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Post by Azoth Kissai on Oct 16, 2014 18:44:55 GMT -8
*stormacht walked toward te'oma and stopped*This was fun, my ship is ready want to travel together? I still am a little out of it since my coma, have no idea what changed. *stormacht started using his communicator*::prep the ship for take off:: Prep the ship and then begin boarding back on our own ship *They all looked at azoth* Yes sir *azoth ordered the guards back and went to help with preparation*
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Oct 19, 2014 11:50:00 GMT -8
The slave known as One bowed deeply to the sith, and waited for an answer from the officer. She was not a common slave, she bore weapons and could disintegrate these soldiers on the spot... but not the sith. She knew it herself. The problem was...... not many of her sisterhood had ever worked woth or for Sith. She wouldnt come here, and be the humble and weakling slave that the Slavers and Pirates liked to have. No, she would be one that only bows to Sith, because slaves they have.
But Banshees?
Only one would have a Banshee. She aimed to become a valuable posession.
She would be the crown piece in the Banshee program, an idol to praise, the jewel in her Mistresses eyes, and a product showcase for more Banshee sales.
And for that, she will have to survive Korriban.
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Darth Flvin
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Post by Darth Flvin on Oct 22, 2014 9:34:51 GMT -8
Lord Flvin grew impatient with the youngling, turning his attention quickly to the arriving force behind him. He turned his head slightly, only to let his eyes see behind his body, Two dark figures stood behind him, one old and one young. Their presence was enlightening, something that put a smile on his face. He motioned his hand downwards towards one of the Stormtroopers, signalling for him to stay put with the youngling. The group of soldiers stood guard, obeying the Dark Lord's command.
Shun turned around slowly, and began walking towards the two Sith Lords. He opened his arms slightly, welcoming them to his new home.
"Darth Obitus, Darth Malvus; I am beyond excited to see you both. Welcome to the Academy."
He stood still, waiting for the two to walk beside him. As he did so, Lord Flvin turned his head towards the Twi'lek slave to his adjacent side. She stood silent, shackled by her chained collar. A slave...in what purpose did SHE serve? He turned his body now towards the slave, and approached her calmly.
"I understand you are a gift from the Emperor? How intriguing. In what services do you provide?"
His voice was distorted by the mask, shadowing his every word. He stood tall, and folded his arms behind his back. It was a weird position for some, but the Dark Lord felt more comfortable then ever.
While the group conversed outside the landing pads, several workers and troopers began shuffling in and out of the Academy's ruins. Bringing in supplies and other materials inside the Academy's halls. Renovations had begun, and it would only be so long until the Academy was ready for it's first operations.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Oct 23, 2014 11:18:17 GMT -8
As her new master approached, she fell on her knees. A well practiced movement from the kind of grace it had. One would not think that falling to your knees in submission can be gracefull, but somehow One made it look so. Her forehead reached the ground in front of Flvin, and then she eased back, sitting on her hunches, looking up at the Sit Lord.
-One-
"Cooking, cleaning, washing. These for your own person and own protection, so none will be able to harm you through your food, your cloths, your home. Blaster use, lightsaber use, hand to hand combat, assault and assasination tactics and execution. Guarding the life of my Master."
She took a breath, but it was clear she had more to say.
-One-
"I am Pilot, stealth field, ground vehicle certified. Not a fighter pilot, only for transortation. I am told I am boring for conversation, good for sparring and my cooking is exellent.
This is one of the priviliges of gaining the Emperrors Favor, and interest."
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Post by Lillith on Oct 26, 2014 17:39:48 GMT -8
The Brotherhood of Darkness? An old faction, powerful at one time but disbanded and all but forgotten. So, this man was here to revive the order. The Echani had to stifle a laugh. What place was there for him now? The Empire had swallowed half the galaxy whole, and the Republic, pandering sycophants that they were, prostrated themselves and their subjects to keep Delvardus' appetite sated. Either faction would swat this Darth Flvin down the moment he raised his forces against them.
And yet she couldn't deny his power. It hummed in the air around him, resonating with the planet's own black energies. The captain felt inexplicably drawn to him, to the secrets he must harbor, the strength he must command. Maybe he's a fool, she mused. But the force is strong with him.
