The Blood of the Jedi.. (Challenge to Satine)

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT stood on a old petrified stump, overlooking the vast wastelands... How suiting a battleground.. The planet had once been one of glory, now little more than a brownish grey speck in space.. There was nothing here anymore.. a Barely breathable atmosphere, endless fields of barren rock in front of him, and behind him, a lifeless desert that nearly stretched half way around the planet.. Holovids had shown that the desert was all that was left of a once crystal-clear ocean.. *

... Yes... this will indeed be a good location for the demise of the Jedi... I just hope he shows soon...

*MnT's face fell into a look of pure hatred, as he closed his eyes, and thought about the last battle.. (http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage ?topicID=3474.topic) It had gone nicely, he had expected no more than an enjoyable fight, and it had gone that way, until the end... The comment Satine had made.... how DARE the Jedi dishonor him like that.. And then, once he had returned to his master, (http://pub59.ezboard.com/fthesempirefrm1.showMessage?topicID=76.topic) the complete disgust she'd seemed to have felt about the match.. This would not do.. this would not do at all...*

........

*MnT took the crystal dagger from the sheath he had fashioned for it, inside his trenchcoat, and looked it over... Soon enough, it would be all but permenantly stained with the blood of Satine... Honor held little merit in the upcoming battle... Satine had proven by that comment that he was not worth the honor.. He would find himself the first in quite a long time to experiance MnT's full rage.....*

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[Satine Capashen]

Alpha walks up, a short sleeved black trenchcoat covering his weapons belt. On his back he wore his broadsword and his second sword, ShadowBane. The Jedi senses Miryan's anger and tsks.

"My, my, my. Aren't you angry today...You didn't enjoy your mastre's scolding I take it?"

Alpha ignites his white-bladed sabre with a snap-hiss recognized throughout the galaxy. Alpha's helmet slies over his head as his jumpsuit and trenchcoat turns into his customary armor and wings.

"Lt's fight!"

Alpha gets into a fighting stance, his blade held in a low defense.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Left without word at the mere sight of the Jedi, MnT reached down to his belt with both hands, crossing them over his torso.. He quickly grabbed both of his sabers, Life in the left, Death in the right, and brought his arms back across, a simultaneous snap-hiss punctuating the motion. Quickly, and without noticable transition, MnT went from his standing position to a full-out dash, nearing the Jedi with a speed Satine had not seen before..*

... You Honorless Bastard!

*As MnT got into striking distance, he thrust Life out to meet Satine's blade, holding Death up ready to strike. As the two blade's clashed in a fury of sparks, MnT's strength, combined with momentum, lent to the success of knocking Satine not only off his feet, but down onto his back as well. Letting the momentum carry him, MnT jump-rolled over Satine's body as he fell, thrusting Death down into the ground, barely a fraction of an inch from Satine's neck..*

*As he was about to reach the ground, MnT grinned wickedly, and edged Death just a little bit closer to Satine's throat. This time, the blade cut.*

*MnT landed in a double-somersault that carried him a good 9 feet away from the Jedi, and back onto his feet. He quickly turned back, and noticed the Jedi still on the ground, partially in shock from the cut, partially wondering why it was bleeding as much as it was..*

*He considered, for a moment, dashing back an extra dozen or so feet, before setting up his defense, after all, the more space between him and the opponent, the more time he had to prepare a defense.. However, that meant more physical effort on his part, and less pain on Satine's part.... Screw that..*

*Attaching the two sabers together temporarily, making, in essence, a double-bladed saber, MnT held his right hand out towards Satine, and began concentrating on the force, in order to put as much strength behind this as he could spare.*

*He waited for Satine to begin to stand up, and timed the attack for when his balance would be at it's worst. The following force push toppled Satine over sideways, cracking his head against the ground hard, before spinning him through the air about 20 feet, and dumping him back down right arm first in a particularly cracked and sharp-edge-ridden section of ground..*

*MnT knew that Satine had hit hard enough that his helmet would not have helped much, and grinned wickedly as he called out to the Jedi..*

... You'll Find I'm Not So Easy an Opponent Now...

