Nom Anor's avenger

"This is going to feel different than a lightsaber once you get to that point in your training but this is the closest substitute that we have," Nemo said as he positioned his blade into a high guard. It was time to test the bothans fighting capablilites. by the looks of him, he didn't seem used to a sword, rather some other brand of weapon. Perhaps they would get to more complicated weaponry a little later on. Nemo ran at the bothan, his blade moving from its high position into a powerful vertical strike, aimed to split the hopeful in to. The Jedi Knight would hold back and go easy. Perhaps things would pick up in time however, now he was going to see what combat this bothan was capable of handeling. ((feel free to post the two of them dueling a bit, have fun with it.))

Nemo was confused for moment as a man entered the room, declared something he didn't quite here and then left. He thought about worrying about it but the man left soon afterward. The Jedi Knight did however, nod with approval as the book slowly rose into the air. It wasn't quite as graceful as the Knight's demonstration, but for the first attempt, it was rather impressive. "That's a bit of the basics concerning force control. Nemo smiled a little as he removed a vibro-sword from the many hanging near the room's wall. "Why don't we try some combat training. Grab a sword and get ready."

((I've been waiting for Rufus to post but it looks like he isn't so I'll go ahead and continue.)) ”œThat's pretty good for the first time,”

With a final nod, Nom turned to leave. ”œAnd may the Force be with you.”

”œAccording to this description, you want me to take a team of republic soldiers and try and retake control of Bespin from the Sith and Empire?”

Nom waited a moment, half expecting Scorp to keep talking. He didn't even notice Scorp's comment about being humorless. The Jedi Master would have laughed had he heard it. Unfortunately, his inaction proved to validate Scorp's comment, even though made in jest. ”œI guess I will choose one of these options and get to it,”

Nom eyed the massive contents of the datapad. The list was certainly extensive and required lots of man power. Scorp certainly wasn't lying when he said there was plenty to do. He wondered which task had the most pressing need. He met eyes with the councilmen at the mention of a new apprentice. Surely the Jedi were in dire need of masters if they were to ask him to train someone so soon into his reintegration. Since being knighted, Nom had trained three Jedi. Two of these (the last he heard) were full knights in the order serving across the galaxy. A small part of him hoped to see them again. His first apprentice however, was now a full member of Sith. Nom sighed a little as Revan's face entered his mind. Upon their last meeting, the Jedi Master was forced to kill the young man. He was put in a position he rather wanted to avoid. The brisk air of Manaan brought him back to the present. The air was colder than he remembered, forcing the hairs on his check and neck to stand up. ”œThis is quite the list,”

Nom got straight to the point, not wanting to waste any of Scorp's time. He gave a slight nod to the other Jedi sitting nearby. He guessed the two were probably training. ”œI've been gone for quite some time now and I need to get reintegrated back into the Jedi Order. Is there a way I can get in touch with the leadership? I'm sure things have changed a great deal in my absence.”

The coordinates to the Jedi facility flashed across the X-Wing's nav screen. Nom changed vectors and continued along his path. His vessel gradually descended towards the watery surface of the planet, its reflection quickly scurrying over the waves and currents of Manaan's vast oceans. In only a few moments, the Jedi Master was aboard the eternal vigilance. He remembered the days when the massive facility housed hundreds of Jedi. The hustle and bustle of busy people constantly filled the now empty corridors. It was an odd sight to see such a vacant image of what had once been so crowded. There must be other bases the Jedi had since relocated to in the time of Nom's hiatus. Reaching out with the Force, the Jedi Master located other organisms nearby. It was an interesting sensation to be around Force users again. Their presence beckoned to him like a delicious meal. It had been a long time since he had contact with others who could feel the force as he had. While this separation was intentional, he couldn't help but feel glad at his return. Nom entered a room inhabited by two men, the first living things he'd seen since coming aboard. He didn't recognize one of the men, probably a Jedi who had joined the order recently. The other Jed, who was standing on a landing ramp leading to the open air, held an appearance Nom knew quite well. ”œScorp,”

