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Tarrian Skywalker

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Kamino.

 

It meant nothing. It was dead to him. Waking from yet another twisted meeting with his subconscious, Tel was in no state of mind to have the capability of even remembering why he was here. Movement was nothing, of course, and his body slid from the bed. His bare chest glistened with the sweat of his dreams, slippery under the bright lights. He hated the light. He hated these creatures. Hatred in the morning, his lover to lie beside in the ruffled bed he'd just left behind. Only it wasn't morning”¦no, he could never tell the time here in this place.

 

He dressed, he thought, he spit the vile taste of sleep from his mouth. For a week he had found himself trapped here, without the means to resupply the small craft he'd landed, without the means to acquire the means to do so, and without the patience to wait for the means to acquire the means. Thus, his hatred grew, his anger stirred, and the while room he'd been given as a courtesy had been blackened, in a figurative sense, by his presence. The Kaminoans were gracious enough, courteous enough, kind enough.

 

But Tel'asari only required a ship. A ship to get him off of this planet, a ship to transport him to a place where he could find what he sought; one ship, just one. If they gave him that without their ridiculous antics, he'd have left this world and been that much closer to finding his answers. His attempts to reason with their methods, to understand them, were countered by their lack of presence. They told him to stay in this room, and they did not appear before him. How does one bounce a ball off of a wall that isn't there?

 

The room was hot; its heat inspired by the fire within his body as it writhed and twisted. He could feel the heat as keenly as he felt his own heartbeat. Pound, pound, pound. The rhythmic intricacy sought to drive him back into sleep, back in the heat, back into the nightmares”¦

 

It was the sudden chill that brought him fully into consciousness. Days alone had left him without company save for his demons, and they were creatures born of his core, of his fire. The cold bit at them and they fled before it as children. He felt the chill, but it was still distant. Something”¦told him”¦nursed the thought within him, cultivated the feeling; something was different about this cold. With difference came the unexpected, and with the unexpected came danger. Tel left the room, his dark clothing a meaningless blot under the heavy rainfall of this world that was dead to him. This was different; he left his sword in the room.

"We all fall down." - Domino.

 

Last Bio Update: 4/01/08

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With the realization of danger came the realization that his greatest asset had been left behind, but this was quickly forgotten when Tel saw a flash of red. Here, no this planet he would have damned and destroyed out of frustration, he found what he'd been looking for over a span of three years...no, his lifetime. Ever since his father had first spoken of them, the dark ones, the masters in the dark. Sith.

 

Tel crouched on the walkway above a conflict he only half understood, with a focus of intensity so vicious that his every skill came out in that moment. Somehow he recognized that the small puffs of mist were the heat of air from lungs, and that, invisible as they seemed to be, the attackers were mortal. No immortal would have need of breath. Mortals, as it were, could be killed. Tel'asari Duos would readily kill to ensure that this Sith before him, this wielder of a blood red lightsaber that sliced the air apart in a whizzing slash, would be around to provide what he wanted.

 

Without even a moment's hesitation, Tel dropped from the walkway, his dark form falling fast, but with no more weight in its apparent bulk than a feather, it seemed, as he landed atop something. A great puff of mist shot up before him; he was on the shoulders of an invisible. His hands were up and no longer empty, now grasping the flashing blades that would bring an end to this thing beneath him. He drove the daggers downward to a head unseen...

"We all fall down." - Domino.

 

Last Bio Update: 4/01/08

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  • 2 weeks later...

Tel's legs had a grip that did not falter as the invisible figure fell to its knees. Rolling to his feet as he slid his blades free of the skull, he found himself surrounded by a massacred group of, apparently, assassins. The man before him had done so much more, just as fast...perhaps faster. Tel'asari felt a very interesting chill crawl up his spine, but he knew it to be a chill of anticipation. He spoke boldly now, holding his knives at his sides loosely, but preparedly.

 

"It is obvious to me that you have a great amount of talent; enough, in any case, to kill as you choose. Someone easily killed by a man such as myself means nothing to the wielder of a lightsaber of red." He locked eyes with this man, this wielder of red, and he felt another chill. "I am Tel'asari Duos, and I am looking for the Sith."

"We all fall down." - Domino.

 

Last Bio Update: 4/01/08

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He had never before known helplessness. It was not when the man disappeared from his sight that he felt such a thing, no. It was not when the man spoke of his words as no more than an insult, an understandable response from a man so obviously enmeshed in power. It was not even after registering that the difference in their skill levels made his survival, in such a situation that would require him to face this man, impossible.

 

It was in knowing that even his senses could not find this man. When first he had disappeared, Tel's only instinct had been to reverse the grip of his knives. Losing sight of an opponent usually meant they would attack where one could not see, and that was at the back. It was simple instinct, but perfectly executed without conscious effort. It would have done him no good if the man's goal had been his death, but at least it showed he knew what to do. He simply lacked the skill to do what he knew against such a man.

 

And there it was. His senses, honed to such perfection that he could find anyone, anything, anywhere and in any condition, a talent he had employed in countless situations before this one, proved useless here. He felt an unspoken truth come into his mind, something that would push him inexorably towards the Dark Side of the Force. They are human senses, and you know not what the truest sense is, for it surpasses your humanity. He had only one response.

 

"I shall find Atia."

"We all fall down." - Domino.

 

Last Bio Update: 4/01/08

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