fell under your former blades. They were responsible for this.[/glow]
There was no trace of a lie in what he said, no hint of deception. Through the Force, Riko did not pick up any signs of nervousness from the clone's voice or mind. He had said the truth. Riko deactivated his own blade, Tyrfing, and hung it on his belt, letting the cyborg continue.
[glow=black,2,000]As I said, I am here to bring you a message. The war has been raveging the galaxy for far to long and the climax is approaching. If something isn't done soon, the Sith will land a serious blow upon the Jedi. The Sith Lord, Darth Kross, is on his way to acquire the Gauntlet, the most powerful Sith Artifact ever constructed and nothing will stop him from obtaining it. With it, the Sith will be invincible and Gaia has found only one solution. Do you know of the Dark Knights?[/glow]
Riko was surprised by how much this cyborg knew, but he's rather save questions for later. The tone of his voice suggested that the matter he was about to speak of was of utmost urgency, and Riko was sure it would be. The Sith would land a serious blow on the Jedi if something wasn't done soon. He did not know of this Gaia or of the Dark Knights, and wondered what this solution could be, for if Kross were to find this artifact, no one would stand a chance at defeating him. Riko shook his head in negation.
[glow=black,2,000]I thought so. The Dark Knights served during the Sith War, fighting alongside the Jedi. Only a select few were trained in their ways, for a Dark Knight is a Jedi whose powers run in between the Dark and the Light. They are acolytes of the Dark Side of the Light Side, so you could say they are Gray Jedi. During the Sith War, the Dark Knights had been almost destroyed, with only one remaining. They bid their time since, ready to strike back whenever the galaxy was in the direst of needs. Unfortunaltely, Freedan, the most powerful of the Dark Knights, mysteriously disappeared and his spirit lost to unknown realms. This was long before the rise of the Empire under Palpatine. Gaia has found him now. His spirit is sealed inside the soul of the dread Dark Lord of the Bpfasshi, Jorus Valok, your brother.[/glow]
Riko's eyes went wide in astonishement. Freedan, an agent of good locked inside the soul of his brother. And he now knew his name. With Freedan's help, perhaps the Jedi would find hope, but if his spirit is locked inside a Sith Lord, surely that meant the Sith enjoyed their power.
[glow=black,2,000]No, they don't.[/glow]
The cyborg said as if reading Riko's mind.
[glow=black,2,000]Freedan the Dark Knight does not offer his powers to the agents of evil. Jorus Valok is no more powerful than he already is due to the presence of Freedan. His Sith name, Darth Freedan, is the only thing affected by it. To unlock his spirit, Jorus Valok must be defeated. Not even Kross, at his present state, can do that. Only you stand a chance. Once that is done, Freedan will be unleashed, but no longer able to use his powers since his body has long since decayed. Thus, he will give his powers to you. You will not be able to use them, though, until you meet with Gaia.[/glow]
At this, Riko finally spoke. He could not help but to burst out his ignorance of the situation.
[glow=blue,2,000]When shall I meet with this Gaia? And who is he?[/glow]
[glow=black,2,000]Gaia is a she, and you will know after Freedan has talked to you. I will meet with you and tell you where you can find her. Once Valok is defeated, make sure you pick up his lightsabre, Shadow. You will find out why you must do this when you meet her. For now, leave Naboo and meet Jorus. He is on the new battle station known as the Mauser, more powerful than the Death Star. This battle is lost either way. Your presence here will make no difference.[/glow]
A strange sound reverberated throught the cathedral, shaking the walls and floors of the huge hall of prayer. Riko looked around to see if any intruder came to surprise them, his hand on the hilt of Tyrfing, but did not see anything. Was it just him?
[glow=blue,2,000]I'm sorry but I thought I......[/glow]
[glow=black,2,000]Yes, she is calling. I must go, and so should you. Freedan depends on you now. Hurry.[/glow]
With this, the cyborg began to shine like the sun and disappeared in a haze of smoke. Riko stood inside the cathedral, among the carnage, alone, pondering on all that had been said here. He had to go, and soon. Perhaps this Freedan represents a chance of survival for the Jedi, a chance of hope. This task was more important than any battle.
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Theed
Mar 8, 2005 17:38:45 GMT -5
Post by yasser on Mar 8, 2005 17:38:45 GMT -5
Ragab's Cyborg clone charged towards the Jedi, swinging Hussam toward's Ragab's head, but Ragab activated Vanquisher in an instant and blocked the massive blow, force-pushing the cyborg to the other side of the street. The cyborg landed gracefully on his feet.
