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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Nov 29, 2005 0:03:31 GMT -5
((Kroenen, thats what's called a Digimon Character.)) (Not just ANY Digimon character. Beelzemon, cool badass biker Demon Lord digimon. And yes, I know. Kroenen's uniform is a way of me making a tribute to him.)
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Post by econdha on Nov 29, 2005 4:23:01 GMT -5
OOC: Red's gone...AGAIN. This is why I didn't want to be kidnapped. I'm just gonna assume we eventually made it back to the Invisible Hand. I'm gonna assume 'eventually' means 'exactly when I intended it to arrive.'
IC: Droids met the shuttle, ready to take the unresisting prisoner. Jashara walked numbly down the hallway. Humanoids were almost always venegful creatures. She imagined what she'd do to someone who'd attempted to take her hostage and use her as a living sheild.
She hoped Greivous didn't give the one in the trenchcoat free reign. She hoped she would be taken to a cell and given a fair trial. She knew better.
The droid's metal feet clanged on the floor, echoing down the corridor. Something was...odd. Jashara knew ships, she knew how planners tended to lay them out. She wasn't familiar with this model of ship, or this particular ship, but it didn't take a fool to recognize that she was not being led to the brig.
A door opened and the droid announced stupidly. "General Greivous, we've brought the Sith's prisoner." Why in the starway had it brought her to the General himself??? They manhandled her into the room where the General, an enormous droid and the one Matthus had called Colonel, stood.
Gods he wasn't that big before, was he?? I'd never have been able to see over his shoulder. I would have noticed that tail, too. Why did situations like this always go bad to worse?
OOC: The perfect opportunity to show off your new toys, Colonel. You're perfectly welcome to torture/kill her as you please. I know I can trust you to make it an effective demonstration.
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Post by Masurao on Nov 30, 2005 15:06:31 GMT -5
Buitre rubbed her wrists where the restraints had held on to their unmerciful tightest, leaving a signature red mark onto the skin. It wasn’t painful; a bit hot though, just a sense of being aware that something was damaged without the nerves going into freak-out mode.
What was left of the upper part of a droid laid a few feet in front of her, its skeletal fingers still curled around the standard weapon issued to these mindless buckets of bolts. Sparks jumped out of the cracked crevices from the chest plate, hissing and bursting in a way that would have seemed rather pleasant had it not been for the current circumstances. Buitre kicked the gun away from the droid’s hand, and picked it up with one hand. It was lighter than she had expected. Cold and light. Nothing impressive, but with a little bit of aim this little toy could do some damage.
She looked up to the Jedi. That happy-go-lucky bastard was the source and continuity of her problems.
Her eyes narrowed.
She reversed the rifle, stepped forward, and jabbed the stock hard into the middle of his face.
A sickening crunch echoed through the room.
The Jedi yelled in pain, hands clamping over his face as blood poured from the injury and pattered over his clothes. A bit of it pooled on the floor. He babbled incoherent words which none of them made sense, good chance there was a curse word or two thrown into the mix, but most likely drowned by the scream.
“There. Because of you, my ship was blown up, so now I broke your nose. And we’re still not close to being even.”
Buitre left the Jedi where he knelt on the floor. She looked out the opening; no more droids. That may or may not be a good sign. Good chance messing with the restraints had triggered some sort of alarm or fail-safe, meant to send droids to check what the hell went haywire. Hopefully these droids were the only ones being sent so far. That should buy them some time to figure out a plan to get out of here…well, at least try to make it as they go along. If they make it that long…
Buitre stepped out into the hall. She had no idea the layout of this ship, but if she remembered anything from looking at it for the first time was that it was big. Gods know where they could be located right now. She wished for those little signs, the ones that could be found in large shopping centers, to pop out of the blue right now and say “You are HERE” with a little dot and everything. But alas, no such sign appeared.
Left seemed like a good choice. About as good as going right. Only one way to find out.
