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Post by Death Angel on Aug 8, 2013 2:28:25 GMT -8
To the left of the entrance would be the vast, unlimited knowledge-base of the Archives. Anyone could read any book and gain more knowledge from it. There were books on legendary creatures, other urban legends, Force powers, lightsaber combat, modern trends, current news affairs, and gaining enlightenment and maximum effect on Force-user powers, among others. The computers there were very effective, and there were a dozen public booths, as well as a lab full of them, so many students could simultaneously do their research, and on their spare time, play games, which were unblocked after their classes.
There were three levels filled with scores of sets of bookcases, with clearly marked and organised sections kept tidy by the hundred bookkeepers and librarians running the place busily to aid the students that visit the place of research.
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Post by Death Angel on Mar 5, 2014 14:28:03 GMT -8
Decstalix and Mentis broke away from Coruscus and Requiem, and perused through the halls of the library. Now Mentis was a reader. Expecting him not to have a book for leisure nearby him at all times was like expecting snow in the Jundland Wastes. Dec, on the other hand, only read what would benefit him.
No, Mentis, we are not going down there again. I am locking myself away in the labs if you're going to be here for hours. I have better things to do than to waste my time ambling about with words and amusing my bemusement.
You can't possibly resist such great literature. Zahn, Stover, Salvatore, Anderson... the universes of cognition here are limitless!
I'd rather read on the geography of Banol's Maze so I know how to best torture the pompous brats of the next batch down for their trials.
You need to loosen up a little. It's like sand – the more you try to get a grip on yourself, the more you'll slip away.
And your open-mindedness could lead to your brains falling out of that wide open slot.
Sigh, I'd expect as much from a blade-wielder. The best defence surrogates for a weak offence.
And I'd expect the same from a Force-wielder. The best offence mitigates for a weak defence.
Oh will you two get a room for your petty discussions? I have work to do!
Don't we all...
So the two continued strolling the bookshelves while debating at a merry-go-round pace.
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Post by Death Angel on May 5, 2014 1:13:52 GMT -8
As Mentis and Decstalix squabbled quietly while strolling along the holocron archives, they sensed the presence of Tempest, in a distressed mood, descending upon the Academy. Shutting up, they both ran towards the landing pads to meet him.
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Post by Death Angel on May 8, 2015 10:39:11 GMT -8
Coruscus walked into the meditation chambers deep within the archives, and closed the door after him. He had a book on Mind Trick techniques, and after a perusal through the chapter to familiarise himself to enter the trance, he sat in the middle of the designated ring, shut his eyes, began to connect to the Chaos realm. As a Sith Juggernaut, he'd been developing his Force Fear technique, and now he was learning how to use Force Horror. In time, he hoped he'd be able to surpass even Lord Angel's adeptness at Force Insanity. Maybe Tempest would teach him Beast Control. What a dominant presence he'd bring on a battlefront, riding on a terrible war beast. Or perhaps Mentis could teach him to corrupt one of the native war reeks. After all, each of Angle's apprentices specialised in a specific dark art proficiency to shoulder the other's lack thereof in another. He drank deep of the Chaos energies that filled the chamber with crimson essence.
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Post by Vasari on Feb 26, 2017 21:18:08 GMT -8
Vasari sat quietly in one of the dark corners of the library, her eyes pouring over the ancient words in the text before her. Her fingers thumbed the edge of the next page, eager to turn it to read on yet patient enough to wait until she had gained every last bit of knowledge from the current one. Her finger moved up the edge to the corner as she completed the page and quickly flipped to the next. The Spell she had been studying for some time spoken of on the pages of this tome, and yet it's true meaning and purpose still beyond her. Yet still she did not grow frustrated with it. She knew knowledge only came with understanding, and understanding only came with experienceomes and time. Turning yet another page she read on... She had come to this Academy at a young age, only a girl to the eyes of the teachers here and regardless of the problems she had had with the other students she had quickly risen to acolyte. She had shown an interest in the deeper arts of the Force, and a talent to peruse them beyond her regimented studies, and after a while her instructors had deemed it wise to leave her to her independent studies given she showed up for her classes and did not fall behind. And so for the past several years the majority of her free ions had been spent here, pouring over old texts and tomes reading and learning about the deeper arts her heart had driven her towards. Her current divergence had led her to The Tome of Marka Ragnos. She even had to complete a task for the librarian to even be given access to it, and even after read it through several times she still felt like she was... Vasari growled slamming the ancient tome shut and pushing it to the other side of the table well out of reach and slammed her fists down onto the table, her patience and resolve for her own chosen area of study gnawing on her well developed patience.
"Curse this damned book... I know I am missing something perfectly obvious!"
Raising her hands to throw back her cowl she moved her fingers across her bald scalp, tracing their way between the circle of seven horns that formed a perfect circle around her skull. Closing her eyes she sunk into a breathing exercise to calm her body to fall back into rythem with her mind.The breathing drills had been taught to her early on as a method of controlling and focusing her natural ill temper towards whatever task she was set to, and with a few exceptions it worked well enough.Red eyes snapped open after several moments had passed. They fell once more on the Tome across the table and narrowed with determination.
