The Exchange of Flame

[Solus]

((I've asked Dakar to assess the situation, so, until he says yay or nay, I'll just go along with it))

The ice cold needles that were Es's blur of running legs scratched the floor as he skidded to a stop, suddenly panicked at the bright ball of energy that suddenly blocked Xiantos from all attack. All physical attack. Even though his heart raced at the shock of the suddenness of it, not surprising due to his race, his mind worked quickly to figure out still how to still accomplish this. His frustration grew to a peak within seconds, and in that frustration, he screamed once more, but he did not stop at one. He kept on screaming, first directing it only at Xiantos, then to all of the surrounding Sith, besides his companions. It's eerie, demonic tone became at such a high pitch that the glassware began to crack. His determination and anger at being stopped so near his goal caused him to lash out at the ball of light in front of him, and he used his crushing power to unleash some of his anger.

Salak, meanwhile, was dumbfounded and dismayed by the new turn of events, and knew that they needed help, they did not know how to conquer something like this, after all, they'd only had four weeks of being in any kind of society in their entire lives. What was one to do?

Find aid.

Salak's glanced dashed around the bedlam that had commenced when his keen ears picked up on the booming sound of someone's voice speaking their thoughts just as clearly as Es had. He didn't know the person's name, or even what he looked like, but Salak managed to find the person's signature in the Force and accessed it, speaking to him through his mind.

We believe as you. I and my two companions are yet now trying to carry out your plainly stated wishes, and are using our combined power, but we need help. Whomever you are, you and I both know that this menace must be stopped. Will you accept our aid and give us the same in turn?

 

[Green Ranger]

Khavaal's head tilted in responce to words only he could apparently hear. Seeking out the source of these words, he came to the trio of steeds creating havoc throughout the chamber. Beneath his thick helmet, Khavaal smiled. Perhaps this day was not going to be as much a waste as Khavaal originally thought. Still, however, he showed no sign of assistance - at least, not yet.

He was waiting for something. What that was...well, time revealed all.

 

[Sir Dakar]

((OOC: If its not in your profile you cant use it, and if you over exagerate what your person can do, that can get you in some trouble here, as we try to make this realistic. Also Over Exageration of powers leads to other people over-exagerating and suddenly we have a massive Cheese Fight. WE dont want THAT either now do we? Dont do it anymore. kthnx))

Even so the throne room was now plunged deep into chaos Provin still kept his eyes on a few certian people and groups; Khaaval, for he never truly trusted the beast anyways. Sakiharu, the man who could out-think a computer, and finally the three Equines. Their potential together was by far the greatest, however they also were completely unpredictable, what would they do?

Provin had his answer when he could no longer see two of them and the third started to attempt to drain his powers from him. Foolish plans indeed. A small subtle barrier placed in the force prevented Avasalog from draining his pwerds temporarily, of course if hte creature was smart enough he would find a way around it and continue with his siblings dirty plans. The illusions Salak was able to creat hide them Visually however in the force they are as plain as daylight, weaving through the sith knights and impaling a few with the blade grasped in their mouths. (I'm assuming thats where you are holding your blade, cause where else could you! :p PM me if otherwise.)

Through the force Provin could feel the ice one jump, but Provin was no fool, he had his saber on his lap ready to block when the time came. It never did as Sakiharu created that particular shield and stopped the equine from attacking. Good.

Now was the time to teach these traitorous horses exactly what it entails to attack the Sith Lord. Ignoring the force pleas of Khaaval for the time being, he began to retaliate. Standing up off his chair, he picked up three Lighsabers that were strewn about the floor, and without motion, sent them screaming through the room towards each of their hearts. Or at least the location of thier heart according to all of the sources that he had read up on about hte species. During the flight they were unactivated, however inches before impact they would ignit, drivign the blade into their flesh. A clean kill if you would call it that, no pain, no regrets.

 

[Green Ranger]

And that was what Khavaal had been waiting for. With a sweeping gesture of his hand, the three lightsabers flew away from the steeds, igniting as they flew in every direction. Khavaal cared not for whom the blades hit, whoever it was, they were of less use to him than the steeds, and were therefore useless.

And now, the Opposer came forth, his staff blazing, bathing those near him in the blood-like glow of the twin crimson blades. The two blades whirled above his head, a calling beacon as his voice thundered through the Force, issuing a command to all those in the chamber.

