Lovely place you got here

[Branok]

Brynd'an reached out to locate his padawan when he felt a eerie presence approaching. He gathered his strength and moved forward around the building. "Gotta find my padawan." He said smirking. "Wouldn't look good if i get him killed on his first mission." He followed. Running around the corner he saw two more troopers approaching. Brynd'an lunged forward and struck both in the head sending them to the floor.

He stopped as he felt darkness envelope him. It was moments after that he felt a thud to the back of his head and Brynd'an fell to his knees.

"Damn..." He said grabbing his head.

(OOC: I am very sorry all, internet issues.... but ready to continue thanks for waiting. @ObiWolf @Enuf @AlecaiWhite @Vinny @Kann Beroya)

 

[Vinny]

Nimarra rounded on her heel just as she regained balance. The vibrodagger that had been thrown past her head froze in mid air. One heartbeat passed as she gripped it with the force. Spinning her body she pulled it to her fingers before launching it back the way it came. Her robes fluttered around her body, her senses pulling in to focus more directly on the Sith attacker. She would not have the liberty to spread out her awareness on the other Jedi, but kept some of her attention on Davin at the very least.

"Master, I think it's that building directly across from us and that probably the armory next to it." Davin called out to her. She flicked her attention beyond their sith assailant. It was possible, but she was not about to allow Davin to take over for her. "If I can draw their fire can you make it to the Depot?" She shook her head.

"Stay at my side, padawan. Focus on the moment." She said sharply, angling her two floating blades at the Sith. "I accept your challenge, Sith."

 

[Enuf]

Luca pushed upwards as the Initiatie flew towards him, his sabers deactivated as he flipped into the air. The Troopers, opened fire letting off a volley of Blaster-Fire towards Pojo. Though they were not as Lucky as their Sith Counter-Part. The Blades sliced through their zones as they collapsed to the ground in a hunk of burning flesh.

Lucas feet landed gracefully where Pojo once was as he slid past him. His Silver-Mechanical Arm shined in the Light as he let off a wicked grin "First..you start with the Young-Ones..." he muttered as he activated both of his blades turning to face him.

(OOC:I lost drive to RP for a bit, and my Computer was having issues. I apologize everyone. @ObiWolf @Enuf @AlecaiWhite @Vinny @Kann Beroya)

 

[ObiWolf]

Pojo felt cut off from the others, getting his feet under him again, all six lightly pushing the cannid initiate forwards after two more have fallen to his green blade. Pojo felt the rush of combat strain at his lungs, panting, trying to get enough air around the hilt clenched in his maw. Pojo felt the ache of flesh, the burn of fur, a bolt having grazed down his unprotected left side leaving a trench of missing fur. Deflection wasn't easy, especially mid-air being pulled by another. It was amazing he managed offense in that situation, there was little chance to block.

"Initiate Pojo, we need to get back to the others." Pojo heard B4-11's reminder, but he didn't see an option for that yet. He would need to get past the duel-wielding sith. Even from here, Pojo could feel the force moving like rapids, churning around this person. His skill in saber was not going to compare, charging in would be the end. If he was going to survive, it will have to be quick. "Initia-" Pojo interrupted with a quick bark, he needed to focus now.

Full breath in, ignoring the sting down his side, he reached for the calmer waters of the force. Something away from these rapids he was beginning to wonder if it was called 'dark side'. Full of energy, a little overwhelming, and difficult to see through clearly. No, couldn't use that. Feeling deep for calm, he pulled it up into himself, feeling the swell of the force within him. Like practiced many times before, the swell would, with will, start to take shape. Fingers, palm, thumb....a hand, something that he has never had, and if he fell here, will never have. That force hand was guided to his mouth, where the fingers curled around the hilt of his saber. Calm, even breaths, Pojo sat there on the cold metal bridge, mouth opening enough so that the saber was only supported by the force.

He had to be quick, so that his opponent didn't have time to adjust. The hand held the hilt in a high right vertical guard. A beginner's Shii-Cho stance. Pushing the invisible arm that came out of his chest, the blade would sweep forwards, wide diagonal sweeps moving forwards towards Luca, closing the distance. One could almost see the invisible humanoid as it approached, each swipe coupled with a step, almost following a Shii-Cho kata. Once close enough, if it got to where Luca was standing or Luca came forwards to meet the blade, the green arc would come down in a diagonal slash through Zone 3 towards Zone 4, attempting to slash through their left arm. If Luca blocked, they would be able to feel that the strike itself didn't have the same strength a handheld strike would have. Though with this sort of weapon, that won't matter much if it hits flesh. If Luca tried to jump over the invisible opponent, it would try to slash upwards while retreating, trying to keep between Luca and Pojo.