"I'll fail one day... but not this day."
Vasari reached across the table and pulled the tome back in front of her, flipping through the pages until she had regained her place and bent her head over the Old book once more, but probably not for the last time.
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Post by Vasari on Feb 28, 2017 23:09:03 GMT -8
Sith Academy - Archives Isolation Rooms
The explosion of the main courtyard gate shook the very foundations of the ancient Academy. The sound concussed within the enclosed space and carried for miles in any direction. The students had been informed a month ago that a renegade from the well known Savage Clan had returned to the planet looking to cause trouble, claiming the title of Sith'ari of Iridonia and thus claiming the Academy as his own. The Headmaster had spoken out only once about the subject saying that it was doubtful the upstart would ever take the capital let alone their Academy and so the students had nothing to concern themselves with but their studies. After that information was denied them, communications were severed from anyone outside of the Academy and no student was allowed off the grounds under pain of death. In normal times the older Acolytes were given free range of the desert and the mountains that hugged the Academy on either side to test their skills against the natural power of Iridonia and the creatures that lived in each region - and yet for the last weeks the Academy had been sealed off and even to the most reclusive of student... it was beginning to feel claustrophobicVasari's eyes reluctantly pulled from the Tome of Marka Ragnos. She felt as though her understanding of the section of text was growing, and had even come to understand the basics behind what Marka had called Qazoi Kyantuksa, and yet there seemed to be no basis anywhere else in the text for how the skill was performed, or even what the true purpose of the skill was. She was certain the text would lead her to an understanding of the what was mentioned prior to be the 'Will to dominate life found in another,' but it seemed to her that the Tome was missing a large section in the middle, but under close inspection she was sure that no pages were missing, nor had the text been tampered with in any way. The ceiling above her head shook causing a sprinkle of dust to reign down upon her head and a low menacing growl to issue from her throat.
"What now..."
Hours earlier... or what could have been nearly a half a day or more that she had been down here attempting to grasp the meaning of these spells... the upper echelon of the Acolytes and most of the instructors had been summoned by Headmaster Malakai to a 'secret' meeting. Classes had been released and the students had all been ordered to return to the dormitories an hour and a half before usual curfew. There was clearly a mysterious and ominous air about the Academy, and seeing as to how Vasari never adhered to curfew to begin with she had snuck away and came here as she was like to do upon such occasions, especially in the last few weeks.The young Zabrak stood and closed her eyes attempting to center herself in the Force and reach out to her surroundings, the other students.... anyone nearby, attempting to ascertain the cause for what she was sure sounded and felt like an explosion. A sharp pain came to her mind preventing her from focusing and not even a moment later a second concussive sound rocked the room causing the room to shake, this one closer... louder and Vasari was sure - War had come to the Academy on Iridonia. She gritted her teeth together and scooped up the Tome from the table pushing the chair out of the way to do so causing it to tumble back onto the ground in the process before turning and moving up the stairs of the small study chamber that had become like a second dorm to her. Taking the small flight of stairs three at a time - her long nimble legs having no trouble with the exercise she she came to a wide open room that served as the Archive database. Computers and Datapad linking stations ran up both walls and sported several stations around the center of the room. She was not at all surprised to find it emptied what with the curfew and all, but she should at least see the library technicians and the Archive keeper linger or skulking around some corner or another. She kept pace however, quickly moving through the Archive lab into another, the "Ancient Texts" room... which also happened to contain a secret corridor leading from the library to the dormitories - a secret she had chanced upon several years earlier. The doorway was already open however......which caused Vasari to stop in her tracks and quickly scan the room. She never left the loose swinging stone wall ajar so that it could move itself open in her absence, and in all the years she had used it she never had seen another soul within or about the entrance on either side. Vasari thought for a moment when she initially did not see anyone around that perhaps the explosions could have caused the doorway to open, but a second into her mental inquiry the feeling of danger pricked at the base of her skull and instantly she was tucking into a forward roll - the ancient tome tucked tight against her breast. Not a second to soon - for that momen she heard the ignition of a Lightsaber blade and felt the head of the plasma filled weapon graze the wing of her shoulder blade. Coming out of her roll still clutching the book to her chest she turned to face her attacker, eyes narrowed menacingly at the cowardice of the actions taken by the one she saw - and recognized instantly.
"Dravok... you fall to me in the Arena and so you sink to a cowards strike from the shadows?"
"No one is here to protect you this time... Kassadin has already fallen. The First Order breach team killed him in the Courtyard"
Vasari's eyes widened slightly at the news - she knew he was telling the truth, even though he might have told such a lie even to set her off. She recognized the truth not in Dravok's voice or tone or eyes, but remembering the sharp pain she had felt right before the second explosion had shook her from her study. The Zabrak opposing her stalked forward lowering his blade to a classic low guarde of a Makashi duelist, he forwent the honorable salute that usually accompanied the motion already knowing there was no honor in what he was about to do. She steeled herself, her nimble fingers clutching the Tome as if the tattered old text would defend her in some way from the blade he held - and still he continued to speak...
