Jedi vs. Sith -- Rematch for the Galaxy

[snoogadie.]

The Jedi vs. Sith war
pt.II


Well, as the title suggests, this is the second war between the Jedi and the Sith.

There are no real constrictions, except for the fact that the Jedi must post their intro first when battling. This is because they are invading wherever the Sith may be.

Remember: not everyone has to be in the the same place at the same time, or even on the same planet.

Now, as I have been told, the lineup for each side is as follows:

Jedi:
Meathos
Knux
Sirithe
Snyper
Blue

Sith:
snoogadie.
Number_1_DM
LK6v3
Pontus
Newtype06

If this isn't correct, just say so.

Otherwise, feel free to begin challenging people! Good luck to everyone.

[Snyper]

Snyper vs. Valdis
Battle Post III

Both men pushed for every inch. By this point in the battle both were drenched with sweat. The stone book case vibrated ever so little from the fierce movements taking place on top of them. A red light danced toward a dark shadow only to be repelled by a green and followed by a blue that the red would quickly repel from the shadow standing not three steps ahead of the other.

Snyper parried an oncoming blow from the crimson blade. He thought quickly and brought both his blades above his head, he unleashed a downward slash that should’ve ended the sith princes reign. Valdis knowing that this could be the end threw his entire body wait to his saber. He stopped the blow about three inches from his head. With no waist of motion he quickly swept the feet from under the jedi. Snyper fell. Valdis looked over the side, expecting to see a dark huddled mass on the floor from the high drop. Much to his surprise Snyper had grabbed a shelf half way down the high cliff that had once been a great book case. Snyper pulled his saber and sliced the mid section of the case. The ground beneath Valdis swayed, it began to shift until it was hurdling into another book case. Snyper ran up the side of the falling object and flipped to the case that had just been hit. Valdis did the same.

They now stood three paces away once again. As Snyper rose his hand Valdis flinched. With the raised hand he wiped his brow and let out a low toned laugh. Valdis, angered by this gesture quickly lunged in to pierce the jedi through his heart. The only thing his blade connected with was air. Snyper had side stepped and now planted a kick straight into the siths teeth.

Valdis was sent skidding. He regained his balance and jumped to another book case. He felt into his mouth, he shook his head. His hand had picked a lose tooth and he then threw it across the room. As the echo of the tooth hitting the floor came back to him he spat the blood that now inhabited his mouth. Snyper calmly jumped to face him.

“There’s still time. Come with me and I can help you, you don’t have to live in fear of anyone anymore. Let go of your pride and I can bring you back to the light.”

These words echoed on the walls in the siths mind. His heart gave in, the crimson blade disengaged once again. He went to say something, but his mind was screaming at him.

“Kill him. Kill him.” Valdis couldn’t fight his own mind, but Snyper was something he could conquer. The red light flickered into the room again.

Snyper hesitantly activated his blades again. He knew the answer to his plea to help, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He looked over to Valdis, he saw that offering help wasn’t a waist of time. Valdis turned and flipped to another book case. He realized he was showing weakness, he noticed that Snyper could see it in his eyes. Snyper hopped over to the new stage for the same old dance.
The sabers clashed again sending thousands of sparks over the two warriors. Snypers movements became fluid, typical of a master jedi. Valdis began using erratic movements, also typical of his side of the force. Valdis spun his blade and vaulted over Snyper. He landed and tried a back hand stab. Snyper watched it coming and sidestepped the attack only to disengage his blades and grab the siths hands. He threw up his forearm which smacked into the side of Valdis’s head. Valdis began to fall, but grabbed onto Snypers shoulder. Both fell, the halls were filled with the sounds of two sickening thuds.

The room slowly came into focus. Snyper stood, looking across the alleyway he now found himself in to see Valdis trying to do the same. A whooshing sound filled the room as both used the force to pull their blades. Valdis activated a green blade and slashed an oncoming blade. He looked across to see that he had destroyed his own saber and he now used a jedi color. This brought back memories.

“Help me help you. Please come to reason, you can save yourself.” Snyper screamed this, the siths eyes went from Snyper, to the green blade and returned back to the jedi who now extended his hand.

Valdis got into a fighting stance and Snyper followed in suit. It was time, time for the Jedi to make on last stand. He rushed the sith……..

[Number_1_DM]

Ummm... for the record, my character was never a Jedi. I wrote nothing about that in my bio and description I sent you... in fact, I believe you practically made up a storyline for my character. In addition, you destroyed my character's weapon?

