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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 2, 2013 21:28:15 GMT -8
Dante's face frowned within the veil of his hood, quelling the reflex to lash out instantaneously. He let out a soothing breath to cool the seething embers within. Now was not the time, he was too close for this. Too close to let his humors become unchecked. Dante watched keenly for slight hints or cues from the two Jedi, and if they were indeed aware he wasn't who he seemed. Dante cursed inwardly, as it seemed his carefully laid plans were possibly about to unfurl at the sentries cautious behavior.
They hadn't been warned of his arrival, and this rankled with the Old S- ... Jedi. He had to act fast and concisely. If this worked, He'd have to admit; they didn't make them like they used to. Dante focused his mind, brushing the annoyance of this trifle moment aside and focusing on the here and now. On his purpose...
Dante watched, concentrating as the sentry started past him towards the Praxeum. "There will be no need for that..." Dante spoke softly, in a very mellow tone to the sentries. "All you need to do is stand guard before this Gate." He continued in the same even tone of conviction. His voice seeming to resonate, almost echoing slightly as the words left his lips. It seemed to stop both Jedi in their tracks, their bodies becoming rigid. "Master Dewe needs you here, not tracking my clearance..."
"We. are. needed... here." Said both the sentries in unison.
"Yes..." Replied Dante, the word rolling off his tongue with the force of a steady tidal wave, as he stepped closer to the Library's gate. "Allow me entry, and remain at your posts."
Both sentries gave the Jedi Knight a curt nod and went to each side of the gate, where terminals lit up at their advance. Simultaneously both Jedi sentries put a data-slate into their terminal, and the large portal started to open.
Dante just smiled.
"We'll remain here..." Answered the sentries as they returned to their original positions, looking out around the walkway towards the Praxeum.
"Yes, yes you will." Dante finished, waving his Mk.IV's past him and into the library. "Begin recovery protocol... Be gentle, but be thorough." The Jedi said to the convoy as it pasted him with successive acknowledgement chimes.
The Jedi Knight waited until the entire convoy was completely inside the library to follow, releasing the sentries as the large library gate closed behind him. "Ahhh." He said with a relieved sigh, watching his droids go about his bidding. "Finally, after all these years... I will have th-." The Jedi started to exclaim triumphantly, before seeing two figures (Nel, Stev) off to his side, watching him quizzically. "Studying?" Dante said with a chuckle, as he took down the cowl of his hood, revealing a youthful face to the two learners.
Dante's hazel eyes surveyed the two students, before a content smile crossed his healthily tanned face. His long chestnut brown hair was up in a tight knot; with the exception of two ceremonial braids on either side of his head. He stood around 1.9 meters tall in a weathered pair of boots. His robes were in just about the same shape as his boots, yet they seemed odd. Not that they weren't the robes of a Jedi, but they seemed to be out of place, maybe even out of another time. They weren't the drab drapes of the Order now, no, they were more like the personal garbs of old, when the Jedi were allotted a small bit of personal flair. One thing stood out on the man's left lapel, a stylized insignia of an orange flame within a circle.
"Is there something I can help you two with?" Dante asked, knowing how odd his entrance had been.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 6, 2013 21:54:34 GMT -8
Joruun watched as Dante's droids moved past them and into the archives, the Miralukan's curiosity piquing as he looked back to "Dante" with a concerned look on his face.
"We couldn't help but overhear your conversation with the guards. You said that you came from Yavin; does that mean that mean that the Praxeum there has fallen Knight Calibar?"
If the Yavin Praxeum had indeed fallen then the Ossus Praxeum would likely need to be evacuated quickly as Joruun doubted that the Mando'ade would wait any more than they needed to before striking for the nearby target which Ossus offered. Glancing to Nel with a worried look, the Padewan hoped that he was wrong and that Dante had come to save the archives merely as a precaution should the Yavin Praxeum fall.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 6, 2013 22:34:26 GMT -8
Nel, too, watched the droids go by, and she drew her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it between her teeth. Something wasn't quite right here, but she couldn't place her finger on it. With her discomfort, she stood up straighter, to look not only taller, but to show she was paying attention. All those books... They didn't belong to just one person, and for a moment, she held her tongue about it, listening instead to Joruun as he asked his question, before she asked her own. "What do you plan on doing with all these books?"
