Another explosion ripped through the city as Noktu dived into the ditch, all around soldiers swarmed, hundreds thousands, of soldiers from many groups fought for the city, Jedi and Sith mingling as well, for what had started as a minor incident now was an all out war that brought dozens of powers to the city to claim it and its great deposits of raw minerals.

Noktu dodged another barrage then blocked more shots with his lightsaber sending one back into the man shooting him...

"I hope the Jedi are having as much trouble as I am...this is chaos... there is nothing more suitable to describe it"

There was no reason to be here. Over petty mineral allocation strifes, Arkan had no business with this. If Malice or anyone wanted these minerals so bad, they could probably do it on their own. In this open madness where no order was true order, Arkan had to resolve to make order amongst the chaos. Noktu was busy defending himself, but Arkan decided to take the initiative to finish off what was started from back at The Dark Circle. He felt rather weak, not physically, but emotionally and mentally. Throughout his search, he realized he began to degrade and soon his physical status would also degrade too.

From behind Noktu, Arkan began his approach, deftly deflecting rogue blaster bolts with his intense red lightsaber, hooped around his wrist with the tongue of the creature which the hilt was composed of.

"Noktu," Arkan whipped his blade forward, deflecting a few blaster bolts instinctively, "I think it is time to finish what we started at TDC."

*Out of the darkness to Noktu's right appeared a man dressed completely in black.*

"I'm afraid Arkan, that that is not possible. You will not touch Noktu, that is, not until you can defeat me. But be warned, I took Malice for all he was worth, though he did win. Choose wisely, if you truely want to fight Noktu, then you must defeat me, if it is not that important to you, I would suggest you leave here. Now. Otherwise, lets begin."

*Janus swept his cloak behind him, to reveal 2 sabers attached to his belt.*

Arkan regarded Janus with a curious gaze, acknowledging the Sith Brother for the first time, but he recognized the presence for he had felt it before. Looking down at his side, he drew forth the metallic cylinder of a lightsaber that was not of his make. Arkan looked to Janus, smirked, then ignited the black blade with a muffled hum. The lightsaber had not been used for quite awhile but eventually the hum grew as loud as Arkan's own organic lightsaber.

"Janus," Arkan began, "It is finally good to see you. I have your failed Apprentice's blade. And it gives me wonder why Apprentices of a growing Sith entity have the title 'Darth' when that rank was only meant to conceal the Master and Apprentice format of the surviving Sith of old. No matter, Darth Raven was weak and this blade in my possession shows it.

"Dear Janus, I do not think it would be nice to interfere. For what began as a test of skill between Noktu and I will end as a test of skill... although I believe Noktu wants more than just a test of skill, since it was I who was responsible for all the internal injuries he suffered at the hands of Sedriss. But if you want to be such a participant in this charade, then so be it..."

As Arkan finished, he deactivated Darth Raven's blade and tucked it away. Deactivating his red lightsaber, he slipped out another hooping tongue from the saber's mouth and slipped the smaller hoop onto his finger, letting the hoop on his wrist disconnect and return to the creature's mouth.

"Begin!"

Noktu watched them quarral as they began... "BRother this fight is mine, not yours, I will fight him and slay him, its what he deserves from the pain he caused me!"

*Janus lifted his left arm, the one closest to Noktu, and from it issues a small force dome, hitting Noktu, but causing no damage.*

"You will not fight him brother, this is my fight. I have been looking for a reason to fight this one, for his insolence, and I shall do it now. You should just watch to make sure we are not hit by any stray blaster fire."

*Janus cracked his knuckles as he faced Arkan.*

"First I shall take back my saber."

*Janus lifted his right hand hand, and held it infront of him. His hand was extended, his palm facing to the left. Though it was extended, it was not fully extended, slightly bent, so that it would be easier to catch a small object in it.*

"Now is your chance Arkan, leave now, or face the consequences. And Bane, you shall get you chance, but on a later date, this one is mine."

On the otherside of the town the chaos was increasing. An explosion rocked the street it had once stood at. Shaking up the people that were fighting back and forth. Walking in the shadows, Malice watched the blodshed and violence. Such things he took so much pleasure in.

Outstretching a hand, tendrils of lightning shot forth. Wrapping around two individuals electrocuting them to death. As unusual as that would seem, no one cared to take noticed. They just assumed another ally or another enemy has fallen and continued to fight. Malice loved this. He could kill any he wanted and none would be the wiser.

Slowly the sith master moved around the city slaying at random. His saber this time getting the chance to shed blood. Though through the force, he could sense the darkside gathering at the other end of town. Moving like a black plague, Malice headed in that direction. Like bugs to a lightbulb, Malice's curiosity was peaked and he wanted to find out what exactly was happening down there.

"Fine brother so be it..." Noktu turned from the two as they started and walked through the wreckage, the fighting was still fierce as building to building fighting started, stormtroopers ran by chasing a group of other troopers firing at them, Noktu smiled and charged after the group and started to laugh as the stormtroopers turned back, their fear evident, as Noktu was among them administering death to them.

Arkan felt Darth Raven's blade start pulling out of his belt, he felt it not only through himself, but he saw the extension of the Force by Janus's hand.

"I may leave, but you are not leaving with that blade..."

As the metallic cylinder left him and started speeding to Janus, Arkan delved into the familiar mechanics of that lightsaber. The focusing crystal and the battery were his target and as it reached midway between himself and Janus, Arkan accelerated the energy of the powercell until it ruptured through the cylinder and created a small explosion through both ends of the saber hilt. And what came to Janus was the charred remains of the blade.

Arkan smirked, "A present from me to you, Sith."

With that said, Arkan bent the light around him and in this frantic run, combined the components metabolism and the defiance of gravity, compelling him high and long away from the Sith. From here, he would seek out another crew to deal with, not Janus or Noktu at this time.

"Fear. Sith should not feel fear."

*Janus scoffed and put the charred remains of his saber into a pocket.*

"Oh well."

(OOC: I'm giving you some leniency here Arkan, but you controlled my character. I never had him actually take the saber from you, I just had him put up his arm, you made an assumption, and you know what assuming does. If you don't, it makes an ass out of you and me!)