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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 20, 2015 9:10:06 GMT -8
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Naboo: Great Grass Plains
You find yourselves in a vast field on the planet of Naboo, the site of countless battles due to it's open terrain and huge size. The wind is harsh and the grass blows back and forth, a storm is coming, a storm the likes of which Naboo hasn't seen in a millenium. 20 posts into the match the heavens open and spew forth it's life giving substance in a torrential downpour, instantly soaking the field.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 20, 2015 9:57:10 GMT -8
Andor stood still and silent, letting the wind rush past his body. The Sith Lord took a deep breath as the wind ran its cool tendrils around him, whipping his black cloak through the air, and ripping the hood from his head. His face was unmasked, revealing his disheveled white hair rustling in the wind, his electric blue eyes, his skeletal, pale face, his thin, blood red lips: a monster warped by the Darkside of the Force.*
*He waited for the arrival of Gavin Phoenix, a man he had previously met on Nar Shadaa during a skirmish to acquire a new apprentice. They had allied themselves to fend off a swarm of pirates, bounty hunters and Jedi. Ever since their meeting, Andor was intrigued by the man's power, who was able to control himself and traverse the thin grey area between the Light and the Dark Side. He longed to draw him to the Dark, to openly recruit him to the Empire, yet secretly recruiting him to the re-built Dark Tide.*
*A few days ago, Andor had contacted him, asking to meet him on Naboo for reasons he claimed were "too important to discuss through a transmission". After Phoenix had agreed, Andor sent him the coordinates, which would lead him to where the Sith Lord waited now.*
*He stood there, his mind open to the Force, searching for Gavin's presence. He shouldn't be far by now. He anxiously fingered the armament of weapons he had brought with him: his two lightsabers which were strapped to his forearms, concealed by the sleeves of his cloak. Next was his DC-15 blaster pistol, strapped to the right hip of his crimson tunic, a single thermal detonator concealed by a small pouch on his left hip, and lastly, his cortosis-lined prothetic left arm. From the elbow to the wrist, it was just a simple mechanical arm, upgraded with cortosis to make it resistant to lightsaber strikes and blaster bolts. But his hand was a product devised by BioTech Industries, known as a Neuro-Shock Hand. It was fully disguised as a normal cybernetic hand, but was capable of delivering a neuro-shock to any organic being it touched, whenever it was activated.*
*His eyes glanced at the sky, taking note of the dark clouds that were beginning to form overhead. A storm was brewing, and Andor had a strong feeling he wasn't going to be able to make to his ship in time to avoid it.... Especially if things got ugly when he tried to turn Gavin to the Darkside.
Andor's figure stood alone, his cloak whipping crazily behind him, as he waited for Gavin's arrival.*
*Tick-Tock.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 20, 2015 15:59:10 GMT -8
*Gavin wasn't the least surprise when he had gotten the message from Andor. In fact, he was he who said they'd meet again. And so here the time was. He didn't expect a simply friendly chat. No, such a meeting had purpose behind it, one that could get messy. He had to be prepared for anything.
Through the vast clearing Gavin slowly made his way to where he felt Andor's presence. Something inside him stirred, a longing, a desire. How long had it been since he had engaged another of equal or greater strength in battle? How long since feeling the exhilarating thrill of the unknown? No matter the reason for Gavin's power, no matter what his purpose, he was a warrior at heart. Battle called to him. His hands moved to each leg where a holster held a lightsaber. Twin sabers aside from their coloring, his perfect pair for dual wielding. He adjusted his trench coat, feeling the weight of his saberstaff inside it. It was one of many tricks, many which few had truly seen. It was all he carried this day, choosing to leave the rest behind.
After a few minutes of walking, he came to a stop about ten feet from Andor. The wind blew through his shaggy sandy blonde hair and his ice blues eyes focused their piercing stare upon him. Only a moment went by before he dropped his head with a smirk.*
"I told you we'd meet again."