“Listen, I’m not sure if you Jedi are into revenge and whatnot, or if it was your original intention, so if you want to go ahead and kill this…General, that’s fine by me. Seriously, just go without me. I don’t want to get in the way of whatever the hell you Jedi do for fun. As for me, I’m going to find where the damn escape pods are located and haul my ass off this freak circus. Thanks for the rescue, but I figured that my chances of staying alive will increase dramatically the farther you are away from me.”
She only got a moan in response.
“Uh…You might want to lift your head up…You know, stop the blood flow…”
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Post by SwiftBlade on Dec 1, 2005 0:41:56 GMT -5
Son of a bitch. Askim thought. Askim had not been to skilled in the art of force healing. Last time he tried, his wound ended up worse than before. Bringing his hands up to his nose, he squinted in pain as he slowly moved it back into place. Next, he simply brought his hands up and had the force do the rest. Melding the the wound back together by the opposite forces, he narrowed his eyes in anger.
Walking out of the cell he stared at her as she began to walk in the other direction. "I could've left you in there you know. Let's just call this an eye for an eye." He yelled over to her. As she turned around Askim suddenly moved his hand forward with intense speed, which was quickly followed by a large ripple in the grating, sending her into the air and onto the ground.
"You can do whatever you want, but you're finished if Grievous or his pals find you. So you can either follow me, or be lost. Because I," He concluded with an extended I, "Have traversed this ship and escaped, before. The escape pods are relatively close to where Grievous controls the ship, you'd have to be suicide to go there by yourself. I on the other hand am going to find my lightsabers and leave my own way."
He simply rounded the corner afterwards, she was not his superior, she needed to learn her place when trying to escape from the most infamous droid in the universe. First he had to go back to the trophy case, and once again, there were his lightsabers......Obviously hooked up to the ships computers judging from the laserlights touching it. With a pair of force pulls, he got his lightsabers back, probably setting off another silent alarm. Hooking each one on his belt, he looked back to see if Buitre was as smart as he thought she was.
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Post by Masurao on Dec 7, 2005 15:57:48 GMT -5
The arrogance of the Jedi’s behavior was more than enough initiative for Buitre to decide she had enough of the lightsaber wielding fool, and promptly made up her mind to go her separate way. Wherever the hell the Jedi had decided to go, she hoped it would get him killed. No, maybe asking for the Jedi’s death was too inappropriate, after all, he had released her from the binds of that awful cell; so allowing the Jedi a few precious moments of life suffered only in excruciating pain would be a generous way to make him worth his own mortality.
Maybe then he’d be more grateful to the person that had her ship blown up to save his worthless Jedi hide.
The empty halls were already releasing a light echo with each step she took; risking her position to express her frustrations verbally would not be smart. She had already experienced how the treatment of “guests” were performed, and did not wish to overstay her welcome. On that note, she had to comment that this crazed General was the worst host to date. Why, not even snacks were served. How rude.
If only I could find the damn escape pods…
Then again, she had no reason to expect the pods to be anywhere near her current position. Though her own ship had turned the detention chambers into storage rooms, they were far from any escape ship. Placing the escape pods near the detention center would be pretty stupid. So no, hopes had to be trimmed for the time being. Rationale and realism over hope and chances.
“Ungrateful bastard…” she found herself muttering under her breath. She raised the rifle. “If I had a half a mind to, I would –”
A closed entranceway greeted Buitre at the end of the hall. Heavily locked with a code key next to it, this was not a door intended for general use. If it were, it would always be opened, or at least open when someone approached, unless instructed otherwise. It was only luck that had halted her steps before walking under the lens of the holocam mounted outside the hatch. She did not wished to know what would happen if she were to pass under it. There were other passageways a few yards back, but going through all of them trying to find the most favorable route through trial-and-error was not only a waste of time, but – given the circumstances – greatly unwise. Who knew which hall contained a group of (B-2) super battle droids with the order to maul, mutilate, or any other nasty little command?
The thought sent a shiver down her spine. How long would it be before she’d have to actually use the rifle? Granted, she knew how to aim and shoot the thing…but against super battle droids? Hell, even “normal” battle droids would be something she’d want to avoid meeting in a hallway. And – gods forbid – droidekas! So many droids, so little spaces to hide from them. What happened to the days when people killed other people?