She turned her gaze from the droids and back to "Dante" once more as awaited his answer, returning to worrying her lower lip, even if the rest of her seemed ready to defend herself against this man she didn't know. Her right hand rested on her hip, with her weight resting mostly on her less dominant leg as she watched him.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 6, 2013 23:45:00 GMT -8
Dante gave the Miralukan as smile, knowing that the young man couldn't physically see it, but he could still feel it through his special sight. Ah, the Miralukans, such a fascinating race... Dante hadn't been in ones' presence since his days with Tandassii on Tatooine; the thought of which slowly made the Knight's smile fade to nothing. The past playing out in his mind. The loss, the pain, th-...
Dante snapped out of his reminiscing, his thousand yard stare fluttering momentarily to see where his droids were, before returning to the padawans in front of him. He felt it, the anticipation, the worrying of inexperience... The doubt. He gave the emotions a very slight scoff. "Oh youth." Dante said bemusedly, almost unconsciously to himself aloud, before addressing the two padawans. "Ah, so, they've been teaching students to eavesdrop now, huh?" Dante began lightheartedly, trying to show a Knight with a slight sense of levity to the seriousness of the question asked. "I have come from Yavin..." He continued, his face growing troubled. "As for the Praxeum." Dante's eyes trailed off into the distance. "I'm not sure if it has fallen. When I left. When I was ordered to leave, the Mandos were only starting to orbitally drop their invasion forces." It was a convincing story, and more than likely true; despite the farce being presented at the moment.
Dante's wrist comm chimed twice, but the Jedi Knight ignored it along with the young Zabrak's question. Instead he started to walk further into the library, not really waving the padawans to follow him. It was more or less a given that they'd follow; he had their undivided attention. "I'm here to save as much of the library as possible. It's not a question of if ,or if not... It's a question of when. The Mandalorians are savages, and Bogan-bent on silencing every Force sensitive in the Galaxy." Dante eyed the two padawans seriously. "It's a very dark time, young ones... but, trust in the Force." He finished with a congenial smile. "But I have work to do, please excuse me."
Dante gave the two padawans a bow, before continuing further into the heart of the library. He had to get to the deepest of the archives. Nothing of importance would be on this level. He raised his comm-wrist arm up and activated it three times. "Protocol 6." The Knight said softly into the device before putting his arm down. The chimes earlier had alerted him that there were more Jedi on the lower levels...He had replied with an order to stun any Jedi that impeded their collecting efforts.
As Dante continued down an avenue flanked by rows of data-slates and books, an acknowledgement chime issued from the comm.
Dante smiled.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 9, 2013 16:33:34 GMT -8
Joruun listened intently as "Dante" explained the situation and elaborated on what he was doing here on Ossus. While the young Miralukan would have liked to know for sure if Yavin still stood strong against the Mandalorians, some news was better than no news. None the less the situation sounded dire, and if the Council had ordered that the Ossus library be relocated it must mean that they were anticipating the possible fall of the Praxeum. It was as he pondered this that a thought hit him and he spoke to "Dante" as the man walked away. "We can help Knight Calibar." He glanced sideways at Nel, looking to gauge her thoughts on his offer. It was an easy choice in his mind; the knowledge contained within the Ossus library was vast and of great historical value and thus they should help in its preservation. "If it's as bad as it sounds on Yavin then we must get to work immediately so that as much of the library can be saved and taken to Coruscant; We would be fools if we didn't help."
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 9, 2013 17:24:57 GMT -8
Nervousness began to manifest, and Nel wrung her fingers together to try and offset them as she listened to first "Dante" and then to Joruun as they spoke to one another. At the mention of relocating the information found within the library, however, she tensed at the idea of losing it all. When Joruun looked to her, she nodded firmly in agreement. It would be a shame to lose so much knowledge to the Mandolorians, simply because they wanted to wipe out any with a leaning towards the Force. She swallowed and nodded again, trying to find the right words to use. The need to protect all of this around her bubbled in her chest as she finally answered. "Yes. Let us help, Knight Caliber. Many hands make light work, I believe is how the saying goes. What can we do to assist?"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 9, 2013 18:07:50 GMT -8
The Jedi stopped in his tracts as the Miralukan made the genuinely kind gesture. Dante's face bristled with a wash of frustration, unbeknownst to the padawans at his back. His brow furrowed, he didn't have time to babysit, yet he couldn't risk these two knowing something was off if he declined. A reactionary thought ghosted across Dante's mind. He could kill them here, now... No, he said to himself. He wasn't here for that, especially not padawans.
