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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jun 23, 2014 6:59:18 GMT -8
Oridin City was a major city on Fondor.
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Yisex Ge
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Post by Yisex Ge on Sept 9, 2016 13:44:35 GMT -8
Oramis could feel the vibration through the sand, the stamping of feet from the assembled crowd seated in the stadium, chanting and cheering, the volume was immense, the atmosphere electric and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, this is what he lived for, the surge of the crowd, the thrill of the duel, the dust of the arena, and what an arena it was. It stood 50 metres high, an oval shaped bowl like stucutre hewn from the very rock itself, central to Oridin city the locals called it the chasm and it held many gladitatorial bouts featuring the top athletes, the thrill, the exctiement and this season was Oramis' path to glory, path to accliam and a path to reclaim what had once been lost.
The duels you see were somewhat elitist, those whom entered came from the various houses and although the prize money was great, what was at stake was the name of your house and each house had a champion. For years Oramis had trained and honed his skill with the dueling blades used in the bouts and now this year for the first time was representing house Vaszillion. To be chosen to represent a house was great honor itself, but Oramis was not bothered about the honour of representing house Vaszillion, for should he win he would have enough acclaim and finance to bring house Ramforth from the ashes, restake his claim and become a self made man and reclaim his noble title, all this could be his, all that stood before him were forty nine other houses each with a champion of their own.
The competition was set up so that each house was firstly split into a group, each group containing 6 houses, each house would duel each house in the group once, the toptwo houses would then go through from each group stage. The remaining twelve would then each duel each other twice with the top four then competing in the semi finals. Where each fighter would have to face an unknown opponent and then in a second fight would have to face one of the other three competitors. Four would become two and this would be the final.
As of now Oramis had to face off against Vax of house Ciring a virtuoso with a vibrorapier, or so it was said, the referee brought the two combatants to face and salute him and then each other, he briefly summarised the rules, the winner would be the one whom forced their opponent to surrender or retire, place their opponent in a poition where they could no longer fight, or win on points, points were scored by marks of contact made, but also judges looked at precision, technique, control, skill and damage.
With the salute out of the way the rather large crowd suddenly hushed and held their breath to watch the fight, the referee called out "Begin" and the bout was under way.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 9, 2016 17:22:44 GMT -8
"Can you be good at something when you really don't care?" That is the question Mir-Atash Delphi had been answering for years. He didn't care much anymore about anything, he had little to no hope left in the people of the galaxy. Despite this, when he was given a task by the Jedi he did it and had done it well. He had a sense of duty that trumped his cynicism. That had brought him to this world and to Oridin City. There was a huge slaver ring that operated in the Colonies and the bosses called Oridin City home. Most thought that something like this didn't and wouldn't happen in the "civilized" portions of the galaxy. That preconception was probably why the old cynic got this post; he had no problem seeing the depravity of everyone. He was at a place that proved his point of the depravity the planet had fallen too. A combat colosseum where people fought. Yes, there were rules and it wasn't really a killing game, but it was designed to substitute the desire for blood from the throngs watching.
The men he was investigating from the slavers were here, no doubt had their hands involved in this blood sport. A young man stood on the fighting floor, and he caught the old man's eye. A gentle tug from the Force saying "this is one to watch" was all he needed. The old man had lived as long as he had by listening to those little tugs. He reached out his senses to the kid. Something that resembled a smile crossed his wrinkled face. Interesting...
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Yisex Ge
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Post by Yisex Ge on Sept 11, 2016 12:39:50 GMT -8
At the words begin he sprang to life, that calm that only came and filled, no flooded Oramis flowed through him now when he needed it most. Side on he begun the dance, his vibrorapier gripped in his right hand whipped forth it's silent humming edge looking to flick beyond the guard of his opponent and strike the wrist. You see duelling was all about speed and attack, the lines of the fencer were straight, forward and through one's opponent, the defense was minimalist and sparse, yet an opponent as good as he faced would and did indeed delfect the attack with a neat riposte seeking in turn to expose his opponents unguarded abdomen. Oramis however continued his forward motion twisting his body sideward to avoid the thrust and angled his tip toward his opponents left thigh, as he darted past the blade snicked through Vax's leg causing a grunt of pain; firsrt blood, but the duel was only just under way. He turned about the excitement of the crowd and the roar at him scoring a point was only just tangible to him, his focus was on only one thing.
