Perrin grinned at the defensive stance and the force flowed from his as he jumped forward giving his best snarl as he attacked.

As he moved his blade down, he saw that two rocks he had grasped through the force struck Justin on both sides of his head.

...smash your head like a melon...

Justin brought his lightsaber up to block against Perrin's, when the rocks smashed into his head. He stumbled backwards a little, his head ringing and his new cuts searing with pain.

Justin reached intot he Force, allowing the Force to give him the strength to keep fighting. He then leaped over Perrin's head, slashing at his back side as he landed behind him.

Perrin's saber struck against the Jedi's as the rocks struck. As the boy staggered back, Perrin's feet shifted to steady himself.

Then the Jedi lept slashing at his back. Perrin swung the saber over his shoulder catching the slash as it moved against his back.

That was close..., Perrin mused.


He spun around extending his arms while his saber still connected his, the humming of the blades shouting sparks instead.

He wondered what other attacks the Jedi would try.

Justin lifted his hand and Force pushed Perrin backwards. He then concentrated on the rocks the Sith had thrown at him, and then hurled them at Perrin.

The Sith still had a tentative hold on the rocks so when the Jedi reached out in the force he knew what was coming. Especially since he could also see them coming at him.

With a quick flicker of his blade the rocks were split.

"Attack me Jedi. Use your growing anger to strike at me. I can feel it building...."

Perrin grinned and raised the hand holding his saber...

Justin noticed Perrin slice through the rocks, avoiding the Jedi's attack. Justin listened to Perrin's words, but, stood where he was.

"Even though I strongly dislike you, I know enough to not give into my anger. I will not give in."

WIth that, he put his saber in a defensive position, and readied himself with the Force, ready to fight off whatever tricks the Sith would throw at him.

strongly dislike?

"You think that if you use words such as 'strongly dislike' in place of hate, that the pure hatred you feel will somehow be less?" The Sith jeered.

"You are less than nothing little man. You and your kind hide behind force-masks, and in trees watching the goings on of those who's unadulterated will moves this galaxy in directions of their own choosing."


"Don't be a reactionary. Don't always follow someone else's lead! BE A LEADER YOURSELF!"


Perrin's lips turned mocking, "But you won't. The Jedi do not train leaders. They train followers."

"So follow, little man."

And he tossed his lit blade at the young Jedi.

Justin used the Force to calm himself. Why had he said stongly dislike? And what was this about Jedi only being reactionaries? Justin remembered right at the beginning of his training when Kamon was going to train him to be a Rogue Jedi, but, then decided not to.

His thought was interrupted by the Sith's blade flying towards him. Justin lifted up his lightsaber, blocking the lighted blade from cutting into him. He then tried to figure out what to do next, so he let the Force flow through him, giving him guidance on his next move.

And as he suddenly found the time to meditate, and open himself up to the force and think about a great many issues, Perrin cut him down. The look of astonishment was decidedly delicious.

He could feel that the Padawan was trying to open himself to the force, to debase himself by becoming a slave to the force. Unfortunately, to hear the commands of one's master, one must be listening.

The Padawan's mind was on his old master, on not being trained, on Perrin's words.. on everything but what he should have been doing at that time.


And so missed Perrin's quick advance retrieving the blade in motion and completing it's swing to cleave the former Padawan in half.



The Sith looked down at the body and began to rifle through his pockets. Small rewards were found but not much to measure the Padawan's life by. A stick of chewing root (wtf?). a holopic of an ugly girl, a credit chip for rations at the Jedi Cafeteria, a Jedi Starfighter magazine and a tag indicating that his robe was overdue for cleaning.


He grinned as a small data crystal fell into his palm. "Jedi membership chit." He patted the dead body's face. "You won't be needing this anymore, friend."


His eyes moved over to his opponent's dropped saber and with a few quick strokes, destroyed it.


So much for Jedi accomplishments.


"Idiot" he murmured and spat on the body.


He continued his walk throwing away the magazine in disgust and wiping the Jedi's giblets from his boot.





ooc: hehe.. couldn't help it. If this dude ever comes back, I'll erase.