A Challenge To The Greater Jedi Order...

[Jeseth Cloak]

<font size=1>(ooc) Don't worry about a timeline placing for this... technically I'm still supposed to be planet-hopping...</font>


Jeseth waited at the edge of a small village. Smoke and ashes rose up behind him as he stared off into the distance where the sun was now beginning to set. Blood filled the small fountain at the edge of the town, it's geometrical form clinging to the remnants of human flesh and viscera which had been strewn around and within it. Within the burning houses, a thousand dreams lay broken and buried in the remainders of what those once living beings had called their homes. Jeseth had murdered everyone in the village, and for no further purpose to advance his own abilities within the Force. He had felt every life as it left it's existence within the plains of physical existence, and the sorrow he felt was nearly equal to that of those who had witnessed their friends and family die in pain. He was through giving his victims merciful deaths. All others in that small town had felt fear and hatred pulsating through their bodies as he finished off their only connections to happiness, but he did not. He felt nothing but disgust.

He glanced at the nearby mountain, it's peaks coated in a darkened black snow. Those fools had destroyed this planet's worth entirely. It was nothing more than a small center of mining and trade, and Jeseth surely would could not be bothered to condone such a thing. He had stopped, if just for this one moment, to enjoy a second of nature and rest... but he had come to find this. A world littered in a decay which had been propagated by it's own chosen race. His discomfort and disappointment had quite easily been exchangeable for their lives. The Dark Jedi didn't really care anymore, anyway. He had done this with intent to bring upon him the wrath of the Jedi. He wished only to strike them down, or learn in the attempt. He had gone too long without giving Ascension a proper taste of challenge.

[Darth Viscera]

"An odd planet, this," he commented.

"Once it swelled with power, and now it is reduced to the subtle sadness which we now witness."

The Diktat knelt at the body of a fallen villager, smashed his boot into what was once a face. He enjoyed the subtle crunching sound, and turned about.

"No doubt this will attract the attention of the Jedi. How many do you think they'll send? A dozen inept padawans perhaps, reeking of ignorance. Be bloody, bold and resolute, with each new battle new widows howl and new orphans cry."

He faced Jeseth now, gazed at him with a fiery intensity which he struggled to withhold. His gaze softened, and he formed something of a smirk.

"How are you, my friend?"

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth smiled for the first time in a long while. It was not a smile formed of masks and deceptions, just a geniune smile, one friend to another.

"I'm counting on the Jedi showing themselves to us. For once, I long to see the heat of a battle. However many they send, I'm ready to burry them all in their graves."

He pondered Viscera's last question before giving his response.

"I've been different. I've managed to reclaim something of my life, but it seems as if a lot of it was lost... It's been a while."

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera nodded.

"I will assist you. We will shed a great deal of blood today, 'till the dark side consumes us both."

Viscera unclipped his lightsaber and ignited it, then opened his mind to the force.

"They are coming," he added.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam entered the small town, his feeling torn and shred like the bodies lying in front of him. As he fought back the tears he thought, 'Who would do such a thing?! Nobody deserved to be slaughtered like this!' Liam made his way further into town, his steel-toed boots now covered in blood. He did not now why or how he was here; the force had brought him here and now he saw why. As he made his way towards the center of town, he stopped and closed his eyes searching for answers within the force. Liam sighed and let his mind and body drift. He saw them then. The force had shown him two dark presences and he knew where they were now. He opened his eyes and his hand instantly fell to his belt where both of his lightsabers hung. He stopped himself before unclipping one and sighed once more. He made sure he was prepared before he came to this place and had hidden 3 daggars within his garments, not knowing if he would need them. He took off his cloak and threw it to the ground. Before he went any closer to the darkness, he made sure he was calmed and focused through the force. Liam trudged onwards through the endless bodies towards the idiots who had done this.

"Pure and simple stupidity caused all of this..Nothing more.."

[Jeseth Cloak]

Through the smoke, Jeseth watched the new comer. A single Jedi..? That was all they had bothered to send??

Pathetic!

He waved his hand ahead of him, his saber still deactivated. The smoke began to reform into clots, obscuring Liam's vision and masking their presence. Sure;y, more of them were soon to come... but for now, he'd have fun with this plebian of the light.

The smoke trailed out ahead like tentacles and touched to Liam lightly, looking very much alive. It wouldn't hurt him, or even effect (unless of course he chose to inhale it), but the Jedi didn't know that...

[Darth Viscera]

"Identify yourself," he called out, before using the force to probe at the edges of the intruder's mind.

"Ah yes, Liam Jinn. Come to rescue the villagers, I'd say, being the noble one you are. A pity you were too late. Perhaps you can apologize to them in the afterlife. I'm certain they'd like to hear that they died as a result of yet another example of Jedi incompetence."

He continued probing at the Jedi's mind. Soon the Jedi would be but a pawn.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam felt something in his mind, one of the idiots had decided to probe his mind. Wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. Maybe one day they would learn though. He cleared his mind and began closing off sections of his mind to the intruder, building up some energy with the force while doing so. Liam let the burst of energy fly straight into the intruder, knocking him out of his mind and also giving him time to properly shut out anyone who could get in. He smiled as a strong gust of wind blew the smoke away from his position.

"Pure stupidity..I hope you got a good look at whatever you were probing for, cause it'll be your last. Actually, I didn't know any villagers were in need of saving, I just came where the force beckoned. Oh and Viscera, I'd say they died because you and Jeseth here can't harm anyone else besides people unable to properly defend themselves against true idiots, you two that is.."

Liam smiled as the last words came out of his mouth. He couldn't give a rats ass about Viscera, he wanted Jeseth.

[Darth Viscera]

"Awfully aggressive, for a being who professes to be a Jedi, if still rather inarticulate," he commented, just now noticing that his mind attack had been repulsed.

"You claim to have washed your hands of their deaths, but is it not the Jedi who are responsible for defending those who cannot defend themselves? It is only a matter of time before your failure is complete."

[angellink11]

Kyle walked forward out of the darkness. He raised his head and nodded slightly.

"Hello Viscera. It has been some time it is nice to see you again. As well with you Jeseth. I still remember when I first met you. I wish to ask you one thing Jeseth. Why? Why did you kill these people. They did nothing to you and they where innocent. You killed children, their mother's and father. You too pleasure out of it no doubt. I just want to know why you did this. Is it cause you wanted Jedi to come here?"

[Teka Kenobi]

OOC: (Did that GMA thing not happen at all?)

IC:

With his force signiture hidden for a few minutes, Teka Kenobi stood behind Jeseth Cloak and Darth Vicera. He had heard before of this, Jeseth Cloak but never had the bad luck of meeting him. There is a time for everything and perhaps today was that time. He looked towards the oter man who he recognised as Darth Vicera. He had seen him before and had noted that this was one of the more..deadlier Sith.

Lionheart snap-roared into action making the two darksiders instantly turn to face him. Wheather they were suprised by him, he could not be sure but from their faces he presumed they thought nothing of him. A mere padawan. A no-one. They would be prooved wrong.

