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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:00:05 GMT -8
*Dreshdae was a settlement on the planet Korriban that existed before the Jedi Civil War.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 14:03:47 GMT -8
Hours, minutes; time had coalesced, it was irrelevant.
A bloodied hand of ragged flesh saturated in blood slapped atop the rock surface on which the cyst that was Dreshdae, a haggard sunken and wasted, bloodied individual savagely clawed his way atop the stone and slid; a bloody mess to rest upon the hot unforgiving ground; seemingly he had without tool or aid assailed the several hundred meter climb with nothing but sheer mental domination and will and a savage beating fury that lashed like a heart.
There was no thought, only pain, pain drove him and it could drive him to death, and still now he slid his arms with savage cuts and shards of dark stone sticking from it pulled him forward inch by torrid inch, the rags of dark cloth fluttering gently in a passive humid breeze, the shadows of his clothing flapping mocked him in how free and easily they moved.
Still he moved on, groaning now, straining, each pull felt like being stabbed with a thousand sharp edges and coaxed the now waning embers of his once fervent fury, yet his will would not give in, just as much as he had slaved his rage to his need, so too had he become at least for a time a slave to his rage. It had enabled him to survive until now and he knew the costs, but this carcass, this sack of meat and flesh he could ascend from. It was but a physical form, true power lay in the force.
Set upon by Tukata, buried, left for dead, forgotten almost by the passing of the sands, time was fickle, the galaxy was fickle, but no constraints how great could hold him, no obstacle however impassable could stop him, there was a way, there always was, the dark side was that way, it was the truth, it was the radiance, the glorious passions that stripped a man bear down to his feral fibers and his basic instinct.
He would rebuild, a body could be torn and broken, but it would mend, it would heal, it was but a vessel to serve to harbor his greatness.
A coiled fist slammed once against durasteel, a single thud upon the door and then he lay at rest, un-moving.
A moment later the door slid open, an exclamation of shock and then a buzz of activity as agents of medicine and health pulled him into their center of well being; somethings he could not do, for now he had to accept his limitations until he found ways to push beyond.
The Doctors busied themselves as the med-center became a hive of activity, rolling droids accessing his injuries, incredulous cries of disbelief that a man whom medically should be dead was still alive and then the Doctors and medical team moved full tilt, working as rapidly and skillfully as they were able to stabilize the patient and mend his tortured shape.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 15:25:55 GMT -8
=Two weeks later=
Hazy light flooded in through flickering lids, then the translucent red of the innards of his eyes, then the swimming haze of light and the light gave way to a white washed ceiling, lazily he moved to sit up, clearly he was still affected by whatever toxins they had drugged him with.
He shook his head as a fuzzy outline of a figure moved into view, the figure swam in and out of focus until it gained clarity, a pink skinned Mon Calamari his great big bulbous eyes fixed intently on the patient before him, his legs crossed and his arms rested loosely upon the arms of the chair.
"Nice of you to join us Mister?"
He left the question hanging in the air and the man took the opportunity for his mind to adjust and eyesight to grow accustomed to the slightly harsh light, then his gaze ran across his sewn up and put together frame, lifting bandaged hands up before his eyes and testing the wrappings about his ribs, it seemed it took a moment for the question to actually sink in and register.
Name; he recalled at one he had a name, but somehow it had become buried in the sands along with his former self, that man had died, that man's body he was sure could be dug up, what had risen was something more, the man that wanted to survive the man that crept out, the being the very earth could not swallow and whose form was rejected.
"How long have I been here?"
The question was direct and a deliberate deviation, but this was Dreshdae and if the Mon Calamari was surprised by my subversion he did not show it, he instead rose and walked toward the man pulling out a device and holding it out over him, some scan of some form or another, after viewing the readout and nodding he answered.
"Two weeks, you have recovered well."
He flipped the device shut; "Heart beat's normal, no pulse fluctuation, I presume you feel well?"
He cocked my head to one side, two weeks, had it really been that long, too long then, and having flexed and tested, knowing the bandages would hold, and wounds albeit not fully healed; as to be expected, were well on there way.
"There is nothing that could prevent it."
Aversion, he was getting more skilled at it.
Appearing to answer the question yet also referring to something greater, and that nothing could hold him; he had fought, died and risen, there would be no limit he would not go.
