The Final Duel

[GhostOfProtocol]

Utapu.

It all began here, unbeknownst to Colt. Colt would have no idea that it was on Utapu he scored his first victory over the Jedi. Colt wouldn't ever know that he'd had a life before becoming a Sith. He cursed whoever caused him to fall from that cliff, he cursed whatever happened to him. He'd vacated his home months before, angry at himself for being worthless.

He'd tracked the Jedi to Utapu. Two Jedi had been causing problems to him, and Colt recognized that it was time to take them out, remove them from the scene. His fingers traced the mask on his face slowly, a dull grunt from the faceless one. He stroked the sword at his side, as well as the lightsaber at his other side. He was watching the two Jedi from a distance, following them.

Utapu, a place with plenty of open space. He just needed to wait for the Jedi to get to open space.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

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[member="Darth Novus"] Ξ [member="Maxumus Corvus"]
Gear:
Sanya's mask
Royal circlet
Black rose trench coat
Timbre armor
Sanya's sabers - Sanya's saber stick

Sanya looked at maxumus walking taller and still smug in his pride. It had been a little over a week she last saw him. The ordeal of getting the crystals and making the sabers was a lot for him and she understood that. Now though, now was a good time to stock up on supplies. She rummaged through a bag that sat on her lower back pulling out credits as she walked up to a stall selling flavored drinks and water. "Two bottles of water please." She asked the vendor. "Four credits." The pau'an man said slowly. His eyes looked darker than the centre of a black hole and theeth that looked as if they weren't looked after. every visable tooth stained a dirty yellow. She passed the credits to the man and collected the two bottles. Sanya turned around walking with Maxumus again. "Here." She said passing the bottle. "We will need to go to the lower levels next to get some sullustan ash-rabbit it's really good when it's been roasted and full of protein. Trust me you'll need it."

She knew a high protein diet was important for physical training. That was going to be the focus for the upcoming weeks. The style of utapau was a rather unique one and held history for the Jedi. One of a victory and a dreaded time. "Maxumus tell me who led the two hundred and twelth attack battalion here? And what was their objective?" She asked him. This was old history for the Jedi and the fall of the last republic that gave birth to the galactic empire. She knew only a small portion but she had studied many battles from that time. The tactics used was outstanding during the clone wars. The many worlds that had been forced under the separatists rule had been liberated with only a small portion of the clones led by the Jedi.

Each step she took came with a thud from the metal boots yet drownded out by the crowds of people around. Yet she was still aware of it's presents like it sent ripples out. Although as they went further down there would become less and less people making it more noticeable by sound rather than feeling. Now though she could feel a different ripple. She turned her head to look behind her feeling an unnerving gaze on her back. If her face wasn't covered by the mask she wore Maxumus would see her face with a serious look one he'd yet to see. "Take a right here." She said without realizing how serious her voice had became. Sanya didn't want put her padawan on edge, at the same time was she in the wrong for not telling him something might be there when it could be nothing.

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Maxumus takes the bottle of water, slipping it into one of his coat pockets. "The 212th Attack Battalion... They were led by Jedi Master and General Obi-Wan Kenobi. Their mission here was to capture or kill General Grievous, who was leading the Separatist army at the time." The Galactic Republic of that time were not much different to the current one, though they were more inclined to win their wars than hold a stalemate.

Then he felt something, in the force itself. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew something was there. He did a quick turn, mask covering his face, but he saw no one who seemed like they'd cause harm. When his master told him to take a right, he did, and said nothing of what he believed to have felt.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The Sith Knight followed the pair, he followed them from the level above, praying for them to finally end up somewhere quiet. He wasn't one for civilian casualties, he hated killing people who were just innocent bystanders. Innocent bystanders could be useful sometimes, they could give useful information for example. Useful information was always important, useful information could help you find someone who deserved to die.

A Jedi, for example.

There was a small conference room to the left of the Jedi, and Novus knew this was his chance. He jumped down behind the two, sliding into the conference room quietly, projecting the force from his person, hoping that the two Jedi would sense him, would sense and follow him. They would follow him to their deaths, that was the hope anyway.

