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Post by Sidro Haanc on Aug 9, 2006 0:00:28 GMT -5
Sidro moved into the street following his former student, felling the sting of the anger in her voice when she said "master", and walked down the street, not a word spoken at first. After a while Sidro noticed something in a upcoming ally, and knew that Kayura was right to suspect the Jedi Master. Sidro felt out with the force and found it to be true, he waited till they got further away, and then started talking.
"I was called many things during my travels in this life, scum, hero, devil, and saint. Even a traitor, which is why I assume you are here. But know this," He turned to Kayura "I did not mean to bring any harm to you, you were someone I cared about. I know my leaving caused you trouble and brought you shame. But I could not go through with slaughtering innocence. No matter what the cause." Sidro paused his story and glanced at her, wondering what she thought.
"I should have told you, I wanted to tell you, but you were to loyal to the Order, I am strong, to stronge according to some, but I couldnt fight the entire order on my own." Sidro drew a breath and continunied his stroll down memory lane, reacounting the entire thing to Kayura.
(the Italic is a memory, being told to Kayura.)
Sidro moved quickly and found his students room. She was sitting in her chair meditating, not normally something a Sith would do, but she didnt have a normal master either. He moved over and sat in front of her and she opened her eyes. Sidro wondered what she was thinking and wondered again, if he was making the right choice. But it was to late now, and it didnt matter anyways his mind was set. He and his student talked for a couple hours, about life, philosiphy, and training tips. Sidro hated what he was going to do to her, but he had little choice in the matter, there was not enough time to convince her to leave.
After they were done talking she went to sleep, he sat there watching her and stood up, it was time to leave. "Be stronge younge one, and never let them destroy who you are, dont let them take away that courage." He whispered to his student as he lightly touched her forhead. Then he turned and left, without looking back.
That night 35 Sith knights died trying to stop him and capture him, but still Sidro Haanc slipped away, vanishing into the night. Leaving a mess in his wake, in more ways than one, he only hoped his student could handle what would happen to her, due to his mistake. That, and that she wouldnt hate him, but the last he knew was only wishfull thinking. Thus Sidro Haanc was Sith no more....
Sidro paused to breath and then turned again to Kayura. "I am not Sith, but I am not your emeny, is it not to late...for you to accept my apology?" Sincere pain and sorrow touched his voice as he talked. But now all he could do is wait.
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Post by Kayura on Aug 9, 2006 9:42:29 GMT -5
Now no longer having to hide completely, and knowing that in spite of the Jedi not more than three blocks away in the alley, now was her chance. As the illusion was dropped with masterful ease, a chill descended around her. It was an unnatural chill, one that caused her breath to plume as if this were the surface of Hoth...and yet, it was the other extreme, this was Tatooine, a desert planet.
There was a melodic, dark laugh as she retorted, "An apology, now of all times, you wish to apologize. I'm lucky I still have my head where nature put it because of you. You betrayed us all, and worst of all, me. "
She knew her aura was visible to all. She had served her purpose as the hound in the hunt. As she was speaking with pluming, velvet voice, she was a walking beacon, leading yet more of her kind straight to him. No, she was not going to suffer further shame and risk her life...not for a traitor. With a sigh, seeming almost regretful, she added, "If it were my choice to make, I would say this was the end of it here and now: that we'd come to an agreement that you wouldn't betray any of the secrets of the order. However, you and I know that's not the way this works and that in this matter, my hands are tied. This is no longer my choice to make."
It was by virtue of her talents that she had encountered the ghost of a former Sith master, a Miraluka man. Their ability to see with the Force now offered her a second sight as she tried it out for perhaps the second time. In those breif moments her eyes blinked against the breeze, the world became a dark and dismal world of black and gray. There was a strange sight before her in her former master...there wasn't one color, but two that seemed to form in an odd mix about him. Where the Jedi off in the distance was a solid and bright blue, this man was a mix of swirling reds and blues.
In a few more blinks, she noticed the red auras that spoke of the others. They were approaching quickly and they appeared to be armed.
Her eyes stayed open and the war computer still ran at full speed, waiting to see what his next move was. Her hand was drifting slowly closer to the hilt of the blade that screamed for her to strike. She wasn't about to pull any punches, even if the traitor was waxing apologetic.