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 20, 2015 17:17:57 GMT -8
Andor's eyes never left Gavin as he walked into view. As he drew nearer, Andor smiled, his fang-like teeth shining in what little light escaped through the black clouds that were converging overhead. Gavin stopped about ten feet from Andor, their blue eyes connecting.*
*A spark of opposition perhaps?*
*The connection was lost in a moment as Gavin lowered his head and spoke.
"It's seems that you were right." It was true. Gavin and Andor had both sensed it the day they had clasped hands on Nar Shadaa. It was there that Andor was exposed to Gavin's power, and had been hungering for it ever since. "I'll make this short and sweet. You know my kind have an insatiable hunger for power. We can never get enough of it."
He took three steps towards Gavin, cutting the distance to about seven or eight feet, his arms at his side, his eyes piercing the man, "That is why I want you to join the ranks of the Empire as a servant of the Darkside. Through me, you can become more powerful than you can possibly imagine." Andor's mind opened to the force, drawing on it, gathering it, and letting it swarm around him like a maelstrom. He wanted Gavin to feel his power. He wanted Gavin to crave it. He wanted Gavin to give in and succumb to it. A crack of lightning flashed, followed seconds later by the rumble of distant thunder. A storm was coming, more powerful and destructive than the planet of Naboo had ever seen.*
*Tick Tock*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 20, 2015 18:55:56 GMT -8
*For a moment, Gavin's eyes closed as he thought on the past. He couldn't help but chuckle. He had never been asked to join anything except once. His brother had asked to become something beyond the Sith and the Jedi, more than the Grey Jedi and Jen'Jidai. And through that acceptance he had gained the power he had now, forged and molded through years of trails, years of pain, sorrow, and anger. There was even a time when he feared his own darkness and became a slave to it. Only recently did he once again accept the truth of himself, the darkness that lay inside him.*
"Ah, the Empire. That is quite the request, and I must say, it is an honor to be asked to join its ranks." *He let his eyes meet Andor's again.* "However, I denied joining the Empire before. I was recruited by Sinistra to aid in Kuat's defense against the Mando crusade. I was with the Dark Tide at the Estate of the Ten when the news was broke about the Empire's arrival. I was offered a chance to stay, to learn the ways of the Sith. But I've always been a wanderer, one to help those in need, only to fade into the shadows once again."
*Gavin thought on his words, knowing that Sith craved power and would do whatever they had to to get it. But in his time, wandering the galaxy, one thing always rang true.* "True, the Sith crave power, but I've learned this one thing: it doesn't matter who you are, what your goal is, no matter how you try to present it to others, we all crave power. even the Jedi crave it and aren't so willing to part with it. "
*Gavin reached up to his chest and taking hold of his trench coat, proceeded to remove it and tossed it to the side where it landed with a loud thunk. He wore a gray sleeveless vest outlined in blue, showing his well defined muscles, all due to his hard physical training. He then took a step back with his left foot, letting his body turn sideways, right shoulder towards Andor. He let his right hand raise slightly to waist height and hang there limply, a stance associated with unarmed combat.* "I walked away from the Empire then, but perhaps...you can convince me to join you. Show me the power of a Grand Inquisitor."
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 20, 2015 19:17:39 GMT -8
Andor's eyes raised as Gavin revealed that he had once been apart of Dark Tide, stationed on Kuat with Sinistra. It must have been during the time he was undercover on Corellia, trying to undermine the Jedi. He had heard of the Mandolorian attack on Kuat, but was unable to leave his post.. due to other pressing matters... Like surviving in a temple of lightsiders. In fact, he had barely escaped with his life, having been rescued at the last possible moment by an old friend and master.*
*His mind continued to draw on the Darkside as Gavin spoke of power and how he believed all people craved it: not just the Sith. To an extent, Andor agreed with him and nodded his head. Then he moved, positioning himself in a defensive stance, that Andor believed was a stance for unarmed combat. He looked Gavin up and down, taking in his physical stature into account. He stood about 5 or 6 inches shorter than Andor, but his mass and sheer muscle easily outmatched Andor. Andor knew he was not graced with brute strength, but instead made it up with agility and cunning.
