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[Lord Asshat]

Achzet was thankfull that Namiad fled. He would not have to waste his time stopping him yet again. He walked over to his master, waiting for a reply while at the same time watching the bounty hunter limp to his ship and fly off.

 

When will he just stop

 

Achzet turned to his master waiting for what the next task that Achzet must complete.

[Orik Bendan]

Orik saw that his apprentice had wasted no time in displaying his finesse in combat. The vibro-blade shifted from one direction to the other in very little time, slicing at a great speed.

 

The dark side pulsed through the Kel Dor's body. He was the sword, looking at his opponenet's movements through the eyes of his blade. The sith lord was sensing the being's movements before they occured, and had expected the complicated swing that Marcellus was execuiting.

 

"Impressive..."

 

Orik only had time to say one word before he was forced to block. The blades clanged and the sound boomed inside the shuttle. Sliding up Marcellus' blade, the Kel Dor took a higher position and force the being into a saber lock.

 

The sith lord's muscles tensed as energy flowed into them. Appearence is not everything. Even as Bendan didn't appear to be an incredibly strong individual, he was much more fit than many of the sith in his order. Orik grunted as he forced Marcellus to the point where he was almost sitting on the ground. The force only enhanced every single muscle in the Kel Dor's body, making it more powerful than could hever be conceived by appearence.

 

"You tapped into the force. Apply it and increase your power!"

 

Orik spun both sabers around out of the lock and used an incredible ammount of speed to do a spin kick on his apprentice. His foot met Marcellus' cheek head on, or what was left of his cheeck after the flesh had disappeared so long ago. He was sent flying to the side, straight into the crate that hade just housed the apprentice's saber until Nero had used the force to pull it out.

 

"Agression, the key to offense. Being agressive can cause a counter attack, which you must return with a powerful counter of your own. Watch as I demonstrate."

 

Orik flipped, his saber coming down and using the flip as a fulcrum for even more power. The sith lord's eyes closed as he sensed Nero. There were so many options. He could sidestep and swing horizontally, to which Orik would move his saber slightly to block and continue his flip, extending his leg to kick his face straight into a wall. Perhaps he would attempt to block vertically, which he would be off balance for his next attack and the Kel Dor would easily teach him a lesson.

 

Orik used the force in mid-air to send his apprentice a message. It would appear as a thought, only it would appear as though Orik would saying it. Implanting a thought was somewhat difficult while still focusing his power on his swing, but it was accomplished none the less.

 

Don't think. React. Think outside of the usual.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp raised an eyebrow. Before jumping down next to his padawan.

 

"Well you ended the fight with no death. However instead of returning the knife in such a brutal manner tossing it aside would have been better. It would have served as a distraction for him. For he would have tried to go after the knife sooner or later and you could then take him out. Other than that I am impressed the way you handled an invisible opponent. My question is how did he break out of ja..."

 

Scorp's eyes shifted again out into the desert.

 

"Come follow me I sense a... disturbance."

 

Leaving the cave and after anothe treak into the city they returned with one sharpened Vibrosword. Upon reaching the cave he handed it to his padawan.

 

"We don't need that for now instead let me ask when using a sword do you use a single blade, two blades or do you like using a double bladded weapon?"

 

Scorp frowned as he said this he then looked at Achzet and awaited an answer.

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet followed his master into a small shop and they came out with a vibroblade.

 

As Achzet listened to the question he thought about Namiad.

 

Achzet replied to the question, " I like to use a single, master."

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

"Fair enough. Lets us rest some later I have a mission for you." Sitting next the the wall of the cave he begn to meditate.

[Lord Asshat]

"Yes master." Achzet walked over to a wall of the cave. Sitting a few feet away from his master, Achzet fell into a deep meditation state.

[Notorious]

"Impressive..."

 

Were the words that escaped the Kel Dor's mouth as he swung his blade to block the attack by his apprentice. As their blades clashed the Sith Lord's overwhelming power was evident as he took control of the battle and easily brought Marcellus to his knees. Marcellus's body shook as he attempted to push back against his masters power, but to no avail could the apprentice overcome his master. His muscles rippling and jerking in their positions as they struggled to push Orik back.

 

"You tapped into the force. Apply it and increase your power!"

 

Marcellus smiled at the thought. Thinking back on his past torment the apprentice could feel the rage building within him, soon he shall unleash it and prove to his master that he wasn't a push over either. Just as he was about to break the saber lock and make his move, he realized that he had waited to long. Orik had begun to spin away from the lock and had followed it up with a spinning kick that connected perfectly with the chin of Marcellus sending him flying into the crate that he had penetrated moments before.

