Derek Suul

Dalla smiled, he had wanted to fight the Sith, easier in his odds, yet at the same time it was a Duel to the death.... He continued to twirl the blades....

Dalla grins evilly and presses a few buttons on the comlink. A speeder bike pulls out of the Chaos. Dalla hops on and rides off into the wind, the blizzard that is Hoth. As he rides he thinks about the encounter with the Jedi. Something about that Jedi, his senses diddn't pick up a thing when he approached, so it had to be something else. Unless, the Jedi had learned how to mask themselves in the force. Dalla had this ability as a natural, though he diddn't control it, it reacted when he was afraid. And that duel he almost had with AP before he was his master...He was very angry there, enough so that he almost went against his better judgement... And then it hit him like a ton of bricks: His emotions triggered the effects of the force, almost like willpower, yet different, as if they were not his own. The Sith Spirits!!! Dalla thought, They gave me these gifts so I would not be harmed until I learned the ways of the force(got a master). Maybe I can still control these changes... Meanwhile, near the ice cave where Mara and Solo were... Two seeker droids, lined with spikes around their equators, armed with blasters and bladed projectiles, approached the cave.

Dalla quickly says "nevermind" and picks up interest in the fight again. OOC:finally.... He twirls and ignites one of the blades, anxious for battle. He practices some of the ninja moves his "Dead" friend (Not posting) taught him. They would be extra-deadly with these blades.

Dalla looks on with hate in his eyes. He waits for his master to comment on the situation.

Dalla loses interest in piccolo and tash's battle. He walks over to Xen Que. "I wish a lesson in swordfighting from a blademaster."

Dalla almost leapt around, drawing his sword as he went, but sheathing it as soon as he saw the owner and intent. He cursed himself silently for letting a Jedi get the drop on him. In Dalla's mind, they all looked the same, same brown robes, same murderous courage, as it was a Jedi who killed his father.

Dalla again turned to AP, who seemed to be thinking deeply about something. "I don't need a lesson, now. I've decided to expirement with my blades for awhile..." He presses a few buttons on his comlink(Which has a lot of buttons on it ) and six target droids come flying out of the ship. After setting all their blasters to light and the intensity to medium, he sets the timers so that two start attacking every three minutes. Two start off. He sent two throwing sabers in, his mind focused in on every facet, every wire, every molecule... And then they started. The blaster reflective coat worked wonders with the medium setting, and Dalla seemed confident that it would deflect a full-power blast from a normal blaster. The two attackers came in, one on each side, splitting the blades. Dalla ignited them and came full on at them. One went to the left and up, the other went to the right and down. Two crimson circles followed them.The left one came up in a sharp arc and tried to shoot at the blade, but he halted both blades for a split second and the one target drone shot its brother, and in the brief second after the target recharged, Dalla brought the blade up, slicing through the one target left. Then his comm beeped. "Stop." The one verbal command froze the systems of the droids that were about to attack next, and Dalla recalled the blades. He hit his comm, it was a basic readout from one of the hunting droids, it found two ships, transponder codes Wing Flight and Jade's Saber. they were both separated by a few kilometers, but there was a strange ice-structure between them. Dalla looked up at his master. "We have found our quarry." Dalla loads up the target droids into his ship and returns to his master, anxious to begin the chase.

Dalla recieves six little tri-tipped sabers, yes lightsabers, they are coated with blaster reflective material, and plated with cortosis ore. the blades on each (18 in all) are only 6 inches long, since their crystals are mini, and there is a special midichlorian syrum in them that bonds with the first force user that activates them, so that nobody else but the person that first activated them can Force-manipulate them in any way. it also boosts the connection to the force between the user and the blade, so that the user can concentrate on many aspects of the blades at once, and many blades at once, even if he/she was a hopeful. (Ok, they are like a double sided only with another side and shaped in a triangle. oh,yeah they are also slightly curved-more wicked and handles are shorter than average size.) OOC:I got these in real life so I get them here, right?

Meanwhile Dalla plays with the the throwing sabers, He throws two in succession, homing them in on a small creature, similar to a rabbit, but harier, so it can withstand the harsh cold of hoth. He sends one zooming past and then lets it hover, behind the rabbit a meter or so. He turns the one behind it on. The result was electric, the rabbit took off at high speed, heading straight for them, He then turned on the other blade at the precise moment, right in front of it, to where it almost collided with it before turning around. One blade came in smooth and low, cutting off its feet, another came at it, but Dalla kept it high, and it left a smarting cut on its back. Dalla made repeated cuts like this, until he was satisfied with the blood spurting from it, he then decapitated it, its head flying into the air. Both blades came into a tight spiral around the head, slicing it into very small pieces before finally shutting down and returning to Dalla. He marveled at the control he had over them, it was almost as if they were an extension of him and they amplified his foirce control energy when he used them. He could control them better than he could Force-manipulate anything. Awesome. (Dalla continues to wait for the lesson, this was just three minutes of brief wait) OOC: hey ben, u want me to slow down on my posting?

