Mes Tisserand

Mes follows the dimly lit hallway down to the mouth of the cavern. His footsteps echo in his ears, amplified by the hardened rock. The ice covering the entrance gives off a faint glow... "Must be daylight" he thought Mes gave this fact little concern, as Ilum was a vastly underpopulated planet and his chances of encountering friend or foe were slim. Instead he focused his mind on the wall of ice in front of him, doing his best to warm his mind and then focus that heat on a small portion of the ice. This would prove to be more difficult than he had anticipated, as he hadn't felt much warmth in his body or mind in quite some time. After an hour or so, the true lights of day penetrated the cavern and Mes took his first look outside. He recoiled quickly because the light pained his eyes which were used to the blackened inside of the cave. After a few moments, he climbed out and began a trek down the cliff-side. It was at this moment he felt a pain in his gut, as familiar to him as a faint memory from ones childhood. "Hunger...when on earth was the last time I ate?" He couldn't remember. He had been sustained off of the sheer force energy emitted by the crystals in the cave for so long, he couldn't recall his last meal. Driven by the shadowy memory of an old friend as well as the unfamiliar pangs of hunger, he very slowly descended the snowy mountain to destination unknown. All he knew was that it was time to move; where he was headed wasn't important.[/i]

Deep in the caves of Ilum”¦ A man sits in the darkest corner of an extensive cavern, clothes ragged, beard unkempt, hair down to his shoulders, with his sharp eyes fixed on a single hole in the cave wall. With a soft and steady exhale, he closes his eyes, and once again, as he has now done for years, focuses his mind on the past. One single memory continues to come to the front of his mind: Sly Stevenson stood there... taking all this information in... when suddenly... an Image hits him... it was another glimse into the future, this time, It was for everyone to see. The Setting was the same as the last one... The remaining Jedi attack the Queen of Darkness... In the Valley of skulls and bones, the battle Rages on, with the first casualty falling... Master Neh Raven sustains a slice to the Chest, Through the heart to be exact, As the saber enters the Old Masters Skin, He feels the Light Burn, more hott than a thousand fires burning bright, the saber slices through the heart of the Master. Neh falls to his knee's in pain, as his eyes blink... the last thing he feels Is Sly's hands catching him from hitting the ground. Sly Lays his former Master on the Ground, using his fingers to close his eyes... Rising to his feet, Master Prophet whispers to the young Queen... you will pay for that... as Sly Engages in battle... the Next one to fall is BLCKCLONE... the old wookie jedi suffers a blow to the neck, ending his life quickly... with hardley any pain to him if any. Two Masters remain, Adi-Wan, and Master Sly Stevenson. Who would be the next to fall... would it be.... as Kaylynn Locks sabers with Adi-Wan, Kaylynn force pushes Master Prophet backwards knocking him a good 30 feet in the opposite Direction. As Master Prophet senses a force presence he hasnt felt since he was 26 he rises to his feet as he feels what is comming next. Sly uses the force to accelerate his running speed as he Jumps in the air, knocking Adi-Wan himself out of the way. Kaylynn turns around in time to see her mountain of skulls tumbling down upon her. The Skulls crush the Queen of Darkness as A voice is heard from the other side of the Mountian of skulls. "Good my young friend, your force powers still amaze me."... The voice was a familiar one to both Adi-Wan and Sly. The voice was... Mes Tisserand, one of the few remaining Masters of the galaxy, He was beleaved to be dead, but was alive, and had brought a Knight... A knight that was a former Padawan of Sly's. As Sly rises to his feet, Old with age he walks to the still fairley young Master Tisserand, his former Padawan. "You always did have the best timing Mes..."As Mes, Adi, and Sly catch up with chat, the skulls begin to move, saying nothing to the Masters, The Knight who remained nameless, rushes into battle with the Queen. As Kaylynn rises from the Skulls, she Ignites her saber, and locks face to face with the Jedi. Toe to Toe, Face to face, and Eye to eye... the two look very similar, the Boy, White hair, and white eyes, but... the Girl.. Black hair, and Black eyes... the two seemed very close, yet very different... The Sabers locked in battle, The Light Child speaks... "It seems we meet again..." The Lady Darkness replies with... "I was strong enough back then to kill THEM... Now I kill you..." The Image fades once again, as Sly states... WE must be leaving.. This vision will save us all. It seemed no-one but Sly knew what the Vision ment even though they all saw. Years. Years had passed. "Yeah...I'm a Jedi Master alright..." As true as that last statement the weary man made was, he felt no pride. His words echoed emptily into the darkness of the cavern, alone and cold. He began to think once again, "He's dead...gone." It'd been years since Sly had died, and he had at one point come to terms with it. Now, Mes Tisserand, once Jedi Master and Leader of the Jedi Council was a wreck. It'd been years since he'd seen or heard from a Jedi, this much of the prophecy was true. He'd been hiding in Ilum since his personal exile, years upon years ago. There was a time many years ago that he had considered moving on, moving forward from this wretched hole he had dug for himself, but it was but another daydream among many. He still couldn't remember what made him leave, it was just a feeling, something internal told him to flee, to hide, to disappear. He stares deeper into the hole in the wall, something very near to his heart. "Very Good Mes... This crystal is Powerful... This one is special... not just any green its Emerald Green... rare... but beautiful never the less...." Master Prophet uses the force to lift up the parts infront of their faces.... "Now... Take this peice first... and place the crystal inside..." He held the missing piece to that hole in the lightsaber lying beside him. It was that very instant that Mes felt something move inside him...deep within him, a voice pushed his very being... "Mes, move...it is time..." "Master?!?" Mes shouted, but the only return he heard was that of his own voice echoing throughout the cave. He stood for an hour, listening, but to no avail. Moments later, he felt his body moving, but not on his own accord. A spirit pushed his hand down to retrieve his lightsaber, and he then felt his feet walking him toward the mouth of the cave... With a smile crossing his face for the first time in years, he proudly stated: "Good to see you too Master."

