Post by Jos Nelsh on Nov 2, 2009 14:51:04 GMT 1
Originally posted by Blinker-= Armory - Temple of Reborn Jedi - RJ-347 =-
-= Day 066 - 11:30 AM =-
An old, beat-up looking R5 Astromech Unit going by the nickname 'Blinker' stood behind a workbench in a part of the Storage Rooms commonly referred to as the Armory. This was the place where the Reborn Jedi kept their weapons. The room was also equipped with state of the art technology to assemble and upgrade weapons and droids.
Although Blinker probably looked like an old and outdated model to the average observer, the little R5 was in fact so heavily modified that it was far superior to the latest R7 models in all aspects. In addition to a Superior Droid Wisdom Upgrade (which made the little fellow about as intelligent as an Assassin Droid), Master Nelsh had secretly outfitted Blinker with a Security Lockout Bypass and an Optimized Computer Interface. This would not only enable Blinker to fly the newest Spacecraft that required the latest in Astromech technology, it also meant that the little droid had unlimited access anywhere in the Temple and its computer systems. As if that weren't enough, it also had jet boosters, a powerful stunray, and was armoured with Mark III Dura Plating, the toughest in the galaxy. And then there were probably a number of 'minor' upgrades that even Master Nelsh didn't know about, simply because the mischievous little fellow had made the modifications himself.
At this very moment for example, Blinker was just finishing off the instalment of another weapons upgrade. He whirred and tootled excitedly to himself as he welded the piece into place in a vacant compartment of his torso. There it was, all done! Blinker rolled back a couple of feet from the workbench to test if it worked properly. The compartment clicked open and the appendage unfolded smoothly. He aimed at an open spot, and released a short jet of fire. He let out a victorious whistle. His Droid Flamethrower was operational! And then everything in the room went dark...
Blinker beeped in surprise... what was that? Had he somehow caused a power loss? He activated his headlight and scanned the room. His short weapons test hadn't caused any damage whatsoever. He rolled out into the hallway. The power seemed to be down in this section as well. He checked out a nearby computer terminal to see if he could contact the ComCenter, but the console was offline. Then he wondered why the emergency backup system hadn't been activated, and made his way over to the Hangar, from where he could reach the ComCenter.
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Originally posted by Blinker-= Temple Hangar - RJ-347 =-
-= Day 066 - 11:40 AM =-
As Blinker rolled into the totally darkened hangar bay, he was glad that the big loading door to the storage rooms had been wide open. With the current power blackout, he would have been unable to open it. He turned his attention to the transparisteel window of the ComCenter that looked out upon the hangar, and noticed that the lights inside were on. He quickly made his way over and entered to be greeted by a panicking 1-PO.
"....R5! Oh, am I glad to see you! We've lost all power in the entire west wing and the lower sections, and the emergency backup system doesn't seem to be functioning at all! It seems there must be a problem with the main reactor! Oh my, oh ,my... I don't know what to do! Please, help!"
The little Astromech beeped a question.
"... of course I tried contacting the Masters! But most of the Jedi have left the Temple for a few days. They're on a training expedition in the jungle with Master Frost, and for some reason he's not answering his comlink. And where is Master Brand?! He's not answering either! Needless to say Master Casoth and Master Nelsh are on mission off-planet, as well as some of the Knights. Oh R5... we're doomed!"
Blinker rolled over to a console and plugged into the temple's central computer.
"...WHAT are you doing?", asked 1-PO as he staggered over nervously to see what his little companion was up to. "...why are you checking out the lava levels in the lower sections?! That's not going to help us at all! You know perfectly well that this is a sleeping volcano. My sensors didn't pick up anything that might suggest it is in any way unstable! ...and besides, Republic scientists have calculated the chances that this volcano will erupt anytime in the next two hundred years as seven-hundred-and-eighty-six-thou..." Blinker interupted the Protocol Droid's seemingly incessant rant. "... the sensors in the Lava Chambers are offline? Well ofcourse they are offline! I said we've lost all power in most of the lower sections, you silly genius!" But Blinker had already unplugged and rolled over to the exit.
"WAIT! Don't leave me!", exclaimed 1-PO dramatically.
Blinker tootled a quick reply.
"Oh."
"...in that case, please take this comlink..."
"...and do be careful...", added 1-PO softly as he watched his little friend roll away into the darkness of the main hallway.
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Originally posted by Lady Hawke-= Lower Corellian Sector - Nar Shaddaa; The Speeder Factory =-
-= 11:10 GST - Day 0066 =-
An odd ringing noise filled Hawkes ears as she groaned and rolled over off of something and onto the conveyor belt. She had rolled off of Pyro after having landed ontop of him. He broke her fall somewhat, but the hard landing still smacked the back of her head against his shoulder, causing her vision to spin in her dazed state. She wasnt in nearly as bad of shape as he was, though. Instinct told her to check on him and make sure that he was still breathing and would continue to breathe for the next while. The last thing she needed was a bunch of angry jedi coming after her for revenge because she didnt help someone who wasnt in her direct line of fire. She knew how determained they would be... or how determained she would have been if she had lost someone in the Order to a dark jedi. But that was her... she actually took revenge. The jedi didnt. They didnt know how to use it to their advantage, that's how she learned her fighting style, how she was always able to win in a fight when it came right down to it. They would never use revenge, or anger, or aggression, as a sort of defencive offence. So knowing that there would be no consequence, why should she help him? He was causing her trouble... more trouble than he was worth. Half of her wanted to just end it there, it would be quicker, and that way the bastard wouldnt come back for more at a later time.
