Menthu

He took a look at the oack that seemed to be encircling them in an attempt to trap them. They seemed to eye their captives warily as an example of a reckless attack laid as a cooling corpse for all to see. Procs also gave them a wary eye. He was no fool, nor did he have any particular desire to fight against these creatures. Especially given his lack of a blaster or even a slug thrower. He tried to calm the rising panic that seemed to appear in a man when outnumbered by vicious beasts. At least here, he won't read me like some sort of book. His eyes tracked the liquid shadows in their natural element. The creatures were powerfully built yet had the look of hunger upon them. As if they were starved really. A sudden blur from his left took away any introverted thoughts he may have had about the situation. What and attack from my left! He neatly sidestepped the attack, before develering a quick side kick catching the beast in the ribcage as it flew past. Knocked aside it were, it was still relentless as it came for him again. The full body charge wasn't enough to fully distracted him from his surroundings. He was fully prepared when the second beats exploded from the underbrush. Like a coordinated team they flew at him. He however, was ready already engaged in thsi deadly dance he moved like the practiced master of his craft. Sidestepping the full body charge while driving his elbow into the spine of the second creature as it flew past. He doubted he would have had time to reach for a weapon as they came at him again just as relentless as ever. Bringing his knee up to slam into one of their throats, he was suprised to find it only a feint, with out warning the second beast was upon him biting and slashing at what ever exposed area it could find. Falling to the ground he held off it's jaws of death with his forearm as he groped around for some sort of object to put in the creature's mouth. Perhaps if that had been all he needed to worry about he would have managed, yet he soon found himself trying to keep the other one at bay through a series of kicks, as it tried to take nips at him while he was struggling. With an enraged cry he threw the first creature off of him and an in instant leapt at it, tackling it to the ground by jumping on it's back. A sudden snap hiss was heard as he actived the lightsaber and with a swing removed the creature's head. Rolling off the carcaas, he narrowly avoided being torn to shreads as the partner floated past as if in slow motion. He reversed his holding of the saber in one fluid motion and took the leg off the creature. With a wet thump the leg hit the dry jungle floor as the creature seemed confused and off balance. Thinking the battle won Procs let his guard down long enough and suddenly he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. Tackled to the ground, he lost the saber as it went spinnning off into the jungle underbush, still burning brightly. Blood gushed from the wound as he let out a cry of both suprised and pain. The claws digging into his back as the creature tried to brace itself for better support. A third one... Had he lost? Through an effort of determination he decided he wouldn't let his life end at the teeth of this creature, groping about he grabbed onto a decent sized rock and proceded to bash the creature off of him in what ever fashion he could. With a sudden yelp the teeth exited his body. given this sudden freedom, he rolled over and onto his feet. Rock in hand he spided his the saber laying a ways off, as well as the now three legged creature closer to it than he. With the mark of a man filled with desperation, he tossed the rock at the thrid creature. Yet it was fast, doging the rock it tackled him in a flurry of fur and teeth. Procs grabed what ever was at hand and began to stuff the creature's mouth with any manner of objects he could find. Slowly the creature began to chocke as various rocks and sticks found their way into its mouth. With a visible effort he threw the creature off of him. Rolling to his feet he kicked the gaging creature in the throat. Picking the severed leg of one of the creaters he proceeded to use it as a makeshift club until the creature laid still. Anger burning brightly in his eyes, he kicked it again before turning his full attention on the only remaining creature left. With a kind of primal roar he forgot who or what could be watching and simply leapt at the beast. Shoulder tackling it, he rolled off the wounded animal and picked up the lightsaber. Then with what remembled glee, he hacked the offending creature to pieces. The silence that followed was only broken by his labored breathing. Switching the saber off, he clipped it onto his belt and then leaned against a tree.

((Sorry for my unexplained absence, I kind of forgot...)) "You want to find vornskrs? Those are some nasty beasts, I ran into a few before." He stood up and opened the ramp to walk aronud. For all intents and purposes he was disarmed. He couldn't find his knife, and his blaster had been destroyed. That only left that useless lightsaber he carried around. "Were do you want to begin the search."

He had decided that he would fly the ship, if only to give him something to think about besides his loss at this man's hands. He like many other beings in the galaxy, hated to lose, much less lose in such in such a manner, by being just that much out matched. He raised an eyebrow as the planet came into view. Something about this place always freaked him out. He had been here before, that much was sure, and last time he was better armed for what ever was down there. Figuring that anyplace on the planet was a good spot to land, he picked a sector at random and looked for a decent landing point. Finding a clear landing area, he set the shuttle down with the ease of an experienced pilot. "You wouldn't happen to have a blaster? You ruined my last one."

