Mechis III

[Scottie]

Ekim could hardly breath from the grip of Draken's Force choke. Ekim had tried to squirm around to try and break free. He started to loose consiousness while in midair. He decided to try and use the Force to push his Master away so he could break free from the choke. He used all of his concentration on the Force to break free. Finally Ekim was able to push his Master back a few steps. Ekim had fallen gasping for air as he tried to get up. He was choking trying to get up but he managed to get up. He smoothed his breathing while looking at his Master who was now standing tall from the push Ekim inflicted. He picked up the Katana in one hand and started to raise one hand. He tried to choke Draken but it didnt work. He had tried again but his efforts ended in failure. He just could get it. Instead Ekim did a Force push which knocked his Master on the ground. Ekim ran to Draken ready to attack. He swung the katana at Draken but it was parryed.

 

Then Ekim levitated his Master using the Force. He flung his Master into a wall. When the dust cleared, Draken appeared without harm. Ekim could not hurt his Master. No matter what he did nothing happened. He tried again to use Force choke. It still did not happen. Ekim jumped back a few feet to get in a defenive postion. Ekim could not do anything to his Master. HE needed to train harder.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken held up one hand. "Enough. We have something to do." He sheathed the katana and broadsword, then wrenched the katana from Ekims hand. "Follow me." Draken turned and walked into the med bay. The surgeon looked up, then bowed to Draken. "My Lord."

 

"I have come for a Construct port." The Man nodded and indicated the bed. Draken sat down and the surgeon got right to work. Thirty minutes later the port had been placed in the back of Drakens neck, right below his hair. "Also I want my Apprentice to have one as well." The surgeon nodded and Draken grabbed Ekim with the force and knocked him out.

 

He then laid him face down on the bed and let the surgeon put the port in his neck as well. WIth that done, Draken bega to walk around to try to find where the Construct was located. After fifteen minutes he found the Construct and hooked himself up to it.

[Scottie]

Ekim did not know what was happening to him. One minute he was dueling his master, the next he was rubbing the back of his neck as if someone just put something there. He noticed that he had been knocked out but why? A surgeon in the med bay had explained to him what had happened. A data port had been implanted in the back of his neck. It was to hook up to a system that the Dark Lord had set up. The surgeon told Ekim where to hook himself up to the Construct. He had done so and was immeadiately transfered.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle nodded to signal that they had performed the task to his liking. But that was not the hard part. The Sith Master's breathing mask echoed in the room, as he forced them to wait. It was a struggle for the two apprentices to maintain concentration. Nurgle's raspy voice spoke,

 

"Holding a solid object is easy. Now I want you to hold the acid without the beaker."

 

Nurgle looked at the two glass beakers. They both burst raining small chunks of glass onto the heads of Xelker and Yeroc. Nurgle had used his power to keep the liquid from falling.

 

"I will now release the liquid. You must use all of your concentration to keep it in the air. Do not use rage to summon your power this time. That is a valuable tool, but when you use extreme anger to summon the dark side it is impossible to control. This task requires complete control. Just use the Force. Twist it to your will. The ability is within you both."

 

Nurgle ceased his holding of the liquid.

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc saw his master drop the liquid and then Nurgle told him not to use extreme anger to control it. He didn't have much time to think about it but he knew it would probably work better if he used his hands for now. He put his hands up and as the liquid was falling it just stopped Yeroc was releived and pleased at what he had done. Yeroc was actually kind of scared for a minute but not enough to effect his force that much. Yeroc could feel the energy flowing around him and not only did he enjoy it but he couldn't wait to "show" Lord Achzet what he could do.

 

Yeroc was thinking about trying it without hands but hen he decided to wait to see what Xelker could do.

[Kratos]

Kratos looked at the Sith Master when he had asked the question. He really didnt have any previous training.

 

"No sir, I have had no previous training."

[Dark Archon]

"Holding a solid object is easy. Now I want you to hold the acid without the beaker."

 

 

 

Xelker inhaled for a good five seconds, holding the breath as he prepared himself. He needed to keep going, to keep advancing through the power of the Force. One day he would make trees fall with a thought, but for now he had to start with the small things. It was still a relatively new feeling, the Force. The next day (provided there WAS a next day), he knew he would've adapted to using the Force already. But until then... he felt Nurgle shattering his beaker, felt his Master hold back the acid, felt shards of glass slash across his face.

