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Post by Eaon on Dec 23, 2009 20:58:44 GMT -7
They'd taken more than his arm where it was needed. They'd cut him off at the shoulder and reattached his arm there. Eaon knew they'd said the damage to his bones done by his lightsaber was too extensive to keep the wound, but Eaon knew better. They'd done this to him on purpose. Eaon would need revenge, but he needed a way out first and a place to go. Eaon had been awake when they'd dragged him off, he knew he was on Coruscant again, far away from the safety of Raxus Prime.
Finally the doctor came to him, Eaon's arms and legs were both bound, but not for long. Through the glass and steel of his container Eaon could see out, and see the face of the Doctor.
"Hello prisoner how are you today?" The doctor said with a some what lighter, arrogant voice that made Eaon think that he was being taunted. Still Eaon said nothing and waited, concentrating his mind. In a swift instant Eaon used Force Push to launch a wave of force Energy knocking the glass that sealed him in. The shards of glass sprayed the doctor in the face, cutting into his head and killing him.
"The usual Doctor." Eaon said as he closed his eyes and searched the room, finding the keys. Using the Force Eaon lifted the keys and floated them above him and carefully opened up one of his wrist bindings. Eaon then grabbed the key and unlocked the remaining binds on his body. Sitting up for the first time since Hoth, Eaon looked around and climbed out of the bed. Aside from his medical robes Eaon was naked, and on an enemy Star Destroyer that was a serious problem.
It was weird getting used to his new Arm, but Eaon would manage. A Medical droid was freaking out too, Eaon didn't need to bu when he walked by he grabbed it's skull and crushed it under the might of his new arm. It was a good way to test his motor functions. Eaon was still a little disorientated from standing up for the first time in awhile. He quickly made his way across the floor of the Medical Station and to the changing area. It was there Eaon found his things, his Lightsaber and clothing and quickly changed again, only taking a glove from another person's locker to cover up his new arm, it would be a surprise for someone else later.
Eaon wasn't out of the woods yet though, making his way from the changing area, Eaon began to navigate around the Corridors of the Imperial Star Destroyer, avoiding the sight line of all the people around him as he did so. Finally Eaon came to the Storm Trooper equipment area, and snuck inside. Once inside Eaon encountered only one storm trooper and force lightning dispatched of him quickly. Eaon then found a bit of cloth he quickly fashioned together for a make shift cloak and over his left arm he wore Imperial Storm Armor.
Eaon then made his way back to the main part of the ship, Saber drawn and began cutting down anyone he passed until he reached the Escape Pods. Once there Eaon launched from the pods to the streets of Coruscant. From there Eaon wondered the streets until he found an armor Shop where he bought an armored mask. Then Eaon made his way out of the streets to the Imperial Palace, he had a meeting with a certain Empress.
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Dec 23, 2009 22:00:33 GMT -7
She changed, dropping the white sleeping garments she'd been in onto the floor before stepping forward, away from them, and grabbing the black dress that she seemed to be much more fond of, what with it's elaborate lace and ribbon accents and feminine design.. Evelyn stayed to the side of the room, looking down at her feet until her Mistress started to the door, apparently satisfied with her appearance. She had intended to nap longer, but the list of laws she'd yet to finish were on her mind as they had been since she'd started them that day. To make matters worse, she couldn't help but think of the Jedi that the grunt had mentioned earlier. Eaon Norellia, Oege, Taisho Techimaru... Where were they now? Doing what? She wondered. Her mind was too full to sleep.
She made her way out of her room and down the hall, Evelyn following closely behind her. She was met within minutes of her exit by two men, both in robes that covered their faces. Their newest prisoner, brought by Darth Keitavon Fox, had escaped and was murdering people left and right, as it were. She grimmaced. 'Not again,' she thought, sighing loudly before she looked behind her at the bandaged girl who jumped slightly under the Empress's harsh gaze. “Fetch me my lightsabers. Quickly” and Evelyn knew that she would be punished severely if she wasn't back before the man who was attacking people arrived, so she uttered a quick “Y-Yes, Lady Astren!” before running quickly to get the two objects that her Highness had demanded.