*Mes pilots his N-1 starfighter from Ilum to Naboo*

Mes walked through the channels of the caves for hours, only by the guidance of his mind's eye. He knew the path by heart now, not needing the force or any other light to guide him. After an hour had passed, he finally came to a large empty hall that was dimly lit. He remembered what the hall looked like years ago... The old Jedi Council Chambers on Ilum now acted as the hangar bay for the Golden Falcon, his personal Naboo N-1 starfighter. He'd spent the past few years not only meditating, but preserving the condition of his beautiful transport, just in case he needed it again someday. Well, today was that someday. Climbing into the cockpit, Mes fired up the engines, and lifted off through the large hole in the roof. Setting his throttle to full, he made a beeline for the sky and didn't look back. ((Space))

Deep in the caves of Ilum”¦ A man sits in the darkest corner of an extensive cavern, clothes ragged, beard unkempt, hair down to his shoulders, with his sharp eyes fixed on a single hole in the cave wall. With a soft and steady exhale, he closes his eyes, and once again, as he has now done for years, focuses his mind on the past. One single memory continues to come to the front of his mind: Sly Stevenson stood there... taking all this information in... when suddenly... an Image hits him... it was another glimse into the future, this time, It was for everyone to see. The Setting was the same as the last one... The remaining Jedi attack the Queen of Darkness... In the Valley of skulls and bones, the battle Rages on, with the first casualty falling... Master Neh Raven sustains a slice to the Chest, Through the heart to be exact, As the saber enters the Old Masters Skin, He feels the Light Burn, more hott than a thousand fires burning bright, the saber slices through the heart of the Master. Neh falls to his knee's in pain, as his eyes blink... the last thing he feels Is Sly's hands catching him from hitting the ground. Sly Lays his former Master on the Ground, using his fingers to close his eyes... Rising to his feet, Master Prophet whispers to the young Queen... you will pay for that... as Sly Engages in battle... the Next one to fall is BLCKCLONE... the old wookie jedi suffers a blow to the neck, ending his life quickly... with hardley any pain to him if any. Two Masters remain, Adi-Wan, and Master Sly Stevenson. Who would be the next to fall... would it be.... as Kaylynn Locks sabers with Adi-Wan, Kaylynn force pushes Master Prophet backwards knocking him a good 30 feet in the opposite Direction. As Master Prophet senses a force presence he hasnt felt since he was 26 he rises to his feet as he feels what is comming next. Sly uses the force to accelerate his running speed as he Jumps in the air, knocking Adi-Wan himself out of the way. Kaylynn turns around in time to see her mountain of skulls tumbling down upon her. The Skulls crush the Queen of Darkness as A voice is heard from the other side of the Mountian of skulls. "Good my young friend, your force powers still amaze me."... The voice was a familiar one to both Adi-Wan and Sly. The voice was... Mes Tisserand, one of the few remaining Masters of the galaxy, He was beleaved to be dead, but was alive, and had brought a Knight... A knight that was a former Padawan of Sly's. As Sly rises to his feet, Old with age he walks to the still fairley young Master Tisserand, his former Padawan. "You always did have the best timing Mes..."As Mes, Adi, and Sly catch up with chat, the skulls begin to move, saying nothing to the Masters, The Knight who remained nameless, rushes into battle with the Queen. As Kaylynn rises from the Skulls, she Ignites her saber, and locks face to face with the Jedi. Toe to Toe, Face to face, and Eye to eye... the two look very similar, the Boy, White hair, and white eyes, but... the Girl.. Black hair, and Black eyes... the two seemed very close, yet very different... The Sabers locked in battle, The Light