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Post by Gamov on Oct 2, 2009 15:04:40 GMT -5
OOC: My fault there, Zil. I didn't know that I needed to let you decide whether or not your clone got destroyed. Since it was really just an illusion, I didn't think much of it. The idea that it could be treated as a corporeal thing that can resist the Force never occurred to me. I'm still sorta learning about how to interact with these Kumori Arts. I get their premise, but I'm not wise to their exact application. Not yet at least. lol
BIC:
As the form of the clone vanished before Cain's eyes, the saber remained startlingly real, suddenly moving from its static position and propelling along a direct course for him, seemingly by itself.
Cain's eyes flashed with anger and he grit his teeth as he focused on the charging saber. These Kumori parlor tricks, though amounting to mere illusions and slights of hand, were slowly beginning to gnaw at his nerves. The constant attempts by the man to make him doubt his own instincts and feelings were loathsome at worst and irritating at their least.
Formulating a reaction to the saber in an instant, Cain reached out through the Force and attempted to grasp the saber in mid air, stopping it cold in its path. However, as he did so, another form appeared, a form of the man materializing out of nowhere to grasp the hilt of the weapon and plunge it forward with his own strength. Though stunned by this tactic, Cain did not falter, hiding his trepidations with great skill while maintaining his outward expression of disdain.
The sudden re-emergence of the man from the shadows forced Cain to re-evaluate his attack and improvise, shifting his focus from offense to defense instead. Channeling the Force through himself with ease, he used the close proximity of his opponent to convert his former attack into a defensive counter measure, using what power he had gathered to build a sizable deal of tension between them in the Force, funneling a bit more energy into his efforts before ultimately unleashing it.
The result of the release was a brief, yet powerful wave of kinetic energy that exploded in a concentrated fashion towards his adversary. Utilizing the force generated by the telekinetic energy as it made contact with its target, Cain retreated in unison with his counter measure, leaping backwards away from the encounter, hoping that his efforts would slow his enemy and afford him the distance and time he needed to re-focus and reset himself for a counter-strike.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Oct 2, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
A telekinetic blast was set to send him backwards however he was already prepared for a tactic such as this. Cain seemed to more and more avoid physical attacks which Zilfer now assumed from observing his opponent was his main weakness. Using his own telekinesis he almost absolutely negated the telekinesis against himself with his own force power. A light wind ruffled his cloths, and Cain himself pushed himself back at a distance predictably.
"If you keep this up, you'll be fighting your own shadows all day." said Zilfer a smirk appearing across the bottom of his face. All that was revealed from how he currently wore his robe. Zilfer flipped his single hilt silver lightsaber around in a twirl almost perfectly mimicking Revan's last stand against the Jedi before Malak's betrayal. One of his hands left his saber hilt however going into his robes and soon emerged just as quickly.
Three black star like objects(Shuriken if you will) came flying out at Cain. They however seemed to be poorly aimed almost immediately from the initial flight path that it would miss Cain completely. As it would pass by Cain however they would all form into the images of Zilfer's upper body slashing with a Kumori blade Katana at the sides of Cain. They had not feet and almost as instantly as they had appeared they disappeared back to normal shuriken and disappeared into the darkness. Zilfer himself during this had lifted his hand and unleashed a torrent of Force lightning from his hand. He wasn't going to let up on his assault. A Sith out of his element is just what Zilfer wanted. A Sith wasn't based on defense but rather attack.
"Tell me... My Lord. What do you see when you stare into the full moon?" asked Zilfer mysteriously as his continued his assault. If anything he was confident of his skills.
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Post by Elifain on Oct 2, 2009 17:56:24 GMT -5
Raiken smirked as ezekiel turned away from him. You may want to pay more attention to your current.... problems... I am not done with you yet... Raiken said, as he charged, his sabers behind him, in a shoulder rush. The money he could rake in due to the force users around here made him a little anxious, but he wouldn't let that blind him. As he was about to hit Ezekiel, Raiken called upon the powers of the kumori shadow arts, and dropped into the void, but leaving a shadow clone in his place, that would not be easily noticed as a fake. The clone kept charging, slashing its blades to ezekiel from either side.
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Post by Darth Hades on Oct 3, 2009 17:41:18 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah Zil I messed that posts big time, wasn't thinking straight. I'll pay better attention. Sorry everyone.