The rebuke didn't sting like he might have thought it would. Only the thought that he was currently unable to beat this man into submission. Like a lost puppy upon hearing its name, he decided to follow what could only be decribed as one of his new masters.

He calmed himself; he could get useful information out of this. ”œThat is all you deal with huh. These paradoxical mantras. That is evident by your obvious weapon of choice of fire. Flame, brings chaos to order and order to chaos It brings life from death and death to life. I guess it makes sense. Yet it seems the compromise between Jedi and Sith ideals.”

The searing tip of a saber shocked him, almost as much as the response of the Serpent. The difference was he had resigned himself to being cut in half, half a moment into the counter provided by the Serpent. He had been defeated in that one moment. So much so, that there was no guard when the round house kick came. He slipped down into a heap as he slammed into a wall, and stared upward with eyes burning out of both shame and a lust for vengeance. ”œThere is emotion, there is peace”

There were some problems. It was the only way to describe his current situation. He stood facing a trained Sith Lord in Lightsaber combat. It was a type of combat he was not proficient in. This meant there was the fact that he was out skilled in this area. Would that stop him? No, of course not. It would however, be a problem. After all, the first step toward your death is believing you were an unstoppable being. If you didn't at least deal with facts as they were, you could never progress ahead. He took a step forward. What had this man said? We earn our victories by our own strength and skill, and the Force is our trump card He could draw upon the force, he could use it to a degree. However, could he make it his trump card against this person? It would be interesting to be sure. He looked at the saber in his hand. He had taken this one from a Sith Lord. Could he take another one? Why was he even doubting himself in this? He tighten his grip on the saber humming in his hand. Then with a roar he tossed it away from him, in the direction of the Sith Lord. Yet an attack this was not. It harmlessly clattered against the ground, coming to a stop at the left of the Sith blazing away as if it was swearing at him. ”œFine you earn, your victory with strength and skill. I will simply take mine by killing you with my bare hands!”

He simply followed the man much akin to a child follows their mother through the story. Looking around, yet still being dragged around as if he was tied on some sort of invisible leash. Yet, his entire attitude changed as soon as he heard the words defend himself. He felt it, the dark side of the force; it was being fashioned into what seemed like a flaming scimitar. Though the man was huge, he wasn't clumsy as he suddenly spun forward and launched into an attack that was clearly designed to be a killing blow. He didn't so much as hesitate, he could still remember the force. When and if it suited him of course. He drew on it, pulling the man closer as he reached for the hidden weapon and activated it all in one smooth motion, well smooth by his standards anyway. The force usage was a bit rough, yet he manage to cause the slight unbalance he sought, and in that moment, he used his stolen saber to catch the fiery blade upon it. The seemingly heavier man, with the added momentum of a spin, caused Procs to involuntarily grunt, the heat far to close to his flesh for comfort. Giving no thought to the burns that could have formed, he shunted the blade to the side, in order to strike out with his left hand straight towards his attacker's solace plexus. Not in an attempt to simply knock the wind out of the large man, but to actually, damage his celiac plexus. If there is one thing he had learned, the force needed some amount of concentration to use. It was simple in his mind to draw the connection that if the weapon was entirely force based. Then there must be some constant connection, if so, disrupting the connection silences the blade, and he can then move in for the kill with greater ease.

"Even though a man is merely the sum of his experience and the combination of his genetics. I think you have vastly misread me. I have never once said i follow the teachings of the Sith. Past present, future, are all the same to me. Life and death, creation and destruction. No Sith has ever taught me anything I didn't already know, expect how to use the force." He kept a straight face. The man was callous yet poetic. It was a strange combination. It seem to spark inside of him, a need to break his neck. Such contrasts needed to die before they could be brought into the light. "My heart has always belonged to myself alone. If you wish me to give that over to your order, then what you ask is akin to blind devotion. I follow nothing blindly. I will give you my heart, and devote myself to your order. Remold myself like the way the phoenix rises from the ashes. I will do all of that if only for the chance to become that which I desire." Even so, I shall always be behind both of you. Waiting of course to clear any dead wood

