Borleias

[Aero]

Aero saw Spider glance back at her. She didn't understand... Why? Shaking it, she decided to focus on her mission. Scanning everywhere, she noticed Syn and decided that would be the best place to start. He stood before the Jedi, waiting for them. She quickly hastened over to him, igniting her purple saber. Reaching him, she smiled, "If we go down, we go together...."

[Hou-Jo Poleb]

((1))

 

As the lightning entered Hou-Jo as he rolled back away from the Dark Lord, he put his hand in its path to focus it into a ball on dark side energy, where it would rest in the palm of his hand. Kakuto had intense anger in him. He did hate Hou-Jo because he was a Jedi, but he also hated him for who he was. He hated him because he was Hou-Jo Poleb. Hou-Jo had been on the Jedi Council since Gantoris was running the show. Kakuto was making a new advance on the Jedi Master, swinging his lightsaber at a new target; the target being his own stomach. It was in this moment that he returned the blasphemy of the Force to its creator, sending the physical being of light into the approaching silver lightsaber, stopping the attacker in his tracks. With his body remaining perfectly straight, Hou-Jo floated up to his feet, falling out of his robe gracefully as he did so.

 

"The only thing you will take great pleasure in is your own death. Since death is instrumental to the dark side," Hou-Jo leapt into the air and fell before his enemy, locking their lightsabers together, "I would expect nothing less from a Sith to enjoy their own demise." The two weapons broke apart and a display of acrobatics and power took place as the two tried to best the other in their lightsaber forms, Hou-Jo successfully being able to repel any attack Kakuto pressed him with. "You will not take my life; for my ally is the Force. You steal the Force and call it your own; I am its humble servant. I am outlet of its power, the voice of a speechless entity, the crystal and soul of the Force."

 

Hou-Jo's mastery over form V found a weakness in Kakuto's form and delivered his own serious of physical blows, sending the Dark Lord to the ground himself. Hou-Jo stood back and waited, prepared for the next assault.

[Exodus]

The smile retreated, and despondency crept back onto his handsome features. His left foot would sway infront of Aero and he'd lean in to whisper a motivating; "Paradise awaits us.. lets take it".In that moment, the breeze would carry his lengthy hair and matching robes with an aura of lust. He'd then return the wink towards the female Jedi -- "Then prepare to see something that no other Jawa can do.."

 

Yet Syn wasnt one to make the first act, only provoke it since his cover and tactics were ruined by the speed the team advanced in. He'd instead keep note of where the entire team was placed; Two alongside him, and Spider defending the rear. What was the next plan of action..?

[Kayla Mhin]

Kayla stopped and backed away suddenly, opening herself to the Force, letting it flow through every part of her. As she concentrated, she reached out with the Force, feeling her surroundings and becoming one, one with the Force. She brought her lightsaber up into a defensive posture, doing her best to rid herself of the emotions she had felt earlier.

 

This time when she attacked, her movements were smoother, more controlled and less reckless, more cautious. The Sith was slowly pushed back again as Kayla swiftly attacked. The Force tingled through every cell in Kayla's body, giving her strength and power, although, power was not what she sought. Rather, she sought peace and justice, as the Jedi code taught. But she also could not deny what she felt, and what she felt was an unexplainable feeling of ... love.

 

Confusion threatened to creep in and Kayla struggled to keep control, to stay above her feelings and emotions. Emotions could very easily lead to the darkside, something which Kayla could not and would not allow to happen.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian's face met with fist, and it jarred him. He tried to catch the final punch, but instead decided to roll backwards with it as it landed, using the momentum to donkey-kick Xyn up into the air above him.

 

He snapped out with the force, four tentacles immediately lashing his limbs tight, holding him in midair. He got up slowly, meaningfully as the youth struggled with how to get out of this, his arms and legs temporarily immobile.

 

"You are a good fighter. I can see why the Sith take pride in their training. Nevertheless..."

 

Aryian, almost casually, reached up and readjusted his chin as he mentally unleashed one of the largest force blasts he had ever used upon the boy, sending him soaring back into the backwall, almost making a dent in the duracrete.

 

An impact like that was sure to have repercussions...

