Forbidden Elements: Oxidizing Rust

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*It had been way too long since the Dark Lord had seen, smelt, or tasted the thick of battle. His last true conflict came from the hand of Jedi Knight Nichos Marr. That fight took the once Sith Knight to his limits and almost saw the death of the man. But his Master came to make sure the lifeless body of his Apprentice would live to see another day. Nichos should have finished the job when he had the chance.

A smile spread itself across Snack's face as he remember the fight vividly; the smell of his own burnt flesh in the air and the sweet and sour taste of his own blood, which trickled down onto his tongue. He had learned much from then, yet had not had the time to effectively show off his new skills. Hell, when one was busy with their own Apprentices and the duties that his new position on the Council offered him, one had little time to spend playing.

No, he was not on Coruscant running from all of his responsibilities. More so, he was there because of his responsibilities. That, and, as always, the Force. It told him it was time to hone his skills once more. It warned him that if he stayed inactive fight wise, the next fight he would live to encounter would be his last. And what other place to pick a fight than the great City-Planet of Coruscant? Someone else surely had to be out looking for a fight.

Snack was certain of that. Standing up from his stool in one of the many pubs, the Lord brushed a hand through his hair and replaced the hood from his black cloak over his head. He exited the establishment knocking over a passer-byer half his own size, who was running from Re' knows what to who knew where. He quickly got up to his feet, and looking at the Dark Lord with a fearful visage, scampered on to whatever awaited him. Ah yes, the underbelly of Coruscant. Were masses upon masses crawled, rather than flying in the luxury of the upper level. Keeping his senses alert, knowing full well that all sorts of scum and villainy like himself lurked in this underbelly, Snack walked down the street, waiting for the right victim to make a fatal move.*

[Lord Vyle]

"If I EVER catch you anywhere near me or my guards again, I will personally exterminate you, and your family line."

*The Reploid Overlord then tossed the small pickpocket across the street, where he slammed through a bar's plate glass window. The bartender came out and took a look at Vyle. He immediatley turned back and locked his door. As the sign was flipped to 'closed', the lord smirked.

"Finally, we came across one who wasn't completely stupid."

*Vyle's guards let out a chuckle and kept behind the war droid as he walked down the street.*

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*The shattering of glass rose above the now hushing chatter of the Coruscant streets. A few screams roared out, followed by a rougher voice.*

"Finally, we came across one who wasn't completely stupid."

*Good. Scum. Turning swiftly on the balls of his feet, Snack peered through the crowd to see what he could find. A bloodied man started to crawl from the shattered window he apparently was thrown through. The use to be window was the same one owned by the bar Snack had just left. Did he leave and just miss a bar fight? No.

But something about the man flanked by a few others hinted to Snack that he was definitely the one to cause that sudden outburst. Grinning, Snack began walking in the direction he just came from, making sure to keep this person in front of him. The two's distance shortened with every guided step, neither one deviating from their course.

With an evil smirk rushing out from under his cloak, the two passed. The other must not have saw Snack coming, that or either sensed it and knew that the two would run into each other. Probably to give him reason enough to pick on someone else. Unfortunately, it would not be easy for the man.

Snack made sure not to run directly into the other, stepping to his side just enough so his scrawny yet muscular shoulder ram into the other's. Snack's smile disappeared even though what he wished to do was accomplished. The man stumbled back and spun slightly in the direction that Snack's shoulder allowed him to. However, it wasn't much of a budge and the opposite force applied caused the Dark Lord to do much the same, except causing Snack to back-peddle more than he would have liked.

Making sure to know he was not a push over, Snack caught his footing, and, disregarding the guards, walked the short step to get into the face of the other.*

Watch where you are stepping, punk.

[Lord Vyle]

*Vyle stared at the man for a second, half shocked that he had been cought off guard, and half at the fact that he seemed to recognize him, or at least, Skroth did. But The Reploid leader didnt even listen to his other half. He was in the mood for blood and vengeance. The lord lashed out violently driving his fist into his aggressor's stomech, hard.*

"Watch your tongue, human. You have no idea who youre up against."

*With that Vyle dashed back, giving himself some room between him and hisopponent his guards moved in to attack, but vyle held up his hand and motioned for them to leave him be. The reploid then tossed his skull helmet aside as well as his spiked regalla. Reaching for his holsters on his back, he drew his 2 railguns.*

"You talk big for such a frail creature, lets see if you can hold your own against your species' replacement!"

