Darkness Rising (Open to one Jedi)

[Damon Void]

::The man once known as Michael Cline walked the long dessert sands of Tattoine, his reasons for being there were his own and no one else's. Reason's that would remain privy only to him, after all as a Rogue Darkside User he had no one he had to report to, no one he had to listen to. He was his own man. He needed no one, not the Jedi, not the Sith, not even the Dark Jedi. He trenched the white dunes slowly walking towards a port city and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes darted across the dusty terraine. He was being followed.::

Who's there.

::He glanced around more, he knew he had felt a presence through the Force. A lightside presence at that.::

WHO'S THERE!

::He hollered not only through the burning desert wind but sending the message screaming throughout the Force as well. He turned as he felt the presence reemerge. His eyes narrowed::

You...

OOC: This is open to one Jedi, jump in as you see fit.

[Akrabbim]

Akrabbim senses the Dark-Siders presence in the Force. He moves towards him slowly, sword drawn. He cloaks his sword with an illusion, making it appear as a normal lightsaber.

Who are you, and what is your business here?

[Damon Void]

::Void shook his head slowly chuckling::

My reason for being here is for me to know and you not to. If I were you Jedi, I'd make myself scarce in a hurry, I hadn't planned on spilling the blood of the ignorant today, but I can allways make a change of plans.

::Void snickered at the Jedi's "Lightsaber", this pathetic Padawan was hiding something, Void could feel a deeper presence in the Force around the saber, He'd have to be wary of the saber the Padawan held. Even if he hadn't been a darksider making him above the pathetic Jedi to begin with, he HAD been a Jedi Knight, and the Padawan's attempts at sounding bold and fearless were little more than amusing.::

So is this how you are being trained Padawan? To draw your weapon against an unarmed opponent? As you can see I am without a saber or other such weapon. So why do you have yours drawn?

OOC: I know, I know in my sig it says I have a saber named conflict, but I don't have it yet in the timeline this falls in. I'm getting it soon enough though.

5-8-01~Edited the content slightly.

[Akrabbim]

OOC: My speciality is illusion. You're not so far above me that you can completely ignore them, not to mention the fact that your powers aren't specialized in the mental realm. If they were, you'd see right through it. Otherwise, unless I'm trying something really big, you shouldn't see through it.

IC: I draw my saber in caution. There is no dishonor in defending oneself. And I have not yet attacked. I asked why you were here. I expect a civil answer. It's only courteous.

Akrabbim drops into a guard, just in case the Sith wished to move to more physical forms of confrontation.

[Damon Void]

OOC: Oh ok, I edited it in that case. And so you know... not Sith... Rogue Darkside User, Heh.

IC:

I owe you no answer Jedi, nor shall you receive one. I have my reasons for being on this barran planet, and those are my reasons, ONLY. I suggest you drop this matter and leave my presence before I tire of your ignorance.

::Damon was growing increasingly annoyed at this Padawan, how arrogant he was to think he could FORCE a darkside user to give an answer to a meesly Jedi like him. Allready Damon was getting a gut feeling that the day would not end well for this Padawan, if he continued the folly of interrogating Void... the Jedi's blood would stain the sand dunes.::

[Akrabbim]

OOC: Coolness... and sorry about the Sith thing. Force of habit... :)

IC:

Akrabbim stares back at the Dark Jedi, weighing his next move. He would normally not confront someone so boldly, but this man is a Dark Sider. And Akrabbim finds it hard to believe that this man is merely taking a walk.

I am a Jedi. It is my duty to stop people like you. Now, I ask again. If you will not give reason for being here, at least state your intentions.

[Damon Void]

::Damon shook his head, this was more than just sad, it was pathetic.::

In a mocking tone

"I am a Jedi. It is my duty to stop people like you." No matter how many times I've heard it, it's still pathetic. Maybe I should clue you in on who I am. Name's Damon Void, used to be known as Michael Cline, that name ring a bell by anychance Jedi-boy?

::He snickered slightly and waited to see if the Padawan paid attention to Jedi roster lists::

[Akrabbim]

Akrabbim's eyes widen at the mention of the name.

Hmmm... another who has fallen to the Dark Side... a shame. Why? Power? Greed? Fear? It does not matter... only know that the Light is stronger. I stand for the Light.