The Mon Calamari cocked his head to one side regarding the answer and the man before him, no doubt he saw him a strange specimen, a freak of nature to have survived what he had, but he appeared to also know when questions should be asked and what to ask.
"Well Mister........." He paused momentarily before a wan smile crossed his lips "Blanc." His smiled cracked as he chuckled at his own play on words, but the name were as good as any other. "I will see you in a couple of days, rest up and drink plenty of fluids." He then turned in a swirl of the white doctor's coat he wore and was gone.
The moment the door hissed closed he was up, the periphery of his mind had retained that image for it was almost burned in and printed so he could not forget, it was burned in, an after glow that shone and was now brought to the forefront of his mind.
He ripped chords and stims free from his arm, uttering a vicious snarl as spikes of pain rose as each line and feed was ripped free and lashed like an unrestrained whip. Stumbling a little he made his way to the transparisteel window and assessed the height, but a story up, he took steps back and then charged at the window, a furling whirl of green and white patient smock, a tangled trail of spidery leads as he cracked through the window and descended like a deranged bird with damaged wings, arms flailing.
Landing, curling and tumbling into a roll to aid in dissipating the energy from the fall, yet air was forced from his lungs and a fire of pain was lit all over his still weak and semi emaciated frame. Not stopping, and now alight with the pain to once again power onward he strode through a bewildered bustling throng of denizens, alien and humanoid alike. He moved with a freshness and ease he did not possess and would not retain; making a speedy journey down the main high street toward the large rectangular structure which he knew to be the spaceport.
Salvation would not come quickly or easily, pain was what he had known, it had unleashed the untamed fury driven side of him, the side that was nearly solely instinctive and would drive him now to acquire a vessel by any means necessary.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2013 14:08:25 GMT -8
Bare feet slapped steadily against ferrocrete floor as he wandered past vessels of varying design drawing the odd puzzled glance as he went, not that, that would stop him, and what he really needed was not just a vessel but a pilot and one who would be as malleable as putty in his hands. He spied a hexagonal freighter hugging the cold unfeeling ground and what was more a being perched atop the vessel busy with a fusion welder, mask down, sparks flying, perfect.
Performing an evaluation by walking about the craft he tailed a thin almost elegant hand across the vessels surface judging the vessel to not be in excellent condition, but it would hold together and it certainly had a well loved feeling.
He paused, regarded the being atop the vessel then ascended the boarding ramp and moved through the vessel and sat in the seat next to the pilots chair and waited, hands clasped, wires and drip lines falling about me like arms of an octopus ready to ensnare a would be foe.
A few minutes later and the steady slightly hurried paced steps of the Captain approached and then he caught the first glimpse of the now would be taxi driver, the advantage the seated man had of course was that he was prepared for the Captain and the Captain was not as was gleaned from his pause and sudden exclamation of surprise which was capitalised upon by the seated individual.
A flick of his right hand sent the disconnected drip line in whip like fashion slapping the soon to be drawn pistol, catching the weapon mid draw; he was quicker then expected, the line snaked around the handle and with a yank was pulled into the seated man's calmly clasping hand and pointed at the pilot.
Blanc; the Mon Calamari Doctor's suggested name was as good as any to go by, then used the suggestive power of influence he had to hold power over others. Yet it probably wasn't needed, he waggled the gun gesturing toward the console.
"Set coordinates for Kashyyk"
"What?!, you got to."
He was interrupted by the cocking of the weapon and a raised eyebrow, he settled like a lamb and then Blanc informed him that he would keep his life should the route go as had been proposed, with that the freighter's ramp closed and the vessel hummed to life, lifted clear of the ground and slipped out of the hangar before blasting toward open space.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Mar 14, 2014 23:18:52 GMT -8
Lord Diux sat back in his chair, breathing out a deep sigh of exasperation. He had come to this planet to liaise and gather as much information as possible about the embassy and forces that the Empire maintained on the ancient Sith world. The amount of information was exhaustive, if there was anything the Tide and now Empire seemed to do well, was keep a paper trail of its actions. The garrison was decent, though with the history of this planet and amount of times it had switched hands in recent memory, it was worth making sure that they had a secure hold on the world. Leaning forward once again, he looked over the several pads of information, as well as the several dozens other printed documents which covered the desk. He would need to be well informed about the establishment of each planet's Empirical presence, if he was to stand up another two for their Empire.