"I came to ransack your academy." Lillith answered simply. There was no reason to lie about her intentions. "I thought to find it still abandoned, its secret knowledge unguarded. Obviously, I presumed incorrectly."
More dark siders arrived, then. She felt them before she saw them, black stains closing in on the academy's courtyard. They answer his call. When Flvin stalked away to meet them Lillith followed, white hair whipping in the harsh wind. The man with the sniper rifle- she still didn't know his name- followed as well, his hard eyes flitting about mistrustfully. The rest of her men kept their position around the shuttle.
Obitus. Malvus. Lillith committed the names to memory as she observed the meeting, and the introduction of the slave girl. She felt her lip twitch in disgust. The Twi'lek was beautiful, and under other circumstances the Echani's gaze might have lingered overlong, but chains made all things ugly, figurative or no.
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Post by Darth Flvin on Oct 27, 2014 13:21:52 GMT -8
As her new master approached, she fell on her knees. A well practiced movement from the kind of grace it had. One would not think that falling to your knees in submission can be gracefull, but somehow One made it look so. Her forehead reached the ground in front of Flvin, and then she eased back, sitting on her hunches, looking up at the Sit Lord.-One- "Cooking, cleaning, washing. These for your own person and own protection, so none will be able to harm you through your food, your cloths, your home. Blaster use, lightsaber use, hand to hand combat, assault and assasination tactics and execution. Guarding the life of my Master." She took a breath, but it was clear she had more to say.-One- "I am Pilot, stealth field, ground vehicle certified. Not a fighter pilot, only for transortation. I am told I am boring for conversation, good for sparring and my cooking is exellent. This is one of the priviliges of gaining the Emperrors Favor, and interest." The Brotherhood of Darkness? An old faction, powerful at one time but disbanded and all but forgotten. So, this man was here to revive the order. The Echani had to stifle a laugh. What place was there for him now? The Empire had swallowed half the galaxy whole, and the Republic, pandering sycophants that they were, prostrated themselves and their subjects to keep Delvardus' appetite sated. Either faction would swat this Darth Flvin down the moment he raised his forces against them. And yet she couldn't deny his power. It hummed in the air around him, resonating with the planet's own black energies. The captain felt inexplicably drawn to him, to the secrets he must harbor, the strength he must command. Maybe he's a fool, she mused. But the force is strong with him. "I came to ransack your academy." Lillith answered simply. There was no reason to lie about her intentions. "I thought to find it still abandoned, its secret knowledge unguarded. Obviously, I presumed incorrectly." More dark siders arrived, then. She felt them before she saw them, black stains closing in on the academy's courtyard. They answer his call. When Flvin stalked away to meet them Lillith followed, white hair whipping in the harsh wind. The man with the sniper rifle- she still didn't know his name- followed as well, his hard eyes flitting about mistrustfully. The rest of her men kept their position around the shuttle. Obitus. Malvus. Lillith committed the names to memory as she observed the meeting, and the introduction of the slave girl. She felt her lip twitch in disgust. The Twi'lek was beautiful, and under other circumstances the Echani's gaze might have lingered overlong, but chains made all things ugly, figurative or no.
"So be it, continue on with your mission young Captain. Kill all who stand in your way, preventing you from finding the Academy's hidden treasures."Darth Flvin smirked under his mask, standing firmly in front of the Echani. He was curious of what she might say or do next, it could be the beginning of a dark, evil relationship. |
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Oct 28, 2014 5:48:58 GMT -8
-One-
"Yes Master."
The Slave did feel the presence of the Sith lord brush against hers, and she did not pull back. She was used to creatures of darkness. Some may even say those were even darker and more twisted then the Powerhungry Sith. This slave had embarked upon the planet of Dathomir as Sienn'rha Lestin, and left it as someone else, broken down and rebuilt. As One. Korriban was just an other adventure compared to that.
She stood up and would just walk off to the ship she came with to get her stuff when her protoge, her Master and her target to lifeguard stated an open challange. She had not given so much tought to these people yet, giving them credit as hostiles, but she realised her faults quickly. Seeing the books and her Mistresses teachings, sith can truly never be trusted. Not even among themselves.
