Borleias

[Jarlaxle]

Jarlaxle seen the light saber coming for his gut he tryed to twist his body to avoid the swing but instead got a rather nasty cut along the side of his ribs "Damn that hurt" He said under his breath. He was in trouble his back ached and his ribs were starting to bleed his attacks were pure offence, One light saber went towards Xyn's face, The other went for his legs causing him to jump up and block a thrust at the same time. Jarlaxle seen the opening and launched a spinning heel kick into Xyns exposed side. Xyn crashed into a tree much like Jarlaxle had except Xyn nearly bent in half. Jarlaxle rushed at Xyn giving no ground.One light saber went to stab him in the heart but Xyn rolled out of the way avoiding a nasty cut across his back, the other light saber went for Xyn's arm, Xyn tryed to block the attack but in his bad postion took another cut across his arm He screamed now Jarlaxle backed off before he doubled over in pain himself.

[Lionchilde]

((Ugh...the Jedi in me cringes here, but I find some that over the top for a padawan, Jarlaxle. Especially the two sabers...sorry, I've gotta give it to Xyn.))

[Xyn Ossek]

Xyn bent over in pain from the cuts Jarlaxle had made on his back and arm as the Jedi backed away. Xyn immediately fed off this pain and turned it into hate and anger. He stood up and lunged himself at Jarlaxle, slamming his saber into one of Jarlaxle's, then into the other of Jarlaxle's sabers, hitting back and forth, wearing out Jarlaxle by the second.

 

Xyn fed off his rage and hate for this Jedi infront of him - and fed off the cuts on his back to fuel the anger in him. He slammed his saber into the Jedi's right saber, then quickly spun around and made an undercut, taking the arm off from the elbow down. Jarlaxle stared in silence, but in so much pain. Using this pause, Xyn quickly made another cut, taking off yet another of Jarlaxle's arms.

 

The Jedi went to his knees, unable to hold himself any longer. Xyn pulled one of Jarlaxle's sabers from the ground into his hand with the Force, and ignited the grey blade. With his red and grey blades so close to burning Jarlaxle's skin and neck, Silla's voice echoed in his mind...

 

There is no honor in killing when a life can be spared... the voice echoed in his mind. It wasn't Silla actually speaking to him, but the memory rechanting itself in his mind.

 

But another voice intruded in his head as Jarlaxle looked up at him with pleading eyes for mercy. Kill him. came his Master's, Kakuto, voice in his head. Do it.

 

And with that, Xyn had no choice. He lashed the sabers in opposite directions, cleanly beheading the Jedi, as the head rolled to the ground with still pleading eyes.

 

Xyn sighed and reflected on the moment - and decided he had done the right thing. His goal was to become the most powerful being he could be - and only by doing dark deeds would he achieve this power. It was that simple.

 

He took the Jedi's lightsabers and hooked them onto his belt. Trophies. He also picked up the head of the Jedi, as if it were a game ball, and decided to give it to his Master as a gift...

 

Trophies and a gift...

[Renin Santur]

((Alrighty Im might be gone half of tomorrow and all the way to Sunday, so wait up on me. Oh an no one is aloud to interfere.))

 

Renin smiled as he began to pace side to side with great anticipation. He stopped the minute Darex began to stand and then he turned the two sabers back on. They sprung forth from the handle with a crackling hiss that was followed by a calm vibrating sound. The Sith Lord rose his blades up to his side and pointed them upward. When the Jedi apprentice had fully rose his lightsaber, Renin put his right blade outward, pointing it to the left, and rose his left blade behind it, pointing it upward. The sabers made the form of a cross. The red blades sat still as well as Renin's body. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his force aura, causing his strength and power to expand.

 

Slowly, Darth Caedes took a step forward with his right foot towards Darex. Then he took another step forward with his left forward. Sensing fear of losing in Darex's thoughts, Caedes gave a smile. He absorbed fear like it was water.

 

Fear was only another sign of pain and weakness. That fear and weakness was only another form of food for power and Renin's power was hungry. It was hungry for the weakness and fear in this pathetic scum of a Jedi.

 

The Sith Lord's steps begun to speed up until he was actually running. His speed was enhanced by the force and his strength was as well. Renin's feet barley touched the ground as he sped forward at Darex. Caedes did a twirl as he launched himself into the air, spinning his blades on the side of him. When he landed on the ground in front of the Jedi, the Sith's saber had collided with the Jedi's. Renin smiled as he had his back turned against Darex and his right saber locked with his blue, after landing from his launch. Caedes turned and faced the Jedi, then pushed him off his saber. Darex stumbled back until Renin flipped and slammed his foot into the Jedi's jaw.

