Abaddon

OOC:*ahem* The Hutts were remade as a source for NFU's, bounty hunters, smugglers, etc. Koplak the Hutt has varying jobs depending on your skill level and a great many bountys and cargos which cannot be posted publicly so post here and he will certainly have the job for you. IC: Nal Hutta is the Hutt capitol, having destroyed their original home with civil war and crime the Hutts now share this world but a recent entity has arrive uniting them in Galactic crime. Koplak the Hutt's fleet comes out of hyperspace, Koplak, having long ago taken over the Hutt council with his own loyal administrators. His capitol vessel docks with the orbital shipyard and planetary surface construction is begun on several projects. His underground shipping industry continues to flourish despite his lack of smugglers...and income was not a problem. On his way to the surface he exchanges information, via a datapad, with his secretary. He checks the new bounties and gurgles to himself: "If only he had more bounty hunters at his disposal..." His palace is extravagant by Hutt standards: various creatures and pits exist throughout it. It serves him well for accepting the low life guests he tended to keep company with....

Abaddon sent a comm to the surface. The highly encrypted message was handed on a datapad to Koplak who frowned or what must have been a frown as far as Hutts are concerned. "The other factions must not be interested in corporating or view it as a danger. My assumption would be the Empire acted typical of the Empire and refused to work with the Republic while the Republic is too cowardly to stand up and make itself a target for the opponent who will no doubt come after them soon enough." The Blademaster shrugged. Some things never change. Same thing happened with the infestation that had destroyed Korriban and various other systems. "I am returning to Darkwatch and perhaps will get in contact with Black Sun. I hope our corporations will continue to work together in the future. Good luck in enlisting the freelancers." The Retired Dark Lord cut the communications. The fleet entered hyperspace shortly thereafter.

OOC:Mod approved both my alias's can communicate if neccessary but will remain in different threads as much as possible. IC: The small Darkwatch fleet arrives above Tatooine. Abaddon begins debriefing his troops and spends some time verbally abusing Nurgle to do some inner cleansing. He sets up a comm with the surface to talk with Koplak he prefered the idea of having a rearguard and having someone to watch over the various factions in person. The former Imperial weapons Sgt. began to plan.

Abaddon opened a comm with the Jedi leader. "This Blademaster and retired Dark Lord Abaddon, Darkwatch Vice President and Commander." Abaddons cool calculated voice came over the electronic highly encrypted communication. "Im sure you are aware of the Galactic state of Emergency I request your presence at a nuetral zone for communication reguarding coordination against the threat. I have significant information to share with you reguarding the threat. Please meet at the Hutt Palace. Koplak has offered it as a nuetral meeting place. I suggest you mobolize all your resources and put ship production to maximum." Abaddon cut the comm. He bowed his head in thought. He hoped his position as a Blademaster would give them a greater likelyhood to meet despite his former hatred for the jedi. As a Blademaster he now viewed the jedi as just another aspect of the force. He prepared to send the next comm.

Abaddon opened a comm with the Empire. "This Blademaster and retired Dark Lord Abaddon, Darkwatch Vice President and Commander." Abaddons cool calculated voice came over the electronic highly encrypted communication. "Im sure you are aware of the Galactic state of Emergency I request your presence at a nuetral zone for communication reguarding coordination against the threat. I have significant information to share with you reguarding the threat. Please meet at the Hutt Palace. Koplak has offered it as a nuetral meeting place. I suggest you mobolize all your resources and put ship production to maximum." Abaddon cut the comm. Hopefully everything would come into place soon.

Abaddon opened a comm with the Republic. "This Blademaster and retired Dark Lord Abaddon, Darkwatch Vice President and Commander." Abaddons cool calculated voice came over the electronic highly encrypted communication. "Im sure you are aware of the Galactic state of Emergency I request your presence at a nuetral zone for communication reguarding coordination against the threat. I have significant information to share with you reguarding the threat. Please meet at the Hutt Palace. Koplak has offered it as a nuetral meeting place. I suggest you mobolize all your resources and put ship production to maximum." Abaddon closed the comm. He sighed all was now complete.