Whatever... I can deal with it. Expect my next post soon.

[Xellos]

SPLIT (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=492688)

[snoogadie.]

Should be up in the next few days, Meathos. Got into TAFE 4 hrs early today and typed up about half of it. Then I watched the Godfather.

...But soon.

[Meathos]

Mhmm, not a problem, Snoog. If you got it up earlier, you'd just be waiting, too. I managed to run down a crazy long road across the city at 1 AM on Friday with a katana.

So, yeah. Relivant.

[Newtype06]

Mr. Blue, after repeated pms, you still havent posted anything.

Honestly, man, if you don't wanna do this then just forfeit, cuz I'm tired of chasing you down only to find out that you haven't done anything.

In fact, you said that you had the whole thing finished and had your comp crash. That might have been acceptable, if you didnt say in the next sentence that you had the whole thing already written.

So my question is....where is it?

[LK6v3]

On that note- Knux, it's been what, a month now? I realize you're busy and all with school and such, but a month since you're last battle post? Come on, that's just ridiculous. I really wanna keep this thing going.

[Mr. Blue!]

Sorry man... You know what, I'm gonna throw in the towl. I haven't been able to type it up, and I have been procrastinating for too long. I can't think anything good up anyways. Sorry JO. *Prepares for the bad reps and hate PMs*

[Knux]

On that note- Knux, it's been what, a month now? I realize you're busy and all with school and such, but a month since you're last battle post? Come on, that's just ridiculous. I really wanna keep this thing going.

Don't worry LK, I'll get it up soon enough. I was pre-occupied with school and I'm going to Europe for 2 weeks on Sunday to see relatives. I've been preparing all my stuff and getting ready and to be honest I kinda forgot about this.

I'm not dropping out here. I'll attempt to write it on the plane ride or when I get spare time, and if I have access to a computer I'll type it up. If not, I'll get it up when I get back.

[Newtype06]

forfeiture accepted. Do we need to tell a ref or something?

Anyways, that was a fun little duel Blue. Maybe next time we'll get something finished.



BTW, Neil is like....in the army now. What's that do here? He said he'd be back in a few weeks...

[Mr. Blue!]

Canadia has an army?

Sorry JO. I'm sure you can still win it though.

[Sirithe]

Obviously it does.
Dave I think its all up to Snoog, I mean if he wants a longer fight, or to try to get a default.

Something up soon Ponty, work blows.

[Knux]

I don't think we should be calling out defaults yet. Some weeks won't make a difference, it won't be ending any sooner either way.

[snoogadie.]

Well, I don't think anyone needs to forfeit just yet. As Knux said, this thing won't finish any time soon. So, get something up if you want blue, cause this thing won't be ver until everyone has all their posts up, so theres no point forfeiting yet.

[Mr. Blue!]

Isn't it a little late for me now? I have been too busy with working and other crap anyways...

[Newtype06]

go ahead. I was serious about the time, though. You post everywhere but here.

Meh, I just wanna finish this. It's been going on for what, four months?

[snoogadie.]

3 months in 2 days time.

[Meathos]

No one's given up.

Snoog, get it up when you can. Sooner you get yours up, sooner I get mine up.

Yes, that can be taken in a terribly wrong way.

[snoogadie.]

I know! I almost thought you were talking about the RPs for a second! Then I realised you meant ... oh ...

never mind.

[snoogadie.]

Well, it turns out that I can actually access my school hard drive from the internet. If I knew that earlier, I would've gotten this up sooner. Ah well, here it is in all it's averageness.
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Ralek Morano calmly took a deep breath whilst he stared his opponent in the eyes. They revealed nothing, only reminding him of a past long since forgotten. He turned his attention to the wound on this inside of his thigh. A small amount of pain, no more than superficial burns compared to the pain Ralek had in his life. Regardless, he embraced it, as it shot all around the surrounding area. He let the anger flow freely throughout his body. Pain could be a powerful ally, if one knew how to use it.

It was almost as if Meathos could read his mind.

‘Don’t concentrate too hard, Ralek’ he mocked. ‘You might let your guard down’ Ralek offered a smug smile.

‘Oh, don’t worry. My guard is never down!’ with that, he leapt through the air at his rival, bringing his right saber over his head to deliver a crushing blow, his left protecting his abdomen. Meathos was ready though, as expected. He shifted to the left a step, avoiding the momentum of the jump and raised his saber to meet Ralek’s. They clashed for a moment, sparking and crackling before Ralek landed and the two were facing off again. For a moment, they stood, watching each other, trying to contemplate what the other would do next.

