Business is business (Open threat to a Jedi)

[Vega Van Derveld]

The businessman walked amongst the many other business men and woman on the streets of Coruscant. Suited well, attire smart, they all seemed to merge with each other. Outside the bank on this particular street a small group of them had gathered together. They all held briefcases of one sort or another, wore grey black or white suits, and had heavily gelled hair.

Man 1: “Johnson, how’s the deal with the new sponsor going?”
Man 2: “The new sponsor?”
Man 1: “Yesssss…”
Man 3: “The Sith Empire?”

The first two men turned to look at the third man.

Man 1: “We have sponsorship from the Sith Empire?”

Man 3 raised a gloved hand into the air, running it smoothly back through his blond hair. The base of his white suit jacket rustled lightly in the mid-evening breeze. Averting his gaze from his co-workers, he looked up into the setting sun, his lips slowly forming into a grin.

Man 2: “Oran?”

Oran looked back down at the grey-suited man and rose one eyebrow, his hand falling from his air into his pocket.

Oran: “Hmm?”
Man 2: “We have sponsorship from the Sith Empire? Why weren’t we informed of this?”
Oran: “Shut up, Johnson.”

In a matter of seconds Johnson was impaled upon a humming blade, his body quickly tossed to the side. The first man staggered back, his case falling to the floor as he met the same fate, a loud yelp escaping from his lips. Passers-by froze in their step as they watched the man kebab the two men before turning on his heel to observe the crowd.

Moving from a static start, Vega charged forward into the mass of people, parting the whole lot as if he were some miracle worker from the tales of old times, spreading the sea. Only a few remained in his path and their lives ended very quickly. Flipping from person to person, Vega drove his saber down through their skulls, stabbed it into their chests, impaled them through their back and generally dismembered many limbs from many bodies.

Around 16 or so hole ridden carcasses lay in the crowd, and the seemingly springboard aided Sith flipped from person to person, adding to the numbers of the ‘stupid citizens who wouldn’t move when a weapon was thrust at them list’.

He knew that, eventually, someone would try and stop him. However in the meanwhile, he could just relax and carry on with the killing he enjoyed so much.

[Tyr Shiryou]

:: coming home from work Tyr had to pass through the buisness section of twon, when she noticed some man who was pretty much killing everyone who got in his way.....::



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[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Weeks had passed since Master Beldarine had re-awakened Anbira's perceptions to the unifying Force. It seemed that since this epiphany, he had barely slept, intent on exploring every avenue of his latent and dormant knowledge with this newfound asset. Curiosity, and perhaps satisfaction at unraveling the half-solved mysteries in his mind drove the man with no past on, when he should be asleep. From his instinct and his feelings, Anbira could disseminate many things of the universe around him. Life, spirit, destiny....they were as tangible as the air he breathed and the ground he walked upon. Within days, he could sense changing feelings like ripples on a lake, and could manipulate his will into his surroundings. Quickly he had learned how to control the elements as deftly as his own appendages. Master Beldarine had told him that he was once a skilled physical-realm master...but hesitated to reveal much more. There was a tinge of sadness in her eyes when she spoke of his past. He hoped he was not responsible for her pain, but somehow he knew better. The Force could not reveal all to him, but enough to laden his heart with guilt for crimes he could not name.

As Anbira continued to explore his talents, Master Beldarine had left him, to continue on a pilgrimage known only to her. In passing, she told him to follow his heart. Such a vague command, yet Anbira had given it much thought. For better or worse...he must learn from a history he did not know.

And there was only one place where such information could almost be guaranteed to exist: Coruscant.

And almost as soon as the star ferry touched down on the landing pad, Anbira could feel a ripple of Force tugging at his soul. His age-marked brow furrowed in concern. ::

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:: Closing his eyes slowly, Anbira concentrated fully, readying every nerve ending and muscle fiber. Quick as a lightning strike, the amnesiac warrior pulled with the Unifying Force, summoning its power to amplify his dexterity.

Now, how did it go? Ah yes...

