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!
Naboo, a serene planet of peace and beauty. It's winds blowed gently across the grasslands, it's sun warm and life-giving to the inhabitants of the planet. The citizens of Naboo were often open and welcoming, always going about their everyday business with a smile on their face.
And yet, Andor found himself wandering the streets of Theed, the skyline of the Palace towering above him as he moved silently through an alleyway. The last time he had been on Naboo, he had followed up on rumors of a uncovered Sith holocron. During his hunt, he had slaughtered an entire fishing village on the outskirts of Theed, despite the efforts of a certain elder Zabrak jedi. Then, it had turned to a race against time as the holocron was discovered in an underwater gungan city, where the Sith Lord and the Jedi had engaged in combat to acquire the possession of the dark artifact.
Rutil Iorek was the only living being in that city that had escaped Andor's wrath. The citizens from both the fishing village and the gungan city had fallen prey to the Dark Lord's power, and the Jedi had failed to protect them.
Reveling in his pride, Andor moved into a garden, where he found a large pool, fountains of water shimmering in the sunlight. Now he was here for other reasons.... Naboo was the home planet of the infamous Sheev Palpatine and new intelligence suggested the Emperor had hidden away powerful Sith weapons there.
And the reports were true... Andor could sense power nearby... Something dark and malicious. But there was another presence.... One that radiated with the light, although it seemed perverted. A fallen Jedi perhaps? A grey? Clearly, Andor had been discovered on the planet and was being tracked. The Lord of Deception didn't have time for this but he knew the confrontation would be inevitable.
He took a step into the pool, the cool water rising halfway up his calf as he checked his equipment. He had brought his standard armament: two lightsabers each strapped to the insides of his forearms. He had his DS-15s side blaster pistol strapped to his right thigh, and a thermal detonator in a small pouch on his belt in the small of his back. His left arm was prothetic and laced with cortosis, although hidden beneath his sleeve and coming to connect with a neuro-shock hand that was covered in synth-flesh.
He stood in the water as he shed his outer black cloak, letting the cloth drop to the ground, falling limply into the clear pool. He was standing shoulder-width apart in his crimson tunic, his white hair still against the faint breeze.
He waited, expanding his aura in the force, becoming a beacon of darkness against the light of Naboo. Whoever was tracking him, let them come.
Adieumus Matango had tracked this man before, and thought he had killed the darksider in the ensuing fight. He had taken the man's arm, and landed one of the most precise force spears that Adi had ever used. There was no body recovered, however, due to the massive explosion the sith had set off. Now, however, from the familiar trail of bodies left in his wake, the man was more resilient than first thought. Perhaps the explosion that had been set off after their last meeting was merely a distraction....this time though, there would be no mistakes.
Andor was gonna die.
It was the same garden, even, that Adi found him, standing calf-deep in the pool that had once been stained crimson. Perhaps it was fate that they were yet again meeting here...The Force -did- work in mysterious ways, after all. Then again, perhaps it was simply chance....or dumb luck. Cocking his head to the side as he approached to within about fifteen feet of his soon-to-be opponent, Adi grinned.
"Thought I already killed you....Hmph."
Though not really in a stance, Adi's right hand hung near the black hilt attached to his right hip. He was a little annoyed that his sneakers were getting wet, but at least they weren't a new pair. His black t-shirt read 'Inky Mooned me!! Honoghr tour 2009'. There were several holes through it, as it was one of Adi's favorite shirts. He had worn it on several occasions in duels, thereby several times it had been struck.
This time, it wasn't gonna happen. Andor wouldn't lay a finger on Adi.
"Surrender, or I will make sure to rectify my mistake, most riki-tik."
The force began to pool around Adieumus, sending ripples out from where he was standing. This wouldn't take long, regardless of the Sith's choice.
Now he remembered. He had been here before, this exact location... Facing this exact opponent before.... Andor had thought it was a dream, but as Adi spoke, reality set in as images flashed through his head. Adi had been clever, his offense a unique style that Andor had never encountered before. The Sith had been caught off guard and thus, had fallen more quickly than he cared to admit. But now, Andor was more cautious and alert. He was ready.