Ezekiel heard Raiken run up to him. As he was about to attack him, Ezekiel turned around quickly and created a force push to slow Raiken down. He ignited his red lightsaber and block his attack. He jerked his lightsaber left and attack Raiken. "Hmph, someone is self centered. And you're not a problem, you're a pest."
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Post by Elifain on Oct 3, 2009 17:47:40 GMT -5
The raiken clone moved to the side, away from Ezekiels slash, and retaliated, with his second saber, coming in high, to the shoulder, while the other came from low at about the waste, both aimed to clash if it entered raikens body. Theres a difference between self centered and confident.
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Post by Darth Hades on Oct 3, 2009 17:57:28 GMT -5
Ezekiel first blocked the one that came low. He his blade locked with it, he moved their lightsabers to Raiken's high attack, clashing the lightsabers together. Again putting strain on his left arm. With his right arm used the force to push Raiken away from him, moving Raiken a few feet.
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Post by Gamov on Oct 3, 2009 21:03:50 GMT -5
Landing firmly on his feet at a much more reasonable distance from his foe, Cain re-focused himself on the man. Much to his great surprise, however, his defensive maneuver had done little to slow him. He re-directed a great deal of the wave around himself, negating it with precision, almost as if he had predicted it from the beginning. It was becoming blatantly obvious to Cain that no matter what he attempted, this man was capable of thinking two steps ahead of him, knowing what he was going to do almost before he himself did. If he had any hopes of defeating this man, he had to change his tactics and think with an unorthodox mind. Not something he was typically devoted to doing, but even an improvised plan has a level of strategy and forethought behind it.
The man re-positioned himself, flashing an impressive lightsaber display with his hands before he deftly reached beneath his cloak with his free hand, only for it to emerge seconds later, tossing a series of three poorly aimed, black star shaped blades towards him.
At first, Cain was nearly ready to dismiss the attack, focusing his mind for an attack of his own as the trajectory of the shadow blades appeared haphazard and imprecise. As he prepared, though, the shadow blades suddenly changed form, shifting themselves into three images of the man before him, each one bearing a Kumori blade Katana in their hands as they approached.
Their sudden transformation caught Cain off-guard and unaware. Acting as quickly as possible, he managed to buffer his body with a brief pulse of energy, projecting a weak barrier around himself. Though his efforts were properly aimed, the lack of reaction time left him vulnerable and unable to fully solidify his defense against such an assault. Each one of the shadow clones, in spite of his attempts at a viable counter measure, managed to penetrate his impromptu barrier and land a hit on him as they passed him by, vanishing back into the shadows as they went.
The attack, though its overall damage dampened by his projected defenses, managed to succeed in its task, throwing him off balance with each successive hit. As Cain rolled with the strike, however, the unmistakable crack of lightning split the air. No doubt the man had followed up with a burst of powerful lightning meant to finish him off. But Cain had no intention of capitulating that easily. Focusing on his deep feelings of hatred and anger, Cain spun, simultaneously raising his hands to the air in front of him in preparation for receiving the lightning.
As expected, the lightning impacted him squarely in the palms of his hands. It burned at first, easily breaking through what was left of his barrier and beginning to snap at his fingertips. But Cain, working through sheer will and determination, allowed his rage to consume him, bolstering his resolve and slowly bleeding the pain out of the attack as he ceased to focus on the physical aspect of his suffering and began to devote himself more to the singular goal of obliterating his adversary. He grit his teeth and stared back through the azure bolt of energy towards the man, attempting to absorb some of the power from his assault as his words echoed over the battle.
He had no reply for such a cryptic statement, answering him only with his hate filled glare.
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Post by Skyler CTDS on Oct 3, 2009 22:51:43 GMT -5
Nergul smirked having a feeling that was coming.. You don't turn your back on an opponent and thats just what the man did. Nergul then turned and began to make his way to the temple deciding to let them finish their contest of the stronger of the weak, while he checked out what was going down in that direction. Nergul walked in the direction of the temple at normal pace, not really needing to hurry, to figure out what was happening there..
