Looking for players for a Star Wars themed RP

[Apollo Wilde]

Hello all -

I'm sure that the advent of the new Star Wars movie has left some of us more dorky minded people frothing at the mouth, so I thought a Star Wars based RP would be in order. I don't have a story directly, but I'm thinking about taking some of the storylines from the novels and working those in -

I'm open to story ideas and the like, so don't be afraid to IM or PM me if you're interested.

-K!

 

[thegibe]

I think it's a great idea. Looking to do a 1 on 1 or group?

There already is a group one going on, so if you'd rather do a 1-on-1 I’d be glad to join you. As for plot, I myself would prefer something not directly tied into the story – as in, original characters. I have a thing against people ruining characters. =D

 

[Apollo Wilde]

I wouldn't be adverse to a one-on-one RP -

But yeah, you're right - I was planning to RP as an original char, but depending on the SL, the cast from the movies might make a small appearance as needed.

So, we can put our heads together and come up with something grand, hm?

-K!

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Any ideas as of yet?

-K!

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Character Description

Apo’l Kang Shryr

Age: 24

Height: 5'4

Eye color: Gold

Hair color: Brown

Physical Description: Lithe figure - through her Jedi-training, she is losing her puppy-fat, caused by a basically still life-style of the Temple. She still retains the fluid nature of her curves, though, and can hardly be accused of being called "masucline". She wears a cropped black top, exposing her mid-driff and arms. She wears baggy black pants with the right leg missing. On this bared right leg, she wears two black bands. Completing her outfit are a pair of black knee-high boots.

Her skin is the color of dark chocolate, and her hair is pulled back in a series of twists and loops, with two "ponytails" hanging down on either side of her face. She only dresses her hair with semi-precious gems and pearls, an offshoot to her upbringing as well.

Background:

Apo’l Kang Shryr was born on an extremely patriarchal planet - women were relegated to specific roles. However, with most societies that are structured in that fashion, the more intelligent women learn their way around men to control them.

Such a woman was Apo’l’s mother, Shryr.

Shryr knew that if a daughter was born to her and her husband, Kang, that the child would not be able to become much more in life other than a housewife, and she knew any child of hers was destined for greatness. Once she found that she was pregnant, she left her husband for a sabbatical at a temple for goddess worship. The women of these temples were revered, and generally worked to themselves. Much like the priestesses of the temples of Aphrodite, these women used their bodies as sacraments - any man who went into one was temporarily placed in their power. The women of these temples were bound by one common thread - sensitivity to the Force. Although they were never trained as full-fledged Jedi [ due to their being women - the sons, if sensed sensitive in the Force, were taken off planet for training ], they used their powers for minor healing jobs. When Shryr gave birth to Apo’l, she decided that the best fate for the child before she could leave the planet was to stick to the temple and learn the ways on how women could control men with little more than a few words.

As Apo’l grew up in the temple, she was well-known as one of the most beautiful servants of the Goddess. She was trained in the usual arts of a priestess - healing, singing, dancing, little more than the usual “feminine” fluff. Despite being surrounded by such examples of womanhood, Apo’l was an ardent tomboy, and would often sneak off in the middle of her chores to climb a tree or run foot-races with the boys. In order to do so, however, she would have to dress up as a young man. The years passed with Apo’l’s interaction with the boys, until during a wrestling match that it was revealed that she was a young woman. Rather than being brought back to her mother, Apo’l was dragged to her father, Kang. Kang, only faintly aware of his daughter’s whereabouts and upbringing, was disappointed in the dirt-smeared young woman brought before him. He denounced her as his daughter, and sent her back to the temple with a message to dissolve the marriage between him and Shryr. Shryr, not really taking the news as a setback, told Apo’l that now that she was free of her father [ and would be shamed anywhere else on the planet ] that it was now most important that she got off the planet and discovered who she actually was.

Shryr had heard from men traveling through the temple [ for the “Love Arts” of these particular women were famed to a certain extent - most passed it off as a rumor ] that people with the “magical” abilities, IE, the Force, could get special training elsewhere. For the next few months, it became Apo’l’s job to work up the money to get off planet. Once that goal was achieved, she bid farewell to her mother and her surrogate mothers and sisters of the Temple, and set off world...

