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Post by Jarai Telo on Nov 9, 2008 0:00:12 GMT -7
"Dammit!" the tired hiss escaped her lips. She had to complete this puzzle quick. So far, the puzzles before this had proved to be harder and harder as they requested more and more Force attunement and use to complete them. Thinking and planning had to go into this one. The symbols that decorated the large blocks were not easy to decipher, and there were only more engraved initials on the wall. Giant, hollowed out squares were placed somewhere between each series of symbols. Jarai could only assume these were sentences. What language it was, Jarai hadn't the faintest idea.
She was exhausted and felt sick. Something was tainted the air, like a poison. Something drew at her reserves of strength. It stole everything from her. Her Force use was nearly spent. She had learned in the early beginning that something, somewhere, and somehow was going to be draining her very slowly. Whatever it was, it was killing Jarai as she had to call upon the very fabric of her being to summon enough strength to heave these giant blacks of stone into the air and place them into the correct places. This was no guess and check.
At least some of the symbols were familiar to Jarai. She had spent forever on that little holocron. She had spent forever studying for this personal mission. Several months, in fact. Jarai could wait no longer. She ahd to come here, to this tomb. She had to have Venta's holocron.
Muttering almost incoherently under her breath, her eyes - full of how weak she actually felt- gazed over the blocks and the symbols. Her stomach gave a sudden, violent lurch. Jarai found herself vomitting her stomachs contents, nausea settling deep into her being, nagging at the back of her mind and refused to be removed with a simple mind shove.
Jarai leaned heavily on the wall, fighting the dizziness that wanted to consume her. If she simply stopped fighting, whatever this disease was would seize her and she'd die. No, she had to push forward.
Her hand came forward, trembling as it did so, aiding in the use of her Force. She directed it to one block that was incoorectly place. The opposite hand grasp the other block. Grating noises filled the air and she hefted the stones from their current positions, floated them in the air, swapped them and shoved them back into places.
Clicking sounds. Jarai's eyes flicked to the massive door that stood between her and hopefully the final room, hopefully the room with the holocron. And slowly, but surely, the doors began to squeak as it enormous lock caved. Jarai shoved herself off the wall and forced herself to walk toward the door.
Why was she alone? Wodahs was on a mission, quite frankly, and he was the only other one she entrusted on this mission. Except for Mere. Jarai had left messages for both. She was beginning to realize she should've waited. Should she get the holocron, Jarai was unsure if she could get back out on her own.
A whisper slithered over her ear, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. As she glided into the pentagon shaped room, her eyes looked at the standing stone guards that sat along the perimeter. That same, scrawled, almost meaningless writing was along the walls. What she noticed was two distinctive guards stood tall on either side of a rectangular stone box, to which she recognized as a coffin.
Darth Semtri's coffin.
Her eyes fell hungrily on a skinny platform that was about chest high. There was her prize. The holocron she sought for. Jarai found a different strength and pushed herself forward in a staggering walk.
Every lock, every trap in this tomb had drained her. The tomb, she realized, thrive on Force power, sucking it, calling it, summoning it away from any container. It drew on activated power faster than when the power was not being used. There had been no way to get past anything without use of the Force.
Jarai was excited, to say that simply. So when she came to the holocron, she hadn't expected anything else to be guarding it. She was wrong,a nd paid for the wrong dearly.
She was shocked by something strong and overwhelming. It was sheer and agonizing, and sense of raw power she hadn't felt before. It tore a howl from her lungs, drove her to her knees the instant it hit her. Arm clasped over arm, she trembling as the shock receded, teeth gritting and refused the tears of pain to spring from her eyes.
"Child... you surprise me. I don't think anyone has come as far as you have. No one. And you came by yourself. I question you; how do you expect to get out? Surely you didn't think you'd survive getting my holocron on your own."
Jarai would've blacked out if she hadn't forced her eyes back open. Silently, she prayed Wodahs would be here quick. All the doors and traps were taken care of. All he needed to do was race past everything and he would find her.
Jarai placed her palms on the floor, grabbing for air to recycle through her lungs. Of course, she was inhaling some kind of poison.
"Oh? Maybe I was wrong. And you are not alone. Let us see how your friend feels about you when he arrives. I sense..." There was a sudden pause among the words. Jarai shifted her head to one side, seeing a shimmering blue boot. Her heart was caught in her throat. Ghost! "I sense... me."
