Promises Kept........(open spar)

[Xazor]

Xazor opened the doors of the Academy and the auto lights flashed on. Obviously, she was the first one there as usual every morning. She breathed in the crisp air as the large blast doors shut behind her. Stretching her muscles as she walked to the middle of the room, she unclipped her saber from her weapons belt and stood there for a moment, scanning the shadows for any figures. She sensed the presence of one.......but could not figure out where it was. The aura was very familiar to her.....but she could not place her finger on where they were. She resolved that she was not the first one there.....she was not alone. Xazor ignited her saber and the blue blade shot forth with a hissing sound. She took a defensive stance and grinned.

Come out, come out, wherever you are........I wish for a spar, if you are up for the challenge.

She called out as her eyes scanned the shadowed walls of the Academy.

[Dasquian Belargic]

It was a wonder that she had not seen him earlier. In his pale robes, it was hard to miss the former Knight in the light of the academy. He strode forward towards his friend, hands folded behind his back. Beneath the folds of his cloak, his saber hilt hung on a cord at his waist, which became visible as the Jedi moved to put his hands on his waist.

"Good morning, Xazor."

[Xazor]

Xazor totally removed her stance and disengaged her saber, clipping it to her weapons belt. Her friend had caught her by surprise, but she was glad to see him.

Good morning to you also, Dasquian.

She bowed slightly to him and then stood straight, with her hands clasped at her waist.

Looking for a spar, perhaps?

She questioned with a sly grin. This could be a lot of fun.....

[Dasquian Belargic]

"Ahh.. so that is why you are here so early, to catch the first person who wishes to spar."

Dasquian slipped his hands from his waist and folded them over his chest slowly.

"Very well then, friend. We shall spar."

He took a few paces backwards, the removed his saber from his belt. Dasquian brought the cylinder up into a two handed grip, but left it unignited.

[Xazor]

A smile played on Xazor's lips. She unclipped her saber from her belt once again and took in a horse stance. Slipping her finger over the ignition switch, a blue blade shot forth with a hissing noise. She then flipped the other switch and suddenly the saber became duel-phased. Two beautiful blue blades glowed in the dim lights of the room. She held the saber at waist level, parallel to the ground.

Yes, that was my intention! And now, we shall spar. You may have the first move, friend......

She bowed her head slightly and then looked into his eyes, watching his every movement with deep perception.

[Dasquian Belargic]

In a fluid sweep of the weapons hilt, it jumped to life. Dasquian depressed the ignition button and sent the deep orange blade crackling to life; it's inner core pulsating a brilliant white as it hummed and hissed. Upon hearing the first move had been seeded to him, the old republic Jedi took two steps forward then pushed off on the ball of his foot to spring at Xazor. He lipped himself into a flip, causing himself to come down upon the Jedi from above with an overhead strike.

[Xazor]

With lightening reflexes, Xazor blocked the strike and pushed Dasquian over her head. She was a very skillled fighter, and hoped he could hold his own. She jumped over his head and disengaged the right side of her saber, drilling the flat hilt into the base of his neck. It sent him to his knees and she quickly brought the other beam of light back to life. She grinned and then ran in front of him as she waited for him to regain his footing.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Dasquian did not even glance up as he swept his leg out to the side. His boot connected with the side of Xazor's leg and swept her feet out from beneath her. As she fell, Dasquian pushed up into a crouching position, thrusting his saber forward at her fallen body.

[Xazor]

Xazor made a swift combat roll and was on her feet again, just as his saber came for her body. She blocked it and made a quick undercut with her saber, making slight contact with his left forearm. It was just enough to sting for a while. She grinned as he came at her with a few strikes, her blocking them and then striking back with great parries from his defense also. She jumped back a few feet from him and called on the Force, sending a heavy Force blast his way and sending him to the ground. She ran at him and sat on top of his chest with her saber held close to his neck.

I knew this would be fun.....

She laughed to herself.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Dasquian looked up at Xazor, emotionless. He blinked, and then it hit her - a Force push knocking her body upwards into the air like a ragdoll. As she fell, Dasquian rolled onto his side and kicked one leg up into the air, thudding it into her gut. She landed and both ends up her body whipping up then back down again with barely audiable crack.

Dasquian swept his leg out downwards and then pushed his palms onto the ground, propelling himself backwards and up to his feet as Xazor hit the ground, only to find herself once again attacked as a saber soared towards her gut.

