Kara's ankle gave out, making her curse. She fell heavily onto her knees as Kayma lunged forward, her head still ringing from Thorn's words. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself back up again. "At least I don't hide behind my smack-talk, loser!" She hissed at Thorn. "I'm having a hard time believing you're actually a Jedi!"
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 21, 2015 0:06:08 GMT
Thorn seized Kayma's sword wrist and bent it back sharply, empowered by the strength of Force valour. His stomach armour absorbed much of the force of her jab, and he twisted his lightsaber sideways to slash at her head. His knee crumpled under Kayma's kick, and he quickly regained his balance, shifting backwards with a noticeable limp. He targeted Kayma with a Force stun and directed his words to Werda. "Is it not the Jedi way to administer truth to the fallen?"
"I was taught the Jedi didn't focus on personal matters." Kara retorted. "Like your thing with people like us—with Mandalorians. What did we do? Make you lose your lightsaber as a youngling?" Her gauntlet-blade ready to spring at a moment's notice, Kara waited for Thorn's reaction.
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 21, 2015 0:13:47 GMT
Thorn's eyes narrowed to slits. "Since you are aware of my contempt for Mandalorians, I will surmise that Stormborn told you before his demise at your hands." At a slight angle, he jerked a large shard of rubble toward Kara's back and slashed at her throat with his lightsaber.
Smirking inwardly as the Jedi took the bait and went for hand-to-hand, Kayma deftly twisted her arm and hooked her elbow in the joint of Thorn's, then flexed and torqued it against his joint. She was practically hugging him at this point, and stayed in far enough to avoid the lightaber's reach. Then spinning on her heel, she shoved back and then slammed a devastating reverse kick at the same injured knee. As strong-willed and conscious as she was, the stun had no effect. "My father killed a lot of you filthy jetii hu'tuun who attacked our empire with this blade...how does it feel to stand up to the blood of your jetii friends!" She mocked.
Kara's hands instantly flew up to protect her face as the rubble knocked her forward towards Thorn's blade. The lightsaber skidded over her armor, and Kara tried to shove Thorn back with her elbow. "He mentioned it, but he never clarified. Care to help explain?"
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 21, 2015 0:46:15 GMT
"If Stormborn mentioned it, I am sure you wouldn't be able to resist pestering him for more information…about the Jedi Master who you believed was tempting you to do something evil and dark. Whereas truly the evil and darkness came from within you, as they come from within all Mandalorians." Thorn retained his grip on Kayma's wrist and solidified his arm, resisting her attempt to twist it. Her kick caught his knee. He gritted his teeth and launched himself into a forwards dive, driving Kayma's head and chest into the ground* with the Force and his own bulk, then slashed across Werda's thighs.
Kara leapt upwards, dodging the light saber swipe and launching a thin stream of electricity towards Thorn, avoiding Kayma as she struggled to keep an eye on both her and Draejan. "Did we steal your lunch credits?" She taunted when she landed, trying to ignore Thorn's words working their way into her head.
EDIT: ((Gah, only saw your post now, Dmitri. I'll wait until you edited... EDIT 2: Edited accordingly.))
Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Mar 21, 2015 1:23:13 GMT
Moving quickly and trying not to think about what he knew he had to do so he wouldn't change his mind, Draejan turned towards the battle. He hoped the girls would be okay, seeing as how they were well armored... Draejan pushed away all other thoughts, slamming his thumb down on his handheld detonator, exploding the freshly laid charge behind Thorn.
Kayma grunted as she was driven to the ground by Thorn's tackle and her amror skidded on the pavement. P-perfect... Her hand gripped by Thorn's was now free, and she flailed it behind her at his unprotected back. Then, a split-second later after pulling her thoughts together, she pulled her legs out from under him and tucked herself into a somersault to roll free...and she knew he wasn't standing back up with her.
Having been tracking Draejan with his mind, Thorn blasted out with the Force in a wide radius, not nearly strong enough to alter a person's balance, but clearing the immediate area of debris—and flipping the explosive charge towards Draejan. As the detonator exploded, Thorn ducked his head and pushed himself into a forwards leap over Kayma, twisting in the air, landing in a kneeling crouch in front of Squall. The back of his head stung, but his armour protected him from being scorched. He launched a Force push into Kayma and deflected Werda's electricity with his lightsaber. "No. Allow me to explain."
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 21, 2015 2:26:43 GMT
((Yes, I know, but I meant the arm holding the sword.)) ((Draejan would have had to move to set that explosive, and despite Thorn not being able to read people's thoughts, he can pick up vaguely on their intentions. But anyway, I'l edit my post so that it doesn't sound like he's tracking the explosive.))
