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Post by Adi on Dec 17, 2015 19:48:36 GMT -8
Him....Ashrah was talking about a very particular 'Him'....
Adieumus knew exactly to whom the man referred as the sabers clattered to the ground. Dace Concordia to some, Lord Iniquitous to others. To Adi though? He had been many things....An enemy and an ally...A friend, and a hated foe, sometimes at the exact same time....but above all, he had been a mentor...a man who, no matter what side of the coin he had been on, had always been someone Adi looked up to. He had done so usually by forcing the younger Arkanian to keep up just to stay alive. In this way, he had been one of the largest influences on Matango's life.
Slowly, keeping his eyes trained on the armored mountain, he knelt down, and picked up the sabers, hooking them to his belt as he slowly rose. Scowling, he felt an emotion that he had not allowed himself to feel in a very long time...anger. He took note of the CNT blade that HNAC had made for the buckethead, and silently vowed in his mind to stick it straight up the man's arse.
"You assume too much, mandalorian. I am going to end you, here...and now. I don't care if it kills me in the process. You will not harm another soul."
The heated rage continued to rise in Adi's very core. At this point, he didn't care about the Jedi...the Sith...or where he stood among them. Right now, it was about destroying this man in front of him, dismantling him in front of his people...showing them that he was not the god he was almost revered to be. Each person that this man had taken from Adieumus, their memory just fueled the anger. Instead of fighting it, though...this time the Jedi gave in. The anger turned into power that he had not tapped into since before he had met Master Concordia. This power began seeping out, turning Adi's blue eyes a deep, midnight blue. A quick shrug of his shoulders, and that power, very nearly heating the air around him, was suddenly, and rapidly, released in a massive 360 degree wave by the Jedi Master. This served a two-fold purpose....one, to knock the ring of 'Vode' back, and give some more maneuvering room. Secondly, there were more than a few reports of the Force not having much effect on Ashrah....this would give confirmation, once and for all.
Game on, buckethead...
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 17, 2015 20:11:05 GMT -8
Arrogance. It was the way of the Forcies. Typical that the most powerful failed to see that, no matter which side of the coin they ascribed to. Light. Dark. It didn't matter. every last one of them used arrogance like a shield. A blanket. Condemning the other side. The Jedi calling the Sith Evil. The Sith calling the Jedi weak. And in the middle sat the Mandalorians. For years used as bounty hunters and strike teams by the Sith. Now striking against the very same force users who sought to control them. Ashrah had already killed one of the most powerful forcies the galaxy had known for a long time. Did this whelp think he stood a chance? stranger things had happened.
The Arkanian Jedi did as expected, allowing his anger to take control, and lashing out at those around him. The mandos were pushed back several feet, most of them being knocked over by the force of Adi's Force Blast. Ashrah himself planted his feet, one behind him, one in front, and was pushed maybe an inch, such was the force of the expulsion. Rolling his shoulders and growling to himself, he stepped forward, advancing on the jedi, his weapons held at the ready, left arm forward ever so slightly of his right. There would be time for talk. Now was not that time. Now was the time to teach, and this particular jedi needed a lesson in modesty.
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Post by Adi on Dec 17, 2015 20:49:12 GMT -8
Suspicions confirmed...the man was rather unaffected by the Force directly. Good to know...Now, he knew not to try to use direct attack powers. The next question was, did the force resistance extend past the man's body....
Now, normally at this point, Adi would have just waited. Patience was his game, he would have just waited for Ashrah to attack, dodge or block it, and counter. However, there was no form of patience in the Jedi on this day. He wanted to end this, and he would do all he could to do that as rapidly as possible. Matango's hand clasped tightly into a fist, sending the force outward toward the six foot chain wrapped around the man's arm. By clenching his hand, he was attempting to use the chain to rapidly constrict around the Mandalorian's arm by pulling it from both ends. Hopefully, this would damage the limb so that he couldn't bring the weapon to bear on him later in the fight.
Adieumus had been specifically ordered -not- to seek out and engage the Mandalorian leader by the Council. It would only make things worse, they said. Up to this point, though? The advice of the Jedi Council had done nothing but get people killed through their decisions...and their inability to act in a timely fashion. This had become more than a fight for Adi to end this conflict for the Jedi...this had become personal. Killing this man would bring to an end the torturous conflict that had raged for far too long. It would also satisfy Matango's growing need for revenge.
The blood of the ones no longer with him fueled his rage further. No longer would their spirits roam unavenged.
