A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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Vastator felt great relief - it had worked. He had finally gotten the upper hand in on of these bloody gladiatorial games played for the amusement of some higher entity. A small part of him could remember other battles, battles where he'd been impaled and blasted. It hadn't been pleasant.
As Adi fell, and his attacks ceased for the tiniest moment, Vastator tightened his grip and suddenly pulled back upwards as Adi's fists came down. The first blow of Adi's hit the Duracrete and exploded past the side of Vastator's head, literally taking his left ear clean off, but the Sith Lord followed through with his attack.
He crushed his hand - and thus the force grip on Adi's testicles - tight and jerked upwards, with an odd sort of twisting motion. The idea was to use Adi's downward momentum, coupled with the upward power of the force and the twisting motion to literally rip Adi's ball straight off.
Blood poured in streams down Vastator's face, and the pain felt as if a bomb was going off in his, crushing, violent agony pulsing through the side of his face.
But he could still think. Just. He had been grasping telekinesis when Matango had punctured his eyeball, so it had been a very fast procedure to change the target. But he could feel something familiar...
He knew what Adi was doing and he violently threw himself to the side, smashing his knee painfully off of the Duracrete.
One of those infernal needles punctured his thigh, nicking the bone, but mercifully missing the artery. Another scored the Rectus Femoris viciously, and Vastator knew it was bad. It would hold for now, but too much would cause it to violently snap apart in a terrible injury.
He desperately clutched at the control over his grip, throwing every inch of his will into maintaining his hold. He used the momentum as he threw himself to the side to wrench, in an attempt to pull Adi off his feet, and to try and crush at least one of his testicles into a gooey mess, something that would more than distract the former Jedi
Rather than try to evade, Vastator went forwards, as he realised what Andor was trying to do. Throwing himself towards and to the side of the blaster bolt - which grazed his side and caused a painful, oozing burn - he desperately grasped at Force Speed and, drawing his lightsaber as he went, used it to propel himself over the short distance into a cruel and fast thrust aiming for Andor's belly, which quickly drew back into an upwards slice in an attempt to take off the Sith's blaster arm.
It was the only chance he had to save himself from a skewering, after all.
So rather than try to avoid it, he'd do exactly what Geir Hammand wanted. As his hand clasped nothing, he pushed himself forwards.
If he was going to die, then this Jedi could die with him. Holding and absorbing the energy of a lightsaber was a dangerous, but rewarding in its own way.
He still had plenty of power from the lightsabers in him, especially considering he held the other one.
As Geir rotated his wrist, Vastator brought his hand down upon it, seeking to drive the blade through his belly rather than his chest.
And as his hand collided with Geir's wrist, he unleashed every bit of the stored energy from Geir's lightsabers in the form of Force Lightning.
Vastator had a plan, a last ditch effort to win. It had been why he was tempted enough to do something so suicidal as to catch a lightsaber. But from the moment those blades had been held in his hand, he had won.
He had thrown everything into his last moves, to the extent that - judging from the pain in his left arm, his chest and the irregular beat of his heart - he was having a minor heart attack. But the purpose of catching a lightsaber in this fashion was not defensive...
From the moment they had touched his hand, pure energy had flowed through him. It boiled along his veins, screamed through his arteries and even made his eyes almost glow. He was filled with power, with strength that wasn't his and wouldn't kill him to use.
Still, the wrenching of his right shoulder was painful, even as it threatened to pop back out of its socket. Hurriedly, he prepared for his final move.
Pyrokinesis was an interesting and seldom used power. A skilled practitioner could light a hundred candles with little effort, but Vastator needed to light only one. It was the most basic trick of Pyrokinesis he used, the simple lighting of a flame.
It required little concentration, and he had the necessary energy overflowing within him. Even as Geir's foot rushed towards his groin, he threw the tiny Force spark that would cause Geir's head to catch fire and burn with a cruel, blue malice...
Vastator's eyes opened wide in shock as he realised what was rising towards him - too late to do anything except painfully jerk his head to the side, and twist it slightly in a desperate attempt to stop the pins colliding with his brain.
His left eye was punctured, the pin exiting through the side of his skull rather than his brain. The other pin sliced thinly along the underside of his eye, then pierced through the bridge of his nose. The pain was hideous, and Vastator's breath was ragged.