He had already seen the carnage throughout the town the fires and the dead bodies. 'What do they get out of it?' he thought to himself. Then he smiled and replied in his mind. 'An ass whooping'. His smile quickly returned to a blank frown as he though of something to say. All three were looking expectantly at him and he could say nothin.

Evening gents.

[Kikran Akard]

::Rebel walked through the wreckage of the villager's homes. Heaps of debris scattered the area, as well as bones. He picked up a doll, a little girl's toy.........most likely being played with hours before. He felt the pain extending from the burnt village, the tears the villagers had cried as they were about to die. He threw the doll aside, and looks towards the sith and other jedi::

"Once again, more innocents have died, for no reason. There blood is on your hands, and you shall pay for your deeds."

::Heritage ignited with a hiss, it's bluish blade extending upwards, as Rebel looked towards the sith::

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: The capture thing never happened.

IC:
A force signature appeared suddenly behind Viscera, and he swung to meet this new threat.

Evening gents.

The Jedi's lightsaber hissed, and the glow washed over the Diktat and Jeseth. He turned his gaze to that weapon, which was clearly the greatest threat. Summoning the force, he let loose his rage. The lightsaber's hilt glowed for a moment as its internal circuitry lit aflame and melted, before the actual cylinder became red-hot. The lightsaber blade itself shut off with a stuttering snap-hiss.

Thank the force, he thought. Vader had taught him that particular "trick".

"Good evening. I hope that wasn't your favorite lightsaber?"

[demonnight148993]

*demonnight watched them talk an argue like a bunch of bairens from her perch up on the roof of a house*gods!stupid idiots..hmm i will watch an stay out of this one battle unless it gets real interesting.*wraps her cloak tightly about her body an watches*

[Jedi Rebel X]

OOC: That move was god moding. You can't just destroy someone's saber on a first post.

::Rebel looked at the two sith.....Viscera was being confronted by two padawans, Jeseth by Liam. Instead of deciding to jump in, he waited to see what happened, waited to see who he would take on::

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: I've spoken to DT on AIM, and my move was not in fact god-moding.

[Jedi Rebel X]

OOC: Fine, but that's really annoying.

::Rebel watched as Teka's saber sputtered off and fell to the ground. While Vis was in concentration Rebel called out to the force. Sending his hand outward, he used the force to make Viscera's pants fall to his ankles. As the diktat was in shock Rebel jumped into the air, his speed aided by the force.......as he came closer he force pushed Viscera, making the sith/imp fall to the ground as he tripped over himself::

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera got up and brushed himself off, then stared at the dumbfounded Jedi Rebel X. He was uncertain as to what his attack was meant to achieve. Perhaps had he been wearing something other than his usual sith robes he would be in an embarassing spot at the moment.

A force push, followed by a quick flick of the wrist brought an end to the Jedi's dumbfounded stare. The small dagger found its mark, slicing into and through the top 2 centimeters of the Jedi's shoulder, then continuing on its course. The powerful force push sent him into the trunk of a tree, knocking the wind out of him.

Meanwhile, the small chunk of flesh fell away, replaced by a rapidly growing gush of blood.

[Jedi Rebel X]

::Rebel gasped as his breath slowly returned. Using his saber, he was able to seal the wound. It sizzled as the flesh closed, burned together, Rebel's face one of pain. As he got up, he looked towards the sith. Concentrating, he used the force to pick up metal shards from the village debris::

"Ahh yes, confident aren't you? Feeling pretty good?"

::Rebel force pushed Vis into a nearby tree. As the sith hit with a thud, Rebel sent the metal shards at him. As they practically nailed his robes up onto the tree, they also caught his flesh, making for a rather painful event::

[Darth Viscera]

The metal shards whose course was for Viscera's body found themselves halted, as those nailing his robes to a tree found themselves extricated from their position. The small pieces of metal fell harmlessly to the ground, the only evidence of their trip Viscera's now partly-tattered robes.

Viscera glared at his foe, lip curled in disgust. He laughed maniacally, and raised his fist in the air. Correspondingly, Rebel was lifted from the ground by his throat. His Adams' apple showed prominently, as the circle of flesh surrounding it was yanked from his throat. Blood gushed from the partly open wound, dripping deliciously down his clothes.

"A flick of my wrist," Viscera began, his voice hard and course. It took energy to use the force, and he was rapidly becoming drained. "And I could snap your neck. I could sever your esophagus and watch as you are slowly asphyxiated. I could delight as your lungs are destroyed and your brain slowly ceases to function. I could manipulate your mind, and watch with glee as your brain views your tongue as a foreign object and shreds it with your very teeth. All this and more, the dark side allows of me. And yet you persist, like a crippled ysalamir struggling to bat away a vornskyr. You are either very stupid, or you are very stubborn. It is only that I am charitable that you are allowed to live."

[Kikran Akard]

::As Viscera talked, Rebel used the time to use the force to help the wound. The blood started to clot, leaving the hole. While Rebel was busy concentrating, he noticed that the sith was being drained. His senses were most likely not up to par, as he was using most of his energy on the attack. Rebel looked to the side, and saw the metal shards still there. He focused on one of them, a particulary large one, and it started to move slowly. Concentrating on it, Rebel made it start to go faster, and make it spin as well. It kept it's course, and hit Viscera in the lower back, cutting it's way through his skin, while it spun to a stop in his lower abdomen. As Viscera stumbled to the ground Rebel was dropped from the his grasp and landed hard on his back. His arm weakly called to his saber, and moved it to his neck::

"Err......argh..."

::The pain was immense as the hole melted back into a covering. As it finished, Rebel laid on the ground, using the force to tend to his wounds as well as gathering the energy to stand::

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera slumpled to the ground, the shock of the dull thump against his abdomen collapsing him. But he was not through yet.

With a sickening swish, the piece of metal was forced out of his body, and he used the force to close the wound to the best of his ability. The dark side provided the heat necessary to cauterize the wound, and the gaping hole burned shut.

He stood again, the adrenaline only strengthening his grip on the dark side, and stumbled over to his foe. As he gripped his active lightsaber in one hand, his other hand reached for a concealed blaster, and with a combination force push/lightsaber attack, slashed his weakened foe's saber away.

Lifting his blaster hand, he aimed the weapon at his foe. "Goodnight," he said, and fired. Blue stun bolts shot out of the blaster pistol.

[Kikran Akard]

::With reflexes only a jedi knight could posess, Rebel moved out of the way of the first blast, as his other lightsaber Providence ignited, reflecting the second shot back at Viscera. As the sith maneuvered out of the way Rebel slashed with Providence, knocking Vis' saber to the ground. As the sith stood there rebel planted his foot into Vis' face, aided by the force to make it stronger. A sickening crunch was heard as the imp's nose was broken into pieces. As Vis stumbled into a nearby tree, Rebel landed onto the ground, calling his other saber to him::

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth watched as Rebel and Viscera fought, then turned to face Liam. He was still a good distance away, and he knew what his priorities were. Teka's saber had only moments ago hit the floor, and the man had been perhaps shocked the sudden twist of fate. He reached out and grabbed Teka's throat, his muscles bulging as the Force lent onto them it's strength. Jeseth's teeth gritted together as he fought against the young man (only perhaps a few years younger than himself) and attempted to maintain his hold for just a split second longer. Spars of blinding light shot forth from the Dark Jedi's hand, blue tendrils arching around the base of Teka's chest and neck, smoke rising up from his hair. The winged one watched as Teka convulsed uncomfortably for a moment, unable to move around in the painful grip he was placed in.