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Oct 5, 2009 8:44:05 GMT -5
Slowly he marched across the wet grass, The rain still falling from the dark clouds as if even the Angels were weeping over Abel's transformation. He had once been no more then a child left in the shadowlands of Kashyyyk, cold and alone. Abel was unwanted by whomever was in change of him, And there was no doubt in his mind he would have perished in those dark woods on Kashyyyk, If not for the Wookiee name Freyyr, the closest thing to a father he had, Freyyr, certainly would be disappointed in how Abel is living his life. Off of cheap highs from the deaths of those weaker, Under the title of "Darth" on the edge of his sanity. An appealing thought for, Abel, Was often why he still choose to wear white, When it was the sith that commonly wore black, And, Abel, Taking the title of "Darth" surely meant he was a Sith yet he only ever wears white, Perhaps he was starting a new thing in the world of the Sith, Perhaps it was the one thing that kept him linked to his passed live, Perhaps he just liked the color; It was his secret to tell, And maybe he would take it to his grave
Abel Had finely found a starship, Fully prepped and asking for him to leave, To chase down this ringing in his head-Maybe he had finally snapped, Crossed the bridge of sanity to the other side and that was something that came with it, Or maybe, He looked upwards searching for the calling again, and like lightning a flash of a green moon covered in jungle and rainforest. Came and went with a loud boom in the sky; His object was clear, whatever this ringing was it most be coming from there, Abel pressed onward.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Oct 5, 2009 9:52:18 GMT -5
Zilfer's electric onslaught however did not stop as he continued his assault and smirked. He appeared to be having the time of his life. "I thought as much. You see nothing, because you are afraid to look into the light." said Zilfer as he began to conjure up his next illusionary trick.
Darkness would envelope his robes for a split second as a secondary form emerged from his body to the side, and then again. Each time a form of Zilfer emerged and seemed to join in the electrical frenzy however Zilfer had just upped the power of his force lightning by a few notches as he focused on his opponent's hatred and the darkside lingering in this place. Unlike most Jedi he wasn't restricted from using the darker emotions and darker energies present in this room. Nine figures each eventually emerged from himself and the last of which forming around himself to hide his retreat of a few steps backwards. He couldn't afford to be distracted by sight, and thus he closed his eyes almost going into a trans like state. He was stretching the very limits of his ability to manipulate the force. For most creating more then one illusion was difficult, but Zilfer had managed to train his mind to multitask, and through hard meditation and focus activities he had managed to bring his Kumori Arts to a new level where he could control 10 phantoms at the cost of being immobile, however the force could easily hide his presence in most of these cases. In this case with his continued lightning he would be safe enough knowing Cain wouldn't likely break trying to stop the lightning.
The last shadow clone formed up behind Cain, directly at his back and threw a punch that was actually a concentrated telekinetic blast to throw him straight at the lightning and cause him to look temporarily focus enough to let the lightning slip over his body. If it didn't work Zilfer was going to work to damage the Sith Lord with the Lightning alone, for a person could only absorb so much energy before they started to take internal damage.
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Post by Odan Thos on Oct 5, 2009 15:34:57 GMT -5
Si Quin walked into the cantina wearing her hood over his head. He walked up to the bar. "Jawa Juice." He said softly. The bartender made a grunt sound and poured the drink. Si picked up the drink and looked around the cantina. There were a large number of star ship captains sitting around the room. He took a drink, placing the credits on the bar before walking over two humans playing a game of Pazack.
The younger of the two men looked up. "Looking for something gramps?" The young man said as he laid down another card.
Si pulled down his hood and sat down at the table. "I am looking for a fast ship to take me to the Yavin system and back." Si said resting a bag on the table.
The older man straighten up. "We have a fast ship. A Dynamic-class Light Transport. Yavin is not the safest place currently. It could be expensive. Seventy five hundred credits you get no questions asked." The man said with a smile. That was an abnormally high price for transport to the outer rim but he needed the credits.
Si Quin cleared his throat and slide the bag over to him. "That is nine thousands. You take me to Yavin IV, wait 48 hours and then leave with or without me. I may return with someone and this covers his fair also." Si Quin read the emotional response of each of them as they looked into the bag and then up at him. It was clear that they would take the job. They stood up and looked at him.
"You leave as soon as you are ready. Hangerbay forty two." Said the captain. Si simple stood up and followed them to the spaceport. There he boarded the ship, was assigned a room and they left. Si would spend most of the time meditating in his room.
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Post by Gamov on Oct 5, 2009 22:29:00 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, Cain explained some of Cain's abilities to me prior to my taking this role. But, I'm still not entirely sure what his maximum capabilities are. So, if this is out of place, say so and I'll modify it.