Child speaks... "It seems we meet again..." The Lady Darkness replies with... "I was strong enough back then to kill THEM... Now I kill you..." The Image fades once again, as Sly states... WE must be leaving.. This vision will save us all. It seemed no-one but Sly knew what the Vision ment even though they all saw. Years. Years had passed. "Yeah...I'm a Jedi Master alright..." As true as that last statement the weary man made was, he felt no pride. His words echoed emptily into the darkness of the cavern, alone and cold. He began to think once again, "He's dead...gone." It'd been years since Sly had died, and he had at one point come to terms with it. Now, Mes Tisserand, once Jedi Master and Leader of the Jedi Council was a wreck. It'd been years since he'd seen or heard from a Jedi, this much of the prophecy was true. He'd been hiding in Ilum since his personal exile, years upon years ago. He still couldn't remember what made him leave, it was just a feeling, something internal told him to flee, to hide, to disappear. He stares deeper into the hole in the wall, something very near to his heart. "Very Good Mes... This crystal is Powerful... This one is special... not just any green its Emerald Green... rare... but beautiful never the less...." Master Prophet uses the force to lift up the parts infront of their faces.... "Now... Take this peice first... and place the crystal inside..." He held the missing piece to that hole in the lightsaber lying beside him. It was that very instant that Mes felt something move inside him...deep within him, a voice pushed his very being... "Mes, move...it is time..." "Master?!?" Mes shouted, but the only return he heard was that of his own voice echoing throughout the cave. He stood for an hour, listening, but to no avail. Moments later, he felt his body moving, but not on his own accord. A spirit pushed his hand down to retrieve his lightsaber, and he then felt his feet walking him toward the mouth of the cave... With a smile crossing his face for the first time in years, he proudly stated: "Good to see you too Master."

(Wow, see how my exchange of words can changed the tide of battle eh? . See y'all in 3 days!)

*Feeling the stars hit above his knees, he immediately pulls them from his legs with his better arm, but the blood leaks quickly from the gashes, which makes him feel lightheaded as his eyes roll back and fourth in his head. He tries to stop the pain, and ties a ripped off piece of his robe around the cuts to slow and clott the bleeding. Feeling his jaw slightly, he realized it was fractured severly, and tried to find an option. He ripped another piece of cloth, and wrapped it tightly around his jaw, tying it at the top... Draining the pain from his body, he does the best he can to fight on, lifting his saber to his hands. Swinging the saber over his head with one hand, his better arm, he comes down on the sith, moving slow but surely, striking when the time was right. He finally made a strike for the Sith's throat...

*Snuffing the blood out of his nose, and spitting it from his mouth, he uttered just loud enough to be heard... "So you've improved eh? Good to see..." *Mes swings his blade forward, a bit dazed but focused just the same...he swings hard down left, over to the right, and up again, knocking Abbadon's blade to the left a bit, enough for him to try for a stab, which was also blocked. Bringing the blade back up over his head, he volleyed over to the right, and back up again, coming down on Abbadon's thigh. A slight singe was made in the fabric of his robes, barely scarring Abbadon, but enough to make him flinch. Mes came around with his blade on a wide swing...

*Mes shook off the drugs, and reagained his normal state of being...igniting his lightsaber he walked forward with the green glow iluminating his form...pulling the saber up over his head, he brings it down, and crosses over several times, until it ends up over his head again... "Bring your best, Master Abbadon..."