Kazadan entertained a smile--the first real smile he'd worn since Kian's death. It wasn't a very humorous one, however. More like an acknowledgement of Cald's effort. "You're too young to go senile--I'm the only one here with the right to use that excuse." He lowered his voice so that Casa couldn't hear and followed from a slight distance. _______________
Dishonorable? Moriah mentally rolled her eyes. Good grief. Where did Nordan find this guy? "I don't see what's imprudent about strengthening our ranks, especially when the recruits in question have already received basic training and expressed interest in our ways. Furthermore, eliminating a Council Member will send a strong message to the Jedi. Far stronger than diplomatic rhetoric." She paused a moment, putting on a frown of apparent concern. "And anyway, what makes you think this mission is dishonorable?" ________________
"I think so." Essa glanced back to Javez. "There are hospitals on Mandalore, right?" ________________
Aza looked Mikilah square in the eyes and lied. "Nothing. Why d'you ask?"
Carpe diem! Member of the UG since October 4th, 2012
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 21, 2015 2:50:06 GMT
Thorn rose to his feet, showing no sign of pain, continuing to absorb the electricity with his lightsaber. He'd built it to fight Sith, besides hunting criminals, so there was no chance of the lightning overcharging it—at least not unless Werda pulled off some jaw-dropping feat. "Very well. I will explain. May the truth convict you. "The Mandalorians destroyed everything dear to me. My Master. My family. My homeworld. My Padawan." Thorn raised his empty hand and clenched it into a fist. "Kara. I would give anything, everything, to raze Mandalore and destroy everything on this demonic planet. But I am a Jedi. I cannot. I cannot betray my Order, nor can I betray my people—" His eyes fixed on Werda's, and he shook his head. "As you have. You have betrayed the Jedi. You have betrayed the Mandalorians. I can say nothing else but that you are dar'manda."
((Lylyss: I'll have to respond on my Monday. Sorry. I really need to go.))
Kayma, shoulders heaving slightly, calmed herself a bit and leveled her blade at Thorn. "You," she said slowly, deliberately, vehemently, "You're no Jedi. You're worth no better than Sith scum...sneaking, murdering, throwing your shabla magic around. You're going to die here, jetii, just like all the rest of you who defy us!"
Elius smirked. "Ah, what a picture. The maiden tending to her wounded knight. You faced the dragons, and now the evil wizard is waiting in his dark stronghold."
Samuel stood above Ver, took a deep breath, and glanced at Io'Nahsé. Solemn, the small Yhod nodded. The Force bond Samuel shared with Helm suddenly dissolved. But the knot in Samuel's chest remained…binding Samuel to Io'Nahsé, binding Io'Nahsé and Samuel to Ver. To think, know, fight as one.
Helm's fingers twitched, then slackened. The Umbaran opened his eyes and turned his arm to Ver to reveal the poisoned wounds. His eyes moved to Samuel, then Io'Nahsé… "My gift to you," he whispered. "I can do nothing more…save prove Elius wrong. Remember…that I chose for the Light." And he closed his eyes.
((I'm reeeeally hoping this is another situation like the Tarmys one . . . where he's dead but he's going to come back to life . . . but I have a feeling it's not.)) ((Also: because Ver is too distracted to say it: shut up, Elius. There's enough emotional pain going on right now without your sarcasm making it hurt more.))
Ver bowed her head, her stoic expression falling away for a moment to reveal sorrow. Part of her wanted to protest . . . wanted to beg this warrior to hold on, to not lay down his sword just yet. But the rest of her, the greater part, knew that such words were pointless. He was gone- gone for good. "Rest well, Helm Dragonhelm," she said, her voice so soft even she could barely hear it. "I'm sure you've earned it."
Ver's gaze fell to Helm's wounds, and the sight pierced her heart like a twisting dagger, reminding her of her last mission. Another great warrior, fallen- for what? For my inability to do my part? First Polla, now Helm- could she have prevented either of their deaths by doing more, reacting faster, being somehow better than she had been? Had these tragedies been, in some measure, her fault?
Yes, said the whisper in her head- whether it was Elius or the Dark side or both she wasn't sure. Yes, it was your fault. Greater warriors than you have fallen because you were not enough- Do you think you can succeed now that Helm is gone?
Ver took a deep breath. She didn't know the answer to that question, though she feared it was no. But she did know one thing: their sacrifice was more reason than ever to try. To give up would be to dishonor what they'd done. She pushed herself to her feet, pulling her lightsaber, which she'd dropped, back into her hand. Now that she was no longer so focused on Helm and her memories, she noticed something new- a strange feeling, an awareness of her companions that hadn't been there before. Was that the "gift" Helm had spoken of? No matter. Out of habit and to confirm her senses, she glanced at her companions, making sure that they were ready for a new attack on Elius.