Abaddon woke his unwilling student. Apprentice seemed to strong of word but he was sure Nurgle would learn something from this. "Dominus, you must first come to grips with yourself before you can even compare to me in strength. After searching your mind I am more the adequately aware of your skill set." Abaddon gave a knowing nod to figure in the bacta tank before him. He had no apprehension of killing him if he resisted and had left certain defense measures in place. ((OOC Note: this is not an 1 post kill since it is the result of a posts in Black Sun)) The Blademaster comm beeped to life. An alert was sounding from Darkwatch. "Report." "Sir! A Galactic State of Emergency has been put in effect. We are unclear on the specifics at this point but an alien plague is decending on the Galaxy! Lord Dagon is on a leave of absence and has minimum correspondence with us...Awaiting orders, Sir." "Recall all unneccessary Operation Troops. I want our theater of Operations on Lockdown. Contact the current Dark Lord and Jedi Leader. I will see to contacting Black Sun and the Hutts. I have a bit more than an idea as to what this could be and its going to take a Galactic response...See that the Emporer and the Priminister is notified. Well choose a nuetral ground as our meeting place." "Lientenant set new course for Darkwatch head. Seargent prepare you squad, this is going to get ugly." His cold commands crisply executed by his soldiers. "Moving, Sir!" came the response. "Execute jump! Tinting maximum on the Bacta Chamber" Nugles force senses are blocked by Abaddon with much concentration Darkwatch will remain a secret. Before leaving he uses his encrypted comm to send messages across the galaxy...

Abaddon's pod and those of his soldiers hit with a resounding thud. As the soldiers piled out Abandon smiled. A dark and sickening smile. His troops were the loudest and brashest of the army. "If you're not looking cool you're not doing it right." Was one motto he stood by. For that reason his suit still laid in his vehicle the controls to it in one of the pockets of his robe if he needed it. He doubted it. Landing relatively close to a key military facility Abaddon deployed his troops toward it. The one time Imperial commander was more than adept to commanding troops and setting up fighting positions. With a small company of crack troops at his disposal he began to deploy around the facility. "Headhunter one bring the breach equipment to..." He said breathlessly into his comm. "Headhunter 2 set up combat suits with 360 security from this vector" "Tomahawk one I want crewserves to set a line of site to our sweepers." He breathed on a second frequency. The Opsec set up between the mission and the crypto set on the comms was of the highest quality. "Tomahawk two I want you to take the farside of my location and prepare to cut off stragglers. Dig in at this location you should find an old bunker there, if my Intel serves me correct." "Headhunters 3 and 4 prepare to follow after the sweepers. Draw no quarter once my orders are given." Abaddon waited for an acknowledgement then continued dispersing his troops in an efficient manner. "We must hit them before stand to. If not I want Bandits one and four standing by in reserve as a QRF. Leave them 3 manpacks." The former Imperial Weapons master was really starting to enjoy himself again. "Bandits two and 3 set east and west side respectively interlocking sectors of fire. Leave rear security as our TTPs dictate." The men moved silently and stealthfully to obey their commander. They knew Abaddon would always reward with bloodshed. "Regulator one, High ground at the water tower located at these coordinates....Regulator two, at my six. Regulator three, overwatch. Regulator four, deploy in the elevated bunker at checkpoint...." "Move"...Within 2 minutes the soldiers were finished an in sequence comms check alerting him to their position reporting times interlocking to the QRF allowing maximum communication, minimum disruption and situation awareness to all troops so as not to fall victim to friendly fire like armatures." "Vampire one two three and four standby for Intel dump on my mark." The guards outside had no idea what was about to hit them. "Commencing breach." Abaddon lifted a heavy rocket launcher to his shoulder. And fired. The eight standing guards 600 meters away evaporated instantly along with a good portion of the blast doors. Instantly Headhunter one was on his back in a stack. They began clearing away the still stunned remaining 5 on mobile patrol in the front. Three of the four sniper squads began firing from their emplacements taking out all outside occupants out within seconds. "Clear, move" The troops entered the radio facility and began clearing the rooms. Over the squad comms came the ups on each room cleared. "One up and Amber" came the status of the first wounded. "Two green up, up" Came another. "Three up, up over," Came a third. "Four, I'm red up down over, request relief." A soldier reported having been jumped from the rear. "I want Regulator two moved into this hall; no soldier will be taken from another cheap shot like that." Came Abaddon's command loud and clear over the Company comms as he finished clearing a room by himself. A task only a force user could do safely. "Medivac request in process", came the response of one of his lt's. "Good soldier." Abaddon replied to himself. "Facility clear." he stated coolly into the headset as he stepped over a half dead rebel; drawing his blade he ran him through. "Vampires, Mark" The vampire squads began to march into the facility. Intel soldiers with high clearances and vast technical experiences. "Abaddon to Dagon all comms on world we can intercept...modifying jamming device to block offworld comms only. Intel dump processing. Locations locked on and transmitting. You now have the locations of all comm stations in the AO and the freqs they operate on. Operation complete." Abaddon then charged the His captains with the rest and mounted a swoop. Within moments he was at another station this one just a regular Supply dump. And he didn't bother clearing. He himself shelled the thing to death just trying to draw attention. "This should draw those worthless Jedi out..."'