"Your arrogance blinds you." The Sith's voice was harsh and shrill, like a wraith in the dark, his crimson eyes making eye contact with Adi, burning deep into his soul. He felt the ripples that emanated his opponent, letting them crash against the dark tides of energy that Andor himself wielded. The very air around them was thick as tensions rose and power was stockpiled. It was silent, minus the sprinkling of the fountains and the water landing in the pool. It was a standstill, but Andor took his time, assessing the situation.
The darkside sparked within him, rushing through his very being as he continued to open himself to the Force, focusing on his anger and hatred for the man that stood before him. He fought the instinct to charge headfirst into battle as his eyes still held contact with Adi's, unyielding. They were fifteen feet apart, just outside the strike-zone of a lightsaber blade, but if either combatant closed the distance, things would change in a flash.
His left arm twitched, freeing the black hilt from its strap. It fell out of his sleeve in a flash, igniting as Andor's grip tightened around it. The crimson blade shot forth with a snap-hiss, diving into the water at his side and sending up a continuous torrent of hot steam.
Slowly, he took a step forward with his left foot and then with his right. Step by step, he began to close in on his opponent, letting the tension continue to build, the Force swirling around him like a maelstrom.
Well, at least the man had learned something the last time....He didn't seem so aggressive. In fact, Andor seemed almost cautious. That could prove slightly problematic. However, Adi, too, had learned a lot since their last meeting. Patience above all, that was a key. The slight ripples that had started to form around Adi's calves were now turning into small waves as the force swelled within him.
Water. It could give life, and take it away. It was both soft and yielding...yet, if properly focused, it could cut through solid durasteel. There was a duality to the substance that was unique, and powerful. There was a reason that Adi was most at ease near water....it was cleansing, physically and mentally. Water was like the Arkanian's fighting style, fluid, always in motion...Yet, it was nearly indestructible when pressed. The deaths in the village were the catalyst to the solidifying of Adieumus' will to stop this man.
As the ripples turned to waves, the former Jedi could feel the force itself flowing into each molecule of water surrounding him. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the man to make his way to a place about eight feet away. If the man continued to approach, he would regret it.
And, as expected, Andor continued to approach...step by slow step.
When Andor reached the predetermined area in the pool, Adi snapped out the fingers on both hands. Each one was 'connected' to a thin, powerful stream of water...but these streams weren't of the 'softer' variety. Instead, these water jets were more like the type used to cut, or pierce hard materials. There were ten 'water spikes', each one coming in from a different direction all around the darksder, and all aimed roughly center mass. These spikes were intended to pierce the man's body, sending force-infused jets of water through him from all angles at a tremendous speed.
If this worked, Andor would be the one 'holy'....and not the water.
Adi was an old foe, one that Andor knew to be creative and cunning. This man before him was an unconventional warrior who'd use of the force was impressive, yet now that Andor had experienced it once, was predictable. As the Dark Lord approached, the tip of his blade still sending up curls of scalding steam, he noticed the water around his opponent.
At first it was just a ripple, but as time went on, and as Andor got closer, the ripples became waves as the Sith could feel the Force being drawn into Adi. It was clear the water would be the vehicle through which Adi attacked. Andor could feel Adi reaching out with the Force, but it was evident the Sith Lord himself was not the target. Of course, there was time to intercept Adi's attack, to distract him and maybe even end him before the fight began, but that would be too easy.
He stepped forward again, and there was a rush in the Force. Andor jumped to his right, his body going just high enough into the air to avoid the numerous spouts of water that erupted from the pool and were thrusted forward to turn Andor into a pincushion... But Andor was already gone.
His body gracefully landed back into the pool, sending up a splashes of water as he stood at Adi's ten o'clock position with a smirk across his thin, blood red lips. The darkside of the force was building around him, driving deep within in, fueling him. It would be unleashed upon his opponent soon... but not yet.
"Sloppy." He chided, clicking his tongue in the typical manner of disappointment. "Surely you can do better."
So this wasn't gonna be quick.....the man had improved a little, apparently. No matter, the result would still be the same. Andor would be on the ground, and Matango would be walking away having a smoke. The water spikes may not have worked, but the man was building something big. His reluctance to use the force, and the building darkness around them was a testament to that.