 

Aryian cracked his neck, and picked up the lightsabers he had dropped in the chaos. He ignited them, and then threw them, the twin blades flying with horrific speed at the body of the apprentice, intending to end this.

[Skykin Tarkhek]

Skykin burned with rage as the Jedi ripped the lightsaber from his hand. He had to control this rage of his, harness it to his advantage rather than to his loss. For this was the second time he'd lost his weapon, but this time it was not just a normal dagger, this time it was the one he had crafted by his own hate, sweat and blood. A dagger which now was embedded into a tree out of his reach his lightsaber hummed in the hand of his advisary.

 

The Cobra approached and gave the Fox his extra lightsaber with a warning. Skykin gratefully took the weapon and gripped it tightly, his eyes narrowing to slits as he forced himself to control the rage he felt building, and building. If he didn't expell it soon he was going to explode, not literally of course.

 

The taunts of the Jedi hit Skykin and he laughed, a disturbing, bone chilling laugh. They wanted the team to attack, to rush ahead heedlessly and be slaughtered. But the Fox would be patient and bid his time...

 

He glanced to the other members of the team, waiting for a signal, a sign that they should attack. If they did this as a team, they could not and would not be stopped. They would conquer, they would be victorious and they would prove themselves to their master.

[Nom Anor's avenger]

OOC: *Plays Battle of Heroes in full volume*

 

IC: The Jedi Master didn't even move as the slab of rock flew towards him. He kept his eyes pinned on Quietus, reading every inch of his face. The Sith Master was still smiling, thinking his words hand an effect on Nom.

 

A lightsaber was a lightsaber. Once It found its self in Quietus' hands, it was no longer Nom's. It was weapon of evil, a weapon of the Sith. That is, untill Nom took it back...

 

With a flip of his wrist, the stone slab halted in mid-air, inches from the Jedi Master's face. It fell to the ground motionless. Nom never took his eyes off his opponent.

 

"I was wondering what happened to that thing. It's funny how you felt the need to use my weapon over yours. I guess that just makes my lightsabers superior. A Sith using a vile weapon of the Jedi, is there no greater shame?"

 

Nom Anorus know his words would have no visible effect on the Sith Master. But Pride was very important to the Sith order. Nom would just have to play that aspect to his advantage.

 

"By the way, I want it back."

 

As soon as the last word left his mouth, Nom was already in motion. He shot himself towards his opponent like a bullet. Any normal person would have thought he teleported. He lashed out with his green blade, only to find it connect with that of its own color. His crimson weapon on the other hand, pressed against that of orange, creating colored dissonance that would make any onlooker cringe at the sight.

 

The four blades were locked, each combatant putting pressure on the other, trying to tip the scales in their favor. No one was gaining any ground. That is, untill Nom tapped into the Force. Using the mystic energy field to reinforce his muscles, he began to press his weapons forward, making Quietus lean back in a sort of limbo position.

 

The pressure became too much for the Sith Master and he fell backwards onto the ground. The Jedi Master on the other hand, wasted no more time with talk. He lifted his hand into the air, calling on the Force as he did it. A chunk of rock around the same size as the previous removed itself from the roof, and fell with growing speed towards Quientus' stomach.

[Renin Santur]

Renin brough his saber down ward and close to him, blocking a low strike. He then quickly brought his saber back up over his head and blocked a high attack. The Sith Lord held the Jedi's saber as their eyes met for moment again. He shook his head and threw her off from his saber. What was this feeling he felt? His mind was wondering through to many emotions. Could this be love? What ever it was, he was growing to like it.

 

He jumped back, place his feet on the wall, then lunged towards her with his saber out. She placed her saber up and blocked his. Renin talckled her and they both fell onto the ground, with Renin on top. He held him self over her, as he gazed agian into her eyes. He was frozen in his position and didnt know what to do.

[Xyn Ossek]

Xyn flew into the backwall, and as his back impacted with the duracrete, he could hear and feel his bones crack in all sorts of places. The pain was enormously awful, and it sent him back into the Force...

 

Xyn sees himself... In the past... He is thrown against a wall by his rival bounty hunter, while competing for a bounty... His rival sends a sharp blade at Xyn's unarmored face, but Xyn, although in pain, manages to catch it while it is flipping in midair... Xyn then sees himself fall off the wall, and rush to stab his opponent... And he kills his rival, and takes the bounty...