 

The Sith then landed onto the ground and force pushed the Jedi into a wall. Then he tackled the the Jedi through the wall, shortly after he had been slammed into it. The wall crumbled as the two force users came through it, now located out side. Darex impacted the ground, with Renin still pushing him, and slid through the dirt and grass. The Sith Lord pushed off Darex and landed on the grass away from his enemy.

 

He rose his blades back up into a defensive position and waited for any attack, so he could parry.

 

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[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Having been asked to rule on the Karma thermal attack. The constant use of thermals in that situation was a bit outrageous. However, Xyn, in the future, please notify a mod instead of trying to null the action yourself.

[Raynuk Montar]

Quietus growled and rolled back to his feet.

 

"Pathetic Jedi..."

 

Grunting and growling through the pain, Quietus reached up, and cauterized his wounded shoulder together. And turned back to Nom. The two Masters were facing off once more, slowly circling eachother with their lightsabers drawn. There was a slow rumble, and both combatants looked up for a moment, and saw that more of the ceiling and surrounding walls were falling slowly. As the two looked back at eachother, Quietus narrowed his eyes and sprang on the Jedi, putting force behind his swing, causing his arm to swing faster, and harder. His green saber clashed with Nom's, but the force and direction of the swing required Nom to block the saber with both of his. Quietus pushed harder on Nom, forcing the Jedi to take two cautious steps back. But of course, Nom was now defenceless from Quietus' other saber.

 

With a grin, Quietus spun his saber around in his free hand, and stabbed his saber through Nom's shoulder.

 

The two Masters ere both beaten, and both bloody. They were slowly tireing themselves and eachother out.

 

With the stab complete, Quietus sent a boot to Nom's stomach, and sent him skidding across the floor.

[Kakuto Ryu]

Kakuto Ryu was quite familiar with the long saber that Talon had been using to wail on him. Two rivaling duelists, Kakuto had to fight this once before. Talon, the victor of the last fight, had let the then Sith Lord survive the fight for reasons unknown. Talon had been a Jedi Master--just as he was now--but Kakuto since had ascended from Lord to Master, and from Master to become the Dark Lord. He had learned much, and had become much stronger. Kakuto may not have been able to best the Jedi Master the first time, but he had great confidence in his strengthened ability; though Talon was still impossibly challenging to get the drop on.

 

Kakuto swung his blades Talon rapidly as if beating on a drum, bringing his sabers down onto Talon's horizontal saber with rapid thunderous cracks, breaking down the Jedi Master's defense slowly. The long range of the saber brought Kakuto's attack to an end quickly, as a swift twist of Talon's wrist threatened to remove the Dark Lord's legs. Kakuto dove forward over the top of the Jedi as the lightsaber went to his front, the unwieldiness of the long saber keeping him from being cut apart as he escaped. Rolling and turning quickly Kakuto's hand went to his side, which ached horribly from the deep gash Talon had put in it. Blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth, a few of his "less important" organs speared from that last attack. His hatred swelled within him.

 

Kakuto's mechanical wrist opened again and his second lightsaber receded within, stored for later use. Kakuto Ryu only used the second blade for very specific kinds of attacks, most of which where no longer advantageous pursuits. Kakuto shifted his platinum lightsaber to his mechanical hand as his rage built. The muscles in his face tensed up and his burnt skin cracked, blood leaking from the creases in his cheeks. His teeth grit as his pain worsened, the hole in his side leaking blood slowly out onto his armor.

 

War! Death! Pain! Hate! Rage! Murder! Horror! Gore! Blood! Blood! Blood! BLOOD!

 

Blood Everywhere, Blood all over his front from the Jedi he crushed, blood in his hair from the arms he tore off of her, blood on his arm from the hand that pierced Poleb's heart, blood from the hole in his chest, blood from the cracks in his face, blood from the gash in his shoulder, blood from the hands that he pinned to Poleb's cross, Kakuto's body was soaked with the crimson fluid. The coppery smell combined with the searing pain from battle was intoxicating to the point of madness, driving Kakuto deeper and deeper into a blood lust euphoria. His hands gripped his head as he stumbled up to his feet, the Dark Rage consuming his sanity and replacing it with strength. Blood Trickled into his eyes and washed color from his vision. Kakuto's shaking hand extended in front of him, bursting into force flames.

