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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 12, 2011 2:04:04 GMT -5
The Jedi was sloppy, and as he moved to avoid the strike, Kanta could tell the battle was already over. Kanta positioned his blade for a strike to the Echani abdomen, but it took only a moment for him to realize that the Jedi was raring for another attack, this one aimed for the chest of the Chiss. Kanta made a small arc up from his previous position, locking the Jedi blade in it's spot, and giving him the chance to end the battle now.
As the blades made contact, Kanta pushed down on the Jedi blade, forcing it to the ground. He looked up at the Jedis face, smirking, as he pulled out of the lock, and swung down at the head of silver hair, hoping to remove his head from his shoulders.
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Post by johma on Jun 12, 2011 2:18:35 GMT -5
As Johma's attack was defended, he slid his blade so that once more the base of his weapon was the point of contact, giving him more leverage simply due to physics. He swung the blade out to the side, letting Kanta's weapon go off to the side, this time being successful in avoiding a blow as he then went into a backflip, aiming a kick for the underside of the Sith's jaw.
He would land lightly and resumed the stance of Makashi. And he knew that his next action would be the last he made before he passed out from pure exhaustion, and his injuries. "It seems that this is coming to a close. A pity. I was starting to really enjoy this." He said. His voice was raspy and tired. A glint came to his eyes as a content smile crossed his face that broke through his pain and weariness.
He readjusted his grip and waited for Kanta to come at him. "Come now, let this exchange be something to be memorable. I wouldn't have it any other way." He said. Despite everything, Johma was content. He had put everything he had into the battle for this planet. No matter how things ended up, he would have no regrets.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 12, 2011 3:10:09 GMT -5
Kanta tightened his wrists on the blade, disregarding the kick he had received to his jaw. All it had done is knock him back, and give the Jedi a chance to move himself back to prepare to be hit again. The Jedi was in Makashi again, and it left Kanta in a defensive stance again.
The Jedi sounded like he too realized that the battle was won. Kanta held himself high, his blade pointing directly at the Echani. This battle could be over in a second, but he wanted to ensure he could have the pleasure of this Jedis head on his mantle. Kanta crouched closer to the floor, and built up energy in his legs. "Don't worry Jedi, you'll remember this day. As your last!"
Kanta leapt from the ground, his strength and speed enough to spear through metal and stone. He held his saber high, before swinging down to sever the Jedis tendon, and disabling any kind of chance he had of walking. This Jedi was so content on bragging about his bravery and the weakness of the Sith, that Kanta wanted to ensure the Jedi would not run. He wanted the Jedi to die on the spot.
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Post by johma on Jun 12, 2011 3:28:44 GMT -5
Johma simply gave a tired chuckle at Kanta's words, his foe was so typical of the Sith attitude, his respect for their order had diminished over the course of this battle, but wasn't gone yet. His eyes focused as he tracked Kanta's movements and almost laughed. The Sith, so sure in his victory had seen fit to go for a disabling attack this time instead of a killing blow. Apparently Johma was more aware that this was the last exchange they would have for some time.
Instead of doding the blow, Johma stood where he was and it felt like white hot fire lanced through his tendon as Kanta's blade found it's mark. Right before he collapsed, He took advantage of the Sith's strait forward charge and caught him in a force pull, stopping his momentum, trapping him in the exposed position that would be required for a strike at such a low level of height.
His own blade swept down, aiming to run across the muscles of Kanta's now exposed back, specifically the shoulder muscles. If he struck true, Kanta wouldn't be using his blades until he got medical attention, just as Johma wouldn't be walking until a medical crew was able to attend to him, if he survived to see that.
And with that, Johma felt himself blacking out. "It looks like this goes to you... Sith." He said as his weapon deactivated and he fell backward, a slight content smile on his face as he hit the ground. Now Johma lay upon the floor, torn up, bruised and helpless. He had gone for too long without any real rest, since that chase through the temple to the battle against Spellca, and now against one of the Emperor's servants. Now Johma's fate depended on if his last strike was true and able to make the Sith retreat, or if the Force had mercy on him this day.
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Post by Kanta O'mur on Jun 12, 2011 8:57:31 GMT -5
Kantas feeling of success was flushed away, when the Jedi stood his ground now, of all times, as the sword cut through his leg, severing his tendon, and likely disabling the ability to walk for a long time, if he didn't get help soon. But, the Jedi had one final trick, as Kanta felt himself held still for a moment, and then a sudden jolt of pain across his back, as the clear lightsaber sliced at his shoulders, somewhat haphazardly due to the wavering will power of the Jedi to swipe cleanly. Kantas eyes widened, as he clenched his teeth, holding back the pain. He kept himself strong, as he was freed, staggering back, to look down at the Jedi, who had fallen to his knees.
The Jedi acknowledged who it was that had won this fight, and it gave Kanta something to smirk about. The Jedi collapsed, as Kanta mustered his strength, for now, ignoring the large scar, and the reopened wounds on his back. Every step hurt him, but no one looking would tell; he had undergone some of the most painful tortures known to the galaxy, at one point being put under the blast of Spellcas own powerful Sith Alchemy. A few scars would be enough to shrug off until he returned to his ship.
Standing over the body, Kanta raised his arms, further opening the wound, and amplifying the pain, as he held the Darksaber over the Echani body, prepared to strike and end the pitiful beings life. But before he could strike, he sensed something else on its way; another Jedi was heading over, and was too strong to be an easy fight. Kanta knew that, even if the wound didn't hurt, the blood loss would leave him dead. The Jedi was close now, so close that even if he was to kill Casto, he'd not be able to escape the strike of the second Jedi. It was sad, but it seemed that these two would fight again, as Kanta was fast to leap out one of the many holes in the building, and land with an eery crack on the earth below. Staggering himself up, Kanta moves through the battle-zone, back to the landing pad that had become the fighting ground for Casto and the Emperor. Heaving himself back into his craft, the small amount of damaged caused by the Stinger not enough to hamper attempts at flight. The starfighter roared to life, and in a flash, was off the surface of the planet, before leaping through hyperspace, thanks to the modifications done by numerous Imperial shipmasters. The small Clawfighter was greeted soon by the rear end of the Utril, one of the flagships of Spellcas fleet.
Kanta communicated to the ship, as he sensed his masters presence on the cruiser. "Whoever it is receiving this message, prepare medical droids to appropriately settle minor lightsaber injuries to the rhomboid and teres major, and minor stitching to the gluteus medius." He turned of their comms, as he landed in the docking bays, and disembarked from his ship. "Sir, your ship seems to have taken some damage, should I-" "Get repair droids to work on the dent at once. No major damage has been done to the ship, so there is no need to get too big of repairs."
And with that, Kanta staggered off, and into the small amount of medical attention he needed.
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Post by Emperor Spellca on Jun 12, 2011 13:32:12 GMT -5
The last Sith may have exited the world but the battle was won for Spellca's empire. Sources confirming two wounded Jedi and a devastated enemy fleet, Spellca delivered an order to allow the exodus of whatever number of Neimoidians wishes to flee back to Neimoidian space and flee Sith control. Many questioned Spellca's "mercy" but he had foreseen something that would play into his hand far greater than anyone expected.
Reports continued to vary about a Republic force still fighting on Cato Neimoidia but Spellca issued an order that all captured Republic loyalist on the world be arrested and sent to Korriban for an execution by wild beast.
A reinforcement fleet exitted hyperspace over Cato Neimoidia cementing Spellca's control over the planet.
VICTORY: Sith Conquer Cato Neimoidia
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