Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek saw 09 take the electricity about as well as his brother would, causing every muscle in his body to tense. There wasn't anything he could do to help his mechanical brother that he knew of, other than getting electrocuted himself, which wasn't ideal. Luckily Why'nn stopped electrocuting him almost as quickly as she started. He was about to sigh in relief, until 09's blaster pistol floated into Why'nn's grasp. With a snap, he used the Force to turn the blaster's safety on, fairly certain she didn't know where the safety was and how to turn it off. Then he walked over to Why'nn and pulled the blaster out of her mouth, shaking his head. He didn't look angry or disappointed, just tired.
 
Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Why'nn let out a scream of frustration when the blaster refused to go off.  She didn't fight when Zerek took it away, knowing very well that she had no way of making it fire.  He looked tired.  She was tired.  She certainly didn't want to deal with the HK unit anymore, however.  Perhaps, if he spoke again, she'd snap again.  If she snapped... would she come back next time?  Fear ruled her mind at the thought.  Who would she become?  Her mother?  The monster?  ...Who?  She wanted to cry, but she refused to do it in front of the droid.  "Just get us to Hoth," she whispered, looking away from Zerek.
 
Hoth (Orbit)

Zakut was taking a nap on the bridge of his XS light freighter, in Hoth's orbit. He'd been there for a while, letting his ship drift. He was running from a group of people he owed money that he just couldn't afford to pay. He couldn't lie, a ship like his wouldn't look right floating in the orbit of a planet so far in the outer rim. He was planning on moving as soon as he got there so he could start making random jumps, but he fell asleep instead when he came out of hyperspace. He hoped he wasn't found for the time being. He heard an alarm go off. It was one he set to wake up him in-case he slept too long. It left him scared, and afraid for a few seconds before he realized what it was. He groggily sat up in his worn out chair, and slammed his fist on a red button on his alarm clock, and looked out of the front of the ship, being met with a white-blue icy planet.  He was at Hoth. He was too tired to recognize it at first, and he had heard rumors of something happening here. Maybe he could find something worth value.

Zakut got out of his chair, stretching. "Cthn rulyen stka wen!" Which could translate too 'That's great!', roughly. He walks towards the ladder that takes him to a small room that was outfitted with leather couches, carpet made from the finest Nerf fur, and fluorescent lights. He won this ship in a bet which he cheated in. It was worth it, too. Ship had a class 0.7 hyperdrive, which was expensive and hard to come by. The ship was fast too, one of the fastest models to exist in the galaxy. He yawned, walking through the room through a door which led him to the engine room. He felt the hyperdrive. It was warm to the touch, but it wasn't hot. 'Perfect'. He thought, walking back and taking the ladder back up to the bridge. Zakut plopped back down into his chair and started the engines of the ship, and started diving towards Hoth's atmosphere. 'Treasure awaits.'

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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
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Yag'Dhul


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 was still for a long moment , the only indication he was still active was his photoreceptors shifting to a sharp Crimson. His damage-wracked systems repaired themselves in a frantic rush , able to make true progress with the excess electricity vanished from his systems. When the droid did rise to his feet , it was in the ponderously slow fashion of an injured being , belying his currently less-than-optimal condition. The dull-silver droid stood with an altogether bowed frame - anyone acquainted with his model of droid wound realize he needed to shut down to repair himself. In spite of this , his right arm arduously rose , the implanted blaster springing forth a moment later. Both the blaster and his gaze was directed at the Sith Girl. Whether he was unwilling or simply unable to fire was unclear -though it possibly had something to do with the scarcely discernible static issuing from his vocabulator. 
 
YAG'DHUL


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek nodded solemnly in confirmation. He would most certainly get them to the ice ball as soon as circumstances would allow, and really just wanted to be drunk and/or asleep. However, when 09 rose up and aimed his hidden gun at Why'nn, Zerek stepped in between them, knowing that the droid would rather not fire on him. He spoke to his mechanical brother with a calm and even voice, trying to get him to shut down and repair himself. "09, listen to me. Please just go into repair mode and fix yourself up. You will have someone you can kill later, I promise, just fix yourself. I don't want to see you get shocked again, just stand down." Zerek just wanted everything to calm down and get to Hoth, then maybe he could get some peace.
 
Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@HK Fifty


Delrick moved with his shove, which had it been a Force Push would have sent the droid flying a few metres. Allowing the Jedi to use a Force assisted front flip round out to get to the other side of the opponent and strike. But since it wasn't the Grey Jedi leapt forward and twisted in mid-air, attempting to let the blade tip lightly scrape along the back of the assassin's back plating as he fell. Delrick landed near the head of his sparring partner, his feet having just found the deck plates as the droid rolled over; Delrick's blade out wide but sweeping in for a cut to the neck of 01. With his right arm, and therefore sword, out wide he stood over the prone droid, without the Force to aid him and no armour to defend him the Grey Jedi was open to attack for a few seconds. 


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Hoth Orbit (cloaked)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 could do little to stop the shallow cut to his upper back plating , the Gray Jedi's blade exposing a line of silver from beneath the ebony coating. When he rolled over and saw Delrick's extended arm (and blade , though the fact there was a blade in it mattered less than it's extension) slicing down towards him , he knew exactly what he was going to do. The Class-Four droid dropped his own blade immediately , both hands shooting out to grab the man's forearm. From there he'd try to use all his momentum to roll himself to the right , taking his sparring partner with him. If it went as he planned it to , it'd leave Oh-One pinning the former Jedi with his own body weight , his right arm holding the human's at the wrist - thereby leaving the sword it held useless - and his left-forearm knife pointed underneath the organic's throat. If it didn't succeed , however , the metallic being would be almost entirely open to attack - but after all , it was a desperate , all-or-nothing counter from a combat droid so close to being bested once more. 


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Yag'Dhul


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 reluctantly lowered his right arm as his Fleshsack brother interposed himself. The implanted blaster slid back into its compartment as well - though it failed to recede fully , which left the small section of plating that normally covered it ajar. As Zerek spoke the dull-silver droid listened , though with what seemed to be growing irritation. When he did respond , it was once again with low , mechanical static. However , this time one paying enough attention could discern two words - 'superiority' and 'fine' , both in a flat monotone (likely all his vocabulator could express in his current , damaged state). Immediately after he turned around and slowly shuffled off for the main hold , giving a Crimson-hued glare to the Sith Girl as he did so. Provided he wasn't halted , Oh-Nine would arrive at his destination more than a minute later , after which he'd practically collapse into one of the chairs and enter repair mode - which in and of itself would approximately take 14 minutes. 
 
Yag'Dhul


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


With the droid finally out of the room, Why'nn hugged herself and began to cry again. She didn't say anything to Zerek, but the waves of hopelessness and utter loneliness pouring off of her was likely enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Now all she wanted was death, something she was unlikely going to be granted. Somewhere in her mind Sanguina seemed to try and reassure her, but the words were so faint she couldn't make them out. What a strange thing to happen. This personality was usually do selfish and bloodthirsty. However, Sanguina did take over then.


As gold turned to red, Sanguina sat up, uncharacteristically somber. "I know you don't want to talk to me, Zerek, but she's too sad right now and she needs to sleep. I don't know where my master is and I'm not going to break things." She sighed. Was it a trick of the light or did she, too, look quite tired? "I don't like how you keep tricking me. It's annoying. But we should get to Daddy."
 
YAG'DHUL-EN ROUTE TO HOTH


@folclor @HK Fifty


Seeing 09 finally leave the bridge to fix himself up got Zerek to sigh in relief as he walked over to the console and finished entering their route to Hoth. He began running the pre-flight checks as Sanguina spoke up. After checking her eyes for confirmation, he tensed up, not ready to trust the other personality. He turned back to the console and continued running pre-flight checks as he spoke, the irritation in his voice made obvious. "Well the first time we 'met' you tried to kill me, and the second you implied that you were going to kidnap me. I think I was within my rights to pull a fast one." He finished his checks and started up the ship, taking off and flying off the planet and towards Hoth.
 
En Route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


"You told me you just wanted to talk to Why'nn.  Then I wasn't in control again until I was on Daddy's ship."  She pouted, crossing her arms.  "And I only said I wanted to kidnap you because you're cute.  But that's in the past.  Now, because of Old Mommy, I can't walk and that droid you're friends with wants to kill Why'nn.  He insulted us!  He's mean.  Anyway, at least we'll get to see Daddy and 01.  01 gives nice hugs, you know?  He's sweet.  Not like your friend."  Sanguina thought a moment.  "I don't think 01 would like getting stabbed.  I don't think I'll stab him."