Personality-wise, Apo’l can seem like two sides of the same coin. She can be incredibly feminine and demur when the situation calls for it, but she can be the biggest tomboy and toughest customer, too. She prefers the latter, but recognizes the importance of using what nature has granted her to also get what she wants, rather than resorting to violence. It came as a violent surprise to her that the Jedi are so far removed from their sexuality, but she is willing to put aside that part of her in order to hone her powers for the greater good. She is generally an attentive student, but has a tendency to day-dream.

She longs for adventure and the thrill of the hunt, and has taken like a fish to water to the more combative training of the Jedi. She can be considered slightly naive - she doesn’t quite know how life outside of a male dominated society works. However, because she seems wide-eyed and young is no reason to dismiss her - she is very intelligent and is always looking for an angle to play to her advantage. She has the ability to read people, especially men, fairly well due to her dealings with them at the Temple. Her weakness, though, is an inherent trusting relationship that she extends to other women, due to her upbringing. As she travels from planet to planet, she is beginning to learn that women can be just as treacherous as men, using the same methods that she was raised to us....

 

[Zax]

Well, like I stated to you before, the RP idea sounds interesting. Never done anything Star Wars before, but I do enjoy Sci-Fi and I've seen movies 1, 4, 5, 6 and the animated clone wars mini-series.

The last one being my favourite to be honest, I think I'd enjoy taking part in this. I'd need to think up a character though.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Sorry Zax -

But I believe I'm going to make this a closed thread between thegibe and myself. There is another Star Wars thread going on, however, that needs more players and ones that can actually write, too . I have considering joining that one as well, so we can possibly work together there.

-K!

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

Sorce Talanis

Age: 29

Height: 6'1"

Eye color: Dark Blue

Hair color: Black

Physical Description:
Jedi Knight Sorce is well known among the Jedi for being a master swordsman with an affinity for valuing combat over negotiation. At 6'1", Sorce houses an impressive build, a tribute to his many years as a field agent.

Sorce bears an appearance slightly unique among Jedi. He typically wears his Jedi robes, which tend to be a little darker than Jedi prefer. He also bears numerous black tatoos on his tanned skin, symbols of the tribe he belonged to. They are intricate designs, covering enough of him to be noticeable and give a slightly barbaric appearance, but not so much that it's grotesque, or jarring.

Background:

Sorce was born on a planet deep in the Wild Space - a region with very few civilized planets which are so remote they have little to do with the rest of the universe. This planet - Raf'li - was still rather uncivilized, at least according to the rest of the universe. The planet has no oceans, and is almost entirely covered in gigantic mountains. The planet is rather sparsely populated, and is dotted by tribes and clans of people. These groups of humans are incredibly independant and warlike, causing the planet to be in a constant state of war.

Twenty-three years ago, a Jedi by the name of Naark Lumines found his path leading him to this planet. He was following a trail that would hopefully lead him to the busting of a smuggler's ring, but found something quite different. Among the harsh and warlike people, one young boy stood out for something he immediately felt - the Force.

Naark determined that the boy should be trained in the Jedi arts, and whisked him away back to Coruscant, where Sorce spent the rest of his life training. At a young age, he was apprenticed by Naark, who had taken a strong interest in the boy. At twenty-two, he passed the trials, and became a true Jedi Knight.

Sorce spent the next eight years doing field work, always on the move. He gained a reputation for his excellent swordsmanship, as well as being rather hasty and impatient. Finally, he decided to take on an apprentice.

It was at that time that the Clone Wars broke out, and he and his new apprentice - Apo’l Kane Shryr found themselves immediately put into action. For the next three years they travelled together, as Sorce sought to teach her everything he knew of the Force.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

First post

She had been wanting adventure...excitement....

But nothing like this.

The Clone Wars were unlike anything she had even seen or heard of before. Her planet had had its share of wars, that was true enough, but never anything on this scale. And the way people turned on one another now....! There were no such things as trust, friendship, honor. The only bright light in this abysmal chain of events was that the Jedi still tried to uphold the honor, tried to continue with a democracy.

But they were so few....And what part could she really play?

Her golden eyes darted over to her master. Sorce was so sure of himself, so cool, so calm in the middle of all this chaos. And she....well, she was feeling un-nerved and paranoid in the midst of so many men. The Master and Apprentice had taken on the duty of leading a few of the clone troops into battle, something that she had been surprised at. He deserved the honor, surely, but to entrust her to something like this, too, baffled her. She didn't have that much experience....and was still learning the extent of her powers.

But the men....