"We would, wouldn't we?" Dante said with a nod, before turning around slowly with a smile on his face. "Not everything can be saved unfortunately. I'm here for the truly unique pieces, the utterly priceless and irreplaceable." The Jedi Knight started to walk again. "And most aren't found on this level..." He pointed a finger to the floor. "The truly precious history of our Order is below, far below. Away from prying eyes." The Jedi's last sentence seemed to carry some weight behind it, as if he was eluding to the fact that the padawans weren't supposed to know such things. "If you follow me, and want to help in the preservation of such knowledge - know that you must do as I say." Dante stopped in his advance and turned slightly to look at both padawans. "No questions asked."
Meanwhile 5 floors below ground-level...
A single pair of Mk.IV's exited the turbolift to sub-level 5. The hovecart they flanked was still completely absent of plunder, as they made the short trek through the carefully preserved remnants of a thousand year old Jedi chantry... Within it's sacred and ancient braced walls were numerous Jedi holocrons, each having its on illuminated pedestal. Without compunction, the droids stopped in the middle of the chantry and started to carefully collect the Jedi artifacts; one by one.
"Excuse me..." Came a small voice from further within the chantry. "Can I be of assistance?" Said a frail looking woman who stepped into the light, in the garb of an archivist. The two Mk.IV's continued their job, seemingly ignoring the woman's polite questioning. "Is there something the matter?" She asked, coming closer hesitantly. "I haven't been able to contact the Praxeum. The Comms systems seem to-" She stopped, her expression changing from concern to alarm. In that instant, despite the Republic/Jedi markings on the driods, the gravity of the situation seemed to freeze her in fear, but she spoke anyways. "You're not from the Republic, are you?"
The Mk.IV's answered by drawing their E-5's in unison and leveling them at the terrified archivist. The sound of stun-fire echoed off the catacomb-like walls.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 11, 2013 16:08:46 GMT -8
As always, her pride reared its head and scoffed at the idea of doing what another said without question, but she quickly beat it back and nodded to the man who had just asked for her obedience. Balking at him at a time like this would not save what the man had come to save, especially after she had already given her promise to assist. Of course he would ask for no questions to be asked of him. He would surely know how to handle such precious cargo without risk of it coming to harm. And yet, there was another part of her, that part that yearned to learn more so she could make use of it, that also perked up at the mention of far more important texts and holocrons far below where she stood. She swallowed some and realized that she had begun to salivate at the idea of so much knowledge she still had yet to get her hands on. How embarrassing. "Of course, Knight Caliber. We will do as you say."
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 12, 2013 1:21:43 GMT -8
Unlike his fellow Padewan Nel, Joruun had no such compunctions against keeping his questions to himself if that was what was required to save as much of the invaluable archives as they could. Nodding in affirmation, he voiced his own opinion alongside Nel. "We understand Knight Calibar; non-essential questions will just slow us down." Unlike the young woman beside him, Joruun did not feel the tempting draw of the rare and in some cases forbidden knowledge which lurked below them; his concern was with preserving it for later generations and keeping it from being destroyed by the Mando'ade. Moving to follow "Dante", the Miralukan Padewan found himself wondering just how long they would have before the proverbial hammer dropped and the Mando'ade attacked Ossus. In his opinion it was more a matter of when rather than if, and he hoped that when that day came the Praxeum would be ready.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 12, 2013 20:13:21 GMT -8
Jud gave both a nod, as he continued towards the Turbolift at the end of the isle. With a a wave of his hand he accessed the lift's controls, opening the lift gate, so that they wouldn't have to wait. Just then his wrist-comm blinked red, it strobed several times before stopping.
