Mimban

[Eas-San Fenrir]

Pyre meets the eyes of Sly, immediately glaring at him as if he killed his family or took some possession that he held close to his heart. Bishop is seen out of his peripheral vision in the background, unmoving, just watching the situation unfold.

 

Did he summon Sly? Aren't they enemies? S--- you're screwed

 

"Well you haven't changed at all...," Pyre says to Sly, "...still the same aging hermit as before."

 

The light saber catches Pyre's eyes like some boy with ADD. He eyes it up and down as he continues to speak.

 

"One doesn't fall to darkness...They ascend to it."

 

Trying to catch Sly by surprise, though he knew it was impossible in his mind, Pyre quickly throws a hard right punch right in to Sly's stomach. It hits! He expected the Jedi to dodge and comeback with some counter attack but his punch lands. Pyre begins to grin as he looks up to the Master Prophet's face.

 

Pyre's eyes grow wide as he looks in to the eyes of the Jedi staring back at him, like Pyre was some delinquent 4 year old. Sly stood completely erect with no indication of pain or any reaction to the punch at all. The Sith apprentice looks to the side at the unmoving glowing sword, with his fist still planted on Sly's stomach, and then jumps back to assume a fighting stance.

 

"Well let's hurry and get this over with..." Pyre exlaims, still with a tone of confidence, "...and get out your other light saber. I don't want to fight you knowing your holding back..."

[Master Prophet]

C ocking his head to the side a bit, squinting his eyes in disgust, Sly speaks, "Since when do you tell me what to do... Boy." he says with a semi twisted tone.

 

De-activating his saber as he speaks, Sly tosses the saber to the side, letting it slam against the ground, creating a massive thud.

 

"... Besides, if you want me to hold nothing back... and you want a truly good fight..." Sly pauses a moment, raising his hands infront of him, into a fighting possition, Sly continues, "... Then these are the weapons you should fear most, not the saber."

 

Sly says as he cracks his knuckles. Sly could sense the un-easyness in Eas-Sans emotions, however, the newly fallen Jedi tried to cover his fears, his emotions, however he failed.

 

Pouncing forward like a cheetah on its prey, the Jedi Master strikes with a quick but strong blow, to Eas-San or the newly named Pyre's kidney. The knee's beneath Eas-San buckled as he fell to his knee's. The pain was overwhelming, Pyre was begining to think that the strength of a thousand Rancors couldnt deliver a stronger blow.

 

The crumpled Sith kneel's upon the ground, panting for air, the Jedi Master speaks.

 

"Ascent to darkness, or ascent to your grave. One in the same..." Sly says as he quickly lifts his leg, swiftly kicking Eas-San across the face, as blood splattered on the wall that was 4 feet away from Eas-san who now lay face down on the ground, with blood, running from the corner of his mouth.

[Th3Tru7h]

*Neo slowly sees Vyxor pick up the saber. "Hmm, a Sith hopeful won't this be fun." Neo said fast. Neo ran to Vyxor slashing at his feet. He then slowly using force speed looked toward and striked on his arm with the saber. As he made contact with his shoulder, Vyxor suddenly dropped his Master's lightsaber. Neo then used the force and formed his in two, he stepped back, almost forgetting to attack his Master. He acted like he didn't remember when he was right beside him. He pulled his red lightsaber around, one aiming at the feet the other at the shoulder. He slowly looked back to see the remark on his Master's face, he was ready for one strike but not two on different positions of his body. As he made contact with his feet while he blocked his shoulder, slash you could hear the burning of his skin when it was up against his ankle, luckly Neo didn't enforce his saber into the ankle. He now waited for Vyxor to pick up the lightsaber as he was tempted to attack again he didn't holding back for him to attack.*

[Bishop Of Battle]

*Smirking slightly as blood sprayed across the wall to his room, Bishop sensed the struggle taking place. Watching it as intently in his mind as a colleseum fan might watch their favorite event. Kaylnn's slight laugh caught his attention for a moment and he tilted his head her way before refocusing it on Pyre. His apprentice was still on the ground. Perhaps deciding his next move. Hopefully not yet broken by the few strikes he had taken, vicious though they may be.*

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk walked in behind Bishop with the utmost silence. He knew MP could feel him, but it mattered not. Raynuk took a spot besides Bishop, his arms crossed over his chest as if out of bordum, and watched the fighr before his eyes*

 

Excelent...the weak must be weeded out..I applaude you Bishop, you may make a Master yet...