The Jedi would know how to deal with droids. Would she be safer trusting her – lack – of skills, or with the Jedi fool?
There were safety in numbers, and the Jedi had proven to be pretty dexterous with that oversized glow stick of his. Then again, she doubted he would greet her back with open arms after she’d broken his nose. She knew she wouldn’t, in his position. And if things were to get ugly? Hey, they wanted him, not her; there was that much comfort.
A loud clank snapped Buitre out of her thoughts, automatically bringing the rifle up to her chest. Battle droids? Super battle droids? Droikekas? After a few nerve-wracking, motionless moments, Buitre turned and ran back. There was no freaking way in any hell she was going to stay and find out.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Dec 21, 2005 16:43:45 GMT -5
Suddenly a pair of lightsabers pierced through the wall. Slowly making a door, Askim kicked it down to see Buitre running away.
"HEY! There's nothing to be afraid of chicken shit!" He yelled to her. Afterwards several more clicks on metal followed his sentence. Turning around there was the monsterous jedi killer. The droid had a magnificent design, oh how Askim would've loved to study the blue print. His fantasy however was cut short as it raised its middle hands. The design was simple, a pair of miniguns, but they rotated to a pair of metal fists. Each finger was very short, it was obvious they were meant for hitting.
"Uh oh." He muttered, using a force pushing sending him flying through the hole he had made. "Eh, that thing is heavy." sighed, he was sent flying, not it, by his own attack none the less. Askim looked back over to see it was going at the door like crazy and it fell over with a loud clunk. Narrowing his eyes, he yelled, "Ok you wanna go? Let's go!" Extending both lightsabers he grinned in triumph, just another droid, easily beaten. As Askim was thinking this however, the bottom pair of arms and the top pair of arms both extended a pair of light sabers side by side. Each had a metal tip in front of the light sabers, meaing these weapons were made for slashing. "O...." Askim simply muttered, his two against the droid's eight, the force push was useless, this didn't look good.
Running in with force enhanced speed, he struck the arm with a grin, only to see his weapon did no damage.... and was deactivated. "Uh oh." He muttered, turning tail and running right before the droids four light saber arms came down and cut through the floor. "Yipe!" He yelled, round the corner running into Buitre. As he saw her, things seemed to go into slow motion. Save her, or let her be a distraction? She did break my nose though. She did ignore the facts I saved her. Bah... Grabbing onto her waste as he ran, he yelled, "Don't talk just run!" Looking back he saw the droid was hot on his tail, two light saber arms pointing up, two pointing down. Both were scraping against the hallway. It was obvious this droid didn't care for the ship, only the demise of the jedi. Looking back he saw the middle pair of hands suddenly fold from fists back to gatling guns. Looking up ahead there was a fork in the road, "Sorry." He whispered, throwing her down to the right, he ran to the left narrowly dodging the bullets. Using a force grab, he bent metal from the wall in the path of the bullets, only for it to be crushed as the KG-7 stomped through it. Looking ahead Askim gasped as ahead was a dead end, a reinforced door blocked his path. Should've thrown Buitre down this hall. He thought. The KG-7 was gaining speed fast, and the light sabers on it's arms began to twirl, not spin like Greivous did, but twirled making it seem like one large light saber. Doing what he could, Askim suddenly run up the door and jumped off, narrowly dodging the KG-7's attack as it sliced the door into four pieces. "EAT THIS!" He yelled, going to stab his light saber in its head, a plate suddenly shot up from it's neck. Blocking the attack Askim's light saber once again went dead. "What is this stuff!?" Askim yelled, pushing off its back and taking off in the other direction. Behind him the KG-7 twirled around, slicing into the walls without care, and began to fire its guns, just for the bullets to be slashed away by Askim's unarmed lightsaber before he rounded the corner.
"What did these guys come up with anyway!?" He yelled in thought, running back out of the hall and trying to find a place to hide from the KG-7.
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Post by Halflife on Dec 25, 2005 0:39:47 GMT -5
Koriban walked through the large holes in the wall that the KG-7 had left behind. "Shouldnt be too hard to find..." he thought to himself.
