Orion
Aug 8th, 2002, 05:55:29 PM
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The red illumination flashed across the ground as the crackle and hiss of the weapon that was wielded shot out and flattened to a simple and supple hum. The metal area around it only was brought out by its caste and radiant feel. A black boot touched against the ground, the rhythmic hum slightly drowning it out at the figure only walked forwarded on the vet like flooring. The area surrounding was dark but not completely, the small lights in the upper corners of the room shaded some brightness on the empty ship hangar. However the room was wide and like a large metallic box, a perfect place for wide ranged combat, which wasn’t particularly what was planning to be a tuned to, but could quite possibly use the simple form to its strategic niches.
“I always knew that it would come to this. It was silly of me to think you would join what was true and powerful.”
The large and tightened black boots continued forward as the read beam of light still hummed heavily. A robe dropped to the ground behind it, black clothing and attire appearing in prominence. Baggy loose fitting pants tucked into the black boots that shined with the little light and the red glow. A lone like cloth fell down from the heavy belt at the waist as at least three layers of light black clothing was under. The normal attire for a Sith, but this one was not a Sith, not like would be expected. This one was a Jedi, one who believed in the uses of good in the first. You could once see it in his proud face, one of sympathetic notions and consideration, now it was nothing but full of hate and malice that was unwarranted, unwanted. Now his face grew pale, filling out the once tanned cheeks with milky white. His black hair now untied, threaded and rolling over his brow, not even being considered in the way. Eyes of green emeralds never shifted or blinked off the target, always careful and watching from the sleek young face they adorned.
“What you call true and powerful is nothing but folly and preposterous. Children of eight could make wiser decisions them you have made at this moment Nocor. You may live to be old, but you will regret it, now and if you ever reach then.”
“A threat? From a Jedi, tsk, tsk, now that’s just rude Orion, You think you would know better!” as the man obviously known as Nocor yelled the words, he ran forward, his feet pressing against the floor and pushing him forward as the red lightsaber reared to come for a side swing.
The Jedi before him, dubbed Orion by his obvious foe, stood like ice. His Jedi robe of a brownish tinge covering most of his white and beige clothing. It was much like his opponent, save for the long cloth coming from his belt was not there. Instead the top garment separated into two and stopped at mid hips. Under that were several layers of white and tan clothing and his pants were a gray that were slightly tighter then the baggy one’s Nocor wore. The pants tucked slightly into his black boots which most of the long robe covered over. The hood draped over the face of the Jedi, darkness-taking place instead of features of the young force user. The red lightsaber drew ever closer and the black-gloved hands of Orion seemed not to falter from their sides to reach for his own.
At the last second Orion shuffled back, using the pull of the force as he brought his hands up and the lightsaber left its holster and into his gloved palm. He clenched it as the blue beam of light shot out to meet the red blade. They both collided as a flare of light escaped the hit. Nocor looked surprise as he backed away slightly from the recoil. He knew Orion had talent since they had known each other for so long, but he had never seen his ability at the use of a lightsaber till this very moment, and it worried him.
“Your flashy draws will not be good enough for this fight Orion!”
The robed figure only responded by separating his legs slightly and bringing the grasped handle of the lightsaber up to the height of his cheek. The blade of humming energy reaching up beyond his facial features and giving it a slight feel of blue to the darkness that was over his face because of the hood. Before anymore words were traded Nocor moved forward, his lightsaber arcing to the left and up heading for the neck. Orion moved to the side coming down on his red beam of energy to deflect it away. Their feet movements only clanked on the dark metal flooring in unison with their tactics. Nocor felt his light saber deflected downwards and away, his body shifted slightly to the right as he saw Orion move to the side, his blue lightsaber ready to come down on the head of Nocor. Before he could Nocor jumped up off the ground pushing off when one foot and letting his body spin into a sideways corkscrew away from Orion. He landed gracefully on one hand then pushing himself up and landing on both his feet. The two were now a good 20 feet away and Nocor again wasted no time. He switched to holding the shorter then normal red lightsaber in one hand and jumped forward, spinning his body in revolution as he did so.
Orion prepared himself and ran forward as well, his blue lightsaber twirled in one hand as he brought it into both. His hood oddly enough staying across the eyes of his face and only revealing small dangling strands of long black hair. As Nocor finished his revolution and Orion came forward with a vertical strike from the right, both hands holding the saber, Nocor came down with his red saber held in one hand. The two weapons clashed again as Nocor landed. When he did he automatically moved back as Orion came for a strike to the neck from a vertical angle. Nocor brought up his saber upside down in hand and quickly and sharply deflected the strike away, he spun around attempting a low spin kick to Orion who took the strong hit. He fell to the side as it was planted to his face, his brown heavy robe flowing behind him and his body making a large thud noise to the ground. his blue lightsaber turned off and skidded along the metal away from his grasp.
Nocor did not spend another second in contemplation, he spun the saber forward, the flowing hum trailing behind it in sound as he brought it right side up. He ran forward and used the ability of the force to push himself higher into the air, the red saber ready to come down on Orion from a high overhead strike. Orion began getting up and as he saw Nocor coming from above, flew his hand forward. A heavy gust of wind was heard and it was as if an invisible enemy hit Nocor in the stomach during mid leap. As he came down Nocor was pushed back by a strong use of the force, his body flying backwards as his lightsaber flew from his hands. He flew half the length of the room until he abruptly landed on the hard metal ground. A small groan escaped his lips along with a small bludgeon of blood on his forehead. It trailed down his thin strands of black hair and to his face, every so slightly dripping from his cheek and to the ground. His lightsaber had landed no more then six feet away as he began to get up and his enemy doing the same about 50 feet apart from each other.