'Sith: Knights, Lords, Apprentices...cease this foolish conflict against your brethren, brothers and sisters you have fought against and with for so long. The real battle lies not in the death of each other, and is only counter-productive to our cause. There is but one real foe here. Darth Provin, the false Dark Lord of the Sith, the Jedi in disguise, the assassin of Nexus, one of the greatest Dark Lords of our time. He commands now that the Sith no longer grow and develop, and instead kill each other for his approval. The Sith can not - nay, will not - grow under this...this Jedi Grandmaster's rule!'

With one swift move, Khavaal's staff changed, the blade turning ninety degrees from the staff shaft, creating a deadly energy scythe. Whirling the blade around once more, Khavaal called upon the secret powers only he truly knew of, summoning the power as a great crimson aura surrounded him, like some strange smoke machine had suddenly turned on in the room, and was confined to a bubble around Khavaal. Tendrils of this strange aura crept around the armored Sith, not obscuring his view or really doing anything save be there. Still, one could not help but wonder...

A glowing Khavaal, blade in hand, stalked towards the dais upon which the Dark Lord Provin stood. Many could assume he would engage the Dark Lord in combat, but one could never be sure...

 

[Will]

Ren was looked around, puzzled. The past few minutes had been chaos. Those damned horses started screaming, and lightsabres flew everywhere. Then, Khavaal started trying to rouse weaker sith to join his bid for leadership. Ren would stand beside one she knew, rather than a damned monster, twisted by the ancient mancery. ''My lord, i shall take care of anyone who sides with Khavaal. Fighting him is your fight alone.'' She brought her puppets to her, ready for any attack.

 

[david]

*The Apprentice stood quietly still just watching the foolishness of the empire fight over power, yes she wanted it, she craved for it, she craved to be strong among her kind. But if everyone was killed in acheiving this power, there would be no one left to lead. No one their to do your bidding, nothing has changed except the heat on your saber, the blood stain on your clothes and the bodies at your feet. Ekala stood patiently to see what would evolve from this, her cloak hood still pulled over her head, she didn't want to be noticed nor draw any attention to her self unless need be. She wanted no fight, everyone in this room was to much of a match for her and could end her life at any moment.*

::SIGH::

* She turned her head slightly torward her master and whispered loud enough for him to hear it.*

"Is it always like this master?"*She really knew it probably was, just a straight up struggle for power among those who think they are destined to become Dark Lord of the Sith. Titles, titles mattered nothing to her, it was the truth, the purity, the control over the force and the raw strngth of the being to prove what they were really worth.*

 

[Green Ranger]

Khavaal reached the stage upon which the Dark Lord of the Sith now stood, his hands clenching his staff all the tighter, so close was he now to this...imposter. The very presence of a Jedi Grandmaster - posing as Dark Lord, no less - within these halls made the very halls groan in protest. Perhaps not all could hear these moans of pain, but to Khavaal...they were as clear, nay, even clearer, then the sounds of battle that surrounded him. And yet, despite this, Khavaal himself was unsure what to do.

To invoke the challenge now was risky - there were too many unpredictable factors. Too many warring factions, both for, against, and on neither side of the Provin - Khavaal rift. But to do nothing was to doom the Sith to a civil war that could undo so swiftly all the true Dark Lords of the Sith had worked so hard to achieve.

Indeed, in the end, the risk would be worth it. Tumultous times were these, and Khavaal felt, if not knew, that it was now time for the Dark Lord of the Sith to prove his worth. Silently, wordlessly, Khavaal's staff swung about behind him, his left hand thrusting forward towards Provin as a barrage of emerald bolts blasted out from within his palm, homing in on the so-called Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

[Ser Gregor]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Grim @ Sep 24 2007, 10:54 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

Nexus, one of the greatest Dark Lords of our time.[/b]

(((And here I thought you didn't like me. lol)))

 

[Enishi]

Now things were getting interesting; a challenger to the throne?

Lukor had heard of this demon, Khavaal. Perhaps he was right about the current lord of the sith. Perhaps Khavaal could give Lukor what he had vied for. But as soon as he had thought of speaking out, something pinched at every nerve.

