Title: Of Warriors and Women
Logged by: Ba'sha Sa'vath
Date: March 19, 2002
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Characters:
Hadin Prine
Moira Brennan
Tividious Durvn'tik
Ba'sha Sa'vath
Tai Jinn
NPC Taruxn Voda
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Descriptions of Characters:
Hadin Prine/Darth Bane
The first thing most people notice about Hadin Prine is his size. This
man stands over seven feet tall and has a massive frame that implies power,
not just empty size. The curves of Hadin's over-developed muscles are visible
through almost any outfit. Hadin's facial features are made of mostly
straight lines. It looks as if his face had been chiseled out of stone rather
than naturally formed of flesh and blood. The giant has a strong chin, and
potent facial expressions. Usually, it is pretty easy to guess his mood from
his expression alone. Hadin's eyes are the purest of grey-- the color of
steel. They are like the steel blade of a sword, ready to cut down anyone at
the wish of its master.
Hadin is dressed in an outfit that seems too modern for his usual tastes.
The outfit is made up of a two piece suit, made of a blue material that is
form fitting. A pair of dark indigo boots are worn on his legs, as well as a
pair of indigo gloves on his hands. Around his waist hangs a belt made of a
golden metal. Limited armor is worn over the knees and elbows. The armor
pieces are made of a golden metal and shaped to resemble modern protective
gear that is made for ease of mobility and protection. Hadin's shoulders
also are covered with golden armor sections that hold a long indigo cape.
Around his neck and on the underside of his cape, there is a covering of
dark indigo fur, no doubt to keep out the cold. Finally, the man's head is
covered by a helmet that resembles a modern speeder-bike racer's head gear.
The helmet is indigo and gold in color and the faceplate is shaped to
resemble the face of a demon.
With him, Hadin has his trademark walking cane. It is gold, with various
gems embedded in the shaft. He does not seem to need it to walk, but carries
it more as an accessory.
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Prince Tividious Durvn'tik/Sith Initiate
Before you is the perfection that many would believe to exists among those
that call themselves gods. A young man standing at 5'10" is Tividious. His
flesh Caucasian but deeply tanned, his black hair flows down around his face
comfortably, long and stringing reaching to his lower back. His deep auburn
eyes stare deep into those he looks toward and his chin and nose are of a
strong royal nature. His brow is average and matches the blackness of his
hair. His body is not overly muscular, but reflects a well-tone athlete.
His Dress is exotic to say the least. Around his neck is a gold chain
and a pendent, engraved in the pendant is the image of an eye. Below the eye is
an empty space. A pair of black silky slacks fits snuggly around his waste and
legs with a pair of black polished dressy shoes. A fluffy white shirt fits
about his chest and upper body and an indigo cape flows down behind his back
tasseled by a golden medallion with a sapphire gem signifying an eye.
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Moira Brennan/Jedi Knight
This human female is 5 foot 5 inches in height, and judging by appearance,
seems to be in her early twenties. Her eyes are blue-green, perhaps a touch
more green than blue. Her face is heart shaped, with a gently sloping nose.
Moira is pale of complexion, her skin so fair as to suggest the ease with
which this woman might burn. Her hair is ash blonde, and has been braided
and coiled around the back of her head. Her voice carries the hint of an
accent, but the source isn't terribly obvious.
Moira is clad in a pair of tailored black pants, though the material
and cut leave plenty of room for movement. Her top is a dark tan color,
sleeveless and with a high mandarin style collar. Over it she wears a simple
black jacket. The garments are undecorated, without embroidery or
embellishment. A simple black utility belt is slung around her waist, and a
metal ring hangs from the band of black nerfhide. A practice saber is
hanging from the clip, one like those given to the Padawan before they make
their own.
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Tai Jinn/Jedi Knight
The man before you looks little more than a boy in actuality. His face is
youthful, attesting to an age of no more than 20, perhaps 21 at the most.
His hair has grown long, with strands falling down over his right eye, one
curling towards the bridge of his nose, and the other hanging along the
outside of his blond eyebrows. A pair of other strands hangs down over his
face, but doesn't fall quite as far, being lifted up underneath his other
hair, causing them to curl outwards than towards his forehead about half an
inch above his eyebrow on the left side. The hair strands alternate in color
from red to blond, with red being on the farthest right. Throughout his
hair, it continues to alternate occasionally, red and yellow exchanging
places to give the hair an almost orange look at times. Beneath the blond
eyebrows are large eyes that seem afire with life and youth. They are a deep
and bright green that almost seem to glow. Although a bit larger than normal
human eyes in appearance, they only add to the boyish appearance of the man.
His face is rather normal in shape, his chin proud and strong. The man's
nose is a bit large around the nostrils but not in a disgusting manner as it
allows him to flare them rather easily to show distaste at something. The
long hair falls down over regular looking ears.
His body is covered in brown, earthy robes of a Jedi Padawan. They are
loose about him, nearly smothering the man and engulfing his frame, hinting
that he might be fairly skinny underneath it. A black belt is about his
waist, underneath the brown robes but above the white clothes he wears about
his body. Black boots cover his feet.
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Ba'sha Sa'vath/Darth Wyld
A tall man of 6'3 and bulky frame greets your eyes, body firm and
tight, his skin (the little bit visible) is all white, the deep white of
snow or paper and completely and totally without flaw. Black gloves cover
his hands and wrists where not covered by the sleeve.
His eyes are hard, aged beyond their years by a struggle to survive,
and by an inner fire that seems to consume every part of him, what fuels this
inner fire...who can say? His clothes consist of a tight and form-fitting
black shirt, drawing itself over the contours of his upper body and seeming
to accentuate every muscle. The pants are a fitting but not tight black
material, seemingly durable and again drawing attention to the musculature
that is there, as if framing his body for others to admire at. A cape falls
gently back over his shoulders as he stands tall, shoulders wide across and
his bearing that of a born leader, the cape billows with his movements as
if of his own accord, and when he settles down it wraps around his backside
lovingly like another skin.
A large sword is secured somehow across his back in a scabbard,
underneath the cape and slightly cocked to the side for an overhand draw,
seeming rather large for any kind of weapon. And it seems something has
marred Ba'sha's previously flawless rugged looks, as a deep and twisted scar,
recently healed, from some horrible near deadly blow crosses from above his
left eye, traveling down across the bridge of his nose to just under his
right eye, about the width of a pencil....or sword blade.
