Sand and Flame.

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Tusken raiders. Grimy denizens out of the outland deserts in tatooine. It had been a while since Wraith had been here but he still remembered the time he was here last. A group of tuskens had wiped out a little area he called home, his tent in the desert where he came to meditate. In addition all of his belonging had been stolen.

With no lightsaber and no crushguants he was completely reliant on the force alone to get them back. But this time he had enlisted some aid or a fellow traveller he met in a cantina. A man who promised to help him and give him some insight into the ways of flame sorcery.

It was hot and the sands were whipping up across the desert. Wraith stood clad in his traditional brown cloak with hood. He was crouched atop a plateau overlooking a raiding camp the tuskens had set up. He preferred to solve this peacefully, but if not violence would surely ensue.

"Ready?" He asked
[member="Malachite Avachei"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

Tatooine. I hate Tatooine. The heat itself is not the thing that bothers me. It's the sand. The endless fucking tracts of sand that separate the small groups of towns. The sand got into everything. Easy enough to get out of my relatively small number of mobile belongings, but it was still a pain when it impaired my senses. Sure, I could hunt or scout around with the Force, but where was the fun in that?

I was here, on this cesspit of sand and scum, because of a young Force User who was in need of training. He fought only with his fists and the Force, an admirable style, but it would someday cost him a limb or two.

"I'm always ready, Wraith. It is whether you are ready, that I am questioning. Such a hot planet is not exactly the optimal place to learn to challenge fire. But so, we go."

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

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[member="Malachite Avachei"]

Wraith smiled at the fox looking man and nodded.

"Let's go then!"

He gathered the force inside him, allowing the essence to carry him in it's arms. With a powerful leap he sailed off the plateau and down towards the camp below. The air rushed past and he fell farther and farther until at the last second both hands came to bear at the ground and he slowed his descent with a force push, sending him up and backwards.

Wraith landed square on his feet next to a tusken campfire. Two of the beats looked surprised to see him. For a second he stared them down, a slow growl forming in his throat.

They reached for their gadderfidi sticks and Wraith rose taking a squared stance with both hands raised in front of his chest...

"I think you may have something of mine, and I'd like it back......"

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I saw the guy leap off the plateau and I snorted. Not even kidding, I snorted. My eyes turned gold, as I summoned the energy needed to create the fire I envisioned. When I opened my arms, the fire flowed away from me into my favorite form: a pack of wolves. They howled and stamped, and flowed towards the Raiders. I laughed again, as the Raiders had a "what the fuck" moment when they saw the howling wave of flame. I grinned down at the rogue.

"I do believe the Tusken Raiders are about to discover the flammability of the wonderful cloth robes they wear."

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

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[member="Malachite Avachei"]

As the flaming wolves fell upo the first two tukens and savaged them Wraith rasied an eyebrow. That was powerful use of the force, something he would very much like to master. Given that he was relatively new to the more subtle enhancements he stuck with what he knew for now.

Tusken began to come out of the tents, and they were angry. As ten more appeared it became apparent that it was going to be a battle of epic proportions. Wraith slide in back to back with the flame sorceror as they closed in around them, swords and gadderfiddi swinging.

"I think we may have made the angry."

They sprang the trap two tuskens roaring and swinging at Wraith from each side, one trying to brain him and the other break his leg. The Dark jedi sage tracked both strikes, and time seemed to slow down as his focus honed oin.

He came up into the air, and launched his booted foot into the skull of the first tusken. The kick aided by the force cracked his skull and collapsed it under the pressure. As he came down Wraith turned in midair, creating a massive fist with both hands fingers interlocked. He whirled a 180 turn in place, robes flowing behind him like a tail of doom.

The fist hit the second tusken in the back and he arced his back in pain, spine severed. As he fell wraith struck again, bringing an elbow down square on his head, augmenting it with another force push. The neck snapped and he turned back again, now in a cyclic rhythm, grabbing another tusken by his weapon....