 

Scratches. Just blood. Ignore it. Don't stop concentrating. Don't fail. I can't fail.

 

"I will now release the liquid. You must use all of your concentration to keep it in the air. Do not use rage to summon your power this time. That is a valuable tool, but when you use extreme anger to summon the dark side it is impossible to control. This task requires complete control. Just use the Force. Twist it to your will. The ability is within you both."

 

 

Another deep breath. As his teacher spoke, Xelker was already beginning to concentrate on the acid. He could just picture the Force flowing through all that lived and breathed, including himself. Including Nurgle. Including Yeroc. Everywhere. Like an ocean... but most importantly, Xelker found it flowing through the acid; every last drop; every last molecule. With the power of his mind, he knew he could control that flow. Block it. Bend it to his will. His focus increased, and Xelker realized Nurgle had already let go. But now he saw all the acid's molecules stopping. Frozen by the Force, suddenly manipulated by Xelker's desire.

 

 

His teeth clenched, as did his hands behind his back. It was like an invisible tractor beam, controlled by Xelker's brain, was containing the fluid in midair. Amazing...as long as he stayed focused on willing the acid to stop, the Force obeyed him. He truly was above the lot, wasn't he?

[Dagon]

::Both apprentices appeared to be warrior sith, not Dagon's path but the fact that there were two of them meant that they could practice combat off of each other. One seemed to favor traditional combat armour and ranged weapons while the other favored melee combat. It would make things interesting, to say the least.

 

He started off with Hartel's armour, combining treated armor plates with personal energy shields to create an effective defensive element that would still allow enough range of motion for melee dueling. The helmet had a specialized targeting system linked to the suit weapons, and advanced sensors. The gauntlets each sported blasters on the forearms allowing hands free shooting. Connected to the suit's power supply was a heavy blaster rifle with an auxilliary cortosis buckshot shotgun. Movement was servo assisted, but power from that system could be temporarily diverted to weapons and shields to temporarily "overdrive" them laying down a hellish amount of fire while providing maximum protection at the cost of mobility.

 

Next was Kratos's armour, which would be fire to Hartel's steel. He started with a lighter frame, allowing more mobility and range of movement at the cost of protection. Using a combination of repulsor technology and cell powered jet enginery, a precision flight system was added, with holoprojectors creating the illusion of pinions of flame. Each forearm had retractable blades of significant length that could be "shot" about four meters and then recalled by chains linked to them. A second holoprojector allowed the wearer to create a visual double of themself to confuse the enemy. A Sith sword was sheathed on the belt, its power would grow along with the user.

 

With the armours done, Dagon gave them to the apprentices to try while he continued working. Dagon had a dynamic mind and was always looking for new ways to implement his abilities. Using the parts he had specifically set aside, he crafted two droids, each in the shape of a jungle cat. Their maws were fearsome enough to bite through durasteel, and behind them hid hellthrower nozzles. Their claws were sharp enough to allow climbing on any surface so that they could keep pace with him. As alway's Dagon powered them with raw souls instead of electricity, he found that electricity was an unreliable medium prone to failure and vulnerable to EMP blasts. To control the beasts, he implanted the souls of two of the soldiers that haad served him during his raid on the Jedi temple. Upon doing this, the beasts came to life with a roar, and then vigilantly began prowling around their new master.::

 

I shall call you Solas and Kaiyus, and you will serve me well.

 

::While waiting for the apprentices to return, Dagon practiced his own sorcery, conjuring and manipulating balls of flame, making them dance throughout the spaceship. He set a course for Naboo, to check in on another sorceror before they began their mission. With fireballs dancing around his head, he crafted a new sith weapon for himself. When not in use it could lie dormant twisted around his right arm, but when activated it would suddenly straighten out into a stafflike weapon. The tip of the weapon was imbued with searing heat, and could project it at nearby targets, literally melting its way through durasteel or even Phrik alloy. Smiling over how much he had accomplished, he etched patterns into his armour to add to its grandeur while waiting for the apprentices.

 

OOC((The suits that I gave you are designed to be upgraded over time as your abilities increase and you decide more definitively on your character types. Kratos, no more two sentence posts, I know you can do better than that since I've seen your posts with Scottie.))

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle moved the liquid away from his apprentices and let it drop to the floor. It was a good warm-up. Now they would get into the more important training. The Sith Master spoke,

 

"Follow me out of this room, we need a more open area."

