Daring to sever his hand if he were to mess up, Kelson focuses on stopping Raine's lightsaber from moving and grabs for its handle in an attempt to prevent it from attacking him again.
He was a small squinty man. His wispish hair barely covered his head. He sat down, ordering a cup of water. He was pale looking, and jumped at the smallest noise.
He glanced at Viser, then looked away.
"I heard you were looking for something."
Viser moved in, not making eye contact, but definitely interested.
"I am, do you have any information?"
He glanced uneasily at the door, hesitated, and then continued, "I can give you a name. This person has been in contact with them, he knows. Just promise not to tell him where you got the info from."
Viser passed credits across the bar table.
"The name..."
He put them inside his pocket, and stood up from the table.
"Macon Judia. You'll find him on the south side of town." He was gone after that.
A moment later, so was he.
Bailen sat in his chambers, on the far side of the room. Ganor simply stood there, bleeding. His wounds still fresh, his breath deep and haggard. At least it was over. He didn't care how long he had tos tay like this, at least it was over.
"Don't worry, he'll be here soon. We have some business to take care of, then you can go."
Ganor nodded.
The door swung open.
Bailen stood up, looking at the glass and outside into space.
"I've felt something. It's far away, but still disturbs me nontheless. I don't know if you've felt it as well, but I've decided to send someone. One person to investigate it. I was wondering if you could volunteer for a little rendevous?"
He held his hands behind his back. There was so much to destory, and so little time.
Daelon watched the two Jedi duelling with a mixed look of anticipation, respect, and awe. The way they could make such a violent thing look so graceful, so art-like... it was simply amazing.
He snapped back to reality when Marius talked.
"Amazing, huh... but my money's on Kelson." Daelon said in reply, flashing a grin at Marius.
Kelson? Was he crazy?
No, possibly not, but he was kidding, about the money that is. Betting isn't in a Jedi's best interest. They'd learned that together."We'll see," I responded, as Kelson reached for the lightsaber.
His fingers nearly found the handle, when the weapon suddenly flew off, reaching Raine's hand a second later. She stood, holding the weapon in the ready, eyeing Kelson, who'd dropped back into the ready position as well.
She looked him over, wondering if there was a weakness she hadn't explored yet, I knew. She'd taught me that already...something new to throw off your opponent.
I waited impatiently, watching the two eye one another for a few minutes, which seemed like hours apiece, until it got to me.
"C'mon, one of you do something already!" I shouted.
You know me well, I thought, but how well do I know you?
I saw him shoot a glance toward Marius as the apprentice spoke. He was thinking how impatient Marius was, and how he needed to get past that before he would become a Jedi.
I thought for a moment. I did know him well, and I knew what I hadn't tried yet.
I advanced toward him, jumping into the air and landing a few feet infront of him, already engaging our sabers again. Three quick attacks, easily deflected, and I was jumping back again, tossing the weapon forward and attacking him without my hands again. As I controlled the weapon, I drew the handblaster from my belt and tucked it behind my back, focusing on the controlling the blade for a few seconds longer, then drawing it to me again. I was certian he'd seen me pull the weapon, but secrecy wasn't the key anyway.
I stood at the ready for a second, leting him anticipate when I'd fire, then I held the weapon out and fired it once, aiming for his head.
He deflected it back at me, and I at him and vice versa. We bounced the blaster round back and forth for about a minute, as though w e were playing a dangerous game of pingpong. Then, I let loose another round, then another, making it three rounds that we deflected back and forth.
Deflecting yet another of the blaster rounds, Kelson began to wonder how strong the shots were. While he could reflect up to almost three dozen like this, he may not be able to make them all go directly back...and that could be dangerous to the apprentices.
Grinning widely as Raine fired a fourth, then fifth, energy blast into their game, Kelson tried to give no hint as to his next move.
Without warning, Kelson somersaulted into the air, watching first one...then a second...then a third blast pass through where he had stood and hit the tree behind, scalding its trunk black. The fourth...ahh, there it went, approximately a foot below Kelson's spinning form, the energy blast flew off into space.
Now, however, Raine was firing again and it was all Kelson could do to reflect shot after shot back even as he fell towards the ground; now in a controlled vertical drop.
Landing hard, Kelson barely managed to dodge a pair of the blasts, as he did so hearing the scalded grass they had struck, before a third burned a hole in a loose sleeve. By then, Kelson was away though; he had leapt to the right side and, following a complex series of rolls and flips, landed on his feet, lightsaber in his hand.
Walking towards Raine, Kelson chose to display his control over the force by looking into Marius' eyes to the complete exclusion of Marius. Coming within 10 feet of Raine, she leapt into action as did Kelson. Flicking his eyes back to Raine's form, their lightsabers crashed rapidly before, while half-attempting to throw Raine (though it was merely a ploy to distract her from his true intent) to the side, Kelson lifted his lightsaber up to force a cross-face block above her head then leapt in, attempting to grapple her.
