Public Tyrant of Tatooine

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Sarla turned to Remy, a great smile replaced her grimace, she felt compelled to kiss Remy on the cheek. Her pledge to brave Chaos for her was so powerful, that she bow turned with resolve to Ra’vin.

“We will not run! We stand against you.”

Ra’vin stepped forward and removing a strange hilt, that had a lonf cord he ignited the whip which was purple, he then took his other hand and drew a shoto saber with his left hand.

“Goodbye Alice..”

With that he swung the whip, the gnarled energy flew over Sarla’a head, who dropped low and ignited her ruby blade and touched a part of it with her blade, the sound of crackling feeling the air. The Former Tsis’kaar got close, she crossed her blade with his shoto, which he pushed hed back, swung the whop around, it cut ends of her flowing hair off, leaving a burning smell, the whip then swung at Remy as well, its tip a string flowing around in rapid strikes like a cobra snapping and hissing.

Sarla regretted that she had bought Remy into this, she reached out for her hand to launch the Pureblood towards him as she provided a shield of saber parries.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

She stayed there for a moment as the whip came out... prepared for a fight when she held her sabers and the tonfa twisted in her hands. The twin blades gleaming as the solarite metal of jaffa and kree pulsed with the lightside of the force. It allowed her to move and focus it into a mental shield for herself as the whip came at her. One blade raising to go with the blade and she activated the containment emitter.. the draining switch designed into it so each strike to a lightsaber would pull at the power cell of the enemies if they made contact and would feed into her blades fusion shunts to supercharge the blades. She was moving with her footing and was launched into the air as she tucked her legs in and was using the tonfa with a spin as a shield. The twin blades becoming four blades as the main section of hilt activated a second set of blades that let her expand her saber shielding. Her eyes focusing on the masked man as her other arm pulled back and went for a strike letting the telescopic style of the sabers metal extend the section of tonfa like a pol to go for a surprise strike he might not see coming.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Ra’vin saw The Pureblood moving in for the strike, when with a poof of black and purple smoke he appeared behind Sarla and whipper her back, the cord bpade tore her flesh, and had he bore down, he could severe Spine, but he drew it back to leave but a molten mark as he moved in another puff at Remy, theusting his shoto at her coor bone, where the wound was, he felt the Light which made him move more aggressively on her.

Sarla gritted her teeth, the searing pain knocked the wind out if her, when she saw Ra’vin moving in Remy. She pressed passed her shock and leapt on his back, her blade she tried to dig in when his whip flurried behind, grabbing her ankle and burning it threw her off.

Ahe cried out,

“Remy! Remy!”

She was consumed with fear for her friend. She tried to rise, when she worried. Had he severed her foot, she applied done pressure. It was still there, she thanked the immortal gods by genuflecting. She rose back up and charged making a body spear of her blade,

“Ra’vin! You Farrik piece of Bantha Poodoo!”

She hoped the curses would draw his attention. She coukd not see Remy.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

THe movement was a mixture of expected and unexpected.. a lightwhip user made for poor close range fighting even with a shoto to defend so she was moving once she came back to touching the sand. Her senses telling her where he was as he attacked Sarla but then was coming back towards her. The perception of his movements slower for her while she moved bringing the tonfa up and around for the strike of the shoto. To deflect but also use the angle to push him back towards the charging Sarla on the edges of her perception. Her facial tendrils twitching in anticipation of the fight while the golden yellow rims of her eyes were watching the masked fighter.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Ra’vin met Remy, his blade oscillating as his whip flung over head, he was pushed back into Sarla who with two hands thrusted, he puffed into purple smoke and appeared at an angle, brandishing his whip at Sarla, it wrapping around her neck, he deactivating the energy field to make it a regular whip that he choked her with, then sweeping in air with the shoto he prepared to stab her in the chest.

Sara felt as if she was on a hanging tree, her white eyes trembling furiously as she saw Ra’vin lunge at her. The poor Zeltron could not cry out, the whip strangling all breath from her mouth. The only advantage was that Ra’vin was committed to this strike meaning he could not poof away, Sarla hoped Remy would take advantage of this split moment to deal a blow on this Arcane Sadist.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

She moved with the blade strikes and twisted to build some momentum his moving around was getting annoying but it was going to be what they had to deal with as a part of her wanted to rage about fighting with honor but he already showed little of it.. she wouldn't change his perspective now. ONce the whip was around Sarla's neck though she moved and slashed upwards frm the back trying for the most painful of strike as it would go up from behind and between his legs as another tonfa strike was coming from the side for his shoulder and arm that was holding the whip to try and go for some of it or get him away from Sarla.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Ra’vin had fallen for Sarla’s bluff. The Tonfas of Remy made their mark, one sweeping his leg and the other digging in his shoulder, he tried to poof but coukd not and fell to the side, his shoto only touching Sarla’s cheek. She pulled at the whip, trying to get the coil off, her gagging. Laying in sand, Ra’vin reached for the Light Whip hilt, trying to find the activation switch. Sarla panicked, she pulled at the cord, unable to speak.

