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Post by Sal-Kari-Min on Jun 10, 2011 23:25:56 GMT -5
"No..." The Sith sliced off his right hand, the same hand that ironically launched the fated Force Push. Min collapsed to one knee and grunted out in pain briefly before forcing his jaw to clamp shut - he refused to give the Sith the satisfaction of his suffering.
Pushing through the pain with the Force, he gained strength. With that greater physical strength, the Jedi plunged his lightsaber pike's glowing yellow blade into the stomach of his Sith attacker. "Cry out to your Sith Master, you fool!"
The master was unable to contain the pain from the wound, but he needed to. He remembered the diplomatic mission he and his master was on with a ground of Aing-Tii monks. After saving the monks from an ambush triggered by rogue smugglers that used Force-Sensitive vornskr as trackers. In exchange for his services, the monks taught him and his master their secretive force ability dubbed "Fold Space". But his master told him to never use it unless it was life or death, as, quoting him: "...the Force is not something to be toyed with".
Min focused through the pain and instantly vanished using the technique. Not wanting to abuse the ability, he appeared on a vacant balcony nearby the casino. He called on the comlink for a pick-up.
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Post by Emperor Spellca on Jun 11, 2011 0:38:21 GMT -5
The Dark Lord felt the suffering of one of his Sith. Usually, a wounded Sith would be left to die by Spellca's standards. But he would not let his great victory be tarnished by the death of a Sith Lord. He focused his meditation on the wounded Sith and appeared before him as an illusion.
"You are in luck, my meditation is sustaining your body in time. Take the credits and our modified EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigate turned fleet hospital Utril is moving into a position to be ready for a shuttle entry. It is guarded by another Star Destroyer Avon to assure the frigate's security.
Spellca named both ships after Sith in Xavor's older order. Avon was a Sith who Spellca fought alongside and gained a brother-like bond with. Avon died in the civil war against Ki-Raser preventing the heretics from reaching a drop zone loaded with Sith artifacts.
Utril was a Sith medical expert, alchemist and researcher who assisted Spellca in his rise to power within Xavor's order and ultimately helped Spellca kill his master to take control. Utril died at the early skirmish at Korriban preventing a Republic gunship from leaving the planet.
Both served their Order and the Dark Side well, if Spellca had any friends worth mourning, those two would be among that very elite group.
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Post by Neah Walker on Jun 11, 2011 1:12:14 GMT -5
Neah smirked as he saw he had cut off the jedis hand. he was about to finish the jedi off when he suddenly felt a intense pain go through his body. Neah looked down slowly and saw the jedi had managed to stab him in the stomach. Neah smiled as he started to fall back words "Clever move jedi, But i will not cry out to my master i wont give you the satisfaction." Neah fell down onto his back hard as he felt the saber being pulled out from his stomach Neah wheezed and breathed heavily as he lay on the floor dieing. Neah lost his grip on the two sabers as he slowly felt himself begin to fade. Then suddenly the pain wasn't so bad anymore and that's when he saw his master standing before him.
Though it he knew that his master wasnt really there it was a illusion. Neahs eyes fluttered and squinted as he listend to his masters orders. Neah felt his body grow stronger again he was able to move as he nodded his head and thought inside his head 'As you wish my master.' Neah slowly got to his feet and grabbed his lightsaber and the jedi masters sasber. Neah saw the hand of the jedi master nearby and quickly grabbed it and put it inside his robe a little trophy for the emperor or for himself he was not sure yet. Neah grabbed the bag of credits and used used the force and ran out of the casino to his stolen speeder bike and took off for the landing platform with the bag of credit lugged over his shoulder. Neah arrived at the landing pad and limped into the shuttle.
Neah closed the door to the landing bay and began the ship for take off. He slouched in the pilots chair his hand over his wound. Neah then began the fly the ship off the planets atmosohpher were he could see the empires ships and destoryed republic ships. He carefully navigated through the ships and eventually found the corect ship. Neah radioed in to the ship and said " This is EF76 escrote frigate permission to land in the bay requesting medical team immediately on standby please respond ultril." The radio was silent for a few moments as the Ultris responded back 'Ahh thats a affirmative EF76 you are cleared to land in the docking bay." Neah turned the ship and began his descent into the docking bay as the shields were lowered as he landed. The shields were quickly reactivated as he opened up the landing gear and the landing bay door as he touched down. Neah then felt himself drift off into a state of unconsciousness.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 11, 2011 3:31:47 GMT -5
As Kanta charged at the Jedi Master, his attention was momentarily broken by the interference of a second Jedi. In the split second his attention was moved to the new target, Neah was able to steal the battle with Min, and Kanta had to quickly pay attention to the Echani Jedi.
