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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 8:53 pm
Tython ~ Training Ground Anya circled slightly to keep her Master in front of her as he approached and when he began his offensive, she struggled best as she could to reflect his attacks. However, with only one weapon against his two, he was still scoring hits against her hands and arms. Each time one of the makeshift weapons struck her sore hands, pain shot through her arm. She utilized this pain, turning it into raw power which she saved for her counterattack. She called out to the Living Force, and began to back towards a large tree. Once she was within leaping distance, she released her hold on the Force and propelled herself backwards. In mid air, she arced her body, so that her feet hit the tree. Remembering a lesson from Force control classes, she focused her feet on the tree and garnered a few steps up the tree before gravity began to take effect. Quickly, releasing the pent up pain power, she pushed herself from the trunk, rocketing herself towards her Master. Gripped her sword with both hands, she held it behind her, intending to hit her Master with her shoulder. This, of course, was a ruse as she expected he would interpret this as her attack. Her primary attack would come depending on how he responded to defend himself against her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:14 pm
Tython/ Ronyo's old campsite
She was quick and she had grace like a feline predator, the simile taking greater hold as she scaled the tree and used it as a spring board. She came at him hard and fast like a ballistic projectile out of a bowcaster aiming her shoulder right at the Jedi Master. Something about the move was odd but rather than act on his instinct which had never led the Jedi wrong he wanted to see what she was planning.
With his grin turning steadily more into a smile Ronyo was enjoying the sparring session so far. He had not had a good fight in some time and he had begun to worry his skills might be falling. The few exchanges of blows had stirred the Jedi's blood though and helped bring him back to his wilder side, the side that ran with the force wolves of Tython and if allowed would push Ronyo beyond his normal limits without the force. With this the Jedi leapt straight towards the Padawan to meet her attack head on with power of his own, his twin sticks leading the charge looking the make two strong slashes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:27 pm
Tython ~ Training Ground So, he was going to meet her attack, she thought to herself. Perfect. At the last moment, she twisted, her weapon blocking both attacks as she passed him. Instead of using her weapon to attack, however, she used her own body. Bringing her knee upwards, she delivered a Force enhanced knee, directed at her Master's abdomen. After she pasted her Master, she hit the ground with her hands behind her, pushing off into a handspring with finally carried her to her feet. Her breath heavy and her body straining with exhaustion, she adapted a defensive style akin to one seen in Makashi.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:55 pm
Tython/ Ronyo's old campsite
The blow was solid and well placed, the addition of the force propelling the knee was enough for the Jedi to feel it through his armor. Ronyo landed softly and turned with one hand rubbing where he had been hit. His smile was bigger now and he chuckled a bit as he enjoyed actually being hit, it helped keep his mind grounded and not become too proud of his skills. However now he could ramp things up a bit, for while the Padawan had scored a hit, and a good one at that, one hit did not a win make.
"That was good Anya, you have natural skill with the blade and what training you have done has paid off," Ronyo cracked his neck and slid one foot back, "Now we can increase the training."
Ronyo stirred the power inside himself and allowed part of it to come out. He would not release the full force or risk not being able to hold back enough to keep Anya from getting to hurt, and he would add little use of the force in his attacks as the combination would be overwhelming at such a starting level.
Those gleaming green eyes seemed to shift somehow, the look they showed was not of the smiling Jedi Master but of the hunter lurking inside. He thought about what style he would use for a moment but then thought of something better. The Jedi rushed in his speed having increased as he jumped towards the nearest tree and then pushed off to the next one. Bouncing off tree to tree Ronyo came in with a heavy swing from his right stick that was way too far to hit Anya but the stick collided with the ground and with a push of the force knocked a small hole sending up a small dust cloud. Ronyo followed with a series of wild attacks that had no form or style, they came straight from instinct and from the hunter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 12:38 pm
Tython ~ Training Ground Anya was already starting to tire from the strenuous practice and the amount of energy she'd been expending. Now, her Master seemed intent on wearing her out. That must mean she landed her hit. A small smile of pride crept onto her weary face. She prepared to defend herself as her Master unleashed a new fury. His first attack was more than likely a feint so she maintained her defensive stance. As his attack kicked up dirt, she used the Force to shield her face, which made it easier for her to see his next attacks. She parried and blocked many of the wild attacks. A few she was able to dodge. Only a couple made it through her defense to slap her arms and sides. However, under this constant fury, she was beginning to tire quicker. She needed to stop him or slow his offensive. When his left saber came in for an attack, she swept her blade around to send his left blade into the path of his right.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:01 pm
Tython/ Ronyo's old campsite
His Padawan was doing well, holding her own as his attacks came in without notable form or style, he saw potential in the girl so long as she could control her emotions. Which at the present moment was showing to be a possible undertaking so long as things seemed well enough within her level of management. Given her choice of the flowing water technique in her counter Ronyo could tell she was still using her noted forms and performing them with accuracy and skill.
