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The Streets Just Outside the Jedi Temple
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Adrian Lynd [ Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:35 pm ]
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Dawn had broken on a new day and the sun was still an infant in the morning sky, it's beautiful glow turning the clouds orange with warmth and bringing a sense of rejuvenation to all that inhabited the city planet. The sun hit the spires of the Jedi temple lighting the hall of Knighthood within one of the spires and bringing in a new day in the Chambers of The High Council.

This was a day for chaos, a day for destruction. Adrian Lynd, came running towards the temple in a dead sprint, he had splashed water on his face to make it look as if he was sweating profusely. He came closer to the temple, 100 meters and still sprinting, his heart racing but his mind sound. Fifty meters, he was almost in rage, he threw a look of panic on his face as he neared the temple twenty meters and he stopped and grabbed a gentleman walking in front of the temple.

You have to help me Sir! They're after me! Off in the distance a timed blaster fires right past Adrian's head as he pulls the man to ground to dodge the "attacker's" blaster bolt.

Please sir, THE SITH, they are after me! Save me!

The Man grabbed Adrian by the arm and lifted him up and started running towards the temple with him, once on temple grounds Adrian stopped causing the man to fall slightly. The sixteen year old takes a lightsaber hilt presses it against the man's throat and ignites the blue blade.

The Jedi killed you my friend, I thank you for you 'assistance...'

Adrian let the lightsaber fall with the man, he was armed with his own weapons anyway and the murder weapon was clearly a Jedi hilt.

He wore blue jeans and black leather jacket, he was not a Sith in appearance not today. Today he would infiltrate the Jedi temple and take two hostages with him to Korriban to meet up with his master.

What has the sun brought with it today?

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Darth Krysis [ Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:43 pm ]
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*The newly constructed Jedi temple brought many new eyes upon the city, for in another section outside the temple stood a hooded figure in a shadowed alley, a gauntleted wrist held in before him. From the gauntlet rose a holo projection of the latest news.*

::... and the question everyone has been asking is 'when will the Jedi finish their long awaited return?' Recent reports suggest that the lengthy migration has started, but there is no speculation on when the old Guardians of the Republic will finally settle in there former place. And what problems will the Jedi bring with them. By all historic accounts, the Jedi are known for having a large portfolio of enemies. Will their return bring more harm to the Capitol City? And what effect will the Jedi have on local politics? A recent poll tells us-::

*The holoprojection collapsed in on itself as Darth Krysis looked up toward the temple. His expression was unreadable under the heavy battle mask, but it was clear that the warrior was studying the new construction.*

Will the Jedi bring you harm? Yes. You harbor them. You reap what you sow.

*With that, the Sith warrior turned from the temple and headed back into the alleyway. It was a good sidetrip, but he had work to do elsewhere in the city. Information to find. And there was one place in particular that was the greatest source of information in the galaxy. If it still stood intact....*

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Derry Angeles [ Wed Aug 17, 2011 12:24 pm ]
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It was often Derry's habit to wake up early. It wasn't always his habit to wake up quite this early, but the seventeen year old Padawan made a point of routinely varying his sleep-schedule. Sudden assignments weren't an everyday occurrence, but they were part of life for the young linguist and diplomat. Derry never knew when he might be called to pack up and head offworld, or even just to the senate building at some strange hour. Practicing flexibility about his internal clock was another way of honing himself as far as Derry was concerned. It was also rare enough for both Derry and Arty to be consistently at the Temple at the same time, that the diplomat's irregular schedules didn't usually affect his roommate that much.

Consequently, the Lorrdian teen had gone to bed a couple hours earlier than normal and gotten himself up this morning at 0300. He'd grabbed clothes, padded past his sleeping roommate's bed and left the room, gone to hit the showers, and grabbed something to eat. By 0400, Derry had returned to his room and chucked a pillow at Arty's head because he could.

"C'mon. Let's go for a run."

By the time dawn was breaking, the pair of teenage boys were outside in the Temple Precinct, not quite racing, but never quite yielding to each other. Derry wore gray exercise clothes instead of something especially Jedi-ish, but he had his lightsaber hilt on him like always. The long Padawan braid in his eye catching red hair was hardly subtle either.

The older of the two Jedi students hadn't felt any shifts in the Force before the first shot and scream rang out. But whether it was a coincidence or not, Derry and Arty weren't far from the Temple public entrance when the cry happened. Flashing a concerned green-eyed glance towards Arty, Derry didn't spend any breath on saying anything, but knew they were on the same page. By the time the two Padawans had sped around the last corner towards the scene, Derry saw a teenage boy in jeans and a leather jacket, standing next to a fallen man who was obviously dead. The nearest half-dozen troopers who'd been stationed near the Temple's public entrance were also making their way to the scene from the opposite direction. Unlike Derry and Arty, the Temple security personnel on duty would have actually seen the murder of the man on Temple grounds.

Derry knew that, whatever happened (and the sight of one teenager and a man murdered by a lightsaber didn't look good at a glance), that there'd be more backup before long, but he didn't know anything about who was watch duty that morning. For the first few heartbeats after they'd turned the corner and come close enough to slow down, Derry swept his gaze across everything to decipher whatever had just happened.

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Arty Orspach [ Thu Aug 18, 2011 1:38 pm ]
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Arty heard the screams too and saw the young man standing before a fallen body. What had happened here? The clones clearly knew and Arty had not really sensed a spike in force energy so…what was going on? The sixteen year old shot a quick glace to his slightly older friend and sprinted towards the scene as fast as his legs would carry him. There was back up in the clones if this got bad and Arty knew his first priority was to the safety of everyone around and possibly the teenager standing over the body, possibly.

The Padawan thought for a few brief moments about the situation as he approached the scene. There was something wrong with this, he had heard the blaster shot but the young man standing over the body appeared to be totally un-phased. In fact he appeared calm, cool and collected. Especially calm for someone who just witnessed a murder.

As the two Padawan’s got closer the young man turned his head just enough,for Arty to catch a glimpse of his eyes. They were in fact quite red, which meant only one thing for a human.

Without a second wasted Arty’s matte black lightsaber hilt was already in his hand. Two hundred feet to go before they were on the young man Arty turned to his head to Derry quickly and uttered a single word.

“Sith…”

Arty unlike his slightly older friend chose to work out in his black Jedi robes minus his cloak. It was his belief that training in robes offered the most benefit as that was what he would be wearing the majority of the time he would be in combat. Today he also had the advantage of wearing his utility belt which contained the knife his master had bought for him so long ago on Tattooine, perhaps it would come in handy today…

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Adrian Lynd [ Thu Aug 18, 2011 1:39 pm ]
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Clones and Ji’dai, this was not going according to plan. What were they doing out this early in the morning? Osik, absolute kriffing osik! The clones were much closer to him at the moment but posed the least threat, it was the Jedi that caused him the most concern. His mission was not going to succeed not now, not today. The young Sith had to act fast, immobilizing the clones was his first priority, they were far closer and easier to dispatch of.

Adrian quickly raised his left hand and let out a mighty force push on the squad of clones that was nearly on him. He saw the hilt of the taller Padawan’s lightsaber fly into his hand, Adrian quickly spun around as his coat tails flew up into the air as two lightsaber hilts flew into his hands; red blades escaping from their prison’s as soon as his fingers hit the ignition switches. Now was not a time to fight, now was a time to intimidate, escape and head back to the drawing board. Escape time, the morning shuttle bus would be pulling up in front of the temple any minute now.

Adrian began backing up slowly but ready to face the Jedi that quickly approached him.

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Derry Angeles [ Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:56 pm ]
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The six armored troopers were thrown back with a good deal of telekinetic Force. Two smashed into walls, while the other four were propelled backwards for over twenty feet until gravity eventually caused them to hit the ground. The four skid for a second, their armor making a harsh grating racket on the pavement, and each scraped themselves to a stop. The two who'd been thrown into walls were winded from the impact and pressure, but none of the men were fatally wounded. Being thrown was something they'd practiced often in sessions with Master Barlo and other Jedi instructors, and there were ways to minimize injury from a fall. The armor helped. Only one of the men had lost his rifle in the impact, and found himself switching to his sidearm. As the others gathered themselves one by one, with relative quickness, the soldier brethren braced themselves and targeted weapons on the Darksided young murderer, but did not open fire.

The palm of Derry's hand had been itching and tingling to grasp the hammered texture of his own lightsaber hilt, although the redheaded youth had chosen to put aside that impulse until he saw the clones being thrown and Adrian's twin lightsabers flying into his hands and igniting. His own blade remained unactivated while the seventeen year old frowned and thought his way through possible outcomes of the next few seconds. He didn't have access to the troopers' comm channels right now, but it was a guarantee that other backup would be being called; other Jedi backup if at all possible. If he and Arty occupied the stranger here, then there was a good chance he could be taken into custody. That would be best... Although there was still a significant amount of ground between the two Padawans and the young Sith.

"Killing that man, on our doorstep..." Derry swallowed and spoke aloud in calm Basic, letting sadness color his tone but not dominate it while he stepped closer. His attention was focused on Adrian and the situation, but the Lorrdian turned his vibrant green eyes down towards the dead man, calling as much attention to the fallen stranger as he could. "You don't look happy to see us... But what else could you have wanted to get from that?"

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Arty Orspach [ Mon Aug 29, 2011 10:22 pm ]
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Arty slowed to a walk as he and Derry approached the Sith. Arty shot a glance over to the clones and turned back to the Sith. This Sith could kill the clones with relative ease, that was quite clear and Arty was not about to let that happen. The sixteen year old Padawan looked to his roommate and best friend before turning his head once more to the clones.

Fall back and inform the council immediately, that’s an order. We’ll handle this Sith…

Arty flipped the ignition on his lightsaber and the beautiful bright yellow blade shot out from it’s matte black housing. The Padawan’s eyes locked onto the eyes of the Sith. His worry for the clones safety then shifted to that of Derry, Derry was a diplomat and Arty wasn’t sure exactly how much combat experience his older friend had and he wasn’t sure of his ability either, to his knowledge this was not Derry’s forte.

Yeah I'm going to have to agree with my friend here, it doesn't seem like you thought this one through. Why not surrender now, before the entire order comes out here to get you? Your situation is in fact, quite hopeless at this point.

The Padawan stood very still and not wanting to instigate the situation too much. The last thing he wanted to have to deal with was losing his best friend or getting him hurt. Arty fought off every single urge that came to him, the young Jedi wanted to attack, this Sith was a killer and he needed to be taught a lessen, but Arty refrained. The Padawan looked down at the dead man, there was clearly nothing that could be done.

Sith are treacherous but they aren't stupid Derry, except maybe this one...

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Adrian Lynd [ Mon Aug 29, 2011 10:47 pm ]
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"I like diplomats, it's so much fun to watch them try their skills on a Sith. Really...Derry is it? Derry, you're pretty kriffing stupid if you think you have any chance of reasoning with me."

A dark smile appeared on Adrian's face as he took one step further back as the bus pulled up. The young Sith faked forward taking a Juyo stance.

"If you must know, you two idiots weren't supposed to be out here this early in the morning and neither were those osik head clones. You were right to send them away, but typically stupid of a Guardian at the same time. You're outmatched Ji'dai, very outmatched indeed.

Adrian waited two seconds until he knew the bus was about to start moving.

"Gentlemen as much as I'd like to stay and chat, I have a bus to catch..."

With that Adrian summoned the force to assist him in a backflip that landed him squarely ontop of the double wide bus that was just a mere second away from taking off and pulling away from the Ji'dai. The Sith sneered down at the two incompetent Padawan's. Sixteen and he was nearly a Lord, they couldn't be much different in age and they were lightyears behind him in everything from strength to intelligence. The Sith grinned arrogantly at the two as the bus started to move up and away.

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Derry Angeles [ Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:02 pm ]
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As far as Arty's orders for the troopers went, Derry was confident that the security center and Council had already been informed about the situation here. He'd spent a lot of time studying in the recon headquarters back on Bakura while he was growing up, and he just knew how these things worked. Communications channels were open and people worked together. It's what was supposed to happen. Even so, Derry understood Arty's logic behind sending the troopers away. It was safer that way.

What the redheaded seventeen year old didn't appreciate as much, was everything that came out of Arty's mouth after that. He didn't say anything or stop watching Adrian, but the Diplomat-Padawan had tightened his jaw slightly.

"Ktah Drâhsqystorli..."

The brief phrase that came from Derry's mouth was uttered in Cheunh; within the rhapsodic patterns of which, it was possible to say almost anything with grace and artfulness. If anyone fluent in the language somehow had been close enough to hear the seventeen year old's expressive undertone, he or she would have caught the distinct sentiment of "stupid Guardians."