"The power of a Grand Inquisitor? I must admit, Gavin, nobody has lived to tell the tale."
He broke into movement, his mind calculating his strategy. He swiftly took a few steps toward his opponent, decreasing the distance between them, just outside of Gavin's reach. Meanwhile, his right hand dropped to his blaster pistol, whipping it from it's holster. Five red blaster bolts fired from the pistol within seconds. Three of the bolts were directed to Gavin's center of mass, while the other two shots were aimed slightly to his left and right, respectively, to prevent him from dodging to the side. Hopefully, with the relatively short distance, Andor would end the fight quickly. He didn't care about showing Gavin his power. He wasn't going to do anything fancy. This battle was to test Gavin and see if he was truly worthy to serve the Empire, and the secret resurrection of Dark Tide. If Gavin was not worthy, he would suffer the consequences. He would die.
"Tick Tock, Mr. Phoenix," Andor chuckled just loud enough for Gavin to hear over the sound of the blaster fire, "That's the sound of your life running out."
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 21, 2015 7:44:27 GMT -8
*Gavin let his stance drop and tighten a bit as Andor moved closer. He would be ready for Andor's attack. However, Andor was no less quick with his movement than Gavin, bringing up his blaster. At this point, the shots were nearly point blank. To close to attempt anything foolish or to get close.
Leaving himself with one option, Gavin turned and dove behind him as the shots came, the first shot barely scrapping across his back near the right shoulder. He winces slightly as he hit the ground and rolled to his feet. He couldn't say he was surprised by Andor's swiftness. If it had been any less, Gavin would have been disappointed, feeling the title of Grand Inquisitor was nothing more than to make one feel good about themselves.
The moment Gavin was on his feet, he turned quickly and closed the distance, using Force Speed to aid him. Despite using blaster a long time ago, Gavin wasn't a fan as he preferred to be up close and personal. He had to get close and make his opponent's blaster useless. He kept his sense open as he ran ready to dodge though he hoped his speed would be enough to get him in.
Making it to Andor, Gavin brought his left hand up underneath Andor's right to push away the blaster and arm into the air as his right hand went to strike Andor's chest with the heel of his hand, palm open.*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 21, 2015 19:03:39 GMT -8
Andor's legs tensed as he suddenly changed directions, his legs pushing him backwards as the last shot from his blaster left the barrel. He sneered as one of his shots burned across Gavin's back as the man dove to the ground. The Sith Lord backed away as he began holstering his pistol, giving Gavin the chance to regain his footing: the hunter playing with his food.*
*His mind whirled as Gavin blurred into motion and swiftly crossed the distance in the blink of an eye, his left hand intercepting Andor's right, pushing it up and outwards. As his hand rose, Andor dropped the pistol, letting it fall to the ground. Meanwhile, Gavin's right hand came in towards the Sith's chest in the form of a palm strike. In response, Andor stepped to his left (Gavin's right), and reached out to grab Gavin's extended wrist with his left, neuro-shock hand. Should contact be made, the jabbing movement of the cybernetic hand would trigger, sending a neuro-shock wave into Gavin's right forearm, creating damage to its nervous system, rendering his arm useless until it received medical attention. Focusing the force into the palm of his right, extended hand, Andor reached below him, hoping to latch on to Gavin's left forearm since it was currently pushing against Andor's own arm. Emerald Force lightning cracked at his fingertips as it would hopefully launch into Gavin's body, in a short but effective burst. Andor's neuro-shock hand would release its grip on Gavin's wrist (if it made contact) to prevent the Force Lighting from completing a circuit and shocking the Sith Lord in succession. *
*At this point, should everything be effective, Andor would be to Gavin's right, his left hand firmly clasped on Gavin's right wrist, damaging the nerves, while his right hand would clasp onto Gavin's left forearm and initiate a Force lightning. As the lightning would start, Andor's left hand would retract back to his body to defend against a counter-attack, should it follow.*
*The darkside roared through Andor's veins, a storm unleashing as the battle unfolded. Lightning and thunder cracked and boomed in the background as the ominous clouds slowly crept nearer, guided by the ravenous howling wind. One storm had struck, and another one was coming. It was only a matter of time before the two collided, wrecking destruction across the plains of Naboo. Gavin's escape seemed inevitable.*
*Tick Tock.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 22, 2015 11:02:34 GMT -8
*As Andor moved, Gavin hand moved through the air were he was once stood. The momentum kept him going slightly, dropping enough to allow Gavin to drop his wrist, letting Andor's left hand pass over him. Coming back up, Gavin slammed his arm up quickly in Andor's to force it back.