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Diamond Canyon -- Wilderness Arkania
This shallow canyon is well-shielded from the winds of the open tundra
and makes a good campsite. There are even fire pits and remains of a former
campsite along the northern wall of the canyon. No sign of the campers
though. Along the eastern wall of the canyon, a crevice has been widened by
explosives. The most likely reason is to allow access for repulsorsleds,
like the completely broken one to one side of the crevice entrance. Fifty
feet to the north of the crevice is a small shack. To the southeast is a
path that leads up to a plateau.
The whine of repulsorlift engines can be heard from a good distance in this
silent frozen desert. The weather is calm today, it has not snowed a bit-- a
welcome break from the constant snow storms. The simple yet speedy speeder
of Darth Bane whizzes quickly through the bends and turns of the canyon.
Finally the dark knight arrives at the spot. The cave is still there, and
its entrance is freshly cleaned. There is no doubt that Sith agents have
recently been here.
The speeder comes to a halt and the giant hops off, instantly denting the
snow beneath his feet. The cold winds blow angrily, tossing Bane's cape
around as he walks toward the cave, trying to hold his furred cape shut over
his body.
Ba'sha is sitting in the cave, sharpening his Sith sword on a rock, though
the gesture is more meditative than practical, for his sword's edge never
dulls under the Sith enhanced chemicals and force bonding, he looks up at
the sound of a speeder, than back down as he continues once identifying
Beast Bane's unmistakable aura.
Tividious sits silently across from Ba'sha poking at what seems to be a
meager fire. The young initiative mutters softly to himself in an eerie
musical chant as he prepares himself for the troubles ahead. His left hand
clutched to his staff. The young Sith's head turns to the sound of the
speeder interrupting his own twisted and tainted form of meditation. After a
moment of regard the young Sith quickly reverts back into his state.
Hadin Prine enters the cave in a regal manner, as if he was some mountain
king and this cave was his grand hall. Bane brushes his cape off. While it
is not snowing actively, the strong winds have still managed to throw some
of the fallen white flakes onto his clothes. After he's had a moment to
'freshen up', Bane looks over the two who are supposed to be gods with quite
a bit of disdain. "General, your highness," he says in greeting as he looks
to Wyld, and then Tividious. "I had become impatient, waiting for the news
of your victory over the Jedi," he states, plainly. Hadin turns his cane in
his hands and sets one end down on the rock floor.
Ba'sha shrugs as he stands up, balancing the sword in his hand a moment, and
giving a few swipes through the air, "The only Jedi I have seen is the
annoying cat thing, and that battle was most enjoyable, but not what we are
here for."
Tividious turns softly toward the entrance of Bane as he rises up softly and
bows formally to the dark knight. The young Sith nods softly reaching under
his layered clothing and presenting an amulet. His left hand twisting softly
around on his staff, "It is finished...." he said in a cold raspy voice.
The young Sith's ambition has clouded his mind in the darker arts of the
Sith. He smiled softly eyeing the fire closely making sure it remains
intact. He had no desire to freeze to death out here and the small radiation
emitting from the flames was comforting.
Hadin Prine feels the lack of enthusiasm coming from Wyld, he does not even
need to try hard. Hadin smiles a sinister smile under the cover of his new
helmet. He lowers his gloved left hand on top of his right. "You have done
well, Prince Durn'tivk," Bane says, and have fully earned the prize that I
bring you for the completion of the amulet." Then, after commending
Tividious, the giant returns his attention to the Mandalorian Warrior. "A
glorious victory is always something to be proud of," Bane says. "I assume
that you killed the creature, Darth Wyld, and took his weapon so that we may
study it and create our own?" Bane knows the truth. He had heard the
whispers in the darker sides of the smaller towns, yet he seems to enjoy
playing on Ba'sha's nerves.
Ba'sha laughs, "No I did not kill the creature as it ran away in fear, nor
did I take its weapon; in fact it proved the full-hardiness of such a quest
by shattering the weapon you gave me." He tosses Moira's broken and
shattered lightsaber hilt at Bane's feet, "I do not understand your obsession
with these obviously inferior weapons, my steel would never have done such."
Tividious bows toward Bane once more as he comments on his weaponry before
returning his attention to the fire that he keeps going in this frigid
weather. The young Sith shrugs softy, taking his seat back by the fire. He
had no place in the conversations of battle, he was not of those casts. His
mind slowly began to crank in other directions pondering what techniques
could better one to resist the cold. He said no words it's too cold for
pleasantries. The young Sith grabbed hold of his furs and pulled them more
so securely over his body.
Hadin Prine snorts loudly. "What I understand, Wyld, is that you had been
bested by a Jedi Student... one who you couldn't manage to kill after he had
taken your honor by taking your weapon. Were he one of us, your rank and
title would now be compromised." Bane almost snarls at Ba'sha as he speaks.
"Yet, for some reason, you seem to prefer playing with your sword over
cleansing your honor." Bane reaches back behind his back and pulls a weapon
that was no doubt crafted by the alchemists back home. "Come your Highness,"
Bane says to Tividious, as he holds the sword in his left hand. "You have
passed your trial and earned rank as well as the weapon that comes with it."
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Hadin Prine (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Martial Arts vs. Martial Arts
Winner: Ba'sha
Ba'sha grins and just as Bane turns his attention to Tividious, he hauls up
a fist and slams it for Bane's jaw, "I hit you didn't I?" He grins as he
steps back slightly, "That's for talking to me that way, remember you are my
equal, not my superior, rank and title should be respected by ALL yes?"
Tividious rises up slowly using his staff to speed his movements, as
fluently and gracefully as he can manage in these frigid temperatures, "As
you wish.." his words were shivered but forcefully maintained the dignity
deserved to the Dark lord. The young Sith's eyes widen as Ba'sha moves and
lands a hit to Hadin Prine's face. He pauses softly stepping back from the
pair. Let them fight it out as his eyes grew with a dark lust. If one killed
the other the body parts of the deceased could be of some use in latter
experiments. He stood silent waiting, hoping for them to engage in battle.
Hadin Prine feels his head rattle inside the synthetic helmet. It is not
damaged, neither is he. There is nothing to fight over. One beast talking to
another... It is the way true warriors speak on the field of battle. "You
are not in court Wyld. Pleasantries have no place in the cold of enemy
space." Bane hands the weapon to Tividious, and leaves it extended,
obviously waiting for the amulet to replace the weapon that was just given.
"Your loss has shamed not only you, but me as well. The weapon was mine, as
was my choice to make you its guardian. We must now restore our honor," Bane
says to his Krath counterpart. After he's done lecturing to Ba'sha he
returns his attention to Tividious. "Luckily, I have a plan. Give me the
amulet, boy. This planet reeks of Jedi, we will bait them out, and meet them
on our terms. We will trap them, and strike them down."
