Myrkr

[Bad karma]

Mrakhh: Adenn posted the Mercs all watching the artifact, so while I'll allow you sneaking up on one while he was watching it I'm going to have to say digging it up, being flashed with a flash grenade, and then running away all before five men (Four NPC's and Adenn, to be clear) were watching that very spot is not plausible.

 

Flash grenades are not only meant to blind, but disorientate so I am going to say that you are still at the site of where you dug up the artifact, it in hand and you disorientated from the trap with them in the trees. It's Adenn's post.

[Adenn Galaar]

Adenn smiled as his helmet view dimmed considerably as the flash detonator went off. The Torgorian had fallen for his trap, now it was time to move in for the capture. He made sure that all of his blasters and the various array of weapons he had with him were set to not kill the beast, just wound him enough for Adenn to contain him, as well as were the mercs. He dropped for his tree in tandem with the other four men still left.

 

Weapons began blazing at the confused and disrayed beast. If he could escape this attack, he truly was skilled. The mercs had disperssed into a circle around the central tree, allowing them to surround the monster in order to contain it. All weapons firing, they began to close in.

 

((3-post modded duel. You'll start it out with your next post, then I'll have three to end the duel. Good Luck.))

[Hawker]

Mrakhh stood there, his sight as well as his sense of direction had been shocked. He was confused and misdirected. He could feel the stun bolts burning on his fur. He had been tricked, terribly.

 

How could Mrakhh of been so stupid!

 

He felt like just giving up and falling over or running away. But both of those options would be submitting and accepting a loss. Mrakhh remembered last time he had lost. It had been by a small girl, who had removed the Togorian's head and put it on a pole as a trophy. Mrakhh, enraged at the memory, blindly launched himself at one of the sources of blaster bullets.

 

When he reached the man, Mrakhh lifted the man up out of anger and snapped his spine over the Togorian's leg, permantly disabling him if not killing him. Mrakhh's sight began to return, he could see four more men, one of them in mandolorian armor. He would fight the mandolorian after the others, to saving the best kill for last.

 

Mrakhh sprinted at another man, who was spraying stun bolt's at mrakhh. Though the blaster bolt's were weakening mrakhh, his adreniline kept him strong and aware. His sight became more clear by the minute. Once Mrakhh reached his target he lifted the human up and threw him into another one of his comrads. The both colided and crashed into a tree, both uncouncience but far from dead.

 

Mrakhh spun quickly and threw a sc'rath at the last minion standing. The trusty dagger scored a hit to the man's heart, killing him before he hit the floor. Finally, tired and worn, Mrakhh turned towards the Mandolorian. The large hunter was tired, too tired to fight a well trained Mandolorian that was not even slighty worn.

 

Mrakhh drew his dagger out. He was a Togorian, both stronger and more skillful as a hunter then the man in front of him. Not only was Mrakhh a Togorian, but he was a Jedi trainee, soon to be trained by one of the most respected Jedi in the order. He would not let Master Darkfire down and he would not let himself down.

 

Consider this a wedding gift, master...

 

Mrakhh launched himself at the mandolorain, tired and hurt, but with a Togorian passion that no human could match.

 

(1)

[Adenn Galaar]

Adenn was amazed as he saw how quickly the Togorian moved at amazing speeds for someone who had just been stunned by a flash detonator, as well as shot by numerous stun bolts. Adenn would have been amazingly suprised if something the size of a wookiee had been able to withstand the amount of energy that this savage beast had sustained, and yet was still able to move at the speeds that Adenn wouldn't have thought possible.

 

Maybe Jedi deserve more respect than I have given them in the past.

 

He quickly switched his blaster from stun to high power bolt without missing a beat. Now instead of the light blue bolts erupting from the carbine, red hot blasts flamed out. He smiled behind his masked face. There was no way that this beast could last long enough to get Adenn down. Soon enough, one of the bolts caught the beast in the shoulder, slowing him down, and evicting a howl of rage from him, and a broader grin from Adenn.

 

Maybe not...