His eyes narrowed slightly. They were evaluating him. Watching the first one come ever closer. He resisted the urge to suddenly leap at him vibrodagger in hand, slashing through neck just to see if he coudl reach the spinal cord before the other guy reacted. He calmed himself again. The last thing he needed was to broadcast every single one of his hostile intentions to two Force using Masters. If there is one thing he has learned. Thye pick up on that rather well. "Fire it is my way of life and the purpose of my existence. It tears down old to bring in the new. Burning ever-upwards it can't itself be polluted. This is what the super nova taught me. Now I am here in front of the masters of fire. If anything the force deems me worthy. If you are looking for my combat prowess. I have humbled many Sith including a Master and apprentice pair. I have killed a mighty kyrat dragon, gone up against Trowa Barton, and lived. If you are trying to determine my cunning, I have escaped from the heart of the Jedi temple. A former prisoner who is now and will always be free. If you are searching for my experience, I have been from one end of this galaxy to the other. If you are searching for power, I have studied under Tarrian and Trowa. I may have never been granted the title of a Sith Lord. Yet even with out such trappings I have done what few others have. If neither the force nor my track record makes me worthy, then tell me what I must do."

His hand ached where the blaster was yanked from it. Though he had accepted its loss as soon as he hadn't pulled the trigger. This might have been a good thing too. While This second one had manners, he also seemed to be on a shorter fuse then he was. First a tall one, now some new Hutt spawn emerging from the bushes. Typical. He was hiding and things he can make demands on me after emerging. I would blast him where he stood if I still had my blaster. He calmed himself. He didn't need to stab a vibroblade into everything that moved. Including some Hutt spawn who had been hiding in the bushes. Now that they were both out, he felt the playing field had been even up a bit. After all he could see both threats now. He paused in his train of thought. Had the reason he hadn't shot the first one. Xentar. Wasn't the reason he hadn't shot Xentar was because of the force guiding him here. If that was the case. What was the point of killing this new guy. Could he kill the new guy? A moment of hesitation crossed his face. He decided he would try something new. The idea of thinking of them as allies or even assets instead of threats would go along way here. Or so he hoped anyway. He would have hated sparing the first person and letting the second guy get a drop on him for nothing. What gives you the right to adopt such a high and mighty roll? What a terrible place the galaxy can be, where a person who knows something considered trivial can take such a tone with a man who would flay him alive, if the situation was any different... ”œIf you were any other man I would kill you where you stand. Yet”¦ To do so would extinguish this newfound spark burning with in me. I won't say you need me, nor will I beg or placate you for my life. I shall simply bow to your will. I can learn from you if you let me.”

His eyes narrowed, he gun hand never wavering just continually aiming for the easiest to defend spot. He considered his options. The man had bluntly ignored many attempts to get information out of him. A trait that he somewhat admired but was more or less annoyed by. He could pull the trigger, ending this man's current intrusion on his life. Yet as if he had mused before, chances were this person wasn't alone. Add his response time to that, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was completely surrounded by Sith that were simply hiding. Something he had never learned or needed to do. Therefore, he was at a huge disadvantage. While he was positive he could take down this particular person, and possibly one more, he had seen acts in the force that would put any attempt made by him to shame. Given the general vibe he felt from this guy, chances were, he would be somewhere near that dreadful level. His free hand was close enough to take out the saber he had taken from the last Sith Lord who had pissed him off. However, given his general distrust in swords, as well as his massive amount of inexperience with the lightsaber, he doubted he could defend himself with it beyond a few strokes. His best chance would be to engage in hand-to-hand combat, though that was highly unlikely given the current situation and the obvious power the man held. Pulling the trigger might take this guy down, well it would take the guy down, but then he was back in the same problem he had come up with before, that of being outnumbered. Granted he had never let that stop him before, but perhaps witnessing the death of a star had changed something in him. It must have, otherwise he would have pulled the trigger by now, and faced whatever consequences came with it. He could attempt to use the force, seek out all the other beings, a think of some basic strategy to combat what would surely happen. It had been a while since he ha, had a real challenge after all. Then again, what was the point? He mentally slapped himself, there was always a point. Ridding the galaxy of deadwood would be more than enough. Yet, what if he was the deadwood? He mentally slapped himself again. This wasn't conducive to his current situation. "You are well aware, yet you don't care. I guess that rules you out as Jedi or Sith. Both of those groups care when it is convenient for them, and I am pretty positive it is convenient for every one to care right now..." He paused again, this man seemed so very familiar to him, it was almost disturbingly so. He couldn't have shot this man before, or done any violence to him. For if he had, chances were this man would have a grudge. Then again, maybe this man did have a grudge, and was stalling long enough for his capture. That wouldn't make sense if he was already surrounded, so then it was possible that he wasn't surrounded. That would mean, if he took this man out now, he could easily escape, with a fuel tank of gas no less. His grip could get no tighter on his blaster, yet his trigger finger began to flex back. Why won't I shoot him? What is keeping me from pulling this damn trigger? Is it fear? Do I fear him? No, that is not it, maybe it is something else. "Predictable to the last, even with the galaxy losing entire systems, you only care about my visit if the Force guided me here. Maybe there is something to this force. There has to be something mighty addicting about the force if it can keep you holed away here while entire systems blink out. Or maybe it is just an excuse to keep away the fear that for all of your learning and training, you can do nothing against a machine that could wipe out a Star." He paused and visibly struggled with himself. He had concluded. He had figured out why he couldn't shoot. "The force guided me here. After the death of a star, through the echoes of the dead, I heard the force calling out to me. Calling out, yet I didn't comprehend. In my mad flight, I escaped, only to arrive here, infront of you. I feel... I don't know changed. As if watching such an event and feeling it in the force began to shape me in some new way. Much like the phoenix who is born anew out of the ashes, I find myself in the midst of ashes. The remains of the serpent Order I was going to join so long ago. An order I saw destroyed, yet here I am, looking at the man who walked away. Perhaps I am here to be reborn out of what remains of the serpents. Perhaps I am simply here to be here. All I know is the Force guided me here, and force once... I listened." His gun hand began to drop its fierce grip began to slacken. Then a wild fire seem to reform in his eyes and he raised it once more at the man. "Then again I could be here to finish you off. I'm not too good at reading in to these kinds of things." He smirked; he felt one other in the room. He was surrounded, but he was outnumbered by one. He could live with those odds.