The slave walked off, hoping she got ignored as just a servant not to be bothered, and as she walked she pressed a button on her belt. She suddenly turned invisible. Not fully invisible, but just a blurr, bending light. As the stealth field became active she turned at once towards the "Captain" to whom her Master uttered the challange, her lightsaber in left hand drawn, so was the E-11 blaster, charged and set to Stun. Aimed. Ready. One wrong move, and a sudden surprise would come at the Echani from the Sith Lords flank.
The Twilek was half crouching, leggs bent. Her lightsaber was pointed horisontally in front of her to the right (from the left), and the E-11 was steadied to her right shoulder, held by right hand.
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Post by Lillith on Oct 28, 2014 11:10:56 GMT -8
The Echani shrugged. "Why? Your presence changes the game, and I'd rather not pit my meager taskforce against three Sith and a bevy of their troopers. Of course, my fleet is still in orbit. With a word I could turn your academy and the surrounding valleys to glass. But then we would both lose, and I came a long way for this information. So, we're left with a third option." A cold smile bowed her lips. "Compromise. You are already aware of what I would have from you, so the only question is what would you have in return?"
When the slave strode off Lillith did not bother to watch her go. Nor did the sharpshooter at her side, but the sudden activation of her stealth field registered out of the corner of his eye, and he turned to look. When he noticed her suddenly gone a hand fell to the pistol at his hip. The man's dark eyes cast about, searching.
The Echani was too focused on the Sith to take note of her companions behavior. Her gaze was harsh and cold as Hoth itself as she waited for a response. She felt her muscles tensing and the dark side gathering to her as she prepared. But for what? She asked herself. Bloodshed or negotiation? It wasn't a fight she could hope to win with her saber. Despite all her combat training Lillith was still a fledgling in the ways of the force, and at a glance she knew the three men before her to be masters. On top of that their men outnumbered hers. The gunship would help to even the odds, but it wouldn't be enough. Not with her fleet useless to her. Ordering a bombardment of my own position would be one hell of a way to go, though. A wicked gleam crept into her pale eyes at the thought.
But no. The only course of action left to her was a truce. Perhaps this endeavor would be worth investing in. It might even prove to be the path back to her former glory. If not, she would divest herself of it...but only after she had learned the academy's secrets.
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Post by Darth Flvin on Oct 29, 2014 12:06:29 GMT -8
Lord Flvin listened keenly to the Captain's words, thinking as he did. He was about to speak, when he noticed his new protector wander off into the distance; and then suddenly vanish. Astonishing he thought, this slave was truly one of a kind. He looked back towards the Captain once more, tensing his arms slightly.
"It seems we have a misunderstanding here young Captain, this isn't the place for negotiations. You either prove your worth, or suffer the consequences."
Darth Flvin raised his hand slightly, channeling a small amount of his power as he did. He grabbed the blaster on the Captains belt with the force, and yanked it away from her grip. It suddenly flew into his hand, quicker than the blink of an eye. He held it firmly, while still keeping a close eye on the Echani.
"So what will it be Captain?"
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Oct 31, 2014 11:07:50 GMT -8
The slave stayed silent and still as a statue. It was easy to see a blure moving, so she did not. It was unclear if combat would unsue. She listened to the exchange, and looked for possible targets, also trying to think out an attack plan.
She first considered her Master. A sith, so he should be able to protect himself, also, used to fighting alone. She decided to keep out of saber distance, he might turn on her in a sudden movement, and cut her in two by misstake. Nor in front of him. Sith are known of wide acts of rage that look more like a broken high-woltage transistor. She had been electrocuted before, but she did not plan on being again. She could live through one, maybe even two, but not with enemies around.
She considered the enemy.
Cocky captain, most suredly learned in the force. Her master would most likely go for her, while she will have to get the others off his back. That sounded like a good plan, if one did not count the Gunship. That could bring a problem. If her master wins, and she kills the rats, they might just decide to obliterate the area. She will have to do something about that, once her stealth field is disengaged, and her master seems somewhat safe.