Ba'sha nods his head slightly, "Well, that's the first thing you've ever
said that I agreed completely without reservation Bane, how lovely." the
Sith General smirks and nods, heading to the entrance to the cave, sheathing
his sword as he looks out into the white-washed world.
Tividious bows and without question removes the amulet and gives it to Darth
Bane. He echoes some distaste for the lack of battle here. His corrupted
mind orders him to hold forward with patience a battle will rage soon
enough, "As you wish Lord Bane.." his response as he takes the weapon and
examines it switching his staff over to his offhand (right hand). The young
Sith simply nods in appreciation of the weapon handed to him as he moves it
back and forth somewhat inexperienced, only a few lessons reached him. It
wouldn't do him much good today. Slowly he moves away from his beloved fire
and pauses at the mouth of the cave awaiting the decisions of the Darth's.
He longed more and more for a lab in Sith space and to be out of the lands
of infidels and inferiors.
Hadin Prine smirks. "My soul is warmed by your newly found love for me,
Wyld," Bane snorts and clasps the amulet in his hand. Under his helmet, his
eyelids lower and his eyes roll back. "Commmmme woman child," Bane chants
and the amulet begins to glow. "Feel the urge to be close to your missing
portion. Come. Follow the bearer of the missing half your soul." The amulet
stone in the amulet begins to pulse like a beating heart, and Bane offers
the amulet his hand to Ba'sha. "She will come, and with her the rest of
them. There is a dark, abandoned place in the trade town. They do not yet
know that I am on planet; you two will meet them there, while I will wait in
hiding. Face them without fear, for when they least expect it, I will come
to your aide and we will crush them...." Bane pauses and stares at Ba'sha
through the face plate of his helmet. "This amulet is the key to killing the
Jedi who crippled Cabal's father. You are more than its bearer, you are its
guardian. You will die before they get hold of it," Bane speaks in a serious
tone, not the childish nagging tone of before. "The Jedi will come soon.
Move quickly." After the amulet is handed over, Bane turns and begins to
head toward the exit, his soul rejoicing at the coming feast of anger and
hatred.
Ba'sha nods, and turns to the Prince, "Fight well young one, fight well."
His tone likewise is quiet, subdued as he slips the amulet on, and takes off
on a hard run, heading out of the cave and across the dunes...
Tividious looks at the weapon in his hand courtesy. He raised a brow in a
raw fear, the first emotion a Sith should embrace as when his darkest fears
come forth he will learn to finally truly hate the enemy that taints their
way of existence. Slowly but steadily. The young Sith turns reroute chasing
after Ba'sha, when is it written a necromancer should enter battle like a
common warrior. His mind rest upon Bane's words and they'd better had worked
his plan must not fail.
Hadin Prine wraps his furred cape around his new, modern, but no less
patriotic outfit and heads to his speeder bike. The repulsorlifts power up
and the vehicle takes off, heading for the city.
Town Gates -- Trade City
This is the northern edge of the small trading town. A very large wall runs
the entire length of the northern end of the town. Set in the center of the
wall, at the end of this road, is a massive gated archway. The heavy,
durosteel doors are sealed closed and do not seem to be readily opened.
Several small homes line this end of town.
This is the outer edge of the trade town. The streets are empty and the
buildings are mostly warehouses, abandoned doe to the slump of the local
economy. The few lights still work on the street seem to blink at random
intervals, making the bad visibility even worse. There isn't a single soul
stirring about, but the weather is stirring a great deal. Dark clouds are
beginning to cover the night sky. Winter weather brews in the heavens.
Ba'sha nods and looks around a moment, leaping to the top of a building,
looking around from there as his cape flutters behind him in the breeze, "I
do not see them yet, but I feel we should meet them head on instead of
ambush, they know we are here, there would be no advantage gained, and only
time lost."
Tividious keeps his feet upon the streets not talented in the dark arts
enough to dare anything brash. The young Sith shrugs softly as he listens to
the Darth speak about military tactics, "Far be it my place to disagree..."
he shrugged softly, "But I am feeling the need for a more subtle means of
combat..." the young Sith slips into an ally way shielded from the wind save
for the occasional frigid gust meeting him as he holds position between too
buildings a few meters below where Ba'sha stands.
Tividious leans up against the wall of a local shop and places his sword in
a provided sheath behind his back and pulls a long pipe from his bag. Slowly
he begins to stuff it with a tobacco and lights it for smoking purposes,
might as well enjoy the time he must wait for this supposed battle to happen.
Ba'sha draws his sword as he stands on top of the building, swinging it back
and forth idly as he passes, working himself into a rage, muttering and
occasionally punctuating a sharp breath with a swing...
Tividious leans back watching bash when possible doing his movements as he
takes a few long draws from his pipe, a smoke rolling off his lips softly as
he waits. The Sith rubs his chin pondering what he can do with a few Jedi
corpse or at least a few good blood samples.
Setting: This is the outer edge of the trade town. The streets are empty and
the buildings are mostly warehouses, abandoned doe to the slump of the local
economy. The few lights still work on the street seem to blink at random
intervals, making the bad visibility even worse. There isn't a single soul
stirring about, but the weather is stirring a great deal. Dark clouds are
beginning to cover the night sky. Winter weather brews in the heavens.
Ba'sha is standing on top of a building in the deserted edge of town, full
of empty warehouses and long forgotten condemned buildings, he seems to be
pacing back and forth, occasionally swinging his sword idly....
Tividious stands quietly hidden between a pair of empty buildings smoking
his pipe and awaiting anything approaching. The young Sith is below the
building Ba'sha impatiently paces on. His hand rests on the hilt of his Sith
sword.
Down the road from the shuttle pads, Tai approaches, a step ahead of Moira.
His Jedi robes are open, not held together with a sash as they sway in the
cold breeze of Arkania. He seems lethargic, almost in a state of
melancholy as he continues down the street. "Odd." he comments to Moira,
about what who knows/cares.
Ba'sha jumps down off the building at Tai's approach grinning widely and
with a feral flame to his eyes, voice booming over the deserted streets,
"Jedi." is all he says, and that making it sound like a filthy and
anger-ridden beast....
"Indeed." She responds in a dull, hollow voice, and then turns to stare at
Ba'Sha as he jumps. No reaction, nothing flickers in her face. Just a long,
blank stare. "Yes?"
Tividious raises a brow as it all begins. With a sigh of regret the young
Sith quickly finishes his pipe, and places it neatly into his side bag.
Slowly drawing out his Sith sword holding it in his left hand and holding it
to his side. The young Sith slowly steps out from his position and passes up
a few steps behind Ba'sha. He says no words his eyes staring directly at the
beings before him.