Impressive.
I tossed the handblaster side, not letting it leave my attention until I was sure of where it had landed, then we were at it again, slashing at one another, blocking blows and advancing to face off even closer range.
As he grabbed me, I was caught off guard, but not so badly that I couldn't handle the repercussions. He gripped my arm, and I rolled backward, the two of us losing our sabers in the process, not accidentally, but to ensure we were covering each other's free limbs with our own.
I gripped his forearm with one hand, while his other hand held my wrist. We toppled around on the ground, him trying to gain the top and my knowing that I had to keep in motion. To be still might mean defeat, with him having the weight advantage. I managed to get to the top, wanting to free my hands and feet and slip away from his grasp, but no such luck. He almost had me pinned, which would leave him with merely getting his hands on a lightsaber and the duel was lost.
I had a few tricks left, however, and it was time the apprentices learned that a Jedi duels with the mind as well as the body...something Marius should pay special attention to; he was always so quick to reach for his saber.
I closed my eyes, feeling Kelson's position instead of seeing, sensing where his hands and feet might go and which direction he was looking in.
I gripped him tightly, wanting to ensure his safety and my own, regardless of our status as opposition in this duel.
Once I knew my grip was sure, I used the force to levitate us both into the air, turning us quickly there, trying to eliminate his weight advantage altogether, and all the while, making him dizzy, hoping to scatter his thoughts. I could feel the wide eyes of the two apprentices as they stared at their masters, spinning in a ball made of two human figures about twenty feet from the ground.
"They? Teach? Right, I must have really been sick that day at the academy and stayed home in my environmentally controlled room."
Orin tossed the three burned out pieces of hose into the junk pile they were creating and started to replace the wiring where it had overheated and begun to melt.
He began to wonder what stopping in Hutt space may be like. He'd not had much of a chance to hang out around spacers and fringers at the cantinas. He was always working with his pop and he steered Orin away from the seedy underworld life that was all too present in the few large cities on Tatooine. He figured that he'd find out what it was like soon enough and instead had another itch to scratch.
"Say Mogo, you have any idea why we're eventually headed to the Alderaan system? What's out there but a bunch of space dust anyway?"
IC:
Tynan danced away from the red blade, his left hand extended outward before him, his right arm holding his blue blade near his head, the blade pointed toward Darth Storm.
"Give it up Dev," Tynan called out, taunting Storm with his pre-Sith name. "You could never beat me on Yavin, what makes you think you can now?"
"Join us," Storm answered.
"Become Sith?" Tynan laughed. "No, I don't think so." He stepped to his left, and Storm turned with him. "It won't be nearly as profitable as bringing you in. Dead or alive."
Storm snarled, and attacked, his red blade a blur. Tynan blocked every attack. Suddenly Storm's hand shot out, and Tynan felt a surge in the Force. He threw up a defense, but Storms attack took him in the chest, knocking him backward. Tynan rolled with it, and came back to his feet, just in time to avoid Storm's red blade. He held his blue blade out before him.
"Last chance," Tynan called out. "For an old friend."
"I'll enjoy watching you die, Tynan."
"So be it." Tynen reached behind his back, and pulled out his second blade igniting it.
Storm frowned. He hadn't known about the second blade, and for good reason. As far as Tynan knew, no one else had attempted to master the style. Even Master Skywalker had called it a waste. And the only beings who had seen him use them since he had mastered it, were dead.
"Time to die, old friend."
Storm snarled, and attacked.
Tynan deflected it, and counter-attacked. His blue blades were a blur. To Storms credit, he stood his ground. At first.
Tynan pressed forward, his left hand blade swinging in low. When Storm blocked that one, he spun his right hand blade in. The assault continued, and Storm kept stepping back, fear blooming in his eyes.
Tynan spun in place bringing both blades around him. The first blade hit the red blade knocking it aside, the second took off Storm's head.
Tynan watched the body fall, the red blade extinguishing. Storm's head stopped rolling about five paces away.
Tynan extinguished his blades, and clipped them into place. He reached out with the Force for the head of the Sith Lord. It floated toward him. he reached out, and grabbed it by the hair. He looked down into the dead eyes of Darth Storm.
"Goodbye, old friend," he whispered.
He reached out his hand, and called his former best friends lightsaber to his hand. He would put it with the others in his collection. He turned, and walked toward his ship.
The thought flashed through Kelson's mind momentarily, then a solution presented itself to him...well, if Raine wanted to spin, he'd certainly let her.