Jeseth glanced over at Liam, the sparking brilliant energy shining in his eyes. He managed a twisted smile from beneath his hood and reached out with the Force, feeding into to Liam's consciousness...

What's he worth to you... Jedi.

[demonnight148993]

that is what i call one sick puppy!*moves away from where the other fighters was so she dint have join in*hmpf!one day his arrogance is gonna get the better of jeseth.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam stood there wondering why Jeseth had to bring Teka into this. It was of course a cowards move, but since Jeseth had slaughtered these people in town, he could put it past him. A few rocks were scattered about so Liam decided to take advantage of them. A rock flew towards jeseth from the front, but Jeseth moved to avoid getting hit. He moved to the right with Teka still in his grip only to be hit by a second rock from behind. This rock was large enough to knock Jeseth to the ground, also causing him to release his grip on Teka. They both fell to the ground and Liam just stood there, drifting into the force.

[demonnight148993]

*growls an turns to leave cursing*

[angellink11]

Kyle ran to Teka and looked at the wound on his throat. He grabbed Teka's limp body and pulled him away from Jeseth. He pulled a Bacta patch out and placed it to Teka's throat. He turned back to Jeseth.

"You are a sick monster Jeseth. Some day soon your arrognace will be your down fall."

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera pulled himself up, and touched his hand to his nose.

Just as I thought, it's broken, the thought raced through his head as he viewed the bloody hand.

"Insolent worm, you will pay for that!" he snarled.

Summoning the force, his foe shot into the air, quickly inverted, and crashed back down head-first, giving Rebel a serious concussion which immediately launched him into unconsciousness.

Viscera summoned his lightsaber back to him, and re-ignited it. There was more work to do today.

[Teka Kenobi]

Teka grabbed his throat and felt the patch. He did not need it he would be fine. Or so he thought. As he went to tear it off, he actually thought about his actions. Maybe he was too predictable. Pain washed away his thoughts for a monent and he quickly turned his head to the side, scrunching up his eyes. He looked at Liam and watched him. That was a reason why he was a knight.

Teka quickly got to his feet, ignoring the pain that originated in his throat and spread like roots throughout the most of his body. In a split second he reached into the back of his cloak and pulled out a metalic object, and ignighted the white sabre, Lux. It spun rapidly over and over, again and again. Random directions flew the white blur of Lux, until it suddenly stopped to reveal Teka in a ready position looking at both Vicera and Jeseth.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth rose up from the ground while Liam just seemed to stare mindlessly like a fool. The Dark Jedi was bleeding behind his ear, the rock having torn through his flesh. As Kyle stopped to help his fellow Jedi, he could see the winged one rise up to his feet, his hood now tossed back behind him. It had fallen away while he evaded the rocks, showing Jeseth's pale and expressionless face - until he grinned. His eyes pivoted in their place, overlooking Teka and Kyle. He didn't seem at concerned about the saber which the injured one now wielded.

"Tsk, Tsk... You shouldn't play with toys... You might <font color=red>hurt yourself</font>."

Teka felt very soothed, calm, and trusting. The pain in his neck was gone, and his body slowly began to loosen up as Jeseth's melodic words lulled him into a state of mental acceptance. He could feel his saber shifting in his hands slowing, his own muscles choosing to bring it closer to his own body.

"That's it... good..."

Jeseth smiled at Teka calmly, unclipping Ascension saber from his belt.

[Jedi Rebel X]

:: Darkness...........Rebel's mind had drifted off from the battle.....but he wasn't gone.....he fought to regain conciousness....and slowly awoke. The scene was blurry, and a throbbing pain was annoyingly painful.::

::Rebel moved his palm to his head, and centered the force on it, numbing the pain and keeping the throbbing down. He picked up his sabers and looked at Viscera, who was holding his own weapon::

"You caught me off guard there, but it won't happen again."

::Rebel threw one of his sabers at Viscera, the blade wooshing back and forth as it spun around. Viscera dodged, and Rebel came after him. Their sabers collided, with a crackle and a flash of light. Rebel slashed low, and Viscera parried::

::As Rebel went for a high slash, he concentrated on his other saber, which was laying on the ground. He sent it upwards, towards a nearby tree branch. As the two kept taking shots at each other, Rebel was manuevering Viscera, closer and closer. With a flick of his wrist Rebel had his saber cut through the large branch, and it came flying at Vis. Rebel slashed one last time at the sith, and then flipped backwards, just before the branch collided with the sith. It hit him on his right side, most likely dislocating his shoulder as well as breaking a few ribs. After flying into the air, he landed, his head slamming into the ground. He skidded along, finally coming to a bloody stop about twenty feet away. Meanwhile Rebel waited, and concentrated on the force::

[Teka Kenobi]

Teka smiled. His face was that of a calm gentle person. The innocence on his face was no doubt that of which would make Jeseth sick. His fingers moved the hilt around and around, each swing getting nearer to him.

His mind clicked back.

He frowned and looked up at Jeseth. With one swift push, off a bent knee the Padawan lept into the air accurately, before Jeseth and let a foot rise up and kick him in the chest. This kick did not cause him to fall onto the ground, but did move him back. As apposed to coming back down to the earth Teka used a common dark side move, and floated in the air. He used a force plank to jumped over Jeseth and grabbed him by the head, and pulling him down to the ground.

He immeadiately got up and looked at Jeseth holding his neck. Had the neck breaker done any damage. It obviously hadn't actually broken his neck but none the less Jeseth was floored. Holding his sabre out horizontally with both hands, towards Jeseth he monitered his movement with the force, and looking for Vis, and Rebel. He moved his gaze back to the fallen Dark Jedi, before speaking..

Tsk, Tsk... You shouldn't play with Padawans... You might hurt yourself.




OOC: Very sorry Jeseth I must have read your post wrong.

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Teka, all in all, good post... except I never said I was flying... o.o;; Mind editing that a bit..? :/

[Darth Viscera]

Rebel gazed down at the figure of Darth Viscera, who gradually descended into a perceived state of unconsciousness from the head injury.

"A pleasant site?" came a voice from behind. Rebel's vision was still groggy, the throbbing pain now becoming a dull headache, which remained everpresent.

"Perhaps you hit your head rather harder than you thought," the ethereal figure of Darth Viscera added. His normally-black robes shimmered a light color, as if he were a hologram.

"A shame you have not yet awaken. I have heard that it is interesting to witness your own burial. Your persistance only leads to further pain, slowly withering away your life force."

