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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You are inside of the beautiful City of Theed on the planet of Naboo. You meet your opponent in one of the many gardens scattered throughout the city, at the site of a large pool, standing calf-deep in the water. Various jets shoot arcing streams of shining water high into the air for decorative purposes. Blood will run red in these clear waters; destroy the peaceful scene of Naboo with your fight!
Slowly, Darth Vastator stepped into the water, lamenting at the blow it would do to his foot work. He walked peacefully, enjoying the sun's rays on his face, as he surveyed his opponent.
His lightsaber he left on his belt, and he turned instead to the Force. It would kill the Jedi, just as easily as it would kill Vastator himself, to unleash Sith lightning here. It was an unfortunate conundrum, so Vastator turned to option two, he fired Sith Lightning into his left hand at close range, and an opaque dish seemed to form as the Lightning was absorbed.
With a flash, it ended as quickly as it had begun, but then the Sith turned his attention to the Jedi. He pointed at him with two fingers and a bar of solid white energy, crackling with heat and power, exploded from his fingers towards the Jedi, causing steam to rise from the lake as it carved a furrow through the water.
The Sith . . . always the aggressor and the first to attack. It was nothing new and something the Jedi Master and Blademaster had come to know in his many years in this galaxy. In that sense, Sith and Dark Side adepts were predictable, though their combat tactics varied from member to member.
The Sith's appearance this day, though, was no surprise. A collection of Jedi into a singular location was like a beacon for the Sith and their minions and the Jedi had literally just convened here. They'd come together to recount their numbers and take in the full scope of what had come over the galaxy. To try and understand this plague that had stricken so quickly and without warning. Geir had come here to the pool to reflect on the knowledge that had been gathered just moments before, but had now seemingly been met by this Sith.
He was clad in the typical tunic of his order, though colored of a brown and burgundy mixture. The hilts of both his lightsabers hung from his belt at either hip. Notably, his cloak-like robe that was usually usually worn over the tunic was absent. Hidden from the Sith's view currently was the hilt of a double-bladed lightsaber that was strapped into position horizontally along his lower back and to his belt. Being calf-deep into the pool would hinder both combatants footwork, a condition Geir took note of and something he would look to get away from quickly if he was able.
As soon as the Sith discharged the lightning into his own palm, Geir gathered the force within himself. Lightning was a very dangerous choice, especially when both people were in the water. Even with the rubberized soles of his boot, Geir would be hopeless to defend against an attack directed into the the water they both stood in. Such an attack would subdue them both or worse and what good was that for the Sith on a planet with a higher count of Jedi than was typical at the moment.
And there it was - the first attack from the Sith and the first opportunity for the Jedi master. His right hand jetted forward at an intense speed and with it the Force halted all kinetic energy in its path - in particular the burst of energy that roared in his direction from the Sith. The ability and technique was known simply as Force Stasis and it was an ability Geir had learned to harness Masterfully over the years. Geir's primary target with the ability was the engery that shrieked in his direction, but he hoped to ensnare the Sith as well.
It was not so much an attempt to end the fight before it ever began, but rather a means for him to position himself in a more ideal location.
Geir stepped backward, toward the recess of the pool and then out of it and to the left, all while still holding the stasis. Once clear of the pool and the trajectory of the blast of energy, he would release it to slam into the edge of the pool sending stone fragments into the air from the crater in the pool wall it created.
Vastator looked on thoughtfully, as he temporarily stood frozen by Force Stasis. It was a clever application, that had left the Sith technically at a disadvantage, not that it mattered. He could see where Geir would step out of the pool, and it was there he concentrated his will.
With a mighty bang, the stones at Geir's feet exploded, and already Vastator began to advance. Ironically, Vastator dressed in a black set of robes similar to those worn by the Jedi, and as he cast off that long over-robe, he drew his lightsaber.
As he came onwards, he lashed out again, and fire exploded from the ground around the Jedi.
He had used Combustion to throw Geir off his feet and balance, and Pyrokinesis to throw the Jedi off his stride, and he quietly surveyed how effective it has been as he advanced upon the Jedi, orange bladed lightsaber held in his right hand.
A valiant attempt by the dark side practitioner, but a fruitless effort as the area in Geir's proximity roared to life in flame - most of it at least; Geir still had the water to his immediate left. Geir was a Master in the Jedi Order and was able to keep himself composed in some of the most dire of situations. This was also good for Geir, as well; this dark sider was using his Force reserves and usage of the Force early on could weigh heavily on an adept in the later stages of a fight so Geir would continue his method and try and goad the adversary into making more and more mistakes.
"Surely, one who would dive into the heart of the new Jedi Order, can offer more than this." There was confidence and peace in geir's voice as he spoke, though his words had been intended to anger the Sith before him and drive him into more and more reckless actions. The aim was to end this non sense before it ever really began.