Her instincts were set at ease when she heard Pyro groan and start to make a poor attempt at rolling over. His noises were incoherient and barely audible, so she, while resting on her hands and knees upon the conveyor belt as it traveled upwards carrying piece and parts towards the next assembly line for construction, took the time to heal her wound in her shoulder. It was half way healed already, she just needed to finish stopping the bleeding and repairing it so that further use wouldn't cause more damage or problems if she had to get into another intense fight. She knew she would have to eventually.
In deep concentration, Hawke leaned back to where she was on just her knees. Her right arm relaxed loosely to her side and her left hand, though gloved and mechanical, covered the wound on her shoulder. A soft white light surrounded the wound. It was a very slow process, but with much concentration she began mending the torn flesh and bone, enough to sustain her shoulder muscles long enough for her to wait possibly a few days for medical attention.
Once again, in the middle of her deep meditated healing she was snapped to reality by the sense of Pyro's presence coming closer, presenting danger. The snap-hiss of a lightsaber jerked her attention towards her left but given that she was just in a meditative state, her reaction was slowed and a harsh kick passed through her guard and planted itself into the back of her head. The force of the blow sent her body crashing forward into the conveyor belt with a bit of a tumble.
That ringing in her ears returned. If Hawkes vision could have blacked out any more, it certainly would have been. Not from the blow to the head, but from the adreniline and anger rushing through her veins. Her new opponent kept his saber at the ready but still resorted to hand-to-hand non-lethal strikes with Hawke. That was stupid. Rouves thought to herself as she started to climb to her feet with no real sence of urgency. He sent another kick her way when she got up to her hands and knees, Pyro aimed right for her ribs to knock the wind out of her and slow her down. Rouves made no attempt to block or deflect the blow, she simply let her ribs absorb it. She took the attack, despite the fact she knew it was coming and could have easily dodged it in several different ways. It caused her to slump back down to the floor with a cry out in pain, but that was what she wanted. The pain. It was the pain mixed with the adreniline that pushed her anger over the edge. The muscles in her body tensed and flexed, resisting the urge to lash out at him... for the moment. It was as if everything Pyro was doing was ment to egg her on and push her over her balance point. She laid still, contemplating everything that was going on, right down to the annoying repetitive noise of the Speeder Factory's metal presses crashing down against parts and droid beeping ringing out through her ears. The frustrating situation. Being trapped on this damned moon. Avoiding capture. Avoiding the d**n Jedi.
Avoiding THIS damned jedi. This one in particular, the same one she faced off with in Wayland. He screwed up her plans then too. The anger towards Pyro came like a pulse wave, swooping over her and consumed every inch of her. She knew he was going to keep on, he wasnt going to give up. They never do know when to stop. She growled to herself. Every thought in her mind urged her to stand up and battle the man with sabers. To kill him. Quickly. "You've lost. At least have the sence to admit it and give up while you're still well enough to move." Pyro urged her to surrender, his blade was now held off to his side in a non-aggressive stance. The submission to his attack made him think that he was somehow at an advantage and that Hawke was done running. Done fighting. And just willing to give it up right then and there. But Pyro was just about to find out just exactly how much anger could be used to ones advantage in a fight.
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Originally posted by Lady Hawke-= Lower Corellian Sector - Nar Shaddaa; The Speeder Factory =-
-= 11:25 GST - Day 0066 =-
The conveyor traveled farther and farther up the track, enroute for the next assembly line. It was a slow belt, so she had time before she had to start thinking about getting out of the way of those metal presses. But that wasnt on her mind as any bit of worry. Not anymore. With Pyros blade to his side, he offered Hawke an opening, and she took it. Not with her sabers, but with a quick lunge forward, off the conveyor she sprung up into action, grasping Pyros saber hand roughly with her mechanical hand, using the same move casoth had used on her.
Rouves gripped her opponents hand as tight as the mechanics would allow, forcing the blade to stay in place there at Pyros side. The crushing grip caused him to yell outloud as the tiny bones in his fingers and hand began to fracture under the pressure. He reacted with a punch to Hawkes temple with his free hand. The saber deactivated but was still a factor in the fight. She didnt want him to use it. She wanted a fist fight. Down and dirty so that he could feel the pain she felt. Maybe that would wake him up to see what the anger inside her did in terms of using the advantage as a technique in a duel. The two exchanged punches back and forth a couple of times, but that didnt get either of them anywhere, so they locked their free hands together, grappling and struggling to get eachother pinned enough to gain the upper hand.
Crack! Pyro smacked the upper portion of his forehead into Hawke, smacking it hard against the softer part of her forehead just above her nose. It dazed her enough that Pyro could get her off balance. Shifting his feet, he slid in closely to Rouves in a sideways stance, forcing his weight under her off balance body then flipping her over his head. The harsh crash into the unforgiving conveyor belt kept Rouves in a daze for a few more seconds. Long enough for Pyro to spin around back into position over Rouves. He placed a knee into her sternum, keeping her very much pinned to the conveyor then he grabbed hold of her throat and squeezed, choking her airway. Rouves, though suffocating and pinned, got a foot underneath Pyros body and pressed it hard into his stomach as he came down fully with his knee. It was the perfect leverage to flip him over her head - that's just what she did. Hawke extended her leg and threw Pyro over her head with the added momentum and leverage of him coming down on her. She was still clinch fisted over his hand that held his saber, it wasnt going to budge anytime soon, he had to do something to get her release. Not because of the pain, but because he needed his saber to be able to beat her.
