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Kirlocca could sense to growing presence through the haze. It was familiar to him, yet not so much as a friend or a constant enemy. The Jedi Master knew he had engaged whomever was on the surface before, but when? He attempted to stay connected to the Force and sense out what he was feeling, but his own sense of understanding the situation was growing as the ship got closer towards the surface. 

 

<< Pilot, open the hatch, make a swop flyby and then take off and await my signal. If you don't receive it within ten minutes- don't return. I'll be departing on your flyby. Johan, trust in the Force. >>

 

Kirlocca then walked back towards the hatch and prepared himself for the jump. This would be a fight much different then the one he had on Mon Cal. He knew that only because the Force was already telling him that. As the door opened, the Wookiee took a deep breath and held his lightsaber in his paw for a moment, letting the energy of the planet swirl around him. When the Force spoke, he leapt out of the ship and towards the landing pad of the space port of the city. Even as he landed, he began to use the Force to control his breathing, to allow the Force itself to sustain him on small traces as to allow for him to be on the surface without needing a mask. Reaching out to Johan through the Force, he spoke within his mind. "Johan, let the trace amounts of air in your lungs hold you. The Force can sustain you. Trust in it." Now, the Jedi Master began to feel out where he needed to go. 

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Johan blinked for a moment before doing as his master had said. "I suppose I will await your signal or a call for assistance then master" Johan sent mildly exasperated at the elder Jedi's exit, though also mildly amused at the thought of the Sith forces reaction to a magic Wookie dropping on them from above. He checked his gear and flicked on his radio "Anyone friendly forces in the area need assistance or evac?" he sent out over the comms network and leaned against the wall to wait, casting out his senses.

 

((This is and open invitation, I don't want to get wrecked by a master+ level, but if anyone of Padawan to knight (or equivalent) wants a duel or anyone wants another player acting in and reacting to their area of the battle feel free to contact me in some way))

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Around the great mountain of filth, a world continued to die, bleeding away into the void of the Maw. The sands beneath his bulk had been sterilized even down to the bacterial and fungal life that had made up the majority of the industrial world’s flora.  The world seemed to shift and surge, tectonic plates crashing like the titans of the underworld beneath the power of the Force.

 

Yet...

 

There was another presence that stood out against the background of death and gluttony. A song that was opposed to the resplendent beat of the heart of the revel. The Wookiee and his Apprentice. The Hutt smiled in the heart of the storm. How many of this Kiralocca’s apprentices had he killed? What was one more death in this storm? A voice leered, distorted by the lensing of the storm, erupting around the Jedi like the volcanoes about them,

 

<<Come then, Kiralocca. Let us have a fight, blade to blade. The fate of a world hangs in the balance.>>

 

A drifting laughter came then from the shifting sands, rippling them like waves.

 

<<I won’t explode a shuttle this time, I swear. Geki is long dead, just as is Ar-Pharazon. Against me fell Darex and Fitt, Dahar and all the others. Will your fate be different?>>

 

The Hutt would await them, in the heart of the broken city, beside a still running fountain. The water had turned an inky dark with the soot of a dying world. He was the heartbeat of the darkness, his veins rooted into the world, a horde of dead about him.

 

((Feel free to join into the duel Johan, I will not kill you no matter the outcome. It'd be a good dueling lesson, feel free to read the dueling guide. I'm happy to walk you through it if you need it, as is WJ))

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King Kheldar vos Correlli said:
Sheog, I have to ask, overkill much?
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He would have missed it if his senses had not been cast forth, as it is he only caught a bit more then half of the foul presences words, but he heard enough.

"Pilot, do a second flyby as close to my Master's position as you can, I intend to join him" Johan managed, suppressing his fear before it could stop him

 

"Yes sir, there's a small clearing nearby, I should be able to nearly land as long as we are quick about it" the pilot responded

 

"Do it." Johan stared out switching between the Sith's and his Masters positions. waiting

 

((Sure why not, farm boi could use some scars))

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Kirlocca could feel the Hutt almost as soon as he could hear his voice within the air. His apprentice, Johan was suddenly close to him. The boy was sure and calm, a surprise from what the Jedi Master expected. Knowing that the Force was strong still within this place, flowing and moving, weather tainted or not, was a slightly comfort, one that he was sure would provide him with what he needed. So he followed the Force towards the very heart of the city. He followed the water, which was darkened beyond what would even come across as cooling or refreshing. More repulsive than anything, very similar to the Hutt that taunted him and was now awaiting him near the fountain, the very source of the disgusting water. The Wookiee stood for a moment and looked at Sheog, his Clear Mind was already at work sensing through what was before him. 