In unison, they jumped at each other, their blades meeting once more.

***

‘Move, move!’ Sergent Shaw shouted to the last few soldiers to make it inside the makeshift barrier. The gates, made up of salvaged durasteel doors, closed. As ordered by Lord Morano, the remaining forces went on the defence and had thrown together a wall of rubble, sandbags, snow and whatever else they could find. Fortunately, the auxiliary armoury contained some shields that helped in the wall’s construction. It wasn’t much, but it was all that they had.

‘Sir!’ a Corporal called. Sergeant Shaw turned to face him. He was no more than twenty years old, his face pale, cheeks and nose red from the cold. ‘The Mandalorians are moving their batteries, we can expect another round of bombardments!’ Shaw nodded once. The Corporal stood for a second as if waiting for more orders. Shaw turned away and heard the boy leave.

‘Damn…’ Shaw muttered to himself.

A painful silence overcame the entire battlefield. Every soldier behind the barricade turned to look out to where the Mandalorians were attacking. They all know what was coming. A deep rumble confirmed it.

A gigantic blue sphere of energy rose over the horizon and went hundreds of meters into the sky. All eyes were up on it as it reached its peak and hung there for a millisecond, before starting its descent.

‘Take cover!’ an unknown voice shouted, shaking the soldiers out of their trance. They all ran for some cover in vain. The ball of energy was getting closer and closer. Sergeant Shaw watched it as it pummelled into the great temple behind them, shaking the ground. He fell over from the rumble and saw massive chunks of debris fall towards a gathering of his troops. They were smart enough to try and get out of the way, but not all of them made it. Most of them were crushed by the falling rock. It sent snow spraying everywhere, turning the white powder into razor sharp projectiles. It cut into Shaw’s face as he tried to turn away from it.

As the snow cleared from the air, and silence overtook once more, Shaw knew he had to take charge. Men began screaming from wounds or terror.

‘Get the debris!’ he screamed. ‘Add it to the barricade!’ the troops heard this and obliged quickly. “If they’re gonna try and soften us up, we’ll just have to make it harder for them…” he thought to himself.

***

Deep inside the temple, a different battle raged.

Ralek slashed down at Meathos, who blocked smoothly. They locked sabers for a second, staring each other down. They both pushed and broke apart, taking a few steps back. Ralek threw his left saber at Meathos, who lined up his own saber and smashed Ralek’s out of the air, sending it flying behind him across the room. Before Ralek could call his weapon back to him, Meathos jumped at him, engaging in a flurry of attacks.

Whilst Ralek was good with one saber, he stood a better chance with two. He matched all of Meathos’ attacks, blocking them with ease, but if he was to end this battle, he needed his other saber back. Meathos obviously knew this and was keeping him occupied, denying him the chance to call his saber back. He was pushing Ralek back slowly, but surely with a series of well-placed attacks. Ralek could feel the wall closing in behind him. He started to move back a bit faster, Meathos not noticing the slight change in pace. As soon as he was a few feet from the wall, he jumped, planted his feet on it and propelled himself forward. He knocked Meathos’ saber down and his head smashed straight into his face, making him stumble back holding his nose. Ralek hit the ground and rolled to get up and then made a run for his saber. When it was within range, he pulled it towards him, caught it and ignited it. He spun around and twirled his regained saber in victory.

Meathos stood where Ralek had hit him, just staring. His lip was curled and his nose bleeding. He wiped away the blood with his hand and spat some on the ground. Ralek smiled and ran towards him. Their sabers clashed for a second and then broke apart. Ralek was on the attack now, hitting Meathos fast and hard. Ralek was surprised to see how much he had improved, being able to block all of his attacks. He watched his blocking; he was concentrating hard. Ralek took this opportunity and used the force to try and push him back to throw him off balance. No sooner had Ralek done it, Meathos had blocked it instantly with his free hand and brought his saber over his head, ready to bring it down for a crushing blow. Ralek quickly formed his own sabers into an X shape in time to stop the silver saber. The two men held it there. Neither wanted to give up. In unison, both men freed up a leg and planted a boot on each other, pushing backwards. They both flew back and landed on the ground.

Ralek stood up calmly, as did Meathos. Ralek smiled; his boots had spikes on the bottom of them, so no doubt he had hurt Meathos more than he had been, although his opponent didn’t show it. Meathos wiped some more blood from his nose. Ralek could see his eyes watering from it slightly. He had probably broken it.