"He died quickly you know... no pain... probably didn't even see it coming... Light pike took his head clean off... and now you will soon follow him. The First Order will take this Academy, and I will present them with your head as a sign of my loyalty to the new Sith'ari... Viox Savage!"
"I've beaten you once..."
Vasari's voice held little fear, but also no false confidence that could have been akin to the kind that held strong behind his own voice, the voice of a man looking down the blade at a seemingly defenseless opponent.No one within this Academy would underestimate an Acolyte, armed or no... to do so would almost instantly spell death for the one in question. Every Acolytes first class was to make the Force a part of their bodies as well as their minds when they fought, to wrap the force around them like a bubble to protect them - or to at least give them warning against such tactics as a hold or a choak through the force. A single slip could mean a saber arm does not raise high enough to block and so is removed by an opposing duelist who could focus their minds to such degrees in combat that they could influence the force around their opponent, while holding their own 'shield', all the while locked in close combat. It did not happen often, but such mistakes were rarely made twice.Vasari squared her stance but did not move. Dravok was not the best duelist... and he was small for a male Zabrak, barely an inch higher than her own five foot six inches and had the long lanky limbs of someone half his age, but he had been fencing with a blade for the majority of his time here, and the odds were already stacked against her.
He struck out, an arcing curve with his blade - a simple twist of the wrist really - meaning to make her move to the side so he could riposte and skewer her with a sharp and quick thrust through the heart, a maneuver that would mean her death without a blade to defend herself. Luckily it had only been a month since their last fight in the Arena and Vasari was well versed in his combat style - which for a duelist of his practice - never really changed. The heart of Makashi was always the idea that your skill outweighed your opponents and with enough time a deathstroke would open up. Gathering the Force around her like a second cloak she rushed him... something completely out of character for her fighting style which usually clung to the dodge, evade, survive theme of Form III. The force granted her the speed she required to get within his sword arm stroke and taking her opponent by surprise she threw her shoulder full force into the duelists abdomen. The satisfying crunch let her know she had broken at least one rib and the sharp inhale he took hinted at the fact the strike had knocked the wind from him. This granted Vasari her much needed first attempt at disarming him. Raising her wrist her fingers swooped downward like the head of a swan she struck quickly at Dravok's sword wrist causing a grunt of surprise from him as the blade curved in a direction he had not intended and struck a shelf of old dusty books. The books caught fire almost instantly as the pale red blade made contact - a small poof of flame and smoke before the show died away into a slow singed burn among several of the ancient priceless tomes.
Recovery came quickly for Dravok after that - the instinct and the adrenaline of battle kicking in and even though his chosen combat form did not reflect it, he was Zabrak and battle was in his blood. He growled, a savage and hearty noise, and with the ball of his fist struck Varasi square across the jaw. He felt the blow glance as she was already spinning away from him but contact was made when he reeled back to regain her feet he noticed she was doing the same, but spitting a large clump of blood from her mouth and raising a... WOOOOOSSHHHH his world went black for a moment as he felt a large stack of dusty tombs fall upon his shoulders and crash upon his head. He roared, the Force flowing through the noise and outward causing the books to fly out in every direction away from him as he brought his curved hilt up in defense against and attack he could not see, but almost knew would be coming...
Vasari however had sunk back into her norm of defense, a habit she had developed in combat that even now when she knew she should have pressed the advantage against a better positioned opponent she could not avoid. The Way of the Mynock engraved itself into the heart of those that embraced it making them very difficult to kill. She saw the blade come up and danced to one side... a blind strike avoided followed by an arcing slash following the moving form - again avoided. She moved about him like a dancer, her footwork perfect even after he had recovered from her smokescreen of ancient texts. He was well enraged now, the dark side flowing through him making his fencing sloppy. Vasari had noticed early that the slow weary ways of the Mynock frustrated many of the inexperienced Acolytes, and even more of the older ones. Her refusal to fight back made them want her dead all the more. She laughed at the thought as she twirled away from yet another wild slash at her arm - now he was just trying to make contact and she knew it. A few more minutes of this and his anger would get the better of him and he would make a mistake, and that would be her second opening to disarm him.The second opportunity never came. Viox's 'Charlie Team' had just breached the Archive doors and this time the explosion shook the very ground they stood upon. It felt as if turbolasers had targeted the position from space and the resulting quake took both Zabrak by surprise. Vasari suffered the worst, mid twirl - an evasion she may have performed a thousand times went horribly wrong and she lost her footing right as the ground shook. She turned attempting to use the Force to stabilize her body a moment to late... an arc of Dravok's blade - the smell of singed flesh - and the cry of pain all processed within her mind but passed before she could react, and when she recovered she was lying on her back looking up at Dravok hovering over her... still clutching the Tome of Marka Ragnostightly between her fingers. Dravok did not wait to gloat... victory was within his grasp and he quickly lowered his blade to remove her head - an overzealous wild strike unfitting