My name Sith (open)

[Eaon]

Eaon watched he was something of an oddity to them probably. One claiming himself to be merely "Sith" fighting up to three people at once, using powers fueled by hatred and rage, yet remaining calm. Eaon wasn't even that antsy, he was just waiting to see what would happen and watching the expressions on the Empress's face. Nothing continued to happen as she managed to redress herself.

However then something happened of interest, she told the other two people to stand down. Eaon could tell very easily what that meant, a duel and probably to the death. "There's no need for Guards when you don't have a life." Eaon commented on the Empress's remarks to the new comer. Eaon stood in attention almost waiting for any chance to make a strike on the woman until finally she decided to make a move.

The Empress lunged at Eaon spinning through the air, lightsaber drawn. The first second of it, Eaon thought he'd be okay, but his heart began to race. This woman was the Empress after all, what if he'd made a terrible mistake. Eaon's eye's widened beneath his mask and he stepped back, realizing though that there had to be something else wrong with him, it wasn't his resolve right? Eaon knew what he had to do though and that was survive. He moved his blade up and blocked the spinning blade of The Empress, but the force of the hit, knocked Eaon over.

As Eaon fell though he extended his hands and used Force Push in an attempt to catch the Empress off guard and throw her back, giving Eaon sometime to recover and get his head back on his shoulders so to speak.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

He did have a mouth, didn't he? She'd need to fix that...Actually, that may have been a good idea to have that be his punishment if he wasn't killed. She heard Keita speak, but was too focused on Eaon to bother answering him except to curse him in her mind. No, this Jedi was not admirable. No, this Jedi would not be allowed to join their ranks with just one exception. One, just one, and that was unlikely, so he would die or be badly wounded and tortured until death.

She watched as his mask stayed blank, confident that behind it he was turning to jelly. Fear was a powerful motivator. Once he understood that he couldn't win, he'd try to flee and then she could send Keita after him if she didn't catch him herself. Eaon? Ha. He didn't stand a chance.

As she moved through the air, acrobatic and graceful as was a trait of her race, she almost felt her still, emotionless features pull into a small frown. Almost. Damn him, he blocked. It was okay, though, because she watched his form topple over, even if he did use a force push on her. She felt her feet lift off the ground when it first hit her and let out a quiet grunt at the feeling of the Force repelling her. She was okay, though, fueled by the anger at Eaon and, therefore, able to think on her feet at this moment. She opened up her wings, spreading the impressive wingspan while in the air and beat them a few times, not enough to propel her anywhere else but enough to counter the effects of His force push, allowing her to land unharmed, if only off balance for a moment.

She spared no moment, lifting one hand before lightning shot from her fingertips and traveled with impressive speed towards her opponent, the Force Lightning running through him restricted to causing incredible amounts of pain as opposed to killing him. Astren didn't want him dead just yet. He still had to pay for ruining her dress.

[Eaon]

Relentless was the only word Eaon could think of to describe this creature. She was neither slow nor dull, but rather quick and cunning. Truly Eaon had underestimated her ability to fight, however he would have to keep focused, she'd probably used Battlemind on him, a technique that Mace Windu was rumored to use. Eaon didn't really have a counter for it, other than to try and force himself to keep going, but even that would become exhausting as he had an emotional battle with himself.

Eaon steeled himself and stood to his feet, careful not to put pressure on his broken hand. He relocated the Empress who had recovered very well from the Force Push. It wasn't likely to be a problem considering it was a very, very basic technique, but it had bought Eaon the time he needed to get back to his feet and shake the effects of the Battle Mind.

Eaon didn't get much time to stand up on his feet though before a bolt of lightning came flying at him. Eaon, fell to the ground, his muscles contracting against his will from the pain. Eaon let out a pain stricken groan as his body began to fail him, but he wouldn't go without a fight. Eaon did not have a way to absorb the power, of the Empress's attack, but he certainly did have a way to fight back. Extending his fingers on his only good hand, from behind Eaon's wrist popped out a rather interesting device. It was a weapon that not even lightsabers could block, and even if they could this particular one fired too many shots. It was a slug launcher.