The Jedi was quick to attack, parrying away Kantas saber, causing the Chiss to fly backwards, and steady himself for a fight. Apparently, this Jedi had just battled the Emperor. Of course, Kanta doubted this very much; if he had been battling the Emperor he'd be dead. Unless the Emperor was planning something secretive. The Jedi was standing in a position of Ataru, despite the room the fight was taking place in not being fit for such a technique. Kanta smirked, and decided to counter this plan of action with Juyo, his favorite technique. He ensured he kept his strength contained in his hands, hoping to batter this Jedi down in a few swift hits. Kanta stepped forward once, a vile, cruel smile curling across his face. As he did, he heard the sound of a saber slicing through flesh, and a hollow hum as one of the two people nearby was impaled on a saber. Kanta focused, and soon, the sounds around him were gone, and only the Echani in front of him was existent.
"This battle will end differently to the one on Coruscant, Jedi. My only focus now is your corpse lying at my feet." Kantas saber hummed silently, as it was briefly deactivated, and returned to its holster. In the moments while it was leaving his grasp, a new weapon was taking it's place; a long, black handle, with enough space to grip it with both hands with room left over. He smirked, as he activated the long black blade, a shrill buzz filling the air as it burst to life. "I shall kill you with a symbol of the Jedis weakness." He held his blade at his chest, and ran towards the Echani Jedi, ready to turn him into mincemeat.
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Post by johma on Jun 11, 2011 10:18:27 GMT -5
The battle shifted in a very bad way for the Jedi. Min lost his hand and though he impaled his foe, the Master retreated through fold space and the wounded Sith took off, leaving Johma and Kanta to face each other. Johma gave a slight grin at Kanta's statement. "It would almost be worth dying to see one of you Sith not run off." He said as his foe brought forth the Darksaber.
Johma gave a sigh. "Your obsession with that toy is kind of pathetic. I guess you can't rely on anything you yourself can make eh?" He said as Kanta charged in.
Johma jumped into a back flip, though his feet didn't touch the ground. Instead his feet meet the wall behind him, and he launched at Kanta, slashing upward, aiming to open the man's chest as he rocketed by. Granted he kept wary for a counter, but he had several ideas as to how to defend himself. Granted he was weary from his previous battle, but it wasn't in his nature to run, and even if he did, it was likely he would be struck down while trying to escape.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 11, 2011 12:21:02 GMT -5
Kanta raised his weapon to his side, as he took a step in the same direction, attempting to knock the weapon aside, and hopefully, the Jedi at the same time. Kanta spun on his axis, as he flung himself towards the Jedi a second time, sweeping down to shatter the Jedis chest against his own innards. Using his mind, he started to Combust a few of the particles of sand and dust now floating around the room, specifically the ones floating around the Echani head, as a distraction and a threat.
Kanta had no clue what it was that was plaguing this Jedi, but he could tell the Knight was fatigued. Perhaps he had battled the Emperor, and the Sith Lord had let him live for an unknown reason. Kanta shrugged the thought away; he could question his master at a later date.
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Post by johma on Jun 11, 2011 21:19:00 GMT -5
Kanta was able to defend himself from Johma's attack and the Jedi was sent slightly off his trajectory. In turn, Kanta launched his own attack. Johma was able to block, but he was sent back and off balance as the particles in the air started flaring up around him. After a moment Johma was able to shift the flaring particles away from himself and took a step forward.
Though as he did so, he felt himself mentally rocked. Apparently the Emperor's mental attack from earlier still wasn't completely shaken away yet. Shifting to the full defensive form of Soresu, Johma staggered back, keeping himself as alert as possible. He wasn't sure how badly he had been affected, but he clearly wasn't going to be fighting at top form. Nowhere near it.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 11, 2011 21:43:51 GMT -5
Kanta held the black-bladed weapon behind his shoulder, as he swung in at such a speed that only a powerful Jedi Master would be able to counter it. Kanta was in fact using the weapon for the second time, the first time being for only a few hours with a testing dummy, and even there, Kanta had learnt of the speeds was capable of getting with this weapon. It seemed lighter, faster, and far more accurate than a normal saber, but not quite as powerful.