Long had Lukor thought that Nexus would fullfill the prophecy of the one bringing balance to the force. And here is how it would balance out; the sith would choose sides, and the numbers would be cut in half, perhaps more. Looking to Sakiharu from his position, Lukor uttered few words through the force.

'I told you this day would come...'

 

[Hue]

Darth Demonous sat on a ledge which was attached to one of the giant pillars of the room. For a few hours he had been focusing completely on hiding himself, moving light away from him, and concealing himself from the Force. He had been practicing this... invisibility since his early days as a Sith Knight, right after Nexus had finished training him. Because of his experience, he had become so proficient in this power set that he could almost block himself from even the vision of the Dark Lord. However, Darth Provin's announcement diminished his concentration, weakening his powers momentarily. He stared, annoyed at the foolish Sith who had instantly resorted to fighting. Most of them didn't have anywhere near the skills or experience required to be the Apprentice. Not that Demonous was against violence, but Provin had only suggested fighting as a way to decide the Apprentice. At this rate, there would end up being only the Dark Lord and his Apprentice. It made Demonous rethink staying with the Sith Empire. But he had to stay, at least to keep a tiny portion of the power within the Old Sith. So he stayed upon his perch, at least fifteen feet above the ground, once again completely concealing himself. He knew that the Dark Lord could protect himself, and if the Sith really did kill themselves off, he would be the last one standing simply because he didn't participate in the killing of his allies.

 

[Solus]

((Since no one is replying, I will))

The Lovas were alarmed as they caught a glimpse of some small projectile coming towards them at such a great speed. Not knowing what to expect from Xiantos, they knew little of how to prepare for what he might do, so for a split second they felt panic, but they quickly were forced to squelch it and tried to move as quickly as possible to get out of the thing's trajectory. Fortunately, they were not forced to, as heir 'friend,' identified by his Force signature, protected them and sent the object flying harmlessly away.

Immediately, things began to happen. Their 'friend' issued a kind of war against Xiantos and pulled off some amazing power of his. A strange red smoke began to surround the creature as if encased in some kind of glass orb surrounding only him. At las, they had an ally worth mentioning.

Almost as one entity, the Lovas sprang into action alongside their ally, desiring to help him in any way they could. They knew it was a risk, more than half of the room seemed to be against them, but odds and ratios did not matter. It would be better to die trying to save this precious thing that was their army, their hold over the galaxy, their grip on the Jedi's throat, than to live and passively watch it crumble before your eyes.

Salak had learned something from their last assault on the Dark Lord, and that was that using his powers to hide or duplicate anything with a Force signature was useless against Xiantos, as he could see through the Force. However, that didn't apply to anything that did not have a Force signature, or that did not have any of the Force within it; i.e., inanimate objects. Using whatever concentration he had, he galloped up nearer but still behind their ally and utilized his talent in telekinesis to pick up around five weapons - swords, spears, and the like. Along with this, he created ten illusions of the same, and threw both real and imaginary items at Xiantos from all directions. At the very least, it might distract him for a moment; at best, though not likely, it might harm him. Es once more began screaming, and Alavalosag was still plugging away at draining the will of those loyal to the Dark Lord and used it to fuel his own companions, including their ally. As well, Es began to use his crushing power on Xiantos's lightsaber in an effort to douse it's light.

 

[Michael Vereaux]

(Sorry about the absent)

The first attack by one of the horses, who's name escapes Sakiharu's thoughts for the moment, hit the shield full on but held, vibrating once before just staying there. He never really payed much attention to what they're names were and that first attack by the horse knocked quite a bit of energy from the shield. But it didn't matter. The shield wasn't ment to last more than one, maybe twice. It'd be weird if it lasted three times but he might never know. When Provin's lightsabers came flying the shield went down almost instantly to allow the lightsabers to go through, aiming for the hearts of the horses...at least where Sakiharu thought might be where they are.

Khavaal stopped the lightsabers but Sakiharu wasn't surprised. He expected nothing less since it was one of the easiest things to do but for the moment, it got the job done. There was a problem however. For some odd reason, Sakiharu was bored! That's right. Bored! Khavaal and Provin would face each other and so, Sakiharu would not stop them. The same Dark Lord ruling or a new one rising made no difference to Sakiharu. As long as it didn't get in the way of what Sakiharu wanted most, he couldn't care less if both lived, one of them died or if they killed each other.

