Misunderstand's Are The Best

[Darth Ferus]

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Crystalsong was a planet Krest had high hopes for. On the very fringe of the galaxy and virtually untouched by the core it grew on it's own. Removed from the constant wars it was a prime location for any budding order of any kind to grow. For him, it was the Templars. Their mission? To stop the Sith. But they lacked numbers. Training. Here they would grow.

The elder Zabrak stood before the construction of what would become his and hopefully other's home away from home. He was dressed in rather simple clothing with his axe holstered on his back, simply waiting for his help to arrive from their lunch to continue the construction. Standing there was when he sensed something that caused his eyes to narrow. Glancing over his shoulder he waited to see who was coming.

@Vogh

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph rather liked this planet. Crystalsong. Not one he'd heard of in his previous travels. Voph had something of a fascination with crystals, given his profession as a lightsaber craftsman. But he'd heard whispers. An order of Force sensitives. In truth, he'd discovered them after communing with the Force Nexus on Vjun. Or rather, the Force had shown him where they were. So now he stood, clad in his armor, and lightsaber hanging from his hip. The rune on his collar glowing softly, pulsing like a heartbeat.

The man standing in front of him wielded an Axe, which Voph thought strange at first, but then his first instructor had been quite fond of such weapons as well. He stood before what appeared to be a temple of sorts, but clearly still being built. Voph's helmet focused on the man for a second, before turning side to side, looking for the man's companions. The camp was too large for just one being. "Greetings...Iridonian." He gestured to the Temple behind him. "I seek an audience with the warden of this temple. Where might I find him?"

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I suppose that would be me, though I've yet to make such titles." The Zabrak slowly crossed his arms over his chest as [member="Voph"] approached, trying to seem as nonhostile as possible for the given moment. The man had come with a purpose though, knowing right where he was going. Blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Krest thought why this would be. The Force sending it's whispers perhaps? Or a spy already finding his location.

"How can I help you, sir..?"

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph's hands clasped behind his back. The Zabrak was a rather large individual, standing nearly two feet taller than Voph himself. That, paired with the reputation such a war-like species had, made Voph more than a little wary. He felt the Force surge through him, dark and twisted, causing the rune on his collar to flair brightly for a moment. Voph willed himself to peace.

He began to pace, always keeping his helmet locked on the Zabrak's face. "I was sent here by a higher power. A vision. An Iridonian, hiding at the edge of the galaxy." Voph paused, looking off into the crystalline forest, before his head turned back towards [member="Krest"] . "An impressive feat to find a planet such as this. Even more impressive that I have not heard of it before. Tell me, Zabrak. Who are you? What purpose do you serve here?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

The blue eyes narrowed further on [member="Voph"] as the flash of the dark sent warning signs through the Force. Whispers of danger tugged at the edge of the Zabrak's senses, turning his guarded deposition into a far more defensive one. "Higher power, huh? Seems they were wrong." Krest kept his tone neutral as he watched the blind man pace, doing his best to not just reach for his axe and attack.

"There's no one hiding here. As for how I found the planet, the Force sent it's whispers, and I decided to listen. As for my purpose? To make a place for those who wish to learn the freedom to do so." Clearly, the Iridonian wasn't telling the whole story. And unfortunately the others wouldn't be back for some time. Stalling wouldn't do any good. "What is it you want, nameless stranger."

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph arched a brow. "Indeed." The helmet turned to look past Krest. "The powers I serve...I've never known to be wrong. Only...misunderstood." Voph turned to focus on Krest. "A place of learning, however...from a being like you?" Voph's tone was even, but his meaning was clear enough. Zabraks were not traditionally scholarly people. And the Axe hanging from the large man's back did little to persuade Voph otherwise.

"Who I am is unimportant. I am but a vessel. Ready to carry out the will of the one who commands it." Voph's lightsaber was in his hand. The blade was not yet active, however. Voph was simply preparing should his assumption about this place...this man, be wrong. "I have come seeking my mission. Which, it seems, I have found..."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

" 'A being like me?' " Krest's brow furrowed at the expression. The flicker of dark he had already sensed within [member="Voph"] had put him on edge, but now the apparent racism immediately made him think of a group he had hoped wouldn't find this place so early. The Sith. It only made sense that the Sith would target him. A Lord who not only leaves the order but openly opposes it is a natural target.

"No name, no purpose but to serve your master." He paused as he saw the saber was drawn by the force. So that's where this was going to end up. With a deep sigh the Zabrak reached behind himself, slowly pulling free his axe with his left hand. It was deliberately slow, his blue gaze never once leaving the stranger in case he decided to strike. "I really rather you hadn't done that, friend. Talk is going to have to end."