((Just to let you know, the Force draining parasite of the tomb won't be a problem for Wodahs. Just because Venta's curious that way and would like to see him at complete strength.))
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Nov 9, 2008 0:48:47 GMT -7
BLACK BLADE, the sleek well designed ship ment for only speed, and agility. He cursed her for what seemed like the thousandth time. The impertanant, arrogant little prat. She was arrogant indead.Yes the girl had power, he wouldnt deny that..but damnit...she was still a prat. Black lightning traveled at .1 lightspeed, the fastest ship in the quadrent, it would take a Sith Talon class cruiser to catch him.
He came into orbit around Korriban,a nd his ion engines went online, he pushed the throttle all the way down..and sped at about 500meters per second. He flew through the upper than lower atmoshphere...damnit this was hard on his shields. He knew were the tomb was. He had visited it, but not entered it a few months ago. As he comes into the lowest atmoshphere, he flips a switch and his flight wings come out. As he flies over the tomb..he jumps out of the ship, having placed it on outo pilot to land 50ft from the entrance.
He surrounds himself with a pure wall of force energy, and when he hits the ground, using the force to cushion the landing, he creats a crator ten foot wide, six foot deep crator. He rises to his full height. His black robes flow around him in the breaze. He reaches over his shoulder and feel's the comfortable hilt of the eons old black blade on his back.
He sends his mind out, and he senses her...and somthing else. Jarai is weak..he canscarcly sense her. He burst into a run that would make a air speader look slow. He moves through the tomb, dodging, side stepping, and at some points running on the wall. He runs for a few brief minuts, passess the cube and comes into a room with a sarco***as, and on the floor on her knee's is Jarai.
He stop's, gazing at her through the slits in his mask. She felt so...weak....his thoughst as a sith told him to either die, or kill her, for only the strong survive. But somthind else told him somthing entirely different. He begins to walk to her, then stop's, and turns to the filmy blue outline of a woman. He gazed at the force spirit....oh....shit.
He turns to face her, and lets loose every once of his power. It would feel to one of physical form, whom could sense the force, as if a sunami had crashed upom them His body shimmer's , and he reaches up and slowly removes his mask, his eye's blazing a pure blue in color. He lets the mask drop to the floor, then reaches behind his back, and draws the sword. He is almost identical to Ichigo Kurisaki..the only difference is the golden sheen beneath the blue haze before his eye's.
"I am Darth Wodahs....Ichigo Skywalker....and spirit or not...I will not loose to the likes of you, Darth Semtri, also called, Venta Kurisaki....I am as Lightning...you have been warned."
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Post by Jarai Telo on Nov 9, 2008 1:19:56 GMT -7
Jarai's arms wobbled slightly in relief when she heard the hastening of footsteps come into the room. She managed, somehow, to keep her weight balanced. He was angry, as Jarai had expected him to be. She wasn't afraid though. She might just get an earful from him when they got out of here. She shot Wodahs a brief glance, one that was caught by Venta's careful, scrutinizing hollow gaze.
So there was a relationship of some kind between them. How useful.
"It's Vanscor, my dear. And put that sword away for you cut your hand of some over vital body part of your's off. Do you really think you could use something so silly against a ghost like me?" An eerie chuckle followed. A shiver crawled up Jarai's spine, feeling vulnerable to such a sound. "I don't mean you any harm. Both you and her have piqued an interest in me. I would like to learn a little from you, Darth Wodahs." Venta smiled toward Skywalker, her ghosted hands splayed in front of her as a sign of openness, trying to give off she didn't mean him harm.
"However, failure to do as I say or any funny business and this..." A hand waved at Jarai. That same agonizing rawness shifted through Jarai's unprotected state. It seized at her, clawing around at her insides. Inside, Jarai's being churned; on the outside, she froze. Only her mouth dropped open to release another tortured scream that came to an abrupt halt when Venta cut off the power's flow. Jarai's head dipped to her arm, a sob cracked through her throat, muffled into the sleeve of her cloak. Her hands trembled and she found it harder to hold her weight up. Why? Why was she at the mercy of some ghost? She mumbled a few words, lost in her tears. Wishing for it not to come, Jarai waited, expecting, for the next volley of pain.