 

Snapping back to reality, Xyn winces at the sharp pains in his body. "Ahhh," he barely whispers... Then he opens his eyes, and sees two silver blades of light being flung at him at a horrific speed. Xyn tapped into the Force and used his pain to fuel his hate and his anger and to strengthen his living Force. Although he was basically stuck to the wall for the time being, his arms were not. He put them forward and used the Force to feel the lightsabers... Know their exact position...

 

The blades came closer, getting faster... He had to focus... He had to survive...

 

And as he opened his palms, two lightsaber hilts fell into his hands, and the blades drove into the wall behind him. At least it didn't drive into his body. With a sigh of relief, he disengaged the blades and let himself fall to the floor, and started coughing out blood...

 

He looked up, pain radiating in his body, and could barely make out the blur that was Aryian Darkfire. Xyn was extremely dizzy... but the Force was with him... and so he let the Force take full control. Xyn had no idea what he was doing... His hate and anger and pain were controlling him through the Force now. His body fuelled with pain, the Force pushed it even harder, and his hatred and anger filled his blood.

 

He ignited the twin sabers in his hands (Aryian's, the ones Xyn stole are on the ground somewhere) and the Force started lashing out at the enemy ahead, weakly but surely. At least it was something, as opposed to the nothing Xyn could do in his real condition...

[Lord Yuusou Ekimora]

Yuusou stopped Silla just outside the ship "Here, Master may need this." He tossed her the second lightsaber. Then went back into the ship and sat faceing the only way to get in hands on the knife and sword he carried with him incase he needed them, he knew they wouln't stand up to a lightsaber but felt he could use a little protection.

[Andon]

Above Borleais the Renegade II emerged, Andon Colos at the controls of the ship as he made a last second check to make sure all systems were good to go. In a wave of pseudo-motion the Excalibur II arrived soon afterwards, Talon Flick slowing down his sub-lights and bringing his ship right next to the Jedi Knight's. Both looked at one another through the transparisteel around their cockpits... the two Jedi giving each other a final nod as the good to go. And with that the pair of ships descended through the upper atmosphere...

[Talon]

High above the raging carnage on Borleias came the two ships, riding the stellar winds like ancient pirate ships of forgotten lore. Sitting at the helm of one was Talon, the Jedi Master infamous for his skills with a lightsaber, and at the other was Andon Colos, the Jedi Knight of Naboo known far and wide not only for his combat prowess but his extreme piloting skill. They were coming to join the fray...

 

Talon's hands played over the controls of Excalibur II, moving as fast as lightning. The assault shuttle he piloted was of extreme caliber, but it had seen better days, and recent disrepair meant that a rapid descent would require extra effort than usual. Fortunately, the ship was as familiar to the Jedi as the back of his hand, and Talon could tell on instinct how much the shuttle could handle. Presently, it could handle more...

 

The nose of the shuttle dipped ever so slightly. To his right, Talon could see Andon following suit. A contest, it now was. Who would be more daring? Ahead the battlefield grew. Waving blurs of light were soon accompanied by the dark shapes wielding them. Even though the battlefield soon approached, Andon beside him willed his ship faster. Talon, grinning, would not be outdone. The shuttle lurched even further. Finally, both Jedi pulled back to slow the ships in an avoidance of collision, but Andon cheated death only slightly further to the ground than Talon. The Jedi Master would not doubt his counterpart's piloting abilities henceforth...

 

Now out of their dive, both the Excalibur II and the Renegade II roared over the chaos below, announcing the arrival. Each ship kept low, and finally nestled onto the hard and rocky ground on the far side of the battle.

 

In moments, the Jedi Master appeared at the top of his lowering ramp. He had abandoned the crimson trench coat he had picked up on Coruscant for his own older, dark grey cloak- under which he wore his light battle armor. As he descended the ramp, he grabbed his old lightsaber hilt from its spot on his belt, and turned his head to Andon, who was similarly exiting the ship. The two's minds connected.

 

"Best kill wins..." Talon smirked, and then turned to face the conflict.

[Darex Trevelian]

It was a standoff. Both sides staring at each other, trading taunts, but neither taking the offensive. It was a clash of wills and strategy. But who would break it?