Meanwhile, Astren waived her hand, signaling to the two guards that they should rise and prepare themselves for battle. If Evelyn wasn't back, these two would make decent sacrifices. At the moment, part of her assumed she wouldn't need the Force. How dangerous could he be? Her underlings were proving to be incompetent lately. They mustn't have been hard to defeat, especially if they'd been far under her own subordinates such as those he'd killed had been.
She walked swiftly, closing the distance between her own position and the entrance where she waited in silence for her opponent to show himself. It was less than a minute before she sensed him, the coming man with the weak level of Precognition that allowed her to know that someone was coming close. Ironically, about the same time his presence grew strong, Evelyn's footsteps could be heard faintly as she raced down the hall with Astren's weapons in hand, the two purple blades and the red backup.
So, who might her opponent be? And there was a moment of oppressive stillness before he was made visible to them.
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Post by Eaon on Dec 23, 2009 22:28:01 GMT -7
Two more guards approached Eaon as he made his way through the lavish compound. Blasters were nothing to him and with a quick block he reflected both blaster bolts into their chests killing the guards as he continued on his wave of destruction. The hum of his Saber guiding his every foot step as he passed through the halls cutting down people as he could.
Finally Eaon made his way to a lift and found himself several stories up from where he was, and on the other side of the hall from the Sith Empress. Eaon stopped for a second, it was a good thing she couldn't see his face, because Eaon was in awe of her beauty. He honestly hadn't expected her to appear nearly as well as she did. Eaon remembered Palpatine well and he was a scared, deformed, ugly, horrid person, yet this one was not as her predacessor was. However they two could have been different as Night and Day. As things went Palpatine was cunning and dangerous, this Empress had failed every challenge that had come before her.
Eaon still couldn't believe it though, she really must have been an Angel from Iego. Her hair was long, and bleach blond, almost white. Her skin was just as pale, cold looking, and probably felt just as lifeless and the people who crossed her. Her eyes were an interesting red, most Sith had yellow, cold yellow eyes mutated by darkness. However when it came to this one, her only visable mutation was her wings, they were not like the rest of the Angels, no, they were feathery. Then she wore black, a compliment to her Sith heart, hopelessly dark and void of all things.
Eaon drew his blade upwards parallel with his face and looked across at this lady of darkness. "Empress, I know not your name, just that this day our destiny's have converged. Prepare to face it."
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Dec 23, 2009 23:16:07 GMT -7
“I would imagine that you should know how rude it is to inquire at all of someone else's name before giving your own. I, alternatively, have not forgotten my manners.” and in the pause, Evelyn was made visible in the background, coming closer and closer, her remaining eye wide and afraid when she noticed that she was late. Astren would be mad... The socket where an eye had once been throbbed in pain, reminding her what would happen if she messed up like this again. One by one, every broken bone, every burn, every slice... One by one, each and every one of them reminded her. It would happen again... It would happen again.
“My name is Astren Rosalba Chevalier III” she stated, nodding her head momentarily in the sort of respect that leaders are obligated to give their followers, a mechanic response after living in such a high position for just long enough. She waited for his response, hopefully one with his name. Evelyn arrived, now walking slowly as if to try and hide the sound of her footsteps and held the two sabers out to her mistress, looking down with a tangible fear at what would come as soon as Astren was finished with this man before her.
The Empress took the two sabers and, matching her opponent, watched as two purple beams came forth. So haughty... This stranger would pay for his disrespect to the Dark Lady of the Sith.
"Yours is?"
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Post by Eaon on Dec 24, 2009 0:25:37 GMT -7
"Perhaps if you'd spent more time managing armies instead of practicing edicate your Empire would not be slipping away from you." Eaon said from behind his mask before approaching again dropping his blade to his side, yet still in a way that he could respond to an attack. Eaon was not a master of the styles he'd be forced to use, but his enemy didn't know that. Eaon could fight her, he could defeat her, and he could put an end to a war before it began.
