Space

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Aryian's ship zips through space...

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Aryian's ship shot through space, headed for Coruscant. During the journey, Aryian had put Dash into a deeper catatonic healing trance, as well as cauterized his wounds and mnded them with bacta, preparing him for the operation necessary to regain the use of his arm.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's vessel shot through hyperspace towards Kashyyk.

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Aryian's ship shot through hyperspace on an intercept course with Coruscant.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Randomly, somewhere, a monkey found itself suddenly popping into existance in space. Needless to say, it didn't live very long, but it managed to float in Coruscant's general direction.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship shot through space towards borleais.

 

 

The monkey (mentioned previously in the thread) picked up spacial drift, and started to follow, managing somehow to reach hyperspace.

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Aryian's ship shot through space, once on it's way to Mechis III, the next on it's way to Coruscant.

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The Dark Brotherhood emerged from Hyperspace above the plane of the Galaxy, the perfect hiding place for a ship that size. Two Platoons Aryian left behind, to quell any resistance left on the ship and to insure that the Ship was not retaken, the other Platoon left on the ship it came in on, and Aryian left in his own ship, making the jump to hyperspace back to the battle. Before he left though, he commed someone, or rather, something with a very important message.

 

EDIT:

 

The Server ship, the two main dropships and the droid fighters popped into realspace, right near the Star Destroyer. It sent out a command slave, remotely controlling coordinates, and just to be on the safe side, jumped to another location.

 

Once there, the main dropships landed in the large hangar, unloading all the repair droids as well as the division of assault droids that were instructed to first approach the Platoons and tell them they were here to assist. The repair droids began their work, disabling all the rigged explosives on the ship first, then began rapidly repairing the ship's systems, one by one.

 

It would take a few days, but at this pace, it was better than a few weeks.

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The convoy of droid ships popped out of hyperspace near the Dark Brotherhood, landing in it's hanger. The repairs were finally complete, the ship was restored back to battle-readiness in a matter of hours rather than a few days. It would have taken a little longer to fully restore things such as superficial work and life-support, but the droids had one sole purpose, to restore shields and weapons to full capacity, and that mission was achieved.

 

All computer codes were erased in short order, including backdoor codes and normal codes, replaced instead by a fractal encryption system only comprehendable by even the most advanced of hackers. The droids maintained total control over the computers, maneuvering the ship back around for it's jump back to the battle.

 

Now the crewing droids departed from their transports, filling the ship, as the rest of the Alliance troops and the repair and assault droids refilled the transports, leaving the ISD just before the whole minifleet jumped to hyperspace.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship made several random jumps through hyperspace, making his trail untrackable before he plugged in his true coordinates and shot off towards Helix station.

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Aryian's ship go zoom.

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While Aryian's ship was in hyperspace transit, he recieved a notice from his onboard AI that it was time for a routine scan of tracking devices. Aryian scanned his entire ship with the force, and none were there.

 

Other than that, it was a pretty uneventful ride, other than the bathroom break he had to take at one of the outer moons of Rancus IV.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian and Armiena's ships traveled through hyperspace.

 

 

Zoom, zoom, zoom. Yeah, zoom, zoom.

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Aryian's ship finally popped out of hyperspace in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly the middle of nowhere, as he was soon to find, in fact he was quite near the Haruun Kal system, but as of yet there was no way of knowing. At first, there was silence in the cockpit of the Blur, and then there was several joyful whoops followed by colorful curse words in several languages.

 

For nearly a month Aryian had been in his ship, and he was long out of rations and supplies, his hyperdrive unit malfunctioning and sending him deep into the unknown regions with nearly no way of return. By either sheer luck, or will of the force, he found a group of space nomads and managed to refuel his ship, however it wasn't much. The whoops of oy came from checking the navicomputer, allowing him knowledge that he was back in known space, and upon further inspection near a Jedi base.

 

With shaking hands, partially from joy, partially from exhaustion, he grabbed the helm controls and ignited his sublight drive, piloting the ship towards Haruun Kal.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's spaceship blah, blah Coruscant. Aryian still thought these posts in the Space thread were a little pointless.