OOC: Scorp has deligated the posting of Nemo to me, so I'll go ahead and keep going for you. Nemo smiled to himself as he listened to the young bothan speak. He certainly wasn't a stranger to the wars that have been plaguing the galaxy since the birth of the Republic. The constant tension between Jedi and Sith were stuff of legend. Though never actually engaging a Sith himsefl, the Jedi Knight knew of their evil. "You are half correct young one," Nemo said, his voice fully of serenity. "The Force is in fact the heartbeat of the universe. It pervades everything, even filling the air you breath with its presence." The Jedi Knight began to pace back and forth as he spoke, "However, let's save talks of the Dark Side for a later time. There are more pressing things you must learn." Nemo halted his pacing a few feet from the two Jedi hopefuls. "I want you to close your eyes," He instructed. "Tell me everything you see, with as much detail as you can." Nemo's words started to get softer, his voice slipping into peace and quiet of the Jedi Temple. "Let the voice of the Force be your eyes."

There was a moment of silence. The heavens seemed to freeze in hushed expectation. Suddenly, in a flicker of psuedomotion, a small X-Wing flashed out of hyperspace. Seemingly insignificant, the snub fighter carried a man who was anything but. He was a Master of the Jedi Order, a man whose renown and exploits had echoes across the galaxy. Yet such achievements existed only in the form of history. For all the great things he had done, for all his previous glories, the Jedi Order persisted in his absence. The world persisted in his absence. Nom Anorus had been gone a long time. He even wondered if his title of Jedi Master would even remain. He only pondered the question for a moment, recognizing the futility of it. The rank ”œJedi Master”

--Updated Character Sheet-- Name: Nom Anorus Nick Name:: Nom Age: 37 Species: Human Height: 6'0'' Hair: Silver Eyes: Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Coruscant Alighnment: Chaotic Good Weapons: Two lightsabers, one blue and the other silver. A flechette launcher and a pack of assorted grenades. Also a small hidden dager kept somewhere on his body. Inventory: Comlink and various medical supplies. Force User: Trained by: Mathis Qui-gon Trained: Revan Khanjell, Master Scorpio Armageddon, Delita (inactive), Delita/Yue. Rank: Jedi Master Other information: Nom specializes in melee combat. He is a frequent user of Form III lightsaber combat desgined for defense. He has mastered the use of fighting with just one blade as well as two and can swtich between them on the fly. Nom has a history of repeated defeats in battle yet identifies himself as a warrior. This diacotomy has led to an interesting perona. Once a fun loving Jedi focused on protecting the innocent, Nom no longer can hold such a carefree demeanor. He now roams the galaxy under the guise of a Jedi Master, yet desperately searches for his true purpose in life.

A lone Jedi star fighter, of quite modest accomidations, streaked through hyperspace. Sitting within the cockpit, wearing a forlorn expression if there ever was one, was Nom Anorus. He poured over his nav-computer almost obsessivly. Returning to civilized society was a lot harder than it looked. The Jedi Master did a quick scan of knowable Jedi bases, hoping to find the Order in a planet that he knew. He obviously struck Ilum from the list, having returned from that very location. Several locaitons remained however, leaving his search that much more difficult. Having remembered something about Gala mentioned before dying at the battle of Csilla, Nom decided to begin his search there. He would prove to be a tad too correct on his assessment upon arrival.