Then through the corridors came the unmistakable sound of gunfire. "Goddamn droid gonna put holes alls through the *pauk*ing hull if its not careful!" he exclaimed. He extended his staff, the sharp blades on he end shimmering in the light as he made his way to KG-7's position, using the sound of gunfire to direct him.
** The blazing sound of gun fire was getting louder, thus he was getting closer. "This thing must really be unloading it on him" he thought, "oh well, his fault for getting caught, the stupid JedI." He rounded a corner, and came face to face, or more like face to back, considering its giant towering size, with the large machine whom was, with its arm extended, giving the jedi a full round. “STOP FIRING, YOU STUPID DROID!” he yelled.
Short from stopping, its head swiveled around to face the new comer. Its red glowing eye starting scanning the subject done, despite this being the fiftieth time they’ve ’met’, the KG-7 was program to only save memory space for Kroenen, all else was given into fighting and remembering enemies fighting technical, not names and appearances. “Specimen positively identified as Koriban, officer of Colonel Kroenen.” came the robotic voice of the large droid before him. “Order to cease fire acknowledged.” And with that, the monstrous machine hail of gun fire stopped, and it lowered its blades.
"Defense position,” he ordered. “Fire only on my command!" “Acknowledged.” The machine said once more.
He knew the jedi was just behind the next wall. "Come out Jedi! Koriban then began to concentrate...
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Post by econdha on Dec 25, 2005 0:47:34 GMT -5
what?
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Post by The General on Dec 25, 2005 4:13:16 GMT -5
Grievous backed away slightly as the giant machine came through the portal. He was expecting Kroenen, not this thing. His hands lowered to his sabers, the ivory, skeletal fingers preparing to flick the switch's on and do battle with the Mechanical behemoth. Silence hung un the air as the two creatures stared at one another, neither one moving.
Even Grievous was surprised at the machination, but it slowly worked through his mind and he moved his hands away from the sabers, instead lowering his head in a slight greeting bow. This creature was amazing and even more so advanced beond all imagining. Kroenen was the only being Grievous knew intelligent and resourceful enough to make something of the kind. His beliefs were confirmed when the Machine backed away, and then kneeled after finishing it's confirmation as to who he was.
The next creature to exit the gate was once again, most certainly not the Colonel. He looked rough, but he didn't hold the same commanding air that Kroenen did, nor the air of power. Grievous too acknowledged him lightly, nodding his head a little, his hunched over frame delved beneath the cloak he typically wore.
The next being however, was Kroenen. Even with the differant look, he recognized the Colonel instantly. The improvements were stunning, amazing even by Grievous' standards, which were particullarly high. He took in every new detail with his eyes, including the fifth limb he had added on in order to improve his fighting ability, Grievous assumed. "Greetings Colonel," He rasped, bowing deeper than he had with the other two. "You haven't missed much. Matthus is missing along with one of the prisoners and the other two have escaped, according to my readings..."
Grievous snarled lightly as he was moved by the hulking monstrosity as it tore down the hallway of in a random direction. "Think nothing of it Colonel..." Grievous said slowly. "And as for that we do need to get him under control, half of the ship is already blown up, I would rather not have the other half...maimed..."