 

Adenn ran forward while the animal was still in shock from being shot. The adrinaline running through his body had obviuolsy lessened the pain, but that didn't stop pain from running through his body. He jumped and kicked out, using his booted metal foot to send the torgorian flipping backwards onto his back. Taking advantage of this momentary lapse in the onslaught, Adenn ran to his two still alive men slumped against a tree. He shook them awake and as they opened their eyes he saw a look of fear on their faces. They quickly stood up and moved away quickly, as fast as their legs would carry them.

 

Adenn began his spin to face his adversary just as a heavy forearm crashed into the side of his helmet, putting a massive arm sized dent into his newly polished head piece. He felt the oncoming of a massive headache, causing him to become slightly disorriented. He drug himself to his feet to see the beast once more rushing towards him. This time, the torgarian tackled him to the ground before he could react. He could hear one of his ribs crack as he plummeted into the ground.

 

He wrestled to flip the animal over onto his back in order to gain the advantage. He began to gain momentum while he was attempting to keep his opponent from cutting a slash through his jugular. When he began to feel confident he put all his strength into turning over and was rewarded as he ended up on top. He punched the torgorian in the face in order to startle the beast and allow Adenn to trigger his jetpack and rise up close to ten feet in the air. He aimed his wrist at the beast still on the ground and activated his flamethrower. If the Jedi hopeful could escape this he truly was a worthy opponent.

 

((1))

[Hawker]

Pain. Pain is what you had to experience to be successful. Pain was an object that no man could avoid in life. Pain was what Mrakhh was going through right now. Pain that would make most men cry. But pain was Mrakhh's friend. He had experienced pain far too many times to let it stop him now. But, of course every man, including Mrakhh, had his limits to how much pain he could go through. Mrakhh was almost to that limit.

 

He had been shot, punched, and fried. The three were a horribly painful combination. But if it was the price for success, Mrakhh would take it. The Togorian, still being cooked alive, struggled to get himself out of the way of the flamethrower. When his attempt failed, he simply drew one of his vibro-blades, with his working right arm, and chucked it at the mandolorian who was still floating in the air. It seemed that the force was with Mrakhh. He had scored a hit.

 

While the flailing mandolorian came in for a rough landing, Mrakhh realized that he had scored a hit on the mandolorian's chest. Sadly, it didn't pierce the mandolorian ore, the vibro-blade had only set the mandolorian off balance. When the skilled mercenary landed, with a surprising amount of elegance, Mrakhh took off toward him. He had faith in himself that he could defeat the scum, but now Mrakhh was more then just in pain, he was tired. He was being worn down slowly.

 

Shev”¦

When Mrakhh reached the skilled man, he grabbed his remaining vibro-blade and swiped it at the man three times. The mandolorian avoided the attempted cuts and seemed ready to dodge any other attack. Frustrated with how quick the Mandolorian was, Mrakhh decided just to fight him in the old fashion way, with brute force. He tackled the mandolorian and then tore his helmet off.

 

”œWho hired you to capture me!?”

[Adenn Galaar]

Adenn was astonished as his helmet came sliding off. Most sensible beings knew that taking off a Mandolorian's helmet was considered a death wish. Apparently this one didn't understand that concept. He saw his prized helmet flying off into the forest with a gleam. He growled with rage as the beast began speaking.

 

"Who hired you to capture me?"

 

Adenn began to smile as his adversary stomped on his rib cage, breaking numerous bones that would obviously need to tended to...after he finsihed with this galactic trash. Why this monster would ask him a question he intended to answer, then crush his rib cage before getting his answer was beyond him, but he wasn't too worried about that right now. Getting his breath back, and letting his adrenaline deal with the pain he was feeling in his stomach, he answered.

 

"Nobody hired me..." he wheezed, "I'm doing this for honor, and fun, if you want to call it that. Its plausible that you might defeat me today, but hear my words, Force users will fall. There is nothing you can do to stop this. Even if you manage to beat me here more will follow. I can promise you that."

 

He quickly brought himself to his feet and stumbled slightly as his rib cage collapsed. He gripped his stomach to ease the pain and nodded in a small gesture. While Mrakhh had been busy with Adenn, the two guards that had been woken had moved into an attack position behind him. They moved simultaneously, as one unit, using vibroblades to seperate several fingers from both of the hands, causing him to drop his remaining vibroblade.