However, he wasn't able to avoid Andor grabbing his left arm. It was already in contact and moving. Gavin felt the surge of lightning running through his body and grunted at the pain. In that moment, the darkness in Gavin flared as it fed on the pain, giving him strength. With this, he kept Andor's arm in the air to let Gavin pass underneath. Doing so he navigated his left hand to grip Andor's before he let go so that as he got behind him, he could flip him onto his back. Should this happen, Gavin would send his right fist to follow close behind to slam into Andor's chest as he landed.*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 23, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
Andor's eyes widened with shock (haha no pun intended) as Gavin powered through his small barrage of Force Lightning. Andor had expected the man to fall into a temporary fit of seizures, to at least hesitate long enough for the Sith Lord to back out and make ground. He couldn't keep himself in close combat, especially unarmed, or Gavin would overpower him in an instant. The Sith needed to dive in, strike quickly and retreat before Gavin could retaliate: wearing down his opponent before going in for the kill.*
*Andor felt his left hand slammed back towards his body, which was good because Andor was already retracting it to utilize it for a counter-attack. Andor's right arm was suspended in the air, held in place by Gavin's other arm, opening up Andor's torso and serving as a pivot-point for a sweep. Andor's legs extended as the Sith Lord's body lifted away into the air, flipping once overhead, pulling his arm out of Gavin's reach a milliseconds before he grabbed it. As Andor began his backflip, he kicked out with his legs for two reasons. The first reason was to simply produce more momentum, which being a practitioner of Ataru, was Andor's ally. This momentum would carry Andor further away from his opponent, giving him more space. The second reason was because his feet would be at shoulder to neck height, and his black boots would rise into Gavin's chin with enough force to easily break the jaw bone.*
*Andor's body flipped through the air, his cloak a cacophony of sound as it whipped around him, before he landed approximately ten to twelve feet from Gavin. He landed gracefully, with his body facing Gavin, his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands held in fists at about chest level: a basic fighting stance. He continued to draw on the darkside, as he let his anger, his hate, and his pain from his past begin to trickle into his mind. A tickling sensation began poking at the back of his mind as his power began to build. Andor had plans for Gavin; plans that resulted in loyalty to the Empire, or death. There was no in-between. There was no grey-area between the two options: no neutrality.*
*The Sith's power emanated from his core, seeking into every crack, crevice and pore of his body. It came of of him like tendrils of dark, poisonous fumes, seeking to wipe out those who could not embrace it and survive. They reached forward, threatening to swallow Gavin in their darkness as Andor prepared himself. It was only a matter of time before Gavin would face Andor's full power. Andor just had to hold him off just a little longer.*
*Tick Tock.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 24, 2015 6:09:26 GMT -8
*Gavin had moved back just slightly, enough for Andor's kick to fly passed his face. His grip free, he took a couple steps back, increasing the distance further. Standing loosely in the same stance he had before, he watched Andor with piercing eyes.
While Gavin had no ability to anticipate his attacks as of yet, he caught on to a few other things. One was his style of attack. He was quick to gain distance from Gavin, which to him meant Andor felt himself at a disadvantage in unarmed combat at least. Gavin could also tell that being in close range like that was dangerous to him as well. Andor was clearly capable of letting his attacks loose at close range while avoid injury himself. He could also feel Andor building the darkness in him. Which meant there wasn't going to be any playing around. He was intending to kill Gavin or convince him to join the Empire.