Saddle up your steam bikes and put your goggles on- We've got a steampunk revolution!
(This is just one post before sleep. But now I will have those lines of dialogue going through my mind in Gravemind's voice. )
Jedi Knight Atim Kedess scrambled back on all fours as the huge, clanking footsteps followed him slowly, casually. The plank floor of the hallway creaked ominously under the immense weight of the walking tank in front of Atim, and he swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off the black eyeslitted helmet. "What are you..." Atim barely managed to whisper before he choked on his own voice. The massive warrior towered just four paces away from him, two-fisting a sword that fell barely short of both Atim's height and weight. In the moon's light, the finely sprayed blood of Atim's master glistened on the silver chestplate. "I....am the hand and instrument of judgment." The answer rumbled so deep, so dark, that it vibrated in Atim's chest like boulder dragged against boulder. "I am the decree....I am Decretus." With a flick of his foot, the titanic being kicked a wood-hilted lightsaber in Atim's direction. "Now get up and fight."
Vizios replied with harsh bluntness, "This is foolish, elementary. The Jedi would surely have securities in place against such an obvious move as assassination, although they wouldn't expect us to actually attempt such a thing. We are able to gather intelligence and exert our influence on the younglings...anything more is suicide and an embarrassment to our order."
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 24, 2015 5:24:13 GMT
“I’m still tired,” Cald said, his lips twitching upwards. “And I feel like a lot of my history was just erased. Blah, this must be senility.”
Casa glanced back at the voices. They were probably talking about him, probably still deciding whether they should trust him or not. He returned his gaze to the front and shrugged. They’d find out soon enough.
As the lightning supercharged his blue lightsaber, giving it an ocean-green glow, Thorn fixed his gaze on Kayma and raised three fingers. “Remove the plank from your eye before you see fit to cleanse the speck in mine. Sneaking. As is typical of bounty hunters such as yourself.” He lowered the first finger and nodded to the prone form of Squall, who lay behind him. “Murdering. Speaks for itself.” He lowered the second finger and glanced at Werda, still blocking her electrical surge. “Throwing magic around. If those are your only objection, go find a different profession.” His eyes flared green, literally glowing. He pointed his lightsaber at Werda. And the lightning received a mind of its own. With a surge of the Force, Thorn reversed Werda’s lightning, launching the entire overcharged glow at the Mandalorian in a single massive charge.
((@wookiee: With the surge, Thorn is attempting to scorch Kara and throw her back down the alley—he chose force over lethality, so it wouldn’t kill her.))
Elius sighed and rested his chin on his hand. “So the mentor is fallen, and the maiden, the apprentice, and the ally will now attempt to kill the dark wizard. I think I’ve heard stories like this before. Although this one will get a nice, unique ending, where the dark wizard wins.”
Samuel inhaled deeply through his nose and nodded in response to Ver’s glance. “I am ready, yes.” He jerked. “You didn’t say that…you thought it. Not even to me.” Io’Nahsé merely blinked, and raised his shoto. “You’ve forgotten someone, Elius.” Valene strode into the chamber, her lightsaber ignited. “The dark wizard’s relative.” Samuel stared at her. The tips of his lightsabers quivered. “What are you doing here?” Valene made an obvious attempt to smile. “If you’re going to die, Samuel Jyngar*, I’m going to die right alongside you.” She raised her blade. “He may be my father, but I lost my father a long time ago. Since he thinks so low of me, I will show him that an eagle of light is well capable of snuffing out the life of a dark rat.” Samuel took a deep breath and held it, keeping her gaze. “When we survive this, Valene Imarien, I would like to get to know you better.” She nodded, and truly smiled this time. “To that, I agree.” The young Imarien Protector turned to Ver and dipped her head. “Master Damere, may I join you? I have sufficient reason to wish this snake’s downfall.”
Kara let out a sudden shriek, the merciless pounding she had directed at Thorn now spreading through her system. She was flung back by the sheer weight of it, slamming into the wall and sending her twitching and smoking to the ground. Darkness danced around the edges of her vision as she tried to stay awake. "K-Kayma..."
Post by Jaran Dranthuil on Mar 24, 2015 16:14:26 GMT
Draejan, who had been slowly making his way forward with one hand on his weapon and the other at his side. He had been watching closely, and saw as Thorn absorbed the lightning and prepared to retaliate. "Dont do it..." he muttered inder his breath, but he knew it was hopeless. Just as Thorn blasted out at Kara, Draejan rolled the primed explosive he had been holding behind Thorn, which exploded just behind him as he was also (assumably)blocking Kayma's strike.
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