I set down my bag, and removed my excess robes, so I could move easier. I removed my light staff from it's holster, ignited it, and started through the motions that I had training in. Hopefully I would catch the eye of a sith master, or lord who would be willing to train me further in the dark arts of the sith. I spun the saber in my one hand, testing how well I could control it. I disengaged it and set it next to my travel pack. I then started to show off my physical abilities. I did a spinning round house, front flip to a bicycle kick. I was using the force to the best of my abilities, every once in awhile I would screw up, I would break my concintration, or not estimate my surrondings correctly. I would fall on my head, on my back knocking the wind out of me, but I was determinded to get noticed. I was tired of being ordinary. I ran towards a large tree, ran up it doing a backflip, in mid air, I did a mini bicycle kick. I had to rely on my physical abilities, until I become stronger with the force and don't need it as much. I trained for about an hour before taking a break. hopefully I caught someones attention. . . .If not, I would push myself harder. . . .
Here to impress. (For any sith)
I sat down for about five minutes, catching my breath. "How can I get someone to want to work with me?" I thought to myself for a moment. I returend to my feet and started doing every move I know to do. I used the force to control the objects around me, pulling them towards me, and then making them fly out. I decided that I would test how well I could stay concintrated on what I was doing. I walked up and grabbed my light staff, and ignited one end. I used the force to make it hover over my head, I would either keep my concintration, or die. . .
Kamon felt the force presence, and immediately determined a Sith by the evil taint. He approached the area cautiously. He had a barrier up so that this Sith wouldn't know he was coming. Stepping out to where the Sith could see him, he spoke.
"What do we have here? A sith youngling? And all alone too. Tisk Tisk. You should know better."
The Sith straightened and stared at him.
"What do we have here? A sith youngling? And all alone too. Tisk Tisk. You should know better."
The Sith straightened and stared at him.
<font color=808080>“And a Jedi Knight, all big and strong, picking on a lone Sith,” Talus muttered, emerging from the shadows a bit away to Kamon’s left before the other Sith could reply. “Really, I thought you Jedi had a thing for fairness. You almost don’t deserve the beating he would have given you.”
Talus’ eyes shone with an inner fury as he advanced on the shocked Jedi, but his clawed hands remained passively hanging at his sides. Talus had no intention of fighting this Jedi, and if it even came down to that, was prepared to force the other Sith into the match in his place, if only to see what he was capable of.
Talus had been watching the Sith for some time now, training all on his own, hoping someone would notice his pathetic efforts. Talus thought it was disgusting that he would display himself like that, but figured that if he played along with the game, he would get a free show.
Who knows; perhaps they’ll actually kill each other, and I’ll get a meal out of this as well...
He stepped forward one more pace, and waited to see what the reaction would be.</font>
Talus’ eyes shone with an inner fury as he advanced on the shocked Jedi, but his clawed hands remained passively hanging at his sides. Talus had no intention of fighting this Jedi, and if it even came down to that, was prepared to force the other Sith into the match in his place, if only to see what he was capable of.
Talus had been watching the Sith for some time now, training all on his own, hoping someone would notice his pathetic efforts. Talus thought it was disgusting that he would display himself like that, but figured that if he played along with the game, he would get a free show.
Who knows; perhaps they’ll actually kill each other, and I’ll get a meal out of this as well...
He stepped forward one more pace, and waited to see what the reaction would be.</font>
The young apprentice of Darth Zeta slowly stepped out of the shadows slowly as he kept his fixed gaze on the current situation unfolding. It was true, yes, he had no idea how to fight in the Sith arts at the current time, but things could get interesting, and Darth Xilen liked Interesting. He kept a low profile, calmly, and patiently watching the events unfold before his eyes as a light wind picked up, decending from the sky as a soft thunder crackled in the air.
“And a Jedi Knight, all big and strong, picking on a lone Sith,” a stranger muttered, emerging from the shadows a bit away to Kamon’s left before the other Sith could reply. “Really, I thought you Jedi had a thing for fairness."
His words made Xilen thinkl for a moment. 'Had he just degraded the Sith by making it sound like one Jedi was a fair match for two Sith of any rank?'
Xilen shrugged the thoughts out of his head as he heard the mans next words....
"You almost don’t deserve the beating he would have given you.”
A tingle of excitement flushed over his body, and he could feel the darkside consuming his very mortal soul. Remaining at a safe distance, his presence currently going unnoticed, he folded his hands delicatly infront of him, his cloak still covering his body as a light rain began to fall. This could get interesting...
