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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 2:00 pm
Draiman stood outside of the dark Temple, near the back entrance, he took notice of the large mountains near by, specialy the ones which seemed to touch the clouds, flowing the outlines of the red coloured mountains.
Crossing the arms gently over his chest he snuggled his forearms upon his chest plates, he took in a deep breath the sand which blew around was blocked off by a soft use of the force, he didn't want to become sick, or ill when the Dark Lord needed help, she was easily angered and yet powerful which could easily get him killed.
He exhaled once agian while blinking a few times, his dark green eye shade was shielded once more by the slight use of the force, which he did love to do, he would do anything to use his powers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 2:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 4:46 pm
The JDAT watched as the creature avioded the dart, and close the distance between them with just a few quick leaps. When the creature's tail came around the JDAT was ready with a back tuck that ended in a rocket pack activation. The tail swoshed under him, displacing a great ammount of sand. As the pack activated he aimed and fired again, this time aiming for the biggest, hottest part of the bulky beast.
Little did the creature know he was already using his Visor to select another one of his weapons. The Flame thrower. The mass of muscle was about to be chared. Hopefully the howl was normal, and didn't alert anyone to the fight. Though it would be nice to have a challenge to fight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 6:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 1:21 pm
((Thats pretty good. He got a dart out of him thats only one half an inch long. xd It had skill.))
The JDAT hit the ground and sunk a good inch into the sand. He picked his feet up and shook it off. That thing seemed way to smart to be a wild beast. And it seemed to almost have a plan of attack. A poor one, but none the less a plan.
He turned around and started up the dune once more. Maybe he wouldnt fight anyone. If this was the Jedi he would, but this planet was the dreaded world of the Sith. Had he not been trained to ignore his emotions he would have already turned back. This place gave him chills, and fears he'd never felt before. But it did not detur him. Maybe he'd find a Sith Lord. Maybe that Lord would tell him where the Jedi were. After all, the order was to kill Jedi, not Sith.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:34 pm
"What a shame. The poor beast, I'll be sure to give it a proper burial once this is all over." The armored worrier was by no means good. From what trance saw through the eyes of the Hssiss all it did was jump around and shoot darts. There was no grace to him what so ever. Those were the Echani emotions speaking though.
He dusted himself off and gazed longingly at the peek of the dune to his immediate right, the direction he had commanded the lizard to take. The thing it had fought was still coming; it was a brave barve indeed. To continue to brave the waists after seeing what the animals alone were capable of. He shrugged, he could defiantly feel and small amount of insecurity coming from this one. Perhaps he could use it to his advantage
He was tired of waiting, yet he could not go after the thing. His physical feature made sure of this. White hair, nearly albino skin, even his eyes, the sun would kill him before the armored one could ever hope to. He breathed a frustrated sigh and sat back down to meditate and get a better feel for his opponent, to search his mind and see what his plans were.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 2:24 am
At the training center located somewhere inside the temple...
The scientifically-created phenom known as Soroske was in the training room located somewhere within the temple. He was in the middle of the cold, stone room as the mass produced droids for these simulations were piling out of their corridors from every direction, one at a time.
Currently the room was sealed off, but by no means was it not accessible by outsiders, it were just a measure to keep the battle droids from leaving the intended area or a stray shot from flying out of the room at a passer by or perhaps hitting something of value.
The apprentice wasn't wearing anything but a pair of thin wool-type, baggy slacks, the rest of his body was exposed and the permanent scars and wounds on his body were visible, as well as the finely structured, muscled and bony anatomy of this sentient being. His light blue-ish grey skin was thick, like leather, but even his natural armor could not withstand a blaster at close range or even a short distance for all that matter. Some of his scars were straight, seered lines across the flesh made by an intense heat or something along those lines, like a shot from a blaster of course. There were others that seemed more aggravated, slashing marks made naturally by an opposing creature, or by a jagged weapon like the ones the battle droids in the room wielded. A wide variety of scars ranging from small cuts, to large burn marks, some of which have healed over time, and others that seem more lasting or permanent.