[Eas-San Fenrir]

The taste of his own blood sent a sweet sensation from Pyre's tongue to his brain as he lies on the ground. He looks at the newly decorated wall in front of him in his shade of red. The numerous Sith now watching him made him feel like a fool. His anger began to build...

 

Pyre brings his hand near his chest and pushes the ground hard, flinging his body in the air. He twists his body as he rose, to land a hard front kick to the head of Sly. The woosh could be heard as it neared the Master's head. Pyre got that hit in as well, but the same thing happened. Sly, with his neck barely bent, remains gazing back at his former padawan with a smirk.

 

"Who are you?" Pyre wearily asks.

 

Before letting him answer, Pyre summons Master Prophet's thrown light saber and jumps back a few meters from the Jedi. He ignites the light saber standing ready...[/i]

[John Skywalker]

OOC: combat training, hand to hand, let's begin real training...

 

IC:

John unmasked his presence and appeared before the wookiee. He yanked the newly formed orb from the wookiee's hand and observed the orb. Making minor nods, he raised his eyes from the orb to look into the eyes of the wookiee. Not bad... The Knight gave his mild mannered nod, his sign of approval and began walking deeper into the swamplands.

 

Stopping suddenly, he raised his index finger outstretched to his mouth and told the wookiee of a presence just beyond those mountains. He must find the creature, duel it and bring back its head.

 

Letting the disarmed wookiee cross over the path, John watched in absolute silence. Hurry.

 

John knew the creature very well for it was nothing more than a recreation of a memory of long ago. A Genestealer, from John's fray with the Bugs... The creature stood at about nine feet in height and nearly 450 pounds. Its exoskeleton could counter the blows of a lightsaber and it had few true weaknesses, the wookiee would have to fight this creature.

 

The creature met the wookiee with a vacant stare just of bloodlust and desire to kill. Just like John remembered the old buggers.

Edited December 6, 2003 by Guest

[Guest]

After hearing the master speak his name and having the saber thrown at him, Vyxor got up and prepared himself in a defensive stance. He had been in fights before and he knew what he was doing. He was also planning on Neo being full of himself because Vyxor was only a hopeful.

While Neo was on the attack, Vyxor stayed back parrying his moves and making sure not to get hit. Once Neo contacted with his foot he started to get angry. Angry enough to force Neo back with a few unexpected slashes. Most were just distractions but on the last swipe, Vyxor clipped the hand with Neo's saber in it, making him nearly drop the weapon. After his quick attack, Vyxor went back into his defensive stance making sure not to let the Padawan hit him again.

[Bishop Of Battle]

*Bishop took a moment to watch the blood red saber blazing in Pyre's hands, internally shrugging.*

 

"What do you intend to do with such a mighty weapon against an obviously superior Jedi Master? It'd probably be in your best interest to put the weapon down. Maybe he would even let you rejoin him."

 

*He cocked his head slightly to one side, the position of the robes being the only real deliniation for the angle of his head. His face lost in the darkness. Decieving the light into hiding his face.*

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk smirked, his eyes gazing at the hopeful*

 

"Come now Bishop, you know the rules. The hopefuls are to have no lightsabers..."

 

*Without even a movement, the lightsaber in Eas-San's hand was ripped from that hand, spiraling through the air, the blade still ignited. it landed at Raynuk's feet, his eyes staring a hole into the hopeful. Without a blink, the master crushed the saber under his foot, totally ignoring MP for now*

[Th3Tru7h]

OOC: I am not a padawan!! And I hit you in the shoulder, my Master was hit in the ankle..