He hardly had time for that, though. Adrian was going to give them more than enough trouble as it was. Internal fighting wouldn't do them any good, especially with the way the young Sith was still staring at them with that look of arrogant glee. Allowing himself a split second of time to think about it, Derry swallowed and opted to just trust right now. There wasn't time for more than that here anyway, and to give Arty less than that was unlikely to help. They were Jedi. They were well trained. Arty was like his brother, different personality or not. The decisions were all instinctual rather than consciously considered, so none of the thought had taken more than his allotted instant of time. But Derry trusted his instincts; they were trained just for this.

Adrian's fake forwards resulted in the usual snap-hiss as Derry's pristine white lightsaber blade sprang to life from the hammered bronze-colored hilt in his hand, the Lorrdian shifting agilely into a Form VI defensive stance (dominant foot forwards, both hands on on his lightsaber hilt, but ready to shift it to a single-handed grip at any moment, lightsaber blade angled downwards and away from him, ready to sweep up or outwards as needed). As for his face, he relaxed his features and kept his expression cool and unflustered, green eyes attentively meeting Adrian's while he and Arty's intelligence was found lacking.

Adrian's words themselves rolled off of Derry's back like oil on water. He listened to anything the Darksider said, but the insults had little effect. The freckled Lorrdian young man wasn't worried about the Darksider's effects on himself, but he wasn't absolutely sure how coolly hot-headed Arty would be able to take manipulation attempts. Then began Adrian's Force-enhanced backflip, onto the leaving shuttle bus.

"Oi!"

Because of their Darksided peer's grinning stare at them, Derry resisted the tempting urge to give Arty a very chiding shove when he had the chance. Instead, the older of the two Padawans took off, trusting that Arty was more than capable of doing the same.

Kicking off from his left heel even while Adrian was still flipping, Derry drew on muscle to fuel his bound forwards and trusted practice-sharpened reflexes to keep his course true once he set it, applying a quick Force "shove" of pressure against the pavement under him to amplify the momentum that initially threw him into such a whirlwind motion.

The instant Derry reached the curb, he threw all his momentum into using the small edge as a launchpad to shoot himself almost straight upwards. The redhead drew on his quick push-maneuver again, sharper this time. The result was a very high, very efficient, Jump that was firmly augmented by the Force, but not as exclusively fueled by it as an observer might assume.

Things were happening very fast. In the instant of being airborne and vertically higher than the shuttle bus, Derry thrust out his left hand and sharply jerked an equally quick Pull on the roof of the bus itself, as if he was suddenly trying to raise the bus up and over several yards to his level. Everyday physics dictated that when a force was pulling two objects together, and one of those objects was a teenage youth in midair, while the other object was a massive several-ton public transit bus hovering on stable anti-grav engines, it wasn't the bus that was going to move.

And that was the whole idea.

The Pull against the bus rapidly propelled Derry forwards until he was right where he needed to be, at which point the young Sentinel instantly abandoned his Pull and used the slightest bit of Push to ease the shock of his landing. The freckled Lorrdian dropped onto the roof of the shuttle bus a few feet from Adrian, in nearly the same ready saber stance as his previous one, and shot the Darksided teenager an interested look. Derry had no doubt that the communications headquarters would be tracking down the shuttle bus number and comming them to stop; but whether that would happen before they got up to join traffic, Derry didn't know.

"Who said you were done that easy? You got a name?"

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Arty Orspach [ Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:29 pm ]
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Arty had snapped into a Djem So stance the second the young Sith flinched forward. The air was calm this morning, still and cool a stark contrast to the storm that was brewing right here and right now. Adrian's words were caustic and while they bounced off Derry some of them hit slightly off their mark with Arty but still burrowed themselves into his psyche, if only slightly. First and foremost Derry was not a fool, Derry was one of the most intelligent people Arty had ever met and the young Sith's arrogance annoyed Arty greatly.

"Stay calm Arty, he's trying to get to you." The Guardian spoke to himself in his mind, trying to calm himself down and find his center. The Sith was nothing but an arrogant murdering fool and he must pay for his crimes and his insults. "NO!" Not his insults, his insults meant nothing, Arty was a Jedi and words did not effect him in such ways...at least they shouldn't.

With his best friend and brother standing next to him, the young Jedi felt an ever so slight bit of annoyance directed at him. He had done it again hadn't he? He had spoken without thinking and possibly made a bad situation worse. "STUPID STUPID!" The sixteen year old's face tightened and his brow lowered as his eyes narrowed on the murderer before him. "Find your center Arty, this kid has got to be taught a lesson." Good, his thoughts were returning to normal and he was finally leveling off enough to face the Sith with confidence.

It was then, that Adrian performed his acrobatic feat that would likely make a normal person do a double take, Arty however was merely annoyed at the arrogant presumption that the Sith had implied by thinking he could escape so easily. The Sith was facing two Jedi, his acrobatic prowess would have worked quite well on clones but not on two Jedi.

Derry had barely moved before Arty followed his older friend with the exact same idea and purpose in mind.

Oh I don't kriffing think so Sith...

...were the words that escaped Arty's lips as he started his force assisted leap. He came down not a half a second later, standing in a Djem So stance next to Derry. There was a difference in the way Arty stood and the way Derry stood before the young Sith, Derry was Niman in almost every way imaginable, the young Jedi looked nothing short of perfectly balanced with no apparent weaknesses or strengths, perhaps his very nature was a strength in this battle. Arty however, looked, in a word; dangerous, yet somehow level. It was clear the young Jedi was full of suppressed emotions yet somehow he was able to look confident, it was the nature of a Guardian to be rash and at times hot headed, Guardians were in fact the lightside equivalent of a Sith. It was this fact that made battles between Jedi Guardians and Sith to be some of the most violent encounters in the galaxy.

There was clearly a storm brewing inside of Arty, and someone who knew him as well as Derry could catch a slight glimpse of it through the force. The young man was composed, but he was a Padawan and not yet a Knight, he had much to learn about self control, but he was close to Knight level in his abilities, it was really the mental areas that he needed to work on.

Standing next to Derry Arty was biting his tongue, he had so much to say to the Sith, oh he had so much to say to the arrogant little pr** but he was not about to make the same mistake twice, not here, not now, and not with so much at stake. Arty only leveled his gaze on the young Sith's eyes and prepared himself for the inevitable as he waited for the Sith to reply to his older friend's question.

It was the silence in the air that bothered Arty, the bus of course was making some rather interesting noises as were all the other speeders in the area, but the only things Arty could hear were; The beating of his own heart, the humming of four lightsaber blades and the sound of his roommates voice. Now was the time to remain focueds and to not lose himself in his emotions, now was the time to be a Jedi and to bring a Sith to justice.

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Adrian Lynd [ Thu Sep 08, 2011 10:28 pm ]
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Adrian was about to turn away as he witnessed the two Jedi leap forward with clear intent of boarding the bus. The Sith shook his head in arrogant disgust and one might even sense a bit pity for the poor fools who had just committed themselves to a suicide mission. The Jedi landed on the roof of the bus, being double wide it offered a bit more room for a fight than one might think. Adrian stared at the two Jedi menacingly, he was not thrilled that he was going to risk straining himself fighting against these two fools, in fact he was rather annoyed.

Adrian took two steps back to place some distance between himself and the two Jedi as he began sizing them up. The taller younger one was a swarm of emotion, perhaps something that could come in handy later. The young Sith knew that exploiting this weakness would not be difficult if he had some bonding time with the young Jedi. There was something about Arty that Adrian felt, that troubled him, it was the apparent lack of concern for himself. He sensed arrogance mixed with self doubt, but he also sensed a pure sense of duty that could prove dangerous. It appeared that the young jedi didn't care what happened to himself as long as he did what was right. This could be very dangerous indeed, separating him from his older friend and exploiting his inner fears would need to be a top priority.

Then there was the shorter red haired and freckled Jedi. Adrian did not feel remotely threatened by the young man's aura or presence in the force. He did however sense a great deal of focus in Derry, it was clear that the diplomat was ready for some aggressive diplomacy.

"Indeed I do have a name Derry, indeed I do. You however are not worthy of letting my name pass through your lips. You are but a weak Jedi who knows nothing of the true power of the force.


I didn't know Jedi condoned suicide my friends? Pity really, I haven't even stretched my hammys yet, I wouldn't want to strain a muscle whilst destroying you both. I have a date tonight and I don't think limping is going to make a good first impression, ahh well. Maybe I'll get pity out of it?"

Adrian shrugged rather nonchalantly as the bus kept moving up and forward. Striking first was never ideal, but Adrian was facing Padawans, not Knights. They could be dangerous yes, but he was facing a Guardian and a diplomat. The difference between the two could not have been more significant if one had ten arms and the other had two. Driving a wedge between them would have to be the strategy here. United, the two Jedi could pose a threat, divided he could conquer them without even breaking a sweat.

Adrian moved forward in his modified Juyo stance lashed out at both Jedi with a high assault on Arty and a mid level swing at Derry. Adrian came to the conclusion that a high attack on Djem So fighter would lead the defender to force Adrian's blade down and try to re-direct the energy of this movement into an assault on Adrian. However, Adrian was prepared for this if it were to happen.

The attack on Derry didn't involve nearly as much thought, Derry was a diplomat and probably a decently skilled duelist, but he was not a guardian, a fact that Adrian knew. The young Sith all but dismissed the older Jedi Padawan as a major threat, but did not totally discount him. In short the attack was meant to keep Derry's blade occupied while Adrian shoved his blade into Arty's chest if things went according to plan...

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Derry Angeles [ Tue Sep 20, 2011 11:57 pm ]
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Calm.

Derry stopped talking. He knew he was being underestimated for the moment; it suited him fine. Arty was the Guardian—given all the factors of his friend's taller stature, personality, and the simple facts of his life and training itself, it seemed obvious (and understandable) that it was Arty with his energy and intensity who going to be the source of the Sith youth's attention for the time being. The logic made sense.

In the meantime, Derry was hardly one to waste the extra opportunity he was being afforded to develop a plan here. When Adrian came at the pair of Padawans simultaneously, seeming to direct the full strength of his attention on his high strike towards Arty, he swept a well executed mid-level swing towards Derry as well. It was neatly and very quickly done, but the fact still remained that Adrian was trying to stir both of them at once with one blade in each hand, while they were also all occupied with keeping their footing on the roof of a speeding city transport. The maneuver itself wasn't a convenient one.

While the Sith's swing came towards him, Derry slid up his pristine white lightsaber blade in a smooth, neat, parry that drew on the economy-of-energy that Soresu was so well known for. It was also well done; the redhead defended himself, but it was patently uninteresting in the grand scheme of things. Niman was the Diplomat's Form after all; its strength came in balance and a constant stream of decisions. For right now, Derry had opted to be very boring.

With all of their respective times away from the Temple, Derry hadn't had many chances to see Arty's combat firsthand recently, but the linguist knew Arty's passion for lightsabers and beadwork; he knew Arty's energy, his skill, and the competitiveness that was generally certain to shine through when he trained. If Arty and Adrian got themselves busy with a dancing flurry of powerful blows back and forth at each other, that would be great, in Derry's opinion. So for these crucial beginning seconds, the older of two Padawans hung back and weighed things while they unfolded, parrying whatever came his way, and making it clear in his actions that he'd defer to Arty's initiative in terms of the opening combat. Derry was clearheaded, and he knew that the Force was there.

The Sith's immediate weakness was that he was trying to fight two Jedi united. An obvious method of amending that, would be to split Arty and Derry apart. Dun Möch and taunting distractions and already occurred to Derry. They were the chiefest reason behind why the redhead had very intentionally not given Adrian any fuel to work with regarding Derry's annoyance with Arty from before. Derry had put that entire thought from his mind as quickly as possible, instead making a mental point of being in as much harmony with his friend and brother as he could. He knew that he needed to take it a step further though, actively, and before their Darker counterpart had opportunity to plant seeds he could manipulate later. So Derry reached out.

As far as telepathy went, the freckled Lorrdian's was honestly nothing especially powerful, but he knew Arty. it wasn't hard to single out his friend's mind, especially not as loud as Arty's currently was, and share a few thoughts amid the flurry of it all. They were brothers, he emphasized, and Derry would be relying on Arty. They'd be relying on each other. Derry made it known to his brother in thought and action, that Arty and the Sith's next few seconds would determine what Derry would do.