Clasping his hands together and relying on the force to prevent him from being flung off, Kelson shoves them up between the two pair of Jedis' chests. Following this up, Kelson adds more power to the energies spinning Raine while using his own to combat the spinning she was trying to cause in him.
OOC) BTW, I participate in the SCA (medieval recreation group) where we fight with wood (raton, very hard type of bamboo) and are required to wear armor (or else you break people's limbs, still happens on occasion). My favorite style is florentine (two-weapon, in this case, two-sword) and, just for your information, I figured I'd tell you that a Sith Lord would probably have just diced up your body if you attempted that attack, mostly because you have to seperate the blades out to both sides of your body before you even start swinging inwards. Just figured I'd mention that.
Kerra deactivates her saber & listen to what Tholin is doing. "So what now, dark-one? Knowing how to move with the force does not make one a jedi. What other goodies do you have in your bag? Are you going to share more of them with me?" She uses the force to guide herself to him.
"There is more in the bag, isn't there?" She keeps Tholin between her & the bag. Not quite trusting what her instincts telling her. She frowns beneath the blindfold. "Something is calling me from the bag, Master Tholin & I don't know why." Kerra hesitates to say or move any closer.
I stand betwen her & the bag, making sure she can't reach into it. "What is in there are ghosts, & memories." I send a surge of the force around the bag, walling it in where she cannot sense the items inside. " There is nothing in there for you. And as for being a Jedi, that will not happen overnnight, if it does happen. Now, don't you have a port to find?" I pick up my bag & move down the corridor to my cabin, sealing the door behind me.
The thought flashed through Kelson's mind momentarily, then a solution presented itself to him...well, if Raine wanted to spin, he'd certainly let her.
Clasping his hands together and relying on the force to prevent him from being flung off, Kelson shoves them up between the two pair of Jedis' chests. Following this up, Kelson adds more power to the energies spinning Raine while using his own to combat the spinning she was trying to cause in him.
He held the man's life in his hand. Shaking him roughly, Viser couldn't help but feel better. That damn crystal had taken away his evilness.
It was such a relief to have it back.
"Where are they?"
"N... AAHHH, I'll...."
Viser released him, watching him crumble to the floor.
"Yes."
"Ma... Mach V. They are there, on the remote side of the planet, near the swamps. Please..."
Viser waved a hand over the shivering corpse, wiping away his memory.
"No, someone as weak as you doesn't deserve death. Live with yourself, that's bad enough."
He took off, his cloak fluttering behind him. The crystal was back in it's place. He tried to do it with the thing on, but it was impossible. Apparently, apart from making his Sith side undetectable, it also made the power unusable. Kind of like a bad itch that he just couldn't scratch.
As he made his way back to his ship however, he did feel better. Soon, he'd have them in his sight. After that, it would all be downhill.
He started up the engines.
Tynan's small ship came out of hyperspace in the system of Tatooine. He plotted course for Mos Eisley, transmitting a landing request. It took the usual time to get a response. Local officials had always been lax at their duties, unless it was a chance for them to get richer. It was no secret that bribes got the ball rolloing a lot faster on the desert planet. Especially in Mos Eisley. The docking onformation was transmitted to him, and he flew his ship in.
There wasn't a lot of traffic in the air above the port, surprisingly, and he landed rather quickly. He changed into the drab brown garments sen everywhere, and grabbed his case, before heading down the ramp into the loading bay.
He stretched out his senses, searching for danger. He felt a slight tremor in the Force. It was a strange feeling. It was if someone were trying to hide themselves, but didn't care enough to cloak themselves completely, or just weren't very good at it. Tynan wouldn't bet on the second.
He was very good at what he did, and would have been among the strongest of the Jedi had he stayed. He wasn't however, foolish enough to believe he would have been THE strongest, or naive enough not to know that the strongest didn't always win. Everyone talents manifested themselves differently.
There was one apprentice at the Academy, Maru Stardreamer, who had half of Tynan's strength, or potential in the Force; yet could pick up any student there, and toss them around virtually at her pleasure. It seemed that telekinesis was Maru's gift. It had been a humiliating lesson for Tynan, but one he never forgot.
He resolved to remain hidden from here on; not using his Force skills unless needed.
He made his way to the Cantina, and sat in a corner booth. Before long, a woman in a long brown cloak came in, and looked around. She came over to him as soon as she saw him, and say opposite him.
"Is it done?" she whispered.
Tynan nodded, and pushed the case over to her.
She looked down at it. "What's this?"
Tynan grinned. "His head."
She gasped, and her face seemed to lose some of it's color. "Why did you dring it here?"
"You asked for proof. You want to see it?'
She took a deep breath, and nodded.
He opened the top of the case, and she peered in. She quickly looked away, and started to cry, quietly.
