Eraser (open challenge to a Jedi)

[Vega Van Derveld]

OOC: Usual rules. Setting, obviously, tatooine. No rocks nearby. Basically in the middle of a completely open desert.

IC:

The baren desertland of Tatooine. Burning hot land with embossed tracks of long gone travellers swept over by the shifting sands of time. Mounded dunes which by tomorrow could well have moved to the other side of the area simply by the power of nature. Nothing here ever stayed. It was always somehow erased...

:: The Sith Knight sat rested against a dune in the Tatooine dune sea. He had been here not too long ago to battle with one who he had now grown to think of as his arch-nemesis, Anakis Moreven. The sands were warm as per usual and not a creature was to be seen in sight. The bulky TIE Phantom Praetor Fenix could be seen from parsecs off against the creamy background upon which it was situated.

Vega ran his tongue over his parched lips and slowly began to speak. ::

Come out, come out, where ever you are...

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

OOC: this isn't written after the fight with Malice. Hope it's ok if i join...

[Vega Van Derveld]

OOC: Cool with me.

IC:

:: The Sith brought both his hands to his hips and looked upon the Jedi before him. It was a Jedi he had encountered only once before upon following an innocent to.. destroy.

Ah, Kenobi..

Vega removed Seraphim from his belt, talking the sleek metal hilt into his hand. Thumbing it to life a familiar snap hiss emitted from the bright yellow blade. A loud hum could be heard as the Knight swept the weapon in a small arc infront of his person, bringing it to a halt just infront of his body where upon he took it into both hands.

His gloves clasped firmly around his saber, hood and robes still shielding his features, Vega looked the picture perfect Sith.

.. It's so nice to see you again. Let us see if you shall befall the fate of one of your ancestors shall we?

By this, Vega was refering to the once Jedi Knight Ben Kenobi, a.k.a Obi-Wan.

Have at you now.. arm yourself and let us begin..

The Knight took a firm position on one of the flatter areas of sand, concentrating upon the darkside. ::

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

*The Jedi paced to the right. His eyes not leaving those of his opponent. Or what he though were Vega's eyes. The shadows from his hood covered his face, and it was only when he was passing his sabre in front of him that Teka could see his face - well the yellow glow from his Seraphim sabre.*

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: The brute Sith lurched forward with a violent swing of his saber. Teka jumped back a little to dodge the attack.

Oh, mutilating a few of your light following friends, Teka. Nothing interesting..

The blade of Seraphim hummed through the air, clashing with Kenobi's blue blade. The two sabers bounced against each other, once, twice, thrice, each time at a different position as the combatants moved to defend of attack their opponent. Every time the blades struck white light would flare up about the auras of the weapons, merging them for a moment.

.. you?

At a stalemate Vega growled and swept his saber up in a power vertical motion, knocking Kenobi off guard for a bare moment. The Knight took this chance to flip over the Padawan. Once landed within the sand he stablized his posture and delivered a swift, force enhanced kick into the small of Tekas back. The Jedi stumbled forward a few paces and Vega thrust his saber beam towards his upper back, aiming for a penetrating shot ::

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

With a swift unorthadox move Teka arched his back and bringing his sabre down behind it he blocked the strike quite efficiantly. He quickly spun round trying to catch Vega off-guard but it was to no avail. Blocking a few more strikes Teka spun low trying to knock Vega off his feet. Vega simply jumped into the air. Avoiding a mind air kick Teka jumped back and then struk at his head. Vega's Seraphim came up horizontally to keep Teka's sabre from making a diagonall slice through his head.*

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

OOC: If ya didn't know the hasso stance is the one that Qui gon jinn is always doing in TPM

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega de-ignited Seraphim and slipped it down his sleeve partly, keeping it out of harms way for the moment. He then moved forward into what look like a dive tackle towards Teka. However this was not has tactic. The Sith sprung forward onto his hands and locked his ankles tightly around Henobis neck. With a sharp movement he flicked his legs to the side, sending Teka stumbling across the dunes to the right.

The Sith rolled backwards to his feet, re-igniting Seraphim as he rushed at the Jedi. With a force enhanced jump he bound into the air, swooping down upon his opponent, saber whoosing through the air.

fzzzzm

Again the sabers clashed with each other casting bright sparks of energy into the air. Tekas face was illuminated blue on each strike, as was the hood of Vegas robe illuminated a deep yellow, like that of the first of Tatooines suns.

The heat bet down upon the engaged warriors with the force of a thousand fires, but neither seemed wavered by it at the moment. At least, not noticably.

That may have been the past case but your streak of luck shall end here..

Thrusting his free hand firmly forward a dark energy emitted from his hand, pushing Teka back across the sand a little further, giving time for Vega to charge at him again, removing the hilt of Tarot from his belt, igniting the deep red blade ::

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

*Without Vega even noticing Teka had already unseathed Lux. As Vega neared he had a darkish orange glow covering his face. Vega charged out striking at the still floored Teka with both sabres. Two flashes of red and orange were met by two flashes of blue and white. Teka lifted his leg bringing Vega right over him and crasheing down to the sandy gound in and instant both were up, and again fighting with the familiar humming and crashing sounds.*

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega brought Tarot and Seraphim infront of his body to create a dark firey like cross.

Luck is a trait you will be praying for, Jedi..

Lux and Pax met with Vegas sabers sharply as the two warriors began a dance of death, their weapons bounding against each other for only brief seconds before swooping around to defend another, dis-similiar strike.

..for today your skills will be worthless.

Teka lunged forward to strike Vega, and to avoid this Vega flipped back through the air, his Sith robes flapping violently about him in a black cascading mass of material. He thudded down to the ground and spun his weapons in an intricate pattern, taking on a stance in which he had one foot infront of the other space evenly between, sabers held high in an offensive manner. ::

For the power of the Sith is unsurpassable..