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Arty Orspach [ Wed Sep 21, 2011 7:50 am ]
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Silence was golden, Arty's attention was focused on the moment, nowhere else. While his attention was focused on the here and now, his focus was to end the fight quickly before one of the two Jedi was seriously hurt. Arty also knew Derry wel and he could sense what Derry was doing, perfect. Without physically doing it, the Padawan breathed a mental sigh of relief. The absolute last thing he wanted to see happen was Derry being seriously hurt. It wasn't that he underestimated his friend by any stretch of the imagination, but he had never seen him in combat before. It was more of a brotherly concern than anything that made Arty feel a bit over protective of his friend, besides the definition of a Guardian could be described in one word; Protector.

The Sith's attack didn't fool Arty, he could tell from the way the young man moved that he was quite the skilled duelist. So before their blades even made contact Arty knew the purpose of the Sith's attack was to trick him, Arty knew this without thinking. His instincts would take over and cancel out his Djem So reflex to block the blade and parry it downward. Instead Arty would have to rely on his own intuition to parry the Sith's blade upward and to the side. This could accomplish two things; The first being it would force Adrian's arm back and to the side, likely causing his posture to straighten thus throwing him off balance. The second being, it might leave the Sith wide open for a quick and swift kick to the chest. The possible combination of being off balance, speeding through the air on the roof of a speeder and a kick to the chest could mean a very quick end to the fight, and possibly a Sith prisoner instead of a Sith corpse. All of this was the split second decision that was simply instinct for the young Padawan.

Arrty brought his yellow blade up to meet Adrian's red blade in a violent clash, Arty had brought his blade up from a low position so that he could have as much if not more momentum as Adrian did. He was however going to have to outmuscle the Sith, and force his blade to the side to create the opening, given the angle from which he was coming from this was accomplished with a bit of effort. Now, the kick. Quickly, Arty launched a quick half round kick that forced him to balance on one leg while his foot launched forward at Adrian's chest.

Now was a deciding moment, if Arty's kick landed and knocked the Sith down, the fight could be over before it ever really got started. Derry could move in and take disarm or remove the weapon from the Sith's hand, whether or not the Sith would still have his hand was up to Sith. All of this was only going to happen if of course Arty's plan of attack worked well enough.

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Adrian Lynd [ Wed Sep 21, 2011 9:06 am ]
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Well this was interesting, as Derry non-chalantly parried his blade away as he had expected, Adrian became even more confident in himself after correctly analyzing the situation...or so he thought. Adrian was not aware of the close friendship these two Jedi shared, nor was he aware that Derry playing lame duck, was part of the plan. This fight was going to be easy, oh so easy. Adrian almost smiled as his blade made contact with Arty's blade that was about to direct his own blade dow.....up? What the kriff?! Adrian tried to outmuscle the Padawan to no avail as his blade was directed up and away forcing him to straighten his back. Now was not the time to toy with the guardian because, he was clearly more ski....

"AHH"

...lled than Adrian had thought as the sixteen year Jedi padawan's boot smashed into Adrian's chest. The Sith however did not fall back, instead he merely righted himself and took a step back from the situation to analyze it. The Guardian was indeed much stronger than Adrian had realized, not only that he carried himself as a warrior. The diplomat on the other hand fought with the intelligence of a Diplomat, waiting for the right moment like a spider waiting for an insect to fall into it's web. The diplomat clearly knew patience, while the Guardian knew brute force.

Lets try this again, Adrian took a step forward and attacked both Jedi with fury, a high blow at Derry, followed quickly by a low swing at Arty and a plethroa of furious attacks as the Sith pressed forward trying to weaken the pair of Jedi. He knew he was going to win this fight, the Jedi were unworthy of the life's blood they had been given and they were not going to succeed, not here not now. Now as the time for a Sith to win the day and weaken the resolve of the Jedi as whole.

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Derry Angeles [ Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:01 am ]
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During the whole flurried second or two of Derry's hanging back and observing, Adrian had been kicked and made angrier, blows were exchanged, the Sith had moved back, started again; and then all the entire first spate of blows had accomplished was to reset them all back into their starting places and start it again quicker this time, more or less.

The testing wasn't a loss, but it wasn't a strong gain either. The Lorrdian's mind flew while he parried and redirected the flurry of enraged attacks that the Darksider was throwing at both of them. There were two of them, Arty and Derry, and the pair of Padawans were synching into a rhythm with Derry actively matching pace with Arty, giving the young Guardian room enough to take the initiative where he would, but being there as a stable guard against Arty's left side to fill in any gaps. The other young man was not likely to get far this way with the two Jedi working in tandem, but it couldn't last. Derry hardly expected Adrian to just keep it up and be worn down over time; he didn't even expect Arty to settle into a rhythm for that long, let alone the Darksider. Things would have to change.

The bus remained a serious problem. It wasn't so much that they were rushing through the air at high speeds, which all three youths had adapted to, and sooner or later (hopefully sooner), the authorities would get its number tracked down and it would be stopping regardless--The problem was that they were lightsaber dueling on the roof of a crowded and definitively not-saber proof city transit bus. That had to change before someone abused it. The redhead Niman practitioner frowned against the wind in his eyes, the flashing and buzzing of crimson, yellow, and white energy blades crackling against each other, and the whole situation while he kept knocking Adrian's blades down and to the side, away from his own body.

The Diplomat's Form was nicknamed for a reason; balanced as it was between offensive and defense, the expending of energy and its conservation, trained motions and constantly shifting reflexes, and between the Force and combat of physical weapons. Everything in life was about balancing: holding to deeper truths, being clearheaded enough to not forget strengths or weaknesses in the moment, and being quick and flexible enough to react to things while they came; accepting imperfection in the process, but never just settling. A constant stream of choices that he trained to handle, and then trusted himself to make. No doubting.

The wiry seventeen year old was an open channel to the Force. Derry knew, and was peaceful in the knowledge, that his touch on the Force he served was far from the strongest or the most precise among the Jedi. But it was his, he was its, and it was more than enough. Pulling lightly on the Force to draw it in, he let the energies flood into himself hard, mentally rolling with the physical and emotional momentum of their situation, and feeling the Force bolster his balance and reflexes where he needed them.

The three were all moving back and forth on the bus roof, their footing constantly changing from one burst of attack and defense to the next. As they continued the newest quick steps in the exchange of blows and parries, Derry knocked Adrian's latest swing at him upwards (away from Arty) instead of down, and aimed to force up the Darksider's right arm. He abruptly shifted his lightsaber hold from the firmer two-handed grip to a more versatile one-handed grasp, their blades locking and crackling for an instant before Derry was abruptly dropping his down and forwards, towards Adrian's torso but he knew it was more likely to end up hitting near the darksider's shoulder or inner elbow by the time the coming milliseconds were over. The Lorrdian's left hand had snapped down to his side, his fingers clapping suddenly against his palm in a concise but very firm 'beckoning' motion that heaved a telekinetic jerk at Adrian's feet and lower legs. It was a Niman 'Draw Closer' tactic, where a duelist telekinetically grabbed at his opponent and aimed at pulling them into his blade-path.

From here, a thousand things could happen. But unlike when he'd Force-pulled on the bus itself a few moments ago, now Derry's footing was grounded as well as any of theirs could be atop their speeding platform, and their weights were similar enough that it wasn't going to be Derry who physics ended up moving (not from his Pull anyway). The ideal motion was for Adrian's lower extremities to be jerked forwards and upwards, pulling his upper torso backwards and downwards by default. Even if he avoided Derry's white blade, there was still the young Guardian beside him, with his vibrant gold blade, his own mind and energy and self to put into the fight. One of the last things Derry hoped was for this to end up lethal, or even seriously maim, but the Darksider had already murdered one man in plain sight in front of them and they were in a crowded situation that really couldn't be allowed to get worse.

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Arty Orspach [ Tue Oct 04, 2011 10:21 am ]
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With the hissing and crackling of all the blades as they clashed, it was clear that this fight could drag on for a long time, in fact Arty was deeply impressed with his friend's ability. Derry was a far better duelist than the young man had realized. Even so, that wasn't something to be thinking about right this very second.

The young man parried most of Adrian's strikes with ease, some of them took a lot more effort than others and Arty had even launched a few counteroffensives, that had pushed Adrian a few steps back. It really was only a matter of time now before the Sith fell or surrendered, he was clearly going to be beaten, that much was certain in Arty's mind. The Jedi Guardian locked blades with Adrian who forced Arty's blade down and to the Guardian's right, impacting a window on the bus, the glass shattering into a thousand pieces and sprinkling the passengers with dangerous shards of glass. If the driver was not aware of their presence before he sure would be now, this had to stop. Arty quickly raised his left hand to release a force push....only to find Adrian had righted his blade before him and had swung directly at Arty's arm about three inches above his wrist Arty of course tried to right his blade and block it but there was no time as hot energy cut through fabric and smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the Padawan was soon parted with his left hand. Arty screamed in pain, loud enough that the bus driver had heard it, and coupled with broken window, that had only happened a fraction of a second before, the bus driver jerked to the left and the bus lurched violently as Arty had fallen to his knees, his lightsaber still in his right hand. The pain was more than enough to break the concentration of even a Jedi Master, let alone a Padawan as bus lurched, Arty found himself being flung off of the bus and headed straight towards plate glass window on a nearby building....this was not going to feel good.

The young Padawan quickly reacted, he had to in order to save his life, he stuck his blade out and it shattered the glass allowing him to fall through the window and land on some poor startled soul's desk which was covered in glass shards, which entered into the Padawan's body at various points, nothing lethal though as the young man rolled off the desk and tried to stand up only to fall to the floor in pure agony. He needed to breath, he needed to regain composure in order to find a way to get back onto the bus, but for now he was stuck here trying to block out the pain....

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Adrian Lynd [ Thu Oct 06, 2011 9:38 am ]
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Bye bye Jedi, were the only thoughts that entered Adrian's mind as the guardian fell off the bus minus his hand. The young Sith smiled as the bus lurched and he felt his legs being pulled up, in an instant he was flat on his back. His right hand smacking the bus and his lightsaber falling away, he was down to one. Red eyes widened as he realized the situation, quickly the young Sith broke a rule. A rule that had been passed down ever since men had been in existence, a rule so sacred that it was considered an instant revocation of one's man card to break said rule. Adrian was a Sith however and rules really didn't apply to him, especially in dealing with a prissy Jedi.

The young Sith quickly launched a kick directed at a soft spot on the Jedi diplomat, this was of course a last resort and even Adrian felt a little bit bad about doing it, but there were often times exceptions in a life or death scenario. Whether or not the kick made contact Adrian quickly inched backwards and tried to right himself as quickly as he could. The bus was moving in a different direction now and banking, not quite banking hard but it was definitely banking. They were now climbing towards that same building that the other Jedi had just fallen through. Even Adrian was growing sick of the bus and if he was being honest with himself, the young Sith was fairly exhausted. Fighting two Jedi on a moving platform, well it was not the easiest thing in the world, especially for as long as the fight had lasted.

Adrian quickly got back on his feet and he took a defensive posture with a reverse grip on his one remaining lightsaber. His breathing had increased at this point as red eyes stared at the diplomat before him.

"I guess I really knocked your crutch out from under you Ji'dai. Surrender and I'll let you live and we shall part ways. You have showed great skill and courage, but you must realize that alone, you are no match for me. Your friend was but not you, now your fate will be the same as his if you continue this."

Normally a tactic like this would be viewed as stalling in an attempt to buy time. Adrian however was not stalling, he honestly felt he could easily finish off the one remaining Jedi before him without exerting himself too much more. What he was doing, was trying to play off of what he thought could be a lack in confidence. Derry had let Arty do a lot of the fighting early on and lead with the attacks, which to Adrian indicated that Derry was not confident in his abilities. This was a perceived weakness that Adrian jumped on to exploit, if he could play off the possible insecurities and get under his opponents skin, he would in fact defeat him without even swinging his blade. Regardless, with one hand now free, Adrian did have a few more tricks up his sleeve...

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Derry Angeles [ Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:10 am ]
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Arty's injury, the Sith and the Guardian's sudden flurry in their dance, the hand sliced cleanly off, and then Arty falling—All of that happened so quickly and so simultaneously to Derry's own part in the deadly, quick-paced, scene, that the redheaded Padawan was unable to change any of it.

Arty was abruptly just… Not there. He'd fallen and was gone. Even though Derry didn't have a grave reason to suspect his friend was dead (he had more faith in the Guardian Padawan than that), the Lorrdian still had no way to know Arty's current fate.