 

It was kicked into a tree and was then shot, melting it down, leaving him weaponless. What he didn't know was that though many human's lacked passion, Mandolorian's weren't human. There was a saying Adenn was fond of: Verd ori'shya beskar'gam, meaning "A warrior is more than his armor." If losing his helmet caused him to lose this duel, he wasn't deserving of winning.

 

Adenn leveled his twin slug throwers at the torgorian's chest. "Are you ready to give up yet?"

 

((2))

[Hawker]

"Nobody hired me... I'm doing this for honor, and fun, if you want to call it that. Its plausible that you might defeat me today, but hear my words, Force users will fall. There is nothing you can do to stop this. Even if you manage to beat me here more will follow. I can promise you that."

 

Mrakhh, now on the ground, without fingers or any sort of advantaged, considered the words of the Mandolorian. The human warrior was wrong of course. Even though Force users may fall, the force would never leave. Mrakhh knew enough to see that the force is what binds everything together, what defines good and evil, and keeps everything from falling apart.

 

”

[Adenn Galaar]

It was never good to be close to a Mandolorian that you had insulted, especially one that already wanted you dead in the first place. Apparently this torgarian didn't understand that. All helmet, no head? There was plenty of reason and logic behind his attack on the monster. Force-users had screwed him over one to many times, and now it was pay back time.

 

As his opponent attempted to strangle him the the stubs of his hands, which was very unsucessful due to the lack of fingers, Adenn grabbed his arms and shot his response back.

 

"Force Users have no honor at all. They fight for something they cannot see, dirty wizards. They have screwed me over one to many times and now they will pay, all of them. There was plenty of motive behind what has transpired here today, whether you choose to see it or not."

 

Adenn flipped the pair over, landing him on top, giving him the better vantage point. He slowly but surely forced his hands down and around the creatures throat, cutting off his lungs from the oxygen they required, and was suddenly thrown back by two extremly powerful legs that he had forgotten about. He flew throiugh the air and heard a thud as his back collided with a tree. He yelped in pain and winced as he stood back up.

 

He made a quick movement and three long blades shot forth from his armor on both wrists, extending his reach about another foot, which could win him the battle. He rushed forward, not caring about the powered weapons he had left, focusing solely on winning, and doing so without the need of guns or blasters. It was personal now. This uncultured prat had no respect for the Mandolorian culture, taking off his helmet and such, and for that he would pay. His arms shot out, catching flesh, drawing red stripes down a forest of brown hair. A satisfying howl of rage escaped his opposite, causing a smile.

 

He quickly leapt over the other and before he coudl turn around he activated his flamethrower, but not at the Jedi wannabe like some would have expected, but at the forest surrounding them. As the flames caught on to the forest, smoke began to rise and the greenery was set ablaze. The intense heat in the battle zone would drain his already severly injured opponent more quickly than it would the mando, as his suit was temperature controlled.

 

A ring of fire spread around them quickly, sealing off any escape route, except for up. His jetpack was the key to survival. He could carry himself, a possibly his oppnent over the deadly flames, but he doubted it would last that long. He drew his blaster and set it on stun high.

 

"If you choose to surrender there is a possiblity that you will live. If you choose to fight, you will die."

 

((3- PMing a mod now. Good duel, good luck.))

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

On Adenn Galaar vs. Hawker, the winner: Adenn. Good fight, and keep up the good posting.

[Adenn Galaar]

Adenn smiled, not waiting for a response, and moved towards his opponent as quickly as he could. He fired his weapon, catching him straight in the chest, sending him down to the burning floor. He picked up the limp form and ran towards his helmet. He grabbed it and placed it on his head before firing up his jetpack and riding it over towards the flames. He landed behind them and ran towards his ship. He threw the monster in a cage he kept there, ysalmari enforced, and locked it completly. There was no way the torgarian could have escaped. Now it was time to send the message to Darkfire.