As the ethereal form of Viscera finished speaking abruptly, earth seemed to flow from his mouth in a great wash, overwhelming the Jedi, who awoke to find himself trapped underneath three meters of dirt. Darth Viscera stood above his "grave", lightstaff ignited, and a force pressure sphere readied, but not yet activated.

[Kikran Akard]

OOC: What the heck was that supposed to mean? I only understood the first couple sentences.

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) I think it means he used the Force to burry you in dirt and is speaking to you through the Force as well.

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: I'm speaking to you while you're unconscious, and saying that your previous post was a type of subconscious dream, but in fact DV is burying you while he's talking to you and doing that mental translocation thing.

[Teka Kenobi]

OOC: In that case Vis, could I not say this whole thread was simply a figment of my imagination and none of it really happened? That's basicaly what you did to Rebel.

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha steps out of the shadows, a glowing rune-sword unsheathed. The JEdi Padawan got here as fast as he could, for some reason thinking he needed to come here. Now he knew why. The Young One had been watching the fight so far, and finally decided to get in on the fun.

"Mind if I join in? I could use some fun."

Alpha gets into a fighting stance, and sees DV standing over what looked like a newly filled grave.

"And who is in there Viscera? A former comrade of yours?"

[Darth Viscera]

OOC:Teka, only if you ignore concussions and various things pertaining to unconsciousness :)


IC:
"More likely a former friend of yours," he replied. The former question was answered as Vis unleashed his pressure sphere on his new foe's head, giving him a sick look. A few seconds more of the sustained pressure, and Satine's blood vessels would begin to rupture, followed by arteries, and soon he would be braindead.

"You should be feeling extreme discomfort and nausea. In a few seconds, perhaps ten, your cheekbones shall shatter, followed shortly afterwords by your nose and skull. And you know how that ends up."

He continued devoting all his attention to his pressure sphere, and would not be dissuaded.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Abruptly, Viscera feels a tightening pressure around his neck, although Hob is unseen. ~ Begone, little man. This one is mine.~

[Darth Viscera]

Perhaps Hob was unseen by Viscera, but not by the force. And thus, Hob, as a dark jedi, was easily detected using the Sense Force power. He soon found himself thrown towards Satine, and landed at his feet.

"By the Eye of Edor, you may have him, young apprentice and brother of Jeseth. Cross me again, however, and you shall find yourself in diar straits."

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Viscera: (ooc) You are making an assumption that Hob is detectable at the moment you search for him. He is not, because of his usage of the power of Doppleganger.

[Darth Viscera]

Hob: (ooc)

Doppleganger:
This is the ability to harness the force in order to create a "clone" of the user. The user may control the clone though the force. These creations are exactly like user save one aspect, No clone can touch the force. Only one dopplegangered clone may be created at a time and a user must enter a state of rage in order to create the clone.

1. "These creations are exactly like user save one aspect, No clone can touch the force."

2. "and a user must enter a state of rage in order to create the clone."

I want to see your state of rage! :)

[Evil Hobgoblin]

1. What is your point in bringing this up? Hob himself can still use the Force- after all, the clone must be controlled in that fashion- and Hob has practice in utilizing two Force powers at once.

2. Hob does not at all like Alpha, so a state of rage is not hard for him to maintain at the moment. The simple fact that Hob himself is unseen is what prevents that from being shown.

EDIT: Gah- you switched on me.

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: You're confusing me. Is hob present at the battle scene? If he is, then he is detectable by the "Sense Force" power. If he is not present at the battle scene, only his doppelganger is, then his doppelganger is in fact not able to use the force.

[Kikran Akard]

OOC:
Summoning the force, his foe shot into the air, quickly inverted, and crashed back down head-first, giving Rebel a serious concussion which immediately launched him into unconsciousness.
You don't think I could've done something to stop that? Alright, I let it slide, even though it pretty much took me out of the fight.

:: Darkness...........Rebel's mind had drifted off from the battle.....but he wasn't gone.....he fought to regain conciousness....and slowly awoke. The scene was blurry, and a throbbing pain was annoyingly painful.::
::Rebel moved his palm to his head, and centered the force on it, numbing the pain and keeping the throbbing down. He picked up his sabers and looked at Viscera, who was holding his own weapon::
First of all, you said you launched me into unconciousness, so I said my mind was going black, and i was fighting it. I awoke from the dream state, and got up, my head still hurting, but yeah, let's just screw a whole post I made. Fine, I'll rp from what you said.

IC:
Viscera looked confident, as he burried Rebel into the ground. The knight looked to be dying, or close to it.

"Do you think he's dead?" said a voice behind Viscera.

"If not, he's just about the................re..............."

::The sith's speach froze as he saw Rebel, the one he had just buried, standing behind him::

"You know, you aren't the only one who can create illusions, sith. Did it not seem a little easy the way I gave up? The opening I was searching for came when you thought I was unconcious. Sure, I hit the ground, but not as hard as it looked. I knew what was coming, so I created a force cushion if you may, that took most of the fall. In your "proud" state, I was laying on the ground. In reality, you saw what looked like me, but I had disappeared into that nearby tree. I had some time to help my injuries. Oh by the way, watch out for that branch."

::Viscera turned to be hit by a large branch, which sent him skidding along the ground, finally stopping as he hit a rock::

"Seems dreams do come true, eh?" said Rebel as he drifted into the force, collecting energy.

[Darth Viscera]

"Resourceful," he muttered. All at once, every newly acquired ache and pain stabbed through him. He would most definitely need some time in the bacta tank after this, followed by a week of uninterrupted meditation.

"Quite resourceful."

The dark side of the force would lend him strength, as it always did, and in the end, all that had occured would be for his benefit.

"But we will see how well your resources assist you in the protection of the helpless, Jedi.

He ran now, his speed enhanced by the force, leaping over various obstacles which presented themselves. A village appeared now, and gradually grew larger as he approached. Civilians were visible now, going on about their personal business, and Viscera ignited his lightstaff. A old-aged woman walked across the street, holding a small infant in her arms.

His lightstaff impaled her through the upper chest, and he swung the blade, the upper half of her body resting sickeningly now on a few shreds of flesh.

Her infant fell to the ground, and Viscera removed a blaster pistol from his cloak. He fired. Several times. The air of the village changed from that of a peaceful place to one of random, horrible deaths, as the sickening scent of roasted meat became overwhelming.

He stared down at the charred corpse of what had once been the infant, and levitated it with the force, near its mother.

"Now you see the extent of Jedi protection, woman," he rasped.

His lightstaff still ignited, he scanned the village for his next victim.

[Kikran Akard]

"How dare you bring them into this!"

::Rebel picked up his nearby com and pushed a button. The large ship "Stormchaser" moved over to him, and he jumped onto the wing. It began to fly towards the village, moving faster and faster::

::With the push of another button, the ship opened fire upon the village, but along the outskirts. Everyone started to run away, thinking they were under attack. It was then that Rebel spotted Viscera, moving towards a small girl cowering against a wall. He flipped off the wing as the sith rose his lightstaff to the girl, fear in her eyes. Just as he was going to deliver the fatal blow Rebel landed upon Viscera, plowing him into the ground::

"Girl, leave, now!"

