I Got 99 Problems but a Sith Ain't One(Open to 1 One Sith)

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton, for a while, had infiltrated the One Sith. Fought in their battles, gained their knowledge, killed one of their Lords, leaked some of their information. He wasn't the greatest of infiltrators, but he had gotten some stuff done, and probably would have kept doing what he was doing. Were it not for a promise to a huntress to be on call to take down a Voice of the Dark Lord of course. It wasn't necessarily something he regretted, he'd helped the woman in a plot she would have gone through anyways. Reinforced her mind from the mental assaults of a Sith Lady who specialized in such things. Hopefully her and her flame-haired Jedi friend were doing okay, Jaxton didn't know. But Jaxton himself had been 'outed', and was at present running for his life.

Or, he had been, until his ship was shot down over Fresia. An interesting world, mostly agricultural, solar days that lasted for nearly galactic standard months, ever changing weather and storms, and no small manner of Incom Facilities on world. The ship he was driving was toast, his medical droid nearly destroyed, but he was mostly alright, just a few more nicks and bruises that would surface later. Extracting the Droid Brain of his medical droid and putting it in his pack he headed out of the debris and began to head for what appeared to be an Incom Facility. If he could buy an X-Wing, get off-world, he was nearly out of One Sith patrol reach, but whoever that Sith was that had shot him out of the skies would be coming.

Force only knew he'd probably be fighting for his life in less than a minute.

(Chase/Duel Scene, no NPC spam please, hoping to have some fun with one of you guys.)

 

[Olom Grihk]

(OOC: I've seen no one call dibs here. If I'm ruining a previous arrangement, or if you'd prefer a full time One Sith member, let me know.)



Olom stalked his prey. He was the smaller, weaker, and seemingly most useless Sith possible. But he was also smart. The Hairy, pink ape was running, his cover had been blown. Of course, that didn't mean it was over. Now, he had to hunt him, confront him, and figure out how to resolve this mess. He could simply call in the full-time Sith, but that would compromise his position. He'd shot this man down, and capturing him would be such a convenient source of information. Still, he had to have a light touch. This agri-world.



After all, his illusion of retirement was the only thing keeping him out of the Emperor's sight. Still, he'd been keeping eyes on the situation. This fool was daring to infiltrate the scene. Most people would've just laid low and stayed out of sight. But this one had a cover that Olom had been able to lean on, using his remaining connections. He'd probed the Empire for weaknesses, and this one was his. He approached the Jedi, moving fleetly, the force empowering his seemingly frail body as he moved after the vibrant healthy man. He was a warrior. Unfortunate. An infiltrator would have been easier quarry. He did not unsheathe his saber. He addressed him calmly. "Don't suppose you'll come quietly, make this discussion easy?" He said calmly. The Sith of Dun Moch, the quiet knife of Form Zero, frown, knowing full well he couldn't break a Jedi's will so easily. He'd have to instruct his prey. What a nuisance.



He readied his saber into a standard position, but left the blade unignited. "I do not wish your death, impostor," he said coolly. "Stand down. We will speak."


(Edit: Forgot tages because I suck)


[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton saw the small creature with lightsaber in hand and in reply, did exactly what he was doing before.

He kept moving forward.

"If you want to talk you can keep up." Jaxton replied as he continued. He saw creature's saber laying deactivated, an unspoken threat. One he didn't care for until it was followed with action. He heard the creature's words, speaking of peaceful discussion, but Jaxton had no time for games. Jaxton's pace would be quick, by merit not of the Force but merely his athleticism. If the Sith were to try to keep up he'd have to hurry. If the Sith were to try to examine Jaxton he'd notice he was 'armored' in a simple jumpsuit, with a lightsaber clipped unto his belt. If he had knowledge of the White Current perhaps he'd see there was a little more to his saber than a just a simple hilt.

[member="Olom Grihk"]

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom shook his head. "Now, that doesn't sound like me. Why chase the piece when I can simply move the board?" Olom Grinned, tossing out a thermal detonator and lobbing it with blast of force energy in front of the pink, tall ape. The man wouldn't dive through an explosion just to maintain his lead. Probably.


He grinned, teeth igniting like needles as he continued toward his target, moving rather quickly for such a small, withered thing. He'd cut off the boy from the right, hoping the explosion would slow him down. Given his size, the probable preferred reach of the infiltrator's saber was likely in the .5-1.0 meter range. If he kept a distance of 1.2 meters, and ignite his own shoto blade with a trakata flicker, it would distract the man without actually endangering either of them. He figured the probability of this was high. What was interesting was the fact that this pink man was running. He couldn't for the life of him understand why. Was he trying to gain a territorial advantage? Maybe he had hoped that he hadn't been fully unveiled yet? Maybe he was a pacifistic man in intent. No, surely not. A peacemaking Jedi would not hope to infiltrate the Sith, their innocence would stand out to even the weakest of sensates. The man's heart was beating at a lightly accelerated pace. Cardiovascular strain. Not enough to be dangerous, but if Olom had an inhalant poison ready, that would have accelerated the metabolisation of it.



