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"My, my. I didn't know it was my birthday already," Nakara mentioned, picking the hand up with a slight amount of glee. He quickly looked it over, and tossed the hand to a droid, ordering it to deliver it all to his private chambers.

"Have you given any consideration to my other offer? Or were you too engrossed in the hunt?"

After about an hour of walking, Dizzy had reached his ship. He quickly ushered his bounty inside (who I still can't think of a name for) and placed him into a ray shielded holding cell. Then, Dizzy took his place at the pilot's chair. "Computer, set course for Nal Hutta. And send a message to Torga that I have his bounty." he told the onboard computer. His ship started to rise into the atmosphere into the darkness of space. Then, the sound of his engines charging up could be heard before the stars seemed to be streaking past his viewport as the ship went into hyperspace.
Soon, this bounty would be turned in and a new task would be given to him. However, Dizzy was getting a little tired of constantly working for Torga the Hutt. He needed a new employer. To branch out in the bounty hunter business. Perhaps he might be of some use to the Sith?

((which makes It really tough. Energy has no mass, and thus no "force". Bullets, has mass, and accelleration, meaning they have a lot of force to stop. even more so at mach 1. very tough.))
calliga's hand flashed forwards, jamming the red-hot cut end of the metal rod into Pash's hand(or trying hard to, anyway); dark side energy suddenly flaring back up.
"Pawn? Of course! And she's mine! Don't you get it? Passion! Passion fires the furance of the force, stokes the fire to conquer. No sith now understands....I DO!
I've recovered what was so long lost....."
A weird energy formed; unlike the normal "kill!!" attitude of most sith, this one's aura was different.
Gushing dark side energies, Calliga stabbed into pash's mind; but not with pain, which he would be shielded against for a eternity; but with pleasure; raw desire.
Calliga was handing Pash his greatest dream-and moreso, the fight wasn't a matter of ego or pretense; Calliga's motives showed like a beacon through the bands of force he was projecting.
He just wanted to destroy pash.
Outright.
There was no logic left in it, no malice....just a raw desire. No rhyme, rhythm, or reason.

Koren held a carbine to the awakening man's face. It was a great scare tactic. The soldier was stunned for a moment, then realized where he was and tried screaming. It didn't work, for he was gagged and tied. Koren tilted the carbine a bit and fired a shot past his head so close it singed the hairs off the man's head and burned his ear a little. Then Koren leaned down, and spoke softly in his non-burned ear.

Now are you going to tell me where the life support systems are? If you don't, I can't really guarantee your safety. My hand just twitches sometimes.

With that, he 'accidently' fired a shot right through the man's foot. The man shut his eyes and let out a painful, muffled scream. Tears began to stream down his eyes.

Oops. Now talk.

The second Calliga thrust at him, Pash acted with the speed of a coiled spring, executing a Cho mai strike and severing the offending hand at the wrist with another Trakata slash with the attitude of a master backhanding an insolant student.

Then Pash's mind was under assault, darkside energies and seductions assailed his thoughts.

With the skills taught to him in his rigorous, almost mind shattering Jedi Shadow training he utterly emptied his mind only focusing upon his opponent with nil emotion aside from calm.

The Sith had nothing to attack, nothing to draw upon to feed his mental assault. It was like taping a dry keg.

"There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Such assaults are useless against one who is in control of their mind, body and soul.
You have failed to understand your opponent, and because of it, you lose."

Pash suddenly pointed his unlit saber straight at the sith again and then swept his arm to the side, casting the sithling aside with the force as though it were an extension of his arm and clearing his path to the ship.

Hunger poured into the void, suddenly, crashing onto the nothingness.
Crumpled on the ground, Calliga pushed himself up slowly, spitting out blood, still grinning weakly.
"And that...is where you are wrong...."
Into pash's "dry keg", emotion suddenly poured: unlike other sith who believed only in destruction, this was when calliga really shined, what all that training had built up.
If Pash would not give him emotions to paint with; he'd bring his own. Calliga blasted his own desires thoughts into the perfect calm created, whipping up a storm of emotion of his own making for him to munipulate.
At the Sithling's will, bursts of desire and want sprang forth, then twisted into a black flood tide.
The canvas was colored black; the garden was in thorns and calliga's projections had become all the more real; for a moment, they where just illusions, and nothing more. then they took root(if only for a fraction of a second) and provided afoothold, something to stoke. The artificial emotions became a raging cascade in pash's head, tearing through the "perfect calm".
"....if there is no emotion, nothing is left alive. You who preach the force is made of the will of alll living things....all that makes the force each has desires and wants and needs, and if you yourself lack them, It makes no dent in a galaxy of want if a few drops are gone. You can drown anyway...."
Calliga whispered in a soft, knife-edge voice, unable to get up off his knees, but fixed on submerging the Jedi pretender's "defense" under the waves of desire that calliga had collected and created during his practices with siren.
"Let's see....other sith....do this!....

Calliga snapped, giggling childishly despite the vice-grip threatening to kill him. And the lightsaber.
"hmmhahahaaa.....! Change! Change it all....It will die anyways, but better to destroy everything so it can be rebuilt. Yes??... Of course I destroy and shatter, because nothing is worth keeping! everything's already broken, and can't be fixed. So I'll just force it to be reborn in my images. Noble, to repair a universe..."
A alarm beeped on Calliga's wrist.
Booted feet echoed in the hallway.
"Oops. Time's up."
Calliga put his thoughts into a recognizable manner and cut off his attack; forcing all his energy into one more chance. The intruder was doomed, and just few more seconds...
A weakened bolt of energy flickered from Calliga's right hand; in greater sith it would have been dangerous force lightning, infamous for it's agony. But here, it was a little more than a stun charge, just enough to loosen Pash's force grip and let him fall.
"See? I....I was right. I won. You want to kill me now, right? I did what I said; what I wanted-You, the pacifist, are about to kill me in cold blood. And who wanted that...?"
the loony grin was back.
"Me. You danced like a flute-tune, jedi. Thanks."
Hundreds of feet in metal boots pounded on the floor, and shadows of sith troopers in full battle gear danced on the walls. Calliga ignored his impending demise and snapped his fingers.
"Oh well. game over, then..."
There was a edge of frozen-over fury hiding in the playful tone.
A dozen blasters clicking their safeties of rang about the room like metal hailstorm.