 

You doubt my abilities master! thought he apprentice as his master continued to take advantage of the less skilled apprentice.

 

"Agression, the key to offense. Being agressive can cause a counter attack, which you must return with a powerful counter of your own. Watch as I demonstrate."

 

With squinted his eyes Marcellus watched his master perform the flip, what little skin remained wrinkled around the red pupils that burned with hatred. The apprentice's instincts wanted for him to lunge out and strike back at his master with his vibroblade, but his mind told him differently. Instead of simply striking out Marcellus figured he would try to utilize the force to his advantage in this situation, in hopes of catching Orik off guard.

 

”œYou want aggression! Then aggression you shall witness”¦ my master.”

[Orik Bendan]

Orik saw the blade fly toward him at remarkable speed. This move wasn't really expected in the least bit, and his apprentice had indeed thought outside of the box when selecting a response.

 

The Kel Dor spun his blade around in a three-sixty motion, batting the sword to the side. As he landed in front of a now weaponless Marcellus, he used the force to call Nero's sword to his other hand. The vibro-blade flew threw the air and found Orik's hand with ease.

 

The sith lord stood there, both blades staring down at the apprentice with cold judgement that was reserved only for the impartial nature of a weapon. Orik simply walked over and made a scissor motion with both swords, stopping as soon as the swords rested on Marcellus' shoulders and were barely touching his neck.

 

"Impressive, although you should be more careful of the position of your weapon."

 

The sith lord took a step backward and tossed his apprentice the vibro-blade that he held in his left hand. It landed on the shuttle floor with a clang, right next to Nero's leg. Orik looked for a case from amid some of the crates that were stacked inside of his ship. Using the force, not bothering with wanting to stand on some crates to try to remove the case, the object merely floated out to him and landed on a table.

 

 

"Within here are multiple weapons that can be used in multiple different ways. Which best suits you?"

 

The case opened to reveal three different weapons. All of them were menacing looking, and one glance at them would give you enough information on them that you wouldn't be surprised that they were in the possession of a sith lord.

 

One was a tradtitional vibroblade, only the blade was pure black and the handle was black and gold. Other than that it was fairly simple in design. Another thing that set this weapon apart was that it contained a cortosis weave, so that it could come into contact with lightsabers without being sliced to bits.

 

Another was a vibroblade that looked almost exactly similar to the blade that was just described. However, the blade was a good foot longer. To compensate for the extra weight on the end, the handle was a bit longer and was adorned in silver markings that accompanied a silver grip.

 

Another was a two-sided black vibroblade. The handle was black with bronze markings and was incredibly long. The two blades on each end were dark as the other two swords.

 

 

"Choose which one you would like and then head out and bring me back some fruit. The sand storm is slowing down so you might have the luxury of sight, but don't take it for granted. Go now."

 

As Orik spoke, the landing ramp quickly descended and Marcellus was sent flying to the sand by a force push that the sith lord had quickly used. The ramp immediatly closed so that not much sand was let into the interior. The Kel Dor's voice could still be heard as he amplified it through the dark side.

 

"Use the dark side to help you find your way."

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp spoke.

 

"You know we need some of the more finner things in life and you need practice in completing objectives. So see if you can do this. I want you to travel into the city and bring me back a fruit of some sort. Hopfully something sweet. It would be interesting to see if you could find one."

 

Scorp opened his eys

 

"Yes very interesting indeed. Take your Vibrosword with you a Jedi must always be prepared. And hurry it up while your at it."

[Lord Asshat]

"Yes master."

 

Achzet used his technique of force speed and sped off.

 

About 10minutes later he was on his way back to his master.

 

After he traveled the distance back to his master, he handed the odd fruit to him.

[Notorious]

The apprentice could only watch as his assault was easily avoided. Marcellus was now weaponless, and his master now had quite an advantage. Orik made his way over to his apprentice and rested the blades across his shoulders in a scissor shape.

 

"Impressive, although you should be more careful of the position of your weapon."

 

”œWell I was planning on bringing my blade back to me, but your power over the force easily overpowered mine.”

[Orik Bendan]

Orik had been meditating inside his ship. There was something familiar on the planet, a presence that he had seen before...he was trying to place it. Trying to put a face to it...until he was suddenly interupted by his apprentice coming back with the fruit.

 

The ramp lowered quickly and Marcellus climbed in quickly. As the ramp closed with a thud, his apprentice stood holding the fruit that Orik had sent him to get.

