The Lustful Twi'lek (Nightclub RP)

[Gorba the Hutt]

A snarl contorted the noble features of Tobias Cross, the Firrereon lashed out again, golden whip a vibrant, blinding length of light. He sensed the Dark in the Zabrak whose spoken words seemed far too filled by an ulterior meaning. The Zabrak would be purged. Tobias carried not the olive branch which promised redemption. He bore only the noose of judgement.

"The noxious fumes of Dark Side's wretched putridity do waft from thee, ignoble cur," Tobias spat. "Come hither and I shall tear thy blackened soul from rotten cadaver and toss it into the flames of Horr."

With the blinding speed of a body enhanced by the Force, Tobias lashed out with his whip. The curling, yellow tendril sizzled toward [member="Maleus"]' face.

 

[Maleus]

These whelps were far too tied into superficial observations. The crackling whip that flew towards was symbolic in his eyes. It showed the ferocity of these would be guardians of peace, the very people who gave gave oaths to protect were obscured by their desire to rid the world of their enemy. The flames of death were stoked not only by the Sith, but by the provocation of people like this.

This demanded a reply, but not of violence. A precursor of precognition appeared in his minds eye, the trajectory of the blow was lashed to cleave him in half. Using the controlled rage that he refined under the tutelage of his master he lunged out of the way. The scant reminder of his speed were the brazen after-images which clawed through the air. On his descent his plated boots clashed on the edge on a nearby table.
"The audacity... Assaulting me in a public place with innocent men and women about. Would you threaten their lives to see your conquest of blood achieved? I see you have not only willed the walls of the blood of your enemies, but also the people who you've sworn to protect. Hypocrisy desecrates any vestigial amounts of honor you think you can obtain from killing any creature that you do not approve of.. You wish to fight, I do not. Stay your hand and when the authorities arrive, I shall tell them this was a misunderstanding. Lest this scuffle attracts unwanted attention that even my powers would be unable to save you from."

Tobias Cross

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"IT IS THEE WHO FLIES FROM THE FIGHT AND THUS DOTH RENDERS THE INNOCENTS TO HARM!" Bellowed Tobias.

The table which Maleus had been sitting at was cloven in half by the dolorous stroke of the lightwhip. The burning edges collapsed inward, smoke curling from charred metal. Tobias drew the whip back, preparing for another lashing even as he didst rend the man with his words.

"I bid thee to cease thy movements," he panted, "and let me cleave thee in twain. Render yourself up for the judgement of your crimes, accursed acolyte of Bogan and none else need die! Though those who perish this day shall assuredly be but more blood upon thy hands. Pray, stand fast and loose your grip upon this mortal coil!"

The golden lightwhip surged through the air again, heading to ensnare [member="Maleus"]' legs and mayhap cut them off.

 

[Maleus]

The ensnaring lasso singed the table beneath his feet causing debris to be ripped asunder in a vortex of flame. The illumination the fire provided caused his sulfuric irises to shimmer in indignation.
His spiraling cloak fluttered through the air as he caught his fall only to be met with yet another attack. "And what crimes am I guilty of, vain one?" His gloved palm opened towards the floor, a repulsive force snapped the floor boards, but it also serve to absolve him of injury for the over-all force was enough to repel the encroaching whip.

With his other free hand he sought to seize the Templar's throat via the force. "You who bear tokens of opulence. You who sit on a dais forged out of gold. You're the product circumstance! HAD YOU BORN LIKE ME YOU WOULD KNOW! YOU"VE HAD EVERYTHING THING YOU'RE ENTIRE LIFE. YOU DO NOT KNOW STRIFE! THAT IS FINE, I WILL SHOW YOU!"
A dark curtain was drawn over his eyes. It was cold, it was lifeless, it was rage . ​I've waited for this day... The day you would call me again... That's right... Show them what you are... And what you've been from the start... A monster... They wish to snuff your life force out, blow the proverbial flame out of the candle... But they are weak.. They do not know what we are.... Break the bindings..
"AHHH!!!!!" His rippling voice was the manifestation of emotion, but it's calling remained ambiguous as if it harbored confusion.. The daggers his voice provided cut through the awkward silence allowing his pain to be shared among the patrons... The tables shook with vigor as the vibrations collided into it's surface. Glasses containing drink were obliterated as the decibels needed to do so exceeded it's threshold.