“And a Jedi Knight, all big and strong, picking on a lone Sith,” a stranger muttered, emerging from the shadows a bit away to Kamon’s left before the other Sith could reply. “Really, I thought you Jedi had a thing for fairness."
His words made Xilen thinkl for a moment. 'Had he just degraded the Sith by making it sound like one Jedi was a fair match for two Sith of any rank?'
Xilen shrugged the thoughts out of his head as he heard the mans next words....
"You almost don’t deserve the beating he would have given you.”
A tingle of excitement flushed over his body, and he could feel the darkside consuming his very mortal soul. Remaining at a safe distance, his presence currently going unnoticed, he folded his hands delicatly infront of him, his cloak still covering his body as a light rain began to fall. This could get interesting...
Kamon smilled.
"Who said i was picking on him. I was merely confronting him, in the hopes of turning him. But seeing as that is unlikely, I am prepared to duel if you so wish. Oh, and your friend trying to go unnoticed had might as well come out of hiding. I picked up his presence a while ago. And I wouldn't try anything. I am very good at my abilities and quick to use them."
He sat down by a tree, his hand resting on his lightsaber. He was prepared for anything.
"Who said i was picking on him. I was merely confronting him, in the hopes of turning him. But seeing as that is unlikely, I am prepared to duel if you so wish. Oh, and your friend trying to go unnoticed had might as well come out of hiding. I picked up his presence a while ago. And I wouldn't try anything. I am very good at my abilities and quick to use them."
He sat down by a tree, his hand resting on his lightsaber. He was prepared for anything.
ooc: I'm giving anyone of you permission to kill off my char, don't worry I have others that i'm using.
ic: "Oh you guys are big and tough, but back it up." I ignite my lightsaber and run towards them.
ic: "Oh you guys are big and tough, but back it up." I ignite my lightsaber and run towards them.
<font color=808080>“Ahh, the Jedi! Showing off your little bag of tricks? Does that make you feel all big and strong? And mixing words, as well, hmm...” Talus taunted Kamon from a distance, playing the game he so loved to play with his opponents, if there was time for it. On this occasion, happily, he had all the time in the world.
Just as he was planning another verbal scorn to aggravate his Jedi opposition, or possibly one of the other Sith present, he heard a bellow of rage coming from the direction of the unnamed show-off.
What a pathetic excuse for a Sith. Talus thought to himself, as Kressh offered up a half-baked war cry and charged in his direction. The power emanating from this one was strong but uncontrolled. Talus reasoned that the man now advancing on him had either training himself up to this point in the ways of the Sith, or had been instructed by a Master of equal stupidity to the Apprentice. His power was unchecked, and he opened himself up at such a range from the target as to give Talus a clear view of what he was up against. The trained Sith now knew how long was the other’s lightsabre, how he placed himself on the ground, and many other leading facts about him.
Kressh was running full-steam now, seemingly enraged by something Talus could only guess at. This was Sith power in it’s true form, uncontrolled and running wild. Kressh was upon him, but Talus was ready.
“You seem powerful, my unknown friend. Power with discipline can lead to great things, many great things... But power unchecked, and running rampant like you are...”
Kressh was there, but Talus was already moving. He spun around, and quick as lightning a knife flashed into his hand from some unknown part of the Sith’s robe. By this time Kressh was bringing his lightsabre down upon Talus, but the reptilian Sith caught it with ease on the blade in his hand. The lightsabre was momentarily immobilised, and Talus remained in his spinning motion. His foot suddenly kicked out, and the clawed heel caught Kressh directly in the chest, knocking him backward, sprawling on the ground. Talus righted himself, and wiped the blood from his clawed foot off on the grass as he watched Kressh attempt to get up.
“...can only pave the path to destruction!”</font>
Just as he was planning another verbal scorn to aggravate his Jedi opposition, or possibly one of the other Sith present, he heard a bellow of rage coming from the direction of the unnamed show-off.
What a pathetic excuse for a Sith. Talus thought to himself, as Kressh offered up a half-baked war cry and charged in his direction. The power emanating from this one was strong but uncontrolled. Talus reasoned that the man now advancing on him had either training himself up to this point in the ways of the Sith, or had been instructed by a Master of equal stupidity to the Apprentice. His power was unchecked, and he opened himself up at such a range from the target as to give Talus a clear view of what he was up against. The trained Sith now knew how long was the other’s lightsabre, how he placed himself on the ground, and many other leading facts about him.