He calmly waited as the man strode over to him. As he watched him approach he thumbed his blaster to stun, if only because in a fire fight, he really didn't want the blaster bolts reflected back at him. He raised an eyebrow as the man came to stop a few meters in front of him. Given the nature of most force users, it was still a relatively safe distance, that would allow the man to spring at him within a moment's notice. Different distances sprang to mind, comparing how far he could jump, with aid, and he quickly came to the conclusion that he was indeed with in striking range by this obvious Sith. Something he didn't feel too comfortable with. He calmed himself, the last time he had went off on a Sith lord and his learner, he had won a saber, but escaped with a nasty scar. He strongly doubted the man was alone, yet he clearly felt powerful enough to handle himself. "What can't stand a kid on your lawn? Place looks deserted, you should be glad I even came here, so you wouldn't be so lonely." His hand didn't waver from his blaster pointing at the center of this opposing man's mass. Yet he let his other hand visible inch downward, to a concealed weapon, clearly giving the impression that if push came to shove, he would be more than willing to shove. ”œYou force types are all the same; here you are trying to get me to leave when I told you a Sun went Nova. So wrapped up in your pathetic gain of more power that you can't even be shocked to hear of a crisis. If I told you the force guided me, hear you would be all ears I bet, instead me telling you I was here by chance, gets you all worked up over nothing.”

The source of the voice had a blaster pointed at him, long before Procs registered what he was pointing at. He raised an eyebrow, at the sight of the towering figure that even suprassed his own height. He seemed familiar, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the man was here, and was mighty close to being blasted. His hand tightened on his blaster. The force was warning him of something. This man felt... more powerful. "Well after watching a sun go nova on me, I figured I would stop for gas, in my galaxy spawning sight seeing tour." He smirked. Perhaqps it wasn't wise to get a force user mad at you. Yet he had dealt with and handled them before when he had to. Best way to judge their temperment was to push a few buttons.

This had been the closest sector with in reason, after his hellish trip out of a supernova. His ship, bulk as it was, still made for a decent decent through the atmosphere as he looked for some place to refuel and get his bearings. He bristled in the force, not with anger like he usually did, but instead out of resentment and resolved, perhaps understanding. Something surley had changed deep with in him, or perhaps it owuld be better to say, he had become aligned with something deep inside of him. Some old ancient purpose or idea, maybe even as old as time itself had awaken a spark deep inside of him. Channging him from the brutal merc he was back into an aspiring weapon. Seeking to master that which what he had been gifted with. Pulling into an old refuling pad, he grabbed his blaster and slipped his knife in his boot before emerging outward. He had figured he would be able to get free fuel if he hit abandoned places, though chances were it would be all used up. Waving his blaster about, he hooked up an old fuel tank to his ship, after being quite suprised to find some juice in there and began to pump, leaning against his ship as most wary shapcers tended to. With his arms folded and blaster seemingly pointed at nothing but the ceiling.