*With that he fired two shots off at the human*

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*It came as a surprise. Not the fact that he received the first punch, but just exactly how powerful the punch was caught the Dark Lord off guard. A sign of his rust. Even if it was his rust piling through, that did not explain the strength of the punch. Most of the wind was knocked out of his system as he hunched forward in a forced reaction.

Quickly catching his breath, Snack rose to his full height whipping the hood of his cloak away from his head in order to give him better vision. No, no human could punch like that...*

"You talk big for such a frail creature, lets see if you can hold your own against your species' replacement!"

*What the frell? Cocking his head slightly to the side, he gave the other a puzzled look. It lasted only a few seconds as Snack notice the other reach for his holsters and take out two rail guns. He fired quickly, aimed for Snack's body.

Smirking, Snack called on the Force to center in his legs, propelling his body up high and fast in a Force jump. The two shots missed their intended target, flying through the crowd and impacting on a building's side. Snack landed behind the Reploid, setting his footing with time to spare. The other's back still facing Snack, the Lord drew back, balled up his fist and let loose, throwing a hard right punch to the back of the other's head. It sent the man stumbling forward quite a bit, but left the Dark Lord with a severely throbbing right fist.*

What in the blue frell are you?

[Lord Vyle]

*As Vyle stumbled forward, he droped his firearms, andtucked in andwent into a full front flip, propelling himself upward with his hydralic joints he lept a good 10 feet into he air. The Reploid then turned then ignited his back rockets and slowed his decent back to the ground. He gave the man in front of him a cold stare and began to chuckle*

"I am more than you would ever believe, human."

*With that, Vyle dashed at the man, roughly clocked at 60 mph. He drove his shoulder into the attacker's rib cage and just kept his speed up, eventually skidding to a halt and allowing the organic human to keep going. The human's back slammed into a brick wall, and he slid down, eventually going into a sitting position. The Reploid just stood there laughing at the primitive being.

"Trust me, you have no idea what you got yourself into."

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*For the most part, that was true. But it was doubtful the droid knew what he had gotten himself into. It was evident that this thing was a droid of some sort. One that could fight with the best of them. A great Bounty Hunter by the name of IG-88 came to mind. A droid gone mad, it rivaled the strength and skill of legendary Bounty Hunter, Boba Fett. At least, that was what history had taught him.

As he rammed his metal shoulder into Snack's ribcage to drive him back, wind much needed air poured out of his system. He was driven into the side of a building, no doubt cracking the duracrete used to finish the outside of the building. Sliding down slowly into a sitting position, Snack made damned sure nothing was broken. Thoroughly checking his body over through use of the Force, he bided his time allowing his system to refill with air and oxygen.

The shrill laughter of the Reploid cut through the air, almost prematurely celebrating an easy victory. It brought a sick grin to the Dark one's lips, as he slowly stood. He ran a hand over the back of his head, making sure there was no bleeding, and content with nothing there, brought it back down to his side. His voice came out slow and dark.*

I can say the same for you, droid.

*Shooting his left hand out, the Lord contorted the Force around the cyborg thing, keeping a hold of it so it wouldn't try to do anything drastic. Snack watched as it struggled to move, his smile twisting even more. With his right hand, he reached behind his back and grabbed a hold of his dual blade lightsaber hilt. Spinning it in his hand as he brought it around to his front, the Lord used a simple Force move, Force Pull, on the droid, dragging the Reploid at a decent speed towards the waiting Sith. Stepping to the side and allowing momentum to takes its course, Snack let go and rushed towards the incoming pile of scrap metal.

Using his hilt like a baseball bat, Snack swung at the incoming droid, connecting a home run to the stomach area of the droid. It practically folded in on itself as it bent around Snack's hilt, abruptly coming to a stop. Snack then brought the hilt out and up, flicking his wrist a few time to spin the hilt, then bringing it down hard to the back of the doird's neck area, knocking the metal being down to the ground.*

[Lord Vyle]

I can say the same for you, droid.

*As Vyle was pulled, he figured it would just be better to go along with it, what was to happen was enevitable anyways.

"Damnit, it HAD to be one of them!"

*The hilt slammed into Vyle's stomech, good thing he nulled his pain sensorsnot to mention didnt breath, else he would be writhing in pain, but that wasnt all, he then felt that same hilt slam into the back of his neck, popping his spinal cord out of place. however this meant nothing to the reploid. The Lord performed a foot sweep manuver, taking the Force user down to the ground. The overlord then stepped on the man's throat, applying pressure to choke him.*

"Droid? I'm as far beyond droids, as they are beyond you. Why even calling me that is like me calling you a virus, a simplistic organism with no idea of its surroundings, but only knows 2 things, to eat, and to reproduce. You are nothing more than bantha fodder to me. For that reason, you must die."