 

Elsewhere, battles continued to rage. But off to the side, a Jedi Knight and his apprentice faced off to 4 Sith apprentices ((I think I got that right... )). Light vs. dark. Good vs. evil. Like it had been for millenia.

 

"Why do you serve the Dark Side?" Darex questioned. "Does it offer you so much? You have hate, but what is it you hate? Your hatred is baseless. Let go of it, and find peace for your soul."

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto rolled backward to escape a killing blow, knowing that any moment on the ground was a moment spent in a horrible defensive position. Kakuto caught the stone floor with the rubber on his boots, stopping himself in a kneeling position--his lightsaber in his left hand and his burnt shoulder in his right. Kakuto looked up at the benevolent Jedi, spitting out words with a poisonous disdain.

 

"You're a fool, Poleb. You've devoted your life to serving a power. Power is something you control, not something that controls you. You waste away your entire existence foolishly serving this idea that you must deny your feelings, your thoughts, your emotion, all to serve an imaginary greater good. It's disgusting, and I can't stand it any more!"

 

The walls shattered within a two meter radius around Poleb, imploding in on the Jedi. Rocks bombarded Poleb's body from all sides, a small hole forming to his left. As the rocks fell to the ground Kakuto's burning stare came to take their place, swinging wide open slashes at the temporarily stunned Jedi. Kakuto hated lightsaber forms--they made attacks predictable. Repetition was the bane of any strategy. His strikes were wild and quick, yet carefully planned and delivered. Kakuto span around and kicked Poleb's face, knocking him to the damaged wall, shattering it and launching him into a courtyard through the force's propulsion.

 

Kakuto followed him out, knowing that the blow wouldn't keep a Jedi Master down for long. The Dark Lord dashed out to meet Hou-Jo, swinging his blade downward and catching Poleb's purple saber with a thunderous crack. Kakuto leapt over the Jedi's head in a forward flip, landing firmly behind his back. Kakuto struck furiously, the Jedi turning to deflect the blows. Dodging a horizontal slash Kakuto ducked and rolled, raising his blade up from the ground as he jumped upward attempting a deadly uppercut to cleave Poleb crotch to ear...

[ObliviousKnight]

Chaos. That was the only way to describe what Armiena sensed going on about her. Sith and Jedi were fighting for their lives and to defend the abandoned Dojo, more Sith were landing each minute, and in the Dojo, the Force was boiling with emotion. Once again, the Jedi had been betrayed.

 

The Jedi Knight was torn between two directions. Inside the Dojo, she sensed Var fighting for his life, a whirlwind of shock accompanying each parry. She had no doubt that the betrayal had something to do with someone very close to him. But on the other hand, Darex and his Padawan appeared to be in trouble, facing off a group of Sith apprentices. Needless to say, Armiena's feelings were divided as to where she could do the most good.

 

As she hesitated, the sound of sublight engines rent the sky above her as Armiena's Avenging Angel and some E-Wing that had decided to play wingmate danced about the skies, passing over her head.

 

Oh, hell... She took off running in Darex's direction. She arrived just in time to see the Sith exchange taunts with her friend and his Padawan.

 

Armiena remained in the shadows a fair distance away, using the Force to conceal her physical presence as well as her Force-presence. With any small amount of luck, these apprentices wouldn't be able to spot the Jedi Knight, until the time was right for her to reveal herself. She would not intervene, unless the situation broke past words and turned to violence.

[ObliviousKnight]

Chaos. That was the only way to describe what Armiena sensed going on about her. Sith and Jedi were fighting for their lives and to defend the abandoned Dojo, more Sith were landing each minute, and in the Dojo, the Force was boiling with emotion. Once again, the Jedi had been betrayed.

 

The Jedi Knight was torn between two directions. Inside the Dojo, she sensed Var fighting for his life, a whirlwind of shock accompanying each parry. She had no doubt that the betrayal had something to do with someone very close to him. But on the other hand, Darex and his Padawan appeared to be in trouble, facing off a group of Sith apprentices. Needless to say, Armiena's feelings were divided as to where she could do the most good.

 

As she hesitated, the sound of sublight engines rent the sky above her as Armiena's Avenging Angel and some E-Wing that had decided to play wingmate danced about the skies, passing over her head.