Then.... there is the other sith.
What if they would want to get rid of a rival? In the heat of battle, just turn on her new master and bam, make her a rather poor example of a bodyguard?
She will have to stay with her master, while the other sith are around, and improvise about the Gunship.
The slave stood silent, still, and near invisible.
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Post by Lillith on Nov 3, 2014 12:02:12 GMT -8
As her weapon flew from her belt the sharpshooter turned with a sudden shout, tugging at his pistol. Lightning fast, Lillith stretched out her hand and caught his wrist before he had a chance to free it from the holster. He looked at her, his dark eyes angry, but the Echani simply shook her head. "At ease, Commander. If our host presumes to test me, who am I to deny him?" Grudgingly the trooper shoved his weapon back into its holster. She turned back to Flvin with a hint of a smile in her pale eyes and one hand on the hilt of her lightsaber.
"I have never faced a Sith Lord in single combat before," she admitted, "though I have smashed enough of your fleets to know that few of you command as well as the Jedi. Too brazen and aggressive, and prone to overreach yourselves when attempting to capitalize on an advantage. But I wonder, how do your kind fight when you wield a blade rather than a fleet?" The long hilt of her saber was clutched in her right hand. She stood regarding the Sith as if he were some curiosity on display.
The foremost blade of her saber ignited with a menacing snap-hiss, its azure length shimmering dangerously. She addressed the commander, "Should our host prove disingenuous in his intentions or his men overeager to lend him aid...scour the academy and its inhabitants from the planet. A single volley should suffice. Otherwise, do not interfere."
The commander nodded, his expression wooden, and backed away to give them space. Lillith raised an eyebrow. "Now then."
She exploded into motion, streaking toward the Sith. Her blood sang in her ears and the dark side in her heart. Her saber's hilt was hot and heavy in her hand, vibrating with deadly energy. When she closed she ended with her left foot forward and brought the saber arcing to the right, a backhanded horizontal slash meant to trace a line across the Sith's pectorals.
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Post by Atia on Nov 3, 2014 13:51:31 GMT -8
The "Captain" just thretened her master. Sure, they were banthering thus far, but giving orders of depopulating a planet is something very different. Not to mention lighting a lightsaber. The slave did not think on it for far more. She nicked her head down, and pushed a button with her chin on the slaves collar. THe voice distortion device was activated.
The "Commander" didnt even make a step in his backing away before a blue ring of energy was shot out at him seemingly from the air.
It was unlikely that this little group had anyone else with a good enough comm or rank to order a strike on this position, but the woman referring to herself as Captain. If the commander is out, then only the side dishes were left... while her Master deals with the fledgeling Echani. It was a good chance that they would not be victims of a planetary strike.
As the shot exited her E-11, the stealth field broke appart with a flash, the stealth generator overheated and recharging. She reset the blaster to normal blasterbolt with the flicker of her thumb, also added auto fire, and streaked Lillith little group with suppressing and rather malicious blasterfire, aiming to divide her off from her people, and subtract from their numbers. Simple arythmetics.
Her left hand, still holding the saber went to her belt again, not for the stealth generator, but for the sound distortion device. Nobody will tell any orders if they cant make sounds. She pulled it up to maximum.
About 15 meters around her, no sounds existed. Total and unhindered sound of the grave, like the world they were on.
The Sound of Silence.
Both Lillith, her Master, and Lillith little group was in its range.
One hoped to educate her master on the finer usage and effects of his new possession (her) but it seemed like they would have to take the quick tutorial.