"That will happen, dear child. Unless of course, you don't care about her. Then I can just kill her." Again, there was a silence except for Jarai's muffled crying. She couldn't help it, Venta knew. The pain of the power gathered in this tomb was much too great when released upon an individual. "But, if indeed there is something you need of her, I suppose I could keep her alive. On simply your calls, Wodahs. Now, again, put the sword away. I have merely questions to ask you, and they can go smoothly, or they can be interrupted. Shall we begin?"
By now, the ghost was pacing in slow circles around Skywalker. She had since Jarai's last, brief torture, leaving the sight clear for Jarai's pain to be displayed. He certainly was interesting.
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Nov 10, 2008 19:53:22 GMT -7
He look's over to Jarai as she begins to scream in pain, and turns hate filled eye's on Venta's ghost, but complies. He removes the scabbard from his back, and slides the sword into the sheith. He eye's the spirit in front of him. So this is Venta Vascor...his ultamite grandmother. She looked to be frail, but he had seen her holocron with Ichigo Kurisoki...and he knew in life, she could have destroyed him, and a score more sith with ease...what could she do as a force spirit.
He calmly slides the shiethed sword into his belt, and slowly walk's over to Jarai, and kneel's beside her--"Know, grandmother...if I could...I would destroy you for harming my Lady just now...I swore the ancient sword oath to her....but as you said..no funny buisness"--he tries to hide the feelings her had developed for Jarai, though he figured they were futile when compared to the ancient force spirit behind him. Suprising for a man of his reputation, he raies Jarai's chin gently with one hand..for all he knew they would both die here..so be it. He kisses her gently.
He turns cold eye's on Venta, that momentary kindness has sent his eye's back to there original sky blue, but as his eye's settle on Venta, the flash to the now normal gold.
"Ask you questions then, my ancestor"
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Post by Jarai Telo on Nov 10, 2008 20:56:48 GMT -7
There was little reassurance in Skywalker's presence suddenly beside her. Not with her senses heightened by the overwhelming power of Venta's ghost figure. Not when her mind was numb with pain that shouldn't even be tolerated. Why wasn't she fainted by now? It would be much better than to be torn apart by sobs, a weakness that shouldn't even be displayed by a Sith. That's exactly what was in Jarai's eyes when Wodahs lifted her chin to him: pain, and nothing other, no longer any recognition for him. Even his lips brought nothing else to her eyes.
"First of all, you will come back here..." The ghost gestured to the spot she was standing. Jarai was already wincing away from the ghost at the movement of her hand. Venta suppressed a grin. She liked the feeling of control here, and the weakness of the girl who had shown such strength at the beginning of her tests; her tests starting at the entrance of her tomb. Now to notice how much a simple hand gesture brought feelings of discomfort was only a little much. Well, Venta could just let the girl slip unconscious instead of keep her awake.
"And stand here. Away from the girl, so I can see what either of you are doing individually. No protesting now, and quick actions. Five four three... two," Venta counted off swiftly, ensuring the discipline was enforced.
"Just do as she says, Wodahs. She doesn't care about your oath. Just does as she says," Jarai voice said in a cracked whisper. "And don't do anything stupid."
"You can start by telling me about the sword. Did you forge it or... what? And I want to see it." There was almost childlike greediness coating her words.
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Nov 12, 2008 20:57:20 GMT -7
Wodahs rise from his kneeling position, and turns to face Venta , his face now a unreadable mask. His anger was supresed, as was any fear, wich he handn't felt in a very, very long time. He stare's Venta down..the gaze, aside from the eye color, was the same calm, serious, inreadable gaze of the man that had been her husband thousands of year's ago. They , by some twist of the force, had the same scar on the right of the face, running from temple on down the cheek.
"He doesnt even move to take a step to were she had indicated, but is there in the blink of an eye, his own variation on flash step...Shadow Step. He is in the precise spot she had indicated, that calm gaze falling upon her.
He made no move to show her his blade until he heard Jarai tell him too...he was uncertain how this spirit would react if she saw the reproduction of her lover's blade, but he had sworn a sword oath to Jarai, and as such, he complied.
"I forged this blade, it is nearly an exact duplicate of the one carried by Ichigo Kurisaki, some fourteen thousand years ago. The only difference, as I am sure you will notice is the color of the crystal, where as his was blue, mine is red"--He slowly draw's the blade, and holds it on the top of both his hands. Extended for Venta to see...he would not kneel as he had the last time he had held this sword in such a fashion, nor would he move it os the point was over his heart.
