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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2010, 11:58 PM (668 Views) | |
| Feyrin | Feb 7 2010, 11:58 PM Post #1 |
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Seraphis Cherubane, the great genetic beast, maneuvered his long-ago-stolen star-cruiser around a planet very near him, as he had lost focus on what he was doing and forgot to navigate better, getting too close to the planet. Seraphis turned the cruiser and sped around the planet, soon coming clear and jumping back into hyperspace. His great stomach churned and twisted for only a split second and he felt a great jolt, leaning slightly forward in the metal bucket seat of his cruiser. Seraphis' blue eyes swiveled to look at the lever on his control panel, sliding it back with his mind and watching as it did as it was commanded. The star cruiser pulled up short, hovering far from the planet ahead of Seraphis. A planet exuding great evil. Seraphis looked down again and began tapping invisible buttons behind a blue-clad screen in his control panel, tiny lights appearing under his claws as they touched the panel. His ship turned in space, angling towards Korriban. Moments later the ship sped downward and a panel opened with a soft metal-sliding sound and the manual controls slid out. Plunging into the atmosphere, Seraphis grabbed the two-pronged handle in front of him and held tight, steering the ship directly towards the ground and pulling up soon. A cruiser entered the atmosphere miles from Seraphis' exit point, miles from his destination as well. Seraphis then turned his ship horizontal and flew westward, slowing soon to land in an open air hangar. He replaced the manual controls back to their original position and pressed a few buttons on the blue-screened panel and behind and under the pilot's chair, a door opened and slid down towards the ground to form a sloped platform, the hole flanked by two rows of three seats each for passengers. Standing, though he was bent to accommodate his large body in the ship, Seraphis' seat slid out to the right and Seraphis stepped backwards, turning to face the hole below his feet. The giant alien held his clawed hand out towards the left and a black cord with two silver-and-black chunks of metal flew towards him and wrapped around his waist, the two ends clasping into holsters in his golden armor. The azure creature was stepping off of his ship and he sensed something nearing him, something unpleasant while pleasant. Ignoring it for the moment but allowing it to stay in the corner of his conscious, Seraphis began a clomping trod towards his destination, a small metal bunker, used as an outpost for Republican soldiers of old. He had stored things in this place, Holocrons of study for himself. The visitor he had sensed before reached his mind again, alerting Seraphis to the fact that whatever or whoever it was wished to meet him. Seraphis wasn't very interested in meeting anyone, ever. So, obviously, he did not take a liking to someone in search of him. A ship flew overhead, close near to the dark orange-hued clouds in the sky, and Seraphis watched it, seeing a black form roll out of the side of the ship. Seraphis reached down and clasped his hands around each of his sabers, unwinding the cord from his waist quickly. He clod a foot down hard on the black dusty ground and sent himself sailing forward through the air, landing on top of the bunker ahead of him. He could only assume that this being wished to take from him what he had earned and he was not going to give away what he had learned and what he could learn. The form landed near Seraphis' ship, crouching to the ground in a heap of black robes. It stood slowly, turning to face Seraphis. Only one word escaped the black lips from under that black hood, saying, "Mine." The robes flew off behind him as the assailant drilled forward, a red bladed saber igniting at his right side. Quickly sending himself up at an angle towards Seraphis, the enemy slipped his saber upward at Seraphis' center. The azure creature lit his secondary saber and moved his left hand out to his right side, allowing the orange, licking blade to collide with the saber of his enemy. A small wad of white-hot liquid spewed from the saber along with the usual sparks, landing on the ground and seeping through the roof of the bunker. As some of the lava burned into his enemies arms, Seraphis rethought the place he chose to do battle, leaping up and forward, planting a big foot on the other Dark Jedi's head. Seraphis spun on the near-collapsing form and ignited his other saber, turning his orange saber off and slamming the new blade into the black-clad fighter's own, moving it aside to give Seraphis the time to leap forward again, landing again on the hard ground. He felt something he didn't notice before, moving quickly, and another saber reached his