Korriban


@TommyGun15


With her apprentice healing and her thoughts more toward figuring out were the late Manara's brat wandered off to, she found herself watching the acolytes.  The one she'd brought in was good, for his age, at least, but he didn't hold her attention.  No, the boy using a distinctly defensive strategy did.  She watched to see the outcome.  Was it just her or did he almost fight like a Jedi?
 
HYPERSPACE - EN ROUTE TO HOTH


@folclor @HK Fifty


As Zerek's stolen Defender exited Yag'dhul's orbit and jumped into hyperspace, he sighed and relaxed a little in his chair. Unfortunately, it seemed like Sanguina was going to stay out for the foreseeable future. 'Just great. I swear, 09 needs to learn when to shut up before he makes things complicated again.' He was aware that he could mind trick her to get Why'nn back in control, but at this point she wasn't a danger to his life. Just an annoyance. "09 is an... acquired taste. Takes some getting used to." When she mentioned 01's hugs, Zerek remembered when the skittish bot nearly broke his ribs with one. "I have been on the receiving end of one, I am aware." At her thoughts on stabbing, he turned to face her with a look of slack-jawed confusion. "Of course he wouldn't, no one likes being stabbed. It hurts. A lot." He didn't quite know what her explanation of stabbing equals good things would entail, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it.
 
Hyperspace - En Route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Sanguina looked to him, surprised.  "It does?"  She frowned and considered what he said.  "I... I really like it but... it hurts?  Really?  It hurts?"  It took a while for that to sink in.  "I thought people liked it...  I wouldn't stab Daddy if I knew he didn't like it..."  She seemed to deflate.  "I'm sorry..."
 
Hoth [ White Maw Pass ]

Zakut slowly touched down in a canyon on Hoth, the landing gear springing out of the bottom of the ship and groaning as the ship landed. He half thought the very ground itself would crack and shatter, and he'd be stuck down in a hole, on a frozen planet with a ship that most likely wouldn't have survived the fall. That entire scenario would've meant death. He tried not to focus on it, if he did, he might've left the entire planet completely in fear of many scenarios playing out in his head, most likely all ending with death. He had something to do here, and he'd probably freeze if he stayed outside too long with no covering. But what he was looking for shouldn't have been too far away. "Ittu.." He spoke to himself, getting out of his chair and walking towards the ladder. 

Zakut had picked up some rumors in a bar that there was some sort of Sith temple that was some where east of the Glacial Fissure on Hoth. He hadn't been too specific, but he knew it was somewhere in this canyon. He just hoped he was close to it, and that if anything valuable was there, it'd be easy to get. He stood at the cargo bay of the ship, facing the entry ramp. He walked over to the wall, grabbing onto a lever and pulling down on it, watching slowly as the ramp lowered itself after making a hissing noise. The cold wasn't like anything he'd ever felt. He thought he turn into ice and shatter before even walking outside. That thought made him want to fly away, but he quickly dismissed it and took his first step into the snow, listening to the crunch the snow made beneath his feet. He felt his waist, just to make sure his DT-12 was still in its holster, which it was. It was illegally modified, the barrel sight had been removed, and apparently that was illegal for whatever reason. He did it to facilitate his fast-draw. He looked around the frozen whiteness ahead of him. The wind was calm for a planet that had made it in instinct, like blinking, to have blizzards and violent snowstorms. He couldn't feel his fingers, but he didn't mind it. It was nothing. He wasn't in danger until he could feel ice forming under his scales. He began to walk off into a random direction hoping that he'd stumble across what he was looking for.
 
HYPERSPACE - EN ROUTE TO HOTH


@folclor @HK Fifty


To say Zerek was still confused was an understatement. His mind was still trying to process that she had been taught that stabbing in any form was good. He stayed silent for a few moments simply trying to comprehend this idea she thought was true. "I... just... how do you come to learn that people like getting stabbed? Most people are going to disagree with you on that point." Although he noticed her change in posture, there was a morbid curiosity on how exactly she had come to learn that stabbing was a nice thing to do.
 
Korriban


@folclor


With another flourish of his blade, Costa sent an acolyte's lightsaber spinning across the floor.  He used the momentum to knock aside the weapon of a second acolyte, following up with a palm thrust to the chest.  The second acolyte fell to the ground as Costa spun around to defend himself from the third acolyte, who'd tried to sneak up behind him.


