Rusty.

[Dezoti]

[member="Jericho"]

Back to Tatooine. It had been a while now since the Zabrak last resided on the dusty world, and it was just how he remembered it. Lifeless, barren, dusty. It was a fitting place to rest. Deep within the desert in an abandoned home Krest would sit, sipping at a rustic cup he had found. Scavenging was what his life had come to, and it was.. Relaxing. War no longer fueled his blood. And while he found himself bored, he was at peace.

For now. Something was ringing in the Force, hardly noticeable. "Probably cause I don't use it all to much now, right?" Krest mumbled to himself, a frown on his lips. What ever was coming was getting closer. So much for peace.

 

[Jericho]

Tatooine, the world full of desert and blistering heat similar to that of his own home world of Lorrd. At one time even with his conditioning, the heat had bothered him whether or not he admitted it to himself but now. Mastering the very elements the overwhelm heat was just a breeze to the warrior. The warrior took a knee and grasped a handful of the hot and rose dropping it slowly back to where he had picked it up. With every drop, he could the clash of the grain as slowed down. It was quiet, it was peaceful, but not for too much longer; The warrior was on a mission, to find himself an infamous Zabrak skilled in the art of craft and convince or distal loyalty to the warrior. The Zabrak's name was [member="Krest"] . When the warrior wanted something it did not take long for him to get to where he needed. With each closing step, the warrior lets out more and more of his signature that made the area around the quake of his presence. He was allowing time for the Zabrak to feel his presence, understand the position he was in, and give him time to respond. Now how would this...Krest? respond to him.

 

[Dezoti]

It was the tingling on the back of the Zabrak's neck that truly made him wary. [member="Jericho"] wasn't a familiar presence, that was for sure. Yet just from the feeling alone Krest could not only tell how powerful the man was, but what his intent was. And it seemed to be finding the red man. An audible groan escaped his lips. So much for a peaceful day. Quickly he would stand, being sure to grab the sword by his side. It was good he kept that.

He wasn't in a hurry as he went outside, but as he stepped into the sun the blade in his hand became unsheathed, and the green plasma ignited in the sound of a snap hiss many would recognize. A lightsaber edged sword, possibly the Zabrak's most favored weapon. And after all these years, he might have to try it out again. With the thick spidersilk cloth wrapped around his head, it was impossible to see the frown on his lips now.

"Can I help you?"

 

[Jericho]

He was not here as a jedi, a sith, a warrior but as a leader of sorts looking skilled hands to work and train under him. But a trickle of excitement shook the warrior's newly youthened body as the Zabrak took out his blade that took shape as a sword then a green light trimmed its edge. It was rare to see a weapon in its light; the warrior was not here for a fight, at first. But witnessing such a blade and the hands that held him, made the warrior want to experiment. The warrior cracked his knuckles then patted his armored chest showing the Zabrak that he was readying himself for a fight. But before anything the warrior looked the Zabrak from head to toe to ensure that he fit the description made. The Zabrak was younger than he but only physically now. Could he back up his defensive stance? "I am here for you." The warrior calmly stated. "I want your skilled hands to work for me. In turn you can access my near boundless knowledge." The warrior offered to the Zabrak.

@Krest

 

[Dezoti]

"And if I say no?" That answer was clear. The frown turned into a grimace as [member="Jericho"] prepared himself. This was not what he had planned for the day. Admittedly far more exciting, but not what he had planned in the slightest. Please still be at my side. This is gonna hurt otherwise. The thought rang through the head of the Zabrak as the Force swelled, slow, unnaturally. His connection was still so very rusty after all. Yet the green plasma on his blade began to glow, showing the Force swelling within.

It's something at least.

 

[Jericho]

A part of Jericho hoped that he would come on his own accord and they would not have to fight. While the other thought the very opposite and hoped that he would refuse so Jericho could test his mettle. The warrior let out a breath of excitement as he read the Zabraks movements, he could feel the force vibrate around his blade. Imbuement, hmm, it was a slow vibration and seemingly unnatural; Was he another force user that cut themselves off from what made them special? A question for another time, this was not the reason why he was here. It was then Jericho found this as probable cause that the Zabrak wanted to fight and went into his fighting stance ready for the fight. "Then I take back my offer and show you that the offer made was out of kindness." The warrior calmly stated and charged at the zabrak with a burst of great speed. Measuring the length of the Zabrak's arm and the length of his blade, the warrior remained wary of the distance the zabrak had on him. Before contact Jericho would jump high above the Zabrak as an elaborate distraction to summon the sand to enclose his feet and aimed a powerful force wave down onto the man.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

Figures it would be a Force User. Figures it would be one good at it too. An unsettling feeling took over as [member="Jericho"] closed the gap in a blink of an eye. As the assailant jumped up however, Krest would move in response. While not having the advantage of the Force, the Zabrak had cybernetics. An unnaturally quick swing brought the unique blade up for Jericho as he was in the air. The Force within the blade would release violently, countering the wave sent down.

Yet even as he was able to counter the obvious attack, he couldn't feel the sand closing in around his feet.

 

[Jericho]

Sadly this would end much quicker than he initially would have anticipated for this fight but nonetheless, he remained impressed by the Zabraks quick reaction and use of the limited ability he may or may not have had. As the force wave came down and was countered, the sand hardened around his feet up to his shin would rise and the Zabrak would find himself upside down. As the warrior fell the air surged from his feet and allowed him to land gracefully down on to the hot sand. The warrior looked upward to the Zabrak and sighed with disappointment ensured some distance between the two, in case the Zabrak would try to struggle. "The sword you hold." The warrior calmly commented. "Did you make it yourself?"

