Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 26, 2013 11:26:30 GMT -8
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[Action]The detention block of the Death Star is a narrow hallway with two doors at either end. Doors to cells are on both sides of you, the numbers are endless as all cells seem to be full. Some prisoners hiss for freedom, while others insist you tear your opponent apart. [/Action]
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Nov 26, 2013 13:18:41 GMT -8
Weeee wool Weeee woooooo Weeee
Out of nowhere appeared Davs blue box. Not as eloquent or as in control Panno floated aimlessly through the wibbly wobbly time line until the stolen machine stopped. Stepping out of the machine he looked around. Any self respecting Imperial would know immieditly where they were. The first death star. Trusting that the machine wouldn't have dropped him off just as the proton torpedoes were blowing up the station he walked out.
Unlike most time traveling space wizards Panno was prepared. Born into a society without such fancy devices he preferred practical stuff. Not screwdrivers. Encasing his body was a suit of blood red armour. All Imperial Knights wore it but there was something different about Pannos. It had a bright sheen to it, almost as if there was plastic over top the metal used in it's construction. The other abnormality was the helmet. It served the practical use of sealing his suit against the harsh environments he may encounter. On his chest was the blade of Xeonon. The former Master of the Order, had left this blade to this knight. He knew not why but he wore it with a sense of humility.
The other weapon he used was a sword. Forged by hand in the depths of Aaragu it symbolized everything he was at that point. The dragnet crystal bonding with both sword and owner it gave the metal an unnatural glow to it. The faint glow changed with Pannos inner being. Anger, happiness, love. Everything would be on the sleeve so to say. It's intricate designs actually part of the metal as it strengthened itself withthe aid of the force.
Taking it off his back where it had been mag sealed he stalked the corridor. The pleas of freedom from the prisoners fell on death ears. One arm struck out to try to grasp at the Dressillian. In one fluid motion the arm fell to the floor, blood shooting out of the stump that was left.
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Jerek Morrows
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 26, 2013 15:21:06 GMT -8
The mission had been clear. Get in, liberate the detainees, and prevent fatalities. The newly freed prisoners would take care of the rest. It had been perfect to a science; several stormtroopers were already out cold, their weapons and armor under new management. But this block was different. This block had something more... challenging.
At the scream of pain and the wild outburst of anguish in the Force, Jerek peered out from his hiding place, glancing round the corner at the armored guardsman. The Force was a pulsar of both duty and danger surrounding this man, and if not for the conflict rising in Jerek's wake, he was certain that the Imperial Knight- no mistaking his designation, not with that armor- would have sensed him.
As it was, Jerek could blend with the crowd. He was unassuming, after all- his presence was unimportant, unless he cared to impose it. For the most part, he was nothing- the perfect Shadow. He saw the blood pumping with each heartbeat from the wound, one that would prove fatal after A minute or so.
And Jerek's eyes fluttered. The urge to feel rage was immense, but his mind was too far removed for that. There was only the mission. The darkness could not reach his heart in the midst of duty.
As his eyes came to rest perfectly on the Knight's blood colored armor, Jerek seeped outward, into the current of the Force. His body tingled, just beneath the skin, as the cool touch of the ethereal energies coalesced with his senses, and the embrace of the Light invigorated him.
With a snap and hiss, his blade came to life, and like a dam bursting, the room was filled with feelings of hope, of inspiration, and of consolation. The touch of it slowed the racing heart of the dismembered man as he fell backward in shock, and the others in the cell scrambled to cut off circulation, in hopes of preventing the man from bleeding out. His fate was, for the moment, with them. And with Jerek's afterglow filling their hearts, they became calm and collected enough to have a fighting chance.
Within Jerek, who's eyes were ablaze with purpose, the warmth gave his body blessings of vigor and endurance. Though his hood obscured his features, Jerek's lips and chin were pronounced enough to be seen as he spoke. "A Knight who torments those who cannot defend themselves is not a Knight."
The hum of his saber playing an ominous dirge beneath his words, Jerek wasted no more time on words, instead mentally steeling himself for his duty, and any unforseen difficulties or repercussions. He had made himself known- the burden was now upon him to disappear once more.
To that end, there would need to be no enemy witnesses.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Nov 26, 2013 17:49:16 GMT -8
Well this was unexpected. The Imperial Knight had expected a Sith or another Darksider on the ship, hordes of stormtroopers and possibly even the dark lord himself. A lightsider was probalamtic. He did not even know there were any "good guys" still operating at this point and time. Obviously some records had been left out, possibly they hadn't even known hhe was here. I am a Knight Errant, if he was imprisoned by the empire he was not a good man. I was doing the universe and the current administration by ending his life. I have no quarrel with you, now step aside or fall with those you are trying to free.