 

"Good, you did as I asked. You have brought me fruit. Now you will have something to eat tonight. Sith must work for everything they get, we don't rely on the light side of the force like servants. We are not the jedi."

 

Sensing deep into the mind of Nero, the Kel Dor saw feelings line up before him. They were like a book, easy to read. It was almost as if Orik was reading Marcellus on the quickly little mission that Orik had sent him on.

 

Restraint...what was this? He restrained himself for the fact he was on a mission? Restraint was a meaningless cage that some put around themselves to justify mediocrity. Morals are used as an excuse for the absense of power. If Marcellus was to be a sith, he would have to be broken from the habit of restraint.

 

Orik tapped into the dark side. It was all around him, filling the Shrieking Talon. Everything was connected, including the fruit that was held in the hands of the Kel Dor's apprentice. Slowly, Orik used his finger to guide the fruit as it hovered in the air with ease.

 

"Two things. One: Anything can be used as a weapon. Two: Anything you have earned can be taken from you uness you have the power to stop it."

 

Suddenly, the fruit flew at a speed so rapidly that it knocked Marcellus to the ground. It was so quick that it didn't even give Nero the time to sense it in the force or look toward it in time to save himself from the massive collision. The sweet inner juice of the fruit now sprayed all around and the entire ship smelled of it. The stench was sickening sweet and it was foul by all of Orik's standards.

 

 

"This next task will be incredibly hard. Do you see this cup?"

 

Ork held up a plastic cup, identicle to other ones that could be found in the shuttle. It had nothing in it and was completly empty. Orik then used the force and sent strength to his fingers, which easily crushed it and he then broke it into five different peices.

 

"First put the cup back together using the force. You may not touch the cup. You can speed up molecules through the dark side and create the necessary heat you might need for the task. Solid objects are a bit easier. Liquids are harder. You must take the juice from the fruit and put it inside the cup. After that, go out to where you bought the fruit. Do not use restraint. Bend the dark side to your will until it screams out in pain the mission that you must accomplish."

[Notorious]

Marcellus was quite pleased with himself after what seemed to be a successful mission. He had gone to town and obtained the fruit, along with butchering several townsfolk in meantime.

 

"Good, you did as I asked. You have brought me fruit. Now you will have something to eat tonight. Sith must work for everything they get, we don't rely on the light side of the force like servants. We are not the Jedi.”

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp took the fruit and looked at it. His eyes sort of glazed over for a brief moment before he spoke.

 

"Where did this come from? How do you grow fruit on a desert planet?"

 

Laughing he suddenly stopped short and looked town the distant town.

 

"Achzet I feel a disturbance in the force. Take what every you think you will need and investigate. I will be along shortly."

 

Scorp then went inside of the cave as he watched his padawan go.

[Orik Bendan]

Orik stretched out his hand and the hilt of his lightsaber flew to it. He caught it and closed his fingers, wrapping them around the pure black cylinder.

 

"You shall soon be used. You will clash with another blade soon. I feel it within the force itself. It is calling to me, beckoning me to prepare you and myself. So I shall..."

 

The Kel Dor closed his eyes as the saber hovered over a table. Various tools fell around it, laying there ready for Orik to use. Each was necessary, each one with a purpose that would aid the sith lord in accomplishing his task. The goal must be achieved if he was to answer the call of the dark side with brute force, executing the mission with an extreme passion.

 

His hands flew to the task at hand, not wasting a moment. Everything rushed in his mind, his hands were moving too fast for the eye to follow. A great surge of the dark side was guiding his hands. When the force cried out that it was too much, that it would no longer give Orik the knowledge he needed, the sith lord took it by the neck and strangled it until it would listen to him. Every time it resisted, it soon bowed before him like it always did.

 

A substance soon covered the hilt now. The casing was completly transparent, and it was a little more sticky to the touch than the gallian firestone that the hilt's outer casing was comprised of. The sith lord smiled at the work.

 

Soon, he took out a container of water. It was just long enough for a fully extended lightsaber to fit into. It was perfect. Slowy, Orik activated the lightsaber. The blade illuminated the inside of the escort shuttle with blood red light, bringing a sick smile to Orik's face underneath his oxygen mask.

 

The sith lord moved the blade in the air a few times for the soul purpose of listening to the humm. It feeled his ears with a sound that made his grin extend even more. It was the last sound that his foes would hear, the last sound that a jedi would hear before his body laid on the ground lifeless. The thought of a jedi's body going limp made Orik's heart skip a beat.

