RPG - The Great Sith War (Page 4 of 9)

" Ah i almost had her! No matter, lets see what Jerikos got* Gustavo ran under the cover of some trees then jumped up into the highest tree with his jetpack. From there, he fixed his crosshairs on Jeriko's head and fired-

" Ugh today is not my lucky day......try dodging this!"

*missile locks onto Jawa Tog*

*Kneels down and launches the missile at it's target*

" This better work, otherwise i think I'll join the fray.....

"Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"

Gustavo activated his jetpack in an attempt to evade the hostile fire, but one shot managed to temporarily deactivate the jetpack, and a few other shots caused a huge pile of rubble to fall, and a huge cloud of dust came up into the air.

"It seems you've been left behind."
They both stood in silence, watching the aura disipate. Lightsabers switched off. It was pointless now, both of them had given up about halfway through the second half. It had been no place to duel. The two walking two feet between each other, towards the small port that held one last ship.
"Yes, it does."
TenRe, eyes open. The background a fuzzy blurb. His glasses had cracked in an explosian. Ruining the image, it wouldn't change his lens type. An important wire must have been split.
It was a derelict, small animals had begun living in the exhaust vents and everything. Two hours of work though, it was ready to take off. Either of them at peace for the time being, their lives more important than a fued or a long dead arguement. Another hour and Ten had placed his sparse possesionsonboard, informed the wookies, while Rilk collected food. His allies having left as well, the battle over. The soldiers had run off, no one to fight.  Forgetting Rilk altogether.
"You should pilot."
"I was planning on it, I don't feel like flying into a tree."
The edge was still there, slightly. Ten had managed to talk Rilk into flying after the Jawa and whoever else. Maddening to think they were working together again. Space put a new curve on it, the ship barely visible in front of them, a few moments from jumping. The signal went through, a nav chart dialed from the other ship. TenRe and Rilk followed after. It seemed fate would be having a happy time.

Meanwhile:

" Ugh.....that was way too close. Good thing the clouds of dust and smoke gave me enough cover to fire my whipcord at that bent tree......"

Gustavo slowly made his way down to the ground and looked about. It seemed the battle was over.

"Well, I guess I'm outta here then."

He walked for a while and found some sort of abandoned wookie ship. He entered, and initiated take-off.

"It's gonna take a while to get used to these controls....."

((Sorry for my late post. I had a date.))

Kita didn't trust having Jerriko behind her, frack, she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. And by judging by their sizes at opposite polar ends, she doubted she's even be able to lift him. She'd hear him out. [i/] After[i/] she'd regrouped with her friends. She followed Tog outside, Mikel and Micah standing close to her, Neesha and James asleep in Garrison's arms. Jerriko, silent as a sentinal (sp?), walked out after them.

Land was scarce on Mon Calamari, but often dramatic. They were looking out across a landscape of bloodred and black swirled together in a myriad of enertwining paterns, laced over with silver coils and memanders of tide creeks and pools. Beyond that, jagged black mountains sawed at a sky the same metallic color of the water.

"It's just salts. Formed by the volcanic activity millions of years ago," came a watery-smooth voice.

"Arakah?" Kita asked the Mon Cal behind her.

"In the aging flesh; your wounded are being cared for. Our generals and your leaders wish to speak with you and your persons. They are quite interested in that those two," intoned the light blue Mon Cal, pointing at Jerriko and Tog.

"Any chance that there's a Jedi here that could take care of these guys?" Garrison jutted his chin downward at the sleeping Younglings.

"Yes," Arakah clasped his hands together, "I will take them for a time." He handed them a datapad, "Here is where the meeting will take place."

Kita hung back and fell into step with Jerriko, "The only reason I'm alive is because of you. I thank you for that. I've kept you alive for that reason only-- plus, you're a traitor; I'm curious as to why you betrayed your precious Master. Either you are a double agent or the top kath hound has been replaced? I doubt you had an easy choice in the matter; why would the spoiled ad'ika leave his comfortable seat at his Master's feet to join the Jetii'se?" Kita was tempted to taunt the Trando, but kept her seroius tone that eroded any sense of mockery. "Come, Jerriko, our generals do not like to be kept waiting."