Sitting back and looking out the window to his right, he felt the sunlight coming in and hitting his face. It was warm and reminded him of something. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he could feel the Force flowing in and filling his mind, populating his mind's eye with a million different presences all over the planet. Some were stronger than other, merely because of proximity, though others stood out for their stronger connection to the Force. Force Sensitives. It was no surprise that there were many here, given the planet he was on. The Valley sat as a testament to the ancient generations of the Sith, and so it was constantly a hub for dark side practitioners to visit. Something was off however, something that tugged at the back of his mind. He was just furrowing his brow in curiosity as his datapad beeped again.
"Well now, another report, just what I was hoping for."
Scanning over the daily Sitrep, he let his mind skim over the many ships recorded by the fleet to be incoming and outgoing from the system, as well as those registered to be individuals on planet. It was all very routine, everything seemed to be nor- just a second. There seemed to be a Jedi registered ship entering the planet's atmosphere, and it was being traced to be descending to the terrain. It was somewhat near the Valley of the Dark Lords, and given that there were surprisingly few individuals there today, it may have something to do with those present. Jedi landing on Korriban for any other reason than to target specific individuals made very little sense, and would prove to be quite dangerous to them, thus it was likely their goal. Letting a small smirk curl his lips Ram rose from his seat and pocket the datapad. Stepping out of the office in the embassy, Ram set his path for the Valley. It had been a while since he had been there, so he had to pay his respects.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 5:21:27 GMT -8
* The black yt-1930 sets down in a public hanger on the outskirts of the city. Rowan goes to his quarters and exchanges his black and gray robes for worn out brown work attire that a smuggler would wear. He grabs a back pack which is filled with different gear, fake id's and credits, Rowan then straps his holster to his belt makeing sure his dl-44 blaster was snug at mid thigh. Putting his lightsaber in an inner pocket of his jacket he disguises it as a scanner.
Once Rowan is ready he shows Aren where everything is, once his freind and the padawan are similarly equipped they all head out of the ship and into the city.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on Mar 16, 2014 5:39:49 GMT -8
* Aren checks over Kirito and makes sure his padawan is ready for the mission ahead. He instructs him to keep a low profile in the force and to stay at his side, and to remember that keeping calm and collected is the main focus, for this was an intel mission nothing more. Aren syncs his comlink up with Rowans then goes over the plan with his freind.
" Alright, we will go in as surveyors and archaeologists, keep a low profile and move as one with your surroundings. We will make our way through the Valley of the Dark Lords and scan the tombs. The second we get eyes on Thrakk or Jarik we need to track them and hopefully follow them off world. Remember, lightsabers and the force should be our last resort,,,,we are in the middle of a planet full of people who would ove to kill a few jedi.....alright lets move"
* Aren opens the exit ramp of the ship and the group heads out *
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 26, 2014 14:26:20 GMT -8
Among the shadows that zipped down and up from Dreshdae was the Red Star which was piloted to one of the landing platforms on the outskirts of the city. The transport hissed as the engines died down and the vessel landed. Its pilot threw his hood over his crimson head and grabbed a single lightsaber which was attached to his belt. His gloved hand keyed for the ramp to lower so that the towering figure could disembark.
It had been centuries since his last visit to Korriban. The last time Valstrol saw this barren wasteland was when the Sith woke up from a long hibernation, a force induced slumber. His eyes looked upon Dreshdae, remembering how vibrant it once was under the various resurgent Sith Empires that came and gone as day and night. Perhaps here, upon the homeworld of the Sith, Valstrol could aim to further his renewal with the Dark Side. A crew came over to refuel his vessel, one of the crew was given an advance payment by the Sith. With that out of the way, Valstrol began to venture into a city that had seen better days. His towering and cloaked figure mingling among Dreshdae's citizenry as the Sith went about his business.
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Post by Darth Saress on Aug 27, 2014 15:21:32 GMT -8
Dreshdae, the settlement that became the capital of Korriban after the Great Sith War. It is a city commonly known for its large number of criminal activities, smuggling runs, and all sorts of acts that were considered 'unlawful'. It is here in this very city that Sarah Dillard, otherwise known as The Dark Haired Sith, made her place of residence after nearly a solar year of training. Within the Valley of the Dark Lords, the Sith trained nonstop to hone her skills and increase her control over the Dark Side of the Force. Despite her intense will to learn and achieve, Sarah could not advance to mastery level powers since she did not have a master to train from. Her late master passed from this realm before he could train the young Sith in more powerful abilities.