vision. Quickly parrying the accosting new force with his saber, Seraphis turned to face him and crushed downward, locking his blue saber with the enemies deep crimson weapon. Feeling the Qixoni crystal's power flow into his body, Seraphis pushed harder on his saber, pushing the one ahead of him to his knees. A giant golden foot came upward into the air and planted into the grounded enemy's chest. The new attacker was pushed onto his back and thrust his off-hand, palm outward, toward Seraphis' chest. Seraphis flew backward into the air and quickly regained his balance, a small translucent wave forming above his skin as he leveled out and ignited his orange saber again, turning the blue one off. Seraphis bent in the air slightly and slid the burning saber through the air in a wide horizontal arc, splashing a wave of scalding liquid onto the ground below him. The second Seraphis landed he began studying the lava on the ground in a semi-circle in front of him. He reached out and touched the lava and he prepared his next move, igniting his primary saber again and letting the other one turn off once again. The previously kicked assailant rushed Seraphis, leaping up over the lava on the ground. Seraphis smirked inside, though he was disappointed in his enemies foolishness. The lava wasn't there as a ground barrier. No. Of course it wasn't. A wave of Force slid across the ground in front of Seraphis' feet, stopping right at the small layer of gooey liquid on the ground. A wall of searing hot orange erupted into the air, ten foot tall, engulfing the approaching enemy in it's sticky death. The assaulting Dark Jedi landed on his side in silent agony, trying to scream but only filling his mouth with burning lava. Seraphis loosened his hold on the environment and let the dust settle and the lava rain down on the ground around where it was cloned and raised, leaving a large expanse of charred ground. Seraphis melded his mind into the lava only once more to cool it quickly, stepping forward to test it's spongy surface. He then opened his mind to search for his other adversary, which seemed now to be gone. Seraphis examined the experience, questioning, I cause fear... and the Taint of my existence is the bane to all those who wish to join the Sith. "These wanted to steal my knowledge and rebuke the New Order." Why did I stop them? |
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| Kalana | Feb 8 2010, 12:49 AM Post #2 |
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Osinia had found her way onto Korriban. The legend throughout the galaxy was that this was the planet of the Sith. The legends were right, scattered all along the planet was the presence of the Dark Lords of the Sith. There were temples and graves everywhere. It was quite obvious that no one had inhabited the planet for quite some time. Osinia continued searching the planet when she sensed a ship flying to a point on the planet. She mounted her 74-Z speeder bike and sped toward the ship. She stopped several meters away, she saw a ship land and a large blue alien wearing gold plated armor exit the ship. She sensed that he was a Force user. He was the Dark Side, but he was a strange one. It seemed that he was of two races. She couldn't tell from here but he seemed to be part Chiss. She sensed another ship close by and knew that the strange blue alien wasn't expecting this ship. Suddenly, the alien was locked in a battle with two different Dark Jedi's. She watched in amazement as he moved his body in a lithe manner fighting each valiantly. Then, he did something astonishing, he pulled out a orange lightsaber that formed lava. She watched as one of the Dark Jedi flew toward the alien and he made the lava encircle him in a 10 foot high wave. Her jaw dropped. This alien was a powerful one. The other Dark Jedi grew fearsome and attempted to flee in her direction. She drew her two lightsabers and easily decapitated him as he looked over his shoulder. She sheathed her weapons and began to walk slowly toward the alien, speaking loudly as not to have him attack her. "Alien, I am not going to harm you. I wish to speak with you. Please, I ask that you not attack and allow me to speak my mind." |
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| Feyrin | Feb 8 2010, 01:04 AM Post #3 |
