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Post by Cluge of the Grey on May 9, 2005 18:43:31 GMT -5
((Read back and you'll see that Xaria's got my sabre, but, this'll work too.))
The lightning hit Myth with such ferocity that some of it bounced off of her and hit Cluge. The Tusken yelled out a Tusken curse as the blue electricity rippled through him. The pain stopped as soon as it has started, but it took its toll. He felt as weak as he did when Myth's lightsabre flashed through him. "Xaria, don't. You're only doing what they want. Please," he begged, "don't do this."
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Post by Eisley the Mildly Insane on May 9, 2005 19:07:53 GMT -5
Eisley sat on the small bed in the small room with her head in her hands. She could feel the anger, hatred, the all consuming pain that Xaria was going through. And she was powerless to stop any of it. After awhile she fell asleep and the vision came again.
After. If she had chosen one word to describe the time on Coruscant’s streets, it was simply after. Memory; walking down a slidewalk feeling the power in reality, to mired in average sentient’s lives to be all she could be, to unwilling to die to be real. Memory; a sparring square in the back of some top cantina. It is dusty, dingy, smoky and currently host to two Dugs who suppose themselves swordsmen. Xaria stands in a corner in her day uniform, looking more like a janitor than a combatant, tracking the eyes of those people that glance her way and wonder what she it. Assuring them they’ll never know. After a time a chorus of low hissing goes up from the assembled Dugs and one is carried away, the other left to spend its winnings. A Cathar male steps to the square; raised tile in the center of the bland room. His fur is yellow-white and strange orders of muscle move beneath the skin, and he wears loose black pants and shows long fangs. Before he can make a fool of himself by calling out a challenge Xaria slides into the square. The Cathar moves like he studied some martial art, owning that control of body Xaria links with combat-companions. With Ikkos, really, which is only more reason to take this one down well. a cowardly looking human officiates with a jury-rigged datapad. Ikkos on her mind, Xaria figures that the rogue Cathar Sith might have done something like this, or was doing. But he had no reason. No reason not to curl up and die... The human rings a bell. The Cathar, a head at least taller than Xaria, jumps into a kick from right to left. A kick with claws, that nearly whistles. Xaria feels every moment. She ducks looking up and pivots half-sideways, takes the opening to slam her fist into where humans have kidneys and Cathars ribs of muscles. A twinge, a shudder goes through the massive furred body even as the Cathar plants his feet again and swings an open hand as wide as her head. To slow, to wide. He isn’t using what shows in his movement, so she slips under the arm in the beat of a heart and puts her hands against his chest. Force-push, with the grimace she had learned as a smile cutting across her face. The Cathar thumps to the ground a meter away, and something aches in the hand Xaria had pushed with, so she fists it. There is surprise from the crowd, cheers and whistles. Xaria ignores it and watched the Cathar. He gets up smoothly, head below the line of his shoulders, and roars. The inside of his mouth is red and strange. He sets up in a fighting guard now, abandoning the mien of a barely domesticated gundark that probably won him many a bar fight for the style he trained for. He is much more dangerous now. He lumbers forward, hands low. He attacks first, and they trade blocks. He shows her a Frozian fighting style modified for his bulk, and she shows him nothing except that she knows enough to turn aside his strikes. One does not show teras kasi. One feels it. Lives it. Again she slips through the Cathar’s circle of defense and slammed his breastbone with her shoulder. She used up steps in turning to get a back kick under his nose. His clawed hands enclose her waist back in the circle of defense. She kicks his beck and drops, but one paw grabs a hunk of her uniform and throws. She lands on her hands and rolls, narrowly missing a plastic table but coming up smooth and quick and efficient. She had gone outside the square. The officiator calls a win. But Darth Xaria paces back into the combat square. A toss would grant no win in real-time. This would be finished. But-- The dark side of the Force brings mindless killing rage, taints blue eyes gold with midi-chlorians’ warning to the world. Mindlessness here/now brings death to the Cathar and probably that human, probably those Dugs in the corner if instant pulls out her lightsaber and its sound gets in her ears and her mind. Death brings attention she could not afford. An so she breaths, and waits, and blinks the lava-colored fury away. And leaves.
Eisley woke scared and drenched in her own sweat. This was why Xaria wouldn't open up about her past. It was as dark as her own, perhaps more so.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on May 9, 2005 19:31:59 GMT -5
((Sure! Then we're the only two members, so far.... *snicker*))
Jend watched the Twi'lek walk away for a moment before taking the papers from Gari's outstretched hand. "Sister? I may have to clear that one up." She glanced down at the papers in her hand, too distracted to read just yet.''
