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Mordeci hadn't noticed the Dark Lord's presence. Not at first. It had been so ineffably powerful that he didn't realize the growing power on the edges of his mind until Valinor told him of its existence, writhing like a mass of shadowy snakes that were coiled to strike. His hand drifted to his lightsaber almost instinctively. Whoever the Dark Lord was... He was dangerous. More dangerous than anyone he'd want to encounter here, in the past, or in the near future. And yet, here he was, on this warship. In the midst of a battle he knew nothing about. Suddenly, he felt like a child. He knew not the power he toyed with, not as these Sith Lords did.

 

If he were to make his mark, he would need to learn.

 

Before him, as Lord Valinor motioned, he took in the troops' emotions. Pride, anticipation at the battle to come, mixed with the sickly sweet fear of death. He feflt power, though it seemed to pale in comparison to the Dark Lord's. He turned to face Lord Valinor, eager to prove himself worthy to be called a sith, like those around him.

 

"You say the Jedi are coming. Where will they strike? I shall meet them in battle. I shall wet my blade with their blood."

 

 

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  • 4 weeks later...

Mordecai nodded gravely. He had barely left training, and already he was tasked with killing a Jedi. As much as he'd liked to have lied to himself, tell himself it would be nothing, he knew the task was no small one. Not for him, at least. Regardless, he motioned for a nearby squad to follow him to his personal dropship.

 

"It will be done, my lord." he said, turning and heading towards the ship.

 

Once on board, the troopers in their seats, he seated himself in the pilot's chair. He didn't trust anybody but himself to fly them through that battle out there, even if Lord Valinor had assured him they'd make an opening. The shuttle lifted, and launched out of the hanger at his command, falling in directly behind a squadron of fighters. Ahead, he could see the hellish area that swarmed with the bulk of the fighters. And to get to the station, he'd have to fly right through it.

 

His comms beeped, and with the push of a button a voice spoke.

 

"Just fly right through it, my lord. We'll keep anyone who tries to stop you busy."

 

He nodded, though the motion was mostly to himself. "Very well. Good luck."

 

With that, he flew into the hornet's nest. All around him was chaos. Death and destruction permeated here, and e reveled in it. However, this skirmish was not his goal. He put the transport into a dive to avoid a hostile fighter, followed by a hard bank to the left to avoid a torpedo not meant for him. A few lasers hit the shields, but the aggressor had to pull away as several Sith fighters swarmed it.

 

A few moments later, and they were through. All that lay between him and the station now was the blackness of space. He landed in the hanger, watching as a Jedi assault shuttle bore into a nearby section of the hull. He sneered. The Jedi. He stalked out of the transport, the squad already disembarked. They had taken fire when he landed, but the few troops inside seemed to have been dispatched by the squad.

 

"Stay here. Wait for the rest of the troops. Keep this hanger secure."

With that, he departed the hanger.

It was time to hunt a Jedi.

Edit: Continuity error, dropships changed to assault shuttles

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  • 3 weeks later...

Mordecai had barely made it out of the hanger when the station came under another barrage of fire. As the lights and the other systems failed, Modeci smiled to himself. That could be useful. He drew his lightsaber, waiting to ignite it until he needed to. He still lacked 'proper' sith garb, but he doubted people would care. Only a madman or a soldier would be as close to the battle as he was going to get. He stalked through the halls, an ominous air about him as he pondered his task. Kill a jedi. That would be dangerous, but the path to the Dark Side would be filled with danger. Skirting from his duty now would not do him any favors.

 

It didn't take long to find signs of battle. Bodies, lined against the walls. Blast marks in the bulkheads. Death permeated the air. He was close. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he stalked his prey. Jedi. He could sense them. They were swarming with republic troops, though he could sense the panic in the Force. The lack of a life support bothered them, it seemed. He thought for a moment. A station this large likely had backups, and even if it didn't, they would likely still have are for over an hour.

 

He stepped into the hangar, lowering his head and pushing past the panicking mass and he made his way towards the Jedi. He looked up, and he met her eyes, a grin spreading across his face. She had two lightsabers? That could be a problem. He'd have to keep track of both. He reached up with his free hand, towards the dim light in the hangar, crushing it with the Force as his hand formed a fist.

