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Post by Shaman Chill on May 13, 2013 19:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Talon Fenris on May 14, 2013 2:19:09 GMT -8
As Talon and his small team of Imperial Knights neared to the area in which they have been tasked to secure, he quickly flashed a message to one of the lookouts who was keeping watch in a concealed position.
The commander of the 916th legion was not a clone like the rest of the men he commanded, but rather the template for this group. This was unusual but he had proven himself time and time again against near insurmountable odds and survived to do it again.
Loyal to the Empire and what it stands for, he would follow without question those he trusts, as long as his orders did not put himself, his Legion or the Empire as a whole in jepordy.
His name is Logus Novartis.
A snappy salute to Talon and the Knights and down to buisness they get.
"Sir, I have ordered my men to fortify our position, various stone arches have been blasted to the ground to make a barrier into the entrance, and we have collapsed other possible ways in, although I have Squads 1 and 5 searching for more".
"When they attack(Logus never used 'if' situations, since when did an unknown fleet attack a planet if not to drop troops and look for significant areas?), then we can force them into a choke-point and a deadly crossfire".
He then motioned to the areas he had described, in which the keep looked like more like a war-zone since they had 're-decorrated'.
Talon looked round the area and smiled, since Grandmaster Solomon wouldn't send a group of his Knights on ons mission such as this without some good quality back-up.
No matter how many Jedi/Sith or whatever you call your Force-sensitive users you have, those that cannot feel the Force will always have an advantage where Force-users either lack the experience and skills.
Take away the Force, and they are little more then children or one whose has lost a limb and must find alternative arrangements.
Talon had his ten Knights at his disposal, and the 300 Stormtroopers of the 916th, and a hell of a fight. Would reinforcements reach Prakith in time?
He doesn't even know if his broadcast reached the other Imperial forces, but he will break every bone in his body and spill his own blood in defence of the Keep, let alone the planet..
"Thank-you Logus, double check your supplies and positions, then dig youselves in. Blood will be spilled today, make sure we are the ones spilling it.."
Logus moved off to carry out his orders to the letter. Talon grouped the handfull of Knights and gave them individual battle-tactics they could use and the locations they would secure... </i> |
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on May 16, 2013 18:15:36 GMT -8
While traditional forms of communication were being jammed by the attackers, the ISB had invested millions of credits in special hyperwave tranceivers with quantum entanglers that would punch through most generic communication jammers. A highly encrypted and powerful transmission was being bounced around the space of Prakith, then received by a secret comm-station and then finally redirected to Darth Andeddu's Tomb... A non-descript stormtrooper of the 916th reported the transmission to Knight Fenris...
"Fenris, sir, we've received a priority line of communication with Imperial High Command. We've set up a holo-projector in the anteroom for you sir." The Stormtrooper trotted off to rejoin his comrades in loading their weapons, leaving Fenris to walk the short journey to secluded room where the holo-image of an old man with no eyes, long white hair and Imperial Knight armor with Moff plaques stood, hands folded behind his back. If Talon Fenris expected a general, admiral or, more preferrably a leading member of his order he would be dissapointed...
On the other side of the Deep Core, Gabriel Solomon stood upon his holoprojector, awaiting the greeting that would signal to theMiraluka that his summons had been heard. Gabriel did not even know if the Knight knew who he was, he was told that Knight Fenris was a knight to watch, however he was of a younger generation and it had been some time since Gabriel had visited his comrades in the Knight's training grounds or taught lessons. |
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Post by Dragus on May 17, 2013 10:58:55 GMT -8
After sweeping through the city like a plague of locusts, consuming everything in their path, the thousand strong army of savage barabels began to advance on Andeddu's keep. The black scaled horde followed their liege lord and father, Dragus, who flew towards the structure atop the back of his loyal drexl. Spite shrieked as the Famine Lord pulled on his reigns, rising and falling on the wind, occasionally circling back to draw the notice of several rampaging reptilians otherwise too preoccupied with filling their bellies full of Prakithians. The saurian Sith's crimson orbs narrowed, slitted pupils focused on the Keep itself.