However in the real world one rarely encountered an opponent who would be willing to fight on even standings. Even the most noble Jedi would rather have an advantage against their opponent then have to rely solely on their skill. Which was a wise wishing as fighting on pure skill left room for that once in a lifetime mistake or the just being out skilled. Such an encounter Ronyo was going to create for his Padawan as he moved with the push of his left stick and pivoted on his inside foot spring with his back rolling against Anya's.
As he came around he took a quick dash back to gain some ground and begging his following attack. It was then that the Jedi began to crackle and spark with intermittent burst of electricity that danced all about his body. His twin stick seemed to almost pulse in the energy as Ronyo began to give his Padawan a small taste why he had been subtly called the lightning fox of the Jedi order. The energy about him swirled and now flowed with him as Ronyo moved into his Ataru and Vapaad forms still feeling his personal and inner hunter were more than were needed. Vapaad in itself was a form that was powerful in its own rights but also showed a mastery over once emotions.
Ronyo's attacks came in rapid succession with no delay or hesitation in the next action or motion. His strikes were heavy but quick, strong but agile, and his body coursed with the dancing lightning the entire time. Each time his sticks came in contact with Anya's sword a spark of lightning flashed and likely added to the force of the attack. Even with the quick strikes there seemed to be no clear sign of a goal as Ronyo pushed his Padawan harder and harder with his movements.
Finally Ronyo gave a heavy cross chop with his sticks that allowed him some extra space to move as he pushed off hard with his legs and into the air. Once airborne Ronyo had quickly placed his stick within the sash he wore under his belt and held out one hand palm pointing at Anya. The lightning about Ronyo increased and began to swirl and collect in a orb inches from the Jedi's palm. It grew to the point where Ronyo could have easily relaxed his fingers and he would be holding said orb and then released the energy in a powerful surging beam of pure lightning. It was a quick and weaker version of the full technique but it was still full of powerful potential as it streaked towards his Padawan. Should the blast connect it would not deal any serious harm to the girl but she would know full well she had been hit by a strong force. True it was a force based attack within the confines of a melee practice session but again no enemy would fight so restricted if lives were on the line.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 6:34 pm
Tython ~ Training Ground Anya braced herself for an attack when her Master spun around her her, but none came so she quickly vaulted backwards, arcing in the air to land facing her Master, who was beginning to crackle with energy. She watched as something that begged a feral description emerged from her Master. His onslaught of attacks could hardly be blocked by the severely winded and exhausted Padawan. She caught a few, but most lanced through her single defense to score hits on her. When he leapt into the air, Anya tumbled backwards, expecting a downward chop but what she saw surprised her. She almost cleared the lightning attack when it came. A powerful jolt shot through her and in her already weakened and moving form, shot her backwards. She hit a tree hard, knocking not only the wind from her, but a branch in the tree above loose. Gasping for air, Anya grasped the branch and pulled herself to her feet. A sense of anger quickly surged through her. Looking at her vibrosword and the branch in her off hand, she settled the anger in her, using as fuel. Calling upon the anger to increase her energy, she opened herself to the Living Force again, drawing in strength from the Forest around her. The light and dark energy mixed, giving her a short boost of strength and spirit. Using the makeshift weapon as well as her own, she charged at her Master, spinning both weapons in offensive arcs towards him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:31 pm
Orion
Orion's memory of how the two of them arrived at point 'B' from point 'A' was a blur, blended with a fine smear of Zeltron wine, the charisma of a Nubian woman, and seasoned with a healthy dose of his own desire for adventure. For a moment he sat frozen before the controls, electric green and yellow lights illuminating his fine features, and he forgot entirely what he was to do.
He was no experienced pilot, despite his extensive (and dangerous) exploits with several of his father's luxury speeders, but that was not the cause for his lapse. Neither was it fear of his father's disapproval or concern once word spread of his only heir's disappearance. Orion suffered no delustions that his father would recieve that news with the same apathy that he had been carefully cultivating for years. No, this hesitance was born only of his thoughts, not his fathers.
The entire situation hit him then, drunk despite his lack of drink, and he laughed. It was a full-bodied, half-giddy and half-mad, laugh that filled the hangar and echoed even after he's finished. Wiping his eyes, he said to Liesa, "I know exactly where to go," and soon the two teens were on their way to Coruscant.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:46 pm
Malo
Once more kneeling beside the remains of her once-trusty protocol droid, two datapads in hand, Malo checked the wiring that stretched across the room to a large, exposed wall panel before powering them on. The screen in her right hand blinked on to display a small, but accurate, schematic of the inside of her DeepWater-class light freighter. Towards the center was a red dot, her, and not far was another re dot moving slowly away from the medbay.