 

Kakuto's now bulging red eyes went from his hand to Talon, who had plenty of time to recover. Without another moment's hesitation he charged into the fight, his flaming right hand trailing along his side. Kakuto's lightsaber twisted to block Talon's, his blade catching the horizontal swing. Kakuto kept running, his every motion fueled faster and faster by hate, his platinum blade running along the length of Talon's as he came ever closer, a rain of sparks following in his wake. The Raging Dark Lord reached the Jedi master and quickly his hand thrusted into the ribcage of his Jedi Foe, the searing fingers penetrating deep in his flesh and clasping onto his lowest rib, which he tightened his grip on and tore out with loud tear and a snap. Kakuto's knee shot up and rammed into talon's body, knocking him backward, then after slight delay his body flying backward- shot like a bullet with a burst of the force.

 

Kakuto stood shaking, the rib in his hand still with a little muscle on it. The Dark Lord dropped it, having lost interest as soon as it stopped being a part of his foe. His entire body jerked with short spasms of uncontrolled rage, his eyes never leaving the Jedi Master. The more they fought the more he wanted to fight more. His grin spread wide across his face, revealing the one thing that separated him from others who might try the Dark Rage technique.

 

Control.

 

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Edited June 19, 2005 by Guest

[Darex Trevelian]

((That's fine...have a nice trip.))

 

Darex found himself getting kicked, pushed, and slammed through walls. He let the Sith gain the impression that he was only a weak Padawan with little training, not able to capably defend himself. As he was getting thrown about, he was grateful for the little bit of training he had gotten from Tares Vortex on this very style of fighting.

 

Leaping up off the ground, Darex chose to take the offensive. He drew the Force around him, the Light Side coming to his aid joyfully. He came in, swinging his blade to the right down at Renin’s left ankle. Renin blocked it, but before he could barely complete the block, Darex had raised the attack and repeated it, this time near Renin’s chest. He then flipped his blade to the other side and swung at Renin’s right ankle, then quickly raised it and came down for two strokes downward. He held the lock, Renin’s two sabers forming an x-shape, with Darex’s single blade in the center.

 

Flipping his handle around, Darex struck Renin in the face with the smooth metal and feinted right. As Renin stumbled back, Darex swung high horizontally, and as Renin ducked under the lightsaber, followed it with a wide kick, which landed squarely in Renin’s chest, knocking the wind out of him.

 

The Jedi Knight used that moment of down time to draw on the Force. He used it to speed up his actions, then ran at Renin, flipped over his head, and swung behind him, catching the handle of one of the Sith Lord’s lightsabers and neatly slicing it. He then locked his blade with Renin’s remaining one.

 

“I figured it was about time to even the odds,” he said, still holding the lock. “Your master taught you well.”

 

((1))

[Lionchilde]

((Darsha, if you get back before my next post, I guess we're in the space thread thanks to my darling Xyn...LOL.))

[Nom Anor's avenger]

Nom got to his feet, his shoulder throbbing with pain. Fortunately, the Jedi Master had some knowledge of the healing arts. Nom kept his distance, trying to bide as much time as possible. He kept himself in a concious healing trance as he started to speak.

 

"You call me pathetic, yet you rely on the pain and suffering of others for your power. Just know this: one day you will fight someone you cannot defeat. Their will be no suffering and pain within them. That, is when you will fail."

 

Nom took a deep breath, his look of defiance growing with each passing second.

 

"That day is comming. Each time you use the suffering of others, you depend on it more and more. You are ignorant to your own weakness. For that, I pity you."

 

By the time the Jedi Master finished his spiel, his shoulder was feeling much better. With no other word, Nom sprang into action.

 

The Jedi brought his crimson blade in for a vertical strike, aimed at the cauterized wound of the Sith Master. The attack was easily parried. The counterstrike came quickly, but Nom was ready. His jade green blade came to meet its brother, illuminating the now darkened Jedi meditation room with a brilliant green glow. The Jedi Master spun to his left, bringing both his blades with him.

 

With a powerful motion, the Jedi brought both his lightsabers in a horizontal arc across his body. The blades were frozen in mid-flight by green and orange. Nom held the lock, the side of his body now perpendicular to the Sith Master's chest. The younger Master turned his head to face his opponent, a small smile cracked its way onto his face.

 

As quickly as green and red flashed into existance, they were gone. leaving Quietus to stumble forward, his weight now unbalanced. Perfect timing was in order.

