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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 13, 2012 22:28:27 GMT -8
"Ooo Aren't we forceful!"
Marekis did as he asked. For now he must play his game till he was in a suitable position.
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Post by Jedi on Feb 13, 2012 22:43:29 GMT -8
The Ithorian stopped a yard away from his foe. He felt greatly uneasy...like this fight was not over just yet. Still, he had to subdue his opponent. "Stay where you are" he garbled," I may not be the strongest of warriors, but the Force runs strong enough in me...I will put up a barrier around you. You will rise only when I tell you to."
He shut his eyes and focused. Drawing on the energy in himself and from all round him.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 13, 2012 22:48:15 GMT -8
Marekis didn't like the sound of that at all.
"On second thought, this was a sucky plan!"
He darted forward ready to use his tools for the first time.
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Post by Jedi on Feb 13, 2012 22:53:39 GMT -8
The Ithorian's eyes snapped open as his opponent sprang up. Startled, he raised his lightsaber in defense. He tried to use the energy he had been gathering to push his opponent back instead, but it was too late- his concentration was broken and nothing but a light breeze was produced. As his enemy fell upon him he sucked in another quick swallow of air.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 13, 2012 22:57:15 GMT -8
Marekis brought his new blades out and brought them forward in one big stab forward.
lord I hope this works.
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Post by Jedi on Feb 13, 2012 23:12:05 GMT -8
The Ithorian Opened his mouth to release another seismic bellow. But only a small...faint sigh came out.
All at once he was crumpling to the ground and the smell of burned flesh wafted through his sensory organs. His lightsaber deactivated and fell from his hand- landing in a light tink as it clattered to the ground before him. As he lay quickly dying he beheld it in the dimming light. The polished wooden pommel reminded him of home, of his family, friends and fellow Jedi, his master and teacher. His entire life lay before him- fallen just out of reach...
With eyes teary and quickly growing dark, but no more fear in his heart he reached.......
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 13, 2012 23:32:59 GMT -8
"Nope! I need this!"
Marekis snatched up the saber from the poor sleemo before he had a chance too grab it.
"Ahhhh sweet lord I love my job..."
The firrereo rummaged through his things. Not a lot to scream over but it would have to do. He took the Jedi's cloak and threw it over his blood spattered clothes.
"You know," He spoke to his bleeding victim "I can almost understand why you were a Jedi. I mean come on. These digs here! UN. Believable."
Marekis walked back over to him, and stepping over his handy work, and looked him dead in the eye as he saw him fading away. It would have to do.
"So you got a family buddy?"
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Post by Jedi on Feb 13, 2012 23:44:42 GMT -8
In his last conscious moment the Ithorian's eyes Shot wide open.
No... his dying thought.
He felt fear- panic- and then nothing.
The last of his breath fluttered softly out of his mouths like a falling cloth. The Jedi's body did not disappear. It could not.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 13, 2012 23:49:08 GMT -8
Watching the body go limp was the favorite part of the kill. He shrugged an smiled. He got what he came for and that's all that mattered at this point. These small little details would help him pull off the biggest performance of his life. He walked back to his ship, practicing how to "Walk like a Jedi" and looked back at his victim. You weren't a waste of time after all...
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