On the bus rooftop, things were far from over. Derry had pulled Adrian's feet forwards with the Force; a gesture which ended up well-timed considering the rough turbulence of their situation on the speeding air bus. Adrian was on his back, however briefly, and suddenly kicking up at Derry. The Lorrdian's counter-reaction involved sweeping his lightsaber blade quickly downwards, aimed to sweep through Adrian's ankle in a combination of defense and the hopes of disabling the Darksider. However, with the shaking of the bus and the sudden change of incline while the bus banked and climbed higher, both young men were suddenly scrambling to some degree. Within a second or two, Adrian was on his feet again and so was Derry. Green eyes met vibrant crimson ones while the two renewed their defensive stances, and the young diplomat gave the Sith his steady attention.

'I guess I really knocked your crutch out from under you Ji'dai. Surrender and I'll let you live and we shall part ways. You have showed great skill and courage, but you must realize that alone, you are no match for me. Your friend was but not you, now your fate will be the same as his if you continue this.'

Derry's guard was up, but for a second, the Padawan was done with the attacks, done with this whole fight on the bus. Adrian's Dun Möch might have been better suited to pierce an artist whose Gift wasn't language and communication, although the words were chosen well, and still found their way to touch Derry's heart. If anything, though, the effect had potential to be the opposite of what Adrian was hoping—Adrian was more likely to have spurned the other youth onwards with such words, with a wish to prove himself somehow, than he was to push Derry into yielding. For a fraction of a second, the seventeen year old reexamined his own feelings. Was he somehow prideful staying, when Arty had been hurt and fallen? But the factor didn't change the balance of what was happening. He and Adrian (whose name Derry didn't know) were still here.

"No, I can't do that," The freckled Jedi spoke against the wind with remarkable voice and clarity. For Adrian facing away from the front of the bus, words would have been ripped from his mouth by the rushing air. For Derry who was opposite Adrian, the pressing winds resisted letting any sound escape him at all. Although Lorrdians were identical to humans in all visible ways, and so genetically similar that they should have been one and the same species, this was where trained linguists and innate vocal abilities became useful.

Derry tilted his head towards the huge building for the roof they were quickly about to become level with. His own free hand was still at his side, palm itching with energy he was keeping in check.

"He couldn't have either. Come on. Let's get off this. You ready?"

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Arty Orspach [ Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:34 pm ]
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The sixteen year old let out a pain-filled sigh as he put his only remaining hand on the ground and tried to stand up. There was of course a crowd gathering around the teen, some of them trying to convince him to remain seated while an ambulance was called, two others got on either side of the teen and helped him to his feet. The mood of the office was complete and utter shock, it really wasn't every day that a Jedi Padawan flew threw a window and landed on the desk of one's cubicle of course it was a good excuse for work to be left incomplete this day which was always a good thing no matter how one looked at it.

The Jedi shook his head, small pieces of glass flying from his hair, blood running down his face. The young man felt his neck to make sure there was no glass imbedded in any areas that could very easily become lethal, he breathed a quick sigh of relief when there wasn't. Then there was the shard of glass sticking out of the back of the young man's hand.

Lets go for a run, he said....

It was clear at this point that he would have been immensely better off having stayed in bed. The early bird surely did not catch the worm, instead he got his kriffing arm cut off and flew through a plate glass window. This was the absolute last time he would indulge his roommate's insane sleep schedule and deprive himself of a couple more hours that on this fine day would have meant he would still be in one piece.

The selfish rant inside the young man's mind ended before it ever really started as he reached with his left hand....oh right....new plan. The young man brought his right hand to his mouth and bit down on the shard of glass sticking out of the back of his hand, much to the protest of the working moms in the office. With a jerking motion he winced as the glass came loose and he spit it out.

Medics were surrounding him now trying to get him to have a seat and relax for a moment, this was the farthest thing from the young Padawan's mind. His duty was to protect others and he had to get to Derry now!


=Office worker= "You need to sit down kid, those cuts are pretty nasty and your arm could get infected, that was quite a fall."


Sorry, I've got to get....OWW! Arty winced as his back cracked. I've got to get back to the fight, to help my friend, he could...frick, he could get hurt if I'm not there to help him.

=Office Worker 2= *Raises her eyebrow* "He could get hurt?"

YES! Look, I appreciate the concern but I gotta go.

Arty called his lightsaber to his hand and clipped it to his belt as he tried to run....bad idea; walk as fast as he could towards the center of the building, there had to be elevators there someplace, if he could get to the roof he could get back on the bus...the limping really wasn't making him get there any faster though.

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Adrian Lynd [ Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:16 am ]
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"You cannot or you choose not to? There is a difference Jedi. I'm Adrian, since you asked earlier."

Adrian deactivated his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt as a sign of good faith, trusting that the Jedi was not a coward or dark enough to do anything about it. The young Sith was not in any mood to continue fighting, the sweat dripped down his face and he was a bit tired. There was also the matter of getting back to his master to let him know the outcome of todays events, which hadn't been a complete disaster after all. The young man cracked his neck as his red eyes stared into the green ones of the Jedi. Adrian's facial expression was relaxing and showing signs of warming up, insulting this Jedi wasn't going to get him anywhere, perhaps taking a different tone would.

It was then that the bus leveled with the building and Derry motioned towards the roof. Getting off this bus would be nothing less than amazing, however a building rooftop was just as much a confined space as a bus and it wasn't moving so there was the chance of backup arriving for the Jedi and this not ending very well at all. Adrian exhaled rather audibly before nodding in agreement to Derry's wish.

"No tricks Jedi, you first."

There was a certain tone in Adrian's voice that indicated that he was not crazy about the roof idea, but he wasn't being deceptive either. He would likely follow Derry onto the rooftop, but he doubted that it would be a one on one fight for long, that is if Derry wished to continue it. Adrian ran his hand through his hair, flicking some sweat away. Anger stirred in the young Sith, but not frustration or anxiety. He was calm, cool and confident in himself, he simply knew that if this resorted to fighting again he'd need to move quickly before this building became a swarm of Jedi and clones, which if that did happen he had an advantage. He was still wearing street clothes, not Sith robes he could also change his eye color and play innocent, slipping out of the building unnoticed.
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Derry Angeles [ Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:19 pm ]
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"There's a difference, but it's not one that matters here."

Adrian's words and change of tone were a strategy that Derry wondered at, considering that the other youth had started off their interactions by calling him a weakling, and even a few seconds ago behaved with absolute confidence that Derry was honorable, but no match for the Darksider. Still, the exchange did nothing to hurt Derry's goals. Words couldn't set him off guard unless he let them.

He deactivated his own blade as well, though did not return it to his belt, instead keeping the hammered bronze-colored hilt in a comfortably firm grasp at his side. Derry's manner conveyed enough of an understanding impression to show that he intended no insult to the Sith, but there was a not-quite-military characteristic about his discipline that made vigilance seem to be a part of him at the moment, and that it was very unlikely that he'd be relaxing any further than he was.

"No," Derry answered the Darksider with a calm expression, relaxed in his honesty.

"It'll have to be you first if we go. It takes trust from both of us no matter what we do at this point. But for the actual first jump--that's yours. I can give my word that I won't attack you unprovoked during your jump if you move now. And I do promise that. Whatever you believe about Jedi, you should know that we take our words gravely. You and I should both know enough about Sith and Darksiders to know that a promise from one of yours doesn't have the same weight. That's judgmental, but there's truth in it, and we're not just talking about this over drinks somewhere. So we're here, and you can choose. I plan on following you, if you do. At as close to the same time as I can mange, and I'd certainly like it if we could keep whatever this truce is up for a minute till we're both on stable footing. But the worst thing that happens if you go first is that you have a chance to attack me, or that you get away. I hope the first doesn't happen and I don't plan on the second either. But if they do, I see more problems for me then you."

The slightly older, slightly shorter, of the two youths gave a brief shrug; although not an apathetic one, while he watched Adrian through vibrant green eyes. They really needed to move if they were going to.

"Or if you don't trust me, we can stay here."

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Adrian Lynd [ Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:01 pm ]
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"Smart."

It took no convincing on Derry's part for Adrian to go first, he knew as well as he knew his own name that the Jedi were not ones for cowardly moves and sneak attacks. It would only be a matter of seconds now before the bus was moving again and Adrian had to make a quick move, he could jump to the rooftop and fight or he could in fact end this right here and now. The young Sith cracked his knuckles before letting his arms fall by his side, his fingers bent slightly as he was resting, yet building up at the same time.

Adrian smiled slyly at the Jedi before him; there was a certain something about Derry that Adrian did not yet understand fully, he lacked naiveté, something that was sometimes uncommon of Padawans. It was no matter, Adrian was in control of the situation, he was a Sith. Sith were pinnacle of strength and power, he was superior to the Jedi and he had every intention of proving that to the fool before him.

"Your prejudice blinds you Jedi, in your position I would make the same move but that does not change the fact that you don't trust me. You don't trust me because of some preconceived notion that was implanted in your mind from the moment you were born. Jedi respect all life, so they claim. Do you respect me Derry? No, you mock my ideals with your pompous arrogance, judging my actions without understanding my culture and my way of life. Sau svaja kad zo berniuk iv zo sethi, a culture that has been persecuted for millennia because the Jedi disagree with our way of life....see you on the rootop."

Adrian nodded to Derry before turning on his heel and leaping from the bus, landing softly ontop of the roof of the enormous building beneath him. The wind whipped through his hair as the young man rose from his landing stance, designed to absorb all of the shock of jumping from anything of any particular height and landing on ones feet. The knees bent and acted as shock absorbers, which of course was enough to dissipate the amount of shock from the altitude they were jumping from. The Sith's head straight ahead as his piercing red eyes glowed in the dawn of a new day.

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Arty Orspach [ Mon Oct 31, 2011 10:22 am ]
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Arty walked swiftly through the hallways of the building...of course in this scenario swiftly was a relative term. The young man was having a difficult time walking in a completely straight line, the pounding in his head was the sound of blood rushing through arteries in his skull. Each beat of his heart sent pain through the young man's skull as his brain swelled up a bit; in layman's terms he had a bit of a concussion and swift movement really wasn't helping matters. In fact it was quite dizzying and he really shouldn't have been walking, let alone nearly running.

Arty didn't care though, he had to get to Derry so he pushed the pain and discomfort away in the typical Jedi way. Although in this case mind versus matter was hardly something that was easy, considering that the young Jedi's brain was bruised and that's generally where most of the thinking occurred. In essence Arty was fighting a losing battle at this point, he slowed to a walk hoping that would make the throbbing in his head go away for a bit. Quietly he wondered if there was a food court or something in this place where he could get a cup of tea or something that would be relaxing...NO BAD! Having forgotten where he was for a moment the one armed Padawan started looking for a directory, horrified people who passed him tried to stop the young man but Arty pushed his way through until finally he found an elevator at the center of the building.

Almost smiling at the relief of finding a way to the roof, Arty pressed the down button to call the elevator to him. It wasn't long before the door opened up with an arrow pointing down, the concussed Jedi stepped on board the lift as the passengers just stared at him wondering just what had happened to this young man who still had a few small shards of glass sticking out of his forehead. Arty noted that the button to the basement had been pressed. Music filled the air as the young Jedi pressed the button for the roof thinking he was going up when in all reality he had to stop at four different floors beneath him and the basement before he could get to the roof. Arty however was totally oblivious to this and stood there ready to fight as the elevator started to move. He pulled his lightsaber to his only remaining hand, much to the terror of the passengers in the elevator. What were they afraid of anyway? The young Padawan smiled and shook his head.

Don't worry, I'm a Jedi I just have to get back to this fight so my friend doesn't get hurt.

Said the Jedi with a busted lip and glass shards sticking out of his forehead oh...and missing most of his left arm. The passengers collectively raised their eyebrows at the clearly disoriented young Jedi, one of them pressed the medical button on the panel and called for a doctor. It wasn't that they were afraid of Arty, it was quite clear that he was genuine and harmless to them, it was that they were afraid for the young Jedi and felt he needed medical help quickly.

My head hurts...

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Derry Angeles [ Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:39 am ]
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Hearing the Sith tongue spoken aloud had made him wince internally, as the few lessons he'd had from Kel had ingrained in Derry that the language was best left unuttered. But he'd understood the words, or at least the gist, and there hadn't been any incomprehension in Derry's expression when Adrian spoke.

'Where you listening to me at all?' The question flashed through Derry's mind, but he made the choice to set it aside here and now. Adrian had already turned, was already leaping from the bus. Time was pressing, and besides that, it was Derry's priority that they be off the roof of the bus. The simple layer of non-lightsaber-resistant durasteel between themselves and the passengers had been weighing very heavily on the young Jedi.