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Post by Sidro Haanc on Aug 9, 2006 17:19:13 GMT -5
Sidro Haanc moved stopped and waited, he knew that it wouldnt be long before the other Sith arrive, and he didnt want to put the innocent at risk. "I know that you cannot change what is going to happen, and part of you doesnt want to. I really do understand, remember I trained you. But this is more than just good or evil. You know I would never speak of the secrets of the Sith to the Jedi, as the Jedi know I would not betray them. I am not part of either faction, a outsider." He looked around at the people who didnt know about the terror about to come down on their land. "I wont die here, there is too much left to do, but if you insist on defending your honor, and regain your status as the best. I will fight you, but I refuse to kill you." He looked around more to make sure no one was to close.
Then he drew his saber and turned to Kayura: "Dont let the Order change you. It tried to change me, and I let it." He ignited his saber with a hiss, and stood in a defensive position. "Now.....If you still wish to draw your sword, let us cross blades one last time." His eyes were now sharp and his mind working in overdrive, anticipating his former students next action.
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Post by Kayura on Aug 9, 2006 20:12:36 GMT -5
The coldness around her grew not only in range, but intensity. It was an earmark of the skills neither master taught her. This was instead the by-product of years of self-training. She drew her scimitar, the metal ringing almost melodically as it sang for blood. A wave of bloodlust washed over her and there was a brutal coldness that came over her abyssal black eyes.
Any other Sith would have given in, and fought like a fool. She had long learned the art of the Sith sword, and mastered that bloodlust. Her extra senses merged with her mortal senses until they were almost inseparable. Her breath plumed in the bright desert afternoon in an apparent paradox, "I already said it before: my hands are tied. If it had been blackmail, if it had been some twist of the arm or madness, I could have understood. However, you were sober, sane and not under any duress that I could sense. That makes you a willfull traitor. You know the Articles of Law. That wich keeps us out of anarchy is what dictates this course of action. "
She knew drawing the scimitar served only one purpose, it was an instrument of death. In the hands of a Necromancer it was second only to a scythe in power and served as a focal point. Now she didn't care if that Jedi was able to see. There were more terrors that lie in wait as her comardes approached and took up sniping positions on the rooftops above. They were about to see the true terror of her rare breed in action.
Her face drained of the normal golden tan hue and turned an ashen gray. Her very lips formed a necrotic blue smile, the arc matched only by the graceful curve of that arcane blade. The Sith runes spelling it out to those who could read them, I belong to the Gateway to Those Who Came Before. Her voice was melodic, if still in that velvet whisper. "I am not dark, I am the night..." Great power was being chaneled to a single point. "...I am not afraid, I am fear..." Her voice now took on power, the power of an empress, "I cannot die, for I am death..." The air now took on the smell of rotting flesh, causing all of the bystanders to run in disgust. It seemed that voices from the other side were heard to laugh maniacally. "I am a Necromancer, Lord and Master of the many dead, let my power be felt on both sides of the Veil, let my fear, anger, and hate wake the dead from their slumber and let my wrath be as Armageddon to those who stand in my way. Such be the power, grace and fury of the Necromancer in the arts of the Sith, those who practice the Art of the Scythe. In the laws of Stealth and Silence, the Force shall set me FREE!"
There was now a surge in the Force that made her aura take on new and wicked depths far and above any her former master would have expected. The bloodlust seemed now to be but a lit match in a room full of gas fumes. If her current master could sense it through the training bond, it would have been more than he would have suspected.
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Post by Leto on Aug 9, 2006 20:48:51 GMT -5
Leto tried to control his shock when the Sith drew upon the force in a way he had not see every. It was a terrible way, and even he knew that only true darkness could come from that. Even as he watched this something caught his eye.
" Aww.. It seems our Sith are not intirely as dense as we thought. She has called upon aid. Hmm... This is not what I had wanted..."
Leto breathed a sigh of regret as he took off his robe, and stepped out into the street. He turned back to R-6 to speak..
" R-6 begin recording.... This is Jedi Master Leto Ameria. The Sith have shown up in the main city, and it is advise that all should leave at once. R-6 send this recording through all com channels. Also send a coded message to Admiral Nagaqa's Fleet. Tell them to head here at once. Get back to the ship at once."
The people in the streets were already running in every direction. They knew when something terrible was about to happen. Leto knew to, and he was not going to allow the planet to be over run with Sith. He walked at a steady pace til he was just feet away from the Sith and Sidro...