The Dark Haired Sith knew this fault and thought of several ways to work around it. Would it be possible to find another Sith Lord that would be willing to take Sarah under his wing here on Korriban? Usually the answer would be yes, but ever since her master passed away, Sarah felt no force signature in all of Dreshdae that matched or surpassed that of her late master. A bit of frustration showed on the Sith's gave as she furrowed her brow. It had been a relatively quiet day, so Sarah decided to relax in bed for a bit longer rather than waking up at dawn's first light to continue her training. As she laid in bed, Sarah considered leaving Korriban behind and traveling amongst the stars, but where would she go? There aren't too many planets in the known universe that would give a warm greeting to one that devoted their life to the Dark Side.
After a moment of silent, yet heavy thought, Sarah positioned herself to the edge of the bed and sat there with her face aligned to the ground and her dark hair shadowing her face. A long, deep sigh escaped from her mouth as she finally stood up from the bed and stepped into the refresher for a quick shower. Within minutes, Sarah stepped out of her small apartment dressed in skinny black jeans, a matching tucked in shirt, and a black Sith robe overlapping everything else. With Dreshdae's main spaceport in view, the Dark Haired Sith began her long and lonely walk.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 27, 2014 15:55:05 GMT -8
Valstrol, also known as Darth Malvus, walked among the people as a towering individual cloaked in his Sith attire. Some paused for a moment to look at him, but others, noticing his crimson skin, just went on with their business. Hybrid or not, he was seen as a Red Sith, a descendant of the forebears that once ruled Korriban under a series of barbaric warlords and ruthless Kings until the Jedi exiles brought civilization to the barbarians of the old ages. While his physical figure was hidden, his trappings and presence made others aware of a Sith among them.
He pauses for a moment at a large open square, looking around for a moment. His eyes were scanning for a possible place to rent a hovercraft for his business. Walking around on this barren wasteland was neither enjoyable, pleasant nor smart to do. There was a reason why there were tall walls that enclosed the city, protecting the weak from the creatures beyond. He looks North then his gaze turns West, then his body moves West, noticing a couple signs indicating a rental area just down the street towards an entry way out of Dreshdae. This made the Sith to take the path he had already taken from the landing pad. This time, he veered to the right instead of a left, which would have taken him back to his ship.
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Post by Darth Saress on Aug 27, 2014 19:29:43 GMT -8
Sarah, upon reaching the Dreshdae spaceport, pushed open the main door with both hands and stepped inside to beings of all walks of life making their way throughout the port. The cold yellow eyes of the Sith watched only a few of them as she placed both hands into the tight pockets of her jeans and walked up to the main information counter. A dark skinned male stood behind the counter and when he noticed the Dark Haired Sith, he greeted her with a kind smile. That smile was not returned by Sarah and she took both hands out of her pocket and placed them on the countertop in front of her. With a slight movement of her right hand, she used the Force to remove the hood, which slipped from her top of her head. The Sith's yellow eyes seem to glare at the young male, whom wasn't quite smiling anymore. Sarah spoke in a low voice; low enough for the male to detect the seriousness and malice laced with it.
"I want a ticket off this planet. Make it somewhere.....sunny."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 27, 2014 21:19:51 GMT -8
The smile upon the man's face slowly faded as the female Sith asked for a ticket off planet. It was a rare question, but one that proved to be so hard to answer without turning people down...a lot. The man on station gestures to the various ships that were departing.
Lady, none of these ships take tickets nor want passengers. All of them are business ships or ones you don't wanna be involved with. They view passengers as extra baggage that will just weigh them down in the long run.
He pulls out a schedule upon a datapad and examines it quietly. After a long period of silence, the man slowly leans forward and points at a ship on the far landing pad. His voice suddenly became more hushed.
Now...unless you somehow knew the owner of that ship, you might get a chance. Unlike the other ships here, that one, the Helot-class medium transport was reported to have no affiliations. Its the only ship documented as privately owned, no company or guild name attached save its given name. Better chance with that pilot than the rest of the cargo freighters here.
