Character
Objective 3: Antique Land
Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor
Engaging:
Ran Serys
The appearance of the Jedi—and it seemed she was indeed a Jedi—took Xzinn and his followers by surprise. An explosion rocked the factory near them, sending shards of glass falling to the street below like so many razor-sharp droplets of rain. Along with the glass came a woman, tumbling through the air. Rather than splattering on the ground, however, he fall was slowed, and then broken when she landed directly on one of the acolytes. The poor young man hardly had the time to realize what was happening before she landed on him.
The Jedi and their allies had come again for the Sith, seeking to either force them back into slavery, or in the case of true Sith, to purge them from the galaxy once and for all. For all their talk of higher ideals, of peace, looking around it was obvious that they were just as bloodthirsty and ruthless as they ever accused the Sith of being. They were even casual about their killing, as this woman had been in dispatching the acolyte who now lay dead at her feet.
The whole thing infuriated him.
A few of the other acolytes prepared to engage the Jedi, but Xzinn waved them off. "No, keep going toward our objective," he ordered them. "I'll deal with this." There was a pause, a brief moment where the junior acolytes looked at the Jedi, at Xzinn, and at each other. It seemed almost as if they would ignore Xzinn, instead seeking revenge for their fallen comrade. Then it passed. "Come on, let's go." One of them beckoned the others, leading them away from the Jedi. Glass crunched under their boots as they left, headed in the direction of another factory complex several blocks away.
Xzinn had not sent them away simply because he wished to protect them, or because they would get in the way, or even because they simply had something more important to do. That all may have been true to one degree or another, but that wasn't it. No, Xzinn wanted this fight to be his and his alone. He hadn't faced off against a Jedi, at least not like this. The prospect of putting one in the ground was too good to pass up.
There was a sharp snap-hiss as his own lightsaber activated, its crimson red blade surging forth. The Falleen Sith glared at the Jedi woman, tapping into the anger that bubbled and churned inside him. He felt the Dark Side of Force flowing through him, spreading to every inch of his body. His senses were heightened, his muscles were tensed and full of vigor.
"You've made a mistake coming here, Jedi," Xzinn intoned. His voice was steady; it did not betray the emotions roiling within him. "And you're going to pay for it."
With that, he charged.
Location: Odavessa
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor
Engaging:
Ran Serys
The appearance of the Jedi—and it seemed she was indeed a Jedi—took Xzinn and his followers by surprise. An explosion rocked the factory near them, sending shards of glass falling to the street below like so many razor-sharp droplets of rain. Along with the glass came a woman, tumbling through the air. Rather than splattering on the ground, however, he fall was slowed, and then broken when she landed directly on one of the acolytes. The poor young man hardly had the time to realize what was happening before she landed on him.
The Jedi and their allies had come again for the Sith, seeking to either force them back into slavery, or in the case of true Sith, to purge them from the galaxy once and for all. For all their talk of higher ideals, of peace, looking around it was obvious that they were just as bloodthirsty and ruthless as they ever accused the Sith of being. They were even casual about their killing, as this woman had been in dispatching the acolyte who now lay dead at her feet.
The whole thing infuriated him.
A few of the other acolytes prepared to engage the Jedi, but Xzinn waved them off. "No, keep going toward our objective," he ordered them. "I'll deal with this." There was a pause, a brief moment where the junior acolytes looked at the Jedi, at Xzinn, and at each other. It seemed almost as if they would ignore Xzinn, instead seeking revenge for their fallen comrade. Then it passed. "Come on, let's go." One of them beckoned the others, leading them away from the Jedi. Glass crunched under their boots as they left, headed in the direction of another factory complex several blocks away.
Xzinn had not sent them away simply because he wished to protect them, or because they would get in the way, or even because they simply had something more important to do. That all may have been true to one degree or another, but that wasn't it. No, Xzinn wanted this fight to be his and his alone. He hadn't faced off against a Jedi, at least not like this. The prospect of putting one in the ground was too good to pass up.
There was a sharp snap-hiss as his own lightsaber activated, its crimson red blade surging forth. The Falleen Sith glared at the Jedi woman, tapping into the anger that bubbled and churned inside him. He felt the Dark Side of Force flowing through him, spreading to every inch of his body. His senses were heightened, his muscles were tensed and full of vigor.
"You've made a mistake coming here, Jedi," Xzinn intoned. His voice was steady; it did not betray the emotions roiling within him. "And you're going to pay for it."
With that, he charged.
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