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Oct 12, 2013 8:11:56 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 12, 2013 8:11:56 GMT -8
*Dred could smell the boy's fear Despite his bravado. Typical Jetii nonsense. Using words to project strength. They all did it. Dar'jetii and Jetii alike. Dred liked the ones who took to action first. Those he could respect. The battle was the real talk. Two men locked in battle, trying to out survive the other. The warrior way. Adi and Piteos usually didn't talk this much before fighting. Something was up. Clearly this was a test. Dred had no intentions of fighting the boy. No sport to it. Not that the boy wasn't capable in the least. Dred just wanted to fight the biggest and baddest. The best at their very best. That way there were no excuses. He deactivates his dark sabe and places it back in his shoulder harness that a gun would typically go underneath his right armpit. Dred could smell Adi a block down. The boy wasn't alone even if Piteos couldn't sense him through the Force. Dred could smell his cigarette smoke and his hair gel. Odd combination.*
"Very well, ner'tat. Despite his bravado I can taste his fear. Go easy on him. He doesn't look like much sport. But then again, who am I to tell a Mando'ade how to act? Even if he is a Dar'jetii."
*Dred begins to walk down the alley, the severed head bouncing off his hip that was tied to his belt by his hair. Even if the boy made a move against Dred, he'd just move out of the way.*
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Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 8:24:39 GMT -8
"Wish I knew," Miras said in reply to the man's query. Once again he cursed Adieumus for abandoning him. What the hell was he thinking? The katana in the darksider's hand swiveled toward him, prompting him to study the archaic weapon. He'd seen actual bladed weapons at the academy, of course; not every Initiate wished to be trained in conventional weaponry. This one, though, didn't even seem to house a vibration generator. Idly he wondered if it were crafted from some saber resistant material and then decided that yes, of course it was. A darkling wouldn't wield it otherwise.
Gray gaze shifting to linger on the big man as he spoke and then departed, the Corellian made a mental note to thank Ashla for being a weak Padawan at some point in the future. The Mandalorian didn't inspire the kind of dread that the fanged demon before him did, but he'd seen the mangled necks of the men outside. Tangling with the behemoth wasn't exactly on his wishlist. Still, he had bigger problems- metaphorically, of course. He was all alone with a katana-wielding darkling in the ghetto.
'Oh, woe is me.' Miras thought, and a sardonic smile blossomed on his drawn features.
He had an idea things were about to turn ugly, but he wouldn't act yet. Not only did he wish to avoid tipping his hand, but untempered aggression wasn't the proper way for a Jedi to behave, and for all his contempt and sarcasm, Miras was a Jedi. Even if he followed the tenets begrudgingly and without enthusiasm. If the dark sider forced his hand he wouldn't hesitate, but until then he would hold back.
Noticing that his hands were shaking, he clenched them into tight fists.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 12, 2013 8:33:33 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 8:33:33 GMT -8
Piteos couldn't help but notice the energy that the Jedi was giving him, the Jedi was worried and nervous, and all this did was cause more dark tendrils to spiral out of nothingness towards Piteos. He quickly slides his katana into the saya that held it when not in use. He cocked his head to the side, the smile seemed to spread further up his face, allowing the teeth towards the back of his mouth to show that they too had been filed into daggers
"Why are you resistant? I can taste the fear about you, and your hands are quivering to strike me down. Piteos, the Sith Sorcerer, an abomination to the Force. What will you do Jedi?" His cold voice seemed like it was being spoken in a tauntingly melodic manner.
He took another step towards the Jedi, closing the gap between the two. He let his arms down to his sides and moved them slightly, allowing the lightsabers that had been concealed in the sleeves of his kimono to slide into his hands. He tossed one to the Jedi without a word. He assumed the Jedi would catch it, and once he did, the Jedi would instantly feel the evil that just the hilts of his lightsabers carried with them alone.