[Adenn Galaar]

((Legal Three Day))

 

Adenn nodded to himself as he sent the message. He walked into his ship and looked at the beast in the cage. He smiled and walked over to begin rigging the lock. An small explosive was placed in the padlock. It would take at least ten minutes for anyone to unrig it, and by that time Adenn would have killed them. His plan was formulating perfectly. The cage was done, and soon enough it would be suspended in the trees of Kashyyyk.

[Survivor's Foundation]

The white, dagger-like hull of a Victory-class Star Destroyer appeared over Myrkr, and the Survivor's Foundation vessel Organa began to signal to any hidden bases on the surface, through both conventional and cruder methods, that it came in peace. Its purpose was a personal errand on the behalf of the Foundation, not to spark a shooting war.

 

It began to disgorge its squadron of shuttles, dispatching a team of its heavily armored security personnel and more specialized crew for the purpose of harvesting ysalamiri from the surface.

[Idarah]

(I know this is supposed to be about a day long process, but I am unsure if someone needs to tell my I harvest one ysalamari and/or get attacked by vornskyrs, or if I am supposed to do it myself...)

 

Idejjen's ship - which for some reason had no name, was ambeled rather unsteadily to the surface of the planet Myrkyr, because just as luck would have it - Idejjen managed to transform right before the non-force barrier was crossed, and right when the autopilot went out... so not wanting to crash, Idejjen now had to maneuver his rancor body to do humanoid tasks... which, although it had Idejjen's brain and instincts as well as size, it was still not humanoid... and the ship crashed...

 

-= 10 minutes later =-

 

Idejjen woke up from his rather short little period of unconciousness and scanned the ship for any serious damage... which was kind of hard with a rancor's body, because he could not really type on a computer as well...

 

...but after an hour or so of tooling he realized that the ship wasn't that damaged - the engine was nominal, and all the vital parts were still there... there was just a serious dent in the chassis - because they were relatively close to the planet when it started its downward course, and Idejjen did manage to manuever it rather sketchily to a safe-ish landing... and although with Idejjen's size it didn't look like he'd be getting back in it quickly, Idejjen called it good...

 

...The ysalamari hunting gear had also survived... not like he could really use it in his current state, but he had to try because it was the only way he would be able to stand in public without having to transform every 30 minutes like a freak of nature... like it would really change his reputation much...

 

...He really would have liked to transform right now, but seeing as how this planet had large areas that prevented passage of the force and Idejjen had landed smack dab in the middle of one - the possibility of that happening was dimming rapidly - interestingly enough, it seemed as if there where bases on this planet as well; funny thing that the ship would land in the middle of no where leaving him stranded; as opposed to dropping him somewhere where he could have possibly gotten some help...

 

so, seeing no other alternative, Idejjen set off with what equipment he could carry in order to find the ysalamari creatures and acquire one...

[Idarah]

((this double post has been approved by KVC))

 

so idejjen, although he was still trapped within his rancor like state, managed to easily come across what he was looking for... ok, so it wasn't that easy because it ended up taking him about a week to do it, but when Idejjen's Rancor form finally spotted a ysalamari it wasn't long before Idejjen had managed to wrangle it into the little device he had brought with him to store the little bugger... Then however came the arduous task of trying to trek back to the ship when he didn't know where it was... Brilliant Idejjen thought to himself...

 

Well, it took him, again, a few more days to stumble upon a scent that led him to his ship... Nothing really big happened, but Idejjen tried thinking to himself that something bad was going to happen because he wasn't going to be able to get away Scott free with this thing... plus he didn't want to Jinx himself.... Yet, rather routinely - although it was still rather difficult with his Rancor fingers and appendages - Idejjen put his ship upright again and managed to get it right back into space auto piloting himself to the Link Casino.. Here's hoping Zara doesn't mind a rancor surprise... even if the Rancor is Idejjen's size....

[Moon Knight]

The craft belonging to ShadowFett, who was the Moon Knight, exited hyperspace over the Forceless world of Myrkr. There it waited, entering a slow orbit, until Fett's associates could join him. This had better not take long, he thought. The more time we waste in this fashion, the more time is lost in the war against the Arach'tar.

 

Holoreports were starting to come in, probably originating from the Empire, that the Arach'tar had shown up at Ilum, where the Empire was skirmishing with the Alliance. What a pathetic galaxy, he thought. The Empire can't even suspend its war with the Alliance until the most dangerous force the galaxy has ever seen has been dealt with.