Honestly, these Sith acolyte's were far too predictable.  All attack, no defense.  Then again, from what he'd seen that seemed to be the standard among the Sith.  Or maybe he'd just been stuck with the incompetent ones?  Either way, this was by no means a difficult fight, definitely not worth putting in his report.  Costa blocked the third acolyte's flurry of blind swings and countered with a roundhouse kick that knocked his opponent unconscious.  He turned back to the first acolyte, who'd just retrieved his weapon from the floor.  Costa didn't even bother blocking the clumsy charge, sidestepping and driving his knee into the acolyte's stomach.  He deactivated his lightsaber as the last of his opponents crumpled to the ground.





Meanwhile, there was a slight problem in Dargas's training room.  After vaulting over his last opponent and pulling the young acolyte's arm in a direction it probably wasn't meant to bend, the instructor for the group walked in.  Dargas, still suffering a bit of adrenaline blindness, made the error of thinking the instructor was a new opponent.  Though the instructor was easily able to use the force to catch the vibroknife Dargas hurled at his chest, the middle-aged warrior was a bit too slow to block the fist that came swinging at his face.  Dargas tried to follow up with a swipe of his vibroknife, but the instructor dodged and hurled Dargas across the room with a Force Push.  Before he could get up a few security droid's rushed in and shocked Dargas into submission with riot control weapons.  The instructor growled, wiping away a bit of blood that ran from the corner of his mouth before he turned and stormed out of the room.
 
Hoth [ Sadow'een Temple ]

Zakut reached a very large cave entrance. He was freezing, his entire body numb. He felt like just collapsing in the snow and lying there, hoping to warm up. The winds around the area picked up a decent bit, threatening to knock Zakut down at every step. Earlier he found himself passing a large, white hairy creature eating something. It was probably a native monster. Despite Zakut not blending in with his blue scales and bright orange thin jacket, he wasn't noticed. The cave entrance made him feel weird, like a tugging sensation in his stomach trying to pull him into the cave. For a moment, he thought he heard something - no, someone calling his name. As if in a trance, he walked into the cave entrance.

As he entered, he was immediately filled with warmth. It was strange, not like a campfire warmth, but, something like relief, relaxation. He felt like he was meant to be here, and it didn't feel right; it unsettled him. 'Maybe I stepped into some sort of trap that could make me spontaneously explode into flames?' He thought, then dismissed the thought. He couldn't get side-tracked here. The voice was still calling to him, almost louder as he walked through the cave. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard metallic footsteps echoing throughout the cave. It was slow at first, but it got faster, and louder, like a heart beat. Then it sounded like ion cannons on an imperial cruiser all going off simultaneously. It sounded strangely like a march. He hoped nobody could be here. If he had accidentally stumbled into some sort of native tribe's cave or something.... Nah, it can't be. This planet is uninhabitable, right?

Not for droids.

At least four battle droids, with dinner bowl like heads armed with practice sabers could be made out about 50 meters away. Zakut squeezed into a shallow groove in the wall, and he peaked out, examining their weapons. They didn't work, and looked old and frozen. That didn't change the fact that the ice looked razor sharp on it, and he could probably be bludgeoned to death by the droids great strength. He could probably take all of them out now. They didn't notice him, but if he fired, the entire cave could collapse, or he could alert the entire cave, or maybe he would miss, or maybe they might not just die from one shot. The possibilities raced through his mind as he came to a final decision. He wouldn't be fighting, he got a bad feeling about it, and waited for them to pass. When they did, he crouched, and snuck out of his spot in the wall. If he didn't find any treasure, he could probably sell the droids for parts. They looked ancient, maybe he could get some good credits out o them.

He hugged the wall as he snuck through the caves twists in turns. The voice that kept calling his name sounded masculine. It was disturbing him, and he kept following it, hoping to find the source. It had been loud, but the more he followed it, the quieter it seemed to get. It frustrated him. Someone obviously wanted to be found, but if they didn't speak loud enough, he couldn't find them. His thoughts were interrupted by a column of snow shooting up in front of him. When the snow cleared, he saw a droid. At least 6 feet tall with an electro-staff. It let out a warbled war cry and turned its entire body, sweeping an end of the electrostaff towards his chest in a really wide arc. Zakut yelped, and fell to the ground, just narrowly dodging the strike. It was inhumanly fast, that strike, and it was even more surprising Zakut wasn't cut in half. He didn't have time to thing about it, as the droid got ready to strike again. It raised the staff high above its head, as if to throw a spear into the ground. It jabbed the staff at Zakut, who rolled out of the way, watching the staff impact into the staff, creating a small crater. He looked into the droid's eye, or eyes, before it started dragging its staff across the ground to meet Zakut, who was on the ground.