 

Nurgle took them through several corridors, until they found a spot wide enough and with a high enough roof. Nurgle had already prepared their training. Two swords stood at one end of the room, a pile of rocks at the other.

 

"You will now learn to deflect objects, like you will have to do with your lightsaber someday. Take up the swords."

 

Nurgle stood in the middle facing the apprentices. When his hands rose, two rocks rose behind him as well. The rocketing toward the two men, striking them both between the eyes.

 

"Just to give a little taste of what you are dealing with. I will not go slow, and you will be hit several times as you learn. Feel the Force, and try to anticipate where the rocks will come."

 

Ten rocks flew toward the apprentices, five for each . . .

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc watched the rocks grow closer to him and as they were coming he tried to feel the force flow through him. The rocks made it to him and Yeroc began to deflect the five rocks. He blocked three two of them hit him one in the shoulder and one in the chest. They hurt but Yeroc was obviously still capable of continuing with the training.

 

Yeroc waited for the next set of rocks to come.

[Kratos]

Kratos had put the armor on that his Master had given him. He was right. The armor was as light as a feather as Kratos had slipped it on. He had looked at it with the suit all on in a nearby mirror. He thought of himself looking badass. He tried the jet system in the suit and soon he was airbourne. Kratos was so happy with the new armor that he wanted to try every feature it may have.

 

Next, Kratos had cast an image of himself about four feet in front of him so he could get a closer look how it might someday fool someone. It looked as real as if you were really looking at him. Kratos could not believe what he was viewing for the first time. He even could make the hologram walk around a bit. But when he tried to touch the image of himself, his hand went right through it.

 

Kratos wanted to test the mobility of the armor to see how easy it was to actually fight with. He started running at a normal speed and could feel that he could go faster. So he tried to run faster and was able to. While running he decided to jump a little bit to see if he could jump fast while running to sneak up on an enemy. Kratos could do it with ease. He really liked his new armor and was thankful to his Master for creating it for him.

 

He tried the blades with links to make them come back to him too. They were also badass and made Kratos even more appreciative. then he noticed that a Sith sword was on his side of the new armor. He had taken it out of the casing and weild it in front of his eyes. It was a long sword that was supposed to conduct the darkside. He put it back in its place and walked up to his Master.

 

"Thank you, Master."

[Joreel Ordo]

((Sorry for the delay...the RL has kept me busy, since Kratos has not decided on either I shall take upon me the name of Solas))

 

Hartel waited for his Master's return with his new forged armour. True it may not be Mandalorian, something John had wished to instill during his training, yet perhaps it would make it easier for him to accept the Sith Ideals and so he was open minded about the situation. In his wait he looked at his duo of an apprentice, and possibly one who would take great pleasure in seeing lying before his feet bathing in his own blood begging for the mercy of John, yet there was no pity in John's soul even now for such a person and so John gave a quick look of disgust and turned toward the corridor as the sound of footsteps grew louder.

 

It appeared the Sith was not overconfident and boasting his skill in a misleading manner in fact the armor very much resembeled that of what Hartel was currently wearing except for a few desgin changes in that it was more Gothic in style which oddly John found to be very allluring making him look even more dangerous than he had previously thought he could be. John, being a mandalorian, inspected every inch of the armour before putting it on unlike the rash Kratos who had his on the moment he recieved it. He was not a true warrior, he was over anxious for battle and such things will get him killed.

 

After his thorough inspection, which was much to the displeasure of those around him who had seemed to be awaiting his following through of what had been told for him to have done. He noticed a fine array of blasters many of which were hands free. The suit seemed to be made for a full assault which John noticed would slow down his speed and manuverability. It was of no concern however. After learning the Sith art of body augmentation John would have little trouble being quick even in this suit of armor.

 

Hartel took off his Mandalorian Armour sadly missing them for his heritage laid in those plates of armour. Yet a new age in his life had begun and thus a new armor is acceptable even within mandalorian culture. It fit perfectly allowing more movement than John could expect from it and it was lightweight for something so dense.

 

"Thank You my master, it is beautiful."

 

John then remembered his master had assigned each of them a name, John now becoming Solas. It was an odd name but he had little choice in the matter as of now and thus heeded his master's orders. Hartel knelt before his master showing him the respect he deserved. It wasn't uncommon to see these sorts of things but John had noticed that Kratos, now Kaiyus had not done such and such a disregard for the Sith Master's rank was dishonorable and possibly lethal.