He was surrounded by pitch black, every inch of space shrouded in darkness. Nom Anorus, Jedi Master, lifted his hands in front of him. It was a strange sensation, feeling the brain signal the arm to movement, yet the visible confirmation of the act lay hidden amidst the black. Thinking on instinct, the Jedi Master ignited his lightsaber. This time, a marvelous silver pillar of light cut through the darkness. Surprisingly, the light humming from the Jedi's blade did nothing to cut through the pervasive darkness, despite its ability to cut through most anything else. A crimson blade joined his as a second lightsaber ignited, one wielded by someone else. "Nom Anorus, we just keep meeting it seems." The sinister voice of Raynuk Montar, Darth Quitus rang through the night with particular familiarity, the masking presence of darkness failing to hide the malicious presence beneath. "Your efforts are in vein naive Jedi," the Dark Lord continued. "Every feeble attempt you make to save life fails, your life as well as those you seek to protect vanishes by the end of my blade most of all," Quitus added, chuckling slightly. Even though Nom could not see the man, he was more than willing to bet anything that the Dark Lord was smiling. "You rise defiantly beneath the crimson blade fight after fight Jedi. You give your life for the cause so many times. The epic duels you wage need no introduction to the pages of legacy." Quitus began to move forward, the haunting crimson lightsaber dancing even closer to the Jedi, closing the distance between the two warriors. "Yet correct me if I'm wrong," Quitus mused playfully, "but I find no victory in those pages for Nom Anorus, no light at the end of any chapter. Your glorious righteousness has done nothing but thrown you into shadow. You valiantly charge into battle and lose EVERY TIME!" Quitus' screams echoed through the chasms of darkness, accentuating the last two words of his fierce diatribe. Nom Anorus, Jedi Master, servant of light stood motionless. The defiant smirk of confidence that once graced his features remained invariably absent. For the first time in his life, no witty retort escaped his lips. Only silence echoed from his fleeting mouth, against the dense blackness surrounding him. Quitus took his opportunity to continue, taking advantage of Nom's hesitance. "How has the light served you Nom Anorus?" Quitus spoke as if he already knew the answer to that question. ”œYou have denied the power it grants for the sake of the innocence in the galaxy. It's funny really." Quitus twisted the blade in his hand, as if not paying full attention to the one-sided conversation. "Whenever I try to purge that innocence from this world, I always seem to succeed." Anorus opened his mouth, desperately trying to find any words to spring forth. Yet try as he might, he was still bound by silence. All the while, Quitus continued to speak, his voice driving to a crescendo. "The light side of the Force is weakness, Nom. I know it, and I believe you are finally beginning to understand. Give into your rage Jedi!" Quitus snapped his fingers and the room flooded with light. His face sprang to view, the horrible visage of his eyes shinning with crimson fire brighter than the weapon he wielded. Those eyes shattered the great burden of silence weighing down upon the Jedi. Oh how he wanted to see those flames extinguished! "No." Nom's words were weak, his voice barely breaching the barrier of silence that once pressed down upon him. "You are foolish Jedi. You lost everything and will continue to do so until the day you cease to exist. Why do you keep fighting? The innocence you protect?" The question again sent memories to the Jedi Master's thoughts. He remembered his very first encounter with the Sith Lord. He ravaged the streets of a broken Coruscant and literally killed all who were unfortunate to cross his path. Nom, still a promising Jedi Knight, took up the burden to protect those who could not protect themselves. After a well-fought duel however, the Knight fell to death and defeat. Quitus after defeating his foe, continued to purge the streets of life once more. How often did that scenario occur? Nom's recollection brought him back further, bringing each important duel, where the drive to sustain life motivated him, to his mind. The scenario was the same. Each valiant effort ended in his death, and the death of several more after him. He was but one amid the ocean of murder, never managing to stem the tide. "Yes, you see don't you Nom? You fight a losing battle, one in which you will never win. The desire to preserve that which is dear," Quitus voice fluttered to a comical tone, obviously mocking the Jedi, "has failed you. You need a motivation greater Anorus. Only then, will you rise to your potential as a wielder of the Force." Anorus could only see the truth in the Dark Lord's words. Looking back, the resolve built by years of self sacrifice had yielded him nothing. Nom Anorus, Jedi Master, had not saved one single life since dawning the lightsaber. Such a realization was enough to send any Jedi into a massive life reexamination. The case was no different here. "You're right," Nom sputtered, his voice still tipsy within the presence of the great Dark Lord of the Sith. "Good Nom, now harness the Dark Side. Let its endless stream of power fuel you!" The Jedi squinted his eyes, confusion laid upon his brow. He began to shiver, slowly losing control of the will to stand. He crumpled to the floor, his body hitting the hard stone. Could he save life, preserve its precious existence by switching to the Dark Side? He would have never thought it possible, yet the Light Side of the Force certainly failed him. How could he save the lives of those ended by the Sith by joining him? That possibility seemed equally impossible. Both ends of the spectrum, Light and Darkness were of no use. The Jedi Master got to his knees. His flowing silver hair contorted across his face, sticking awkwardly to his skin due to heavy sweat. "I cannot join you Quitus." Nom's voice was not full of self righteousness or valor, but of complete sincerity. Only after truly thinking about it and weighing the odds, did Nom come to that conclusion. "What will fuel you then?" Anorus slowly got to his feet, his body swaying delicately. Had there been any wind within the room, it surly would have blown him to the floor. "I will make my own way. One carved by my own blade," Nom spoke with his eyes intently glued to his lightsaber, the silver blade ever tempting his gaze. "Without the Dark Side, you will know no victory." Quitus spoke not with the bemused mockery he usually did, but with subtle intensity. He was simply stating a fact. "I will seek to rid the galaxy of your kind. The protection of the innocent no longer fuels me. I live to see your head and others like it within my grasp." "That sounds awfully close to darkness to me," Quitus responded, not sounding convinced. "You are flirting with Dark Side Nom Anorus." "Then so be it!" Nom snapped back, his second blade igniting with his words. A blue lightsaber streaked into being, humming softly with the silver blade resting in the Jedi's right hand. With that, the torn Jedi Master rushed forward, blades raised. He would not halt until Darth Quitus was dead. He closed the distance, charging with all his might. This time, he was fueled not by light, nor by the darkness, but by himself. * Nom's eyes fluttered open, the haze of Ilum's cave slowly forming within his perceptions. After a moment, vision as he knew it returned. Two lightsabers now rested in his lap. He took each in hand and ignited them. Just as the vision had indicated, one was blue while the other was silver. ”œThen so be it”¦”