All the same, all faceless, under those helmets. So many of them....she couldn't help but to repress a shudder. They were clones, true, but that did not mean that they still were not men, that they still had the same thoughts that other men usually did. She turned away from the clones, the troops, and shifted her weight. The silver hilt of her lightsaber [ imagine, this wonderful weapon was hers, crafted from her own hands! ] thumped against the bare flesh of her right leg, and she glanced towards the front of the ship, the longer ponytails of her hair swirling past her eyesight with glimmers of pearl and rubies.

The ship was large, typical military fare that seemed to populate the skies nowadays. The pilots, still more faceless men beneath the helmets, kept the communication between the Jedis frequent, but she was often half-mindful of what they were saying. As she pushed past the clones with half-murmured "Excuse me"s, she slipped into the cockpit.

"We're about to land on the planet, Lad-" She cut him off before he could finish. This was hardly the time to be addressed in such a formal manner. Leaning over the pilot's chair, her eyes took in the sight of the slowly rotating blue and green planet beneath them. She sighed softly. From here, it looked like a great marble, beautiful and peaceful, masking the fighting going on on the surface. Odd....from here, it bore a slight similarity to her planet. Although her childhood was spent in the more forested areas of the continent, her birth home, according to her mother, had been on the sea.

The ocean....

"It's...it's beautiful...." she found herself saying, more to herself than anyone else. Ignoring what she had said, the co-pilot turned slightly to her. "The air is breathable, the weather humid. It is a fairly damp planet with a swift rotation cycle, meaning frequent storms." She nodded. "Master Sorce has most of the information, if you would like to know more," he said.

She nodded, and turned to go back into the main area of the ship. She had tried to make herself useful, but she found herself paying more attention to calming her breathing than being mindful of the clones.

Calm down, Apo'l, you've been around men before...no big....

But she found herself drifting closer to her Master, seeking comfort from him.

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

Sorce sat near the back of the command room of the ship. His expression was calm, almost to the point of a lack of interest. His midnight-blue eyes moved their gaze deliberately through the room, taking in everything. At the controls were two clone pilots, doing what they were programmed - no, trained - to do. Seated near to him was Commander Adrian, the clone commander. His gaze continued, encompassing the rest of the clones in the room.

Their emaculate white uniforms lent them similarity to the Seperatists' droids, in that they all appeared the same. However, Sorce knew these clones were far superior to droids. Droids had artificial intelligence, clones had genuine intelligence. They could be relied on to make decisions themselves - to some extent at least. They all reported directly to their squad commanders, who directly reported to Adrian, who directly reported him, Sorce. Although, the Jedi admitted, Adrian's commander was open to some debate. Was it Sorce, or the Supreme Chancellor - Palpatine? Sorce thought that it was to him, and he to Palpatine, but fine print in the clone's education made this a grey area.

The Chancellor... Sorce (and many other Jedi) found themselves very concerned about that man. He didn't trust him anymore. His term had long expired, but still he remained in office. Every day, it seemed, the Senate voted him more and more powers. Sorce was wary of him.

But he found himself returning to the presence. There was a time to meditate on the Chancellor, and now was not it. His gaze continued, now resting on his apprentice, Apo'l.

He smiled slightly as he watched her. She was a fiery, impetuous little thing, and Sorce couldn't help but admire her in many aspects. Some aspects even, that he knew were unbecoming of a Jedi.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Feeling eyes on her, she turned around, a flash of annoyance moving through her for a moment.

Until she realized who the gaze was coming from.

As her eyes found Sorce’s, she smiled a little, the expression tainted with the unease that she felt at heart. It was odd, really - the impending battle didn’t scare her as much as being around so many men. She had heard the stories of military men at the Temple....and she had always been one for letting her imagination run wild. Something that wouldn’t do her any help here.

Pushing gently through the soldiers, she moved to stand in front of him, aware of herself straightening up her posture a little. Not that it needed it, but still. “Master Sorce, the captain told me that I might find out more information about the planet from you....”

Her fingers twitched, ever so slightly. She wanted to sit down next to him, but there wasn’t room. Plus...he sort of flustered her. He could be such a hard ass at times, and really just hound her until she felt like jabbing her foot down his throat, but when he smiled....even if his facial expression didn’t really change, she could see his amusement in his eyes. He made her far too aware of the things that were now off limits to her since she was under his training, and made her regret them. She had had a definite life before him, before this, and now it felt a thousand lifetime ago.