 

After dwelling upon such thoughts, the Kel Dor put his lightsaber right over the container, using the force to hold it there. Walking slowly away from the water-filled container, Orik folded his arms, his eyes staring straight into the hilt of the saber. The dark side was a great wonder that could perform many things, and it had led him to the discovery of what he was about to see.

 

Suddenly, Orik let his left hand control the movements of the container, which he levitated so taht it was directly over the hilt. Slowly, he used the dark side to tip the container slightly, every so slightly. Water began to drip on the hilt. Then more...then more...until suddenly all the water in the container came crashing down upon the crimson blade.

 

Orik smiled as the droplets splashed upon the ground, soaking some of his belongings. He didn't care, he had just accomplished something that would help him greatly in his upcoming battles. Gazing upon his saber, he watched as the blade still shone with the red aura that accompianed the beam of pure white. It was still on...the circuits hadn't shorted out...he had just made his saber water-resistant.

 

Of course, it would be of no use to him if he needed it in the ocean or something to that extent. That would require a few other adjustments that were to complex for him. However, it would be able to withstand rain and short periods of emmersion in shallow water.

 

Orik heated up the water by moving the molecules faster and faster. He then started to slowly cool the water vapor that resulted, and the droplets of water that followed landed back perfectly in the container. No wasted water...for he needed whatever liquids he could get while he was staying on this waste of a planet.

 

The Kel Dor took the hilt of his lightsaber and the beam retreated back into the cylinder. The sith lord walked to the coc-pit of his ship, his smile changing from one of pride to one of sadistic pleasure as he mulled over the possible uses of the newest feature he had installed in his lightsaber. Taking control of the escort shuttle, he moved the ship much closer to the city to speed up his arrival.

 

A great cry of pain reached out to him in the force. The dark side was laughing as the death toll climbed and elevated. This pleased the sith lord greatly.

 

"You are doing well my apprentice."

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet nodded to the statement.

 

He walked inside of the ship and restocked on supplies and weaponry. He took the long vibroblade, that was just purchased, and placed it on his belt. He prepared himself for the investigation.

 

Achzet said a quick good-bye to his master and left to investigate.

 

After about 30 min. or so, he walked into the town. He heard yelling and screaming everywhere. People were shouting, "Murder!"

 

Achzet ran to the scene, where he could not believe the thing he saw. On the ground inside of a small shop, there were bodies everywhere. Blood was on the walls and covered the ground. There was also a man who was cut in two which really got to Achzet.

 

I must find the monster who did this

[Notorious]

The act had been committed and the apprentice was done with his task, but just before he was beginning to leave town he caught sight of a man running towards town. A vibroblade hung at his hip and he had unusual aura about him. Deciding to not to ask first Marcellus ducked into the shadows and used the benefit of wearing dark clothing to close the gap between the two men.

 

What is he”¦ a merc”¦ or a Jedi?

 

Marcellus then followed the man into a shop and that he had recently left, dead bodies and blood were everywhere. The apprentice smiled as he watched the man's reaction to the death, it was one obviously of a Jedi. Any normal man would turn and run in fear at the sight of death, but this man had the look of determination on his face.

 

Stepping from the shadows Marcellus made himself visible to the Jedi.

 

”œDo you like what you see? Personally, I was quite pleased with the work.”

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet looked at the man. "How could you have done this?" Achzet said with saddness. "These were innocent people and you ruthlessly ended their lives. You... you monster. I must put you down, you Sith."

 

Achzet pulled out his vibroblade and took a defensive position. He concentrated on the gentle nature of the force. It was calming. He felt at home with the force. It flowed through him like a river flowing through a small valley, quick, but steady. He focused himself and soon found his center. He was ready for anything this apprentice of the dark side could throw at him. He was confident in himself and with the force. He called on the force and asked it to help in this time of need.

 

Achzet knew he was more trained, but would that be enough?

 

Achzet said to himself, " Don't doubt your abilities and have full confidence in yourself Ki."

 

" I am going to give you one chance. Do you surrender and turn yourself in, or must we fight and let the force decide.?" Achzet said to the sith.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp quietly sat down and mediated upon a premention in the force. Sercretly he hadn't wanted to have his padawan leave on his own however he felt that the disturbance in the force wasn't the worst thing to come. Closing his eyes he prepared himself for wahtever may come.

[Notorious]

Marcellus watched with a smile on his face as the Jedi spoke about the dead.

 

"How could you have done this? These were innocent people and you ruthlessly ended their lives. You... you monster. I must put you down, you Sith."