Derry jumped. The freckled redhead's leap from the was much like Adrian's was, although they displayed a slight difference in landing style. Where Adrian had shifted with the impact, absorbing (and dissipating) the brunt force of the impact in his legs and knees, Derry's execution of his landing had similarities with his original leap to the bus itself. Where he'd initially Pulled on the bus to propel himself towards it, the Sentinel let gravity do the work this time, and applied a slight Push against the rooftop of the building instead, in the last few instants. The effect countered his descent dramatically, so that when he also landed with his knees bent, there was little shock when he sprang back upwards. The pair of young men had used two approaches, but the net effect was the same as they found themselves standing and facing each other once again.

Derry's eyes didn't glow. There weren't any outward signs of Force aptitude in the wiry youth. He didn't even have much of an aura to be sensed, although that could very realistically have demonstrated skill at concealing himself. In his mind, the youth trusted the Force and that its infiniteness was enough.

"So murdering a man outside the doorstep of our home... doesn't show mocking disrespect of us?" The seventeen year old shrugged at Adrian again, the motion underlining his question.

Derry kept his beaten-metal lightsaber hilt at his side in a comfortable controlled grasp where his fingertip rested against the activation plate. His left hand carried nothing, ready for what might come.

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Adrian Lynd [ Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:46 am ]
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Adrian sneered with disgust as Derry accused him of murdering someone outside the temple. 'Murder, pfft what did Jedi know of it?' The teen thought as his red eyes stared at Derry. In Adrian's mind, he had done nothing wrong, neither morally or ethically. He freed a man from the pains of a weak existence, a man who was not worthy of the blood flowing through his veins. This was a good thing....right? If anything the Jedi should be giving him a medal, he sent someone to live on with the force, even if the man was not worthy of it. Murder implied that Adrian killed the man just to kill him, without any plan whatsoever....it was insulting! Adrian was not a murderer, he was a man with a plan, with ends that justified the means. How could Derry not see this? How were Jedi so DENSE?! They are the ones who were oh so preachy about there being no death whatsoever, so by their logic how could anyone murder anyone? The soul never dies according to Jedi and it wasn't something that Adrian disbelieved either, so how was killing anyone a bad thing? The Jedi's sense of morality was warped, if the Sith and the Jedi came to an agreement on the issue of killing, they would be almost identical! Adrian sighed heavily as the thoughts flew through his head, he was not a bad person for killing that man or any other. In fact, the only death he regretted was his first death for it had been senseless, murdering that youngling on Naboo was wrong for there was no purpose behind it, after that Adrian swore that every death would have a purpose...

"I didn't murder anyone Derry, I freed him. He was trapped forever in a weak existence, long suffering and useless. He was freed of that empty life and went on to as you Jedi put it, 'live with the force.' Murder? I think not, I do not murder, my actions are not done whimsically or without any thought whatsoever. All of my actions have a purpose, freeing him was a means to an end, your guards were forty five seconds ahead of where they have been for the past three months when I've been watching them. I wasn't mocking you or disrespecting you, I studied your temple closely for months memorizing every single movement your guards made, if anything that shows great respect for you. If one doesn't respect their enemies on some level they will most undoubtedly be very unpleasantly surprised. Besisdes, I just wanted to get in and see my brother, and I needed a distraction...You know, I haven't seen him in..."

This was going nowhere and the Jedi was not going listen to him, no sooner than he cut his sentence short, both of Adrian's hands leveled and the dark force lightning long building up in his fingertips freed itself from his hands and shot towards Derry. Ordinarily lightning was a power that generally Sith older than him acquired and learned to use, Adrian was not yet a master of this power, but it helped having a father who in fact was a master of the power and taught Adrian how to summon it at an early age. Of course they have been out of contact for nearly four years, but in that time Adrian had been honing his technique and Deniel had been more than happy to help. So what flowed from the teen's hands was powerful and potentially lethal, the downside to this being that he could hold it but not for a very long time just yet.

This could go one of two ways, Derry could be completely incapacitated by the lightning and whether he lived or died was not Adrian's concern, either way he'd be sprinting towards a staircase to make his escape from the building and return home. The other option was not quite so easy, somehow Derry could wind up blocking the powerful attack, in which case he'd probably be spending nearly as much if not more energy as Adrian was, this would leave him open once Adrian stopped his lightning, then and only then Adrian could make a quick attack, either killing or incapacitating Derry so he could make his escape.

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Derry Angeles [ Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:05 am ]
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If they'd been having this talk while they were out for drinks somehow, or anywhere else, there were many ideas and issues Derry might have wanted to respond to. Listening to Adrian and watching the Sith youth's face continually reaffirmed to the Padawan that he and Adrian were not on the same page on… much of anything; not that Derry was surprised by that. About the concept of murder especially. When it came to deliberately interfering with someone's life, and—

—But they weren't talking about this over drinks. Adrian's second hand was a blur when it started to fly up. The side of Derry's thumb twitched against the activation panel where he'd rested it. (This sort of thing was exactly why the Padawan had not put his weapon away before.) They both moved. Adrian's hands leveled with each other. Derry's grip on his lightsaber hilt shifted to the two-handed grasp in front of him. Energy crackled on both sides. A storm of Dark Force lightning erupted from the Sith youth. The iconic Snap-Hiss accompanied the flaring to life of Derry's lightsaber.

Derry's blade was well-crafted and tuned to him. Its pristine white beam intercepted the dark energy arcing from Adrian to Derry like a magnet. In an instant, the young men facing each other on the rooftop reflected the ages-old image of Light versus Dark: The Sith with intense wild energy crackling and erupting from himself; the Jedi steady, breathing, pouring himself into his focus and keeping a strong grasp on his lightsaber hilt. Derry had practiced the mechanics of this in training with Electric Judgment users, although practice and This weren't the same. The circumstances and auras here were very different, but the redheaded Jedi still recognized the intangible shift in the energy of the lightsaber that was a Jedi's extension of himself. There was crackling and electricity in the air all around them. Derry experienced the surge in his lightsaber's power while it adapted, perceiving it much more acutely than if he'd just been blocking it with some shield. The force of it pushed on Derry. He stumbled back, dropping almost to a knee for a second, and a few branches of lightning arced out to strike him. He suffered some burns to his arms, face, and torso, gasping at the blistering tendrils of energy. When he steadied a breath later, he found his footing and the grounded energy balanced, the lightning all taken into the blade.

The lightsaber and lightning energies crackled. With a tinge of black-purple around it, the Jedi's pure white blade flared even hotter and whiter at the center where the energies fizzed and met. Green eyes met red while Derry stepped forward a pace, the Jedi youth steadying his focus and energy to wrap them into reactions or counterattack.

"Who's.. your brother?" Diplomat. He couldn't help asking when he could form the words.

After another instant, heartbeat or whatever racing unit of time fit the moment, Derry was as ready as he'd get in the circumstances. At the first sign of a flicker (or break) in the lightning, the freckled redhead's left hand shot out while his right still gripped his lightsaber at guard in front of him. He rammed towards Adrian's ankles (not his upper body) with another of those targeted Force-pushes that Derry seemed fond of.

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Aero Hirius [ Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:10 am ]
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The clones who had initially responded to Adrian's attack had indeed gone for backup as they'd been instructed, but they'd also sent out an all-points warning to the security network of the temple, which meant that citadel guardians like Aero and a few others reacted immediately. They all knew their jobs in such an instance, but they all knew to call on the Elder Guardian as well. Aero was that Jedi. He had coordinated both the reaction of the other citadel guardians, and the movement of the fast-reacting clone squads, but he himself had sparked out alone the instant the attack occurred, and had arrived at the scene of the encounter even just as the laden the bus merged with the main traffic lane. This was unfortunate, but not unexpected. Aero had called out directions to the rest of the reaction force, and then sped out of the temple grounds on foot after the combatants.

Even among the faster Jedi, Aero's woflish gait made him an extremely speedy warrior. It was only a moment before he'd taken to the rooftops and across the city top after the runaway bus, and he caught up to them as they slowed at the high tower. From his lower vantage point, he could see Arty sail overhead off the top of the bus, and crash through a window. As he made to do much the same (only in an open-faced parking deck), he saw two more figures depart from the bus onto the top of the building. Derry he recognized, the other not so much. he knew the best thing to do now was get to the roof, and so he jumped.

the jump cleared the distance between the two buildings plus some, and the Jedi-wolf came to a rolling stop between two rows of hovercrafts. He paid the landing little heed though, and was at an entry point in the deck before too many people could even react to his presence. It was at this point that Aero had to stop and take a breath. Even such a mobile Jedi had to wait for an elevator. Had there been a service hall nearby he would have taken that, but in truth the two routes would probably last just about as long, so he waited. Best to be as steady as possible when he reached the top.

What greeted Aero when the elevator opened before him, though, was the last thing he'd expected. The elder Jedi had planned to send a squad to retrieve Arty after the situation had been taken care of... he should have known Erril's padawan would be just as stubborn. A few heads turned anew as the enormous man-beast boarded the elevator, and leaned down to the mangled young man with casual ease.

"Young man," his resonent voice asserted, "You really should take more care when you jump off of busses."

The wolf turned from his kneeling position and pounded the roof level key a few more times, and then turned to tear the hem off of the robe of a rather overdressed twi'lek man without so much as a glance at the man's indignant face. Nimble claws plucked the last few shards of glass from Arty's bleeding forehead, and then wrapped the emerald cloth around the top of his bloodied face. For the hand, he could do little. Aero had seen many guardians lose limbs at young ages, and he now knew it something they simply came to terms with in their own time, in their own way.

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Arty Orspach [ Thu Nov 17, 2011 11:46 am ]
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As the door opened and Aero stepped in the young Jedi foundhimself wondering why there were two of Aero standing before him. The young man shook his head in confusion as Aero turned back into one singular person before him. The young Padawan winced a bit as Aero pulled the glass out of his forehead and the elevator started moving up finally.

"Well Master, that....wasn't really part of the plan."

The badly beaten, bruised, cut and dismembered Padawan managed to say before there was a very loud and unpleasant mechanical noise that caused the elevator to grind to a screaching halt in between floors. Arty's eyes narrowed in disgust as he ignited his lightsaber and cut a hole in the roof of the elevator letting the remains fall to the floor, just clear of everyone else onboard. The young man then leapt out of the elevator and to the roof of the infernal contraption that had stopped him from getting to Derry quickly.

"Lets go Master Aero, we need to get to Derry!"

Arty clipped his saber back to his belt and reached for his utility pouch and pulled a small device from it that and shot it into the wall at the top of the elevator shaft. Arty then wrapped what was left of his left arm around the cord and started to climb....bad idea. The young Jedi fell back to the roof of the elevator in pure agony as his opened wound burned against the cord. What to do....what to do. OH YEAH! Arty, clipped the device to the front of his belt and flipped it on, it contained a small but powerful motor that could real him in as he climbed, that way it provided some assistance and he could climb with one arm while not bothering with what was left of the other one.

This would work...

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Adrian Lynd [ Thu Nov 17, 2011 11:48 am ]
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”Who is your brother ” The Jedi asked as he was holding off the dark energy from the young Sith. Adrian was angry, his temper flared and darkness radiated off of him as heat radiates from a volcano, the raging furnace burned with hatred deep inside the young man.

“Johnathon and Alex.”

Were the only words the Sith could bring himself to say in the presence of the Jedi who by now had become nothing more than a cockroach to him. So small, weak and pathetic but he just couldn’t kriffing kill him. WHY?! Why wouldn’t he just die?! Or at the very least why wouldn’t he just surrender, it was clear who wielded more force power here and it was clearly [NOT/i] Derry. Adrian held his lightning true, what seemed like minutes were nothing but seconds as the Sith casually increased the power on his lightning ever so slightly, he was not going to be defeated here, not now, now he had something to prove.

Holding the lightning at the same power and only slightly increasing it was a trick, one that he hoped Derry would fall for. Adrian was capable of an extremely powerful burst of lightning that would be sure to catch the young Padawan off guard, it was just about when the proper time to implement it would come. Surely the young Jedi would let his guard down, he may have been a Jedi but he was also Male and an adolescent one at that. If one thing rang true throughout the entire galaxy, all males had a slight arrogance about them and he did not doubt that Derry had that arrogance, even for a second. All Derry had to do was loosen his grip on his saber or take his hand away and Adrian would increase his lightning ten fold. It was patience that was a virtue, even for Sith, though it was often not their strong suit.

Years of training and devotion to the darkside would finally pay off, here and now. This was a Jedi, not a clone and Adrian was going to kill a Jedi Padawan within sight of the Jedi temple. Surely his father would hear of his work and be impressed with it and perhaps with him as well. His father, a weak pathetic fool who had left the Sith in order to find peace for himself and his family, Adrian would show is father that there was no peace and he would sow him that the raw power of the Dark Side would always reign supreme over the cowardice and weakness of the Dark and at last he would have his revenge.