 

As soon as the Sith Master's shoulders got close enough to the ground, his back was left exposed. Green and red pierced the sky once more as they streaked towards the back of the stumbiling Sith Master. The two blades connected, driving themselves into the man's back, going deeper by the second.

[Alora]

A small transport ship landed on the surface, it's lone living occupant relishing in the darkness, the conflict that was on the planet. Death, destruction, screams, terror! Stepping off the craft, the transport then lifted, it's droid pilot returning to it's original port of call. Her own ship was elsewhere... with her lover, wherever he was currently. She had heard the Dark Lords call, had been on another assignment and although results of that weren't quite as she had hoped she had been drawn towards the new conflict like a moth to a flame.

 

Her deep crimson robes had been re-inforced with an armored mesh inlay, making them a few steps more protective than ordinary robes, although she had plans on getting a special set made that were more like armor and less like robes. At least she could take a few more hits before she'd show real damage this way, if that was the way of the Force. She drew the dark energies towards her as she strode confidently towards the battles, taking in the presence of many sith and jedi alike and wondering which she should engage.

 

In her hand was her bird of prey hilt, her first saber and the one that pulsed the most, being more attuned with it than her other which hung from her belt within her robes folds. Alora drew the anger, the hate, the darkness to her, letting it flow through her veins as she made her way silently through the jedi's domain. Off to one side she saw the Dark Lord engaged in vicious battle, his bloodied form causing an excitement within her that she couldn't quite identify, wondering if it were because of his part in her restoration or something else, being that he had been within her mind along with her old Master whom she felt nearby as well, also by his sense, engaged in battle.

 

She scanned the area again, looking for jedi, her hate and anger building to a boiling point to which she needed to release against her enemies...

[Talon]

((Regardless of the outcome, it's been a pleasure yet again. ))

 

Pain- there was only pain. Talon's body freely flew through the air. His dark cloak, wreathed around him like a shadow, began to blend into the dark world around him”¦ his vision was beginning to blur. The seconds slowed to a crawl- dragging by like hours, and there was only the air whipping at the Jedi's face and the blood churning from the hole in the Jedi's chest. His eyes grew heavy, and as the moments slipped by, he lost the strength to keep them open. As his eyes flickered shut, the pain dulled. A great, bright light filled his vision. A being he had seen only once before- in his dreams in the caves of Ilum- materialized out of the mist in his ethereal form. He was bathed in white light, and his white robes fluttered about him as if disturbed by an unfelt wind. Am I dead? Though Talon had spoke no words, the ghostly apparition shook his head. His piercing eyes looked directly through Talon, and he spoke only two words. ”œFight harder.”

[Raynuk Montar]

(oo Cheap shot Now you pay for that. And once again, you forgot. tsk tsk )

 

Quietus did not care what the words of the Jedi were, but he did care that Nom had just made him look like a fool. The point was driven home as the blades swooped down onto his back. The Sith Master felt the blades comming, and smirked secretly, not moving. Now it was his turn to make his opponent look like the fool.

 

The blades connected with Quietus's armored back, and the Sith Master loved the feeling of terror that swept across Nom, as the Jedi's blades fizzled out.

 

(The back of my armor is cortios laced buddy )

 

In that precious moment, Quietus made his move. Kicking his body sideways, he swept Nom's legs from under him, sending the Jedi flailing through the air onto his back. With Nom on his back, Quietus jumped atop the man, and using his lightsabers for clubs, litterally started beating Nom's already bloody face.

 

A moment later it was Quietus was flying as Nom threw the Sith off of him. Quietus landed on his feet, and charged Nom, igniting the green blade, and swinging it downward with one hand, and with the other, he caught Nom's saber, and Nom caught his.

 

 

The two masters were now grappleing with eachother, lightsabers in hand, in the middle of the room, the sounds of fighting dimly filtering through the dojo to where the two were. Every so often, the building rumbled, and small peices of rock fell from the walls and ceiling.

 

(Nom, lets end this)

[Bad karma]

((1 v 1 no interfernce with three post each, mod decides winner You make first move my friend.))

 

Spider watched this man approach him and challenge him. He looked over to Aero and then at his bag. His eyes slowly drifted up to the man and his saber. He dropped his bag on the floor and pulled out his saber. Snap-hiss the crimson blade was there in an instant. He took a defensive stance to watch what his opponent would do.