[Xazor]

Trying to remove the pain from her mind, Xazor rolled over and saw the blade coming down toward her. She quickly brought her saber up in a block and pushed him back. Jumping up to her feet, she spun around and kicked him in the face. He fell back and she bent over, gathering a bunch of sand in the palm of her hand. She blew it at him and created the illusion of a hundred throwing knives flying his way. She then took out her own three and threw them at the same time. He furiously blocked the imaginary knives....but her three landed right in place. One in each shoulder, and the other one in his left thigh. She called them back to her with the Force and the illusion disappeared.

[Lord Hex]

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[Xazor]

ooc: WTF? Who is Lord Hex and why did he post that in our thread, Das? Oooooooook........

[Lord Hex]

::Looks to Xazor, his crimson eyes glare seemlessly upon him, his muscular tone facing him::


"I was trying to see if anyone would pick that up, and obviously someone did."

[Xazor]

Xazor looked at him with a curious grin.

Pick what up?

She asked, wondering in the heck he was talking about.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Dasquian took in a deep breath as he felt the pain from the daggers. His eyes widened somewhat as he tried to focus, yet he found himself distracted momentarily by the pain. Within an instant he had collected himself oncemore though, and was healing over the wounds - much thanks to his Master for teaching him how to do so.

"I see we are playing for keeps," he sighed, pulling himself back into fighting stance.

"So be it."

He pushed off on one foot and unleashed a flurry of swipes. Up down, left right, diagonal - from every angle he could twist into. Many were blocked, however two were not - only to the lower portion of Xazors right leg, and another just to the side of her neck, on her collar bone.

[Xazor]

The slices on Xazor's leg and collar bone brought immense pain to her. Blood came pouring out onto her robes. She placed her saber over the wound on her leg and the heat sealed the wound, making the bleeding internal. She then called on the Force to send heat throughout her body. It healed the wound from the inside out and left a large scar. She could not do much about the one on her collar bone, it wasn't that deep, but it still stung pretty badly and was disrupting her concentration. She finally got it together and focused on some rocks behind Dasquian. Calling them to levitate with the Force, she threw them at his head. He turned around just in time to catch them in the face. Many small cuts appeared on his forehead, cheeks and chin. They would throw his concentration off too......she grinned to herself as she got into a defense stance.

What did you think we were playing for? Candy?

She laughed playfully as she recalled his comment from earlier.

[Lord Hex]

Hex glances quickly to Xazor, shaking his head, "Nevermind.."
looking back to the room, his eyes scanning briefly. Looking to the crowd that fills it..

[Dasquian Belargic]

"I did not assume your intentions were so brutal,"

Dasquian said as he turned back from the barrage of rocks. His skin was knicked and nipped at all over, and he squinted with his left eye where one of the rocks had struck him. He continued on though, persistent as ever. Moving in towards his sparring partner, he ducked down low and swung at her legs. This caused Xazor to jump to avoid. Dasquian then, at Force enhanced speed, shot around behind Xazor and ducked.

His saber shot out as she hit the ground, swiping over the back of her ankles gashing beneath her coverings somewhat, almost piercing her achilles tendon.

[Lord Hex]

Hex watches Dasquain with envy. His muscular figure emitting an arura of devine light. In his hands, forms a misty, black ball. A spell in which thesith uses, called the 'Sith abyssal fire spell' speaking,

"I use to be a sith, but, to hell with the sith. I am now wanting to be a lightsider..the sith are too pushy. This spel is used by the Sith grand masters, which I used to be. But I have totally resigned from the Affilliation of Sith.."

[Xazor]

Xazor stopped and walked over to the man.

You wish to be a Jedi? Why didn't you just say that!?

She asked with a bit of confused excitement. She looked over at Dasquian and winked. She hated disrupting their spar...but it was important.

[Lord Hex]

Hex looks to Xazor, his eyes red, and determined. The misty, black ball disappearing, his anger and frustration subsiding, speaking,

"Yes, I would liek to be a Jedi. But one thing, may I keep this title, I will keep my sith spells, and all that.."

[Xazor]

Xazor was confused for a moment, and then spoke.

In order to be a Jedi, you must completely rid yourself of anger. You would not be able to keep anything that you had as a Sith. Here, we do not have Lords and Lordesses. We have Padawans, Knights, and Masters. That is how our system works. To be a Jedi is to dedicate your entire life to the Light......

She said gently, hoping he understood. She could feel the anger in his heart......and it brought a sadness to her eyes.

[Lord Hex]

Hex nod sharply, his crimson eyes, turning to a ice blue color, the color he had before he turned dark. His eyes looking to the wall that face him. Forming a misty, black ball in his hand. Lunging his arm foward, the ball hitting the wall with such tremendous force,

"That was my last time I shall use another sith spell. My body is completly rejuvinated of any anger...."