 

IC: *Neo felt the burn from the saber that Vyxor had sliced on his hand. He saw Vyxor standing in a defensive position it was easy to see his weakness, he was holding his lightsaber cocked to the right leaving Neo for a fake jab to the left striking on the right. Neo prepared his move using the force if he did something wrong to correct it using force speed. He moved toward Vyxor in a jogging motion, doing the fake jab to the left leaving it open for the right. Neo then thought of an alternative route, do a swiping motion , at his legs and then bringing the lightsaber up to his neck, what a perfect plan he said to himself. As he quickly moved his lightsaber in a downward motion Vyxor kept his lightsaber above his thigh leaving him no choice but to strike on his legs. Neo struck his knee forcing the lightsaber in about only a few cenimeters. He saw as Vyxor started to grab his knee falling to the ground by the utter pain and frustration of not being fully trained. Neo then felt his anger boiling of happiness of hurting a Sith appreatice. He used the force to pull the lightsaber out of Vyxor's weightless hand throwing it to his Master. He then urged forward as his Master was in a blocking position. He charged at his Master seeing the blocks that he layed down on Neo's double lightsabers. As Neo continued attacking with his two lightsabers, he used the force to jump and attack from behind his Master, when in the air he connected his lightsaber and came down with his sabers blazing his Master right on the left rib-cage. His Master didn't even flinch, as a good attacker would do, show no pain..*

[Eas-San Fenrir]

After hearing Bishop's words, Pyre did not even attempt to resist as Raynuk yanked the light saber from his hands. He ponders BoB's comment. Sly was indeed far superior than Pyre was. How can one surpass their teacher? Pyre shakes this thought off his mind...

 

"One does what one can..." Pyre mumbles, "Death is inevitable either way, which is where I shall go even if he would let me back..."

 

Pyre throws a force push at the Jedi master, to see its effect, but his robes simply flutter as if from a gust of wind. The Jedi had turned in to a God. Pyre throws another and another. The furniture behind Sly goes crashing in to the wall, with the force of a tornadoe's monstrous winds, but Master Prophet remains still and strong, like a mountain, and Pyre was a pebble.

[ShadowWalker]

Shadow took off at a light trot his long limbs easily covering over a foot with each stride. The mountains looked imposing as he approached them. His eyes took in the sights of the swamp that under his feet and the more he say the more he realized his original assumption was wrong this place was nothing like Kashyyyk. His nose caught the scent of fresh meat and his wookiee senses almost drew him off course, but he had a task to perform and he was not one to fail easily.

 

He reached the mountains and started his accent towards the heavens. It took time but soon he was at the top look down trying to judge the path of lest resistance. He felt something with the force but with his limited training was unable to identify it at the moment. He starts down reaching the bottom sniffing the air he thought he could identify the scent the started following it.

 

At the end of the trip he was moving slowly hunting his prey with caution. Shadow came along to a small clearing in it seeing a sight that was new to even his old eyes. The bug was eating the remains of some unidentifiable animal. Shadow skirted the clearing till he reached a tree that more or less overhung the bug. It wasn't as big as the ones back home but it would suit his purpose. He climbed the tree ready to drop on the bug.

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk shook his head, thouroughly disapointed that Bishop was wasting his time on this one. Raynuk turned to Kaylynn, and motioned her over, handing her something in secret, her face controrting to bewilderment and then surprise*

 

Bishop, why do you waste your time on this one...He is worthless, cant even combat his past...

[Master Prophet]

OOC: Brian, shut the heck up, and sit this one out, this is a personal task Pyre must overcome. Oh great sith Master,

 

IC: Sly planeted his feet as another attack came to him, the punches seemed to do nothing, as Sly charged back into battle he swung a powerful blow as he felt his punch was blocked.

 

The former padawan was always a quick learner, turning his body to the side, Sly lifts his leg to kick Eas-San, as a shimering item, metallic, could be seen on Sly's belt, it suddenly caught Eas-San's eye.

[Eas-San Fenrir]

Pyre jumps up in to the air to dodge Sly's kick and throws two more useless punches in to the Jedi's body. He ignores the other saber at Sly's side, taking Bishop's words in to mind. Plus he didn't want an unfair advantage when fighting an opponent.

 

As the two continued on, Pyre blocking and dodging and Sly taking the powerless hits, Pyre's unconscious portrayal of Sly pops in his head. The normal concept of teacher and student...

 

Since the first day Sly began to train Pyre, the apprentice saw him as an unbeatable force. The master was the supreme teacher, incapable of being harmed or surpassed. This opponent Pyre was fighting now was not the actual Jedi but a mere idea in his mind, and this idea had to be overcome in Pyre's mind if he were ever to face Sly in battle.

 

They battle went on for several more minutes with Pyre battling his inner thoughts at the same time, convincing him of the real constant of his former master. He looks at the eyes of the attacker, as he prepped for his final attack. At one time, he saw these eyes as those of a mentor and full of wisdom. Eyes that could unlock the world just by a simple lesson. This would be the last time he would see those eyes through the same light...