BIC:
The power in the lightning seemed to amplifying exponentially as it started snapping and hissing at Cain with more vicious power than before, coiling itself around his arms and hands, breaking through his defenses. As he stared forward at the man, his steely gaze falling upon his cloaked figure through the raw, piercing energy of the lightning, Cain witnessed as his form became momentarily shrouded in shadow before a spectral image of his adversary appeared, standing next to the man and appearing to join in on the assault. Soon, other shadow forms materialized, each one forming up and adding to the collective power of the attack.
Though Cain knew none of them were real, each of them but a mere illusion conjured by his foe's mind, the sheer power they were projecting on him was astonishing, and becoming increasingly painful. He bit back his own torment, determined not to show any outward sign of weakness. He must be strong, his will must hold. All the while, however, the knowledge that several more Force-sensitive beings were bearing down on him served as a perpetual reminder to him that he must end this confrontation quickly. And he must end it in victory. To be seen weakened by a single man mere hours after his call to arms, such a humiliation would be unforgivable and unacceptable.
Cain clenched his jaw hard and maintained his fiery stare on his opponent. His next move would need to be timed with extreme precision if it had any hopes of success. Calling upon the dark energies in the tomb, relegating a portion of his concentration away from defense in preparation for an attack, he summoned an ever growing torrent of Dark Side energy within him, using it to bolster his body against the lightning's onslaught, slowly allowing it to permeate slightly deeper into himself.
Cain fed off of the attack more and more, allowing the pain to build, when a sudden wave of energy slammed into his back. Apparently, the Kumori artist had summoned a shadow clone behind him in a clever sneak attack. The effect was immediate as Cain stumbled forward, diving into the lightning storm and losing a vast deal of his concentration in the process. The lightning enveloped his body, snaking around him and crackling as it burned his flesh and clothing alike.
The sudden overload of pain was enough to break his resolve, eliciting furious scream of pain from the Sith Lord as he was subject to the raw power of the attack, forcing him to a knee as standing against the assault became an intangible task to accomplish.
Unwilling to give in to his attacker, however, Cain focused all of his efforts on one last attempt. An attempt aimed at subduing his foe as quickly as possible. Though an excruciating pain had enveloped nearly every fiber of his being, stinging deep inside his body, attacking every cell, every organ, Cain managed to steel himself and drive through the pain, reaching a free hand for his short katana at his side. Wrapping his fingers around the hilt, he let out a deep war cry before drawing the blade forward and gashing himself across the stomach.
The pain in his body nearly tripled upon his actions, but it was for a useful cause. Allowing the pain to amplify his own Force powers, Cain absorbed the energy of the lightning into himself before converting it into a massive wave of energy that exploded outward from him with great force, shaking the ancient tomb to its core and enveloping everything in the room in a furious storm of electric current and telekinetic power. the wave swept forward and snuffed out the dim light from the candles, scorching roots and vines, burning them from the walls as stones in the temple wall were violently forced out of place. It seemed as if though the whole structure would collapse if this assault were maintained for any longer.
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Oct 5, 2009 23:09:18 GMT -5
OOC Perfectly fine, in fact it makes good use of his Dark-side Rage ability, but I'll post tomorrow to it.
His telekinetic 'punch' was successful and he began to fry the Sith lord but once he impaled himself he knew something was up and behind all his shadow clones out of view he dropped into the void once more. He found him unwrapped in the silence of the void once more.
Back in the room the telekinetic power blasted through the whole room clearly out all of the shadow clones and leaving the room empty as it seemed his foe had been obliterated, for a moment. The only thing that shown through the now cracked temple was the moonlight form the outside and the twinkling twilight.
Zilfer reemerged from the void about five seconds after the telekinetic explosion. His lightsaber was no longer ignited and his hood still was down, he slowly lifted his hand to his hood and finally revealed his face to his enemy. His blue eyes and long black hair stared calmly back at Cain who after absorbing and taking a good amount of his force lightning was smoking and now looked a bit deformed. Amazingly, however a lot of the damage had been healed, the stomach cut left a rather large scar but had healed apparently before he had spilled his own guts.
"I see the darkside is strong with you. I've never before seen such a technique." said Zilfer, he wondered if his face would strike a cord in his enemy at all. After he was almost a perfect clone of Revan with a slight alteration of a Mitsukai genetics which gave him something that he hadn't even revealed yet in this battle. "It's been a long time since I've had to get this serious."