*Preparing himself in defense, MnT chuckled softly, as the Jedi was surely going to try something special and fancy, so he could say the same thing... Predictability at it's best...*

[Satine Capashen]

Knowing that the Sith was expecting one of Alpha's suprise moves, ones tht could shock an opponent, Alpha slowly gets to his feet, and ignites his secnd sabre, a black-bladed one.

Alpha jumps towards Miryan and slices right with one sabre and left with the other. The blades collide with Miryan's and a contest of strength insues. Miryan would've won the test, if not for a boot in his gut, delivered by the Jedi and knocking the Sith back.

"Honorless bastard? I should kill you just for that. But I'll settle for you telling me what I've done to you lately."

Alpha slams Miryan with the butt of his sabre, making a crack-ing sound, and dazing Miryan. Alpha backs off, and prepars to defend himself again, his wings folding arund him for added armor.

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: italics means MnT's thinking to himself, therefore there's no way Satine would have heard that /=) Therefore, I'll ignore the comment.

IC:

*MnT quickly shook off the faze, and snapped his head up, his eyes glaring at the Jedi with the ferocity of one possessed by a demon..*

.. Such complete bloodthirst... One wonders what makes him think he's Jedi...

*MnT stepped off, breaking quickly into a full dash.. He wondered for a moment, how Satine planned on defending, with his wings wrapped around him.. Suddenly, he leapt up, swinging his right leg forwards in a powerful snap-kick, aimed at the Jedi's face. The wing did succeed in taking the blow, but didn't succeed in not becoming largely dented, or in stopping the strength of the blow from knocking Satine back, off balance.. Using the force to further enhance his already incredible speed and strength, MnT brought his other leg up into another kick, still in mid-jump, that smashed Satine's wing into his helmet, denting It in, and further disbalancing him. Finally, he unleashed a third kick which not only crushed Satine's nose with his heavily dented wings and helmet, but knocked him back down to the ground..*

....

*Normally, MnT would have stopped there, but instead, he waited for Satine to unwrap his wings, before quickly slashing Death out again, deepening the cut on Satine's neck, and further opening the already constant flow of blood..*

*Grinning wicked, MnT leapt backwards, providing more than enough distance between him and the Jedi, so that he could easily detect and defend against anything Satine could throw at him*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha hisses in pain as his armor flows around the cut, and his wings reform into a trenchcoat.

"Impressive...You've gtten better...But so have I. Now to put it in full gear!"

Alpha jumps back to his feet, swinging hia white bladed sabre in an arc, aimed for Miryan's head. As th Sith bloks it, Alpha aims his wirst at the Sith, an fires a blast from the concealed plasma gun there. The silver energy slam hed on to Miryan, knocking him back, and burning him slightly, enough to make the skin blacken. Alpha gets into a fighting stance, breathing heavily. As Miryn recovers, Alpha blocks one after another of the Sith's attacks, and even striking back with some of his own. As Alpha feels the bloodlust begin, Alpha keeps the bloodlust at a mall level, using it to gain just a little more strength and speed. Alpha dodges a strike to his shoulder and strikes back with an attack aimed at Miryan's kneecap.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha watches the fight from a distance. She had followed Miryan to this place, knowing that Satine would awnser the challenge. She extends her senses around her, onguard for the unexpected as she observes ::

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha stops just short of Miryan's knee and pulls away, jumping backwards. The Jedi senses someone he really didn't want to see at the moment. Sorsha the Kat.

Alpha's wings form again and Alpha tries to follow where she is hiding. Alpha is slammed by a Force wave, knocking him to the ground. by where Kat is hiding, and next to Miryan. The Sith grabs him by the neck and throws him across a span of a couple metres, Alpha landing with a huge crash. The young Jedi gets back up, and back into a fighting stance, his helemt now removed, showing his face covered in blood.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*MnT almost grins at the sight of the Jedi's bloodied face, but it doesn't surface, due to the increasing anger building up inside him.. Not only did the Jedi display a Complete lack of honor by firing a Hidden Gun at him, but he Also allowed himself to become completely distracted from their battle.. He knew Sorsha was there, he could sense her presence.. Didn't mean he was going to drop his guard...*