To the eyes of most beings it would have appeared unremarkable, just another old structure, ruins more or less. Not to the Famine Lord though, for his eyes were attuned to the aether, he could see the ebb and flow of the Force. Dark tendrils entwined the ancient building, trapping energy in an invisible net, radiating small waves of malignant power. This place was strong in the Darkside of the Force, no doubt due to its former inhabitant’s sorcery. Dragus could feel his own power growing, the Keep's taint allowing him to draw upon the malevolent fey with unusual ease. In fact, the whole city was a feasting ground, and not just in terms of the meat its inhabitants provided. Their fear was palpable, it permeated the very air, delighting the Sith's ethereal sense.
Hovering over the Keep, the Famine Lord began to formulate a strategy. It appeared as though the defenders had demolished several of the Keep's pillars,creating makeshift barriers to slow the invaders progress. He found it interesting that they would choose to make their stand here. Did they know the Sith forces sought the scrolls of Andeddu? Whoever was leading the defense was clearly intelligent, though ultimately it would make no difference. Try as they might, there was no stopping this attack, too much hinged on it.
"Forwardz!" He roared, before leaning over the right side of Spite's neck and thrusting his energy lance down towards the front entrance. From his high vantage point in the air, Dragus could see that the entrance was obstructed, along with the several other possible paths into the structure. Patience had never been a particular strength of his so he didn't bother sending out scouts to look for other ways in. They would head straight for the main entrance and dig their way in, rubble or not. It would take time, but this stone was old and his children had sharp claws.
The first wave advanced. Two dozen naked barabels charged the Keep, frothing at the mouth, teeth and claws glinting. They moved quickly, far faster than any human, leaping and bounding over the rubble in an incredible display of acrobatic skill. There was no cohesion to their movement, no discernible formation or marching order. This was just a mad dash towards what they perceived as their next meal.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 17, 2013 18:34:16 GMT -8
It was then that one of the first layers of defenses were brought forth. 2 Imperial Knights walked forth to meet the onrushing tide of Barbels. Both of them were aliens an oddity for the Knights which was predominantly a human sect of force users; the first was a Besalisk clothed in the custom Imperial Knight armour and four lightsabers one for each hand. The other was a S'kytri, a winged alien that had worked much of his life to be able to fly with the armour.
They had worked their whole lives to live up to an expectation of excellence and to high expectations. Despite their exploits they were still hated by much of the order. As Murray walked forward, all four silver blades ignited; Aargah took to the skies his own silver blade turned on. Walking through the ruins Murray was the first to engage in the totally nude Barbels swinging to and fro with the blades showing amazing agility for such a large creature. At the same time Aargah was flying over head using one of the most famous parts of Tripzest. Decapitation.
Hopefully the two would be able to hold off the aliens but if not the legion and a few other Knights were behind them if they needed the held.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 20, 2013 13:11:38 GMT -8
Thunder clapping Boom.
B O O M ! ! !
The three VT's appeared out nowhere as they shattered the sound barrier over the Temple, arriving just ahead of the Famine Lord's Forces, they fired one missile each in three separate locations over the temple's area, thou they were not explosive missiles, they were loaded with glop grenades, seconds before impact the missiles shattered their blister packs and rained down hundreds of the gooey devices that bursted forth with their contents and sprayed everything and anyone in range, coating whoever in the unbelievably uber sticky mess and hardening like permacrete.
The large fighter craft broke off and circled out and up on a wide sweeping arc, the lead ship pinged the Famine Lord's personal comm.
Squadron Leader: Major Xion M'Lord, We are returning to orbit for reloading.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 21, 2013 12:48:05 GMT -8
There was little they could do to stop the ships as they came screeching into the air before them, there was no time to do anything. Much of the 916 had been under cover or partially covered, but those that were not they were met with the sticky goo. Many were totally covered in the goop and many more were splattered or partially covered. Thankfully though those who were totally covered, could either help those that were or put them out of their miseries.
This might actually work out for them in the long run as it gave that extra layer of protection against the attackers, of course it could also come back to bite them in the ass.