Calm and purpose filled him, Vax was now slower, blood trickled down his hindered leg, now the trick was to make him over extend, Oramis began to circle darting in and out toying with Vax, drawing his blade high and angling it down provided him with a relativley safe guard, then the chance came and Oramis seized it. Surging forward in a burst of speed that to his opponent seemed beyond normal perameters, oramis angled his sword around his opponents guard, angled his body around and out of harms way and sliced his weapon across Vax's left hip, he then drew around, pivoting on his feet to manoeuvre his blade to slice across his opponent's back. He then withdrew his blade and pointed the tip at his opponent's back.
"Do you yield?"
He asked, a flavor of arrogance entering his voice, but Oramis almost missed the reply of a roar as Vax swung around rather viciously a flail which he had released from the pommel of his vibrorapier, perfectly illegal in this particular bout, but the referee was in no position to stop him now as with a gutteral raor he flicked the lethal whip like tendrils around toward Oramis' face. Oramis wasn't sure how, or when, or really if it hapened at all, but time slowed, that was the only way he could describe it. He saw the flail coming at him, he dropped to the floor and flicked out his rapier severing his opponent's achilles tendon and causing Vax to crash to the floor, his roar of anger turned into a roar of pain. Vax's roar's and death curses upon Oramis were swampped by the roar of the crowd as the Referee held Oramis' hand aloft to declare him the victor whilst a medical team stretchered Vax off.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 12, 2016 22:41:27 GMT -8
Very interesting...
The old man felt many things coming off the youth. The first was the most obvious, raw power from the Force. The kid was powerful, untrained but powerful. He knew to trust his instincts too, that's the only way he would have been able to stop the attack from the whip.
The next thing he felt was the sense of entitlement the boy had, it radiated off him like heat from a rock on a Tatooine night. If the old man closed his eyes he could see it in the Force.Well that could be a problem.
The third thing he felt was the thing he least expected. He felt a familiarity to the youth. Not that he actually knew him, he dismissed that thought. The last time he was on this planet that boys father hadn't yet been born much less the young man in front of him. But still, there was something about him. An idea, a feeling began to creep up in his old mind. No... He couldn't be.
He was distracted from this train of thought by the emotions of his targets. They didn't seem to be big fans of Oramis. His winning clearly made them upset. Now that I know will end up being a problem.
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Post by Yisex Ge on Sept 14, 2016 15:02:16 GMT -8
Absorbed as he was in his victory Oramis was very unaware that the crowd or at least several in it were not as elated by his victory as he himself believed, the shouting and clamouring had not all been to his acclaim, and those whom had just come to watch felt robbed, the bout had been fairly short, and soon the throng of fans were turning, like all good mobs you only need a group of imbociles, a catalyst and a large proprotion of people who fancy their chances at making their voice heard or being pulled in by the mob. Vax had been a fairly firm favourite, what most would consider a safe bet, so you can only imagine the upset when money was involved, the only winners being those who collected the credits.
The first man over the barrier was taken down, tackled by three security personnel, but try repelling a further fifty, and they began to charge across the arean toward Oramis, not probably the most sensible thing, but by this time Oramis was effectively weaponless, for those had been collected to, security personnel close by tackled and picked off a few more but several slipped through the net, the arena being as vast as it was meant that security over the far side could do little but watch and keep the crowd in check their side. The crowd of rathry angry denizens surged ever closer, with the arena beginning to being evacated, the seats slowly beginning to empty as personnel attempted to avert a larger crisis, but for Oramis the crisis was already well under way and he didn't have any options open to him.