In a fraction of a second the weapon opened up and fired a speeding fast round of ammo through Eaon's wrist towards the Empress. The Mechanical Arm had it's merits, it didn't have the pain of being contracted from electricity as Eaon's flesh and blood arm did. "Allow me to thank your pet dog for the upgrade." Eaon growled from the ground, struggling to regain his composure yet again.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

Who the hell gave him that!? What kind of an incompetent fool would arm him!? Her expression stayed a still as stone up until she saw him draw a concealed weapon, at which point she flinched slightly, searching her mind quickly for something to fight against it with. She didn't have any sort of defense against such a weapon... well, not one that dealt with the force. Her eyes landed quickly on Evelyn and, without making a motion, the young girl was put under the effects of a Force Choke that moved her in front of Astren, acting as a body shield.

She gasped and her voice cracked at the first feeling of something clamping around her throat. A reflex, her hands went to her throat. It hurt. That alone hurt. Panic took her for only a moment before she felt it, the brunt of Eaon's attack hitting her. She was still for but a moment, her brain taking longer to catch up with what happened. Each individual projectile hit her, leaving several wound ranging from her knees to her collar bones. It hurt... It hurt really, really bad. And as the seconds ticked by, that pain began to burn. Her body demanded breath, pleading for it though she stayed still for a few seconds while the Empress muffled a groan against the four other projectiles that had missed her shield and hit her. Evelyn's lungs burned, and as she began to squirm again, the wounds inflicted by Eaon pulsed, reminding her of the freshness of the metal shards now embedded in her stomach, chest, and legs. She could almost feel them as the muscles in her stomach tightened against the pain, slicing up everything they touched more, slowly making the wounds worse.

She hit the ground hard once Astren released her, gasping and choking and whimpering as the metallic pieces in her chest shifted against the raw, damaged tissue within her lungs. She seemed to hold her breath as tears welled in her eyes, fighting the pain she was doomed to experience. It hurt in a burning, stabbing, ripping way, such that she thought she would die- or wanted to, it doesn't matter which- if it hadn't been for the fact that she'd had worse before and thrived through that. She breathed with shallow breaths, fighting sobs and cringing hard any time one of them shook her form.

Astren, meanwhile, cringed against the part of the attack she'd been hit with. She was far better off than her servant, suffering on the floor in near-silence, though she couldn't help anything yet. The projectiles from Eaon's weapon were still embedded in her arm and until she got them out, she couldn't heal herself. So, then... Evelyn was bleeding, far worse than she was, but red fluid was slowly seeping out of the wounds. She turned off one of her light sabers and dropped it to the floor,before delivering two fingers to the lowest entry point, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as she fished out the thing that Eaon had shot her with. It took a second, but it worked. She dropped it to the floor at her side before looking at her hand. Blood covered her index and middle fingers up to the second joint from her fingertips. Her breathing was hard, but it was okay. This would work. She fished out the second as well, keeping an eye on Eaon as she removed the pieces from herself, then the third, and finally the fourth, moving quicker with the practice provided by the previous wounds.

As soon as she'd done it, she lifted her empty, blood-covered hand and watched as a red colored lightning shot from her fingertips, heading straight for Eaon with the intent of Draining him in order to heal her own wounds.

[Eaon]

Eaon paced back and forth like a beast waiting for his kill as the Empress used her apparent doll as a meat shield. Eaon had to shake the brief feelings of empathy he felt for the woman and got back to thinking cold like a Sith. If he wanted to survive this and keep his identity secret he couldn't do anything Knightly, he'd have to do something stunning and scary, something most people wouldn't think of doing normally.