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In a random ((hidden)) location, the Construction fleet pulled out of hyperspace alongside Aryian's ship, beginning to construct another base, a spacially-oriented base. It was about the size of a Golan III defense platform, yet had far fewer armaments, the main feature was actually defense, with triple layered shielding and thick armor. The outside of the Hull was painted a camoflage black, so as to mask it against the backdrop of space. It would be very difficult to see in a chaotic space battle, as well as the hull being equipped with sensor disruptors to electronically mask it was ever there.

 

The hangar was the most heavily armored, the main four double turbolasers located around there to shoot unfriendly incoming craft. It had three torpedo tubes as well as four other turrets located around the outside of the Hull on bubblelike turret mounts (Allowing the shields to cover them as well), but for the most part, that was it. The inside defenses included several sets of ray shields all on different circuts (to prevent knocking them all out at once), as well as gravity traps, trapdoors, a few grenade traps, and several other odd things for defense.

 

It was also here that the Server ship made a rendezvous with Aryian, finally managing to contact him while he was on Naboo. It made a smaller copy of it's memory into the large databanks of the space station, giving the entire space station an AI and also rendering it inhackable.

 

Inside the Station were several specialized facilities, mainly computer labs and the like, but there was also a large hollowed out area that could be used for zero-gee fighting. The hangar was stocked with about twenty E-wings, prepared and ready for running starfighter maneuvers. A development lab was included for designing and making all sorts of things, though it was also oriented towards armors and defensive things rather than weapons (it had a lightsaber construction area, however).

 

Training rooms and meditation rooms were the secondary feature, and made up the majority of the station save the normal things like the Meb Bay, and the rooming quarters and the Mess hall. Everything else was specifically oriented for combat and training in strange environments.

 

As soon as it was finished, which was several monotonous hours later, Aryian checked his sensors on the Blur (Some of the most advanced sensors equippable on a ship), and satisfactorily smiled as they read nothing. He squinted, trying to see the station in space, barely able to make it out. The only way anyone would know it was there is if they knew it was there previously, and even then it was rather hard finding the thing.

 

The minifleet and Aryian's ship blasted off, back towards Gala. There was one more base they would need to construct, however they would need special materials for that, and Aryian needed to get to Gala anyways.

[Ary the Grey]

Deep in space, in a random location determined by a strange algorithm that caused the whole station to jump into hyperspace every two hours, lay the mysterious Shadow station. Even if someone was near it, the whole thing was painted a nonreflective black, camoflaging it against the backdrop of space, nearly making it invisible to the naked eye, and specialized sensor jammers made it impossible to see with a normal ship's instruments. However, if someone was looking for something very specific like Ion emissions, or just knew the station, it could be found.

 

Aryian's ship easily landed in the hidden hangar, revealing itself as it recognized his approach vector, and he programmed the thing to remain open so that Damon could find it. As soon as it was safe, Aryian exited the ship, making way to the large dome on the bottom of the station, the zero-g fighting arena. As soon as Aryian sensed Damon landing, he reached out to his implant, unlocking the informaion, allowing Damon access to the Station's sensors and controls.

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The lights in the arena were off, something Aryian intended to do. Damon entered, feeling a slight moment of nausea as he passed into the weightlessness as soon as he entered the door. The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off all source of light.

 

"Lights."

 

From the far side of the large dome, a voice came, causing the various lighting instruments to kick in, temporarily blinding both as their eyes adjusted, but Aryian had no intention of taking advantage of that.

 

For the moment, a program was in place, a short one he had written on the ride over, cutting off Damon from using the station's various sensors and security devices to his advantage, as well as breaking the link between their implants momentarily, just in case some thought or other thing might slip out from his mind mid-duel, off balancing it in Aryian's favor. He was a fair fighter, and this would be fought right.

 

He was standing on a rather large sphere of durasteel, like other objects that floated throughout the arena, various crates and shapes of differing sizes littered the arena, providing for a number of strategies.