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Seraphis stood straight and dis-ignited his sabers, wrapping the black cortosis-bound cord around his waist. He heard a warping and waving sound above and his eyes glanced that way, mind soon projecting to that direction. A well-hidden user of the Dark Side was there, approaching him and was now leaping off the ledge of the bunker. He could not delve into the thoughts of this one, and decided it would better him to listen to her, if she truly was strong. The dark voice seemed to be expanded and projected by the Force, reaching his nostrils rather easily. Seraphis sniffed and took in what she said, turning to face her and letting his giant arms rest at his sides, though in his mind he was setting aside a sector of his thoughts devoted to preparing a wide expanse of slightly condense Force behind him, ready to bring it to fruition quickly and fire an orb of Kinetite at whatever object he would need to. Sickly looking stringy lips opened, slowly splitting open to wrap into thick blue lips and present a beak-like mouth with tiny spike teeth lining the inner rim of the maw, and a long red tongue slithered around just before Seraphis channeled the Force into his throat and erupted a blood-curdling scream around the environment, leaving a small effect to allow for knowledge of his power and that he would not take any acts of violence against him. Seraphis closed his mouth and felt the lips seal shut again, making his face seem like one solid piece. Then, he expanded his mind again and pressured it towards Osinia, pushing thoughts outwards just like words. If you wanted to speak your mind you should have spoke it already. Do not request things of me without a blade pressed to my neck, for I will not listen. Seraphis meant what he said. He truly did not like those who he had not battled and been shown their strength to request of him not to fight. Regardless, he respected the power of this being and wished to know it's true extents without chance of losing his head, so he relaxed, but kept the Kinetite spread out behind him, ready to launch when need be. |
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| Kalana | Feb 8 2010, 01:22 AM Post #4 |
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Osinia smiled sinisterly, she could feel the alien building up a force attack behind his back. Foolish alien, do not think that you can hide that, I know. I was a Jedi Guardian before I turned to the Dark Side, so if it is a fight you want, I could defeat you. She continued to walk toward toward the large alien. She had her hands ready to deploy her lightsabers if he made the slightest wrong movement. Although you are not such an accomplished duelist as I, I must say that I am very impressed by your lightsabers, how did you happen upon them? Osinia continued to survey this gargantuan alien. She believed she was right when she thought that he was part Chiss. But why an alien would be cross-bred was beyond her, she was hoping that this alien would have some kind of information for her, she would hate to kill him without first having the chance to interrogate him. What is your name alien? I would hate to kill you without the courtesy of knowing your name. |
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| Feyrin | Feb 8 2010, 01:48 AM Post #5 |
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Seraphis frowned invisibly at Osinia's claim at being a better fighter. It was Seraphis' wish only to fight anyone who could win. As so, the massive creature did not allow for any monologuing any further. He had heard enough and opened his mind, freeing only the words Seraphis, the Taint to enter the link he had within the two minds. He stood completely still for a moment then moved again, waving his right hand around at his waist. The massive orb of Force condensed instantly and became a near translucent and slightly blue-glowing orb of power under his four-digited hands. At an azure flash of his eyes, Seraphis hurdled the ball of power at what appeared to be Osinia, but it veered to the right six feet in front of her, slamming into a giant rock behind her. The huge black stone exploded and spread out, soon stopped with another wave of Seraphis' eyes. The onyx fragments and the dust from the explosion were augmented and condensed to form a stronger stone within seconds, and while the dust from the explosion was spread out, cloned, and expanded to set across the battlefield, the large and sharp ebony stones careened towards Osinia's back. Seraphis brandished his weapons, whipping the cord form his waist again and igniting his secondary saber, thrusting his left hand straight up, the blade sending out only a few splotches of lava. The environment changed again, the lava launching the rock-dust into a frenzied wad of burning coals. Seraphis spread an opening in the cloud of fire, switching his lava-saber off and presenting the blue blade, the familiar soft humming of the Qixoni crystal roaring to life. He sailed through the opening he had, letting go of his saber with his right hand and slinging the corded weapon through the new cloud of flames at Osinia as he rushed past her, hoping to catch her off guard or push her into the rocks at least. After the wide arc of his attack, he slung the weapon back towards him and grabbed the hilt. The hole in the cloud behind him filled, leaving a small space about eight foot in either direction around him of clear air. Edited by Feyrin, Feb 8 2010, 01:49 AM.