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Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 8:45:45 GMT -8
Impossibly, the darkness around the other man seemed to grow even further, suffocating and insidious. Miras felt like he was choking on the tainted energy. The cold fear in the pit of his stomach refused to abate, even as the Padawan took a long step backward to mirror the dark sider's advance almost perfectly. The blade was sheathed, and for a moment he allowed himself to hoep that meant any threat of hostilities had been ended. He was wrong, of course. A moment later two lightsabers fell into the man's hands.
His words crept out, winding and sinuous, laced with the dark energy that surrounded him. The smile was long since gone from the Padawan's face, his features more pallid than usual. His knuckles were white, so tightly was he clenching his fists.
He didn't reply immediately; not until he was tossed one of the lightsabers. Catching it deftly in his right hand, Miras examined it for a moment and grimaced at its construction, at the evil that seeped from its core. He intended to drop it, he really did, but instead he found his fingers tightening around the hilt. His thumb caressed the activation stud, never quite depressing it.
"Give me a reason." Was all that he said.
His mind was working furiously. This whole thing felt...wrong. Staged. But simultaneously this dark sider screamed of danger and of a very real threat. He needed to be stopped; if he wasn't, he would most definitely kill again. Slaughters like the one behind him would reccur. And wouldn't he, Miras, be just as much to blame as this...thing that stood before him? If he did nothing to end the threat he posed, wouldn't their blood be on his hands as well? His head ached and his stomach lurched from the darkness; he needed time to process all of this, to think it through properly, but there was no time. The man stood before him and he had to act now if he wanted to stop him.
Miras set his jaw.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 12, 2013 8:56:57 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 8:56:57 GMT -8
Piteos chuckled as the Jedi took a step backwards, he continued forward again, this time focusing through the Force to construct a Force Barrier behind the padawan ensuring there would not be another retreating step. As he did this his silver eyes flared further into life as the silver hue blade sprang to life from the lightsaber held in his left hand. He would only take one step ahead, hoping the Jedi would step backwards into and being stopped by the barrier the Sith sorcerer had constructed behind him.
"You still would need a reason?" The true madness of his false jovial smile that had pushed his cheeks up under his narrowed eyes, could only be seen in the eyes themselves. They showed no true happiness, they seemed as if they were vacant. Eyes that just stared at the Jedi in front of him, eyes that exuded the truth of Piteos. There was no emotion to this man, he truly enjoyed and hated nothing, to him it was all the same. Good and evil only twin words with no meaning. "Would me killing Jedi and innocent children give you reason? The orbital bombardment of cities leading to the deaths of all within? Or perhaps your biggest reason would be that I could do it all over again?"
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Oct 12, 2013 9:36:30 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 12, 2013 9:36:30 GMT -8
*Dred continued down the alley, follow Adi's scent. He walks and stops as it gets stronger down behind a building. There he was, standing there, keeping an eye on his padawan. So it was a test. Curious. Poor kid didn't know it was. Dred laughs a bit to himself. He speaks to Adi as he knows the boy won't hear it, being occupied with Piteos.*
"Getting the Padawan to track Piteos and then leaving him to face him alone. And people have the nerve to call our tactics cruel and unusual."
*Dred looks right at him.*
"Meet me at my ship in a minute. You can download the specs of the repulsor tech onto my ships database. No one else will copy it once I'm done. It'll be deleted after I make a shoulder cannon for my armor."
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Oct 12, 2013 12:24:28 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 12:24:28 GMT -8
Miras moved to retreat again, aiming to keep the distance between them constant. Only this time, he felt his back press up against a wall. In almost the same instant he felt the influx of new power, the dark side made manifest. The touch of the force, so warped by the touch of this twisted creature, sent a shudder down the Padawan's spine, but he held firm, guarded gray eyes narrowed with a mixture of fear and barely contained anger. The saber hilt was still gripped firmly in his right hand, his thumb hovering over the activation stud.
