Skirmish Blackest Night: Jakku Jedi Enclave Raid [BOTM v JEDI]

[Romi Jade]

[Theme]
------------
​

sssSSSS!

Romi took the offensive and attacked, and he intercepted; It sparked as it caught Jade's return cut. They exchanged blows, the hiss-crack of lightsaber smashing against lightsaber drowned out the conflict around them, and amplified the chaos between them.

But she did not falter, she was silent and focused -- as focused as she could be given the situation.

Jagged, precipitous lines seemed to link the two of them. They both had opened themselves to the ebb and flow of the force, a familiar embrace. The current of power aggressively nipped at the space they occupied, it was almost being torn from the air around them. Their mere presence , because they strongly represented opposite aspects, warped the crackling pressure of the metaphysical energy they called on. The whisping edges grew jagged before falling around them in a rippling wave.

The sheer swell of power rising between the two leaves the air thick and heavy.

They broke their lock, she danced back a step.

“Give in to your hatred. It is the only way to defeat me. The only way to stop all that I will do.”

"Bleh bleh bleh...I'll be glad when I finally cut your head off." she shot back.

He pressed for her like a raging storm. Her glowing blade worked in a furious, humming blur, whipping up and to the side, angled down. She proceeded to batter his blade back down, but got no spark and no hiss from a collision of the blades. Now in the face of his downward arc, she gently gave in her frame with a subtle bend of the waist, stepping just to the side before she could second guess herself. She stroked her blade to meet his, but cut into the trajectory of his swing with liquid precision. Her straight block shifted into a parry, and she inclined her blade a few degrees downward, angled at his incoming strike.

She was forcing his blade's momentum a minute degrees off its intended mark...to force another lock; she was backing him into a corner.

With her blade hissing just on top of his now, he could either run the risk of having his fingers sheered off should she run her blade up the length of his, or break off the saber lock altogether -- either way the next move was hers as she summoned the near-invisible weave of lethal energy that was Vaapad.

Were they on the precipice of another shift?

-----------
Darth Solipsis​

 

[Darth Solipsis]

​

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW​

The roaring thunder of the twin blades crashing together resounded throughout the night sky. The twin hues burned with an intensity unmatched by any source of luminescence around them, the respective glow of their intertwined plasma sparked out white hot. Each clash an explosion of light, a source of embers scorching against the kicked up desert sands as the two combatants violently danced between one another.

The Force was strong. It flowed through them, guiding them, binding them. One let it work through them and the other worked through it, clenching hold of it like a tool. Unity and Dominance, Jedi and Sith, a tale as old as time itself. The empyrean crackled with unrefined power as Darkness and Light intertwined violently within the metaphysical sphere. There was no balance, no middle ground, just a violent storm or mix of currents from the respective spheres of influence fighting for dominance on this barren rock.

Romi Jade broke free from their saberlock, the twin blades free of their fierce struggle for a momentary reprieve. She fired back at him with a retort of her own.

"Bleh bleh bleh...I'll be glad when I finally cut your head off." she shot back.

The Dark Lord raged against the Master Jedi like a hurricane unfurled. His furious footwork was matched by her own, riders of the storm battering against each other. He moved his blade with hatred in his heart, he dwelled on old memories letting them fuel his heart and guide his aim. His thoughts rushing to the Sacking of Coruscant, to the flight of the Silver Jedi from the Core Worlds as the Republic collapsed, his anger for the weakness, for the blight that the Jedi Order left upon the galaxy as it continually died a little more each passing decade.

She proceeded to batter his blade back down, forcing his blade's momentum a minute degrees off its intended mark each time. Another lock, he didn’t see that she was backing him into a corner. Clever woman.

With her blade hissing just on top of his now, he could either run the risk of having his fingers sheered off should she run her blade up the length of his, or break off the saber lock altogether -- the Dark Lord hissed in anger. She would gain the upper hand here.

As he prepared to release the saberlock and back pedal his mind drew forth from the empyrean the stray thoughts and emotion running deep. There was pain beneath the surface, raw and uncut. A hardship unresolved? A wound that would never heal.

Ah.

The Sith’ari released his hold as the blades let loose, his feet swiftly carrying him back handing the advantage to her.

His sulfuric eyes locked with hers even in the moment of her advance,

“I could bring her back Romi. Your daughter, you couldn’t save her.”

​