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Post by Dragus on May 23, 2013 10:47:38 GMT -8
Murray would have been successful in cutting down several of the hunger-mad barabels before the glop grenades went off, his four blades more of a shield really against an onslaught of dark scaled bodies. When the bombs went off, several of the charging saurians were caught as well, though the majority of the army was just now beginning to reach the site. They held temporarily as the glop crap went everywhere, first sticking, then hardening. Dragus, still airborne atop his drexl Spite, hissed in amusement at the defenders plight. When his communicator chirped he plucked it from his hip, growling in acknowledgement.
Acknowledged. He snarled. Next time ussse napalm. I'd fancy sssome barbecue. Siss, siss, siss!
As Aargah had taken to the air, there was every chance that he had managed to pull up and away after the last of his decapitations, avoiding the glop grenade. An unfortunate fate he might soon live to regret, for he was far from the largest predator in the sky. Spite shrieked again, its bestial cry rising even over the sound of the repulsor engines of the departing ships. Returning his communicator to his hip, Dragus pulled on the drexl's reigns, taking it in a dive towards the flying S'kytri. Even as they descended towards the smaller flying figure, Spite's talons looking to close around the winged knight, the Famine Lord's energy lance barked with foul intent. Pulses of energy shot from its tip, previously potent enough to turn an unarmed civilian to ash. More likely on contact with the glop frozen statues that had previously been defenders, it would shatter them into bloody pieces.
The next wave of barabels advanced, another two dozen soon followed by three dozen more. Some stopped to pick at the statues, hoping to crack the meat out of its shell for consumption. Others continued their reckless advance, not perturbed in the slightest. The bomb residue would indeed create another obstacle to dig through, but it had taken most of the obvious defenders out of the way. Now there was little standing between Dragus and Andeddu's crypt.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 26, 2013 9:01:57 GMT -8
Sure most of the men had survived but they were still trapped under crevasse and openings unable to get out of it. The unfortunate ones were the ones who had been out in the open, for as they were torn apart their cries of pain went unheard; or unanswered. In concrete no one can hear you scream. As predicted Aargah had managed to avoid the glop that had trapped the ones below. Smaller yes but that was not quite a bad thing when it came to something like this. Being a force sensitive did have its advantages, for he sensed the danger just as the trigger was being pulled. Twisting to the left the flying Imperial Knight did some amazing oriel acrobatics dodging the shots only to feel the talons clasp around him. Fighting the urge to panic, as the talons were wrapping around his sleek figure the S'kryti slashed at the foreleg of Spite trying to lose himself before being ripped in half by the foul beast.
Twas then that shots hit the ground pulping many of the concrete statues. Bits of flesh, plastoid and concrete flew this way and that making the place look less like a Terracotta army and more like the city of ash.
By the entrance of the Keep a silver lightsaber was seen cutting through the thick material that was blocking it, inside Talon and a reserve number of Stormstroopers had been trapped. It was an odd assortment; weapons ranging from small arms to rocket launchers they all walked out weapons ready to fight and take on the oncoming horde of naked beasts.