[glow=red,2,300]Jedi. Now my comrade has succeeded in luring your master to his brother and his death. Your destiny is at an end. The days of the Mortals is at an end. We have more clones of you and every member of the Jedi Order, there is one sentinel headed to eliminate the Master Orion as we speak, and when the final confrontation comes to eliminate your order, your deaths will be swift.[/glow]
[glow=navy,2,300]Lured... Riko? BASTAAAARD!![/glow]
At an instant Ragab was right in front of the Dark Trooper, swinging Vanquisher to the Ragab Clone's head, when another Force push sent him on the ground, and before Ragab another CyberClone Jedi stood, Riko's clone.
[glow=brown,2,300]Precisely, General Zoth has seen to it that sufficient bait has been presented to bring Riko directly to his brother, Master of the Bfasshi, h=under your very nose. Consider this your defeat, first your darling, now your master.[/glow]
Ragab did not respond, his fighting spirit was now too aroused for words. The Ragab clone leapt up into the air for a downwards cut, aided by his repulsorlift boots, while the Riko clone sped towards Ragab at blinding speed, both copies of Vision and Dasher ready to slice Ragab into ribbons...
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Osman and ten other men fired a high intensity beam into the knee of a Ray walker before its chance to unload a deadly barrage of rockets on the troopers, causing the massive machine to collapse as it lost its balance.
[glow=black,2,300]We're nearing the palace, and we still have enough men... WHAT THE f***?![/glow]
Osman was first looking at the sight of a caped Dark Trooper speeding towards Master Orion, then his sight shifted to the dead Dark Trooper at his feet, the helmet retracted to reveal Osman's face.
It was shocking. The Dark Troopers were genetically modified cyborg clones of Osman. No wonder they were so skilled, cunning and hard to kill, they embodied the genetic makeup of one of the finest soldiers the Galaxy ever knew.
[glow=black,2,300]Grrrrr... Zoth, your little toys might look like me, but they do not have my spirit. They are obsolete, you materialistic, number counting bastard. Making me kill my own flesh and blood, psychological warfare at its peak... EVERYONE TO THE PALACE![/glow]
***Osman, Haloth, Narott, Joe and Shadow Force to Theed Palace***
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Mar 9, 2005 4:43:29 GMT -5
Post by AG on Mar 9, 2005 4:43:29 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not gonna kill Riko you know, and the clone wasn't a clone, he really was the messanger. You'll see who Gaia is soon. I suggest you edit the post because its not making any sense now.
IC: Riko sped through the streets once more. They were deserted, several Dark Troopers laying on the ground, wires exposed. Shadow Troopers were laying there too, bloodied from the battle that had just occured. The messanger had said this battle was lost either way. With or without Riko, the Shadow Forces apparently wouldn't hold out, but something told him his allies were moving fast towards the palace. Riko crossed his fingers, hoping everyone would live. If he succeeded in releasing Freedan from his slumber, the Jedi may lose this battle, but they would ultimately win the war.
In the main hangar, there were 5 Dark Troopers surveying the area, Naboo pilots knelt on the far side of the hangar with gun barrels pointed at their head. This would be tricky. Riko had to escape and make sure the pilots lived. The slide-doors into the chamber were slightly open. Riko peered into the room, unnoticed by the electronic sensors of the enemy units. He reached out into the Force, tuning himself with everything around him. He could everything in its most simple matter, could see every atom and particle that made the troopers what they were. With the Force acting as hands, Riko held those particles and shook them wildly. Suddenly, the two Dark Troopers holding the pilots hostage burst into flames as the other three guarding the ships held out their guns at the ready, checking for intruders. Tyrfing was in motion then, shining like a burning sun and swinging fluidly like water, slashing out at the first Dark Trooper as three bolts came in quick succession. Riko deflected the first one, which shot straight back at its firer, hitting him in the leg. The other two came simultaneously and Riko rolled out of the way like a T'Chuck ball rolling on the game arena. As Riko began to get back on his feet, Tyrfing was dashing like a mighty Akk toward the three enemy units, decapitating them. Tyrfing flew back into his grip like a boomerang as the pilots got up to thank the Jedi for rescuing them.
[glow=blue,2,000]Spare your time for thanks later. I have important business to attend to.[/glow]
Riko had no time to waste. He jumped on a Nubian starfighter and blasted off into space.