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

*Teka came forward a few paces and began to speak*

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega uttered a small, sneer of a laugh. His hood feel back from his face then, revealing his features as he moved forward towards Teka, edging across the sand in a position much used by a finally tuned swordsman.

Ha. What lies you speak, Kenobi.

The Knight flipped cleanly of the Padawan, almost catching the top of Teka's head with one saber. Upon landing Vega pivoted on his foot to knock Kenobi forward. As Kenobi stumbled a wave of darkness suddenly flooded over him. It was not a mind trick, merely Vegas robes shielding over his eyes as Vega appeared infront of him, lunging a saber shot at his gut ::

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

OOC: OK well i'm not really sure what you just did in IC so please corrtect me if i am wrong...

[Vega Van Derveld]

Just because you claim to be protector of truth, Kenobi, does not mean that you yourself speak it...

:: The force struck Kenobi hard in the chest sending him tumbling back against a sand dune. He fell to the ground with a light thud and upon looking upwards saw the enraged Sith careering towards him.

With swift action Teka got to his feet but not quick enough to combat against a sharp kick that Vega was about to deliver to his lower body. Almost immeadiately after the hit had been taken Teka felt a sharp pain in his upper right leg. He looked down to see that Vega had plunged the very tip of Tarot into his leg, a manic grin upon his face ::

[Jedi Teka Kenobi]

*Immeadiately Teka used the force to calm down the sharp insistant pain in his leg. He jumped forward roling over one down the sand hill. He could see the Sith standing s few metres away on top of the sand dune.*

[Boba Fett]

Fett hid behind a rock at least 20 meters away from the Jedi. He could not be sensed because of the Ysalimiri Ruben was holding in it's nutrient cage. He looked across to Ruben and nodded.

Quietly, Fett reached for his net gun. Fett readied the gun and his jetpack. Slowly he zoomed in with his macrobinoculars. He couldn't screw this one up.

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega strafe rolled across the sand and got to his feet. He looked to Teka with a sly grin upon his face reflecting his opinions on his words.

Deluded little child..

The Knight charged forward and dove upon Teka, bringing both sabers towards his head. Again they crashed to the sand, but this time Vegas sabers were locked hard with Tekas, his knees and weight holding the Jedi against the dune.

Give in fool..

Kenobi could feel the dark side around him as the Sith loomed over him, a dark glare in his eyes. ::

[Boba Fett]

At that moment, Fett flew out of his hiding place, jetpacks activated. The Jedi padawan was so busy keeping his balance with Vega, he didn't see Fett coming. The Hunter targeted Teka and pulled the trigger.

The net flew out like a catapult, knocking Teka in the head. The Jedi fell over, and the net expanded covering him. Fett quickly whipped out his rifle and set it to stun. He leveled it with the squirming Jedi and shot. The padawan stopped twitching and fell unconscious. The Hunter took the ysalimiri out of the nutrient cage. It curled up beside the Jedi. Fett turned back to Ruben.

"Go get the ship, make sure the energy cage is ready." Fett said.

[Ruben Drail Jr]

(Ruben glanced to Fett with a light nod and got to his feet, sprinting over to the Slave 1. He scrambled up the gang way ramp and headed up into the cockpit, starting up the ship.)

"Great, this is going well so far.."

(Knocking the accelerator into full power the ship whirred loudly for a second before chuntering over to a few metres from Bobas position. Ruben stood up in the cockpit a looked down to where Fett, the Jedi and the shocked Sith were. The energy cage lay behind him on the floor, ready to be taken out if things went according to plan.)

[Boba Fett]

Fett loaded the stunned Jedi into the universal energy cage, along with the ysalimiri in it's nutrient cage. He locked the cage and boarded it onto the ship with the help of Ruben. Fett turned back to regard the Sith.

"Thanks for the help. Take the saber." Fett said. He threw Vega the saber.

Fett turned again and walked off. He would fly the ship while Ruben guarded the Jedi.

"I'll get in contact with the Diktat on Coruscant. Make sure the Jedi doesn't move."

The Slave 1 rose off the ground and blasted off into the sky.

OOC: Teka, this RP continues <a href=http://pub24.ezboard.com/fgalacticmilitaryalliancefrm47.showMessage?topicID =4.topic>here</a>

[Vega Van Derveld]

:: Vega gave a sneer as the light saber hilt landed at his feet. He said nothing, calling the blade to his hand. It was partly covered in sand and as he clasped it within a gloved hand he could feel the heat from the blade still in its aura.

(Interesting indeed, very interesting...)

Vega turned, dissapointed at the fact that two people had arrived and taken away his prey for the day. With a light sigh he glanced back over his shoulder to see the ship heading off into the distance.

Damned bounty hunters..

Slipping his new saber into his robes he walked slowly back towards his ship, cursing beneath his breath ::

[Ruben Drail Jr]

(The Jedi looked quite weak he thought. Weren't they meant to be strong and well built? Maybe the Jedi were the thinkers and the Sith the fighters? To be honest, who gave a damn? He had just bagged a Jedi which entitled him to 50 mil. and the anatomy of the Jedi wasn't something that he really cared about.)

"Ok, Fett."

(With a raised eyebrow he peered down at the.. boys?.. mans?.. however old he was he had a scar across his face.)

"Looks like this one has had a good tussle or two in the past Fett, he might be a high ranker.."

(Fett didn't seem all that bothered, he was engrossed in piloting the ship. Ruben shrugged lightly, keeping a watchful eye on their ticket to creditsville.)