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph sat immobile, watching the Zabrak draw his Axe. The Dark Side surged through him, and lightning began to arc between the fingers on his left hand. Voph spoke, though he seemed...distant. "Then let us talk. Not with words, but with actions. Stand fast, Iridonian." He stepped back, settling into a forward stance, with his arms still held down by his sides. The Dark Side surged again, and Voph flexed the fingers on his left hand, allowing the force to surge through him, and pass on. He would not succumb to rage. Not this time. Against a lesser foe perhaps.

His right arm came up, holding the lightsaber out to the side. He thumbed the activation trigger, and he felt the Force surge again. A feeling washed over Voph that he'd not felt in...centuries. Millennia. It was satisfying. Exhilarating. The hiss of his Lightsaber activating filled his ears, and the bright white blade sprung to life. Voph twirled the blade around him, reacquainting himself with the sensation of holding a blade once more. He steeled himself, preparing for the Zabrak's first offensive.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A deep sigh escaped Krest again as he watched the lightning soar between [member="Voph"] 's fingers. It confirmed that the man was definitely Sith. The Force began to openly pulse through the Zabrak, a sign of his own preparation for the coming clash. Yet even as calm and collected both he and his growing signature in the Force seemed, a grin formed on his face. As an Iridonian, he simply loved to fight. It was a sensation of joy he couldn't deny or hide.

Being offered the first attack wasn't something he was a fan of. Against an unknown it could lead to life costing mistakes. His time as an Assassin always taught him to study his foe before engaging. "Ah well, I suppose.." He muttered under his breath. Then he threw his axe. It was a blur of motion as he swung his arm, sending the bladed weapon end over end towards his foe. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he changed the trajectory. What should have been a straight forward throw for his chest suddenly twisted in the air and went low, aiming to take out Voph's legs from under him.

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph had already sidestepped by the time the axe left Krest's hands. Typical, and predictable. His left arm came up, lightning surging between his fingers. Then it hit him. The axe did, anyways. It did little more than ping off his armor, but the intended effect was had. His leg crumpled, and Voph was forced down to one knee, falling hard. He grunted as his knee hit the ground. Changing the weapon's trajectory. That was a new one. And not even one Voph had considered before.

He pushed himself back to his feet, left arm shooting up to let the lightning course down his arm, across his fingers, and arc out towards the Zabrak. He did not intend to kill him. Merely subdue him. The lightning perhaps wouldn't kill him, but it would certainly hurt. And clue Voph in to how well the man handled pain. Given his heritage, probably well. As Voph unleashed his barrage, he continued to strafe around Krest, twirling his lightsaber. Staying at range had never been his preference, and yet in this instance, it might be the only choice...

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest was not far behind his axe. Once the weapon connected with [member="Voph"] 's legs and forced him to a knee the Zabrak was on him, closing the distance with a blindingly fast leap. To the average person at least. His axe returned to his hand as he closed in, one hand bringing the weapon down in a heavy slash for the kneeling figure. This, however, made him a rather easy target for the blast of lightning.

Focused on his attack the Zabrak could only summon up a minor defense, his free hand swiping through the air to form a quick barrier to catch the blast. The invisible field shattered only after a moment of catching the blast, but it was enough. Krest's mechanical arm scorched with the blast, the cybernetics flaring here and there as it tried to diffuse the sudden energy to keep it from overloading. But that wasn't his focus. The barrier had kept him from being knocked off course, and with a rage filled roar he brought the axe down.

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph, already in motion in anticipation of a charge, had stepped out from under the behemoth, bringing his lightsaber up in a swift motion to sever the Axe handle just below the blade. Voph frowned as the blade connected with the axe, and was driven down with the force of Krest's attack. Force Imbued. How did he miss that one? No matter. It was his first fight in a while, he was rusty. He'd allow himself that one.

He spun the lightsaber around, carving a scorch line through the earth below him, and spun it around to lash out at Krest's shoulder. Well, what would have been a shoulder on a normal opponent. Due to Krest's size, a bicep was the best Voph could hope for...

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest made no move to defend himself from [member="Voph"] 's strike. He kept the cybernetic arm down in the path of his foes strike, as the cortosis below would be more than enough to upset the fragile balance of the fight. He had hoped to avoid using the trick, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to use it. In fact, he'd capitalize on it. As the strike came his hand shot out to grasp the hilt of his foe's lightsaber, being sure to make it seem like a risky maneuver to keep Voph on track.