Both opponents scrambled to their feet but stopped in a simple kneeling position to take extra swings at eachother. They both had one foot under them and one knee placed on the conveyor. Another standoff. Hawke swung first, she clipped Pyro in the jaw with her hand closed into a fist, that knocked him off a little bit but he countered right back with a quick left hand jab into her stomach then another full swing to her temple. Rouves slipped off balance. She was about to fall backwards when Pyro stood fully, rising to his feet. He planned to use his legs as weapons now that he had the upper hand, but Hawke thought otherwise. As she started to fall backwards she intensified her grip on his saber hand, clinching harder and pulling him back down towards her. She spun his arm with her mechanical hand, turning his elbow face up then without any bit of hesitation, she slammed her forearm into the back of Pyros elbow, causing his arm to snap in two with a sick wet crack of the joint that brought a somewhat sadistic looking smile to Hawkes face, especially when Pyro fell to his knees and let out a loud scream in pain. In a last act of defiance, Pyros adreniline kicked in and he swung one last punch at Hawke. It hit her squarely and it was definately followed through, harder than any other punch she ever recieved from Pyro. It hit right on her cheek bone and sent her head recoiling backwards. The problem was her body followed, and so did Pyros. They were already on the edge of the conveyor when he hit her, and that sent them both tumbling over the side, free falling down towards the conveyor directly below.
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Originally posted by Nadia Shevizon[- Orbiting Nar Shaddaa -]
/- 1120 GST = Day 0066 -\
There was a definate sence of urgency to get back to the Fury of the Fallen before anything else happened. Their time on the moon was frustrating enough, but now, with Avidor in the passanger section of the Shuttle, it made things all the more interesting. Especially for Nadia.
He was angry and in deep thought. He hadnt spoken to her since they arived at the shuttle. In all her time with him, she had never seen him react this way to a situation. There had been similar things happen involving Jedi, but they never encountered one they didnt kill. That could have possibly been why he was so angry, but she had her doubts. He seemed to be more angry towards her than anything else... she had hopes that he wasnt dwelling on her defiance earlier in the day, and thus dismissed the thought of it and went back to other possibilities. They encountered one Jedi, he fought, and she got away from him. That one was Hawke. She was sure that Avidor would want to hunt her down later. Two others arived and now he was running from one of those two. Avidor was interested in killing their pursuer rather than running from him, but they didnt know the extent of the pursuers training. It would be foolish to rush into a fight with no information, they had to play it smart. If Nadia couldnt handle Casoth on her own, Avidor would have to step in, and he needed time to recooperate from his draining battle with Hawke.
As it stood, Avidor was regaining himself quickly. He was almost back to full strength, but Nadia was starting to become drained more and more as he took her energy from her, using that damned force link he formed to bind his life to hers. She could sustain herself with no trouble, and she could withstand being drained, but it didnt change the fact that it kept her in a dazed state. Nadia had the ability to recooperate much quicker than Avidor did. She was young and hadnt been in a real battle recently, Avidor had. He needed to be at full strength at all times. Nadia would just have to deal.
The shuttle made it's approach to the orbiting ship, 'The Fury of the Fallen'. It was a heavily modified Light Corvette, more commonly known as an Imperial Customs Corvette made by Rendili Stardrives, but this ones outer appearance wasnt anything like those. It had several hull modifications on the aft sections that shortened the ship by about 30 meters, likely due to damage and age to the old ship, plus lack of need for the extra sections. It was fitted with 8 automated anti-ship laser cannons for combat against smallcraft, three on the starboard and three on the port sides. The last two mounted on the top and bottom of the bridge. The expanded hangar bay was set up like a chop shop for the pirates living in it. A large workshop like area off to the side of it and heavy shielded blast doors at the entrances that lead into the inner ship. With those closed, there was no way to access any other compartment of the ship from the hangar. Instead of 6 turbolaser turrets there were 12, giving the Fury much more firepower than it was ment to ever have. The modifications cost the pirates some in speed but it was still manueverable, and whatever queery they were after, they could always bring in with their dual tractor beam projectors on the foreward section of the ship. It was outfitted for smuggling and piracy.
"Shit." the shuttle pilot growled through his teeth then opened up a channel to the Fury. He had been looking at the radar and obviously saw something he didnt like. "Captain, we have a problem, we're being followed." Nadia stood, she felt a little dizzy and weak. She was out of breath and lacking the energy to move. That was a familiar feeling - the effects of the link no doubt. She didnt panic though, the effects would pass in a few short moments. The young apprentice to Lord Avidor placed a hand on the wall to stabilize herself then slowly made her way towards his seat. Nadia bowed her head to her Master. That was a first. Normally she'd growl some snotty comment at him, but this was her oppertunity to show him what she could do, so she felt a little more inclined to show him the respect he demanded from her. "What do you want me to do?" she questioned him... "You have to ask?" ... "No." She replied, heading for the boarding ramp.
The pilot began the landing sequence in the back corner of the hangar instead of right in the middle, as if he was making room for someone. The wings of the shuttle folded up and slowly touched down on the hangar bay floor with a hiss of the repulsor lifts. Avidor stood from his seat, Nadia was already down the ramp before it even opened fully. There in the Hangar, Khalil and his boarding party squad approached. Fully armed and ready for battle. "Khalil." ... "Save it, we already know you were followed. That wouldnt have been a problem if you had hurried up and gotten off that rock when we did. Either way it doesnt matter, he veered off course." ... "He's a Jedi."