Patience was now the game....a little time to recoup.
"Oh, yes...That was my best. Whatever am I to -do- now?"
Adi was of course feigning fear. One attack failing meant little in the grand scheme of things. He slowly began to circle to his right, always keeping eye contact, along with his guard up. The water attack had taken some concentration, but Adieumus also had ample time to build it beforehand....it hadn't been as taxing as it -could- have been without that early time to prepare. Again, Adi was prepping...but this time, it was to keep himself from being attacked through the force.
Anything else? The Arkanian was pretty darn sure he could handle. Time was on his side.
Andor rolled his eyes at Adi's poor acting and smirked. His muscles were tense, ready for anything and his mind was open to the Force, constantly drawing on its rich, dark power.
And so they continued.
Adi began to circle around Andor in a counter-clockwise direction, but Andor turned with him, keeping his left side to Adi, matching his stride, but with each step, he inched closer to his opponent. The two circled each other for what seemed like an eternity but was only a matter of seconds as the tension continued to build, the air growing thick. The steam that continued to rise from the water, heated by Andor's blade, began to grow thicker between the two combatants.
He continued to inch closer to Adi, every step bringing him closer to a striking distance with his blade. It was a dangerous game. Andor's movements were subtle as his right hand (shielded behind Andor's turned body) flicking motion of his middle finger, sent a small but direct telekinetic flick to the center of Adi's forehead. No bigger than the size of his fingertip, the telekinetic wave would have the blunt force equivalent to being hit in the head by a baseball bat, with various opportunities for injury.
Then, he lunged forward on his left foot, his left arm extending forward thrusting the crimson blade for Adi's center mass, his right hand staying close to his body in case a quick counter attack was needed.
Adi had been watching every movement that Andor made closely. His eyes especially watched the hands of the Sith....well, at least the one he -wasn't- hiding. When the finger flicked, Adi felt the ripple in the force, and ducked. It was apparent that the darksider had learned a few of Matango's own tricks, one of them being a 'force flick'. With the buildup behind it though, the flick would more than likely pack more of a punch than what Matango liked to use. By bending his knees, and changing his elevation, he was able to clear himself away from the projected attack.
Pity...it was for naught. The blow went over Adi's head. It might have hit someone else, but to a practitioner of projected fighting, anticipation of where an attack might be landing is part of learning the technique....Adi would test whether Andor had learned a very important part of projected fighting later. Right now? It was time to show off a little bit. Standing back up, Adi waited for the inevitable closing.
As Andor thrust inward, Adi sidestepped clear, and stepped in with a burst of force speed. Andor would be in full extension for the thrust when Matango moved to the space right in front of him should this attack work. Still enveloping his being in the enhancing force, Matango attempted to wrap his right arm around the left arm of the sith. In one fluid motion with the grab, Adi's left hand snapped to his saber, tearing it from its home on his hip, and flipped it upward, toward the tricep area of Andor's left arm in an attempt to sever it from the man's body.
If it actually worked, this attack would take the man's weapon arm off at about midpoint at the upper arm. With the speed Adi had used, he would appear nearly a blur. Sure, it taxed his reserves, but maybe....just maybe...it would land. If so, it would be exertion well-spent.
Adi was a skilled warrior, that much was certain. It was something that Andor even respected the man for. But no warrior, no matter how skilled, was invincible. Adi was clever, but, in the heat of battle, he had overlooked a simple factor, which ultimately could prove his downfall...
Andor's left hand extended, the crimson blade searing forward in its intended thrust when Adi all but disappeared from sight, evading to Andor's left before stepping in. The speed, enhanced by the Force, was not one Andor could match this quickly. The Sith didn't think, he just reacted, letting the Force guide his movements.
He turned to face Adi, but already, he could feel Adi's arm wrap around Andor's arm, locking it in place. Andor let his lightsaber fall from his grasp, the crimson blade deactivating and the black hilt falling into the water with a small splash.... Whew, good thing it was waterproof!