 

"Aero, move out of the area and go find Nahstaa. I've got business to attend to, and a new jacket to earn."

 

Spider stood there watching the man, they were ten feet apart. Spider wore his trench coat still.

 

"Now, now jedi I thought that you guys weren't supposed to be the aggrsors. So peaceful and so calm? From what I have seen here today, most of you just take the title. No more, you run around claiming to be what you are not." A grin slowly crept onto his face as he waited for the man to attack.[/code]

[Yue]

"There is one thing you are forgetting. We are also protectors of the peace and all you want is to bring choas."

 

With that Yue force blasted the ground to knock up dust and gravel into his oppents face allowing him to charge and land a kick in his solar plex follwed by a series of slashes that were blocked but they were done weakly. Soon his attacks were blocked strongly and wasn't gaining any ground. They were near a group of rocks that made a jaged wall. With that as a back drop Yue force blasted spider into the rocks sending him hard into the wall. Spider lowered his saber due to impact which alound Yue to strike Spider with his elbow with force speed in the face and send him off into another direction. Spider recovered and now charged and put them into a block attack squence that showed what Yue most of what Spider was capable of sword wise. Yue ducked under a swing knocked Spider off his feet and force blasted him away, but he recovered before he hit ground making him slide along the ground.

 

"Now I can see why you might need that little bag of tricks you have."

 

(1)

Life is only wasted by those who waste it

[Bad karma]

((try not to post so many attacks and my actions agaisnt them please))

 

Spider arose from the ground slowly, acting as if he was truely hurt.

 

Spider rolled with the others first cheap shot with the dust and the following onslaught. He allowed a few blows in as he observered his opponents style.

 

"Protectors of the peace you say? Rather funny when you can't even fight an honerable duel."

 

Spider charged at the man, he concentrated his hate and allowed it to flow throughout him. He could feel it as it gave him strengh as it gave him power. He fainted an attack to the left before gracefully jumping over the man's head. He gently landed behind him swinging his saber. It looked like he got the mans calf before he was able to swing around to face him.

 

Trowa jumped backwards. "Well, I suppose if a jedi can fight dirty so can I."

 

Spider slid his trench off of him. It reveled all of his armnents just about. But the only thing he had of use right now was on his wrist. He pointed them outwards and opened up on Yue.

 

Flames twisted and danced out of the bounty hunter style flame throwers on his wrist. He could feel his left arm heating up but his right was nothing but metal and wires. The flames twisted and swirled around Yue now.

 

Spider cut the fire out and dropped them off his wrist as they fell to the ground, empty. He flipped up out of the tree he was in and went for a blow to the mans head, as he stood their clothes aflame.

 

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[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Isolder ship burst from space. The Blademaster and his padawan descended carefully to the planet's surface. Isolder could sense emotions ran high here. A battle was obviously going on. He scanned for Ara's ship, but did not find it. Isolder beckoned Kai-Jon to follow him outside the ship.

 

"I am not picking up signs of Ara's ship. How we beat her here in that junk of a shuttle I don't know."

 

Borleais was a forest planet. The dense wood prevented them from seeing any great distance.

 

"We could wait for her arrival, or try to find the other Jedi battling. What do you think?"

 

Isolder sensed much pain as several individual fights were being waged over the planet's surface. He was eager to rush in to help. But he knew having patience would yield better results for all.

[Aero]

"Aero, move out of the area and go find Nahstaa. I've got business to attend to, and a new jacket to earn."

 

Alyssa watched Spider as he looked at the other man. She didn't want to leave him, but she knew that if she stayed, only bad luck would come, so she quickly exited the scene. She would find Nahstaa to see what she should do.....

 

(ooc: a really crappy post... but w.e....)

[Dagon]

The end will come not with a bang, but a whisper...

 

::Ahriman appeared on the battlefield in full armor, but made no effort to engage. His armor was more to protect his identity than because he fealt he would be in combat. Only a fool would engage him, but fools flock to battles such as this.::

[Silence]

Silence's ship dropped through the atmosphere, and landed on the surface of borelais. Disembarking the ship, the bounty hunter took one look at ahriman, and fell to the ground laughing, pointing at the man as he rolled around. Finally pulling himself out of his laughing fit, he ran away giggling like a school girl.

[Dagon]

::Silence finds that he cannot stop laughing, and that his idiotic grin has been plastered to his face for the rest of his life.::

[Ara-Lai Kaipi]

Ara landed her ship carefully, making sure she was in the clear. She walked out and took Ryu out from his trailer. The dragon let out an indignant snort and began to stretch his legs before plopping down onto the earth.