The conference room was quiet, a few chairs around a table with a window opening out into sinkhole. A number of platforms moved up and down outside, the perfect get away or the perfect attempt to carry on the battle to somewhere more open, much more open indeed.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Darth Novus"] Ξ [member="Maxumus Corvus"]

Her feline ears twitched into the direction of two light taps on the ground behind them. She reached down to her waist gripping the handle to the tool her sabers sat in. Her other fist clenched tight. Even her tail stood high flicking at the end. Then it hit her. The presents of those eyes pushed out it's dark aura making her certain they where been tracked. "You feel that right?" She asked maxumus as she turned around raising her right hand still griped on the saber stick. She began walking towards the now open door. Inside was dark and narrow, leading onto a room at the end. "Stay behind me and ready your sabers. If I tell you to run, you run. Understand?" Her voice remained serious and very dominant. But she needed her padawan to know they where in danger.

The front half of her saber shield ignited giving off a ice blue light illuminating the walls of the dark narrow corridor. Each of her steps was taken with care as she moved ever so slowly towards the room at the end. "Show your self." She spoke out loud scanning the surroundings and listening closely to any movements that wasn't hers or her padawans. She finally reached the door way to the room about to step inside.

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Maxumus nodded at the questions, looking round to see if anyone was in view. He then followed his master, staying behind her as she had commanded. He gripped both of his sabers, adjusting the length of the blades to suit the small rooms. "Come out come out where ever you are." He said quietly, keeping eyes and ears peeled.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

His red blade would light the room first, the simple sound of the blade making the only noise in the room. Novus didn't bother with the lights, he liked the mood the dark, it set the tone perfectly for the dark persona of himself. His mask gave off it's usual noise, attempting to induce pure fear into the two Jedi. The blinds behind Novus remained closed, again the lightsabers proving to be the only source of light in the room.

Novus was busy working, the force playing upon the male Jedi. Mind Control, a force power that would corrupt the mind for a short while, make you a puppet. Novus had never had Mind Control work upon a Jedi, but it was always worth a try, an extra puppet, an extra toy would be useful in this fight. This would be a fight to the death, he was a Sith. No-one let Sith walk away, to Jedi they were dangerous.

The Jedi were probably right.

"You have caused me a number of problems, Jedi"

Colt's left hand reached up slowly, caressing the mask over his face. His hood fell down, his cloak fell to the floor, the black robes on show. He allowed his hand to drop again, the tip of the lightsaber in his right hand making gentle cuts into the floor, passing off sparks.

"You have caused the Sith a number of problems"

He wasn't hidden, he didn't plan to be.

"As Judge, as Jury and as Executioner."

He readied himself for battle, praying and hoping the force control on the male had worked. If it had, the male would ready himself to attack his friend. If it hadn't, if it hadn't this fight got much more difficult.

"You will die"

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Darth Novus"] Ξ [member="Maxumus Corvus"]

Sanya's eyes looked onto the brightly glowing red blade following it up to see a figure of a man. Her shield would now ignite fully along with her sabers emitting two orange blades. She hoped maxumus would follow suit. "I can say the same about the Sith. Nothing more than a bunch of tyrants with to much power and nothing to show for it." She said in response moving closer into the room letting the Sith big himself up with words. "Unfortunately I've got to give you an ultimatum here. On one hand you can surrender now, be placed on trial for your crimes by a real judge and jury. Or continue to make matters worse for yourself." She had worked with enough Sith In her past to know the offer at first never works.

Slowly she began to take another step keeping her eyes on the Sith closely watching his movements. With the flick of her hand the blinds would open drawing light into the room. The noise that was been emitted by something in the room began to make her ears twitch slowly getting on her nerves. "So Sith what will it be surrender or demise?" as she said that her guard came up stood in a left fighting stance readying herself for the inevitably.