The red illumination flashed across the ground as the crackle and hiss of the weapon that was wielded shot out and flattened to a simple and supple hum. The metal area around it only was brought out by its caste and radiant feel. A black boot touched against the ground, the rhythmic hum slightly drowning it out at the figure only walked forwarded on the vet like flooring. The area surrounding was dark but not completely, the small lights in the upper corners of the room shaded some brightness on the empty ship hangar. However the room was wide and like a large metallic box, a perfect place for wide ranged combat, which wasn’t particularly what was planning to be a tuned to, but could quite possibly use the simple form to its strategic niches.
“I always knew that it would come to this. It was silly of me to think you would join what was true and powerful.”
The large and tightened black boots continued forward as the read beam of light still hummed heavily. A robe dropped to the ground behind it, black clothing and attire appearing in prominence. Baggy loose fitting pants tucked into the black boots that shined with the little light and the red glow. A lone like cloth fell down from the heavy belt at the waist as at least three layers of light black clothing was under. The normal attire for a Sith, but this one was not a Sith, not like would be expected. This one was a Jedi, one who believed in the uses of good in the first. You could once see it in his proud face, one of sympathetic notions and consideration, now it was nothing but full of hate and malice that was unwarranted, unwanted. Now his face grew pale, filling out the once tanned cheeks with milky white. His black hair now untied, threaded and rolling over his brow, not even being considered in the way. Eyes of green emeralds never shifted or blinked off the target, always careful and watching from the sleek young face they adorned.
“What you call true and powerful is nothing but folly and preposterous. Children of eight could make wiser decisions them you have made at this moment Nocor. You may live to be old, but you will regret it, now and if you ever reach then.”
“A threat? From a Jedi, tsk, tsk, now that’s just rude Orion, You think you would know better!” as the man obviously known as Nocor yelled the words, he ran forward, his feet pressing against the floor and pushing him forward as the red lightsaber reared to come for a side swing.
The Jedi before him, dubbed Orion by his obvious foe, stood like ice. His Jedi robe of a brownish tinge covering most of his white and beige clothing. It was much like his opponent, save for the long cloth coming from his belt was not there. Instead the top garment separated into two and stopped at mid hips. Under that were several layers of white and tan clothing and his pants were a gray that were slightly tighter then the baggy one’s Nocor wore. The pants tucked slightly into his black boots which most of the long robe covered over. The hood draped over the face of the Jedi, darkness-taking place instead of features of the young force user. The red lightsaber drew ever closer and the black-gloved hands of Orion seemed not to falter from their sides to reach for his own.
At the last second Orion shuffled back, using the pull of the force as he brought his hands up and the lightsaber left its holster and into his gloved palm. He clenched it as the blue beam of light shot out to meet the red blade. They both collided as a flare of light escaped the hit. Nocor looked surprise as he backed away slightly from the recoil. He knew Orion had talent since they had known each other for so long, but he had never seen his ability at the use of a lightsaber till this very moment, and it worried him.
“Your flashy draws will not be good enough for this fight Orion!”
The robed figure only responded by separating his legs slightly and bringing the grasped handle of the lightsaber up to the height of his cheek. The blade of humming energy reaching up beyond his facial features and giving it a slight feel of blue to the darkness that was over his face because of the hood. Before anymore words were traded Nocor moved forward, his lightsaber arcing to the left and up heading for the neck. Orion moved to the side coming down on his red beam of energy to deflect it away. Their feet movements only clanked on the dark metal flooring in unison with their tactics. Nocor felt his light saber deflected downwards and away, his body shifted slightly to the right as he saw Orion move to the side, his blue lightsaber ready to come down on the head of Nocor. Before he could Nocor jumped up off the ground pushing off when one foot and letting his body spin into a sideways corkscrew away from Orion. He landed gracefully on one hand then pushing himself up and landing on both his feet. The two were now a good 20 feet away and Nocor again wasted no time. He switched to holding the shorter then normal red lightsaber in one hand and jumped forward, spinning his body in revolution as he did so.
Orion prepared himself and ran forward as well, his blue lightsaber twirled in one hand as he brought it into both. His hood oddly enough staying across the eyes of his face and only revealing small dangling strands of long black hair. As Nocor finished his revolution and Orion came forward with a vertical strike from the right, both hands holding the saber, Nocor came down with his red saber held in one hand. The two weapons clashed again as Nocor landed. When he did he automatically moved back as Orion came for a strike to the neck from a vertical angle. Nocor brought up his saber upside down in hand and quickly and sharply deflected the strike away, he spun around attempting a low spin kick to Orion who took the strong hit. He fell to the side as it was planted to his face, his brown heavy robe flowing behind him and his body making a large thud noise to the ground. his blue lightsaber turned off and skidded along the metal away from his grasp.
Nocor did not spend another second in contemplation, he spun the saber forward, the flowing hum trailing behind it in sound as he brought it right side up. He ran forward and used the ability of the force to push himself higher into the air, the red saber ready to come down on Orion from a high overhead strike. Orion began getting up and as he saw Nocor coming from above, flew his hand forward. A heavy gust of wind was heard and it was as if an invisible enemy hit Nocor in the stomach during mid leap. As he came down Nocor was pushed back by a strong use of the force, his body flying backwards as his lightsaber flew from his hands. He flew half the length of the room until he abruptly landed on the hard metal ground. A small groan escaped his lips along with a small bludgeon of blood on his forehead. It trailed down his thin strands of black hair and to his face, every so slightly dripping from his cheek and to the ground. His lightsaber had landed no more then six feet away as he began to get up and his enemy doing the same about 50 feet apart from each other.