The already glowing gem in the evil amulet begins to glow brighter and
brighter as Moira approaches. There's no doubt that it is what calls her to
this place.
Tai doesn't even turn to look at Ba'sha; instead he stops walking and stares
off into nothingness as he speaks. "General Krath, you have something that
belongs to someone dear to me, and you will be returning it... now."
Blinking his eyes, Tai slowly turns his head to look at Ba'sha, eyes glowing
eerily.
Ba'sha nods and smiles at Moira, "Jedi indeed, come to me Knight Brennan,
let us talk of the situation, perhaps some tea or something." His voice is
light and soft, almost loving, and seductive, even as he smiles slightly
looking to Tai's eyes with a curious raised eyebrow, "I know you have always
asked me for tea Moira, I would love to have some now, come to my side." He
reaches out a hand towards her....
Moira doesn't speak up, though she does glance to the amulet. She may not be
whole, but she's not going to attack. Some things never change. "I will not
be coming to you. You will give me back myself."
Tividious silently moves forward raising his Sith sword into a guard's
position and taking a stance between Ba'sha and Tai and spreading his stance
softly eyeing the group cautiously. He turns toward Ba'sha with a raised
brow and quickly reverting his attention to the Jedi, say nothing, speak
with action and aggression. His mind was racing.
Ba'sha shakes his head, "I am afraid I can not do that Moira Brennan, you
should not have given yourself away so easily..." he laughs as he pulls his
own Sith Sword, kissing it's blade before holding it out, "Come Jedi, let us
dance you and I." He gestures for Tai to come forward, even as he
advances....
Tai look at Tividious, then back to Ba'sha. In a swift motion he swings his
Jedi robes off and to the ground throwing them into a heap beside him and
draws both hilts of his lightsabers out, Kouhei and one yet unnamed. Both
held he looks back and forth between Ba'sha and Tividious, speaking calmly
allowing his voice to come perhaps as the breeze itself. "This is your last
chance."
Moira considers for a moment. "Who says I gave it away. It was taken, and I
should like to have it back." This said, she grasps her own training saber.
Too bad Dearou is gone... but the gem has been regained, the saber can be
rebuilt.
Tividious slowly shifts moving away from Ba'sha twirling his sword in his
left hand and moving around Tai Jinn to flank. His eyes studying the Jedi
with some interest and looking past him at the weapons he carried. The
necromancer smiled softly and continued circling until he was fully behind
Tai Jinn offering room for Ba'sha to strike first.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Ba'sha
Ba'sha sweeps around with a spin of the sword, roaring loudly as his cape
spins about, fluttering and making distractions in the breeze as he hammers
a powerful downward slash, grinning widely, "Prepare to meet your death...."
FORCE POWER CHECK (Tai Jinn) *Passive Power*
Power: Healing
...................................Failure!
The faintest movement from Tai occurs as he slides his body to the side, but
the Sith blade draws lightly across his arm, bringing forth blood but the
lightsabers Tai hold remain un-ignited and his face is very stoic as he once
again stands as if nothing has occurred. Glancing to his wound, he quirks an
eyebrow and watches as the blood continues to seep forth before returning
his attention to Ba'sha.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tividious vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Tividious)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Tai Jinn
Tividious from behind inexperienced and whatnot the young Sith grabs his
Sith sword and raises it above his head and swings it like a club toward The
Jedi's head. Quickly gathering his balance as he shuffles his feet to hold
himself about even with Ba'sha on the other side holding a stout flanking
position.
'Tai, let's draw them into the city. This place isn't right.' Moi's
mind-voice is as dull as her spoken one, but there is some urgency to her
tone.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tai Jinn vs. Tividious (Initiated by Tai Jinn)
Martial Arts vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Tai Jinn
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tai Jinn vs. Ba'sha (Initiated by Tai Jinn)
Martial Arts vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Ba'sha
Tividious's wild swing works nicely for Tai as he cleanly sidesteps the
attack without much effort, the young Sith's move anticipated easily by the
now hardened battle master. With a quick move around the Sith Blade, Tai
grasps Tividious by the wrist and using a simple throw, rolls the young Sith
over his hip in the direction of Ba'sha. Attempt to flank Tai and you'll be
countered.
Ba'sha, full in the battle-rage now, simply twists his sword slightly and
and bats Tividious out of the way with the flat of the blade, giving the
young prince a hurt pride and a bruise but little more as he wades back
towards Tai again, muttering to himself lowly as he swirls yet another
slash....
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Tai Jinn
A very audible snap-hiss is heard as a white blade of pure energy ignites
and deflects the incoming Sith Sword with quick efficiency, the left hand
being the one activated to parry the attack. Using the momentum he has, Tai
spins around and another snap-hiss is heard as the second lightsaber is
activated, swinging towards Ba'sha's now exposed mid-section.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tai Jinn vs. Ba'sha (Initiated by Tai Jinn)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Tai Jinn
FORCE POWER CHECK (Ba'sha) *Passive Power*
Power: Healing
...................................SUCCESS!!
As the battle rages in the streets, a small shuttle comes sweeping down from
the air. The shuttle whizzes by at high speed, making a low pass over a
section of the street about 3 meters away. It creates high winds with its
engines and sends all sorts of street debris and dust into the air. Once the
cloud of dust settles, a figure dressed in the purest of white becomes
visible. It is a student of the holiest order, a battle master apprentice,
Tarxun Voda.
Tividious falls to the ground hard from the attack offering a cough but
little more. The young Sith quickly rolls his way out of the pair's way
moving quickly to his feet repositioning himself some feet away from Tai
Jinn and slowly moving behind him. The young Sith slowly begins to chant
himself as he holds his sword in the air and points at Tai Jinn. He shook
his head moving his long hair from his face he had no business on the battle
field.
"ARGGGHHHH!" Ba'sha growls in pain as he jumps back, the lightsaber hissing
a thin trail across his stomach, clothes burnt and tattered and flesh
steaming as he holds a hand to his mid-section, grinning even wider as he
straightens slightly, getting ready for another attacker as he turns to the
shuttle, "10 Jedi would not be enough for the Sith, you will all fall
eventually.
Okay. Moira's finally decided to step in. Her borrowed saber, in a generic
green, snaps on. Then, Moi approaches. "Sith, hand over the amulet and we
will leave you unharmed."
Tai turns his body so he's standing perpendicular, an eye on both Ba'sha and
Tividious, a lightsaber between them all, the blades slowly turning as they
await the next attack. "You fool yourself General Krath. Give back to Moira
what is hers and you will leave this place. It is not my spirit to fight any
longer." The cave... the blessed cave of pure evil and the hand of Sato has
cured Tai of the black that has stained him since he was a Padawan, a
renewed confidence in the light side of the force and comfort in it's
placing. "You act as if I'm afraid to fall General Krath... should you
strike me down I'll become more powerful than you could ever comprehend."