a fencer - yet Vasari was in no position to do anything... she closed her eyes ready to accept death when she heard the words she had read a thousand times echo in her own voice within her ears "Will to Dominate life found in another..." and then the reply of an ancient voice a powerful voice but remnant upon the winds of the Force as he completed the puzzle that was not written "... Found only when you accept that you do not Dominate your own." The voice of Marka Ragnos was unfamiliar to her ears, and yet there was no mistaking who had spoken to her. She opened her eyes and Dravok's body stood frozen above her, his eyes blank emotionless - the joy and rapture of victory no where within them - nor the pain and anger of it being taken away so simply. Vasari's mind was clouded with the haze of combat and pain - she wasn't sure of what part of her body his blade had found purchase in - all of her seemed to ache with the pain of the single strike and she groaned not yet realizing the gravity of what she had just done... the successful cast of her first bit of Sith Sorcery... and she found herself wishing that she had killed Dravok in the Arena a month ago. She blinked again and before she could focus fully she watched out of the corner of her vision as Dravok's arm moved almost in a Makashi salute but the angle was off... too off... she reached up attempting to stop him but it was to late, the arc of the blade had reached its zenith and within a heartbeat Dravok's own head fell to the floor, his body soon after. Blood went to her head as she sat up she raised her arm to attempt to shield the pain and realized then where he had struck as the whole of her arm protested the movement with a searing pain centered just below her shoulder. The scent of burnt flesh was overpowering and before she could even turn to address the saber burn upon her bicep her mind swirled with pain, the weight of what she had just done, the fatigue of battle, and exhaustion that came from her Force reserves being drained in the casting of the Qazoi Kyanstuka. The book finally slipped from her fingers as Vasari fell back against the stone ground as the last bit of consciousness slipped from her grasp.
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Post by Vasari on Mar 6, 2017 12:19:10 GMT -8
Sith Academy - Archives - Old Texts Section
Vasari blinked her eyes and for a moment she wondered if she had. The room was dark, or at least so she felt, she growled and pushed her cowl back out of her eyes. She leaned forwards and then wished she hadn't. Her body pulsed with pain, her arm was burning from the saber wound she had already sustained and the loss of consciousness had caused the blood to rush to her head and now it pounded uncontrollably. She growled and forced herself up to knees and sank into a meditative pose... attempting to clear her head of the pain, and wrap her the force around her body once again.The young Zabrak's mind played through the events of the battle, her minds eye watching her body as she evaded the erratic but practiced strokes of the fencers blade - something about the entire situation had been off... Dravok was no where near her equal, or at least so she had always believed, and even if she was a practitioner of Form III and chose more often then not to spare the lives of those she faced in the arena he couldn't have believed she would allowed him to live... and yet he had beaten her... with the aide of the breaching teams that were even now moving into the LIbrary. She could feel the presence... the entire team... Charlie, and the one that lead them. Something about the group caused the Acolyte to pause and reach deeper. Knowledge... he was searching for knowledge. He wanted the Library.Vasari smirked and opened her eyes. She still struggled with the wounds of her most recent fight, but she had put her body well in order, and once more her mind was in control. She exhaled and licked her lips tasting the blood upon them, her own or her fallen opponents she could not tell but the taste focused her mind even further. She tilted her head towards the secret passage door and willed the Force to close it. She stood and extended her hand towards the fallen Zabrak's curved hilted blade and called it to her hand. She disliked the Makashi Form, but the Blademaster had forced them all to learn the basics of each before they chose their own to become the master of. The feeling of the hilt was alien within her fingers but as soon as she thumbed the switch and rolled her wrist to flourish the blade into a Makashi low guard she felt more confident. Her yellow eyes narrowed as she stepped out of the of the Old Texts room into the main room...
Sith Academy - Library and Archives - The Stacks
The Library was separated into many small compartments of knoweldge, but the main room that housed the vaulted ceilings and the many stacks of books, holopads, datacrystals, and computer terminals had been known to many of the Students as simply 'the stacks'. Many large shelves flanked the central walkway of the room that lead towards the main gate, now blown wide open by the encroaching First Order Strike Team. Smoke from the grenades the team had deployed to shadow the area still lingered in a heavy fog about the entrance, more a hindrance to the senses then any real threat.Vasari lengthened her strides as she rounded the last stack from the Old Texts section and placed herself in perfect line of sight to the main door. She pulled off her cloak and with a flourish of her new blade sliced the discarded and disheveled garment into pieces before returning the blade to a low guard. The Zabrak woman stood now with only a banding of leather straps over her breast connected to a leather sleeve down one arm - her sword arm - while the other remained bare. Her cowl was attached to this last scrap of garment which now was tossed back revealing her perfectly shaved head and her crown of sharpened and perfectly groomed horns. Vasari peered through the smoke allowing her connection to the Force more than anything else to guide her line of sight as she awaited the strike team first blind shot into the room before they breached in full.
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Post by Viox Savage on Mar 6, 2017 12:41:58 GMT -8
Sith Academy. Corridor outside Library entrance.