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 18, 2015 10:28:39 GMT -8
Ashrah felt the chain move of it's own accord and smiled. The Jedi had figured it out. Good. This would be interesting. He burst into a sudden run, his powerful legs thrusting him forward quickly. As he ran, he dragged his left foot, and as he came forward with that leg, flicked that foot forward, launching the rock he collected with the toe of his boot directly at Adi's face. The jedi had 2 options as he saw it. One: Take the rock to the face to continue trying to crush his arm, or two: deflect the rock, hopefully giving Ashrah time to close and engage. These were his hopes, but he knew that jedi were crafty and could come up with any number of reactions
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Post by Adi on Dec 18, 2015 18:31:34 GMT -8
There is always another option....No matter the situation, it's never a matter of black and white. In that gray area is where Matango operated. Dropping his body level about a foot by bending his knees, the rock flew over top of his head. His eyes never left Ashrah...he had to keep the line of sight on his target, or risk losing the initiative that he had gained. Quickly, he clenched his fist harder, and tried to really clamp down with the chain by pulling from either end. He was determined to keep the hold on the chain, and continue to have it constrict on the forearm. It could serve more than one purpose if this move was unsuccessful as well, but that was for later.
The big man just kept coming. He could probably be shot with a mass driver cannon, and still just keep moving forward. Then again, this fight was just beginning. Adi's anger continued to fester and boil inside him. The force was now a roiling tempest, raging within him, spilling over to the aura surrounding the Arkanian. The air around him began to crackle and pop, his body temperature rising. He was not used to containing this much power, but he was determined to finish the Mandalorian off before it consumed him completely.
His own death was of little consequence, so long as Ashrah was brought with him.
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 18, 2015 18:42:17 GMT -8
Well. That didn't work. I mean...who just ducks? Bloody jedi. No matter. He felt the chain tightening and knew that if he didn't do something soon his arm was nothing more than paste contained in mutilated skin, considering the inside of his bicep wasn't protected by beskar. His left thumb pushed a button and the chain detached from the handle, the chain staying stiff under the manipulation of the jedi. He shook his arm quickly, the chain falling from his arm. Well, 'falling'. As it pooled it also straightened into a length. He knew this could prove to be a bit of an issue later, but he was hoping to not have to deal with it by that time. He was now within striking distance of Adi, his left arm stiff now. His right arm snapped out, the tip of the blade aimed for Adi's eyes. He would blind the fool forcie, then beat him to death.
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Post by Adi on Dec 18, 2015 18:51:40 GMT -8
THERE!! The mistake Adi had been looking for....
Adi still had a grip on the chain, and allowed it to start to drop from Ashrah's arm, at least at first. He unclenched his hand very slightly, and extended his index finger, moving it it in small circles. He was not moving his whole hand, just the finger. By doing this, he was trying to very rapidly wrap the falling chain around the advancing Mandalorian's knees. He was, basically, a shorter, uglier form of an AT-ST, with a really bad attitude, after all.
He stepped backward slightly, slowly, trying to keep some distance between himself and Ashrah. If he could wrap those tree trunk legs up, it would do much to advancing toward the twilight of this fight.
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 18, 2015 19:03:22 GMT -8
Mistake? Or calculated risk? The chain went from being pulled to being twisted. Adi already had the chain in his grasp so it really was no issue to manipulate the damn thing to attempt to knock Ashrah on his ass, or in this case his face.
"Shoulda just shot him"
He muttered to himself, launching into a front flip, tucking his legs up as he went around. He landed quickly and launched into a run, deciding that he would give the jedi no more time to wave his jazz hands and manipulate anything else. If Adi wanted him dead, he would have to do it with his own physical weapon, not his fancy space magic, and as such, his beskad lashed out at Adi's waggling fingers
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Post by Adi on Dec 18, 2015 20:09:09 GMT -8
Yanking his arm back to avoid the blade's striking arc, Adi pulled hard on the ball end of the chain, trying to cause it to make a hard contact into the back of Ashrah's head. He then dropped his hold of it, and took a couple of quick steps backward. Ashrah's attack had been a probing sweep, trying to see how aggressive Adi would get. As angry as the Jedi was, he wouldn't fall into that simple of a trap. Better to retreat to better range, and assess. Hand to hand combat would end very badly at this point for Matango. He was unarmored, improperly armed to penetrate Beskar'gam, and just nowhere near as strong as the other man. He had to wait for his moment.
It would come. It was only a matter of time. Ashrah's ego, hatred of force users, and bravado would become Adieumus' greatest weapon.