FORCE POWER CHECK (Ba'sha) *Neutral Power*
Power: Speed
...................................SUCCESS!!
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Moira
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Moira
Ba'sha nods and raises his sword to attack, instantly and far quicker than
any normal human could ever reach spinning across to attack Moira on one
side, and then the other, jumping back slightly without checking his hits,
hit and run, hit and run, wear the smaller beings down.
The advantage was in the favor of Jedi, then Sith, then Jedi again. Three
Jedi, two Sith, this was not the plan. Enough is enough. The toying must
end. The wind rises, then howls, then turns into a bloodthirsty battle cry!
An image of a dark figure shoots through the minds of all those in tune with
the force. He screams and approaches rapidly. Just as the illusion takes
form in the Jedi and Sith Warrior's minds, the windows on one of the
abandoned warehouses shatter violently, and the shards shoot forward. A very
real speeder bike whizzes out of one of the large second story windows. On
top of it is a figure of indigo and blue, continuing the dark battle cry
from before.
Tividious shifts his grip once more swinging his sword toward the Jedi, keep
him busy nothing more, and his weight shifts incorrectly and he finds
himself horribly off balance.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tividious vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Tividious)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Tai Jinn
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Hadin Prine (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Intimidation vs. Intimidation
Winner: Hadin Prine
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tividious vs. Hadin Prine (Initiated by Tividious)
Intimidation vs. Intimidation
Winner: Hadin Prine
SKILL VS. SKILL: Tai Jinn vs. Hadin Prine (Initiated by Tai Jinn)
Intimidation vs. Intimidation
Winner: Hadin Prine
SKILL VS. SKILL: Moira vs. Hadin Prine (Initiated by Moira)
Intimidation vs. Intimidation
Winner: Hadin Prine
Tai flips a saber with his wrist to bat Tividious's attack aside and then
the weird stuff happens and reacting the Jedi attempts to contemplate the
new attacker. But the explosion of the whorehouse completely catches Tai
off guard and turning, he is sent reeling, stumbling over his own feet to
skid across the snow on his rump.
Moira manages to spin the training saber to guard against Ba'Sha's attacks, but
at the bursting of the window she blinks and takes a measured two steps
backwards to watch what is now approaching.
Tarxun follows Moira's example. A bright white lightsaber blade is ignited.
"We are the righteous Sith Scum!" he yells with the voice of an arrogant
teenager and begins to run toward the Krath General and his teacher, Tai
Jinn, with saber raised high. When he is but a meter an a half away, the
voice shatters the boy's concentration; he shivers with fear and suddenly
takes a step back. His eyes move off of Ba'sha and onto Tividious. "Let my
master handle his business with yours, Sith-thing, or you will deal with
me!" he says.
Ba'sha jumps back as Bane explodes onto the scene, and then turns sideways,
trying to watch Moira, Tarxun and Bane all at once, unable to deal with any
of them for the moment while he catches his bearings again.
Hadin Prine guides his speeder toward the gathering, then turns it just in
time to not hit them. Bane, dressed in his new, more modern outfit leaps
from the bike, while sending it crashing into a near by wall. The speeder
explodes in a bright flash that catches the young student's attention.
Unfortunately for him, he's caught the attention of Bane. Hadin's weapon
ignites with a loud buzz. "Back off Jedi!" Bane commands. "You are
outmatched. Run! Run like the cowards you are! For if you do not, I will
kill your young one as punishment for your foolishness!"
Blinking his eyes, Tai lifts his right hand to point at Bane, lightsaber of
course extending due to it being held in the direction of Bane as well.
"Give us back what is ours Bane. That is all we require to leave." The
unspoken 'or else' just hangs in the silence though.
Tividious steadies himself rather shaken by Bane's appearance. The young Sith
holds up his Sith sword once more and turns to eye Tarxun with a genuine
distaste. His eyes shift around slowly and with much paranoia, but much is
at ease as Bane enters the scene. Slowly Tividious oozes back behind the
beast's where he stands. He continues a soft chant as he works his hands
into his back at his side and sorts through the tools of a Necromancer
looking for something that might give him an upper hand. Tividious stood no
chance in traditional battle.
SKILLCHECK: Hadin Prine
Skill: Lightsaber Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
Moira lets Tai do the talking. She isn't sure she should be the one making
the choices right now. She tries her very best to let the Force guide her,
and looks to Tai, the whole Jedi Knight, to fill in the gaps.
Hadin Prine stares at Tai through the shaped visor of his bike helmet. "This
planet is our domain now, boy!" Bane has always called Tai boy, and probably
always will. "You will not best us-- You can not." Bane raises his free
hand, and through the force moves the weapon hand of Tarxun into a defensive
position. Once more Bane makes the Massassi call of battle and leaps forward
toward the Jedi Student, swiping at him with the blade of his light weapon.
At the last minute he shifts his hold on the weapon and strikes the boy with
the plain end of the pole, knocking him on his back.
Tarxun is knocked down, but the boy does not stay down for long. He rolls
back, regains his balance, and fearlessly swings at the Dark Knight of the
Thethu with the pure white blade of his lightsaber. "I will not fear!" He
screams and swings. "A Jedi fears nothing!" He swings again. "There is no
death, there is only the force..."
Ba'sha meanwhile, is looking to the Force, and his steel, to let him fill in
the gaps in between Moira's vital organs, taking advantage of her
distraction to slice powerfully at her neck and downwards as he jumps to the
attack. The Dark General laughs and as the battle rages on mocks the Jedi's
words with the Sith code, "There is no death, there is immortality, there is
no fear, there is power."
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Ba'sha
STATCHECK: Ba'sha
STAT: Luck Difficulty: Medium
.........................SUCCESS!!
Moira swings to counter, but the blade rips through her jacket and grazes
the flesh, burning her upper arm. She meanwhile counters, swinging a blow
diagonally from upper right chest to the lower left side of his torso. This
slash, of course, is one armed.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Moira vs. Ba'sha (Initiated by Moira)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Ba'sha
SKILLCHECK: Tai Jinn
Skill: Lightsaber Difficulty: Sheer Folly
.........................Failure!
Ba'sha flings his sword low to bat Moira's blade harmlessly wide to the
left, taking the opportunity to step in and whip his spinal column back and
then forward again, steamrolling his forehead directly into Moira's nose, or
that's the attempt anyway....