"Also, instead of the Jedi technic, I used the sith technic, when forging this blade, and as such mine is far heavier than your husband, my ancestor's sword"
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Post by Jarai Telo on Nov 12, 2008 22:02:33 GMT -7
Venta's right eye raised for a full moment when Wodahs gave a little shimmering step that brought him beside her. Her mouth was just forming 'one'. They melded together, the corners twitching on her ghosted face. He did, however, refuse to allow her to see the sword. That drew a scowl and a bit of anger from Venta. She was curious! He was interesting! And he was far too similar to her Ichigo in some areas. All she wanted was a little investigation! He treated this with anger. He wasn't taking into consideration how much attention she was willing to give him. And if he cooperated enough, she could very well be persuaded, on her own, to help him.
It was the girl. Her hand had raised to punish the already fragile system that still withheld stubbornly, with Venta's slight aid, in Jarai's body. She however, did not bring such an anvil on the girl's head when she spoke to Wodahs. The words were almost a plea but held too much pride to admit as one.
"You would do well to listen to her, Wodahs. Every breath of hers is already weaker than before. You truly want to create more agony for her?" Nothing but an old Sith trick. But in Wodahs' current state of mind, he wouldn't be able to tell.
That smile returned when he unsheathed his sword and spoke of its story. Venta reached forth, running a shimmering grayish-blue hand over the blade and roaming over the hilt of the sword. She gave only slight nods, recognizing some of the marks and the style of it. Her eyes lifted from the sword to his face. She was almost hypnotized at the similarity. It was like Ichigo turned dark side. Full dark side.
"Are you some kind of Ichigo Kurisaki fan boy?" The question was low and rhetorical. "And you seem to know quite a bit of Ichigo. I'd dare to say you have somehow collected his genes, besides your hair and eyes. His hair was always a flame, your's is a fine blond. His eyes were always to bluest I'd ever seen... but the dark side changes things. To have your an eerie gold is just normal when it comes to the dark side. Tell me, are you of Laniko's lineage? Or was it Rayn who took on a husband. Hm...."
Venta's ghost seemed genuinely puzzled. Her eyes were still fixated to Wodahs, one hand tracing the scar on his face for just a moment, recognizing the position. The other fingers tapped on her lower lip.
"Little girl?"
"Yes... milady?" Jarai forced herself to respond to the ghost.
"How's the poison working for you?" She sounded so casual. She was rewarded with a low groan from the girl.
"Just fine... milady."
Venta suppressed a small grin. Just a little more motivation for Wodahs, in case he decided to be hesitant again. Oh no, Jarai was dying, committing herself to an almost certain death when she had first entered the tomb. If the young man before her held anything for the girl, he would be hasty to finish her questions.
And if he would just give her answers...
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Nov 12, 2008 22:31:21 GMT -7
Wodahs couldnt help but grin--"both....there lines met centuries later, and resulted in the birth of a female child named , Shmi Skywalker...I know not were she was born, or how she came to be a slave on tatooine, but there she concieved a son, a virgin conception, impregnated by the midiclorions witch give us the abilty to acces the force. Anikin had a higher midiclorian cound than you or kursaki combined....Anikin secretly married a senetoer from Naboo, Padme' Amdala...he was a Jedi...then became one of the most powerdful sith to exist at that point, Darth Vader...Padme died in child birth, twins, luke and Lieah...I come from Luke's line, the most powerful of the two"
He glances at Jarai, and once again his eye's fade from gold and back to blue, a very bright blue, as an un-poluted sky. His head is turned just enough that Venta cannot see the change, for they are golden when he looks at her again.