‘Don’t let it obscure your vision,’ Ralek said.

‘I could be blind and still beat you, Ralek’ Meathos retorted quickly.

‘Why do I doubt that so much?’ Ralek asked rhetorically. He spun his sabers around in a circle and held a ready stance. Just then, the whole room shook with a deep rumble, almost knocking the two men over. Little bits of the roof fell to the ground and dust floated around. Ralek glanced up, then to Meathos, who was smiling.

‘Hear that? That’s the sound of the battle being lost on the surface’

‘Not a chance,’

‘Don’t be so sure. The Mandalorians are very efficient’

‘Don’t worry. When I’m done here, I’ll go up there and deal with the Mandalorians’

‘I don’t think you’ll be leaving here alive…’

‘Enough small talk’

‘My thoughts exactly!’ the mean leapt at each other with a new found energy, both on the attack and defence. The speed and ferocity of the duel was increasing with each blow of the saber. Neither man was giving ground, using every technique they had learned to try and throw off the other.

The only problem with duels of such intensity was that the margin for error became much greater.

***

Sergeant Shaw looked out at his troops. They were scattered, more than half of them dead. And the Mandalorians hadn’t even begun their assault yet. He swallowed his pride.

‘Retreat! Get inside the Temple!’ he shouted out. The soldiers got up so quickly, it was almost as if they were just waiting for that call. Shaw jumped down from the piece of rock he was standing on and ran for the entrance to the building. Behind him, an artillery blast tore apart the rock he was standing on. He felt something warm in his back and suddenly he couldn’t keep running. He slowed down and then stopped, his face full of confusion.