His eyes widened, he swore under his breath and did the only thing he could, which was turn and run, run like the wind toward the east block, it was closer than the far side and hopefully he could clamber his way up the tiers and away to safety, he fancied this over returning toward the fighters entrance because there were steps and people, steps and people to slow them and a crowd to attempt to get lost in. Having never faced anything like this in his life, fear definitely rose in his chest, ducking low as he dashed off to pick up a rock in each hand, because it might come he need something to hit someone with.
He thought he wouldn't make it, it was reahcing midday, the sand was hot, he was hot, the grit of the arena didn't make for excellent grip at times and on the few ocassion he did stumble, both times he managed to maintain his balance, his lungs were burning, his muscles felt as though they were on fire and he only had just reached the edge where the seating began. He clambered over the wall that seperated the crowd from the arena, or was at least supposed to. He took a glance over his shoulder and then wished he hadn't, driven on by fervor, madness and anger the mob was closing, although now only numbering twenty or fewer, since more had fallen or given up the initial charge.
Swearing again Oramis turned his advance toward the stairs and toward a cluster of beings still collected around a seated area hoping to use them as some form of shield or distraction. Unbeknownst to him he had begun to head toward where Mir's targets were seated, because cleverly they had orchastrated and indeed paid off a good few members of the mob to steer Oramis toward them should the bout not go in their favor.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 14, 2016 15:28:53 GMT -8
Two massive guards closed around the sides of Oramis. The first, a Thakwaash, was large even by his species massive standards. The second a wookie with tattoos on his face. Massive and strong hands gripped at the young man. An older twillik man, not nearly as old as Mir, wearing black came into view. He spoke with venom and authority. Bring him with us, we will deal with him away from the crowds.
Mir watches this take place, too far to be able to do anything. Standook was one of the vilest beings the old Jedi had ever been tasked to investigate. What made him one fo the most frustrating was that he was smart. Even this, he could and would claim that he was trying to help the victor to safety. Mir gathered his robes around him and mentally began to prepare himself for the fight that was about to come to a headway.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 16, 2016 13:05:59 GMT -8
* Synar stood in the shadows in one of the balconies of the arena in a brown hooded travelers cloak, he had watched the bout take place but that was not where his focus was directed. As the crowd surges forth after one of the combatants, Synar keeps his eyes focused on an older man who was a few rows lower then him in the arena, as the man moved so did Syn. As he did he used a the force to blend his presence with those around him so that the Jedi would not be able to sense him unless he was specifically looking for those with a strong fore presence.
Synar moved with ease through the crowd staying above the Older man but keeping parallel to him. Once they where out of the way of prying eyes and crowds, Syn would make his move*
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Post by Yisex Ge on Sept 18, 2016 12:54:43 GMT -8
Gripped by the paws of a Wookiee was something Oramis had bever expeiernced before and upon reflection at a later time he would consider it something he would notwish to experience again, with such power his wrists were clampped that he lost feeling in his hands, the rather pathetic excuse for defending himself by way of the rocks he had held, now became even more useless as they fell to the floor, this caused a nasty sinister sneer to spread across the Twi'lek whom seemed to now be running the show. His voice hissed with a sinister authority and Oramis was physical man handled in a manner that kept him under control whilst simultanously looking to any bystander whom just might chance a glance his way as though they were firmly escorting him, even helping him. Not that any would be looking any direction, not in this frantic commotion. The panic and awry seemed to please the Twi'lek fyrther, no doubt through carfuel planning and the greasing of the right palms the commotion created was the perfect smoke screen.
All too efficiently the Wookiee and Thakwaash heavies frog marched Oramis up the steps tailed by the overseeing ever scrutinizing Twi'lek, if only he could somehow draw attention to himself or somehow escape, Oramis brain raced as he reached the top of the steps and was forced through the gateway that led onto the second level, this circular walkway surrounded tier two and one could naturally walk around the arena and find the correct entry that led to their designated seating.