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| Kalana | Feb 8 2010, 02:22 AM Post #6 |
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Osinia sensed a change in the alien's mood. So his name was Seraphis. Then, he did something she wasn't expecting, he sent his Kinetite orb her way. Luckily, he was far enough away that she could deflect it using her Force Push. It diverted 6 feet to the right and slammed into a giant onyx stone behind her. It exploded and a few shards of stone grazed her and stung her skin. Then, Seraphis began moving, drawing his weapons and tried to use the explosion of the stone as a cover of his attack. He rushed past her and it seemed that he was trying to catch her by surprise. He didn't realize that she was Miraluka and lacked eyes, instead she used the force to see. She knew exactly where he was and she drew her lightsabers and spun around using the dust to try to attack Seraphis from his right side. Instead of speaking aloud, she reached out with her mind. Fool, this attack did nothing. I am blessed with Force Sight, that attack barely grazed my skin. She ran forward and attempted so disarm him with a fast barrage attack. Osinia rushes toward Seraphis aiming her lightsabers to knock his out of his hand. She swings both lightsabers elegantly in a pattern that she has mastered. She attempts to distract him so that she can disable his lightsaber. She begins to use Force Push to make him lose his footing. She also attempts to turn off his lightsaber. He parries and defends well until finally she is able to shut off his lightsaber at which point she jumps in the air and knocks him down with her blades ignited at his neck.
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| Feyrin | Feb 8 2010, 02:41 AM Post #7 |
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Seraphis dropped the flaming sphere of dust the moment the two adversaries sabers collided, focusing entirely on the duel. He opened the sector of his mind he set aside for arts and fueled his body with the Qixoni crystal and Battlemind, feeling the Force flow through his veins. Fighting against the greater duelist was a difficult thing to do. For only a moment Seraphis had to focus his mind completely on defending against Osinia's wild blows and at that instant she wiggled between his mind-barrier and pulled the switch down on his saber, moving into the open air and slamming the giant to the ground. With little option and little time, Seraphis opened again the sector of his mind set aside to do what needed to be done through telepathy and sent an invisible bolt of energy upwards at Osinia from the tip of his right index-finger. He felt her body stiffen above him and quickly rushed upward, increasing his leap with the Force. Seraphis lifted the cord from the ground and wrapped it around Osinia's torso, leaving the sabers turned off. He grabbed her hands then, manually switching off her sabers with his dark claws and then stepped back, opening his stringy lips again and letting loose a giant roar enhanced by the Force. The ground ripped up in front of him as a wave of power erupted from his mouth in a cone that expanded in size in front of his mouth. Seraphis then flicked both his hands up and forward, thrusting tendrils of invisible power outward to grip Osinia's sailing form mid-air. She floated, the hold of his Force Stun now wearing off, with the cortosis cord of his weapon wrapped around her biceps and forearms, tightening them to her sides with a volatile power imbued with Seraphis' Force Grip. |
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| Kalana | Feb 8 2010, 03:23 AM Post #8 |
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Having her blades at Seraphis' neck she felt her body stiffen as if bound by the force and she flew backwards as Seraphis jumped to his feet. Seraphis bent down and lifted his cord from the ground, before she could even exhale he had it wrapped around her torso. He then grabbed her small, deft hand with his four digit monstrosities and manually turned off her lightsabers. He then let loose a giant roar that seemed to vibrate off of the planet itself. She watches as the ground began to quake and rip as his power erupted from his mouth. He moved both hands forward and Osinia felt tendrils wrap around her body as it flew through the air. The Force Stun began to wear off and she prepared herself to use Force Fear. The Force Grip was strong, but Osinia knew that if she could gather her energy she could distract Seraphis and break it. She closed her mind's eye and began to draw energy from within herself. She then pushed the Force Fear upon Seraphis. The Force Grip broke and Osinia re-lit her lightsabers and flew forward. She began attacking more ferociously until Seraphis was panting for breath. She then stepped back, setting up her defenses. "This fight is becoming bothersome. I don't wish to kill you, you are a formidable opponent. I would like to know if you have any information on the Jedi Council. If you do, I ask that you please help me avenge my lovers murder, if not, let us walk away now, for my grievance is not with you and I hate to waste such potential." |
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| Feyrin | Feb 8 2010, 03:40 AM Post #9 |