Kanta could feel the Jedi was trying to recuperate from the fatigue of his previous battle. As his weapon collided with the clear lightsaber blade, he was able to use his accumulated Force energy around his hands to push the already weakened Jedis hands back, as he grew closer and closer by the second. "Come now Jedi, I thought an Echani Knight would be able to hold his ground better than this."
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Post by johma on Jun 11, 2011 21:53:37 GMT -5
Johma shifted his weapon so that the blades locked, though he was being pressed back. He shifted his right leg to brace himself. He was being pushed further back by the additional pressure Kanta applied. He glared at the taunt. "I'm not done yet Sith." He said as he stopped resisting the pressure and let himself fall back while he tucked in his left leg and aimed for it to slam into Kanta's gut as he rolled back. He was worn down, not defeated, not yet.
If the foot struck true he would exert a Force push from the sole of his foot in order to send Kanta flying upward as Johm rolled to his feet. While he could use Ataru in the enclosed area, his body wasn't keeping up with him and he was force to revert to Makashi, his standard style.
That was of course if his kicking counter worked, he wasn't anywhere near his full ability and at the time being he was going to have to rely purely on his fighting skill and not his physical abilities, nor being able to fully use the force.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 11, 2011 22:40:00 GMT -5
Kanta felt himself buckle, as the Jedi was able to make contact with his chest. He had sensed the kick, and moved a few inches to the left, but the overall strike was enough to push him back and wind him none the less. Kanta staggered, and took a deep breath to keep himself stable and strong. The Jedi returned to battle, in the phase of Makashi. "Tell me, Jedi, if you did truly battle the Lord of the Sith, I would assume he tried to turn you?" Kanta circled around slowly, keeping his eyes on the Jedi, while he formulated an appropriate plan of action.
Kanta hated dueling this Jedi; he was clearly well practiced in his own saber forms, and Makashi was especially the technique Kanta had little skill against. It seemed that the Echani would prove a powerful foe, especially if he survived this confrontation.
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Post by johma on Jun 11, 2011 22:54:40 GMT -5
Well the Sith was off of him, and that worked well enough for Johma and allowed him to assume his preferred stance. Now the Sith circled him, Johma used small foot movements to keep himself facing his foe. Though he was noticeably fighting to keep from swaying on the spot.
He gave a chuckle at the question. "Naturally, he's certainly got charisma, but despite that and his mental probes I was able to resist." He said, the fatigue coming in clear through his voice as he inched forward slightly.
Johma wasn't really sure if he could take the Sith at this point. Apparently the Makashi form was one that Kanta wasn't comfortable fighting as he was clearly more cautious now than he was beforehand, and that meant Johma had a chance to keep him occupied while Min was evacuated. He could still sense his fellow Jedi on the planet, and not matter what, Min had to get away.
And then, without a word, Johma pushed off with his right leg, his left side leading as he swung his weapon in with a flick of his wrist, aiming to have the blade rake across his foe from one shoulder to the other. He wasn't going for a deep cut, but one that would weaken his foe and hopefully level the playing field, though his vision wavered as he attacked and his blade dipped too low. If it were to strike, it would only score a shallow cut across Kanta's hip. Johma's focus returned mid-attack, but it was far too late to really correct it, all he could hope to do was recover quick enough to defend himself.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 12, 2011 0:30:57 GMT -5
Kanta waited, trying to egg the Jedi to strike first, hoping he would be able to counter the tired Jedi. And lucky for Kanta, he would.
The Jedi sprang at the Chiss, attacking as if to try and cut the Sith in two at that very moment. But the fatigue proved greater, as the strike up more towards Kantas hip, while he had been prepared to block a chest strike. He swung his saber down at the new battle zone of this fight, but he was only able to move the weapon a little further off course, as it sliced through his robe and left a dark bloodied scar on his hip. Kanta was about to wince in pain, but knew to not show any opponent that they had succeeded. He clenched down on the handle of his handle to hide his pain. He'd suffered worse before, and he will again in the future.