Academy Blademaster Clarell and her young apprentice Zinyal, rounded the corner just as the doors to the Library were breached. Clarell merely looked down at her apprentice, nodded, then drew her blade. The violet blade sprang to life in her right hand. Gathering the Force around her, she launched a telekinetic blast of energy at the rearguard troopers. The Storm Commandos were tossed aside. The Shadowtroopers merely braced against it and turned to face the new threat, igniting their lightsaber pikes in the process. Clarell merely grinned. It had been some time since she faced off against an opponent who actually wanted to kill her. This was going to be fun. As Clarell sprinted forward, Zinyal leaped towards the Commandos, slicing limbs off wherever he could. The young Zabrak's double bladed saber was a flurry of movement as he hacked and slashed though the group. As his master took care of the Shadowtroopers, he was determined to face off against the mechanical monstrosity that was leading them. Hopefully his arrogance and overconfidence wasn't going to be his undoing...
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Post by Vasari on Mar 6, 2017 13:18:40 GMT -8
Sith Academy. The Stacks.
Vasari's eyes widened when the breach team did not focus upon her. The moment the first group was through they were hit from the flank by two Zabrak swordsmen. Vasari's eyes narrowed upon the pair - recognizing them instantly. The Battlemaster and her apprentice!The young Zabrak didn't have many friends in the Academy, and now that Kassadin was dead there was one fewer - but the Battlemaster had always been a neutral force, neither against her or in her defense. but she had taught her a more valuable skill than most, and now before her eyes the full force of that skill was being brought to bare against the intruders. The battlemaster and her star pupil were carving their way through the group. She moved towards them hoping to join their offensive but a section of the breach team had finally noticed her and two of the Shadowtroopers were charging her, lightpikes already ignited and a small group of storm commandos had unleashed a flurry of blasts in her direction. Their aim was surprisingly accurate and with a flurry of her blade she barely deflected three plasma blasts aimed at her chest swirling in a tight movement to send that last one hurling back at the trooper that shot it. She paused watching the trooper fall and moved into a defensive stance the moment the two Shadowtroopers reached her - they worked in perfect synchronization, clearly trained to fight as a pair and as Vasari worked herself into her traditional defensive stance deflecting each blow with practiced ease - always making sure to keep the two in between her and the line of Storm Commandos waiting for a clear shot, hoping to surround her...
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Post by Viox Savage on Mar 6, 2017 13:41:19 GMT -8
Sith Academy. Library Entrance.
Clarell's violet blade swept the legs out from underneath a Shadowtrooper. As he fell, she slammed into another with her shoulder, rocking him back. As the trooper staggered backwards, she brought her blade up and with one quick flick of the wrist, the trooper's head was sent flying. Zinyal, on the other hand, vaulted over the Storm Commando closest to him and impaled him on his rear blade. As he withdrew the blade, he sneered at the mechanical leader of the group.
"You have defied this Academy by spilling the blood of its students. You will pay for such sacrilege. Die!"
The boy spun his double saber and lunged forward, hoping to catch the man off guard.
Clarell was still finishing up with a Shadowtrooper when she noticed another student inside the Library dealing with two Shadowtroopers and a handful of Storm Commandos. Gathering the Force around her, she vaulted up over everyone and landed inside the Library. She then charged forward at the unsuspecting Storm Commandos. She managed to dispatch two before the rest noticed and opened fire on her. As she deftly deflected blaster bolts away, she called out to the student.
"To me, acolyte! We will take them together! Just like we trained."
As she continued to deflect blaster fire away from herself, she moved with grace, closing the gap between herself and the student currently engaged with the Shadowtroopers. Most students in the Academy were well trained in the arts of swordplay, however, these Shadowtroopers were above and beyond the standard blade work and tactics covered. A result from their years of training at the hands of their master, no doubt. But now was no the time to focus on that. The Library and Archives needed to be protected, with their lives if need be. The information stored here was not something the invading forces could be allowed to gain access to.
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Post by Vasari on Mar 6, 2017 14:00:55 GMT -8
Sith Academy - the Stacks
Vasari was hindered by the foreign blade in her hands. The curved hilt made everything different - through everything off. The angles were wrong - every stroke of her blade felt wrong, like she was learning to fight all over again. She allowed the frustration to feed her as she lunged inside the reach of the Shadowtroopers range and touched her hand to the troopers chest sending a surge of lightning through the armored form in front of her. The light show and the flash of splintered armor and the scream of the Trooper inside caused the other trooper to take a step back before lunging forward to impale the Acolyte from behind. Vasari turned and threw the Fencers blade straight like a dart at the aggressor, the blade stuck straight into his chest causing him to fall back. The action only took a manner of seconds and by the time Vasari noticed that the Blademaster was calling out to her both of the troopers fell to the ground dead, and Vasari was holding a new weapon... one of the lightpikes the trooper had intended to impale her with.
"Im with you Blademaster..."