Tividious mutters to himself and looks through his bag talking mindless
calculations and what-if's. He simply closed his bag and turned toward the
battle once more grabbing up his sword and moving slowly toward Ba'sha. He'd
hold fast with the carrier of the amulet he moves into the same flanking
position he held on Tai earlier this time pacing around Moira slowly. He
took a two handed grip on his sword and slide into a closed stance watching
the pair duel it out calculating a strike on her when her back would be
turned.
SKILLCHECK: Hadin Prine
Skill: Lightsaber Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
SKILLCHECK: Hadin Prine
Skill: Lightsaber Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Martial Arts vs. Martial Arts
Winner: Ba'sha
FORCE POWER CHECK (Tai Jinn) *Neutral Power*
Power: Pull
...................................Failure!
Tai takes two steps forward then flicks his left hand, sending his
lightsaber flying across the ground, end over end towards Ba'sha. Meanwhile,
Tai has dropped to a knee in concentration but the voice of a Padawan, one
he's helped groom and train breaks through his mind and quickly he stands,
snapping his hand back to summon the lightsaber to him once more. A decision
is made, turning he begins to stride directly towards Bane, twirling his
lightsabers in preparation. Moira will fend for herself for the moment.
Hadin Prine slaps away the Jedi child's attacks with little effort, and
laughs loudly. "While you take your time and practice parlor tricks, Jedi, I
will teach you the price of taking to long to think!" Bane twirls his weapon
around his body, as he leans back and forward. The large man's new suit
shows off the motion of every muscle of his body. Finally, with the
demonstration done, Bane reaches back and thrusts his weapon first to beat
away Tarxun's blade then for a mighty two handed lunge.
SKILLCHECK: Hadin Prine
Skill: Lightsaber Difficulty: Sheer Folly
.........................Failure!
SKILLCHECK: Hadin Prine
Skill: Lightsaber Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
Tarxun's blade is knocked away, and the beast strikes his target. However,
the impact from the Jedi student's blade unbalanced Darth Bane's attack and
instead of the heart, the beast pierces the boy's shoulder. Tarxun screams
in pain as the blade is pushed in then quickly removed. The hole is
microscopic, but the damage is huge. He drops his weapon and it deactivates.
The boy stumbles back in shock.
"I will kill him if you do not withdraw!" Bane yells once more.
"And allow me to show you Bane... the penalty of arrogance." Tai takes
another two steps then jumps into air, lightsabers moving so fast the naked
eye would have difficulty following them, white flashes of energy seen as he
lets loose an attack that only the most experienced of swordsman would even
hope of stopping. Slashes, thrusts, parries, all coming as quickly as the
force guides him, the dual blades dancing to the rhythm of the night.
Ugh, head to the nose. Moira's head is slammed back, and she allows the
momentum to take her back a step or so. Then, she'll make her counterattack.
Forget lightsabers- being the only girl has its advantages. Moira's going to
try for a nice, swift, /hard/ kick to the groin.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Martial Arts vs. Martial Arts
Winner: Moira
SKILLCHECK: Ba'sha
Skill: Stamina Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................Failure!
FORCE POWER CHECK (Hadin Prine) *Passive Power*
Power: Healing
...................................SUCCESS!!
Hadin Prine parries: left, up, right, up-- the pattern begins to resemble
the Spanish triangle pattern of sabre parry. Unfortunately Bane's heavy,
long handled weapon is not designed for speed and gradually the Jedi wears
down his defenses. The beast is struck across one of his shoulder plates.
The blade is swift and light as air. It melts through Bane's metal armor,
and then his skin, with little resistance. Molten metal drips to the ground.
Bane leaps back and roars toward the sky. The pain courses through his body,
enhancing his rage and hatred. The beast draws the strength of the Dark Side
from his emotions, and applies it in the form of the ancient Sith healing
spell. The wound is sealed, but the armor is now damaged. His mind clouded
with anger, Bane deactivates his weapon of light and slides the staff into
some sort of holding mechanism. "You will pay for that, Boy!" Bane barks as
he clenches his free hands into fists and slowly assumes one of the many
Nantosaken fighting stances.
Without much flair, both of Tai's lightsabers deactivate and quickly find
their ways to his hip holsters as the man assumes a fighting position of his
own. The studies of the Jedi Martial Arts has led him to learn the names of
these positions, and as such he is able to mentally name them off in his
head to help focus. First, with his left foot slightly forward and his right
foot on the ball of his foot, he assumes the 'Twisting Incarnation'
position, ready for what may come, eyes locked upon the beast.
Ba'sha gets kicked in the groin, hard, and goes down with a roar and a
groan, falling to his knees and doubling over, sure it had to hurt, and hurt
bad...but he seems to be readying for something as well....
"I am sorry, Wyld, but I will have this over with. And then we shall part
ways." Moira states, right before she aims a kick at the spot where the
amulet dangles from the Sith's neck. She's not trying to kick Ba'Sha, per say,
but the object hanging from his neck. If it's destroyed, it can't be put to
evil use. And so what if Moi's soul goes with it? She protects others from
whatever it was designed to do. Of course, the kick may miss, she may not be
strong enough, it may not do what she wants it to do... there are a lot of
factors.
STATCHECK: Moira
STAT: Strength Difficulty: Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
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STATCHECK: Moira
STAT: Luck Difficulty: Medium
.........................SUCCESS!!
Hadin Prine is so filled with Rage that the conflict between Darth Wyld and
the Jedi woman no longer interests him one bit. Hadin's attention is focused
on the one who has brought him pain. Under the new Demon Face Mask, Bane's
wolf-like eyes focus on Jinn. His lead leg (right) slides forward as his
biceps tighten and bulge. His body is more grotesquely over muscled than fit.
As the beast begins the hand motions of the preparation for his attack, he
begins to chant ancient incarnations, invoking the ancient Freezing Fingers.
As the spell is completed, Bane's fingertips begin to crackle with light
sparks of electricity and the air begins to smell of ions. Finally, the
beast attacks. He roars and strikes out at the Jedi with two quick kicks
meant as nothing more than distraction. Once the spinning leg strikes are
complete, the massive enchanted hands of the Dark Knight strike at the Jedi
with the lightning speed that Nantosaken has become known for.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Hadin Prine vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Hadin Prine)
Martial Arts vs. Martial Arts
Winner: Hadin Prine
FORCE VS. FORCE: Hadin Prine vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Hadin Prine)
Force Lock vs. Force Block
Winner: Hadin Prine
FORCE POWER CHECK (Tai Jinn) *Neutral Power*
Power: Pull
...................................SUCCESS!!