Frantically Oramis searched, his eyes flicking around him, if he had control of his arms and the feeling in his hands he would rub them through his hair in desperation and a useless attempt at generating thought. Whay had he done before, yes, it had been once, and no, perhaps, well there was nothing for it. That one time in the canteen might have been a fluke, of course then like now his emotions were running high, he just needed something, yes, out of the corner of his eye a crumpled bottle or can, what ever it was, it looked metallic and that would have to do. The duo had now given up marching him and were dragging him easily on his heels as he attempted in vain to forge his mind to move the small minute object. It was useless, he should just give up, so he relaxed, and that was it, he didn't know how, or even if it were really his making but the small ammount of now scrap, screwed up metal container leaped across the space from floor to Wookiee, not enough to cause damage, but distraction was all he needed. Naturally even a well trained enforcer or what ever one might call a Wookiee who looked like he was used to crushing skulls with his bare hands, couldnt fight the flinching instinct to swat away whatever it was that zipped toward his face, and as he did he released Oramis wrist. Naturally a snapping up and sharp snapping down of his right arm freed him of the grip from the Thakwaash, for no matter how strong, the thumb in any grip was always a weak spot. Having freed himself Oramis was not about to stay around and make introductions, he turned and began to dash away not daring to see where the Twi'lek was, which was rather unfortunate, naturally the gang leader hadn't planned all of this to face a slip up now, he smoothly and expertly drew a small compact pistol and aimed it at the retreating figure of Oramis right at the center of mass and went to squeeze the trigger...
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 18, 2016 19:21:11 GMT -8
The blue stun bolt catches its target dead center. That would put the kid out for a while. Mir was too far away to stop the bolt even if had wanted too. He wasn't even sure he would have if he was close enough. Mir was stuck in an odd place. He was interested in confirming what he felt earlier, but he lacked enough evidence of the Twi'lek's crimes to make an arrest. He had too much to show the crime boss that a Jedi was on his trail. The commotion was enough that no one really noticed these events but the crime boss couldn't play his luck.
Get him into your car and take him to the dump site. Give his head a punt when you are out of the eyeshot of witnesses. I don't know if he is a Jedi, a wannabe, or just lucky. That can was too convenient. If he did it, the concussion will keep him from doing something like that again. If he didn't, it might make him more pliable. If he is willing to take a dive next round, we are good. If not end him. But dop not let any of it be able to come back to me.
His sharpened teeth letting air escape as he talked, adding a snakelike venom to his words.
Using the Force to augment his hearing, the old Jedi heard everything. He only had to follow these two and didn't have to reveal himself to the boss. His focus on the task at hand meant he was unaware that he too was being watched.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 19, 2016 12:28:35 GMT -8
* Synar watches as the old man moves towards one of the exits and enters the tunnel. He couldn't loose him, Synar leaps forward and like a leaf in the wind moves gracefully through the air, landing in a crouch two floors above his original position. Moving into a sprint, Synar races to the end of the exit tunnel and stops at the beginning of a large staircase that was used for the public to enter the stadium. Looking down over the railing, Aeryn could see the duelist get shot with a stun bolt and his would be kidnappers grab hold of him once more. As he continues to watch he could see the old man make his way out of the tunnel, this time Synar is able to get a clear look at his face. " Master Delphi" he thinks to himself, now with his target confirmed Synar knew he couldn't loose this opportunity and would have to intervene. Which was not a problem sense he no longer had to follow the rules of the Jedi Code.
"Here we go" He whispers under his breath, with his right hand he unclips his lightsaber off of his belt and then throws his legs over the railing pushing off with his left hand. The fall took only a moment, Synar lands his fall perfectly with his boots connecting with the twi'leks shoulders. Synar can feel the aliens body crumple under him as it absorbs his fall, the twi'lek wouldn't be dead from this but a broken back was the most likely of injuries to occur.