 

<< You come to a planet to spread filth? Plagues and tricks of the Force is a far cry from what the Sith are capable of. Perhaps you do this to make things easier for the Jedi? Or maybe you've become more sluggish in your old age? I would hope that you are not enervated from such indolent acts. >>

 

Kirlocca offered up a smile at the Hutt. As he did, he activated his lightsaber with a snap-hiss, letting the orange balde spring to life. He knew that his own taunts might stir the Hutt towards a frenzy of sorts. It would be a challenge regardless, as he knew better than to underestimate the Hutt. Sheog had taken the lives of many. Many Jedi would have attempted to redeem, or within their won foolishness allow for the Sith Master to gain an upper hand first by having the first move. Not for this Jedi Guardian. He knew what needed to be done if he was to hold his own ground against him. 

 

Kirlocca moved with quickness from both the Force and his own naturally long legs towards the Hutt. As he moved, he used his Deft Bladework, having his blade move in a fast back and forth movement, each one designed to make small cuts and wounds, none of which would actually do any damage to the Hutt's naturally thick skin. Kirlocca finished off his maneuver with a low sweeping slash. Even as he moved, he had hoped that Johan would pick up on the cues and jump in, taking advantage of the maneuvers. Even if he did not, hopefully he would be able to see just how much movement the Sith Master could muster in this fight. 

 

((1)) 

Actions Taken: Kirlocca bolted forward using Deft Bladework on Sheog, opening to create an opening for Johan. 

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Even with out the almost painful movements and whispers of the force in the ruined city it was easy to see what the Hutt and his men had done, easier to realize that a similar fate would find his family and friends back home should the Hutt and his ilk be allowed to continue unchallenged. He waited for a moment before his Master attacked the Hutt, taking advantage of the opening. Johan burst from the trees, blaster firing thrice at the Hutt, before he holstered it and reached for his sabre, not breaking pace for an instant as he cried "Whatever your here to do Monster, we'll an end to it" Johan growled. 

 

((1))

3 shots from his blaster and then beginning to reach for his Sabre as he rushes towards Sheog, taking advantage of the opening

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Bleary eyes, yellow and red, set deep into their malformed sockets, stared into the veil of the Force. The Wookie had come to fight, followed by an apprentice, both strong signatures within the Force. A grotesque smile played across the crooked face of the Master of Gluttony and Greed. Those that came for him were bright stars, burning bright and hot, but once a star crossed the event horizon, it could not escape the clutches of the dark.

 

Misshapen nostrils flared, sucking in a slobbering breath as Sheog licked his pale lips with a quivering tongue. They would join the heart of the revel, that torturous display of consumption, and in turn be devoured by the Maw. The Wookie’s voice echoed, and the Hutt stared upon them, incredulous, leaning upon his dark staff as though old and decrepit.  

 

It had called his work… Filth.

 

Barking, twisted laughter, flavored with phlegm and salted with the sighing whispers of overworked, obese breaths. Gluttony’s foul song, that shuffling heartbeat of madness rang out into the winds of Sullust, the storm echoing the refrain of Avarice. The words that came were of two voices, split, but echoes of each other. It churned not only from the Hutt’s crooked tongue, but from the jaws of the withered dead strewn about the fountain

 

...Biters and Reprobates

 

Sheog’s joyful demeanor was all but gone, replaced by a wicked thing, all faux grace and poise fallen away to the embodiment of the Dark Side. It beckoned the two to fall into its embrace, that temptation to consume. To join in the corruption of soul, for it gave such sweet pleasures. The black stream erupted into a river, rolling in black flame like the fierce Phlegethon, yet carrying a woe deeper than the Acheron. Temptation was beheld within its waters, for it crested in dark fire. It held a dark energy, attuned as it was to the Revel of Gluttony and Avarice.

 

Crimson light smashed through the storm, burning a line of char across the Hutt’s immense side, streaming from the apprentice’s blaster. Pain seared with it, and the Sith Master’s laughter took on an even darker madness. The Wookie’s bladework came next, and the Sith Master lurched backwards, springing back upon his massive tail. There was little point in the attempt to block the Jedi’s blade, but Sheog attempted to give the blademaster some respect to it, using his strength to move one of the three strikes from their intended target with his staff.