Eaon watched someone run up and hand off two weapons to this Astren the III or whatever she was insisting her name was. Foolish girl didn't know her place, she was not Astren The III, she was the same person he was at this moment. Eaon wouldn't allow her to just sit around and make a mockery of The Force, Sith or otherwise. However Eaon was curious as to how she came to power, he'd been in hiding so long he'd never gotten the chance to find out, perhaps it was time for a discussion before a decapitation.
She however was like Eaon in that it seemed that two sabers was more her forte. This put Eaon at a disadvantage, not only did he have a new arm, but he was short a weapon, perhaps he could find another. However the fact that Astren had a weapon delivered to her meant she was often times unprepared for combat. That was very foolish of her, and Eaon would see that it be something that she not take lightly again, should she live to make that mistake.
"My name is Sith." Eaon growled through his mask before charging head strong towards Astren, making a quick diagonal strike from his lower right towards her upper left in an attempt to test her ability to fight.
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Dec 24, 2009 1:07:17 GMT -7
Impudence! Disgrace! How dare he insult her!? In just one sentence, he'd managed to set her off and put a fun fight out of her mind completely. She wouldn't let him win. To allow him to be successful would be to allow him to insult her even further. No, he would suffer. Suffer through long periods of time, through extreme pains that she couldn't bring herself to imagine at that moment.
And then to insult the Sith as a whole by claiming his name was such? Ha! This pathetic worm, this sad excuse for a life form, this irritant that should have rested on the bottom of her shoe... He was named “Sith”? Ha! It was almost funny. Almost. And if he had managed to be humorous, she may have forgiven him, but alas he had no such luck.
The fool. He rushed her, so obvious, so sad. He really had no hope, did he? If he wanted to win against her, he would have had to be far more skilled. This poor fool was centuries away from her level. He'd pushed her buttons. Insulted her. Didn't he think she was aware of that? Didn't he think she had already addressed the fact that her armies were nothing by comparison to what they were capable of? He'd insulted the Sith. Though insulting her personally was a far worse crime, he was merely adding fuel to the fire.
He came forward and she backpedaled, lifting one saber to block his blow, though it still cut through the loose fabric of her dress, probably serving to enrage her more. This was her favorite dress, god damn it... Her eyes flitted from his mask to the handle of the saber, to his hands and her eyes narrowed as she utilized her control over Force Crush. She watched as one them succumbed, the other staying solid much to her surprise before she made a quick Horizontal swing at his stomach, not nearly deep enough to kill him if it hit. It would be a shallow wound- one to make him suffer and ask- no, beg- her to forgive him.
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Post by Eaon on Dec 24, 2009 1:21:01 GMT -7
She was mad, and Eaon could feel it, hell the entire planet could probably feel it. She didn't mask it well, and the man claiming he was Sith quickly flourished and regained his balance himself seeing he'd cut her dress ever so slightly. That gave Eaon a wonderful idea. Why would you just let such a beautiful body go to waste? Jedi were modest and calm, but they weren't ashamed, perhaps the Sith were. Eaon needed to make more cuts and show the world what she was really, just a person who dressed up like the rest of them everyday, or someone too weak to defend themselves.
Then Eaon felt a strong pain in his left hand, the bones cracked and broke twisting and deforming it if only for a moment. Eaon didn't cry out though rather he looked at it and let his eyes scan from the fight back to the Empress. "You should be warned, the last one of your dogs to try that didn't finish the job. And now I'm here before you."
Eaon stepped back quickly as she lunged again, blocking her saber calmly. It wasn't like she was fighting very hard, perhaps it was time for Eaon to up the price again. Stepping forward and making a quick strike with his Makashi Style upwards in an attempt to throw the Empress off balance and extend his cut on her dress upwards more towards her chest. Eaon's eyes were hidden though as were his facial expressions behind his mask. It protected him.