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Post by Darth Flvin on Nov 5, 2014 19:49:38 GMT -8
As her weapon flew from her belt the sharpshooter turned with a sudden shout, tugging at his pistol. Lightning fast, Lillith stretched out her hand and caught his wrist before he had a chance to free it from the holster. He looked at her, his dark eyes angry, but the Echani simply shook her head. "At ease, Commander. If our host presumes to test me, who am I to deny him?" Grudgingly the trooper shoved his weapon back into its holster. She turned back to Flvin with a hint of a smile in her pale eyes and one hand on the hilt of her lightsaber. "I have never faced a Sith Lord in single combat before," she admitted, "though I have smashed enough of your fleets to know that few of you command as well as the Jedi. Too brazen and aggressive, and prone to overreach yourselves when attempting to capitalize on an advantage. But I wonder, how do your kind fight when you wield a blade rather than a fleet?" The long hilt of her saber was clutched in her right hand. She stood regarding the Sith as if he were some curiosity on display. The foremost blade of her saber ignited with a menacing snap-hiss, its azure length shimmering dangerously. She addressed the commander, "Should our host prove disingenuous in his intentions or his men overeager to lend him aid...scour the academy and its inhabitants from the planet. A single volley should suffice. Otherwise, do not interfere." The commander nodded, his expression wooden, and backed away to give them space. Lillith raised an eyebrow. "Now then." She exploded into motion, streaking toward the Sith. Her blood sang in her ears and the dark side in her heart. Her saber's hilt was hot and heavy in her hand, vibrating with deadly energy. When she closed she ended with her left foot forward and brought the saber arcing to the right, a backhanded horizontal slash meant to trace a line across the Sith's pectorals. |
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Post by Lillith on Nov 6, 2014 14:18:35 GMT -8
The force screeched a warning; too late. She was already halfway to her target when saw the commander fall out of the corner of her eye. Treachery! A spike of anger shot through the Echani, but her focus remained on Flvin. He was the greatest threat, the one that needed to be dealt with first. Let my men put down the slave. The Sith is mine.
His lightsaber came up to check the blow, blindingly fast, but Lillith was faster. Her thumb slipped over her saber's quick-kill switch, and the blade disappeared a split-second before impact. With a snarl she punched her left hand forward to grab the bottom of the hilt, simultaneously yanking her right hand back. She leaned away, putting her weight on her back foot, and brought the weapon up over her shoulder. The bottom blade ignited a heartbeat into the motion, aiming to shear up into the Sith's right hip at an angle.
Lillith's pale eyes glittered with rage as she let the tempo of the battle carry her away.
Her men shouted and leaped for cover amid the flurry of blasterbolts. A few were struck but unharmed, thanks to their armor, but one of the men dropped to his knees, his throat a smoking ruin. Another shrieked as his knee was blasted apart. The soldier next to him seized him under the arms and made to drag behind the shuttle. The rest returned fire in short, staccato bursts, kneeling in the dust or crouching behind the ramp of the shuttle. Their fire was concentrated on the slave. At this distance they couldn't target the Sith without jeopardizing their captain.
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Post by Atia on Nov 7, 2014 9:06:17 GMT -8
The second the Sound Scrambller field went online, the enemy retaliated.
She saw a good hit in her first burst, and that took out two active combatants, one or two wanting to help their friends, but she still had enough enemies to deal with. One LOVED it. She was ONE, presumably the finest of all Banshees in the Banshee programe. It was time to show this.
Her lightsaber ignited the second the enemy aimed her in. She batted away a bolt, and started into a run. She ran diagonally to the right. This would both get her between the Master and the Captain, and the captains men. This way, she could both bat away sniper fire that would come at the Master, and maybe her men would think twice about fireing at their commander. A bad shot and an unfortunate move from this Captain character could just make her victime for not so friendly fire.
As she storde into a sprint, left side turned towards the enemy, she batted away an other bolt as a third missed, and a fourth blasted sand just where she just stood. The saber in her left twirled with ease, catching bolts and batting them away (not really skilled enough to bat them back). With her moving and the lightsaber in her hand, defence was easy... against the men. Hopefully, the Master had the Captain under controll, because she didnt hear a thing that was going on there. NOBODY did.
No sound existed.
She also holstered her own blaster, and pulled up a cloth over her face, just the eyes were seen...
She got to the position between the duel and the fireing escort. She had only a vague idea, because she could not chance a glance backwards, so she hoped they had not moved away yet... otherwise, she was a sitting duck, a good ten meters from enemy fire. She started to conjure the knowledge of Force Barrier, should she need it. One of the most elementary defencive force powers. A bodyguard should never leave home without it.