There had been an altercation, and it had been dealt with, but it wouldn't be long now, before this charade came apart. Dante hastened his steps while keying up his comm. "Alpha, Sigma, Protocol 8... 20 minutes. synchronize on my mark... Mark." Dante entered the lift as he synchronized, and left out a long sigh.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 15, 2013 10:01:38 GMT -8
Following behind "Dante" with Nel, Joruun stepped onto the turbolift alongside the others and waited in silence. Many questions rose in his mind as they waited, but he remembered his agreement to not question the Jedi who they had offered to help and thus held his tongue, saving the concerns and curiosities for later. There was a time and place for everything, and now was neither the time nor place for such unnecessary inquiries; The preservation of the archives was the important thing.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 15, 2013 18:43:34 GMT -8
Nel stood on the turbolift, her arms tucked behind her back, and worry filled her once more as she waited for them to reach their destination in the archives below. Her hand encircled her wrist, and she fidgeted her encircling hand. It was something to do with her hands, something to distract her while she held her tongue. Questions whirled and spun in her mind, and all she did was first look from "Dante" to Joruun. If there was such a threat (and she had no doubts to there being one), why just send one man to collect what he could? As she had agreed, though, she kept her inquiries to herself, before looking forward once more. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, before once more glancing over to the man they were helping. It was more to get a better look at him then anything. It was something to do.
Time was of the essence though, and her anxieties made her heart beat faster then it normally should have. She wanted to be useful, to not be just a failure of a Padawan, and the longer the silence held, the more her thoughts spun and whirled like that, of how her weakness with the Force made her not as capable as her friend beside her. Her teeth gritted together, and she inhaled sharply, trying to calm the anger and frustration that such thoughts brought her. Slowly, she exhaled, letting her wrist go to rest on the hilt of her lightsaber. That. That was a reminder to her. That she could do so much if she put her mind to it. Nothing was impossible, merely difficult to achieve.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 15, 2013 21:34:56 GMT -8
One floor, two, three...
The lift stopped softly, and opened to a room full of stasis-cabinets. Five of the original ten Mk.IV squads were fast at work collecting all manner of trinkets; texts, scrolls, sabers, data slates, data cubes. They were all laid out in their droves on the hovercarts that stood idle in the midst of the vast chamber.
Dante stepped out of the lift and addressed the first droid he came by. "How much more time until completion on this level?" There was a tinge of annoyance, maybe even urgency in the Knight's voice.
The Mk.IV was silent for a moment - probably due to collating data from his brethren - both on this level and abroad. 90% complete on this level. 80% on sub-level 5. 30% in the vault, my Lord. The droid finished.
Dante was silent - deathly silent - after the droid addressed him as "Lord". Did he not order them to NOT refer to him as Lord? He almost went for his sabers, his hands twitching slightly as he waited for a reaction from the two padawans behind him. Would they notice the odd slip up, or would they wax over it?
"Thank you..." Dante managed, finding it hard to sound genuine. "Continue, and when finished report immediately to the shuttle." He finished, the droid ch8iming and then turning on its metallic heels to rejoin the pillaging.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 18, 2013 10:15:16 GMT -8
My Lord? It wasn't hard for her to miss that slip up by the droid and she looked forward to the man who stood ahead of her. She had stayed back and to the left of the man as they had come off the turbolift onto this floor, and so she looked at his back. Her gaze then turned to Joruun, her expression asking if he had caught it as well. She kept her mouth shut, of course, as requested, and as promised. Needless questions wasted valuable time as Joruun had pointed out, and to garner more of his respect, she followed his lead. Even if it was odd, in this instance, what had just occurred. She cleared her throat after a moment to speak, however. "What can we help with?"
Was this the level they would be helping with? Or even further down? She had no idea, and though unneeded questions would slow them down, some questions were in order, at least. How was she to know what she was to do without asking? She looked to the man called "Dante" and waited his response, though she still glanced to her fellow Padawan. Didn't he find this the least bit strange?