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 23, 2015 13:27:34 GMT -8
Adi quick stepped backwards, and Ashrah spun on his left foot, whipping himself around counter clockwise, the end of his blade coming in contact with the beskar ball that was hurtling towards his head. As he finished the spin, he snapped his right arm forward quickly and violently, launching the ball towards Adi now. He knew the jedi would try something like that. Jedi were predictable like that. Relying too heavily on the force. Any normal man would have had 5 pounds of Beskar slamming them in the back of the head. Ashrah was not normal. He wasn't standing idle either. After snapping his arm, launching the ball faster, he was following behind and to his own left of the chain, flipping the handle in his left hand around so he was holding in inverse, the blade at his elbow, handle along his forearm
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Post by Adi on Dec 23, 2015 15:45:20 GMT -8
The Mandalorians were training their troops in ballet now?
The armored man spun, catching the ball with his sword. Knowing what the weapon was made of, and knowing that it would be coming at him at an even greater velocity, Adi didn't even wait to see where it was headed before moving. He moved to his right, out of the path of the ball and chain that flew by like a runaway freight train....
...No, wait...that was BEHIND the old ball and chain....Damn. And here Adi was hoping the guy would get dizzy from his spinning. No matter.
The sidestep right put him directly in the path of the six foot locomotive moving at him. There was nothing Matango could do from this position, though, so another sidestep to the right would let Ashrah roll right on by, and quite possibly put him in an ideal position....Right behind the big man. In one fluid motion, Adi grabbed the hilt of one of Iniquitous' lightsabers, and leapt at Ashrah's back, activating the lightsaber, and sweeping horizontally...aiming to remove the Mandalorian's head from his shoulders. He really hated leaving the ground, but in order to gain the ground back from the Mandalorian running forward, he had to take the risk.
This would end NOW.
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 23, 2015 17:49:16 GMT -8
Adi moved to Ashrah's left, moving out of the way of the oncoming Mandalorian. Or so the jedi thought. Pushing off with his right foot, Ashrah was within striking distance once more. Out his left arm snapped, the 2 foot weapon therein held in reverse grip, razor sharp 3 inch hooked blade glinting, directly towards Adi's left shoulder joint. His goal was to slam the blade into the meaty flesh, and basically fish hook Adi into the dirt
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Post by Adi on Dec 23, 2015 21:14:37 GMT -8
Well now, THAT didn't go according to plan....
The blade ripped into his shoulder, and Adi cried out in pain as he was slammed into the ground, the weapon ripping deep into the flesh of the front of his left shoulder. He hit the ground, bouncing, and rolling away as best as he could. Blood was pouring from the wound, the muscles ripped to shreds, the tendons cut and frayed, rendering the limb useless. How could he have been so careless? This was a critical mistake in a fight where ANY mistake could get him killed. Now? He was in a bad way. The pain alone was causing his vision to go a little fuzzy, and the blood loss would soon cause him to be unable to fight at all.
"Well, genius...now what??" Adi thought to himself, as he stumbled to his feet, and gritted his teeth. He was still alive, that was all that mattered. He could still pull this off. He just needed to get his bearings first....
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Post by Anna on Dec 24, 2015 20:36:18 GMT -8
The force rippled within the ruined temple and the war torn med bay. Bacta around Akylar shifted here and there gently, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary in the physical world.
But within the man's mind, the force reached on a more noticeable level, though still subtle. Akylar's thoughts and memories were indeed his own, but that didn't mean someone else couldn't tune into them- per say. And, at least right now, Anna was board, in her own kind of slumber, light-years away. Within the shifting endless stories of countless sentient beings touched by the force, the seer stumbled upon- quite by accident- the memories of the faltering jedi. So she decided to linger a bit. After all, they were friends. They respected each other- and, was that a fight? Who was winning?
She was a small presence, perhaps visible in the background, hovering slightly over the tall mandalorian's heads- unnoticeable by anyone but Skylar himself. This was his memory after all, and not anyone else's. And Skylar wasn't faring too well. Anna knew she couldn't sway the events of a memory, because changing something like that in someone's mind was very dangerous and even if she could do it, she wouldn't. But she could watch, and if he did happen to notice her, she could interact with him, on a small scale.