Kanta raised his blade again, as he swerved around the foolish Jedi, and flipped his weapon into reverse grip, preparing to pierce the shoulder of the Jedi with the deep black blade; he had really been hoping to get to torture a Jedi like this, but as it seemed, that would require capturing this Jedi, and the best way to do that would be to wound him to a point of being incapable of combat. Kanta smirked, as he took the perfect moment, and drove his blade straight through the Jedis shoulder, turning the weapon slightly to emphasize the pain it would be inflicting.
"Yes, there it is, all Jedi let up eventually, be it after a battle with a Sith, or after the greatest of meditations." Kanta kept himself prepared for any kind of attack this Jedi could muster, but the chances were nothing he could do at this point would injure Kanta enough to stop his attacks.
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Post by johma on Jun 12, 2011 0:44:55 GMT -5
Kanta was able to mostly clear himself from Johma's attack, but the Echani knew a strike when it landed, no matter how light and couldn't help but grin. He pivoted, ready to strike once more as he saw the blade come in and pierce his right shoulder. His eyes widened and he let out a small hiss. Pain was not unfamiliar to him, though that had been a decisive strike. His right arm went slack and he winced as the blade was turned.
He narrowed his eyes at the Sith's words, far from dropping his moral, he bolstered his resolve as he jumped back, tearing his shoulder more in the process. If not for the cauterization, Johma would die of blood loss due to the ragged wound in his shoulder. Though he stood, wavering as he lifted his lightsaber in his good arm to point it at his foe. "That is where you are wrong. I shall never let up. I may fall in battle one day, perhaps even to you, but I will never let you conquer me." He said before he staggered back.
Johma was running on the last reserves of his strength, pulling everything he had out for this confrontation. He had only a few minutes of fight left before his body would give out, though in those final minutes he would stand tall and proud. "I am Johma Casto." He said as he reached deep into the very essence of what was left within him, even if he managed to reach that slim chance of victory, he would collapse and need to be tended to.
"I am a Echani warrior and Jedi Knight." He said as he darted in, slashing with his lightsaber, actually aiming to lock blades with Kanta. "And I will never give in!" He yelled as he launched his attack. He had maybe three or four good attacks that he could be able to put out before he would fall unconscious, and that was if he was able to keep the offense up.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 12, 2011 1:28:10 GMT -5
Kanta sneered as the Jedi was able to pull himself away, leaving a beautifully torn wound in his shoulder, leaking rich red blood. The Jedi held his weapon, one handed now, and gave the Sith a short speech about how he would ensure to not falter and die, at least, not today. Kanta held his weapon in both hands, as he snarled at the Echani, who was fast to move in, and lock blades with Kanta, who was surprised by this second wind the Jedi seemed to have gotten.
Kanta pressed against the blade, the sparks flying between them, as the different hums of the blades battled for control of the area. Kanta pushed as he turned his blade further into a vertical, before pulling his blade back, and striking at the opponent, hoping to shatter the bones in his foes hands with the strength of the strike.
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Post by johma on Jun 12, 2011 1:37:23 GMT -5
As the blades lock, Johma shifted his weapon to have the base of his blade meet the center of Kanta's he was planning to swing the weapon out shifting Kanta's blade out of the way so he could make a slash across the Sith's open chest, however. Kanta was able to shift his own weapon and pull it away before launching a powerful strike.
Knowing that even with his last burst of energy, Johma was far to worn out to fully absorb the impact, he moved back enough the let the tip of Kanta's weapon meet the base of his own, lessening the force of the impact and then with a quick twist of the wrist and a fluid arc of his arm, Johma guided the blow off to the side with the grace that Makashi was known for.
The attack was still more powerful than johma was able to really handle and a light cut appeared at his outer thigh, but he didn't allow it to phase him, he couldn't afford to. Once the parry was complete, Johma made his riposte, disengaging the blades and thrusting his weapon up, aiming for the Sith's chest.
Kanta was likely to be able to defend himself as Johma was still not able to attack with the full power and speed he normally could, but there was no sign of the earlier sloppiness that his previous movements had borne in their battle. However, Johma could already feel the spurt of energy fade from him. He didn't have long.
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