 

"Death..." Pyre begins to say, while blocking Sly's attacks, "...has replaced you..."

 

Pyre throws one final punch in to Master Prophet's chest. This punch doesn't even touch the Jedi, instead it goes straight through him as if he were a thin piece of glass, breaking in to countless fragments. Then the Master Jedi completely shatters in midattack, like a dream that you're awoken from. The pieces of light saber under Raynuk's foot vanish as well...

Edited December 6, 2003 by Guest

[Master Prophet]

As Sly feels his face cracking, the most pain he had felt in his life rushes through his with each pulse of his blood pumping. The peices exploded as they vanished in mid-air, however, an allusion placed forth by Bishop, was interupted by an outside force, someone stronger in the Mind of a former apprentace.

 

The words were spoken loudly in the ears of the once and fallen Eas-San Fenrir... speaking, "...Remember..."

[Bishop Of Battle]

OOC: Thank you for your assitance Bud.

 

*Bishop nodded at Pyre as the illusion vanished.*

 

"I waste my time because he can be taught to pass his weaknesses."

 

*Standing, he stepped forward and guestured for Pyre to follow him out the door into the hall. He walked in silence for a few moments, his apprentice still recovering from the battle which still felt very real though his opponent was not.*

 

"The Force is a powerful tool to be used. You've witnessed your first lesson in becoming a Sith. The Force is not there for guidance as the Jedi would have you believe. It is there to be controlled. To made what you want it to. To conceal or change an object, to create something from nothing in the minds of your opponents, to attack your opponent without the need to even touch him with your hands. Such is the power of the Force. Not when you make the Force your ally, but when you make the Force your bitch."

 

*At that moment they came to the front doors of the compound. Lightning arced through the sky as the door opened and thunder indicated the sudden downpour of rain that begain to resoak the ground.*

 

"You will stay out here tonight. Until you prove yourself ultimately to be a true Sith. You will need your rest, because in the morning the real training begins."

 

*Leaving him to himself, Bishop turned inwards, shutting the doors between the two behind him.*

[Eas-San Fenrir]

Pyre feels the doors close behind him. He looks up to the sky and watches the rain fall. When the droplets catch the light put off lights outside the building, it looks as if stars are falling towards him. They splash against his face and stick. Soon he is drenched.

 

He takes a step forward and feels the suction between the mud and his shoe. Each step was slower. Pyre made his way out in to the open, not even attempting to find or make some sort of shelter. He just stood and gazed up in to the sky.

 

The Force could be used to lighten his steps to keep him from sinking in the mud and maybe even form a small aura around him to keep the rain from hitting his skin, but he did not even try. His mind was consumed with the words of Bishop and the anticipation to begin his training.

 

The words of Bishop, "Make the Force your *****," stood out the most to Pyre.

 

The quote ran deep in to philosophy and of the Force in the practices of both the Jedi and the Sith. The words were beautiful really, poetry. So much meaning for the five words.

 

Sith did not rely on the Force to guide their path, but the Sith use the Force to make their own path, their own destiny.

 

Pyre remains standing, looking in to the clouds until he could imagine the stars. His mind rests as he fell in to a deep trance, existing somewhere inbetween what could be seen and the Force...

[John Skywalker]

*Unawares to the wookiee, the bug knew of Shadow's approach, however, being as intelligent as any humanoid creature it pretended to remain oblivious. He let the wookiee wallow in his own self-assurance. The creature held a certain ability that made its movements unpredictable, even through the careful analysis of the force.*

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John watched amused as the wookiee, who had traveled so little in reality had been taking a great trip all in his mind. A mind-game, a mind-game that would feel almost too real. The games were only beginning with the Bug image, soon a class of Mimbanite warriors would assault the wookiee after he snapped back into reality, a real fight. But, it would take some time to manipulate so many all at once, instead, John focused his attention to creating the realistic setting in the wookiee's mind that would bring to life a race that were forced into extinction on the wookiee's own world of origin. John continued to show his newfound sense of irony, perhaps it was that he found Balance lied in irony or just that it was so amusing to work everything into an ironical situation. Regardless, the scenario continued to play out.