By this point the dark energy pouring off of the Sith youth was palapable, his red eyes glowing like coals in fire, there was nothing about him that even resembled the innocence sometimes still found in children his age. Though Adrian was not a child, not now, it was clear that while sixteen he was a man, one capable of making his own decision one capable of twisting the fates of worlds. In law he was a child, in reality he was not even close. His life had forced him to grow up far before his time, the force was often times cruel that way. No fore user light or Dark had much of a childhood to speak of, Jedi perhaps were the luckier ones who could at least be children for a lot longer than Sith. Born into a Sith family Adrian Lynd never truly was a child, he had the mindset of an adolescant by the time he could walk. Sure he did child like things more often than not but Dark energy always surrounded him and one could say that he never possessed the innocence of his younger brothers or nearly any other children for that matter. This was the story of Adrian Lynd, a Sith who was nothing but a Sith and knew nothing but the Dark Side, this was the key difference between himself and his father. Svo’k was born to a mother who was neutral and he was a child for many years until the Darkside had found him, so as a Sith he always craved for that innocence and warmth he felt as child, while Adrian knew nothing of it and probably never would.

It had ony been a second or two since Derry had asked what his brother(s) names were and Adrian had replied. Derry’s hand moved from his lightsaber and the second Adrian saw it, he increased his lightning with his much Dark Energy as he could possibly summon, targeting every last bit of it on the Jedi’s lightsaber in an effort to knock it from his hand. NOW was his chance, he knew a push was coming, Adrian ceased his lightning and pulled his knife from it’s sheath on his belt with his left hand making a leap leap towards Derry who was not all that far away from him, avoiding the force push in the process. Adrian raised his left arm as Dark energy surged through every vein in his body, the young Sith let out furious scream as he brought his arm down as hard as he possibly could aiming for the base of Derry’s neck on the right side, an attack that if successful could very easily become fatal.

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Aero Hirius [ Thu Nov 17, 2011 4:39 pm ]
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Aero considered the whole that had just been cloven into the ceiling of the elevator by his younger counterpart. Truly the boy's thoughts were of a very raw variety. The older Jedi reached up and undid what was left of the service hatch, for it had been partly cut away by Arty's lightsaber in the flurry. The hole was more than big enough for Aero now, but the hatch alone would have been enough. He's still a bit delusional the wolf-Jedi reminded himself.

Outside, Aero felt the cold air of the shaft brush against his nose, but thought little of it. His amber eyes stared straight upward as the determined padawan reeled himself upward by one hand, and allowed a little cable to supplement his efforts. He guessed he could probably help with that a bit as well. Paws pressed against the wall, and Aero arched his back so that he faced upward in a more animalistic posture. As the force stirred deep within the guardian and enriched his body, he felt that supernatural strength and sturdiness sinking into his fibers, and filling his very core with a sort of heat that longed for release. The Jedi-wolf jumped upward and oriented himself to the wall as he grasped a metal strut, and suddenly it was as if gravity has confused it's pull on him. Aero bounded up the walls on all fours in long, sweeping strides, passing up the padawan very quickly and nearing the top of the elevator shaft. There were spots when the illusion was disrupted by the simple lack of handholds, and Aero would leap from one wall to another in search of more holds. There were a couple spots where he was forced to make multiple jumps because there was nothing to brace himself against except the walls themselves. He had scaled the shaft in a few seconds though, and at the top he found the business end of Arty's grappling cable.

Aero wrapped his legs around a very thick support brace, so that he hung upside-down like a bat, and then took hold of Arty's line and began to draw the boy up with mighty pulls on the cable. Of course he expected Arty to keep climbing, but he didn't like to see him doing too much. Even the greatest warrior was easily put out of the fight by the loss of a limb. Unfortunately it was usually only the more experienced ones who knew this. As Arty neared the top of the shaft, Aero turned his attention on the elevator door for a moment, and forced it open with a wave of his free hand.

The number in the hall read 140. "One down, one to go." Aero was familiar with the building, as he had been here under somewhat happier circumstances in the past. they still had one, shorter elevator shaft to go. Hopefully this one would be less eventful.

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The Streets Just Outside the Jedi Temple
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Aero Hirius [ Thu Nov 17, 2011 4:39 pm ]
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Aero considered the whole that had just been cloven into the ceiling of the elevator by his younger counterpart. Truly the boy's thoughts were of a very raw variety. The older Jedi reached up and undid what was left of the service hatch, for it had been partly cut away by Arty's lightsaber in the flurry. The hole was more than big enough for Aero now, but the hatch alone would have been enough. He's still a bit delusional the wolf-Jedi reminded himself.

Outside, Aero felt the cold air of the shaft brush against his nose, but thought little of it. His amber eyes stared straight upward as the determined padawan reeled himself upward by one hand, and allowed a little cable to supplement his efforts. He guessed he could probably help with that a bit as well. Paws pressed against the wall, and Aero arched his back so that he faced upward in a more animalistic posture. As the force stirred deep within the guardian and enriched his body, he felt that supernatural strength and sturdiness sinking into his fibers, and filling his very core with a sort of heat that longed for release. The Jedi-wolf jumped upward and oriented himself to the wall as he grasped a metal strut, and suddenly it was as if gravity has confused it's pull on him. Aero bounded up the walls on all fours in long, sweeping strides, passing up the padawan very quickly and nearing the top of the elevator shaft. There were spots when the illusion was disrupted by the simple lack of handholds, and Aero would leap from one wall to another in search of more holds. There were a couple spots where he was forced to make multiple jumps because there was nothing to brace himself against except the walls themselves. He had scaled the shaft in a few seconds though, and at the top he found the business end of Arty's grappling cable.

Aero wrapped his legs around a very thick support brace, so that he hung upside-down like a bat, and then took hold of Arty's line and began to draw the boy up with mighty pulls on the cable. Of course he expected Arty to keep climbing, but he didn't like to see him doing too much. Even the greatest warrior was easily put out of the fight by the loss of a limb. Unfortunately it was usually only the more experienced ones who knew this. As Arty neared the top of the shaft, Aero turned his attention on the elevator door for a moment, and forced it open with a wave of his free hand.

The number in the hall read 140. "One down, one to go." Aero was familiar with the building, as he had been here under somewhat happier circumstances in the past. they still had one, shorter elevator shaft to go. Hopefully this one would be less eventful.

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Derry Angeles [ Tue Dec 06, 2011 12:59 am ]
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'Jonathon and Alex'

Derry knew who this Adrian had to be talking about. The Lorrdian knew both twin brothers; Alex from many of their years growing up, and Jonathon mainly from times when he went to research in the library. The Sentinel Padawan had even met their father again as well, ever since Svo'k's coming to study with the Jedi. Hearing his friends' names in that instant couldn't change anything. Derry still couldn't afford to be surprised because of the recognition, to lower his guard from the lightning, or to make his choices any differently than training and instinct were already guiding him… But he knew the names just the same. The knowledge sparked a wordless understanding of tragedy in Derry's heart. All in that instant.

The Shatterpoints, or the crux of things or the pinnacle moment—whatever anyone wanted to call it, 'It' was all in motion in the blazing timeframe between one pound of a heartbeat and the next.

Derry's hand shot out in his Push, which was successfully avoided by the Dark-blazing Adrian. Raw, intense, energies of the Darkside were pouring and spilling from the Sith; instantaneously to explode in… In a what? The Lorrdian felt a scream detonating in his face and perceptions, but he wasn't sure if the sound waves were physical or blasting in his mind.

There was the concentrated blast of Force Lightning focused so tightly on Derry's hilt. The electricity and Force energy was potent enough to momentarily overload the lightsaber, and the pristine white blade flickered out. Derry's hand seared with the tingling, stabbing shock of electric burns, causing his fingers to loosen from the deactivated hilt for a fraction of a second. The Jedi felt like the air was all pressed from his lungs somehow, while Dark energy was everywhere, and Derry instinctively stumbled to regain his hold on the hilt in his numbed electric-burned grasp. Willing the hammered-metal cylinder firmly back into his shaky grasp, Derry pressed his fingers closed around it while the enraged Adrian snarled and lunged across the last pace between them. Derry's mind's eye processed the wicked knife glinting blacking in the early Coruscant light before Derry felt pain.

Adrian's leap crashed into Derry, causing the redhead to fall back under the other youth. A pained cry uttered from Derry's mouth. Somehow the young Sentinel's thoughts flowed in a clear stream of Cheunh, though the mind flew too quickly for words in any language. A wicked, black pain plunged downwards into his wiry shoulder; and he knew the hilt struck home against bone in that single instant, but the fluid sense of clarity in Derry's mind went unshattered. His fiery-tingling finger thumbed numbly towards the activation plate on his own hilt. The Jedi barely felt sensation in his hand, though he knew the beaten hilt itself in heart and mind and muscle memory.

Derry felt his knees give way, and the weight of Adrian's lunge thudding into him. He felt life and pain, felt himself bleed, and and felt calm that dwelled deep enough in him to remain. The Jedi was surprised for a infinitesimal fraction of an instant at the quiet, perfect face that he saw when he felt the back of his head strike dully against duracrete. The now returned to him. He saw Adrian. Derry sensed a familiar snap that he didn't feel, and felt sorrow and acceptance and strangeness. His vision blurred grey, and he saw death and still the Force. All in that instant.

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Adrian Lynd [ Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:51 am ]
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Years of training, dark meditation and impatience had all prepared Adrian for this moment. The smell of water of a spring thunderstorm hung in the air as the remnants of the lightning vaporized the early morning mist, it was a unique smell easilly recognizable by just about anyone. Scent was the strongest scent tied to memory, in fact it brought about some memories in Adrian, one's that quickly faded and would be lost in the back of his mind forever.

The knife plunged into Derry's shoulder and it's hilt struck bone, the fight was over. Adrian had won, Derry would at the very least be incapacitated and quite possibly dead. In less than a fraction of a second Adrian had breathed a sigh of relief, this is what he was made for, killing Jedi or at least beating them in fights. The smallest fraction of a second, victory was sweet, it smelled like lightning and burnt flesh with the copper smell of blood hanging in the air as the young Sith was close enough to smell the blood in Derry's shoulder.

His father would be proud, now and forever whether he had admitted it or not. No Sith, whether or not they had become weakened by the light could truly say they would not be proud of a son who had followed the Dark path and had single handedly taken down two Jedi Padawans, both of them older than he if only slightly. There was a small sense of pride in the young man's Dark aura, one that never faded not even for an instant.

Another fraction of a second passed and there were thoughts pouring through the young man's mind, he could feel it in Derry, especially this close. Derry was friend to Alex and possibly Johnathon as well. This was the only tinge of regret that Adrian felt, he did not want to hurt his brothers in anyway and if theit friend died he would hurt them very much. Derry did not seem like Arty, Derry was not a fighter, he was not weak but on any normal day he wouldn't be considered a threat, diplomats never were much of a threat...especially lying on their back with a Sith on top of them and a knife sticking out of their shoulder near their neck.

Yet another fraction of a second passed and a 'snap.' Red eyes widened as they knew.

Adrian saw himself, nine or ten years ago on Naboo in a similar situation, he had attacked a Jedi youngling who was younger than himself and as a Sith, he tackled the Jedi youngling in much the same way as he did today. The younger Adrian plunged his knife into the youngling's chest and the child died beneath him, letting out a gasp of air, a sight and a feeling that would forever remain in Adrian's mind. It was that day that Adrian Lynd had begun the slow process of killing the good within him, one that was never fully complete, no matter how hard he tried.

History repeating itself in almost every detail, it was not an uncommon occurrence, in fact the knife was the same, the scene was the same and the feeling was the same, the feeling of death. Along with it brought sorrow, sadness and pain, a burning sensation right over one's heart, the smell of burnt flesh and the burning sensation persisted.

Tick, tock. Another fraction of a second passed and then there was sadness, this moment meant that Adrian would never see his brothers again, not now, not after what had happened just now. Never...never again would he see Alex, the shining example of light in a Jedi and the most caring person he had ever known. Never. His blue eyes and jet black hair were gone from ever except in memory.

Jonathon, the seer and the more vulnerable of the two. Jonathon had never once gotten along with Adrian for Jonathon had seen Adrian for who he was and who he would be, a thought that Adrian was never overly comfortable with. Wait....Jonathon could see then why didn't he do anything? He could stop this, he could have made it so that Adrian would see both of them again and perhaps....

Jonathon saw.

