Bait. (Alpha)

[Nash Stolar]

It was dusk when Nash sent a distress message to the jedi, Alpha asking for help in an old and damaged wearhouse on the outskirts of the planet. He bluntly left out why knowing it would probably spark the jedi's intrest as well as hostility.

Nash looked around a few times, checking. Though the wearhouse was heavly damaged the only way in was still the orignal front gates, the rest of the ways out were blocked. He grinned as he placed a few dead bodys around the ground and threw some blood around to add to the effect, nodding as he looked around he then hid himself quietly, masking his force signature.

The whole wearhouse and everything around was as well an errie quiet, as if it were waiting as well for what was next.

Jedi would never know what hit him...

[Alpha]

Satine flares his wings, and lands softly inside the warehouse. Looking around, Satine curses as he sees the dead bodies, and he immediately ignites his lightsabre, the black blade hissing out of the ornate handle, and getting into a defensive stance.

"Dark one, where did you go...?" Satine mutters to himself, looking about, taking in everything...

[Nash Stolar]

Nash yawned. This was getting boring. Had one of the ends screwed up somewhere? It had all been planned not to long ago, The distress message was just a fail-safe if the darksider he meet was not able to get the jedi here his own way... Nash started to slowly lose trust.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as he heard footsteps. Shifting his position he looked on as Alpha ran in and couldn't help but smile. Shifting his position again he raised the sniper's rifle and took aim. The crosshairs settled on Alpha's chest and Nash lightly squeezed the trigger. The wearhouse echoed with a thunderous crack!

[Alpha]

Faster then a racing thought, Satine reacted to the danger sense from the force, and erects a force shield. the bullet from the sniper rifle slammed off of it with a matching crack, the signature sound of Satine's shields.

"Come out, Dark one..." Satine says, his voice dangerously soft, his eyes blazing with a silver light.

He jumps, and takes flight, headed straight towards the source of the rifel fire.

[Nash Stolar]

His smile became dark as the Jedi flew twords him, He had not expected the single shot to work. But it was fun to try anyways. Nash waited for alpha to get a little closer to him befor using his thumb to press a switch on the rifle. Full auto never let anyone down.

Pulling hand on the trigger Nash let lose a storm of white hot bullets apon the jedi, if anything aiming for his wings. Though this was just a time killer before the real fight.

[Alpha]

The bullets rebounded from the MAstre's powerful Force shield, with a resounding crack! for each bullet hitting the shield. Swinging his sabre, he shears off the barrel of the gun, once he was within range, and then dropped right next to Nash.

"Nash? What the hell is this about?"

[imported_Grev Drasen]

"Nash? What the hell is this about?"

Before an appropiate answer could be dealt, a jarring boot came from behind; planting Alpha square in the back. The godsend and celerity alone enough to knock the Jedi from his feet, and more than likely drawing the breath straight from his body. Standing above Satina was the Darksider whom he had acquainted himself with earlier. He spoke with a callous grin.

“It's too late for questions, Jedi.”

[Alpha]

Satine land on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. Flipping back to his feet, he lands a punch that throws Grev backwards. Recalling his sabre, he ignites it again, and draws his SOCOM slugthrower.

[Nash Stolar]

In a very swift movement Nash had brought out his sabre in a reversed position and slashed through the SOCOM pistol and took a defensive stance before the slugthrower was even fully drawn.

"If I don't get one. You dont."

A sly smile ran across his lips as he watched from behind the green blade.

"Plus... for a Master I never thought you would so easly take your eyes off a target."

[imported_Grev Drasen]

It seemed just as quickly as the Jedi had tooken his fall, a backlash occurred; and Grev had expected this, but he still took the blow full on. Connecting blatantly on his jaw, the Darksider had no choice but to take a bump, his body falling headlong into a stock of crates.

Blood flowed in trickling rivulets, dripping from his mouth to his chin. Climbing up from the rubble, he swiped a forearm across his lips, the sight of his own blood almost exciting him. By now the Sith had recalled his own lightsabre, as the crimson blade re-emerged from it's metallic black hilt.

He stood in wait.

[Alpha]

Satine didn't both trying to draw any of the other three guns he carried, and instead, summoned his second sabre to his free hand, igniting that one too.

"Hard to keep eyes on two targets Nash...Especially is one of those is a traitorous Jedi..."

[Nash Stolar]

Nash laughed and moved so Satine was between Him and Grev, making it even harder on the jedi to keep a target.

"Aww.. You still remember me."

He lifted his left hand, it being free, and dragged it along his chest, carefully plucking out three throwing knifes. Keeping his dark smile he took his time to aim. Then started to chuckle.

[Alpha]

Before Nash could let off any of the knives, Satine growls, and tackles him, throwing Nash to the ground. The Jedi Mastre flips back to his feet, and kicks his opponent in the ribs, throwing him backwards.

[Nash Stolar]

The tackle and fall did not hurt nearly as much a kick to the ribs.. plus it was strong enough to knock him back a foot or so. Grunting, Nash got to his knees and spit, Sliva mixed with blood was the result.. Chuckling Nash brought the rest of himself up and faced Alpha once more.

"Well, I never thought you had it in you."