She seemed... disappointed, somehow. She's hiding things as well.
She let the door shut, and turned back to Gari. "It's been a long time. How's life treating you?"
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on May 9, 2005 20:59:39 GMT -5
((Raze: Hey! I'm no traitor! *force chokes Cy* Take that! *snickers*))
Raze felt that something was wrong, but he also felt that Myth was not in a great deal of danger so he stayed his post. He was actually afraid of disobeying a direct order from his master. He felt a hatred towards him and it took him by surprise, he felt somewhat hurt, not having someone hate him before.
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Post by Cy Otauna on May 11, 2005 14:39:01 GMT -5
((Hey, you said in the character sheets that we would try to kill eachother. You just had no idea why. *cackle* And can I be the co-President of the Corporation? Or the President of the Anti-Dread Organization, a subsidary of the Corporation?))
She was in control now, enough so that she let fire trickle from her fingers just to get them to understand. This was not the dark side. This was justice.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on May 11, 2005 15:02:05 GMT -5
((Hey, I was joking. *sticks out tongue* And you know it. I am not traitor! *attempts to dark force lightning Cy. Fails cuz fingers are out of batteries*))
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on May 12, 2005 18:55:45 GMT -5
((Cool upgrade! I'm using the quick post here! Does anybody know where Taania and Myth are? They must've taken a LOOOOOOOOOOONG vacation.))
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on May 12, 2005 19:07:36 GMT -5
((I'm sure Taania will be back soon. I'm not so sure when Myth will be. MASTER! WHERE ARE YOU!! *breaks down*))
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Post by Cy Otauna on May 13, 2005 11:37:50 GMT -5
(Taania is gonna be gone this week, so maybe we should wait for them. Hah! Sith breaking down...lol. *blocks Force lightning with a Mirror, thus messing with the continuum and making a jacket out of the fabric of reality*)
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Red Five
Agent of Gondor
Every Journey Begins With A Single Mishap
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Post by Red Five on May 14, 2005 19:26:04 GMT -5
Gari stretched out a hand to pull a chair over with the Force, but evetually gave up and just walked over and sat himself in it. "Things been okay. Boring really. I write, I read, I talk to Nejaa. I talk to some people from the temple. I wait for you." He laughed a little. "That one's a Jedi, with you? She looked embarassed." I kept working with this too." He brought out the lightknife and twirled it's handle.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on May 16, 2005 1:17:42 GMT -5
((Myth/Shadow went to visit some relatives, she phoned me to tell me to tell you, but I was offline for the week. She should be back Tuesday, I think...
*hugs Raze* Aww... don't cry. I still love you. *snrk*
Sure, block with Mirrors... heh heh... *is tempted to godmod Myth*))
Taania layed back against the back of the bench, eyes tracing the tiles on the roof. One, two, three...
"It's not your fault," she murmured. Four, five... six...
I feel hatred...
Seven, eight, nine, ten... eleven...
"You didn't have any choice but to act like that." Low voice. He would hardly be able to hear her, but the words were there.
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on May 16, 2005 8:29:22 GMT -5
"She had no right to speak to like that." He said bitterly as he slid down the wall to sit on the ground.
After a few moments he spoke again. "I'm hated by both of them, aren't I?" He whispered quietly. "By your padawan and Xaria. I can feel it, yet I can't understand why its there. It can't just be because I'm Sith, because milady is too yet they don't hate her as much..." Here he paused, but didn't speak again as he was to depressed to do so.
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Post by Cy Otauna on May 17, 2005 11:31:29 GMT -5
Let's follow logic for once, shall we? And leave tact for later. Xaria came to the doorway of the room in which the Jedi and Raze sat and announced; "It's rather simple. Cluge, i think, hates you because he's had far to many Sith in his life. I hate you because you're a Zabrak thinking you're in love with a human of the opposite side you met about fifteen standard minutes ago."
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on May 17, 2005 15:09:03 GMT -5
Raze stood up quickly and glared at Xaria, he had finally snapped. "What difference does it make to you?" He whispered. "Does it matter that I have someone for even a few moments? I will never be able to be with anybody after this, I'm almost sure of that, and you..." Raze paused to inhale as he began ranting on again. "you impatient, crude, interfering Zabrak come here and hate me for trying to be happy for the last time?!"