Have done with this, so I can get her out of here...I may be sith, but I have alway's bored easily at thse game's af jarkai"-he sighs--"as to the fan boy question...I would have to sya yes, I find his style, and abilites intruiging...I studied for years before I knew of either of you...but out of curiosity I ran a dna test, and both your and his names cam eup, I pulled up the files, and liked what I had read...I went to the Jedi temple, and stole the holocron you and he made togther, and studied almost exclusivly from his teachings, but I have managed to creat a small force storm on a couple of occasions..I must say, I prefer to feel my sword cleaving through flesh and bone than killing with the force"
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Post by Darth Mere on Nov 13, 2008 15:20:42 GMT -7
Darth Mere had arrived on Korriban much earlier than the others. Unlike them, however, he had resisted the urge to run straight to the tomb. He rented a room, ate a dinner, and then bought a speeder to get himself over to the tomb. As he sped through the large, desolate desert, the scorching heat blazing him underneath his dark robes, he saw a black ship ignite through the atmospheres. It wasn't much further from him, and it was surely Wodahs, for even before he had entered the atmosphere, Mere had sensed his presence. He also sensed his urgency, and the presence of Jarai. She had jumped the gun.
The wind caused his robes to flap behind him, and whipped against his face, but he ignored it. Soon the tomb was visible in the distance, and he changed directions slightly. He whizzed passed The Black Blade, which from this close distance he now recognized from chatter and rumor. He'd never thought he would see the ship in true. With a grin, he noticed that Wodahs had dashed gallantly in after Jarai. Wodahs was already gone, having been faster than the speeder itself. He stopped the speed right in front of the tomb, and turned it around for a quick get-away, if need be.
The large, front door was already opened, and he could feel the dark power inside, beckoning for him to come inside. A part of him wanted to listen to what the power said, simply wanted to race in and bow down to its source, wanted to make it feel warm and fuzzy towards him. The other parts of him instantly lashed out at such thoughts with such vehemence that he himself could hardly believe.
He stepped calmly into the tomb, and instantly felt the effect of weakness. He could tell that it would drain the life out of him...Slowly. He could also tell that traveling inside of this tomb was no easy task, nor something to take lightly. He wanted to get this done with as fast as possible. But he didn't run, he walked briskly, alertly, and coolly down the halls of the tomb. Room after room he passed, yet, it seemed like he could travel for millenia. With a grunt of acknowledgement to the power and precautions put into this tomb, he drew his lightsaber. The others were near, and he could sense distress.
The red light erupting from his weapon was a stark contrast to the mostly black robes he wore, and in the vague light of the rooms it made him glow blood red. He looked like anything but Mere. He swept his hair out of his left eye, and allowed his strange mecahnical sided face to be seen, closed his right eye, and turned on a mixture of heat and night vision. He could see in the room perfectly, and as he entered the room where the others were, a smile came across his face.
Jarai was on her knee's, sobs choking her throat, and Wodahs was standing next to her, with a strange blue phenom standing a few yards across, shimmering with a grin of her own. He stared at Jarai, amusement running up and down his veins. So, the great Jarai, apprentice to the apprentice of the strongest Sith, brought down to her knees by sheer will of her enemy, and forced into a sobbing, painful, pathetic state. And then Wodahs, standing over her like a knight in shining armor, it was really quite typical, and the prospect of this love made the bile rise in his throat. He turned his full attention to the spirit.
He assumed this was Venta Vanscor. He didn't say anything, but merely stared and marveled at such power. This was someone he would love to fight. And a tough bout it would be, he guessed by the power coursing through her and this tomb, along with the physical evidence of Jarai on her knees. Darth Mere didn't say anything. If they were stupid enough not to have known of his presence the moment he arrived at the tomb entrance, they would surely have known he was here now. Especially the phantom. He simply yawned, and then sat down cross legged near the entrance of the door. Venta didn't adress him, Wodahs was in the middle of answering a few questions.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Nov 15, 2008 23:13:22 GMT -7
"Well, you apparently aren't much of a Sith, Venta said, disgust a growing creeping in her tone. "If you were Sith, you would realize I do not use Jar'Kai, not ever in my life if you KNEW me AT ALL, but it is Dun Moch! You have failed!"
Jarai, who had flinched from the rising anger of the Force ghost, was suddenly giving another cracked cry of pain. She choked on her scream, turning into a brief coughing fit of no more than three and gasped when the punishment was over. By this time, she had curled like a dying bug and fallen to her side. Her trembles were more visible than before, hands shaking terribly as she covered her head. For a moment she glared accusingly at Wodahs but the gaze had nothing behind it. The energy of accusation died as quickly as it had flared, no kindling to flame it.