Update from 3 years ago lol. CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Unknown Nickname: Abaddon Age: Unknown Species: somewhat human Height: 5'10" Weight: 150 Hair: Jet Black Eyes:deep Blue Sex: Male Homeworld:Unknown Alignment: (Good, Evil, Neutral) Nuetral/evil User or Non-Force User: Force User Overall: Abaddon appears young and handsome his light skin and firm features accent his eyes and long hair. He counteracts the prettyboy appearance by his clothing, body language, and cold tones. ------------------- Clothing: Camo pants: (color and design depend on situation) tucked into thick combat boots. Boots: Steel backed and bottomed imperial combat boots. (on non mettallic leg.) Black cloak: The Sith Master's, thick black cloak, shrowds face and is designed to be light so as to flow with combat motions but not affect the movement of the wearer. ------------------- Weapons: Ghurka knife and Cermonial Ghurka sword: have been treated to block lightsabers. Black blades soaked in blood, almost always used for finish moves. Escrima swords: Heat treated against lightsabers as well, black metal, these custom cut Machetes' are designed for defence and speed moves. The swords are specifically designef for parrying and slashing motions. Assorted knives: Throwing knives, Balisongs, and various other combat style shortened blades... Blaster Rifle stash: though not favored and rarely used, the Sith Master has a stash of blasters of varying designs inside his ship. The former weapons Master had spent the younger portion of his youth collecting weapons and blasters. Lightsabers: 2 Lightsabers created by Abaddon under Master Bahrom Zar's training. (complete spare parts from the design and extra crystal dust from the same location as the originals are stored aboard his ship) 1 Jedi Master Mes Tisserand's Lightsaber 1 Jedi knight Mathis Qui Gon's lightsaber 1 Sith Lord Darth Grief's lightsaber 1 Raynuk Montar's lighstaber 1 Wookie jedi's lightsaber --various other lightsabers from past duels-- Various other taken weapons: 1 energy sword/ staff/whip/ projectile weapon (Darth Grief) 1 Lightsaber resistent glove (allows for catching blades((Darth Grief))) 1 Great Axe (Heretic) 1 Halberd style Long Axe (Garet Jax) 1 blade (Kheldar's droid) 1 sniper rifle (Darth Grief) Duel wieldable Caelestum- Ghurk Kukri style blades forged in Silent V other facts pending exposure and use. --------------- Inventory: Hacking Equipment:stored on Ship Electronic left leg: starts at the mid thigh, ejectable blade (like a switch blade) installed in heel that is poison tipped, Ejectable spare lightsaber (as in launchable) from thigh, enhanced strength agility and speed.(Paid courtesy of KVC) Electronic left arm: enhanced strength, agility and speed.(Paid courtesy of KVC) Electronic left eye: enhanced sight and targeting assistance(Paid courtesy of KVC) Biological enhancement: allowing him to double his midichlorian count (may only be used once a month without severe reprocautions like addiction.) Sith Holocrons Ancient Sith Holocrons Alchemically altered pet dragonkin (exact species to be posted later when I find the old thread I got it in) Weaponry mentioned previously Posessions: Weapons stated above, currently a partner in the ownership of several large illigeal buisnesses on Falleen. Ship:Modified assault gunboat...(modifications stated in Ship modifications thread)Ship Trained by: Sith Master Bahrom Zar Knighted by: Kakuto Ryu Master trials by: Lord Ar Pharazon Apprentices Trained: 1. Darth Searcy 2. Darth Vauler 3. Dagon 4. Tyler Durden 5. Minuq History: Former Imperial weapons Master turned rogue after discovering he could manipulate his weapons with the force. Little is known about his history prior to this to anyone but Dagon his favored apprentice who discoverd Abaddon is from Ral'Tath ...He is a trained combatant and extremely knowlegeable on almost any weapon from blasters to blades. He specializes in ancient weapons and uses them as a wild card against opponents. Currently: working with Darkwatch securities as he continues to master his new or refound history.

When Darkness Falls dropped out of hyperspace shortly after the fleets arrival. The Gunboat was barely visible in the darkness its blood tinged wing tips the only feature to give away its presence and silhouette in the night sky. Docking with the Dagon's capitol ship, the former Dark Lord of the Sith made his way to the bridge. Passing various soldiers on the way he barely broke stride as the helmeted faces jumped to attention trying to avoid him. His boot falls landing noiselessly on the ground the troops barely had time to react once they noticed him. Gliding like a shadow he entered the fore of the ship. Coming up beside Dominique his blood red robes flowing behind him, Abaddon stretched out with the force and tapped the blade on her back to test her balance. "Don't get yourself hurt." He said coldly knowing it would only spur her to perform in front of Dagon. Though Dagon wasnt her master, he had been going far to easy on her as a student. He could already read it in former apprentices mind. Dagon of couse knew it. But then even Sith weren't above playing favorites to some extent. She was indeed a strong pupil. Abaddon had half the idea in his head that could resurect the sect from Dagon, Silas and Dominique alone. But he wasnt sure if he had the patience to teach again yet. The Former Emperor and Sith Master stood at ready blades glistening from his back, the lightsabers of countless opponents hanging from his belt more for decoration than anything else now. "How long?" Abaddon asked coolly.