 

Oh, hell... She took off running in Darex's direction. She arrived just in time to see the Sith exchange taunts with her friend and his Padawan.

 

Armiena remained in the shadows a fair distance away, using the Force to conceal her physical presence as well as her Force-presence. With any small amount of luck, these apprentices wouldn't be able to spot the Jedi Knight, until the time was right for her to reveal herself. She would not intervene, unless the situation broke past words and turned to violence.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian, with the trickling amount of force he had left, made a few final tactical uses of it.

 

Aryian quickly drew the sabers that Xyn dropped into his hands, igniting while they were in the air. He was getting weaker, sloppier, and inefficient. Aryian was still connected to the force, and drew more of into him as the battle got easier and easier, and finally with a final swipe knocked the right saber from him, and then the left with a counter, the hilt's clattering to the floor. They quickly jumped up and reattached to his belt.

 

"Sit down, it's time for a talk."

 

Aryian force pushed him down, and ragged and torn, he fell to his knees, and with two careful swipes, He slices the blasters in half. Xyn's purple saber hilt also came flying up to be sliced in two, useless now.

 

"Now, tell me, what do you think of your Sith bretheren now? Look at you. It's made you weak. You Sith tell us all the time that it is we who are weak, but I think that the truly weak are the ones that feel the need to kill. To you it may be passion, fun, but to me it is insecurity. You kill because you fear, on the inside, and we kill back to defend ourselves. What do you say to me killing you right now?"

 

Aryian released the apprentice from his force grip and began to walk away.

 

"I have no time to play with children, not when my bretheren need me."

[Raynuk Montar]

Quietus had taken the attack on his pride in stride, and did not truely care of Nom had stopped the pillar. It was a test of the Jedi, and he expected nothing less.

As the two clashed their blades together, Quietus was still smirking, deciding to hold back slightly, and found that Nom already had to tap into the Force to make headway.

Quietus fell backwards, onto his back, and looked up at the Jedi, the rock came flying down towards him, his eyes didnt leave those of Nom's at any point. He waited till the rock came within three feet of him, before slashing his lightsabers above him, disecting the rock into peices no bigger then an apple that fell harmlessly around him.

The resulting flashing of lights as lightsaber met rock blinded Nom. As the lightshow stopped, Quietus was standing, forcing Nom to look up from where he last saw Quietus.

 

As Nom looked up, Quietus sent a lightsaber handle-filled fist into the Jedi's face, sending him sprawling back.

 

"Silly Jedi...You must have forgotten, your patheric excuse for a Master, Poleb, destroyed my lightsaber last time we met. Shall I get Kakuto to come destroy yours as revenge?"

[Lionchilde]

"How very helpful," Silla muttered as she clipped the second lightsaber to her belt. Suddenly Yuusou had stopped reminding her of her brother Danel. He was more like Jendi, she thought...

 

Shaking her head free of useless memories and recriminations, she opened herself up to the force. Darsha would in all probability need a lightsaber, and now she was in possession of both of them.

 

The stench of smoke and flame around her made concentration difficult, but Silla took a breath, focusing not on the clash of battle in her ears or the reek of bloodshed assaulting her nostrils, but on the flow of the Force, struggling to discern her Master's force signature through the murk of hate and rage she sensed around her...

 

"The dark side," said the same voice she'd heard earlier.

 

"No kidding," she muttered as she walked. "Listen, if you can't say anything helpful, why don't you go tend the ship with Yuusou?"

 

Her concentration broken now, Silla's foot came down on something jagged, and she slid forward, crashing to the ground. Her leg twisted as she fell, sending a tearing pain up into her knee.

 

Gritting her teeth, Silla pushed herself up, but another bolt of pain shot through her leg. This time, she careened forward as she fell, smacking her chin hard on the ground and setting her teeth on edge.

 

There seemed to be smoke and shouting coming in every direction; the pounding of running feet vibrated through the ground, confusing her senses. Panic crept into her throat.

 

"Silla," said the voice again, oddly calming. "Focus..."

[Xyn Ossek]

Xyn watched as his twin blasters were cut in half... Sithspit, those were illegally modified! Then the lightsaber... Oh for goodness sakes... His hatred swelled up in him, and as he heard the Jedi lecturing him, it only made him rage, and so the Force flowed back into his body, taking place of some bones that were no longer in proper order.