*Suddenly, he bolted forwards, both sabers out-stretched and ready for battle.. As he got into range, he twisted himself sideways to the left, avoided a thrust towards him, and placed Life in-between the blade and him, while slashing Death out towards Satine. Satine backed off just out of the way of the blade, his trenchcoat still finding itself cut.. Continuing the spin, MnT turned so his left side was now closest to the Jedi, he quickly brought Life into position to block an attack that was coming for his throat, while thrusting Death towards Satine's stomach. A quick hop almost completely cleared him, the exception being a small burn mark on his flesh, where the saber had almost touched. Preparing Life to defend against the next attack, MnT quickly flipped Death into a military-style grip, unleashing a hard punch across Satine's Jaw, as he continued to spin. Moving his hand down and across as the Jedi backed away, another long cut formed across the Jedi's chest, from left to right, top to bottom, from MnT's blade. The smell of burned flesh only added to the frenzy, and, suddenly adding force enhancing to his attack, MnT twisted himself around, leaping into the air with a powerful whirl-wind kick that connected hard with Satine's face, twisting him around and knocking him backwards. Before even reaching the ground, MnT brought himself into position to sweep-kick the legs out from under his opponent, which he did, the counter-clockwise spin still going. Finally, reaching down with his hands as he faced away from the Jedi, he pushed up with all his strength, snapping his right leg back in a crushing reverse-kick that smashed against Satine's chest, made audible by a few almost simultaneous cracks..*

*As the Jedi fell to the ground, MnT stopped the momentum of the spin, and step by step, began backing away, preparing himself in a defensive position..*

OOC: The entire spin-barrage takes place in the course of about 4-5 seconds, so it's not like a long drawn out thing.. Jes thought I'd clarify, cause it's a sweet image in my mind ^_^

[Satine Capashen]

{OOC:I have to admit, that was one of the sweetest attacks I've seen lately. Awsome!}

Alpha gasps as two, maybe three, ribs break. The Jedi Padawan slowly gets back to his feet, barely blocking a few slashes, and getting burned by another one. Alpha's armor doesn't form over the cuts this time, instead it forms talons on the hands and feet.

"Let's do this!"

Alpha jumps, ignoring the pain from his wounds, and slashes quickly and repeadtly (sp), making Miryan work hard just to block. As they lock sabres together, Alpha smiles and kicks with a taloned boot, cutting into the Sith's gut. Alpha dances away, preparing for another attack...

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Cringing in pain from the attack, MnT held his left hand up to the wound instinctively.. It was fairly deep, but not enough of a problem to worry about right now.. *

*His face lightening up into a quiet laugh, MnT spoke, quiet enough that he could have been mistaken as talking to himself, but he knew Satine could hear..*

... I figured you'd use those...

*Finishing his sentance, he again attached the 2 sabers together, and reached into an inside pocket, pulling out two 6-inch long scythe like blades, with a metal rod extending from the blunt end of each of the blades. Kneeling down, he took each, inserting them into connectors he had added to the fronts of his boots...*

*Standing back up, he took a saber into each hand again, and held each out away from his body at 45 degree angles. He closed his eyes, and slowly inhaled, bringing new energy into his body.. He held it there for a count of 10 seconds, then just as slowly exhaled, expelling bad energy.. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and up to his opponent, a new fury buring within him.*

*He pushed off with his left leg, a leap that carried him about 4 feet forwards, where he landed with both legs, bending them to absorb the impact like a spring. Suddenly, he launched up towards the Jedi, a low arc that quickly covered the distance between the two. He would have landed just a few feet short of striking distance, but instead, he launched a quick force push that propelled him up again. Watching his opponent as he descended, he brought both sabers around to defend, and as the attack came, pushed both of Satine's blades to the side. Both weapons out of the way, his feet descended right along the front of the Jedi's body. The blades carved long deep slices nearly from shoulder to kneecap, before MnT pulled his feet away, and, just in mid-landing, used the momentum to headbutt Satine in the already busted nose, blood splattering everywhere...*

*As Satine lurched back suddenly in pain, MnT thrust both hands forward, another quick force push knocking Satine off balance, and dropping him to the ground..*

... So I brought some of my own...