Synar rolls forward with the momentum of the fall and ignites his lightsaber as he comes out of the roll and onto his feet. The kidnappers would have no chance and there faces where overwhelmed with surprise and then fear. Synar's saber moves like blur as he brings the blade in upward angled slash from right to left cutting across the body of the Thakwaash, before the smell of burned flesh could fill the nostrils of the wookiee Synar spins back to his right and drives his saber into the Wookiees chest. He then brings his blade up with his arm mimicking the movement of a back stroke splitting the Wookiee in vertically in half from the chest up.
Synar's white blade disappears back into the hilt as quickly as it came, the duelist now lay stunned at his feet. The speeder that they where taking him to races away, those inside not wanting to take part in anything that had just happened. Synar turns around, he would be facing Mir who still multiple yards away. *
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Post by Yisex Ge on Sept 19, 2016 13:18:59 GMT -8
It took more than a few minutes for Oramis to regain conciousness and he was certain he would have a nasty concussion for a few days. His head punded like a juggernaut were driving over it, his ears throbbed and ebat with the rhythm of a drum and his eyes seemed to be rolling like lose marbles in his skull, after minutes that stretched on the fuzzy grey of reality slowly and painfully swam into some version of clarity and he could make out a youthful male face looking down at him, the man seemed not much older than Oramis and his look of concern melted once he saw Oramis come to. The man turned and called over his shoulder, though to whom he might be addressing was out of Oramis line of sight and he dare not move, the pain being as it was unbearable.
Time passed, though how much was hard to tell, because as one knows you lose track of time whist asleep and being unconcious is a similar experience, When Oramis came to again for the second time, his symptoms were greatly lessened than before, the stranger still hovered over him although Oramis noticed he lifted his hands from off his chest and seemed to finish muttering what ever it was he was saying. He took in the young man's dark clad attire, his keen eyes and angular face. He tried to recall what had happened but a sharp pain laced through his head like a knife causing him to wince.
"What happened?"
He asked weakly.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 20, 2016 21:18:36 GMT -8
From his perch at the top of the stairwell just out of the tunnel overlooking the exchange, the old man felt a tremor in the Force. Something bad was about to happen. The stun bolt he had expected, that wasn't the tremor he felt. Its source was behind him. A man, a new player leaped down into the scuffle. Mir watched as he landed on the crime boss' shoulders, and igniting the shimmering white blade. Through the Force, the Jedi could feel the anger fueling the motions. Things had changed, he needed to fall back and rethink his next move. This interloper had ruined everything, saving it would not be simple. Yards away and stories up, Master Delphi turns and vanishes into the shadows the tunnel offered. He had scouted the colosseum and was sure that he disappear and get back to his safe house unnoticed. He reached out with the Force and marked both the combatant and the interloper, so he could find them again. After that, he closed down his presence in the Force and vanished into the panicked crowds. He would deal with this new arrival, but he needed to understand the situation more.
He made his way to a small studio apartment 10 miles away, set the security measures and traps, and once again opened himself up to the Force. He used the what the local police had given him to get into the footage of the arena. He found himself, the fighter was easy to spot, the Twi'lik also, but it took him a few times to find the new player. In an instant, he drew the connection to the face. Synar... this has gotten very interesting indeed.
He updated a report to send to the Jedi Base on Felucia. Then set about thinking why this child from the past had suddenly shown up, and why he now wielded a white saber and was so fueled by anger. He hadn't seen the man since he was barely 10, promising lightsaber student. Mir had passed him up as an apprentice, but he knew someone else would take raw talent with a blade.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 21, 2016 9:11:45 GMT -8
* Before Synar can give chase he is distracted by the duelist he had just saved who had begun to move around at his feet and was now speaking. Looking away for just a brief moment was all Mir needed to vanish into the Shadows. By the time Synar had looked up again the older Jedi was gone, and his force presence gone as well. Synar cursed under his breath as weeks of recon had gone out the window....but all was not lost. Synar looks down at the duelist and offers him a hand to get up*
" Your good at what you do, people don't like that. If I had not intervened you would be dead "
* Syn really hadn't cared much up until this point if the duelist had died or not, but there was a need for the duelist now. For he linked Synar to Mir, and Synar knew Mir would come and find him. He would no longer chase after the Jedi, for now he would wait him out.