 

Aryian held his hands down, palms facing Damon, his eyes closed, concentrating on the Force. Damon could easily feel his power, his sheer will. From inside his robes, his lightsaber hilts shot to his hands, which wrapped around them slowly, a longing feeling lingering in his mind. It had been some time since he used them, but it certainly wouldn't affect his use. His hands twirled the hilts once, zipping up to slam the hilts together in front of him, giving then a quick twist to lock them together. The entire hilt dropped with his right hand, the twin silver blades on the staff saber igniting simultaneously.

 

"Well...time to find out, eh Damon? Your trials start now."

 

((I believe it was a five post Modded? Correct me if I'm wrong in your next post, but I'm giving you the option of first post. If you want me to attack first, don't number your next post.))

[Ary the Grey]

((1))

 

Aryian felt Damon tap into the Force, knowing that unlike Aryian, he preferred to keep his true potential hidden until later. What many didn't know about Aryian is that though he radiated his full aura, it was not the limit of his potential, not by far. He also noted Damon had two short sabers, the kind that would make Aryian's style of form III defense complete, except that Aryian preferred the reach of full lightsabers, as well as the versatility and unpredictability his own sabers gave him. He intended on designing two tonfa-style sabers when he got back to the Myrkr base, but for now, he would use what he had on him.

 

Silently he wished for his armor, until nanoseconds later he remembered why he shed the thing, instantly cursing himself for daring to have it any other way. His fiance would wed a natural man, not one who was half machine or otherwise enhanced. This he would do for her, purify himself as best he could.

 

But now was the time to focus on the task at hand, on the duel. Aryian did not reply, one was not needed. He would not give his secrets (at least the ones Damon didn't know) away so easily. Damon would have to find out on his own, the hard way.

 

Aryian stepped off the large sphere, pushing off with a bit of Force energy to send him towards Damon at a reasonable yet easily controllable speed, something Aryian did as he neared the other. The good thing about being this skilled in the Force was the power to levitate yourself, something that usually took mastery to fully acquire the skill. Knights had done it before, but instances of this were rare. Damon would have to learn fast, unless he had already known the skill.

 

Very fast, Aryian's Force presence flickered with power at he briefly glanced at something behind and to the left of Damon, quickly returning his Gaze to Damon's head. In a zero-gee environment, one only had to give something else the proper accelleration in the right direction, they didn't have to maintain that to keep it going. And thus it was, the brief Force pulse, barely enough to trigger Damon's warning sense, had shot a small crate destined directly for Damon's Torso, flying at an angle that wouldn't hit Aryian if Damon simply dodged it.

 

And with that, Aryian dove in, summoning up a force barrier around his body. He used the leverage of the staff saber to his advantage, shoving the full brunt of the blade in a overhead cut down on Damon, who would have an easier time catching it on short swords, though it was obvious Aryian had the upper hand when it came to range, as his sabers were a good foot longer.

[Ary the Grey]

((2))

 

Long ago Aryian had used that same maneuver in his Knight trials against Leonardo Stovachi, rushing an opponent, and it had failed. He had only used it one other time, on Darth Mortis Diabolus at Borleais, but it was merely to shift his attention to another attack. It failed again, and Aryian suffered a near mortal injury. In the combat he'd seen since, he had never used it again.

 

It was a small matter to counterbalance his own inertia by small subtle pushes with the Force, keeping himself anchored in place fairly easily. He saw what Damon was going to do, and for any other Jedi, it would have had panache and style that might have thrown them off, but he was the Master of the Force shield, things he used with deadly efficiency and experienced ease.

 

Damon shot towards him, nearing him at dangerous speeds, and he waited for the exact right time to summon a thick Force Barrier in front of Damon, allowing the attacker to slam headlong into it, carefully just out of range of Damon's sabers, before thrusting at Damon's head with his own lightsaber.