Venta, however, looked too damn smug for her own good. Her head rotated some, glancing away from her pained victim and watching Wodahs as he turned his gaze on Jarai. A few seconds past and his eyes came back to the ghosted figure. Inwardly, as far inward a ghost could go, she felt proud to find such hatred in them.
"It's good to know someone appreciates my husband and his abilities. I know I certainly did. Probably in more ways than you would know of." Venta smoothed our the robes she had on her ghostly body, eyes rolling to the right as she accessed memories she still held possession over. "And the interest an..."
She stopped abruptly. In the shelter of her arms, Jarai smiled to herself, knowing the presence that had arrived. She'd almost forgotten. Where had he been? What the hell had he been doing when she was being poisoned, weakened, hacked and fried?
"Is this another one of your friends, girl?" hissed Venta. "You, fool in my doorway... ... Fool SITTING in my doorway..."
"His name's Mere, not 'fool'," Jarai said from her position. "And don't say anything about the hair-do. He's sensitive toward it." Weakly, a tiny grin passed her face.
"He's sitting down in my doorway, in my tomb, like he's on vacation to a beach on Naboo! And I think it's time you went to sleep, child! Learn a lesson while you're at it!" Jarai had managed to prop herself somewhat on her elbow, fell back quickly. Her eyelids covered her dilated pupils quickly and movement at all depleted from her body except the almost subtle rising and falling of her chest as she breathed. Jarai was unconscious not that Venta no longer held her awake.
Venta's attention was now on Mere after commanding Wodahs to stay where he was, his intentions strong to go by Jarai. Ah, feelings were a devine thing to torment with. "You, get up off the floor! Are you truly that lazy? Over here, by this idiot who kept causing that girl pain!" She gestured wildly to a spot before her. "Enough games and chitchat. I know what you're after and you won't get it without my say so. Answer rightfully and I'll even let you take that girl out of my tomb. What the frack has happened to the Sith? What are your intentions or plots or merely plans?"
Venta was just too confused on why there Sith weren't pecking on one another. Venta knew that if she was in another mistress's tomb, she would be killing everyone who was already in that tomb to claim the prize. Why Mere was just sitting there had her confused.
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Nov 16, 2008 0:29:22 GMT -7
Wodahs growls inwardly..he was so mixed up inside at the moment, that he had gotten somthing so simple wrong...Jar-Kai..that was a light-saber style...Damnit...he had caused Jarai pain..somthing he had never intended to do. Never!. He looked to the side as Mere enter's and sits down. The fool..arroagnt fool..at that. Sitting there like is was sunday brunch.
He is already starting to move to Jarai's side when Venta tell's him to stay were he is..he freezes and sends Venta's ghost another hate filled glare....
"we are a order, as the Jedi now..and we are allies with them...exceot for those of us that strive for the old way's...as such we formed an alliance..to bring down this so called sith order..we call ourselves, Evolve..after we have succeded.we will all go our seperate way's, and re-establish the rule of two..as we were ment to be..solitary, except to train an aprentice, and no longer the attack dogs of the Republic."
He set's the tip of his sword into the ground and leans upon it, eyeing Jarai out of the corner of his eye, though never once deverting to much attention from Venta--"and possibly, bring the downfall of the Republic, and re-establish the Empire...one of us atleast...the other's will have to die ofcourse"
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Post by Darth Mere on Nov 16, 2008 17:07:13 GMT -7
"Well, you apparently aren't much of a Sith, Venta said, disgust a growing creeping in her tone. "If you were Sith, you would realize I do not use Jar'Kai, not ever in my life if you KNEW me AT ALL, but it is Dun Moch! You have failed!"
Darth Mere smiled inwardly as Wodahs was being insulted. He knew that he could be a petty person, but he was being quite petty toward his two 'allied' Sith. He enjoyed their suffering, and knew they enjoyed his. However, this ghost was swiftly getting on his nerves, flaunting her power. Smiling as she brought one to their knees. Venta was certainly an arrogant little pupil. In death at least, where she was herself, never having to pretend to be someone else, someone weaker.
"Is this another one of your friends, girl?" hissed Venta. "You, fool in my doorway... ... Fool SITTING in my doorway..."
Mere almost yawned again. Angering the spirit was very fun. He liked to see the red faces of others, their frustration and attitude. Emotions were fun to play with, but he also proved his superiority with them. If you can remain calm in the heat of battle, find your center, then you are definitely the stronger person.