Synar pats the duelist on the shoulder getting some off the dust and sand off of him.*
" Synar Blackfyre....and you are ? "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 24, 2016 14:29:42 GMT -8
The old Twi'lik had been at this game for a long time. He had lived and had thrived by learning. It was early on that he learned to always be protected, a little after that he learned that it was better when others didn't know you were protected. This was what had saved him. The durasteel armor he wore under his clothes countered the compression of the man landing on him. The impact was enough to stun and disorient the old crime lord, still. When he stirred he took a quick survey of the area. He big men were dead, and the new attacker was with the fighter from the arena. This day has gotten worse. He flips a button on his comlink, a distress call goes out to his men. Some were close by with heavy weapons. Others at the hanger got into gunships to head this way. This was his all-hands call. Jedi were not people you took lightly. The small army converged on this point, armed for a fight. The crime boss then succumbed to the concussion and passed out.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 26, 2016 6:37:19 GMT -8
* Syn had helped the duelist up onto his feet and then canvased the area. Synar sots a narrow alley road leading what it looked like to be the under belly of the city. Synar motions for the duelist to follow him. *
" We need to get off of the streets, lets move "
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Post by Yisex Ge on Sept 26, 2016 14:36:52 GMT -8
Oramis takes the hand offered to him and his apparent savious easily helps him to his feet, Oramis surveys the pandamonium about him, the three slumpped forms, their deaths not of his doing, Synar as he now knew him seemed defenseless yet all three would be assailants seemed lifeless, one even appeared to be smoking from a hole in his person somewhere. Oramis extended a hand and was about to introduce himself when Synar, who's eyes up until this point had been around as though searching locked on a point Oramis could not see, then they seemed to focus on Oramis himself. When Synar spoke he spoke with an authority and certainty that was older than his years, clearly the young man was used to giving orders and even having them followed.
Regardless, introductions would have to hold for as it seemed this day was only heating up, grabbing Oramis by the scruff of his tunic on his shoulder Synar made it blatantly obvious that further danger was imminent and after his statement he began to drive Oramis through the frenzied crowd and down the stairs and out of the arena, no doubt most ordinary beings would have found the scene dreadful and to negotiate the ramble and rushing crowds of mindless scurrying near impossible, yet as it was Synar seemed unfazed and somehow able to predict the shifts of the beings about him, he slipped easily through gaps where moments before there had been none and by this means he half walked, half dragged Oramis with him and steered him toward a rather uninviting darkened alley.
Stepping into the alley would'nt have been Oramis personal choice and he was about to object when Synar barred his arm across Oramis' chest and forced him flat to the wall as the duo clung to the shadows there was an audiable throbbing of repulsors as an aerial vehicle hovered above, a voice called out for calm, furhter to this the crisp curt voice commanded that anyone with the last sighting of or information regarding Oramis the duellist from the games should come forth and relay what they knew.
Oramis eyed Synar, fear dancing in his eyes, what were minutes seemed to be slow painful hours, patiently they waited until Synar felt the cost was clear, he then moved on down the alley and then turned and dropped low feeling the wall, finding what he was looking for he ignited his plasma white blade and began to cut away, when done he raised a booted foot and expertly and swiftly kicked sending the grate tumbling in on itself with a metallic clang, he then gestured with his hand in an after you manner. Oramis paused and then nodded. Dropping low Oramis slid through the opening his rescuer had created, he only hoped Synar knew what he was doing and where he was going for Oramis had to now put his full trust in a man armed with the legendary dangerous weapon of the Jedi whom he knew nothing about.