Slowly. That was good. It was unfortunate that he didn't seem inclinged to listen to her warning, but she hadn't expected him to. Typically, he was going to try to seize control and power of the ship rather than negotiate. She could at least be grateful for the Mon Calamari design. It would be as alien to his Imperial familiarity as the concept of gratitude apparently was.
The rattle of wheels along the smooth cargo room floor announced R3's presence and Malo glanced up. "Our guest is outstaying his welcome, fast." She said and the droid whistled in return. "I guess there's nothing we can do!" She continued, feigning a helpless pout.
Malo gestured and the droid stilled enough for the ex-jedi to open the front compartment of his carapace. She deposited the second datapad within and then patted him on the top of his dome. "Now, get this guy back together and then get the both of you somewhere safe."
R3 tootled and set to work while Malo stood and turned her attention back to her datapad. She tried to work quickly to access progrms and protocols but she couldn't help be distracted. It was one thing to act cavalier to others but another entirely to dismiss a home invasion. It was enough for her to stmble over a code and she growled -- then Querty was there, his droid mind accessiong the datapad in her hand remotely, and she sighed. "Oh Querty," then smiled. "Be a dear and seal this room. Then vent the rest of the ship, would you?" She asked, and the remote chirped happily. Malo watched the screen become a literal blure of access codes, safety protocols, and droid slicing capabilities as the remote acquiesced.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 5:51 pm
Sam
The new day did not bring a change to the once-Jedi Master's life. But for a brief moment of confusion before remembering where she was, Same was still Sam... and she wasn't.
Confusion did not dispel from her thoughts as easily as sleep did, but she tried to dismiss it to the best of her abilities anyways. Having decided the night before, in the dark hours that she lay awake in this new, strange, place, that she would be of no hlp to anyone if she could not help herself, the first step was to find her ground.
Lose your footing and you're dead, she remembered. Those words were as true now as they were on Naboo years before Warren or the Flower Girl.
She needed something familiar, but she would not get that here. This planet was too old, this place too thriving, and it was no welcome to her fragile self. True, Ronyo was here, but he was enarly as strange to her now as this temple was. On the ship he had been her friend and former padawan, but here he was Grand Master Storm, leader of the Jedi Council. She new from her own experience what that meant, and besides, there was his new padawan to consider as well. That one would require much guidance. Fortuitous that Ronyo had spoken for Anya... but then, he had maneuvered the Mandalorian before Sam in the same stroke. She would expect no less from her own former protoge, but it still served as an annoyance.
He would have to be seen. Both of them, she supposed, but the order of which would have to be left to chance. To say good-bye to one or both... an answer that had seemed so clear yeserday was now as muddled as all else. Whatever was meant to be would be, but not until she had managed to get herself out of these chambers.
So, refreshed and almost ready to face the universe, Sam stepped into the halls.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:17 pm
Point Nadir, Outside Zietta's Palace
A Twil'ek
She bends over, keeps her blaster handy. Either he was desperate, or trying to buy time.
"Keeps your hands where I can see them and explain quickly." Maintaining eye contact, she kneels on the ground and frowns, a move he cant see, but she feels disappointed almost at being deprived a chance to really let her weapon stretch its legs.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 10:14 pm
Tython, Spaceport
Cole awoke with a terrible ache in his back. The Mandalorian Captain had stone-walled Cole's entourage, making sure that they never left the otherwise empty spaceport. The NRIS officers' expression of disgust for their "mistreatment" hadn't helped the matter. So, the crates aboard the shuttle were transferred off, and four rucksacks were provided for Cole and his affiliates. It was either that, or head straight back up into the space station and back to Coruscant, and Cole didn't intend to leave here empty-handed.
Gears were grinding in Cole's head now, though. He'd been out of contact with the Supreme Chancellor for nearly 16 hours now, and Cole was sure that if the Grand Master had been available at all, he would have made his way over to the spaceport to see them already. Cole drooped his head in grogginess and defeat. The Mandalorians weren't going to let them out of the port, and Cole, at least needed to get back to Coruscant ASAP. Briefly, horror dawned over Cole, realizing that fleet actions might have already begun by now.
Cole stood up, steadied his balance, and moved to wake the rest of the shuttle's occupants. He found the scientist was already awake, working on his datapad, and the two NRIS officers wasted little time and getting up and dressed themselves. Jedi or no-Jedi, Cole was leaving. He stepped out onto the shuttle's boarding ramp and walked on toward the floor.