After a moment, the male went quiet, pondering on some extra words spoken by the refueling crew. Maybe these extra words might intrigue the lady in front of him. Perhaps he could earn a little...under the table money while at it. The man suddenly got this air of swagger as a grin appeared across his face.
I believe the refueling crew mention something about the pilot, what was it...oh I can't remember it now. This backwards job makes my brain all rusty and forgetful when it comes to memory. Maybe something familiar, something shiny could joggle my memory, Miss.
His hand was held out towards Sarah, as if awaiting for something. A nice little bribe money in exchange for information. The job was boring per usual, but today could be interesting. The possibility to earn a little extra cash today could help towards a round of good drinks at the local cantina tonight. The man on station however was unaware that this could turn completely south at the snap of a finger...
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Post by Darth Saress on Aug 29, 2014 20:57:00 GMT -8
The Sith's left eyebrow twitched slightly when the information clerk turned to her and responded with a sarcastic remark. As the male reached for a datapad to review the flight schedule, the Dark Haired Sith stared at him with nothing but malice and malcontent behind her yellow eyes. To speed the process up while the male continued to speak, Sarah began to tap the tip of her right index finger on the counter-top. The clerk mentioned seeking transport from one of the ships that just landed in the spaceport, which caught the Sith's attention quickly. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye provide her with view of a Hooded Sith near the vessel itself. A Sith! Not a follower of the Dark Side, mind you, but an actual Sith. A small tug could be seen at the right corner of Sarah's lips as she turned and gave her full attention to the clerk. She was just about to walk away and take the man's advice before he mention something about a tip for some information. The smile quickly dropped from the young woman's face as she left her right hand, stuck her right index finger out toward the center of the man's forehead, and nodded.
"Well, I could do that. Here, this should jog your memory. Bang."
A single pulse of Dark Side Energy rippled down The Sith's arm, spanning from her shoulder, all the way down to her hand. There was a quick crackle of electricity before red spark discharged from the tip of her finger. The bolt of energy was cast directly toward the face of the information clerk at point blank range, but it was not meant to kill. Oh no, it was only meant to stun. He did say he needed something to jog his memory, right? Sarah was just giving him exactly what he asked for.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 29, 2014 22:21:53 GMT -8
The clerk immediately sensed danger as Sarah extended her index finger. This sense was confirmed when a bolt was launched right at his person, point blank. He reacted too slow to even try to get away as the bolt hit him, launching the man out of his chair and slamming against the wall behind him. The clerk was knocked out cold from both the Sith attack and his person slamming against the rear wall. He went silent as his head slumped downward, he would be knocked out for a good few hours if no one found him.
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Valstrol's Force sensitivity went off slightly without warning. His gaze zipped behind him towards the spaceport where his Force senses picked up a discharge of Dark Side power. It was a quick maneuver too, an untrained person wouldn't sense it, but a Sith Lord like Valstrol did. He began to wonder if he was being followed or not. At this point, the Sith's business on Korriban prevented him from turning around. He turned now, heading into a shop he was aiming for which sold and rented hovercraft. Once inside, his eyes immediately set upon a 74-Z hoverbike in relatively good condition. The clerk on station immediately squared up at the sight of the hooded Sith. A grin appeared across Valstrol's crimson face as he began to discuss the necessary arrangements for the speederbike's rental.
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Post by Darth Saress on Aug 31, 2014 22:53:17 GMT -8
There was a certain look of satisfaction on the Sith's face as the man's body was sent crashing into the wall behind him. Turning her eyes toward the hand that discharged the energy, Sarah sighed deeply and smiled. She enjoyed the sensation she received from using the Dark Side of the Force. The very tip of her right index finger still cracked trace amounts of Dark Energy even after the man had been rendered unconscious. With that annoying little man out of the way, Sarah now focused her attention on the vessel the clerk was hinting to. Her yellow eyes scanned the ship as she slowly approached it.
"Now...where did you get off to...?"