Ra’vin fumbled, the hilt rolled away, as Sarla moved away, he was unable to rise from the wounds Remy had landed, ao he reached with The Force to draw the hilt whip to him, this tugged Sarla to the ground. She gasped as he fiddled with the chrome hilt.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

The blades dug in and she allowed a moment as he was falling over and Sarla was trying to get the whip off of herself. THe coiled lash around her neck before Remy kept her blade dug in and pushed it down further so the solarite was closer. THe hilts glowing blue gold light the closer it got to the darkside and she deactivated the one blade at the legs and put it on the small of his back letting go. The solarite designed and bonded to her sos he could lift it effortlessly but outside of her hand it was like lifting a mountain or trying to. Few could make the sabers the jedi designed for padawans able to budge. She was moving to try and get around to grab his arm with her legs while pushing the blade at the shoulder up and over more to disconnect it from the body given how dangerous he was proving to be with it.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Ra’vin felt the saber tofa dig in and then he was rolled and pinned by the legs of the Pureblood, making his grip on the Light Whip loosen, Sarla trying to unwrap it as Remy used her speciality sabers to keep the foe busy. The Dark Lady finally got free, and gasped, coughing as if her mouth had been plugged with coal. She then came to Ra’vin and took the whip and strung it around his neck and began to squeeze as Remy held him, Sarla’a eyes burned with a deep anger, she the grabbed the hilt that Ra’vin fingered for and she held uo the switch.

“Goodbye Ra’vin!”

With that she ignited the whip which immolated and it created a golden ring around his neck and with a jerk she pulled it ip, severing the head from the shoulders. His mask began to imllode, cracking and bending inward as purple gas flowed from his body into the air.

Sarla looked at Remy who had not only saved her life, but had wounded and pinned the enemy to achieve this victory. She offered her hand to grab the part of tofa to help her friend up.

“You sure you are only a Padawan? You fight like a Knight.”

Sarls smiled.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

The man was dead.. paart of her wanted to say they should have let him live but it was clear he wasn't planning to stop no matter what happened.. even stabbed he was still trying to kill which made the decision to not save him easier. She might not have killed him but she didn't have to save him either. She took the hand and looked at the the woman. "I am older then most padawans and survival does a lot for improving your skills compared to a temple classroom." She said it but was smiling and looking at her. Checking her neck a little where she had been caught and moving around to check her back where she had been attacked. "YOu are wounded." She moved and her hands deftly moved taking her top and tearing it to make strips that she could use to cover the lashes from the air and chance of wounds. With some water to clean it before she was putting them down.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Sarla stood over the skeleton of Ra’vin, when she heard his voice once more,

“They will never stop hunting you.. Alice.”

When Remy began to reply about being a Padawan, that she was older than most, Sarla smirked,

“Age is not a marker, many who are young already have that what they need and those who are are old may still need to return to first lessons.” The Sith Lady could not believe that she just spoke as some Sage Jedi, and yet she could not recant words of Truth.

So it was with her, she was a Sith Lord at a very young age, and though to become one had been as simple as slaying a Sith Master, her recieving the mantel was obtained altogether differently, through a furnace of eternity.

Remy tended to her wounds, taking clean water to purify the lashes she had, and then placing cloth gently to each. Sarla smiled at her friend as she applied the one to her back.

“I could not have done this without you Remy.”

She took her hand and arched it over her shoulder to squeeze The Pureblood’s if she was agreeable. They had done this together.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

She looked at her and debated what to say but won out with a bow of her head while looking down for a moment and standing behind the woman. "I should say he was beaten and didn't need to be killed but there is the practical approach that he wasn't going to stop and even if he had agreed he would have only just been lying." SHe finished applying the strips and nodded coming around to check the neck. "I promised to help you, it is what one should strive to do in need and the more we work together the more jedi like you are sounding.. maybe I am having a good influence on you." She said that with the hint of a smile on her lips though and slid a hand to her belt as she pulled out some fire starter and fuel tabs. "We should cremate the body."

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Sarla chuckled at the good influence remark. She had had plenty of bad influences as a Sith, and now she admitted it was refeeshing to have a different voice in her life. Remy was so calm, or so she seemed to her. Nothing seemed to rile her. Sarla was the opposite, her passionate nature made her prone to act on the energy of emotion. That was the Sith Way and yet it had not always served her. In truth it had often put her in peril.

Regarding cremating Ra’vin she nodded. As the fire was prepared, her eyes burned.

“I hope he burns in Chaos forever! That he never finds a means of escape!”