The Sith Lord stopped and cocked his head, considering the words. A thin bead of sweat ran down his face, with a few more drops forming on his forehead - he was too old for this shit.
He gently swished the very fine bladed lightsaber backwards and forwards. "I am not so weak, Master Jedi, as to fall prey to such an obvious attempt to rule me."
The voice was deep, and an idle hand rose to scratch the grey beard. Then, he gently took up his stance, body turned sideways, head facing Geir and right hand extended, his left on his hip. A dueller's stance.
Carefully he advanced, before striking with a basic thrust, followed by a series of easy thrusts and very shorts swipes, designed to sound out Geir and keep his defence up at the same time.
Well this was an awkward stance in the world of lightsaber combat, but Geir prided himself on his ability to adapt an overcome an obstacle which is exactly what this was - an obstacle. Nothing more. Nothing less.
In a flicker of motion, the first thrust came from this man of ill intent and Geir matched it easily - turning his frame at his torso to where his left shoulder faced his opponent and allowing the orange blade to pass harmlessly and return to where it had come from. It was a simple dodge, but it was effective and didn't exhaust much energy to complete. He did this for the following thrust and adjusted with quick and subtle movements - all while back-stepping - to effectively dodge and evade the short, quick strikes from his opponent.
They were here to duel, were they not? This tactic was unusual in the universe and not widely practiced, but it wasn't completely unknown. Still, it was unfamiliar to Geir and that made it especially dangerous. It wasn't any of the common or official seven lightsaber forms, but something else.
Geir's focus was trained on the Sith and he waited once more for the man to make his next move - hoping it would be more than what he had shown thus far.
"An unusual stance, for sure, but I imagine it has served you well in your lifetime to have lived as long as you have." There was no real way for Geir to know just how old this man was, but he obviously had moved past his primary with the graying hair and aged features his figured carried about. And . . . in all honesty, it was unusual to see a Dark Side adept well into their years considering their philosophies and ideologies often led to them killing one another simply for the sake of saying they were more powerful than another. Really bullish, if Geir were to actually put any true thought into it.
Vastator was, as he freely admitted, an odd Sith. In terms of sheer power, he was actually rather lacking - possibly because he wasn't a particularly angry man. Instead, he had lived his life by being more skilled than his opponents, knowing more about the intricacies of the Force, being an unusual swordsman.
He didn't bother himself to listen too much to the Jedi, though he did smile loosely at the Jedi's words.
His lightsaber had obviously been designed to be used in a precise fashion, for the blade was extremely fine and it seemed almost fluid when it moved.
He knew he was at a disadvantage, he was old and he'd allowed himself to try and best the Jedi through the Force, a feat he was not particularly capable of. The beads of sweat were still there, and a full ache in his lower back betrayed how much energy he had used - still, he had plenty enough for swordplay.
The orange lightsaber punched forwards into a thrust, far faster than the previous ones, aimed to pin the Jedi through his right kidney. This was a faint, for the blade would then be twisted into a quick upwards slice towards Geir's jaw.
He didn't expect such things to work, of course, so even as he completed his attack he began to step through, situating himself and his blade on Geir's left, aiming to turn him full circle and drive him back to the water.
So far Geir had controlled this fight and he intended to keep it that way. For as long as he controlled what happened, he could literally dictate the outcome of the fight, especially if he did not allow himself to underestimate his opponent's abilities.
As the sith showed the slightest sign beginning the next wave of his attack, Geir's muscles tensed. He waited to assess the trajectory of the attack and aided through an application of Force Speed, moved at a dizzying speed. The initial thrust by the sith had been far faster this go than it had previously, a measure tht proved that man hadn't shown his potential in his earlier attack.
Aided by said use of Force Speed, Geir's body turned sideways to where his right should and hip now faced the man. His right hand shot toward the right wrist of his opponent, attempting to seize it and control further movement of the blade as the man's arm was still in the process of extending forward. Meanwhile, Geir's left hand would move at the same speed to unfasten the saber hilt from his left hip and thumb that weapon's sapphire-blue blade to life.
Rotating the left wrist in a counter clockwise fashion, Geir hoped to cleave the man's arm from his body and neutralize his blade in the process if his grab at the man's wrist had been a success - which by all accounts in his mind should have been with his application of Force Speed.
Vastator acted swiftly, instead of desperately attempted to fend off the Jedi, he allowed his right hand to be seized, and instead straightened his stance slightly, using a burst of Force speed to allow his left hand to shoot forwards.
He didn't, however, end to catch Geir's hand. He intended to catch his lightsaber.
Tutaminus was often disdained by Sith, but this man knew well the applications of such power. Should his attempt to catch the lightsaber be successful, he begins to unleash a volley of martial arts, a dozen vicious low kicks aimed specifically towards Geir's right knee.