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Dec 24, 2009 1:42:11 GMT -7
Oh, how interesting. So his hand wasn't real, then? Well, that was helpful, at least, If she could destroy his hands, she could remove his ability to fight back with a light saber and reduce him to force-based abilities alone and there, if nothing else, she was sure she could win. She smiled a soft smile and made a soft cooing noise when he mentioned one of her dogs. Grahm was in the hospital now, Draque should have been on an entirely different planet... Then there was Darth Keitavon. He had the time to, he'd mentioned sensing a disturbance in the force before leaving. It made sense.
And she would have asked which one it was, if only for confirmation, but his attack left her suddenly speechless. The sound of tearing fabric alerted her first as she stepped backward quickly, trying to dodge and catch her balance at the same time before she instantly dropped the saber in her left hand, grabbing her dress in order to prevent it from falling apart any more. This... This was humiliating. The most human thing she'd probably ever done, her face flushed a soft shade of pink as she glared at the man facing her, stepping back to angle herself away and cover herself to the best of her ability. To the side, the two men who'd alerted her to Eaon's presence gasped, awe-struck that this man would do something so bold to attack their Empress. It only made it worse, the color in her cheeks becoming more dramatic before she spoke, though not to any of them.
“Get me some water” and Evelyn understood immediately, rushing away as Astren held her dress closed and turned to face her opponent, calling in addition "And a replacement dress.". There were no words for him. As much as she wished she could think of something to say, she couldn't. She was left relatively unarmed now, unable to utilize the Ataru form she knew so well without risking exposing herself. So what is a girl to do in this instance, when her own guards have nearly seen something they most certainly shouldn't have? When her opponent has not attacked her directly but instead sliced at her clothes?
Set them on fire, of course! So she did, using the force to send Eaon and the two bystanders up in flames under the power of Friction Fire and only after she lit them all up did she bother to use Force Crush on Eaon's mechanical arm, now able to watch it crumple.
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Post by Eaon on Dec 24, 2009 14:02:55 GMT -7
Eaon stood back a smirk came across his face, but it was hidden. He was really enjoying the mask he wore, it kept the rest of the world out and kept his movements from being readable. To Lady Astren he would appear to just be a faceless killer who struck randomly and used his abilities in unusual manners. Eaon did have to admit though, even for a Sith she had some views of being humble, at least that's what the blush she had told Eaon, but he knew not to take such a subtle show of anything lightly. A jedi wouldn't have cared and when it came to the Sith it would only make them increasingly dangerous.
Eaon heard the Sith who seemed desperate to keep herself clothed (which made Eaon further wonder why she'd wear such a poofy dress in combat if she didn't expect it to get cut) told her servant thing to go off and grab water. Now what in the name of the Force could she have been thinking? Eaon closed his eyes and felt the Force around him, the normally calm, warm waters that were the Force seemed to be heating up and pulling towards Astren. Suddenly Eaon recognized it, Friction Fire, an ability he'd heard about only in rumors, but that was the only thing that could verge the force this much.
"Tch!" Eaon rolled as the Friction Fire erupted narrowly avoiding a Force Crush that would have destroyed his Mechanical Arm as well. Eaon was fairly sure this girl was not joking around with her power. Eaon didn't waste time though, he pulled off his flaming out layer of clothing and continued forward saber still drawn ready to strike again making another slice towards the torso of the Empress, ignoring the screaming agony of the guards.
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Post by Darth Keitavon Fox on Dec 24, 2009 15:34:44 GMT -7
"THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED!!! THE PRSIONER HAS ESCAPED!!!" The compter of the ship roared through Fox's ears and echoed in his brain. The jedi had escaped, how annoying, but fun. Some lessons must be learned twice apparently. Fox ordered the crew to turn the ship around, he would certainly be after the Sith capital and the woman in charge of it all. Towards the Empress dwelling. As they grew closer to the building Fox used his Force Seeing to search. No force users were close enough to be sensed.