 

"Don't get too comfy," Ara admonished. "Either you help me search the place, or you go back in the trailer." Ryu seemed to roll his eyes and stood back up with a flap of his wings. The Jedi grinned. "Search it is." She hopped on his back and looked to Raziel, who was just getting out of the ship.

 

"Would you rather travel by, er, mount or by foot? You can come with me, if you prefer it."

[Kakuto Ryu]

((OOC: Let me just say that I have incredible respect for you. You're a damn good RPer, without a doubt my favorite Jedi. You stay in character, you post about getting pissed, and best of all; you're an outstanding duelist. I look forward to doing this again some day. Best damn duel I've done in a while. Very hard. Extremely thought provoking))

 

Kakuto's emotion was drained from him, and he lay all but defeated; on the ground with his back to the Jedi, a large hole in his thigh mere centimeters below his right kidney. Dirt slowly working it”˜s way into his mouth, Kakuto felt almost no pain, his feeling robbed of him by the Jedi. Talon stood in prime killing position, the Dark Lord's mind low in activity to the point of near vegetation. Slowly thoughts passed through his consciousness.

 

Powerful... for a Jedi... He's... in my head... robbing my hate... Abashed, the devil stood... and felt how awful goodness is... and felt how awful goodness is... this may be the end...

 

Kakuto snapped, another stronger emotion rising taking over, one that even Talon couldn't undo. It was primal drive that existed in everything; a simple will to preserve one's own existence. Kakuto's will to survive couldn't be stifled by Talon”˜s aura, and as the Jedi rose his saber into the air for a final stab it set forth a sort of chain reaction, his will to fight, his will to conquer, and most importantly his great anger at Talon rebuilt within him, rapidly restoring his strength.

 

Get out of my head!

 

Lightsaber still in hand, Kakuto flipped over and parried the finishing blow, raising to his feet quickly with the aid of the force, then grabbing onto Talon's wrist. With the Maroon lightsaber held at bay Kakuto struck at Talon's body, the duelists less than a meter apart. Talon countered with the gold saber, and was easily able to hold off against the badly wounded Sith. Kakuto jumped back as Talon struck, dislodging the maroon lightsaber from the Jedi's hand as he let go of the wrist. Hurling the saber away, Kakuto stood in searing agony, his body purged of the calming aura but reawakened to his own pain. Still, the duelists' silence remained.

 

That silence came naturally. Talon knew that his rhetoric was a waste on The Dark Lord, just as Kakuto knew that nothing would change Talon's view, but it was not for this reason that neither spoke. It was something else. Something else entirely. An unspoken respect between the two. Wasting time with the pointless ramblings that were used so often but persuaded so few would only serve to cheapen the experience. It came from a warrior's pride rarely seen but from the Mandalorians. If Talon and Kakuto hadn't fallen onto opposite sides of the great war the two mortal foes may have been the best of friends.

 

Kakuto's pain fueled his hate stronger and stronger. Talon's attempt to purge him of his anger brought him greater fury; his self-control threatened by the Jedi's attempt to dope him into submission. His fury brought him new strength, which would serve to counter the damage he had taken.

 

Kakuto lashed out violently, his blade coming forth in quick precise strikes. The silver and gold lightsabers flew through the air, blindingly bright in contrast to the darkness, the sun completely blocked out by massive clouds of smoke. The two battled, silent except for the hum of the blades and the crack of their impacts. The two masters of force pressed on harder, each battling intensely as though the fate of the universe hung in the balance. With a flash the saber locked, the strength of the warriors--one of serenity and one of rage--pit directly opposite. With final decisive move Kakuto took a hand off his lightsaber and brought it around to the hammer on his back, forfeiting the saber lock. Talon's victory in the lock allowed him opportunity to strike, slashing a deep a crescent moon shaped burn in the Dark Lord's chest. Kakuto's hammer swung around from his back and crashed into Talon's leg, shattering his femur and sending waves of force lightning through his body.

 

Talon was sent stumbling to the ground, his leg now useless. Blood leaked slowly out of the cut in Kakuto's armor, the eight pointed start on the breastplate now completely indecipherable. Kakuto's grinned once more, looking down on the wounded Jedi. The battle was nearly over...

