From his viewing place over a mile away Hak Hatta watched the upcoming battle with interest. Then he realised who he was looking at. Corran Horn.

"That Sith youngling doesn't know what he is getting into. Corran can suck the power out of his blade on contact. But I didn't know he could jump like that."

He sat back and hit the "Record" button. This would be interisting.

OOC: Why hello. And who are you?


IC: Malice still stood his ground, keeping his saber up in a deffensive stance.

*Well c'mon Fearsons. You talk big, you disgrace us sith, and yet you make move to come down here and stop me from killing all these people. You make me sick*



Malice lifted up one hand and sent a violent force push towards Fearsons way.

LSR looked at the two fighting, in the crowed stood a dark one watching the Fearson man, LSR had chased fearsons for his soul for years on end now and if Malice could kill him, it might finaly be his time to go to hell. If not, he would settle for Malice' soul to take with him to the underworld.

OOC: My character is still developing, but Kas Katta is poised to become a feared......reporter? Not sure yet.

IC:

Kas Katta glanced over his equipment once more then brought up his custom made spotting scope.

Hmmm, lets see... 1,2,3,4... this could get bloody.

he notices the dead civilians

It is bloody.

Wait, what is that...

zooming is he surveys the shadowy character

Probobly just a Law enforcement officer who has enough sense to let them kill eachother off.

Uh oh, that sith must have pushed the big jedi, he hit that wall pretty hard.

This tape will fetch a lot of money

OOC: Ysarlami arn't allowed are they? Also, I don't think there is a hell for this Lord Shadow Reaper to send Fearson to. Or an underworld to take Malice to unless this is a spiecies only belief.

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OOC: not real just figure's of speech. To make things sound more interesting.

ooc:I can't suck the power out of a blade yet. I might be gifted but you need to be a master or at least a extremely powerful knight to do that

ic:<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Corran smiled at Chikami igniting two blades.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
"So that the way you want to play huh? Fine by me." Corran said
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Corran then stepped closer to Chikami. Not in lightsaber range but barely. He raised his lightsaber so it pointed at Chikami's heart. Suddenly he flipped a switch and his blade doubled. Chikami had less than a second to move before the blade pierced his he<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

OOC: I dissagree. If you read I Jedi you will see that corran Horn was able to absorbe small amounts of power almost right away. Though a saber blade is different in a way. I guess you are right. Also, corran can't use force jump, he can't levetate a pebble unless he absorbs some power. I think his uncle or someone did that in the book. But he died then.

IC:

Kas smiled as he saw the blade extend. This tape would bring much credits.
The big jedi wasn't moving, he just sat slumped on the ground. The shadowy figure moved forwad, he seemed quite interested in the still figure. Hmmm....

OOC

Sorry for my absence all *blush* been busy.



His hand immediately went to his side where he found his one remaining lightsaber after the showdown with the Dark Lord of the Sith, Diete Somir II. Surprisingly enough he had not only survived that battle but he had walked away with a near victory...

stolen from him only by his over zealous PeFauna and stormtroopers who doubted his abilities. It was no matter.

He pressed down on his activation switch, shooting out a zealous snap-hiss as he did so, readying himself and backing on his right foot. The sith attempted to push him asside, attempted to bark some insult at him, but he was clearing his mind, readying himself.

Those glowing red eyes followed around the scene where the confrontation was beginning between the jedi and the Sith, the two religious devotees of the Force who simply could not co-exist with one another, it was simply impossible and unfathomeable.

His brilliant white-black blade spiraled upward to signify his weapon's readiness and he slowly walked toward Malice.

But the feeling of that familiar presence, Lord Shadow Reaper...the cowardly Dark Jedi who had tempted him to battle before but fled like a cowardly dog was now observing the battle. It was of no matter. The Shadow Jedi Master pushed forward toward his Sith rival.

"I have heard much of you Malice Draclau, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, despite your inflamatory perceiverance toward a chaotic and ultimately untimely goal."

OOC: Your a master? and a shadow jedi to boot. I thought you were a rouge jedi knight? For now i will think of that as a typo until you clarify this. Ohh and W/B:)

IC: The demon sith merely grinned and nodded to Fearsons.

*Why i'm honored that you have heard of me Emperor, and of course who has not heard of you. They would have had to live a very sheltered life on some very primitve planet to not have. In which case i would find that planet and destroy it*


Malice too now walked towards Fearsons, his double bladed white saber held firm infront of him. The sith glanced around him, looking at the minimal death he and his apprentice had done.

*Pity you had to arrive so soon Fearsons. I could have killed all here if you had only waited 10 more minutes.....i still could too*


He knew Fearsons was mad at Malice for all the sensless killing he had just done. And just to piss him off Malice decided to do more, he noticed a little girltrying to run away behind Fearsons. Grinning Malice stuck out his hand, and like a speeding arrow through air a dagger lept off a table from one of the stands and plundged ee into the girls chest, dropping her instantly. The red crimson liquid ran fast and in great quantity, creating a red puddle around her now lifeless body.


Malice looked back at Fearsons, stopping in his tracks.

*I believe i have made the first move Jedi....as i am obliged to do*


Malice kept his saber horizontal infront of him, awaiting an attack from the jedi and ready to block or counter it.

OOC: Ok i noticed you CT....so hen did you become a shadow jedi, i could have sworn you were a rouge jedi a little while ago.

OOC Sorry, wrong thread for the "master" thing. Fearsons was recently promoted to master and I was supposed to put that in another thread so I was thinking master when trying to type knight, hehe. Anyway, no, Fearsons is the primary Shadow Jedi in the galaxy now. At this time, he is a knightish, masterish, somewhere in betweenish. Just call him a Shadow Jedi Guardian, hehe.


A hiss, a thump, a slap, a rip, and another thump indicated the girl's death, something he would have stopped had he been fast enough, but alas he was not, and with thus there was no sense in blaming it on himself, or allowing his rage in the upheavel of events taraform his ideals or plans for the "battle". What was wrong with the Sith these days? All they did was talk and kill senselessly, where was the honor? The spirit of fighting?

Foolish young man, he considered, edging closer and gripping the black lightsaber tightly. He held no reason to lunge an attack, there was no threat to his persona, there was no threat to any more around him as the crowds had sensibley scattered and run to their own respective buildings, leaving the streets empty and clean.

A perfect battle arena in which to stage a duel, but what was the point? The emperor had no reason to host a massive battle for the mere pleasure of this impudent child.

He had even less reason to flirt with the Dark Side for the sake of vengeance for those around him. As the Shadow Jedi teachings taught, an incapicitated enemy is twice as affective as a slain one.

"Malice you surprise me, I truly believed you had honor, I truly believed you held true to Sith ways," he stepped forward confidently, a smirk edging his lips with unwavering valor and dignity. "I obviously was wrong, perhaps the stories I heard of you were not true. I am ashamed I allowed my hopes of a real Sith Knight get the best of me."

His left hand lifted from the lightsaber's hilt, a concentration of medichlorians building up around that small source. The Shadow Jedi's glowing red eyes pierced into the very body of his quarrel.

"Surrender?" he asked with his smirk transforming into a confident smile.