"You're right," The words came out slow, measured, tinged with an insolent drawl. "I can't do anything about the ruination you've sown. The pain you've caused. The lives you've cut short."
'I'm going to die here.' The thought ran through his mind with startling clarity, cutting through the maelstrom of emotions swirling through him and replacing it with a sort of placid resignation. He was suddenly calm, a bitter smile bowing his lips. 'Such an ignominious end!' He mused sarcastically, and the smile widened.
"Still, I can send you to Chaos and keep you from doing any more damage, asshole."
The words were barely out of his mouth when he exploded into motion, bringing his right leg up behind him and kicking off the Barrier. His hips twisted as he shot forward and out to the right, and his right hand came up, activating the saber with a snarl and a hiss. Bringing the silver blade around in a wide, sweeping slash meant to take the dark sider in the left side, amputating his arm just above the elbow. 'Come on, laserbrains,' he thought grimly. 'Let me show you what I can do.'
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Oct 12, 2013 12:43:18 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 12:43:18 GMT -8
The jedi had taken the bait, moving swiftly, and dropping his focus on the barrier once the padawan had kicked off of it. His feet slide into a wider stance as he moved his left elbow up and out, causing his saber to point to the ground effectively catching his attackers saber.
SNAP HSST!
Immediately his right hand shot out towards his foes neck, with dagger point nails seeking to dig into the sides of his throat leading to a choking down swing meant to send his foe to the ground. Piteos' gaunt face shone evilly in the dual light from his sabers. His focus that had once been on managing a wall went towards skimming the surface thoughts of his enemy. "So aggressive and passionate for a Jedi!" His cold words boomed from deep within him. "Look at you, trapped as like a nerf led to a slaughter! And where is the one who holds your yoke?" Piteos intended to further dig into the man's psyche, he would bring all the darkness from within the Jedi forth. "You are a fool to think you stand a chance here boy!"
If Piteos' attack of throwing the padawan to the ground should work he would leap back in a diagonal fashion to his own right. His saber would then be then be held horizontal from his right shoulder with the tip pointed back and down towards his right at an angle. He would wait for the boy to stand back up before continuing.
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Oct 12, 2013 13:03:38 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 13:03:38 GMT -8
The two blades met with an electric crackle, and the familiar smell of ozone filled Miras' nostrils. His feet touched down in the same instant, twisting and shifting to face his foe, heels digging in to kill his momentum. The contact had sent a shudder up his arm, but he excelled at saber combat, and he was fueled by a terrible responsibility. Snapping his blade into a vertical position with a flick of his wrist, he tugged the weapon back toward him and grabbed the hilt with his other hand, left over right, before dragging the weapon off to his left side in an attempt to intercept the darksider's hand and sever it at the wrist.
His gray eyes flashed at the perceived mistake of his foe even as he sneered around a retort.
"...."
Nothing. He could think of no reply. Instead he felt the dark sider's words cut deep- deeper than they should have. He'd been groomed for this, resisting the slithering tongues of the Sith, remaining stalwart and unmoved. But he had a point, didn't he? Where was Adieumus? He'd disappeared, leaving him to face this monster alone. Was he just fodder?
'Kriff that,' Miras intoned. 'I bite back.'
If the dark sider somehow managed to avoid losing his hand, the youth would step forward with his left foot and bring the saber up in a two-handed diagonal blow, meant to rend the man from his right hip to his left shoulder. There was power behind the blow- Djem So at its finest- and Miras had no doubt that if the man attempted another one-handed block, he'd find his weapon battered from his grasp. Still, he'd been wrong before, and he'd never faced an opponent like this. He had no idea what to expect.