He rolled forward, unholstering his DL-12 and scarcely aiming at the droid's back. He fired thrice, all three bolts hitting the back of the droid, who arc'd its back and turned. It almost looked undamaged until it started walking with a terrible limp. He didn't realize the DL-12 was so powerful until now. He aimed again, firing twice, one missing its slender leg, the other finding a home in the droid's knee. The droid collapsed, an began to crawl towards Zakut. When it got close, it grabbed him by his foot. Zakut grunted and kicked the droid in the head, as if it would let go. He only succeeded in hurting himself, a hollow thump sounding from the droid as pain flared through Zakut's leg. He took aim at the droid again, closing one eye and aiming at its head. He fired, hitting its mark. The droid went limp, and so did Zakut, catching his breath from the encounter. There were probably more on the way, but he just needed to take a break. Hearing those loud footsteps quickly changed his mind. He rolled over towards the wall, and scraped armfuls of snow over to his body to cover him. The droids ran by as he finished burying himself in snow. He waited for them to pass, and closed his eyes.
 
Alderaan


The pilot's chair swiveled around and the Nautolan Jedi rose from it with the grace of an emperor. "Come, Atali. Your destiny awaits." He commanded of his padawan. His voice was quiet, determined. He strode into the hall, robes flowing behind. His footsteps echoed down the circular hall of his freighter. He paused the moment he was about to pass Jedi Ravish, without looking at her he said, "If you wish to accompany us, you may. If not, then do as you will." Without waiting for a response he continued to the docking hatch. He waited for his padawan to be at his side before he descended the ramp without hurry. Two impeccably dressed men awaited him at the bottom of the ramp. They were humans, bureaucrats, the one on the right wore a paramilitary officer's dress, his boots shone remarkably. The one on the left was visibly nervous, his head shone almost as brightly as the officer's boots. 


"Ser Jedi, Jedi Chicri correct?" The officer asked, his voice seemed a bit off and his presence made Rin suspicious automatically. He did not appear to be Alderaan police. Rin refused to respond until he was at the bottom of the ramp and the bureaucrats were directly in he and Atali's way. "I have already given my credentials and attained all the proper clearances, I would suggest that you do not delay my investigation." His gaze made the balding man audibly gulp. The officer raised a finger, "The investigation is precisely what at we arr here to speak about." Rin's glossy eyes suddenly reflected the officer's image and his fingers twitched ever so slightly that it was unnoticeable. "I didn't catch your name." He replied coolly. 


The officer, having the composure of a veteran orator, spoke past Rin, "You know you are not in your legal right to interrogate the droid. It is without representation, it is without legal council." Rin's lekku tingled with sudden feeling, he became smug, bold, aggressive. "You can file your complaint with the Alderaan high court system. Now I will warn you one more time before you become an obstruction of justice, get out of our way." 


The officer stared Rin down for a second, he appeared as if he might do something rash, but eventually he stepped out of the way and his lackey followed suit. "You will get nothing here Rin Chicri! Coming here was a mistake. For the both of you." His eyes pierced Atali's skull as she passed by him. Rin kept his fast walking pace as they entered the main office. "Pay them no mind Atali, Sith Bureaucrats, here to discourage us. They may speak like strong men, but they are weak in body and spirit."


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Hyperspace - En Route to Hoth


@shadowstrikr25 @HK Fifty


Sanguina sighed.  "It felt good when Master did it to me.  It felt really good and... and... he said he did it because he loves me so... so I thought other people must like it, too.  Besides, if you love someone, shouldn't you make them feel good?"  She began tugging at her sleeve.  "I like my scars and I like what Master did...  I want to be with him again but everyone says that's bad.  But he loves me and I love him.  I want him to cut me more... it feels good..."


Korriban


@TommyGun15


"Hmmm..."  Kaen thought a moment.  Should she go see the distinctly defensive boy?  He looked rather boring... but perhaps Ceth would get a kick out of him...  She called an overseer to her and instructed that the boy be directed to her office after his training was done.  She ignored the urchin's training and returned to her domain.