It was a rather long speech for him but it was needed. All these people were doomed to die anyways. Why try to save them? He had other more pressing matters. Such as wandering the galaxy and freeing it of all evil. Holding the blade in-between both of his gauntleted hands the blade flicked a dull yellow. Curious, mixed with a mild annoyance. So what do you say Jedi? Will you step aside or fall.
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Jerek Morrows
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 26, 2013 18:38:52 GMT -8
"Their fate is not yours to decide," Jerek replied evenly, striding forward with immense calm in the face of the possibility of death. His presence was immense now, unchained from where he kept it stifled within himself, bathing the men in the cell with warmth and radiating calm, like the eye of a storm. "Mine is up to the Force."
Tragic, to Jerek, it was that such a man- noble in cause- could be so twisted by a lie. But he held nothing in his heart for the Knight-Errant but forgiveness. This was a war started between ideals, waged over freedom and tyranny- and this Empire was a delusion, a curtain of evil thundering down over those who did nothing.
The Jedi Order may have been all but wiped out, but there were those who upheld the Code. There were those who stood with the Rebel Alliance. It was the good- no, it was the righteous thing- to do. Even as the gap between them dwindled, footsteps on cold metal clashing with the harmonious humming of the deadly blade, Jerek allowed his thoughts to recede.
War, battle, chaos- these were neither the time nor place for rationale. They called for decisive action. The galaxy was built upon strife, and strife had hardened Jerek. The blade rose almost imperceptibly at first, rising from it's place at the Shadow's side, as though it moved independent of his being. As his sleeve fell away, however, it was revealed that he had simply twisted his wrist so that now his fingers were upturned, and the blade had done a tight, barely visible turn as it increased in elevation. The tip pointed toward Panno now, and the world flowed through Jerek, it's weight on his shoulders.
He could feel it. Desperation and fear, hope and suffering, resolve and despair. Jerek became one with the basest parts of humanity in a single instant, and he took their burden into himself with a heavy heart. The ice in his expression never changed, though the warmth he emanated In the Force expanded with his selfless acceptance of those lost souls. In return for that noble sacrifice- that dangerous walk along the edge of sanity, on the cusp of the realm that Jedi called the "Dark side"- he was expanded.
Jerek exploded into motion in the instant he was within five feet of the Imperial Knight. The golden blade in Jerek's left hand arced across the distance between them, ripping toward Panno from the man's right, in attempt to strike the armored shoulder of the Dressillian. Even were it to make contact, Jerek knew, the armor would take the impact without much issue. It could largely render the damage from a lightsaber useless.
There was more to Jerek's plan than just slapping away at a metal man, of course...
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Nov 27, 2013 11:48:44 GMT -8
Thus began a dance that would make the two warriors closer than lovers. In this dance the duo will see things about his opponent even they did not know or understand about themselves. Blood, sweat and tears will all be spilt in the name of their respective causes. Panno regarded the man in awe, fighting the good fight. All the righteous stuff that the Jedi had always stood for. Little did he know, or maybe he did that it was all for naught. In a little over 100 years the Empire will be the major force in the galaxy. With this knowledge he steadied himself.
Meeting the man halfway he blocked out the jeers and the pleas for help. Even those who cheered him on, no his focus was singular. The Kedi in front of him. The colour once again shifted to a deep shade of purple, his confidence showing he moved his right foot sideways so he was now facing the blade his opponent on his left. As the lightsaber was still above his own blade Panno raised both arms in a fluid motion.
Whereas most blades would but cut in two by the ionized plasma of a lightsaber this one was different. Forged using durasteel and the purified Cortosis that the Imperial Knights were infamous for it was an excellent anti lightsaber tool. Even then it would have been extremely brittle had he not forged it using an ancient technique. In his hands was a modern day Jedi Katana. As the blade hit the bottom of the lightsaber two outcomes were possible. The Cortosis would shut the lightsaber off for up to several minutes. Or the blade would rise up and over his head.
In either outcome Panno would step forward with his right foot and slash downward with his own blade. He had no intentions of a killing blow though. What he was hoping for was a shim. Using the momentum and weight of the sword he hoped to get a cut across Kereks torso. From left breast down to the right of his stomach. You have sealed your fate. You either die by my hand, or the Empire will hunt you down.