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((3))

 

Aryian was mildly surprised with Damon's move, however it had caused little to no damage to the Master, as Damon's kick merely impacted with the Force shield surrounding Aryian's body, barely an inch above his clothing. However, it did cause Aryian to shoot back, and for a moment, he lost concentration on Damon, instead focusing on grabbing himself with the invisible hands of the Force, and again anchoring himself in place. When he found Damon again, Aryian was once again surprised.

 

The long lightsaber was an ancient weapon Aryian had only heard about, but never before had he seen one before, ignited or otherwise. It's length was impressive, spanning an extra half the distance of a normal lightsaber, and legend had it that it could go possibly more than double the length of the lightsaber. The only thing within the bounds of lightsaber technology that was even more rare and interesting was the legendary lightwhip.

 

However, even with this weapon in Damon's arsenal, Aryian would not be easy to take down. Several new strategies formed in the Master's mind, avenues of approach that had a variety of possible outcomes. It was like a life-scale version of Dejarik, every move he made would affect Damon's next move, the only thing Aryian could really do was choose an attack that had the best possible outcomes in order to maximize his chances of victory.

 

Long lightsabers had range, which gave them both an advantage and a disadvantage. Their primary advantage was allowing the wielder to attack from a distance, and with a longer hilt, it was easier for them to wield with two hands, using leverage to their advantage. However, against a staff saber, which also relied heavily on leverage to aid in it's blows, that feature would only cancel out Aryian's advantage. The range itself was a problem, however Aryian knew that if they locked sabers, Damon could do little to nothing if Aryian decided to move inside his range. With two lightsabers, Aryian would be able to block all slashes made at him, and Damon would not be able to stab at him.

 

He gripped his hilt with both hands, twisting it and snapping both sabers back to their individual hilts, taking a crouched defensive stance in the middle of the air, making perfect sense in zero gravity, albeit looking a little funny. Damon as well, had taken such a stance, and it was apparent curiosity riddled his face as he pondered why Aryian did that. The master's own experession, though, revealed nothing. His face was a solid wall of focus, his eyes solidly locked on his target.

 

And then, without warning, Damon knew why Aryian had chosen to do what he did.

 

Like a viper, Aryian lashed out in the Force, focusing a powerful Force blast directly behind Damon, the cause of which shot him towards Aryian like a helpless rag doll. The blast in itself was not enough to break Damon's bones, as Aryian held himself back, knowing this match was non-lethal. As Damon neared, time itself seemed to slow as Aryian totally fell into the Force's control, allowing it to guide his movements.

 

His left saber moved out and up, catching and deflecting the wildly swinging long saber as it came dangerously close to hitting him, his right saber coming in and across his body to the left, lashing out and around to the right as Damon's body came into range of his lightsaber. If done correctly, and if Damon hadn't realized in time, then Aryian's blade would meet Damon in a nasty slice.

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((THIS IS NOT PART OF THE DUEL))

 

The message came in for Aryian, yet automatically rerouted to his ship, which handled it for Aryian.

 

A highly encrypted untraceable comm was sent out by the ship back to Nom, detailing directions to get to the Station.

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((4))

 

Aryian could see what happened, but he couldn't do much to stop it as Damon used the Force to dodge out of his blow, plowing a crate and a fairly nasty Force Blast into Aryian's unprotected back, pain shooting up the nerves located there. The Force nulled much of the pain, but that still didn't excuse the fact that it still hurt.

 

As he plummeted towards the other end of the Arena, Damon came at him again, his Force signature now raging like a white pyre in the Force, near matching Aryian's own skill and prowess. It was then that Aryian knew he had done well in choosing to give Damon his trials, the man was more than ready.

 

However, instead of coming straight at Aryian, Damon came around to Aryian's left from his backside, the hum of his lightsaber deadly close, and much longer now, from what Aryian sensed. He would have to rethink his strategies again if this was how Damon was going to play.

 

You don't have me yet, Damon...I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve.