Soroske was in the middle of facing three droids, there were two disabled droids already lying on the ground just a few feet from him, and there was a single floating orb type droid which circled around the Dark Jedi in training taking pot-shots at him, firing yellow bursts of energy beams at him about like that of a two-handed blaster. He manages to fend off the droids while skillfully reflecting the blasts from the droid circling around them. Though his movements probably aren't as graceful as an experienced as some of the Dark Jedi, but more straight forward, his strength being his best skill.
The aqua-sentient danced around, but his movements weren't more than five feet in any direction, perhaps making him an easy target, but he was surrounded by the three melee type battle droids, each of which were also taking precise and calculated swings at him, and perhaps a few seemingly close-calls, as their weapons knick his leathery flesh every so often before finally he spins around with his double-sided purple lightsaber, slicing through the upper metallic torso of one of the battle droids and then in a heart-beat it might seem that the tide of the exhibitionary training battle had turned almost instantly.
Soroske then hopped to the side a few steps, twirling his double-sided lightsaber like a baton, deflecting a couple of repeated shots by the flying spherical droid, the shots deflecting and nailing another of the melee battle droids that were left standing at this point in the middle of it's metal head, one of the shots happened to pass right through it's chrome skull and striking the flying droid critically, now disabling three of the battle droids in a awkwardly fluent single-handed motion. Though, from the view from a more experienced Jedi, it was more than likely luck that the second energy blast had passed through the first droid and into the second, though it was a possible sign of potential to say the least. It should be clear to those exceptionally attuned to the force, that he is going purely on his animalistic or predatory instincts, which is awfully close to using the Force but in a more ungracefully, brute-like unintelligent way.
Then finally, the apprentice takes hold of the saber with both hands and spins toward the final melee type droid that was still standing and quickly twisted his hips, swinging one end of the purple saber at the last droid, slicing through it's forearm and into it's shoulder, cutting through half of it's head at a diagonal angle. All of this happening in less than a minute of time, though the match up had gone for considerably longer than the ending portrays.
Finally, after the battle was over and there were no more droids left to fight and no more coming from their respectable corridors, the sentient being then stood to his full height. Compared to the droids, he was surpsingly small in size, only standing a little under six foot in height. He just lowered his head, and his saber's purple energy blades detracted as he turned it off. He then lifted his head and started to make his way toward the corner of the room, to collect his apprentice robes silently.
((Feel free to jump in if you've nothing else going on at the moment, I could use someone to interact with.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:00 am
Kanjero At the training center located somewhere inside the temple...The scientifically-created phenom known as Soroske was in the training room located somewhere within the temple. He was in the middle of the cold, stone room as the mass produced droids for these simulations were piling out of their corridors from every direction, one at a time.
Currently the room was sealed off, but by no means was it not accessible by outsiders, it were just a measure to keep the battle droids from leaving the intended area or a stray shot from flying out of the room at a passer by or perhaps hitting something of value.
The apprentice wasn't wearing anything but a pair of thin wool-type, baggy slacks, the rest of his body was exposed and the permanent scars and wounds on his body were visible, as well as the finely structured, muscled and bony anatomy of this sentient being. His light blue-ish grey skin was thick, like leather, but even his natural armor could not withstand a blaster at close range or even a short distance for all that matter. Some of his scars were straight, seered lines across the flesh made by an intense heat or something along those lines, like a shot from a blaster of course. There were others that seemed more aggravated, slashing marks made naturally by an opposing creature, or by a jagged weapon like the ones the battle droids in the room wielded. A wide variety of scars ranging from small cuts, to large burn marks, some of which have healed over time, and others that seem more lasting or permanent.
Soroske was in the middle of facing three droids, there were two disabled droids already lying on the ground just a few feet from him, and there was a single floating orb type droid which circled around the Dark Jedi in training taking pot-shots at him, firing yellow bursts of energy beams at him about like that of a two-handed blaster. He manages to fend off the droids while skillfully reflecting the blasts from the droid circling around them. Though his movements probably aren't as graceful as an experienced as some of the Dark Jedi, but more straight forward, his strength being his best skill.