Only the great surge in his power had stopped him from screaming, the shock forcefully closing his throat to that cowardly sound. He staggered slightly, but then managed to keep his feet, blood pouring down his face. The pain and the rage were delightful - well the rage was anyway. The pain was bloody excruciating.
The pain was awful, but Vastator lashed forwards into an attack. This one required no preparation and it was quick - luckily, his movements were somewhat cloaked by the great surge his emotions had created - and he simply reached out and attempted to grip and crush Matango's testicles.
Vastator grinned with feral delight as Andor started shooting at him. He didn't move at all, save for his hand to jerk upwards. The single shot aimed at him smashed into his hand with a great puff of smoke and a small flash of blue light. Unfortunately, though he had succeeded in catching the bolt, it had been coming on him fast, and he had caught it with the tips of his fingers, and the force of the shot had bruised them painfully. Aàaàa A Blaster bolt wouldn't fuel much, but a DL-44 was powerful, and it would, at least, become a fairly decent attack.
Even as the residue for the smoke faded,fortifying the energy from the blaster shot with the Force, Vastator released a burst of solid white energy, so hot that it literally seared the air around it.
Essentially condensed electrical and heat energy, it sped straight towards Andor's chest at something like the speed of lightning, which was around 750 miles an hour. Even if Andor dodged it completely, there was plenty of chance for him to still be caught by a stray strand of electricity - though that would be but a painful jolt - or for the heat to burn him.
Vastator desperately hoped he would throw himself off the Ziggurat....
Darth Vastator ascended the Ziggurat, idly pondering the Sith obsession with Korriban - a tainted world even by Sith standards. A peculiar Sith Lord, Vastator felt little desire to drink deeply of the dark, throbbing energies, though he did embrace them, for he sensed his opponent had already arrived to the top of this monument.
On his belt was the curved silver and gold hilt of his lightsaber, glinting in the harsh sunlight of the Sith homeworld. Clothed in a fashion similar to the Jedi, Vastator wore black Jedi style robes, with a black cloak. It was a choice that had confused many in the Sith's career, but he had never deigned to explain himself.
He could feel the strength of the Darkside melting through his skin, boiling through his veins as he drank that deadly brew. He would be ready for what was atop this structure, and as he walked onwards he began to plot as to what his first move would be.
Finally he reached the top and he stopped. Quietly he studied Darth Andor. He tilted his head left and then right, before finally shrugging out of his cloak. "Did you have to choose such an inaccessible place to fight? I'm an old man after all."
Before Vastator had even finished speaking, he struck. Andor stood beside that altar, but Vastator was a master of Pyrokinesis.
That technique had many tenants and skills, but Vastator had no need to create fire or heat, simply to expand it. With the Force already in his grasp, it was a simple and easy task to force feed the flame to cause a huge surge of heat and flame to explode towards Darth Andor, and it was clear Vastator hoped to set the other Sith Lord alight.
It had been an interesting take that had led Darth Vastator and Adiemus Matango to combat in a giant gladiatorial pit.
Quite simply, they'd battled through the streets of Honoghr, somehow ended up both arrested and were now to continue their bout in this arena. It was interesting, if irritating.
Vastator shrugged off his robe, still annoyed and somewhat embarrassed by the lump on the back of his head from where a native had struck him - with a frying pan no less! What was this, some kind of Corellian comedy soap?
Nonetheless, the Sith Lord surveyed the former Jedi Master, and flexed his gloves fingers slightly. It would be fun to renew this battle, but Adi Mango was dangerous. He frowned, deciding on the best way to handle the Jedi.
His mobility, Vastator decided, was his most dangerous trait. But how to counter it without crippling his own abilities? He was far from an endless well of the Force. He could blow one of his legs off - but it would leave him defenceless himself.
Finally he decided to use a trick that would make a minimalist like old Ishmael on Korriban proud.
Gently, he made a series of about two dozen telekinetic spikes, purposefully small to limit the amount of energy he used. He arrayed them in a circle around Adi, at varying heights to make dodging difficult. With a snap of his fingers, he would pincushion Mango and then close in to take his head...
Vastator snorted to himself and shook his head, then began to walk forwards. As he approached, he used Force Speed, and jolted forwards in a great rush, his hands speeding forwards, wrapped in Tutaminus, aiming for the lightsabers - save he didn't aim to grab the hilts, but the very blades of the weapons themselves.