The kicks are clearly scene as feints and Tai treats them as such, however
his attempt to allow the punch to glance off his shoulder fails miserably as
he takes the blunt force of the attack directly into the left shoulder and
arm area, sent flying by the power behind the punch and guided farther by
the dark force propelling him, sliding many feet away across his bum. Laying
there for a brief moment to feel that his arm is now numb, Tai flips himself
back up to his feet and continues to stare at Bane as the snow around the
Beast's feet begins to swirl and more snow starts flying in, a blizzard
erupting in the area around the Beast.
Ba'sha recovers his wits, just in time to watch the amulet and gem skip
across the ground to land behind Moira, well, his life and honor are sworn
to keep it out of her hands, and that's just what he's going to do,
hopefully she'll be distracted by it, but whether she is or not, he comes up
from his knees into a forward lunge, the front leg far extended as he
reverses his grip on his sword, bringing it in a slash straight-upwards to
try and eviscerate Moira from groin to chin.....
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Moira
Moi's lightsaber makes that neat little hum they do when moving quickly, and
the generic green blade meets the incoming blade of the Sith. Instead of a
counterattack, however, she flips backwards (nothing fancy, just a plain ol'
flip) so the gem is in front of her, and then reaches down to scoop it up.
Ah, success. Now she just needs to make sure no one kills her. Or Tai.
FORCE POWER CHECK (Hadin Prine) *Aggressive Power*
Power: Push
...................................Failure!
Hadin Prine's beastly screams are the only thing that escape the blast the
whirlpool of snow that erupts from under him. Engulfed in the spinning snow
and shards of Ice, Bane can do nothing but scream until his lungs explode.
The majority of the beast's concentration was devoted on the combat, and try
as he might, he is unable to subdue the temporary blizzard started by the
Jedi. "The snow will settle boy!" Bane bellows, "then I shall rip your lame
arm from your body, and beat you with it until you pass to the next life!"
SKILLCHECK: Tai Jinn
Skill: Force Power Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
Tai drops to a knee, as his eyes flutter, the force beckoning around him.
His right arm, the one capable of moving slowly
passes over in front of him as he gestures towards the snow storm he's
created, the particles of white fluffy getting heavy and a bit more moist,
then his hand comes back across and in a sudden flash, he condenses the
slush into a solid ice cube, with Hadin trapped inside. Already it is
beginning to melt however and time is not abundant. Rising and brushing snow
off of himself, he looks about for his Jedi robe and casually picks it up,
putting it back on before heading towards Ba'sha, pulling Kouhei out and
igniting her. "It is over Wyld." he declares quietly towards the Sith.
Ba'sha ignores Tai, he'll deal with him when the time comes, instead he
advances towards Moira again, spinning and slicing with the sword, feinting,
all of it, instead his true attack comes through towards her wrist and arm,
the one holding the amulet, hoping to send it flying.....and perhaps her
hand with it.
SKILL VS. SKILL: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Lightsaber vs. Lightsaber
Winner: Moira
Ooh, the hum of a lightsaber moving to parry. Moira twists her own blade to
meet Ba'Sha's. With the bit of her soul so close, she's feeling much better.
Then, she takes a few hops backwards, preparing to take off. "I have it,
Tai! Let us go before more conflict occurs." After all, the four of them
could be fighting there forever... and the goal isn't really to kill the
Sith. It's to stop them from being Sithly.
SKILLCHECK: Hadin Prine
Skill: Force Power Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
Hadin Prine is trapped, like a plastic fly inside of an ice cube. However,
this Sith Warrior can never be truly counted out, unless he's dead. Already
Bane's will is at work, focusing all of its power on the weapon on Bane's
back. The lightsaber activates and the blade ignites. Slowly the beast
commands the weapon to move, cutting the ice inch by inch, careful not to
strike its master. Bane's rage continues to multiply, sending powerful
tremors through the force. If he could scream he would.
Tai, lightsaber activated continues to approach Ba'sha as casual as possible
before shaking his head. "Silly Sith... always trying to do what you
cannot." With that he charges and let's loose with a foot towards Ba'sha's
knee, intending to incapacitate the Sith long enough for him and Moira to
make an escape into the sunset, rowr.
Martial Arts vs. Martial Arts
Winner: Tai Jinn
FORCE VS. FORCE: Ba'sha vs. Moira (Initiated by Ba'sha)
Chain Lightning vs. Force Block
Winner: Moira
Ba'sha is caught up with turning to attack Tai on his approach when his knee
is kicked out from under him, he goes sprawling and shakes his head, roaring
in rage, and yelling in ancient Mandalorian, his body is down but his mind
is not. force tendrils drawing around him and shooting out to mimic his
rage....and directing their ire towards Moira.....
It's the first time in so long that Moira's felt close to whole... So when
she feels the tremors in the force, calmly she reaches out to block, like
swatting away gnats with a hand. Then, she glances to Tai, nods, turns tail
and runs. The Sith will call it cowardice, but Moira has more important
things to worry about than this fight. Like, oh, reabsorbing her soul. She
tries to use a bit of Force to add to her speed, but whether or not that
works, Moi is outta there. Hopefully.
FORCE POWER CHECK (Moira) *Neutral Power*
Power: Speed
...................................SUCCESS!!
Hadin Prine sees it all through the mind's eye, but does not dare to hurry
the slow process of cutting himself from the ice. He can not move, or speak
to cast a spell and set himself free. Instead he waits for the light weapon
to slowly slice of chunks of the ice. Within a minute he will be free to
lash out at the Jedi once again...
But the Jedi will be long gone before that happens, disappeared from sight.
Tai as well turns and begins running, casting one last glance and wink
behind him. Sure, it's egotistical and 'dark' but that's just the way Tai
is, he'll meditate about his arrogance later. Then, reaching to the force,
he attempts to use it to scurry him away faster, but his feet are moving
fairly fast on their own in order to try and catch Moi.
FORCE POWER CHECK (Tai Jinn) *Neutral Power*
Power: Speed
...................................Failure!
FORCE POWER CHECK (Ba'sha) *Neutral Power*
Power: Speed
...................................SUCCESS!!
SKILLCHECK: Ba'sha
Skill: Force Power Difficulty: Very Hard
.........................Failure!
Ba'sha speeds off after the two Jedi after regaining his feet, with the lead
Moira had on him, and her enhanced speed, she's still safely in front of
him, and there is far too much to concentrate on to spread himself anymore
thin, Tai however is taking his sweet time leaving, and being arrogant as
always. No matter, whether Tai was liked or not, Ba'sha has promised his
life to the amulet, and he'll chase the Jedi all the way home if it means
getting it, the options are Jedi leave without it, kill Ba'sha. He bears
down on Tai, raising his sword with a battle-cry of attack.....almost upon
him.