 

More interesting were the reports that Carida's sun was going supernova...the Arach'tar had struck again with Centerpoint, it seemed, and billions of more lives had been lost. He didn't care about the lives, but he definately wanted to see the Arach'tar gone. Don't mess with my galaxy.

[Menthu]

He had decided that he would fly the ship, if only to give him something to think about besides his loss at this man's hands. He like many other beings in the galaxy, hated to lose, much less lose in such in such a manner, by being just that much out matched.

 

He raised an eyebrow as the planet came into view. Something about this place always freaked him out. He had been here before, that much was sure, and last time he was better armed for what ever was down there.

 

Figuring that anyplace on the planet was a good spot to land, he picked a sector at random and looked for a decent landing point. Finding a clear landing area, he set the shuttle down with the ease of an experienced pilot.

 

"You wouldn't happen to have a blaster? You ruined my last one."

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar shook his head. "You won't be needing a blaster," he said, pulling his lightsaber off his belt. He relished the way he was cut off from the Force when he came here, rather than panicked by it. It was definately a little disorienting--the senses of a trained Force user were at least 70% Force-related and only 30% mundane.

 

But facing discomfort was the only way to improve. How could one expect to win any battle if he could not fight with or without the Force? He was a Serpent Master, not a mere Jedi or Sith, who would be helpless in a situation like this.

 

"Let's go," he said. "It won't take long to find some vornskrs."

[Menthu]

((Sorry for my unexplained absence, I kind of forgot...))

 

 

"You want to find vornskrs? Those are some nasty beasts, I ran into a few before."

 

He stood up and opened the ramp to walk aronud. For all intents and purposes he was disarmed. He couldn't find his knife, and his blaster had been destroyed. That only left that useless lightsaber he carried around.

 

"Were do you want to begin the search."

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar took a good look at his surroundings, searching for any hint that Vornskrs had been around this location. He wasn't much of a tracker, and had begun his Sith training when he had been young and inexperienced. Over the years since he had become a Sith, trained another, then rebelled against their teachings and became a Serpent, he had picked up a few useful skills, but chief among those was killing Jedi. He had killed several Jedi.

 

He had killed Sith before, too. During the trans-dimensional and trans-galactic tournament he and Moric had nearly won. Sith that inhabited this very galaxy. Perhaps he would meet them again. Perhaps not.

 

Presently, however, he was looking for vornskrs, whom he had not fought before. He had studied them a little, knew about their tails and teeth, and knew that a great challenge awaited him. But that was the idea. He--and the apprentice--would be forced to fight a difficult battle without the Force.

 

"This way," he decided, heading off into the forest, revelling in the lack of Force contact. It was a curious thing, being without the energy field that powered one's entire life. It was like losing an arm, but finding that you could still operate without it. Or it was like removing a helmet that had provided you with 360 degree vision, macrobinoculars, infrared vision, and several HUDs for a long period of time.

 

It was more pure and gave one a tremendous sense of self.

 

The direction he chose was random, but the purpose in his stride made it seem that he had discerned the presence of vornskrs in that direction. They were all over the planet, and they had an uncanny way of finding Force users even on a world where the Force was suppressed.

 

Xentar pulled his lightsaber off his belt and crouched when he heard a bit of movement in the brush. "The first one's mine," he said, picking out the dark shape of one of the beasts, slowly circling them. With a good look, he spotted two or three more--they were pack hunters. "Use a knife or a lightsaber--it doesn't matter. But you must find that you can fight even without the Force. Do not make it a crutch.

 

"I will show you," he said. He then leapt to his feet and activated his crimson lightsaber. The nearest vornskr didn't hesitate to take the bait and it came bounding towards him. Xentar studied its movements, watched for the telltale shift of muscle mass that would tell him that the beast would leap.

 

He saw it and dropped to the ground as the animal leapt at him. As it was passing over him, he took a swing up at it and it took a swing down at him with its powerful tail. The two met and the tail fell to the ground. The vornskr shrieked and Xentar leapt after it, slashing wide and cleaving the thing's jaw in two, fearless in his pursuit because of the lost tail and its significance in a vornskr's aggression.

