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Post by momofjedi on Jul 28, 2004 8:31:41 GMT -5
A large city.
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Cain Olan
Youngling
First feel the hatre and anger burn in your heart then give into the darkside
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Post by Cain Olan on Sept 24, 2004 9:46:23 GMT -5
The Hive:
The hive is the largest cantina in Mos Espa owned by Zaxlf the Hutt.This is were all bounty hunters,gangsters and scums that are employed by Zaxlf came to relax.The Hive is also a hotel that Zaxlf employees rest their heads at after a long day.The Hive is guarded by three nexus that Cain used dark side magic on and turned them into dark side familiars.
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Cain Olan
Youngling
First feel the hatre and anger burn in your heart then give into the darkside
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Post by Cain Olan on Sept 26, 2004 18:44:11 GMT -5
Cain walked inside the Hive with the bottom of the cloak touching the ground and his hood covering his face.He then spots Zaxlf the Hutt surrounded by three Twe'Lik females dancers.Cain then approaches Zaxlf."You sent for me my Lord".As Zaxlf puts his hand on Cain's shoulder"Ah if it isn't my best bounty hunter Cain,You came at a good time, to hear some good news.There is a war waging between both the New Republic and Jedi against the Sith.There will be bounties handed out by both sides.So I insist that you stay in contact with both faction."Cain nods his head and walks off mumbling to himself"Being that I was once in league with the sith I will assist them in this war'.
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Cain Olan
Youngling
First feel the hatre and anger burn in your heart then give into the darkside
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Post by Cain Olan on Dec 30, 2004 2:31:55 GMT -5
Entering the Hive,Cain was greeted by a purple Twi'Lek dancer"Cain would you like a personal,more pirvate dance"Cain look upon with a smile"I'll take you up on that offer later I got business to take care of,Later sweetness".As he walked pass the many crimals and crime lords in the Hive.He searched for Zalf the Hutt in his presonel quarters.As Zalf's fat body slither up to Cain,he begun laughing as if he was happy to see a long-time friend."Ha-ha-ha-ha Cain,long time no see my friend.How is the bount hunter business going?Come on friend have a sit"Chuckling at Zalf as he jokes,Cain pulled off his black hood and sat down in chair next to Zalf and ordered some juma juice."It's been going good there still some bounties that I have to put out but it's coming nice".As qiuck as Zaxlf begun joking with Cain his face became serious"Cain,Has any of your bounty hunters been able to kill Zex and Bobo".Seeming to himself that he failed his boss Cain look at Zalf"I have two bounty hunters hunting them down as we speak.But their fortress is heavily guarded by the bes-".Before Cain finished his sentence Zalf interupted him"Will why don't you assist the bounty hunter and make sure the job is done".After finishing what he had to say Zalf got up and slither away from the table laving Cain with that idea in his head.Cain stayed at the table for a while then got up and rushed out of the Hive to his ship.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 13, 2005 16:33:13 GMT -5
Siegfreid Darminish, renound lord of Vjun tended to view the spetacular podracing events, although he rather admired the podracers on Malastare who sought bigger sums of money and more intense races. Siegfreid found these races to be rather amateur and not really skillful, they would be lucky if they even passed the circuit for the second time however, he did like betting once in a while but it wasn't like he required the credits at all for he had plenty enough to last him two life times. A large roar broke the stadium as the unstoppable vechiles murmered to life under the blazing sun of tatooine. Siegfreid sat between the nautorious leader of the hutts and his foolish underling, a protocal droid who happened to be of some use to the gang lord. He only really translated and nothing else except for possibly serve drinks thats why humanoids use them for their needs and nothing else, what pointless creations, the master should have to tend to his own duties and rely on his own skills to achieve his goal. Siegfreid turned his attention to one of the less pulse pounding races he had witnessed in his life. He had betted a sum of approaximately 10,000 credits on some slightly skilled pilot who could just maybe keep his racer in contact but if he didn't then he wouldn't be surprised at all. The lord pivoted his head to the hutt and murmured something under his breath.
[shadow=Black,left,300]My friend i feel deeply disappointed by the lack of skilled pilots who have been so willingly placed in the podracers that i have most generously supplied you with. If i do not see an improvement of competion i might as well withdraw all the money from my recent donations[/shadow]
The protacol droid started to translate what he had said but was interupted by the enourmous scream of people as Siegfreid's bet had been succesful he stood up and gave a short clap followed by an exit to the collection tables where he would retrieve his credits.