*With that Vyle lept back landing a good 20 feet from his opponent. Where he landed, a small crater was noticeable.*

"And if you wish to play with sabers..."

*Vyle reached for his back and drew cyllindrical object, which prombptly lit up with 2 glowing blood red blades, one on either side. He spun his blade with the skill of a sith master, eventually holding it to a stop horizontal at his side.*

"lets go!"

*Vyle charged at The force user with his blade ready to strike the man.*

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Before he knew it, Snack too, was on the ground, with the heavy foot of this thing planted firmly on his throat. With cold eyes, Snack looked up to the other's, his face nor body flinching. If the Reploid's tactic was to try and scare the Dark Lord, he had failed miserably. "A Virus with no idea of its surroundings," it had said. Oh no, that has to be it. Especially when one has the Force. Yeah, the force blinded its users from everything around him. Right.

The Dark Lord smirked as the other withdrew his foot and jumped back a good distance. He landed with a thunderous thud and took out his own weapon: a dual-bladed lightsaber. Must be the "in thing" in the Galaxy, for everyone seemed to have one. Well, almost everyone. Snack doubted there were many with a weapon such as his own dual blade, at least one that was meant to pull apart and have both beams of energy still in tact.

Slow to get up, for he was biding his time, Snack watched as the other flaunted his "skills" and took on the offensive in a charge towards him. Taking a hold just off-center of his hilt with both hands, he thumbed the two small power switches. Two beams of brilliant colored plasma emitted from either end. His smirk now gone, Snack gave a quick jerk with both hands, unclipping the dual-blade style hilt to form two fully operation single blade lightsabers. As Vyle brought one of his ends down in a oblique slash towards Snack's left part of his neck, the Dark Lord quickly brought the saber in his left hand up to deflect the attack.

He pushed off and countered a slash aimed for his right shoulder this time with the saber in his right hand. He pushed off once more. Another cut was made at Snack's left side of his torso. Spinning on his toes, the Dark Lord turned so that part of his back was facing the Reploid. He brought the saber in his right hand to block this attack, and at the same time, Snack jabbed back with the blade in his left hand aimed for the stomach of the Reploid.*

[Lord Vyle]

*As the saber was driven back towards Vyle, the reploid lord slammed his head into the back of the human's neck. The blow sent the sith sprawling forward. Vyle then took the opportunity to dash forward and land a kick to the small of the organic combatant's back, sending him to the ground.*

*He then looked down and saw a hole where The saber stabbed him. Vyle looked up and laughed.*

"You're the first one whose EVER caused some structural damage to me, feel privalaged, organic one. But you'll have to do better than that if you're gonna survive this battle!"

*By now the sith was on his feet and counterattacking, Vyle went into a roll and dodged the duel saber blades. He picked up his rail guns and ignited his foot and back rockets. While flying into the air, the reploid unfolded his wings and made a 180 degree turn, facing the sith. He fired off 4 shots surrounding the sith. (1 in front 1 on either side of him, and one that would land behind him).

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Well, this is gonna hurt. Snack tilted his head to one side as he watched Vyle soar into the air, turn, and fire four shots straight at him. Taking a split second to react to this threat, Snack focused on the Force and centered it into his legs. He took a step and then sprinted, using the Force to cause his body to move faster, out of the way and to the side, dodging in between two buildings. Stopping to catch his breath, he turned just in time to watch as the four shots connected and exploded on the walkway where he had just been. That was grand.

Snack powered down the lightsaber in his left hand and clipped it back onto his belt. He held his ignited orange colored saber in his right hand. Looking back up to where Vyle flew, Snack smirked. Stupid droid flying in the winds.

The winds, the one element that Snack had actually mastered. This would be easy... just to shake up the droid.