‘Come on Sarge!’ a young soldier shouted, beckoning him on. His voice was merely a distant echo. Shaw fell to his knees, his vision blurring. He could see the young soldier come back for him in the haze. As he felt the other man’s grip secure around his arm, he fell face first into the snow. He could feel the cold for a second, then, nothing.
~~~~~~~~~~
uh-huh.

[Knux]

K, here it is. It was kinda annoying to think up how to counter a god. :P
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He lay crumpled on the ground: shaking, shuddering, all but still. The foremost thing he noticed were the red marks staining and contrasting the walls, the floor, his clothing. The blood seeping out of seemingly every pore and hole in his body. His own blood.

Jedam wished he could scream. If the Jedi could at least hear his own voice he'd know he wasn't dead, he'd know there was still a chance of living. He attempted to fight the convulsions, the violent shaking which overtook his body as he attempted to move from his helpless position. To scream, or even to move. Oh, how the fallen Jedi wished he could accomplish such simple things.

Across the chamber stalked the hulking Sith, a menacing grin plastered upon his mug to compliment the savage, hungering gleam in his blood red eyes. His muscles seemingly flexed and bulged from his body with even the subtlest of movements he made. The mere sight of the man made Jedam sick. It was beyond his comprehension how any man, much less such a hulking brute, could hold such intense and destructive powers. His memory raced back to mere minutes ago, when he'd been grabbed ahold of and steadily bound to where he stood as volts upon volts of electricty surged through every part of his body. As if this was not enough he'd afterwards been thrashed, beaten into the ground, and thrown like a rag doll across the chamber. The hungering, unsated look on Janobi's face was a great contrast to that of the Jedi's frightened, helpless, nearly pleading one.

His thoughts strayed back toward previous battles, those terrible life or death choices he'd been forced to make, the pain, both physical and mental, that he had felt as he'd often scrambled to leave with his life. Those previous experiences of his, the events which he'd been honored for, were nothing at all compared to his current predicament. None would have... none could have prepared him for what he presently faced. He didn't doubt that his life would be taken... it would not be yet another time where he'd escape with his life.

Every part of his battered body screamed out in pain as he attempted moving once more. The convulsions, at least, had begun to let up some; Jedi's bodies were seemingly adept at fighting both physical and mental ailments. As he began to rise a nausiating mixture of blood and vomit were expelled from his mouth and his stomach gave a wild lurch. Falling back to the ground from the mere inches he'd managed to prop himself up, he stared at the Sith. He was closer than before, the gleam in his eyes seemingly hungering even more for more suffering, more pain of others by his own hands. It disgusted him, antagonizing the beliefs and morals that had given him so much strength through his campaign as a Jedi.

"Your mercy and wise nature will do you no good here, fool, " Janobi grinned, reading the look on Jedam's face. "As a Jedi you lack the sense to cut down an opponent when you have the chance. When you finally do manage to slay a man you feel nothing but reluctance, remorse, pure shame that you were forced to end an unworthy life."

The convulsions had ceased. Every part of his body still wrenched in pain, blood still flowling openly from when he'd been smashed against the hard temple floors and walls. Regardless, he had to get up. He had to do something. Still, he knew not what.

"We Sith, on the other hand, " he continued, apathetic of Jedam's feeble attempt to rise, "find nothing but glory and pure ecstasy from the death of an unworthy one at our hands."

He was on hands and knees now, supported by his violently shaking arms.

"Death and suffering can only make a man stronger, neither mercy nor wisdom will benefit one in the long run of life."

He felt the Force flowing through him, nurturing him, calling out to him. He called back to it in return, silently pleading for help. The Force came to Jedam in soothing waves as he manipulated it, using it to right the wrongs Janobi had done to him. The Sith rambled on, unnerved at the prospect of the Jedi clawing his way into a standing position next to the wall. The Force surged through him, alleviating to an extent his recent impedements. As he stood, his weight sagging on the wall for support, he glared in contempt at the Sith ahead of him. The hulking beast had caused him pain, pain which he'd never felt before in his life.

Yet, he held a sort of contempt for himself as well. He'd rushed into the battle with too much confidence leading his actions. It was the last thing he'd remember, he had thought when he first entered the ruins and given himself away as a Jedi to the intruder. Jedam had drawn himself into the situation in too rash of a manner, leading him to taste the true aspect of battle. He'd realized his mistakes, and now he intended to right them.

Though he'd regained his footing, he accepted he was in no condition at all to fight. He'd need to think of some method of escape... at least some method to stall the brute long enough to formulate a plan of action. As Janobi's attention came to Jedam's upright figure he once more readied his lightsaber, the black blade gleaming and hissing. Panicking, Jedam reached for his two, and with a look of horror realized only one sat within the depths of his robe.

"Damn, " he hissed under his breath.