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Post by AG on Mar 14, 2005 2:34:42 GMT -5
Jorus walked closer and closer to the racing arena. He felt the presence there. He had to be trained in the ways of the Force to be felt all the way from Anchorhead. If he was a Jedi coming after him, he would gladly take his life, the next Jedi of many to die under his blade. If it was a Sith, all the merrier. He needed allies, subordinates, if he was to take over Taris and prove to Kross he was more than what he thought. Either way, Jorus would kill him and take his place. The Bpfasshi figured Kross was after him now he had failed with the Mauser. What Kross did not realize was that where the Mauser failed, his blades would succeed.
Jorus reached the entrence of the arena, and found the collection table. There were people swarming there to collect their cash after betting on these races. "Greed," thought Jorus. "It can be a powerful ally." It would take some time to find his quarry, and the only sense he could follow was the Force.
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Post by AG on Mar 15, 2005 7:41:37 GMT -5
Soru's fighter landed in one of the hangars of Mos Espa. He had entered without authorization. Soru may have been a Jedi Padawan, but the Republic still wasn't recognized here after all this time, so his position made no difference at the very least to the people here. As soon as he landed, Soru's first hope was to find his mew master and perhaps find out what happened here. He felt a spirit here, one that felt strangely familiar, a warm breath giving him Light where the Darkness was powerful, for Soru felt the presence of two Dark Ones here, a Sith Lord and a Dark Jedi, adding to the great disturbance on this planet. That wasn't the only thing though. From someplace distant, another town perhaps, he felt fear, much fear, and dark emotions in this town as well, such as greed and hatred. He hadn't been here for more than a minute, and already, this planet stank to him of villainy.
A man approached him, frustration shining in his face. Soru just remembered he had come here without permission, but looked at the man glumly, not caring about his frustration. He had more important things to do here.
Kid! What are you doing here? You're not allowed here! Leave! How many times do I have to tell you?
Soru looked at him again, more closely this time, reaching out to the Force and glancing at his mind, his thoughts and ideas, his deepest desires. Using the Force, Soru created a link between the two people's minds and transmitted his own thoughts to the man bellowing at him.
[glow=purple,2,000]I am allowed to stay here as long as I like.[/glow]
The man looked at him hesitantly. After all, he didn't look so menacing. What could a boy do in these parts? His expression was innocent, even benevolent, anyway. The man felt sure this boy wasn't dangerous at the very least. For once, he could make an exception.
You are allowed to stay here as long as you like.
With this, the man gladly led Soru out, even giving him a map to the city, and let him make his way into the bustling space-port.
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Post by AG on Mar 15, 2005 8:11:29 GMT -5
Jorus kept looking around to find this person he had felt in Anchorhead. Now that he was here, he began to feel Darkness. Whoever it was, it was indeed a Dark Jedi. Good. A potential ally to add to his plans. The more poeple he had to follow him, the better. And then, he would show those allies what they deserved. Those allies would surely try to overthrow him later on though, so he would need to pinch them just enough to keep them at bay, to show them who the true leader was, who the most powerful was. But in the mist of this darkness, he began to feel Light. A bright and energetic Light burning for battle. It might have been that Jedi he confronted on Coruscant, Ragab Starseer. He wouldn't be surprised at that. He and Riko did have a connection and Jorus wouldn't be surprised to see him again soon. If he wanted to make this stranger an ally, he would have to draw him out, to attract him. A fight with Ragab would do that just fine. Jorus started, though, when a voice rang in his head. It was Riko's voice. Even though it was the same, the words he heard could have been nobody else's. [glow=blue,2,000] You had much better watch for yourself, Jorus. A Jedi Padawan has just landed here. It is Ragab's new Padawan. He is more powerful than myself, even though less wise. Beware him if you want to live.[/glow] So it wasn't Ragab, but that made little difference. Jorus thought Riko was only bluffing about this young Jedi's power. Riko was the most powerful warrior of his soon to be extinct Order. He couldn't think anyone else could match him. Even then, Jorus was sure he could defeat the Padawan, and draw out the stranger he couldn't find. -------------------------------------------------- Soru walked through the streets, following the scent of the Dark Side in this city. He was worried. There were two Sith Lords here, he was sure of it. Would he be able to handle both of them at once? Besides, he didn't feel Master Sterseer anywhere in the vicinity. Soru didn't try to hide his presence in the Force though. It would be better to draw at least one of the Dark Ones out, to make them meet him instead of him meeting the Jedi, to ask for battle. He was eager to fight a Sith after such a long time of lightsaber training. Through the crowd, Soru noticed a figure quite out of the ordinary, wearing Dark Robes that obviously told Soru he was a Sith Lord. He had never seen one before but he had an idea of what they looked like. Soru suddenly became nervous. The Sith would not hesitate to attack him, so he would have to keep his guard up at all times. Soru kept his hands ready on the hilts of his lightsabers, ready for anything, but he noticed how the Sith did not do so. Strange. Soru smelled the Darkness in him. Why didn't he attack? Despite his nervoussness though, Soru wore an expression that clearly told the Sith "bring it on!"