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 19, 2013 15:30:59 GMT -8
The returned look which Joruun gave Nel shared her sense of confusion, concern evident on his face as he fought to rationalize why a Jedi would have a droid which referred to him as "Lord". The immediate thought was that "Dante" was not who he claimed to be, that he was in fact a Sith, but Joruun dismissed that notion as folly; surely the Praxeum guards would not have allowed a Sith and this many droids, no matter how well disguised they were, this deep into the Praxeum. Thinking over what he knew, Joruun eventually settled on the idea that perhaps whoever had programmed these droids had a taste for the anachronistic and had programmed to refer to Jedi as Lords, as was sometimes the practice before the Ruusan Reformations. Tearing himself away from his internal rationalizations, he allowed Nel to ask the question which he himself had been wondering as well, waiting curiously for the answer.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 20, 2013 10:16:32 GMT -8
The question was laced with wondering, and the feeling of his back story slipping started to rise in the Knight's mind. He looked down at his wrist-comm as three chimes sounded accompanied by three green flashes. The signal eased his mind slightly. Three of the ten carts were full and on their way back to the shuttle. He looked again at his comm, seeing that only ten minutes remained of his original twenty minute window. "You both can go to the far end of the isle." Dante answered finally, pointing towards the back of the chamber, where two Mk.IV's were diligently taking several metallic cabinets off of a stasis table. "See where those two droids are? On the next table are three tomes." Dante's finger shifted slightly to the left, where three very thick texts laid open on individual stands; so that they may be viewed by those that searched for answers within their cracking pages. "I would appreciate it if you could get those on the cart, we're running a little late." He finished with a thankful smile towards the two padawans.
"I'll be over by the data-slates." Dante stated pointing to the opposite wall of the chamber. "If you need m-" He started as a voice came from behind them.
"Padawan Joruun, Nel... what are you doing down here?" Said a deep male voice.
Dante turned to see a middle aged Jedi standing just outside the turbolift. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes were searching and quizzical, as he spied the padawans in tow behind Dante. He wore the robes of a guardian, and his full bearded face told a tale of the years he had been with the Order. A Master perhaps? Dante thought, as he turned completely to face this unforeseen development.
"And who might you be?" The Guardian finely stated to Dante. "I don't think I've ever seen you in the Praxeum before?" The Jedi's tone was even and cordial, but Dante knew it was for show, and that the Knight or Master was only being so nice as to not startle the padawans. "I'm Master Theri, and you are?"
The Knight's brain burned with calculations. How? Why? Was there a way? Should I? Dante's mind whirled with possibilities. He could reveal himself, take the children as hostages or leverage until his task was done? Dante shook his head internally. No, the Jedi were probably on alert if the Praxeum's Comms were down. He'd have a swarm of Jedi barring his way before too long; not that that should be too much of a problem, but still... He wasn't here for bloodshed, he was here for knowledge, and that was it. Needless killing never helped a situation. Dante took a breath before answering Master Theri.
"I'm sorry Master Theri..." Dante said with a respectful bow. "I'm Knight Calibar, and I have been sent here from Yavin for the sole purpose of saving our Order's past." Dante continued, looking the Master Jedi in the eyes, measuring his facial response. "The two young ones asked if they could be of assistance, and without thinking I accepted. My apologies." He finished with a respectful bow again, all the while cursing the minutes slipping by.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 20, 2013 12:32:25 GMT -8
The Zabrak froze midstep at the voice behind her, terror filling her more then anything else when she was asked what she was doing down here. Slowly, she turned on her heel to face him, her hands once more going behind her back, with one hand encircling the other out of nervousness. A habit that kept her tongue still and fed her energy into something physical as she listened to "Dante" speak to Master Theri about why the two Padawans were down in this part of the Praxeum. She drew her lip into mouth and worried it between her teeth, her eyes downcast. Nel knew she was going to be in so much trouble...
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 20, 2013 15:37:16 GMT -8
"I see..." Theri answered Dante, as he measured the Padawans. "And you were sent here to safeguard the contents of the library?" The Master Jedi asked.
"Yes, The most prized artifacts were, are the priority..." Dante began, sensing that Theri was not at all convinced by the guise. Maybe he knew something that Dante didn't, had the Jedi managed to win the fight? Was that even possible? "I hope you understand Master Theri, that I can't save everything? That's why it may be that you haven't heard of my arrival or duties. Time is of the essence, do you not see that?" Dante continued in a pleading manner to see if the Jedi would see that his prying was only hindering Dante's recovering.