 

The beast fell and Xentar looked at the others, still circling, as if daring them to be next. He then glanced at the apprentice. "Your turn."

[Menthu]

He took a look at the oack that seemed to be encircling them in an attempt to trap them. They seemed to eye their captives warily as an example of a reckless attack laid as a cooling corpse for all to see.

Procs also gave them a wary eye. He was no fool, nor did he have any particular desire to fight against these creatures. Especially given his lack of a blaster or even a slug thrower.

He tried to calm the rising panic that seemed to appear in a man when outnumbered by vicious beasts.

 

At least here, he won't read me like some sort of book.

 

His eyes tracked the liquid shadows in their natural element. The creatures were powerfully built yet had the look of hunger upon them. As if they were starved really. A sudden blur from his left took away any introverted thoughts he may have had about the situation.

 

What and attack from my left!

 

He neatly sidestepped the attack, before develering a quick side kick catching the beast in the ribcage as it flew past. Knocked aside it were, it was still relentless as it came for him again. The full body charge wasn't enough to fully distracted him from his surroundings. He was fully prepared when the second beats exploded from the underbrush. Like a coordinated team they flew at him. He however, was ready already engaged in thsi deadly dance he moved like the practiced master of his craft. Sidestepping the full body charge while driving his elbow into the spine of the second creature as it flew past.

 

He doubted he would have had time to reach for a weapon as they came at him again just as relentless as ever. Bringing his knee up to slam into one of their throats, he was suprised to find it only a feint, with out warning the second beast was upon him biting and slashing at what ever exposed area it could find.

 

Falling to the ground he held off it's jaws of death with his forearm as he groped around for some sort of object to put in the creature's mouth. Perhaps if that had been all he needed to worry about he would have managed, yet he soon found himself trying to keep the other one at bay through a series of kicks, as it tried to take nips at him while he was struggling. With an enraged cry he threw the first creature off of him and an in instant leapt at it, tackling it to the ground by jumping on it's back. A sudden snap hiss was heard as he actived the lightsaber and with a swing removed the creature's head. Rolling off the carcaas, he narrowly avoided being torn to shreads as the partner floated past as if in slow motion. He reversed his holding of the saber in one fluid motion and took the leg off the creature.

 

With a wet thump the leg hit the dry jungle floor as the creature seemed confused and off balance. Thinking the battle won

Procs let his guard down long enough and suddenly he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. Tackled to the ground, he lost the saber as it went spinnning off into the jungle underbush, still burning brightly. Blood gushed from the wound as he let out a cry of both suprised and pain. The claws digging into his back as the creature tried to brace itself for better support.

 

A third one...

 

Had he lost? Through an effort of determination he decided he wouldn't let his life end at the teeth of this creature, groping about he grabbed onto a decent sized rock and proceded to bash the creature off of him in what ever fashion he could. With a sudden yelp the teeth exited his body. given this sudden freedom, he rolled over and onto his feet. Rock in hand he spided his the saber laying a ways off, as well as the now three legged creature closer to it than he. With the mark of a man filled with desperation, he tossed the rock at the thrid creature. Yet it was fast, doging the rock it tackled him in a flurry of fur and teeth. Procs grabed what ever was at hand and began to stuff the creature's mouth with any manner of objects he could find. Slowly the creature began to chocke as various rocks and sticks found their way into its mouth. With a visible effort he threw the creature off of him. Rolling to his feet he kicked the gaging creature in the throat. Picking the severed leg of one of the creaters he proceeded to use it as a makeshift club until the creature laid still.

 

Anger burning brightly in his eyes, he kicked it again before turning his full attention on the only remaining creature left. With a kind of primal roar he forgot who or what could be watching and simply leapt at the beast. Shoulder tackling it, he rolled off the wounded animal and picked up the lightsaber. Then with what remembled glee, he hacked the offending creature to pieces.

 

The silence that followed was only broken by his labored breathing. Switching the saber off, he clipped it onto his belt and then leaned against a tree.