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Seraphis felt Osinia's power enter his mind. Within that instant he witnessed her blades removing his head from his body. The distraction gave Osinia time to break his grip and ignite her weapons, rushing again at Seraphis. Reacting as quickly as he possibly could and lifted a stone from the ground, throwing it in front of Osinia. She easily sliced through the barrier and pursued Seraphis, who was pulling the cord back to him through the air. The moment she reached him, he had his saber ignited and was about to grasp his secondary handle and started defending against her attacks. He could see her physical rushes lessening though he could not tell if she was holding back or getting tired. His mind was definitely tiring of pushing his body through the paces with Crucitorn. In the end, Osinia shoved Seraphis' giant form backward and quickly sputtered what she needed to say to end the battle. In agreement, Seraphis continued the conversation within another telepathic link, saying, "You are a quite effective fighter. I will accept your converse, but I know little of the Jedi Council. I was never allowed the chance to meet or study them when I was at the temple on Yavin. I don't think it would be a good idea for you to just leave though. We are both powers that would be rather effective working together. Leaving would leave you weak against the Jedi. We both have a battle with them, so what could it hurt to learn from each other?" |
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| Kalana | Feb 8 2010, 04:17 AM Post #10 |
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Osinia was disappointed that Seraphis didn't have any information on the the Jedi council. She deeply considered Seraphis' offer. "I hope you have a ship in working order. Mine is in need of major repairs. I am efficient in piloting, so, I think us working together would be a good idea. My name is Osinia, by the way, I am know as the One of a Thousand Whispers. I need to get some supplies from my ship, but I should be ready to go within the next half hour, I will meet you here, unless you wish to escort me. By the way, I killed that other vermin while he was trying to run away from you." Osinia began walking toward her speeder bike, unsure if Seraphis was following. |
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| Feyrin | Feb 8 2010, 05:49 AM Post #11 |
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Seraphis stared at Osinia as she turned her back to him, mounting her speeder-bike. He wondered just how someone that powerful could be so blind. He could easily kill her now as she raced quickly away on that bike. Jut a spire of stone under the bike, form a rock wall in front of her to crash into. So many possibilities. He could have stabbed her easily as she stepped away from him. She must have some kind of intuition within her or she's just plain reckless, which he doubted the latter. Regardless, Seraphis turned to face the bunker, ignoring the other. If she returned, she did. If she used that as a ploy to escape the battle, then she did. Seraphis clomped towards the door in the center of the large metal structure, wrapping his corded weapon again around his waist and ducking under the jutting doorway and into the inner workings of his objective. Seraphis searched around in the first room, opening containers and getting a few disgusting smells from anciently rotted food storage and poofs of dust in his face from half-sealed containers. After a few dozen empty or useless articles, Seraphis began to lose faith. He opened his demonic maw and let roar another giant scream, almost bringing the roof down atop him. After the room stopped shaking, Seraphis clomped over to another doorway, waving his clawed hand out in front of him and frowning out of sight as the door did not open. A remedy was found, of course, when Seraphis slammed his bull-like hoof into the door and sent one half of it flying into the room beyond. The other half of the sliding door slid open when the other had been kicked in, the ancient mechanics working still somehow. Or perhaps the door had some Midichlorians and a mind of its own and got scared. Either way the portal was now open for Seraphis to enter. The large azure-and-gold form started sorting through supply crates and at the bottom of one he found a part of the objective. A large tome of brown and gold-trimmed leather-like material. Seraphis tucked the book into an empty metal box and carried the box over to another table and set it down. He was in the center of the room and looked around now, witnessing its structure for the first time. He was standing in what appeared to be a conference room or perhaps a room for lunch or snacks between guard posts. Scouring the room, he saw at the far right end, on the side of the door he had kicked in, a bar with a glass air-tight and well sealed wall. He walked over to the machinery and waved his hand in front of it, smiling as the glass panels slid open. The Force. So useful. Seraphis proceeded to remove bottles of milky yellow from the cupboard and some icy blue mixtures. He smiled, wondering how long it had been since he found some liquor this old and of this quality. He stabbed a claw into one of the corks and pulled the stopper, tipping