 

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Edited June 19, 2005 by Guest

[Nom Anor's avenger]

((Since when is the ol'lightsaber deactivation trick a cheap shot? BTW thanks for telling me Quietus' back was laced in cortios. That would have been good to know before hand...))

 

 

The four sabers remained in-between the two Masters, trying to press further, but to no avail. The Strength of Nom and Quietus had dissipated over the course of the battle. The question was, who could operate without strength the longest?

 

Nom had an irking feeling that he was not that person. He had to make his final stand.

 

The Jedi Master moved both his weapons to his right, making sure not to separate his own lightsabers from his enemy's. Quietus had no choice but to follow, or else he would create and pathway starting at Nom's crimson blade, and ending at the Sith's head.

 

With one final surge of energy, the Jedi Master launched a knee directed at the Sith Master's stomach. The attack connected because of the opening Nom had created. It was obvious that the attack caused Quietus little pain, but that was not its intent. The knee had forced the Sith to take a few steps backwards, separating the two combatants.

 

This was Nom's last chance.

 

With one final burst of every last bit of power he could muster, the Jedi Master shot his hand forward, pointing it directly at the evil presence in front of him.

 

A look of terror almost made its way onto his face.

 

The Sith Master was doing the same thing.

 

The two blasts of Force energy collided in the middle of the room, sending a silent tremor out in every direction. Durocrete shook, and the room began to rumble, dropping plastered debris everywhere.

 

The Jedi Master could no longer see. A mixture of sweet and blood had merged along his face, causing his eyesight to loose focus. He poured every fiber of concentration and even consciousness into his Force blast that was still stuck in the middle of the room. The two unseen projectiles kept pushing into each other, each trying to overpower the other, causing blocks of durocrete to fall randomly.

 

Suddenly, as if giving up the fight, the two Force blasts just slipped past each other, now heading right for their intended targets. Neither Master had enough energy to form any kind of resistance. The two Force waves slammed into Quietus and Nom at the exact same moment, sending both rocketing through the air, almost faster than a sniper bullet.

 

Nom could feel the wind leave him as an invisible fist lodged itself into his stomach, knocking him backwards. Before he could even begin to figure out what was going on, his back slammed against the wall with the force of a battering ram. He could faintly hear the sound of metal hitting durocrete as Quietus made contact with the wall as well.

 

The two Master fell to the ground motionless, both knocked unconscious by the sudden impact.

 

Unfortunately, the Jedi Dojo was not as strong as it used to be.

 

The force of the impact had done little damage to the Jedi and Sith compared to what it did to the structure containing them. The room began to shake harder than ever, as if an earthquake suddenly struck.

 

A random pillar began to topple like a bowling pin. It didn't take long before it came crashing towards the ground, as if pushed by an unseen force. It slammed into another pillar standing only meters away, creating a domino effect. Pillar after pillar began to fall, taking the ceiling down with it. With a powerful crash and a large cloud of dust, half of the Jedi Dojo collapsed, crushing anyone, Jedi and Sith alike, within a twenty meter radius.

[Raynuk Montar]

(Note: Just so everyone understands, what just happened between me and Nom just completely destroyed the Jedi Dojo.)

 

Quietus smashed into the wall following the twin blasts from the Masters, he grunted almost uncontrolably, and groaned as he came to slowly following the impact. The Sith looked up, and realized just what was happening. The Jedi Dojo was simply crashing in upon itself, and there was no way to stop it. The Sith Master stumbled to his feet, and looked over to Nom to see the same had happened to him.

 

This was the time to strike. There was little reason that Quietus felt he should care about if he lived or not. He would rather kill Nom, and have a slim chance of survival. As Quietus stalked across the room to kill Nom.

 

But as he moved across the room, it became more and more apparent that getting to Nom would be nearly impossible. Larger and larger chunks of the Dojo continued to crash to the floor, causing Quietus to dodge them as the fell.

 

By the time Quietus got to the middle of the room, the entire ceiling came down around him, and the walll to which Nom was still slumped against fell inward towards the middle of the room with a thunderous crash.

 

Quietus barely managed to roll backwards, away from the rubble. He came to a rest on his side, and watched the rest of the room collapsed down. From Quietus's vantage point, Nom was dead, squashed like the bug he was under the wall that came down on top of him.

 

Smirking, knowing that he won, Quietus again scrambled to his feet, and ran out of the Dojo as the entire complex imploded on itself.