Gavin's left hand shook a tiny bit before he gripped it in a fist. He might have been able to to use the pain to fuel his strength it didn't mean the affects were wiped clean. Gavin also began to let the darkness rise within him, seeing that he'd have to face darkness with darkness in this battle. Reaching down to his holsters, he removed the sabers there. His his left rest a hilt of silver accented in sapphire while its twin in his right was of a black chrome accented in crimson. He ignited the blades, his left held in a reverse grip, the sapphire blade a bit wider than most. Crimson lighted his right side as it was held in a standard grip and was much thinner. One seemed to be aimed for defense while another on offense.
In a slow pace, he began his approach towards Andor, hoping to make him impatient and take the first move.*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 26, 2015 5:22:17 GMT -8
Andor stood there, his muscles warm and his adrenaline pumping. His mind raced with the excitement of the hunt. He licked his lips, practically tasting Gavin’s juicy flesh. Wait… Andor was here to recruit Gavin to the Empire, not to make him into a meal. A shiver went down his spine, anticipation of the kill.*
*In an instant, Gavin’s two lightsabers ignited with menacing hisses. Half of his body was accented with a sapphire glow, the other one bathed in an eerie crimson: Andor’s favorite color. He noted the differences in the blades as Gavin began to stalk forward. The sapphire was visibly thicker than the average blade, while the crimson blade was visibly thinner. Andor had no doubt what specialized blades were for. This man had tricks up his sleeve. Fortunately, so did the Sith Lord.*
*Gavin’s pace was slow, giving Andor more precious time to organize his thoughts, his mind rapidly drawing on the Darkside of the force. It was time.*
*With a slightly twisting of his arms, his twin black lightsaber hilts, trimmed in gold, fell gracefully into his skeletal hands. The crimson blades shot forward with a snap-hiss, summoned to do battle.*
*Andor took a few steps back, giving him a couple of extra seconds to prepare. His left blade was held at hip height, blade angled diagonally across his chest while his right blade was held at head height, blade held horizontally across his face, pointing slightly outwards at around a thirty degree angle. His right leg was placed behind him, bent slightly, taking the majority of his weight, as his left leg extended in front of him. This created a traditional, defensive “back stance”. It was Gavin’s turn to press the offense. Or at least, that was the guise Andor hoped for.*
*As soon as his feet planted, Andor lashed out with the force, his consciousness slamming into Gavin’s mind, seeking to penetrate any mental barriers he had constructed through years of training. Andor’s speciality in the Force was mental attacks, having trained as a Sith Illusionist since the days he had first been inducted into the Korriban Sith Academy. He knew his way around the mental labyrinth, always pressing it, looking for the cracks and weakness that every consciousness had, no matter how well-defended they were. Yes, some where harder to find than others, but they were always there.*
*His mental fingers jabbed at Gavin’s defenses, not seeking to slip past them, but to break them down entirely. Hopefully, with the act of surprise in Andor's favor, he would catch Gavin off-guard.*
*If Andor was able to break through, he would probe into the deepest depths of Gavin’s mind. The Sith Lord would reach into the darkness and touch the man’s fear. He would grab it with two hands, mold it, and envision Gavin’s worst fears to come into existence. It was an attack known as Force Insanity.*
*Gavin would suddenly find himself without courage as an uncontrollable shaking fear began to wreck havoc in his mind. If Gavin wasn’t able to defend against it quickly (If Andor broke in at all), he would soon be filled with a sense of hopelessness and regret, longing to flee from Andor, or to simply fall to the ground, cowering in fear. Worst case scenario, Gavin would be hit by the full force of Force Insanity and would descend into a state of frenzied madness and deranged mania as his situation seemed to become completely hopeless.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 26, 2015 5:52:28 GMT -8
*Gavin continued his pace slowly, watching Andor make his moves. The first notice he took was of his sabers. Such a sign meant Jar'Kai skills, such as himself. With his lighter form, Gavin also assumed that Ataru may be another skill form. However, that was still yet to be revealed. The darkness grew in Andor, his attack near ready as Gavin just kept his eyes focused on Andor as he moved back.