...slowly, Anbira's frame began to raise upward, as the toes of his boots cleared the landing pad's surface. Within seconds, he was aloft by his spiritual faculties alone. With freedom from Coruscant's gravity, Anbira would descend upon the dire villain with the force of a wild hurricane.

A gust of wind, and the Jedi dove off the platform, diving through the man-made canyons in a beeline toward the enemy. No less than a minute later, he plummeted straight down, rapidly decelerating at the last instant in front of a blonde-haired man with a lightsaber. The displaced air from Anbira's freefall blew back the Sith's hair. The Jedi's ironclad frame stood solid, his arms at his side in a similarly-widened formation. With his black bodysuit...he looked every bit as formidable as an obsidian obelisk. Gray hair moving gently in the breeze, he spoke with the aid of a machine, his lifeless voice reminiscent of Darth Vader's chilling timbre. ::

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:: Daggers of determination glint in his eyes ::

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[Vega Van Derveld]

As the final few groans escaped the lips of the fallen innocents, Vega looked down at their bodies a quiet laugh escaping his lips. Pride swelled within as he rose his head, a grin passing over his lips as his admired his work.

“The_oppressor_can_scream_just_as_loudly_as_his_vi ctim.

Destiny_giveth___and_destiny_taketh_away. I_am_the_whirlwind_in_which_your_sins_reap.”

Averting his gaze to the origin of the monotone voice, the Sith Knight immediately brought Arrogances blade to guard his body, his grip on its hilt tightening. In the silence death the voice had seemed so solemn, as if programmed to give the impression that the speaker was in torment.

From what Vega remembered of the mans past, he was. Anbira Hicchoru, a former Master in both the Sith Empire and the Sith Order, known to all as the Angel of Death. It seemed now however that he had altered his title to Fallen Angel of Death – now a Jedi. He could not comprehend how this could be possible, but he would have to deal with it.

Wind, eh? Generating a lot of hot air today, Anbira, he said with unwavering confidence in his voice, Not to worry though. We shall soon remedy that.

Speaking the words he could hear his heart thudding and feel his muscles tensing, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He had to admit; it felt good to talk in such a way to one who he once respected so much – unusual as it was.

You may have the appearance of a legend, but you are a shell of what you once were, nothing more than a pathetic peacekeeper on the inside, spat the Knight, his ego keeping up his ability to insult one whom he subliminally feared.

As he did so he began trying to form a force shield around his body, channelling the Darkside to aid him in what undoubtedly would be one of the most difficult fights he’d undertake in his lifetime.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira's lips turned upward into a faint smile ::

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To_keep_peace_is_also_to_prepare_for_war.

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:: Anbira's left eye twitched, and with his heightened control of his surroundings, he wrenched a single brick free with the Force from an edifice behind Vega. Suspended in air, the brick soon had a dozen counterparts, as Anbira tore more of the masonry free. Raising his left hand, he made a motion, as if beckoning Vega forward. At first, the Sith thought it was meant for him, but when the first brick smashed across his Force defenses from behind, it caused him to stumble forward and re-evaluate his battle strategy. Suddenly remembering that he had taken his eyes off the Jedi, Vega narrowly missed a swiping roundhouse that cut the air with such velocity that it caused a couple of blonde hairs to fall free from his head.

Pacing in a circle, Anbira stared down the Sith, with the 12 bricks arranged around him...each capable of becoming a deadly missile at any time. The dust from the first shattered brick drifted to the ground in a sandy rain. ::

[Vega Van Derveld]

Marginally dodging the roundhouse, Vega jumped back only to be surrounded by the floating projectiles. Anbira walking around his as if assessing him as prey seemed to be in touch with the Force still, although his path had changed to that of the feeble minded.

Bricks now, Anbira? You do not live up to your name at all with such tricks, he said, feigning a laugh.

Moving his left hand sharply out to the side away from Arrogance, Vega whipped the blade upwards to guard his body. Dark energy rippled from his left palm outwards, serging forward to cut one of the bricks out of momentum, knocking it into the one by it. The two misplaced blocks moved towards their former commander.

