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He turns and faces the man instantly realizing that he was the one who cut off his arm, He smiles... Then attempts to read the surface thoughts of him as he begins to speak back

I doubt she would want to see me... alive... but that is no concern to me, I'am not focused upon her wants. Only my wants are what I focus on satisfieing. Why would you care if I see her any ways? .... and who are you to tell me what she does and does not want?

He stares at the man while keeping his smile

The effects of both the drain power as well as the speed were already wearing on his mind. His body could handel it but the mental strain was becoming too much. Instead oloosing the advantage of speed, he relinquished his hold over the drain and decided on a more frontal assualt, wanting to end it quickly now.

Trances body was still enveloped in the effect of the force speed, the JDAT moved at a pace close to that of floating space derbies. It would have been easy for Trance to just simply ignited his lightsaber, jump forward, and cleave the JDAT in half before it could even react. But then the game wouldn't be much fun.

Trance watched the JDAT land and spin around, popping off several shot from his blasters, every bolt was aimed directly at Trance, and were easy enough to avoid by simply stepping to the side. The red burning bolts hissed past him at a slighly faster pace than the JDATs movments.

Trance watched them go by, almost tempted to reach out and hold one. Moving this slow they were beautiful, but thier touch was still deadly.
He truned back to face the JDAT, all Trances movments would have taken place in the fraction of a second to the JDATs eyes.

He was now forced to step out of the speed bost. He was slowly loosing his consentration on it and decided it was better to center himself out side of it than to loose controle of it suddenly and to have a blaster bolt, which was moving slow at first, to come suddenly rushing tward him.

He boosted himself off the ground with a force-assisted jump, using only a fraction of his will to close the short distance between them. Leaping toward his adversary, Trance removed his lightsaber from his robes, igniting it in mid jump. As soon as he landed he brought it down over the midsection of the modified rifles. His slash, even out side of force speed, would appear to be nothing but a light purple flash to the JDAT.

(( Is that any better =/ ))

((do you think you could get rid of your spam post? sweatdrop ))

He was not a Jedi, nor was he oblivious to what the JDAT would do once he got close enough. It was all too obvious that he would have a wrist-mounted flamethrower; Boba Fett was never without one. Trance had a sneaking suspicion about the creature when he felt it approaching. You can't spend less than a month in the bounty hunter trade and not have an ecounter with Boba Fett. Once you did meet the shell of a human you never forgot the feelings, or lack there of, he left behind, nor did you forget his arsenal; modified blaster, back mounted war heads, wrist-mounted flame projector and whip cord. He was a walking garison.

That same emptiness, the exact same non-existent feelings that Trance had encountered in Fett, he was now seeing again in some one else. Or, perhaps, it wasn't some one else. Not exactly. This fighter felt almost exactly like Fett; cold, precise, and lacking in pity, but something about it was different.

Regardless, that odd premonition of a few hours previous alone gave Trance enough foresight to see exactly what he had put himself in. As he had moved closer to do away with his adversary nasty little pistols, he had caught a glimpse of a few things on his hand and arms. One of which was a flame projector.

Trance had managed to pull himself out of his cloak and suspend it in air with the use of the force to distract the trooper for only a moment as he bounded over the JDAT just as the flame plumed from the projector nozzle, all in one fluid motion. He stopped himself in mid flip, using the force to suspend himself over the JDATs head

He had avoided the flame but its immense heat could still be felt, beads of sweat formed on his body that now dangled upside down only four feet above the dark armored trooper. It was quite a struggle to keep his body suspended in mid air with the force. It would have been easier had he not winded himself using the speed technique for such and extended amount of time combined with the stress of the force drain ability.

He ignited his lightsaber again, releasing his hold on the force the suspended him in the air and letting his body fall. He thrust his saber down toward the top of the troopers helmet. In a moment it would be over, but if it wasn’t he would have to rely on his own physical abilities. He now felt as though his head couldn’t take much more of the stress these techniques were putting on him.

((mmm…the first three paragraphs are debatable. Though true. Let me know what you think Veg-itable and if you don't like it I’ll edit it.))

s**t! This is going to be a tight fit. His brain formed a plan as soon as he heard the rocket on the JDATs backpack click. He quickly twisted himself to the side and arched himself inward, forming an almost U shape. The rocket launched right past him, just barely though. Like a glove. He smirked, if Trance had been off by only a few degrees he would have become permanently part of the sand, as would the JDAT. This would most certainly freak out the most experienced worrier. Not even Fett could have pulled off a stunt like that. But, then again, Fett had never received the training Trance had.

He was far too close for the trooper to evade the explosion, had there been one. It was at times like these when he was glad for his training in the gymnastics of the Twi'lek race. The next time he was in Mos Eisley he would have to thank the dancer who taught him. Instead of suffering death, he endured moderate plasma burns across his midsection.

His new position made it impossible to complete the drop attack he had planed, but he already had another attack formulated. His mind was reeling through the fall. He had just enough time to land on his feet. He twisted his body again to were he would land behind the JDAT. He fell low into a crouch as soon as he hit the ground, ready to bound to the out of the way if the thing had enough speed to twist around and use its flame projector again, or any weapon for that mater.

It was a very basic attack, his saber was held to where it crossed his chest. He swung it to the side even before he hit full crouch, the blade let out a low hum as it streaked through the air. This was now the decisive moment. Both of them were far to close to avoid any attack that either could throw at each other. Trance most obviously had a slight advantage over the JDAT since he had landed behind it, but the JDAT could role forward or to the side. But, even if it did this, Trances blade moved far to fast to completely avoid.

((JDAT is dead man, if his s**t is realy custimized from Fetts, then it takes about a second for the pack to prep for lauch and a split second for it to actualy launch, faster with modifications, but with no matter.

considering that Trance was already in mid attack before he even fell to the full crouch, and that no were in your post did you say the JDAT moved out of the way, the saber would cut the JDAT in half before he even fired the burners.

posting here like this makes me a hypocrit, yes, I know. ninja ))

((*revised post* twisted ))

The JDAT, now aware that the Jedi was behind him and not dead, sighed and launched into his next plan. It would start a series of events that would allow him to re-take control over the situation. He pumped the thrust on his jetpack to full, and bent down into a crouch as the pack activated and prepared to be jetted forward. But something stopped him, a cold feeling, yet somehow hot. He looked down to see what was causing the sensation to find he was no longer attached to his legs. He started to yell out in pain, but his active jetpack violently exploding cut him off.

Shards of durasteel and plasma along with the explosion plumed outwards. The pack would cause a 100 foot explosion due to the fact the fuel was cranked to full and it was just cut in tway.