 

The other two found purchase, slicing deep gouges into the flabby, thick flesh. Façade dropped away under the combined assault, and the Wookie’s lightsaber exposed rotted, decomposing flesh. Maggots crawled about the wound, white and dark, undead even in themselves, spilling onto the dark ground in wriggling heaps as the Hutt completed his backward leap. He needed distance from their blades. Pain from the combined attack bled into his control, and the great storm above leapt with dark lightning.

 

As if answering to the wounds of their master, the bodies that surrounded the corrupted fountain awoke from death. Scrambling, shrunken forms of unlife leapt to swarm the Jedi, aiming to hold and delay them with a dozen grasping, desperate hands. Their wilted tongues carried the shrieking pain that they felt.

 

They were shambling husks, but sloppy clones of humanity. With a flabby hand in the Force, the Mountain of Gluttony admired his creations, consuming the pain he felt from his wounds. Weapons made from rags of skin, emotions marionetted by inhumanity, a feeble interpretation of the breath of life. They had enjoyed life’s once, but they had turned their eyes from Heaven, to seek Greed and the all-consuming desire for more. More than can ever be gained. All they wanted was to rejoin their revel, the dying joys of gluttony’s overreach. Oh, such beautiful Sin, and these Jedi were stopping them from it. They would tear and howl, seeking to consume the Jedi as though a meal.

 

<<Drink now of the Acheron, revel in her woe, and drown in her flame… Be awash in this... Filth...>>

 

A deep wave came from that broken, black river, as though a dam had burst, bringing with it all manners of evil. It would coil and lash towards the Jedi, aiming to break against them and tear them away into the clutching hands of the undead. It was no longer the waters of Sullust, but some dark and decrepit thing of the Maw. It roiled with dark flames, within which lay the extinguished light of a thousand stars. It waters reflected naught but night, and even then, it appeared as though the fires came as through a dark mirror, for they were made of radiation. It aimed to burn them to nothing but bone.

 

With slow and slithering movements, the great Hutt continued to back away from the Jedi, reaching into the tectonic depths below, inflicting it with his pain, letting it echo into the storm above. His belly roiled, churning with pain and rot. The Jedi would not escape the Maw.

 

((1))

 

((Took damage from Johan’s blaster pistol as well as two of the strikes from Kiralocca. Attacked using an undead swarm combined with a vast wave of radiation.))

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King Kheldar vos Correlli said:
Sheog, I have to ask, overkill much?
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Kirlocca took a moment to feel out Johan, as his apprentice did indeed join in the fray. It would challenge him, as it always did for the Wookiee. But such challenges always moved him closer to what the Force had always intended for him. To be a constant learner. And through learning, the Jedi Master understood almost too quickly that such an advance as the one they made would always lead to a subtle change. The Force warned him through a tingle that ran down his spine, the Hutt had indeed recoiled quickly through the Force and was attacking both through means of despotic Force like attacks. The sense he got from the water that rose dangerously high from a fountain like stream into a raging river. 

 

Kirlocca paused, almost too long as he looked at it, feeling a danger emitting from it. He did not see the coming undead, only the warning of danger that echoed out from the river itself. It was the first claw like scratch that stung almost immediately, carrying with it great pain and a sense of stronger doom if they remained close. With a loud howl, followed simultaneously by a arc like swing towards the undead and the Jedi Master moved backwards. 

 

<< STAY AWAY FROM THE WATER JOHAN! >> 

 

It was all that he could muster for a moment as his lower left leg began to hold a burning sensation from the touch, or whatever the undead did to him began to increase steadily. The pain kept him frozen for a quick second as he could sense still where the Hutt was in the Force, even without making eye contact in the general direction. His Clear Mind was helping him maintain his focus on his true enemy on the battlefield. Without giving much thought, Kirlocca threw his left paw out towards the direction of the Hutt, letting the Force take over as his blade left his paw. Using as much speed as he could muster to the balde, yet still having control over it, he made sure his Saber Throw would be a strong one, worthy of making the Hutt pay for his debauchery of the Force display on Sullust. 

 

((2))

(Kirlocca took immediate and lingering damage from the undead. He followed it up by using Saber Throw at Sheog.)