 

"You don't know... what you're... what you... re... saying..." Xyn barely mumbled at the Jedi, "We Sith are... are more..." Xyn took in a breath, he had taken a tough impact to that wall... He was also exhausted... "powerful... We aren't afraid of the Dark Side as you are... we embrace its gifts for our own use..."

 

"And you... and you Jedi sit... on your high and mighty thrones..." Xyn almost fell asleep mid-sentence. "thinking your the high protectors of the good... but all you are is weak... If you used the Dark Side... and used it to gain power... you could control the galaxy to make it the place... everyone wants it to be... peaceful, controlled, and full of justice..."

 

Xyn managed a small smile. "You... you will understand it some day... You will understand... understand the Dark Side... One day... when you finally give in to its power and calling... You will understand..."

 

With the last sentence, the Force filled his body, and suddenly powered it with strength and energy. Xyn used the Force to pull the two sabers he had stolen earlier from the ground into his hands. He ignited the silver blades and thought for a moment... The power of the Dark Side... He let his rage fill him, and it made him stronger, it made him focus. And with this newly found focused, Xyn lunged himself at Aryian, managing a powerful, deadly swing toward the Jedi's back...

 

The Jedi do this... backstabbing... the Jedi are the backstabbers... Not the Sith... It is the Jedi who backstab themselves, are dishonest with their own selves, because they are forced to fear something that makes them better off for using it... It is the Jedi's fault they are weak... No one elses...

Edited June 12, 2005 by Guest

[Nom Anor's avenger]

OOC: Man, I am on fire with the good combacks this week.

 

IC: Nom whipped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, letting the red liquid fall to the ground. He laughed out loud, making sure Quietus could hear him. This duel was more than just a contest of the physical.

 

"Maybe that is a good idea, since you obviously can't do it yourself. Does the big mean Sith Master need to his own master to fight the scary Jedi?" Nom spoke in a baby-ish voice, mocking his adversary. Getting inside Quietus' head was a tactic Nom didn't use on Coruscant. Perhaps using it now would help.

 

Using the Force, the Jedi Master summond all the pieces of rock into the air. They surrounded the Sith, encasing him in a kind of stone prison. With another flick of his wirst, the small slabs began to spin around Quietus. Some shot themselfs at him while others stayed where they were. The rock hits were so unpredictable that Quietus had trouble blocking them all, slowly the rocks continued to beat down upon the man, creating welts all over his skin. Finally, Nom directed the pieces of durocrete to ram the Sith Master all at once, making it impossible to block them all. The Jedi Master watched as hundreds of small rock slabs hurtled themselves at the Sith Master traveling faster at each passing second.

[Kayla Mhin]

Kayla blinked slowly as Renin's eyes bored into hers, an intense look passing between the two. For a moment time froze and Kayla forgot where she was, that she was on a planet during a fierce battle between good and evil. For a moment, a very brief moment, she even almost forgot who she was; a Jedi.

 

Suddenly realitly crashed down on her again and she shoved the Sith back off of her and rolled to her feet, flipping her lightsaber up into a defensive position and preparing to attack.

 

"Kayla, listen..." Came the urgent, disembodied voice of Ser'a, Kayla's mother. "Go..." Kayla stopped suddenly, 'go'? Go where? In the Force she suddenly felt a disturbance, something was wrong, although Kayla didn't know what. "Go! The voice repeated urgently and Kayla complied.

 

The Sith suddenly flew backwards as an enourmous invisible ball of Force energy smashed into him, pinning him to the wall briefly. The wall crumbled as Kayla concentrated, pulling at the wall with the Force and collapsing it on top of the Sith.

 

Turning quickly, she ran, allowing the Force to guide her, lead her to where she was supposed to go. As she ran through the trees, she was aware of a presence with her, one she recognized as her mother. What was the urgency? She had to wonder.

[Aero]

Aero watch Syn very closely. "Paradise awaits us.. lets take it".

She smiled evily and nodded to him. Something about him totally made her feel.... motivated?