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar Kentam stood off the side of what had been a dramatic fight, leaning up against a tree, lightsaber unlit but in hand, posed like a spectator watching something as docile as an executive meeting for a corporate firm. "See?" he said. "You can do it."

 

He gave a slight sideways shove with his arm to get himself fully upright again, then took a couple meandering steps towards the apprentice. "This is how a Serpent Lord fights," he said. "The Force grants us something great with which to better enact its will. Most of the time, however, it's a passive thing--precognition, intuition, reflex. We fight with our own skill, and the Force fights with us."

 

Not apparently noticing the deep bite wound on the apprentice's shoulder, Xentar started walking deeper into the forest, expecting the other man to follow him. "Now tell me. What would you have done differently were you able to touch the Force on this world?"

[darth shadowlord]

Draken's ship came out of hyperspace over Myrkr. As his ship approached the planet, what had happened in Cardia came over the holonet reciever in his ship. He reached out with the Force (he was still far enough away from the planet to access the force) and let the feelings of pain and death reach to him and fill him up. He removed his shadowfire daggers and pressed a small button under his console.

 

Two compartments on either side of his seat opened up, revealing two black slugthrower pistols. He smiled and strapped both of them on, then guided his ship into a standard orbit around the planet. Now he would wait to see who was here.

[Menthu]

Taking a deep breath he pushed himself up and away from the tree. As he followed his master he slowly but surley pulled together a bandage of sorts using the v arious leaves and materials around him, all the while musing over the question.

 

Finally with the bleeding stopped he felt he could deliver an answer.

"I doubt I would have done anything different, save being bitten. The force offers me things such as faster reflexes and precognition but, in a sense a person with out the force can gain abilities similar to these through guess work. What a Jedi may know for sure will happen by seeing a tad bit into the future and thus act accordiningly another person could guess at and achieve the same sucess rate simply by being intune with their surroundings."

 

He paused and raised an eyebrow.

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar nodded his bald head, a sage motion for someone as large and intimidating as he. "Indeed," he said. "The true secret to unlocking your strength as a Serpent is to understand what you are coming across now. The Force is an aid, a boost, a boon, a grace. It is the wielder that is strong, and the Force is his intuition, the sculpter and finisher of the product of his hard work."

 

He stopped walking and turned to face his apprentice. "It is also all that gives us guidance. Anyone can be a warrior, if they work hard enough. But a warrior that unlocks the secrets of the Dark Side of the Force is something different. As such, we stand for things greater than your typical warrior," he explained. "We stand for an ideal that is conventionally difficult to achieve with purpose--chaos. Anyone can make chaos for the sake of it--the common terrorist does nothing better.

 

"But the reason we serve the Force is because it is our grace, and because of that we have risen above the horde. The Force is balance, and the Jedi and Sith are order. We are the remainder, as few of us as there are."

 

Xentar then dropped into a half-crouch and brought his fists up. "Think of these things and fight me fist-to-fist," he instructed, then didn't hesitate to throw the first punch, an attack to the jaw that he pulled just enough to be able to recover if he missed.

[Menthu]

Procs refrained from wincing as he walkedif only becauseit gave him somthing else to focus on besides the fact there could be more of those creatures looking for him.

 

Kind of like a school boy he listened while 'gazing' outthe window or in this case searching his surroundings. Which is why the first punch caught him off guard.

 

It was a sucker punch and as his head snapped back he back pedaled a few steps in order to avoid any follow up blows. Like a smoldering fire that is given a great gust of wind, he exploded inside with rage. This man kept trying to get him killed.

 

He made what look like a blind shoulder charge tucking his arms as if he was holding a football. Yet at the last moment before impact he jabbed his elbow upward to attack his master's diaphram.

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar enjoyed the satisfying crack as his blow hit, although he was slightly disappointed that the apprentice hadn't prepared himself for it and evaded it successfully. He watched the apprentice's face contort slightly in rage and enjoyed that, too. Anger was important to a Serpent, though not nearly as useful when he didn't have the Force to draw upon, focusing those malevolent energies.

 

When the counter-attack came, he twisted to minimize impact, but only succeeded in partially deflecting the blow. The pain stuck with him for several seconds as he finished the spin and struck out with a kick, which wasn't quite accurate enough to strike the apprentice but sufficient to get him to move.