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*The Bug raised its head as a sign of it noticing the life that stirred in the jungle above its head. Leaping with the strength similar to that a force-aided jump, the slashing blade-like arms attacked the wookiee with blinding speed. Both stumbling on the branch, the sound of cracking wood beneath their feet.*

[ShadowWalker]

Shadow growled as the wood snapped benath him. As the bug slashed at the wookiee cuting once aginst his forearm. He roars in fury and reaches for a higher branch but is unable to find purchse on it. He grabed hold of the bugs legs dragging it down with him. As he was falling when his huge paws grabbed hold of a thick branch.

 

He still had hold bug and the sudden change in direction caused Shadow to swing into the tree with a loud crack. Shadow was preparing to swing the bug out and into the tree again when the bug dug one of its clawed limbs into the tree stopping more movement. Seeing this opption taking away Shadow insteads drops the rest of the way to the ground, about 12 feet pulling one the bugs jointed limbs off. He looks at it in disgust but keeps a hold of it ready to use it as a spear should he need to.

[Guest]

OOC-What are you then a master ????

 

After being blinded from the unbearable pain of the strike to his knee, but as soon as he could stand again he got up and took the saber off of the Master. He was pissed now and he was ready to kill the other sith.Vyxor knew when it was pointless to go into battle and he thought this one wasn't quite over. He charge at Neo with the flame of hatred buring in his eyes. After a close scuffle with the blades sparking and the low hum of the sabers, Vyxor got an idea. IF he could get the lights out the only way to see would be from the sabers them self.

 

Vyxor backed off and rand to a power box where he slashed through a few of the main cords knocking the main power for the area out. Then he went and turned his saber off making it hard to tell what he was doing. Before heading back twards Neo, Vyxor picked up his fathers fighting sword that would be able to defend him in this battle...

[Kakuto Ryu]

((OCC: Nobody takes a lightsaber from me. Now, you will pay.))

 

*KR picked up his hammer, because the apprentice had taken his lightsaber.*

 

"You ignorant fool..."

 

*KR ran towards Vyxor at unmatched speed. He only caught a glimpse of KR, for by the time he had turned to look at him, the hammer was deeply embedded in Vyxor's face. One could hear his skull cracking under the pressure of the hammer, his entire body being violently jerked aside. Only by luck did his head remain attached to the rest of his torso. As he flew the lightsaber fell from his hand, landing on the floor. KR's anger was incredible. Neo had been around him for some time, and not once had he seen his master this furious. The very ground that KR walked on seem to shake in fear. Vyxor lie battered on the floor, moaning in pain from the head injury. The screams filled the temple making it seem alive with darkness. KR leapt again and brought down his hammer. He landed it in the center of Vyxor's chest, smashing his ribs into small fragments, inducing a scream that would make a normal man cry in fear.*

 

"I do not like it when other people touch my lightsaber. You would have been safer tearing off my arm and hitting Neo with it!"

 

*KR slammed the hammer against the stone floor, shattering several rocks. KR used force grip and picked Vyxor up by the throat, then slammed him backward against the wall. KR used to force to hold him there, while he collected four shards of the broken floor. With a resounding boom KR slammed the shard with his hammer, driving through the Hopeful's hand. "Boom" went the next, pinning his other hand to the wall. The third and forth went through his feet, attaching firmly to the wall.*

 

"You will learn your place, Hopeful."

 

*KR lifted the lightsaber that Vyxor had dropped via the force, and ignited the blade once again. With a burst of the force KR send his lightsaber through the air, It would be the final pin in his crucifixion of the insolent apprentice. With a crack it sailed through his flesh, going through his stomach and into the wall, binding him in what would seem like eternal pain. His screams of agony were loud and could be heard from outside the temple. His misery was felt throughout the land. KR took out a simple knife, and split open his legs, increasing his blood loss. KR threw down his hammer under the bleeding shell of what was once an ignorant hopeful, allowing his blood to cover the hammer. KR turned his back to the hopeful, who would die in a few moments, then walked away. KR feasted on the hopeful's misery, and would be disappointed when he died, but only a little.*

[Th3Tru7h]

"Ouch." Neo said seeing what his Master was doing to Vyxor.

 

*He headed over to the power box using the force to connect all of the disconnected wires. He then slowly headed over to his Master. Neo didn't say anything just incase his Master might do something to him. He headed over to Vyxor's barely living body.*

 

"The Jedi are waiting for you.."

