Just Routine....Right?

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]

As the sith disappeared from sight, so did Sean's fire. Kark. He reached down to his utility belt come on....where was it...there we go. His eyes lit up as he found one of the variable grenades on his belt, he didn't have time to check which setting it was on. And unaware of where his enemy was, he lobbed it straight infront of him, the incendinary setting was on, and the grenade boomed into a wash of flame, setting the forest alight.

It made for a pretty scene and a distracting, just in time for Sean to turn and received a harsh jab to the face that sent him reeling back, and for his rifle to be severed in two, useless

 

[Darth Abyss]

Once again the sith was in controll. But killing his enemy was not enough anymore, the rage inside him forced him to break him, destroy his mind, his spirit, before serving the killing blow. He aimed his lightsaber at the mans chest slowly walking towards him, his face transfromed into a grimace of hate and anger.

"You really think the republic can win? The Sith have more power than your mind can even comprehend. I am just an apprentice and still you are not more than a slight inconvenience to cut in half with my saber. The dark lords will tear down your citys, burn your familys and I will stand by their sides, watching while you and the rest of the republic will collapse into nothing"

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]

His hands went to his belt again, and his collar sheeth. From one he withdrew a knife, the strangely colored and vibrating metal marking it as a vibroblade. From the other a pistol, the standard republic issue sidearm. It would all come down to this. He knew he couldn't survive this, but he was going to go down fighting

 

[Darth Abyss]

For a second Abyss felt glimpse of respect for the man´s braveness, before focusing on the anger inside himself again. Neither the knife nor the pistol would be a match for the glowing red blade in the hands of the young sith. With a sudden move, he swings his saber at the man´s legs, trying to cut them of.

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Remember your training, stay on your feet...balance on the balls of your feet, not the toes...harder to do in full combat armor with a loaded kit bag, but still. First.... Distract your target....the fire would see to that... evade blind swipe, followup with a quick kick to the back of his knee. Angered, he'll attempt wild block, step in close an employ an elbow block, and the shoot a quick kick to his chest. Block feral left, weaken right jaw, now fracture with a solid hit. Break cracked ribs, traumatize solar plexus, dislocate jaw entirely. Kick to diaphragm, in summary. Ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, 4 broken, diaphragm hemmorhaging. Full physical recovery? Six weeks. Full Emotional recovery? Six months. Ability to taunt a republic soldier ? Nullified.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The hooded figure had to hold back a laugh as the man in front of him eveaded his swing, looking more like a dancer than a fighter to him. The kick that followed did hurt, but not enough to really distract the sith. Instead of taking another swing, Abyss just uses the hilt of his lightsaber, aiming to just hit him in the face with it.

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Head cocked to the left, partial deafness in ear, nose bleeding, broken. The Sith's likely first point of attack. Dazed, discombobulated even from the strike, vision blurry from the pain on his broken nose. Stay on your feet soldier.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The smell of blood and the sound of broken bones only amplified the rage inside of Abyss mind, falling in a delerium of mindless violence. Using the confused state of the soldier, he once again strikes with the hilt, aiming for the already broken nose.

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Sean had been expecting that. He moved aside and stepped closer, a jab to the throat; paralyze vocal chords, stop his scream. The third step... got floating rib to the liver. Fourth and finally finally, drag in left leg, fist to patella. His summary expectation, unconscious in ninety seconds, he'd be out for a quarter hour atleast
[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Blinded by rage, he did not see the jab in his throat coming. Stumbling back in pain, he only evades the next hit by falling to the ground. In an last resort he focuses on the pain, trying to use the force of the dark side to create a blast of kinetic energy that would knock the other man of his feet. While telekinesis was something that came natural to most force users, especially under high stress, he never formally learned how to use it, and could only hope that his rage would be stronge enough to create the power needed.

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Sean was blasted backwards by the wave of telekinetic rage, launching him back several feet, and knocking the knife and pistol from his hands. He sat up, shaking his head and trying to scramble back up to his feet

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

After slowly standing up, Abyss activates his lightsaber walking to the now unarmed man. The exhaustion and pain mades his steps uncontrolled and slow, but in his eyes was a fire of pure hate. He had gravely underestimated the soldier before but it would not happen again. He stabs his lightsaber towards the chest of the man, in an final attempt to end his life, while simultaneously using the force to shroud his mind in fear, so the mans last memory would be the horrors he and the one sith would bring to the galaxy.

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]

I've got nothing left. I can't even get up. Everything hurts...Come on, move your arm. Stand up....come on something....you cant just die like this....there are people out there that still need you. The lightsaber ignited. He's coming closer. Come on....move please, anything...This can't be it....I don't want to die! His hand was on his hip....there...one last attempt. And as the blade descended he smiled up at the sith, as he pulled the pin on the grenade, which had been set at a two second timer, detonating right as the blade would have bit into Sean

 

[Darth Abyss]

As the grenade detonated, Abyss could feel his body being pulled of the ground, throwing him few feet trough the air before landing on the ground with a loud impact. The young sith could feel the fractures in his rips, and his legs feelt like at least one of them was broken. Only staying awake by transforming pain into hate, the apprentice slowly lifts his body on his feet, stumbling and almost falling down again, as he made his way to leave the scene.


[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]


Sean attempted to rise again, to fight,Or at any rate he would have. His body was starting to speak with him once more. Sean felt his body drooping to the ground, no more ready to bear any weight by any means. His hand went to his mid-section, gripping his injury. Terrible thought. Looking down, he saw the red. A lot of red. Torment spotted his vision. Had he taken himself too far? Would his family get what they had appealed to God for? The world started a moderate, jolting twist as he dropped to his side on the icy ground. Boots drew closer. He constrained his eyes open once more, admiring the Sith. How frail he should look . How pitiful.The sith scarcely appeared as though he'd worked up a sweat, and here Sean was, battling to stay cognizant. Some Hero of the Republic he ended up being. Sean squared his shoulders back, conveying himself up to his full stature as well as can be expected, and shut his eyes, as he recalled everything.

"Will you ever be able to do anything right?"

His sister's words stung his ears.

"You ruined rascals are all the same! Attempting to get something to no end. You can send a message to your family when you've earned it, however I don't see that event ever occuring."

The Captain hated him, simply from his brith.

"You are only a disrespect to this family! Are you ever going to contribute something to it?"

His da's affection...

"Hey looks like you got some of the good stuff.... Trust you wouldn't fret on the off chance that I have a few, isn't that right? Heh. Obviously you don't."

What reason did the men ever have to respect him?

"Once again, Sean. If this happens again, and I'm not paying the ransom, you simply are not worth the cost"

How his mom's words cut deeply...

"Help us out and have the decency to accomplish something good for once in your life and bite the dust discreetly."

Yes. At last. He would do what his family had constantly desired. They wouldn't need to stress over him being a weight any more. For quite a long time he'd been anxious over this plan...., yet now... Presently he discovered it was oddly freeing. He was free. He was glad, more satisfied than he'd been in all his years. He'd done his duty, however he could comprehend why none would see it. None aside from this Sith, and who might he tell? Who would he be able to tell? No, a Soldier doesn't search out glory. He looks for just his obligation, correct?

He couldn't grumble. In a couple of short week, he'd discovered affection, certainty, and a spot in the galaxy. The Gods above had seen his commitment and compensated him. Also, now, by the simple guilt of standing up for what was right, he would be sent to their embrace settled and cheerful, finishing his obligation to his family. Who could want more than that??

Sean opened his eyes to watch the world blur away one last time, and couldn't help but smile.





Character Dead.