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Post by Dragus on May 29, 2013 10:59:28 GMT -8
SSSSSSSHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Spite cried out again, its horrendous shriek filling the air, though this time it wasn't a call of aggression. This was pain. The talon it used to clutch at Aargah first clenched in reaction to the lightsaber making contact with its thick alchemical altered hide, then released its hold on the S'kryti, thrashing and thereby slashing its talons in basic animal instinct. A black scar marked the area of contact, though the blade hadn't been able to completely penetrate the drexl's thick armour-weave like scales. It beat its powerful wings, sending a large burst of air beneath it as it attempted to rise higher into the sky, unwittingly directing that gust towards the S'kryti. Dragus meanwhile fought with the reigns, attempting to control the furious creature beneath him. He channeled the Darkside through his slitted orbs and turned his witch-sight on the temple entrance, noting the familiar glow of a lightsaber cutting through the glop crap the VTs had dumped on everything. A silver lightsaber. Dragus longed to un-sheath his own and dive from Spite's back, engaging in the glorious pursuit of physical violence, but given his airborne advantage at the moment such a thing might prove unwise. Hungry for violence, he pulled back on the drexl's reigns, causing the avian to perform a remarkable feat in the sky. Up, up, and up further it went, vertical like a rocket racing for orbit, then back and over. The massive repto-avian pulled an airborne backflip before diving towards the ground, or more specifically, the front entrance of the temple.Anxious to get inside, Famine had opted to assist the defenders in clearing the entrance. His attempt would likely be less precise than their own. The energy lance in his right hand began to thrum with power, charging as Dragus held down the trigger, causing plasma to swell in the tip. Holding on for more than a few seconds was extremely dangerous, as these sorts of weapons were prone to overloading and exploding; however, his lance had been crafted using ancient Sith techniques as opposed to mass production. It held, despite the growing danger. Drexl, Dragus, and the Lance plunged towards the entrance, building up speed as the weapon built up power for one large pulse.Here comes Draggy! |
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 3, 2013 2:58:04 GMT -8
As the beat struck out at the attack one of the talons hit the face of Aargha his blue face gored from the tip of the left side down to the bottom right. Being buffeted away it took all of his skill and strength to keep himself from plummeting to his death. Infusing his own strength with the force he slowly began to drift away from the carnage below his wings heavy and his eyes heavier as his life blood dripped down his face.
Down below things had started to pick back up, the defenders were for the most part able to hold their own the superior weapons and training serving them well. Even still it was a numbers game and the naked feral beasts seemed to be like a never ending tide. With most of their attention drawn by the wriggling and naked forms of the baby Draguses only two people saw the alchemist and his creation approaching. One was a trooper who had a rocket in his hand he looked up and fired flaming death making its way to Dragus. The other was Talon, who flipped the bird at the lizard man; this however was not some random thing. Oh no its not. Instead he infused the whole thing with the force drawing on the good and stuff within him and the bird he flipped would hopefully be felt like a flick on the forehead.
Meanwhile overhead a CR25 Troop Transport could be seen in the distance making its way to the battle ground its twin turbo lasers primed and ready to blow apart anything that moved once it was within site. Its belly full of fresh blood to back up the beleaguered men and women below.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jul 7, 2013 20:28:01 GMT -8
Over a ridge just outside the scene of battle, the Sentinal-class landing craft that Darth Rebellious borrowed from the ImpDuece, Eruption, touched down and the Dark Lord of the Sith disembarked. On a low crag close to the fighting, the Kiffar stood spectating as the battle raged. He was not necessarily a sadist, but he took a small amount of pleasure in seeing Dragus' hordes of ravenous Barabels rip through swathes of Imperials as they attempted to clear a path to the entrance of the Keep. However, he only stood there for a moment before moving on; he had more pressing matters to attend to.
Draped in his normal attire, robes consisting of black zeyd-cloth and leather, it was clear that the Darth didn't intend on participating in any real combat. His motives for being here were his own, not those of the Order. He sought what all Sith did, power. This time, power in the form of knowledge. Knowledge that would further expand his arsenal of Dark Side techniques and practices. He knew the former home of an ancient Sith Sorcerer had to be ripe with that which he sought. With the hood of his outer-cloak drawn over his head to conceal his identity, the Sith moved in the shadows of the jagged mountain side that led to the entrance of the ancient Sith Lord's lair.
As he neared the entrance to the fortress, the Darksider fed off of it's tainted presence, strengthening himself as began to manipulate the Force. With an ease which could only be achieved by a master of the Force, the Dark Lord used the Force cloak ability in conjunction with the Sith art of Quey'tek meditation. With these techniques he bent the light around his body to render himself invisible to the eye and concealing his own presence in the Force, effectively rendering himself undetectable as long as he sustained them.