What she was able to accomplish now though, was perhaps a slight altering of the mood, through the force. This memory was built on vengeance and anger- hate, suffering- darkness. The Seer saw it, like clouds of roiling black mists circling this memory. It frothed about like a gleeful ocean, gobbling up anything which might yield a light in this dark scene. And while Anna wasn't actually a beacon, she did stand out enough for Bogan's influence to notice her. She wouldn't be able to stay long- before things got too turbulent for her.
But at least for now, she observed, following the rules, and wondering where this would lead her friend.
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Post by Raven Alora on Dec 24, 2015 21:53:58 GMT -8
The few residing on board the Diadim's decks weren't quite sure why the small Jedi master had chosen this spot, but none of them questioned her, except when Raven told them to remain on the ship as she left it's protection to meditate. After assuring them that she'd be fine, the small woman made her way down the landing ramp and stepped onto Yavin's surface.
She had to turn and chide one of the more protective members of her teem for following her and trying not to be noticed. Assuring them, again, she threw her brow robe about her and made the trek into the jungle.
The temple steps were crumbled and shattered husks of what they use to be. She could see a bit of the elegant scroll work that was now marred by nature and battle, laying on the ground here and there. The scene held much sadness- loss of beauty, loss of life. She felt it all and a tear tricked down her face. As she took the unsteady steps, the small Jedi heard the sounds of shouting, the rough tongue of Mandalorians, the sounds of bitter conflict. So great was the emotional out poring of a man's memory. The Empath soaked it up like an uncomfortable sponge. She knew the sounds did not belong to anyone here. She was in no danger, but she did cast her frail brown eyes here and there, and still rested her hands on her twin yellow blades at her sides. This mood put the Jedi Master on edge. The emotion flowing from the med bay made it difficult for even the strongest of empaths to stand against it.
Raven Alora finally stepped into the medical room, where the sound of battle was the loudest, and there, she stopped. Hanging within the bluish healing liquid, was her target- the Man the jedi council was looking for- the object which would perhaps, allow her passage back into the council's good graces. She'd been gone for so very long, but the mark cast upon her by the demon Legion, had all but faded from her chest. In her mind, she was finally cleansed.
But what of her old friend?
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Post by Ashrah on Dec 26, 2015 20:11:33 GMT -8
Ashrah felt the familiar weight of flesh on blade, and as he pulled forward with his left arm felt the satisfying and sudden release of tension. He knew that means the Jedi was in a bad way. He used the momentum to spin a 180 and went right after Adi. He took 4 running steps and launched himself into a super man punch directed at the jedi's face, looking to connect with his left fist into the teeth and nose of the other man. He grunted with the force of the punch, hoping to put the man on the ground finally in order to deliver the humiliating blow. He decided not to kill this man, but to make him lose his own faith. Lose his faith in the very thing that had guided him for most of his adult life.
The Force. Such a tenuous thing. Something he himself believed in, and something he hated more than the scientist who had created him, and ultimately paid the price. And this JEDI thought he could just........kill him? Well, the Mand'alor had something to say about that.
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Post by Adi on Dec 30, 2015 17:56:16 GMT -8
Aw come ON!!!
Couldn't a guy catch a break? Now, the damn mobile tank was flying at him, like some sort of SuperMando, and there was next to NO time to move out of the way. No sooner had Adi tried to go left to dodge to protect his left side, *and get his face out of the way of the massive hit*, than the punch came crashing down on his right clavicle/shoulder area. A sickening crunch was heard, and the Arkanian Jedi screamed in pain as he was crushed to his knees from the force of the strike. He couldn't even reach over to cradle the injured limb with his left arm if he wanted to, as it was dangling uselessly. The right at least had motion, but it was excessively painful. The collarbone wasn't just broken, it had been shattered from the power of the attack.
It was at this exact moment that every defeat at the hands of the Mandalorians flashed through Matango's mind. He suddenly realized that each and every one of them had been because he wasn't allowed to do what he felt necessary to take out the hordes of Bucketheads that were thrown at the Jedi...his pleas to the council had fallen on deaf ears. SO many innocents had died, due to the Jedi High Council's ineptitude. They moved so slow that it was like they were moving backwards. Inaction, when the times called for rapid movement....that was their way, it always had been.
It was here that Adieumus Matango realized the folly of the Jedi....and his spirit simply sank. His faith had been waning since the Sith had done what they had done to the Mando over Kuat...He was starting to see that he had been following the orders of fools and jesters....It quite literally broke him. Not a single one of the High Council were capable of doing what was necessary in order to stem the tide of an attack such as one they had endured. Instead, they ran and hid in their academies...allowing the darksiders to do what they themselves could or would not. They at least had one thing right, though....