The deserted cave reveled in absolute silence as Nom's icy breath filled the air. He staggered back, the whites of his eyes still brimming with shock. The initial adrenaline rush of the situation ebbed, replaced with a powerful rush of fatigue. Balance forsaking him, the once Jedi Master crumbled to the ground, landing upon the hard rocky surface with a thud. His eyelids grew heavy, as if the weight of the cold crusted on the edge of his lashes. They slowly began to sink, his field of vision fading to black. Before darkness shrouded him, a tiny sparkle of light caught his wavering eyes. Curiosity seemed to overpower the intense fatigue and confusion welling inside the once powerful Force user. He staggered to his feet, which proved to be a task quite daunting, and stumbled to the carcass of the soon-to-be rotting lizard. Two beautiful crystals say next to the beast, each reflecting what little light filtered into the cave into a spectral of various colors. He took the two in his hand, inspecting them carefully. The two crystals seemed mesmerizing, the various array of colors tempting his eyes to close. Any kind of defense the Jedi might have erected fell to the imposing figure of fatigue. His mind wasted no time bringing visions to bear”¦ * Nom Anorus stood amidst a forsaken room, its emptiness all too apparent. Small tufts of smoke filled the area, making eyesight significantly limited. How he could even tell the room was empty was a mystery to him, yet somehow he knew. Everything changed however as a shrill shriek pierced the silence all around him. Within moments, a woman breached the smoke, her visible form becoming more crisp and sharp as the seconds passed by. The first thing Nom noticed was the desperate glaze in her eyes. The rest of her appearance seemed to follow suit as her clothes were torn and her hair rested atop her head in complete disarray. She was running from something. Nom tried to yell, to grab her attention in some way. It was as if he wasn't there at all. She took no notice as she streaked quickly passed him. The shadows began mounting behind her, finally forming the darkened outline of a man. The seconds revealed the physical nature of this second figure as well, the form of Kakuto Ryu appearing amidst the smoke. His hair shone with the brightest silver, his eyes bathed in pools of crimson. Anorus, beckoned by his natural inclination to protect, stepped between the two. Kakuto Ryu stopped, a malicious smirk adorning his devious face. His crimson lightsaber pierced the smoke as he charged the wary warrior defying him. Nom's jade green blade ignited in response, its sharp light much shaper amid the dense smoke. As Ryu approached, his own blade sharpened as well as he moved into focus. The two blades met, crimson and jade dancing to melodies of pain and anguish. Strength was not one to accompany the righteous endeavors of Nom Anorus. Ryu's lightsaber was inches away from Nom's neck. The only thing standing in the way was Nom's own weapon. Slowly, the crimson blade closed the small gap as the Jedi's own muscles failed to repel certain death. The result was swift, Ryu's lightsaber digging into the crevices of the Jedi's neck. Anorus could only scream in pain as tangible agony overwhelmed him. * Nom's eyes fluttered open, a new haze of reality forming in front of him. He was amid a dark street as small droplets of rain fell from the melancholy clouds above. Children's cries filled the night, each more desperate than the last. A cloaked figure dawning two crimson blades thrashed through the alley, viciously cutting down all in his path. Anorus wasted no time with questions. He flashed forward, his own crimson blade igniting as he went. Upon closing the gap, he could see the Sith before him. ”œHephaestus, you will kill no longer.”