Nash chuckled and coughed as he did so.. He then got a grip on his knifes again, but this time was far less careless on the aiming and threw them at the jedi, but before the jedi even thought of a counter to the weak knife attack, Nash extended his palm and used the force to push Alpha twords Grev with the force of a iron wall. If it was not one it was going to be the other.. or even both.

[Alpha]

As soon as Satine is airborne, the Jedi Mastre forms Force shields all around himself, giving a wry grin as the knives impact one, and as he slams into Grev with the other.

hitting the ground hard, Satine rolls back to his feet, and then flips, tapping the force to propel him into the far corner. He turns to face his two opponents, much more comfortable now that he was fighting with his back to a wall. no one could ambush him from behind.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Wasting little time, Grev lunged forward with lightsabre in hand. Putting the velocity of his weight behind his strike, bringing his weapon into a spear-like position towards Satina; attempting to jab the wavering blade deep into his abdomen.

[Alpha]

Satine blocks, bringing his sabre up under Grev's, and keeps lifting the sabre. Grev is thrown off balance, and is then knocked back by a well placed kick to the chest.

[Nash Stolar]

Before satine's foot touched the ground after the kick a blaster bolt ripped through the jedi's right sholder and was followed by one of Nash's trademark throwing knifes. The attacks came to soon after the attack to grev for the jedi to stand a chance of blocking in anyway.

Nash watched the Jedi stumble, leveld his blaster and fired off another quick shot at the Jedi's leg. Putting the blaster back on his hip. He reached and withdrew his sabre once more and reactivated, watching the Jedi.

[Alpha]

Satine hisses in pain from the hits, and then uses his grounded leg to jump away, the second blaster shot scorching the metal plating to his left. Landing hard, the Jedi Mastre crouches, ignoring the burning pain in his shoulder and arm, keeping his sabres up...

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Lunging at the Jedi once again, the Sith mauled his lightsabre at the abdomen of Satine; swinging it from the side it would be an easy attack to counter, but unexpected. It's main purpose to distract the Jedi long enough for Nash to inflict further damage upon the unattentive Satine.

[Alpha]

Instead of wasting the time it would take to block, Satine jumps, taking flight, and avoiding the attack. Landing softly behind Grev, the Jedi Mastre snap kicks the sith in the back, throwing him forward.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Caught off guard a bit by the sudden kick to his spine, Grev stumbled forward, although quickly regaining his balance the Sith lunged back driving an elbow straight for the torso of the unsuspecting Jedi. With that, he continued through with his spin, his body rotating fully around and driving the steel hilt of his sabre into the temple of Satine.

[Alpha]

Satine sees stars, and crumples to the floor, his weapons falling from nerveless hands. He blinks, trying to clear his ghead, but it has no effect, blackcircling his vision as he slowly gets back to his feet...

[Nash Stolar]

Nash walked over to the recovering jedi and kicked him back down to the floor.

"I don't know... that was almost to easy.."

He picked up the sabre that now lay by the Jedi's feet then threw it Grev's way. Then standing up again he pulled out his blaster with his left hand and pointed it almost point blank at Alpha's head.

"Well?"

The question was aimed at grev.

[Alpha]

Satine, taking advantage of the small amount of space between the blaster and his head, forms a small force shield in between the two, his powers getting stronger as they wait for the Sith to answer the traitorous Jedi...

[imported_Grev Drasen]

“I fulfilled my end of the bargain,” the Sith replied brashly, his eyes never seeming to leave the Jedi's unconscious form.

“Do what you want with him.”

[Nash Stolar]

"That you did..."

Nash spun the blaster and hosterd it. Then quickly brought up his foot and kicked the jedi in the ribs and left out a satisfied grunt at the series of cracks he heard.

[Alpha]

Satine feels an intense pain, and hisses, falling to the floor, and curling up into a ball. He was hurt, and close to unconciousness, and as such, had almost no fight left in him.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

“He's not going anywhere,” he finally responded, stepping towards the disabled Jedi and throwing a fierce kick into his bare face; the toe of his boot catching Satine directly across his jaw. Turning, the Sith began to walk away, leaving Nash to deal with the bloodied and near unconscious Jedi; it wasn't his to worry with.

I have other matters to attend...

The voice carried itself throughout Stolar's mind with the Sith's departure.

[Nash Stolar]

"Alright, Next time I see ya I'll treat you to a round of drinks." He responded as the Darksider left.

After Grev kicked the jedi Nash was sure he had finally gone unconciousness.. But he wanted to make sure, Nash reached into a small pouch at his side that held some field medical supplies for him and drew out a small sedative. He flicked it once then injected the Jedi with it.

After a few minutes he was now positive the Jedi was out and was not gonna give him any trouble for quite a while, giving him more then enough time to do what he had to. He disguarded the needle and picked up the Jedi and slung him over his sholder like a fresh kill from a hunt and headed to his ship that rested behind the wearhouse.. Humming to himself as he secured the jedi into the small custom back seat of the E-wing he settled into the cockpit, flipped a few switches and gently took off leaving the area.

"I wonder how long it will take for your friends to realize that you are missing.."


ooc: Hmm, I guess that wraps this up, and that seditive makes sure of that. :evil::D

[Alpha]

{OOC:Yuppers. :) Good fight, btw. :)}

[Nash Stolar]

ooc: *Snakes hands* :D