Meanwhile, he brought his axe around again. It was a low sweep, aiming to once again trip up the armored foe though this time with all the might the Zabrak had to offer.

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph cursed under his breath as the hand grabbed his lightsaber. With the incoming attack, Voph didn't attempt to regain control of his lightsaber. So, he kicked back, and flipped over the incoming axe, skidding to a stop a few feet away. He stood, holding his arms up in a surrender. He didn't think the Zabrak would buy it. Mostly cause he wasn't selling all that hard. So he curled his fist over.

The electronet fired from Voph's gauntlet, deploying around Krest. Voph set back in a defensive stance, lightning crackling through his fingers again, but he did not double down on the attack. Part of him would hoping Krest would submit. The rest of him knew there wasn't a chance...

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest casually tossed the saber away as [member="Voph"] created some distance between them. He stood to his fullest height, glaring at the man as a far more serious demeanor took over. The initial joy was gone, replaced with the grim determination to eliminate a threat to his allies and friends. The axe in his hand slowly grew colder, frost forming along it's edge as he watched, and waited.

Then the net came. The Zabrak's brow twitched at the weaponry. Nets weren't a weapon he had ever been a fan of. He had been expecting some sort of bullet, his axe prepped to deflect. But as the net burst open and surrounded him Krest could only grit his teeth. He collapsed under the net, the electrical surges causing slight spasms in his body. Then, as quickly as it began it stopped. The net instantly froze over, as did the ground below and around the Zabrak. The net shattered as he pushed himself to his feet again, glaring over at his foe.

 

[Kyyrk]

The moment Krest had tossed the lightsaber away, Voph's left arm outstretched, calling his blade back to him. Through a twirl and flourish, the blade wound up in his right hand again, white-blue blade humming quietly. Voph arched a brow at the frozen axe. That was a neat trick, he'd have to see if he could learn that. But back to the matter at hand. He held his lightsaber up to point at the Zabrak, but otherwise made no move.

"You fight well, Iridonian. Not a scholar by any means." Voph reached up with his off hand, peeling his helmet away and tossing it to the ground next to him. A blank metal plate stared back at Krest, a simple mantle designed to fit under his helmet. Voph's hair was short, black stained with streaks of silver. A Miralukan, rare as they were these days. "Such skill is a valuable trait. I could have used it in my bid to free Commenor..."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A brow was raised as [member="Voph"] spoke. Krest stood tall before the Miralukan, silent as he spoke. It did make sense, his enemy was able to predict his moves in a way that he should have recognized sooner. Ah well, he knew now at least. Slowly the presence the Zabrak had in the force shrank, again and again until it was too small to be seen. Art of the Small, the skill he taught to so many Assassins so they could sneak up on Jedi. And against a man who could only see through the Force? He might as well be invisible.

"You assume much of a stranger, my friend. Though, what exactly are you planning to free Commenor from? The Sith are gone, and the planet is free."

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph stepped back, blade lowering. He seemed...taken aback at the sudden disappearance of Krest. Or at least that's what he wanted the man to think. His head began turning, looking this way and that, as if trying to locate Krest. But he knew. Art of the Small. Not often practiced in his time. But, it made people hard for him to see. Not impossible, but hard. And so Voph trained. Figured out how to spot the needle for the hay.

Voph's brow furrowed in confusion. the Iridonian was...chained. In a way. Unlike anything he'd seen before. But...made him easy to find. That was all he needed. "So I have heard. How I wish I could have been there. To rid the galaxy of their...filth..." The last word was spit with a noticeable amount of hatred.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Then you are not Sith yourself." It was more an admission of fact then an actual statement to [member="Voph"] . The King slowly began to pace where he stood, his mind now racing on what that could mean. Why the Mirakulan was here. What was thought of as an assassination attempt was now just an unknown. He slowly flexed his fingers over the handle of his axe, a form of frustration forming.

"Tell me why you are here. And who you are. You seem to think yourself an ally of Commenor."

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph's head began to turn, following Krest's path. "Sith? No...I abandoned that path long ago. And not long enough." Voph gripped his saber tightly, brow creasing as he focused on Krest. The soft whine faded away, as the Lightsaber blade turned off. "I am...I was...Voph. I came to Commenor's aid when the forces of Zakuul threatened to overwhelm her. Force willing, She may continue to see me as a servant and ally."

Voph hung his lightsaber on his belt. "You were revealed to me in a premonition. Guided by the Force. A being that could help me: Born of the Sith, now turned against them. I...sought my son...and found you instead." Voph fell quiet for a moment, then nodded towards the Temple. "You are not alone in your crusade. There are others who follow you?"

[member="Krest"]