"What's wrong, Jedi?" Janobi mocked. "Have you misplaced your toy? It must have fallen from your pocket while I throttled you." The Sith was right; the second lightsaber lay stationary on the ground, the Sith creating a rather effective barrier between it and its owner.

What was there to do now? With a broken body and only a single blade, how was he to face this brute, muscles still bulging, who had been able to beat him, batter him, near torture him to death while he was in his prime. What hope he'd regained after making his way to his feet was now dissapitating in front of his eyes.

"Yes, Jedi, " Janobi mocked once more. "Know your place among your superiors. Beg for the mercy which will not come to you. Grovel and squirm like the worm you are. Give into your anger, your hate, your fear. Fear me, Jedi!"

"NO, " came the first voluble syllable since he's sustained his beating. "You'll not trick me, you'll not twist nor contaminate my mind in the ways of the Sith." Both opponents were equally surprised at the outburst, let alone his ability to suddenly make such an outburst.

"Embrace your death, your anger. Feel it course through your veins. Become one with it!"

In a seemingly final act of desperation the Jedi launched an arm out, igniting the blade with a flick of his wrist. Once more he called out to that which had healed him, sending the lightsaber flying in a straight path at the Sith.

"Your attempts are futile, Jedi, " he said, knocking the weapon aside with his own. "Now, you shal-"

Jedam knew not if the Sith finished his sentence or not; at the moment all he knew was the Force and its flow through him. With a great heave his other arm swung outward from right to left. One with the Force. He felt the large, jagged rock rising off the ground, felt it as it flew through the air at the motion of his arm. Through the Force he felt rock crash against bone, knocking the Sith, who'd been intent on the battered Jedi, sprawling to the ground. One with the Force.

He stared at the unconscious form of the bulky Sith. The side of his face was covered in his own blood and a large bump protruded. While such a blow would normally kill a man, the Sith whose physical limits had been pushed to their brink sustained a simple concussion and would more than likely rise within minutes. Staggering across the room, Jedam located his two lightsabers among the rubble and slumped against the wall opposite from which he'd come. He'd managed to win a small victory, yet it would not be enough to put down the Sith for good. He lowered into a sitting position, deep in thought, beckoning for the Force to aid him. Again it came, coursing through him, pulsating through his wounds, his cracked bones. He let loose all other thought: the room, the immotile Sith, those tomes which he'd come for. They all escaped his consciousness for what felt like hours to the Jedi. Only minutes had passed though, and Jedam could feel the Force returning to the Sith and contaminating the aura of his own. He felt a slight sense of renewal. He knew what he was facing now, and he knew what he'd have to do to leave this damned place alive. His mission no longer mattered; for now it didn't hold a candle to his own life.

Rising to his feet, temporarily healed of the wounds and the beating he'd taken, he readied his lightsabers, readied himself once more for that which lay before him, that from which he knew there was no escaping.

[Newtype06]

holy crap, an attack post!



I thought this place was dead....

[SnesZeldaOwner]

Ive gotta Join this war..

I absolutly must join this..War.

[Meathos]

Yeah, too bad you're not in either clan.

Peace, bud.


Snoog, I'm working on something.

[SnesZeldaOwner]

I wann join this war,its looking good.

Well,Could I join one? Mabye Sith? Give me any opening you got.

Im not seeing much in this war...I think its dead...

Damn it! Someone post again! I would REALLY like to join the sith CLAN!

Um...Hello?

Someone give me minus reputation points..I need a rep on here..

Someone post something..IM alone..Which sucks...

This is We tod ed...Sofa King Wetoded. Ill just say it. Cus anime is to shizuck

[Meathos]

It's not a chat room. It's a forum. Stop SPAMming our war.

[SnesZeldaOwner]

Im leaving this anime is to shizuck place...

Fine.Id like to join the war...If ICOULD BE IN CLAN!

[Meathos]

Well, you can't join the war, and with the way you're SPAMming the war up, you'll be denied from the clans, too.

Stop posting.

[SnesZeldaOwner]

:bashhead: But the sith clan would be nice...

:bashhead: Why the hell did I do that? Peace out...Ill just lurk,and see how it goes,k?

[snoogadie.]

It's funny cause he won't have a chance in hell of getting into any SW clan now.

[SnesZeldaOwner]

Well thats so very nice of you!:bah:

[Sekhmet]

well SZO you are in the wrong area anyway to ask to join a clan... THIS is the fighting area... oh lost one..

[Meathos]

Snoog, I'm working on something, but failing at actually making production. I'm basically thinking about it right now, the post, because I've been damn busy with work(got fired today, lol), getting hammered(doin' that tomorrow and prolly every day from now 'till I graduate), and being busy with my social butterfliage. lol.

Basically, don't claim victory yet. Yarr. I be pirate.

[snoogadie.]

Meh, I'm easy. Take your time. Getting wasted always comes before RPing. I took like 2 months anyway.

[Sirithe]

At long last, Sirithe V Pontus, Sirithe battle post 3

Sirithe stood to his knee while listening to the absurdity of Maxwell being in charge of the Killiks. Seeing as the Jedi had learned from Raynar Thul and Lomi Plo, before she was killed, that those two and Welk were in charge of the Killiks.

When he was told he would make a good Sith he coldly denied it. But under his apparent surety he was wavering, a small part of him told him to once more embrace the Dark Side, last time he had he controlled a great power.