* Pulls out lightsaber*
" In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic you are under arrest Sith"
*Ignites Lightsaber*
The Green aura of his lightsabe shined brightly as he arranged it at a angle between him, and the unknown Sith warrior... In his head he was counting the times he had faced the Sith, and of the times never had he been caught off guard like this.
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Post by Kayura on Aug 9, 2006 22:11:32 GMT -5
She didn't even have to turn around. A pair of fingers went to her necrotic blue lips and she loosed a shrill whistle.
In sort order, the guns carried by her comrades were now trained on the Jedi. She drew the blade in a long scratching sound in the sand. A pattern qickly formed in the sand about her feet and an obscuring black cloud descended around her. Where there were only the five Sith before, it seemed that more somehow spewed forth from the blackeness and screamed in dark rejoice at thier apparent freedom.
A chorus of gahstly voices pervaded the stench of necrotic flesh, every bit of it a genuine rupture in the veil that segregated the living from the dead. "We are Freeeeeeeeeee! We live again!" Her voice now some point in the obscuring veil of blackness barked, "Shades, will you let these Jedi stop us?" There was a hellish chorus of screams and wails as the Sith dead seemed to throw an open revolt in the growing cloud of blackness that swallowed both Sidro and that peackock of a Jedi. Her voce was one of the whispers, a telepathic one amid the ghastly screams. Oh boys, there are two of them and four of you, fan your fire and Shoot already!
The onslaught of the dead was like the most pernicious plagues combined. The smell was abhorrent. Flies now gathered for the stench and those not fast enough were swept up and consumed as the dead tried to reconstitute themselves.
The four Sith on the roof who had taken sniper positions began to fire. This was her cover. She took advantage of it. Still given enough power for her link to the Force, she leapt for the same roof where she had the cover of heavy fire.
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Post by Sidro Haanc on Aug 11, 2006 23:49:32 GMT -5
Sidro moved his purple blade and deflected the shots, killing the attackers. "I expected more from the Order of the Grande Sith. But I guess thats why we are here today is it not. Because the Sith were not good enough to stop me." Sidro yelled at Kayura, his blood boiling from the rage inside him. He then drew a second saber and ignited it with a hiss, this time a green blade shot from the hilt.
Sidro turned towards Leto and said calmly. "Leto stay out of this, this has nothing to do with you, my student wants to show me how much she has grown." Then he turned back to Kayura and got into stance, the lights from his sabers, dancing upone his face. "Come Kayura, show me your strength. I always told you," Sidro said with a grim tone, "the only way to tell ones feelings, at least tell a warriors feelings, is in their blade. Tell me your feelings." He stood, waiting for her to move.
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Post by Leto on Aug 12, 2006 5:03:48 GMT -5
Leto quickly began to deflect the incoming shots aimed to killed him. He had expected no less from the Sith. They had never been a group to strike out to were everyone can see, and now he was finding himself torn. Even as Sidro spoke Leto lauched himself to the top of the building to engage to Sith snipers.
" What ever happen to good old saber to saber combat?"
Leto darted into the Sith killing to instantly, but there was still more to handle. While he was fighting he was still trying to remember a time when blasters were considered not part of fighting... He barely caught a Sith attempting ot place a laser blast into his back...
" So uncivilized..."
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Post by Kayura on Aug 12, 2006 15:28:06 GMT -5
Leaping from roof to roof, she abandoned her cover as it crumbled. The war computer was screaming at her that there was a tactical mistake in truly engaging either man. Reaching through the training bond, she sent a telepathic message. Master, we have a problem. The snipers have been liquidated, Jedi interference...high ranking and quite powerful...has sent report to his faction by now...Have made contact with the target. It was cold and precise, even emotionless as she was more focused on the comabt situation than anything else.
She would die before being arrested. That much was clear. If she could make an escape, all the better. In spite of her powers as one who practiced the Art of the Scythe, she was one with a very strong will to live, knowing all too well what lie in wait if she were to die now.
However, the dead were still seeking out whatever means they could to reconstitute themselves. Still prowling the streets, many had taken on semi-skeletal forms as they still shrieked thier ghoulish chorus of fury.