Alderaan


@Proletariat @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


"I feel like they're faking that accent.  I haven't heard it before and it sounds funny."  Atali sighed and followed her master.  What would this bring them?  Was it really illegal to question the droid?  Did droids have rights?  There was so much she needed to learn about the law...  Were those men Sith lawyers?  They hadn't felt like it.  Not powerful at all.  "It's okay, Master, we'll figure everything out!  Besides, you know what you're talking about.  I trust you!"
 
Korriban

Eek was leaning in the shade, resting and observing. What he was observing was a book, full of mathematical equations, star ship designs, and previous scientific discoveries and breakthroughs. Simple stuff, really. He closed his holo-book, watching one of the acolytes nearly destroying all of his opponents. He could sense the Force in him, and it wasn't very attune to any spectrum of the Force, which was odd. He fought well for someone of neutral standing. He didn't have much else to do, his holo-book still had exactly 7652 pages left. He wasn't finishing it anytime soon, and he could feel his joints stiffening. He had rested too long, and he had to keep up with his saber practice quota before he could study the Force anymore today.

"Hold on there, Acolyte. I would normally greet you with an equation, but I doubt you're educated." He spoke in a voice dripping with condescension. His expression hollow, he used the Force to unclip his lightsaber from his belt, pulling it to his hand. So far he had been defending himself well against the predictable, common strikes used by the Sith. Maybe the way he fought would force him to adjust his fighting style. He ignited his blade, holding it with one, four fingered hand. Givin had to eat atleast three times more mass than a human does to keep a hard outer shell. Eek was no exception. "Please, ignite your saber." He asked of Costa, before Force Jumping over to him. His saber raised above his head, he brought it down like a hammer, aiming for his shoulder. He wasn't on Balmora anymore. There were rules here, and if he accidentally killed him, he could find himself being executed.

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Hoth [Sadow'een temple]

Zakut rolled out of the snow, gasping for air and hugging himself tightly, only minutes after the droids had passed. It was a bad idea, he felt even colder than before. He really should've gotten a jacket, but it was better to be in here rather outside in Hoth's blizzard. Hopefully his ship would be fine. It hit him that he forgot to close his entry ramp. Or, did he? He was pretty sure it could close by itself, but, maybe it didn't. Oh well. 

He got up, looking at the droid he took down. All of its lights had went out, and there were no signs of it even being alive. It was odd that the droids ran so far by it. Maybe it was common for ancient droids that had been on since who-knows-when to just randomly die off? Maybe - hopefully that was true. Maybe that happened to all droids. He wasn't very educated on how they work, but he knew that operated off of different types of energy and power sources. That droid he killed looked like it had some sort of battery pack bolted to his back. Maybe he could sell some of the parts. He knelt, grabbing the electro-staff out of the grip of the droid. He hadn't used any of these before, but he was really good at fighting with sticks, so it shouldn't be too different. He ran his hands across a leather grip, and instinctively squeezed it. He wasn't surprised when both ends of the staff sparked, and ignited, pulsating with purple lightning. It obviously used some sort of pressure grip. He adjusted its grip to hold the cold metal that was the rest of the electro-staff, turning it off and holding it by his side.

He continued down the cave, not seeing any droids that magically wanted to drop down, or come up out of the ground. The only traces of droids even being there were large foot prints. No doubt Zakut was leaving footprints in the deep snow too. Then he heard that voice again, calling his name, except now it was almost condescending, as if mocking the fact that he couldn't locate the voice. He shook his head, and ignored the voice. Almost as soon as he did, it was silenced as something rolled beneath his foot, and he tripped. 

He was dazed as he hit the ground, his vision fuzzy. His body seemed like it didn't want to move for a few seconds. He finally worked up the strength to sit up, and look around. No battle droids yet, but they'd probably be coming from either direction any minute now. His eye caught a red-ish color in the snow. When he focused on it, he could see it was attached to some sort of cylinder, with a black leather grip. He grabbed it, examining it. His jaw neary dropped when he realized what it was. He just found a Lightsaber. These things, at beest could sell for almost 200,000 credits. He ran his thumb over the button. He hit a jack-pot. But he was still curious. Maybe he might be able to use it. He pressed the button, recoiling as a crimson red blade ejected from the end of the hilt. He stared at it for a moment, before turning it off and stuffing it into  his jacket. Maybe he could find more of these deeer in the cave. He got up and started to jog in the direction, going deeper into the cave.
 