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Maxumus activated both his sabers upon seeing the crimson light. Walking behind his master, he looked carefully round the room. Then he felt it, a creeping feeling in his mind, as if it were being plucked in a mental orchestra. He shock his head, trying to clear his mind. Then the thought came, the want to strike down his master. One side of him agreed, while the other disapproved. "Master..." He said faintly, bringing both his sabers up so they crossed his body in a defensive manner.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Surrender has never been a talent of mine. Some people call me brash, others call me stupid. Myself, I like to think myself as violent, a spark in a larger fight"

Novus orbited his lightsaber slowly, pouncing into battle, using the table as some sort of platform to land on, the height advantage against the two Jedi. Sprinting across the table, he withdrew the sword from his side, duel wielding both blades. He stopped at the edge, swinging both blades towards the female Jedi. With all hope the male Jedi would also turn on his female friend, although if he didn't he would have the perfect chance to attack Novus, it might not catch him off guard, but it would very easily distract him.

[member="Maxumus Corvus"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Maxumus Corvus"] Ξ [member="Darth Novus"]

Sanya heard the faint word from maxumus almost drownded out from the hums of sabers. Hairs began to stand on end along the back of her neck. She could feel the conflict of her padawans mind fighting for control. "Stay with me maxumus." By this point the words spoken by the Sith fell upon ears that where not listening. In the corner of her eyes she saw the Sith charge towards her running over the table. By instinct her left arm raised upwards bashing the blade and saber away stopping the momentum in it's tracks. Her fingers would spread apart as her arm came down crushing the supports of the table.

Right now her focus was split between her padawans mind and the opponent in front. What ever he was suffering it was because of the corrupt soul that made a mistake. Neither of them knew the line she walked. Neither of them knew the extent she'd go to protect her padawan. Her sabers where an instruments of darkness they are her burden, a reminder of a past she never wants to return to. That simple reminder is what made her strong enough and wise enough to draw on the dark and light walking between it's lines. Its for that reason she is a weapon of the Jedi.

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Sanya's words were heard by Maxumus, though they were more like an echo on the wind within his mind. His brain fought for control against the creeping darkness that seemed to be infecting him. His breathing slowed, as if both sides of the internal conflict had reached a stalemate. He lifted his head, and turned to see the Sith striking down towards his master as she mounted her own defense. Maxumus would force jump over his master, his head just missing the ceiling. He'd land behind the Sith and stab towards them with his left hand saber, keeping the right hand one near his body as a defensive measure.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Anxiety is killing me, sorry for the wait. Posting will be on and off for a while

The mask was annoying him, the same noise constantly. If it was annoying him, it was clearly annoying the Jedi. He was feeling out in the force however, trying to distract himself, fight for control of the male Jedi. He wasn't weak minded, not like he was used to. The internal struggle was horrid, even if the Jedi didn't know it. He could just submit, but instead he chose to keep fighting the force. It was slightly annoying.

He brought his blade behind him quickly, parrying the blade from the Male, attempting to disarm him. He felt the table falling below him at the same time, and the moment he'd finished with the Male he would leap into the air, attempting to land behind the two Jedi, attacking the female, clearly the powerful one, from behind.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Maxumus Corvus"] Ξ [member="Darth Novus"]

Sanya saw maxumus land behind the Sith throwing in his first attack. Although was quickly blocked and the Sith had leaped over her taking her padawans previous place. In quick motion she'd turn for the crimson blade the scrape the left side of her armor. the saber shield would unignight as she took a step closer bringing his hand parallel with her waist. Maneuvering her arm under his and pushing her elbow into his chest, she'd place her foot behind the siths leaning into her movements.


Ooc

Spoiler

Feel bad for the move I made so to use it against me, use my own momentum to pull me down. Also sorry for a short post normally like to flesh it out a little.

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Maxumus had found himself now behind his master once more, and the Sith was now locked in a conflict with her once more. Strike her down Rang through his mind. He moved forward slightly, and sent a slash towards his master back, using his right hand saber to deliver the blow. Though his movement was slow and clumsy as his conscious tried to override the order.

[member="Darth Novus"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The Jedi didn't think her attack through, she left herself open to the attack from behind but also she left herself open to the attack from Novus. He gripped her arm quickly, holding her in place as the male made his attack. He would kick her back towards her friend, orbiting his blade in his hand. He was enjoying this, the Jedi was finally submitting to his control and was finally listening to his mind orders.

"Good, good. You are finally learning to give into your hate my young friend"

He was taunting the male, he was poking him. He wanted him to express his anger, express his hate. It would make his mind control so much easier if he already had the emotions there, Novus would just have to manipulate them, manipulate them with memories of his friend, his female friend, the powerful Jedi.