Pupils dilated, as red eyes stared into the Jedi eyes beneath him, breath escaping the sixteen year old youth and falling on the face beneath him. The burning pain in his heart intensified and then there was peace, often brought with it by death a sensation that the Sith had never known and only knew now for a fraction of a second. Red eyes changed before the Jedi beneath him. Red eyes were blue, fixated and staring into the soul of Derry, whose brilliant white lightsaber blade was sticking out of of the upper left part of Adrian's back, clearly it had passed straight through his heart.

There was nothing more, not nor ever. Adrian would never see his family again and it was all for nothing, he had lost. Not just in this particular battle, but in the war of life, a fight one is always destined to lose, but some come out of it more victorious than others. Adrian was sixteen, he had many years left in front of him, but this was the path he had chosen...the path that had been thrust upon him since the day he was born...

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Derry Angeles [ Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:39 pm ]
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Through his misty vision and his own breathless gasp after the knife stab, the seventeen year old looked up into Adrian's widening eyes in that instant when understanding dawned for them both. And they knew.

(I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's over.
I'm… relieved.
I wish this hadn't…
I'll tell them goodbye for you.
The Force be…
Why did you have to do this?
Adrian.
Peace…
I'm here though. )

None of it was said. It was too fast to say anything anyway, but dozens of things he could have said flickered and left afterimages in Derry's mind. What could you say in that instant, when the breath is knocked out of your lungs and there's an explosion of pain plunged into your shoulder and you feel the hot pool of blood spilling up, fiery nerve pain and numbness radiating down what feels like your whole arm and right side in waves—and when none of that matters anyway because it's not about you? Derry looked up into the eyes of a face even younger than his, whom he hadn't doubted was stronger than him, in all honesty. He saw Adrian's eyes while shock and then realization hit all in the same instant. Passion led to such anger and hate in those features before, and now… All of it faded. But the fading happened in an instant that somehow dragged forever, yet was too fast to Ever be fully understood. Crimson faded from the Sith's eyes, leaving a sixteen year old's lonely blue. There was Adrian's faint gasp of departing breath just above Derry's face. And that was all.

Derry pushed past the resistance of Adrian's weight on his chest and tingling arm, enough to pull a shallow breath into his lungs. The freckled seventeen year old's jaw clenched when his movement jarred the knife biting into his shoulder, and tears stung in his eyes. He closed his eyes, laying still for a moment. He deactivated his lightsaber blade.

If some coin in fate had flipped the other way, Derry doubted that Adrian would have been grieving for him any. It wasn't an especially charitable or useful thought, and he dismissed it.

<<Force be with him. Or something, please.>>

The Jedi finally found himself able to think of Arty again. He mentally replayed that instant of seeing his friend's hand cut off, hearing Arty's cry and watching while he stumbled off the moving public transit. Derry hoped that Arty was faring okay after the fall. Somehow his mind didn't process the possibility that his friend could have died from the height; he just hoped that Arty wasn't laying broken somewhere until he could be picked up. And, speaking of picking up…

With another slow inhale and much gritting of teeth, Derry used his good (left) arm and drew on his knack for telekinesis enough that he got Adrian rolled off of him, as carefully as possible. When he was free of the weight on his torso, the young man gingerly explored possibilities for how to sit up. It took very little time to discover that the knife blade embedded downwards into his shoulder near the base of the neck was an incredibly effective deterrent; repeated spasms of pain and nausea did good work of teaching him the values of being still. There seemed no way to get up without jarring the knife deeper into the muscle, risking tendons or the major vein that he knew ran somewhere close to there. Letting his eyes fall closed again, Derry concluded that stillness was the wiser course. He knew already that someone was coming; that it couldn't be long anymore. Concerns about possible poisons ran through Derry's mind, but he doubted that a few extra moments were going to make much of a difference now, and he couldn't see what he was dealing with. He was a linguist; not a healer. It would have to wait.

Curling his left arm up across his chest, he pressed his fingers tightly against either side of the black knife blade. Derry kept his eyes screwed closed for a long moment before he looked back at the morning sky above the rooftop. He turned his head towards Adrian after that. Looking at the tragic face and lifeless blue eyes of the youth beside him, the young Jedi breathed, reflected, and prayed.

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Arty Orspach [ Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:53 am ]
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As Arty reached the top of the first elevator shaft he was winded and out of breath as Aero helped him up and then he felt it. Something had happened, something bad, there was a lot going on right now and the force was far from quiet, it was screaming at him, gnawing at every guardian instinct within his body. Then there was adrenaline, a surge of it flowed through his veins and gave him renewed strength. The Padawan took off in a dead run to the next elevator Aero clearly moving more quickly than he. Once inside the young man hit the button for the roof, his eyes narrowing and the look of a determination was clearly present on his face, he had to get there and he had to get there NOW.

The elevator seemed as if it was moving slower than a drunken Hutt, could it possibly go any slower at alll?!? The young man gritted his teeth together as he briefly considered cutting a hole in the roof of this elevator as well and using a couple of force jumps of the walls to get him to the roof a few seconds quicker. One armed or not he was going to help his friend and brother, there was nothing that was going to stop him at this point. The young Jedi was rather sure that Aero was worried for him and he had every reason to be but Arty had adrenaline....adrenaline and the force which gave him focus in it's purest.

One floor to go, Arty backed up against the rear wall of the elevator and drew his lightsaber, it's yellow blade snapping to life, a stark contrast to the matte black hilt of the weapon. The elevator dinged and the doors open and Arty was out of there faster than a horse out of the gate.

Arty turned a corner and kicked open a door that led straight to the roof, he knew where they were, just around the corner of this small entry way fifteen meters out, his heart was pounding as he turned the corner and saw them. Adrian laying there clearly dead, and Derry...Derry was down and not moving hardly at all...if at all. Arty quickened his step shut off his lightsaber clipping it to his belt and made his way over to Derry as fast as his legs would carry him.

After just a couple of seconds, he was on them Arty dropped to his knees and slid the last couple of feet towards Derry, that;s when he saw the knife...Adrian was clearly dead, but Arty wasn't taking any chances whatsoever, before he even touched Derry Arty called Adrian's lightsaber to him and threw it towards the entryway just in case the Sith was faking which...well he was clearly not.

Arty could smell the burnt flesh from a lightsaber wound, it was not a smell that was unfamiliar to him especially today after losing his hand and a good chunk of his forearm, that was beside the point however. Derry was hurt and he needed to help him, but Arty was no healer, he DARE not touch that knife given the location of it. He wasn't a healer but he had been in combat to know that it was a regular miracle that Derry was still alive given the location of that wound. Arty took a deep breath and sighed audibly as he surveyed his friend, he had some minor burns on his face, nothing to speak of but his right hand and arm was a bit worse for wear. Arty new he shouldn't touch those either. The young man reached his only remaining hand out and grabbed Derry's good one in an effort to comfort him.

"You're okay man, help is on the way. What happened...I mean...kriff dude.....kriff, you're okay though, you'll be fine man."

Said the Jedi Padawan with no left hand and a mix of dried and fresh blood on his face. Arty was hurt, possibly worse than Derry, but his only concern was for his friend, to hell with himself, he'd fine he didn't have a knife in him that could kill him if it was moved a few inches and Derry.

<<AERO! MEDIC!!!>>

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Aero Hirius [ Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:53 pm ]
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Aero didn't immediately barge out of the elevator when he arrived, as did Arty. He had no intention of stopping the youth though, the battle had ended before they had even mounted the last lift. The elder Jedi simply stood and took stock of the situation for a moment before he stepped out onto the open plateau of the skyscraper's roof. He wasn't concerned for Derry more than was realistic; the young man was calm as a meditating sage, and he didn't appear to have moved much. Aero stooped and collected the lightsaber that landed before him, and then continued on all fours toward the remains of the battle scene. When he got there though, Aero stood up on his hind legs and brought Arty up with him, grasping the younger guardian in his powerful paws.

"They're on their way, son of fire, be calm. Derry's wounds are manageable, and you only worsen yours by panicking. See; your wrist has already begun to bleed from the pressure."

Aero lowered onto his haunches, and motioned for Arty to do the same.

"Sit now. Your calm does you both more good than any amount of worrying, and besides, it's good to have friends close by."

Aero leaned over then, extending his front half toward Adrian's body on his front paws. He breathed slowly for a moment, hanging over the death sith, and then reached down to press his eyes closed. The Jedi-wolf returned to Arty and Derry then, and turned his attention to their wounds.

Reaching over, Aero motioned for Arty to take off his cloak, and when it had been removed, rolled the garment up and held it behind Derry's head.

"Brace yourself now," the old Jedi said as he tore a strip from the cloak's lowest hem, "this may hurt a little, but you'll be thankful when the pressure is off your collarbone."

The Jedi began to hum then, just for a moment, but the deep vibration that came from within him seemed to have a double-layer, and it probably made both of the young men feel very strange for a moment, like their bodies had turned to vapor and were floating away. While he hummed, Aero lifted the young diplomat's red capped head and slipped the cloak beneath it. Then, continuing to hum, the old guardian wrapped the strip of cloth around Arty's stump of a wrist and cinched it just tight enough to stop the trickle of blood. The sound stopped then, and the young men would have returned to their bodies feeling little bit fuzzy for the experience.

"You both fought bravely today, and I'm proud of you. It is a shame that so much must be lost, even a life, over such a small matter, but trust that it was for the best.

The tell-tale rumble of repulsor-craft drives was in the air then, and Aero looked up to see them approaching in the distance, cutting under and over the normal lanes of traffic that floated by, for the most part oblivious to what had just occurred on the roof of this particular building.

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Derry Angeles [ Mon Jan 16, 2012 10:19 pm ]
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Well… Arty looked kinda the worse for wear… and… disconcertingly tall, from Derry's low angle on the ground. His friend didn't seem to be broken beyond repair though. Arty also seemed strong enough, and behaving like his quick fiery self. Those last two observations were driven home to Derry with a wrench of pain and a gasp, when the younger Padawan crouched down beside him and snatched his unburned hand away from where Derry had been keeping pressure on the wound around the knife blade in his shoulder.

"Ow!" Derry choked out and coughed. "Was using that hand..." The linguist's vibrant green eyes glittered with pain, and his vision abruptly swam with tears that he hadn't asked for, but Derry's relief at seeing his friend alive and well was also present in his expression. After a second or two of collecting his wits again, the older youth couldn't quite hide a pained version of his trademark grin either, not with how Arty was rambling at a mile a minute.

"Su cuy'gar," Derry both greeted and observed to his roommate a little distractedly because it struck him as an appropriate usage. After he'd had a second of looking up at Arty's face, the seventeen year old who was currently exceptionally pale behind his freckles came up with an equally astute observation; this time in Basic.

"You've got some glass in your forehead… And.. I'm pretty sure you're bleeding on my face."

Then Aero was there, Derry's Master's Master bringing with him his own wisdom and ministrations and opportunity to practice a moment of discipline. There was a bit of hurt as promised, but there was also more than a bit of the old Jedi's own talent to blur that. By the time something softer than duracrete was elevating his head, Derry was more than a little fuzzy on some of the details. He listened though, taking Aero's words to heart as much as he could, or at least saving the sounds of them into his mind for later. Even then, Derry had no doubt that later when he was less fuzzy-headed, he'd be reflecting on whatever Aero had told him for quite a long while to come.

For now, the youth swallowed. He hoped that his expression would serve in the place of the nod he didn't quite want to risk making. Then Derry gathered up enough of his voice to make Aero a calm, quiet, and only slight-distant reply.

"Master Aero, he was Alec… Wait.. Svo'k. He was Svo'k's son, Adrian… They all need to know."

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Kuyamare [ Tue Jan 31, 2012 11:30 pm ]
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Amongst the buildings and corridors near the entrance to the temple an old Nagai simply appeared, stepping out of the air as if he had always been there. Had anyone actually been looking into that particular alleyway it would have seemed odd, but he appeared just after the sole occupant had walked past, as if he had known not only where to appear but when as well. The old Nagai was covered in a simple worn brown robe, very similar in cut and style to those often worn by the Jedi, obscuring his clothing beneath as well as his hair and much of his appearance. Moving out of the alley he took a seat on an open bench at glanced towards the temple, his sphere of influence subtly expanding into the temple as he whispered seemingly to himself. "He is in there sister..." His voice, clearly masculine, carried an odd undertone that was more feminine in tone and yet as knowing as his own. "Yes, he is; they both are brother. They are safe..." The man gently shook his head, a gesture of disagreement. "They are safe, but for how long. We must act, but perhaps this is not the time nor place; perhaps I have misinterpreted the flow. Perhaps we should change targets, and solve the problem at its source rather than at its end. While the boy is the one who will be corrupted, it is another who will plant the seed of darkness; why not deal with him. We know that we are powerful enough to defeat him, and it cannot be a mistake to remove one such as that from the galaxy." Shrinking his influence back out of the temple, he continued to whisper to himself softly, the words mere mutters to any passing by. "It makes sense brother, but I am worried. You are uncertain, when you should know everything that is to occur. Is something wrong?" Standing, the man entered the flow of foottraffic, blending into the crowd. "I don't know sister; I am confident that we will not fail, but beyond that my vision is clouded..." With those final whispers the old Nagai vanished, gone as if he had never been from the streets of Coruscant.

