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| Darth Valec | Dec 16 2007, 06:30 PM Post #1 |
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The dark night on the planet of Dathomir exploded in commotion as the skies shone with bright green and yellow lights. The aurora borealis that had created itself on the equator was abnormal even to this planet, and even more was the increasing feeling of fear on the surroundings. The beasts, both big and small scurried away as soon as the phenomena began and they still fled to the caves at the ends of the valley. Up in the sky a vortex opened and as if ink had been dropped into water, a dark purple aura began to zip out of the hole. Then what looked like a cocoon fell out and plunged towards the groun like a rock. Before it could hit the ground it opened up and black wings made out of pure energy extended fifteen feet as a whole and began to flap to stop the desend. As the creature came to a dead stop two feet above the ground the vortex closed and the wings disipated. The creature was covered in a black tunic that was made of both a solid and a liquid structure, the face of the being was white as the moon, and so was his hair. His hands moved out of the tunic and as he raised his head to take a deep breath he dropped the remaining two feet and his uncovered feet touched the ground. It felt good to breath again... |
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| Cinaed | Dec 16 2007, 07:15 PM Post #2 |
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This is what I traded my innocence for.
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Let me play for you my song. The Echani warrior walked the planet of Dathomir, following the lights in the sky. The greens, yellows, and blues looked so beautiful over the windy barrens. But it was more than just a lightshow for Cinaed, who saw more with his Kontoueiseki. Dressed rather traditionally in a dark grey Jinbei top, with matching umanori hakami to cover his legs. On his feet he wore a pair of tabi-boots. His ankles were wrapped up to midshin, and his arms were both wrapped from palms up to his biceps. The black fiber of his Echo battle suit could be seen beneath his outfit, and he was topped with a short cloak that loomed from over his shoulders down to his hips.. His head was covered in a wide straw hat, casting a shadow over his face. Yet even from under the shadow, could be seen his eyes. Sparked to life with the Kontoueiseki, they weaved intricate patterns of blue and purple, the beauty of which could surpass that of the aurora borealis. From a mile away, once could become lost in its gaze. Watch as I weave you into my dance. The wind picked up, and the grasses fell backwards against it, succumbing to the power that had just been reborn. It was happening now, and Cinaed was glad he had made it already. With his Kontoueiseki he had been watching it happen for a while now. Infact, ever since the fateful day when the Dark Lord of the Sith was banished from this galaxy by the young Echani's master. Casted away, Valec was, far from the minds of the Sith and the Jedi. Far from the love of his wife and his unborn child, yet there was one who could still see him, and one who had watched the day he came back over and over again. Two wakazashi styled sith swords were crossed on his back, and a katana hung visibly from his left hip. And along the very same belt there were several lightsabers, all of his weapons locked to his body by his own presence. Cinaed's left hand fell down to the hilt of the sword on the matching hip, and he placed his thumb behind the tsuba. With a clicking sound, he flicked out his thumb, and an inch or so of the blade was revealed. A dark wind blew as the Echani opened his mouth to speak. "Lord Valec," He said, barely more than a whisper. However, it seemed to travel across the whole of the planet, and then further throughout the galaxy. His eyes sparkled like jewels, casting an unexisting light. The act of squinting seemed to radiate the whole of his presence. "I was wondering when you'd return." Just give me the chance to show you. Cinaed immediately broke out into a run. He had no idea how this would turn out, but he felt compelled to find out. An electrical spark seemed to generate itself around his body, shooting his presence even further towards the Dark Lord. His right hand soon found the hilt of his sword, yet it remained sheathed. |
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| Darth Valec | Dec 17 2007, 08:23 PM Post #3 |
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The chilling air blew against his skin, his hands resting on his sides, long fingernails that were sharp and strong as steel, and a flowing movement that carried him around as he moved in a circle. The creature moved around as he tried to get accustomed to his body once again, when suddenly he heard the call. His name had been spoken and by a non stranger. Turning to face the one who had said his mortal name, he saw the white Echani in a run towards him. His hand having moved already towards his sword and ready to draw it. As the Lord watched this, his right hand moved forward with his palm up, as if in an old salute, but instead of lowering his body, a bright purple light came to life on the palm of his hand and a five feet long sword made out of solid force was created. As he grasped it, the Echani was upon him and the lightning emanating from his body illuminated the area. In one single movement the Lord moved the blade in a semicircle downward from right to left, and stopped just at a perfect forty five degree angle from shoulder to hip, his left hand opened wide with fingers spread pointing at the incoming Echani. The dark side of the force was flowing freely on the area, the vortex although it had closed, it was still providing him with power, a source that was so vast, that even he knew not of its ends. ’Cinaed, the young but not less dangerous Echani, your presence is welcomed.’ The words of the Lord were heard around, yet his lips did not move. His return had taken its toll on his body. |
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| Cinaed | Dec 17 2007, 09:05 PM Post #4 |
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This is what I traded my innocence for.