 

Solas stood up and followed the Sith Master to his ship and thus sat down as he punched in coordinates for a system Solas did not care to look at. It was of no consequence wherever they ventured to Solas would be there regardless doing his training.

[Dark Archon]

Wincing from the pain of the rock striking him, Xelker quickly snapped back to attention, his clever mind mentally replaying the blow. As the rock had struck him, he could recall feeling something in the Force... movement! He could feel them moving in the Force!

 

 

The Sith Apprentice spun on his heel, slamming his sword into two rocks coming from his side. He then hit the deck, ignoring the blow of a rock against his thigh as he rolled under the other two. Xelker leapt back to his feet, trying to anticipate again where the rocks would come from.

[Rahalin Toral II]

((ooc)) message 2 of 3: Aero, wherefore art thou Aero?

 

((ic)) Rahalin landed his ship, control his anger until as such time as he had time to embrace it. He sat down, on the ramp of the landing pad he had taken and began to meditate. He let the frustration and anger of so much wasted time flood through him feeding his connection with the darkside as he had learned to do.

 

Time passed, and the meditating apprentice fell more and more fully into the darkside, reveling in the scenes of carnage and death it was feeding him. He quickly sense a difference in some of the images and reached for them eagerly. It took a moment for him to understand, but soon he saw how each was the image of suffering brought to others through a designer virus, or war being waged by normal humans augmented through the power of the darkside and alchemical reactions.

 

He understood what he was seeing and he felt inhuman joy at the thought. He would do more than stalk each individual. His evil would stalk entire worlds, hunting on a galatic scale, ever striking from the shadows.

[Darth Dominus]

OOC: Alright guys, just like before. Each post you make reacting to this training must be longer than the previous one until this session stops.

 

IC: Nurgle halted the attacks for the moment. He floated two pieces of cloth to his apprentices.

 

"Cover your eyes with these."

 

He waited until Yeroc and Xelker obeyed. They were trusting their eyes too much. It was time to remove that temptation. He ordered them to hold their swords ready.

 

"Now try to block the attacks like before. Feel the Force. Do not try to visualize where the attacks are coming. Rely only on your instincts."

 

The rocks flew fast at Yeroc and Xelker. But Nurgle was not going to make this easy. He was a Sith Master and demonstrated his command over the Force. Some rocks would fly up at the last second. Others would slow or increase speed. And some would swing around and come from the back. The apprentices could not rely on mere guesses to block the attacks. And every time a rock struck them it caused a very painful sting.

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc was not shocked at his masters request he thought that learning the force would obviously need blindfolded blocking. Yeroc felt the rocks with the force felling that some were closer than others. Yeroc knew the first one was comeing up so he tried as hard as he could to feel which way it was comeing from. He failed the rock hit him in the face almost the exact same spot as he got hit last time. Yeroc quickly got back on track he concentrated and felt one about to hit him Yeroc looked to the side and blocked one that was comeing at him. Another from behind Yeroc again blocked that one he then turned back to front greeted by another rock Yeroc wasn't paying attentin before and the thing he was thinking of at that very moment before the rock hit him was "Oh Shit". The rock nailed him in the forehead getting him a little dizzy He then was a little angry and blocked four more, two in front, one in the back and one on the side.

[Dagon]

::The Starweaver entered orbit and blasted into hyperspace.::

 

OOC((Continue on Naboo))

[Dark Archon]

Without a moment's hesitation, Xelker grabbed the cloth and tied it around his eyes.

 

What the hell does eyesight matter?! I'm tapping into something deeper here, something more complex... that which weaves the fabric of the universe, binds space and time together... Power... Unlimited power...

 

 

...Rely only on your instincts."

 

 

Interesting. Hadn't he felt some kind of vibrations in the Force as Nurgle stoned him? All he had to do here was simply attune himself to these vibrations and he'd be fine. Or he'd get killed. He chose the former, and tapped into the Force...

 

The side! Xelker swung his sword about, sending the first pair of rocks back into the wall. At the same time, though, he felt a growing movement near his back, and couldn't pivot fast enough before the stone struck. The man reeled, but still felt the oncoming rush of more vibrations, more manipulations of the Force. Letting his pain serve as fuel, Xelker drove forward, his sword smashing another barrage of rocks away from him. Once again, the stones collided with him, but Xelker knew he couldn't deflect them all. Not yet. But he could damn well try. Letting the Force be his guide, Xelker deflected five out of eight of the next barrage.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle decided to add a little extra obstacle to the mix. He spoke to his apprentices.