He threw his light sabers at the approaching Maxwell, but to no avail. Instead, now Breed’s blade was spiraling towards him, with his own not far behind. He tried to stop them with the Force, but the Sith was pushing hard.

He felt the despair, anger, and pain of his entire life welling up. He let out an anguished wail and kept pushing. After a moment he felt his fingers were starting to burn. Opening his eyes he saw lightning blast from his fingers.

He saw the light sabers get caught in the lighting and fall to the ground. Screaming again he pushed hard. Lightning sprang from his fingers towards the Sith. The lighting that signified his whole life since Breeds death. Bottled up anger and grief. Climbing from his knees to his feet he took a step towards the Sith who was twitching on the ground after the barrage of lightning.

Sirithe looked down at his hands his palms were burnt and starting to blister slightly. His fingers were black at the tips and very sensitive. Handling his light saber would be tricky now.

The Sith started to get up and Sirithe kicked him in the stomach. He gazed down on the Sith in hatred, and contempt. This Sith killed his best friend, and his master the two people most important to him.

He felt the anger forming again, and raised his hands, letting the anger jump from him, into the Sith as pain. The Sith writhed at his feet, screaming in pain. Sirithe poured all the anger, hatred, and contempt for him into that burst of lightning.

He let all his anger and pain go into the Sith, when he was done he gritted his teeth. His hands were blistered, and his fingertips appeared charred. He knew he should feel bad, or like he betrayed the Jedi, trying to kill with the Dark Side, but all he felt was anger that he couldn’t finish the job with his lightning.

Using the Force he called the light sabers over to him. He pressed the ignite button on his and the blade sprung out. When he pressed it on Breeds he heard a static hiss, then nothing. The lightning had overwhelmed the circuits in Breeds light saber.

He felt an intense wave of grief, the light saber dying was like the last part of Breed crossing from the world of the living to the afterworld. He felt tears running down his face and wiped them off. Looking up at the Sith he saw him crawling away.

Sirithe let him crawl, drained of all emotion, he felt no anger, no grief, no regret. Nothing. He trudged over to the cage of captives, and using his light saber, cut the cage open.

“There’s a ship in a clearing not too far off, go there, I’ll be there when I finish with Maxwell, and I’ll call you a transport.” Sirithe murmured.

The tortured and starved people stumbled out of the cage and ran as fast as they could towards the clearing Sirithe had pointed to them. Eager to escape the hell Maxwell made for them.

Sirithe walked slowly over towards Maxwell. He gazed down at the Sith, emblematic of how Luke Skywalker had on Darth Vader all those years ago. He ignited his light saber, lifted it, and began slicing down towards the Sith.

He was shocked when it met another blade of light causing a burst of energy, and a flash of light. He gritted his teeth and pushed, but it was no use. The Sith slid his blade away and stood up.

“Heh, I knew it was too easy to hope I’d kill you there.” Sirithe said.

“Very good, you used your anger on me, first steps to the Dark Side young Jedi.” Maxwell sneered.

Sirithes eyes widened, that was right, he used his anger against the Sith, trying to kill him! He wasn’t even aware of doing it, it just happened, the Sith was arrogant, and told him the one thing that could get to him, and it worked.

But on the other hand, it did help him quite a lot, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to use the Dark Side against this opponent. He would be doing it to save himself and some innocent captives.

He snapped his light saber to a defensive position and beckoned the Sith on.

[Knux]

Well then, my opponent got banned from the forums and stuff.

Does this lead to a default win for me? I'd rather that it didn't seeing as I want to finish the fight. I suppose if it doesn't LK could send his post to another one of the Sith or something, unless he doesn't want to continue.

Not like this war's going anywhere, anyway...

[Pontus]

“You know... You aren’t worth it. Why keep you alive for the sake of the Sith?” Maxwell spoke with a raspy voice. His charred body was in incredible pain but he fought it off. He pushed every thought of pain out of his mind, mentally blocking it. It’s now or never. I have to finish him.

Maxwell charged in with his silver saber. He swung in an arc so quickly that it left only a blur in the sky. He pulled out at the last second and used the momentum to roll under the blade, taking off at a sprint. Maxwell leapt using the force from tree to tree until he finally came upon the running captives. That is, if you could call it running.

The captives were crawling along at a dirt-slow pace. Only some had the energy left to make it to the ship. Maxwell grinned as he looked back and saw Sirithe following after him in vain. The Sith flipped down and landed in front of the fleeing captives.

“Did you really think I would let you all go? Just like that? Well I’ll let you in on something. I’m not done playing yet!” Maxwell shouted in anger. He quickly dropped his hands and clicked his saber to its spot on his black belt. He cupped his hands at focused rage and raw power into his palms until lightning began to sprout from every direction. He had been using lightning for years, so it no longer burnt his own skin. Maxwell removed his left hand, leaving a palm-full of pure energy. He focused every bit of power into that ball of energy and stray bolts began to shoot off, striking the mystified targets.