The Red Hooded Sith had disappeared from his last position. Maybe using that attack on the information clerk sent off a warning to all Force Sensitives in the area. There was a low growl in Sarah's throat as she bit down on her bottom lip softly and continued in her search. There had to be some way of calling this fellow follower of the Dark Side out. By now, local security personal had arrived on the scene and were investigating just what or who attacked the poor defenseless man.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 1, 2014 9:27:00 GMT -8
Unknown to Sarah, the Red Hooded Sith was already well into the city and was moments away from leaving the interior for the vast wasteland beyond. He had quietly secured the cooperation of the lazy rental clerk and gained the relatively good conditioned 74-Z speederbike for his purpose. As the Sith walked out, his eyes noticed a group of paramilitary rushing for the spaceport. It seems whatever he had detected earlier was already causing alarm. He adjusts his hood, thinking it was best to depart soon. The Sith goes to the side of the building as the speederbike is brought out to him. Just as he got it though, Valstrol's Force senses pick up something unusual...someone was looking for him and it wasn't the police.
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Post by Darth Saress on Sept 6, 2014 21:35:45 GMT -8
Sarah's frustrations started to slowly get the best of her as the Red Hooded Sith was nowhere to be found. She had already walked two full circles around the vessel and there was still no trace of the man could be found. Finally, the local police had arrived and were assisting the Spaceport security on their investigation. The Dark Haired Sith knew it was high time she disappeared so with a quick flick of her left hand, the hood had been dawned on her head once more. From the safety of the shadows, The Sith watched and waited while a team of paramedics carried the information clerk's limp body to the nearest medical facility.
Armed police officers were now patrolling the spaceport; stopping and asking questions to any and everyone in the vicinity. The chance to escape without a fight may have come and gone, so now it was time for Sarah to develop an exit strategy. The yellow eyes of the Sith watched the officers carefully as she began a slow draw upon the Dark Side of the Force. The energy gathered within the core of her body first, then it traveled outward to her hands and feet. Memories of being held by the Jedi on Courscant in her not so distant past was the spark that ignited this building inferno within her.
Standing between the Sith and the nearest exit were three human police officers. They were actively looking for the one responsible for the attack on the clerk and they looked quite serious about it. All three were armed with heavy repeater blaster rifles and from the expressions on their faces, they were out to kill. Sarah had already made up her mind before slipping into the shadows: She was the one doing the killing today! Faint traces of Dark Energy crackled around the fingertips of the Sith's hands as she readied to launch herself from the shadows and directly into the fray.
While gathering the Force into her body, Sarah closed her eyes and thought back on the teachings of The Master shortly before he passed from the world of the living. In those latter days, the Master treated Sarah more like an Equal than a student. Even though he never admitted it, Sarah could sense a feeling of pride from him. But now, it was time to put some of what the Master taught her into practice. After taking a deep breath and hovering her hand near the hilt of her saber, the Dark Haired Sith opened her eyes. The Yellow-hazel color of Sarah's eyes had fallen away to reveal a more sinister shadow of red. The very instant the Sith opened her eyes and laid sights upon her closest prey, she sprang forth into open combat.
The first police officer was standing approximately ten feet from Sarah when she first stepped out of the shadows, but then again, distance is not a factor compared to the power of the Force. The sound of rushing wind roared in the Sith's ears as she applied Force Speed to amplify the speed of her movements and quickly close the gap between her and the human officer. The officer barely had time to register Sarah as a viable threat before her right elbow was driven deep into the man's abdomen. Before the repeater even dropped from the officer's hands, the Sith rushed forward with both hands, laced her fingers around the back of his neck, and pulled his skull downward while she lifted her knee upward to meet his face. A sickening crack, which gathered the attention of a few bystanders nearby, echoed throughout the spaceport as the man's now limp body came crashing down to the floor.
THe initial impact of Sarah's elbow had knocked the wind out of the officer's lungs while the violent knee strike shattered his nose and sent sharp, fragmented bone shards into his brain. There was an eruption of blood from the man's face and there could be no doubt that the officer was dead before hitting the flood beneath him. Once of the two remaining officers went to react after hearing someone in the port scream out, but Sarah was already upon him. The Sith closed the gap between her and the second officer by applying the same force power she used to bring the first male down. The Sith's movements flowed like water as she reached out and grabbed the man's face with her right hand. With her speedy momentum, the officer was knocked back off his feet and landed on his back with the Sith still gripped tightly upon his face. Knowing that the other officer was bound to act soon, Sarah flowed the dark energy down from her right shoulder to her fingertips and released Force Lightning directly into the officer's face. The man's blood-filled screams could be heard quite clearly as he body violently convulsed from the lightning being forced upon him. Before Sarah knew it, the man stopped screaming, but his body continued to tremble as the electric enegry coursed throughout his being.