Her words were rather bitter, as to be expected from a scorned Dark Lady. The truth is she resented all her hunters, that they were determined to destroy her. Her mind refused to consider that Ra’vin was a puppet, like so many in the Sith, who followed orders like strings.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

She nodded to her as the fire was going and started walking away. Adjusting the speed to be careful in case the wrappings on the wounds came off from the movement or the heat... it shouldn't but there was always a chance as the mountains came into the distance again and then were there. The base of them going up higher and higher but she moved being able to weave through some of the rocks and find an elevated position that would let them look out and over. Still more climbing but it had been a long day and for the most part they were out of the way of possible predators. She was setting up a pit for the brazier to heat the food while clearing pebbles and dust for bedding as she laid it down. "Come, we'll double check the wounds and get you cleaned up. She reached into her pack and pulled out another slider of a top she put on to cover herself mionimally while her tonfa were set up near her.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

The trek up to the safety of the mountains was harder than Sarla let on. She was sore, and her wouhds burned. It was a relief when Remy set up the brazer and asked her to sit and redress the wounds. The Dark Lady removed her hood, her straight black hair falling at her ruby red neckline, two great earrings in the shape of rose pedals folded with golden dangling ends swated as she now was in ger bra and shorts. She closed her eyes for a moment, and took a breath. The journey over the desert plains and then Darth Ra’vin’s attack had drained her. She opened her milky eyes then fixed on the lapping flame, its warmth soothing. She leaned into Remy as she tended to the patch work of bandages. This was the third time The Pureblood was a healing hand that swabbed her wounds and administered what mending power she could.

“I envy the Jedi’s mastery of healing. Our draining powers suffices, but it depends on taking life to restore ours, and if there is nothing to draw upon, you perish.”

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

She gave her a nod of her head while checking the wounds. The strips had held but were dirty now while she pulled out some of the bacta patches. Then some water. Touching the red skin where it was welted and broken carefully as she applied the bacta strips so they would be able to not be a discomfort. Then slowly wrapping the strips of cloth over them as cover before she was turning around on the bedding and looking over the rest of her. "I don't recommend sleeping on your back when you rest... and you will need to eat lots of food. That will be one of the most important parts of the healing process as well." She said it and offered some of the food. "The ration packs are better, the jedi designed them to be much more healthy for recovery as well as flavor. No chalk paste but something actually good."

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Sarla felt the cool Becta on her wounds and let out a pleasurable moan. As Remy finished putting the bandages on, she thought of Anak and when his spine was torn apart. What she felt wax nothing compared to her pain.

At the advice that she not sleep on her back she nodded, she laid on her side, her hour glass figure finding comfort in the bedding as Remy gave her rashions.

“They are quite good. Tell me of your training as a Jedi. It is a world far removed from mine. Is it true you meditate all day and worry endlessly about the dark side?”

She winked and gave a smile as she but into the ration. She was being playful, it was the prerogative of someone in her position. It was strange that never in all these opportunities had Sarla sought to harm the Jedi. It was the modus operandi of Sith, and yet she was not like most of her kind. She had learned from Anak not to follow rules too strictly, and that sparing a life could save your life, which had proven true on many scores with Remy. She owed her and the notion of betrayal was not even in Sarla’a heart. The Purebloof had earned her trust.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

She internally snickered more to that... meditating all day was a possibility for some. "Somewhat... training is important, learning and being able to handle yourself. The Darkside is a threat sure for some but for others it is that they let themselves get ruled by their emotions." She paused for a moment. "Not suppress or deny but every emotion they just act on it... if they are angry they shout... Like spoiled children who have never been told no they will throw a tantrum. They... make it difficult for some and are usually the ones who help spread the information that it is all the jedi should do." She offered a smile though while moving around so she was in front of the woman with the food. "To make sure you do not get too much of a chill or movement, I shall keep you warm as well as add extra healing energy. IF you need to drain me in the night then do not kill me." She said it as a measure of trust and looking at her though while holding the canteen for some water.

 

[Darth Sarla]

TAG: Remy Singh

Sarla bore the misconceptions about the dark side. It did not help that many acolytes acted like crazed teenagers drunk with power and passion. A true student of the Dark learned to tame the Passion, and use it in doses to strengthen their hand in battle.

As Remy leaned against her for warmth, Darla found the heat enjoyable. She placed her arm around The Padawan and shifted to keep their bodies close. The words about draining her in the night made her chuckle,

“I cannot make any promises.”

In truth Sarla had no intent to use those crimson cords. She let the Becta patces do their work and leaned her head against Remt’s her long black hair rustling against her neck.

 

[Remy Singh]

Darth Sarlaac

Laying there on her side she listened and suppressed a chuckle to that statement. The danger of being drained to recover was there but Sarla wasn't like many other sith... for one she didn't say how powerful she was and she did cooperate... the other was she was hurt for the time being. Remy focused on the force while turning her head up to look at the stars above and she could feel the woman. Taking her hand and holding it as she allowed the force to flow from her hand into Sarla. "I trust you for it, facing a threat will build stronger bonds in some cases then others will see or face." A half smirk was on her face when she was allowing herself to look up. "This though reminds me of Tantorus, deserts, threats of battle in the dunes and camping by the fire."