 

Her now black hair was tied up and her loose, black shirt went with the breeze. She was prepared to fight like mad. Still getting used to her saber, she hesitated. Her siringes and almost all her other weapons were on the ship. But she had a few tricks up her sleeve....

 

Glaring at Shy-Ree and started forward, she'd take her out... LIKE NOW!! Lunging at her, she swung aiming for her mid-section.

Edited June 12, 2005 by Guest

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp had not come to his padawan's defense. All he had done was silently watch a battle between the Sith Lord and his Padawan. there seemed to be more to this battle then two factions battling it out for supremcy. Nor did it completly seem like the good vs evil battle between Jedi and Sith. Scorp however was very much on the edge. Through out this battle he had been prepared to jump down there and lend a hand. However each time he had backed off. This was a dangerous game he knew. However something may come of this.

 

Suddenly he became suprised as a strange scene unfolded before him. this Sith... He could feel the Sith's emotions. Had the heat of battle forged something. Now this was dangerous. Scorp calmed himself he was sure his padawan could handle this.

[Lord Yuusou Ekimora]

Yuusou stood at the entrance to the ship, tossing his dagger then catching it, looking out before the battle scene takeing place. "Well looks like a lovely battle, I wish I could join them but I will be of no use." frowning at his defenselessness "My sword and dagger would be destroyed against a lightsabers, and a saber set on stun would do little."

 

He continued to peer out and noticed there were people running all around the but didn't see Silla anywhere. "She couldn't have gotten to far." He stepped out and drew both sword and dagger, and began to run and look for Silla.

[Lionchilde]

Silla tried vainly to focus her mind, to concentrate on the Force, but everything remained a confused jumble of sounds, sensations, smells, fear.

 

"Your own fear is defeating you..." the voice said, becoming a bit stern now.

 

Silla bit back a caustic response and drew a shaky breath. Her palms planted flat on the ground in front of her, she tried to push herself up again, this time making it half way before landing on her back. Rolling onto her side, she grit her teeth in frustration, and then felt the vibrations of a pair of booted feet pounding toward her at a deliberate run.

 

Finally, the feet stopped just in front of her.

[Hou-Jo Poleb]

((2))

 

The momentum of Kakuto's blade was suddenly halted as it met an invisible barrier created by the Force. A blur of purple collided with Kakuto's lightsaber driving it into the ground below the two combatants. A quick spin and his lightsaber was pushed high into the air, leaving him vulnerable. Hou-Jo then dropkicked his opponent right in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. Hou-Jo landed on his free hand and kept himself aloft on it, pushing himself into the air and landed on his feet once more. With the heavy assistance of the Force, the visible spectrum was divided to reveal the colors of the rainbow, swirling all about Kakuto, causing him to become confused, nauseous, and blinded all at once. The flash of colors was then followed by a staccato burst of violent noise.

 

The Rainbow Storm had cleared, but before Kakuto could recover fully, a fountain from the Dojo, normally meant to calm those who might meditate, was used to strike the Dark Lord of the Sith in his shoulder, dislocating it. Hou-Jo flew down upon his enemy, locking their respective weapons together again, this time pushing Kakuto against the ground...

[Renin Santur]

Under the rocks and dust, layed Renin unconsious. His eyes closed and his body limped. All he could see was darkness from the cover of his eye lids and the color of his soul. But then Renin saw a tiny dot of light, that was breaking through the blackness.

 

Renin.......Renin get up.....

 

A voice echoed through his head and years. His body grew numb then cold.

 

"Am...Am I dead?"

 

No you fool. Not yet.....

 

"Who...who are you?"

 

Son, dont you reconize your own father?

 

The light brokw in completley. A garden and fountain appeared. John Skywalker sat on the gardens rim in his black robe. His hair was short and white, sorta like Renin's.

 

" Where are we?"

 

The Gradens of the force my son.

 

" Why am I hear?"

 

John stood up and lifted his hand. he placed his hand on Renins shoulder and smiled.

 

Your in love my son. Take that love and never let go of it.

 

Renin sprung from the rocks, panting hard and trying to catch his breath. He rose slowly trying to pull him self up and wondering what the hell has just happen. The Sith held his head and then ran after the Jedi named Kayla. He turned the corner to see her standing over a women who seemed to be hurt. Doing what he must do, he turned his saber on and rose it to a defensive position.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian looked over his shoulder, using the last of his force energy to sustain a field around Xyn, freezing his muscles completely. Aryain reached out, took the sabers from his tight hands, disignited them, and reattached them to his belt.