the small bottle up and letting the yellow burning liquid slide down his throat. Seraphis felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach and his eyes trembled a little. He dropped the bottle and let it crash to the floor, shattering and sending shivers of glass across the space. A swath of ten bottles in hand, Seraphis walked back to his box and placed the alcohol within his crate and proceeded into the back room of the bunker, finding a bedding area. Only one bed was his mission, being more lush than the rest. He searched the soldier bunks anyway, finding diaries of long-dead republican troopers. A dead body laid in one of the beds, and Seraphis left the stinky skeleton alone, moving on to the final part of his search. A metal cupboard beside the bed opened with a wave of Seraphis' hand and the objects of his desire were then within his grasp. Two small black boxes with gold edges rested on the shelves. The Holocron on the top shelf held a red eye on each face of the cube, and the one on the bottom shelf was bare except for a yellow and blue symbol unknown to Seraphis on it's top. He reached out with the Force and felt of the objects, feeling their auras as he could. The one with the blue-and-yellow symbol was locked there, and touching it or trying to remove it would not be a good idea for Seraphis. Feeling a simple and easiness around the other Holocron, Seraphis took the object into his clawed digits and turned to place it into his crate on top of the book he had found earlier. Seraphis traveled back into the mess hall and removed an old tattered cloth from the counter and came back to the untouchable Holocron, wrapping the cloth over it. A blue glow emanated from under the cloth and lit the room slightly through the shade of the towel and soon the glow was gone again. Seraphis grabbed the Holocron -towel still around it- and lifted it, squinting in fear. When nothing happened he wrapped the towel under the cube and around it again, making three layers of cloth between the object and his hands. He then placed it in the box right beside the other one, with the ten bottles of absinthe standing around the book in the bottom of the box. Seraphis then hefted the now-heavy box from the table and made his way to the door, stepping up into the mess hall, then into the guard-house then back out into the open air. Seraphis opened his mind and searched for any presences, and when he found none he proceeded to his ship, clomping up the ramp and trying his best not to slip on the metal slope. Behind the left passenger area, a large square hole opened up and Seraphis slid the crate into it. He pressed a faded green button beside the storage area and four arms came out inside of the space, one grabbing each corner of the box. Another arm came from the roof of the store-space with a thin, mending metal plate that slid over the top of he box and down into it, forming easily over the bottles, Holocrons, and book within the box and then hardening to form a seal that kept everything from rattling everywhere. Seraphis pressed another faded button, blue this time, and the door to the area shut with a click and sealed, a whooshing sound coming from under the door. Standing now at the foot of his ships loading ramp, Seraphis crossed his arms and smirked with unseen lips. I'll wait for an hour. If she has not returned I will leave. I'd hate to lose this opportunity for Enlightenment though. This could be the end of the Jedi and the Sith, with the proper steps. |
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| Kalana | Feb 8 2010, 06:13 AM Post #12 |
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Osinia sped away on her speeder-bike and sensed that Seraphis had other business to attend to. She felt his thoughts about assaulting her while her back was turned. It was true that he had not learned that she was of the Miraluka race and that she was blessed with Force Sight. She smiled thinking of it. As she neared her ship she began to think of all the things that she wanted to get from her ship. She dismounted her speeder-bike and walked toward her battered ship. It had been through some rough times and she was sad to admit to herself that it wouldn't make it on another voyage without major repairs. It had kept her safe through some pretty tough times over the last few years. She entered the ship and began to gather holocrons, clothing, food items, and remnants of her past; including her Jedi lightsaber and pictures of herself and her lover. She bound all of her belongings into a sack and put it on her back. She said one last goodbye to her ship and walked back toward her speeder-bike, her cloak billowing behind her, when she heard Seraphis howl as he had during their fight, she could sense that it was frustration and not danger. She climbed back onto her speeder-bike and began the journey back to Seraphis' ship. As she got closer she saw him standing at the mouth of the entrance, it appeared as if he was waiting on her. She dismounted her speeder-bike and grabbed her sack. She placed her sack onto Seraphis' ship and pushed her speeder-bike onboard. She finally sat down in one of the passengers seats behind the cockpit, ready for launch. It was finally time to seek vengeance on the Jedi Council for killing her lover.