The woman lay on the ground gasping for air as the Empress began to let the room fill with the sent of blood. His lightsaber was glowing as Eaon watched the saber on the ground. Eaon turned off his lightsaber and placed it in his coat, only to use

Force Pull

on Astren's lightsaber she'd let fall to the ground, pulling it across the Imperial Palace's floor and into his hand before the Empress had a chance to finish her pulling the slugs out of her body. Eaon ignited the blade and saw it's color as purple as his own, before looking back towards the girl crying on the ground.

Finally the Empress finished her insane tricks and fired a burst of red lightning at Eaon. Finally something he could easily identify. Eaon raised his right arm and let the lightning hit it, knowing it would take longer for it to affect his Mechanical Arm and hurt his body. At the same time Eaon used Force Pull to move Evelyn over to his feet, then Force Choke to lift her from the ground and use her already hurt body to absorb the Empress's attack.

"This battle grows tiresome. End it!" Eaon demanded through his mask as the torture lingered on.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

As soon as he utilized Force Pull on her, Evelyn tried to let out a scared scream, begging and pleading with things like, ”No! P-please, don't!” as she clawed at the ground. This man would certainly kill her, wouldn't he? She was terrified, and fighting against his manipulations over the Force only hurt her worse. She cried aloud, as loud as she could with the limited amount of air she could hold in her lungs due to the slugs embedded in them, one arm wrapping itself around her midsection as if to keep it from falling into pieces while the other tried to get a grip on the floor. It hurt... It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It was the only thing she could think about. why did it hurt so bad? and part of her tried to justify it, make sense of it, by thinking up all the things she may have done. She arrived late with the Empress's light sabers... Maybe it was Karma catching up with her, then? Yes, that must have been it? And despite her hopes, trying to find reason in being used as a shield by not one but two parties still hurt all the same.

She was quieted when he used force Choke on her, or mostly, anyway. Once the lightning hit her, her form became noticeably more rigid as her left eye, filled and overflowing with tears, went wide and she was forced to utter one broken cry, a wordless noise that begged someone- anyone- to help her. This wasn't fair. It only got worse. As Astren healed herself, Evelyn felt her own wounds getting worse, compensating for Astren's recovery and for a second or two when the attack had first hit her, the holes caused by the slugs Eaon had fired gushed, staining her uniform a dark red that appeared black on the dark green fabric. Slowly, jerkily, her hands raised and tried to fight off Eaon's force choke. Her throat was already showing signs of bruising, likely from being strangled hours earlier, and would probably only get worse with this sort of treatment. Held aloft, she dangled, helpless and only too aware of that fact.

Her wounds tended to, Astren flicked her wrist after stopping her drain on Evelyn, though she'd been completely willing to take it from the servant girl instead of her opponent. It really didn't matter who it came from, as long as she was tended to. Unlike Eaon, she was not subject to feelings of sympathy or empathy, especially not to that rag-doll of a person. She wasn't valuable and she was replaceable. There was nothing to lose there.

“If you insist, Jedi” she responded, ignoring for now the fact that he had taken her light saber. She still had one and that would be plenty to deal with him. With her still free hand, she made a loose fist utilizing Force Choke against Eaon. He wanted it to end? Fine. So be it. She'd be sure to end him quickly. She continued, utilizing many different force-based attacks one after the other, hoping to eventually run him down and either catch him off guard or tire him out so badly that he couldn't defend himself. She followed quickly, using a Force Crush on his left leg, hoping that he would have either been caught by the force choke or at least distracted because of it. She neared, closing the distance in case he, by some magic stroke of nature, managed to escape both her attacks and had to resort to light saber combat.

[Eaon]

Eaon forced himself to hold onto the poor woman until the Empress was done before she fell to the ground. Eaon would have been content to keep fighting, but his Jedi Symapthy over whelmed him. Eaon turned off his lightsaber and as he felt his throat begin to seal off and his body become lifted from the ground. Eaon didn't say a word as he extended his hand and used Force Heal on Evelyn to at least stop the bleeding and numb the pain.

