Chosen One Ephant Mon

EM's rage takes over. He charges Anakin, who is still smiling. Anakin swings, but EM ducks. The blade passes over his head, and EM dives at Anakin's feet, knocking him to the ground. Anakin lands on his back. Before Anakin has the chance to swing again, EM viciously bites his axehand and grabs the axe when Anakin's hand loosens. EM hacks at Anakin's shoulder, but Anakin gives EM a kick square in the face and begins to flip over. EM tosses the axe against the far wall and jumps on top of Anakin. Anakin begins to punch EM in the head, but EM takes his good hand and thrusts it into Anakin's neck and begins to choke him. EM picks him up as he himself rises (still choking Anakin) and EM tosses him to the ground.

When the blade dug into his arm, Ephant Mon, instantly gave Anakin a kick in the gut, and with his other arm he knocks Anakin's axe arm away. This releases his wounded axe arm and buys him a moment. He immediately tosses his awe into his other hand. He is the agressor now, and he attacks with more rage than ever before. He lunges and brings his axe down on Anakin's head, but Anakin sidesteps.

Instantly, Ephant Mon reacts by dropping into a crouch and swinging his outer leg around behind Anakin's knees, which make him buckle and fall.

Anakin tries to react, but while still on the ground Ephant hurls his axe straight into Anakin's axehand forearm.

*Ephant Mon grins, resuming his half-crouch stance and preparing for the battle once again. He raises his vibro-ax.*

"I am ready."

"I still feel that we are strongest when united, Master Sith," Ephant Mon explain to Ciagyoel, "but perhaps something can be worked out in the future. I am not concerned with that at the moment. Would you like me to resume my battle with Anakin Malfoy?" He stood patiently, awaiting the Sith's reply.

Ephant Mon replied to Ciagyoel, "I will not turn my back on the other Sith. If we do not stick together we will never be able to accomplish our goals of total domination. This is the best chance that we've got."

"I understand where you are coming from, Ciagyoel, but, as a new Sith hopeful, I feel that I lack the proper guidance to become a great Sith. These people might be able to provide me with that guidance," Ephant Mon replied.

Ephant Mon pauses from the battle temporarily to ponder Ciagyoel's proposal.

"Now, I have not been around long enough to know what has been going on here, but I do feel that the leadership role should definitely go to the most experienced Sith here. We are nothing without some kind of leader who has been around since the beginning."

The current leaders seem to know what they are doing, and I will not cause any dissention in the ranks here."

Ephant Mon grinned before he dove out of the way of the blade and did a quick sommersault before instantly regaining his footing. The blade crashed into the wall behind him. The his cut skin meant nothing to him. Pain meant nothing. He could endure it.

Ephant Mon grins and grabs that viroblade that Nadd hands him. He crouches into a half-stance, waiting for his opponent to make the first move.

Freedon Nadd grinned in a most evil manner and focused his eyes on Ephant Mon.

 

"How do you think you would fare in a battle against another untrained Sith apprentice?"

"I suppose I will soon find out," the Chevin grinned back. "Any specific rules you would like to set for this battle?"

Ephant Mon approached Nadd. "What is it you wish of me?" he asked.

Ephant Mon landed on the surface. He exited his TIE fighter and began walking towards the life forms he could sense through the Force.

Over AM, Ephant Mon commed the surface in his TIE, requesting permission to land.

Ephant Mon comms the surface one more time, requesting permission to land.

Ephant Mon's starcraft looms over AM. He requests permission to land...

OOC: OK, sorry about that. Just needed some clarification...

OCC: Yes, I did see that. I also saw that many people came to the planet (without any explanation of how they found it), by just coming out of hyperspace and sending a transmission. So I decided to do the same thing.

OCC: Maybe I'm just missing something here, but how did everyone else going about finding the planet? I did sign up and this is what Tarrian told me to do.

In the darkness of space, I, Ephant Mon, bashed the side of my cockpit. Impatience was my weakness, I would admit to that. There had still been no reply from the surface of Aracoun Morion. I desperately desired to join the Order of the Sith, and my journey had brought me here. I wanted a master to train me in the ways of the Sith, to help me control my impatience that could be my downfall if it not be treated. Anger was seething through me. I decided to try to sent another transmission:

---begin transmission---

"This is the Chevin Ephant Mon, requesting permission to land," I said with frustration. "I also request to be trained, under a master, in the ways of the Sith."

---end transmission---

I now I waited. Waiting for I reply, not know when it would come. Just waiting.

Ephant Mon growled in his modified, TIE advanced. After 10 minutes, there had been no response to his transmission, and it troubled him. He knew vaguely through the Force that the minds of those on the planet were turned elsewhere, but he did not know the specific details. He knew his impatience was getting the best of him, and he fought hard to conrtol it...

Above the in the quiet of space, a modifed TIE fighter looms ever closer to the planet Aracoun Morion. The Chevin Ephant Mon sends an open transmission to the planet:

---transmission---

"...This is Ephant Mon, requesting premission to land...and to be trained in the ways of the Sith. Please feed me coordinates if permission is granted..."

---end transmission---

He sits in the dark, cramped cockpit of his personal TIE fighter, impatiently waiting for a response. He frowned as he gazed out his cockpit window. He did not like to wait...

CHARACTER SHEET

Real Name: Ephant Mon

Nickname: DARTH MON

Age: late 50's.

Species: Chevin

Height: 2.5 meters

Weight: 200 lbs.

Hair: light brown

Eyes: brown

Sex: Male

Homeworld: Vinsoth

Alignment: EVIL

Clothing: Worn brown cloak

Weapon: red lightsaber, the FORCE

Force User

Inventory: thick old bone as a walking stick

Posessions: Modified TIE Fighter Advanced