 

*Neo said as he whipped his lightsaber over the deformed face and took out his neck. As the head began to roll he felt the warm blood falling from the crotch area. He felt angry of this because it was his new robe that he wore for the first time, and what a first time it was.

 

"Damn him, he's still alive and is getting bloody, guts and stuff all over my new suit."

 

*Neo sliced off Vyxor's hand and pulled out a knife, and carved a big enough hole so that the end would fit into his knuckle. He then knelt down and prayed for him, he then finally shoved the knife in his heart, even though he was dead minutes before it helped him not be able to come back alive in any way.

 

As Neo looked at the head that he cut off, he used the force to take off all of the skin, so it would look like an odd shaped ball. He then disconnected his two lightsabers and dug a hole into the wall right where the head should be on the body of Vyxor. The metals still boiled as he slowly put in the head, when he was finished putting it in, the skull was weilded in place. He looked around to see all of the badly tattered body parts.*

 

"Clean up in asle 3.." He used the force to amplifie his voice.

 

*He then headed over to his Master looking as though he had calmed down.*

 

"Seems like a day's work.."

 

 

Edited for spelling..

Edited December 8, 2003 by Guest

[Viano Zar]

Viano sits on the ground. His mother wasn't budging and he wasn't an insisting child.

 

But when your stomach growls and you haven't eaten in a few hours, a child has to do, what a child has to do.

 

"Mommy, come with me to get food. I'm hungry."

[Jedi gal of Darkness]

*JGoD looked down at her son before bending over and taking him by the hand. As she helped the child to his feet she smiled*

 

Alright son...

 

*Perhaps she was an indulgent parent at times, but why shouldn't she be? She was his mother... and he was all she had... and to be fair it had been some time since his last meal. She glanced back up at Raynuk.*

 

By all means, lead the way...

[John Skywalker]

OOC: keith! watch the spelling errors... and typing too fast... watch the errors!

 

IC:

As John's illusion continues...

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*The Bug now missing an arm, realizes the fallibility of creatures in this galaxy against its own acidic blood. Turning sideways, turning his former appendage into a blaster of skin-devouring acid, he started spraying at the wookiee. The wookiee, of course, did not know of this so was at a loss of the purpose of the blood spraying, however as soon as the skin and fur at his feet began to singe with the feeling of acid burning and melting it away was taken aback in fear, for having one's skin devoured by a green goo can be scary event, even if you stand at eight feet and have the strength of two or three men. Not too mention, the blood's own toxic effects which led to blackouts due to poisoning.*

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John, nodded, so the wookiee found a way around the physical attack, good, can he find a way around the huge acidic blood? Continuing his illusion, pleased with the present turn of events, for he was controlling the environment and the Bug letting the wookiee act much like one acts in their dreams.

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*The Bug, now terribly pissed at losing one of it's sword-like arms ran at the wookiee spraying with his arm socket the acidic good and slashing with his other arm.*

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk nodded and smiled a bit*

 

"Dont want the great warrior starving now do we?"

 

*He turned and started walking without another word, leading the pair down the hallways*

[ShadowWalker]

Shadow let out a low growl as he dodged to the side of the slashing arm in order to avoid more the acid. As the limb started to fall on the wookiee in an effort to dissect him from neck to groin he fainted to the right and then dodged to the left as the limb fell the wookiee grabbed hold of it at the middle joint and then straining his tremendous body and with the aid of the force he hurled the bug in a giant arc before launching it start into a tree across the clearing.

 

Sensing a momentary chance to gain the upper hand shadow charged the bug moving with the aid of the force. As he neared the bug it lunged at him but sensing danger momentarily he jumped landing onto the bugs neck joint. It was rough and thickly armored, beyond the wookiees strength to cause anything more then true annoyance so he leaned forward and grasped onto the creatures mouth joint pulling them apart, the surface cut deep into his fur Guess this fur has some use after all. He roared a strained with every fiber of soul then there was a creaking and one of the pincers was leaking the acid also.

[Hooj Skypod]

A loud boom is heard as a ship exits hyperspace. A long forgotten Sith Lord. He attempts to enter the atmosphere, but the ship would not let him due to the defense mechanisms. He hails the inhabitants, "This is... is... uh, I'd like to land. I'm a Sith Lord... I believe."

Edited December 9, 2003 by Guest