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Johan felt a moment of pure horror at the echoing warnings, his masters and his own senses and his shaky readings of  his masters reaction (a hard thing to read at the best of times, that it was fairly clear was worrying on its own) feeding into each other. The distraction cost him somewhat, a pair of the undead struck out at him and sapped some of his energy away, even if most of the physical damage skid off his light armor plates. He lept back reaching out to the force to take him away from the water, radiation and closest undead while firing a pair of shots towards the Hutt, using his off hand to strike out in a sloppy mid-air attempt at form 1, cutting apart one of the dead.

 

<<How is he doing this?>> Johan called out into the force, only half expecting an answer.

 

((2))

(Johan lept back after taking a pair of light hits by the undead, hit by both the energy they emit and some (mostly blunt) damage from the strikes. while leaping he fires a pair of (poorly aimed snap shots) towards the nuclear Hutt and struck a undead as he landed with his saber)

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The Hutt watched with glee as the undead struck, but the glee began to pass into anger as his enemies refused to die so quickly. Though there was not the feast of death, there was pain that would whet his appetite. Perhaps they were stronger than he had envisioned. Would these pitiful Jedi be the last living things upon this cursed world?

 

A blaster shot burrowed into the Hutt’s flesh, rippling into the fat, spilling maggots in their swarms from the torn flesh. The Wookiee’s lightsaber came then, tearing into the flesh and muscle of his face. Its power ripped through him, cutting his lopsided smile far beyond its nature. His flabby jaw hung open now, dripping globs of spit and partially digested food. The pain was truly immense. The corpses, that danse macabre, dropped to the ground, the Hutt’s pain overwhelming his ability to control them. They returned to the Revel, devouring themselves instead of their enemy.

 

The Hutt tried to smile at the irony, but there was no longer the control he needed to do so. Instead he sighed, feeding his pain into the Storm overhead and below. The heartbeat of the ground was beginning to join truly with that of the Revel.

 

One, listless, yellow eye stared at the circling saber as it passed by from its strike. He could hear its defiant heartbeat. In his formal years, in those playful days of ignorance and mass killings, he would have been worried about the possibilities of death, but he no longer cared. The Power he had tasted was beyond the veil of mortality. The world of mortals was but a pale reflection of life as it could be and he was the mirror to the underworld. All the same, a lightsaber was the weapon of a Jedi, and he didn’t care to leave such a thing uncorrupted.

 

Be unto the river, devoured.   

 

Starless night streamed from a greasy hand, reaching to strike at the lightsaber’s handle, at the very heart of its soul. He could almost taste the crystal within, its life calling to him. He would devour its power unto himself, and with it slay its master.

 

Somewhere, lingering upon the wind, came the apprentice’s voice, questioning the power he saw.

 

How am I doing this?

 

The despotic voice was that of a lingering wraith, roiling forth in its hate from the veil of the Force. There was an unsubtle power to it all. It invited the apprentice to partake. To consume. To join the revel of madness, that fell stream from which such magnificent power could be drawn. Deep, guttural laughter came from about them all.

 

Behold, The Dark Side of the Force.

 

There was a sudden charge to that wind that blew about them all. Hair would stand on end, inky blackness playing upon the shadows. The heartbeat of the Revel began to pound loud and fast, a primal call to gluttony, to consumption; to that delightful, devouring greed of the ouroboros.

 

The wounded Hutt’s laughter began to take on a derisive edge, and from the seeping wounds and dripping maggots, dark lightning began to curl and play. His strongest opponent was, for now, disarmed of his greatest weapon, and it would be a cruel mistake. The Master of the Krath opened himself further to the madness that drew him, letting himself seep into the power of the Maw, to feel its pull upon his mind.

 

The Hutt tasted of the emotions on the wind, the terror of the recently dead, the pain and devastation of a planet in its death throes. He would channel it all towards the Wookie and his hapless apprentice. Dark lightning rippled from his flesh, from those seeping wounds, churning the air with the smell of death and ozone, the putrid scent of scorched fat and rot. With a waggling tongue, the Hutt thrust the tip of his ornamental cane towards the two and unleashed the storm.

 

Chain lightning, dark and cruel, would rush towards the unarmed Wookiee and his blaster-toting apprentice, fracturing the wind with the deafening rumble of devastating power. He would cast them into the heart of the storm. The ground shook, a rush of geomantric energy coursing from the storm, channeled as it was through the Hutt.

 

((2)) 

 

((Took damage from blaster and lightsaber throw, loses necromantic control due to damage taken. Attacks WJ's Lightsaber with consuming darkness, attempting to drain the life from the crystal and make it useless. Attacks Johan and WJ with chain lightning.))