Tobias Cross

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"URRK!" squelched the choking Templar, his throat seized in a vicegrip that sought to squeeze the life from him. Darkness closed around the edges of his vision, an ever tightening tunnel that would slowly take him to the long sleep. Caught hapless by the resourceful Zabrak, Tobias loosed his arsenal upon the Darkfriend.

He pointed splayed fingers at the Zabrak, who so engrossed in his speech as well as choking the Templar wouldst likely not be able to effectively counter the sudden bolts of green lightning which leapt from Cross' fingertips. The Electric Judgement sizzled down upon the Zabrak, capable of knocking him unconscious or at the very least ending the chokehold he had over Tobias.

[member="Maleus"]

 

[Maleus]

Green lightning sprayed from the ends of the Templar's finger-tips. Maleus had made his first mistake, he allowed his focus to wander, and as such he would pay, dearly. The claws of light pierced his being, his hold on his opponents neck was relinquished as the energy of his attack coalesced into a singularity, that being his heart. For it was not organic, and any sort of attack on that magnitude would force that energy to allocate there.. The core of his chest was aglow with a collection of hues, the green and blue intermixed to form a white light... Gone was the world as he crashed onto the floor. As if recognizing this, his body commenced to spasm as his artificial heart worked to preserve his life-force by sending a voltage throughout his being. But perhaps it would be vain, for it seemed this arbitrator demanded death. ]
Tobias Cross

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Sweet relief swept through Tobias and he gloriously inhaled air through a functioning throat. Cobalt blue eyes turned to the body of the Zabrak on the floor, which shuddered and contorted beneath Cross' green tendrils of lightning. So wouldst all beings of darkness suffer before their end.

Patrons of the ignoble establishment began to flee, tripping over one another in their haste to escape becoming collateral in a fight between to Force Users. They screamed and ran and trampled. Tobias ignored them. The foolish masses were easily manipulated into bringing out the worst in the natures of all beings. He believed the cause of that evil to be the Dark, Bogan, which was glorified by creatures like this Zabrak.

His electric judgement continued unabated, he wanted to see the monster suffer!

[member="Maleus"]

 

[Maleus]

A stream of lightning coiled onto his person yet again, a continuous river of power seeped into his muscles, seizing his essence. His vitality drained, his consciousness brimmed in the seemingly indefinite darkness, he drowned within his own defeat. His robotic heart brimmed on the end of destruction, his muscle fibers tore... He would know suffering, only this was not something that was new....
His master who had given him this heart ripped his two beating one's from his chest for his failure, much like this one... He stood clad in his dark robes, visible lines of disgust wore on his lips... He had fallen to Hasjo miserably, in the attempt to escape his fate he tried to to take his own life, to no avail. But this, this was indeed new, for this man seemed to harbor malevolence himself. He could have easily finished Maleus off, but instead he chose to partake in his torture.. This wasn't a contest of wills, this wasn't him attempting to administer justice.. This is the same tactic the Sith employed... And it would seem he would meet his end...

Only, through finite darkness he awoke to feel the intense burning... He should be in fear, fear for his life, for it seemed as if he would perish... But instead, he felt loathing, outright hatred... One that had been mastered under the guise of his master, he would make one more move to preserve his life.. After that, if he failed, his life would be forfeit.

His hand wavered towards Tobias once more, but this embrace was not suited to strangle, no it was suited to crush... He wished to extend the forces that be onto this crusader... His desperate attempt would be directed towards his opponents face. His eyes, his nose, anything that could be drawn in by the condensed chasm of force.
Tobias Cross

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Every living being has a Force Aura which surrounds them. In most, the aura is insignificant. Non-force users have a negligible aura, but the midichlorians, at least in some small amount, are still present. Yet, in those who can wield the Force the aura is greater and far more tangible. In the case of telekinesis, the aura acts as a shield of sort. People can be thrown about, choked, but crushing body parts is an entirely different story. A master would, with some small effort, be able to theoretically stop the heart of a padawan. In the same way, a knight would likely be able to, but with much more effort. However, if a knight attempted the same upon a master the result would be negligible as the master's Force Aura is stronger than the knight's attack. Yet, if one was to take two opponents of equal power in the Force, the power which one would have to expend in order to break the Force Aura of his opponent would be substantial, yet it could still be done, perhaps... in time.

Time was not a luxury afforded to [member="Maleus"].

Tobias Cross could feel the pressure upon his nose and eyes, building with an increasing amount of tension, but his eyes nor his nose burst nor shattered. Not yet, leastways. Maleus would have had to be in a far better condition and have a substantial amount of time in order to crush Tobias' face in full. Even so, Cross felt his nose begin to crumple. Blood ran in rivers from both nostrils, pattering against the floor like raindrops. The Templar Knight gritted his teeth and bit out in savage tones,

"Receive anon thy judgement, mongrel of the Dark!"