::The girl ran off after her family, who had run away with the rest of the village, and were gone now. Rebel flipped off of the sith, who's body was imprinted into the soil::

"Get up and face me, coward." Rebel said as he ignited his saber.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth pushed Teka away with the Force sharply, his shove being met with considerable resistance, but it kept the Jedi off balance long enough for Jeseth regain his footing. He had dirt all over himself and head still throbbed, but the pain was distant and unnoticed to him, his performance not very deeply affected, save a slight blurring of his vision. He looked into the Padawan's eyes and brought his saber around, moving forward and clashing the two blades together in a painfully loud crack, light flashing between them again and again as the moment became faster. It was obvious now that Jeseth was pressing his advantage, the Force flowing through his muscles and enhancing his speed and coordination.

Another Flash and Teka felt as Jeseth's blade skimmed the top of his shirt, leaving a shallow gash that slowly began to break and bleed, the cauterized scabs tearing away in a moment of stinging pain. The two blades met somewhere about the Padawan's head just before the Dark Jedi's knee struck into the young man's stomach, tossing him back onto the ground and sending him sprawling.

"Things of play are toys... and toys are often broken."

Ascension's pulsating blade hummed menacingly as Jeseth just looked down at the idealistic fool who lay before him. To think he had ever tried to accept those ways...

[Teka Kenobi]

Teka moved back along the ground pushing with hand and knees looking for something. Anything. Behind Jeseth and behind Teka, two rocks and a plank of burning wood rose off the ground floating mid air for a second. All three objects suddenly and literaly flew into action on an intercept course with Jeseth.

As Jeseth looked up at the objects Teka slashed forward at him, whilst on the ground. Instantly Jeseth blocked the strike and turned. He snapped the wood in half with his sabre and then turned again to face the two rocks that were now literally inches from his face. Teka kicked him in the back standing on two hands and one foot and he crashed into the rocks at such speed that made him spin backwards twice and land in the mud face first.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth hit the mud, his hands pressing into it, and quickly kicked himself back up in a flip-like motion, the dirt almost instantly drying and cracking in a cloud of smoke as his saber skimmed the ground. A sudden push sent mud shooting off everywhere, Jeseth's body flipping back wards into the fall and landing him on his feet. His wiped his face, his left hand's blackened glove turning a dark brown and grey from the muck. His composure seemed to be there, and his apparent calm stance was unbecoming of a man who had just been pelted with stones and throw through dirt.

"I am a patient man - "

He lifted a fist up above the Ascension's blade, glaring at the Jedi. The Force reacted to his whim, breaking the bonds of calm and tranquility crated by the Jedi Padawan. Teka's throat tightened quickly, his muscles squeezing together not of his own accord, pressing tighter and tighter as a small bending and cracking noise began to make it's self prominent above the hum of sabers.

"but not that patient."

[angellink11]

Kyle concentrated and opened himself to the force. He grasped Jeseth and tossed him bacwards, only enough to break the attack.

"You did want Jedi to come to fight you. I don't know why but it was foolish. You want to die. I can see it in your eyes. The pain and misery that you live with. I felt that same way as a mercenary."

He pulled his saber out and ignited it. The blue silver blade extended immediately.

"I can tell though that you don't care which Jedi stops you as long as your stopped."

Kyle dropped to a defensive move.

[Teka Kenobi]

Teka scrapped at his neck trying to get the invisible force off it. The pain swept through his neck again re-activating previous injuries from earlier in the fight. Teka's eyes now glowed and ice blue. He had an idea. Some of the sloppy mud that Jeseth had got to know so well rose from the ground dripping away any excess. It shot through the air, forward, hitting at the back of Jeseth's head. Teka could see the rage in his eyes. In that moment of distraction Teka lifted up his leg hard. The kick got Jeseth straight on in the groin. Jeseth's mouth opened and his eyes winced. He doubled over and released his grip on Teka with the force.

You're the toy Jeseth. And I'm a dirty player.

He spun Lux round twice and then forward slashing down onto Jeseth's very revealing neck.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth was shoved back as the mud flew towards him, causing it to miss his mark, but the distraction had still been enough for Teka to take advantage of the situation... Yet the young man had made a tactical mistake: Jeseth was not human, and being struck in the groin had little if anymore an effect on him than being struck in any other area of the body. The impact was still enough to cause him a level of pain, and he knew that the Padawan was now maneuvering for a final and fatal blow. Ducking down in a risky move, Jeseth rolled beneath Teka's saber blurringly, Ascension clipping the man's left knee, midway through. The wound was near instantly cauterized.

Damn it.

His vision was still off, and seeing that Teka's knee had only been wounded rather sliced clean through aggravated him to no end. The Dark Jedi could still feel the blood dripping from behind his ear, but a bit of mud was helping to seal the wound and keep it from expelling more blood than he was. Twisting quickly to his feet, Jeseth stretched back his wings momentarily. He reached out to the new comer's mind as the man spoke, probing for a memory, a thought, a name...

Kyle.

Suddenly, something clicked in the Jedi, his emotions fluctuating wildly. Jeseth grinned and shrugged playfully, feeding most of his own carefully controlled feelings into Kyle's heart and mind. Giving Teka another quick glance to assure himself that the man still posed no threat, Jeseth extended a free hand and knocked him off balance so as to Force him into leaning on his already badly damaged knee.

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha gasps as the pressure recedes, and he looks around for the reason, wondering why Viscera stopped.

[angellink11]

Kyle felt Jeseth in his mind and felt his emotions going into him. He closed his eyes and strange images came into his head. He than called upon the force and bloced certain parts of his mind stopping Jeseth. He than started to push the man out of him slowly.

"I will not feel your anger Jeseth. I have choosen my path as a Jedi you will not change that with your darkness. My brother may have been taken over with his hate but I will not. You have no control over me."

Kyle continued to fight against the strange feelings in him. He opened his eyes and some images from when he was a merc came through. He shook his head violently until the images where gone. He blined a couple of times and than felt the feelings in his heart. He could feel his hatred that he had fought so long to get rid of rising slowly. He felt the anger raging inside him. He saw images than of the villagers here dying and being killed by Jeseth. He felt his anger rage again when he saw an old man's throat crush inside. Than he started to fight Jeseth's feeling again. He than remembered his father and all his friend's. He breathed in and out and opened his eyes once he had the rage under control.

"You will not control me Jeseth. You are a monster. You killed all these people just for fun! I choose to be a Jedi, for now and all time."

Than he suddenly felt the rage disappear.

"With power comes responsibilities Jeseth. You have ahad many chances to be a Jedi again, to lose the hatred but you always choose hatred over peace of mind. I am Kyle Horn...and I choose to be a Jedi."

Suddenly all of Jeseth's feelings where gone and Kyle was back to being at peace.

"I suggest you don't try that again sith."