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Post by AG on Mar 15, 2005 9:55:31 GMT -5
Soru stood as still as a rock, waiting for the Sith to attack. Why did he hesitate? This was not normal Sith behavior considering what Soru knew about them. However, his nervousness disappeared as if water was flushed down a toilet when the person he thought was a Sith revealed his face, the familiard face of Riko Fultyre. Soru gave a sigh of relief when Riko revealed his face, but went wide eyed immediately when he saw his face was far more hideoudly scarred then the last time he saw his face. It must have happened during the war. Soru wasn't surprised.
[glow=purple,2,000]Riko! I was worried you were a Sith for a moment. Why are you all in black?[/glow]
Riko shook his head in disgust. "What was the meaning of this?" Thought Soru. Why was Riko disgusted to see an old friend? There was obviously something amyss here, but Soru instantly put his hands back in the hilt of his sabers, thinking the old master that had inspired him back on Yavin IV had turned to the Dark Side. How wrong he was.
[glow=maroon,2,000]Foolish brat. I am not Riko. I am Jorus Valok, his twin brother.[/glow]
Soru was horribly surprised to hear this. Riko had never spoken of a brother before, and the fact such an acolyte of the Light Side had such a Dark Brother was even more astounding. Then again, that was probably the reason Riko never spoke of him, unless he never knew about it. Soru was so shocked to hear this his mouth remained frozen in the heat of the twin suns burning above.
[glow=maroon,2,000]So, you are Ragab Starseer's Padawan, are you not?[/glow]
Soru slowly nodded, still amazed by the news he had just gotten.
[glow=maroon,2,000]Then he will be very upset to know his master has fallen to my blade. You can tell him that in the afterlife after I've dealt with him first.[/glow]
More shock coursed through his body. Soru did not want to believe what he was hearing. Firstm he finds Riko had a brother and now, he finds his own brother had killed him! This was not possible. For the short period he had known him, Soru believed Riko was invincible, having defeated the Sith Lord he believed the most powerful that ever existed. Soru had long imagined he would meet that legend again, but his dream has just been swept away by this feind.
[glow=purple,2,000]You.....killled.....Riko?[/glow]
Anger began to surface in his veins, but Soru recalled his training and sought his center of calm in the Force, trying desperately to control his emotions. Soru knew there was going to be a battle now betwen him and this villain, but he would have to keep focus if he wanted to increase his chances of defeating this one. Unlike his previous sentence, his next words came out crisp and clear.
