"You should know that nothing surprises me, Jiren..."

A small hint of amusement crossed the Zabrak's face as his own gaze swept over Gash, sizing up the part man, part machine that stood before him.

"...I should have killed you when I had the chance to..."

Zeta's gaze suddenly swept past Jiren, looking onto nothing in particular. Han's voice only now becoming present to both force users.

"Enough! Silence! If it were not for you, Skywalker, I would not be in this hellhole to begin with!"

Ha! Rogue Jedi! This was not where the Sith Lord wanted to be! His place was on Naboo, causing havoc onto those pathetic miserable fools known as pure Jedi!

The Zabrak's menacing stare snapped back onto Jiren, glaring upon the Rogue.

"If you think I would actually come to set foot on these grounds again for any reason, than you are more foolish than you look! I am here only because I have to be! Do not waste anymore of my time, Jiren, Han has seen fit to taking up enough of my time already! The sooner you give me what I need, the sooner I can depart from here and you can be rid of me...."

"...I will see to it that you die, Jiren, but it shall be another day. I have something else far more important that needs to be taken care of back on Naboo..."

Han must seek his revenge...

Lupercus rose from the prone body, his lightsabres arching out to his sides like an angels wings as he ignited them with a stacato snaphiss. As the sabres came to a stop, his hand blade spun again in his hand, coming to a stop in an unside down grip. His snarl loosened, then disappeared as he momentarily looked at the two jedi, his glare seeming to shoot deep into their souls, unlocking their innermost desires of power and glory.

"You ask of me to surrender? 3 of your own, of equivilent power, lay at my feet, and you presume to ask me to surrender?"

His hands shot out towards them, his right sabre spinning again to assume a normal grip, and he held out his wrists in a submissive gesture.

"Then come oh great Jedi! I surrender!"

His voice was filled with derision, his tone one of abject jest, but his eyes glinted of steel. He paused as if to say something but seemed to shrug it away, his eyes narrowing. His breath slowed as he assumed a fighting posture, his right sabre spinning again coming to a stop upside down.

He paused, his entire body tensed as he stared the front padawan down, completely in tune with his surroundings. Suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere his hand shot out, a phenominal force push throwing the front padawan into his partner. Simultaneously Lupercus lept forward, his body back and leading with his feet, the ball of his right foot slamming into the front padawans chest, the energy transfering through their bodies, knocking the back padawan back and onto the ground. The other stumbled but maintained his footing as Lupercus' right hand swung across in a short punch, the red blade of his lightsabre tracing the stroke and slamming towards the padawans head, the other blade slightly behind the first stroke, coming on below and from the other side.

gaintheworldbutloseyourself

"You did not kill me because you cannot, Zeta. Just as you can't now. Guise it in arrogant defiance if you will, but you forget entirely who you're speaking to." He looked at the corpse in Zeta's hand, then into the Sith's red eyes again. He smirked. Just a little.

Gash looked in the general direction above Zeta's head, figuring it as good a place as any to address the dead Jedi. "Having fun, Han? Turning to the dark side of the Force -- what a thrill it must be. I should know. I've killed a lot of Jedi." He chuckled. "Declaring yourself independant from the Jedi, denouncing the light side. The fear of pushing the limits of your power, the cold sweat on your palms. It must be such a rush."

He'd sensed Han's suprise at seeing him. "Eager to be back in the land of the living, aren't we, Han? Willing to step over the crumbled corpse of your old master to do so, even." Gash crossed his arms. "You're going to be awfully disappointed at what you're seeking. I've been down that road. And when your power has found its peak, and you've wrought the vengeance or whatever morbid dream it is you're seeking, you'll see what I've seen. When suddenly you've found that you're dead inside, that you spent your whole life chasing impermenant bullshit and you can never go back, you'll understand. Poor fool."

The Rogue Jedi Master reached to his belt, watching as Zeta prepared himself for battle motionlessly. He was well trained, betraying nothing even as he thought Gash was reaching for his weapon. Instead, he pulled forth his commlink, bringing it to his mouth. "Stand down missile lock on position of the interlopers." He pocketed the gadget, and once more fixed his gaze over Han's head.

"Go on, Han. Gain the world but lose yourself. You'll find that I've punished you more than you could possibly imagine." He stepped past Zeta, walking away nonchalantly. "Oh, and, Zeta. I'll see you on Naboo. You have fun fucking about with your comrade, eh?"

Ky-Vin could sense the Sith's attack but it was too late before he had been knocked backwards.
Ky-Vin was forced to land on his back, with an audible "Unph!"

Ky-Vin immediately looked up to see the Sith's two lightsaber blades coming at him from different angles. The only thing he could do was reach out with the Force and send a powerful wave of energy to push his attacker backwards.

Kenshin suddenly felt Ky-Vin bump into him. He almost fell over, but steadied himself as his left foot dropped back. As Ky-Vin attacked the Sith right on, he lept in from the side, his saber flashing as it aimed a diagonally downward cut at the Sith's side.

(OOC:Nah, it was still hitting you as the front padawan, the other kiddy fell his ass over. For space savyness, your reply to this post should be editted with our next action sequince, since noone wants this thread all cluttered up with OOC stuff.)

Startled that the padawan reacted with the Force instead of his sabre, Lupercus allowed himself to be pushed back, but controlled the light throw, sliding back a few feet, the back padawans slicing cleaving air. With razor sharp reflexes Lupercus swung both his sabres onto the padawans blade, one hitting the base of the blade, the other hitting the 'point', sending the slice back in towards the padawans mate.

Through the Force, Ky-Vin anticipated the oncoming blades. He ducked his head and rolled to his right, and the humming blue blade of Kenshin's lightsaber was forced just past his face. The sound of the blades were a loud buzzz in his ear as they passed.

Ky-Vin felt a slight burning sensation in his left shoulder and guessed that it was grazed as he rolled out of the way.
Once aside, he hopped onto his feet and turned to swing at the Sith's vulnerable midsection.

There was the sound of hissing and sputtering of blades as they clashed.

Kenshin quickly backflipped a few paces, then sprang foward with his saber angled infront of him aiming to cleave off the Sith's shoulder.

From the side, Kenshin felt himself tossed backwards. Malice had returned. He had left his son in the woods to the west,after being able to ditch the noghri that followed him. Figuring Lono wouldbe angry with him for leaving him alone with nothing but animals to protect him, Malice had no choice. This planet would fall to the sith, he would see to that.

Walking over to percus, Malice grinned.

*So Lupercus, still playing with the kids. I'm surprised you havent taken them out a longtime ago*

With that Malice's double bladed white saber was up and ready. His body and force energy were still not at there fullest,the run over here seen to that. Though he still had enough energy to beat all of these young ones.

Kenshin suddenly felt a Force push. He backflipped a few paces and stood his ground to notice another Sith had arrived. The one called Malice.

What should he do now? It was hard enough to see that he stayed alive himself. How was he supposed to protect others as well?

He stood a defencive stance, his sky blue blade angled infront of him.