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Oct 12, 2013 13:26:38 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 13:26:38 GMT -8
Feeling his foes mind, Piteos began to trickle doubts of the young padawan into him. How he had let his self-righteous anger drive him to attack, how he was failing his training, how he was slipping towards becoming the very man he was dueling. He also trickled more doubt of Adieumus into his mind, how could his master abandon him like this, and if this was training how much different were the Sith in their own deceptive ways? Piteos' beskar gauntlet saves his hand from being severed from his body, and considering how close he was to the boy, and where his hand was aimed he considered another option to actually choking the boy. Pushing some of the dark tendrils that he had gathered up in himself out through his hand he aimed a somewhat strong Force Push at the boy as he began moving towards him.
"You are outmatched, and alone here. Yet still you let your anger guide you!" Piteos laughed, the wild look in his silver eyes showed that there was more enjoyment being gained just from seeing the Jedi engage him opposed to the actual fight itself. "Let it fuel you, take in the energy and harness it to your own advantage!" His voice cold and cruel, yet commanding and calm as if the jedi was his apprentice and not Adieumus.
Hopefully this force push would lessen the strength of the blow aimed at bisect him from right hip to to left shoulder. As the Padawan's move came towards him, he twisted his left wrist clock-wise and moved his left arm across and over his right which was moving back closer to his chest in a position that made it obvious it was preparation for a punch. The attack from his foe shook through his left arm. Twisting his right foot, he sent a mid kick aimed for the stomach at his foe. Hopefully the poised right hand would distract the Jedi and cause him to believe that it was where the attack would be coming from.
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Oct 12, 2013 14:19:28 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 14:19:28 GMT -8
He twisted away as he felt the sudden surge through the force, but couldn't escape completely. The Push battered his left shoulder, causing him to reel back awkwardly as he began his slash, leeching all the power from the blow. It cut up into the dark sider's blade weakly, lacking the force even to budge its twin blade. The Corellian cursed, feeling a spike of anger shoot through him, burning in his blood and lending an urgency to his movements. Recovering, Miras swept the blade back down and twisted his wrists, so that the blade arced behind him and back up into a vertical guard, just in front of his left shoulder.
His foe's words fell upon him like hammer blows, and for a moment he hesitated. This anger he felt, this surging rage...it was what the dark sider wanted from him. And if he succumbed...what differentiated the two? He had to maintain a level head and control over his emotions. He needed to find that still calm he'd dwelled in just moments ago. How had he lost control so quickly? How could he hope to defeat this man, if he didn't use the power his rage granted him? Which was worse, letting the man kill him and assuredly uncountable others, or failing his oath to the Jedi?
He couldn't think. There was no time.
As his opponent cocked his fist back to throw a punch, Miras saw his intentions: the tension through his abdomen, the slight pivot of his hips as he prepared to deliver his real blow...the beginnings of a kick. 'Deceptive,' he observed.
Dropping his weight back on his right foot, Miras pivoted to the left and kicked off, performing a short hop backward that carried him out of the path of the kick. In the same motion he brought the blazing silver lightsaber down in a vicious chop meant to shear through his foe's knee and hopefully end the fight for good.
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Oct 12, 2013 14:37:23 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 12, 2013 14:37:23 GMT -8
*Dred continued down the alley, follow Adi's scent. He walks and stops as it gets stronger down behind a building. There he was, standing there, keeping an eye on his padawan. So it was a test. Curious. Poor kid didn't know it was. Dred laughs a bit to himself. He speaks to Adi as he knows the boy won't hear it, being occupied with Piteos.*
"Getting the Padawan to track Piteos and then leaving him to face him alone. And people have the nerve to call our tactics cruel and unusual."
*Dred looks right at him.*
"Meet me at my ship in a minute. You can download the specs of the repulsor tech onto my ships database. No one else will copy it once I'm done. It'll be deleted after I make a shoulder cannon for my armor."
Odd.
Matango didn't answer for a moment, as he was concentrating on his padawan. He could see Piteos wasn't giving him the full-on tenacity of his skills, but he wasn't exactly holding back -that- much, either."There is no time to teach the boy the easy way, Mandalorian. I am testing my student the way he needs to be right now...against a foe that is stronger than he is. Besides, Piteos knew that Miras was tracking him. It was part of the plan. Zenchou might be a cold-blooded killer...but even he has respect for those that show him the same. I asked a favor, he agreed.