There was one thing that surprised him among the chaos and that was to find Ekala next to him. He had expected her to hide somewhere from all of this. Not that he could blame her. She wasn't ready for all of this yet and might not be for a while. Getting mixed into all of this would give someone a chance to kill her, though that seemed unlikely at this point now. Everyone was busy with matters of their own. He smiled at Ekala, amused because of her question. "Sith fighting for titles, most likely," he said to her, clamly too. "A Dark Lord being challenged in this kind of situation, most likely not. It's not every day you get this kind of chaos, just minor versions of it."

With that said, he motioned with his left hand for her to follow him as he walked off to the side of the room, the clearest part of the room away from any chaos that was happening. "But it seems we've overstayed our welcome." The most chaos was near the door right now and getting her through there now would just be sending her to her death. Even if he was as strong as a Sith Lord, would you like to face up against ten or so Acolytes and Knights...maybe more than that and even higher up? Sakiharu thought not as he stopped near the wall, wrapping his right arm around Ekala. Protection of course. He wasn't going to let one of his Acolytes die here.

Hearing Lukor made him rethink of what he was about to do to get out of here. He was about to use the power that allowed him to escape the grasp of Khavaal when he was a mere Acolyte. The power itself was merely an accident and so, he's tried it only a few times since then. In the few times though, he's gotten some what use to it, able to transport a few objects with him. Having Lukor here though gave him an idea. He was going to transport himself and Ekala but now that Lukor was here, maybe he would transport him as well. Sakiharu intended on coming back here after getting Ekala out and maybe Lukor, unless he wanted to stay.

Turning his head, he found Lukor's appearance nearby and nodded. 'So it would seem,' agreed Sakiharu with what he said, his smile still on his face. 'But then again, maybe we all expected it to happen some time anyway. We are Sith, afterall. It's our nature to fight against the other.' Looking toward Khavaal and Provin, he saw the horses begin to attack, though he knew Ren would try to stop them. Sakiharu himself would as well but his Acolytes were here, so they came first. Normally they wouldn't but with Ren here, Sakiharu wasn't worried about it.

'If you wish to leave this chaos, come and grab onto my left shoulder,' he replied telepathically to Lukor, turning his head back to look at him. 'If you don't want to leave, I won't hold your decision against you. If choose to you stay though....' he said with his thoughts, looking toward the chaos of the people around, lightsaber clashing against lightsaber as Force powers were meet with them as well, appearing almost as if it were a light-show. 'Try not to get killed.' Sakiharu thought that maybe Lukor could handle himself a little, seeing as he's been around a lot longer. However, Sakiharu didn't want him to die either.

 

[Hue]

Darth Demonous saw the horses and Khavaal attacking the Dark Lord, and thought about the situation for a moment. He respected Darth Provin, but never truly liked him, especially as much as Nexus. Also, Provin was causing the Sith to crush themselves in a sort of power struggle, each trying to become the Apprentice. However, a few had now gone for even higher powers, fighting the Dark Lord himself. Deciding to take some action, he sent a telepathic message to every Sith in the room except for Provin:

"Brethren! Allies! Cease your warring or you will be slain by the hands of your own Lord! Darth Provin is manipulating you, causing you to fight among your own ranks. He plans to crush the Sith Empire from the inside. And so..." Phoenix began shouting to his companions now, "THERE is your enemy! HE seeks to destroy our Empire! Brethren, I command you to destroy this impostor to the throne!"

Sending Darth Demonous to the farthest corners of his minds, Phoenix lept from his perch, the ground splitting where he landed. He knew that Darth Provin could kill him, but that no longer mattered. It only mattered that the Dark Lord was killed. Phoenix ignited his lightsaber it's pure white blade seeming invisible in the surrounding light of everyone else's. Still, he raised his lightsaber, threw off his cloak, and yelled, "Destroy the impostor!" as he charged towards the throne.

Not caring if his companions were following him or not, Phoenix ran at Darth Provin, hoping to at least provide a distraction so Khavaal and the horses could strike. He avoided weapons that were flying towards the Dark Lord, and jumped up, getting a good look at his target. From almost directly overhead, Phoenix threw his lightsaber at Darth Provin, simultaneously sending three bolts of Force Lightning at the ground around him, hoping to trap the Dark Lord in a cage of Dark Side energy.