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 27, 2013 15:49:09 GMT -8
Most men, in the heat of battle, found themselves erratic, spread thin, or filled with panic; the world around the two men swirled in a chaotic maelstrom of those sentiments around Jerek, and he could feel the warm embrace steeling him against the wild curremt, wrapping him in a cocoon of placid energies, even as he was battered.
This was courage to stand against the wrongs of the universe, and strength to rival the dark- the essence of the Jedi.
Panno hefted his ornante weapon in a solid motion, to block the lightsaber, and unflinchingly waited. As the blade trickled through the air, Jerek did not need to think in order to realize that the weapon would resist his saber. Instead, the Shadow reacted. Dipping the blade's tip as though it were a brush flowing across parchment, Jerek moved his lightsaber skillfully downward as the Imperial weapon rose to block.
Jerek watched the point where the blades would have met originally with an appraising glance, as if to glean a hint about the weapon's composition. It was a blend of metals, well crafted in a manner foreign to Jerek's eye. He would have to make note of it for intelligence, if he survived this battle.
But the thoughts were brushed aside by a burst of motion from the Knight, his blade sunder in downward to strike in reprisal at Jerek. The Shadow moved as his opponent came forward, dancing to his own right, parallel to Panno, so that the blade would cleave only air. His breath was ragged for a moment, due to his quick response, and when he released it- almost sighing- he stood facing the Imperial Knight with his blade held diagonally in front of his legs, tip pointed at an angle toward the floor. Jerek centered himself in the conflict, brushing off the desires of the incarcerated men for him to drive forward and commit to the kill. "If it must be so, if a life must end, it must end with remorse for the act," he murmured, both reminding himself, and blotting out the violent intentions of the crowd with a verbal response to their whooping and hollering. "A Jedi is a Keeper of Peace. Not a warrior."
There was more, as well, that he left unsaid. The man's armor, as well as his blade, made for difficulty in a traditional approach. Strikes would be far less effective against someone so prepared for a plasma weapon, and Jerek needed an alternative method of approach. He silently thanked the Force for it's gift of aid, and his shoulders sagged as he relaxed. Patience. Calm. Stillness of mind, and of the body. The only way he would find the path to walk was an unfettered mind.
Bringing his blade up, parallel to his body with the tip extended toward Panno- who was now only several feet away, though just outside of an arm's length- the golden hue of his lightsaber illuminated his bold, yet aging features. Stern brown eyes watched the other man, pushing away the urge to give answer to his menacing words. "You either die by my blade, or the Empire will hunt you down." As true as the words might be, Jerek was not dead yet. And only in death does duty end.
Taking another breath, Jerek focused on the Knight, praying for an answer.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Nov 28, 2013 7:41:13 GMT -8
As his blade moved in a fluid motion he thought that his body was playing tricks on him. He was expecting some form of resistance, but the blade only bit air. Only then did his body recognize what his eyes had already seen. He had mirrored his own movement. He was not surprised though, the Jedi had survived both the great purge and the 19 years since that time. He would be no push over. At this time you can't be a peace keeper. You must be a warrior, because there is no peace to be kept. Only a war to be fought.
Having been trained as a warrior and not a philosopher Pannos mind was looking for a solution. Obviously brute strength wouldn't be the answer here, it would take a cunning mind. So he did the one thing that made sense. Taking his sword he flipped it upside down so the tip was facing the ground. Pushing the sword down it cut through the metal like butter. Keeping it there he depolarized the shield of his mask so his face could be seen. No point in fighting an equal when the weapons are different. Seems like you only got the one saber. Now we have the same weapon.
As be spoke though he spread his force presence out. Instead of showing where he was it would make it harder to pinpoint his position, he did this gradually so it would hopefully go unnoticed. At the same moment he shifted his eyes to look at a small symbol inside the helmet. It released a small electric shock through his arm which activated the newest addition to the armour. Almost instantly the armor mimicked the area around it. Where Panno once stood was only an empty corridor with rows and rows of cells. Maybe it was just a manifestation of your mind. Was I ever really here? Maybe the pressure has gotten to you. Perhaps even know you are chained to a wall and you are being asked for information.
New tactic. Get inside the head of his opponent. Use the ability famous to the Sith Don Moch. The voice seemed to echo through the corridor as Panno moved slowly. The lightsaber in his hand, hidden beneath the cloak. He wouldn't strike yet. No he would move aroun to the back of his opponent if he could. Talking all the while. So go free those men, try to make up for your failure as a Jedi. In doing so though you'll open yourself up to their interrogation. Your only chance is to fall here, so they don't get your information.