What came next was something he didn't expect. He felt Andor's mind tough his, clearly seeking a way in one way or another. He steps froze as his eyes, slipped wider just a bit. Behind the barriers, his mind smirked. A second later, Andor slipped through, perhaps too easily. Whatever the case, Gavin dropped to his knees and the grip seemed to lessen upon his sabers. Andor had gotten in well enough and dove deep inside him.
Searching for his fear, Andor would dive through memory after memory, more than his age seemed to be capable of handling. He would see that day he, his brother, and sister watched their parents fall upon the sands of Tatooine, he'd see his adoptive parents slaughtered by Tusken Raiders in their Tatooine home. He would see his wife Jade, tortured and beaten, die in his arms waiting for Gavin to find her, taken by his best friend and rival, now enemy simply to get at Gavin. Andor would see both of his daughters dying by his side in battle, one that should have been his alone. Finally, another memory of turning to see his apprentice, Tyra Syen, lifeless on the ground, dying once again in a battle that should have been his alone. What Andor would gain, was the knowledge of Gavin's fear being watching people he loved die and him unable to to stop it, mostly due to his status and people wanting him for one reason or another.
On his knees, Gavin began to shake, his head dropped and shaking, trying to push passed those thoughts, to rid his mind of them. With this opening, Andor could easily end Gavin's life. At least, that's how it seemed....*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 26, 2015 13:40:58 GMT -8
Andor felt the walls shatter around him, his mind easily flooding Gavin's consciousness. It seemed easier, admittedly, easier than Andor had expected. It spiked a hint of caution in Andor's mind as he delved deep, bringing Gavin's fears to the surface. There was a lot to sift through, hundreds of years worth of memories. It seemed that Gavin was much older than he looked: a trait that was shared between the two combatants.*
*Andor felt the slightest fatigue beginning to set in as he continued to search, his fears being harder to find than he thought. Of course, Andor was know were being exhausted: it was only the beginning. But if he knew the longer he kept it up, the worse the aftermath would be. The Sith Lord was about to give up his search when he found it. Although it had taken seconds in reality, it had seemed an eternity. Gavin fell to his knees, his body beginning to shake. Andor felt a presence as Gavin began to resist, trying to force him out.*
*Andor saw everything. He could feel the man's fear and pain rising as the Sith Lord saw images of death: lots of death. To any being with any bit of a caring heart, they would feel sympathy and an urge to to reach out and comfort the man: a man who had lost so much and feared of losing more. But to Andor, a man with a heart as black as pitch, found joy: a sense of excitement fluttering in his chest. He fed off Gavin's emotions like a tick, sucking blood from its host. Andor was like a parasite, except he was slowly driving Gavin towards madness, before killing him.*
*Fueled by the newfound energy source, Andor pushed harder seeking to bring Gavin's feelings to a higher level, forcing him closer to ultimate submission. If Gavin couldn't get the Sith Lord out of his own mind, he would not be worth the Empire's time.*
*Andor's eyes flickered at his pistol, lying on the ground, a few feet behind Gavin. Slowly, as Gavin shook in fear, his head bowed, Andor began to circle around to Gavin's left. The pistol crept closer and closer with each step.*
*It was only a matter of time*
*Tick Tock*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 27, 2015 6:24:03 GMT -8
*As Andor pushed further, fueled by Gavin's own emotions, the images played more and more inside Gavin's mind. Before long, he released his grip on his sabers and placed his hands on his head. The sabers stayed lit, burning the ground around them. The emotions poured out of Gavin, surged around him in a disrupted manner. Anger and hatred, sadness and sorrow, hopelessness, despair, and fear. All the negative emotions one could ever feel poured out of Gavin. With such emotions came great darkness, a darkness that threatened to consume any who came under its power.