Cole could see all five members of the Mando squad standing guard. Cole wondered if they'd stayed awake all night. It was probably more likely they'd taken shifts sleeping. Taking his time, he strode over to Captain Jynx, prepared to announce their departure for leaving. They'd need that pilot to get back up into orbit, unless the Mandos trusted them more with their shuttles than they did simply being here.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 9:51 pm
Malo's Ship
Sephis stumbled into the small cockpit, a galaxy map displayed brightly in holo and two seats to either side of it. No sign of Malo or any possible affiliates of hers. Sephis hadn't run into her on the way here, and it was only a few seconds walk from the med bay. How had she stopped the ship? Maybe she was bluffing and they'd arrived at their destination, mostly likely headed for the armory instead.
Hopeful, Sephis rushed over the pilot's chair and thumped down into it. Fatigued and slightly dizzy his eyes skittered from one control the next. He took the flight stick in his hand and spun the ship around. Up. Down.
There was nothing but the blackness of space, and the blue, white and red dots of stars in the distance. Perhaps she was meeting somebody? A deep-space exchange perhaps, trading less than legal goods away from... Sephis started to make a connection when a light started blinking on the console and a shrill alarm exploded out of the cockpit's speakers. The ship was being decompressed.
Sephis ran his eyes along the console. There was nothing else wrong with the ship. No damage reported from the ship's droid-brain, no hardware failure indicating the cause of the dwindling air. Just an alert to indicate that the ship was being vented.
That schutta...
Malo must have been venting the ship from a remote console somewhere, safely tucked away in a sealed off corner of the ship, of course. Panicking, Sephis thrust his arm to override the life support shut down, banging his palm into the throttle and starting the ship moving forward before he could issue the order. The air in the cockpit was getting colder.
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Sephis took in a breath and found the air to be a bit thinner.
"By the Empress' black heart..."
Sephis voice was trembling now, and filling with frustration. He tapped in a few more controls and still the ship vented. His breathing was becoming shallow and the deprivation of oxygen wasn't helping his dizziness. Sephis reached for the intercom and leaned low over it. He thumbed the input.
"Please... Turn the oxygen back on... You must...!"
The temperature was getting colder. Sephis could feel goosebumps forming on his skin.
"I'll let you live, if you just..."
Sephis breathed in and his breath came up short. There was hardly any air left in the cockpit. He took his hand off the input and collapsed on the floor, wheezing. For a long moment, he just lay there on the floor, slowly going into shock as the oxygen went out. And then, quickly, he remembered.
This wouldn't necessarily save his life, nor would it stop the oxygen from venting out the ship, but he drew on the Force to override his body's instincts and keep himself from passing out. Any Force-user could survive for less than an hour on just the oxygen in their lungs through the preservation of the Force. Silently-- it seemed to eerie to him-- he danced his eyes around for cockpit in the hopes of spotting a rebreather. His body was still now, the fast rhythm of short breaths stopped now that he was conserving his oxygen. All he needed was time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 1:46 pm
Point Nadir, Outside Zietta's Palace
"Ow..."
Seriously. Ow. Kal's broken bone was sticking out of leg at the knee, like one branch jutting off of another at the point of its curve.
"Oh, yeah, she's my business partner," Kal growled through gritted teeth. "I'm her ride off of this rock..."
Kal gasped and drew in several shallow breaths. He was starting to feel light-headed, like he was going to pass out.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 1:54 pm
Tython/ Ronyo’s old training ground
He could feel her anger but he could also feel her control, he understood what she was doing but it was how the emotion came to be which was the question. Anger was always a difficult emotion to bring under control as it only becomes harder to control as it becomes more useful to use for energy. That idea was the theory and idea behind the Vapaad form, which also explained why so many who have undertaken the form have either died or fallen to the darkside, so far Ronyo was one of the exceptions…so far.
Anya came at him with her new stick as an extra weapon and the Hunter inside Ronyo smiled while the man on the outside watched and waited. He wish to use her emotion for fuel was a skill that was promising but also could be worrisome if she did not learn how to properly control it. With that Ronyo took his Padawan’s attacks and went through to motions of parry, dodge, and riposte with the new energy pushing Anya to high strength. Feeling that his padawan might begin drawing on areas she had not knowledge in Ronyo thought bets to end the exercise swiftly.
He dipped slightly into his own personal form calling on the basic to combine with the other lightsaber forms of the Jedi teaching. His two weapons now worked in perfect harmony with each other. Either moving together or completely separate but always with regards to the other. Ronyo’s attacks came with the electrical charge his body seemed to be generating and each blow sparked with the brilliance of a lightning storm. Ronyo now moved without thought but on pure feeling and flow of his natural surroundings and the force. His spins rustled the leaves as the wind whipped with his actions until enough force built up that with one final push Ronyo let out the energy in a cross slash that surged with electrical energy and the winds seemed to suddenly dash in as if nature itself was behind the blow.
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