Stick around and enjoy the show. Here...."He pulled a small datachip out of his pocket."This has the technical data you requested. Do as you need to with it, I didn't give it to you. HNAC wouldn't be happy that it's Chief Operating Officer was, in essence, handing over a trade secret to the enemy...but they don't understand.
Sometimes even enemies can show respect, especially when they both want the same ends."Matango said no more for the moment, his eyes never leaving the duel. He would jump in soon enough...but until then? He would continue the evaluation. |
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Oct 12, 2013 15:40:08 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 15:40:08 GMT -8
Piteos slammed his left foot down to the ground, and pivoted his elbow and wrist counter-clockwise to block the attack his right hand moving to clutch the bottom of the hilt of his lightsaber. His nostrils flared as this his saber narrowly blocked his opponents. He had grown quite rusty from years of meditation. His hold on the padawan's mind was clearly obvious to Piteos, not a word was spoken, nothing the Jedi was possibly furious and fighting through and with the fury. Perfect.
"Look how far you have fallen!" Piteos words drip over his lips like slow moving honey. He launches himself backwards, pushing further doubt and anger into the padawan's mind. Before he lands he disengages his saber. His silver eyes on the padawan, as he slides the saber back into his sleeve. All of the dark energies that Piteos had been drawing to the pair would now be put in use. Both of his hands began to smoulder. First only plumes of smoke could be seen, then a bright violet flame erupted over the Sith's forearms. Force Blast one of Piteos' most favoured techniques, one he had honed to the point of being able to actually make sure that the fires now engulfing his hands didn't shoot forth like geysers. Piteos could not be sure if the padawan was aware of the true devastation of the violet flames that could vaporize even the most heat resistant metals.
"You are prey! Remember that, come closer, and let me but just touch you." His wicked smile mocking the jedi he had been tormenting and training at the same time. "Have you even heard of Sith Magic?! Look at you oh great Jedi, do you always cast away your code when it suits you?" A cold laugh escaped his throat. He would only have to evade his foes attack, and with one touch he would melt the young Jedi's flesh.
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Oct 12, 2013 18:49:56 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 12, 2013 18:49:56 GMT -8
*A black painted shuttle of unknown type armed with some weapons roars down towards the area of the city, the jamming equipment that had been activated upon hyperspace exit used to enter orbit was no longer needed. Synth had always felt uneasy sitting in spaceports but seeing as she had never been here or was at the moment a threat to any Galactic Republic territories this would serve to be sufficient. She sets down not too far from the city in a patched area of the jungle near the outskirts of Glastro.*
*She disembarked her vessel with the tap of the door release allowing the ramp to come down in a silent hiss of steam, wearing her Nightsister outfit but inner-twinned with her Personal Concealment System Mark VI set she harmlessly begins her stroll. On her right waist hip would be her Mono-Cord Whip, and hidden in her right palm could be found her Stealth-2VX palm shooter and finally on her back her Energy Bow. Her eyes flicked about her something sinister as she headed towards the city by foot. A moderately adept force user that focused more on weapon proficiency then force powers she was a raw learner at best at the current time. She continued for what seems long periods of moments bringing her to the source of the disturbance and great power that had drawn her here, for what appeared to be the outside of a whorehouse in a ghetto street way. Approaching cautiously stealthed out in her outfit where only hen she drew her energy bow to cast an arrow would she decloak from her stealth. The young Kiffarian Dathomiri looks upon this grand and most intriguing scenario that was unfolding in front of her. She decides to while still concealed in stealth lean up against one of the walls of the nearest warehouse to observe some more and study.*
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Oct 12, 2013 19:25:39 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 12, 2013 19:25:39 GMT -8
"Look how far you've fallen!"