"I'll tell you what I see when I look into a full moon.... I see a man who reflects light that is not his own, but the light of others in the times of darkness." said Zilfer as he pulled a string around his chest area releasing part of his robes behind him. "You'll find nothing tangible about me."
Great white wings expanded from behind Zilfer in a ten foot long wing span. His wings felt good to be free of his constraining robes. Now he began to work his Kumori magic in one of the hardest techniques known to Kumori.
"Kakuremino..... Moonlight." said Zilfer as the brightness of the Moonlight seemed to intensify. Zilfer was now gone, and Cain would find himself within the same room however with three Sith Lords walking up before him, each one activated a lightsaber it's red glow expanding slowly. It was like they had just arrived from outside.
"We will not follow one so weak, I will instead take your place. Prepare to die!" one of them said, which Zilfer had cleverly taken the appearance of one of the real Sith Lords already on the planet. Ezekiel Rage's was the one who had talked, and now the three Sith lords descended upon Cain, he would find that these were not shadow clones however. The smell of death would creep into Cain's nostrils and a burning sensation all over his body, not enough to cause pain, but a rather annoying itch, like just one you can't get rid of. The Sith all closed in from different sides Lightsaber's slashing at Cain.
To anyone in the room it would seem that Zilfer and Cain had stopped moving, Zilfer had closed his eyes with the two words, and began a mind assaulting technique meant to entrap a person within their own mind, and wear them out through mental abuse in which they thought everything was real. It was a Kumori art that could only be used at night in the moonlight and Cain had given him the opportunity to use it. Zilfer had entered Cain's mind in but a moment, and was already at work creating illusions that were believable enough, and would play off Sith suspicion. It was always best if the person did not know they where in a trick, it was almost impossible to tell once inside the illusion for Sight, Smell, Touch, Taste, and Hearing were all controlled by the person using Moonlight. That however didn't mean the victim could not fight back but they would first have to realize they were in such an illusion.
Meanwhile both their bodies were currently vulnerable in the real world while the mind battle ensued. Zilfer's however had the added advantage of Kakuremino, the Shadow Cloak. Cloaking his whole body from sight and the force, one would see his helpless body for now....
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Oct 6, 2009 12:23:57 GMT -5
Unbeknown to Si Quan and his hired crew a young girl about the age of sixteen or seventeen had stowed away onto their ship using a rather weak version of immersion that allowed her to sneak past the two pilot's easily enough. She was following Si Quan for he had trained her father a long time ago. Her father had been one of his first students and fought in the Mandalorian wars. He had died soon after she was born from conditions brought about by the war, and toxic gases the Mandalorians used in one such battle. Her mother hadn't been able to teach her much for she had been a Jedi for only but a short time not progressing past padawan, but the basic's had fallen into place easily. Her father's blue lightsaber was strapped to her belt but she did not wear traditional Jedi robes. Instead she wore a brown leather suit. It was dangerous for anyone to be traveling as a Jedi these days. People were looking to pick up a large bounty on Nar Shadaa and there had been an increase of Sith activities as of late, most of them unrelated however if you presented yourself as a Jedi you where looking for trouble. There was also a single blaster at her side, for now she was hiding on the ship at the opposite end of Si Quan waiting, when ever someone would check on the room she'd close her eyes and hide herself with the force. It took a great amount of concentration to keep from revealing herself.
Part of her wanted to confront Si Quan and ask him to train her as a Jedi, but the other part was afraid of rejection. He might not want another padawan after his last one, or he might think it was too dangerous for someone so young. She was determined to follow him at least, and if anything learn by example. "Come on Rin, get a hold of yourself girl. You haven't run across anything you can't handle." she said to herself when she was sure no one could hear.
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Post by Skyler CTDS on Oct 6, 2009 16:26:38 GMT -5
Nergul still walked on forward to the temple that seemed to be a big attention for action right now. He was about 50 yards from the temple when he caught an odd feeling. He felt as if someone was coming. Someone not to foreign to him.. He had no clue what this feeling was but he knew it was probably something he shouldn't ignore.. Nergul looked forward towards the temple for a moment before he decided to put that off for now.. Nergul sat down and crossed his legs where he was for now and waited, for he knew whatever this feeling was, would show itself soon.. He looked up at the skies for a moment before beginning to meditate as he waited..
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