*Keeping it in his mind, that he would have to make sure to watch out for the Jedi's feet, if they got into a locked saber battle again, MnT hopped backwards until he was a comfortable distance to prepare a defense from any attack, and readied himself..*

OOC: Thanks ^_^

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha's armor flows over his large wounds, pumping adrenaline into his system. As the adrenaline got him more strength and alertness, Alpha also drew on the Force, doubling the speed and strength he had. The Young One smiles and gets to his feet.

Suprisingly, Alpha uses the Force to throw a rock into Miryan's neck instead of a direct attack. As the Sith stumbles, Alpha charges, and slides in next to Miran, slicing off the talons, and then stabbing into the Sith's knee cap.

Alpha rolls away from a counter attack, getting burned from the close shave, and gets back up. He charges the Sith, who is inspecting his knee, and slams Miryan in the jaw with both of his lightsabre hilts.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As the blow sent him over backwards, more instinct and reflex than concious thought caused MnT's good leg to kick up hard, the jagged remains of the blade catching the Jedi in the soft fleshy part, behind his chin, and in between both sides of his jawbone. As he continued to fall backwards, the point carried Satine with it, before pulling out abut half way down with a sickeningly wet sound.. *

*In mid-fall, MnT regained his senses, but it took until just as he touched the ground, before he launched an attack. Quickly snapping his leg back in again, he used force-enhanced speed to bring his foot into position, and kick out. The crushing stomp-kick caught Satine in the already injured ribs, further cracking them, and launching him up and away a few feet..*

*Quickly rolling away, and getting to his feet, MnT continued expecting the knee-wound, testing it to see how bad the injury was... Fortunately, his baggy cargos had helped in somewhat causing Satine to mispercieve the location of his knee... The cap was sliced through, but just on one side... the leg was still usable, albeit extremely painful..*

*MnT reignit both sabers, and put distance between him and Satine... This time keeping his mind open and wary to anything that he could do, either physical, or via the force.... He would not again be caught off guard like that...*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha hisses in pain as he lands, then smirks.

"Whatsa matter, Sithspawn? Getting a little paranoid now?"

Alpha gets back to his feet, feeling out his injuries. He grimaces at the time it'll take to heal them, but then charges Miryan. As the Sith gets ready to block, Alpha disengages one sabre and unsheathes a dagger--one with a curved blade. As Alpha clashes sabres, he uses a Force blow to knock the Sith backwards. The Jedi takes advantage of the Sith's unbalanced state and stabs into Miryan's right hand, the blade going through and hitting Miryan's sabre hilt. Alpha pulls the blade out and dances away.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Near-growling in pain, MnT backed away, quickly taking Death from his right hand, deigniting both blades, and rehooking them.. He looked down at his hand, and the wound...*

... Bastard... Oh well, it's not like I can't use my left just as well...

*On the thought, he quickly reached up, unsheathing Damnation's touch, and began dashing forward, albeit with somewhat of a limp.. Before nearing, MnT reached out with both the force, and his telepathic abilities, and planted an idea into Satine's head.. In Satine's eyes, MnT tripped clumsily over a rock. As the Jedi started laughing, reality quickly came into focus, as the intense biting pain of Damnation's touch slid into, through, and out the back of Satine's right shoulder. As MnT retrieved the blade, Satine's arm flopped to his side, hanging on by mere flesh...*

... Not at all, delusioned soul....

*As Satine gasped in shock, MnT reared up his good leg, and launched it forward in a force-enhanced stomp-kick that all but shattered his already weakened jaw..*

*As the Jedi fell to the ground, MnT once again backed off, preparing himself for anything...*

OOC: Btw, considering you have a broken nose, multiple broken ribs, a slashed open throat, an open hole to your mouth in behind your chin, and two deep cuts from shoulder to kneecap, your character should Really be in a Little more pain, or having a Little more difficulty than he is...

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha groans and tries getting up, but falls back to the ground. The Jedi has done everything he can think of--except the move that weakened him too much the last fight.

"So this is how it ends, huh?" Alpha asks himself, using a pain shunting technique that has come in handy lately.