Tynan waited for a while. He wasn't the comforting type. Damn woman. Why won't she stop crying, this is what she wanted after all.
"I'll have the remainder of your fee transferred to your account."
Tynan nodded. "And the head?"
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Get rid of it. Please?"
He swallowed the lump in his throat. The air is too damn dry around here. I need a drink.
She rose, and practically ran from the cantina.
Tynan watched her go, knowing she would pay him. She would be too afraid not too. He was, after all, Tynan the Bounty Hunter. He had spent the past few years cultivating the image of himself as Darth Vader in a really bad mood. It made things easier for him. He always got paid.
He raised his hand to signal a droid. He needed a drink.
One minute she senses something from the bag, the next it like there is nothing there at all. Kerra remove the blindfold off her head just as Tholin walks out of the hold. *What was that about?*
Having nothing better to do she goes back to the cockpit & puts the sensors to scan for a closer space port. While the computer searches, she puts on her headset & flick on the intercom switch. "Mogo, Orin how is the work coming along with the drive? I'm checking to see if there are any uncharted ports around here that we could stop at."
The computer flash green & she checks what it has found. It show a small mining colony in an asteroid field. "Hey I found a mining colony, they have a small port. I am going to take her in." She flick on the general intercom switch. "Buckle in people I am taking her in for a landing. Brace yourselves its going to get ruff." Kerra flick off the com & snickers. She takes the Owl off auto & goes into the field.
Navigating thru the field, she get closer to the mine. She then transmits a request for docking. Kerra waits for the mining port to give her permission to land. The computer com flashes green & she heads on in for a landing.
He was pressing us apart, slowing his own rotatins and increasing mine. I wondered how he manipulated the force so easily, especially against my own manipulations. We were separated within seconds, him floating under my control a few feet away from me as the world spun around me at increasing speeds.
I tried to slow myself, but my efforts were only mildly effective with his concentration so intact and mine distracted by the dizziness that had backfired against me.
I realized his secret then, so easily that I felt like slapping myself.
I took in a deep breath, trying to focus on slowing myself down, wanting him to think I was falling for his trick, then totally let go of all control, released my hold on myself, my hold on the force...
I spun for a second longer, then we were both falling, twenty feet. I managed to catch hold of myself just in time, turning myself in midair to find my feet just inches from the ground.
A few feet away, Kelson sat, having landed square on his buttocks, but not so hard as a twenty foot drop would have supplied. He'd managed to slow himself at least.
I grinned at him as my feet finally touched the ground and my weight rested solely on my legs and feet.
"What do you think of that trick?" I asked him, stepping toward him, then losing my balance as the world seemed to turn before me. I fell, landing on my own buttocks opposite him.
I looked back at him, seeing him seem to be sliding out of my view then rushing back into it again. I shook my head, as though that might make the dizziness go away.
Our lightsabers were in hand a moment later, but we didn't ignite them just yet.
"What do you say we call this one a draw, hey old friend?" I asked him.
"What? A mining colony? Are you crazy? We've just about fixed the hyperdrive, or at least rigged it to get us into hutt space. What busines do we have on a mining colony?" I shook my head, disbelieving.
"Do you believe this?" I asked Orin.
"Hey, boss," I said into the comm again. "This package...it has a deadline, y'know?"
Kelson grinned, offering a hand to help Raine get back up.
"It'd be my pleasure...I haven't had to exert that much control since..."
His eyes flashed...almost dangerously...then he shook his head, as if recalling an event he didn't wish to have experienced the first time. Inwardly he hoped no one had noticed, although he was nearly sure Raine has...she knew him too well to not notice.
"Well, in a long, long time. Perhaps our apprentices will...reconsider their presumptions of power, hm?"
Raising an eyebrow, Kelson turns...his eyes looking directly into Marius in an almost forceful accusation. After just a moment, Kelson turned back to make sure Raine would be able to take his hand of support.
Orin groans as his imagination conjures up images in his mind. Images of the ship being battered and shredded, rendered useless by the chaos of the space debris. He prepares to brace himself for any impact, leaning up against one of the panels, hands on the bulkhead.
"Hey, boss, this package...it has a deadline, y'know?" Mogo's voice comes on the intercom, while Kerra starts to take the Owl into a landing tranjectory. *Shit!* She flips the com switch, "Hang on." Then aborts the landing by making a hard right turn, almost scaping the hull of the ship. Pulling the ship into a obrital mode, she speaks into the com again. "Mogo, what package?!" She pauses for a bit & states calmly as possible. "Is the drive done? If you can't answer that second question, put Orin on the damn com!" She waits for his reply.
Daelon smiled when the jedi knights finished their duel. It sure had been showy, while it lasted.
"Well done." I called out, shooting a smile at Kelson as I clapped my hands in genuine recognition.