EmKay
Well-Known Member
After so long, the time had finally come.
Years had gone by with Crux learning what he could where he could learn it. There were abilities he knew, secrets he had uncovered, that many had wished would remain buried. Using telekinesis as a paralysis mechanism, wrenching information from a man's mind, and the art of draining the Force from a life form created the unholy trinity that he had taken to so readily and his Crossguard Blade was nearly symbolic of that. He was not meant to, though. He was a Je'daii. A healer, a peacekeeper, a mechanism of balance. Had he fallen from that? Had he truly Fallen in the more classical sense of the word? Not yet. He was teetering that edge like so many who tap into the Dark Side do. There was no mistaking its taint and influence, especially now.
Josiah Denko. Herodias Ren. The patriarch of House Denko, and Crux's father, was now the young man's mark. Through his guidance, the Dark Side had run rampant through the western borders of Wild Space. This could not be allowed, or at least that was the cover story. In reality, the young Je'daii had quite the quarrel with Josiah. There were so many unanswered questions that it was part of what drove him to this path. He resigned himself to never getting answers, and twisted that acceptance into a hatred with only one direction to go: forward. Here he stood now, before the mighty Herodias Ren. Seemingly clad in functional Force User robes, he hid beneath that a lineup of smuggler-typical clothing that gave very mild resistance to blasters or knives. There was nothing fancy. No specially curated armour, no plating that could stop a torpedo. Only him, his lightsaber, and his blaster. This was the way he wanted it, even if his opponent was clad in a ballistic missile. He could not tell from here. Not yet. His eyes strained through the light silhouetting the Elder Denko to make some semblance of focus. He wanted to say something. He felt like he should have, but the words never came. Instead, blaster flung from belt to hand and aimed straight for Josiah. A second ticked past, as though some instinctual part of Crux acknowledged what he was about to do, then a beam of unstable yellow energy spat forth toward the Master Knight.
A battle of David versus Goliath, Stupid Revenge versus Power, Son versus Father, had begun.
[member="Josiah Denko"]
Years had gone by with Crux learning what he could where he could learn it. There were abilities he knew, secrets he had uncovered, that many had wished would remain buried. Using telekinesis as a paralysis mechanism, wrenching information from a man's mind, and the art of draining the Force from a life form created the unholy trinity that he had taken to so readily and his Crossguard Blade was nearly symbolic of that. He was not meant to, though. He was a Je'daii. A healer, a peacekeeper, a mechanism of balance. Had he fallen from that? Had he truly Fallen in the more classical sense of the word? Not yet. He was teetering that edge like so many who tap into the Dark Side do. There was no mistaking its taint and influence, especially now.
Josiah Denko. Herodias Ren. The patriarch of House Denko, and Crux's father, was now the young man's mark. Through his guidance, the Dark Side had run rampant through the western borders of Wild Space. This could not be allowed, or at least that was the cover story. In reality, the young Je'daii had quite the quarrel with Josiah. There were so many unanswered questions that it was part of what drove him to this path. He resigned himself to never getting answers, and twisted that acceptance into a hatred with only one direction to go: forward. Here he stood now, before the mighty Herodias Ren. Seemingly clad in functional Force User robes, he hid beneath that a lineup of smuggler-typical clothing that gave very mild resistance to blasters or knives. There was nothing fancy. No specially curated armour, no plating that could stop a torpedo. Only him, his lightsaber, and his blaster. This was the way he wanted it, even if his opponent was clad in a ballistic missile. He could not tell from here. Not yet. His eyes strained through the light silhouetting the Elder Denko to make some semblance of focus. He wanted to say something. He felt like he should have, but the words never came. Instead, blaster flung from belt to hand and aimed straight for Josiah. A second ticked past, as though some instinctual part of Crux acknowledged what he was about to do, then a beam of unstable yellow energy spat forth toward the Master Knight.
A battle of David versus Goliath, Stupid Revenge versus Power, Son versus Father, had begun.
[member="Josiah Denko"]