[Nahstaa]

Turning towards the temple as it began to shudder, nahstaa simply shook his head. Why waste your energy destroying buildings when you can destroy people. As the dust and rubble flew everywhere, slicing those who were unaware, nahstaa pushed against it, creating a shield around himself and aero, who had joined him. When the dust settled, he saw quietus stumbling away from the ruins, bloody and bleeding.

 

Moving over to the man, he said

 

"Are you staying, or heading back to mimban for healing?"

[Alora]

Alora turned her head, observing from a distance as the dojo crumbled. A feeling of savagery had come over her as she watched the duel between the Dark Lord and the Jedi, it was so inspiring to see Kakuto in action. Her attention now on the figure coming out of the rubble she moved gracefully towards her old Master.

 

"Nice piece of handy work there Master Quietus."

 

Nodding towards Nahstaa she added,

 

"I'm guessing this is why my mission was put on hold?"

[Raynuk Montar]

Quietus turned back to watch the last peices of the Dojo crumble to the ground, and then turned back to face Alora and Nahstaa.

 

"No, I will not be returning to Mimban until we are finished here. None of my injuries hinder my abilities. I am still as deadly as ever... As for your mission Alora, I had no knowledge of your mission, so I dont know."

 

He then focused behind the two, and looked around the area. Many bodies were spread out on the ground, and scatted among the bodies, there were still fights that raged.

 

"How goes the battle out here?"

[Nom Anor's avenger]

Nom's legs pumped with tiredness, they had been pushed far passed their limit. The Jedi Master ran from the temple, trying to get as far away as possible. He played the last few minutes within his mind. He remembered it like it it was happening at this very moment...

 

((Flash back))

 

Blurs of colors and shadow swirled within Nom's vision. They slowly began form to together, becoming one. The room was covered in rock, random pieces of durocrete littered the ground, making it impossible to see. Fortunatly for Nom, a half-broken pillar lay dormant above him, shielding him from any oncomming debris. The Jedi Master got to all fours, stretching out with the Force to find his opponent. He found him, laying on an untouched, yet condemmed, strech of floor.

 

Nom made his way over to his silent enemy, sidestepping any blocks of ceiling that decided to fall. A red streak of crimson ignighted the room, sending the particiles of dust into a faint red glow. This was his chance to stop Quietus' reign of terror forever, to save hundreds of lives that would surely end by the point of his blade. The crimson lightsaber hovered only inches from the uncoincious neck of the Sith. Nom only had to drop it, and it would all be over.

 

He hesitated, Quietus was defenseless.

 

That dosen't matter, Nom thought to himself How many defeneless people did he kill? I have to do this....

 

Nom's mind told him to continue, yet his arms did not listen. They still remained frozen, holding the red lightsaber. With a deep breath, the red pillar of light flashed out of existance.

 

He couldn't do it.

 

With a shake of his head, Nom turned to leave the Sith Master to his fate. He was almost out of the room before an idea shot into his head. He carefully made his way over to the body of the unconcious Sith Master, bent over and picked up something silver. The handle was excatly like Nom remembered it. Without making a sound, the Jedi Master slipped the lightsaber onto his belt and silently left the complex, knowing Quietus would wake up at any moment.

 

((/flash back))

 

A sharp schreech from a nearby bird brought Nom back to his senses. He had to figure out a course of action. There was still numorus duels going on despite the destruction of the Jedi Dojo. The Jedi Master continued running through the forest, heading towards any Jedi who still needed help.

[Yue]

((Flame throwers. crud))

 

The pain from flame had attacked him again, but he was able to repeal Spider by Force blasting him in air sending him flying through the air. The flame was spreding to all of his clothes and forced yue to drop all of his upper robes. His bottom was charred but not a flame. Once again he had suffer burns that scared his body and reminded him of his last battle. Anger started to distract him unitl he saw spider had came at him again. Yue blocked and locked into a stalemate. Yue leaned into the block and saw spider twisted grin as well as the fact that he knew I was angered. Yue lost blance due to hit on his calf and was forced to drop and roll back so he could catch his enemy with round house to his right side. Yue regained his blanced and let the force flow through him like a flood. Yue was able to almost perdecit the attacks and deliver a series of slashs that caught his oppent off guard. When spider slipped because of this with the force pouring through Yue, he servered spider's left arm and with force speed back flipped away from Spider. He landed bow legged, but ready.

 

"Your right I have not lived up to my title or responablities. Unfortunetly for you I have remebered what we are and what we stand for, and because of that this battle is already over."

 

(2)

Life is only wasted by those who would waste it.