The white cloak swirled around Tobias, revealing the glint of gold armor beneath as he brought up his light whip, one hand maintaining the lightning, while the other whipped down the lash of yellow plasma toward his foe.

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian tilted his head gently as his red slowly drifted through the darkness. A malicious pulse of energy resonated around the young zabrak as his red, blood-soaked skin flickered within the disoriented lights that surrounded his waking presence. His right hand slowly left the basis of his pockets as his eyes quickly rested upon the everlasting battle that had begun to expand before his very eyes. Yet again, what a surprise. His brother was involved.

Dovian allowed a ominous smile to emerge upon the tip of his lips. His dark, black markings defining his stature along with his body itself. His deep brown robes flickered in the brittle air as the tension sank in. His right arm quickly flicked dramatically, a sudden pulse of malevolent energy surrounding his palm violently. His left hand followed the exact motion, allowing a distinct motion to become evident.

From withing the dark reaches of the surrounding area, Dovian sent his palms forwards, allowing the full atmosphere to split violently as a ripple of energy collided onwards, aiming to strike [member="Tobias Cross"] and in the process, save [member="Maleus"] from his evident doom. It was a pity really. He would love to see Maleus brought down to his knees. He would love to see his brother beg for mercy. However, that was his own duty. He didn't need anyone else lessening the victory he would soon earn.

 

[Zion Krayt]

By the time the Jedi Knight had entered the nightclub and saw the combat unfolding between [member="Tobias Cross"] and [member="Maleus"], he was only so curious as to what was happening. But he wasn't about to throw himself into the middle of a brawl, even if they were both force users, to find out what the problem was.

He was garbed and ready to fight if he needed to, but he still didn't want to join just yet. But when he saw [member="Dovian"] preparing his attack, and he realized that the two Zabraks were Sith, well, that changed everything.

Not really.

Just a bit.

His hands clenched on either side, and his two gauntlets ejected two phrik knives each, at that point, both of his wrists were flecked violently towards Dovian, and the knives blasted across the room, faster than the eye could track and were moving to hit Dovian. They weren't fatal strikes, only attacks that would wound and put the Zabrak out of the fight until the authorities came. One to the ribs, the other just above the heart. Certainly enough to stop your enemy, right?

Though if they did hit, they'd probably kill him just based upon the speed they were going, and if they hit him, he'd go flying if they were both solid hits.

 

[Darth Ferus]

@Maleus @Zaren Bouqi [member="Tobias Cross"] [member="Dovian"]

Ferus found himself once more saving his apprentices. Once more catching them in the middle of a fight. This is how it was, after all he had always put a tail on them. He couldn't just let them go without some kind of protection.

Now, he came into the room, the Force swirling around his form in a violent sort of wind storm. Only, it was telekinesis. He bent the Force to his will and sent a blast to knock back each and every single one of the knights and the acolyte, a large frown on his face. Once before he had to do this. This was just another time, and it certainly wouldn't be an issue. He'd pull through the Force shortly after, pulling both of the Sith to his side.

"We're leaving."

 

[Maleus]

His smoking body lay riddled with injuries, the kinetic rippling his master conjured seemed to topple over everything in the room. His body which would have faced inevitable death coiled to life, as he felt his masters presence grasp at the back of his consciousness. His words were absolute, using his own power to leash himself upright, he'd look to his brother and back to his master... Quickly he flew into his masters embrace. They would move to make their escape.
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Tobias Cross"]
Zaren Bouqi

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Two blasts of energy, almost simultaneous in their arrival, knocked Tobias off his feet and sent him sprawling onto the ground. He arose a second later, a scowl defiling his noble features. His long, blond hair hung tangled and sweaty with exertion. Blood from his nose had spattered upon the front of his robe, leaving small crimson spots. Tobias glanced from the spots to the new Dark Siders who had entered the room.

"Now look what thou hast done, 'twill take an age to rid my cloak of these stains," the man appeared genuinely upset. Without further comment, he attacked the foremost of the wicked beings, all of whom were Zabraks. What a vile race, thought Tobias. He contemplated ridding the galaxy of such creatures and decided it would be best to thoroughly rid the galaxy of such a degenerate species. An action for another time, perhaps.