Dalla took the bayonet and left all his weapons behind. The only things he took with him was the bayonet, and clothing. As he started to walk, not questioning a command from his master, he started to think. I knew he read my mind back at coruscant, he knew all along that I wanted him for my master, and he has allowed me to be his apprentice... Dalla resolved to work very hard under his new master, or risk his chances at not learning all but the most secret techniques known to the Sith. He suddenly stopped. Wampa tracks...and fresh too! It looks like it went north, but there is a storm brewing there, better make this short and quick. He started off at a poor force run, a thing he was still learning when he left the academy on Korriban. He reached an ice-cave in mere seconds, and walked inside. The stench hit him like a brick wall. HOLY S***!!!!!!! MAN DOES THAT SMELL BAD!!! "Phewwwww..." Unfortunately, his voice not only attracted one, but two wampas that shared the cave, being mated for life that was the way they did things. The male, being larger and made for battle, rushed him. He leapt up and over the thing with a force-accelerated jump and landed behind it, instantly coming up with a wicked swing that left a nasty gash on the Wampa's back. The Wampa was very slow, its collapse seemed like an eternity. Dalla immediately jumped on its back and started stabbing it violently where its backbone would be, He soon hit his mark, and the first wampa was out of business. The second, however, wouldn't go down that easily. Being the smaller of the two, the female wampa was more agile and was a lot quicker than the male. It caught him with a suckerpunch to the back, slicing him up a bit and slamming him into the wall. Dalla diddn't like that much. He got up slowly and used the force to coagulate the air molecules into a circular wall and slammed her with it. Since she couldn't see her attacker, she was suddenly very afraid. That moment of panic was all it took for Dalla to run up and stab it through the throat and yank on the bayonet viciously, thus decapitating her. Knowing that female meat on any species was sweeter, he chose the lighter wampa to carry back. He used the force to lighten his load, but when he got outside, it was as he feared, a blizzard had struck. He couldn't force run and make the load lighter at the same time, so he took off his parka and gutted it right there, carrying the meat in the parka, he force ran to his master, he found him because his masters presence shone in his mind like a beacon. After laying the meat out, he prepared a fire and started cooking the meat. All this time, his master never said a word. They both sat near the fire, and after a while Dalla popped a question to his master. "Master, will you give me a lesson in swordsmanship? I never learned much back at the academy, and against an armed Jedi I would be helpless."

The command, albeit simple, almost threw Dalla to the ground. He remained there thinking, If he has that much power in his voice alone...

OOC: 1 we are darksiders, 2 unless you can prove me wrong, there is no darkside presence however I will do as you say, and act as there is a presence there. k? IC: Dalla presses a few buttons on the controller and the droids rocket off, preprogrammed to search for heat signatures and unusual metal signatures (indicates presence of a ship). 10 Droids take off in different directions, each one black and ominous, lined with wicked-looking spikes. The people these droids find would be in for a nasty suprise

"Yes, master. Will we track them using scanners, or are we going on a no-technology hunting trip?" Dalla's eyes gleamed evilly as he took in what was about to happen. He toyed with one of the throwing sabers before testing it out. He threw it and turned on the internal switch using the Force. The effect was amazing, three prongs of light ignited at once and went spinning off about 20 meters away. Dalla used the force to keep it levitated and spinning, barely. He toyed with it a little longer before calling it back. The saber blades were about six inches long, perfect for cutting through about anything with chainsaw action. Dalla liked his new toy , he would kill his first jedi using the one he now held. "I believe it would be more fun if we went without tracking technology, Dalla said, answering his own question.

Dalla watches piccolo and tash's fight with great interest. He hoped he diddn't have to fight piccolo, as he was only trained in sword dueling, and he was not very good at that. When he fought, it would be to map out the other's moves, not to try to win. It would be a miracle if he won...

"What would we do here master? I thought you said we would be killing people for sport. Everyone knows Hoth is an uninhabited frozen wasteland." And yet,....and yet, there was a tingling at the back of his neck. Jedi... He stood and awaited his master's response, his leg now feeling some of that forgotten pain.... He pressed a special button on his comlink and a tiny compartment opened. Inside was his caller for the Chaos, his personal starship. From coruscant, hundreds of light-years away, his ship stirred and blasted into space, towards the iceball known as Hoth. OOC: a few realtime hours later... The Chaos glides down to land beside AP's starship, Dalla walks inside and finds his droid, who he quickly shut off before it could say anything, and he also finds a small box with special order throwing mini-sabers. He divides them evenly, 6 for him and 6 for AP. He walks back outside, and tests one. Since the internal switch, only a force user attuned to them (Their first user) could operate them or manipulate them. They were designed to be turned on in flight, via the force. Dalla quickly levitates his so nobody but him could operate them. He watches AP quickly levitate his 6, for the same reason. Dalla still waits for AP's answer. OOC: you like the little gift? the specs are at my other post in upper levels

OOC: uuuhh.. guys? you might want to read the shards of Yavin IV. the enemy fleet is already regenerated, you might want to move quickly...

"Good, I need a good workout "

Dalla moves over to piccolo and tash "Can I take on winner? Non-deathmatch, if you guys don't mind..."

Dalla sits, watches all, and waits for a test of skill ...

OOC: 500 credits cute, ranyuk....I'll shuddup now

OOC: 50k jus yankin' yer chain, sorry, heh heh

Although the thought of being a candy dish was quite appeasing, Dalla turned around anyway and went home. OOC:THATSA 50,000 CREDIT SHIP take care of it please

The Virago II comes out of hyperspace about 1,000 kilometers off correlia, following the proposed path ranyuk took through space. Dalla, at the controls, makes a microjump and tracks the Virago I to a nearby landing pad. He lands, he feels ranyuks presence in the force and also feels that this time, he should not be disturbed. He waits yet again.

Dalla follows ranyuk in the Virago II to wherever he may go. 10 mins later..............Dalla high tails it back to coruscant while sending Ar-pharazon a comm.

Still in space transit to coruscant, the ship Chaos rockets through space. OOC:I am supposed to be oblivious to korriban as of pg14, am in space... IC: "Nevermind, Qui-chi, were coming out of hyperspace now, thats the alarm." Dalla is almost overwhelmed to be back to coruscant, he missed it so long. And yet, there was something diffrent about it...