 

Aryian delved into the Force again, concentrating on a large convex Force shield near Damon, flinging it up into the ceiling to carry Damon along for the ride, barely missing the long blade that was carving at his gut. Unfortunately, this had the added side effect of throwing Aryian in the opposite direction, as he had neglected to anchor himself in place through use of self-levitation, and as a consequence, both men hit the ceiling and floor of the arena at approxiomately the same time, the impacts knocking the wind out of both opponents.

 

But Aryian wasn't done, not by a long shot. Now was the time to show Damon what he was really made of, just how tricky he could be. He pushed away from the floor, not hard, just enough to give him some momentum away from it, and he began to rub the air molecules over his body. Within seconds, the temperature began spiking rapidly around him, heat which he absorbed inwards as Force energy to use again in heating himself. It was a technique Aryian had only used two other times, and he only used it when necessary. For Damon...it had become necessary.

 

With Aryian's Force cycle started, his robes began to burn, surrounding him in red and then a bluish fire, quickly turning it to ash and obliterating it. His hands were perhaps the only part he neglected to heat, because melting the hilts of his lightsabers would not be a good thing at this point in the battle. He grinned at Damon, who had just caught sight of him as the last of his robes burned off, sort of weirded out at the sight of a naked Aryian, yet quickly realized what Aryian was doing as the Master's Force aura sharply rose well beyond what any normal person should ever be able to contain.

 

It was at that point that Aryian entered Damon's mind, projecting near twenty images of himself, and for Damon's benefit, they were all clothed, including giving him the hallucination that the original Aryian was also clothed. Normally, his armor would have covered him, acting as well as a catalyst and a well to focus and hold excess energy, but the Force that now coursed through Aryian was very raw, and very deadly. The twenty or so Aryians cracked their necks, each staring at Damon with a passion to end this duel, their way.

 

And as one, they all attacked, a flurry of lightsabers coming for Damon. He couldn't tell which one was the real Aryian, not by how they felt in the Force, their lightsabers would deflect on his own, and they all seemed to act independently. It was the one technique that Aryian had tested before, but never really used until now. Now it would prove its effectiveness, now Aryian would see just how far he could crank up the pressure on Damon.

[Ary the Grey]

((5))

 

Aryian, all of them, held their arms over their eyes, one or two holding their hands over their mouths as the light and noise stunned him to such a degree that his focus blurred at its peak, causing him to lose control over his own illusion. The Force cycle, however, he had perfected to the point to where it was easy in a normal environment to maintain, however in the chaotic one such as Damon gave him, it was the only thing he managed to focus on as the tidal wave of pure light whipped at him, ripping him from the calm ocean he had known as the Force. Sharp pains erupted in both his eyes and ears, as he felt a warm slick fluid begin to seep from both.

 

No...

 

As the effect faded, Aryian's sight and the sounds around him failed to return, just as he feared it would when it began. Damon's words only confirmed this, adding insult to injury in a fashion. But it was not over yet, not by a longshot. Aryian's physical senses were crippled, but the Force more than made up for it, Damon's aura clearly fixated in his mind, directly ahead of him. And with both of them impaired, there was no need for Aryian to summon up the illusion of clothes and waste energy and concentration. He calmed himself even more from the shock, allowing it to fade into the Force as if it never were.

 

You're kidding me...

 

And all of a sudden, Aryian's Force cycle went nuts. He had been holding back on Damon, not willing to risk mortality, but now it seemed just a little closer to him since he would need healing for his eardrums and eyes. The amount of raw energy inside Aryian multiplied itself quickly, reaching what it once was and nearly three times beyond it, nearing the limit Aryian had only reached one other time, as He dueled the Sith Master Darth Mortis Diabolus. It was the only way he managed to save his life, ironic in the sense that the technique was also very threatening to Aryian's life, a razor sharp double-edged sword.

 

Not like this...

 

Aryian pulled his arms away from his face, and had Damon been able to see, he would have seen the blood slowly dripping down his face from bloody eyes, and a small trail of blood coming out each of his ears. But it was clear that his focus was directly on Damon, such an attack was merely an annoyance to be dealt with later when Aryian licked his wounds. Damon's aura was strong, and for a moment, it had surpassed that of the Master, Aryian's normal aura, but with the Cycle, it was now clear that Aryian could effortlessly hold the high ground.