So much flowed through Gavin's mind that it seemed he wouldn't notice, or at least understand what Andor was doing. As he moved to his left side, Gavin continued to shake, almost ready to accept death. The time was almost right.*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 28, 2015 8:40:13 GMT -8
It was time. The clock had struck the hour.*
*Andor finally stood behind Gavin, the pistol at his feet. His mind was still penetrating Gavin's, but sweat was beginning to break out on his forehead, the slightest feelings of fatigue beginning to set in. Andor knew that even after he retracted his attack, Gavin would most likely still be in shock from the sudden barrage of emotions and fear.*
*The Sith Lord observed the man as he lost his grip on his lightsabers, which rolled into the grass. In a split-second, the tall grass burst into flames, threatening to spread due to the wicked wind howling around them as the storm continued to get closer. Black smoke began to curl into the air, only dissipating seconds later in the breeze. It seemed that Gavin's lightsabers had just created an inferno, the plains of Naboo burning dangerously.*
*Andor picked up his pistol with his right hand and let go of his attack, the Force Insanity stopping abruptly. In the same second, the blaster trained on the center of Gavin's back, as he hunched over on the ground, threatened by the spreading flames. He pulled the trigger three times, three red blaster bolts searing for Gavin's unprotected body. Meanwhile, the flames began to inch around Gavin, threatening to trap him. All the while, they were also inching closer to Andor, their fingertips stretching out like tongues, hoping to lick Andor's flesh.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 28, 2015 9:04:10 GMT -8
*It was time indeed. The moment Andor let down his his attack was when Gavin made his move. Suddenly, the all the emotions that swirled around Gavin seemed to change their flow, becoming focused and channeled. Swiftly, Gavin turned to his right towards Andor, his right hand pushing out towards him to release a Force Push. This push, however, was not the typical. Gavin had focused and channeled the emotions and the darkness that came with them, putting more destructive energy into the attack. Just after the Push, Gavin's left hand shot out towards Andor and both his sabers flew from the ground towards him as well.
Once he had unleashed his attack, Gavin stood, seemingly unaffected by the growing flames. He felt their heat, threatening to engulf him. He'd have to move less be caught up in them, but for the moment, he let himself standing amidst them serving as a visual to the flames of his emotions made real. Raising his head, He looked to Andor, his ice blue eyes gone. His iris had now turned black as night as the presence of his darkness took a plunge.*
"You are not the only one here who can feed of one's emotions." *His voice had grown a bit darker as a smirk came across his lips.* "Come and taste the power you've wanted to see."
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 28, 2015 12:07:25 GMT -8
The Force Insanity lifted and before Andor fired his pistol, Gavin went into action. It was all a ruse and Andor had fallen for it. Fortunately, he had a split second to recover. With Gavin's back facing Andor, he had to turn 180 degrees before he could face the Sith Lord. The way he moved, along with sensing a sudden spike in power, alerted Andor to a ranged attack, as he was just out of reach of anything else.*
*Andor's legs tensed as Gavin's hand rose, launching a powerful Force Push. The Sith Lord felt light as a feather as his legs pushed against the ground, his body flipping into the air. His jump's trajectory took him over the telekinetic attack, the Sith Lord feeling it pass by just inches beneath him.*
*When Andor had picked up the blaster pistol, his right lightsaber had been deactivated and clipped to his right hip, his left one still lit and in his left hand. As Andor jumped into the air, his right hand dropped the blaster (again) and reached down to unclip is lightsaber from his belt. It ignited with a hiss as he moved into his first flip.*
*Gavin's two lightsabers continued to press his offensive attack as they rustled in the grass before shooting off like spears into the air. They flew at Andor, hoping to impale him as he flipped. Andor was upside down when the time came to react, his lightsabers a crimson glow as his arms moved to intercept Gavin's attack. He intercepted both blades with his left cybernetic arm, which years ago he had infused and layered with Cortosis, a type of metal that was both resistant to lightsabers and blaster bolts, and usually caused a lightsaber's bloated short out momentarily. He swung his left arm across his chest (from right to left) catching both blades at the tips and knocking them to his left, effectively avoiding the telekinetic stabs. As the crimson and sapphire blades sailed harmlessly past, Andor used his left arm's momentum and flicked out with his left blade, hoping to have it slice through the two hilts, destroying them completely.*