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Arty Orspach [ Thu Feb 02, 2012 12:15 pm ]
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"Bleeding? Glass? Forehead? Oh....yeah, I....guess I am...a little bit dizzy, but you're okay right?"

The young Jedi finally turned a bit of his attention to himself heeding the words of Aero, he was so relieved that Derry was alive and more or less in one piece that the adrenaline and the focus that it and the force gave him quickly evaporated. For the first time in the course of the day his mind allowed him to feel pain and it KRIFFING HURT! Everything hurt from his legs to his head, his entire body was throbbing in pain and he wasn't too sure that he hadn't cracked a couple of ribs too.

Arty looked down to where his left forearm once was and his eyes widened a bit as Aero wrapped it up with a piece of Arty's robes. The young man swallowed hard, now just fully grasping the extent of his injuries. After all, it wasn't every day that someone fell off of a bus and threw a plate glass window after having their arm cut off. Arty's heart rate began to increase and now there were spots in front of his eyes and it was getting dark out...wait why was it getting dark out, it was only morning wasn't it?

"Guys, I...I think I need to....lie down..."

With that Arty fell backwards and was out like a light. It was probably a good thing too, his body did not need his iron will preventing it to start the recovery process. Had he stayed awake and running around too much longer it was quite possible he could have gone into cardiac arrest due to severe shock and trauma, so it was better this way...

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Aero Hirius [ Mon Feb 13, 2012 8:55 pm ]
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Aero didn't let Arty slam into the ground, but he didn't stop his fall completely either. The young man was completely expended, and he would only make the more prominent problems worse by fighting his fatigue. Despite the shocking ordeal, Aero didn't believe Arty had a concussion, or he would have kept him awake. Even if he did have a mind one it wouldn't be too bad a situation. The landing craft settled on the roof of the building even as the implications ran through the Jedi-wolf's mind.

They asked Aero a few questions, and they asked Derry a couple as well, but security had mostly briefed them on the situation by the time they'd even boarded the craft. On the ship, Aero sat down next in between Arty and Derry, and placed a hand on them both while they flew to the public Jedi facility.

"You say he was kin to Svo'k?" The elder Jedi rumbled over the engines, his eyes settling on Derry's young face. "I'll see to it they're notified as soon as can be managed. Think no more of it for the moment. There will be time later."

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Derry Angeles [ Thu Feb 16, 2012 11:05 pm ]
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Julian [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 4:47 pm ]
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was early in the day and the fast paced life of the city planet showed no signs of ever slowing down. A young child of around five years old with was out in the streets, being watched over by a pair of adolescent padawans who were more than capable of defending him. The child had a pink tint to his skin and was dressed in a creme colored Jedi Robes with a brown cloak. The child had a happy aura about him and had a tendency of stopping and trying to make anyone who looked like they were in a bad mood feel better. It was a habit that was making his two fellow Jedi with him somewhat nervous as the child would talk to pretty much anyone.

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Deniel Yann [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:05 pm ]
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*Anger filled every step as Deniel roamed the streets. He knew it was dangerous for him to be here, both for himself and those around him, yet he felt himself called to be here. Something familiar... And something dead.

As he pushed his way through the crowd, Deniel felt the presence of hundreds of beings around him, poking and prodding at his consciousness. It sickened him, yet he had to keep moving... He felt it calling.

Then he stopped. Something beyond words made him stop. He stood, looking around. Then he saw it.

A child, wearing jedi robes, roaming the streets with an escort. Pain filled Deniel as the echos of the past pierced his mind, merging with what he saw. Yet, through it all, Deniel stood still, staring with cold red eyes.*

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Julian [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:12 pm ]
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The young Jedi stopped and looked at the man who appeared to be angry. This was not acceptable, why was he angry? Julian quickly led the way over to the man and stopped in front of him sending happy emotions towards the man in an effort to make him feel much better.

"Hiya Mister. What's wrong??"

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Deniel Yann [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:18 pm ]
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Whatever you're doing, stop.

*Deniel growled loudly at the child, raising a hand to hold his pulsing head. Anger only grew as he felt his consciousness being assaulted by influences both present and past. There was something about the child in front of him. Deniel couldn't place it.*

Have you ever needed to look for something? Have you ever searched for an item you didn't know what was?

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Julian [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:29 pm ]
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Julian stopped at the growl and looked as if the man had hurt his feelings. Yet there was a bit of sympathy from Julian as he stopped his warm happy thoughts. The child cocked his head and offered the man a warm friendly smile, however the two Padawans with Julian were far less accepting of the man's growl. The older of the two crossed his arms and gave the man a bit of a stare and put himself between Julian and Deniel. The other Padawan looked at Julian and reminded and let him know that this man did not want to be bothered. Julian however was still curious.

"Yessir Mister, I once was alooking for my Ewok toy and i didnts knows I was lookin for it but I was and then I founds it! What was you lookins for? It makes it more easy if you try to imagine it."

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Deniel Yann [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:35 pm ]
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The child is capable of making up his mind about who he does and doesn't want to talk to.

*During his travels, Deniel had seen it happen countless times. The mind of children, always searching for knowledge, stifled by the adults who believed in vain that they knew better.

Deniel turned his attention back to the child, looking deeply into the child's features... There was something disturbing about them, despite their normality.*

Similar, yet not. I do not know what I am looking for... Yet something is calling to me, asking to be found. Something... Close.

*Deniel looked up at the two padawans, raising his arms to his side. There were no visible weapons, and he did the best he could to appear harmless, despite his less than pleasant demeanor.*

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Julian [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 10:46 pm ]
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=Padawan 1= "Of course he is, it just seemed as if you wanted nothing to do with him so out of respect for you and in defense of him I suggested he leave you alone sir."

Julian smiled at the man pushing his way passed the Padawans so he could make eye contact with the man.

"If you don'ts knows what it is or if it's close then hows do you knows you hasnt founds it yet?"

Both Padawans were cautious and very protective of their young companion, something didn't feel right and they felt it yet there were not about to instigate anything or stifle the curiosity of a young child unless it absolutely had to happen.

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Deniel Yann [ Wed Oct 24, 2012 11:03 pm ]
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*An almost imperceptible smirk crossed Deniel's face for a moment as he processed what the padawan had said.*

The problem with that is that you never know, now do you? I don't mind the child, so long as he keeps a civil mind.

*Deniel made no effort to hide his alignment. Whether he did or didn't, his disposition would have done do anyway.

However, the child seemed to have a certain quality that couldn't be defined with words, yet Deniel knew he had to watch.*

There are see mysteries in life that you only find the answers to later on. Sometimes the search is the goal. However, this it's different.

Fate decides when people discover the truth of their journey. Fate has not decided that the time is now. But soon... Close...

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Julian [ Mon Oct 29, 2012 7:45 am ]
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Julian smiled at the man once again, he knew that the man had darkness about him but Julian was young enough and naive enough to think that it didn't matter. The second Padawan who was in fact a consular remained where he was watching the interaction unfold. Would it be wise to take Julian away from here and interject? Yes, it most certainly would. The man was clearly a Sith and the young consular knew that quite well, he also knew that this was not the most dangerous place for them to be in. Julian could make his escape to a police station or something while the two Padawans held the Sith off, a scenario that could quite possibly result in their deaths, but neither that would not effect their judgement. The young man bowed lightly to the Sith before him, speaking quietly.

=Padawan 2 (Consular)= "My young friend is wise beyond his age sir. You speak of mysteries in life whose answers are not immediately apparent. Do you believe that fate is the cornerstone of one's journey or does one of the ability to choose one's journey? Mere curiosity Lord...?"

Julian cocked his head to the side smiled at the man trying to understand what exactly he meant, he moved closer to the consular Padawan who he felt more comfortable around, but he did not step away from Deniel, in short there was something about his aura that was interesting to Julian, a bit of curiosity in the other sideperhaps.

"Miseries? I discover lots of truths, like vegetables are icky and I can move stuffs with the force. Likes some peoples can'ts really do that. I has a goal, I am going to be Jedi Knight, I wants to be brave and help peoples get on their feet."

Julian reached into his pocket pulling out one of his custom made friendship bracelets that he often carried with him. In truth there wasn't much too them, just bits of multicolored rope tied together with a charm or two that had symbols for friendship etched into them, the grown ups did that part. Julian smiled widely and offered the friendship bracelet to Deniel.

"I makes these for friends. Wants to be my friend?"

The half Zeltron and half Human youngling stood there smiling at Deniel.

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Deniel Yann [ Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:22 pm ]
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I believe that Fate is more than a cornerstone. Fate is the map, and the path. Fate decides where a person goes. Fate tells the person what to do on that path. However, people have the choice to close their minds and souls to the truth, and thus fall astray. While I may not share your path, I know that you have followed the course set to you with integrety. As such, I am not at enmity with you.

*Deniel lowered his eyes from the consular to Julian, thinking about how best to say what he desired. However, before he could speak, he needed to know more about the child. Instead of offering an answer, he asked a question.*

What is a friend? Define the nature and existence of a friend.

*In his life, there were few that Deniel called friends. The term held no merit to him. To be a friend was to be given an attribute on the merits of emotion, and to overlook the message that Fate sent about a person. However, if the definition of friend was closer to something that Deniel had in mind...*

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Julian [ Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:09 pm ]
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"What is a friend? Someones who cares for each others and stuffs. Likes we can talks and hang outs and play and learns stuffs about each others."

The child stood there somewhat perplexed at the question but maintained his smile.

The consular placed his hand on Julian's shoulder as a sign of faith in the child's abilities and judgement...even though befriending a Sith was far from a good thing, his faith in people was not something to be shunned.

=Consular Padawan= "That is quite interesting."

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Deniel Yann [ Tue Oct 30, 2012 10:46 pm ]
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By extension, being a friend would be protecting one another, ensuring that they reach their full potential. It includes the sharing of knowledge...

*Here, Deniel changed his gaze to the Consular Padawan, making special emphasis.*

... All knowledge.

*Deniel's gaze returned to the child, searching the depths of Julian's eyes for the answers he needed. At this point, Deniel had a hunch... But he didn't know enough.*

Exercise, training, and together fulfilling the paths set to us by Fate?

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Julian [ Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:16 pm ]
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As Julian nodded both Padawans looked at each other a look of concern on their face. The consular looked at the Sith and gave him a bit of a smile but there was something else behind it.

=Consular Padawan= "The sharing of ideas is of course the foundation for all true knowledge. However sometimes it takes one with a few more years to entertain ideas yet leave them behind if they do not agree with them. Sometimes it is unwise to share certain things with people of certain ages, not that they are not intelligent enough to understand them, but sometimes they are not yet ready to hear them."

Julian smiled at Deniel, he kind of liked him yet he was somewhat intimidated by him at the same time. Nevertheless he didn't rescind his offer of friendship, but there was something amiss...something troubling his two friends.

"I cans shares lots of knowledge. I'm just learning what all the cool little plants is and thats you can eats some of them when you lost in the woods. I has lots of knowledge i cans share with you."

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Deniel Yann [ Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:01 pm ]
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*For Deniel, there was something about the Padawan's that annoyed him. They were intrusive, restrictive, and they were without reasons in his eyes. He returned his gaze and spoke.*

Yet many years have passed in which people learned things when they were told. Perhaps Fate wants him to know now? Why hold him back? Knowledge is power to do as is needed. True it takes years to learn the art of discernment... But perhaps that is the art of foolishness and weakness? Beware what you say, or some might find you... Unworthy.

*Deniel lowered his gaze to Julian after speaking his slightly veiled threat, looking into the child's eyes as he took hold of the bracelet.*

I will accept your... Friendship. With it, a promise that I will not harm you. I ask for nothing in return, save that you mind my words now. Beware of who you trust, for some do not have your best interest at heart. They may seem to, but they do not. Those who care for you will make you strong, and show you how to walk your own path, not tell you which path it is that you should follow. Listen to Fate, follow it's words. I must go now, but I promise that we will meet again.

*Deniel stood full height, his expression still as grim as ever, and turned. He began to walk away, then stopped and turned back.*

Listen to Fate, trust it. If you are ever in need, then hold onto your strength. I will always be there for you.
This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist, and the armipotent soldier.
-William Shakespeare


We live at the level of our language.

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