"Tell me, Jedi. Do you fear what lurks in the dark?" he asked, stalking through the darkness carefully, watching the glow of her lightsabers to keep track of her. He circled to her right, his anticipation building as he readied himself for this fight.

 

He launched forward, swinging the hilt of the lightsaber towards the Jedi's arm, igniting it mid-swing in an attempt to conserve his advantage until the last possible moment in an attempt to sever or seriously damage the limb, hoping to gain an early advantage. The movement was quick and brutal, lacking all of the finesse that one would expect from a lightsaber combatant.

((Post 1 of Mordecai vs Aleria))

 

 

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  • 3 weeks later...

Mordeci smiled sweetly in the blue and lavender light given off by their blades, silently chastising himself for the blunder of missing her personal light. He'd see if she'd be so smarmy after he cut her to ribbons. He wouldn't make such a mistake again, regardless- her second blade was missing. A foolish choice; Whatever she planned to accomplish with that, she'd have been better off keeping it with her. He could feel her use of the force. It was faint, but it let him know approximately where the blade was. He stepped between her and the blade as he broke away from the first engagement.

 

He lunged forward, feinting with a light thrust towards her left shoulder. It was a simple move, but a dangerous one if unanswered. He was relying on her knowing that, but even if she didn't know or didn't care, he was confident he could disengage again. One of the worst mistakes to be made in a duel is over-committing without clear victory within the aggressor's duel. Right now, it was about finding the weaknesses in her guard, in her form. And if he managed to make a lethal or incapacitating blow in the meanwhile, even better.

 

 

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  • 3 weeks later...

Mordecai was well accustomed to dueling with blades. He wasn't surprised she'd seen through his feint, and was prepared for it. What he wasn't accustomed to, though,was dueling an opponent versed in the Force. The blast caught him unawares, and he flew backwards. He remembered the lightsaber though, and barely turned his body out of the way to avoid a severed limb. He didn't avoid the hit though, and he got a deep cut across him back as he tumbled along the ground.

 

He rolled to his feet, reigniting his lightsaber as he stalked forward. He was angry now, and in pain. His earlier demeanor had shifted and he prowled on towards the dual blades and their wielder.

 

He could feel the force roil around him, agitated by his emotions. He reached for it, and it dulled his pain. He sprinted forwards, letting out a roar of a battle cry as he swung savagely towards Aleria's face. Then again at her torso, and again at her arms. He forsook defense, in favor of an unrelenting offensive barrage of attacks.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Mordecai was impressed. The cyborg's limbs were stronger than he anticipated. She stopped the first attack, but the second hit with such force that it knocked the first saber from her hand. While she reeled, the third strike severed on of the prosthetic arms. A kick sent her to the ground, and he stepped forward, standing over her prone form. His victory was short lived, however. He could feel a surge in the force, and when he turned to look, he saw several jedi in retreat right towards him. He didn't have time to finish her off... and he hesitated to do so regardless.

 

For now, the arm would do. He scooped it up, and pulling on one of the lightsabers with the Force, he moved to retreat. He looked back once he reached the edge of the hanger, fading into the dark, watching as the returning jedi swarmed over their fallen comrade. She'd be up shortly, and they'd be looking. He couldn't fight that many. He ducked into the corridor he entered from. The station shook again and he grimaced. He had to get off the station. 

 

He stepped into the hanger, rallying the troops behind him and into the shuttle. "We're done here. Time to get back to the Scarab."

 

The return trip was considerably less hectic than the first. The fighters seemed less preoccupied with transports retreating from the battle than ones joining the fray. Not to mention that the fighters had thinned considerably. The fighting had been fierce so far, and fighters were often the first to go he'd heard. Still, he couldn't help but sigh in relief when they finally landed. That relief was short lived, however, as he realized his position.

 

He'd failed. Well, technically he'd succeeded, he'd defeated the Jedi, but he didn't finish her. He took a trophy, but he doubted that would matter. Nor did he think that his master would care for technicalities. 

 

 

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