The Jedi takes a deep breath, and puts a Force shield up around him to fend off strikes from the Sith. Due to his weakened state, the shield collapses after a few attacks, leaving Alpha vunerable...

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Realizing the condition of the Jedi, MnT stops attacking for a moment, merely staring at the Jedi for a few moments..*

.......

*Finally, he limped up to the Jedi, planted Damnation's Touch in the ground, and brought back his left arm to strike..*

... Good night...

*The Jedi fell to the ground a few feet away, his face a bloody mess... He was still breathing, but it would be understatement to merely call the wounds his body had sustained numerous and extensive... He reached into his trenchcoat, awkwardly retrieving the Crystal dagger from it's sheath on the left side..*

... Here you go Master, the blood of the Jedi...

*Kneeling down on his good leg, he plunged the dagger deep into Satine's chest... He held it there a moment, before collecting it again, at the same time unhooking and taking the Jedi's golden saber... Standing up, he watched the blood run down the edge of the blade, almost dripping off before he twisted the dagger around, causing it to run back down over the crystal.....*

... Time to bring these back to Lordess Dalethria...

*Turning around, MnT caught himself in mid-step...*

... No, she said to use Jedi Neo's clip on him as well....

*Pulling out the clip from a right inside pocket, He looked it over.. 4 blanks, and a Fire retardant... What could he do...*

*Deciding, MnT closed his eyes, and threw the clip up into the air with all of his strength. Watching via the force, he concentrated on each of the blanks, and slowly withdrew them from the clip as it ascended.. When the mass reached the arc of it's flight, MnT's face took on a look of extreme effort and concentration, using the force to bring the bullets down with enough speed and strength, so that when they hit, each plunged deeply into a limb..*

*Grinning, MnT then worked with the fire retardent... opening his eyes, he watched it fall.. He took Damnation's Touch from the ground, and waited until the timing was perfect.. Suddenly he lashed out with the sword, rupturing the bullet in mid-fall, and causing it's pressurized insides to explode all over the Jedi...*

*Finally, MnT stepped off, casting his gaze over to where he'd noticed Sorsha earlier in the fight... He could not tell whether she was there or not, but he still sent an expression that, while respectful, gave off the message "..Showed you.." Turning back, he walked away, leaving the Jedi for dead..*

OOC: Oh, and just to clarify, the stab wasn't a heart wound, or anything, so it wasn't meant to kill ya ¡^_^

[Sorsha Kasajian]

OOC - Alpha check your e-mail.


IC -

:: Sorsha waits until Miryan is gone and strides over to Satine. She kneels down and injects him with a ysalmiri blood toxin ::

"It won't dull the pain, but it should keep you out of trouble."

:: she stands up again and signals Endo to decloak ::

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Upon receiving Sorsha’s signal, Endo deactivates the Chimera’s cloaking device and the Sith Infiltrator comes into view, on the ground, not far from her position. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: Tirsa opens the ramp and scurries out with her blaster rifle. Her eyes dart back and forth, scanning the battlefield for signs of movement ::

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha groans, but fails to enter conciousness for any span of time. He thinks he sees Sorsha, but he then goes back into unconciousness before he can confirm it...

[Sorsha Kasajian]

:: Sorsha crouches over Satine, stripping him of all visible weapons and casts them aside. She drags him by the ankles, leaving a trail of his blood on the ground as she strides up the boarding ramp and into the ship ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: Tirsa scans the area one last time, then runs back up the ramp and closes it behind her ::

[Endo Freedoo]

:: The Chimera rises from its place as the repulsors roar to life. Within moments, nothing remains of the craft at the scene, it having shot skyward and into the void of space. ::

[Sorsha Kasajian]

OOC - <a href=http://pub47.ezboard.com/btheblackhand23755>TO BE CONTINUED ...</a> :evil:

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: O_O

[Satine Capashen]

{OOC:Where in TBH is the RP thread?}

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

OOC~ She hasn't posted it yet :p Probably tomorrow :)

[Satine Capashen]

Oh, ok.

[Sorsha Kasajian]

OOC - I'm feeling a little sick today, so I'm going to rest. I'll have something ready by tomorrow and put the link here. I promise.

[Satine Capashen]

Get well Kitty.