TenRe and Rilk had had little trouble following behind the group. No one questioned them, the force had taught each of them this lesson. It wasn't invisibility, they were clearly there. Just, no one needed to care. Cloaks covered their forms, thick wraps around the neck. Lile two vagrants who'd been lost in a sandstorm. Rilk had been persuaded to leave his war sword behind for now. Their lightsabers hidden inside deep pockets worn at the waste from a belt. They glared at each other every so often, one hand always on the clasp of the pocket.
TenRe lacked the fearsomeness or presence of a forcer, while Rilk was adept at hiding his aura-a Sith Assasin technique or something to the equivanlent- masking it. His glasses still broken he would have been stumbling without the force. Rilk seemed aware, leering every so often at the thought of it.
Inside the quarters the pair looked like twins. Their actual clothing harder to see than the matching cloaks. Even then, they remembered one thing, Morticus deserved to die. A bonding oath, forged with weak ink, he wondered how long it would actually last.
A Calamari who'd been tricked, glanced at them.
"TenRe Dian and Rilk. Jedi at your service, we're with the republic party that just came in."
The Calamari nodded, walking off. The procedings beginning around them.

The general was...anal retentive. TenRe automatically disliked the man, any number of small details burning an already short fuse. Slightly annoyed he took a moment before saying anything. At the most twenty people, maybe more sitting around the chamber behind him, and he would be responsible it seemed.
"Is there an empty encampment? I heard Sector Twelve was empty. We could easily use the space for a week or so..."
"And I'm expected to just hand it over? That area was emptied for a reason!"
TenRe dropped his glasses past his eyes. The dull color staring blankly ahead. Barely moving, it was all too fuzzy to try.
"Yea, your Fifth division was wiped in half and sent to Kashyyk. I don't see a problem, I am the commander of the Fifth after all."
The general snarled slightly, bringing up the rosters. Sure enough, Ten's image was clearly visible.
"Move along then, expect a carrier in the next few standard hours. I don't have time to deal with this."
TenRe talked it over with Kita, he didn't mention that the fifth was famous for electrical problems among other things...view of the ice blue water was fantastic if he remembered right.
"Alright, we'll heal up and head out."

* trasmission to Darth Morticious*

" Am I needed, master?"

"It's beautiful; isn't it?" Kita asked, walking up behind the Jawa called Tog. He had jumped up on the railing and was staring out of into the distance. It had been a long time since she'd set foot on a peaceful planet. It felt blasphemous(sp?) for her boots to dirty the planet. She felt tempted to search for her sister Mando, a Twi'lek, Nekalah, her half-brother Daylis, the Wookiee who'd taken her in, Rranorrock, and a million others. But, she felt obligied to repay the Jawa, Tog, his debt.

<Wanna learn?> she gestured out to the open sea. <I'll teach ya.>

"Kita!" called a familiar Jedi Healer voice, "We haven't the time! And I still don't know what's going on!"

"Yes, Father," she called back, a slight tone of mocking in her voice. <I promise I'll teach you how to swim after we get settled. Stay near the shallows if you go in. Don't want to lose you.>

Darth Malificus
race yuhzan vong/sith
class: Sith Lord
allince: sith
weapons: 2 lightsabers that have are double bladed same size as regular can turnnswitch to have it become a lightwip or combine to become staff saber or light chuks crystals black saber crystal and a kaibur crystal shard and a adgean crystal in each
personal light saber single blade with the end were the end protrudes looks like the head of a dragon made of krayt dragon fang produces a blade like red sword
POWERS:destruction orb
Storm
death field
History:During the great sith war the very last true pure blooded sith are on the brink of extinction  some yuhzahn vong expolers stumbled on them at yavin 4 and mixed the species giving birth of darth malifcus. malificus was sent to the sith acadmey on korriban quickly seeing his powers 
Darth revan made him his left hand man malifcus was stationed as govener on rakta prime during the expolsion of the star forge when it happend   he was driven into stasis he awoke in 2000bby seeking to  give birth to an new sith empire so he scoured rakata for the blue prints for the star forge and discoverd updaeted and rebuilt the star forge and is now Darth Banes right hand man the first thing the star forge made was his Cyber netic dragon freind
serpentera it was body was made of metal but malifcus imbued it with the soul of a great demonic dragon of long past
Sepentera stats
weapons:20 quad turbolaser cannons evenly placed among it
w-165 planetary turbolaser on the end 
and in the mouth is the main gun of the sun crusher

I really dont want to take the time to read this hole thread whats going on?