Kressh was running full-steam now, seemingly enraged by something Talus could only guess at. This was Sith power in it’s true form, uncontrolled and running wild. Kressh was upon him, but Talus was ready.
“You seem powerful, my unknown friend. Power with discipline can lead to great things, many great things... But power unchecked, and running rampant like you are...”
Kressh was there, but Talus was already moving. He spun around, and quick as lightning a knife flashed into his hand from some unknown part of the Sith’s robe. By this time Kressh was bringing his lightsabre down upon Talus, but the reptilian Sith caught it with ease on the blade in his hand. The lightsabre was momentarily immobilised, and Talus remained in his spinning motion. His foot suddenly kicked out, and the clawed heel caught Kressh directly in the chest, knocking him backward, sprawling on the ground. Talus righted himself, and wiped the blood from his clawed foot off on the grass as he watched Kressh attempt to get up.
“...can only pave the path to destruction!”</font>
Darth Xilen stood in silence, seemingly unsupprised at the event that had just taken place. He folded his hands, and raised them to a crossing, letting them settle over his chest. A strange silence accompanied the room at Darth Talus' last words. A silence that would only be broken by the next move, from either site.
The whole event had been a true learning experience for the young apprentice as he took another step forward from the shadows, raising his hands to the hood of his cloak, and slowly removing it, neatly setting it behind him. He took another step as he slowly moved his hands back infront of him, folding them neatly, thumb over thumb before allowing them to sit slightly above his waist. He then unfolded them, and placed the tips of his fingers together, continuing his silent, and cautious approach.
It was true, yes that he was still an Apprentice in the learning stages, and it was also true that he was unequipped with any form of Lightsabre, weither complete or not. He had not begun the construction of his light sabre as yet, however he continued to approach the battlefield.
He stopped for a moment, looking at the two men in a simple, and casual expression, which remained unchanged.
"Gentlemen..." he started. "Continue, by all means. For what good is a mad sith, and one with a wicked tongue." He took another step forward, stepping between the two warring Sith.
"After all, it is only true that our mortal enemy, the Jedi stands just a few feet away from you. Here, you stand fighting amongst yourselves, when you should be fighting the true threat, the Jedi."
His facial expressions remaining unchanged, and his voice remaining perfectly casual, he turned, and pointed a finger at the Jedi. "Shall we let him go, and tell his masters of this pathedic squabling, or shall we show him the true power of the Sith?"
The whole event had been a true learning experience for the young apprentice as he took another step forward from the shadows, raising his hands to the hood of his cloak, and slowly removing it, neatly setting it behind him. He took another step as he slowly moved his hands back infront of him, folding them neatly, thumb over thumb before allowing them to sit slightly above his waist. He then unfolded them, and placed the tips of his fingers together, continuing his silent, and cautious approach.
It was true, yes that he was still an Apprentice in the learning stages, and it was also true that he was unequipped with any form of Lightsabre, weither complete or not. He had not begun the construction of his light sabre as yet, however he continued to approach the battlefield.
He stopped for a moment, looking at the two men in a simple, and casual expression, which remained unchanged.
"Gentlemen..." he started. "Continue, by all means. For what good is a mad sith, and one with a wicked tongue." He took another step forward, stepping between the two warring Sith.
"After all, it is only true that our mortal enemy, the Jedi stands just a few feet away from you. Here, you stand fighting amongst yourselves, when you should be fighting the true threat, the Jedi."
His facial expressions remaining unchanged, and his voice remaining perfectly casual, he turned, and pointed a finger at the Jedi. "Shall we let him go, and tell his masters of this pathedic squabling, or shall we show him the true power of the Sith?"
<font color=808080>“Pathetic squabbling, you call it?” Talus turned from Kressh, now directing his anger at Xilen. The other Sith stood there, stock still and impassive to the remark. “I call it natural selection. The weak die, and the strong live. The Sith are merciless, Young One, for that is our true nature.”
Talus took a step towards the new-found vent for whatever rage was building inside him, pointing over his shoulder with his blade for effect.
“And do not attempt to lecture me on what we should and should not let the Jedi see, Young One. They already know that we fight each other, so who cares if this one escapes? All the more reason for them to fear us! If they see what we do to each other, then let them imagine what we could do to them.”</font>
Talus took a step towards the new-found vent for whatever rage was building inside him, pointing over his shoulder with his blade for effect.
“And do not attempt to lecture me on what we should and should not let the Jedi see, Young One. They already know that we fight each other, so who cares if this one escapes? All the more reason for them to fear us! If they see what we do to each other, then let them imagine what we could do to them.”</font>