There was an aura around the lightsaber. Some sort of illusory field, likely. Still, it looked entirely mundane, even to his infravision. He'd find out soon enough, he thought as he lunged toward his opponent, grinning, "Are you so afraid of one alien dwarf you can't be bothered to fight," he taunted, the Force lacing his words with venom. Dun Moch....the habit of taunting an enemy towards darkness and pushing them forward. Even after the thermal detonator, there was no reason to trust that a little anger from his opponent wouldn't aid his plan. "If you're going to be a fool at least provide me some entertainment. Or do you wish to end up shot running, like your pitiable vessel?"





[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

Jaxton, at his core, was a physical enhancement specialist when it came to the Force. He had a few utility tricks, but the brunt of his skillset was making himself stronger and faster. With a slight Push and a metaphorical flexing of his Force muscles he would have probably been able to outpace the thermal detonator's blast radius, but he doubted the Sith would have given up there. Even if he didn't have any skillset in the Force to allow him to catch up or shoot him down he simply could've gotten back into his ship and tried to shoot him down. No, Jaxton had to deal with this problem.

So backwards he stepped, pivoting in the direction the alien had come from, finding the creature waiting for him. Despite apparent physical shortcomings he was quick. There was a snap-hiss as the creature's shot was ignited, and Jaxton didn't wait for it to to be deactivated before his own blade, 1.45 meters long in it's shorter phase, was ignited and swung horizontally at the sith's hip with a speed that might've been missed with a blink. If his strike was met without resistance, and perhaps even if it was depending on the Columi's physical strength, he'd be dealing with a non-fatal bisection that would make Darth Maul nostalgic.


The columi might have spoke, and Jaxton might have heard it, but if he did it didn't show in his face. Dun Moch in many ways had a sharper edge than a lightsaber, but Jaxton had learned to stave off it's blows, at least for a time. Where as some Jedi preferred to see if they could counter Dun Moch with their words Jaxton found it best to simply end the battle as quick as possible. As an athlete he knew that running and talking was difficult, and that playing a game and thinking too hard made one sloppy. Instead he'd go with the flow, and let his actions speak for him.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Good. He wasn't certain if it was the taunting or the feint, but he had put the behemoth of a man on the offensive. The man was built like a shock-ball runner. Muscle, most of it lean, but long. Unfortunately, Olom undestimated the height difference slightly, He frowned as he saw the saber's blade coming towards him. Blocking it would crush him, given how much force was likely in the swing. He consider retreating, but the man's reach was rather impressive. So he leapt upward, swing his lightsaber down, twirling and breaking away as he parried with the downwrd extend blade, and trying to land several feet ot the left of his opponent. "Not bad," he mused out loud. This man's techniques were impressive, his prowess was not easily denied. He held his saber, maintaining a defensive stance. At the end of the day, His method of Shii-cho was elegant and simple: Minimize the fource you use and let your opponent bury themselves.




"Tell me," the grinning monster began, "Are you always this vicious, Jedi? So quick to seek my blood when I ask for discourse?" He grinned, the light blue blade glowing in evening. "Maybe you should try listening to me, hmm?"



He waited for his opponent's next move. Reaction and understanding were his forte. He should have thrown some droids at him, observed him in action before striking. Ah, well. Perhaps next time. This time, he'd get his own claws dirty the old fashioned way--interactive experimentation.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

The Sith jumped, evading Jaxton's slash. Jaxton raised his offhand and threw a small force push at the creature as it was in midair. Jaxton was, as a rule, a poor telekinetic, but throwing a 40-50ish pound man while in midair and having no friction to stop him shouldn't have been too difficult, at least for the foot or two necessary to put Jaxton out of the Sith's shoto-range. As the creature would head likely backwards Jaxton would pull his blade up and then press another button, the dual-phase component activating and the blade instantly extending into it's higher length of 3 meters. Unless the Sith Munchikin could change his direction in midair with no small amount of quickness he would find that the blade was vertically bisecting him in a symmetrical fashion. If his senses were especially keen he would also sense quite a bit of exertion in the Force from Jaxton, not only to enhance his speed to unnatural level, but also to lower the lethality of his strike, which would prompt the munchkin to suffer third-degree burns from his blade rather than nerve and life ending fourth's. As much as the Sith called him vicious and blood seeking Jaxton didn't end a life when he didn't have to.