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Cinaed moved with such subtle grace and quickness, that it seemed his movements must have been aided by the force, however it was no more than pure physical conditioning. His legs pumped himself effortlessly across the field as the Dark Lord turned to see him, and with a blade of what could only be distinguished as Force Energy, slashed towards him. However Cinaed acted with all the reflexes of an Echani warrior. Tapping further into the force, he planted his right foot barely a foot away from the Dark Lord's base, and opened his mind to the force. Activating an instantaneous burst of Force Speed, the Echani seemed to late, as the blade of force energy slached through his body. Or did it? Appearing about fourty-five degrees clockwise of the blade, the Echani had move so quickly, it seemed that his image had remained in place. The Force Speed technique had concentrated all of its value in one single movement, providing no more between the Echani's new position and old position than a spark of electricity, as if he had channeled his own body through the electricity. And then, utilyzing movements of the ancient Bladedancer Clan, the muscles in his right arm tensed as he drew the sword in one quick motion, aiming to slice the Dark Lord from right to left hip. This was the begining of his clans ultimate techniques: The Birthing Butterfly Blade. |
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| Darth Valec | Dec 18 2007, 08:52 PM Post #5 |
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The Lord watched as the young Echani misunderstood his stance and thought he was attacking, when in fact he had set himself in a defencive position. Once Cinaed had sumited himself to the force, the Lord was capable to pick up his movement as if he had fought against a turrent of water. Having been encased within the force for so long, and having been able to break free from its grip thought you some new tricks. As Cinaed released his attack the Lord shifted his weight to his left leg and moved his right one back, by doing this the blade that was already at a defencive position came on the way of the attacking one. To increase the power on his defence, the Lord moved his left hand behind his own blade and with an explotion of power, he released a sharp but powerful burst of energy into the back of the blade, he did this just as the blades were colliding. As the burst of energy hit his blade this one covered the millimeters that were left faster than sound, and as they touched not only sparks but an electromagnetic field was created. This one died away just as fast as it was created. The Lord knew that this was not a fight were his opponent would move back to plan another attack. He was an Echani, and apprentice to the one that had sealed him away into the force. They were prepared and knew what to do for the next ten moves for each attack. This is what made a fight worth fighting. Not waiting for a responce, the Lord drove his sword on the ground and upon contact the a negative vibration readiated ten feet in diameter, as he released the blade he moved back, his non physical clothing trailing behind him as he seemed to glide back out of the radious of the negative vibration. If exposed for too long, a force sensitive could be severed from the force for life, and it could also kill you. As he cleared the area the blade seemed to melt and began to glow. An explotion was not far ahead. |
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| Cinaed | Dec 19 2007, 10:01 AM Post #6 |
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This is what I traded my innocence for.
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The former Dark Lord was correct about the Echani, and so knew that it would not be this easy to get rid of Cinaed, who was ready to perform the next step of his dance by the time Valec had even moved. As the burst of energy shot down the blade, Cinaed activated another of his Force Bursts, avoiding the blade and following the Dark Lord as he moved back. Cinaed seemed to ignore the chance that his Force Connection could be severed, instead deciding it a waste of movement by the Dark Lord. He was not as attatched to the Force as were others, and saw it only as a means to improve his melee ability. And the Echani continued forward, his Hauringu Kobura drawing energy from the shortlived electromagnetic field, immediately spiking its Energy Level to the point where the energy felt hot against Cinaed's skin. His hat fell from his head in the comotion, lifting into the wind and flying off like a dark raven into the night sky. Following the Dark Lord forward, he cleared the gathering of Negative Force Energy, and once again took forth with the swing of his blade, this one attempting to catch the Dark Lord's left shoulder and withdraw from his left hip. This whole time, Cinaed felt exhilerated, only further increasing his deadliness. The battle flowed through Cinaed as quickly as it unfolded, every muscle reacted the way it was trained to react during his lifetime, and so his reactions were near instantaneous, especially with the addition of his Kontoueiseki, which could be argued to show him the battle before it even began by Echani Lore. |
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| Darth Valec | Feb 11 2008, 08:32 PM Post #7 |
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The movement backwards had given the Lord enough time to not only feel but see the Echani approach. As Cinaed made his move, the sword of dark energy behind him exploded. The light shone as bright as a star, this nevertheless did not bothered the Lord, instead he moved his right hand up and a wall of rock rose from the ground in between them. The Lord felt the blade colliding before the sound even made it to him. As this took place, the Dark one placed his other hand on the rock and sent strigns of disturbance inside, this made the particles to accelerate their vibration way beyond control and thus making them explode forward as if a missile had made contact with them. The Lord was moved back by the counter blast and he glided back and up into the skies, rising to about fifty feet beyond the smoke to see how the Echani had reacted. OOC: Sorry for the crapy post and for not posting before. Been busy with work. |
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| Cinaed | Feb 11 2008, 08:56 PM Post #8 |
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This is what I traded my innocence for.
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OOC: No problem, I know how it is. IC: Cinaed's eyes widened as his sword collided with the wall of rock, slicing almost two inches into it. Pulling it free, he let his Kontoueiseki read the signs of the battle, and could see the Dark lord place his hand on the wall. Leaping upwards with a small Force Jump, he landed atop the wall, and just as it exploded, he unleashed one of his instantaneous bursts of speed, and jumped high into the air. He waited at the pinnacle of his leap, having been little more than a hardly visible blur as he leapt from the wall. He already calculated the projectory of the Dark Lord's flight, knew where he would be next. And so, seeming to rain from a cloud, his sword came down toward's the Dark Lord's very skull, the only indication of his presence above the Dark Lord was the beautiful singing of his blade, which carried along with the events of the battle pleasantly. |
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