 

[Enishi]

Lukor had no intention on remaining in this warzone; better to die another day, it would seem. Brushing past his comrades, all of which remained mezmerized by the Khavaal/Provin battle. Shoulders smashed against his, some even tried to attack him. With a burst of energy, the frail body dove to crash upon Sakiharu's shoulder; a maroon blade passing underneath him.

 

[Sir Dakar]

So this is how they wish to do this. Give a Sith a foot and they decide to take a mile it seems. Provin had expected at least a few to attempt to murder him to gain the throne itself, but not this many.
Throwing up both of his hands in a wider pattern, he created a Force Shield, protecting him against the Green shards that Khaaval shot towards him, and the spears and other things, that the Equines had thrown, as well as the weak force lightning that Demonous had casted. The shield stopped things like that, and immediately after the last bolt struck and dissipated, Provin shut down the shield as something like that was very draining to maintain for large periods of time.

Igniting Nexus' old blade he easily grabbed with the force the blade that Demonous had thrown at him and with his own crimson blade sliced straight through the hilt of it. First rule of combat, never throw your only weapon.

"You five have made a grave mistake, attacking me here in the midst of the entire Sith empire. You will never seen the light of morrow again. Sith Warriors! Attack the Equines and Khaaval, destroy them, the ones to strike the killing blows shall forever be in my favor."

Now was the time to start his offensive strikes, and his first target would be Demonous. Raising his hands, he grabbed the twenty or so sabers now scattered across the room in the force. The Blades all igniting at once as they followed his hands off the floor. This time Provin wouldn't allow Khaaval to simply toss them about as well, as he would be preoccupied by the knights now coming towards him. Making sure that the blades completely surrounded where Demonous had landed from all sides and above, Provin's hands clenched sending the blades into the betrayer.

----Sith knights attacking the others---

5 to each it seemed as the 20 remaining Sith broke of from their battles and turned to face the ones that were no longer part of the empire. Their swings were wild and unpredictable, their bodies being driven by their sheer lust and desire to be everything that they can be. To have what no other in the entire galaxy would have. The apprentice ship. And no man or creature would stand in their way...

The knights paced around their targets, forming a small circle around each of them, and they lunged, striking high at the horses, aiming towards their heads and bellies, anything that would stop them in their tracks so they could be completely destroyed later. Khaaval's party however was different, deciding to take it slow as they were weary of his blade, and the massive amount of armor surrounding their foe. One strikes high, on lunges at the stomach while the other slashed downwards on the back.

 

[Solus]

Es almost seemed hurt by Xiantos's emotions - actions, hidden though they may be. Though Es had been the first one to point out the errors in the Dark Lord's choices, he still admired the man. After all, he was brilliant. Es adored brilliance, intelligence, stealth, cunning. Xiantos was the embodiment of these things. He knew that it was a pain to him and his comrades to kill such a one, none of them truly wanted to. They weren't ambitious, they weren't looking for positions. They did want the apprenticeship, it would be a joy to be taught by such a one, but... why was he trying to destroy the Sith Empire? It was like watching your hero turn on everything you've ever cared for and worked for your entire life. It was a profound hurt that thrust into the trio.

Es was determined to find the truth.

Lord Xiantos, we don't want your throne, we don't really want to kill you, but we feel as if we have no choice. It almost appears as if you are trying to destroy all we have hoped for. Like you wished we are not drones. We thought for ourselves, perhaps. It also could be that the Opposer deceived us, I am no longer sure. Why do you do this? If it is not to destroy this Empire, tell us now and tell us why and we will fight by your side. If you do not, we will die trying to kill you. He broadcasted to Xiantos, letting his two comrades listen in, but hiding it from their 'ally,' of whom he was no longer sure. As he began to think, he broadcast his thoughts to his brothers of how maybe they were deceived by their 'friend,' they all three became utterly confused.