She settled on one rooftop, the blades of her gauntlets now released. In a crouch at the corner of a building, she looked more like some sort of gargoyle than a Sith for the way her hands and feet kept her so neatly perched on a building corner. The voice of her current master answered back, almost thundering in her mind. Jedi interference, hmm? It just occured to me you were working on a new skill set while I wasn't looking. Surely that necromancy of yours would have a way to handle the Jedi menace. As for the target, you know what to do. She nodded silently.
The war computer was running at full tilt again as she formulated a plan. Her master had inadvertently hinted at something. Her black eyes snapped to her first perch as she saw...she smiled. That peacock of a Jedi wasn't too bright after all. The snipers were quite dead by now...and she was a necromancer. There was a spell for what she had in mind, one that could raise the battle-dead. This certainly counted. Pluming on her breath was the poetic verse that was the ancient language of the Sith. Like some call to morning prayer, it echoed in the streets like a song, commanding the freshly-dead to rise again. By now that Jedi was quite surrounded.
Another dark smile formed on her face as she issued another command to the skeletal forms in the archaic language. Perhaps her former master would understand it, perhaps not. "Al-droid, kitabeh! Yim'sheh! Yallah!"
If he was watching, her master would have been secretly impressed for the precision of her attacks. She had attacked in a way that would certainly keep the Jedi busy as the four fresh corpses reanimated and drew crimson lightsabers. The skeletal forms were now seeking out the astromech driod.
All things finally being equal, she knew she'd have to address her former master's challenge. Her voice was no longer a velvet whisper, nor was it a quaking yell, it was a voice with enough power to be heard for blocks as it echoed off of the rooftops. There was a slight lilt to her voice, the accent now quite graceful, "Sidro Haanc, you are a fool. You let appearances dictate your course of action. Were I what I appear to be, I might be stupid enough to directly engage you. However, I am neither what I appear to be, nor am I going to let foolish human emotion dictate my hand. The fact the dead are rising, shouldn't that be indication enough at my progress? Or will I have to command your corpse before it sinks in?"
Now the war computer was primed. It spat out a reminder: 1.) Know yourself... 2.) Know your enemy... 3.) Know the terrain... 4.) Know the enemy's motivations... 5.) Exploit them.
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Post by Sidro Haanc on Aug 13, 2006 1:10:36 GMT -5
Sidro ignored the dead, it was a nice trick. But it didnt change much about the fight. The dead risen had no fighting ability. For they had no soul, and could not properly show thier ability. "Do you think me so easily distracted?" He asked coldly as he slashed easily through the dead. He then saw something in the way she moved. A particular pattern in the places she moved. "And I thought I taught you better than that."
With that Sidro used the force to jump in front of her, and stood face to face with his former apprentice. "Never keep a pattern, always make every decistion at the last moment." He explained to her, again, the basics of fighting. "Becuase a skilled opponent will use any pattern and turn it into a weakness."
Then Sidro made one of those split second decistions and started focusing his mind on Kayura, breaking down the sheilds holding her emotions, and humanity in place, of which there were hundereds. He found the last, and attacked all of them at the same time, while yelling. "Time to feel the pain you have caused all these years!"
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Post by Kayura on Aug 13, 2006 1:29:07 GMT -5
She skidded to a dead stop. She wasn't even aware she had been so predictable. Before she could say another word, think another thought, she had been siezed upon.
It felt like someone decided to ram a Bantha through her forefead as something, obviously her former master tried to tear her shields apart. Naturally the urge to resist was strong and she tried, but alas, her attempt had failed.
Something bore into her, cutting like an acid sword and equally as painful. Whatever fury was in her eyes quickly faded as her entire strategy came crashing down...with it, the dead in all thier forms. That portal that allowed the skeletal dead to come through had collapsed and thier shrieks were heard no more. The four dead on the roof fell as they were. The long and short of it: the war computer had crashed.
The scimitar nearly fell out of her hands as an entire array of emotions left her stunned to the point of being immobilized. For a spit second, there might have been the beginings of a tear, but there was simply too much rushing through her head at once. She heard the voices of the myriad dead, yet was beyond even them as they tried to scream a warning.
There was one command her body would obey: it was the command to run...fast and very far. She was in far too vulnerable a state with the opposition and so deadly a target close by. Her eyes jammed shut and a horrid harpy scream issued, shaking the building and the city around it. The echo reported for at least a mile for the sheer power of her mortal voice.