 

You are a strong fighter...

 

The man with the silver sabers was impressed. Damon had fought a good fight, but now was the time to end it. He didn't want to have to use this technique, but for Damon's own good, he made the descision, reaching into his vast well of power and thrusting his mind at Damon, entering it with little difficulty. Now, for both of them, the rules had changed dramatically, once again randomizing the sabacc cards they had been dealt to see which one had a pure sabacc. Damon was now trapped in his own mind with Aryian, struggling for dominance.

 

Aryian and Damon appeared in a white void, seemingly standing on nothing. Both were perfectly fine, each could see, hear, sense with the Force...all was as normal, save for where they were.

 

"Well, well, well...I must say, Damon, you underestimate yourself...you've given me quite a run for my credits. But now, it's game over. I'm going to win this little game, and nothing you can do will stop me."

 

Aryian's face was not as Damon remembered it, instead a large scar ran down his left cheek, a wound no doubt with quite a story behind it. But still, that was the least feature worth focusing on as pure rage, or to Damon, the appearance of, flowed through him, focusing energies forbidden to most Jedi.

 

He lashed out suddenly, the Force throttling him to the invisible floor in the eternally white abyss, pressing Damon's cheek into it as if it were nothing. It continued to press harder, making the pain and pressure constant.

 

"You think you've gained the upper hand? Think again."

 

Aryian grabbed him and whipped him up with the Force in one move, leaping to slash at him with two silver blades that somehow seemed to be stained with blackness...

 

((Yes, there's an explanation for all of it, and I almost expect you to ask me IC about much of what happened mentally when this is all over. Good duel, all I can do is sit back and relax, waiting for the Mod. Great duel, great duel. I seriously think you underestimate yourself a bit, all you really need to work on is sentence structure and flow, as well as varying your attacks to throw off your opponent. Otherwise, you get an A from me.))

[Ary the Grey]

((Well, in this event, considering what would happen when Aryian exited Damon's mind would probably cause him to go into a coma or something, I'm going to continue on with the original plotline, except that this was pretty much a draw, as I cannot make a win post on this thing. Anyways, awesome duel, Damon, maybe the next time we spar I won't be so lucky.

 

Also, I'm typing on a Mac keyboard, so if there's doubletapped letters, you'll know why...>.>))

 

Aryian's body slammed into the wall, causing him to crumple. His mind shut down as he lost control over the Force Cycle, not being able to end it properly. It was all he could do to thrust himself out of his body with the last ounce of Force energy he had left, his mind manifesting in a Force ghost a short distance away in the same crumpled position as his nude body. The act in itself was not so much a practiced thing rather than an instinctual act off desperation, and luckily for Aryian it worked.

 

Fortunately, he could see as well as hear, though the sensations were all different, strange, new. Never before had he experienced this, the majesstic freedom this offered, though honestly when he took a second to realize how it had happened, he resolved never to do it this way again.

 

He also hoped to God Damon could see him, as Aryian, though master that he was, was not at all familiar with this.

 

Damon...Damon, get up, it's over. Get some medical droids or something...we're both going to need patching up.

 

When Aryian's body went comatose like it was, the program linked to his implant quit working, allowing Damon's implant full functionality. It would be simple for him to summon medical droids with a whim of thought, something that needed doing very quickly.

 

Something else came to Aryian's thoughts, though not as important, on what to do with Damon. Technically, neither had won, so should Aryian grant Damon the title of Master? He would think on it, he reasoned, and would come to a descision after they were both treated medically...

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian spent several hours simply looking at the two men in the bacta tank, Damon...and himself. Overall, Aryian had sustained the major brunt of the injuries, and it showed. Thankfully, his major organs were unharmed in the skirmish, but he knew that several times it was an extreme possibility. They had been fighting with real lightsabers, though Aryian could have instantly toned his down to a mere training saber frequency had he expected to actually cut into Damon, he trusted the other enough to leave it on full power for the entirety of the duel. All in all...he did trust Damon.

