The Meek shall inherit the Earth. (Open to OS and Allies, others can PM for invite)

[Mythos]

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The clash of the gungans behind them seemed to die down as their fight got more and more intense. Mythos was impressed by the ability of the kaleesh to adapt and to endure a clash of blades with him, not many if any acolyte in the face of the galaxy could step in the arena with Mythos who was considered a master of lightsaber combat. Yet the kaleesh now made a critical mistake, he got in close...

He was able to throw Mythos off Niman with his unpredictable back step during the X chop, which reminded him of when his master Ophidia beat him decisively with no lightsabers, yet after some exchanges Mythos was able to force her to unleash her makashi on him... to devastating effect. Mythos came crashing in on the general of Atrisia seeking to close the distance and make large swipes and big movements impossible and bringing the axe to his back ready for a downward chop. Mythos felt the searing pain in his arm as he came rushing forward, the kaleesh' pointed lightsaber slicing indiscriminately through his exposed flesh yet Mythos did not mind taking the hit.... he was ending this fight now. "Impressive"

Using the power of the axe and the momentum of the swing he brought the hilt of the axe to the temple of the kaleesh' head. He was careful not to execute a downward slice that would kill the general and split him in two, instead a strike with the hilt of the axe that would knock him out without harming him permanently. "But not good enough"

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

She ate the crackers, and the soup the Izumi brought all the while the eyes of the older woman swept over Ren taking in the blush of her cheeks, the clearness of her eyes, and the luminescence of her skin. In Izumi’s eyes there was no doubt of the causes to Ren’s appearance, but how long would it take for the woman herself to understand why she felt the way she did.

Ren could feel Izumi looking at her the woman’s thoughts were unbarred her emotions like cherries in the room to be plucked from the trees ripe, and sweet. Ren looked again, her mouth dropped open forming the perfect O and she began to laugh.

“Do you really think so?” She asked Izumi?

The older woman had learned to accept that Ren was gifted and often felt the emotions and thoughts of those around her. A weathered hand reached over and touched the arm of Ren the touch soft and gentle as any mother’s touch, “I believe this so, can you not tell?”

Ren knew life sense but to sense life within life she had never tried nor even thought of. Placing her below her navel she closed her eyes there as if leaping with joy the steady sounds of a heart excited to becoming into the world.

Ren opened her eyes, “This is great news to share with Lord Mythos”

Ren looked at her soup again, “We must prepare the Tenno a grand feast of all his favorites so that I can tell him this news” Then the two began to prepare.

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