Eaon didn't even so much as let out a scream as his left leg was crushed, he merely dropped Astren's Saber and in an act of defiance refused to make any noise benethe his mask, despite the pain flowing through his body making his hearty cry and his body beg for mercy.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

Oh~? What was this? Instead of saving himself, he was trying to help that... That thing? Oh, how wonderful! How delightfully humorous! Maybe that was the way to get to him? She flicked her hand, tossing him far to the side before she continued, closing the distance now between herself and Evelyn, who had begun to wonder if she was passing out. It had started to hurt less and less... Maybe she'd been dying? She had no idea what had happened, and she didn't care. It hurt less, so it must have been good. It had to have been... Alas, her luck was not nearly so good to have let her get away with it. No good deed went unpunished, did it?

The pain came back, this one dull as Astren reached down and pulled the girl up to her knees by her hair, holding it tightly in one hand as Evelyn tried to fight back, though she was quite obviously afraid to make Astren angry. Her only eye was closed tightly, afraid to see what would happen as her hands, too pulled at her own hair, closer to her scalp than Astren was in an attempt to prevent the Empress from pulling out any of it out. Despite this, it was obvious that the dark Lady of the Sith had a firm grip on the girl and was more than capable of doing enough damage as it were.

“Don't you just want to whimper and cry out in pain, Jedi?” she asked, her voice nearly playful. “Why don't your rub your forehead on the ground to show how lowly you are! If you do that and beg me to forgive you I just might consider it, you know!”

The way she held her saber, pointed at him as though to keep him at a safe distance, the way she had so quickly moved towards Evelyn instead of Eaon... She wasn't threatening him directly. No, instead she was holding the young girl as a sort of hostage. Secretly saying in her own playful, sing-song voice, “Can't you just imagine what I'll do to her if you don't?”

He had tried to help her, after all. It was part of being a Jedi, being unable to allow harm to come to the weak and innocent. Well, something like that...

[Eaon]

Eaon watched through his mask as that poor girl who was finally starting to get less pain was pulled brutally from the ground to her knees by her hair. The Empress underestimated Eaon's will yet again, Eaon hadn't finished his training as a Jedi before Order Sixty Six, he was very well prepared to do dangerous things in order to get the job done. "I don't think you understand who I am. Little Girl"

Eaon said through his teeth as his body hit the ground. using his good leg Eaon forced himself up to a wall. Then Eaon pulled his own lightsaber out and ignited the blade. In another act of ruthlessness Eaon struck his leg just below the knee, severing it completely through. Still not even letting out a yelp or cry, just using Force Heal to numb the pain. While he was numbing his pain Eaon forced his torso and good leg up the wall behind him and carefully hopped from where he was towards Astren.

"I've always found if there's something weak, it deserves to be cut off. Its how I lost my arm and now my leg, but it'll cost you girl, it'll cost you." Eaon said as he dropped his saber, but the blade never hit the ground. Instead it rose to level with Eaon's chest and using Force Push Eaon launched the blade directly at Astren's body to get her back for the all the aweful things she'd done.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

“Little girl”? Really? Wasn't he several decades too young to be calling her a “little girl”? It was no matter. Astren watched, still as he severed his own leg and continued to watch with a tightening grip on her servant as he neared them.

“Do you expect me to understand who you are, Jedi? If you do then perhaps you should have appeared before me today without a mask and under your real name rather than an alias that insults the Dark Side itself” she commented, speaking cooly, unconcerned with the fact that he'd cut off his own leg or that he was actually quite intimidating at the moment.

And then, it happened. He dropped his saber and in a moment, she was it rushing towards her. It was reflex, really. Honest. It was reflex and very, very, very little else- of anything at all- that caused her to try to defend herself without letting go of her servant. Evelyn was at an angle protecting very little of Astren when it hit and it was probably just bad luck that ended the situation that way. The saber had entered through her abdomen, off to the side slightly and had exited on the far side of the opposite half of her body, toward the back.