"His name's Mere, not 'fool'," Jarai said from her position. "And don't say anything about the hair-do. He's sensitive toward it." Weakly, a tiny grin passed her face.
Mere watched Jarai, this time a different smile was on his face. He wasn't laughing at her now, but with her. Jarai's confidence had grown, and with that, his had too.
"He's sitting down in my doorway, in my tomb, like he's on vacation to a beach on Naboo! And I think it's time you went to sleep, child! Learn a lesson while you're at it!"
Darth Mere looked at her now, his face still reserved and calm.
"we are a order, as the Jedi now..and we are allies with them...exceot for those of us that strive for the old way's...as such we formed an alliance..to bring down this so called sith order..we call ourselves, Evolve..after we have succeded.we will all go our seperate way's, and re-establish the rule of two..as we were ment to be..solitary, except to train an aprentice, and no longer the attack dogs of the Republic." Wodahs moved to set his sword in the ground and lean on it--"and possibly, bring the downfall of the Republic, and re-establish the Empire...one of us atleast...the other's will have to die ofcourse"
Now Darth Mere stood up and intervened. "Funny we call ourselves evolve, since we're actually going backward through the generations." He stroked his chin in mock thought, and then strode forth toward the spector, slinking in like a cat on its prey, but stopped after a few steps, and then took a step to the left, it was a very practiced step, and in it he flicked his left hand underneath his robe while Venta could not see.
"The Sith are forced under the command of one powerful Sith." He mused, "I would have killed them all years ago...But while fighting other force users is a great test of my abilities..." He continued forward, circling around Wodahs, and moving ever closer to Jarai, "I do not think that my abilities are great enough to battle every single Sith in the temple...And then, of course, the Jedi would also interfere, fighting the majority of both factions at the same time is obviously not very healthy."
He stopped and said, "Conversely, the Sith have become the followers of the Galactic Alliance now. It is quite sickening, since we should be the leaders of our own empires...But while we work for them, we don't exactly work with the Jedi. Its more of a...Agreement not to attack each other, and both of our establishments work toward the same peace."
Finally, he stopped, now he stood in the exact middle of Jarai and Wodahs. "I do of course," He murmured, "Think that its pretty dumb. But, there should be something to...Shake up the field in a little bit." He said this, thinking back to Rc-83, the strange robot that he had done very little favors for in his own personal plan to dismantle the rebublic.. Him and his federation.
He suddenly lifted his left hand, and a small orb of Grey Matter appeared in his hands. A grin spread across his face, "Do you know what this is Venta? No, of course you don't. Its a force power that I discovered, that I alone hold the key to. I call it Grey matter, and its quite destructive in its raw form...That is, the form of pure darkside energy."
While he held up the ball of Gray Matter, which he had created using the power of the force and the will of his mind, he also sent his mind plunging into Jarai's, speaking into her unconscous mind. Speaking orders. 'Jarai, I'm giving you some of my energy, use it to wake yourself when I say so. until then, you shall remain unconscious. I'm sure we could use this element of surprise against Venta, she would never think of Sith working together in such a way. Her thoughts probably can't even comprehend what we are telling her of Sith working together.'
At the same time, he sent a similar message to Wodahs, mentally telling him of what he was doing for Jarai.
'Wodahs, do you want to play puppet on a string with Venta all day?' He asked mentally. He figured that Venta would already know that he had sent messages. There was also the possibility that she had also heard him, so he threw in, 'Not, of course, that I think we should attack her. But I do think we need to play a bit of offense in our own Sith ways.'
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Post by Jarai Telo on Nov 19, 2008 19:33:35 GMT -7
Venta image just shimmered as the ghost stood there in silence, one eyebrow arched at the three before her. Well, two before her and one prone on the ground. She watched Mere, staring at him as if his soul could belong to her any time she wished. The fact that he stood between Wodahs and Jarai was no offense to her. She saw nothing wrong with it, when she did notice the fact.
Venta’s interest on Wodahs had waned. Her focus was now on Mere. Her blue hued head only tipped to the side when he showed her what he called Grey Matter. It was something she had no knowledge of, yes, Mere was correct in that. What she didn’t understand was why the hell he would show her such a different, solid form of the dark side.