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 28, 2013 12:54:16 GMT -8
The Force remained an ever mysterious entity, even as the Imperial Knight shifted tactics, for Jerek perceived the act of Panno driving his blade into the floor almost as though it were happening in some far off place. The man's accusatory words, saying he had no choice, that war had come whether or not he welcomed it, awakened a recollection of his training. As if in response, Jerek simply stared through the golden blade at the other man, reciting in his own mind. "Where there is war, I am peace; where there is despair, I am hope. My life is not my own. It belongs to the people."
It would not do to vocalize the sentiment to this man, who seemed preoccupied with violence and destruction, rather than reason. As the man before him slowly appeared less imposing in the current of the Force, Jerek remained stoic, focusing inwardly, now. His fingers gripped the hilt of his blade loosely, slow and controlled breaths mimicking the control within his own mind. His eyes slid slowly shut, and he waited.
Words, from the Knight as he sank into the depths of the Force, echoed off of walls, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once, and Jerek concentrated on pushing them to the outskirts of his focus. Words were wind, and nothing more than a distraction, a dangerous poison attempting to work it's way into his psyche. Words held their merit, both with Jedi and with Sith, but there was a twisted art that appealed to the darkness when it came to them. And Jerek had studied laboriously in the techniques employed by the darkness, to better defend against it.
To empty oneself out was the pinnacle of meditation; a man who spent his entire life learning the art could go without ever attaining true peace of mind, but that life would still not have been wasted. Learning and growing, and ultimately ending with more than one had at the beginning was a success. Jerek had gained that emptiness, over his years, such that sounds that passed into his mind could be likened unto one another. In this instance, the hum of his lightsaber. Panno's sordid soliloquy drowned in the soft humming, and Jerek stood perfectly motionless, poised defensively.
There were times when the best offense was a good defense.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Dec 1, 2013 15:41:16 GMT -8
Even the strongest of wills can be corroded over time. As the hidden Imperial inched his way to his opponents back he continued his speech. Even now you can feel it a tickling in your mind. That is them even now wearing down your defences. Breaking into your inner most thoughts. With that he attempted to brush his mind against Jereks. Nothing that would reveal his location just a simple here is what was said. Then he continued to do that. Every "angle" of the defence was tested and checked to find a weakness.
Are you surprised we are in a prison? They say in your dreams that you keep your inner most thoughts and secrets in secure locations. The bigger the secret the larger the location and this is the death star. Hundreds of thousands of secrets. Then to keep him off balance the lightsaber was activated. A slash from left to right hoping to cut off the head of his opponent. The silver blade curved from the unique crystal inside. After the attack was finished though the blade would shut off with a snap hiss. Why am I here? I am not from this time, my order won't be around for another 100 years yet I walk these halls. I am the one who guards your secrets. Your own subconscious. You can't defeat me as I am you.
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Dec 1, 2013 19:38:32 GMT -8
Far off, the disturbance seemed; a ripple in a pond, or the flickering of a candle. The man pressed his thoughts forward to assail Jerek, but the Shadow responded to something else. Danger. His saber moved in a wide, scything blow that intersected with the oncoming blade as it made it's path toward where his neck had been.
The blade's roared their discontent as they became one for a heartbeat, and then, Panno's weapon dematerialized once again. Jerek had a raw talent for sensory perception that he had honed over years of field work. His mind was gifted by the Force- so his Master had told him- and so, his other senses had come to profit from this. Especially when he immersed himself in the Force fully.
Though, the effect was not entirely efficient over an extended period, it served him well in close quarters encounters. If his opponent could disperse his very presence for an prolonged length of time, well, they would just have to see who ran out of energy first. Jerek's saber completed a full circle in his left hand, Jerek took a full step backward from the direction the blade had struck from, using that as a point of reference. He now faced, persumably, in the general direction that put his opponent in front of him, rather than behind.
Words bled through as Jerek let out a calming breath, not allowing himself to lose his cool. It would have been easy to allow the emotions ripping up all around him like a vortex in, to give them command over his movements and flow within the violence, overwhelming his opponent with a surge of absolute destruction. But the temptation did not outweigh the lofty consequences, nor did the power that the dark path offered seem sweet to Jerek.
There are many roads to strength; the dark side was often considered the fastest, yet most painful. And it was true- the sacrifices one made for power were quicker. More painful. They left you with nothing, used up and empty. And though the payout seemed worthwhile, when you weren't exacting terrible vengeance or reliving sweet moments, only to lose them again, you were alone.
