The silence that loomed over the two of them turned the once simple entrance room, into a cage. They were different in every way, at least from an outsiders point of view. Jedi and Sith were painted differently way before either of their conception, still they stood opposed of one another. It was a magnificent thing, fate. Without the driving forces of the living force, none of it would be possible. If the force had left this world, maybe they would be standing on the same side of things. Despite such 'what ifs,' Orion was part of the Empire's cause. Some may have seen him as a bland follower, but really, nothing meant more to him than the main root of it all, understanding more and more of the darkside of the force. He was adept at many things, but even the most powerful of sith took the powers granted to them through the force for granted. Orion was a man of patience and precision. Everything had to be analyzed and once it was fully understood, Orion would perfect it. Combat, was becoming more and more graceful as he continued to train. Surely, the worthless Mirialan Jedi would quickly find out. Just because she may have been more versed in her arts of the lightside of the force, didn't mean he would be dealt with easily.
Orion's dead stare shifted to the buzzing whirl that slipped into the frame of the doorway. A drone hovered just above the Jedi's shoulder. Its gunmetal hue told Orion it was durable. Most of all the tiny attachments along the sides and front spoke volumes of its firepower. Another threat, was added to the mix. However, no machine was going to take Orion down. He hated them, including droids. The winding noise and metallic echoes that were spoken from their mouths made him sick. On top of that they were unreliable in several cases, one wire or decent hacker and the plan was foiled for the automaton. Luckily, for the drone Orion was no expert. He simply dabbled in the studies of slicing and hacking into computer based systems. His specialty, was wiring. Orion had a special ability to disarm and dismantle anything with a wire attached to it. It came with time, but if the drone had a wire poking out in the back, Orion could prevent it from becoming a constant threat. If not, he would roll the dice.
As the drone continued to hover, it swayed left to right. The Jedi reached for her back and what emerged was a staff. A bright flow of plasma manifested from the top of the staff. She shifted the staff in front of her. Her threatening stance caused Orion to tilt his head gently to the right. His eyes examined the steady flow spouting from the Jedi's choice of weaponry. It was a unique piece of work. The intricate traces of her lengthy base showed artistry. While Orion appreciated such small things, he knew this meant one thing, the Jedi would fight. Orion cared little for introductions and before he went to brace his second saber, words spat from the rats mouth.
"I thought sith were supposed to believe in power and strength? Seems like a child could've severed an unarmed woman's limb off. You do not want to face me. I'd suggest you leave. Now."
Orion sneered, the Mirialan thought words would get her victory. She was wrong, worse even, she was blind to the false ways of the Jedi. He wondered if her resolve in their ways was sound. If words were going to be her tactic before combat, so would his. In light of her persuasion, Orion stood strong. Her suggestions were tossed aside and he refused to leave without destroying her resolve. Orion's head snapped back to its center, his shoulders rotating backwards as the poisonous words slithered out.
"What you fail to see here, like all Jedi. Is that power and strength are not the only things the Sith stand for. That nurse is in pain because of you, are you not aware that your actions have consequences? You caused the loss of her limb, if I had it my way, it would have been less of a lost limb and an abrupt picture of blackness. Death, Jedi. It's what sets you all free does it not? I was merely trying to exercise it for you. These people, why protect them? You would rather die for their indignified existence? It's this weakness, that must be wiped from our lives." Orion said, coldly.
His mouth parted under his mask, only to take a moment to realize the sound of alarms in the distance. The medvacs were already en route. Time was against him. He had to act quickly and sufficiently. Slowly, his right hand slipped into the darkness of his cloak. A bland silver hilt tightly held as his long gloved fingers wrapped around it. It was an old saber, from the Valis worshipers in the Galdua Ruins. Nothing about it was special, besides its color. As the saber activated a bright opaque beam of destruction hummed to life.
"On the contrary, I would love to face you. I'm the antidote to your blinding ways. May the fires of the night show you the truth, Jedi."
Orion darted forward, waiting for the drone to fire upon approach but nothing came. His white saber swiped wide just before vertically slicing upwards as he ducked. A lower center would force her to attack downwards, forcing her to open up at head level. The numbers in his head churned, the steady beat pounding in his heart.
One, two. One, two. Three, four, five, six. One, two. One, two.
The gap was closed as his saber thrummed higher and higher towards the staff's mid section. In the heat of his own action, Orion's eyes danced back and forth from the Jedi to the drone. Whichever retaliated first, Orion would adjust. There was only one thing he wanted.
To play a symphony of hopeless screams.
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