Untraceable as the air, Rebellious slipped through the opposition's formations, passing by enemy Stormtroopers and Imperial Knights alike without a hitch until he came to a small cluster of infantrymen posted directly in front of door. They stood nearly shoulder-to-shoulder as they guarded the path with no way to move between them without alerting them to his presence. Faced with only one option, Darth Rebellious prepared to drop the cloak and engage them head on.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 8, 2013 11:43:21 GMT -8
Talon could see the man coming towards him, not with his eyes mind you but with the force. One such as Rebelious could hide his appearance all he wanted but when on a world such as this Dark Siders stood out like a sore thumb. When he finally appeared he couldnt help but smile. This was his first time in combat since joining up with the Imperial Knights. Sure practice and training is good but the real thing is so much better. Three men around him reacted when the Sith showed himself though. One with the energy shotgun shot at him but at that exact moment one of Draguses horde jumped out and took the shot.
The other two took aim for the center of mass and fired their bolts hopefully flying straight and true. Of course they wouldnt though, but one could hope.
Keeping order of things Talon brought his blade up in front of his body a cruel smile appearing on his face. He was ready for this. He wanted, no needed this. He needed to prove his worth. The men around him would have opened fire but they were to busy holding off the Barbels that were slowly advancing ever closer through sheer numbers.
Meanwhile up in the sky the CR 25 flew overhead once its guns racking the mass of black below, before it to went to the ground. Inside the Imperial Knights stood, weapons at the ready each one of them prepared to die to stop this attack. In front of it all was Xeonon armed to the teeth. Nothing could stop his rage once it was unleashed.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jul 9, 2013 14:40:29 GMT -8
Talon could see the man coming towards him, not with his eyes mind you but with the force. One such as Rebelious could hide his appearance all he wanted but when on a world such as this Dark Siders stood out like a sore thumb. When he finally appeared he couldnt help but smile. This was his first time in combat since joining up with the Imperial Knights. Sure practice and training is good but the real thing is so much better. Three men around him reacted when the Sith showed himself though. One with the energy shotgun shot at him but at that exact moment one of Draguses horde jumped out and took the shot.
The other two took aim for the center of mass and fired their bolts hopefully flying straight and true. Of course they wouldnt though, but one could hope.
Keeping order of things Talon brought his blade up in front of his body a cruel smile appearing on his face. He was ready for this. He wanted, no needed this. He needed to prove his worth. The men around him would have opened fire but they were to busy holding off the Barbels that were slowly advancing ever closer through sheer numbers.
Meanwhile up in the sky the CR 25 flew overhead once its guns racking the mass of black below, before it to went to the ground. Inside the Imperial Knights stood, weapons at the ready each one of them prepared to die to stop this attack. In front of it all was Xeonon armed to the teeth. Nothing could stop his rage once it was unleashed.
His arms dropped to his sides and the Sith proceeded forward, stopping just within striking distance of Imperial Knight who already had his lightsaber drawn. He locked eyes with the man, his amber-hued eyes seemingly staring into the Imperial's soul; although this wasn't actually the case, he was trying to probe the man's mind, but only intercepting surface thoughts. Rebellious placed his right hand on his own lightsaber hilt, but didn't draw it just yet, instead he spoke to the man."I can feel your eagerness to strike me down, Imperial. However, I'm not interested in fighting you. I seek only the knowledge that this place holds."With the index finger of his right hand, the Darth pointed upward at the towering structure which was the Keep before returning it to his side."Knowledge that you and your kind could never understand. So I say this to you... Stand down or die."With his speech over, Darth Rebellious pulled his weapon from his sash and stood prepared to strike down the knight if his demands weren't met. He allowed his dark aura to pour from his body, allowing his opponent to know exactly what he was up against. His presence was calm, but still held an ever present air of danger like the moments before a storm; he was an impending calamity which was only growing stronger in the shadow of a haven of the Dark Side. He waited for his opponent to comply or strike first, either way, he was ready. |
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 9, 2013 15:47:12 GMT -8
If you want it, come and get it. Oddly enough Talon did not wait for Reb to come after him. No he hoped that maybe he could match his meat and lick his ass. Wait thats wrong. Meet his match and kick, KICK his ass. He was going to start out small and test his opponent and use the first form of lightsaber combat. Shi Do. Keeping his blade in front of him while he charged once he was within range he raised his silver blade above his head and struck down hoping to cleave him in half. This was no doubt not going to happen but why not start off strong right.