So, when Panno spoke in the voice of a tormentor, Jerek simply smiled, his aging features wrinkling a bit around his lips. Nonsensical speech that wavered just on the other side of his saber's humming wafted dimly across his ears, and he slowly blinked, as if somewhere in his subconscious, he had heard. His grip remained firm, blade tip now sweeping just above the floor out to his left, both hands out to either side.
His back hunched a bit, possibly a waiting stance. He had an enormous amount of patience. All he had to do was survive long enough to land the decisive blow. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the man who had lost his arm was stabilized now, the other men hastily working at cleaning the wound, one looking for a means of closing it to prevent infection and facilitate healing. Jerek did not have the time to concentrate on lending his aid- physical, spiritual, mental or otherwise- to their cause. But the inspiration of men helping one another, the very core of human care and generosity- bolstered the Shadow's vigiliance. So long as men like this, with kindness in their hearts- persisted, Jerek's purpose would not vanish.
No amount of sinister wordcraft would change that.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Dec 3, 2013 16:15:28 GMT -8
It seemed to not be working that much was obvious. There was no retorts, no fighting just standing there. Even when he struck out it did nothing to stir an outburst. Obviously he would need to work on his speaking. Walking to the end of the hall the two combatants facing eachother (although Panno still unseen). They will break you. They will get every secret you have about the rebellion. Everything. The best way to serve them now would be to fall. With that he appeared once more 40 feet away from Jerek. Come fall and do the right thing. This time he ignighted the blade and held it in both hands. The curved blade ending just above his head.
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Dec 3, 2013 16:38:38 GMT -8
Jerek deflated a bit as the man reappeared far enough away from him that neither of them could do lethal damage to the other. He relinquished his close hold on the Force, and in turn, it breathed him out of it's grasp. It was almost like losing an old friend, but more the fond memories than the pain of loss. Still, it was humbling and taxing, and the Jedi's body showed signs of someone more his age, rather than the youth he had displayed previously. Valor was perfect, when faced with incredible odds, for rising to the challenge- and it had done great things in the way of keeping him alive.
But the time had come for him to face this challenge on his own, for they both had fallen from their clouds and landed in hell. As his saber slipped back into it's hilt, Jerek stooped next to the cell and looked in, this time more closely, to assess the wounded man, and his brow furrowed a bit. He reached into his kit bag and produced a med pack, which he stuffed through the bars for the other men to use. Though crude than a proper surgical treatment, it would have to suffice.
Rising, hands resting at his sides as he looked over the Imperial Knight, Jerek nodded, this time indulging the man's words."Got tired of hiding, I see," he called, just loud enough to cross the distance, "but it might disappoint you to learn that you went in the wrong direction. I'm still over here."
He began to stride forward calmly, slowly, the smile not leaving his face. "Ah, well. Let's meet halfway." He nodded sagely, taking the time that the man's distance had bought him to "catch his breath," so to speak. It never did to jump from one intense encounter into another. Patience, calm, diligence.
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Post by Panno on Dec 5, 2013 16:43:43 GMT -8
So he wasn't entirely without wit. That good news, taking off the helmet he looked in Jereks direction and nodded. Enough of these tricks now they would fight like men. Placing it on the ground Panno began to walk towards the Jedi wondering how he would be able to best end this. He could not die here, doing so would mess up the timeline and the men he was chasing would escape.
Both hands in front of him he didn't do anything fancy once the two of them were within striking range. Rather he slashed downward from his opponents left should down to the right hip. The same attack he had used before, he tried to lull his opponent into a sense of security. Thinking that he would be predictable. Even as he slashed he made a point to look at the shoulder a split second before his swing.
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Mar 23, 2015 17:10:26 GMT -8
Panno: You were the clear aggressor and at points held a slight advantage, but every strike was able to be negated by the defenses set by your opponent. Even so, I would have liked to have seen what would have happened if you two would have been able to finish the match up.
Jerek: You never really held an advantage at any point, but your defense was good. Even when Panno sunk into stealth, you were able to sink into the Force and thus negate his strike at you from the rear. I thank you for showing signs of you character being tired after concentrating on an adaptation of the Force for that long.
As entertaining as this match was to read, it pains me to say that I see no clear winner. Though Panno appeared the aggressor throughout the match and seemingly held advantage at points, he was not able to connect with anything. As much as I would like to declare a winner, I see no victor to award with the win. Therefore, this match is deemed a draw
Ruling: DRAW
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