OOC: IDK about all this self destructing vessels that can carry remote detonation from systems away? and from computers that have been hacked over to the alliance.... And I do belive Jedi Master Cboath did do similiar powers in the books...however he was turned to the darkside because of how he used it....

OOC: appreciate you waiting on me intentional or not I appreciate the gesture. Good post! IC: Abaddon smiled as he watched his victim ingest blood from his own squirting wounds. The superficial damage he'd had hoped would deture his enemy had done little. He wished the young man would just stay down so he could finish him off quickly. He was a soldier and for that thier was always a begrudged respect Abaddon gave automatically to this opponent. For having been a soldier he realized the commitment that was there. Again hed hoped to finish him quickly and without pain after having had his fun... He watched the soldier remove the blades appearing to ignore the razor sharp edges ripping against muscle, sinew, and bone. On the other hand this was proving more and more entertaining. Which appealed to Abaddons playfully sadistic side....Unfortunately for the soldier this side was generally more dominant. He caught the blood straight across the face...It stung but at the same time a bit landed on the tip of his tongue making his mind focus in bloodlust. A smile of pure sadism twisted his lips and his eyes darkened beneath the blood. He felt the blows come one after another he had been beaten to a blood pulp many a time had lost several limbs to various fights...pain was easily bearable but no so quickly removed from combat focus. It had been awhile and hed been caught of his guard due to his rusty reflexes. Doubling over he felt the knuckels crash against his face and the bone of his nose crack. The sadistic smile grew larger... An elborw struck him followed by a powerful strike to his chin making his teeth rattle and his hatred grow. He was beginning to forget why he was letting this soldier live so long. Then another blow, a side kick to the face one that sent the Sith master back about a foot and made the nose of his face crack the rest of the way out of place. The second caught him in the stomach and then he fell. A final blow and a hand on his face....He felt neither...His hatred so far he had forgotten to hold back. Darkness began to ooze from his body. The soldier was frozen in fear for a second and a second was all it took. When he finally squezzed the trigger The Sith Master was no longer there. Complete blackness had blocked out the stars seen through the transparasteel window. The room which was once alight with glow pannels, displays and screens was darker then the darkest night. The technique sent normal men into a panic but the soldier held his ground. Training most likely and muscle memory were the only thing that let what normal people would consider sanity keep his legs from shaking or running. The blaster bolt rang out against the total silence reverberating and echoing and then suddenly...The sound of a lightsaber deflecting the blast sending a light from the darknes into the commanders leg. The bolt sizzled flesh and blackened it to a crisp as it passed through the meat of the leg. The smell of burned and seared flesh flowed to the soldier nose. His own bolt had cooked him. The flash of pain made Gren drop to his knees. Where coincidentally that very same location of Abaddons body was waiting. The metallic knee met the face with a smash. The blade still in the soldiers teeth rent the flesh of his mouth into useless flaps and sliced through his tongue. Blood poured from his mouth. He appeard little more than a drewling insect as the shadow of a boot appeared overhead to crush him. "Worms dont deserve to speak." Abaddon said out of sight cracking his nose back into place without a sound. The Sith Masters metalic boots met the man's face with a smash and Abaddon almost said ”œBite the curb bi***”