Once again, Snack focused on the Force, reaching out into the atmosphere. He caught a slight upward draft, smirked, and held onto it. Manipulating the currents of air through the Force, he altered the wind flow of the up-draft so that it was blowing on a more horizontal axis. Adding some more manipulation to the now Horizontal wind, Snack increased the velocity at which the winds moved. Catching the winds again, the Dark Lord aimed the turbulence at Vyle, who was still in the air. The wall of the sped up wind hit the droid thing square in the chest region, and with an added push from the Force aimed at the chest as well, Snack sent the flying Reploid through the air, and smashed his back hard into the dura-crete wall of a near building. The structure where he hit cracked and buckled under this new pressure, sending bits and pieces of fragments of dura-crete to the ground below, scattering the masses that have watched idly by.*

[Lord Vyle]

*After the large explosion on the ground, the reploid began to look for his target, he knew that a force user like him would be able to easily dodge that shot. Looking around quickly, he saw the sith's head peak around the corner of a building, and then quickly pull back in. He began to fly towards him, but suddenly felt a strong gust of wind begin to move towards him. He scrambled to make himself stay steady, but he then felt a hard push in his chest cavity, moving him back at an accelerated rate, he compensated just enough to keep aloft, but then the wind hit, pushing him back and slamming him into the dura-crete wall leaving a nice crater at the point of impact. He cut his jets, folded his wings, and drove his fists back through the wall, holding on so he wouldn't fall.*

"Oh, you'll pay for that one."

*Said the reploid as he cracked his neck back into position. He quickly looked around and triangulated the angles. He dashed off to the wall off to the right of him, immediately kicking off it and dashing to next one. He then did the same and dashed to the wall adjacent to that one, kicking off that one and performing a back flip right off it. Vyle quickly ignited his jets and turned himself to face the sith down the alleyway he was hiding in. The overlord cut his jets and dropped to the ground. He dropped down to his knee as he hit the ground, with a lowered head another crater beneath him. He looked up and saw the face of the sith lord, his gaze was as cold as the concrete chunks that littered the streets from the two's fight. Vyle smirked as he unsheathed his lightsaber again, igniting it again, he held it behind his back horizontal to the ground. He then motioned for the man to bring it on.*

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*Snack saw the taunting motion of the thing, and kept still. He rose his left hand once more and began to concentrate more heavily on the Force and the atmosphere. He focused his thoughts on the microscopic level... and then to the molecular level. Only doing this a few times in the past, the novice now began to nudge the molecules in the air just in front of the Reploid's eyes. The motion of the molecules increased, causing them to bounce more and more into the other molecules surrounding them. This sent off a chain reaction as those sped up particles ran into the other ones, exciting them and causing them to speed up as well. The friction between them built, causing microscopic sparks. Snack caught onto the energy of those sparks, and expanded them until he created a blinding flash of fire in the eyes of the droid.

The brilliant light and heat of the exploding air would be enough to temporarily blind and disorient the thing's sensors. Taking this opprotunity, Snack quickly the other part of his dual blade in his left hand and had it humming to life as he charged the blinded droid. With his two sabers at the ready, Snack slashed horizontally with both orange blades, in a scissors cut at the droid's head.*

[Lord Vyle]

*Vyle disregarded the flash and just listened to the voice in his head. He ducked just as he heard the saber blades hum as they moved over his head. Quickly he rushed forward and drove his fist as hard as he possibly could into what he believed was the man's chest. He heard a loud crack, a yelp, and a second or two later heard a sickning thud a few yards away. Vyle's optic sensors quickly recalibrated and his vision returned. He saw the man on his knees, holding his chest and gasping for air. Quickly the reploid ran up and kicked him in the face sending him flying backwards and through the window of a nearby store. The customers all flocked out running away in terror. Vyle muttered the words "Thank you..." in a whisper. He pulled out his railguns and fired twice into the new hole of the store.*

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Thank you... He could hear, even though his pain and at the softness of the other's voice, he could still hear it. Who was that thing thanking, though? Only possible explination was that someone out there was communicating with the droid, controlling it and telling it what moves Snack was doing.. or thinking about doing. But only a Force user could react to actions not yet taken, and there was no other Force user in the area besides himself. Unless...

Snack couldn't finish his thought. A sharp pain in his chest shot through his entire body, followed by another throbbing pain. They seemed to come and go as he breathed, and this caused him to cough. The coughing brought out spurts of red blood from his mouth, and in turn, this caused more pain to inspire more breathing and more coughing. Pain. Laying on his back, his fist cluching the clothing covering his chest, the Dark Lord searched his chest with his mind, looking for what would be causing the pain.

And there it was: three broken ribs all of which were pressing in on his left lung, dangerously close to his heart (among other scratches and cuts). Luckily, though, his lung wasn't punctured... at least not yet. Any sudden movements would cause further injury and a punctiured lung. Not a good thing.