...Adi -really- shouldn't have come here.
He tried to pull himself back up to standing, refusing to surrender to this bully. A throaty, dark hiss filled the air as the chrome hilt spewed forth it's inky blackness. If this was to be his last fight, so be it. Adieumus Matango would die as he had lived...a warrior.
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Post by Anna on Dec 30, 2015 18:47:36 GMT -8
No....Adi....not like this...
The Seer frowned. She figured she should pass through this memory- partly because it was sad, and partly because, she had no idea if this memory was in the present, or the past, or the future. She had known for a long time that Adumas would eventually loose sight of the light, but had it actually happened yet? This had to be a memory- because she felt the unreality of it rippling around mingled with thoughts. But was she viewing this memory in the future? How long had she floated around like this- never remaining in one spot for too long?
What year was it?
Even now, she felt like she had to mentally force herself to remain in the memory- because she wanted to know what would happen next. Adi couldn't die. This was- after all, a memory. Which meant the Prince was still alive.
Unless- of course, this happened to be Ashrah's memory. Her image shivered. She didn't want to think about it that way. Obviously, she knew who's mind this was, and she had no idea why she felt like doubting herself. Everything felt more uncertain than it ever had for the girl- but suddenly, she felt another presence, one she knew very well.
She can't be here now! It's too early!
The Seer mused crossly to herself. Though it was difficult, Anna used Adi's mind as a tether to this location and time, remaining in his memory, yet projecting a faint, flickering force image directly before Jedi Master Raven Alora.
Go home, Master Jedi. You do not belong here- not anymore.
Anna's image faded quickly for the Jedi Master- but her presence within Skylar's mind did nothing of the sort. She clung to the fringe of his thoughts tightly, unwilling to release him. For she felt if she did let go- there was no telling where- or when she'd end up next.
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Post by Raven Alora on Dec 30, 2015 19:11:54 GMT -8
The Jedi Master moved to touch her hand to the bacta tank's glass, when suddenly an image appeared. She jolted and leaped backwards as Anna's eyeless gaze beset her and- translucent though it was, it captured the Jedi's full attention. It had been years sense Alora had seen the girl- and then she spoke.
"Go home, Master Jedi"
She had said. But where was Raven's home now? She felt hardly able to return to Felucia after being gone for so long, without warning. They might think her dead.
"You do not belong here- not anymore."
What did that mean? Raven was aware of a terrible battle fought here. Given the ruined state of this temple, it must have been horrific. She felt she could still here the echos of such a battle. Mandalorains were never ones to be underestimated. And where had she been? Wandering the galaxy, on her own, selfish little quest to find self fulfillment? Perhaps Anna was right. She didn't belong here, on this planet, once occupied by her friends and allies. She did not belong with them- because she had done the one thing she taught her students never to do.
She had abandoned them.
The thought visibly shook Raven to her core, and she had half a mind to leave- to find another place- far from here, to start over. But to what end? The small Jedi Master opened her mouth to speak. Perhaps Anna could help her- give her some direction, but the image vanished as quickly as it had arrived, and Raven was left alone- with an unconscious man for her only company.
"I, really don't know what to do now..."
Alora mused to herself. The person within the tank seemed tightened in either agony, or stress. His unconscious mind was ever moving and shifting, and the Jedi empath could feel it. As before, Raven reached out her hand, and gently placed her palm on the glassy tank's surface. Instantly her mind thrummed with the shouting of Mandalorians and the overwhelming sensation of loss, anguish, and pain. Her legs buckled, hand trailing down the tank's exterior as she knelt on the floor before Skylar's figure. The memory revealed vicious scars, ripped in the fabric of the once thriving Jedi's mind. And Raven Alora felt every bit of his sorrow.
And she wept for him, bitterly- because, whether she wanted to believe it or not- she'd abandoned him too.
Oh my dear dear friend, what has become of you?
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Post by Ashrah on Jan 4, 2016 12:19:47 GMT -8
As he landed on his feet, his right fist smashing into Adi's collar bone, he pulled his arm back and around, making sure not to slit the jedi's throat in the process. No, that would be far to easy a death for this one. As he pulled his arm back quickly, he drove it forward as hard as he could, aimed at the Jedi's abdomen, looking to impale the Force user on the very blade his own company had created. At the same time, his upper body pivoted with the move, his left side going backwards slightly, he drove his left arm down, looking to slam the handle and blade therein into the mans wrist/hand, attempting to capitalise on the weekend state of the arm
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