Vasari whispered igniting the Lightpike, the feeling of the stafflike weapon much more at home in her hands than the fencers curved hilted weapon had been. Taking a step or two forward she fell into line behind the blademaster as she dispatched the last of the Storm Commandos. She looked at the breach force fanning out among the stacks, soon this entire place would turn into a cross fire bloodbath. She caught sight of Zinyal moving towards who Vasari assumed to be the leader, a human who seemed to be half cyborg. She gathered her senses and peered into the group of troopers before her - only a few moments had passed and she was ready to jump into the fight in earnest.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 22:08:41 GMT -8
Sith Academy. Library Entrance
A young Zabrak Sith Warrior with a double bladed lightsaber lunged at Alex, causing him to go on the offensive. Alex thinking quickly raised his right arm and started to focus on transforming his charging opponent's energy into a force power known as Malacia. While Alex was focusing on his attack, he thought back to his time training with his former Master Jun-dar Kaz, the one who taught him this force ability.
In Witwer's mind the memory of him learning of the Force ability known as Malacia: Inside the Secret Temple's training grounds, Ten miles North of the Dark Diamond Palace.
In the center of the Training grounds a younger Alex Witwer sits listening to a Holocron that his master left for him. Alex knew that Jun-dar would end up doing something like this since he said that sometime during the day he would head into the capital to get some supplies and information on the state of the galaxy. Alex figured that he would head out before he himself woke up.
Alex are you paying Attention to me? See i knew that you would wonder off in thought, which is exactly why i left the instructions in a holocron for you.
Alex decided to pay attention to the instructions, or better yet just listen to them a again. After several attempts at learning the basics of the technique. Alex thought he head outside and train their for a little while. He didn't hurry to get outside since most of his energy was spent on trying to learn the basics of this technique. He walked almost at a pace where it seemed like he took a few steps then stopped. Once he reached the stairs to go up and out of the temple, some of his energy had returned to him, so he decided to pick up his pace so that he could practice some more before Jun-dar returned home. Alex never really like how many stairs there were going from the training grounds to the entrance outside, but it's not like he could he could leave and find a new place for them to stay. Before he knew it Alex had reached the top of the stairs and he could feel the sun's scorching heat on his face. Alex could see a wild Reek roaming around, Alex thought that this Reek would make for the best pratice target. Alex raised his right arm and focus and transforming the Reek's energy so that it would turn its equilibrium against itself, After Alex performed the force ability he could see that the Reek was having a hard time walking and kept failing over and then finally the Reek began to convulse to the point where it relieved itself of its stomach contents
The Memory of Alex's training soon began to fade away as he was brought back to the here and now.
Alex meet his opponent's eyes with his one eye that was still visible, and released his attack.To anyone that was watching this it would appear like Alex had just raised his right arm, only he and his opponent would know what he just did.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 1, 2017 0:01:57 GMT -8
Sith Academy. Library Entrance.
Zinyal charged forward, hoping his skills were honed enough to end this swiftly. As he ran, he noticed the half human, half machine being that was leading the group, raise his right hand and extend it in his direction. And then a wave of nausea and disorientation washed over him. His pace slowed as he staggered unsteadily on his feet. Fighting the urge to vomit, he dropped to one knee, releasing his two handed grip on his saber hilt. Instead it now hung in his right hand as he fought, but ultimately failed to fight the overwhelming nausea. Closing his eyes as the world seemed to teeter and tilt, Zinyal heaved once, twice, and on the third heave, he expelled a mouthful of stomach bile. It splashed on the stone floor as he spat the awful taste out of his mouth. His entire body was trembling and a cold sweat had come over him. He was willing it to pass, but it seemed as though the machine man was stronger in the ways of the Force than he originally assumed.
Meanwhile, inside the Library...
Clarell's violet blade clashed and sizzled as it deflected the yellow blade of the Shadowtrooper. Whomever brought these troopers here, they had trained them well. Not well enough to best her, but well enough that any novice student wouldn't stand up to them for long. As she parried a blow, she cast a quick glance back at the acolyte she had saved.
"Tighten up your footwork and remember the breathing techniques I taught you!"
As Clarell shoved the yellow blade away, the momentary distraction allowed the Shadowtrooper to bring up the metallic staff end of the pike. It connected square in the left side of her jaw. She staggered and stepped back. Rubbing her mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood, she glared at the trooper. As he readied another blow, Clarell countered. As he swung the blade at her, she shifted her grip on the hilt and parried it away, as she stepped, she spun around the trooper and managed to catch him in the ribs. With a pained yelp, the trooper dropped. She then proceeded to hack down a Commando and took noticed of how they were scattering amongst the stacks.
Knowing that they were losing the advantage, she worked her way back to the acolyte, deflecting blaster bolts as she went.
"Come, acolyte! We must fall back and regroup. This is not a battle that can be won right now."
Still deflecting bolts back, she noticed the Shadowtroopers hanging back behind the wall of advancing Commandos who were slowly pushing them back with blaster fire. It was time to leave the Library through the servant's passage and regroup with any resistance left within the Academy, provided there was any...
