Any WEAK Sith apprentice want to spar???

[Jedit Quarv]

I want a Sith apprentice to spar with. I don't care how good you say you are I have never lost a spar in my life.

[Mark Fenix]

"I have no idea who you are..." Mark Fenix said from behind the pathetic little Jedi, tossing his robes aside to reveal his fighting suit, "or what your win/loss record is. I just know that you have a big mouth that needs to be shut up. Just take this as a warning, speak that way about any Sith again and someone will silence you. Now, I need not waste my time, I'll see you in the afterlife."

[Jeseth Cloak]

Coward.

[Mark Fenix]

"Hmm. Jedit, if you are so sure of yourself, why don't you challenge two "weak" Sith at a time? My comrad Vapor and I are merely disciples of the Sith arts, and are inexperienced. I'm sure that you, with your "unbeatable record", shouldn't need help."

Mark uses the force to call out to Vapor Kazuna.

[Jedi Cadet]

"Oh cr@p." Cadet says walking up behind Jedit. "The only reson why he is undefeated is because he has only spared with his friend from the GJO, Mark and Jeseth."

::Cadet looks at Jedit.::

"What do you think you are doing??" She asks him

[Trist Aren]

OOC: Aren't you the cocky one, Fenix? Take him on yourself. Calling in the calvary is an act that gains no honor.

[Darkestsith6]

:: As mistd was upon them, out of it came DS6. ::

' You guys talk to much, it seems you all need some decipline. I will take anyone of you on or just two weak ones, it doesn't matter hahahahahahaaaahha '

:: DS6 ignite his saber. ::

[Trist Aren]

Trist Aren, Dark Jedi, stood watching, clenching his fist. These headstrong Sith aprentices couldn't seem to grasp the situation and execute a resolution in a flawless manner.

He would change that, a step at a time.

He thumbed his lightsaber to life, the scimitar blade pearcing the aura around him. A mix of sky blue untarnished white, the blade was like a crooked icicle, perhaps a mirror of Trist's soul...

He slid down the hill, the feet that were hidden under the hem of his cloak making no noticable movement. The V-neck of his shroud exposed his pale white flesh, bublng from the inside.

He stretched out a bony hand, flicked his wrist. A burst of the force hit DS6 hard in the chest with a *WHUMPH*.

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Good show.

Jeseth stands by watching with curiousity.

[Jedit Quarv]

OOC:If your wondering why I'm undefeted it's beacause I never sparred before and I'm really nervous beacause my
friend Andrew(Anakis Moreven) said I should fight a Sith
apprentice until I get a Master. O.K.

[Anakis Moreven]

*Anakis steps up behind the young jedi*

"This boy is my good friend. I don't want you to stick your long boogery noses into his face. Now, I have to go yell at Jedit. C'mon, Cadet, let's get out of here."

[Darkestsith6]

:: DS6 stubbled back a bit and stopped. He uses sense and force pushed strait ahead of him. Blastinf trist Aren back. ::

' Shall we? '

[Mark Fenix]

"Cloak? What say you about taking on both of these nitwits? Aren and Quarv, of course. I don't want to waste my time with asking Darkesttwit 6, so what do ya' say? I always thought a multi-person fight would be interesting."

[Darkestsith6]

' No problem with me, lets get started, might I ask your sith status? '

[Firebird1]

*Firebird1 watches on.*
Well, well what have we here....




OOC: *Beats self with shovel*

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Apologies, but I'm not here to fight, just watching. BTW, Trist Aren is a Dark Jedi of TBH, and far from a nitwit.

[Darkestsith6]

OOC: That's what he will be when i get done with him

[Jedi Cadet]

Anakis your the only one that is going to get yelled at. ::Cadet yells at Anakis the rest of the way to the ship so loud that the sith can hear her untill the door of the ship closes.::

[Jeseth Cloak]

Get back here Cadet thing!

[Trist Aren]

Trist nodded, his anger mounting. Gracefully, he extended the hand in which he clutched his lightsaber behind him, twirling his other arm and grinning as he arched his back into a mock bow. He straightened, closed his eyes, waiting for the Sith to retaliate.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet walks back to where Jeseth is.::

"You called oh idiot-sith-that-likes-to-hang-out-with-jedi?" Cadet says to Jeseth.

::Cadet grins evily at him.::

[Jeseth Cloak]

"Hm..."

Cadet is sent to the ground as Disorder's blades suddenly slash across her face, blood streaking down her neck and over Jeseth's hand. The crimson beam comes to life in a snap-hiss. The Dark Jedi spits on her and kicks her in the chest, sending her tumbling for a few feet. He glares at her for a moment.