The saber had barely sliced at Astren herself, cutting through the side of her dress at about her waistline, putting a small gash there that made her wince and grit her teeth. Alas, though. Evelyn got the worst of it and it was evident. She seemed to be in shock, though fully conscious. She looked down, gazing at the weapon before Astren reached around her, grabbed the handle, and pulled hard, removing the weapon in one swift movement that apparently caused Evelyn to lose her balance and fallto her hands and knees, released by the Empress who watched with one eyebrow raised as the girl held one hand over her mouth. It held off for a second. She didn't feel anything at all for a moment and in that moment she was fooled into thinking that she would be okay.

It all came in a rush, a second later. Everything hurt, and everything hurt badly. Her body trembled badly, raked with tremors as it tried to function with the existing damages done so suddenly. She closed her eye tightly before one particularly strong reaction occurred, filling the hand cupped over her mouth with blood, most likely from the slug from earlier but probably also in addition to the light saber. Even if it did cauterize the wounds... She collapsed quickly, though she stayed evidently conscious as she writhed on the floor, trying to remedy the various pains that had been inflicted only too recently, crying softly when it wouldn't go away. Astren sneered down at her, apparently not at all impressed that the poor thing didn't pass out altogether. Instead, she waved Eaon's saber around a bit, testing it out before she placed one foot on the small of Evelyn's back, keeping her still.

“So, Jedi, I'm waiting. Grovel.” And, after all, now she had two light sabers again as well as the hostage under her feet. If only the Jedi knew what he was doing...

[Eaon]

"Damn that woman!" Eaon thought as again the girl got used as a shield. Eaon used Force heal again trying to ease any pain the girl was feeling, but it was already almost too late for Eaon as well. His vision was fading and despite his best efforts he'd been defeated. He no longer had the strength to support himself, and in a cool instant Eaon passed out.

His body fell from the all on its side, hitting his severed leg on the way down. If Eaon had been awake the nerve endings screaming in his leg would have been enough to make him pass out. While Eaon was out he had a dream, he was deep in the sea, the waters were hot around him and violent. Eaon tried to swim towards the surface, needing air but he couldn't move. The dark depths of the Ocean were embracing him, and Eaon's Jedi mind knew what it meant. He was slightly more twisted now than before the fight, his mind and body were in danger.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

What was this? How disappointing. He tried- a second time, mind you- to help the waif on the floor before he passed out, leaving Astren with a bored expression. What a sad, pathetic piece. She frowned, sighing heavily as she walked over to his body. He nudged him twice with the toe of her left boot, pushing at his ribs as if in an attempt to get him to get up and grovel on the floor for her. He would need to be broken if he were to have anything to do with her empire. This stranger would certainly learn to submit before the might of the Empress.

She knelt beside the body and grabbed his face roughly with one hand, carelessly moving him so that she could remove his mask. It would do fine for a trophy and, aside from that, she was curious to see his face. She didn't recognize it, having not seen him at the temple when he'd helped to destroy it before, and wondered why he would wear a mask unless someone would recognize him. Keita would, most certainly, since it seemed that her apprentice had been the one to bring him in. Still... As she looked at the mask as she stood up and walked away, she wondered. She looked back only once, using the Force to Crush his mechanical arm, disabling it for when he woke up. No need for any accidents, now was there?

“Keita, take him to the medical wing immediately and ensure that he's put on a cocktail of amphetamines to enforce alertness. I'd like to speak with him soon. Oh, and see what can be done about severing his connection to the force.” and with that, she headed back up to her room, leaving Eaon and Evelyn on the floor as she left, pausing only momentarily to speak to Shinn. “Now, what was it you had to tell me?”

[Darth Keitavon Fox]

Without a single word Keita watched as the Jedi passed out. He had fought well. Especially against a far supior opponent. He walked over and lifted the man onto his back. Leaving the leg there as he did not need it. As he repositioned the body he turned and left the Empress' room leaving the bleeding girl on the floor.

((exit))