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Post by Vasari on May 1, 2017 20:32:45 GMT -8
Sith Academy - Within the Stacks
Vasari's footing slipped the moment she parried one lightpike away and fell victim to the upswing of another that she was barely able to avoid - tripping over her own feet in the process and taking the very edge of the pike's blade against her arm. The scent of burning flesh brought annoyance to her expressions more than pain and then came the rebuke of the Blademaster - fighting for their lives and the lives of those within the academy and she still had the time to correct her footwork! Vasari grunted in annoyance as she regained her footing, her roots stronger now - based in what little she knew of the Makashi style of fighting that this place was designed for - she couldn't fight like she was holding her own saber...
"This sword is..."
The young zabrak's words fell away as a shadowtrooper pressed his attack unsure of her new adopted form of style assuming she was still off balance and went in for the kill - a single well placed thrust that would have impaled her upon the end of the pike.Vasari's feet shifted with a bit of effort to the alien forms necessary footing and swept the curved blade up in an arcing motion pushing the pike away from her and then with a tilt of her wrist and a flick of the curved blade she brought it down on the troopers unarmored wrist severing the hand from the arm and forcing him to drop the pike and retreat before she brought the blade back up to take his head.
"...Awfully imbalanced."
This brought a chuckle from her lips as she turned and shifted towards the blademaster's back noticing her dispatch another of the troopers. At her warning for the necessity of retreat Vasari then noticed the troopers spreading out in the stacks - they had lost control of the entrance to the library and so they had lost the only strong point in their defense. Soon they would be surrounded and shot down. She shifted back into Form III's perfect defense and reached out with the Force to feel the life around her.Her movements grew more lucid and free as she shifted the single bladed weapon and over and over in her hand returning the constant barrage of saber fire as she split her mind into two parts, then three - the first focusing on her defense and the others connecting her mind to the flow of the force around her as she shifted in front of the Blademaster and raised a hand... with a spark of the living force and the anger and rage she kept constantly pent up within her mind and spirit she unleashed a devastating torrent of Sith Lightning from the tips of all four of her fingers as well as her thumb as her hand extended like that of a bear claw towards the five troopers closest to them - lined nicely to concentrate their fire upon the two duelists. The arcs of lightning caught the troopers in their arc and the lightning Danced between the five of them back and forth until all were driven to their knees from the constant strain of kinetic energy coursing through their bodies - not enough to kill them perhaps, it was a sure thing their armor was insulated but with any luck it would give them a bit of time to retreat.Vasari shifted back to the Blademasters side gesturing towards the entrance of the Library.
"What about Zinyal?"
Vasari had no love for the Blademasters 'star pupil'. He was an arrogant twat who hardly deserved the position and favor he had been shown but he was a member of the Academy and they would need every sword they could to withstand this onslaught the supposed new "sithari" had brought down upon their world.Vasari barely hesitated with the words as she moved towards the entrance to the room she had just come from - back towards the secret passage, bringing her newly acquired blade up in her defense returning several bolts of energy back to the barrels they had sprang forth from leaving the weapons useless, but their owners still breathing.
There was only so much to be done against the shear number of enemy troopers they were dealing with.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 1, 2017 21:20:25 GMT -8
Sith Academy. Stacks. Servant's Entrance.
The Blademaster's single purple blade moved in a rhythmic motion as she parried the occasional saber pike from a Shadowtrooper that ventured to close and deflected the barrage of blaster fire that was now pouring down on them. Knowing full well that the young acolyte fighting for her life along side her was out of her element here, there was no way they could continue this up for much longer, despite being the Blademaster of the Academy, physical prowess had it's limitations when out of your element. As the acolyte asked about Zinyal, all Clarell could do was reply honestly. She had lost sight of him as the tide of the battle had forced them back. Hopefully he would be alright, but even he wouldn't last long against the sizable enemy onslaught.
Zinyal was an adept swordsman. Highly skilled with a doublesaber. He, however, lacked experience when it came to the Force. He had mastered the basics easily enough, but he couldn't seem to figure out even the most basic of defensive measures. And that was likely to be his downfall. All Clarell could do was hope the cyborg leading the group was not very skilled with a blade.
Pushing such thoughts from her mind, she glanced behind them, noticing the servant's access.
I remember it being much bigger...she thought to herself.
Summoning the Force, she pulled the hatch open.
"Go! Now! I will follow!"
Shifting her stance to cover a wider area, she squared off against the advancing troopers, giving Vasari the chance to get into the servant's passage without any difficulties. Hopefully they could both escape this nightmare soon enough.
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Post by Vasari on May 1, 2017 21:42:34 GMT -8
Vasari wasn't one to argue with direct orders, and she could tell by the Blademaster's barring that she herself was not sure what the fate of her apprentice would be. Lowering her blade after returning the last blaster bolt straight into the helmet of the trooper that fired it she deactivated the uncomfortable weapon and darted into the servants exit, not even sparing a moment to look at the headless form of the student she had slain to gain ownership of the weapon.
Darting through the dark passage like she had walked it all her life the young Zabrak student quickly emerged on the other side. She was closer to the Dormitories now than the Archives entrance, and from the sound of things - it looked like the fighting had already moved through here. She wanted more than anything to head to her quarters and take back her own weapon but she knew that the troopers would follow them and she needed to look to closing off their escape. Looking at the solid redstone rock of the doorway she knew that nothing more than a large explosion would close the doorway for good.