 

When the time came, he calmly stepped back into his body in the only way that felt natural, his real eyes opening in the sticky fluid as once again his soul and body were one. It was still an uncertainty how he did that, and quite frankly, he did not want to repeat the experience without learning more about it from a more learned Master.

 

Damon was already out of his tank, drying off, waiting for Aryian. He floated to the top of his tank, using the mechanical equipment above the tank to haul himself out and onto the floor, big gobs of red sticky fluid gushing on the grated floor, collecting at the funnel below to be repurified and reused. He stood, spitting a few times, getting the crap out of his mouth. It was one thing to be cloned, but Aryian hated Bacta. It seemed too sticky and gross for it's own good. However, the few times he had actually needed a bacta tank, he had always come out feeling refreshed and a bit younger.

 

He grabbed a white robe from a rack nearby, covering himself and moving to a set of drawers near where Damon stood, pulling out some Jedi Robes and collecting his possessions. There wasn't much, only his two lightsabers and his comlink that had fallen out of the charred clothes in the arena.

 

It was only after he was dressed that he broke the silence, finally choosing to start talking to the other Jedi.

 

"Damon...you were very impressive in there...you caught me off guard several times, and in the end, rendered me combat ineffective. You yourself were also ineffective in the end, leading to a mutual draw, however, I believe I took more hits than I gave. You took my power and threw it right back in my face, something others would not find an easy thing to do."

 

He sat down on one of the benches in the room, leaning back and relaxing for a brief moment.

 

"Still, our agreement was that if you won, you'd pass your trials, if you lost, you wouldn't. Since it was a draw, I'm in a quandary. But since you impressed me with your skill, and because I think you are ready, I'm giving you the title of Master within the Jedi Order. Congratulations, Master Damon, you passed."

 

He reached down, feeling the twin cylinders in his pocket. He had several duplicates of the same sabers stored on his ship, in case some Sith decided to outright destroy them, however these were the ones he had fought with since before he was taken on as a Padawan, these had a connection to him no others could have, the crystals within the only physical remains of his parents, their souls having long ago left him.

 

"To commemorate this, I'd like you to have my lightsabers. I don't think I've ever dueled anyone else as worthy of them as you. I have more, but these...trust me, these are more valuable to me than the others. Take good care of them."

 

He fingered them for one more moment, almost regretting letting them go, however he knew this was a good thing, that it was the right thing. He locked the hilts together in a staff-saber style, handing the entire thing out to Damon.

 

"And I also trust you won't speak to anyone else about what you saw while we were...connected mentally. Worry not about me, I can take care of myself, like I always have."

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian looked down at his Comm, noticing the message from Nom was still there, but also that it was replied to.

 

"That blasted ship...it must have taken another one of my messages..."

 

He played the message, it was a short one, and it specifically intoned that Nom was looking to find Damon.

 

"Well, I suppose Master Nom is looking for you. Give him my regards when you see him..."

 

Aryian sighed, remembering old times. That was when he got the scar on his soul, was when Geki used him to try to assassinate Ara. Luckily, it was unsuccessful. But, even with Ara's sword, the darkness within him lingered. It wasn't something that bothered him, and he had learned to control his demons rather than outright kill them. They were as much a part of him as his arm was, or his leg, and he finally came to the conclusion long ago that he would only be killing a part of who he was.

 

"And honestly, Damon, you think I would talk about you?" It was here that Aryian afforded one of his youthful grins, "Now that would certainly be the pot calling the kettle black..."

 

It was kind of funny to Aryian as he realized he never knew where that phrase had come from, though common in the galaxy as it was.

 

"But, we both have stuff to do, you have a few new duties to tend to, and a few more freedoms to explore. Just know that if you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here for you, okay? Now with that said, I need to get back to Myrkr...whether you come back for the Special Ops training is now optional to you."

 

Aryian stood, walking out the door, hesitating one last time as he spoke again.