 

"You think I am afraid of the dark side? That I haven't used it before? That I haven't given in to my rage, my hatred, my pain? You think that I am one of those Jedi that sits upon a throne of gold, build by sweat and blood of others? You think that I haven't thought about just letting loose, to betray my bretheren, to give myself purely to the force and take from it what it takes from me, to be true with the force? You think I haven't thought about that?"

 

Aryian turned to face him, seeing the twisted face of the youth contorted with a look of rage. What had started off softly now began to slowly rise in volume, and Aryian's force aura began to draw upon itself, magnifying and increasing to normal proportions.

 

"Then you are wrong. I have felt the dark side more than possibly any other Jedi in my order, and just as many times I have seen that it is the weaker of the two. To serve yourself instead of serving others is greedy and foolish, and only leads you down the path of pain and suffering. I do understand, Xyn, I understand all too well, I understand the great many things the dark side has to offer, and yet I have also seen the light."

 

Aryian's voice was almost to a half-yell by now, the memories of his past rage and pain building up inside of him. His aura grew even more, this time with a little hint of the dark side.

 

"It constantly draws me towards it like I am attached to a rope and have no other chioce but to pull back. You speak of peace, but do you really understand yourself what peace is? Peace is freedom to think, and freedom, as I have come to understand, only manifests itself in death."

 

His force connection was more massive now than when he first came here, far beyond any normal levels of force he should have been able to summon to him. It was growing darker by the second as Aryian remembered more and more. Geki turning him fully for the first time. The battle on Ryloth. The darksider in this very temple. His past, when he killed the two Sith lords, and when he killed his best friend by accident as a Youth, all hit him suddenly, with painful reality.

 

"But you see, young Xyn..."

 

He relaxed, letting all the bad feelings flit away, the Dark side that he tapped into growing weak.

 

"...I have learned to control myself. Now, witness the light."

 

The force inside of him, by now pure light side energies, burst forth from him, a pyre in the black shadow the Sith had cast over this place. Warm light side force bathed over all at the Temple grounds, making the Sith recoil, and the Jedi regain their confidence in themselves.

 

Now is the time my bretheren, let us turn back these mongrels like the dogs they are...

 

Xyn, at ground zero of Aryian's massive force shockwave, collapsed as Aryian let down the field around him, the dark side drained from him like water from a sponge. He was unconscious...

 

Good. Another less casualty in this bloody mess...pity he believes that, though...

 

The force radiating from him, he made his way to where he sensed the nearest Jedi, Darex. Unfortunately, when he got there, there was already several Sith there, with the force levels of apprentices. His blades sprang to his hands, igniting, and he confronted the Sith head on, next to Darex and another Jedi.

 

"It is unwise of you to confront us like this. Darex, let's take them."

 

Aryian surged forwards, blades slicing out at Syn and Aero, knocking their blades aside in an unexpected move as Aero lunged, and sweeping back around for a shot through each of their chests. Something fuzzy, a force presence, though very small, buzzed nearby. As he swung, he zapped out a quick force message.

 

Armenia, if that's you, we could use a little help...

Edited June 12, 2005 by Guest

[Zane Arclyte]

Zane scoped out the planet below, noticing on his scanners several Light Side and Dark Side signatures on the surface. Most of them were in active combat, though something sent off a rather immense amount of Light Side energy in a dense area of forest.

 

He landed somewhat close to the burst, and exited his ship, staying as inconspicuous as possible; he was sure with this many Force Users around, that he was going to be noticed eventually. Whatever he was planning on doing it fast and getting the hell off of the battle-ridden planet.

 

He saw that a Sith Lord looked rather intent on sending a lightsaber into Kayla Mhin, who was not too far away, standing over a woman. He also saw Aryian Darkfire off to the other side, preparing for battle.

 

...I'll get to you later Kayla. Don' get yerself too banged up, y'hear? He ignited the long tight fencing beam of his lightsaber and joined sides with Aryian. "Don' suppose you'd appreciate an extra blade?" Zane smirked.