[glow=purple,2,000]Sith, you will pay for your actions.[/glow]
The words had no anger in them, only determination. Soru had to stop this evil being, had to stop him from killing any more innocent lives, stop him from killing any more of his friends. In a lightning fast motion, Soru took hold of his sabers, Shadowfax and Hurricane, and in a flash of light, the two sabers glowed as brightly as the suns overhead, Shadowfax swinging for his head as Hurricane moved foward to stab straight for Jorus's gut.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 15, 2005 12:50:21 GMT -5
Siegfreid sat silently at the bar flicking money at the bar tender droid to rush back with bigger quantites of delicious wine. His dark mask covered his expressions and his condition although he did hold his head down slightly indicating powerful shots of drunkness. His white hair flapped about on his broad shoulders which occasionally nudged the poor fools beside him who gathered together their thoughts on what to order, obviously very poor Seigfreid thought. However, he started to become annoyed by the constant twiddling of their thumbs and their pathectic tunes which they quietly hummed under their breath. The fact that the wine had taken slight affect had made the lord even more impatient he rumudged around in his inner robe pocket and withdrew a small amount of credits which estimated around about 23 rubees. He flicked the quantity of money over to the man beside and made a rather hurried gesture with his head. The man looked up in astonishment, he was so overjoyed with this pleasant amount that he would go and waste it on some critical bet which would devour him completely. The man left in hurry heading towards a couple of betting tables, Seigfreid tapped his forehead and commenced a rubbing presecdure in order to exterminate his headache. However, something else had begun to fire up. Seigfreid pivoted on his stool and regarded the epicenter of all the attention, two combatants one sith the other jedi, how orginal Seigfreid implied. Although he would normally interfer with such foolsih behaviour he had decided to simply spectate. Seigfreid's eyes scattered the battle trying to figure out who was most likely to win although he could feel an extremely strong presence radiating from the sith lord. The jedi on the other hand not as powerful but below by youth,then as the sith turned to face the jedi Siegfreid noted something with upmost interest. He had met this sith lord for only a very short space of time but he could remeber him so well, oh yes. Siegfreid decided not interfer with the battle but to spectate and keep a low profile, however it was difficult considering that he was the lord of Vjun.
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Post by AG on Mar 15, 2005 12:50:42 GMT -5
Jorus reacted with almost equal speed, activating only one of his stolen lightsabers. In direct battle against a Jedi or the like, he felt more confortable with one lightsaber rather than two, seeing as twin lightsabers could be tedious to use. Jorus would never understand how Jedi or Sith could manage to fight with two blades simultaneously, such as this young Jedi now facing him. He was slightly surprised to see that this Jedi, despite having heard the news of the death of what Jorus assumed was an old friend of his, remained calm but at the same time aggressive. This could be a deadly combination depending on who the fighter is.
Jorus saw that the young Jedi's lightsabers were not coming at him at the same time, giving him the opportunity to pick one of them off and dodge the other, even though he'd have to move impossibly fast to do so given they were separated by only a mere millisecond of time. Shadowfax would be coming towards his head first but if Jorus simply blocked it, he wouldn't be able to dodge Hurricane, so as he raised his lightsaber, Jorus stepped to the side to avoid Hurricane while his saber clashed with Shadowfax. The sky-blue blade of justice missed its target by inches but Jorus felt a slight pain on his flank and looked down towards his side, noticing that Hurricane almost hit its mark but not quite, cutting into Jorus's flesh. "Interesting," Jorus thought. "This was the Jedi's first attack and he already wounded me." The sudden fear that this boy could in fact best him in battle came rushing through Jorus, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Could Riko have been right? Could there have been a better swordsman than himself? This didn't bode well for the Sith.
Soru was not amazed. This was the first time he ever fought a real battle against a Sith Lord, the first time he ever fought against an agent of evil, and on his first ever attack against such an opponent, he almost had him. This did not amaze Soru at all. For one thing, Jasufar was an able Jedi, an excellent swordsman. Soru was sure he'd be a match for any Sith Lord out in the battlefield, and the ancient Wookiee master had said Soru was more than a match to him when he announced he was ready to continue his path to Knighthood out in the galaxy. Before Soru could press the attack, he felt a sudden rage coming from the Sith, angered by the fact he had been wounded by the Jedi, not to mention Soru was only a Padawan.
White hot anger coursed through Jorus like lava running down a vulcano, destroying everything in its path. He swung his lightsaber down towards the Padawan's shoulder, aiming to slice him from shoulder to hip, cutting through his lungs and heart. Soru crouched low quickly, avoiding the saber and preventing it from dicing him. Soru felt the incandescent heat of the enemy blade missing him by inches, but he did not bother with that. Soru simply attacked again by holding the arm carrying the sea-green fire of Hurricane out and spinning on the palm of his right foot, pushing himself with his left and turning in that direction. Jorus flipped right over the lightsaber just in time, but his robes had been singed by the lightning fast green saber. Jorus did not hesitate to look at that, and held out his free right hand toward the Jedi's head and tried to Force-Push him with all his energy. Even that didn't seem to work, though, for Soru spun around again to face the Dark One and raised his right hand and extended three of his fingers, unable to open the hand completely as it held Shadowfax, and sent a wave of Force Push as strong as rolling thunder towards the Bpfasshi, countering the Sith's Force Push. The result was apparently innapparent as Jorus landed smoothly on the ground and Soru stood upright again.