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Post by Darth Flvin on Nov 9, 2014 7:51:37 GMT -8
The force screeched a warning; too late. She was already halfway to her target when saw the commander fall out of the corner of her eye. Treachery! A spike of anger shot through the Echani, but her focus remained on Flvin. He was the greatest threat, the one that needed to be dealt with first. Let my men put down the slave. The Sith is mine. His lightsaber came up to check the blow, blindingly fast, but Lillith was faster. Her thumb slipped over her saber's quick-kill switch, and the blade disappeared a split-second before impact. With a snarl she punched her left hand forward to grab the bottom of the hilt, simultaneously yanking her right hand back. She leaned away, putting her weight on her back foot, and brought the weapon up over her shoulder. The bottom blade ignited a heartbeat into the motion, aiming to shear up into the Sith's right hip at an angle. Lillith's pale eyes glittered with rage as she let the tempo of the battle carry her away. Her men shouted and leaped for cover amid the flurry of blasterbolts. A few were struck but unharmed, thanks to their armor, but one of the men dropped to his knees, his throat a smoking ruin. Another shrieked as his knee was blasted apart. The soldier next to him seized him under the arms and made to drag behind the shuttle. The rest returned fire in short, staccato bursts, kneeling in the dust or crouching behind the ramp of the shuttle. Their fire was concentrated on the slave. At this distance they couldn't target the Sith without jeopardizing their captain.
Near the academy, the stormtroopers standing guard merely watched the fight. Their weapons were primed and ready, protecting the front doors into the academy. If anything were to happen, the stormtroopers would attack in an instant. |
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Post by Lillith on Nov 12, 2014 7:43:32 GMT -8
The volume of fire being directed at the Twi'lek diminished as she placed herself between the troopers and their embattled commander; the troopers began picking their shots much more carefully, avoiding anything that might potentially miss and harm the Captain. No strangers to sound dampeners, they coordinated with hand signals and pantomimes as soundless bolts careened through the air. One of the men tugged a concussion grenade off his bandoleer and lobbed it toward the slave. It bounced, then rolled to a stop a few feet in front of her before it detonated.
Inside the shuttle, the pilot activated the engines and began closing the ramp. With no sound, he could receive no orders, but the shuttle's laser cannons would come in handy for providing heavy cover fire. It would also take away the soldiers' cover. Silently he prayed he was making the right decision, and not one that would get his comrades killed. So far the stormtroopers that made up the academy's garrison had neglected to involve themselves, and that was a good sign; if they moved to attack this whole thing would get a lot more hazardous than it already was.
Lillith didn't even spare her men a glance.
Though she was a fledgling in the force, she knew her weapon and her form flawlessly; it would take a lot more than Flvin's apathetic defense to throw her off. As his blade dipped down and to her left, blocking her strike and carrying it out to the side, the Echani slid her left foot back in perfect synchrony. At the same time her right hand shoved out, her left pulled back, and her thumb slipped over the activation stud so that both blades were alive for the first time. The top blade, the one not engaged with Flvin's saber, flew out in a right-to-left sweep meant to bite into man's left shoulder, while the other blade was pulled back, so that it pointed out behind her left side.
This left her with her right foot forward and supporting her weight, her right shoulder facing the Sith Lord. The dark side growled a warning within her, demanding to be released, but she ignored it. The saberstaff was alive in her grip. Her heart raced wildly, and it was all she could do to keep a manic grin off her pallid features. It would be oh so easy to lose control, to slip into that quiet rage and let the bloodlust take over.
But she would not.
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Post by Atia on Nov 12, 2014 8:59:30 GMT -8
She was thought to take in all she can see, because her hearing would be hidnered by her own doing. She did. She bounced off shots, batting them away with the skill of a major league baseballplayer, she saw the handsignals, at least as much as she could from behind their cover. She also saw the gunship behind them start lifting and someone pulling the pin of a granade.
No barrier yet. It will come, but not now. The gunship was a danger she would have to deal with, so her Master can concentrate on his own fight, and they were giving her the weapons for it.