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

There was a blink as the sand closed around his legs, followed by a gasp as he went upside down. Someone else who could use the sand? And obviously much better. The cloth mask fell, revealing a frown. The green blade deactivated, and the blue eyes locked onto that of the masked man. "Yeah, I did. Fun fact." With the now deactivated blade the man swung, letting the force swell within the metal itself. Upon impact, the Force erupted, sending the sand scattering. With this however, more of the sand whipped up, enough to obscure the form of the Zabrak.

Even with his powers limited, he did have experience. His signature faded just as his form did, the same practice used to make the blade he carried. The cover wasn't for long though. With a quick push forward from his mechanical leg the man burst forward, letting a snap hiss fill the air as the blade was brought down for [member="Jericho"] . The fight wasn't over yet, not even close.

 

[Jericho]

After admitting that he crafted such a fine weapon to unbelievable detail, it confirmed what the warrior was after. The blacksmith that can craft the greatest of weapons. He had found him the rumored crafted with a nimblest of hands. With a swift strike, he was able to rupture the hardened sand long enough for his own escape. The more the craftsmen moved the more he revealed his skill in battle, indefinitely attained from first hand experienced in battle. But he would face a foe unlike any other; though normally cautious, Jericho wished to test his new enhanced body. His bone more dense as well as his muscle. Jericho raised his fleshy arm and blocked the incoming blow, his arm nearly sliced off. "Impressive...." The warrior commented as he moved close to grab the zabrak on his neck. "Not many can slice my body so easily." The warrior commented as his arm began to near instantly heal and connect back. The warrior threw the Zabrak back and with another breath went into a fighting stance, this time, more wary of his horned foe. The rumors of the man were completely true, Jericho would take this fight more seriously and learn more about this man through battle.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

There was another blink as [member="Jericho"] went to catch the blade. This guy nuts? No, wait. Even as the blade cut through, the Zabrak could see something was amiss. This wasn't the Force telling him, but instincts drilled in since his birth. Then it hit him. Mostly as the mans arm began to regrow. Super Soldier? Not like the one he made, far better in fact. And able to be used with the Force.

With the mans arm around his throat though thinking was kind of put on the back burner. Chocking wasn't ever fun, despite what people may think, and as he was thrown back the rush of air was very welcome. On the ground he landed, letting the sand kick up around him. His heart was pounding loud in his ears. That's right. Fighting. The thrill of battle. Of War. Teeth flashed in a grin as black lines formed on the skin of the Zabrak. Tattoos normally invisible darkened as the Force flowed through. Once again the tattooless Zabrak matched that of his people.

The Force flowed through him, far more natural than before. Something had clicked, a sensation long forgotten. That's right, the Force was his tool. That's what it was to be a Templar. The blade switched into his right hand, a grip tight yet loose around the leather wrapped hilt. Once more the Force filled the blade, quicker, brighter. A single swing of the blade sent a wave of energy towards the masked man, sharp as any knife.

Oh, and he didn't talk anymore. His eyes were wide and dilated, almost like an animal. His consciousness might as well be gone.

 

[Jericho]

The air around them shifted, the aura around the man changed, the calm craftsmen seemed different from all accounts. His body now covered by dark marks that had residue of the of force that circled around more of his being. A devilish grin on his face revved for a good battle, followed by all of this a powerful surge of the force unleashed by the beast of a man. Jericho raised a hand summoned the force in his defense creating a powerful force bubble to block the attack. As the pierce wave stopped he could feel a warm liquid flow from his head drip down his eye, the wave hit it's mark, barely, but it did. A grin formed from under his mask, to think he would be surprised so often, so soon. It was his lucky day, he had found someone of worth to truly work under him. How long would this last though? This untapped power? What was its limits? Time to push it's buttons now. Jericho once again took a breath and raised his hand unleashing his dark side a bit causing seemingly blind destruction to the area avoiding the Zabraks home, invisible surge of blasts were made to the sand causing a sort of storms forcing the sands to go act ridiculous speeds around the area. How would the Zabrak react

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

Krest was right behind the wave, eyes wide like fire. [member="Jericho"] would have no breathing room while the Zabrak was in his blood rage. As the energy struck, the man brought his blade around, swinging right for the chest of his assailant. Yet even as he did, he never stopped charging forward. Both feet remained in constant movement, sending the cyborg flying forward. The goal was to simply run Jericho through and drag him across the sands.

 

[Jericho]

Krest was in a full raging charge after he had sent the large and powerful wave of cutting energy. When Jericho lowered his force bubble, there was little time for Jericho to react and really move. So he did what he did best, minimized his movement, knowing that he would get hit either way. The warrior took a deep breath to brace him and side step out and felt the sword run through his right hand. At the rate, Krest was moving there was a short time for Jericho to do this, but his timing was rarely off. For a mere moment, there was a short span of time where everything seemed to be slow. Jericho raise his left hand the thrust it foreword. His aim was not to kill but send a concussive blast aimed for Krest's ear powerful enough to send him flying and releasing his sword at least that was the aim.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

A smarter man would have ducked, pressed the advantage, won. But Krest was gone. Given to his rage the Zabrak could do little against the blast [member="Jericho"] sent his way. The man learned what it was to be a ragdoll, flying though the sands to land upon the seemingly soft yet hard ground. A groan escaped his lips as the tattoos faded, leaving the man just a pale red.

Wasn't often he got into a fight. Loosing was normal though. With his senses regaining, and a heavy ring in his ear, he would just lay there. His sword remained in his hand, inactive of course, but there. It took a beating, but lasted pretty well. Might be worth it after all. Time will tell. Oh, and there's the guy here too. What was he gonna do now that he won? Krest hadn't even bothered to think on that one.