[glow=purple,2,000]Is that all you've got, Sith? I would have thought you had more than that given you killed the one who was reputed the greatest warrior of the Jedi Order mercilessly.[/glow]
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Post by AG on Mar 16, 2005 6:25:02 GMT -5
Jorus simply smirked. Of course it wasn't. He could do far more than what the boy saw. He was done testing him and saw he was truly more powerful than Riko, just as the deceased Jedi Master had said. His twin blades were lethal, and with the hands of this boy, they were far more lethal than two average Sith Lords together. The Bpfasshi was truly impressed, but he would have to kill this boy here and now if he wanted to succeed, and he knew he could do it.
[glow=maroon,2,000]No, young Jedi. This is nothing compared to my true powers. Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the Dark Side of the Force.[/glow]
Jorus charged like a lion at Soru, lightsaber held high and falling upon the Jedi with the speed and power of a meteorite, his body a blur of black and red. Soru raised his sabers quickly in a cross formation, tangling with the evil flame of the dark sword. Soru then swung out in both directions, hoping to throw the Sith off-balance, muscles rippling with effort to counter the strength of the Sith's strike. Jorus reached out to the Force, sharpening his senses and reading the Jedi's open mind like a book, instantly bringing his saber backwards even before Soru could perform his move and swing low for his knees. Soru brought Shadowfax low quickly, the blade pointing downwards to the ground and intercepting the lightsaber. He then swung Hurricane towards Jorus's neck. The Bpfasshi crouched down, spinning around clockwise, extending his right leg out as his saber arm went high, pointing the sword toward the sky, expecting Soru to jump right over his leg, but the Jedi reacted in a way he did not expect and let himself trip when Jorus's foot hit its mark, the red wand of fire missing its target completely. Jorus was surprised. This Jedi did not fight in the conventional way. He was smart and knew which course of action was better to take during a straight battle, but the Bpfasshi was ready for that too though, reversing his grip of his saber the instant Soru began to fall and stabbing low toward the Jedi's heart.
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Post by AG on Mar 16, 2005 12:50:34 GMT -5
Soru thought his response to the Sith's attack would have worked. The young Jedi knew that conventionally, a fighter would jump over anything swung for his legs. Soru was different. Seeing how jumping over the Sith's leg would have got him cut up by the lightsaber, he preferred to let himself fall to the ground, avoiding the saber. Soru thought it had worked until he saw the crimson blade of destruction charging down at him like desert thunder, aiming to pierce his chest. Without thinking about it, and letting the Force guide his actions as if he were a toy and the Force the one playing with it, he raised the hand holding Hurricane, holding the lightsaber with two fingers while pointing towards the fiery comet of death with the other three and Force Pushed at it, stopping the hand from going any further. Shadowfax shined a second later as Soru Force-Threw it from his grip and began stretching out to the Force, visualizing the saber swinging towards the Sith's wrist and cutting off his hand.
Jorus could see what was about to happen before it even occured, an image of the Force showing him the blue lightsaber cutting through the air, creating a rich tang of ozone, and through his wrist, severing his hand. The Bpfasshi moved quickly to avoid the lightsaber from cutting off his hand, moving his arm and body back just in time to avoid the azure light of cutting edge skill and discipline. But Shadowfax was fast, managing to succeed with the red lightsaber where it had failed with the hand. Jorus stared glumly at the broken hilt of his stolen lightsaber. Good thing he hadn't activated the other blade. He would have to construct two new lightsabers of his own in case this was ever to repeat itself.
While Jorus examined what remained of his lightsaber, Soru got up quickly and in the blink of an eye, he was back on his feet and dashing toward his opponent, stabbing straight ahead with both Shadowfax and Hurricane, not knowing the Sith still had another lightsaber hidden under his black robes. Jorus jumped right over the Jedi, igniting the other stolen weapon and swinging it downward in an arc movement as he approached the ground, aiming to make the saber travel up his spine and onto his brain. Soru leapt foward instantly, avoiding the strike just barely. Pain seared through his back as the lightsaber cut a deep gash across his back. Soru grunted for an instant. He had moved just in time before the Sith would have rendered him braindead. Focusing on his center of calm, he tried to shut out the pain and already, he felt himself relax under the incredible tension. Soru turned around to see the Sith charging at him again. Now, the Jedi was amazed. Would the Sith ever stop? His wound did not even seem to affect him in any way. His rage was what must have been driving him so far, to make him reach his very limits, the very abyss of the Darkness inside. Soru started thinking of Jasufar's training, remembering the endless drills he had to perform in the deep, dark forest of Kashyyyk. It was a good thing Jasufar had made him train in the middle of the night, when darkness befell all over the leafy canopy. Soru felt as if this darkness, in the presence of this Sith, was creating a thick shadow to cover the immense light of he twin suns of Tatooine. But this was a different kind of darkness, a strangely attractive one. Somehow, he felt like using it, felt as if it was the only way to vanquish this powerful foe. Jasufar had always told him against that, but why not use evil to exterminate evil for this once?