The aqua-sentient danced around, but his movements weren't more than five feet in any direction, perhaps making him an easy target, but he was surrounded by the three melee type battle droids, each of which were also taking precise and calculated swings at him, and perhaps a few seemingly close-calls, as their weapons knick his leathery flesh every so often before finally he spins around with his double-sided purple lightsaber, slicing through the upper metallic torso of one of the battle droids and then in a heart-beat it might seem that the tide of the exhibitionary training battle had turned almost instantly.
Soroske then hopped to the side a few steps, twirling his double-sided lightsaber like a baton, deflecting a couple of repeated shots by the flying spherical droid, the shots deflecting and nailing another of the melee battle droids that were left standing at this point in the middle of it's metal head, one of the shots happened to pass right through it's chrome skull and striking the flying droid critically, now disabling three of the battle droids in a awkwardly fluent single-handed motion. Though, from the view from a more experienced Jedi, it was more than likely luck that the second energy blast had passed through the first droid and into the second, though it was a possible sign of potential to say the least. It should be clear to those exceptionally attuned to the force, that he is going purely on his animalistic or predatory instincts, which is awfully close to using the Force but in a more ungracefully, brute-like unintelligent way.
Then finally, the apprentice takes hold of the saber with both hands and spins toward the final melee type droid that was still standing and quickly twisted his hips, swinging one end of the purple saber at the last droid, slicing through it's forearm and into it's shoulder, cutting through half of it's head at a diagonal angle. All of this happening in less than a minute of time, though the match up had gone for considerably longer than the ending portrays.
Finally, after the battle was over and there were no more droids left to fight and no more coming from their respectable corridors, the sentient being then stood to his full height. Compared to the droids, he was surpsingly small in size, only standing a little under six foot in height. He just lowered his head, and his saber's purple energy blades detracted as he turned it off. He then lifted his head and started to make his way toward the corner of the room, to collect his apprentice robes silently.((Feel free to jump in if you've nothing else going on at the moment, I could use someone to interact with.)) ((You must submit a Application before you can RP, and even then you must wait for somone to acept it.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:53 am
((Demonic Expert, he has submitted and application, and it has been accepted. Read the thread next time.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 10:21 am
The JDAT, now a the top of the hill, decided to remove his blasters. His blasters. He specially configured their sights, and the focusing units and the power output, not to mention the rate of fire. With a fewquick hand movements he blasters were out of their holsters and spinning around on his pointer fingers. He hadnt seen anyone yet, but he had a strange feeling he was walking into a trap.
And so he started down the dune in a jog, headed for the abnormally large building at the bottom. It seemed too... dark, to be a Jedi temple. Maybe his hunch was right, and since there were no records of what Sith temples looked like, he had no way to confirm it. Maybe someone had already been watching his fight. Maybe that someone knew he was coming. Maybe then they'd already underestimated him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 11:08 am
Xiaoxing ((Demonic Expert, he has submitted and application, and it has been accepted. Read the thread next time.)) ((Thought he was new sweatdrop sorry.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 12:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 3:27 pm
The JDAT caught off gaurd to say the least. But it did confirm his guess that he was being watched by a force user. He fired up his jet pack before he made contact with the sand, so as it wouldnt break or become clogged. He fell on his rear then fired the pack while starting to lean forward. This propelled him forward and into the air, where he tucked in and started rolling forwards. When he impacted with the sand again he had it under control, his forward rolls would prevent anything from breaking, be it him or his equipment.
As he finished his rolls, the sand still flowing under him, he rolled once more and ended a few feet away from the bottom of the dune in a crouch with both blasters pointed infront of him. His targeting antenee swished down infront of where his right eye would be and started to scan the spectrum for lifesigns. Whom ever did this would not live through this day, be they Sith, or Jedi.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 4:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:48 pm
A few days had passed and his time spent in the library was worth the time, He managed to read all the books that apeased to his interests. He knew that he needed a master and that learning by doing would help, he also wanted to make sure he was welcome in the temple and that he wouldn't be thrown into a holding cell again. He stood up and exited the library and headed towards the dark lord's chambers, he would bow to her.. show her no defiance, and sumbit to her will, in order to prove his loyalty and obedience.
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