[Damon Void]

My reason's for 'falling' are simple. The darkness has been in me since the beginning, I've simply been running from the fact. No more running. The darkness consumes and absorbs all Jedi, maybe one day even you.

[Akrabbim]

Doubtful. I know where that path leads. So, what shall it be? Shall we end this peacefully, or must this come to blows?

[Damon Void]

Peace..fully?

::Void got a suprised look on his face as if he didn't know where he was::

Peace....?

::Akrabbim looked at him confused, perhaps something of the Light was still in him? Perhaps it was not yet too late to save the man he once was. Akrabbim smiled, and stretched out his hand.::

Yes peace. You once knew of peace Michael, it is not too late to know of it again, you can still be redeemed. Take my hand.

::Void blinked and began stretching his hand out towards Akrabbim's, before breaking into a warped smile::

Peace? BAH! Peace is for those who don't control their own destiny which I now do!

::He grabbed hold of Akrabbim's hand and spun his body sharply, the heal of his boot meeting Akrabbim's face with a sickening thud as the Jedi was sent reeling into the desert sands, his body sliding down the long dunes into the flat areas bellow, Void leaped onto the side of the dune and slid down after him. He had been right... today the Jedi's blood would stain the dunes.::

[Akrabbim]

The man was playing dirty. No reason not to reply in like form. While down on his face, Akrabbim takes two shuriken from his gi and shoves them down into the sand. He rolls forward and painfully regains his feet. He backs away from the Dark Sider, trying to gain even footing.

Stay back! I do not wish to fight you!

[Damon Void]

Too late for that Jedi, far too late. I gave you your chance repeatedly to make yourself gone, you should have heeded my warnings. Now you'll learn what it's like to enter oblivion.

::Void walked slowly and calmly as he came to a hault at the bottom of the dune and circled the Jedi.::

As I know the Jedi have such a strong sense of Honor I am sure that since I am without a weapon, you will fight me in a similar manner.

::Void grinned slightly and clenched his fists tight::

[Akrabbim]

Akrabbim's eyes widen at the Dark Jedi's audacity.

Honor? Honor? You speak to me of honor? You who have betrayed your former brothers? You who hold allegiance to none but your own whims? You who viciously attacked me when I offered a hand of friendship? There is no honor in this fight. You do not deserve an honorable fight.

As Damon walks past the area where the shuriken are buried, Akrabbim reaches out with the Force, calling to his weapons. They fly up out of the ground into the back of Damon's knees, horribly lacerating the tendons there. The legs still work, but not well. His ability to stand should be mechanically weakened now. Too much pressure, and the remaining tendons will snap.

[Damon Void]

::Damon fell forward balancing himself against the shifting sands, he grinned slightly grimacing from the pain at the same time::

Truly a sign of how far the Jedi have come, hypocrite.

::He reached out tapping into the darkside and slammed a mental blast into Akrabbim's face, a sickening snap, and the jedi's nose was shattered, it pressed in almost colapsing back on its self, the pressure from the bone pressing against the neverse in his face shot waves of pain through his body, he blinked. He could still see, though the bone was pressing into the edge of his optic nerve and his vision was blurred. Damon reach back and gritted his teeth hard as he pulled a shuriken from his left leg, He decided to keep the shuriken in his right leg, it would stop the bleeding in that leg,::

"Best not to loose too much blood,

::He reasoned,::

"Wouldn't want to pass out before I've crushed this insect under my heel."

::He armed himself with the Shuriken and clenched down on his teeth.::

Come face death Jedi. Your time is ni.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

OOC: Pardon, I mis-read your post initially, but still...keeping a shuriken in your leg will gain you nothing, apart from keeping you from bleeding excessivly. The blade will still cut you, and its has severed some tendons. Nothing is gained by keeping the shuriken in your leg.

[Damon Void]

OOC: Yes. I pulled one from my the back of my left leg, and left the other one in my right. Thanks for the info, I edited.

[Akrabbim]

Akrabbim reels from the attacks. He drops to one knee in pain. He regains his feet once more, more slowly than the last time. He addresses Damon.

You speak of honor as if it were a joke. Would I be more honorable if I did not fight to my last breath with everything I could muster? No! The only way I can lose honor is to not use everything in my power to stop people like you. There are no rules. This is war.