Khalil cursed a few huttese slangs then raised his hand up, signalling his men to wrap things up and move out of the hangar. "Well now, little lady, I suppose it's time for you to return a favor and your Master to earn his keep. We're going to tractor him in. We dont need a jedi going back and telling the whole d**n republic about our ship and who we are. Especially since we have fething sith onboard!" he said as he turned his back to Nadia. Khalil activated his comlink to contact the Lieutenant as he walked out of the hangar. "Oteri, dont let him get away. Tractor that X-wing into the hangar. Our guests will take care of him." he mumbled into his comlink. The orders were quickly carried out by the Lieutenant. Soon she could see the x-wing approaching the bay as the remainder of the crew cleared out and the inner blast doors were closed to prevent the jedi from getting anywhere in the ship other than the hangar.
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Originally posted by Blinker-= Temple Reactor Room - RJ-347 =-
-= Day 066 - 12:10 PM =-
The Astromech access hatch slid open and R5 rolled into the reactor room. From what his sensors could pick up, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary here. The power in the room was on, and so Blinker plugged into the reactor control console to call up a system status report. All systems were operational, the Main Reactor as well as the Emergency Backup System, which meant the cause of problem should be located somewhere else in the temple. He called up a recent system log, which showed that several main conduits in the north-west section had fallen out at the same time. Although this didn't give him any clue why, he at least knew what to do. He accessed the system command menu and re-routed the power from the main reactor to a large nearby conduit that had been added to distribute power to the recently installed Planetary Defender Ion Cannon. It should be enough to restore power to at least the south-western sections of the temple.
1-PO's voice came in nervously over the comlink. "...well that's an improvement.., although I'm afraid our problems are not quite over yet. I just found out that Long Range Communications aren't operative! The Lower Sections are also still offline! Hurry up R5, do something!" Blinker cut off the connection and exited the reactor room into the north-west hallway.
What he found was a total mess. He looked to the right. In the north-west section of the Central Hallway, several columns had collapsed, and a pile of debris blocked the entrance to the Lecture Room.It seemed like some kind of powerful explosion had torn apart the hallways. On his left side, the wall on the side of the healing rooms seemed to have caved in. Parts of the ceiling had come down, and the long transparisteel window that gave view upon the Main Duelling Arena had been ripped out of its frame. The little droid was puzzled. What kind of explosion could have possibly wreaked havoc on this scale? The floor was torn open, and R5 spotted several main power conduits that had been severely damaged. A thick cloud of dust and smoke hung in the hall. Blinker rolled over to the place where the damage seemed to be at its worst, careful to avoid short-circuiting wires and cables that hung from collapsed parts of the hallway ceiling.
Blinker started scanning the area in front of the entrance to that strange, forbidden chamber that the Jedi called 'The Lodge', and noticed something odd. The shattered remains of the transparisteel window lay inside the hall. Had something exploded in here, logic dictated that the shards should have been blown out into the arena. The floor itself seemed to be 'sunken in' in places. It looked rather like something had in fact... imploded. He was about to turn his attention to the entrance of the Lodge as suddenly he heard a loud metallic groan overhead, the unmistakable sound of a support beam giving in. Large rocks started to fall down and Blinker whistled in surprise as he turned around as quickly as he could, but the little astromech was too slow. Before he knew what hit him, the entire ceiling of the hallway collapsed right on top of him, and darkness filled his visual sensors.
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Originally posted by Josda Casoth-Nar Shaddaa - Spacelanes-
-=1123 GST - Day 0066=-
As Casoth maneuvered his ship back towards the planet's surface, he felt a shudder run through the craft's spaceframe. The sublight drives began to whine as though under great stress, and the shaking built in intensity. R4's translator screen printed out a message
SENSORS INDICATE THAT WE ARE CAUGHT IN A TRACTOR BEAM. PINPOINTING BEAM PROJECTION SOURCE.
A hologram of local space appeared on the heads-up display. As Casoth watched, the astromech selected and expanded a section of the image, repeating the process several times. Finally, a marker denoting one of the nearby vessels lit up. A three-dimensional hologram coalesced on the control panel, showing a heavily armed and extensively modified ship. The lines of the hull were vaguely familiar, but whatever type it was based off of, someone had obviously done some serious custom work.
"I don't suppose there's any chance of breaking tractor lock?" Casoth inquired. The droid replied in the negative, and Casoth sighed. "It was worth a try. All right, R4, let's shut down the drives. Reroute main power to the security systems, and stand by to take control of the ship on my mark. I've got a feeling that I'm going to be busy in a few minutes."
Casoth throttled back the sublight drives, feeling the Jai'galaar's shaking subside. Status light glowed on the control panel as systems came to life. The X-wing's nose swung around, orienting towards its captor.
As the other ship loomed closer, Casoth gave the signal to the astromech and relinquished control of the fighter. With one hand, he drew his lightsaber; with the other, his DL-44 blaster pistol. He reached out, feeling the presence of the Dark Jedi that he had been tracking aboard the ship. "All right," he said. "You want a confrontation? I guess I'll just have to oblige."
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Originally posted by Blinker-= North-West Hallway - Reborn Jedi Temple - RJ-347 =-
-= Day 066 - 12:15 PM - GST =-
A large pile of rocks, dust, ceiling tiles and other debris lay in the middle of the north-west hallway, completely sealing off the exit to the Central Hallway. A few small rocks on top of the pile tumbled down and out of the debris rose a narrow appendage with a small visual sensor on top. It turned left and right as it examined the surroundings. A muffled series of frustrated beeps and muttering hoots sounded from below, as the droid realized that a heavy durasteel support beam had fallen right on top of him. With a lot of time and patience, Blinker could probably burn through it with one of his cutting lasers, but he was not in the right position to reach it, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't move an inch. As he was pondering some more desperate measures, the weight of the support beam suddenly seemed to decrease. Rocks tumbled from the pile, and the heavy durasteel beam rose slowly into the air as if lifted by invisible hands. It hovered over to the side a bit, then crashed down onto the floor with a loud clang that resounded through the hallways.