She went down on one knee, so she was a smaller target, batted away an other bolt and her right hand swung out, towards the gunship. This happened just when the granade left the hand of her enemy combatant. She grabbed the granade and slammed it towards the cockpit of the gunship, not that far away. She aimed to slamm it so hard it would break the cockpit, or at least dent it enough for the granade explosion to finnish off the people inside with sharpnell.
She continued her batting away the bolts, but the force use started to take a toll on her. She started to sweat, as if she had ran a couple cilometers.
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Post by Darth Flvin on Nov 15, 2014 9:28:25 GMT -8
He held his lightsaber firmly, tightening his grip with every strike. He was enjoying this encounter, battling one on one with someone again. His lightsaber clashed to his right, blocking the fledgling'sattack. Her body maneuvered, and her saber staff complimented her motions. One side of the blade traveled back to her left side, while the other moved forward across Darth Flvin's left shoulder. It was a simple move to defend, but the Dark Lord needed to do something to make things more entertaining for his viewers. He rotated his wrists once more, bringing his saber back across his body and over his left shoulder. He made quick contact with her blade, forcing it down with the strength of his body. He held his lightsaber down, hoping to keep the Echani's blade down with him. The Dark Lord held his grip tight, and let go with his left hand. He raised it slowly in front of him, pointing his fingers towards the young Echani Captain.
"Do not under estimate the power of the Sith!"
Suddenly, a large bolt of teal looking energy emerged from his fingertips. Strong and powerful electrical currents, raced out of his fingers towards the Captain. The distance between the two was short, and it was nearly impossible to block the attack. All the Dark Lord wanted to do was anger the fledgling, make her feed off the dark feelings inside.
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Post by Lillith on Nov 15, 2014 15:36:56 GMT -8
The Sith's blade came down atop her own, and Lillith blew an irritated sigh through pursed lips as her thumb caressed the activation stud once more. The lightsabers tangled, snarling, but as they began to descend the azure blade of her weapon winked out of existence, retreating back within the hilt. Unless the man could somehow reverse his momentum on a dime, he should be nice and open for her next attack. She snapped her left wrist to the right, bringing the still-active rear blade out in a vicious slash.
Before her blow could land the dark side surged and screamed, prodded on by Flvin's will. The bolt of energy struck her full on and forced her back a half dozen staggered steps. A low cry of anguish escaped her lips as the currents ravaged her body, electric energy pulsing through her. The pain was immense, but as the attack faded it transformed, goaded into anger by the black taint in her heart. She released her hilt with her right hand and raised it to her collarbone, brushing her fingertips over the black burn of the entry wound. Smoke rose from her lithe frame as her pale eyes set upon the Sith, alive with hate.
She flipped her saber into a traditional grip, but left one end inactive. Her combat style had been ineffective at best against the big Sith Lord, so she reasoned it was time to switch it up. 'Reason' was perhaps an inappropriate word; the rage coursing through her discouraged rational thought, and left nothing but lust for the taste of Flvin's blood. With a soundless scream the woman suddenly burst forward, closing with a handful of lunging steps. Ending on her left foot, she stabbed her blade forward in a one-handed thrust at the Sith's chest. Out to her side, her right hand clenched into a fist, waiting...
Her men, in no danger from the slave, continued to pour fire at her. They'd faced force users before, and knew from experience that eventually, a shot would get through. The woman would tire, her powers would begin to wane, and then she would make a mistake. Most likely she would charge them out of desperation, seeking to close the distance and use her lightsaber to devastating effect. They had their own weapons, though; vibroknives and blades that could cleave flesh and bone with the slightest kiss. It was only a matter of time.
The pilot did not share their sentiments. The grenade punched through the viewport and struck the headrest of the passenger's seat. He had just enough time to realize what it was, and to scream into the soundless void.
Then the cockpit erupted in a gout of flame and smoke, and the shuttle's flight ended as soon as it had begun. The nose crashed into Korriban's red earth, spraying mud and dust and pieces of shrapnel in all directions. Within moments the entirety of the vessel was in flames, and oily black smoke poured into the atmosphere. Only a dozen meters to the right, Lillith's troops cursed the slave and howled their rage as the blaster fire continued.
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