"Finally you are accepting that you are not the weak one, that you have power. Strike your friend down and join me, you know you want to"

He was twisting the emotions of the male, trying to confuse him. He would have no idea what to choose, that was the hope anyway.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Darth Novus"] Ξ [member="Maxumus Corvus"]

She felt the slash across her back narrowly missing her black silky tail from her own padawan. The jolt from the hit knocked her off stance leading her to be knocked back by the Sith. Right now she'd have to assume maxumus was been manipulated. Tapping into her padawans mine she could feel the presence of the siths in his. "There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no chaos, there is harmony. Focus on these words focus on my voice. Let it lead you to the light and reject the dark." She spoke to him in his own head. Not something she liked to do but it had to be done.

Gaining her stance back she'd take out one of her sabers from the tool then the other. The saber stick would be back on her hip while the Sith spoke his words. "He knows full well he isn't weak." That moment her orange eyes would begin to glow. Her slit pupils looked more like thin lines. "But I will say up until now I've slacked my ability to work out your style. Your technique is sloppy I have to admit. It disappoints me." The room would begin to vibrate and the window cracked. "Lets see how well you fight falling." Pulling the Sith towards her with the force, her arms would wrap around his waist as she jumped back with the aid of the jetpack and boots.

The glass shattered around them falling at the same speed they where. Releasing her grip around him she'd jab into his left side using the hilt of her saber as a knuckle duster. Tucking her knees up between them she'd kick him away during their decent. Below them Hung a large platform more open than a room with little movement space. Once more the jets in her boots would burst out it's blue coned flame slowing her down before her impact with the floor still cracking around her. "WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN!" commenting on the open space with plenty of smaller platforms higher and lower. Scattered around them was lots of loose objects. Looking at him with a menacing smile both sabers would ignight it's orange blade's.

 

[Maxumus Corvus]

Both voices were like thunder in his mind, causing Maxumus to stumble backwards and onto one knee. He fought against the darkness, his master's voice shining a light into his inner self. By the time he'd regained his footing, both Sanya and the Dark Lord were flying out the window to whatever was below. His mind was clearer now, perhaps it was the distance between himself and the other two. He knew he had to follow, out the window to meet the two of them. He looks to the remains of the table, and reaches out with the force, lifting it into the air and launching it out the broken window. He'd then dive after it, falling quickly. As he approached the ground beneath, he'd activate the Jetpack attached to his back, slowing his descent. The table landed beneath him, smashing as it does.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Darth Novus"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He hit the ground hard, shock shooting up his spine, into his shoulders. He grunted, climbing up to his feet. He forgot about pain, a resource he could use, and he locked eyes with the female, a smile on his face under his mask. The crimson beam shot from his lightsaber, and he continued to jump his eyes between both Jedi. They were violent as a duo, although it was clear which one was the master. He span the blade in his hand, the red lighting his mask as it passed. He was looking forward to the next few moments, looking forward to what would happen next. He had a grip over the male, he just needed to push it.

He continued to twist the mind of the young male, order him to attack his friend, stand with the Sith. In the real world, Novus launched into battle again, a mix of Ataru and Djem-So on display as he brought the blade down in front of him in the falling avalanche, the female his target, the female right in front of him. He wanted to cut her down, hurt her and cause her pain she'd never felt before, as is the way of the darkside. With his free hand he reached out, lighting cracking across his fingers, arching out towards the male, hoping to slow him, confuse him and finally cause him some amazing pain, some amazing burns.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Maxumus Corvus"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Darth Novus"] Ξ [member="Maxumus Corvus"]

In the rush of adrenaline pumping through her everything seemed slower, more calm to a sense. Her ears twitched to each of the footsteps from the sith. The what seems slow moving lightning cracking and hissing as it moved through the air. Although the second his hand arched to make a blow things went back to real time. Her offhand came into block the strike hitting close to the hilt of the blade. Pushing it away to the side with a shove. Dropping down then rising up fast she'd leap over the sith, their heads centimetre appart. As she landed Sanya would jump backwards into the sith. Even with little momentum the weight of her armor would be enough.

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