[Darth Viscera]

A dagger caught the Jedi in the armpit as he soared through the air following his attack. Another shot forward, stabbing into his stomach. Viscera rolled back a few meters, then jumped to his feet.

Looking skyward, he heard the steady whine of repulsorlifts, and shortly afterwords found the source. A sharp noise emanated from the ship, and the whine of the repulsorlifts ceased, right before the ship plummeted to the ground. It crashed directly into one of the larger buildings in the village, collapsing the structure immediately and sending a hail of shrapnel through the air, some of which impacted both the Jedi and the Sith.

A new sound erupted in the village, as those who had survived the impact grieved for those who had not been so lucky. Screams filled the air, and Viscera merely smiled. A shard of durasteel had jammed in his shoulder, and only his distance from the crash site had prevented it from cleaving his right arm fully off.

"You wouldn't happen to have had a hyperdrive aboard your former vessel, would you?" he inquired. If so, he had best prepare himself for another hard run.

[Kikran Akard]

OOC: I just dropped like 50 feet onto your back....how'd you turn around and throw daggers at me right after? Also, my ship was moving over the village, it's farther away, not hovering.

[Darth Viscera]

OOC:


Rebel flipped off of the sith

As you were flying through the air after flipping off of me, the daggers hit you, because I rolled away.

And it doesn't sound like you could just fall to the ground if your ship weren't hovering close to the ground. Either way, it's pretty easy to shut down the repulsors and just let gravity do its job.

[Kikran Akard]

OOC: Civilians ran off, stated when that girl ran to where they were.

::Rebel pulled out the daggers as Viscera concentrated on his ship. As he saw it going down he used his energy to shut off the ships electronics and engines. Luckily it had landed on a large building, cushioning it's fall::

"You wouldn't happen to have had a hyperdrive aboard your former vessel, would you?"

::Rebel was holding on to his stomach with one hand, the same one as the armpit. He numbed the pain and sealed the openings to the wounds. Looking up, he held the daggers in his other hand::

"You're going to regret that."

::Rebel force sped into the sith, tackling him to the ground. He shoved one of the daggers into his chest. Weezing was heard as it pierced his lung, breaking through the ribcage. It dug deep into the organ, and blood poured out. The sith kicked him off, and Rebel threw the other dagger into his thigh as he landed. He called the sith's lightstaff and broke it in half, throwing it to the ground::

[Darth Viscera]

Another child screamed, followed by a woman. If Viscera did not get to them first, choking them with the dark side, then they succumbed to the firestorm from the shrapnel and fuel which had previously been known as the Stormchaser. He removed the two daggers from his thigh and lungs, rasping as he did so:

"Another....two lives lost...during the time...it too....took you to wound me again. How many more?" he rasped.

The dark side would heal him, as it always somehow managed.

With his free hand, he reached for a light dagger concealed in the back of his cloak. A sick sound filled the air as the light dagger was activated, and slashed across the Jedi's neck. He clipped the light dagger back to his belt, and called his now-severed lightstaff back to him. The larger half ignited with a sputter, and he shot forward, leaping above his foe and slashing at him from behind.

[Jedi Rebel X]

OOC: The people are gone, they all fled when I shot at them. Also, you have a dagger in your lung, and one in your thigh, I think you should do something with those before jumping at me. My ship's not laying in pieces, it's just wrecked. You're starting to ignore attacks and such, and the thought of leaving the fight has gone through my mind.

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: Then consider the woman to be one of the last, and in the process of fleeing. Evacuating a village doesn't just occur in half of a second. Now, I'll edit my post to say that I'm removing the daggers from my lung and from my thigh, but I have already shown that I have been attacked in the way that I speak. And your ship is in pieces. I'm ignoring no more attacks than you are.

[Jedi Rebel X]

OOC: I fail to see how someone can, much less someone who's wounded/fighting, have the force power to turn off a 35 meter long ship as it's going over, as well as it's going by fast.

IC:

Rebel stumbled back, holding his neck. As DV leaped over him he used the force to punch upward, right into the sith's gut. The impact sent him flying onto a pile of metal shrapnel from the broken ship, which cut into his back. Rebel called his saber and cauterized the neck wound, the sick smell of burnt flesh filling the air. As he limped over in the sith's direction, the injuries began to come back, numbing around his body.

"How much longer must we fight, sith?"

[Liam Jinn]

OOC: <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/ohwell.gif ALT=":\"> Erm...Twidels his thumbs...

[Teka Kenobi]

OOC: Liam fight Jeseth with me. He aint got no balls! :p ;)

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Viscera: (ooc) First off, I think we need to define exactly what "clone" means for that definition.

A Doppleganger "clone"- an illusion of the Dark Jedi in question. The Doppelganger appears real to everyone present, fooling even droids and electrical devices. The user has the advantage of being able to sense everything that they would feel if she were actually present. If the Doppelganger is fatally injured, or the Dark Jedi loses concentration, the illusion simply fades into non-existence.

Hob is in fact nearby- this is his first usage of his newfound power, so obviously his range of effect is limited. But since the clone feels like the real Hob to everyone present, detecting the real Hob is not possible, since Hob is farther away than the clone and seeing through its' eyes.

(ic)

From behind the ruins of a low building comes a short growl. The sound of ruffled grass can be heard as someone approaches the makeshift arena the Force has chosen. Heavy footfalls are evident.

Abruptly, Hob rounds a corner and focuses on Alpha. It is not a Hob that has been previously seen- this Hob has his lips peeled back in an expression of hate. A slavering bit of drool hangs from one corner of his mouth, and Hob's eyes are bloodshot. Veins bulge outward from his arms and legs, and low growling sounds gargle from his throat.

"Young One," he grinds out from between clenched teeth. "Hob has opportunity and space now t' devote t' making ye suffer fer yer intrusion into Hob's business."

The dwarf begins a slow approach towards Alpha, giving him time to be properly frightened.

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha sees Hob and quickly ignites his large, wicked looking sabre, getting back to his feet as he does.

"When have I messed with your affairs?" Alpha asks, then remembers when him and his friend, Graem, tried to save the family.

Alpha unsheathes recalls his runesword and sheathes it in his back scabbard, drawing a dagger, holding it in a reverse grip.

"What is you frellin' problem against me anyways?"

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Hob continues approaching Satine in his slow, irrevocable pace. "Ye shall be a lesson for future fools," Hob says aloud in his brogue. One of his hands scoops up some loose dirt, the other one grabs a stone.

Hob closes to ten meters from Alpha's location, but still keeps coming. "That lesson shall be: don't mess with the Hobgoblin."

[Teka Kenobi]

Teka did not use his injured leg, he simply rolled over on his shoulder to an upright position, being careful of his movements with Lux, which at this had both ends ignighted. He held it out in front of him, at Jeseth's direction and pressed a combination of buttons and watched as the middle of the hilt split into two white blades. Teka put one bent leg forward and straigtened his back leg out behind him, holding the two sabre in each hand behind him also.

I'm back..