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King Kheldar vos Correlli said:
Sheog, I have to ask, overkill much?
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He could feel a slight shift somewhere within the Force. He didn't know what or why, but he knew who. The Hutt had been wounded, and somehow that may have been the turning point. Kirlocca and Johan may have struck too early. Even as he recalled the lightsaber back to him, he could feel it's energy lessened than when it first struck the Hutt. Before the blade returned to the Jedi Master's paw, he observed the undead beginning to dodder as the Hutt lost control over them. Johan shouted through the Force, and the Jedi Master thought about answering him for only half a second before deciding it would become a distraction to respond. But such a distraction was already given at him entertaining the very thought. 

 

The blade returned to his paw almost as soon as his Battle Precognition kicked in and felt danger before it arrived. Kirlocca threw his blade up in defense, only to barely catch the oncoming Force Lightning from the Hutt. But due to the fact the Sheog had already begun the plaguing of the lightsaber, and to add that Kirlocca himself was already affected by the radiation from the undead. As the Force Lightning struck the blade of the lightsaber, it quickly drained it of life rather quickly, causing the blade to short out, allowing the Lightning to enter his lower left leg where he was already opened from the undead and caused even more pain then what he had previously gone through. A loud grunt took over as he fell backwards in pain and the lightsaber given to him by Tobias failed him. 

 

The blast of Force Lightning was strong, staved off by whatever the lightsaber was able to do. As his body was rocked from the Lightning that entered his body, mainly through his left leg, Kirlocca decided that he needed to act. He had to change the course of the tide if he and Johan were to survive this encounter. And it was beyond clear to the Jedi Master that winning for them was simply survival. This planet would not be like Mon Cal where there could be a rescue by the two. Sullust was gone and already consumed by the plague and debauchery within the Force had already taken it's hold. Now was the time to find a way that both Jedi could get off the planet. 

 

Taking all the strength he could muster, Kirlocca stood back up, flooding his own presence within the Force, creating Daunting Presence as a beacon for Johan and to hopefully will the Hutt away from continuing on his path of destruction. As he did, he could feel the Force swirl around him, providing him with encouragement and motivation to make his final attempt on Sullust. Feeling the lightsaber, he could tell it held just enough energy and power for perhaps a final move. Trusting the Force, Kirlocca without hesitation made a leap within the Force towards the Hutt. As he moved downwards towards him, he took his blade and utilized the Force to amplify his swing in a very strong and deadly arc at the Hutt, handing over Wru'torr's most deadly move; The Rebuke. It was now or never, as his body did not have much strength or energy to do anything else beyond this. And he doubted that the Force would be able to supply him past this move. Everything now hung in the hands and actions of Johan. 

 

((3))

(Took part/majority the Force Lightning, along with allowed his lightsaber to be corrupted Sheog and have continued plague/radiation effects in his left leg, along with Force Lightning damage to his left leg.  Kirlocca then created a Daunting Presence and used his last energy to perform a Rebuke.)

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Johan realized in an instant that dodging the lightning fully was impossible, and he lacked the skill to redirect or block it. So he did the only thing he could think of and dove forward, rolling under some of the blast and using the momentum to close distance even as he lost control of his body for an instant, he dropped the blaster as he came sloppily out of the role, obviously it had little to no effect on the Hutt, who may not have been truly alive at this point.

 

"I won't let you leave this planet!" Johan Yelled as he came up. the pain was immense, nothing like the electrical shocks he had suffered on occasion back on the farm, but similar to the burns from the sewer detonation on Mon Cal. Between glancing blows from the undead and taking a fair portion of the force lightning he had little left, but he took his saber in both hands and delivered one of the few techniques he had properly 'mastered' of Shii'Cho (Form 1), known to some as the "Sarlacc Sweep". it was a simple strike designed to attack multiple enemies at once, and likely would have been useless against a foe like the Hutt in under normal circumstances, but he was coming from a different angle then his master, and if the attack DID hit the wipe sweep would have catastrophic implications for the Sith. the Hutt would be hard pressed to stop both attacks.

 

((3)) [This was fun, thanks for letting me join]

(Took damage from the force lighting as I rolled under it, dropped the blaster and came for the Sheog with a wide Shii'Cho strike, hoping he would have to pick either me OR Kirlocca to stop)

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