Soru had no more time to ponder on this as Jorus swung his lightsaber in a mighty demonstration of fiery power and light, swinging downward towards Soru's head. Soru brought his lightsabers up in cross formation again to deflect and the lightsabers met in a storm of light, sound and selectricity. Soru staggered back a bit, overpowerd by the sheer brute force of the blow. Jorus kept pushing down on the young Jedi, overpowering him with his own strength like a tiger does a zebra. Soru saw what was coming and instead of trying to counter the Sith's strength, which he new he couldn't match, moved to the side as he crouched, disengaging his own two blades from the Sith's and spinning clockwise as he swung Shadowfax wide towards his enemy's kneecaps. Jorus jumped over the Jedi again, somersaulting and swinging his lightsaber to his side, hoping to behead the Jedi and kill him once and for all. Soru moved sidways again but received enother deep gash, this time across his shoulder. Now he was in trouble. One wound was something he could handle, but two was enough. There was no way he would keep fighting in his present condition. Soru stood up straight and regarded the Sith, clutching at his bleeding shoulder and gritting his teeth, trying with all his will to shut out the pain, holding out Hurricane in a defensive position to protect himself from any further onslaught, not that it would do much good.
[glow=purple,2,000]Sith, you have shown me today that you are a great warrior. I cannot fight you anymore now. But next time we meet, I will make sure your path of destruction will come to an abrupt end.[/glow]
Jorus held his saber in front of him, ready to strike. However, it seemed this battle was over with Jorus having the upper hand, having wounded the young Jedi twice. He only felt it was logical to let the boy grow in skill until he was ready to face him again.
[glow=maroon,2,000]You will be dead before that ever happens, young Jedi. I will let you go today, but you will regret ever having stood up to me.[/glow]
Soru smirked for a moment, pleased with having fought against such a powerful opponent and having survived where Riko had died, and then jumped onto one of the nearby rooftops and continued until he was well beyond sight. Jorus remained there for several minutes, looking up at the rooftop onto which the young Jedi had jumped. He truly was a skilled fighter, more skilled than any other warrior he ever met, including his own brother. Given time, the boy would grow in power and they would fight the best battle they ever would.
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Post by AG on Mar 17, 2005 3:16:44 GMT -5
Jorus looked around at the excited crowd which had gathered to watch the battle ensue between the Jedi and the Bpfasshi. He did not realize how many faces had been watching the two blades slash and parry like dragonflies in mif-flight. The population of Mos Espa was certainly far more excitable than the one in Anchorhead as a result to the constant pod-races taking place here. Instead of running away like dogs into their houses, scared of seeing someone die in front of their eyes, they wanted to see exactly that, wanted to see death. Surely, a lot of these people gambled on who was going to win or lose. There were many disappointed faces amongst these people, though. They were obviously hoping for a deathmatch, but had to resign on the fact that neither of the two combatants died and that there was a simple winner and a simple loser. Hopefully, they would see a death the next time a fight occured. Jorus had other things to think about at the moment. The presence he felt on the plains of the Sand People he now felt more than ever. He must have been watching too. Looking carefully through the crowd, he spotted someone who looked stragely familiar but couldn't quite make out who it was. A protocol droid was standing behind him. Perhaps he had met him before? Jorus walked towards the man, intent on knowing who he was.
[glow=maroon,2,000]It may seem strange, but I think I've met you somewhere before. Who are you?[/glow]
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Post by AG on Mar 17, 2005 12:35:21 GMT -5
Soru walked briskly through the streets of Mos Espa once again. He hadn't come here to fight Jorus again, even though he would very much like to. Battle was what he enjoyed more than anything else, but things like that could wait. Besides, ragab had given him specific instructions to perform. It was best to seek out the opportune moment for a fight with the powerful Sith Lord, but to do so, Soru had to know where he would go next, meaning he had to track his moves. At least, that was the logic he saw in his master's given task.