 

"Good. Now the attacks will speed up. And you will face a new threat."

 

The rocks flew faster from multiple angles. They came toward the two apprentices like smart bombs. Each chunk of debris seemed to have a mind of its own. And then the major attack came. Force lightning flew from Nurgle's fingertips toward the two young warriors. Nurgle's voice echoed in their minds.

 

Do not forget, lightsabers can block this attack. If you are quick enough that is . . .

[Azrael]

High above Mechis III, a pair of blank eyes stared down towards the seemingly robots planet. It was a planet run by machines to create machines. It seemed almost perverse in a way. By allowing machines to create the machines we survive by, a single mistake in the process could allow the destruction of billions of beings across the galaxy. But that was a worry only to the mind of Azrael the Jedi. To Anubis, it was as it should be.When ANubis had been a simple virus, survival of the fittest is what allowed people to survive. If you were not strong enough to defeat your enemies, you did not deserve mercy.

 

Pushing forward on the throttle, Anubis pushes the starfighter towards the planet. He could feel heat of ther atmosphere against the hull of his ship as he descended from space. As he manuevered his ship closer to the planet he sent out a com to anyone who may be desiring to shoot him down.

 

This is Anubis. I have come searching for the Master of Shadows, the so-called Dark Lord of the Sith.

[Rahalin Toral II]

Rahalin heard an electrical crackling in the air. He turned towards the sound, raising his lightsaber to a defensive position, before realizing that he was watching Lord Nurgle training two apprentices. Immediately, he was furious with jealously, the failing's of his two previous masters burning through him. It added fuel to the fire that was the Darkside as it coursed through him.

 

Snarling, he reached behind him and grabbed the long pole he had forged accidently with the heat of his anger. Flipping it over his shoulder he cut it into two, deactivating the saber after doing so. Catching the cool ends of the two pieces, he hurled the two rods directly at the two apprentices standing stunned before the master's lightning.

 

Both rods found their targets, impaling the apprentices through their feet and causing the lightning to arc downward, beneath the attempted blocks with their blades and coursing throught their bodies.

 

He reactivated the blade given to him by a previous master and leaped forward, his fury red hot and filled with the Dark Side. He move the sword though several arcs to block any attempts to remove body parts during his brief flight, the crimson blade seeming to match the color of his hatred.

 

"That is my place you usurp," ripped from his throat as he came flashing in. "It is mine and you are in my way!

[Th3Tru7h]

Mechis III. The industrial wasteland of many years past, that was now a thriving Sith inhabited planet. Closing the distance between himself and the planet, a quick thought ran its course throughout Damien's brain.

 

You can still back out.

 

These words had been spoken by his conscience, the words of his past life. Damien had lived on many planets when he was young, not having any parental figures to guide him. Falleen, his home planet, was worthless, and meaningless. His parents were slaves, and had been killed when he was young. As Damien aged, he began to obtain the nickname of Truth. This was partly due to the relative ease of achieving answers from any person that he came into contact with; little did his friends know that this was done with the manipulation of the Force.

 

His story, while short, seemed like it kept echoing the same message, to avenge his parents. This was nearly impossible; he didn't have any idea who killed them, or the motive for the killing. Going back now was plain suicide, he would need to wait, and he would need to be able to use the Force for greater uses, for the use of killing.

 

---

 

Fading back into the cockpit, he slowed the engines, as he neared the landing zone of the temple here at Mechis. Grabbing his jet black robe from a stash that sat next to him, he slid it around his body and tied it tight. Tapping his sides to make sure that he had all of his equipment, he moved outward, and away from his ship. Nearing the temple, he walked inside, not knowing what to expect, or what was to come of him.

[Dark Archon]

(OOC: Nurgle, is the "make bigger posts challenge" still on now that the training's been interuppted?)

 

 

He delved deeper into the Force, increasing his level of concentration with every wave of stones. Nurgle's attacks grew more challenging by the minute, with every rock hurtling from a different angle at the same time. He had to keep exerting with every parry, even though a good number missed. It hurt. Alot. Being pelted with sizable boulders all over your body is not a fun process (and Xelker wasn't a masochist). But the pain... it didn't weaken him. Instead, it heightened his senses. Made him more alert. Less inclined to... to fail.

