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-A battered girl in torn robes stumbles into the sanctuary,looking around quickly.A lightsaber hangs at her side-

Can I join in?

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-The girl moved as one used to hiding as she stared down at the meditating Draconis.She knew she would have to be careful here,as the Sith below was clearly an expert warrior.If she were caught now,she would die. Her thoughts turned to the battle she had witnessed-one had seen her,had spoken to her.The fight had distracted them,and shed been able to creep away.From the shadows,she used the force to lift a pile of papers and place them silently behind the meditating Sith.There. It was done. The information in those papers had been obtained at great cost-the location of two hidden Sith temples forgotten long ago, and the intended position of a Jedi mission base.-

Tag:Dragonsith,Vassago

Rilwen_Shadowflame

 

IC: Count Dooku

"You did what you had to do. So did I. We'll do the same here. And then, should the need arise, I will kill you if I must."

Dooku nodded slightly. At least Vos was no longer inclined to kill him outright. The boy had a good grasp on necessity. He hadn't expected much more than this. In point of fact, it was a pleasant novelty to be around someone who laid the facts on the table so openly. The Count was determined, however, that the need would not in fact arise, and unpleasantness could be avoided.

The others left, but Yoda stayed behind. "Walk with me you will, Count?"

Count Dooku shrugged and followed Yoda out, slowing his steps to match those of the ancient Jedi Master. Naturally Yoda would want to speak to him. He couldn't help himself. He just had to give advice.

"Start with clean slate all of us on this ship do. Regrets all of us in life have. Thoughts of changing the future myself I had. Keep Jedi Skywalker from turning I must. Stop Sidious from taking control of Republic I must. Realized my folly I did, when the future beyond my death I learned."

His expression hardened in annoyance. Not more of this, surely? Accept the will of the Force, change nothing, do nothing. Oh yes, they'd started with clean slates, and the Jedi would prefer that nothing ever was written on those slates, no matter whether it was positive or negative action.

"Much good the Son and Daughter of Skywalker accomplished. Much good their descendants will accomplish. Much good from evil beginnings arose. Yet all possible knowledge to ensure good outcome from meddling I had? Prideful I was. Arrogant I was. Control all variables in life one cannot. Fallible beings we are, and fallible beings such as we conrol over such things cannot have. Must not have. Jedi answers do not have. Sith answers do not have."

Then why, a part of Dooku demanded to know, was Yoda a Jedi in the first place? His every action changed something, but somehow he wanted things to be different on this ship.

"Certain that sending proposed message will lead to effect wished for you are, hmmm? If focus on helping us get all people out of present situation you do, much more good will you accomplish."

"Of course I am not certain. But then, how do you know it won't do what it should? You don't know, any more than I do." Dooku sighed in frustration. "We must be here for a reason. None of us know why. Those Nebulans might even have been telling the truth, that we are copies. Master Yoda, I. Do. Not. Care. I am here, in whatever way it happens to be, and I will act according to what I believe. If I don't, then I am less myself than any copy could ever be."

Faint hints of malice crept into his aristocratic tones. "Besides, aren't you meddling already in trying to influence me? Or is the fact that my death has come and gone such a comfort to you? My fate is locked in stone, not to be changed, according the the doctrine you and Master Tholme have been using. Is that the only way you can change things? You want me to be the Jedi again, and fall into line once more. And at the same time you tell me nothing can be changed. What, then, is the point? Why should I pursue matters as you wish them, when it will all mean nothing at the end? I'll be dead, here or there, and it will be as though I never tried to be anything else, no matter what I do." He stared at Yoda, feeling that terrible emptiness of despair returning. If they were right, no matter what he did, it would mean nothing. Why would they not let him alone, then? If nothing could be changed, why did they keep seeking change from him? "Where is the point?" The question slipped from him once more, a hollow echo.

Tag: Yoda

DarkLordsDaughter

 

IC: Darth Helinith
Duelling Arena

Darth Helinith stood on the other side of the arena, and passively observed the Fallen as he walked in.
She carefully unclasped her cloak, folding it and kneeling to place it beside her.

As she turned her back, she unclasped her lightsaber and brought it to her face, glancing up and down the hilt for subtle damage as Vader had taught her. She could not afford for mistakes.
The lightsaber was a lighter version of her Father’s, perfectly suited to the Shien she practiced.
She carefully adjusted the focus, and calibrated the blade to stun.
Most modern lightsabers now had automatic fixings, but she preferred hers 'hands on'. It had seemed an annoyance when Vader had first taught her to do it, but she now knew more about the inner workings of her weapon than most other force sensitives, and the settings could be changed back with a thought through the force.
The blade had never failed her before, and she now knew it like an extra limb.

Satisfied, The Dark Lord's Daughter turned to face her tall opponent, briefly breathing in the smell of rubber from the grips which her Father had helped her place on the metal hilt so long ago.

The smell calmed her nerves and she carefully channelled her fear and hatred; feeling her senses become hyper aware- the force was with her.
Remembering the words of her Father, she activated her lightsaber and took up the Shien back handed attack stance, the glowing red blade acting as the trigger for her pent up emotion which could be contacted in the blink of an eye.

She half smiled, as the force relayed all sorts of information about the room and her opponent to her; the gleaming chrome handle of the blue bladed lightsaber made her own grubby, finger marked weapon look shabby, but secretly told her that the hilt had not as yet, been used for duelling. A slight advantage, over the many factors already against her that she had sensed, but an advantage none the less.

The Ataru attack stance took a moment to identify, and she thought about how to strategically go about defeating her opponent. Clearly, prolonging the fight would be the best way to overcome such an energy intensive form.
She breathed deeply, and considered whether to attack first, or to wait.

Patience, my child…

Kriffing memory of the Emperor.
She made up her mind and suddenly leapt forward towards her opponent, flicking her wrist around so the red blade came up in front of her face.

TAG: Dru-Kak