I too can play tricks.

The stones shot at the former Sith's shins but were deflected quickly into the ground. Casting his hand downwards, Vega attemped to alter the paths of more of the bricks which had now be commanded to impact with Vega himself by his opponent.

Flying back and forth, the bricks rushed between the two - to any bystander it would have looked as though the combatants were engaged in a tug of war, somehow sending brick after brick back and forth.

Cutting free from the game, Vega gave in to his natural urge to advance, however stupid it was. Thrusting his left palm backwards he began to spin his saber infront of his body with one hand, creating the appearance of a bright yellow disc shielding him. Moving from his static position straight into a charge, he lowered his head down so that it was further guarded by the 'disc', increasing in speed as he approached his target, ready to leap into the air.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: The twirling saber charge was but sound and fury to Anbira. Impressive to look at, but in the sound sense of tactical prudence....foolish indeed.

The Jedi brought every harnessed masonry missile at his disposal into a tight pattern in front of him, sending it forward to the Sith with maximum acceleration. His control over the objects released from the Force, Anbira used his aura to cause his body to rise upward three and a half feet. The incoming bricks were cut to shreds of course by Vega's lightsaber, but now one obstacle became many, as almost a hundred jagged pieces of stony shrapnel shot at Vega, bludgeoning, slicing and imbedding where they struck. In a hailstorm of debris, Vega charged forward, unaware that Anbira was aloft, and using the Force to act as a fulcrum on his center of gravity whipping his torso forward and feet backward as he spun like a windmill, planting both heels into the back of the charging Sith's skull, sending him careening into the ground ::

[Vega Van Derveld]

Splitters and shards embedded into his skin seemed to delve in even further as the Sith Knights body smashed down against the ground, almost bouncing back up from the Force applied.

Vega was sure he could feel his ribs giving way as he heaved himself upwards, calling Arrogance to his hand from the position it had rolled to. Inhaling a deep breath of dust tainted air as he stood up, the Knight put on a stone expressioned face as turned to look up at Anbira whom was some how floating 3 or so feet above the ground, around 5 foot away from Vega.

Holding his humming saber a foot infront of his body with two hands, the dark warrior looked up at his opponent, eyes squinting slightly. It did not seem that Anbira had forgotten many of his old tricks.

Moving forward a few steps slowly, Vega glanced down at the debri on the ground for a moment. It was fine, very dust like, nothing that could really hurt a man. Taking the only route he could possibly come up with at the time, the Knight slid forward, sending a small amount of the dust into the air. As he did so, he traced the tip of his blade along the still dormant dust, sending a sizable, and heated, cloud into the air.

Using the feature as both a guize and a weapon, Vega dodged to the side of Anbira as he ran, halting a foot behind the man. As hastily as he had moved before, he flipped into the air, taking from a sheath at his side a small dagger. Twisting in his flight, he landed solidly on the Jedi's back, shaking his levitation some.

Moving so the Padawan would not have a chance to react, Vega dug the glinting blade into his right shoulder, holding onto it for dear life. It was now not only a weapon, but a means of staying attached to the man - for if he was to shake the Sith off, the blade would also have to be removed.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira's teeth gritted in natural defiance to the pain in his shoulder. However, within a moment, he was remembering Master Beldarine's lessons on calming synaptic trauma. Embracing the Force, Anbira used the living energy to quiet the screaming nerves in his wound.

Glancing back at Vega, Anbira spoke ::

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::Slowly, Anbira accelerated skyward and pitched his orientation upwards, so that his face was staring up at the sky and his back was angling towards the ground, Bound by gravity, the blade continued to press savagely against his wound, but with high concentration, the pain was at least bearable. Soon, it became apparent to Vega that he could not do two things at once. He would either have to let go of the dagger, or hold onto it....and fall a good distance. ::

[Vega Van Derveld]

Squinting as the rushing air put a considerable amount of pressure upon his body, Vega soon realised the tactic that Anbira's was using gave him very little options to choose from. Rasping an annoyed growl he yanked the small dagger from the Jedi's shoulder, his other hand holding onto Anbira's right shoulder - arm looped around from his left to cross over his neck.