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

I grinned like... well, like a fox, and drew my long hunting knife, as well as one I reserved for throwing. I dodged the idiot who tried to brain me, and he got the knife in his chest, almost to the hilt. I tossed the throwing knife at the guy who was trying to gut the kid, and it hit the guy's shoulder with a satisfying whack.

"Bring it, you dust-eating motherfuckers."

[member="Wraith Draigar"]

 

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[member="Malachite Avachei"]

From the corner of the camp there was aloud cry and Wraith turned to see what the commotion was. His hand locked around the gadderfiddi he trying to grab and he pulled twisting at the same time. The tusken gave a cry of pain as he was pulled in close towraith and let go of the stick. Wraith used hi moementum to shove him to the ground and bring a botted foot down on his back. The air went from his lungs and the dark jedi monk knelt down and cracked his neck with his hands.

The sound came again ad he looked up to behold a massive tusken. It was on the back of a bantha and it was huge. Sporting a large blaster of sorts.

"Looks like their chieftan came to play!"

This would not be an easy battle. Wraith decided it was time to attempt the foxs technique although on a lesser level as he was not skilled at it.

With his hands he reached out to the flames by the campfire and began to pull them in. It failed as they came and then dissipated in his grasp. With a renewed fury he reached again, this time using the darker side of his soul to grab and manipulate them. They came into his palm and both hands worked in a circle swirling the fire until it became a small fireball around his fists.

Now he struck, flaming fist flying through the air and moving towards the bantha, striking its flank with a one two jab combination and searing it's flesh.

 

[Xavier Vi'dreya]

Sand, he hated sand, he hated this planet, he hated it all. But Tatooine had one thing he required, people to kill who no one would miss, Tuskens. Live fire training in a sense, which he'd need as he came for the Omega Protectorate mercenaries who'd destroyed his everything, broken her down so that she blamed him. He would have his revenge. Once upon a time, back when his hair was neat, and his mind was intact, order and power had been his goal, now he was just some feral beast hellbent on destroying the lives of those who'd crushed his dream, and his love. She wasn't anymore, no he'd killed her, she was with her family, safe, unlike the tuskens here.

Coming in from the rear of the camp, opposite the two others present, the hooded acolyte's eyes locked onto the closest living thing. Reaching out he grasped the female tusken with a telekinetic grip and squeezed until he heard the pop of her neck breaking and her body went limp. As the body collapsed into the sand he proceeded forward, tossing a flame grenade into the tent beside him, setting it ablaze.

The screams pierced the air, instantly a male charged him, gaffi swinging for Xavier's head. Instantly his lightsaber came to life, swiping upward and cutting the club end of the stick clean off. As the tusken came around with the other end, he'd already closed the gap, and Xavier had run the golden blade through the abomination's chest. Spinning around, cutting through the rest of the now decesed fighter's chest and slashed the head of another clean off. The wind from the spin blew his hood down, leaving the Umbaran's face exposed to the world as the adolescent tusken who'd tried to avenge his elder collapsed.

[member="Wraith Draigar"] [member="Malachite Avachei"]

 

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[member="Malachite Avachei"] [member="Xavier Vi'dreya"]

It was in the heat of battle that Wraith felt another presence. A darker persence than even his. Darkness was good for him in the battle and he fed of the anger and pain in the newcomers soul. Then he fed upon the pain of the bantha as he struck it with flaming fists and it roared in fury.

The tusken chief swung his massive scythe like blade, but Wraith was quicker, moving behind the bantha and avoiding the blade he smashed the banthas rear end and moved again as the chieftan forced the bantha to turn. This time he caught the chieftains leg and the banthas side with a right hook and straight jab. Fire began to catch on the fabric of the saddle and he back up as the flames fanned.

More tuskens were pouring in from all directions. There were hundred of them and Wraith knew he didn't have time to fight them all.

"We have to take some of them out quicker than this!" He roared above the mad tuskens tribes wails.
They charged in and he spun again, dodging gadder sticks and blades in a weaving circular motion familiar to soresu.