OOC: no prob. and a 3 post duel seems to be the in thing right now so lets go witht that. Since I started the duel Ill take it this is my second post. Also Im assuming your blades are heat treated against lightsabers... IC: Abaddon was furious. His opponent though lacking the speed and charisma of a trained force user had actually managed to think his way through the situation. He had underestimated his opponent and it had been an almost fatal mistake. He obviously a little more than rusty. Sure he could kill this soldier right where he stood with snap of his fingers. But why use the force so candidly. His body needed a work out...this would be it. He decided hed stick to force enhancement techniques only in an effort to increase his abilities to their former glory. The former Emporer and Dark Lord let out a sickening laugh. Abaddon parried the duel blades with his lightsaber. The dark beam that seemed to remove light rather than create it had been a gift from a different age... The lightsaber turned the metal of the sword white hot on contact, but it still managed to hold against the beam. Abaddon was intrigued by this soldier he was skilled and ingenious, too bad he had to die. He wished more of his soldiers had been as inventive. Still this soldier wasnt even capable enough to have been one of his apprentices. No his apprentices had become Dark Lords and Conquerors....This was just another body for the grave count. While parrying the attack he moved with force speed to the side of his opponent just as his opponents blades came in contact with the black blur of a space hed once occupied. The analytical mind of a former Sith commander had served him well. This was certainly his chance. He raised his deflected Ghurka in a high arch as if for a finishing stroke that would cleave the head from the shoulders but with a sudden change of motion and a smooth shifting of body weight the Sith Master drove his elbow into the back of the neck of his opponent, before the man could even register what had happened. The blow knocked his opponent to the ground and seemed to both knock the wind as well as the commanders sight temporarily from his body. "Well, Gren" The way Abaddon spoke made it sound as if the name were scum from a Bantha's toes. "Ill grace you with my name since you should know it before you die." Abaddon paused and then revealed his name as if it were a statement of jest. "I am Abaddon a former Dark Lord and Sith Master." He took this elapsing time period as an opportunity to remove the vac suit by slicing a neat line across his suit untill it fell from his body. The plated metal hit the ground with a slam. Revealing Abaddons young unscarred face. Though he was old, older than most of the Sith he had seen battling, he had never aged. A gift of the force some would say. A illusiion used through the force other supposed. No one really knew. From his shoulders hung a thick cloak of black and red with an emblem of the Sith on it. The rest of his body was covered in black leather and a small black cloth mask covered his mouth. "Wearing body armor against you is overcrediting you." The Master said a disgusted smile twisting across his face. "However you are entertaining so please to to stay such or Ill be forced to finish you off quickly. He dropped to the floor and spun on the ground his leg sliding around just in time to trip Gren as he tried to get up. With another smooth transition of body wieght Abaddon launched himself into the air and tucked away his ghurka. While in mid air he removed 4 vibro blades from an unseen pocket and threw them at his target. Each found its mark with practiced ease. One in each hand pinning the soldier against the ground while blood poured across his knuckels and down his forearms to where the other two had again found there mark. If the soldier was to escape the blades, his grip would be extremely loosened on those swords....

OOC: gravity wells dont keep things from entering the system... IC: The former Dark Lord stared silently at the battle before his eyes....the galaxy had definately changed since hed last been around. He grinned slightly watching Montar...then gripped the control of "When Darkness Falls" and moved the Assault gunboat in closer to the battle. Perhaps it was destiny that his ship was pulled out of hyperspace by those gravity well generators.... The highly modified ship moved faster than most gunboats as it was missing the powerfull ion cannons that had once weighted so sluggishly on its manuevering. The ship slid easily between the turbolaser fire and with a flick of a switch Abaddon launched his first salvo at the capital ship designated Vortex. A mag pulse slammed into the main bridge disabling the shields, comms, and a variety of other computer terminals. Blasting wih his gunboats laser cannons he blew a small hole in the transparasteel window. Vac suit on, he activated his remote device for "When Darkness Falls" and guided the ship into a position to allow him entrance.... ---- He slipped through the hole in the hull just as a group of repair droids began to seal it away, by slapping a metal plate over the hole. The sith mastered stared arond the room which was filled filled with techs and armed troops who had been carrying a variety of weapons and equipment...the boarding party was obviously well armed. He laughed aloud watching them scatter for their weapons. Having nearly been sucked into the vastness of space a few didnt even move. He reached out his hand and maximized a force push knocking all of them back further from there weapons. He shook his head. "Thats not a very warm welcome." His voice crackled through the vac suits mic sounding almost like thunder. Drawing his Ghurka and lightsaber he mutilated the first few bodies closest to him. He then turned his dar gaze at Gren... "You must be the commander. Tell the admiral its over... or you die where you stand." He said slashing down with his ghurka. His red and black Vac suit becoming a blur of motion and the force enhanced his speed and strength. ((Duel))

"And miss out on the view? You gotta be kidding" The Sith Master nudges Montar.."eh...eh"

When Darkness Falls lands beside The Hell's Remembrance. A dark cloaked figure steps out and opens the hatch of Tarrians ship. Entering the ship he stares at Montar an old acquaintance and former mentor. "I think I can be of assistance in that...blood tense to cleanse the soul..." The Master replied quitely. "How many times now have you been brought back by the way?" The former Imperial commander and Dark Lord of the Sith asked.