The ship settled down on the outskirts of the battle, a handful of the Barabels actually being crushed beneath it their squishy bits coming out from under the ship. From the back of the ship a hatch opened up and the Imperial Knights disembarked in perfect formation. The 30 Imperial Knights were 6 men abreast and 5 thick. It was like a flowing single entity of crimson and black with Xeonon leading the march down. He was the only one out of the formation, on his right arm a shield he had made days before. This was going to be his first use of it in the field. In his right hand was the Imperial blade each of the other thirty men had in their hands.
Walking into the fray they met the naked beasts head on. The square spreading out slightly so as to do more damage to the horde. They were attacked with tooth and claw. Fist and foot. Thankfully the Imperial Knights did not give the slightest fuck. Each man protected the man to their right, making sure they would not die while the person they were protecting killed, stabbed and maimed the black tide forming in front of them. All the while they pressed the offensive. Taking everything from the first plague while giving them nothing.
The one in the most danger was Xeonon. He was ahead of the crowd. He sliced and diced. One such Barbel was causing him a lot of trouble. Ducking under his feral swipe that would have beheaded lesser men he kept his shield over his head and felt the thud of another strike. His blade going through the knees of first attacked as he spun around Xeonon stood up and sliced another through the chest his guts spilling out in a roiling mass.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jul 9, 2013 17:18:13 GMT -8
If you want it, come and get it. Oddly enough Talon did not wait for Reb to come after him. No he hoped that maybe he could match his meat and lick his ass. Wait thats wrong. Meet his match and kick, KICK his ass. He was going to start out small and test his opponent and use the first form of lightsaber combat. Shi Do. Keeping his blade in front of him while he charged once he was within range he raised his silver blade above his head and struck down hoping to cleave him in half. This was no doubt not going to happen but why not start off strong right.
At the same time, the Dark Lord stepped forward with his left foot to gain momentum as leaned forward with his left shoulder in a nudging motion, attempting to drive the shoulder into the potentially exposed right side of his opponent's torso, potentially knocking him back a foot or two and giving him an opening while the knight was off balance. If that was the case, Rebellious prepared to continue with the clockwise motion of his blade to bring it to a poised potion with the bladetip pointing at his opponent, from which he would attempt to stab the Imperial in the gut. |
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 10, 2013 10:24:07 GMT -8
Blade met blade red vs silver good vs evil. All that shit. All that mattered was the pretty colours that sparked forth when the two met. As soon as their blades met Talon was ready for whatever would come his way. As the shoulder came towards him he took the shoulder to the chest stumbling back a few inches. However when the red blade came to skewer him things would not go Rebs way. Still with a two handed grip on the blade he batted the blade away to the left and down towards the blood soaked ground(rebs right).
Hopefully with the blade down and out of the way he used his blade to strike towards his opponents right arm. Just a little wound that would only be a pain in the ass. Erm... Arm. The strike if went through would go for the mid bicep area.
Slowly the column of Imperial Knights made their way through the black mass of flesh and bone and blood. Ducking under a swing Xeonon cuts through the scales of one arm before smashing the lizard beast in the face with his shield. Looking behind him he realized he was nearly twenty meters away from the reinforcements and was without help for a moment. He could feel the heat of ones breath on the back of his neck and for a split second he expected to die, then suddenly there was a loud boom and the breath was gone.
The Barabel that had been in front of him lay dead at his feet, nearly ripped in two from such a close shot from the scatter gun. Nodding his thanks at the tropper that saved his life he threw his blade from him. The silver light impaling itself at the hilt beside the mans head another one down. Using the force he called it back to his hand before smiling. I think that makes us even no? Even as he spoke he was fighting and so was the plastoid covered trooper.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jul 10, 2013 18:42:19 GMT -8
Blade met blade red vs silver good vs evil. All that shit. All that mattered was the pretty colours that sparked forth when the two met. As soon as their blades met Talon was ready for whatever would come his way. As the shoulder came towards him he took the shoulder to the chest stumbling back a few inches. However when the red blade came to skewer him things would not go Rebs way. Still with a two handed grip on the blade he batted the blade away to the left and down towards the blood soaked ground(rebs right).