"Rise, and face your trials - If you shall not atone for your crimes, then you will die..."

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet starts to get up. She looks around to find herself surounded by the sith. Cadet is yanked to her feet by Jeseth holding her sholder.::

"Ag. What did I do?" Cadet asks as Jeseth holds here there.

[Jeseth Cloak]

The only answer she recieved was a crimson beam piercing through her stomach. Jeseth watched her crawl and writhe in agony. She rolled onto her back and breathed heavily, clutching the wound. Jeseth looked down at her, bringing the tip of Disorder right to her throat with a quick hum - She should have defended herself while she had the chance.

"I need to speak with you in a more private setting. Will you come with me?"

The glowing blade clame closer to her throat, as if awaiting her answer before satisfying it's thirst for blood.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet slowly nods staring at Jeseth. She is pulled to her feet by two of the other sith and draged behind Jeseth. Cadet uses the force to start to heal herself while they are walking.::

[Darkestsith6]

' Going away so soon, i thoough you guys would put up a better fight. Well I would epect it from worthless sith like you '

[Jeseth Cloak]

(occ)Jedi Cadet, I'm doing this by myself, not with the other two. I'm totally seperate from what's going on here.

(ic) Jeseth picks her up, removing her saber from her belt and placing it at his, along with Disorder. He puts Jedi Cadet into his ship and shuts the door, ignoring the foolish rantings of the commoner outside. His attention turns to her compleately as he begins to apply bacta to her wound.

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet flinches away from him. He hold her still.::

"What do you want Jesesth?" Cadet asks him.

::Cadet stares at him.::

[Jeseth Cloak]

"To save you from the path to destruction which you so gingerly choose to walk. I beleive that there may be help for you yet. Who is your master?"

The ship takes off, hardly making a motion from an inward perspective.

[Jedi Cadet]

"JK Leia Solo. Why?" Cadet asks him.

::Cadet looks around the ship.::

"Where are you taking me?"

[Trist Aren]

Trist looked up, and yelled. "DS6, show yourself and retaliate, you stupid brute."

[Mark Fenix]

"I dunno, DS6, he looks like too much for you to take. However, you seem to know how to run your mouth. Aren, I hope you teach this fool a lesson."

[Darkestsith6]

' I know this guys sith level and he is way below mine. He is an apprentice and I am a warriror, i will teach him not to mess with people 3 times his power. How about when I get done with him you battle me right after, Mark? '

:: DS6 attacks Aren, he runs about a feet away from Aren. He jumps over while nailing a knee to his stomach. He grabs his head, flips over his body, and slams his head into the ground, almost snapping his neck. DS6 lets Aren get up, when Aren is upto his knees. He quickly runs and gives a knee right into Aren's face. He back up about 10 feet, and lets Aren make the move. ::

[Jeseth Cloak]

(ooc) Remove Jerred Rez from your victims list. That's my other character and I left that battle because you were god moding, and I honestly just would rather not have finnished it. There was no lose or win there for either him or yourself.

[Darkestsith6]

OOC: Ok, you could have just told me, in that topic

[Jeseth Cloak]

He turns to Cadet once more, injecting her with a synringe full of nerve inhibitors. Her body falls limp.

"That all depends on where you want to go..."

[Jedi Cadet]

::Cadet lays on the ground of the ship. With the last of her strangth, she sends a force message to the GJO like a communication.::

[Trist Aren]

"Sith?" inquired Trist, scornfully. He gathered the blood in his mouth under his tongue and spat it onto the gravel below. "You see me spit at the accusation." He grabbed a bt of the bloodstained earth and rubbed it inbetween a his fingers. "And you are not more powerful, fool. Physically, maybe. But smell isn't everything." He smirked at his wit.

In the ultimate task of belittlement, he thumbed off his lightsaber. With an upsweep, the inactive hilt crashed into the opposition's jaw. A satisfying crunch swept the area.

[Darkestsith6]

:: DS6 quickly grabbed the unlit saber and fkipped it, making Astrin go with it. DS6 not letting Astrin hit the floor, put his knee instead and let Astrin fall right on with his back. Astrin, now laying on DS6's legs. DS6 then does a kick chop at the neck of Astring making him flipp backwards finally into the ground. DS6 sees that Astrin has drobbed his saber this time, and force pushes it a few feet away. ::

' That strike was a minor hit to my face, for I wear a metal mask,fool. You think you have more wits than me, ha. I bet you couldn't think of a way to attack me, while getting the saber at the same time. Even if you did, I would quickly attack you with a strait out hit into your body. You are stuck this time. '