He glimpsed another follower of the light, who also attacked the Dark Siders. Tobias gave him a curt nod, then returned to ridding the galaxy of horned monsters.

Tobias raised his fingers toward [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Dovian"], and [member="Maleus"] who were all now in delightfully close proximity. He unleashed a fountain of verdant energy, hissing, crackling tendrils of Electric Judgement assailed all three of the foul creatures. Tobias hoped to stop the hearts of all three, or at least send them into a state of unconsciousness.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Electronic judgement wasn't a killing move. It did not do anything to the user but drain their energy.

But it was the Force. And like anything else Force, it could be deflected. A single hand of the Sith would raise, but not to deflect. Tutaminis would be utilized, absorbing the lesser Knights energy. And converting it into his own. Another blast would send out for [member="Tobias Cross"] , this time far from being controlled. With both [member="Maleus"] and [member="Dovian"] beside him the 'Saint' and [member="Zaren Bouqi"] would find themselves met with the destructive force of Force Destruction.

The room, faced with such destructive force, would be shredded apart, ripped to peaces as the Darth let loose. Then, he would turn, bringing both of his apprentices to his own ship and once more leaving the planet.

 

[Zion Krayt]

He didn't even return a nod to [member="Tobias Cross"], he was fascinated by his usage of Electric Judgement. Zaren was capable of using it as well, but it drained his energy quite a bit, and he only used it as a last bid to escape from enemies. He had used the ability once to counteract an attack of Force lightning once before, but he had fallen unconscious after that had happened.

This user was capable of throwing it around without a second thought, once they were done here, he was going to have to speak with the man. But it seemed like that was going to happen when the Force destruction started consuming the room, destroying everything in it's path.

The Jedi Knight already was spinning to the closest wall, and he released a force push into it, only to weaken the wall and cracks spread through it. The Jedi Knight and Protector of Tython started charging straight towards the wall, and released another force push into it just as he rammed into it, his phrik armour absorbing most of the damage, though it did hurt underneath and he was sure he received bruising, but he appeared on the other side of the wall despite that.

He could only hope the other follower of the Light Side came along.

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Maleus"]
[member="Dovian"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

A newly mastered persona did not exactly have the ability to shred a room to pieces. The wave of Dark Side energy hurtled toward Tobias and the "paragon" of light and virtue deftly dodged.

Which is not to say he merely evaded the attack in the way a godawan would. No, he merely utilized his premier ability of precognition to listen to the urging of the Force, which told him that now would be a good time to move. Couple this with his significant prowess at Force Speed and the Knight Errant's getaway was not so difficult to understand.

He dived to one side, body enhanced to a speed that wouldst once have certainly elicited a "Most impressive," from the vile Vader. The Dark Side's defilement didst nearly catch him, sundering the trailing white cloak and tearing off an edge of it.

The Knight would not be denied his victory over the Dark. "I am the Heart of the Force," the ancient code ran through his head, "I am the revealing Fire of Light."

With his speed vastly enhanced by the Force, the Knight tailed after the fleeing Sith. His lightwhip lashed out, sweeping low as he aimed to cut off the legs of all three Zabraks with that tendril of yellow flame.

[member="Maleus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Dovian"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Lightwhips. Flexable things, those. But easily affected by shifts in movement. It was a rope. Ferus, while a new master, was a master of Telekenisis. His destruction did indeed tear apart the bar apart, and [member="Tobias Cross"] was going to see how outclassed he was by Darth Ferus.

Well, not really. Rather, another blast of the Force would simply knock the whip away, and the three would enter the ship that happened to be right there. Afterall, this was what Ferus did when it came to his apprentices. No wasting time. The 'Saint' would only be met with laser fire before the ship itself took off, leaving the planet all together.

Ferus had more important things to do. Like lecture [member="Dovian"] and [member="Maleus"] to not go to a planet filled with those who would kill you without the slightest bit of hesitation. Cause Darkside taint and all that.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The Knight watched the godmodder fly away in his magic ship, not worth the typing it would take to file a report.

 

[Zion Krayt]

The Jedi Knight soon re-entered the Nightclub from the hole he had created and looked over at [member="Tobias Cross"]. The one who had been utilizing electric judgement. He amazed Zaren, and he would try and find out where this man came from. It was essential.

"You are quite powerful within the Force." He greeted when he had come within a meter of the man, and from the corner of his eye when he spotted his glinting phrik knives, he called them to him through the Force and guided them back into his gauntlet's compartments to store them.

"How did you get into a fight with those Dark Siders?"