FORCE POWER CHECK (Moira) *Neutral Power*
Power: Speed
...................................SUCCESS!!
SKILLCHECK: Moira
Skill: Force Power Difficulty: Hard
.........................Failure!
Moira tries to squeeze the amulet into dust, really she does. However,
this... doesn't work so well. The material is tough. However, she does keep
running... for now. If she realizes Tai's no longer with her, however,
that'll change.
Hadin Prine continues to slice the ice with the lightsaber lead by his mind.
Several slow precision cuts and *crash*. Bane breaks out of his frozen
prison with a loud noise. The ignited lightsaber floats to the Beast's hand
and Bane twirls the weapon around his body several times before he
deactivates it and replaces it on his back once more. The Dark Count snarls
in a very Massassi-like manner and begins his approach toward Tai and
Ba'sha. Already beginning the gathering of the evil energies into his hands.
FORCE POWER CHECK (Tai Jinn) *Passive Power*
Power: Healing
...................................SUCCESS!!
The Ba'sha continues after him, how... unfortunate, still running, Tai looks
at his arm that is immobile and focuses the force into it, releasing the
lock of movement Bane placed upon it, flexing his numbed fingers a bit to
get blood flow again, he reaches down to his lightsabers and grasps one in
each hand. Ahead, Moira's blur is seen and he takes a wee moment to project
a thought towards her abruptly turning and pointing his lightsabers directly
towards Ba'sha as he charges after him...
Ba'sha dodges out of the way barely at the last second, spinning his massive
sword in a wide circular arc as the ligthsaber blades singe his back
slightly, and he brings his body full around with a mighty roar, sword
arcing down to split Tai's head in two like a melon, as the Sith's eyes burn
scarlet with a horrible heat of anger......
To listen to Tai, or to turn back and help? Moira wants to go back, but she
remembers her first fight with Bane. It would've gone so much better if
Rruka had just run when she told him to. Torn, she keeps on running, still
trying to crush the amulet. Or even make it easier to carry...
SKILLCHECK: Moira
Skill: Force Power Difficulty: Hard
.........................Failure!
Hadin Prine is close to the two, but not quite close enough. He watches Wyld
fight the Jedi with quite a bit of amusement. As Ba'sha attacks Tai with his
sword, Bane decides to attack in a different manner. The beast raises his
hands in a slow and lazy manner, pointing them toward Tai. He grins a
sinister grin and begins to growl first softly, then louder and louder with
every second. The air around Bane becomes charged once more as he unleashes
a storm of indigo lightning in the Jedi's direction.
FORCE VS. FORCE: Hadin Prine vs. Tai Jinn (Initiated by Hadin Prine)
Chain Lightning vs. Force Block
Winner: Tai Jinn
Blood erupts forth from Tai's face, literally as a long gash appears above
his left eye and extending across the bridge of his nose down to below his
right eye, amazing he was able to react in time to avoid losing his head, or
his eyes... but it doesn't really matter. Growling a bit, Tai spins and
lashes out with Kouhei directly for Ba'sha's head as he falls away from Tai.
Then, Darth Bane enters the scene and throws lightning up at Jinn, who
barely lifts his hand up in time to absorb and dissipate the blasts. Pausing
mentally for a moment, time seems to slow down...
Phanton looks at his young Padawan, "Tai... there will come a time when you
must sheathe your blade to serve the force."
"I know Master... I have foreseen it as well..." Tai responds quietly before
boarding the ship that brought them to Arkania. "I will do what I must...
for the force."
Back to the present, he casts his eyes to Bane and then to Ba'sha. "You
will never take my body for your Dark Side ways, nor my spirit..." Would it
be an actual movie, the music would have reached its crescendo as Tai
deactivates Kouhei and turns it so the emitter is pointing straight towards
him. "I love you..." his lips whisper quietly, for what purpose is unknown,
and then the lightsaber activates and a flash of blue erupts from where Tai
was standing, leaving only a tattered brown Jedi robe...
SKILLCHECK: Ba'sha
Skill: Stamina Difficulty: Sheer Folly
.........................SUCCESS!!
Ba'sha staggers backwards as Tai's blade connects directly with his face,
blood spraying through the air in a fine red mist that seems to hover there
briefly, floating in zero gravity, time slows down as we go to a slow motion
shot of Ba'sha reeling, sword dropping uselessly to the ground as he clasps
both hands for his face, growling and moaning in pain as he slumps against a
wall, his hands haven't moved yet, and the extent of the damage is unknown,
but from all the blood and the way he's slumped, it's a miracle he's still
standing.
Well, he did warn her. Moira doesn't yell or anything silly like that,
though if she were whole that's what her heart would be doing. Eh, silly
Jedi. Moira's a good Jedi, though, (or she likes to think she is- shhh,
don't disabuse her of that notion) so she just keeps running. There's Rruka
to look after, and all kinds of people who still need her help.
Hadin Prine watches in awe as the two warriors slice off each others' faces
and Tai takes the hero job to the next level by ending his own life.
"Worthless," Bane growls as he watches from four sword lengths. It is
unclear who he is talking about. The snow begins to fall lightly from the
sky, and Bane realizes that the battle is over. Bane is exhausted from his
efforts, and try as he may, he can not gather the power to heal Wyld's
injury. "I am drained, my efforts are worthless. You will have to heal it
yourself, as best you can," Bane says and begins to walk into the falling
snow.
FORCE POWER CHECK (Ba'sha) *Passive Power*
Power: Healing
...................................SUCCESS!!
SKILLCHECK: Ba'sha
Skill: Stamina Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................Failure!
STATCHECK: Ba'sha
STAT: Willpower Difficulty: Extremely Hard
.........................SUCCESS!!
Ba'sha slumps to the ground and sits, and sits, and sits, the blood on his
face slowly beginning to coagulate, to stop flowing so freely, robbing him of
strength, but the wound is not healed, far from it, and even as he gently
probes at it with his fingers something tells him it will never heal, that
even in death the cursed Jedi gave him something he will never forget, and
never forgive. He sits there for even longer, unable to summon the strength
to rise until his supernatural will does what his body can not, and pulls
him from the ground, he goes to Tai's robes, and pulls a Sith Dagger,
turning and pinning the robe to the nearest wall, and in his own blood
inscribing a phrase, turning to walk after Bane, and towards home.
And there, in the still silence of the night, the bloodshed over, the
violence ended for now, as the cold sounds of wind and snow echo hauntingly
over the area, Ba'sha's message stands visible for whoever may read it next.
"Here died a Warrior."