"...you're one lucky little droid, you know...", said a cheerful sounding voice to the left of him.
Blinker now managed to break free from the debris and staggered a bit forward. In front of him stood a young Echani girl, about eleven standard years old. She had silver-white hair, and silver-grey eyes. She wore some kind of white hooded jumpsuit with silver accents, which -knew Blinker- was in fact the traditional combat dress of the Echani. He knew this young Jedi pretty well. Her name was Dinphee. She used to be one of the younglings of Master Shada's old class. She wasn't a youngling anymore now though. Despite her age, she was one of the most promising young Padawans. Ever since Master Shada had disappeared, Master Nelsh had taken her a bit under his wing whenever he was around the Temple. Blinker tootled a word of sincere thanks as she kneeled down by him and dusted him off a little bit.
"DEET-DEET-BLIRP! HOOT-CHIP-CHIP-WHISTLE-HOOT!"
"...I know, I know! Let's get going before more of the ceiling collapses!", she said rising to her feet.
"Only problem is... there is nowhere to go... the door on the other side of the hallway is closed, and the power is down! The Healing Rooms have been destroyed... what do we do now?"
Blinker made no comments and rolled forward down the hallway.
Dinphee ran after him.
"...where are you going? We can't go that way!"
The little astromech stopped behind a column and started scanning the stones of the wall. When he found what he was looking for, he extended his manipulator arm and pressed on one of the stones. From somewhere below came a muffled sound of ropes, chains and stones; analogue machinery. Then a section of the wall sank back and rose up slowly to reveal a small passageway. Dinphee stood back wide-eyed, gasping in awe as a chilly breeze softly blew in her face.
"...a secret passage! ...WOW!!!", she exclaimed excitedly as she peeked curiously inside.
Blinker agreed.
"I heard rumours about these... so they actually exist! I had NO idea it was here!
The little droid rolled forward and bumped softly against her legs, as if to encourage her to make haste.
"I'm going, I'm going! ...mind telling me where this leads to?", Dinphee asked anxiously as she set foot into the dark tunnel.
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Originally posted by Josda Casoth-Fury of the Fallen - Hangar Bay-
-=1131 GST - Day 0066=-
The airtight seal of the Jai'galaar's canopy hissed as Casoth opened it slightly, allowing the fighter's internal air pressure to equalize with that of the hangar. Raising the canopy the rest of the way, he climbed out onto the fuselage, standing on the nose and looking down at the two robed figures below him.
"The welcoming comittee," he said, a touch sarcastically. "I thank you for your invitation to come aboard, although I really can't stay long. If I may ask who I'm addressing...?"
The older man, who was obviously the Master, remained silent. Casoth shrugged. "You're right, it probably will be easier to kill each other if we don't get on a first-name basis. Shall we begin?"
Without waiting for an answer, he leaped lightly down to the deck and holstered his blaster. He brought his lightsaber into a guard position, but did not ignite it, waiting for his opponents to make the first move.
An unseen signal passed between the two Dark Jedi, and the young woman moved forward, drawing and igniting her weapon. Casoth could feel the Force flowing between Master and apprentice. The old man was weakened by his fight with Hawke, and his apprentice was forced to sustain him, but together they were still stronger than Casoth was. He was going to have to make them fight on his terms if he was going to get out of this in one piece.
A meter-long blade of pure blue energy fountained from the emitter of Casoth's weapon, accompanied by the familiar shriek-hiss of the igniting blade. He reached out to the Force, letting it move through him. He felt the tides of the Force swirling around him as the young Dark Jedi moved forward, her blade flashing through a rapid opening attack. His hands moved of their own accord, his lightsaber rising to intercept the strike, and he felt the shock of the impact in his arms as the two energy blades collided. He spun his lightsaber around, knocking her blade aside, and drove a palm strike at her chin. It connected, snapping her head back, but she turned the motion into a flip kick that cracked into Casoth's ribs and sent him flying. He landed on his back, letting the impetus carry him through a complete backward roll and ending on his feet.
His opponent allowed him no respite. Weaving a complex pattern of light with her blade, she drove Casoth back towards the hangar's atmosphere containment field. He could feel death by explosive decompression looming behind him. Letting his body go limp, he collapsed to the deck. A scissoring motion of his legs trapped her feet, causing her to lose balance and fall. Casoth drove his blade upwards, hoping to impale her on the glowing tip, but she knocked it aside with her lightsaber as she fell.
Almost simultaneously, they jump-kicked upright. A surge of Force power lifted Casoth into the air. The Dark Jedi was close behind as he grabbed a piece of dangling machinery, swinging off of it towards the back of the hangar. He landed, rolling sideways as the other combatant descended on him like a bolt of lightning. Her blade drove through the deck plating mere millimeters from the spot where his head had been as he came up off the deck.
As the young woman freed her blade, Casoth grabbed her by the closest wrist. Yanking her arm up behind her back, he swung an overhand blow at the top of her head, but her red blade rose and deflected the attack. With impressive speed, she reversed her grip on her lightsaber hilt, and stabbed backwards at Casoth's side. He blocked the blow in time, but his weapon was in a weak position, and rather than pulling back for another strike, she locked blades with him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his wrist trembled as she increased pressure on it, slowly overwhelming his defense.
