Bishop Of Battle Posted September 24, 2003 Share Posted September 24, 2003 *The Virago passed through the storming atmosphere of Mimban and landed on the planet's surface. Bishop arose from his deathlike sleep as the ship finished its touchdown. He nodded a hello, thank you, and goodbye all in one motion to Raynuk before turning from the ship and exiting. He was sure his apprentice had felt his return, dark though it was, and that he would seek him out. He left the landing pad and ventured into the black night that was Mimban's perpetual shade. Eventually he arrived at the temple grounds. The sky overhead flashed with thunder as though loudly threatening rain, though none fell yet. A gravel filled courtyard marked the center of the large compound. Bishop would wait there for his apprentice.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tashkri Posted September 24, 2003 Share Posted September 24, 2003 Charging at RB, Tash feinted with a strike towards RB's head, while aiming a sweep at his legs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garet Jax Posted September 24, 2003 Share Posted September 24, 2003 "Yes, Master." Garet walked away and began to repair the control panel. He hefted his ax and strapped it to his back once again. Garet was disgusted with his performance. Trandoshans were the greatest fighters in the galaxy. He had looked like a Wookie out there. "It would be meaningless to fight with you now. You're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rocketblaze Posted September 24, 2003 Share Posted September 24, 2003 Suddenly the legs of Tashkri were above his head, which was about two centimeters off the ground. RB stepped back and began to use minor hand gestures to help guide the Force. Slowly Tash began to spin, and soon, he looked like a dradle at a Jewish party. Eventually, Rocketblaze could hold this no more, so he dropped his Apprentice to the ground. The momentum of the spinning had busted Tash up bad enough that RB evaluated that it was break time. "You two have done well. Garet, set a droid to that and get in a bacta tank for a little while. Tash, you may take a bacta bath as well, seeing as that didn't go as planned. When you two are done, come meet me in my room." The Sith Lord went over to Rainiss and Dv. "If you'd like to talk, join me in my room." From there he progressed down the hallways until reaching the door with 'Rocketblaze' engraved on it. He opened it up and flopped upon the bed, letting all of his muscles relax. PSN ID: Lord-Pent Character Sheet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Skywalker Posted September 24, 2003 Share Posted September 24, 2003 John rose from his knees to awaken from his meditative trance, his Master had returned... The blade was complete... He was to seek out his Master... John clipped the blade on his belt and now joined by the stone axe, the now repaired training saber and the antiquated Sith Saber... Its a mere wonder how I can keep these belt on... He thought to himself... He began walking out of the cold desert, now nightfall... He walked, his feet digging into the sand... The boulders had long left his view, now only jungle encompassed the horizon... He continued his walk, now speeding up to a light jog... Soon, to a run... He crossed the planet's landscape within the hour and far off could see the Temple structures... A structure, similar to a gate stood before John, a bed of gravel outreached beyond the eye could see, flanking the Temple... A lone figure stood waiting and John knew... Master Bishop... Walking to within two meters of his Master, John bowed... Welcome home, Master... John unclipped the new blade and outstretched it for his Master to inspect... Still kneeling, palms open... Heathen Master of the Lords of Hate KR: I'm like the freakin' Martha Stewart of Chaos. He was also a Marxist, which is dumb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garet Jax Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 Garet ordered his R2 unit to finish. His body was not wounded enough to require a bacta treatment. Trandoshans healed unnaturally fast. He proceeded to Rocketblaze's quarters, standing against the wall with his arms crossed. "It would be meaningless to fight with you now. You're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rocketblaze Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 Rocketblaze was face down on his bed, but sensed Garet. "Since you're feeling good, go get me somebody who can give a good, and I mean good, massage." RB cracked his back while still lying down, and went over the past events that had happened so rapidly. It was coming together nicely. PSN ID: Lord-Pent Character Sheet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garet Jax Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 Garet was shocked Rocketblaze would ask for this. Such a menial task ruined his serious image. He sighed and went in search of someone stupid enough to give a sith lord a massage. He considered those around him. DV didn't seem the type. Rainiss was a possibility, but Nemoidians didn't seem especially gentle. Garet finally retrieved one of Rocketblaze's slaves to do the job. "I would do it myself Master but the claws would get in the way." "It would be meaningless to fight with you now. You're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishop Of Battle Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 *Bishop didn't move as he gazed from underneath his hood. The craftsmanship appeared good, the outer shell not incredibly unique but much more distinctive than a training saber. His voice was sinfully clear as he addressed his apprentice.* "Activate it. Then attack me." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rivhen Eranu Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 *Waits for AP* I have waited for this all my life, the passion, the love, the hatred, the fear, the suffering. The darkest kiss tastes the sweetest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 An Imperial cruiser, the Guerreior, shakes slightly as it blasts out of hyperspace a short distance away from Mimban. As the cruiser nears the world, an Imperial shuttle, escorted by two advanced TIE fighters, launch from the massive ship and rocket towards the planet's surface. As the Imperial shuttle lands, the two fighters circle above and eventually head back to the Guerreior. Twin columns of steam jet out from underneath the shuttle as the craft's landing ramp extends. The first to exit the shuttle are twelve black-armored Imperial troopers. The troopers form two rows before the shuttle, and then shoulder their blaster rifles. Next to exit the shuttle is an Imperial protocol droid. "Your transportation has arrived." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rocketblaze Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 As the slave began the massage, Rocketblaze posed a question to Garet. "Why did I have you do that? And yes, this is part of your training." RB relaxed farther and began to really feel loose. PSN ID: Lord-Pent Character Sheet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Ar-Pharazon Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 *Waited for Rivhen* "Let's began this operation at once." [Associate of the Illinois Mafia since November 2002.] Member of the Four Horsemen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rivhen Eranu Posted September 25, 2003 Share Posted September 25, 2003 *Rivhen and his associates board the shuttle at once, and are transported to the super star destroyer Tiamat. From there they move into hyperspace.* I have waited for this all my life, the passion, the love, the hatred, the fear, the suffering. The darkest kiss tastes the sweetest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raynuk Montar Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 *Only seconds after the shuttle lifted off, the Virago was in the air, following it from a good distance. The shuttle entered the belly of the Tiamat, and the Virago followed slowly, entering the ship silently, and without any sort of enterance codes or anything..* I ate a hippo. It was delicious. May the Forth therve you well... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tashkri Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 Feeling his vestibular organs break as he gets spun like a dradle, Tash is too dizzy to think of anything. Falling to the ground in a heap, he hears being told to get some bacta. Standing up, he is completely disoriented and can't really make out up and down, left and right. After running into a few people, he closes his eyes and turns to the Force to guide him. Finding some bacta, he puts a patch over his ears so the bacta could work on getting his vestibular senses back to normal. Walking back to where he had seen Rocketblaze's room, he peels the bacta patches off and tosses them backwards. Unbeknowst to Tash, the patches hit Rainiss right in the face . Walking into RB's room, he stood off to the side, waiting to be addressed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garet Jax Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 Garet considered Rocketblaze's question. "Perhaps because I lack skills in dealing with other lifeforms. In the sith order I will have to do this often. I must learn how to tolerate useful individuals." "It would be meaningless to fight with you now. You're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Derek Suul Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 Dalla gets disgustedly tired of trying to track down AP, so he leaves . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Ar-Pharazon Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 I guess this means I'm gone with Taren, Piccolo, and Ragnok. [Associate of the Illinois Mafia since November 2002.] Member of the Four Horsemen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rocketblaze Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 Rocketblaze dismissed the slave and sat up on the bed. "Tash, man, I figured you'd do a full bacta bath. You can, if you want... I wasn't exactly easy on you. If not, take Garet and practice battle with each other." RB then looked at Garet. "Yeah, you need more personal skills. What a smart Trandoshan!" PSN ID: Lord-Pent Character Sheet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garet Jax Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 "Thank you, Master." Garet bowed and turned to Tash. "Are you ready?" "It would be meaningless to fight with you now. You're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Skywalker Posted September 26, 2003 Share Posted September 26, 2003 John heard his Master's words and his head turned up, he stood erect and proud... Yes Master... The crimson blade emerged with a snap-hiss, very characteristic and plain... John twirled the blade in his right hand unsure of just to attack his Master or wait for him to arm bring out his lightsaber... Deciding his Master capable enough to unveil his lightsaber and block John's attack. He leapt at his Master, blade extended in a downward arch... The air and dust crackling on the blade as it came down on Bishop's head... Let the games begin... Heathen Master of the Lords of Hate KR: I'm like the freakin' Martha Stewart of Chaos. He was also a Marxist, which is dumb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishop Of Battle Posted September 27, 2003 Share Posted September 27, 2003 *Bishop watched the crimson blade fall upon his head. He stood the same as he had to begin with throughout the entire move. Fully upright with his hood falling over his face and both of his hands clasped behind his back. Before the blade reached him he stepped his right foot across, turning himself ninty degrees to let the blazing blade pass harmlessly down his back. Continuing with the motion, he turned and lifted his left foot as his right hand tucked into his belt. Spinning a hundred and eighty degrees before setting his foot into position, he whipped his right hand up into the air. Tarrian's lightsaber spun against his palm before he caught it at the end of his reach. The purple-orange blade snarled to life in his grasp before it was yanked down and across towards John's torso. Bishop's left hand was still tucked securly in the back of his belt.