However, just as he was finished giving this message through the Force, he remembered Xiantos's decree, not two seconds ago. Es's Force sense detected troops as they approached them, to kill them. For a moment fear coursed through him, though them all, the skittish, equinoid fear common to those of his genetic makeup, but he had to stop it in his tracks. He had to keep a level head, they all did. He knew that he, Salak, and Alavalosag were nice, big targets, and rather clumsy ones. How were they to survive this onslaught? he had no idea, but he had to try. Using what concentration he had, he used his powers and tried, and he pretty much succeeded in, crushing the weapons of those approaching him, and about half of those approaching the other two Lovas. Meanwhile, he caught 'sight' of Salak using his telekinesis to yank the weapons out of the hands of those coming for him, using the concentration he had to throw them against the walls in attempt to smash them to the point of malfunction.

Unfortunately Alavalosag had no such powers and no such will. They had backed him into a corner and were closing in on him. Es, in desperation to save one of his only friends, though it was a fairly liberal use of the term, made a rush towards his attackers, kicking his legs high so as to spear the legs and lower body of those near him with his needle-sharp legs. However, he was not in time to keep Alavalosag from getting injured as a weapon slashed through his right shoulder, making a cut down across his belly. This caused the Lovas to stumble, making his two comrades more determined to save the simple horse.

 

[Ser Yorick]

[joke post]Eurrsk Plot'nel, Republic Bothan and resident renegade, re-entered the residence, residing in residual resonance, rode and rolled forward, toward the crowd of cowards and wizards alike. They were fools, all fools and renegades and ragamuffins. The renegade Bothan would fix all this with one action;

"Fire the missiles, Bill!"

Eurrsk didn't even need his renegade friend, and residual member of the Magnificent Duo. All he needed was himself, and Bill.

Bill was the missile launcher resting in his outstretched renegade arms.

"OK!"

He fired. All forty-seven of those renegade missiles. Oh, and don't forget the ysalamiri all around them all! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!![/joke post]

 

[Michael Vereaux]

Watching as Phoenix attacked Provin, Sakiharu only knew the man by name and rumor, hearing that he was quite a Sith Lord in the order. He'd have to meet up with this Phoenix someday, if that day came about however due to the current situation. Although from what the man said, it seemed rather....narrow. Their perspectives were just hanging on the fact of becoming the apprentice of Provin or that Provin was trying to destroy the Sith Empire.

'And this is why I hate public titles,' he thought to himself, sighing outwardly. 'And polictics...but that's life. View points everywhere and too many stupid people not looking at the bigger picture, which at this point, is anyone's guess. Even I'm having trouble sorting it out completely.' Sakiharu glanced over at Lukor when he came toward this direction, though he wished the diving wasn't happening. It seemed like in slow motion that Sakiharu was going to be run over by a large mass of flesh...old flesh...some kind of mass that he'd rather not think about.

Using Psychokinesis, he slowed Lukor's mass down to where in the instant that he would have hit Sakiharu full force, he instead slowed down to a gentle stop. Continuing to use his power, he pushed and threw a couple of the Sith that were trying to attack Lukor, finding it annoying that they would at all. With Lukor touching Sakiharu's left shoulder, he glanced over at some soldiers that came in, some being cut down by lightsabers on the way in. Then another one...-Ouch! That's got to hurt...if he felt it though.

What now pissed him off is that they were firing missles....and in a building!! Using Psychokinesis as quickly as possible, which was very fast to being with if not almost instantance, stopped the missles in mid flight, the engines dying on themselves. The engines were Sakiharu's own doing, thank goodness. But the thing was, there was so many of them. He was just glad he could stop all of them in time. Now it was just making sure those things don't blow up. A single lightsaber strike and it's bye-bye to the roof, along with everyone in the room. Those ysalamiri will be a pain for everyone else that's uses the Force. As far as he knew, he's the only one that could have even stopped those things without losing a limb or lightsaber, seeing as how his Psychokinesis ability is not of Force origin.

The more of those ysalamiri there are, the larger their bubble is to where they can't use the Force, meaning that anything that's already being done will have most likely stopped. And if that bubble surrounds the entire room, then everyone is seriously in trouble if that thing goes boom. Once more, as long as those missles are here, Sakiharu can't teleport Lukor and Ekala out of here and as long as those ysalamiri are here, a single explosion could take them all out at once. 'I could just let them all die but then again, everyone alive afterward would be pissed at me, ruinning what ever plan I've formed so far.' A few Sith began running toward Sakiharu but were pushed away to the wall, hopefully knocked out. 'This is not my day,' he thought to himself, a sigh escaping his lungs, a frown painted on his face.