 

The Sith apprentice broke out into a sadistic laugh, meanwhile he slipped his hand behind his back and grabbed hold of his double bladed vibroblade. Its cold metal quickly warming between the fingers of the Sith. Removing his robe with his left hand Marcellus exposed his scarred flesh and the weapon that was hidden beneath his cloak.

 

This has a past with the dark side, I shall use that to my advantage.

 

Meanwhile, Achzet had took hold of his weapon and gotten into a defensive position. Marcellus could tell that the Jedi was physically strong, but how strong was he mentally? This is what the apprentice would test first before making his move.

 

"I am going to give you one chance. Do you surrender and turn yourself in, or must we fight and let the force decide.?"

 

”œAchzet you should know that a true Sith never surrenders, so lets let the force decide then shall we?”

[Lord Asshat]

"I know what that feeling is like. The taste of blood, the thrill of death, oh yes I have felt it. It makes you feel whole doesn't it? It makes you feel great. Well, I have forgotten that way of life. It is a path to no where. There is a certain amount of good in everyone. You still have some in you as well. I can feel it."

 

Achzet was not going to let this Sith get to him. Then, Achzet noticed that he picked up a head of one of his latest victims and started playing with it. He would occasionally bounce it off of the wall next to him and laugh maniacally. "Put that down." Achzet said and he used the force to push it away from him and levitated it down to the ground.

 

"I do not want to fight you." Achzet said with one last hope.

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad's ship the Nimah lands safely on Tatooine. Namiads hunger came over him then. "Well, might as well as go to the market....." Namiad says to himself. Namiad walks on the streets of the market, when he hears a scream. Immedatly, Namiad draws Cire's custom blasters. "Yes, fresh bounty." Namiad turns on his stealth as he runs to the sorce of the scream. There, two men were confronting each other. "ACHZET!"Namiad screams in his head, trying to be as quiet as possible. The other man Namiad didnt reconize. "Well maybe I'll just watch Achzet die." Namiad says inwardly. "After all, he did kill my brother....."

[Orik Bendan]

Orik took the sword that he had discovered in Ajunta Pall's tomb and also his saber. With those two possessions, he walked down the ramp of the Shrieking Talon. The ramp closed with a hiss and the Kel Dor was greeted by the warm air and burning sun of the planet. His face was lit up with the light, but the sith lord didn't mind.

 

Orik walked in the sand, his feet sinking into the grains with each step he took. Looking around, the aroma of death swirled around him. The Kel Dor took a great whiff of it, holding it in for as long as he could, savoring it with a sick pleasure. It was so beauitiful and sweet, but it was missing something. It was missing...the sweet smell of a rotting jedi corpse.

 

The sith lord used the force to guide him through the city, even though he lacked any previous knowledge of the layout.

 

I sense something...someone...

 

Orik started to walk to where the force was telling him that there was someone that wasn't supposed to be there. While walking, he noticed a man and his family hiding inside their home. Their fear was pouring out of the walls of their house, and the chance to take life was too sweet for the Kel Dor to ignore.

 

Using his saber, he melted away a circle in the door. A quick force push sent it flying into the wall of the house, colliding with furniture and various other objects and destroying them.

 

Oooh...how I love destruction.

 

The family huddled in fear, except for the man who held a blaster. His hand was trembling, the pistol shaking. His face was one of pure terror. Looking at the man, Orik gave him a glare of hate. Indeed it was an ignorant hate, one that was blind to action and prejudice to all. However, it was hate, and that was all that Orik would require.

 

"Please. Take what you want. Just don't hurt my family."

 

Orik almost laughed at the attempt to be a role model for his children. This man was a mere weakling, no backbone. In fact, the Kel Dor was surprised the man could live with himself...such dread at the thought of combat. It was then that it was decided: This man did not deserve to live, and neither did his family for supporting such a coward.

 

"I pray that you have lived a good life. Your weakness should not be tolerated...look at the example you are setting for your children. They would grow up to be just as pathetic as you. You are not worthy of life. Goodbye."

 

With that, a blaster bolt was sent toward Orik, who simply laughed at the man. With a quick motion, the man's head hit the floor with a thud. The screams of his children and his wife relaxed him as he loosened up his posture. However, Orik felt bad for the family. Perhaps he could lighten the mood to make it up for them. So, being the kind caring sith that Orik Bendan was, he took their the man's head and punted it out into the city with a giant laugh.