And she sure as frack didn’t understand what they were saying with the Jedi and the Sith.. cooperating with each other? It was too questionable. What she found absolutely horrifying was the relationship between these Sith. They were working together. Why don’t they just make a law for them all to hold hands and never let go? Like lining school children! And school children were frail. Did the overlord of this Sith faction not understand that makes the Sith frail to share power?
Her enraged emotion towards this cooled a little, hearing of this group that planned to turn things around. That was a general statement made. But at least someone had the right idea.
“But… What are you doing? Working together to destroy something? Why would you… Or, no wait. Without other Sith, you can never fight your way to the top,” Venta mused, more to herself. One fisted hand braced an elbow as the tip of her fingers tapped silently on her jaw-line. “Nevermind. So you plan to destroy this current Sith. I assume you’re a very large group. Who is the smart one who I assume leads you.”
There was a rift in the Force she sensed from Mere. Her frown became more obvious as her almost hollow eyes darted at the man. Too bad she decided to sign off the Force draining abilities of this temple. She could’ve had another like the girl, burning with exhaustion.
And since the girl had fallen unconscious, Venta seemed strangely calmer. Well, and that with Mere speaking.
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Things were going horribly wrong. That was the only thing Jarai’s mind could comprehend. Something was wrong. And they were in a definite rush to keep falling south. She could feel things, sense things, breathe, and see what was going on behind closed eyelids. Things she knew weren’t happening to her, but had happened sometime, or were going to happen.
It was mayhem. And what had her so confused was where they had come from. Such emotions tearing painfully quickly through her head, every image, made Jarai’s mental state cringe. Terror, outrage… it was such a long list of every emotion any Sith would use to their advantage, would use them to gain the upper hand.
And so when Mere’s message pierced her mind, she shied off, expecting it to be another wave of experience. But, realizing who it was, she forced herself to focus. He still sounded too far off, his words far more hazy and echoing than they should have been to a normal mind message. In the end, his voice was swallowed in the surging movement of voices and images she saw. Jarai, however, had a general idea of what he had told her.
Cringing from the havoc, she forced herself into a long wait.
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Post by Darth Mere on Nov 19, 2008 20:11:04 GMT -7
( I thought she'd be a little curious as to the new force power. You know, she seems like tha knowledge craver to me. )
"Its not about getting to the top, Venta." Mere chuckled. He smiled and lightly pushed his fist into his palm, "Its about crushing the entire pile. When all is done, there will be only one Sith. Maybe two. And our leader, and all non-evolve, shall get no burial. They shall get no second thoughts, and they will die with no honor."
He took a few steps back, then said, "The leader of this, 'Evolve' is lying on the floor to my right." This time he looked at her pathetic body, lying prone on the ground, "And this was one of her few, non-evolve agenda's." He stroked his chin and said, "Pity it had to end up like this. Then again, she was impatient, charged in. As many Sith would say, got what she deserved."
Mere yawned lightly again, and turned away from her, his mechanical eye, had, bye now noticed something off by the sepulcher. He turned his vision to the strange ability to see the physical remnants of force power, it was through this which he created Gray Matter, one of the rare secrets he had discovered through his eye. There were masses of dark energy pulsing all around him, and he could see a particular wave swirling around the tomb itself. A sudden thought came to him, "Interesting..." He mused.
Quickly he snapped out of it and stared at Venta again. It took quite a bit of focus for him to do though. "Is that the holocron over there?" He asked, pointing to the sarcophogus, and a small square of green lying on the stone.
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Darth Wodahs
Padawan/ Apprentice
You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Nov 19, 2008 21:28:44 GMT -7
Wodahs was content to remain silent. He was a newer member to Evolve, and he was more Jarai's personal body guard than anything else..for now atleast. As Venta's attention was drawn toward Mere, Wodahs slowly inched his way over to Jarai. He sends a gentl prbing thought toward her, trying to determine wether or not she is alive. He supresses a sigh of relief.
'There is no way to attack her...we would need to be Jedi for that...but yes...a bit of offense seems to be in order'
"We are not so large as we would like to be, but then agaim..the fewer members we have the better, I have already had to kill several that couldn't keep there mouth's shut"--To infasize his point he holds up the black katana in his hand.--"And this trip of Jarai's is ment to allow her to gain the necisary power to take on, Viet..the leader of the Sith Order..as I search for Kurisaki's tomb and his holocron so I might be able to do the same"
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