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Post by SwiftBlade on Dec 25, 2005 23:09:09 GMT -5
ooc: *sigh* Guys... I've been nice. I've let you guys control my character a lot lately, but Half Life, that's kind of the last straw. You have no idea what my character would've truely done, what you described was exactly the opposite. Askim is no coward, if he knows he's going to die, hell he'll put up the fight of his life before he's done, but falling to the ground and cowering in fear? He wouldn't even have rounded the corner, he would've taken the approach cautiously. Bah! I've been controlled left and right, and I'd really like it if I could control my own character enough to make this fun for me, that's the reason why I took a break last time, I hardly controlled my own character. So I'm asking you Half life, please edit your post and actually let me rp instead of automatically doing something like that.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Dec 26, 2005 12:55:26 GMT -5
ooc: I dunno, you could end the post at where you were calling me out, then we could rp it from there if you wouldn't mind.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Dec 28, 2005 2:30:22 GMT -5
OOC: Look out for Koriban, as stupid as the RPer is (what? You know you are) the character he is rping is a tricky one. Very skilled in illusions. Can bring your worst fears to life, make you see things that arent really there... Really fuck up your mind. No, force doesnt resisit it. Agita overpowers force. Unless you're some kind of Master or something, it will resisit it. Not completely, but some.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Dec 28, 2005 15:05:04 GMT -5
ooc Illusions are illusions, no way to steer clear of them, I know that. The man was calling him out, what did he think Askim was stupid? That huge droid was there. Then again, it maybe have been his only chance to attack it, and maybe even kill it. Askim had noticed the head seemed to be the weakest part of the robot's body, perhaps his light saber could actually effect that area. Rolling out from behind the corridor, he suddenly threw his light saber in a spinning motion, using the force he would call it back if it struck anything. The downside to this manuever was, if the droid still blocked it, the light saber would again be deactivated for several minutes. The man beside the droid seemed dangerous too, it was like an aura of evil surrounded him. ooc: Writers block... sorry guys, I'm running out of ideas atm, hopefully Askim can get some help some time soon. It's like everyone vs Askim and Buitre, even then she seems negative about helping him. Heh
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Post by Masurao on Dec 28, 2005 22:57:39 GMT -5
Buitre only saw the Jedi run towards her, but before she could say all the nastiest curse words that she knew, she was grabbed and made to run with him with a speed she wasn’t sure she could keep up for very long. The view became blurry as they sped down the hallways; Buitre unsure whether to let go and demand an explanation from the impulsive Jedi fool or take heed to his worried tone. Something told her the Jedi may be in a more serious mood than she realized. An uncomfortable chill shot up her spine, making her shudder involuntarily. An ominous shadow eclipsed over the ambiance. The air itself seemed to turn to ice with every breath. Buitre dared to look back for a split second, and instantly regretted it. It was…some thing. Big, black, and malevolent.
And it was chasing them.
Before she could realize the full horror of the situation, Buitre was thrown into a dark hallway while the Jedi let go of her and went into another direction. For a split second Buitre was overcome with fear and cowered in the shadows, just waiting for anything to happen. Anything. Whatever had to happen, just let it happen. She could hear all sorts of monstrosities: Blaster fire, deep whirling, yelling, groaning metal, more yelling… Her hands clamped over her ears, her eyes shut tightly. Let this be over with, she pleaded. It all seemed so surreal, it had to be a dream, or an illusion, or something. She was as terrified as she hadn’t been in years for reasons she didn’t know why. It was as if the very air was feeding fear into her with every breath she took.
Even more frightening, that thing was still out there…
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Post by Halflife on Jan 3, 2006 8:06:51 GMT -5
The Jedi Stood Before him ready to face his enemy. "Brave of you boy, but foolish..." Koriban said, "KG-7 lower weapons"
then came the mettalic voice again *Order Acknowledged* the great machine lowerd its trunk like arm. "i do not need this overlarge machine to help me bring you in Jedi. but if you really want to do things the hard way..." koriban threatened.
Koriban slowly started to walk towards the Jedi "see your position...you are in a ship surrounded by gaurds, including the biggest of all just behind me, and even if u manage to get by me and this piece of tin although in all minds is not going to happen, what then? youll be facing kroenen, and he is not one to negotiate...*just then something else cought Koriban attention...someone or something apart from this jedi was on the ship...and should not be...but who? he thought...* "doesnt matter, his mission was to stop the KG-7 and take the jedi in alive, or was it dead... he never was really one to listen to that specific detail... well either way it didnt really matter to him, he liked the kill now ask questions later approch... so whoever or whatever it was could wait...
Koriban stoped and focused again on the jedi "now Jedi" koriban spoke to him again "youve got 5 seconds to decide..." he held up his hands and started counting down, lowering one finger at a time...
