The Drunk Side

Vereor and Alyona parked the speeder and got out. They went into the bar and slid into a dark corner booth. As soon as the Harbinger arrived in the they would know. The Force signature for the Disciples of Absalom was unique unto itself. For now they would wait.

The darkness in the room was so heavy it was almost palpable. A twisted grin came acroos Vereor's face as the Harbinger drew near. Vereor and his mistress knew at once that the time had come. The time that the ex-jedi scholar had waited for over the last 100 years had come at last. From the Jedi Archives to Malachor V he had searched both the known and unknown regions of the Galaxy for answers. Now the Harbinger stood before him and soon all would come to fear the name of Absalom. The two Sith stood as commanded.

"What is your bidding Great One?"

Vereor spoke for them both, his head bowed in respect. The young apprentice at his side following suit, weak at the knees and in the stomach, fearful to look directly upon the dark figure before them lest she be cast straight to chaos.

What's this a suddenly revived RP well I'll be damned. It's enough to stir the now dead Xeonon back to life for a short while. His senses dulled from the drink It seemed to him that the blade appeared out of no where. He was shocked to see this one had some fight in her, also the electricity sobered him right up. One of the things Eralam had taught him on Dressel was the importance of Absorb. Over the years his force powers had been all but taken from him this was how he got it back. Constantly absorbing and redirecting the attacks of the others. Did it hurt? Hell yes it hurt. For a split second his entire body burned as the electricity spread over his metal armour.

The pain gave way to a brilliant bright light from within, calming him, strengthening him and more importantly cleansing him of his dark thoughts for a second. The feeling was truly impeccable, unreplacable as every atom of his body took in the energy. One can only take in so much and that great power slowly began to corrupt him, he knew the dangers of absorbing to much or keeping it in for to long least of which ended in combustion and an explosion powerful enough to destroy half this dead world. His hands in motion Xeonon did two things, one with his right hand he gripped his own silver blade and thumbed the activator, it's silver blade extending to full length.

With his other hand though, just before the first strike would land on my neck, I touch the blade with the left hand. The Imperial Knights all used a certain metal; Cortosis which was not only resistant to lightsabers but would also short out the particular blade for 7 seconds up to 7 minutes. Releasing all that pent up force energy he let it flow into his hand as it burned a white phosphorus light. The blinding light, as bright as a sun would temporarily damage the retinas should the proper precautions not be taken.

Dozens of patrons who were fleeing now stumbled into one another blinded, but it would hopefully be umbra whotook the brunt of the attack. Assuming she was now blinded he would kick out with his right foot to his opponents chest, putting the rest of the absorbed energy into his leg. Hopefully this would get some distance between the two.

Didn't I tell you back then? I am not a damned Jedi, those wimps spend all day pondering about the force like it was a question needing solved. I am an Imperial Knight, we know it's a weapon, to be used on the likes of. He was letting his anger back in now, the calm before the storm was gone. With a sly grin he corrected himself. used to bring down threats to the empire. Oh and I was always the favourite of our mutual master. He knew sith, trained to fight them for the better part of 20 years, and he knew fighting. The sith called for anger, but in battle he found it did nothing but blind you. Bdm tss

The table coming almost directly for him would have made mere men screamfor their mommys. Xeonon was no mere man, nor did he have a mother for he was created in the wake of Corr Vhett killing a woman. As such he had balls of steel and a face as tough as Beskar. Side stepping, bringing his left foot behind his right he turned his body so the table brushed by his face a splinter lodging itself in his ear. Behind him he heard a sickening crunch as wood hit flesh. Whoever it had hit, was no doubt killed by the force of the blow.

Force speed; the bane of his existence. In the dueling arena he loved so much it had killed him in nearly all his losses. This however was the real world, and those sims had taught him a thing or two. Letting the force guide him as the blur of Umbra approached he jumped over the first strike. No small feat when you are wearing full body armour red as blood. Now a few feet above the ground things got tricky, using the force Xeonon pushed at Umbras chest Riding the backwards pressure to get out of the way. Hopefully the push would avert the stabbing but the slash to the shoulder did manage to hit.

The armour now had a black score from left shoulder to the middle of his chest. Thankfully the Phrick filaments had stopped the blade from cutting through the flesh and bone. Still some of the super heated metal burned and sizzled his skin adding yet another scar to the warrior. Have you learned nothing? I don't need to kill you to win NPR would I want to. If I'm lucky a Mandalorian will do that for me. No I just need to do this. Reaching onto his chest he pulled free the big .48 caliber pistol loaded with armour piercing depleted baridium rounds. It would punch through flesh like a hot knife through butter. Firing a shot for the stomach of Umbra he sneered. You think it's that easy? Bah! Us Imperial Knights are trained to resist temptations to the darkness.