The words drew a bestial snarl from the Padawan, but the flash of pain in his eyes showed he knew the sorcerer was right. He made no move to follow as the man leapt away, but his gray gaze never left those twin orbs of glinting silver. Instead he stalked to the left in a slow, languid circle, his stance lean and hungry for battle. The saber lingered down at his right side, clutched loosely in his right hand. It hummed a low, bloodthirsty chant, buzzing in the Corellian's skull.
Maddening.
Miras took a few deep breaths, gulping down the night air like he was starving. He had to regain control of himself. He was falling directly into the sorcerer's trap, he knew. Playing to his tune, a puppet on taut strings. Yet the rage continued to burgeon within him, bolstered by self doubt and an acute sense of betrayal. He'd learned not to rely on anyone, he'd never needed anyone...yet Adieumus' disappearance sent a shudder of hatred through him. 'Should've known,' he thought blackly. 'Asshole.'
He continued to circle as the sorcerer resumed his speech.
"Oh, I've heard of it," Sneering, now. Chiding. "Can't say I'm impressed."
Focusing, Miras began to draw his own energies together. So far he'd not tapped the force, preferring to rely on his blade. It would be necessary to channel the ethereal power if he wanted to survive, though. And maybe, just maybe, he could stop this menace before it managed to cause more damage. Gnashing his teeth, the Padawan suddenly streaked forward, blade trailing behind him as he rushed the dark sider. |
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Oct 12, 2013 19:35:15 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 19:35:15 GMT -8
The speed that Piteos had not been displaying came into play now. Years of training in the ocean's of Manaan had given the Sith a great deal of swiftness. He had learned how to move with and against the current almost as speedily as he did on land. As the Jedi charged at the Sith he made move, first shuffling back several steps then cutting forward and to the left, making a wide arc towards the right of the Padawan. "Your session with me today is over, you have shown me enough to see that even you, a mighty Jedi, have some demons to quell!" Piteos would be nearing the man now, and quietly spoke in his usual apathetic tone. "Return my saber now boy!"
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Oct 12, 2013 19:38:30 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 12, 2013 19:38:30 GMT -8
He only knew Dred was coming through sound. Normally, even with a non-force sensitive, one could pick them up through subtle vibrations in the force. With the big Mando, though....it was almost as if he wasn't even -there-.
Odd.
Matango didn't answer for a moment, as he was concentrating on his padawan. He could see Piteos wasn't giving him the full-on tenacity of his skills, but he wasn't exactly holding back -that- much, either."There is no time to teach the boy the easy way, Mandalorian. I am testing my student the way he needs to be right now...against a foe that is stronger than he is. Besides, Piteos knew that Miras was tracking him. It was part of the plan. Zenchou might be a cold-blooded killer...but even he has respect for those that show him the same. I asked a favor, he agreed.
Stick around and enjoy the show. Here...."He pulled a small datachip out of his pocket."This has the technical data you requested. Do as you need to with it, I didn't give it to you. HNAC wouldn't be happy that it's Chief Operating Officer was, in essence, handing over a trade secret to the enemy...but they don't understand.
Sometimes even enemies can show respect, especially when they both want the same ends."Matango said no more for the moment, his eyes never leaving the duel. He would jump in soon enough...but until then? He would continue the evaluation.
"I have to run to my ship. I have Armor that's drying that needs to be put away."
*Dred places the datachip in a pouch on his belt.*
"Besides, I was merely jesting. This is the best way to teach. By doing. Experience can't be taught. Even if enemies don't have the same goal, they can still show respect. That is what the difference between me and Intalbo is. As much disgust for the Force that I have, It's matched only by my respect. It gives me a reason to make myself better."
*Dred makes his way to his ship, but looks back over his shoulder.*
"I hope one day to die in a glorious battle. Maybe one day it will be you who gives me that honor."