As they passed over the Empree' building he used his Force Seeing yet again. The Jedi was with the Empress! "Move the ship over that spot." Ordered Fox trying to get the troopers to follow his order. Once above the spot Fox jumped out of the ship towards the roof of the building. He could see where the Jedi was. He slashed at the roof creating a gaping hole for him to fall through. He used Force Strike to move the rumble out from his way. As he saw the man in the room, Fox burst through and he used Force Tractus Bardus the man slowe down and Fox remained at his normal speed. Just to make quick work of the situation he combined his Ataru form with his Force Speed and quickly hacked off the man's new robotic hand and swiftly changed to his Teras Kasi and Struck the man with Force Strike. After striking him with an intense amount of speed and strength Fox released his Force Tractus Bardus. "You're misusing the new hand we've giving you Jedi. If anything you should be thankful."
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Post by Sephiroth The One Winged on Dec 24, 2009 15:35:39 GMT -7
(Oh boy, get to rp with two people i wanted aha. how i feels special ^^)
Shinn slowly makes hes way threw the halls, his eyes where scans the doors he was going by, he thought perhaps he had made the wrong turn. Oh that was lovly a Sith Knight making a wrong turn, How powerfull and wise of him. He lets out a loud grown some what moan in anger at himself. It would seem he was waling around this place for hours, lost un sure where to find his master. Well not his master but the teacher of al the empire. His lady. He stopped and rubbed his spiked head slightly, he was getting more upset by the minute. and this place didn't have the nice smell of freshly baked bread. How strange he thought it always came down to that smell. Oh then he heard something.
"Sir...Do you need something?"
Shinn turns around to see a young man standing at a counter full of goods all behind him, at first he couldnt tell what they where until he narrowed his eyes and got a better look at things. 'How to please your man the best' Oh hell He wasnt in that kind of place, He looks around and he starts to take a deep breath. He was worrying now where he was here. and if others seen him in . He looks over at the man and nods his head and turns on a dime and starts on his way once again just remembered he took a wrong turn. He brings up his right hand and waves to the man nicely.
"No, im fine."
He didn't notice how he said that then he heard the voice replying "Indeed yo are" Shinn didn't turn back to look on the man he just made his way to where he needed to be. Once he walks into the area where Eaon was so post to be he grunts slowly and looks at his master.
"My Empress. I return to yo with some info."
Oh perhaps this would be a good time maybe he woudnt be sent on a suicide mission...HOME RUN!!!!
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Post by Eaon on Dec 24, 2009 16:53:15 GMT -7
((OOC: Keita lopping off my arm like that is considered a god-mod and as such is being ignored.))
Two more came close and Eaon was forced to face the fact he was outnumbered three to one. Three Sith against one of him, Eaon liked these odds. The first one to attack was the Sith who he'd chosen to spare before he left his ship, and likewise he attempted to use that special technique he'd used several times on Hoth. However what he didn't realize what Eaon had lots of time to think about that fight on the flight back to Coruscant and he'd found out a decent counter for it.
Using Force Speed Eaon was able to both negate the ability used on him and speed up enough to move out of the way of Keita's strike. Eaon wasn't really someone to be messing around with, if they planned on defeating him they'd better be ready to kill as that's what it was going to take. Eaon wasn't phased by any of them, nor was he afraid of either of them.
"If it isn't the pet of the almost naked Empress. I guess I'll get the pleasure of killing you and the new guy as well." Eaon flipped his blade up parallel to his face. This was going to be fun, it would be hard for them to take Eaon all at once as long as he could keep things under control.
Before Eaon moved or showed any sign of changing his defensive form again he thought and focused on the Empress."Call off your attack dog or I'll kill him. You can sense this I trust. You know the outcome of this match already." Eaon spoke through telepathy so that only the Empress could hear.
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Dec 24, 2009 23:31:56 GMT -7
Damn it! Damn it all right to Hell and back! How could he be so calm!? This wasn't fair at all. The first thing she'd do, as soon as she was lying on the ground in defeat would be to set him on fire again and step on him once she'd put out the flames. The fact that he was remotely successful and- even more so- the fact that he'd humiliated her to thoroughly was more than enough to make the Empress forget the possibility that he might be useful.