Raze turned on his heel and continued ranting. "And that- that young one can't see past anything but his own nose! He can't see that I have good intentions? He only sees the outside, how will he ever become a Jedi?!"
Raze couldn't take it anymore. "I've tried to be the better person! I've tried to understand your points of view and I get nothing for it." He said, voice getting steadily louder. "I was about to look past all your hate and forgive that but now I have had it! How dare you! How dare you even hate me for this! Did you not know that I kept you alive? Would you prefer death?!"
Now Raze was yelling at the top of his lungs. "You both have no clue, you both don't understand! Your excuses are pathetic!" He felt a strong heat well up inside him, something he didn't like: hate. "I won't stand for this anymore!"
With his last word he struck out magnificently well with the force and wrapped it around Xaria's neck. "How dare you judge me!" He screamed, now putting considerable amount of pressure on her windpipe.
((OOC: I've been waiting for an excuse to show Raze's true dark side. Plus I was feeling a little torqued about today seeing as I'm just in a bad mood. Sorry bout this post, if you want me to change it I can *blushes at how fast he came up with the rant* ))
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on May 17, 2005 18:38:39 GMT -5
Cluge wacthed in horror as Xaria's lifeforce was being drained by Raze. He tried once again to reach his lightsabre but his sensitivity was exhasted. He lowered his head knowing what he had to do. And he didn't like it. "I'll do what you want. Just tell him to leave them alone." The Tusken felt defeated. He just sold his soul to this Bloodthirsty Sith to save those he loved dear. Now he was going to pay the price.
((Here is the perfect time to try to turn Cluge. This is gonna be creepy! OOHOOH! I'm going to the matinee showing of EPIII tomorrow! Geuss what I'm dressing up as.))
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Post by Tiana, eh? on May 17, 2005 19:53:25 GMT -5
"STOP IT!" Taania yelled. I'm a Jedi Master. I have command.
No, I don't! That's Dark! I can't...
YES YOU CAN, GIRL!
She fell back on the Force, fell into the power she knew was there... reached out, slammed Xaria and Raze back against a wall. She watched as if in slow motion as they were swept away by her wave. "STOP IT!" she yelled again. "Or I swear I'll kill the both of you!"
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on May 17, 2005 19:53:31 GMT -5
((AH!!!! *is lost* Ummm..... scary? I CAN'T GO TO EPISODE III!!! I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!!! DYYYYYYYEEE!!!!!!))
She smiled a little bit behind the veil. It was nice to talk for once with someone who wasn't trying to hide everything, who didn't really care for secrets and intrigue. "At least you've been doing something. Some of us are just sitting here, waiting for something to happen, when they should be doing something about it." She barely caught herself before she cut holes in the palms of her hands because her fists were clenched so tightly.
"You're getting pretty good with that thing."
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Post by Myth Ceota on May 17, 2005 20:02:49 GMT -5
"Now, this is interesting." Myth had a rather bemused smile on her face. "The little Padawan is willing to give himself up for those he loves, the apprentice is in love with the human wretch, and every single one of you do-gooder jedi is acting like you hate the entire world. Ganging up on Raze, ganging up on all of us with different beliefs. The jedi master is threatening to kill us all." Her smile was rather wicked.
"Then, perhaps, as you're all bordering the dark side, we can make a few agreements." Folded arms, the green skined twi'lek stared at the group of people, felt the power that came with being in charge. "Raze. Release Xaria." The attack of lightning hardly phazed her, she had taken worse from her master. "You will take the jedi master to tatooine and prepare for your trials. Xaria, you are free to go with whomever you wish. Cluge. You're staying with me, little padawan, and we're going to go and find your mother. Is that all right with all of you jeedai, or do i have to knock off a few arms to make my point?"
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on May 17, 2005 20:06:34 GMT -5
Raze released his grip on Xaria. He was shaking, sweating, and confused. I didn't mean to! I just cracked He got to his feet feebly. "Yes milady." He said, voice fill with shame. She'll never forgive me for this, even though she is a jedi...
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Post by Myth Ceota on May 17, 2005 20:12:34 GMT -5
She stared across at the others. "Is there any objections from the jedi?" Myth glanced briefly at Raze. "Unbind the other," she ordered. "If she wants to kill us, then let her try."
Eyes sharp, as if delving into his mind. She knew...
But she kept that within.
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