He leaned backwards, breaking the lock as he did, and felt her blade scorch across the front of his leather vest. He continued the movement into a backflip, as she forward-rolled to gain some breathing space. She turned to face him, waiting, planning her next attack. Casoth flexed his wrist and forced his breathing to slow to normal. He resumed his guard stance, watching her across the blue glow of his own blade. "Come on," he said.
The battle began again in earnest.
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Originally posted by Nadia Shevizon[- Fury of the Fallen - Hangar Bay -]
/- 1135 GST - Day 0066-\
A dark red hue of light traveled across the floor, brightening then fading out. The color along the floor returning every time Nadia twirled her saber around in her fingers. It made circling motions to her side, the red trails of light illuminated the pitch blackness of her cloak, causing a blood red color to form across the fabric. She made her way forward towards the defencive Casoth. She was analizing his stance as she moved closer, but he simply stepped back. Nadia wasnt a very experianced fighter when it camed to real saber battles. She fought Avidor plenty of times - those were real enough, but the only reason she stood a chance against him was because she knew him so well. It was easier to predict his movements. But now with a completely new opponent, her usual means of analizing fighting styles seemed to be useless.
The dark jedi took another step forward, and in response the Knight took two steps back. This was getting her nowhere. How was she supposed to fight him when he constantly backed away? "Enough stalling!" she hissed in Casoths direction then sprinted forward at him, saber at the ready. Casoths defencive stance switched. He planted his foot back and brought his blade overhead with a spin then swung down in a quick diagnal strike towards the rapidly approaching Dark Jedi. Nadia lept into the air to flip over the jedi, narrowly avoiding being struck by the blade. As she neared the peek of her flip, upside down, she reached out with her blade and struck down at Josda's head while passing over him. Clash! The red and Blue sabers struck eachother and with a spark were deflected. Both attacks were ineffective. Nadia's body spun mid air so that when she landed she was facing the jedi once more, this time with his retreat blocked... but he didnt retreat.
In his side stance, Casoth struck horrizontally with his saber in a single hand as he turned around to face Nadia. She pulled back to let the blue saber pass directly in front of her face then quickly stepped forward just at the end of his strike. She countered with a swipe towards his back and side, going for an attack to his blind spot. The Jedi's senses saved his life. Reacting to the incoming danger, Josda spun his saber around, gripping it with both hands for added support as he blocked the devistating attack and locked sabers with Nadia once again.
The sabers scratched together, only locked for a moment. With Casoth still in a side stance facing Nadia and his saber held behind him in a block, he spun towards the dark jedi so that his left hip was now against her right hip and he was close enough to get out of the danger zone while forcing her saber away from him, at the same time as the spin he brought up his elbow into her nose with all the force he could muster. The force of the blow to the nose caused Nadia to stagger back, her vision blurred and her nose began to bleed out, but that didnt change Casoths mind about keeping up on the offence.
It was apparent to her now, that as soon as she made her decision to charge at the Jedi, she lost her attacking position and thus lost the title of aggressor in the fight. In her attempt to block Casoths retreat she left herself open and fell right for a trap. Soon, she found herself as the one now retreating backwards, directly towards the X-Wing. Nadia ducked and weaved in and out, away from the blade, only using her saber to deflect attacks when she really had to. That was so she could conserve her energy. She already started to feel winded, now it was only a question of how long she could endure this fight at this pace. Casoths rapid strikes kept coming. He used several combinations of quick swipes to create openings then hard slashes to take advantage of those openings. It backed Nadia into the X-wing. She braced herself with her feet and tried to stand her ground, blocking fully now with her saber, countering where she could, he was just to fast.
Casoth blocked one of the incoming counter strikes from Nadia and moved her saber off to the side with his left hand then punched her right in the arm to further deflect her saber away, immediately following the punch he backhanded the Dark Jedi to the chin with his hand still closed in a fist. She stumbled at the onslaught then dropped down to one knee, ducking underneath an incoming stab towards her chest. The jedi's saber lunged forward then was jerked to the side as it deflected off the energy shield that surrounded his starfighter. The astromech droid inside had activated the deflector shield in order to keep the ship from being damaged by stray lightsaber attacks.
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Originally posted by Nadia ShevizonAs Nadia dropped to one knee she found an opening, thanks to the harsh deflection of his saber by the disruptor shields. She attacked the opening, swinging her saber in an uppercut like movement, slicing up across Casoths quadriceps and slightly into his hip bone. The extent of the slash would have gashed into his stomach had he not pulled back and deflected the remainder of the swing. Nadia dropped down to her side and rolled underneath the back end of the ship while Casoth stood there growling in pain. He surpressed the feeling then knelt down to take a swing at the young dark jedi who was now back up to one knee with her head ducked down in order to fit underneath the ship. They both took swings at eachother. Lazy but quick swings, trying to force eachother to back off so that they could get some breathing room. That didnt go anywhere, after a few seconds, Casoth lunged forward, tackling Nadia to the deck of the hangar. He had ahold of her saber hand and tried to overpower her but she mimiced his move and took hold of his saber hand as well, keeping a strong hold on him.
As they both pushed against eachothers grip, Nadia began to gain the leverage she needed for a quick push. With a little extra help from the force she eventually flipped Casoth over, reversing the positions of the pin. She slammed his hand into the floor until his knuckles were raw and continued to do so until they were bloodied and so sore that he was forced to release his grip on his saber. The device disengaged and the blue blade returned to it hilt as it clattered against the floor a few inches away from Casoths hand.