 

"Isn't that just great kids? What? You don't like that? Well...I tried very hard to please you with my little joke, and I would've appreciated even a pity laugh if you didn't think it was that funny. Oh well.

 

Walking out of the building, the sith lord couldn't help but noticed the silence that now occupied the house in the family's stead. The next people to enter the house would surely discover the dead, lifeless faces of two loving children, a wonderful wife, and a kind caring father and husband. No wait, they wouldn't discover the lifeless face of the man...Orik had kicked it somewhere. Oh well, such is life.

 

Now Orik sensed the man (Namiad Ydnah) again, the one that wasn't supposed to be there. Using the force to silence his every step, Orik approached the many slowly. After he was right behind him, he put his blade to the man's neck.

 

"Leave this place or suffer a fate worse than death. If you believe that the two that stand before you are powerful, than you cannot begin to imagine what I possess."

 

No one would survive to watch the battle except for those worthy of such a treat. The pleasure of watching his apprentice would Orik's alone, besides the jedi that Marcellus would soon engage. And maybe even...wait...could it be...

 

A vision of the past flooded his mind. He was in Coruscant again, at the Jedi Academy. Blood was all around him and he had just killed two younglings. Then there was a jedi...the jedi that embarrased him...his face etched into the Kel Dor's memory. He was here...on the planet. This would be interesting...

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp stood up and streched. He felt at peace even if it was indeed only for the moment. Closeing his eyes he sumonded the force around him and soon he came to the city where the feeling of Death surrounded him. But more importantly he felt a familiar presence. One he had not felt since... He would give it the battle at the Jedi temple.

 

Interesting

 

It didn't take him long to find his padawan however what caught him off guard was the Sith Lord with his blade to the neck of the man who kept showing up some how.

 

"Just deactivate the blade and back away slowly."

[Notorious]

”œThere is good in me you say? Was it the good part of me that severed that man in two, or was it when I killed that woman and her child.”

[Lord Asshat]

"Perhaps you are right. Maybe there is still a small amount of hate in me. But I swore myself on that day, that I would never unleash that hatred on anyone else, ever again." Achzet said to the Sith.

 

"Even though you have much hatred running through your flesh, there is a small amount of good in you. It is deep, but it is still there. You could feel it, but only if you let yourself. No matter how many deaths you cause it will still be there. Where ever there is evil there is a small amount of good. I learned that a long time ago and I never forgot about it."

 

Achzet flashed back to his duel a long time ago. It was with the young jedi known as Sabian. Achzet was winning the duel with a small edge, but Sabian defeated him with wise thinking and skill with the force. He would never forget that day, for it was the day he strode from the dark path to the light.

 

Achzet looked at the Sith.

[Notorious]

”œThat right there is the difference between you and I. You choose to embrace the light, while I seek to destroy it. You may believe there is good in me, but I know well enough that my hatred for it is enough to keep it at bay.”

[Lord Asshat]

Achzet was not surprised at all by the attack. He was already in a defensive position waiting for his opponent to attack all along.

 

Achzet ducked away from the powerful strike and roundhoused the man directly in the chest. The man stumbled back a few feet. Achzet used this time to leap away and prepare himself once more.

 

Achzet could feel the force flowing through him. He felt at peace even while the sith was still attacking him. He felt at peace with the force and he felt good that he was using it for his ally. Achzet knew he had to end this as quickly as possible.

 

Achzet used the force to make all the muscles inside of his body stronger than previously. He could feel it coarsing through him physically and mentally. Achzet was thinking of a way to end this. He used the force to increase his speed condsiderably and charged at the Sith. He moved too fast for the sith to even react and hit him square in the forehead with the hilt of his vibroblade.

 

While the man was stunned from the strike he concentrated and manipulated the force through his arm and into his hand. The man flew back and into the wall behind him.

 

Achzet took his defensive position and awaited the Sith's attack.

[Notorious]

Lifting him self up from the floor Marcellus shook of the ”œcobwebs”

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad was stiff for a moment, a blade nearly milimeters away from his neck. "Cire.....I have failed you....." Namiad said in his mind. A small deasert breeze flowed through the air Namiads auburn hair flew back as well as his sleveless over coat. Namiad closed his eyes, when he heard a voice wich belonged to no other than Achzets master. The blade backed off and Namiad was able to leave the sceen. Namiad ran as fast as he could. The bounty hunter didnt look back till he got to the out skirts of the city. "I think it is a time to leave." Namiad said to himself, as his ship the NIMAH came. "I take it back Achzet..."Namiad said as he jumped into the NIMAH.