 

[Olom Grihk]

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]


Olom grunted as he felt the force push him away from the man, watching him extend the blade, prioritizing his reach. He couldn't shift his momentum enough to avoid the horizontal strike. However it was being encased in benevolent force energy. Mercy. How interesting. However, a pulled punch probably wouldn't be enough restraint to avoid permanent damage to his frail form. He couldn't shift his momentum, but something smaller, that would work.




He threw his lit lightsaber as the large blade approached him, holding it in between himself and the blade with telekinesis. It took him focusing more on that than on the landing to slow down the blow, however, and the pitiable "crack" noise that came from his landing was sufficient to prove his physical weakness. Although mild bone damage was less painful than the burns that would have likely still nearly killed him him, his wincing was visible. He held up his hand, deactivating the lightsaber and standing before his opponent, letting the inert blade hit the ground as he stood a good five meters away. "You've won. The effort of continuing this fight will kill me. If you wish to strike me down for chasing you, I won't hold it against you. I'll try to defend myself, but I will fail. However, I would prefer we spoke first. If you truly think you must kill me to remain secure in your cover afterwards, so be it."



He sighed. "As it stands, I had no desire to kill you. Merely to interrogate you." He focused, levitating his saber back to himself slowly, and reattaching it to his saber cane, leaning heavily. "What has the One Sith done to you to take such a drastic course of action? I'm not fond of the emperor myself, but I'm trying to be more....subtle about my work." He wondered if that was enough of a hint that for all the posturing, Olom wasn't necessarily his enemy. Not yet, anyhow. Whether or not he'd collaborate with a Sith to help damage the Empire further, remained to be seen.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Olom Grihk"]

The Sith might have evaded his blow, but he fell to the ground with a crack that the former athlete had heard before. It was the crack of a bone. Didn't ring loud enough to be anything too vital, but the pain likely put the creature out of commission for the fight. As the lightsaber dropped to the ground a good fifteen feet away from him Jaxton knew the battle was over. He deactivated his blade and put it on his hip, his left hand doing a quick pull to get the Sith's blade on the other side of his belt. Taking an opponent's lightsaber was always a good move, especially wily ones who preferred Dun Moch type trickery over a larger combat focus.

"The One Sith hurt people, fighting a war against a people not for their actions but their beliefs, unwilling to let things like unarmed civilians in the crossfire get in the way of their mission. Somebody had to do something." Jaxton said as he watched the Sith stumble in trying to lean unto his saber, missing an obvious slot where his lightsaber should have attached too.

"I'm in the business of second chances." Jaxton said as he tossed the lightsaber to the Sith. "But not thirds." Jaxton said and began to head towards the Incom Facility once again, to commission some sort of spaceworthy vessel and get outta dodge. Maybe back to the Sanctum, maybe to the Republic, maybe the Jedi Academy that Taheera had told him about. He wasn't sure yet. He just knew that if he stayed around the Sith longer he'd probably kill him. The urges given to him from bathing in the Pool of Knowledge were growing, the corruption taking it's roots. He needed to hurry, Jaxton only had so much time.

 

[Olom Grihk]

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]


Olom slowly leaned on his staff watching as the man took his saber. He didn't let morality outstrip his reasoning. He was actually careful. Impressive. In a galaxy full of moron, he found someone thoughtful. He had no intention of betraying the man at this point--his only escape plan would take two minutes by his reckoning.


"Your reasoning is sound," he said with a chuckle. "The One Sith are led by reckless and Callous people. People with no mind for consequences. And frankly, they need to learn this lesson the hard way. If you aim to teach them this, so be it. I've no intention of acknowledging your role in this," he said in his cool detached voice. "They waste lives, and then claim that those destroyed deserved it because of weakness. Frankly, it's...idiotic," he replied looking at Jaxton as if this were some matter of empirical fact instead of philosophy. "Destroying lives without understanding them is a great waste of potential boons for this galaxy. I cannot help but wonder how much farther the galaxy could have gotten if the One Sith weren't so busy exterminating people en masse," he said, not even certain if Jaxton was listening, talking to himself as much as his 'opponent.'



He smiled as he recieved his saber back. "I'm quite afraid I'm not in the business of acknowledging mercy, even when it's given," he said calmly. "I may not have the luxury of surrender next time, so on this occasion, I thank you. I hope to return your mercy, but I cannot promise I'll have the opportunity to do such a thing," he said dryly. "I can give you a lift to nearest Docks, and get you a new ship, should you wish it. Least I can do, given my interference in your scheming," he offered, although whether or not it constituted an apologetic gesture or some other convoluted method was hard to tell--even for him.