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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2012 23:46:31 GMT -5
Fearlessness, Darkness, Power, Hate. These were the emotions that fueled him, reveled in the power of the Dark Side. A Force to be reckoned with. He was all but unstoppable. Trained on a lost world in secrecy. He was a powerful tool of destruction. Many feared him. Others hated him. Trylon Kard was considered a powerful foe in the Clone Wars.
He sat meditating in a control room. Bodies of clones and Jedi were around him, as he had infiltrated a Republic Flagship. The Dark Side flowed through him. He opened his eyes as they were revealed as the eerie red and yellow colors of the Sith. He had sensed several presences approaching.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2012 23:54:55 GMT -5
There was nothing but the sound of his boots against the floor.
Death was everywhere, and for once, he wasn't really fond of it. It was disgusting to see the bodies mutilated and left to rot in the middle of space.
The clones were parts of Jango... therefore a part of him, and while Bev didn't really care about which side was winning, it was his brother's sons that made him cringe.
The control room would probably the best place to start looking. He had attached his ship and entered mainly out of curiousity. He wanted to know what happened, then perhaps make somesort of reasoning with it.
He continued down the hallway confidently, taking in his surroundings.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 0:03:19 GMT -5
Trylon sensed the presence getting closer and closer. He stood as he rested his hand on his lightsaber, waiting for his prey to come to him. A dark smirk crossed Trylon's face. He would show this fool the power of the Dark Side, a power that was feared by many.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 0:09:55 GMT -5
Bev stopped moving, his inner sence comign into play. What the heck was thinking?! He trained the Mandalorian army, and here he was walking about in a ghost ship. Stupid. He scowled at himself as the lights in the ship flickered.
He slowly drew a pistol, a bad feeling beginning to creep up his spine.
He turned around the corner, seeing the doors to the control room.
Most likely where 'what ever it was' was waiting.
Scowling, he drew pack a few paces, hiding behind the corner do wait and see if it comes out.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 0:15:12 GMT -5
Growing impatient, Trylon gathered the Force within his hands, and pushed outward. The doors to the control room had then exploded as there was now a large blasted hole in the doorway. The Sith called his lightsaber to his hand as he then saw his opponent. He then said in a dark and sinister voice, "You will die by my hand!" Trylon slowly stalked toward his foe, he held his lightsaber behind his back, in a Sith Shien Style.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 0:26:51 GMT -5
In the name of all that was holding this floating pile of junk, thank the gods for Mandalorian Iron armor! As his gift for becoming an instructor, Bev now had Mandolorian Iron armor. The rare expensive metal was pure genius when it came to deflecting anything, and that meant anything.
He didn't move, but instead with a rather flat expressions spoke.
"So you're the one who did this?"
He never lowered his guard. He may be protected from the lightsabers for a while, but by the looks on this individual's face, he was not someone to play aroudn with. Perhaps there was a way to calm him down and get somekind of conversation.
"Can't deny the fact you seem like quite the impressive dral darjetii..."
((OOC: dral= pronounced 'draal' meaning strong and powerful
darjetii= pronounced 'dar-JAY-tee' meaning sith))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 1:24:14 GMT -5
Trylon didn't answer the Mandalorian, instead, he charged for him, slashing and delivering deadly blows with his lightsaber, moving at an alarming fast speed with his strikes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2012 16:39:50 GMT -5
Bev's eyes narrowed. The darjetii held his jetii'kad backwards, striking mostly with upward strikes and diagonal ones. That left the opposing side and direct from the top attacks difficult to block. His cable wouldn't do much good around the wrists, that was one thing for sure.
Whoever it was, was good, there was no doubt about that... as well as pissed off.
Time to take a risk.
He slid into a defensive stance. Jango had given him hundreds of tips on killing jedi; some of them actually providing to be useful. They all came back to him now, and he grinned with dark pleasure.
The lightsaber came, and Bev made quick to deal with it. His arm thrusted forward to block, the weapon hitting the Mandolorian Iron with a screech and a small shower of surprised sparks. His opposite leg however, came up and around at the unprotected side, aiming for the ribs.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2012 17:25:10 GMT -5
It was then that Trylon slammed his fist into the ground, as he sent a blast of powerful Force Energy toward his opponent. He had combined his Force blast with Dark Side Lightning, as this would cause more damage.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2012 21:14:49 GMT -5
Bev felt his shin connect his opponent in triumph. He snatched his leg bag, preparing for another when he saw a strike forming. Not for him, but for the ground. This was a bad thing.
'Haar'chak!' Was the first thing that came to mind as he jumped back in preparation. What he saw blew him away, almost literally.
The lightning sparkled across the floor, angry forks leaping into the air. Bev's jetpack activated as he leapt into the air. He rocketed as high up as he could, aiming for the ceiling to avoid the forking lightning.
The force blast caused him to spin, and thereofre he failed in avoiding the blast. Electricity rippled across his armor, sending shocks through his body.
"Aaaauuuuggghhh!!" He yowled, cutting the power in his jetpack and landing on his knees. He fell to his hands panting, feeling all the hairs on his body stand on end. His mind and heart basicly freaked, pumping a mile and hour and making the world seem a little fuzzy.
Hauling himself to his feet, he drew a pistol and fired lazy bolts. 'Sur'ar, haar'chak! Olaror bat, sur'ar!' He screamed at himself, taking closer aim. He fired again, and again.
((Sur'ar (focus)
Haar'chak (Damn it)
Olaror bat (come on) ))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2012 23:31:49 GMT -5
Trylon saw the Mandalorian fire Blaster bolts at him. Trylon effortlessly deflected each bolt back at the Mandalorian using his lightsaber. He then used the Force as he made a fist, calling upon the Dark Side, in an attempt to choke the life out of his opponent.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2012 16:12:39 GMT -5
Dodging bullets was no problem, but the moment the air constricted against his throat Bev knew he was in trouble. Immediately he started taking as long and deep breaths as he could. Might as well preserve what air he could get.
He fought down panic, summoning more of his courage. He showed no fear, despite the warnings his brain signaled to him.
His jet pack activated yet again, sending the Mandolorian rocketing forward to his opponent. Hopefully this random outburst would distract him long enough for Bev to make a few hits, force or not.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2012 17:47:52 GMT -5
Trylon managed to push the Mandalorian back with Force Push as he then threw his lightsaber. The crimson blade managed to slash across the Mandalorian's jetpack, causing it to explode.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2012 23:16:38 GMT -5
Bev felt the tension on his neck release, thank goodness for that. Unfortunately, it was pushing him away. The jetpack hissed from the effort of fighting, then gave up. The force was just too great. His body did a few barrel roles, then he was thrown to the ground.
Kablam.
The one thing Bev loved most in his life was destroyed; flight. Pissed off, he stood while clenching his teeth. The Mandolorian slid into a defensive stance; ready.
The sith had thrown his lightsaber, and it was second instinct to snatch it.
His fingers extended forward, the magnetic devices in his gloves activation and drawing the metal of the hilt to him. Thank heavens for Jango's gifts.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2012 23:36:03 GMT -5
Trylon smirked, "You think you have defeated me?! FOOL!!" The Sith shot his hands up, as he then unleashed a blast of Force Lightning from his hands. He attempted to shock the Mandalorian, in order to retrieve his lightsaber.
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