OOC: 3 days... The blood on Abaddons blade seemed to glow in Sadistic glee... "Your far too slow" He said as the Jedi reached for his lightsaber. The Former Dark Lord of the Sith and Imperial Emporer...reached out with his hand and crushed the skull of the wookie as if it were butter in a microwave. Brain matter splashed against the control panel of the ship sizzling the electronics so vital to it. Abaddon gripped a remenant of the skull and placed it in a pouch within his cloak... 1 down... "Do you jedi get easier with time or what...." He said in sarcasm as he melted away leaving the scene of gore, so deathly calm. ****** He piloted his ship away from the smoking remains of the wookies fighter... "Dagon" He said softly as he pulled When Darkness falls into the bay of the flagship Eternal Torment. "Wheres Balor?" The Master said seeing his former apprentice approach him. His body stood rigidly on the ramp leading from the gunboat to the floor of the bay as he awaited his apprentices answer. His eyes constantly searching the bay for anything threatening. Almost hidden behind the shadow of Abaddons cloak....were it not for the red tinged glow they imenated.

Abaddon, Guardian of Darkness, Lord of Malice and true hatred....had returned. He had felt a call...deep within the place where his soul should have been. From his apprentice...or former...he had kinda cheated...what was his name now?.... Dagon thats it...Dagon. He pulled his truly loyal ship "When Darkness falls" out of hyperspace. The streaking light lines turning to points many distances away. The black red trimmed gunship was almost invisible against the sky the light of the sun glistening across the bloodstyled wings. His syndicate ship had reached awarness in his departure now worked like no other machine matching his mind faster than the force ever could. "Time to Die!" The Sith Master, former Emporer, Wielder of War... Screamed. His throttled maxed he slammed up against wookied jedis ship with such force as to send it into the star Destroyer disabling its systems. The Dark Master slid through a hole in the ship that wasnt there before, and slashed with his lightsaber deep into the metal of his opponents ship. Jumping down he ripped his lightsaber through superheated air at the chair the wookie was sitting in. It shorted right in the middle of slash sparing the wookie. "Damn loaners" He said pulling out his tainted ghurka. Though not the massive one his apprentice now possessed it would do to destroy this worm. "How many times do I have to kill you???!!!" His voice filled the room his pressence and dark ora overcoming the jedi's light. He was almost extinguished and darklightning sizzled through his fur. The Dark knight slashed down at the wookie tearing his arm from its socket. The ghurkas poisons already slowing the wookie....

((OOC:...You should have just posted. This is obnoxious, and I'm not going to wait for you to clear up the new rules. It's been three days since you told me not to three day rule you. I'm not waiting any longer.)) Abaddon dashed toward his foe with the force at his back, increasing his speed and grace. He drew his saber into his first swing, igniting the blade the instant it came off his belt and driving it upward. Onderin's lightsaber, not yet activated, fell to the floor. His severed arm came after, followed closely by the lower half of his body, cut diagonally from hip to armpit. Abaddon's gloved fingers clutched tightly around Onderin's face, holding up the remainder of his body and acting as a conduit for Abaddon to penetrate Onderin's mind. He sensed many things as the Jedi master died, for instance how it felt to have ones stomach sliding out the open end of your body cavity. Pain... Disappointment... Peaceful, though he tried to remain. He captured every synapse, experiencing Onderin's life as it passed through his mind. It was a surreal experience, which he bothered with only to make up for the disappointment he had felt in the speed of the duel. The last of Onderin's now lifeless body fell to the ground. No challenge, yet again.