 

 

And then, just as Nurgle unleashed a torrent of Force energy, in came the Big Bad Wolf.

 

 

A huge surge of anger and hatred battered its way into Xelker's senses, just like the sharp object that lodged itself in the Apprentice's left foot. Reflexively, his hand went to his face, ripping the blindfold away to lay eyes upon this pissy upstart. Then Nurgle's lightning connected with the metal, sending a fierce pain through Xelker's body. The Apprentice tried, but could not hold back the cry that escaped his lips- one more of fury than shock or pain. How dare this idiot Defel come between him and his destiny?!

 

 

"That is my place you usurp," growled the intruder, "It is mine and you are in my way!"

 

 

"SCREW YOURSELF," Xelker hissed back, his teeth tightly clenched and his eyes burning like twin coals. "GET OUT OF HERE OR YOU WILL DIE!" As he spoke, the Apprentice swung his unarmed hand down, sharply wrenching the accursed weapon from his foot. With a yell, Xelker hurled the pole away, jumping blindly away to escape Nurgle's lightning. The jump was poorly executed- Xelker got out of the blast radius, but came to a crashing halt on the room's floor. Blood was already gushing out of his wound, leaving the Apprentice in constant pain. Pain which fueled his hate, and his will to survive at any and all costs.

 

 

It only blankly resounded in his mind to not let his anger control him, like the Defel was letting his own. Desperately, Xelker struggled to find self-control, knowing that raw anger would only get him killed. "Yeroc! Break free! Quickly now!"

[darth shadowlord]

Having transferred his his thoughtcast onto the Vr system, Draken unhooked himself from the Construct. He slowly stood up and looked around, his apprentice was still hooked to the Construct, since he was doing a task for the thoughtcast of Draken.

 

He would leave his thoughtcast to teach Ekim, leaving him free to roam the galaxy on his own. He slowly walked through the halls of Mechis III, he took a moment to find the place where he had first been killed. It took him almost an hour to find the spot where the battle took place.

 

He knelt there alone, taking a moment to allow the images from the fight to return to him. He saw the memories from the fight vividly, the sparks flashing from the sabers. Smelled the ozone from the discharges of sparks from the clashing sabers. He felt the clash of his saber against his opponents saber.

 

Every cut and stab of the sabres, Draken felt keenly. He felt a searing pain in his hand and gasped as he relived the pain of the removal of his hand. He then felt the quick sharp pain of the saber removing his head from his neck. He ended the memories there and bowed his head to the ground out of respect to the dead.

 

" What is dead; is reborn What is ashes; will rise once more. My journey has begun once more. "

 

Draken stood to his feet and walked away from that spot. He returned to the hanger bay. Boarding his ship, he fired the engines up and guided the ship into space and a short time later jumped into hyperspace.

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc was doing ok blocking the boulder like rocks beiing hurled at him. Still he was hit by some and it did hurt but it didn't slow him down. Then in the middle of it all Yeroc felt a quick and sharp object enter his foot. He couldn't help but scream.

 

Yeroc heard the words of the other apprentice normally laughing at the pathetic being.......but he was right. Yeroc quickly, with a short burst of energy, pulled the rod out of his foot. Barley escaping the force lightning Nurgle threw at him.

 

As Yeroc woke up he looked over and found himself next to Xelker. Yeroc laughed as Xelker said "SCREW YOURSELF," a short time after saying "GET OUT OF HERE OR YOU WILL DIE!". Yeroc stopped laughing and said " Leave now or I am going to take that lightsaber of yours off of your dead body".

[Rahalin Toral II]

((ooc)) if you three haven't got my PM's about this, please read them first, just don't think I am going to make it too easy. As for taking the lightsaber, be my guest, though keep in mind the PM.

 

((ic)) Rahalin was focussed on Archon, regarding his quicker reaction as marking him the more dangerous opponent. He ended the dive with a quick roll that immediately brought his finger into contact with his opponent.

 

Concentrated heat, sufficient to melt stone, burst forth and rolled outward in waves from the point of contact. He tucked his legs, flooded those muscles with the force, and then leaped towards Yeroc, his lightsaber slashing downward to prevent any quick limb removals.

 

He landed, with Yeroc between him and the piece of metal that had once adorned Yeroc's foot. He summoned it too him, but he lacked the neccessary skill to summon it with enough force to imbed itself somewhere else in Yeroc's body. Rahalin had to settle for the chunk of metal simply banging of the back of Yeroc's head. Nearly simultaneously, he lashed out at his opponent's kneecap, seeking to slow him down enough to allow him to deal with Archon.