Vastator was in Geir's playing field now and the Jedi Master enjoyed it. He was the current blade master of the order and lightsaber combat was the singular area he was unmatched in through his experience. Once reason for which is how he mixed forms with a grace and fluidity, that it would almost come across as a rehearsed routine. This instance was no different.
As the man's left hand shot toward Geir's lightsaber, Geir made another move of his own. He pulled strongly against the outstretched arm of his opponent he'd previously grabbed and held. The yank would pulled the man's arm, and lightsaber, out and away from him, to Geir's right. The action was completely against Vastator's own momentum, and would likely shorten the reach of Vastator's left arm.
In the same instance, Geir thumb the activation switch of his lightsaber, sending the previously triggered blade back into the housing from which it had previously sprung. If his actions to this point had been successful, he would push his left forearm into the rear pocket of where Vastator's right arm met the shoulder - with the arm still extended. It was a pressure point hold as he would continue to pull the man's arm against where his forearm would now push.
If Vastator was not careful, his arm could be easily dislocated at the shoulder, thus rending his likely dominant right arm useless through the duration of the joust.
At this point, Geir would release his Force Speed and save the energy he still possessed should he need the Force Reserves later in the bout.
Vastator knew things were looking bad, he was in an awkward position. His lightsaber was held away from George, and he was twisted into an awkward position. Still, he was a Sith Lord, and he still had a weapon.
Summoning then Force, he channeled it through him, creating, demanding the bright blue lightning to bellow forth, down his arms and through the physical connection straight into Geir Hammond.
Well . . . this was awkward, and an application of Force Lightning that was new to Geir. This Vastator fellow infused his own body, particularly, his arm with lightning and hoped for the shear contact between the two would damage his opponent as well. Surely an attempt of desperation, this man was electrocute himself in order to attempt harm against his opponent. Typically, lightning could only be directed through the users fingertips, but this was something different.
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Geir felt it as the Force swell within the man and knew that something was coming, but just what, was uncertain. So, in preparation for what was to come, Geir thought simply to direct the man' attention elsewhere. Perhaps pain would work?
Geir pulled hard against the man's arm in an attempt to dislocate the joint, his left forearm still press deep into the pocket of the shoulder. By the time the Sith's ability would be realized, Geir would have completed his action, but the timing was just too sudden to avoid the electrical charge that had surged through his opponents arm.
ZAP!! The blue bolts struck out through his opponent's arm and connected with him, throwing him back a few feet in the process. He skidded on his back for a little bit before rolling back up to his feet - his body moving over his shoulders to do so.
There was one positive out of this, though, and that was that he was further from the pool of water and as such the Sith wouldn't be able to use it to conduct his lightning.
Geir thumbed the activation trigger of the lightsaber held in his left hand pulled the hilt that hung from his right hip to his right hand with the Force, thumbing its activation mechanism when in hand. An emerald-green blade danced with life in his right hand while a sapphire-blue one did the same in his left. There would be no more of this lightning business and if there was, it would now to harnessed against the Sith that summoned it.
He stood with his feet about shoulder width apart now, his left leading his right. The blade if his left had was held toward Vastator and angled upward at about a forty-five degree angle. The his right hand was held close to the right side of his face, the green parallel to the ground and pointed directly to Vastator. His knees were bent slightly as his awaited Vastator's next move, should he not choose to take the opportunity to recover from the course of the fight so far as well as electrocuting himself just moments ago.
Geir's muscles all still tingled from the lightning just before.
Vastator could smell burned hair - probably the hair on his arms. He hadn't electrocuted himself, exactly, so much as run electricity through himself in order to conduct it to a fresh target. It was still painful though.
What was more painful was the shoulder, even as Vastator watched Geir disengage, he balled his fist and put his shoulder back in the socket. It was sore.
He knew there would be little option for swordplay now, with a half ruined shoulder, so he put his lightsaber on his belt, and gradually the Force began to fill him, numbing the pain somewhat.
What he was doing required little power but great skill, and his hands glowed slightly blue as he took up a stance with his feet spread evenly apart, waiting on Geir's move.
The fight was drawing towards its end game now. At least that is what Geir thought as he watched the Sith force his shoulder back into place and put away his lightsaber. It was true in a manner of speaking as one could only use the Force so much before they would exhaust themselves. "Don't make this any worse than it already is. Please. Surrender now and no one has to die."
In all honesty, Geir did not expect the man to oblige, but he would offer anyway. The Sith was beaten, and unless this Sith was different from all the others, he would not allow himself to be captured by a Jedi. "There is no need for bloodshed today. You are beaten. There is no reason to continue this violence; it will only get you killed and that is something you surely don't want." He paused and awaited a response from his opponent, should the Sith even choose to give one, but as he waited, he gauged the Sith's postured and pulled in the Force to himself. He was ready for whatever the Sith would at him.