The Jedi was silent for a moment, his face as stern as it had been since his arrival to this section of the Library. "I think you're lying..." Theri answered curtly. "I find it oddly coincidental that you show up on this planet, at this Praxeum, and that our communications seem to be nonfunctional." The Jedi's robes parted and his right hand went to the hilt of his saber, taking it haphazardly off its link to his belt. "I also find it odd that I wasn't informed by Orbital Command or Master Dewe that you were a person of such importance. Important enough that he would be allowed to enter his own Order's archives with armed droids..." Theri's eyebrow raised and a smirk finally crept across his bearded face. "Add to that the fact that the guards at the Library's entrance seemed as surprised as me that two sets of Mk.IV droids just seemed to exit the Library with all manner of Jedi treasures." Theri stepped forward, igniting his emerald saber's blade before addressing Dante again. "So, tell me another one, Knight Calibar... if I can even call you that?" Theri scoffed, before stepping forward again. "In the name of the Republic and the Jedi Order, I place you under arrest; under suspicions of espionage, theft of priceless Jedi artifacts, and possibly treason - if you are an actual Jedi..."
Dante just smirked, clapping his hands together in mock applause to Theri's rousing and correct accusations. "Well done, Master Theri... but I had truly hoped not to have this happen." Replied Dante, his face shimmering slightly as he dropped his guise, his hand moving down to his wrist-comm and thumbing a button. The young man's color faded, his hair turning a peppered grey. Jedi Knight Dante Calibar ceased to be - once again - as his skin sunk, turning into the pallid visage of a grinning corpse.
"Ah..." Jud'dayus breathed a sigh of relief, his dark presance exuding from his body in waves. It was as if he just changed from a stuffy Jedi suit into Sith pajamas. "You can call me Lord Jud'dayus." The Sith replied continuing to grin at Theri. "Actually Master Theri, you can just refer to me as Lord. "Jud laughed, as the droids who had been gathering stopped and turned towards the Master Jedi, and his two padawans.
The Old Sith could see the inner workings of the Jedi's mind, as he stood there, saber drawn. Theri was trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was facing down a Sith lord on Praxeum soil. He was in the presence of a being that had just waltzed into one of the most precious deposits of Jedi knowledge in the galaxy. "You..." Theri managed, his voice catching in his throat slightly. "You are under arrest... You Sithling piece of shtako." Theri's saber came up in a ready stance for combat.
Jud just sighed.
"Why?" Jud asked genuinely. "Why did you have to go and insult me?" Jud shook his head and chuckled, waving the droids forward with what they had gathered. "And here I was thinking I'd let you live. Let the droids stun you and the children and then be on with my work and my way..." Jud sighed again. "But you had to go and lump me in with my inferiors." Jud said, his calm facade cracking as his single eye glowed a fiery ruby red within the sunken socket of his face. "Very well then..." He answered in a raised voice, his skeletal hands extending out from his sides. "You have brought this upon yourself." As Jud spoke two intricate sabers sprung from his robes, each finding a grasping hand, before igniting into brilliant amber orange blades. "The droids will leave us." Jud stated sternly, it was almost in the tone of an order. "Then I will make you beg for your lives before I'm done..."
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 29, 2013 9:57:08 GMT -8
As "Dante" was revealed to be a Sith Joruun stepped back, igniting his blue lightsabre with a snap-hiss before settling into a defensive stance. The leaving droids became a countdown timer of sorts, and as each made their way out the Miralukan tensed more, slowly circling Lord Jud'dayus until he was standing near Nel. While he had no way of knowing just how strong this man was Joruun did know that of the three Jedi present Nel was the most vulnerable and he had no intention of allowing her to be targeted by the Sith before them if he had any say in the matter. Motioning for her to move with him with a nod of his head to the left, he began circling back around in the direction that he had come from, aiming to position both Nel and himself so that the Lord Jud'dayus was between them and Master Theri. After-all, he figured, what better way to maximize their numerical advantage while also hopefully deterring a determined attack against Nel than to force their foe to turn his back on the strongest of them in order to strike at her?
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Nov 29, 2013 11:49:21 GMT -8
Her saber lit up in her hand, a warm orange of color as she followed Joruun's instructions. Though she appreciated his protection, it still grated her that he thought her in need of it. When it came to the Force, yes, she was weak, but she liked to at least consider herself competent when it came to lightsaber fighting. Then again, this was real and not a training duel. Her fingers shifted on the hilt as she walked in step with her Miralukan friend, listening to the Sith lord's reveal with a mental shake of her head. Of course, insulting someone was not a wise move, but she kept her mouth shut, focused more on survival then witty banter.
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