 

"And the next time we skirmish, you might not be so lucky. So...ah...keep on your toes. Who knows, you might actually be fighting side by side with me one day, and I wouldn't want to lose you to some scum Sith's blade."

 

And with that, Aryian continued on, making his way to his ship. He sat in the cockpit a long while, comtemplating and thinking about things, before finally warming the ship up and exiting the station, leaving for Myrkr once more.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's ship, much like Slicer's, goes zoom zoom ZOOOM!!

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian ship go zoom really really fast.

[Ary the Grey]

As the Shadow Station zipped through space, the Organic occupants were relaxing in the command center, simply conversing and exchanging stories about memories. However, things were vastly different for the electronic components the station was used to. In the Armor lab, especially. Two unique items were being produced. The twelve multitooled robotic arms the lab had to work on things precisely moved with a machine preciseness and haste, working on one of the most advanced pieces of technology the galaxy had ever seen, all thanks to the Blur's exposure to the server ship. Not even Aryian knew that his ship had silently been maintaining updates from the server, 'talking' with it and exchanging ideas, evolving on it's own, developing new 'ideas' and 'thoughts' and 'concepts'. It knew, roughly, matters and things it technically shouldn't. Life, death, morals, it even had primitively begun to feel emotions. But as it was, it knew it wouldn't be able to fully experience life for itself.

 

The first object was something far more simpler than the other, it was a large armored suit, roughly fifteen feet tall, a rough cockpit located in the chest, which opened up for the user to stand in. The thing had a direct uplink to a specific wavelength which interacted with the implants, causing the pilot to use the armor as one would normally use their body, reaction time of course coming into play. With the neural net optimized, the pilot could reach reaction speeds at 100%, but that was only if the entire brain was temporarily completely integrated with the suit's systems. External sensors would work as extra eyes and other senses, while the pilot would also be able to see through a portion of the chest, which was triple layered with two sheets of thick plasteel and a energy shield in between them. The weapons brought up from Ilum were also attached to it, the wrists had dual laser canon emplacements above two lightsabers each welded right into the durasteel, wired back towards the main control unit for activation. On the shoulders, retractable mini missile launchers, and on the ankles and back jumpjet/repulsor units for free motion in space. The exhaust vents were grilled with a special alloy to prevent explosives from being hurled up inside it. On the upper arms, two shield emitters, dual layering to better protect the thing. Inside the durasteel were several Ilum crystals, waiting to pick up on the Force energy of the first force sensitive person to use it. These would specifically trace in on that pattern, bonding to that person and not only amplifying their aura, but also allowing increased control of the suit through the Force. It had layers of armor above that, the very special resources found on Ilum and those kept on the Shadow station. The first layer was that of a special durasteel alloy, tougher than the normal kind and able to take far more punishment than the normal kind as well as protecting from EMP blasts, the layer above that would be of pure cortosis. The inside was heatproof and shockproof, meant to totally protect the pilot in any situation.

 

After the construction would have gotten that far, it would halt. The station had enough phrik to fully encase the suit, but only just. It needed a final confirmation code, which the Blur set to work hacking in order to use it.

 

The next item that was made was not armored at all. At least not much...the inner layering had a thin durasteel layer along with a cortosis one, but these were fairly thin, so as not to hamper motion. Besides, the synthflesh on the outside of the thing needed to look natural. It was a replica droid the station was building, however this droid would be vastly different, instead of a normal CPU and main drive, the Blur had managed to develop a kind of neural net. It was this alone that took the most work to create, and nanotechnology was a must to build most of the incredibly tiny pathways made of superconductive material. It took several hours to make, yet once it was finished, the Blur made a direct copy of it's conscious AI into it, awaiting the construction of the rest of the droid so it could activate. It's face looked strangely familiar...an extrapolated version of a man aged approximately twenty years based on the combined DNA patterns of one Aryian Darkfire and one Armiena Draygo.

 

 

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I mean...uhh...Station go zoom?

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian and Damon shoot through hyperspace in cool E-wings.