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Skywalker Posted September 28, 2003 Share Posted September 28, 2003 John had flown, down... The blade passed right down Bishop's back... A complete miss... Hearing the snarl of a blade as it came to life, sensing the heat approach his body, John snapped to the left, his crimson blade coming in the nick of time to block the blow aimed at his torso... The blades crackled as dust flew and came across them... He kept the blade forced against a blade John had never recognized, regardless, it was being wielded by Bishop... John locked eyes with Master trying to read his next move... Something that seemed nearly hopeless, Bishop seemed so far gone from the world nowadays... Instead, John decided to break away from the motion and backflipped a few feet away to devise another strategy... Or at best, buy himself some time... He stood, motionless, watching Bishop, twirling the blade awaiting for his Master to attack him... The crimson blade casting its red glow over the ground surrounding John... Bishop's second hand, it's behind him... What could that mean? John's thoughts meandered around this, briefly, before he decided to run in for another attempt at attacking his Master... He was always impatient... John ran with the aid of the force, he attempted to attack in a flurry style... Slashing aimlessly at Bishop... Heathen Master of the Lords of Hate KR: I'm like the freakin' Martha Stewart of Chaos. He was also a Marxist, which is dumb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishop Of Battle Posted September 28, 2003 Share Posted September 28, 2003 *With mere flicks of his wrist, Bishop aimed his saber to block each of the attacks John launched at him. Catching the last of his blows and holding the two blades out, Bishop pushed his apprentice back a few feet. What seemed to be no more than a twitch of his body caused him to arch over backwards through the air in a back flip as his heel connected with John's jaw. When both of his boots landed it took only a slight movement to project himself spectre-like backwards and up into the air. His cloak had billowed out around him after the flip before cutting in close to his body. The tail ends wrapped around his legs, concealing his feet in heavy, flapping cloth. Tarrian's saber carved through the air around him, the blur creating a shield of light around his dark presence. When he finished the twirl, the handle had been flipped around in his palm. He hurled the weapon like a spear towards John, the brilliant blade looking for flesh as it sailed.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Skywalker Posted September 28, 2003 Share Posted September 28, 2003 John stumbled backwards, he spat blood, but faintly could hear something whistling in the air... The blade, it was like a bolt of purple, it was a spear aimed at him... John attempted to process a course of action as soon as his brain could muster one... Nothing concrete... He struggled to deflect the incoming spear, taking a slash at it... Making a connection, the blade swerved down and to the right, yet it would be much more difficult than this, now it just accelerated towards his leg... Instead, John jumped to dodge the spear and as it continued to arch downwards, he slashed at the hilt... The blade fell to the ground and fizzled out... His eyes were full of anger and he turned them towards Bishop... Twirling the blade some more... What next? Heathen Master of the Lords of Hate KR: I'm like the freakin' Martha Stewart of Chaos. He was also a Marxist, which is dumb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishop Of Battle Posted September 28, 2003 Share Posted September 28, 2003 *Landing lightly, Bishop extended his hand and the broken handle was brought swiftly back to him. It slipped away from sight easily and Bishop's hand dropped down to his side. The wind picked up a little and the hood of his cloak rippled slightly. The rain that had been threatening the area began its entrance, coming down in a light drizzle. After a moment of the rain passing down upon them, he extended his right arm, palm out, towards John. The sudden snap of cracking wood was heard as one of the tall, thick poles holding up the gate-like structure snapped. The entire piece tumbled over towards John.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tashkri Posted September 29, 2003 Share Posted September 29, 2003 Facing Garet, he says, "Aye, I'm ready." Assuming a guarded stance, he waits for Garet to make the first move. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garet Jax Posted September 29, 2003 Share Posted September 29, 2003 "Very well," Garet hefted his axe blade, and swung for Tashkri's head. Tash easily ducked kicking at Garet's stomach, but the Trandoshan grabbed Tashkri's leg. His superior strength allowed him to swing the sith into the air, and against the wall head first. "It would be meaningless to fight with you now. You're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Skywalker Posted September 30, 2003 Share Posted September 30, 2003 John snapped his attention from the drizzle of rain towards the gate structure aimed at his body... As quickly as one can fathom the number of ideas running through John's mind, half of which were concerned with the structural monstrosity, the others with various other things; the rain, his cloak, a shower, etc... Pushing his assorted and wasted thoughts aside, John focused on the approaching monstrosity; while simple and effective, running was always a choice. However, somehow, thinking deeper on the subject... John decided to do something else, for running would be very unlike a Sith... Perhaps he was just being foolish, perhaps he was being vain, perhaps a little of both... John moved over a few steps and performed a back flip while moving in the forwards direction, executed quite well and thus avoiding the structure as it was falling down but still managing to land on it, he landed at the lip of the structure, falling down with it... He squatted as an attempt at absorbing the shock as the structure slammed into the ground... He looked at Master Bishop with a slight amusement in his eyes... Once again twirling the blade... He was growing tired of these games and ran at Master Bishop, his blade at the ready... He came within a few meters of Bishop, saber eager to clash with another... Heathen Master of the Lords of Hate KR: I'm like the freakin' Martha Stewart of Chaos. He was also a Marxist, which is dumb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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