He ran forward, as well as a Jedi with an injured leg could, and jumped off his good leg, and brought it forward mid air to kick Jeseth hard in the back of the head with it. He flew through the air like a triple jumper...of course not in this universe, but still..

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth sneered at Kyle's valiant attempt to keep his composure. The man had been able to harness his feelings and keep them in control... who knew what the Dark Side would bestow upon one with such a gift, should he ever choose to embrace it. His mind tingled suddenly with a flash of insight, and he saw himself being struck to the ground from behind. Without hesitation he shifted all his weight to the left, dodging out of Teka's attack path and bringing [/i]Acension[/i]. The Jedi's good leg completed the projected attack within a split of a second, bringing him right into the pulsating blue saber's path.

Jeseth merely grinned through the shadows which now overlapped his face, the sun gently coalescing through his hair, but never managing to break through the strands well enough to give light to the Dark Jedi's face. Night time would fall within the hour, and then they would all be at his mercy. Jeseth's grin was unwavering as he watch smoke rise from the massive wound he had dealt the young fool.

"Learn to stay in your place... on the ground."

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha sees Hob pick up the sand and dirt, and gives his armor a mental command. His helmet slides over his face, and the eye slits are covered by transparisteel, so the sand wouldn't get in his eyes.

"Me a lesson? Yeah, right."

[Kikran Akard]

::Rebel looked around the area, weary and stricken from his wounds::

"The villagers are gone, they've evacuated.....and you're in no shape to hurt them anymore...............this fight is done....."

::Rebel clipped his saber back on his belt, and force pushed a cloud of dirt into the direction of Viscera. He used what energy he had to mask his presence, probably only enough to get away from Viscera, as Rebel's energy wasn't much. Since his injuries were all around his upper body, he was able to walk off...and leave the battle. He saw the other jedi fighting, and sent a message::

"I'm afraid I'm no longer in form to fight......the villagers have been evacuated, at least the rest of them....I must go now, and seek treatment for my injuries. Good luck my friends."


::With that Rebel walked away, disappearing into the nearby forest. He radioed a transport, and left the battle::

[Darth Viscera]

A victory!, he thought, watching his opponent leave the field of battle. He attempted to stand, and was sorry for it immediately. Perhaps a hollow one. Another such victory and I shall be ruined!

Jeseth, my friend..I have driven my foe away. Do you require my assistance? He projected the thought away, towards the force signature of his close friend.

Victory is sweet...I shall remember this day, and my surroundings. He took in the environment. The burning village, the trees, the smell of death in the air....it would all remain with him for eternity.

[Teka Kenobi]

OOC: Not sure what ya did to me leg there...:p

IC:

Teka fell to the ground again blocking out as much pain as he could. He was out of the fight fight..for now. He pushed up off the floor into a tree and sat there waiting. He blocked out as much pain as he could. The dark Jedi had done his work but the light had not finished yet. Not by far.

[angellink11]

Kyle walked over to Teka.

"Our job here is finished Teka. the remaining villagers are gone we will leave now."

[Teka Kenobi]

Teka looked down to Kyle and nodded. He fell back off his branch catching on another one using his monetum to grab another branch across from haim and dropped slowly to the ground.

Ok Kyle. Let's go

Teka gave Jeseth one last look and a few last words to go with it.

We'll meet again Jeseth. Don't doubt it.

Teka turned and walked away with Kyle ignoring still, the pain that came from both his legs. He looked at Kyle and spoke.

No-one ever wins damn it!

He shook his head and carried on walking

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Well I didn't want to say how much damage I did... I left that to you... but I guess you can imagine it's not good. :b Sorry if I confused you.

[Teka Kenobi]

OOC: Tis ok :) good fight!

[Teka Kenobi]

Stopping suddenly Teka turned. Raising a hand and closing his eyes. About 30 seconds later a blaster shaped peice of metal came to Teka. This being the hilt of Lionheart, which was now cool. Teka took it, put it in his belt qand carried on walking.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth watched as the weaklings began their retreat. This was hardly the test of skill he had been hoping for, but it was all the same to him. He could still Liam standing there, watching him. Almost as if the man was waiting for something. Jeseth just smiled and gave a playful shrug.

[Liam Jinn]

OOC: Erm, I sorta forgot about this..sorry..

IC: Liam stood there, watching Jeseth. He had been drawing energy from the force ever since ever since Teka decided to play with Jeseth. He yawned and looked around.

"Well, are you ready yet?"

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha keeps a close watch on Hob's approach, his large, wicked-looked lightsabre held at the ready.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"Now's a good a time as any."

The Dark Jedi held his saber up at an angle, looking the Jedi over momentarily before assuming a traditional stance. He would let Liam die with honor.

"Lets leave the Force out of our battle."

Ascension hummed back and forth for a moment, then stopped at Liam's chest.

"This should remain strictly between us, and our sabers."

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Alpha: (ooc) Sorry I haven't gotten to this, bud. Been busy relaxing and such.

(ic)

Hob stops abruptly and windmills the arm with the stone, hurling it at Alpha. A moment later, he tosses the dirt at Alpha's face, hoping to catch him with one of them.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam smiled at Jeseth and nodded he heard the force wouldn't be used. He reached down and grabbed one of his lightsabers off of his belt then brought it to his side, igniting it. He stood in a defensive position and motioned at Jeseth.

"Well?"

[Satine Capashen]

{OOC:It's ok Hobs.}

Alpha quickly shoulder rolls to the side, avoiding the dirt, but getting hit in the shoulder with the rock. alpha hisses in pain, glad he had his armor to take most of the punishment. The Young One jumps back to his feet next to hob, swinging with his left foot for a right roundhouse kick.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth's saber blurs into motion, the winged Dark Jedi moving forward aggressively. The blue beam clashed against the Jedi's lightsaber, sparks and cracks filling the air as they continued to maneuver away from each other and yet closer. Jeseth narrowed his eyes and brought his saber around in a mock strike, attempting to toss the Jedi's weapon away as he darted forward in a counter-clockwise circle.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam pulled his saber back and jumped backwards as Jeseth moved towards him. Liam immediately jumped forward, thrusting his saber at Jes' midsection. Jes brought his saber around to block the thrust, but before their sabers made contact, Liam deactived his saber. Jeseths' saber passed right through where Liam's had been; the momentum of the swing opened up a spot in Jeseths side. Liam took his chance and swung his saber into Jes' side with enough force to make him double over, then ignited it. It shot straight through Jes' back and Liam kicked Jes to the ground, moving back himself, to get some space between the two.

[Jeseth Cloak]

The Dark Jedi growled as he felt the blade penetrate through his ribs, incinerating a section of them. He fell to the ground as Liam struck, carefully rising to his feet. The Jedi had given him the courtesy to rise to his feet, but Jeseth mightn't be as kind in turn. He moved forward, parrying Liam's blade in a traditional fashion, then turned back, pulling both beams of energy toward's the man's body. It was a seemingly risky move, and Jeseth could have easily executed a similar maneuver as the one which was executed on him, but that would be no fun.