Suddenly, the ball erupted in a flash of white light. Maxwell shielded his eyes and attempted to cut off the power source but he was overwhelmed. A bolt struck an open wound on his leg and he fell in agony. The captives were not harmed but still shocked from the bright light.

Maxwell groaned in pain and rolled over onto his back. He aimed his hands and lightnign erupted from his finger tips, charring the almost dead bodies. All but one dropped, and just in time for Jedi Master Sirithe to watch them die. He seemed even more angered. That was a good thing. Only a true Sith knew the difference between power in anger, and blindness in rage.

“So you came to watch them die? Came to see what you could not control?” Maxwell jeered.

“You... How could you do that to them.”

“Why don’t you tell me.”

Sirithe jumped down and ignited his saber. Maxwell laughed and drew his own, raising the blade to protect his injured body. Sirithe moved in menacingly until he was only a short distance away. The Jedi struck quickly, but Maxwell met it and they locked together. Being on the ground, Maxwell could not exert more effort. Sirithe kicked his wrist and the lightsaber skidded away, turning off as it rolled to a stop.

“You will die here, Sith!” Sirithe roared.

Maxwell nodded his head and lifted both hands up over his face. He focused into the force and found the last live captive, a teenaged human. Using the Force, Maxwell wrapped around the body and locked it tight, smothering the boys cries for help. Then, he lunged with every mental ounce of power.

Anticipating something more life-threatening, Sirithe struck to his side nonchalantly. He was blinded by his rage until he saw the eyes of his victim. The blade easily penetrated the fragile skin and the limp body fell to the floor.

“You’ve killed an innocent person. The next step to the dark side.”

“W-what have I done?” Sirithe asked. He seemed even more angered. “YOU! This is your fault!”

“I’m not the one who killed the boy,” Maxwell replied calmly. Sirithe was nearly lost in his rage.

“I’ll kill you! That’s what I’ll do!” Sirithe shouted again.

In a flash, Maxwell shot up and landed on his feet. He swept down with a leg and buckled Sirithe’s knees. The Jedi fell to the ground, arms at his side with his knees in the grass. Warm blood dripped onto the gentle blades of grass. Time seemed to stop as the wind died down and nothing moved. Even the leaves on the trees dared not move.

A whisper echoed from within the slight breeze that remained. It rolled in and out of each ear, taunting and tempting. “Kill him!” it said softly to the blinded men. They were gazing into each others eyes, from here only one could live. But who would it be. A single bead of blood dripped from the gash below Maxwell’s temple. It rolled down to his cheek, leaving a streaking red path.

Gazing into his enemy’s eyes, Maxwell saw a different man. No matter what had happened, Sirithe was still soft. Good on the inside. In the endless blue eyes, Maxwell could see his own face. It was cold and hardened. Even he could not read his own emotions. His green eyes blocked everyone from his thoughts.

What have I become? I’m a monster....... But this is who I am, and I cannot change that. This man before me is weak. He must die! But how? I can’t do this any more. My body is broken, I need rest more than anything. He seems more able... There’s nothing I can do. He has me beat.

Maxwell’s mind was racing. He jumped from thought to thought, side to side. One second he felt guilt, the other he felt bloodlust. Finally, he calmed his mind and made a final decision. Only one man would die after this on Pegca V. This man was neither Jedi nor Sith, friend nor foe. Merely a misguided soul in a sea of confusion. Neither of the men was on a certain side anymore. Sirithe had crossed to the dark, and Maxwell had a realization, but they still were faithful to the side they were trained to fight for. And that is what made it a fight between two men, no more no less. It was no longer a fight between sides, it had become personal. Maxwell had come to finish the job and Sirithe had come to save captives that no longer existed. And with this, the eternal silence was broken.

A snap, followed by a sharp hiss. Two lightsabers ignited before their owners. The two men danced a mystical fight as they struck to kill. One over the top, blocked. A strike from the side, blocked. A lunge, dodged. Finally, Maxwell broke the trance. He felt the dark side overwhelm him. There was nothing more that he could do. He dove in and went for the final blow.




It isn't much but you've been waiting long enough.

[Snyper]

Im still here, and still waiting on Number_1, has anyone heard anything from him?

[snoogadie.]

I haven't seen him in ages. Oh, and meathos? you still up for this or are we just forgetting about it?

[Meathos]

Continue it after the tournament? Or whenever? It'll just be for the Hell of it. The war's over.

[Pontus]

I say lets do it.

And If you want to get in touch with DM you've gotta talk to Newtype about it.

[Knux]

Yeah, there's really no point in this war seeing as nobody cares anymore.

If DM doesn't come back, Snyper gets a win for JA, as do I because LK got himself banned. I wish he hadn't though, I was actually hoping to finish the fight.

Either way, this thing's just for fun now.

[Pontus]

I emailed him telling him to MSN me or you if he wanted to keep it going.

Sirithe needs to make his kill post for me...

[snoogadie.]

Continue it after the tournament? Or whenever? It'll just be for the Hell of it. The war's over.

Yeah, just whenever, really. If you feel like it, you can make another thread in C&CW. If you cbf.

[Sirithe]

Sirithe needs to make his kill post for me...
I'd promise you about when it'll be up, but I know I won't be able to live up to it. Hopefully I'll start writing in school one day being bored or something.

[Knux]

Bump for the fights.