Nadia's saber however, was still activated. She lowered it closer and closer to his head but it was still a struggle to keep from losing the upper hand. He was stronger than her, but she had the determaination. Something to prove to her Master. She also had the anger inside her, it kept her going. Slowly sparks started to fly from the deck of the hangar as her saber pressed down into the durasteel floor. She lowered her saber farther, using all of her strength to battle Casoths grip. It was extreamly difficult, but finally, announced by the yell out in pain, the saber cut down a quarter of an inch into Casoths shoulder. Thats the farthest it got. A sudden burst from the ships retrothrusters scorched Nadia's back with intense heat. She tilted her head back and screamed outloud, partially in surprise but moreso because of the pain. Those thrusters, used to stabilize the X-Wing Starfighter during a landing, were activated by the R4 Astromech droid still onboard the ship. With the extra adreniline now pumping through Casoths veins and the sudden distraction for Nadia, Casoth threw the dark jedi off of him with such force that she rose up a good two feet then slammed into the floor, the harsh landing knocking her into a slight daze. After the landing she rolled several times before coming to a halt out from underneath the ship behind the engines.
Nadia struggled to get up, her saber was a couple feet away. Casoth was already on his feet sprinting towards her. As she rose to her feet her saber levitated off the ground, quickly shooting up to her hand, activating a fraction of a second before Casoths saber would have connected with her neck. A loud clash echoed throughout the hangar. The force of the attack, even though she blocked it, knocked her off balance, leaving her vunerable to all kinds of attacks. Casoth chose a non-lethal one. He tightened his cybernetic hand into a fist then, Crack! It connected with the side of the dark siders jaw so hard that her body just completely gave out and she fell backwards, her body slumping to the ground.
Black spots clouded her vision. It blurred in and out. She was seeing doubles of everything. The young darth struggled to move but she couldnt bring herself to sit up. It was like something was holding her down, but really her body just went limp. She could still see the Jedi standing over her, saber still activated, but soon her vision was completely filled with black and she couldnt see anything anymore. She heard a yell, that ment she could still hear. Distorted hearing at first. She heard her master step into the fight. He threw something at the Jedi and he must have gotten hit with it, then the object landed with a loud thud. It was a supply crate by the sounds of it. That was the last thing she could really make out before the sharp, high pitched ringing sound filled her ears. It took a moment but then the ringing slowly dimmed in volume and she slipped into unconsiousness.
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Originally posted by Pyro-= Nar Shaddaa - Lower Corellian Sector; Speeder Factory =-
-= 11:27 GST - Day 0066 =-
Landing awkwardly on his back Pyro heard a soft crack and felt five of his ribs shift and break, one puncturing a lung. Lying on a conveyor belt gasping for air, Pyro had completely lost track of his quarry. Making an attempt to sit up to search for her, he sat himself up. Half way up, his arms failed and he collapsed back onto the conveyor belt, hard. A mordant pain rippled through is torso as it hit the structure again, bones shifting in their muscle sheathes. Some sheathes shredded as the sharp break point moved across their surface. Hoping to lessen the pain, Pyro tried to curl into a ball, he suddenly found himself hanging over the edge of the conveyor belt. Legs flailing in the air while his chest sunk further into the hard metal more damage being caused to his already fragile body. Knowing he only had moments before on of his rips slipped, and punctured a vital organ he pushed away from the conveyor belt with his palms. tumbling through the air Pyro abruptly slammed into another conveyor belt with a wet thump, leaving a slick streak of crimson on the structure his momentum carried him forwards over the edge and further down, before catching his head on another belt and sweet un-conciseness took over and he began to plummet through the air. Ever contact with a protruding object resulted in a bright spray of scarlet, for seven stories he feel like this hitting an object at least once per story. With a moist crunch, he slammed into the ground, there was an audible crackle as the rest of his ribs his skull, trapezium and tiba broke in quick succession. While a rouge rip almost flew through his back and stuck out for a good few inches. Lost in blackness Pyro felt none of this, and it seemed doubtful he would. As he lay there in an ever expanding pool of scarlet. With a sodden rattle, a pitiable excuse for breath, Hawke approached from the shadows.
She had quickly recovered after the fall, landing on the same belt as Pyro only feet first. With the force as her means she had strengthened her thighs and calves along with her ankles against the compounding forces of landing then using those very same forces against them self in a kind of slingshot nature, she launched herself to another belt. Catching the side in her palms and with her legs tucked above her feet pushing against the bottom the metal casing; she hung like some black twisted mynok. Gently extending her legs, she propelled her self downwards only half a moment later, straight down into the blackness. Her cloak now hammering the wind about her, with only twelve meters from impact, Hawke flipped her self right and landed on her hands and feet, with one leg out to the side. Her cloak coming to settle around her, waiting a few seconds to gather herself and the force back around her, causing a red electricity to now crackle around her eye area. Slowly she rose a hooded figure with flashes of red coming from underneath the garment. Now striding towards the bloody figure of Pyro…
Coming to a stop abruptly over his mangled body, Hawke’ anger boiled as her lightsaber whipped into her right hand from her opposite waist.
“How the mighty ‘Jedi’ have fallen” She spat, before igniting her weapon it’s *crimson* glow polluting the area around them….
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Originally posted by Blinker-= Secret Passage - Reborn Jedi Temple - RJ-347 =-
-= Day 066 - 12:19 PM - GST =-
Blinker followed closely behind as Dinphee carefully started down the dark tunnel. After a few metres she stood still and peeked back over her shoulder. "...c'mon 'moty!", she said, making an encouraging gesture. Only now did Blinker notice the remote that hovered in the air a few metres behind her. The small spherical droid floated over and Dinphee gave a simple hand signal, upon which it obediently went ahead to explore the passage.