 

Thinking ahead, Xentar threw another punch where the apprentice would end up. "You're faster than this."

[Menthu]

((Yea sorry got caught up in something. I'll try to keep my inactivity down.))

 

His eyes tracked the movement as his mind moved at what seemed like instantaneous speed. He had spent far too long fighting bare-knuckled to let himself be taking own by a single blow. While he hated close quarters fighting, despised it in ways some people wouldn't even fathom, he was actually quite skilled in it. More so than most people realized.

 

He saw the kick coming from his and his body moved accordingly moving away and to the right away from the blow. Distancing himself away from a decent counter attack, he was able to shunt the incoming fist to the side and step inside of his Master's guard.

 

He wasn't one for talking when fighting, much more preferring to kill who ever stood in his way and then muse about it over a beer or two, something that a lot of Sith that he had observed didn't do. Instead of musing on this however, he delivered a straight-armed punch meant to catch his master between the ribs.

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar almost said "good" when the apprentice stepped past his attacks and delivered an excellent attack, but the word turned into a wheeze as the air was shunted out of his lungs. He took the hit hard and stumbled back a step, winded and tasting a little blood in the back of his throat. Anger jumped up inside him--he was aware of it and embraced it.

 

He struck immediately--too quickly to have just taken a hit like the one he did. Most would have felt the anger and made their hit retaliatory, but Xentar channeled his anger and used the surge of adrenaline that accompanied anger to make his counter-attack a thing of perfection. He felt his apprentice's facial skin form around his hand as he planted a devestating strike on the man's jaw.

 

The apprentice fell, probably losing a tooth or two, or perhaps even having received a fractured jaw. He hit the ground heavily, then Xentar spit out a little blood. "Good," he finally managed. He didn't know if his apprentice was still conscious, so he simply said, "We're done here." If the man got up, they would leave. If he didn't, Xentar would need to carry him.

[Menthu]

The brief amount of satisfaction he had gotten from delivering his blow was rather short lived. Instead it was replaced with an exploding pain as the man reacted faster than anyone should have given the blow he had delivered.

 

Sometimes on holonet dramas a person takes a blow and ended up spinning. It was the same here. The force of the blow was so great that it overpowered Procs's attempt to roll with it and ended up flooring him where he stood. Dropping like a stack of bricks he tasted blood in his mouth.

 

I am going to kill him.

 

The world however began to go dark and only with any real effort was he able to keep the light in his eyes.

 

What does he mean we are done here?

 

He made a quick self check as he laid on the ground.

 

Shoulder bite, exhaustion from fightning those three creatures, what could be a broken jaw. Still good to go.

 

He summoned his strength and leapt to his feet. It hurt to talk like the dickens so he limited his wording.

"Done when dead."

Then he mistakenly threw a punch with his damaged arm aiming for the man's nose.

[Xentar Kentam]

Xentar was decidedly caught off-guard. He hadn't expected the apprentice to be foolish enough to continue to attack him. It was slightly disappointing to see his wishes ignored, but encouraging to see that the apprentice had a lot of hate and a lot of drive. That he could overcome his obvious pain and strike again spoke of his discipline, though lashing out in vengeance spoke against it.

 

The Serpent Master's dodge was a little late, and he took the hit a little harder than he wanted to. He felt cartilidge pop in his nose and figured maybe it was broken. He dropped himself into a low defensive stance and ducked the next attack that came, then deftly whipped his lightsaber off his belt and pushed it into the apprentice's gut.

 

"Very well," he said, then activated the weapon. Being sure not to spare the apprentice's life, he dragged the blade up through the man's heart and continued to trace it upwards until it exited via the shoulder. It was a cut that he had killed with before; last time, it had been against a Jedi apprentice.

 

Deactivating the blade, Xentar grabbed the apprentice's lightsaber and other gear, then trekked back to the shuttle. Moments later, he had left Myrkr and its Force-less environment behind and was drinking in Dark Side energy, already using it to help heal his wounds.

 

A minute after that and he was in hyperspace, heading back to Chandrila.