Ah....!

The things that she could never show him now.

“From what I saw, it seems to be a really damp planet - not enough to be completely underwater, but parts of it are fairly covered. Tell me, do you think we have the resources needed to fight in those sort of conditions?”

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

"Tell me, do you think we have the resources needed to fight in those sort of conditions?"

Though eager and full of spirit, Apo'l still had a lot to learn. Sorce was still in a rather good mood though, and felt no need to be hard on her for her small mistake.

"Look around you, Apo'l." The Jedi Knight said, gesturing to the windows of the ship. Although their ship was in the lead, it was flanked and followed by literally a hundred other ships, about fifteen of them Star Destroyers. "Any supplies or resources our army requires you can be sure they carry with them."

His gaze fell back to her. "However, if you meant 'we' as in you and I... I would be quite disapointed. We are Jedi, Apo'l, everything we need is here -" He laid his fingertips on her temple "- and here." He moved his hand down to her lightsaber.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

As his hand gently touched her temple, she tried to ignore how her face grew warm. It had been so long since she had indulged in the smallest of caresses....but this was ridiculous. He hadn't even touched her that long. Over-reacting, really. As his hand moved away from the metal of her lightsaber, she found herself lost in thought for the briefest of moments.

Any other man, it would seem, would have taken advantage to touch the bared flesh of her leg.

But that's what made him so different, so intriguing...and so utterly, utterly, desireable. He was something that she couldn't have, and growing up in the Temple, if there was one lesson that stuck with her, it was that as a woman, she was entitled to anything that she wanted. Otherwise, the gods and goddesses wouldn't have given her...a few physical advantages. But this wasn't the sort of thing that was considered appropriate for Jedi.

It was so hard to kick those sort of thoughts, though! Almost entirely too hard. She sighed, barely audible, and turned her attention back to the troops. "I suppose you are right, Master...." Her fingers moved to trace the cool silver of her lightsaber's hilt. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid." And that much was true. Perhaps he'd conclude that her flustered nature was due to the impeding battle, rather than...well, him. And it was good to be honest about the feelings that could lead to the Dark Side - anger, fear, hatred.

Honestly, though, that was the last thing she was worried about.

Idly, she twisted her lips slightly. Was lust, physical sensation, part of the lure of the Dark Side as well?

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

Sorce was a sufficiently accomplished Jedi to sense a feeling of unease in his apprentice. To some extent, he was even able to guess the source, and that made him nervous. He regarded Apo'l as a stunningly beautiful woman, and would have openly admitted it to her if she asked him. However, he did not allow himself to linger on it (much). The ramifications of such thoughts were not productive, and if allowed to continue to fruition, they were destructive.

He felt the ship begin to enter the atmosphere, and Adrian turned to him. "Master Sorce, we will be landing within ten minutes, you should make ready."

Sorce gave him a cursory nod, then stood. He had intended to talk to Apo'l at his feelings, but there wasn't time. As such, he settled for placing his hand on her shoulder, looking into those golden eyes and saying, "I sense unease in you today. Later we can discuss it, but for now I must council you to put it aside. Concentrate on the task at hand." With that, he moved past her, and leaned down to speak with the pilots.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Later?

But when would 'later' occur? They were about to head off into battle....the sort where a 'later' didn't happen. She sighed, and twisted her lips to the side slightly. Well, that was just fine, now wasn't it?

Well. Pouting about it and thinking about things that could never be wasn't going to help her get anywhere, now, was it? Rolling her shoulders back, she watched him move out to the other soldiers. For a moment, she allowed her golden gaze to hood over in a manner that she knew would drive any red-blooded male crazy. No particular reason, she reminded herself. Just to know that she still had "it", in some sense of the word. It was ridiculous - she never found herself this hung up in her appearance when she was younger. Probably the only reason why she was focusing on it now was simply because she was in an enviroment that didn't condone it -

Or even acknolwedge it.

"No matter, no matter", she murmured softly to herself. Well, if he was going to be talking to the soldiers, she might as well check back in with the pilots. Besides, she wanted another view of the planet that they would soon be descending upon.

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

Sorce gazed intently through the cockpit, as the ship descended. Closer up, he could see the intense battle raging below. A small contingent of clones had been stationed here, and when the Seperatists had attacked, they'd needed reinforcment badly. The Republic forces were holed up in a garrison, with droids swarming all around.