 

[Green Ranger]

Khavaal chuckled with glee at the sight of a mere five Sith Knights attempting to take him down. Provin underestimated him, always underestimated him. As three of the Sith tasked with attacking him struck at once, Khavaal sidestepped into a hole in their attacks, the blades coming down into the ground where the Opposer once stood. At that moment, Khavaal took the opportunity to greet their mistake with his blade, his staff howling terribly through the air, the note changing ever so slightly as it came into contact with flesh and bone.

Three heads dropped to the ground.

The remaining two seemed soemwhat taken aback by the swift deaths of their comrades. Still, it didn't stop the idiots from attacking. Bored, Khavaal raised his hand, grasping one of them and lifting them off their feet, then sending the knight crashing into his friend. With both holding lightsabers, they managed to kill each other quite efficiently. Then, with one great burst of steam from his rebreather mask, the great armored one raced towards the other Knights, surrounding his loyal steeds.

They are still useful, he thought to himself, as his Force-enhanced speed sent him slicing through one of the Knights. With a tremendous mastery of the Force, he then placed his two palms together, thrusting them outwards as a huge concussive Force Wave pushed away from himself and those loyal to him, sending his opposers flying.

Once more, he raised his blade into the air, whirling it above his head, as his loyal followers came to his side.

'Is this all you have, Provin? Is this everything the mighty Dark Lord of the Sith can put together? Face me, or be eternally shamed!'

 

[Ser Yorick]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Michael Vereaux @ Sep 30 2007, 08:41 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

Watching as Phoenix attacked Provin, Sakiharu only knew the man by name and rumor, hearing that he was quite a Sith Lord in the order. He'd have to meet up with this Phoenix someday, if that day came about however due to the current situation. Although from what the man said, it seemed rather....narrow. Their perspectives were just hanging on the fact of becoming the apprentice of Provin or that Provin was trying to destroy the Sith Empire.

'And this is why I hate public titles,' he thought to himself, sighing outwardly. 'And polictics...but that's life. View points everywhere and too many stupid people not looking at the bigger picture, which at this point, is anyone's guess. Even I'm having trouble sorting it out completely.' Sakiharu glanced over at Lukor when he came toward this direction, though he wished the diving wasn't happening. It seemed like in slow motion that Sakiharu was going to be run over by a large mass of flesh...old flesh...some kind of mass that he'd rather not think about.

Using Psychokinesis, he slowed Lukor's mass down to where in the instant that he would have hit Sakiharu full force, he instead slowed down to a gentle stop. Continuing to use his power, he pushed and threw a couple of the Sith that were trying to attack Lukor, finding it annoying that they would at all. With Lukor touching Sakiharu's left shoulder, he glanced over at some soldiers that came in, some being cut down by lightsabers on the way in. Then another one...-Ouch! That's got to hurt...if he felt it though.

What now pissed him off is that they were firing missles....and in a building!! Using Psychokinesis as quickly as possible, which was very fast to being with if not almost instantance, stopped the missles in mid flight, the engines dying on themselves. The engines were Sakiharu's own doing, thank goodness. But the thing was, there was so many of them. He was just glad he could stop all of them in time. Now it was just making sure those things don't blow up. A single lightsaber strike and it's bye-bye to the roof, along with everyone in the room. Those ysalamiri will be a pain for everyone else that's uses the Force. As far as he knew, he's the only one that could have even stopped those things without losing a limb or lightsaber, seeing as how his Psychokinesis ability is not of Force origin.

The more of those ysalamiri there are, the larger their bubble is to where they can't use the Force, meaning that anything that's already being done will have most likely stopped. And if that bubble surrounds the entire room, then everyone is seriously in trouble if that thing goes boom. Once more, as long as those missles are here, Sakiharu can't teleport Lukor and Ekala out of here and as long as those ysalamiri are here, a single explosion could take them all out at once. 'I could just let them all die but then again, everyone alive afterward would be pissed at me, ruinning what ever plan I've formed so far.' A few Sith began running toward Sakiharu but were pushed away to the wall, hopefully knocked out. 'This is not my day,' he thought to himself, a sigh escaping his lungs, a frown painted on his face.[/b]

Dude, it was a joke post, did you read it? lol... 'renegade missiles'....