Sarah had a brief smirk upon her face as she released her grip and stood to her feet. The downed officer's face hand been completely stripped away, leaving on a bloody mess of tissues, smoking eyeballs, and crispy muscle. After seeing the pure destruction the Sith wielded, the last officer dropped his heavy repeated and escaped via the nearest door. A deep sigh escaped Sarah's lips as she continued to smirk. Without worrying about the rest of the police force, she causally made her way to the exit and departed to search for the Red Hooded Sith.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 6, 2014 21:57:27 GMT -8
The answer to Sarah's question upon the whereabouts of the Red Hooded Sith were soon to become apparent. The entry way that Valstrol sought to leave was in fact only available for official vehicles; meaning only military and government craft. This meant that the Sith had to take a detour. After talking to the store clerk who rented him his speeder, Valstrol learned of another gateway that was more available in the opposite direction. This made the Sith slightly disgruntled, but nothing could be done.
He boarded his craft after gaining the information that Valstrol sought after and kicked the 74-Z's engines to life. The vehicle sounded as in good of a condition as its appearance which meant that traveling will be smooth sailing. Once the engine was revved, the Sith twisted the handle bars and zoomed down the street. His path took him towards the spaceport and past it, meaning that Valstrol would be spotted by Sarah. And surely enough, he was. The Red Hooded Sith, that Sarah had come to known, zoomed down the street on his speeder, darted by the spaceport entry and headed south on his hovercraft. His hood having flown off, revealing the full crimson-skinned face of the Sith. As he zoomed by, Valstrol felt relieved. He would be out of this city and onto his business soon enough.
Yet in the back of his mind, Valstrol still sensed a presence searching for him. And it still wasn't the police. The presence had been felt as Valstrol passed the spaceport, bringing up the possibility that he had been spotted. The question was who could be trying to find him? He had been rather low profile ever since landing...until getting the speeder biker and his hood flying off that is. For now, the Sith would keep his low profile manner and monitor the searching presence from afar. It was best to be prepared for anything, especially on this planet.
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Post by Darth Saress on Sept 6, 2014 22:13:25 GMT -8
If Sarah had not have been paying close enough for more police enforcement to arrive, she would have missed the Red Hooded Sith as he zoomed passed her. The wind pushed off Sarah's hood, exposing her still burning red eyes from her exposure to the Dark Side of the Force. With a grim look upon her face, the Sith had to act quickly or the Red Sith was going to disappear from sight once more. Focusing all the primary energy she could muster, Sarah nearly exploded from a standing position to a full on, dark energy fueled sprint behind the Red Sith's speeder. Everything in her peripheral vision was completely burled out as she made a attempt to keep up with the speeder. But Sarah's body could not maintain this much draw upon the Force and it was starting to show. Sweat gathered around her forehead and dripped down in steams as her legs began to tremble under the strain. Everything was being focused into Force Speed but she knew if she kept it up for long, it was exhaust her and leave her vulnerable. In one last desperate act before her speed began to rapidly decrease, she screamed throughout the Force and directly it straight toward the mind of the Red Hooded Sith.
"STOP!"
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 7, 2014 5:17:43 GMT -8
If Sarah had not have been paying close enough for more police enforcement to arrive, she would have missed the Red Hooded Sith as he zoomed passed her. The wind pushed off Sarah's hood, exposing her still burning red eyes from her exposure to the Dark Side of the Force. With a grim look upon her face, the Sith had to act quickly or the Red Sith was going to disappear from sight once more. Focusing all the primary energy she could muster, Sarah nearly exploded from a standing position to a full on, dark energy fueled sprint behind the Red Sith's speeder. Everything in her peripheral vision was completely burled out as she made a attempt to keep up with the speeder. But Sarah's body could not maintain this much draw upon the Force and it was starting to show. Sweat gathered around her forehead and dripped down in steams as her legs began to tremble under the strain. Everything was being focused into Force Speed but she knew if she kept it up for long, it was exhaust her and leave her vulnerable. In one last desperate act before her speed began to rapidly decrease, she screamed throughout the Force and directly it straight toward the mind of the Red Hooded Sith. "STOP!" |
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