Although his arm was trapped, his hand, and his wrist were still mobile, and as such, Andor twisted his wrist in an effort to grab at Adi's right arm just above the elbow. If even the briefest contact would be made, the impact on Andor's palm would activate his neuro-shock hand, which would emit a neuro-shock that would impede all communications between Adi's right arm and the central nervous system, rendering it useless.
There was a snap-hiss as Adi's lightsaber roared to life, itching to take off Andor's own left arm at the bicep.... But Adi would find himself in quite the predicament. The blade made contact with the Sith's arm, but would find resistance as it clashed against the lightsaber resistant material laced within his prothetic arm. In an instant, Adi's lightsaber would most likely short out.... leaving him exposed.
Pressing the advantage, Andor stepped forward with his right leg, into his opponent's guard. With a flick of the force, Andor pressed the ignition switch of his second lightsaber which was strapped to his right arm. His arm shot forward towards Adi's midsection, the crimson blade searing out of his sleeve at near point-blank range, as the black hilt fell into his awaiting palm. Then, he followed through with a slash to his right. If the blade had pierced Adi in it's initial thrust, then the slash would go through the right side of Adi's midsection, and if the thrust was unsuccessful, well, it could still cleave off Adi's left arm in the wake of the lightsider's failed attack.
The Force swirled around the Sith Lord, as he continued to augment his power, waiting to unleash it on his opponent at a moment's notice, a smile breaking out on the Sith's face.
His saber met resistance, and flickered. From his own experience with cybernetics, Adi knew immediately what it was....cortosis. Dropping the now-useless saber from his right hand, and still at full force speed, Matango ducked forward, underneath the extended left arm. He kept the grasp he had around the lower bicep/tricep area, crooked in his own left elbow.
He was now weaponless. Adi knew he had to end this quickly, or risk having the tables turned in the opposite direction of how the last incursion had gone. Already Andor had shown marked improvement in his combat skills...and without his lightsaber, Matango was going to have to really turn up the heat on the darksider.
Hopefully, he had been able to duck under Andor's arm, along with keeping the grip he had gained on it. If so, Adi would now be kind of behind, and to the inside, with his neck underneath the upper arm of the cybernetic appendage. With the speed he was moving, he heard the snap hiss of another lightsaber crackle into the air where he had been standing not moments ago. It was sheer dumb luck that Adieumus had thought to advance, instead of backing off. As he was positioned, his right leg was behind Andor's left for stability. His neck would be placed under the other man's armpit....using that as the pivot point, and Andor's trapped arm as the lever.
The maneuver Adi was trying to pull off was sort of a throw, over his shoulders, using the trapped left arm as leverage. If he could snap Andor over, Matango would attempt to get him face down in the water with the attack, and hold him there, again, using the arm as leverage. With the speed giving momentum to Adi's movements, it would take some of the weight away from the move. If each part of the maneuver went as planned, the Arkanian would simply hold the darksider under the shallow water until he ceased all movement, doing whatever necessary to accomplish this. Drowning wasn't exactly an honorable way to go, but perhaps it was fitting....
...Andor had already drowned the planet in the blood of its own innocents.....
Things were moving quickly, and at the speed Adi was moving, Andor didn't have time to think. The Sith Lord had given himself to the Force, letting it guide his movements, with the Dark warrior acting on instinct alone.
Andor's lightsaber had ignited, but missed its target by a hair's breadth as Adi had continued moving forward, ducking beneath Andor's trapped arm. So now it was going to turn into a grapple. Immediately, Andor felt the pressure under his arm, as Adi put in the strength to lift the two hundred and twenty-ish oh pound Sith into the air in a flip. His feet left the ground, and Andor smiled.
Being a master practitioner at the fourth, most acrobatic style of lightsaber combat, Ataru, Andor was overly familiar with constant and erratic, changes in momentum, and naturally, he was able to adapt to them to make them his ally. Feeling the change in his momentum, Andor did not fight it, but instead, he went with it. His right hand released its hold on his lightsaber, but this time, it remained lit and in the air, as Andor held onto it with a telekinetic grip. Adi was moving fast, and already, his back was to Andor's levitating blade. There'd be no way for the lightsider to react in time, if he even noticed what was happening.