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jan 3, 2006 16:07:13 GMT -5
"Hehe. Don't bother, I've dealt with this ship before, I've dealt with your master, before, and I've dealt with General Grievous, before. Are you saying your stronger than your master? That, I highly doubt. Now, tell me if you saw this coming." As the man landed on three, he suddenly shot his hand into the air used the force to break the lights on the entire hallway. The man probably didn't realize, that Askim was still missing his lightsaber. As it came back spinning in Koriban's direction, Askim grinned. He knew chances were this man would catch it, being able to be seen in the dark and all. With a sudden force push, He intended to shoot Koriban right into the lightsaber barely a yard behind him.
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Post by Halflife on Jan 3, 2006 22:12:25 GMT -5
The Lights went out, but it made no diffrence to him, his mask allowed him to see in the dark so it wasnt a bother. "i would never think i am stronger then the great Korenen, and as for the General, u must of escaped with in an inch of your life" as koriban kept walking forward he suddenly realised something, and stepef once to his left, and a whirl of light rushed past him.
"you do not think i have delt with your kind befor jedi filth?" koriban asked "your moves are all to familiar! tell me do you have anything new?"
(OOC: sorry my posts are still short, but im having some blocks here, we need general and kroenen to come in at one point)
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Post by Masurao on Jan 4, 2006 14:34:17 GMT -5
Something was happening out there. It seemed impossible that the corridor Buitre was in could be any darker, but soon enough she was proven wrong. Black. All black. There was little difference if she closed her eyes or remained them open. It was black, open or closed. Like being blind. Buitre’s eyes useless, her ears began to scan around for every little hint of the situation, anything that could cue her in on what was going on and how well she could fare in this mess. The intense beating of her heart and the faint, salty scent of her sweat were the only allusions of her person, but not of the world outside. Then, voices. There were voices coming from the darkness. One voice she could recognize as the Jedi’s; a consoling relief. The other she could not recognize, but it was dark and menacing, and it sent a chill down her spine with every word he uttered.
Her shoulder injury had begun to throb painfully with each passing moment. Buitre was so busy worrying about the thing outside and how it was chasing her that when she had a chance to slow down her body took that opportunity to courteously remind her of other problems. Adrenaline was doing all it could to numb the pain to a dull reminder, but the wound still felt hot to the touch and hurt whenever she moved her arm. A sharp yelp escaped her mouth when she accidentally bumped her injury against the wall, releasing a few loud curse words afterwards. Immediately she clamped a hand over her own mouth, gasping. That had been foolish. Had she been heard? What about the Jedi? The Jedi…What was his name? Buitre couldn’t remember if the Jedi had ever introduced his name to her, and if he had then it didn’t matter because she had already forgotten.
Stupid Jedi. This was all his fault. It had to be. If it wasn’t, then she’d damn make sure the blame will end up on him anyways.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jan 4, 2006 22:00:03 GMT -5
"Hmpf. Maybe. An inch of my life though, HA. Do you see a scratch on me? I can see you're a formidable opponent, but this is your downfall. You're relying to much on the equipment you bare, tell me, how will you fair if I did something along the lines of this?" Askim replied. Light or dark, it was the same time him, he had been trained to fight blind folded, this was no different. Sensing his opponent's faint figure, he snarled as he shot his hand forward and force pulled at those goggles of his, with enough force to drag the KG-7. He seemed confident until he heard something... "Shit..." He muttered, it was Buitre. Gotta do this fast. Suddenly after the pull, he whirled around and sent a terribly powerful force push into the floor sending a large ripple straight toward him.
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Post by Halflife on Jan 5, 2006 0:54:31 GMT -5
the Floor had now become an almost massive wave, ripping towards him extremly fast,Koriban only had 1/4 of a second to think before making up his mind. so instead of running bacwards, Koriban started running full pelt into the advancing metal, he raised his bladed staff weapon above his head, and more then a 2 feet away he thrust it into the ground and used it as a javiline to leap over it barley grazing the ceiling as these corridors were not that big.
he was over the wave, but now he was soaring down towards the jedi, he didnt have much time, only at least 3 seconds remained to him, he concentrated...reached out, into his darkness, the very place all jedi's keep their gravest images...sencing...feeling what he could use...and then he found it... he concentrated hard, and then to see before he made impact, the jedi's eyes suddenly open with utter fear and horror...
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