"Looks like we've arrived not a moment to soon." Sorce said to the captain, and glanced at his apprentice. On his face he wore the rare smile that he held before going into battle, excitement shining in his eyes.

Moments later, the lead-ship and the rest of the forces landed on the heavily forested lands. Sorce detailed Adrian to execute standard protocal, and he swept off the ship, with his apprentice by his side. He, Apo'l and Adrian swiftly met up with the commanding officer of the garison, a Commander Icebound.

These clones certainly came up with strange nicknames, he thought, as the pilot clone 'Oddball' came to mind.

The four of them held a conference, discussing the situation and quickly formulating a strategy. When the troops were decided to be deployed in their respective ways, Icebound turned to him.

"Master Sorce, I have a favor to ask of you. In sector A-23, there is a group of MagnaGuards terrorizing our forces. You know clones are no match for them - only Jedi can properly destroy them. I would normally ask this if you had nothing else to do - but the situation demands me to beg of you to destroy them."

Sorce grinned, and his eyes flicked to Apo'l. "Think we can handle it, my young apprentice?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"I.....I don't see why not," she quickly stammered, looking to Sorce's eyes for some sort of positive indictation. He seemed fine....Well, something even resembling easy-going and happy, something rare from him.

And something that possibly unsettled her more than what the two of them were about to do. "About how many are there?" She hoped that her voice hadn't wavered, shown any sign of weakness. Besides, it was a legitimate question, anyway. Just in case they needed Jedi back-up, which would undoubtably slow in coming, if it arrived at all.

She sighed.

This was no big deal, right? She had been used to the training with Sorce, and she trusted him. To a certain extent. But as for her life in combat....? Only with droids and the occasional spar with him. She was a little scared. No, X that. A lot scared. She took a breath, and blew it out, felt it brush past the grooves and small paths cut into the lower part of her lip.

And with it, fear would have to escape as well.

Her hand moved to her lightsaber, and she nodded to him. "All right. But if we make it out of this alive, you owe me dinner." She smiled.

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

"It's a deal." He said, watching her expression closely. Her fear was rather obvious to him, but he had faith she would overcome it.

It was about time she had a challenge anyways.

Icebound said curtly, "Reports from A-23 say that there are five of them, although there may be more, Master."

Sorce nodded, "We'll deal with them. Have a transport we could use to get there?"

"Yes, here." He snagged a passing clone, and instructed him to takes us to one. The obliging soldier (they were all obliging, wheren't they?) led the Jedi to a small transport. He offered to pilot, but Sorce waved him away.

The two of them boarded the ship. It was small, probably made for a maximum of ten clones, and completely sealed. A small inspection told Sorce it was capable of entering space, but not hyperspace.

Taking the controls, the ship rose off, and speeded off to sector A-23. He glanced at Apo'l. "Now, remember. Magnaguards are almost as tough as Sith, but they're still just droids. They don't have instincts, they don't have the force. We will destroy them." His eyes were harder now, steeled. "Also, keep in mind that their electrostaffs can stop lightsabers, and also that they're equipped with backup processors, and can continue to fight for surprising long. Cutting off their head will not stop them. I would personally suggest going for their legs."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"The legs, and then what?"

She ventured to see what he'd say. Her golden eyes were wide, and her lips poked out for a moment. She wasn't too sure about how the way these droids were set up - something that couldn't be killed by a simple decapitation was a frightening foe. And that wasn't even getting into the staffs that blocked lightsabers. She had grown used to the saber being able to cut through anything that came into its path....

She shook her head. She wouldn't allow herself to use that as a crutch. If anything, the fight was made a bit more fair since the weapons were similar. Well, fair in a figuriative sort of way. After all, droids were droids. Soulless, often obnoxious buckets of bolts. Very rare on her planet, usually brought in by strangers to barter.

But everything seemed simple enough.

She placed her hands on her thighs, and started slightly. Why she was surprised at the wetness of her palms was beyond her. Perhaps it hadn't really registered that, well....she was nervous and her body would show it, even if it didn't feel like it was. Wiping her hands off on her pants leg, she gripped the black fabric for a moment. Calm down. Relax. This will be easy. Well, maybe not easy, but not as hard as she was making it out to be! Something like that.

However, she couldn't help but to feel a little nervous because she was close to Sorce. Stupid, really. How long had they been master and apprentice? 3 years, 4? Too long for her to be acting like they'd never been in tight quarters before. Suddenly, she felt much younger than she was. He always made her feel like such a child - and now was definately not the time for that. She had to steel up!