((OOC: You can't just ignore my actions because you don't feel their fair. Call a mod if you think that. There are tons of things you can do other than just say what I did didn't happen. I'd try the doors. I didn't lock you out of all the systems, I just turned the turrets on you--and as it turns out, you never really much defined this ship, so you can fairly easily just say they're only in the hangar. Throwing the doors shut would slow us down pretty quick. A bit late now, but oh well. And as a side note, I'm pretty sure there was a rule agreed upon that said that only specially trained FU killing troops could, indeed, kill FUs. Something about after that last ground invasion at the backside of the Sith attack on the temple Fiasco. But, that doesn't matter, because as sound as your attack logic is, you didn't account for two things. 1. There's no chance that I'd post just losing the fight, and 2. There's plenty of solid ways to counteract this attack.)) As the rush of troops came in Abaddon began to grow frustrated. The commander of this army was some combination of persistent and desperate. As their sites of their guns moved to seek out the Sith Lord, a huge shower of sparks flashed behind them, followed by the quick blackening of the room as the lights lost powers. Their helmets lacked visors, as was the republic standard, and in an instant they were rendered useless. Abaddon was a Sith, and through the force he needed no sight. He could see entire squad, now frantic and lost, having been unable to get off a single shot at the crafty Abaddon. He drew his twin swords, black steel that would not give his position in the darkness and silently charged toward the line's end. The force silenced his moments, allowing him to get mere inches from the "elite soldiers" without them having the slightest warning. The echo of his blades ripping through the exposed flesh of the soldiers and their meandering, implacable gurgles for air were the only sounds that managed to penetrate the darkness. The warmth of a spray of blood from their nearest neighbors was the only feeling they sensed before the cold steel tore into them. Abaddon danced through the army, chopping it to pieces without the slightest hint of difficulty. They could not fire, for they had formed such a miserable flank that doing so would just as likely result in the mowing down of their friends. So they just waited, fumbling in the blackness and desperately praying for a miracle that did not come. The light flickered back on only once, just in time to reveal the scene as he had painted. Blood splattered walls and limbs strewn about the floor, desperate blood handprints on the floor, walls, and all over the bodies caused by suffocating men grasping for help. The pool of blood went from wall to wall, and Abaddon was quite literally soaked in it. His blue eyes were still calm, though his faces wrinkled with anger. The Sith Master was quite resolute now--he was done playing with these pawns. The Sith sheathed his blades and disappeared into the darkness once more, weaving in and out of the halls avoiding conflicts with the force to hide his movements and a bit of simple ingenuity to take them past the eye of the republic. Working solo he was finally able to slip past the Alliance guard and board the lift to take him to the bridge. The turbolift door opened behind Onderin, a decapitated officer's head* lying on the ground, explaining how Abaddon had gotten past retinal scan to board the lift in the first place. The Sith Lord held his hand out, crushing blasters into scrap metal as they were pointed at him with simple gestures to the force. The doors sealed shut behind him, a small electrical fire erupting from where the magnetic seal was invisibly tampered with to stay shut. Abaddon threw a single bolt of force lightning at Onderin as a taunt, or perhaps an honorable demand for his attention as the battle started. In either case, it was now painfully clear that Onderin would be able to stall the duel no longer. The Sith threw his robe back, resting his fingers on his lightsaber hilt and placing his blood encrusted thumb on the release switch. ((OOC: Now, I respectfully request a duel of 3 posts. I'm flexible on the mod, but I'd like KvC, if that's alright with you. *Or an officer's hand, or a bloody ID card, or a cowering mind-raped officer who could do nothing but repeat the codes. Really, it doesn't matter, so don't try to say that isn't your security system. Especially since it wasn't very clearly defined. ))

((OCC: Your Demise.)) The former Dark Lord was slowly losing faith in the power of the worthless gun toting morons that had been sent with him, feeling now that they almost certainly couldn't be trusted to do their jobs, easy as they were, to his satisfaction. If he wanted it done right, as always, he would be forced to do the job himself. As Abaddon approached the rear line of a failing offensive, he was quickly noticed and saluted by its commanding officer. "Failure." His hand quickly went to the lightsaber at his side, where he activated and slashed once in a fluid upward arc, cleaving the officer through the middle before he could make his excuses. He lowered the red saber back to his belt, deactivating it quickly before placing it on the loop. He turned around, his attention drawn to a soldier that bore a special mark on his arm, signifying that he had a specialty in slicing. He was quite a bit shorter than the other soldiers, and his armor didn't quite match, suggesting that he was likely a human remnant of an old Venom unit. At the far end of the hall was a terminal. The course of action was not a difficult one to plan. An imperial soldier fell backward onto Abaddon, a large smoking hole in his shoulder. The look of disdain for their incompetence in his face matched only the fury that was welling up in his mind. "Do I have to do everything myself?!" The Sith Master's fist slammed into the helmet of an Imperial, knocking him out of the way to make room. Now faced with a wall of the Republic Elites, he extended his hand. Instantly the firing from the Republic side stopped, and for a brief moment there was silence--cut short by the horrible scream of a soldier feeling his fingers being bent backwards to the point where the cleanly snapped off, rendering him totally unable to wield a weapon. The firing line slowly broke apart as all of the men and women of their pathetic militia were individually subjected to the same punishment, until all that stood where once a proud force of morons took arms was a sniveling pile of fingerless cowards. The Defenseless squad was cut down quickly by the Imperial blaster fire, who knew they would be next if they actually made the Sith do all of the work. Abaddon grabbed the tech specialist by the collar of his armor, ripping off his helmet and then throwing him in front of the terminal. "Turn the defenses on the Alliance. Now." The slicer went to work slowly, plugging in some kind of device to aid in his job. He seemed slow, ignorant, and the look on his face as he examined the unfamiliar screen was less than reassuring. Abaddon's gloved hand landed on the back of slicer's head. "Work Faster," resonated on the inside of his mind, his efforts now growing more paced and exact as he was pumped with the power of the Dark Side. His fingers went to the keys faster, his eyes now fixed dead in the center of the screen. "Faster." Abaddon began going through him memories and unlocking everything that he thought he'd forgotten about the courses in slicing, making his effectiveness jump ten fold. He suddenly seemed quite familiar with the system, addressing prompts before the computer could fully load them on the screen. "Faster damnit! Faster!" The slicer's eyes began to bulge as his fingers went to a pace that seemed to defy the limitations of human dexterity. Entire lines of code appeared on the screen in seconds. His breathing grew heavier, and his jaw now hung wide open. "C'mon!" The Slicer hit the enter key just before a stream of blood shot out of his eyes and covered monitor, a low moan escaping his frozen lips as he fell to the ground, his potential spent and his body now lifeless. Deep in the core of the ship the defenses computer controller went crazy, changing the targets it was previously set to attack now to be the only ones it wouldn't. The hand aimed cannons lost all power. The hangar turbolasers turned on any stragglers of their fleet, blowing them up before turning on the Republic forces that had used it to guard their backs. Best of all, the interface controller on the computer burst into flames, ensuring that nobody would be changing it back until the whole system could be overhauled. Only the surveillance systems stayed in control of the Alliance, which only served to keep Onderin right on course with the deaths his soldiers suffered, cut down by their own defenses or routed and screaming as they were defeated by the gradually strengthening Imperial forces. Abaddon turned his back on the force he had been using, taking up the path he had been walking since before this delay. He would finish this job at the bridge, where the Jedi resided.