Something... changed inside of him. The idea of a super nova exploding next to him was astounding. the idea he had to out run one, even more so. Yet this is not what caused the change. Perhaps it was his more or less untrained connection to the force. Perhaps it was due to the magnitude of the deed. Never the less, something changed. Jumping to hyperspace he was it by the frontal edge of the death of a star, it was during this moment that rift inside of him seemed to tear. Falling into the deep black abyss, he didn't come too, until he found himself adrift in a slightly unfamilar area of the galaxy. Shaken from his ordeal, he slowly climbed to his feet an dwent to his controls. Looking at the systems nearby, he picked one and piloted toward it, in the hopes to fix a few of his blown out systems.

A single non important Comm, comes in for the head staff of the casino. Short and to the point, it stated, that Procs, wouldn't be returning to the casino for some time. That the job he had taken on the side, had brought forth the need of something else. Sending some attempt at regret, it then left nothing but silence.

There was nothing spectaclaur about how he left. It was simply that he left. Howling in pain and agony, he accidently set off a few of the toys he had recently obtained. The end result was that a lot of the people who had been clamoring to get into his ship with him, died as a result. The rest decided to turn tail and run choosing radiation death over a very immediate death. He thought it was interesting that even in times of certain death, people were willing to prolong their life by a few seconds more. Blasting away from the doomed dirt ball, he escaped into hyperspace.

Hours passed, then more hours passed. Then about a day or so. Then at long last he arrived in port. For some reason he had been called once again to this dust ball back water planet. Only this time it would be a little more interesting. Wearing his classic spider silk,, carrying a disruptor rifle, and slowly fingering the gift he stole from a Sith lord, he began his hike out into the desert to find this person who had called him. Then he had every intention of doing a little shopping.

He came, back to this place, once again. He wasn't sure why he came back, sure he was employed, here but that didn't mean he had to keep coming back here. Never the less he showed up anyway and parked the company ship in the hanger and truged his way back to somewhere. He was tired of running across the galaxy for dead beat jobs. He would simply wait it out here.

And so he was left there, with nothing, he hadn't even got a chance to fire his gun. Well he coudl always return back and see if there were any other jobs for him. Starting up his ship, he put putted back.

Procs smiled, it was about time, he would be allowed to stike a blow, any blow to the Empire. He pretty much hated the Jedi, and the rebel alliance, and lets not forget His former master Trowa. However The empire had one time nail him pretty hard for being at the wrogn place at the wrong time, facign the wrong direction with a cluless air about him. Not only had they been relentless, they had done it as if they had been swatting a fly. He would show them the error of wronging him as many who had crossed him had already learned through out the galaxy. "Whatever, just tell me where to point and shoot."

Commander Orsa The name didn't seem familiar, then again it didn't have to. Procs leaned back in his chair as his ship emrged from hyperspace. He had only come due to the prospect of makling a name for himself on the battle field once more. In all honesty he figured if this one didn't pan out he would rejoin the Sith. At least they got to battle when they wanted to. Bringing his sensor equipment online, he scanned teh area, before piloting a course for the nearby fleet. After all he was suppose to meet up with a fleet, there was one in the area, it was easy to put two and two together.

He had been sleeping inside of his ship, reufusing to land for unkown reasons. When out of the blue a comm came in for him. Waking up momentarliy he briefly listen to the comm before giving a sigh. He had figured that sooner or later she would leave even though she wasn't suppose to. After a quick scan it had seemed that sure enough she had indeed left while he had been busy catching up on a much needed rest. He figured he coulf go after her. If for no other reason but to see his job to completion. Then again in a way he had, seeing how he had gotten her to this place and how she was still alive. Then with the added incitive of his employer beign dead, what more cause did he have for this assginment? He mulled it over a bit before suddenly priming his enegines and blasting off into hyperspace.

His ship emerged from hyperspace, and Procs was a bit taken back by the sight before him. This hadn;t been what he had been expecting, then again given the name, who coudl really expect anything. He quickly began scanning the area for hostiles, while waiting for her to catch up.