Rolling her shoulders back, she looked over at Sorce again. "The legs, and where else?"

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

He glanced sideways at her for a moment, before returning to piloting.

"It really just depends, Apo'l. I can't give you a guide on combat, there is no walkthrough. Battle is a spontaneous, unpredictable thing. You must strike where the opportunity presents itself. If you notice you have a clean path to severing it's arm, would you neglect that and instead put yourself in danger to attack its legs, just because I advised it? You shouldn't. I merely suggest the legs because it is crippling. The Magnaguards are top-heavy. In the best case scenerio, you'd want to sever their chest." Sector A-23 was fast approaching. "I was discussing this matter with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he commented that the one he fought didn't fall till he disected it completely. Be prepared."

The ship entered sector A-23, and Sorce at once saw where they were headed. The five super-droids were battling their way to a small communications tower. Not many Clones were left, their companions bodies littered the ground behind the Magnaguards.

"Four blues and one grey." He said to Apo'l, referring to their color. "The blues are standard, but the greys are supposed to be elite. Most likely the commander of the tiny company, if I had to say. He'll probably be the most difficult."

The ship touched down, behind the failing clones, and as the door slide open, he turned Apo'l. "Are you ready?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"Ready or not, it doesn't look like I've got much of a choice, now does it? Did you want to take the leader or what?"

She looked at his muscled arms and then up to his face, with the slightest of smirks. It said all that needed to be said without a word - You're the big man. It should be no problem for you.

As she faced the fray, her hand moved to her thigh, pulling her lightsaber free. With a familiar thrum of energy, the blade sprung to life in a deep hue of green. Lightly, she flipped the blade over her wrist, preparing herself to charge forth. The fighting stance would come easier now, it would just be the real matter of actual combat. Although her knees still shook slightly, another calming breath would soon take care of it.

The world faded into a calming blue, then black. Slowly letting out another breath, her arm suddenly moved up. Blinking at the unintentional smoothness of her movement, she glanced up, only to notice a blaster burn sizzling fresh on the hull of the ship. Had she....nah. Couldn't have been. She couldn't be that good yet, could she?

A tremulous smile over to Sorce, and she stepped out, prepared.

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

Sorce glanced at his apprentice as she smiled at him, and returned a light one to her. His mind however, now lie on the task ahead, eliminating the Magnaguards.

He reached to his hip, and slid his lightsaber out of its sheath and into his hand. His weapon was highly unique, even among Jedi. The hilt was two feet long, about three times the normal length, because it projected blades from each end, both blue.

Sorce knew that the double-bladed lightsaber and it's technique was frowned upon by many Jedi. It's usage was extremely rare, but more commonly used by Sith than Jedi. Invented and used by the Sith Lord Exar Kun, it was practiced also by the traitor Bastila Shan, Darth Bandon, and Darth Maul - all famous Sith. The use of the double-bladed lightsaber tended to encourage an aggressive nature and usage, and Yoda particularly had attempted to dissuade Sorce from choosing this weapon.

However, he found it suited his nature the best of all the Forms he experimented in, and had refused to give it up.

He spun the lethal saber over his head, shouting a fierce battle-cry from his home planet that came to him in moments like this. Allowing the Force to flow through him, his eyes closed momentarily.

The crystal is the heart of the blade.
The heart is the crystal of the Jedi.
The Jedi is the crystal of the Force.
The Force is the blade of the heart.

All are intertwined:
The crystal, The blade, The Jedi.

You are one.​

Repeating his savage cry, he and his apprentice rushed forward to the Magnaguards, who had now noticed the Jedi and were turning to meet them. The clones hastily (and thankfully) retreated back to the tower.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

The savage cry had caught her off guard -

Not for long, but long enough for an electrostaff to swipe dangerously close to the bridge of her nose. Blinking, her body reacted accordingly - her lithe form dropped into a dancer's split, her green blade swinging in an arc at the legs of the bulky robot. Closing her eyes to shield them against the sparks, she opened one curiously to see the damage that she had done.

And could hardly stop her smile.

She had gotten it's legs! The silly bucket of bolts was prepped to handle Jedi, but she doubted it knew how to deal with one that had been a dancer! Finally, her flexibility had proven to give her an extra edge...