[Xazor]

Xazor eyed the man curiously. How was it he wanted to be a Jedi....yet had so much anger in his soul. She felt disturbed about this. She thought of something then and suddenly grabbed his wrists and painfully forced him to the ground. She smiled as she looked into his his eyes and pressed harder on his wrists.

A wise Jedi Master once told me, that in a time of pressure, one must not give into anger.......is this difficult? Don't give in...or you're destined for the dark.....

She said, holding his wrists still. She would not break them, but cause him much pain. She remembered a test very similar to this one, given to her....

[Dasquian Belargic]

Dasquian disengaged his saber and watched in silence. He was curious as to what would happen with the Sith sorcerer.

[Lord Hex]

Hex falls to the ground, as sharp pain fills his lower arm, wincing in very little pain, though kneeling to the ground, in pain, speaking softly,


"Is this atest..if so, it sure hurts.."

His mind only set on one thing, the pain that fills his wrist, blocking most of the pain out with the force, his ice-blue eyes gleaming...confused at the action of the Jedi. Not angry at the Jedi, but in a little ammount of pain.

"Are you finished..?" Lord Hex asks lightly..

[Xazor]

Xazor suddenly lets go and lifts the man with the Force. She throws him across the wall and he hits it pretty hard, leaving an imprint where his body had made contact. He fell to the ground in a heap and Xazor walked over to him.

Do not become angry ever if you wish to be a Jedi. Yes.....it was a test and you have seemed to pass.

She said, examining him closly to see if he was brought to anger from the throw.

[Lord Hex]

Lord Hex looks to Xazor, his ice-blue eyes looking at her cautiously, in his mind, not knowing what to think, obviously fully rejuvinated from evil.

"Ah. I now see."


Cracks his back, he uses the froce to block out the pain.

[Xazor]

Xazor sighed and walked over to Hex and smiled gently.

Very well.........you have seemed to pass my tests. There will be greater trials in your future, though. If you can pass those, you will have proven a true change inside of you.......

She said softly. Crossing her arms over her chest, she eyed the man for a moment.......recalling her past and the decision she had made to turn. She smiled, hoping that this was truly a changed person.....

[Lord Hex]

Lord Hex nods lightly. His arms above his head, stretching his back out..

"Yeah.."

His back feeling like sausage.

[Xazor]

Xazor glanced at Dasquian and flashed him a smile. She then looked back to the man who was now stretching out his back.

Would you like to meet someone who may help you become a Jedi? I have done all that I can. You seem worthy enough........but we'll see.

She said, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

[Sage Hazzard]

Sage was already behind Xazor. No one had seen him. He waved his hand and she was levitated through the air, floating harmlessly.

"I'll handle this one, Ms. Dawnstrider," Sage smiled, setting her back down close to her sparring partner. "You need your practice, as does this one....."

Sage eyed Hex.

"Anyone who is Force attuned, who has denounced the Dark Side, is worthy of a Jedi title. I will ask you, one final time, before you are officially a Jedi... Are you willing to abandon Fear, Anger, and Hate? No one expects you to do this alone, or immediantly, but you must be willing to try," Sage smiled. "Are you willing to try, young man?"

[Lord Hex]

Lord Hex looks to the sage, speaking loud enough for him to hear,


"Yes, I am willing.."

[Xazor]

Xazor bowed to Master Sage and walked over to Dasquian. With a slight grin, she spoke softly.

Well, it appears as though we may resume our spar.

She smiled once again and bowed to him in respect.

[Lord Hex]

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[Lord Hex]

Lord Hex stands silently.The light reflecting off his emerald hilt, as it lay clipped at his right side on his belt. His crimson cloak blowing as he walks back in fourth, lost in thought. His mandalorian iron shoulder plate covering his whole right shoulder, the light glinting brightly off his shoulder plate also.

"So. What next?"

[Sage Hazzard]

Sage smiled.

"You must wait. Wait for a Master to take you. You are now a Jedi, young man, and Jedi's are patient. I will handle the Master assignment, and you will have on shortly. Until them, fill free to roam the Jedi Academy, or get a drink at Yog's Bar."

OOC - Okay, buddy, here's the rundown. First off "OOC" means "Out of Character". What I'm going to to is get you a Master. Then he/she will train you, then after time you might be promoted to Knighthood. I suggest you go to Master Yoghurt's Bar and Grill to pass the time IC(in character). Just say that you get a drink and are looking for company. Someone will start talking to you probably, and it'll help pass the time until someone takes you as their Padawan Learner. When they do, they'll notify you. Probably in a thread here at the academy, asking for your presence. So keep your eyes open. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)"> Oh, and welcome!

[Lord Hex]

OOC: Yeah, I know what OOC and IC means... Got it.