*Mes looked around at the landsape, staggering a bit, wobbly off the drugs, yet ready to fight just the same... "I'm waiting..."

*Mes once again smiled... "Oh, well...lets see...give Abbadon fair warning about what he's getting himself into and oh, let the smart side do most of the thinking...you just said it yourself, anger does not allow for clear thoughts...heheh."

*Mes looked up...with a smirk on his face... "There you have it...this is the Raynuk Montar that should be known...but you know what? There's not much I can do about it, except tell you that I just saw what I've been seeing since I met you...your light still glows from within...we all know how to hate...only some are contantly hating...and I thank you for not proceeding in that fashion."

*Mes leered upward, slightly discontented, slightly sarcastic. "I don't see what there is to finish Raynuk...nor do I see why I'm still here..."

*Mes looked up and shook his head...he still saw something different about Raynuk than the rest of them.. "The decision was to be made by the council as a whole...quite frankly, we didn't know yet...none of us saw the Jedi making it out of there."

"Oh, yes, I do remeber that...my first real trial if you may. I had to do everything to defend my Jedi, and if losing my life was included, I was willing to face up to it." *Mes looked away...he didn't quite know what to do...

*Mes coughed loud and looked up from tired, bloodshot eyes... "You know what Raynuk? I'm doing quite fine, even though I hate this stupid planet you've got me imprisoned upon...Quite frankly I'm getting bored, but I can't complain."

*The shear echo of the word pierced his mind. He was told stories of adults taken from Naboo when he was a kid, of the Empire taking people way for questioning...and when they came back, they were changed...many went to asylums, but others never came back... "Do you're worst Ar-Pharazon, I know NOTHING."

*Mes let out a long sigh, and braced himself as he sat upright... "Well listen you son of a b****, you won't get what you want. If you haven't noticed I've been on this god damned planet for a very long time. I can tell you Dagobah, but that's all I know...and I'm sure they're gone from there by now. Hell, you know that even if I did know, that I would die rather than tell you. Ah, but also, as such a "skilled" sith, if there is such a thing...*Mes smirked...you should be able to realize that I know nothing. *He looks up, a shadow cast down over his eyes, the lights only shining upon his lips...He bites his lower lip, and then calms down... "I have been here for a long time as you know...and I would say I have been pretty damn cooperative...quit you're games Master Ar-Pharazon, and tell me what you really want..."

*Mes looks up at Lord Ar-Pharazon disgustedly... "Of course I remeber you ya fithy bastard...such a force presence is not easily removed from the mind. What do you want now???"

*Mes leered upward, his eyes meeting Raynuk's... "I don't believe you...such a great sith...but so incredibly STUPID. I will tell you for the final time...I don't know anything!"

(Before he passes out, may posts back..) *Mes cries out in pain- "I DON'T KNOW, for the last time, i don't know..." *He rolls over, glaring away...

*Mes ignores the pain in his side, and talks back in a low raspy voice... "Raynuk...you're reading too deeply into this. *cough* The Jedi knew they had to *cough* mount the offensive on Dagobah. Get the *cough* damn droid, I don't care!"

*Mes looked up at Raynuk, with a cold look in his eyes. Spitting blood, he uttered a few words... "You fool, how am I to know where the Jedi are? Dagobah was where we were, but you know that. I've been here ever since you bastard..."

*Mes was quite interested in the sight of Eas-San here on this sith planet, he never had actually known what happened to him after the first gatherings on Dagobah. He thought all this to himself as he was let out of the tank, and quietly stood hands cuffed. He watched Raynuk leave the room, and once the door closed, he spoke silently to himself. "I know there's a light within that man, I swear..." *He could feel it just seconds ago, even in a forceless room the twinge of light. He could feel it before, when they were on Tatooine. He felt it very stongly during the Bug War. Companionship, Morals, and even slight Compassion. But he threw it all aside, and gave up on it for the time being. He slunk his legs down, and folded them. Closing his eyes, he meditated...and meditated, which he would do until disturbed.

((OOC)) Now am I supposed to feel pain Kakuto, when you hit me, but my shots don't damage you? *Mes feels the liquid in the bacta tank hit his newly cut wound, and the sting churns his stomach and makes him close his eyes tightly and let out a little squeal. He opens his eyes, and tries to make a peace with himself, and eyes the limp body of Kakuto laying on the floor. "He ought to hope I don't have the chance at him again..."