However, before she could even finish gloating to herself, the legless robot swung the electrostaff at her again, squarely at her knees. With a small yelp, she quickly dropped again, rolling her legs to her front, an arm down to support her while the other grasping the lightsaber moved to block the attack to her knees. As the guard charged forward again, bringing the staff down in a slashing attack, she rolled to the heels of her feet before springing back, bringing her blade up again to block her head from the onslaught of blows from the staff.

As the blades crackled against one another, she grunted, and closed her eyes, pushing forward with her strength. Managing to knock the droid from her, she stretched out a hand, allowing the Force to move freely through her.

What she wanted was for the droid to have been blown back a couple of feet.

What she got was the droid moving back an inch.

"Shit...!" The droid was on the offensive again, swiping at her knees again. Leaping over this intial blow, she flipped over the halved droid's body and brought her saber down mid-leap into the droid's head, halving the body.

 

[thegibe]

Sorce Talanis

As Apo'l encountered her foe, so did Sorce barrel into his. The guard swung it's staff with inhuman might and speed... but then, neither Sorce nor his apprentice were exactly normal either. Angling his left saber to the staff's attack to block it, he ducked down executing a tight spin, which surely would sever the droid's legs from it's torso...

Had not a second Magnaguard appeared, blocking Sorce's attack and forcing his blade backwards. Temporarily off-balance, the first guard swung again, aiming for Sorce's head with force that would have killed him even if the staff wasn't powered. Sorce crumpled into a ball and rolled back, avoiding the blow, and was back to his feet in a second - lashing out.

The guards attacked in unison, with almost Jedi-like timing. But they were no Jedi. His blades moving like blue blurs, Sorce continuously fended off his attackers, while all the while searching for an advantage. Reaching into the Force, he found his opportunity. The guard's attacks were off-chord, only for a millisecond, when the left one attacked and the right one swung it's staff back. Parrying the attacker's slice and forcing it back a step, Sorce kicked out at the other's chest, the Force enhancing his blow and knocking the droid back.

Rolling under the other droids swipe, Sorce took the single droid on alone this time, his twin blades lashing out continuously, until he had the advantage. He could tell the other guard was back on it's feet and moving toward him... about to swing at his back...

Vaulting over his opponent, Sorce landed behind the droid, just as it parried the blow from it's comrade. The next second it's arms and head were severed, and it crumpled down as the first made to jump over the remains.

A timely Force-push tossed the now-destroyed Magnaguard's staff towards the still-moving one, and as the guard blocked this, Sorce striked, slicing through it's arm. Blocking the guard's single-handed grip with one blade, he simultaneously twisted his weapon, and in a flash of blue, the guard was severed from waist to shoulder diagonally.

As the droid joined it's friend on the floor, Sorce glanced up to see both the remaining Magnaguards closing in on his apprentice. With a cry, and an inhuman jump, Sorce landed near Apo'l, glaring at the guards.

"Doing okay?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Doing okay, he asked.

She would have stopped to kick him, but she knew that her concentration needed to stay directly on what was happening to her. As she dodged a blow from an electrostaff, she spat back at him.

“I’m fine, just dandy!”

As she managed that, another dodged movement from a staff caused her form to jerk back, her eyes going wide. Without her fully knowing it, she had snapped up the emerald lightsaber, blocking the strike to her throat. Wisps of smoke rose from the edges of her singed hair, and inwardly she sighed, before pushing back against the staff.

“Get the one over there!” She couldn’t exactly point, so she jerked her head in the direction of the other droid, as the sod was beginning to give way under her feet. Glancing down to the ground for a moment, she knew that the slick mud wouldn’t hold her up against the droid for long. Glancing to the mud again, she suddenly let her stance go slack, and using the momentum of the droid against her, slide on her side between the droid’s legs. Standing up behind it, she swung at the droid’s back, cutting deep into the metal and circuitry. As it fell, halved, she jumped back again, avoiding a strike to her legs.

Landing a few feet away, she panted open-mouthed for a moment, and glanced over to Sorce. No fair - he was doing so well....and she was all muddy and crap and didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Oh well. Biting her lower lip, she built up her resolve and ran forward, before letting herself drop into a slide. As she slid past the droid, she swung under the whirring electricity of the staff, cutting up under the arms and severing them. As her mudslide stopped, she rolled to her stomach, and then got to her feet, leaping up into the air and delivering a downward strike to dispatch of the droid.