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| Feyrin | Feb 9 2010, 01:52 AM Post #13 |
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Seraphis stepped aside and awaited Osinia's preparation, turning and stepping back up the ramp into his ship. He glanced at Osinia's hooded form from the corner of his eyes and then averted his eyes back to the control-board. Reaching down, he pressed his claws against a few buttons under the blue pad and the door opened to his right; his pilot's chair slid out of the small space soon and set into the slots for it in the floor, locking in just before Seraphis sat his large bum on it. He pressed a few more buttons the space to his right closed as simultaneously, the door behind the seat slid upward from the ground and sealed air-tight when it became level with the rest of the ship. The ship was dark at the moment, and Seraphis reached out and flicked a switch above his head, all the lights turning back on on the ship. Seraphis turned his torso for only a moment and looked at Osinia. He could feel her watching him but could not see her face and this out-rightly disturbed him. He turned again and looked out from the cockpit, spreading his mind behind him and establishing another link with Osinia. He spoke again through his mind, azure eyes glowing as the Force flowed through the air. "Do you have a problem with Tantooine? I don't want to be noticed." |
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| Kalana | Feb 9 2010, 02:25 AM Post #14 |
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Tantooine? Wow, it had been some time since she had been back to the desert planet. "I have no problem with Tantooine. It might be a good place to gather information." Osinia sat back and began to meditate ready for the long journey ahead. She bean to think of her former lover and this brought much anger and sadness. What right did the Jedi Council have stripping him from her? She continued to dwell on the sad thoughts of her lost loved one while she waited patiently for Seraphis to have them landed on Tantooine for a way to resupply themselves. |
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| Feyrin | Feb 9 2010, 02:51 AM Post #15 |
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Seraphis reached out and clapped his claws against the blue-glass plate, small cyan lights lit up under the control panel. The ship's landing gear lifted as a small waving sound uttered from beneath the cruiser. A small translucent wave of energy formed under it, stabilizing it in place. Seraphis tapped a few more buttons and the manual stick presented itself and Seraphis took hold of it with both hands, pulling down on it. The ship turned upwards into a vertical position, then he pressed a button with a finger and grasped the wheel again as the thrusters on the back of the ship lit up, sending a blast of orange flames into the ground and blasting the ship up into the sky. Within moments the ship had busted into the atmosphere and was burning hot through the pressure. The giant silver contraption pressed out of the orange-colored clouds and Seraphis began clapping his claws against the controls again. The ship leveled out and turned mid-space, pointing in sharp precision at a random spot within the stars. The piloting column slid back into it's spot under the controls and Seraphis tapped a button beside the sliding panels, sending the ship rattling forward at a steady pace. He reached up and pushed a thick two-pronged lever forward in it's slots and smirked under his solid-skinned face as the ship jumped into hyper-space, careening towards the position of his desire. He blinked his eyes a few times, considered the tiring wave of You need to sleep that overcame him and decided it would be better not to rest. He did not trust Osinia enough to sleep. Seraphis had fallen asleep on accident and jarred into consciousness when the ship started to slow on it's own. He pulled the lever back and the ship slowed again, a light ruddy brown planet under the ship's manifold. Seraphis pressed a button in front of him again and the manual flight handle slid back out. He piloted the ship down again and entered the atmosphere with little resistance from the soft dusty-clouded exterior of Tantooine. He pulled up after exiting the atmosphere and began to fly north-eastward, turning to awaken Osinia. He spoke again through the Force, saying, "Ochinya. We have reached Tantooine. We need to find a place to land out of view from the mainstream. Do you have anywhere special here?" |
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