Sheathing the dagger as quick as possible so that he might regain his "safe" hold on the man, Vega heaved himself upwards, shoes barely gripping on. He looked at the top of Anbira's head from his position and groaned, tightening his grip with his left arm as he brought his right fist into the air. As quick as he had risen it, he sent it back downwards to jam his knuckles hard against the lower portion of the Padawan's skull.

OOC: Wasn't entirely sure what position you left me in. Flame me on AIM if I was wrong :p

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Wincing and blinking hard from the strike, Anbira's ascent faltered as he disorientingly lost his grip on the Force for a second. In that second, he began to fall towards the ground again. Realizing that such a tactic would cause a painful plummet for both, Vega hesitated...long enough for Anbira's senses to come back to him.

With a sudden violent forward tumble, Anbira caused Vega's up to quickly become down, turning his tight grip against him and helping him fall from his back and towards the ground with ease. It wasn't a long drop, only about 25 meters, but the space was sufficient enough for Anbira to outstretch his hand towards the falling Sith, doubling his peril with a quick force push to intensify impact.

Vega slammed to the pavement with a thud, followed two seconds later by Anbira's toes touching lightly upon the duracrete. ::

[Vega Van Derveld]

The air shot out of his lungs in one heavy breath as his ribs crunched down against the, saddening, solid pavement. Noticing Anbira following his landing in a more gentile manner the Sith rolled to the side onto his back, looking up at his opponent with an expression which was an obvious mixture of determination, annoyance and anger.

Swiping his hand up into the air Vega caused a ripple of pressure to burst out towards Anbira. Quickly growing, as a ripple does in a pond, it formed into a push of energy from the Darkside, distracting the Padawan for long enough for the Knight to rise up to his feet.

Arrogance’s yellow hued blade re-ignited once again, Vega took in a deep breath, his eyes glazing over partially as he stared towards the light-sider. He brought his saber upwards into a horizontal position, the hilt on the right side of his body, raised to just above his shoulders. Slowly, he edged forward towards Anbira, guarding his body – ready to deflect any attacks that would come. He would have to change his tactics slightly for this fight – although he hated to.

Strafing sideways, he began to walk a path; which if left long enough to develop would result in his circling Anbira. In a blur of colour he leapt forward, criss-cross slashing at the Jedi before leaping backwards to continue his walk.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira's anticipation of the Sith's move enabled him to react, but an iota too late as the first slash grazed across his arm. Reacting with the sting of the attack, Anbira drew backwards when the second swipe came in...the blade missing by a wide margin. Using his footing as a fulcrum and changing his balance in an instant, Anbira was advancing as quick as Vega withdrew.

The Sith whirled around 180 degrees, and could feel Force pressure upon his body, as he was flung backwards...towards Anbira who prepared to deliver a force-augmented leopard strike to his lumbar vertebrae...an attack that would certainly leave Vega as a paraplegic. ::

EDIT: TTT

[Vega Van Derveld]

Rushing back through the air Vega could feel the g-force pounding at his every limb - a small pain compared to the one he was no doubt about to receive. In his mind, once again, courses of actions flashed as brief images - showing nothing but negative outcomes. Whatever he did, failing would be the only option.

Anbira was too strong to resist, there was no way a shield large enough could be created to brace the impact and Vega was not optimistic about altering his flight path.

With all the power he could find inside his already battered body, he sent a Force push out behind his body, trying to create enough drag to slow and hopefully stop Anbira from pulling him in.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Vega's tactic succeeded in preventing his spine from being shattered. However, the strike still had enough momentum to connect brutally, dropping the Sith face-first to the ground.

Anbira crossed his arms over his chest, springing off the ground and twisting his body into a tuck as he gained distance from the Sith. When his feet hit the ground again, he was 15 meters away. ::