Hopefully with the blade down and out of the way he used his blade to strike towards his opponents right arm. Just a little wound that would only be a pain in the ass. Erm... Arm. The strike if went through would go for the mid bicep area.
As Talon parried his strike, causing his blade to move downward to his right, Rebellious noticed the Imperial moving to strike at his right bicep. Rather than trying to actively block, he chose to dodge the coming attack. Using the momentum started by his own blade being batted away, the Darth allowed his body to enter a quick spin which semi-orbited his opponent's right side. Using his left foot as his initial pivoting point, he turned clockwise until his back was facing the knight's right side at which point he planted his right foot and continued the clockwise motion. With the spin nearly completed and the anterior portion (front) of his body coming to face his opponent's rightward posterior, the Dark Lord jumped backward off of his pivot foot in an attempt to create a bit of space between himself and the imperial as well as creating another opening for attack.
A true example of his vicious dueling style and the precision of his bladework, in mid jump the Darth used the rightward momentum of his spin to bring his lightsaber blade to bearing, slashing at his opponent's exposed back from low left to high right before landing just outside of striking range. At it's most effective, the strike had the potential to leave a deep gash in Talon's back that would have partially severed his spinal cord near the middle of his back, resulting in paralysis below the point of damage (reparable or not). At the least, it had the potential to leave a shallow, yet painful cut that would more than likely teeter on the edge of being debilitating. The Sith didn't pull any punches.
With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he had now taken his first step into the Keep. He was also stood ready to continue the duel if his opponent had somehow escaped injury. |
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 14, 2013 6:18:30 GMT -8
Because I totally forgot to post after reading this I am going with it. As the Sith twirled around his opponent Talon was unprepared for the attack expecting it to come earlier or later. So when the blade struck him it hit him hard. His stoach felt the biting cold of the blade. How was it cold? Simple when something is so hot that burns away the nerve endings it feels like someone is rubbing a popsicle on the affected area. Anyways the strike still rendered him immobile and he stood there wanting to kill the man that did this.
Of course now I need to speed things up so finally Xeonon showed up with the other Imperial Knights. He had seen the man run into the chamber and he followed then using the force he put the cut out portion of cement back up. No one was permitted to enter this. Outside the Imperial Knights bolstered the defenders with fresh blood. They formed a semi circle around the entrance fifteen feet in front of the soliders they kept the others Barabels from entering their blades swing to and fro. Of course not wanting to be outdone the soliders would put pot shots in the open spaces between heads. By now the element of surprise had worn off and the attackers now were fucking around with them (because I am tired and lazy). COME TO ME! FOLLOW MY VOICE One of the Knights outside infused his words with the force to attract any stray Imperials towards him, hopefully he could save them and make them stronger.
Now for the fun part. Inside the keep Xeonon ignited his silver blade and held it as his side. The blade giving off and eerie glow in the gloom Xeonon switched the cybernetic eyes funtion from normal vision to heat. Then he finally saw his opponent in the darkness differing hues of green yellow and red. The blade at this time a bright blue. I can not allow you to enter further Sithling.
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Darth Rebellious
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jul 22, 2013 13:03:58 GMT -8
After incapacitating the salt and pepper haired Imperial Knight, the Darth extinguished his blade and proceeded into the Keep. Allowing his malice and anger from the previous duel to linger within his being, he more easily communed with Bogan, the Dark Side of the Force, which in turn allowed it to more easily lead him to the treasure he sought. His pace was casual as he walked down the shadowy hallway leading to the antechamber of the keep. Before reaching the end of the antechamber and the multiple paths into the inners of the keep, Rebellious stopped dead in his tracks, having felt a Lightsider follow him into the Keep.Now for the fun part. Inside the keep Xeonon ignited his silver blade and held it as his side. The blade giving off and eerie glow in the gloom Xeonon switched the cybernetic eyes funtion from normal vision to heat. Then he finally saw his opponent in the darkness differing hues of green yellow and red. The blade at this time a bright blue. I can not allow you to enter further Sithling.
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