Akrabbim reaches through the Force, looking for his shuriken. He senses them, one in his hand, one in his leg. He causes them to spin as fast as he can make them, one tearing out all the tendons in the back of his right leg, the other slicing his hand viciously. He calls the bloodied objects back to himself, and replaces them in his gi. He readies himself for the next attack, sensing Damon with the Force. He will have to rely on that form of sight; his eyes will avail him nothing.

[Damon Void]

OOC: The Shuriken that I had left in my leg tore out all the tendons in the back of my knee? Question, with that being the case do I still have use of that leg or is it unusable now?

[Akrabbim]

OOC: Well, since the thing did sorta spin around in there, and since it's made of quantum armor, it should sorta destroy that leg. Course, we're still sorta even, since I can't really see and you still have telekinesis.

[Damon Void]

OOC: Allright just double checking, makes it hard for me to do any physical attacks. Akrabbim, do you have any messenger services?

IC:

::Damon clenched his left hand over his right one in agony, he had dropped to one knee, his left leg all but cut off at the knee from the Shuriken. He fliched and looked at Akrabbim, and found something of release in the fact that the Jedi's face was crushed in, and the use of his sight liimited at best. He was at the disadvantage physically, but that was allright... he never was much into the belief that physical violence is the best anyway.::

I care not of honor Jedi, right you are. But I was a Jedi myself, and it seems hypocritical that you would use such deception Jedi. A testimony of everything the Jedi are indeed.

::Damon closed his mind to the outside world and focused on the opponent before him, the little Padawan could still use the Force to guide his attacks, so he would have to put some distance between them. he stretched his hand out again, once more trying to tap into the darkness, he found it more dificult this time. He wagered this was because of his relative novice knowledge of its usage. He strugled to find his rage again and did. Akrabbim felt the sands shift under him, and if he could have, would have looked down to see the current like grains shifting bellow him, Moving him away from Damon, away from his enemy. There was a good 30 to 40 meters between Damon and the Jedi now. Ample room to make his move. He called out through the Force to the Jedi.::

"You should have left at my first warning. Now you'll stay much longer."

::Akrabbim felt the sands shift under him once more and attempted to walk forward to face Void. But as he tried he found his legs would not move, for the shifting sands had began to draw him down into the Tatooine desert, the dunes began to cover his body, his legs, then his waste until he was absorbed up to his chest. Unable to move Damon now struck. Exploding through the desert wind like a Hurricane came Force blow after Force blow, striking the Jedi in the chest, the face, the ribs. Shattering crack after shattering crack, the Jedi's body was pummeled by the assault, his blood splattered from his broken face unto the desert sands turning them a sickening red. The Jedi finally found relief as Damon's breathing hardened, he was not all that experienced in the dark forces, and this had taken quite a bit out of him. He stopped his attacks and began to rest and wait to see if the Jedi had anything left himself.::

[Akrabbim]

OOC: Yeah... messenger (akrabbim@hotmail.com) or ICQ, which I prefer (25134493).

IC: Akrabbim nearly loses conciousness from the pain of the blows. He makes a last ditch effort to save himself. He makes it appear as though he has sunken into the sand fully, just out of sight. He raises his sword above his head, preparing for one final jab. If Damon will just come near, he can strike, possibly disabling him. If he attempts to strike with the Force again, Akrabbim may not stay concious. He concentrates, using the Force exclusively to sense Damon's presence and to keep up the illusion. Now, all that remains is to wait.

[Damon Void]

OOC: Thanks I'll try to get you on MSN, everytime I've tried to downlowd ICQ it's crashed my system

IC: ::Damon looked up, a bit surprised he realized Akrakbbim was now lower in the sands than before, up to his neck.::

"The Force blows must have loosened the sands and driven him in deeper. How..."

::He gave a twisted smile::

"Convenient."

::Hobling up to one leg he found a nearby stick, probably had been drug out there by some animal. It was warped and twisted, almost like a twisting knott of roots,::

"Rather appropriate."

::Lifting the branch with the Force he brought it under his left arm and balanced himself against it. He slowly limped his way over to Akrabbim's location. As he neared the Jedi he stopped, about 5-7 meters in front of him just out of the Jedi's strike range. Damon looked from side to side, something was not right here, everything seemed normal enough, but... something felt... OFF. He looked back at Akrabbim. There was a higher concentration of Force energy around him, Lightside energy. He took a step back farther yet. Void was no fool, he could sense a trap building around him.::

What are you doing Jedi?