But he had to move, and quick. The sound of the rail guns rang in the air, and the feeling of two shells at high velocities gunning for him told Snack the smart thing would be to move. In any event, he would be in a whole lot of pain and a wolrd of hurt. More than likely dead. It wasn't his time.

Snack closed his eyes and opened himself up to the Force. He wasn't using the Light Side, nor the Dark Side, but the Force. It surged in him, swirling around and throw his body, waiting to be tapped into and called upon. Gathering the energy, he reach out and grabbed a hold of it, tearing it the streams it flowed through in the atmosphere. Snack sought out and found the incoming rail gun shells. As quickly as he could, he altered the Force and summoned it to move aroud the incoming shells. They are solid objects, and as such, can be influenced and moved with the Force... He reminded himself, not that it mattered anway. Even energy could be moved and altered with the Force.

Snack focused the Force aronud the two shells, and caught onto them, telling the Force to slow down and eventually come to a stop. And they did just that, stopping in mid air a few feet before they hit Snack. The pain built up in his system once more, causing the Lord to cough up some drops of blood again, but his hold on the shells stayed firm. Pain. A Sith uses pain to their advantage.

In a twisted smile, Snack concentrated what he could on his pain, and focused it into the Force which he was using to hold the shells. His control over the rail gun shells grew stronger, and with that, he let go. The shells turned around in mid air, via the Force, and sped back in the direction from where they came. He made sure Vyle saw these coming at him. Vyle did, and dodged out of the way as the shells sped by him. Or he thought they sped by him. They never reached Vyle. Snack, using the Force, had the two shells collide mid air right as the Reploid jumped to dodge them. The resulting explosion sent a shockwave, hitting the droid hard sending him into a concrete wall again, and this time through it.*

[Lord Vyle]

*The reploid flew through the wall and into the back slammed against the nearby desk, people who had been watching the fight from the office ran, screaming out of the room. The overlord dropped down to all fours and ran a diagnostic check.*



Optic Sensors...Functional
Appendages... Dislocation rt arm
Boot Rockets... Functional
Jet Pack... medium damage
Stabilizers...near critical

"Good, everything's intact."

*The reploid made it to his feet, and with his left arm, he took a hold of his right. Vyle easily pulled it forward, then let it relax. Violently he pulled forward again, a loud pop was heard the arm was back in its socket. Making sure everything was operational, he rotated the arm a few times, it was. The war droid made it up to his feet and looked out of the newly made window of the building down at his opponent. He knew the human couldn't take much more punishment. The Patriarch then realized that some of the synthetic skin on his face was pealing. He merely finished pealing that piece off, revealing part of the metallic skull beneath. Vyle then tossed the piece of flesh aside, and yelled out at his fallen opponent*

"Sith, I am very impressed and I must say, you have been the strongest opponent I have ever had."

*The reploid leapt out of the building, using his boot jets to propel himself forward through mid air. He landed about a yard away from the store in which Snack was still writhing in pain. Vyle's saber was in hand and already ignited.*

"If only the rest of your species would be as fun to kill as you are."

*With that said, Vyle made a swift, powerful diagonal slash downward aimed for Snack's neck.*

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*So, this was it? What a joke. Snack never even reached the half century mark, which was baiscally middle aged for his species. Hell, he just barely made the quater mark. No, it wasn't his time, yet.

Ignoring most of what the reploid had said, Snack did a quick scan of the debris filled floor around his almost useless body. One of his twin lightsabers was just by his left hand, partially covered by the rubble. Vyle began to say something, then drew back for the kill, his own saber humming with death.... then the strike.

It met the orange plasma blade of Snack's saber. In a blink of an eye, he had grabbed and ignited his own to save his neck and his life. He pushed off, and with the Force, was able to knock the reploid off balance. This is it... end it here...

Another quick scan of the room showed some bare wires placed in the wall, now out in the open since Snack was so kind enough to make a new window. Closing his eyes, Snack called upon the Force once more, this time hopefully the last. He threw his still ignited saber towards the wires, caught it for a few only to steady it.. and it hit its mark, severing the wires.

Sparks flew out as the electricty tried to jump form one wire to the next. If the Dark Lord oculd just concentrate enough on the sparks and floow of energy in there.... Force Lightning was dangerous in its own right. Snack tampered in it once, but nearly was killed in the proccess. Though this wasn't surging through his body or being created by him. It was already created, only an energy flow.

He reached out withthe Force, searching for the energy of the spark and electricty flowing out in the open between the two wires. It was there. And now, it was in Snack's grasps. He melded the Force withthe current, and sent ittowards the metalic being.*