Shick.

Liam's body went tensed as Jeseth plunged a dagger into his back, twisting it deeper into his muscles and letting the point jam into his spine. He let the lock on their sabers go, allowing the Jedi to stumble forward, the blade sliding loose. Jeseth looked down at noticed the blood dripping from the shining edge. It looked beautiful... like a work of art.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam yells as the blade penetrates his skin. He falls to the ground as his legs go numb, but luckily, he finds that he can still move them. The pain intenses and Liam fights to not lose conciousness. He wouldn't use the force to free him from the pain or for anything until Jeseth did. Instead he lunged at Jeseth while he was foolishly admiring his blade. The pain was feirce but he couldn't let it get to him. Liam's hands moved faster than his mind had expected, one grabbing Jeseth's wrist and the other grabbing the hand that held the dagger. His hand twisted Jeseth's wrist so that the dagger pointed straight at his heart, and the other hand gripped the hand that held the dagger tightly, so that it wouldn't be able to move, also increasing accuracy. Jeseth fell back, startled that Liam had retaliated so quickly, and from the force of Liam colliding with him. As Jeseth landed on his back, the dagger slipped cleanly into his chest. His face contorted as Liam twisted the dagger and pulled it out, the blood pouring freely form the deep wound in his chest. Liam crawled back and threw the dagger to the side, and grabbed his lightsaber. He ran the blade across his back cauterizing the wound Jeseth had made. He fell on his stomach as the pain overtook him, but somehow managed to get back onto his knees, raising his lightsaber in a somewhat defensive position as Jeseth lay there frozen, blood flowing from his mouth. Liam watched the wounded person intensly, knowing that the 7 feet of space between them would help his reaction time.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth coughed, clearing a bit of blood from his passages. He was suffering from massive internal bleeding... but he didn't care about that now. Ascension was still active and gripped tightly in his hand. He glanced at Liam, then roll over slowly until he could press his palms into the ground and lift himself to his knees. The Jedi was almost on his feet, and it took Jeseth an added burst of Force enhanced strength and speed to close the distance between them in time. Their sabers clattered together and sparks, cracking under the pressure as Jeseth leaned his weight into the blurring charge. Liam had managed to block the Dark Jedi's strike, but they both tumbled to the floor. Jeseth leaned down against Liam's light saber beam, trying to push it towards the Jedi's neck.

They made eye contact for a moment, then Jeseth allowed one hand to leave the blade of his saber. Liam was obviously stronger, because the weapon lock shifted much closer to Jeseth now - Jeseth who had retrieved another dagger. He plunged it downward into Liam's stomach as hard as he could, ripping past flash and muscle, and still struggling to hold the weapon lock in place.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam felt the dagger rip cleanly into his stomach. His eyes widened and a burst of energy shot at Jeseth, knocking him 10 feet or so back. It was more of a reaction through the force, Liam hadn't planned on it happening, but it did. As Jeseth flew back, Liam fell to his knees, dropping his saber and clutching his stomach. Jeseth hit the ground hard; he had tried to catch himself with his hands, but the force of the impact had caused his right elbow to bend the wrong way. Liam heard a snap and a loud yell as Jeseth hit the ground. Liam's skin was turning pale as he sat there on his knees, clutching his stomach. He took a hand off of his stomach and grabbed his fallen saber. As he brought the saber closer to his stomach, he noticed his hand. It was covered in blood, his sabers handle now covered in blood too. He ran the saber along his stomach, his face expressionless as the flesh sealed itself. He tapped into the energy he had been building up through the force and stood on his knees. He closed his eyes and let the force ease the pain he was in. He looked at Jeseth trying to get up on the ground and threw him into the air with the force.

"Hmm, guess I'm gonna have to cheat in this round Jeseth."

Liam managed a smile before he threw his saber at Jeseth. The saber was guided through the force and sped up as it reached the falling Jeseth. It flew end over end and then it hit Jeseth in the back. The blade slid deeply into his lower back and shot out through his stomach. Jeseth fell and hit the ground again as Liam called his saber back. He was standing shakily, do to his injuries, but could still move, do to the force.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth held on to his saber with his gloved hand. He was fortunate that the strength of his injured elbow didn't necessarily dictate the strength of his grip... There was pain surging through him, but he didn't care. He saw things come in flashes as he was once again wounded, and made little to no noise to show he had been badly injured. Liam's saber stopped as Jeseth free hand gripped it in a blurring flash. He held it for a moment, then shut it off and flipped it securely to his belt.

"Then I guess it's my turn to cheat, Jedi."

He coughed up some blood and wiped his hand again, taking a deep breath and glancing down at his wounds. He couldn't go on like this much longer... He needed to get out off here, and it was doubtful that he could make it on his own two feet anymore. He called out through the Force for something, but Liam didn't understand until he saw the blue sparks building in Jeseth's eyes, then across the tips of his fingers.

"Feel my pain."

Lightening ripped across the air between them, sending Liam sprawling back on the ground as an incredible amount of Force Lightening continued to course through his body. Jeseth was shaking as he continued to focus his suffering towards the stream, then stopped momentarily to watch as smoke rose from the Jedi and the ground around him.

"Now meet your destiny."

The dark energy erupted once more, violently bending and snaking around the man, filling his wounds with burning pain.

[Liam Jinn]

Liam saw it in Jeseths eyes. He mind sought for a defensive move in the seconds before lightning erupted from Jeseths hands. Liam focused and let his last burst of energy out. The lightning was held back long enough but some of it had hit Liam sending him flying backwards. He could tell by the glint in Jeseths eyes that he wasn't finished with his attacks. Liam looked down noticed his body was smoking. The pain hit him again, as Jeseth let another folley of lightning at him. Liam fought to divert the lightning but most of it hit him, his body convulsing uncontrollably. His eyes never closed; they were searching for anything. He smiled as Jeseth finished with the lightning.

"Are...you finished...yet?"

Jeseth lips tightened as he prepared to make a killer blow to Liam. As he raised his hands, his head snapped to the side, his legs failing on him. Jeseth crumpled to the ground unconscious as the rock that had hit him came to a stop on the ground. It had a good amount of blood on it, from what...It was unsure. As Liam forced the pain level down, he stood up and looked around; the former inhabinents of this town lay on a red ground. Slowly, Liam walked away, at a crawling pace due to his injuries, spitting on Jeseth as he passed. He collected his daggers and lightsabers, then left disappearing from where he had came. A couple of minutes later, a lone tie intercepter flies over the previous battle ground, then shoots out of the atmosphere, Jeseth starting to move as it does.

[Jeseth Cloak]

He looked up into the sky briefly and breathed in deeply, letting his body take the full force of all his wounds. He would have fainted there, but he had to get Viscera back to The Sith Order...

Liam Jinn.

The name echoed in his mind.

We will meet again. I foresee it.

Jeseth had never been an exceptional seer, but this time he knew there was more than the Force behind his motivation. The Jedi had managed to escape just this one, but next time he would not be so fortunate!