His sour thoughts on the Jedi as whole were postponed as the soft food of the landing feet of Syar announced his arrival, Oramis blindly splashed around in what he guessed was a storm drain, where the pipe led he had no idea, but he gussed it had to be better than being at ground level and on the street, a snapping sound rang around the chamber and a dim blue light slowly grew covering the area in its eerie glow. The glow rod held aloft by Synar, who turned and Oramis began to follow.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 26, 2016 19:08:36 GMT -8
After taking the time to gather his thoughts, the old man decided it was time to figure out what the kid was doing here, and to put a stop to his recklessness. He cloaked his presence in the Force the let it guide him to his target.
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Sept 28, 2016 11:24:44 GMT -8
* The blue light of the glow rod reflected off of Synar's frost blue colored eyes making them seem as if electricity was flowing through them. He pressed on letting the force guide him, he could feel the flow of the water through the force. He could feel the waters energy and how it transferred into the large man sized pipe that served as there escape tunnel. As he searched within the force, Synar could feel that not to far up ahead the water seemed to loose control, which only meant that it was no longer contained by the pipe, and that would be their exit.
Synar had figured that for the amount of time the pair had been walking they would have covered at the very least several city blocks, and that should put them far enough from any would be attackers that where out looking for them. Coming around a tight bend, Syn turns off the glow rod as the tunnel begins to fill with light from the exit. After a few more minutes, they come up to the exit. Syn with a slight brush of his hand bends the bars of the large man sized great just enough so that they could pass through.
Syn stretches his body slightly as he kicks the mud and muck off of his boots. He tosses his brown outer cloak into the canal below as it had gotten covered in what ever substances lined the wall of the storm drain pipe. The pair now stood out in the open air, the sun had started to set and dusk was now upon them. Syn preferred to work in the night anyway so for them it was a win. As the sound of the rushing water from the various storm drains entering the spillway canal echo off of the duracrete around them, Syn looks over to Oramis*
" Your more then welcome to take a few minutes, catch your breath and gather your thoughts. "
* Syn takes a few steps away from Oramis, he could feel sparks of force energy coming from him. Maybe that was what Mir was doing on Fondor, recruiting new force users for the Jedi cause. Whatever his reasons, Syn didn't much care; all he needed was the information that he believed Mir carried with him. With his back turned to Oramis, Syn gathers energy from the force pulling from the depths of its limitless power. He lets it build up inside him until the point he felt as if he would burst. At the moment he let the energy out, it was like sending a flare out into the force letting anyone in the area who was strong in the force know where he was.
Synar turns back around still standing a few feet from Oramis, Mir would come to him...and Synar would do whatever he needed to to get the answers he was seeking out.*
" You live here, you know the streets...where to ? "
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 29, 2016 17:33:20 GMT -8
He was dressed in all black, as was now his custom. He wasn't always like this. In fact, if Synar remembered the last time he saw Mir, this look was the total opposite. Mir was a different man back then. Whites, light grays, some browns were his choice of color. Not that Mir was anyone of notice before, just another master evaluating padawans. Black robes cascaded over dark gray plasteel and durasteel armor. When he fist chose the scheme, it bothered him how much it looked like Darth Vader's armor, without the mechanical bits of course. He grew used to it, it fit his mood. No frills, no joy, just duty. The ensemble was completed with black boots with soft soles. Despite his age, he could still move almost silently with him. This was normally an outfit he wore the last night of a mission. This was the one for dispensing justice.
As he prepared for his trek to find his new target he felt it. The beacon. So he wants to be found... It is never a good idea to find someone that wants to found... At least not in the ways they are expecting.
He sits on the roof of his safe house, and opens himself up to the Force. Meditating, focusing on the brash young men. Finding them, he focuses deeper, letting them feel the weight of his presence.
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