As he walked, Soru began to feel the Darkness he had felt before, in his first confrontation with Jorus. Suddenly, Soru let its juices feed him, let them flow through his veins like blood. Its scent was so alluring, but he had to close himself from it, working hard not to smell its beautiful odour. He had to focus, to keep his wits about what he came here to do, remembering Ragab's words and hanging upon them as if his life depended on them. His face was hidden beneath his hood, not wanting to be recognized by the crowd that had gathered to watch his fight with Jorus ensue, reach levels bystanders had never seen before. It was a true spectacle to those who were not used to seeing such things everyday, like the Shadow Forces.
Reaching the hangar bays, Soru searched each docking for Jorus's craft, a Sith Interrogator. Many of them were occupied by models of starships Soru had never seen before. That didn't surprise him at all. He had been living in a majestic forest, shut away from the rest of the galaxy, for many years, and came out into the open only now, where things seemed to look stark for the Jedi. Eventually, Soru found the ship he was looking for. The Sith Infiltrator was there, colored black as the deep abyss of space. Soru was tempted to look inside, to take a peak into his enemy's private life, but focused on what had to be done. From one of his pouches, Soru took out the tracker bug Ragab had given him, the key to success in this task, and placed it behind the opening of the ramp. Jorus would probably never see it there.
Looking around for any prying eyes, Soru made his way out of the hangar and into the bustling crowd of the city and took out his comlink, whose transmission was locked onto his master's. He pressed a button and began to whisper into it, not risking being heard by unwelcome people. He knew there could be no other person than his master on the other end.
[shadow=purple,left,000]Master, I have placed the tracker bug on Jorus's ship. What shall we do next?[/shadow]
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 17, 2005 16:52:08 GMT -5
Seigfreid's mask shone in the bright lights that glistened above his pale cloak of white hair. Jorus was approaching him and he couldn't honestly care less he turned to the protacol droid and clicked his fingers indicating to bring him more wine. The droid wheeled over to him with the wine bottle tightly gripped in his hand and started pouring small amounts of the blood red liquid although Siegfreid was reaching his limit before collapsing he decided to clench the bottle in his gloved hand. He could feel the sith's presence drawing closer with every shutting moment, his hand fell onto the bar with a soft gesture as force radiated from it as he pushed orders into his the Abyssin head. His singular spilt eye flickered about in confusion as to what was effecting him. Finally he rose and marched off through the crowds in a formal manner before slipping away. The Bpfasshi glided over to the stool and sat comfortably. Siegfreid whipped the wine bottle over to the sith and started pouring a welcoming half glass. He chuckled as he did so for he had found that fight so outrageous, the jedi had scared the sith lord three times, this was very unexpected of a sith lord.
[shadow=Black,left,300]So whats your name? i presume your alliengance is with the sith[/shadow]
Siegfreid whisked the delicious liqiud around in the glass and finally swashed it down under a few seconds after throwing his head back. He landed his glass and regarded the sith with interest.
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Post by AG on Mar 18, 2005 5:49:15 GMT -5
As Jorus sat, looking at the stranger, he couldn't help thinking how disrespectful he was being. His short patience was beginning to run thin with this man. Obviously, he didn't know what he was playing with. Eventually, Jorus would have to teach him a lesson. The Bpfasshi was sure the time would come when the two would set the score between each other, but now was not the time. Jorus preferred to keep the easily excitable crowd here at bay, not to mention a fight between the two at this very moment certainly wouldn't last very long, for Jorus could sense his drunkeness. In his present condition, this man wouldn't be able to react in time for any oncoming attack, having lost his focus.
[shadow=maroon,left,000]Is that the sort of respect you offer me? I asked you what your name is and you simply ignore the question. Do you want to die, stranger? I could easily arrange your death for you.[/shadow]
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 18, 2005 7:21:12 GMT -5
Siegfried shrugged his shoulders and dipped his head to one side contemplating on whether he should tell him his name, to behonest he didn't really mind at all.
[shadow=Black,left,300]My name is Seigfried Darminish lord of Vjun and i must offer you my dearest apologies for being so open minded about your battle, its just i'm a bit off focus in my present state. The wine has effected just a bit too much more then i thought it would[/shadow]
Siegfreid swindeled the last drops of wine down his throat and placed the glass on the droid's tray, he nodded in thanks and turned back to the sith.