Just like that, the grip on the scimitar returned, a fury burned in her eyes. It was a primal fury that spoke of being trapped. She wasn't the sort to be afriad often, but now she was showing a mix of all the emotions needed to truly work her craft, yet all she could do was run. Before anything else could happen, she becmae a red and black streak over the rooftops of Mos Isley.
The battle was his that day, but the dead knew there would be yet more to come. Those would be far more intense.
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Post by Leto on Aug 13, 2006 17:52:37 GMT -5
As Leto turned to find Sidro again the dead bodies of the Sith rose and looked very darkly at Leto... Leto himself looked very interested in the turn of events.
" Now this is new... I suppose that we can not talk this through?"
The Sith drew there lightsabers and began there attack.. Like a fast wind Leto swung his saber to be theres, and even as he cut them they rose again, but in a even stranger turn of events the dead screamed then crashing down to the ground again... Leto was not at all liking the situation, and he knew that this was trouble. He quickly jumped from building to building finally reaching Sidro...
" I know that you past is very secret, but that woman is a danger to the galaxy.. She must stopped, but for now you must come with me.. You absenses from the order is not taken lightly... Charges have been made againist you, and you must answer to them... I do not wish to take you by force, but I will do what must be done."
Even as he spoke the sound of a familar voice came through his com badge... Admiral Nagaqa had arrived...
" Master Leto... We have assumed orbit around the planet... What orders do you need to have done?"
" Have the drop ships make a sweep of the planet... We must make sure the Sith have truely left the planet."
The admiral signaled his response and then it had begun.
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Post by Sidro Haanc on Aug 14, 2006 0:41:14 GMT -5
Sidro stood, watching his student flee into the darkness, suddenly Leto's words started to reach his ears, and he looked at the master. "If I refuse, do you think you could take me in?" He asked the master coldly. "Also I do not think she will be a threat for a while....not now anyways, and when she is a true threat, she will seek me out. For revenge, and for answers. She is my problem." Feeling a darkness surround him, Sidro quickly calmed himself and ran through a list of possibilities, including every possible variation that could happen if Sidro faught against Leto. Sidro was more experianced, but did not think it would be an easy battle, nor did he forgett that killing Leto would bring the entire republic down upon him. The Grey Jedi were not ready for that kind of fight so he decided to go along with Leto for now. But already made a note to pay attention for a chance to escape.
Sidro nodded then spoke: "Ok Master Leto, let us go, and I will face the Council, or the Senete, or whoever has a problem with me. But I want it on the record I went peacfully." He added the last more as formality. He knew that it wouldnt have made a differance if he went peacefully or was hog tied, he deserted the Republic and the Jedi. To them, he was the worst kind of person. But none of that mattered, he pulled out his sabers and held them out to Leto.
But none of that mattered, he pulled out his sabers and held them out to Leto. Since he was allowing them to take them, might as well go all the way. But his eyes held power in them, he would get the chance to talk to the Jedi as well. He would get both disscustions out of the way.
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Post by Leto on Aug 14, 2006 11:30:55 GMT -5
Leto smiled at Sidros words... Indeed Sidro was more advanced in the force than Leto, but Leto had prepared for such events...
" I do think it would make for a interesting fight, but you would lose in the end... At any rate I shall hold on to your sabers, and we shall discuss this more on the way to our next destination."
Leto looked again up into the sky, and soon a republic shuttle was descending towards them escorted, by several fighters. Jedi starfighters by the looks...
" It seems our ride has come... As for this Sith female she is a direct threat to the Jedi order, and to the Republic... She will be dealt with in due course... Alot has changed since you left my friend, and much still is yet to change...."
Leto stepped onto the now open shuttle, and waved for Sidro to follow... There journey was not over yet, and much was still to be done.
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Post by Sidro Haanc on Aug 17, 2006 0:26:33 GMT -5
Sidro shook his head and entered the ship, he had no problem with this course of action. This is the way the force guided him and if he died, then another Sultan would take command of the Greys. He was just another person and had no importance that he could see.
"So Leto my friend, can you tell me what awaites me at the council? Death? A talking to? maybe a time out?" Sidro looked more upset (sarcastic upset) about the last two. His life was a full one, and he had revived the Grey Jedi, the Order that brought balance to the Force. He had done more than any 3 men, and could die in peace. He waited for a reply as he prepared for whatever awaited him at the council.
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