*If they were lightsaber resistant, well, hopefully they had shorted out.*
*He landed well within striking range of Gavin as Gavin began to speak. He ignored the the man's words and continued to move. He could feel the ever growing heat of the building inferno. The smoke stung his eyes, his body instantly beginning to sweat at a much quicker pace than it had before. Andor knew the battle would move away from the fire, but he had to take advantage of it while he could.*
*The Sith Lord raced forward on his left foot, thrusting out with his left blade (aiming to pierce Gavin's gut), hoping to impale him, or drive him into the building flames that were behind him. He took another step forward with his right, bringing his right blade down in an overhead slash, the blade searing for Gavin's left shoulder from above.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 28, 2015 12:58:17 GMT -8
*As Andor deflected his sabers, they spun from the impact on his arm, already starting to flicker. When he swung, the blade meet both of his, knocking them further away and turning them off completely. A fair bit away they finally landed.
When Andor landed and began his assault, Gavin channeled the Force through him, taking only an instant due to heightened emotions. Quickening his reflexes, he step slightly to Andor's left and forward at the first thrust. His right hand came across to Andor's left wrist to hold him from slashing back as he released a faint push with his left up and Andor's right wrist to hold his attack back, if he was lucky knock the saber out of his hand. Using the momentum of his forward step, he spun to his left while he went to come just behind Andor. As he came around, he aimed his left elbow at the center of his back, then followed through to send his right fist into the same spot.
If his attacks met, he hoped he'd be lucky enough to hit the point of his spine between his shoulder blades. If anything, such an impact would momentarily stun him.*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 29, 2015 15:32:56 GMT -8
Andor danced with his opponent as Gavin moved to his left and his hand gripping Andor's wrist, avoiding the first thrust. Andor stepped forward with his right foot, turning his body to his left to keep his body squared with Gavin's. He was about to slash down with his right blade when his wrist was hit by an invisible pressure. The Force Push stayed his hand, but did not cause the Sith Lord's grip on his lightsaber hilt to falter, as it was a death grip due to the heat of battle.*
At that exact point in time, Andor stood, facing Gavin, his feet shoulder width apart. His left lightsaber was held across his stomach with the tip pointing to his right, stayed by Gavin's right hand. His right lightsaber was above him, having hesitated for a moment to Gavin's force push. But his movements were fluid as he easily channeled his momentum into his next attack, gracefully transitioning as he pressed the attack.*
*His left foot slid back, his body twisting to the left. His mechanical arm pushing against Gavin's grip. With all of this momentum and power, Andor intended to break Gavin's grip and to slash his lightsaber horizontally through Gavin's midsection, bisecting him in the process. But then Gavin let go, aiming to send an elbow into Andor's stomach, his right hand following suit, balled in a fist. If he continued his attack, his hands would go straight into Andor's left blade, already searing for his midsection. Worst case scenario: Gavin would lose his left arm at the elbow, his right hand at the wrist, and would also be cut cleanly in half at the midsection. Andor's right, overhead blade redirected its course and continued in its downward slash, aiming to split Gavin's head in two, like a butcher's knife cleaving through a nice cut of meat.*
*Andor's mind continued to draw on the darkside, fueled with adrenaline as the two combatants fought against one another while also trying to avoid the blistering inferno that had now surrounded them on all sides. Slowly, the fire crept inwards, the green grass lighting up in red and orange flame. If they did not act quickly, the two combatants would be swallowed by flame.*
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