::Damon's voice echoed throughout the Force.::

OOC: If we could finish this up relatively soon, I need to continue storyline that takes place after the fight. Did LL give you my message by any chance?

[Project Unicron]

Mod: Please remove.

[Akrabbim]

Akrabbim prepares for his final attack as the wounded Damon hobbles closer. Unfortunately, he stops, far out of range. Akrabbim realizes he is far too injured to fight much longer. He cannot see... his eyes have long since swelled shut. Using the Force as his guide, he hurls his katana at Damon, allowing it to penetrate fully, and then yanking it back. The illusion once covering his sword was now dropped, revealing the gleaming quantum metal blade beneath. Thus, the wound bleeds mightily instead of cauterizing. Unfortunately, the blade stabbed him in the right leg. The non-functioning leg. But Akrabbim did not notice the miss. He did not notice much at all. He had used up all his strength in maintaining the illusions and the final throw. After bringing his sword back to him, he collapsed, unconcious.


OOC: How's that for ending it? And I got the message.

[Damon Void]

OOC: Yep that'll do er, thanks. Well fought, made me push myself harder in every move. :)

IC: ::Void flinched in pain as the Katana stabbed through his injured leg, his wounds were painful indeed, but they were wounds of victory. He smiled putting the pain out of his mind as he saw the jedi fall forward. It was indeed over, he considered taking the Jedi's own weapon and ending his meesly life, but decided it would be more enjoyable to simply let him lie here, he chuckled as the Jedi's blood soaked into the yellow sands of the desert. Hobbling back onto his make shift crutch he headed in the direction of the town he had originally been moving towards. He hoped that Phantom hadn't left yet, the Jedi had delayed his meeting with the Sith Lord. He hubbled his way towards town::

"Annoying Jedi, if Phantom's left allready I'll go back and tear his heart out."

::Void grumbled to himself angrily. He hobbled his way across the sand covered streets, and found himself at a small tavern on the edge of town.::

"The Happy Sow Inn"

::Void chuckled as he read the sign outside the tavern, and hobled inside. Glancing around he noticed Phantom at a back table and gritted his teeth limping his way over.::

[Damon Void]

TTT Anyone seen Phantom around?

Edit: Phantom?

[Darth Phantom]

:: sitting in the darkened corner Phantom takes a drink of whisky. before he sets his glass down he feels Void enter the bar. He glances at Voids new found limb and smiles. As Void nears the table Phantom pushes out a chair for him through the force. Void sits in the chair slowly clinching his teeth ::

Greetings Damon

"Phantom"

:: Void nods his head in respect to the Lord of Darkness ::

What has happened?

"A Jedi ambushed me"

Mmmm, I have something that may have made this worth wild

:: A small oak box lifts from the ground and is set in front of Void ::

"Whats this?"

Open it

:: Void places his hands on the lid of the box and slowly opens it, as the object comes into few, a grin engulfs Voids entire face ::

Join us...

[Damon Void]

::Damon grinned from ear to ear as he saw what the box contained, the lightsaber of Sage Hazzard, the brother of the only woman he had ever loved, and the person who had caused him more pain than anyone else has ever. Damon reached out to touch the saber, and Phantom slammed his hand down closing the lid tight::

"Well Damon? The choice is yours..."

::Damon stared at the closed box, and thought back to the fight, how much help a lightsaber would have been, as well as how much easier the fight would have been if he had proper training in the darkside... Maybe, just maybe the Sith had much more to offer than he had previously considered. Damon pushed Phantom's hand off the lid and opened the box again, this time reaching in and grabbing hold of the saber::

I accept.

::Damon grinned slightly and looked up to see Phantom with a pleased grin on his face as well::

[Darth Phantom]

Very Well

: : He says with a grin ::

Come I will take you

: : Phantom rises to his feet and helps Void to his own through the force. Carrying Void Phantom makes his way through the city to where the Hell Raiser was parked. He lowers the rear ramp and helps Void in, he closes the hatch and ignites his engines. moments later they are on their way to The Sith Empire ::