 

A second leap, again powered by the force but less energetic than before, brought him back to a position to assault Archon. He moved through a series of aggressive lightsaber attacks, focussing on disabling this opponent long enough for him to finish Yeroc and then begin to play with his victims.

[Dark Archon]

Yeroc was up. Xelker allowed a quick sigh of relief to escape his lips, but he was keeping his eyes on Rahalin. He had gotten up faster than Yeroc, and the Defel knew it. Now all he had to do was get his sword- just as he made a break for the weapon, Rahalin jumped at him, reaching the Apprentice just before he could lay arms on his blade. But instead of bringing down the ominously glowing lightsaber, the Defel opted to simply poke him in the thigh.

 

 

A wave of burning pain swept through Xelker's body at Rahalin's touch, sending the Sith Apprentice down to the floor. It felt like liquid flame! For a moment, Xelker came close to blacking out. But he stayed focused on the sword lying before him, his senses continuing to scream at him that the Defel was moving incredibly fast, and with a groan he wrapped his fingers around its hilt. DamndamndamndamndamnDAMN

 

 

He leapt forward, not a moment too soon as Rahalin jumped back at him. The Defel began a wild series of slashes, clearly absorbed by his hatred. He was talented, yes, but no Sith; Sith controlled their anger, controlled it; this Apprentice was a failure. He would not die to this... this reject! In a single motion, he drew his blaster pistol, running backwards to try and evade the lightsaber, and began firing close-range shots at the Defel. This was Yeroc's chance...

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc was getting up when he looked at Xelker and saw Rahalin blocking the attacks by Xelker. Yeroc knew this was his chance but before he did anything he went and grabbed Xelker's sword. With both sword's in hand Yeroc ran over to the intruder and cut him in the side then kicking him in the same spot. Directly after saying "That's for pissing me off" he then looked over to Xelker and said "you'll need this" while handing him the sword.

 

Rahalin then came charging Yeroc said to Xelker "after you". then saying "or is he to big for you".

[Darth Dominus]

OOC: Sorry guys for my absence. Yes that rule applies until I say otherwise.

 

IC: Nurgle felt a stir of anger at this interruption. But as the foolish Sith began to fight his apprentices, Nurgle saw them gaining the advantage. He had considered interference, but decided against it once he witnessed this new development. Nurgle knew this was much better training than his apprentices could get from fighting rocks. The Sith Master spoke into the minds of Xelker and Yeroc.

 

His blind rage is a hinderance to him. Watch his movements carefully. Focus your anger and allow the Force to guide your actions. Kill him.

 

Nurgle was a few feet away from the combatants, ready to step in the moment things got out of hand.

[Rahalin Toral II]

Yeroc dodge the piece of metal, and Rahalin, his attention now focussed on Xelker, allowed it fall. It bounced, rolled, and came near to the furiously possessed Defel.

 

Agony rolled outward from the wound Yeroc gave him, but Rahalin was entirely consumed by his anger and it only made him powerful. He focussed part of that power on the wound, thinking that the darkside would allow him to heal it. Instead, it poured into the wound, converting tissue to a dark energy which sparked over the tips of Rahalin's fur.

 

He maneuvered his blade continuously, seeking an opening in Xelker's equally furious defense, accepting and giving a number of wounds. Impatient, and sensing Yeroc readying a strike, Rahalin attempted to repeat a second pyroclastic attack. A surge beyond his control resulted, passing between Xelker's legs and into the decking that was beneath their feet. A large section of it melted instantly, dropping into a nearby depression. The slag was white hot.

 

Rahalin stopped the attack, but not before recieving a serious wound to his other side. An arc of dark blue energy from Yaroc's wound wrapped around his waist, though Xelker, and into the new wound where it continued to spread its damage.

 

He dropped into a crouch below Yaroc's attack and swept his leg outward, attempting to knock the weaker apprentice to the ground. The hand supporting him during the sweep, gently brushed its knuckles against the bar he had guided with the force. Completing the sweep, Rahalin grabbed the bar and jumped over Xelker's head, landing between him and Nurgle, so that Rahalin, Yaroc, and Xelker formed a rough triangle facing each other. He tucked his legs in, once again ready to leap to the offensive against whatever apprentice looked strongest this time.