Blinker beeped an inquiry.
"Yeah, I made him myself! I just call him Moty."
The astromech whistled an ironic reply.
Dinphee chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. "...I guess I couldn't think of anything better. But he's clever, you know! I made some special modifications so he could help me with simple tasks."
Blinker made an understanding little hoot that echoed through the emptiness of the tunnel. A low rumble sounded from a distance, and Dinphee froze in her steps. "...that sounded like another collapse ...are you sure coming here was a good idea? Because I'm beginning to think it wasn't. Then again... we don't have a lot of options, do we?"
Blinker agreed, but followed with an impatient rattle.
"Yeah, we'd better get a move on. I don't feel like getting trapped in here, either."
As they progressed, Dinphee noticed that the floor had been sloping upwards all the way. They rounded a few corners, all the time going up still, until finally they came upon a junction. Behind her, Blinker beeped a warning and turned on his headlight, pointing out a large crack in the ceiling and a section of the wall, as well as some big rocks on the floor. Dinphee managed to keep her nerve and pointed into the tunnel on her right. "...so, this leads to the Council Chamber, you say?", she asked dryly, reminding herself to focus on one problem at a time, like Master Shada had taught her. Blinker bleeped a confirmation. "Alright, let's go."
She had only taken a few steps into the passage as her remote returned to her, buzzing two short, low tones. "...he says we can't go any further", translated Dinphee for the other droid. The remote activated a light and now the young Jedi could see why. Further up, the tunnel had collapsed entirely, blocking their exit to the Council Chamber. "... in that case we can only take the other route, to the Lecture Rooms...", said Dinphee. But Blinker had already spun around and made for the other tunnel.
This passage was going down to a lower level. Dinphee followed silently behind the astromech. She seemed calm from the outside, but inside she was afraid that the other exit would be blocked as well. Luckily, that didn't turn out to be the case, as Blinker came to a halt by a stone door panel in the side of the tunnel. It depicted a cloaked Jedi. He started looking for the switch, but suddenly halted, bleeping cautiously. "Your sensors are picking up heat from inside, you say?" The girl closed her eyes and opened herself up to the Force. "Yeah, I sense it too. There must be a fierce fire going on in there.", she said. "Soooo, we'd better not open this door. The fresh air might fuel the fire, you know." The little astromech agreed. "Where does this lead to?", she asked, gesturing at the tunnel ahead.
Blinker activated his holoprojector and showed her a 3D model of the Temple's layout, marking the secret passage they were in with a lighter shade. "Oh boy...", Dinphee said slowly, studying the rotating diagram. "...looks like this goes all the way down into the lower levels..." She seemed to hesitate. "I don't want to go down there. It's dangerous in the Lower Sections. Only the Knights and Masters are allowed to go there..." She sighed. "But once again, we have no choice..."
She took a few hesitating steps down the tunnel, but Blinker quickly extended his manipulator and grabbed her by her robes, protesting with loud whistles and rattles. Dinphee froze with a sudden realization.
"...the Holocrons of the Old Masters! They're in the Lecture Rooms! You're right, how could I totally forget about that? We have to save them!" Blinker released her robes and Dinphee ran back towards the door. The R5 whistled panickingly behind her.
"I know, I know! Listen, here's what we're going to do..."
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Originally posted by Avidor(Fury of the Fallen, Hangar Bay)
(1150 GST - Day 0066)
A dark figure rose from the shadows of the now abandoned hangar, striding casually towards the fallen Dark Knight, Nadia, positioning himself between the girl and his opponent. "Fool of a Jedi. With your mindset you can accomplish nothing." Avidor spat his comment towards Casoth, you could see the malice and spite in his eyes, but not for Casoth, it was something deeper. Avidor extended his arm to the side, his palm facing down, then from under his cloak his saber levitated swiftly to his hand and ignited just as soon.
As the crimson blade extended from the hilt, Avidor stepped forward, not even a glance towards his fallen apprentice who had just failed him at yet another task. His teeth clinched, he had but idea in his mind. Make him suffer. With supernatural speed, Avidor rushed forward, sprinting with the force guiding his movements towards the young Jedi. The opening attack of the duel was announced by a loud clash of sabers that echoed throughout the Hangar.
Both opponents were bounced back from the blow. Casoths blade recoiled harshly but recovered quickly from it, changing the direction of his blade into a forward momentum and striking upwards at Avidor. Avidor spun around, following the momentum of his blade recoiling from the clash, as he spun on his heels he stepped to the side slightly to better his position for follow up attacks while lunging his blade forward at Casoths torso - more specifically his lungs.
The quick move forced Casoth into a defencive stance, he swung downwards to intercept the blow but a shrieking hiss emited from Avidors blade as it was absorbed back into its hilt. Without a saber to clash against, Casoths blade swung wide, leaving his torso open again. Avidor avoided the clearly open target and shifted the handle of his saber, finding a different objective. The blade extended with precise aim for the inner elbow joint, but not fully - Avidor wanted to cut the tendons in his opponents arm. A difficult attack for a saberist.
Casoth shifted his feet backwards and released his saber with one hand, quickly moving his arm out of the way and off to the side of his body to avoid the bazaar strike - even with the quick dodge he still ended up with slightly burned skin. Avidor scoffed as Casoth countered with a swing towards his saber, only to meet thin air once again. The young Jedi took a step back to assess the fighting style, and Avidor stood there calmly with his once again deactivated saber lingering in hand as he stepped closer in an attempt to provoke an attack.
Originally posted by Calvin Brand
Originally posted by Jos Nelsh