Better hurry Blademaster - I think I can seal this exit from this end but you need to be on this side of it when I do...
Without hesitating further the young Zabrak ignited the crimson blade of the curved hilt and thrust its point into the rockface just the left of the doorway. the solid rock wall had no weakness and it would take forever to carve out a collapse point into the rock, however as the young student of the Force dropped herself into the deep sea that was her minds connection she guided her blade in slow deliberately diagonal lines from the doorways side into the small corridor, then repeating the action on the side, then both again right below the ones she had just made. She continued this for several moments... beginning to grow worried that the blademaster had not come, but doubly grateful for the time to carve out the trap.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 1, 2017 21:54:35 GMT -8
Deflecting blaster bolts back at their targets, albeit with less accuracy than she had started with, Clarell held the enemy at bay. The hallway into this particular nook of the Library was narrow and she used it as a choke point to funnel the enemy to her. It helped her hold the position. As she knocked back a blaster bolt, she could hear the voice of the acolyte within her mind. Inhaling deeply, the Blademaster thought of a quick distraction. Noticing the shelves of holodisks and texts, she delved into the Force, focusing on them. Once she was certain she had a grip on them, she pulled them both down, into the center of the narrow hall. They shelves collapsed upon the few standing Storm Commandos in the hall. This caused enough confusion for Clarell to deactivate her blade, clip it to her belt and dive into the servant's passage. She tucked and rolled, popping up on a crouched stance and glanced back at the acolyte.
"Whatever it is you plan on doing, do it quickly. Otherwise this will have only served to grant us a small reprieve from the fight."
Clarell knew the acolyte before her. Not particularly well, per se, but well enough to know that her talents lay elsewhere. Blade training wasn't her strong point. No, this one was more adept in the Force. Specifically the ancient Sith magics of old. Pretty rare in an acolyte as young as her. Regardless of her talents, for now, the duo was relatively safe. Unless Vasari's plan to block the entrance didn't succeed in time...
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Post by Vasari on May 1, 2017 22:30:15 GMT -8
Vasari stood to the side as the Blademaster tumbled out of the narrow passageway, she had already removed the door - with a great deal of effort seeing as to how on this side of the hidden passage the door was made out of the very wall that was used to hide the passage. Vasari was already standing well away from the door when the narrow span now wide open and clear - save for the deep cuts she had made along the interior of both sides of the passage. The cuts were a sabers length deep and the stolen blade had nearly overheated during the undertaking.Vasari closed her eyes and laid a map of the force within her mind. she raised both of her hands and slip her mind now four ways, one for each cut she had made. Isolating the sections of the wall within her mind she strained against the strenght of the rock before she forced herself to relax and let the Force guide her in the action. She pulled the wall down piece by piece... each slanted cut within the rock allowing for only marginal give and alone it wouldn't have been enough, then just when she had tilted the wall in on itself she delivered a massive push of kinetic energy towards the wall causing the passage to buckle several meters back towards the Archives - then the passageway imploded, the weight of the wall surpassing the weakened state of the archway carved into it
"Honestly wasn't sure that was going to work..."
Vasari's admission of surprise was quickly replaced with an overwhelming air of confidence.
"They wont be following us through here..."
Her smirk of victory quickly faded as she was reminded suddenly of the entire situation that they were a part of. Only an hour or so ago she was reading peacefully in her secluded corner of the archives and now it seemed her entire world was burning to the ground around her. The revelation crossed her face only seconds later as she looked towards the blademaster for answers.
"Master, What are they doing here?"
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Post by Viox Savage on May 1, 2017 22:43:28 GMT -8
Clarell, still breathing heavily from the exertion in the fight, leaned against the cool stone wall opposite of the acolyte.
The acolyte had just posed the same question she, herself had been struggling to answer since this whole ordeal began. While she didn't have an exact answer, she did have more information now than she did before her and her apprentice had arrived at the Library.
Sighing wearily, Clarell answered the young acolyte.
"Honestly? I think it has something to do with the new, self proclaimed Sith'ari. He invaded Malidris, the capital. After eliminating all resistance there, he claimed the vacant throne for himself. Were it not for the defiance of the Headmaster, we may not even be in this predicament. The only reason we are fighting right now is because of him. He didn't think allowing this Sith'ari a chance to exert his new found power was a good idea. At least, not after the last Iridonian who sat on the throne..."
Clarell trailed off, thinking hard.
"Perhaps if we had more information, instead of relying on the blind obedience the Headmaster expects, we'll discover the whole story. I for one, do not wish to see the lives of the students needlessly thrown away...and the Shadowtroopers we fought certainly have been trained well. Most of the younger students here won't stand a chance against them. Some of the others might...we need to get to the Comm Hub. If we can listen in on the attacking forces, we'll have a better idea as to where they are more heavily focused on. Perhaps if we can avoid them where they seem to be focused, we'll learn the truth in all of this."
Clarell glanced down at the young acolyte, waiting to see if she had any input to offer before they set out.
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