( ill change some things then but can i keep vaapad vaapads my fav lightsaber style?)
(I don't think sooooo...especially not with the Ankkares Sapphire in your possession... maybe not even then, unless you can justify seeking out a teacher in gameplay. Right now H.I. Starjammer's the ONLY active practitioner of vapaad who will be known to the players, or at least accessible to you guys, and he's no master...sorry. Game on!)
WAYWARD SOUL: FIRESPRAY 31-CLASS ASSAULT AND PATROL CRAFT: HYPERSPACE EN ROUTE TO CORUSCANT, ETA 35 HOURS, 58 MINUTES, AND 12 SECONDS.
One circles me still in Form III, also known as Soreshu, sulfurous yellow, and crimson red blades humming angrily.
<Smart to choose this defensive pattern. You saw how badly I defeated your counterpart using Form V's Djem So variant. Keep your defenses tight...wait...I sense someone nearby... watching?...The Satarin...> I smile.
<He wants to see me in action...perhaps even challenge me...>
"Master Starjammer, it appears to me as though you're hesitant to continue this exercise..." One asks as it moves around, while I assume a similar stance, also employing Form III.
"You talk an awful lot for a droid, don't you?" I ask, amused.
"Seeing as how I've been programmed to vocalize my deduction and critique of your form, no Master. I believe I'm communicating at optimal capacity," One says matter of factly.
"You need a mindwipe." I say as I step in to strike low with my left, while keeping the upper hand in a high guard to ward off any retaliatory strike from my droid. It doesn't come, so I strike again low, high, low, high, my blades sparkling in a dizzying wheel of attack. Both hilts separated by the chain links in my hand, I flow from Soresu back into Vapaad, twirling, spinning, and darting silvery death. I am keeping my movements random, allowing the force to flow through me from my frustration, through my arms and hands guiding my attacks so even I can't tell what I'll do next. I've seen my training sessions in holocam footage, and I know it all looks random and wild, like a frustrated child with a dangerous toy. It isn't...it's the Force, pure and simple...the joy of combat. It's the strength, and power, and the thrill. My father said the Jedi shun passion, they believe it is the path to ruin. I embrace my passion, it makes me strong for I am not Jedi.
I am Jensaari...
One lies on the floor at my feet in ruins.
<Blast...> I think <Glitch will never stop complaining about having to repair One again. I might just have to scrap it all together. I hope its memory module's still intact at least.>
Last edited by virulent_messiah (Thursday, January 3, 2008 12:17 am)
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