There is one problem in the fluid motion of battle. Against training dummies and lesser beings you are more than capable to follow through with attacks. When your life is on the line, and you are but a hairsbreadth from death whatever can go wrong will eventually do so. Not expecting the bullet to hit his opponent Xeonon was happy to see Umbra jump back up. It had been some time since he could truly flex his muscles. Xeonon had enough time to put his weapon back in the holster before he blocked the hack to his chest. Red met silver and sparks flex, as he rode the blade of Umbras. Using her own momentum against her he the blade was held overhead just long enough for the second blade to activate.

Never stupid enough to stand still the Imperial Knight leapt back, yet again disengaging something strange to him. Usually the first to attack, he just couldn't keep pace with this woman's breakneck speeds. Sure he could interrupt her attacks but that would just be rude. No the slash to his chest missed as they now stood ten feet apart Xeonon having jumped out of the blades way. Good. Maybe now would be a good time to air any secrets we have. Hidden weapons? Long lost relations, maybe your really flexXXXxxxible. He said as he winked, no small feat for a man who only had one eye.

Raising his own blade over his head Xeonon stepped in three times then struck. Finally on the offensive he brought his blade down hard in an over head strike seeking to cut through the center of Umbras head.

As their weapons engaged Xeonon couldn't help but feel reminiscent of something. He couldn't figure out why but there was something about this position that had importance to him. The kick did little to hurt him, most of the force being spread out over his armour. Still he braced himself if only not to fall over from the powerful kick. It was a good thing he did so because when that force push hit him, he would have been sent flying. As it was Xeonon merly stumbled back a couple of feet.

Girl I have more secrets than I do known facts. Let's see, at age fifteen I insulted Corr Vhett and lived. One time I replaced Prince Adis hair gel with some of my home brewIndicating what he meant his left hand grabbed his codpiece. Oh and I am actually dead, but due to the powers granted to me by the Whills I am able to transport my ghostly knowledge into my past self at any point in time.

So that last one wasn't exactly a lie but that is besides the point.

Not waiting for Umbra to finish building up her inner rage or whatever a Sith does when it wasn't trying to terrorize someone Xeonon stepped forward. His lightsaber held low he cybernetic blue eye flicked towards the right hip before he swung hoping to bisect her from hip to opposite shoulder (left). That however was only a fools dream as he then followed through looping the blade down hopefully getting a shim on her left arm.

This little dance, more intract than bedding someone was a battle of attrition. Who would tire faster, who would make the first mistake? It wouldn't be him that's for sure. No if he could get enough nicks on this lady maybe he could best her.

The fire was a new twist, he wasnt sure what it was Umbra was using. Maybe Alter Environment. All he knew as that he was made of flesh and not metal. As such he knew that if he wasnt fast something bad would happen. There was only one way to escape the blaze, throwing up a force barrier he blocked the fire from scorching his precious face. It would have been infinitly harder for him to block it head on, so instead he threw up that forced the flames to his right, burning a table so fast it was cinders when the flames stopped.

Neat trick, I have to say, you singed my beard and rustled my feathers a little. You need to show me how to do that sometime eh? Holding his silver blade in both hands, vertically he slowly inched his was forward with his right foot leading. In a burst of speed not seen since Usain Bolt used force speed, Xeonon tried to sweep the Sith off her feet, trying to kick Umbras right leg first. Following through he stood back up swinging his blade from shin height up hip height.

Finishing this whole maneuver up Xeonon would look down to Umbras leg should she not fall. Focusing the push into the size of two fingers, he tried to buckle in the right leg and make her fall.

The force energies of the environment shift abruptly, but yet so subtly as well. The shift is neither good nor bad though, it simply just is. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm attuned to the force signature of the planet I wouldn't have noticed it. My senses go back to the fight as I notice Xeonon walking towards me. I slash out violently with my left blade arcing up and to the right as soon as Xeonon began his slashing movement, using the momentum to also jump back a few feet. Then I focus some of the force energy into my left hand and sent it directly at Xeonon with the aim of distracting the fight. I sense that he can feel the force shift too.

"There's a shift in the force signature here. Perhaps you've felt it too. There's something new here on Korriban, perhaps in this very room with us."

The stranger in the corner suddenly grabs my attention, as the shift in the force signature is centered around him. I haven't noticed him before now. It's strange, that despite the other patrons having already fled or died because of the fight, this stranger was just sitting there, observing us.

"Ah, I understand now. You're showing off for our audience."

I motion over to the stranger.

"I think I'll join you."

I wink my right eye at Xeonon in a half playful manner. With the no killing clause to our spar, the only other way for the fight to be interesting to me is if I can push my opponents buttons. I reach out through the force and grab a chair that's slightly behind and to the left of Xeonon, about 5 feet away. I fling the chair towards him as fast as I can. Holding my saberstaff horizontally in front of me, I rush in towards my opponent. My first attack is a left arc aiming for the waist of my opponent, simultaneously disengaging my other saber. Then I double my right fist up and punch at Xeonon's face to distract him.

Following through as though doing some dance, I slash swiftly to the right in a horizontal attack aimed at my opponents legs. As swiftly as I begin my attack I jump back from my opponent, holding my lightsaber with my right hand, pointing directly up.