And suddenly, there was another burst of action. Her apprentice, Keitavon Fox came in through the ceiling, attempting a hit at Eaon that missed. Eaon dodged swiftly and another man- Shinn- entered as well, apparently unaware of the situation at hand. All these people... And where the hell was Evelyn!? Almost as if on cue, the servant girl returned, dress over her shoulder and a large bucket in her hands. The two interacted in silence, Astren yet to respond to Eaon, though she'd heard him. She slipped the new garment on over the old one, gritting her teeth, before allowing the torn one to fall to the ground while Evelyn grabbed her discarded light saber and handed it to her Mistress once she was free to take it. This dress would do just fine- it was less decorated, so it was less likely to be torn like the other. On that note...
So he wanted to kill Keita, did he? She wouldn't have been surprised if he did. In fact, it was her trust that he would try and succeed that lead her to act as she did. She looked at Keita, lifted one hand, and narrowed her eyes since her hand was occupied and therefore unable to close even slightly, utilizing the effects of a Force Choke on her apprentice. “Your presence is unnecessary and most irritating and worse, you have damaged the roof of my palace and failed to assist me in any way against my opponent.” and she refused to let up her assault on her apprentice as she looked toward the other man. “Unless you would like to join my apprentice or the guards, I advise you find another time to approach me”
And finally, she looked toward Eaon. Her lightsaber had only turned off once, allowing her to change clothes without revealing herself and had been turned back on almost immediately after. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed Keita off to the side, uncaring as to where he should land so long as he wasn't in her way.
Her expression turned cold, almost empty, nearly serene had it not been for the reactions of the Force around her, swaying with an inner tumult of emotions that compiled. Astren was not going to play these games anymore. All the people in this room were no more than property. With the exception of Eaon, all that property belonged to her. Astren didn't like to share and she didn't like to have to get replacements even if they were of nearly no value. This man- this Jedi- had crossed the line.
“Stand down,” she demanded of all those who were in the vicinity or, at least, those under her command. “This man will face me and me alone.” and like her expression, her voice seemed too calm to suit her. She took up a stance, momentarily taking the Ataru opening stance before she sprung forward, focusing on him with the Battlemind effects in the hope that he would cower in fear of her while she rushed him, swinging with quick but graceful steps in an attempt to mortally wound him if not end his life.
In her spinning, jumping attacks, she aimed quite regularly for his face, though as she gained momentum and, by extension, speed, aiming precisely became harder and soon enough she was making attempts at his head a neck rather than his mask alone in addition to the slices she tried to land on either or his arms or his chest.
He was right, though. She did know how this match would end. His severed head, held up in victory by the hair as a sign to others not to oppose her; his body, sprawled and mangled for the rodents of the city to feast on.
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Post by Darth Keitavon Fox on Dec 25, 2009 1:29:08 GMT -7
Fox stood up slowly and rubbed his throat. He would be more than enough to defeat this man. The empress was not giving him the credit he deserved. Maybe he should change how he would become Emperor.... train not to prove to the Empress, but to surpass and kill her himself. He looked at the Jedi, he was giving into the dark side much more than a jedi should. Maybe he could be convinced. "Jedi. Maybe you would be more suited for our ranks, rather than be sent on suicide missions. Your skills are quite admirable," Fox now spoke to his queen, "If i may so say myself." He was unsure if he was heard, but hopefully he had been and this would be considered by both parties.
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Post by Sephiroth The One Winged on Dec 25, 2009 12:12:06 GMT -7
Shinn some what grins seeing His empress choking her student. Excellent he thought, he cold take over from his spot if she killed him, but she didnt, pity, at first he didnt care what was going on, he waves his right hand slight as he crosses his arms.
"Oh no worrys i can wait. Got any pop corn?"
His tone of voice was play full and he was hoping to hear the answer yes, oh coke would be a good add to. His left hand rested on his long lightsaber just in case he sensed if he would be attacked.
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