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Theed
Mar 14, 2005 17:18:16 GMT -5
Post by yasser on Mar 14, 2005 17:18:16 GMT -5
Ragab had enough. His clone and the Riko clone had exhausted him. They were stronger, faster and stronger in The Force. Ragab was also feeling something terrible had happened to Riko. He had an idea.
Using the Force, Ragab began to freeze his opponents. Ice crystals began to form on their joints, and their movement eventually ground to a halt as their entire bodies froze over.
Before the clones could thaw themselves within seconds, Ragab leapt high in the air, activated Vanquisher and, as he landed, swung the huge saber to slice the Riko clone across the middle and decapitate his own clone in the same swing.
Ragab stood over the two corpses. Looking around, Riko was surprised to see all the Dark Troopers had gone. Nevertheless, he had to see Riko. He was worried for his master. His last feeling was Riko was on Tatooine. Ragab boarded the nearest intact Nubian Starship and was off before Groznyj Grad’s powerful defences would wipe him out.
---Ragab to Tatooine---
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Theed
Mar 18, 2005 11:58:28 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Mar 18, 2005 11:58:28 GMT -5
Orion's blade worked furiously to wipe out all its opponents. His blade skill had certainly improved since he had last fought agaisnt so many enemies. However, he was now confronted by a greater foe who would move the same way and think the same way. He lowered his blade and pointed it towards the ground. His black hair wipped up due to the strong wind that blew through the plaza. The clone had decided to form a strong stance by raising his blade above his head. The clone's mechanical features shone in the blazing sun, which reflected in Orion's face. The two warriors glare each other down for a mere few seconds before rushing in blades swinging. Orion raised his blade, which swiftly met the clone blade at neck height stopping it instantly. This clash was followed by a sheer drop of height down to the clone's leg where he swooped in with his deadly blade. The clone jumped over the blade and spun in midair covering all areas around him. This made it harder for Orion to rise from the attack. However, as soon as the clone had stopped twirling, the jedi rose with haste and with skillful footwork. He blocked the clone's lunge by pushing it to the side with his blade, which created the same effect on him by pushing him backwards only Orion had decided to spin on his heel and slam the clone in the back of the neck. The clone was temporaliy knocked forward by the impact but quickly recovered only to find a blue blur stuck through his gut. Orion grinded the blade around creating a larger hole. The clone had finally endured the worst when Orion thrust the blade upwards ripping his chest open up to his neck and then withdrawing the blade to decapitate the clone. The clone dropped to the floor in a heap of body parts and gave off a slight inner explosion which ruptured and burnt every wire inside. Orion turned to face many other of the dark troopers who presented a similuar deadly attack which was ended by the blue fury that burnt through their corpses.
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Theed
Mar 25, 2005 12:16:52 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Mar 25, 2005 12:16:52 GMT -5
Pilgrim's blade had worked so hard to defend his Master that he became tired of all the bloodshed that had taken place. Orion's muscles were aching, his mind beating like a drum he felt the pain hit him like a tsunami wiping him clear of all thoughts and concentration. Orion had slayed most of the approaching enemies but even his efforts seemed incompetent for a sith assasin with spectacularly carved vibro blade appeared out of nowhere and commenced striking Orion's blade. The vibro blade grinded agaisnt this blinding light, which it despised and wished dead. One of the combos from the sith assasin finished in a crippling kick which knocked Orion backwards causing a stream of blood to run from his nose. The assasin initiated an extreme drop kick, which was deflected by Orion force push which knocked the assasin back into the wall or at least he thought it would. As the assasin tumbled to the ground he spun in mid air revealing his blaster, with which he pierced the Whipid's thick skin. Blood escaped from the jedi's mouth, his fatigue had led him to failure. The assasin landed skillfully on his feet and plunged back towards the wounded jedi striking for his side which ended clashing with his lightsabre once again. However, the attack had struck the jedi deeply in the side. More blood soaked his robes. The assasin viewed the jedi failing although he had struck him he had not realised that he also had recieved a cut. The assasin's chest had been sliced open by the firece blade. He laughed as he spat the last remains of blood onto the floor then he dropped to the floor. A pool of blood circled the assasin, which had leaked from the warrior's chest; Now came Orion's turn to finally feel the relief of the heavy burden being lifted from his back as he eventually dropped to the floor amongst many other dead warriors. The Whipid jedi's life had come to an end.
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