*Dred walks to his ship.*
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Oct 12, 2013 20:45:46 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 12, 2013 20:45:46 GMT -8
Adi nodded, and continued watching the duel. Piteos was....being nice, actually. He wasn't trying to rip the young man's limbs off, at the very least. That was good, wasn't it?
Miras, however, was starting to get aggressive. If he pushed -too- far, Piteos might not hold back. It was time to step in. With a burst of speed, Matango blurred across the street, and threw his forearm into the path of Miras bringing the lightsaber down toward Zenchou. Adi threw the phrik bracer into the path of the weapon, and stopped it cold.
"Ok, ok...that's enough. I don't have enough to pay Piteos if he loses a limb...or his temper. Trust me."
Miras lowred weapon, and Matango turned to Piteos.
"Thank you for not killing him. I appreciate it."
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Oct 12, 2013 21:12:06 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 21:12:06 GMT -8
"Save your thanks for someone who cares. I suggest you both take leave now...." Piteos turned continued his strafe right past the Jedi, he had heard it. Someone outside those he knew was feeling something, something like joy.
He thrust forth both his arms, letting loose his hold over the Force Blast violet pillars of swirling magma erupted from the Sith's arms. It was aimed in the general direction of what ever had been lurking and watching the fight. He released the Force Blast, and the violet flames vanished revealing two blistered and bloody hands exposed and steaming beskar gauntlets. His silver eyes waited for what ever it was to come out. His left hand on the tsuba of his katana, waiting to draw it when necessary.
"Come out coward, your emotions have already betrayed you and you might as well succumb to them now!" His cold voice stated, he simply spoke it. But in the manner he had it had been as if he had yelled it. His area of perception spreading, he had drained much of the energy he had harnessed while training Adieumus' padawan. He would have to focus if he was to slay or subdue what ever waited in the shadows for him.
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Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb)
The Organization
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Affiliation: "My forgotten, da Bosses will do terrible tings to me TERRRRRIBLE is me going back der!"
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Glastro
Oct 12, 2013 21:54:31 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 12, 2013 21:54:31 GMT -8
Sensing the danger of the blast as a pre-cognitive warning system being part kiffarian and force sensitive amongst other things. As the Force Blast came at her general direction she pushed off her feet, projecting herself upward and along the wall following through with her other hand. She then as the other hand made contact with the walls surface rebounded off with her feet forward and over the "Projected Force Blast" that was aimed at her all being unseen by eyes of course. Now being a weapons proficient warrior she hadn't yet become proficient in masking her movements totally through the force so it could of very well have been possible the man could of caught very short glimpses of her movements through the force like blurs while using force speed.
As she rebounded up and over the force blast, her heart rapidly beating pumping all the necessary adrenaline through her veins. She lands in front of the man about five feet. Knelt she immediately rolls on her back in this elaborate roll that would position her off to the man's right side now about six feet from his reach. After the roll she shoots up to her feet and quickly while still stealthed draws her Energy Bow which in doing so now dropped her stealthily concealment and as she pulled back upon the bow the Lambent colored energy arrow snaps to life and shows its size in length as Synth, surprised by being discovered or so she was being led to believe now was holding her bow, arrow pointing at the mans face. Breathing in and out as surprise and the feeling of danger overwhelmed her senses. She didn't know what to think other then this guy, seemed to want to hurt her. Her eyes switching from looking at him and staying on him to looking back into her feelings and then back at him in cycles. At this point while all this had just happened most of it unseen, she was beginning to realize that this man was the one whom she had been drawn to, or atleast the force within him.
"I succumb to no one, I am what I am but cowardly is not in my practice!"
She spoke to him while still holding the energized arrow bolt to his right eye area seeming how she was standing in a defensive foothold style stance. Energy still pumping through her she fought, no looked for a reason not to release the arrow bolt to this guys skull as she asked her first question while staying on guard of him and the other two.
"Who are you and why am I here?"
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