Andor's body rose into the air, his feet surpassing his head. At this moment, Andor was at the apex of the flip and above Adi's head. As his body rose to this point, the lightsaber blade began to spin at an incredible speed, the crimson blade becoming a crimson circle, searing to burn through Adi's midsection from behind multiple times, aiming to bisect him in half at the waist with each rotation.
Hopefully, Adi would be dead before Andor hit the ground.
From the point of the saber starting to spin, Adi knew this was really gonna hurt.
The spinning weapon caught Matango at about his second rib from the bottom on the right side, digging until the weapon hit the replaced ribs of the Arkanian. During the fight with Carnifex years ago on Honoghr, Adi had been severely injured, causing the ribs on his right side to need replacement. All but the top rib had been replaced with a coated phrik woven prosthetic.
It was so long ago, and yet, the intuition then had truly paid in spades.
The move continued, however, as the momentum carried over from the bled-off speed, lost almost simultaneously as the saber had made contact. The darksider's weapon had torn into Adi's torso on the side from front to back, cutting and cauterizing a wound down to the replaced ribs. As the throw would continue, Matango would collapse on top of his foe, unless something diverted their trajectory.
As Andor would possibly hit the water, the former Jedi would try to stay on top of him, to hold the other man under the shallow pool. With the damage he had just taken, Adi needed to do -something-, and fast. Drowning was as good as any way to die.
His right side was almost -literally- on fire now. The entire maneuver had stretched open the burned flesh, and it now was seeping from dozens of tiny rips in the cauterization of the saber. The water, too, was softening the seared flesh, and allowing it to bleed even more.
This was most certainly not going the way it was supposed to.
Everything was happening so fast, and next thing the Sith Lord knew, he had taken a last second inhalation, filling his lungs with oxygen as he was thrown into the water. The cool, wet liquid overtook him, as he fell face-down into the pond. There was a weight against him, threatening to hold him beneath the water's surface as Andor sensed Adi's pain spike.
The pain radiated from the lightsider, and Andor drew it in. He welcomed it and he savored it, letting it invigorate his mind and body. Andor knew he couldn't hold his breath forever, but he had anywhere between thirty and sixty seconds before the threat of drowning would become serious: and that was more than enough time to react and to finish off Adi for good.
Adi sat on top of him, Andor's arms out to his side, pushing flat against the bottom of the pond, fighting to push upward and to lift Andor's body above the water. It seemed that Adi and Andor were of the same build: both of them built for speed over strength, and as such, Andor wasn't entirely sure he could overpower Adi to the point of getting his head above the water... But one could hope.
But the Sith Lord's attention wasn't focused on his strength, but instead, his mind was still connected to the crimson lightsaber that had just struck itself into Adi's midsection. Now, it hovered in mid-air above the two combatants, with the hilt just out of Adi's reach so he would be unable to grab it. With just a simple thought, it began to spin again, this time, in a clockwise direction. The lightsaber became a crimson circle yet again as it fell down with the intention to cut through the middle of Adi's head, horizontally, then the neck, then the torso, and so on and so forth as it fell down to the water.
Even if Adi had the time to react to the blade behind him, he would have to make a crucial decision: either be carved like a Thanksgiving turkey, or dive off of Andor to get out of the way.
The throw landed, and not even giving a chance for the other man to do anything, Adieumus began to literally -pound- his fists into the back of his head to keep him under. Right, left, right, left...just to ensure nothing else would come spinning at Matango....He shifted his weight to better land the hits to the man's head.
Right, left...for the pain Adieumus felt from his saber wound...
Right, left...for the damage the darksider had caused to the people of this peaceful planet....
Right, left...for the blood that had been shed in the name of what basically amounted to religion, yet again....
Right...left....for the pain served at the end of this man's weapon, time and again.
Adieumus would continue to throw heavy blows at the back and sides of the man's head, even the upper part of his neck. Andor would try to push himself up, of course, but Adi couldn't allow that. There was no turning back, this man could not be allowed to come up above the water. As he threw the punches, the Arkanian would be kind of 'bouncing' on the man's back somewhat, to add difficulty in getting himself together....more weight to push up from. The longer Adi could keep him under the water, the better....