[shadow=Black,left,300]So tell me how fairs the war at the present moment for i've heard of many courageous battles taking place on a number of planets. Fortunately Vjun has not be struck yet but as you can feel my dark presence within the room you could guess that i also have pledged a life long alliengance to the sith but i guess you could refer to me as an outkast[/shadow]
Siegfried awaited some sort of response from the sith who slowly drank his addictive wine that had poisened him so badly that he felt like collapsing. Siegfried really had to watch it with his units because he had never really set himself a limit to his consumption. But then again he hadn't really been involved in any combat for a long while and now he craved it more then anything, he was getting sloppy and he would have to find a way of getting into top form once again.
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Post by AG on Mar 18, 2005 7:43:53 GMT -5
Jorus coudln't believe his ears. Siegfreid Darminish. He had met him a long time ago on Muunilinst. The Lord of Vjun was there for a reason Jorus couldn't quite remember at that moment, but the Bpfasshi had been searching equipment to construct his tools of espionage. They had fought and Jorus could only remember Siegfreid had been a great warrior at the time. He wasn't so sure now, seeing him in a drunk state of mind and seemingly out of shape unlike Jorus, or even the young Jedi he had confronted only moments earlier. No Jedi had ever wounded him once and almost get another shot at him before. He was sure that Padawan would grow powerful one day, worthy of true battle against the Bpfasshi.
He could say many things about the war. Until recently, he had been spying the enemies' moves from beginning to end. Siegfreid was right in saying that there have been many battles fought bravely throughout the galaxy, and it looked as if the two Sith Lords from Vjun shared something in common: they were both outcasts from Kross's Order. Jorus didn't know how the Dark Lord would try to kill him at the moment, but he wouldn't be surprised if he had set a bounty on his head. That only showed him the Dark Lord was too afraid to try and kill him himself. He was no different from the Jedi in that sense, a coward.
[shadow=maroon,left,000]My name is Jorus Valok and I am also an outcast from the Order of the Sith. Kross wants me dead because he thinks I am unreliable. I will show him who the most powerful is in the near future. You are right in saying many battles have been fought bravely, and the Jedi are being pushed back and surrounded. The Sith have invaded Naboo and they are trying to take posession of a Sith Artifact called the Gauntlet. When the war had begun, the Sith had taken over Yavin IV and failed to take over Ilum and later fought on Mon Calamari, where Kross obtained the throne from the previous Dark Lord, Syrus. That is all that happened in a nutshell. My plan is to take the war to the Jedi before they can do much else, and attack their outpost on Ilum first and then destroy them on Taris. If you would like to join me, please do. If you don't, I wouldn't care, for I can handle the Jedi all by myself if I wanted to, and I am prepared for that.[/shadow]
With that, Jorus stood up from the bar without even having ordered anything to drink and began to walk out of the bar without wasting another word.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 18, 2005 8:30:02 GMT -5
Siegfreid thought over what Jorus had just said and remebered the time he had fought agaisnt, now that was a legendary fight he would never forget. He looked at the wine bottle then at Jorus and back again, he hated decisions but he knew all along what he was going to do. Siegfried grabbed the bottle in his hand and added little pressure to it before flinging the liqiud into the nearby wall leaving men, women and alien alike gasping. Siegfreid slammed some money on the counter and followed Jorus to the hangar bay. He would fight with him not for him that was for sure for as he left the bar his mind was starting to clear all of a sudden and his energy rebounded within in his cold heart beating furiously. The adrenaline urdged him to regain his battle form and slay the jedi like he had once done, thats what life really was about, fighting for power. Jorus paced through the circular hangar bay doors before heading for his sith interrigator, Siegfried laughed at the sight and gestured to him with the click of his fingers and a short point over to the magnificent black transporter/ battleship. Jorus nodded and followed Siegfried in. The insides were filled with blood red furniture and dark cielings, nothing else lurked within the ship except for a small portrate of Vjun painted with excellent strokes, every time Siegfried peered upon it he felt as if he was back on Vjun. However, Siegfried knew that he wasn't going back for a long while so he ignored it as he entered instead he headed straight for the cock pit where he offered Jorus a seat.
[shadow=Black,left,300]So what shall be are destination?[/shadow]
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