Discreetly the black Blastboat exited its base, subtle and quiet--hardly noticeable in the chaos of battle, while so many other ships swirled around ignorantly following patterns designed to make them die in the most effective ways. The ship's heavy weaponry stayed all but inactive, the force and expert piloting skills rendering such pointless displays of power unnecessary. He had not come to waste time taking potshots at the peons of the Republic workhorse. The ship landed in the middle of a hanger on the Star Defender, dashing through its breached defenses to land him and his crew, inside a few ships that would be soon behind him, into the belly of the beast. Republic commandoes lined up at his hatch, prepared to take on the invading force. When the door slot open a howl in their minds compelled them to fire, blindly, stupidly, into the dark passage of the ship-intent on killing whatever had been riding. A few moments of fire were followed closely by several of silence; the horrifying wait before one could truly count himself as safe again. This silence, this fear was only quantified when sweating brow of the commander was pierced by a thin steel knife, thrown with such a force and skill that his helmet provided no contest, and he was drawn down to his knees, to die in agony while desperately squeezing the trigger of his automatic weapon to shoot wildly at what his failing mind couldn't see wasn't the enemy. During this, when an entire force of men was suddenly taken by the challenge of having to dodge the fire of the man that they had expected to lead them, was His chance to stop this annoyance from delaying him any further. A hail of knives glided through the air, each with such speed and accuracy that the commandos had not the comprehension to notice them, much less to avoid them before they had embedded firmly in their soft flesh. As they stood, desperately gasping for help trying to dislodge the light steel from their necks or shoulder, He set forth a final tactical strike, using bolts of force lightning, attracted by the metal knives and guided to their lodging, to stop the hearts of the opposing force, annihilating their combat integrity with the second of two motions. At last the hooded figure stepped off his ship, drawing his curved blade ghurka to quickly assault and decapitate the few remaining members of the force that had been sent to stop him. As the head of the final soldier hit the ground with the dull thunk of their cheap helmets, He finally lowered his hood, exposing his face to the warm air of the slightly overheated Star Defender. His piercing blue eyes scanned the area, settling on the Imperial transport that landed just behind him. ”œSee to it that I need not do your job again, sergeant,”

The dark lord dissapears.

OOC:”¦you should probably read a character sheet before posting how exactly someone fights...Abaddon is not a power striker”¦he prefers speed and dexterity”¦although the showy comments do fit. IC: The Sith Master shook his head. He could read the mans every move; the Sith Lord's cool and controlled motions were tame and predictable, revealing his level of training but showing non of the elder's experience. Abaddon, a former weapons master, had used his earlier attacks to test the water and reveal his opponents strengths and corresponding weaknesses. He found the latter more true than the former. He did however learn that showy movements and elegant speed would not intimidate the blind warrior before him. He let the darkness diminish but continued to emit the noise that burned Bishop's ears. His Death would not be a silent one, pain would consume him and his cries would fill the temple while his blood caressed the floor. Abaddon watched Bishop raise himself from the rubble, his ribs sliding back into place revealing puncture wounds that shot small streams of blood onto the ancient Sith stonework. The alchemicly altered brick glistened as the dark liquid fell to the ground with splatter that sent droplets against the wall. Abaddon entertained the idea of making it rain that blood. Before he could finish such a thought Bishop struck. The Dark Lord of the Sith then lifted his saber too effortlessly block the new counterattacks with ease and perfection. Each strike and parry indicated both his skill as a swordsmen and Mastery as Sith. The title ”œDark Lord”

OOC: LOL”¦ IC: ”œHow did I know you were going to say that?”