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HYPERSPACE - EN ROUTE TO HOTH


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek turned back around, still slack-jawed out of sheer confusion, screaming internally. 'OK, so he cut her, said it was love, and she wants more? What the actual fuck is with this shit?! I spent years away from as many Sith and Jedi as possible, and now I have to deal with this.' He leaned back into his seat, still tired from the fiasco earlier. 'I really need a fucking drink. Or twelve.' He let out a sigh as he checked the ETA to Hoth slowly counting down. There were still more than a few hours left until they got there. He debated just tagging Why'nn back in and not having to deal with Sanguina for a while.
 
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Costa raised an eyebrow when the Givin approached him.  He'd seen the older acolyte around the school a few times, but hadn't spoken to him.  Judging by his tone, Costa doubted he'd have gotten along with him.  He barely had time to process the instruction to ignite his Saber before the Givin leapt at him, and Costa reacted instinctively.  His body seemed to flow like water, sidestepping Eek's strike and igniting his Saber in a single movement.  As the Givin landed next to him, Costa swung his blade past his opponent's head, seeking to slice the hood off of his opponent's robe.  Damaging clothes was a habit he'd picked up at the Academy, as a way to intimidate the other acolyte's into surrendering without having to seriously harm them.  It worked well on the younger sith, but the other ones just became angry.  Of course, that made them fight stupid, so it usually worked out.


Costa immediately followed-up his slice by dropping a small force blast between himself and his opponent, a concentrated ball of kinetic force that moved in all directions.  Costa himself was able to cushion the shockwave heading for him with a simple force shield, and the result was him being harmlessly pushed back far enough to leave a safe amount of distance between him, and his opponent.  "That's funny."  Costa said quietly, "I didn't know anyone still used the telegraph."  He took up a defensive stance, waiting for his opponent's next attack.


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Eek wasn't surprised when his attack had been dodged. It wasn't a strike that was meant to strike its target really. At least, Eek didn't use it that way, he merely used it as a way to close the distance between them. Running at an opponent was seriously an overused, and a terrible tactic. So many things could happen, you could trip, you could be shot while running in a straight line, you were open to multiple Force techniques, too many to be listed. Unless, you of course possessed a strong immunity to Force abilities.

When the acolyte swung at his hood, he ducked, widely avoiding the swing. But almost as soon as he did this, he was pushed backwards. Maybe about 2 feet from his previous position, like an invisible hand had tried to shove him. He had used some sort of Force wave, as it had seemed to affect him too. He looked up, staring out his black, hollow eye sockets. He took up a defensive stance, one he had seen before, and one he had seen many times. It was tedious to get around, but possible. He calculated multiple routes of attack before selecting one. He had great knowledge of Lightsaber form, being able to use at least 4 of them ambidextrously. 'Let's see how he makes me use them.' He thought.

Contradicting his previous thoughts, the Givin ran at Costa, zig-zagging in long jagged lines with every step, almost as if he was flying. He kept his lightsaber trailing behind him to his left side, yet still keeping a firm grip with his right hand. It went completely against his instructor's advice. Power was meant to be distributed through a basic strike with balanced power of both hands, yet, when Eek raised his blade to strike, his saber was curved at an angle, at least 3o. He brought the saber down towards Costa's shoulder once more. The wide strike could be identified as the First Form, Shii Cho. Eek, seemingly without thought, swung again, this time towards Costa's knee.

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Costa tensed as his opponent zigzaged towards him, responding to the downward strike with a quick hop backwards.  The follow-up attack aimed at his knee was unexpected, but the first form was known to be an experimental style.  Costa stopped the blow with his lightsaber, hoping to break his opponent's momentum long enough to land a kick to the side of the head.


Regardless of whether or not his counterattack landed, Costa followed it by once again hopping backwards.  There was something off about this guy.  His every attack seemed planned out, almost like someone playing chess.  There were certain advantages of fighting like that, but one of the drawbacks of extensive planning was that it left one vulnerable to the unexpected.  Doubtless the Givin had observed his fight with the acolytes from before, and thought he knew what to expect.  So Costa would have to improvise.  He fell back into the defensive stance of Soresu, observing his opponent's moves.


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"If that is your chosen form, you're being too nice... Or is there something about you that I'm missing?" Eek asked, as he raised his arm to his head, blocking the kick with his forearm. Shii-Cho had just been a form to test what he would need to do. His results were accurate for what he'd need to do. Soresu was a defensive form that mainly relied on tiring the enemy until they made an exploitable mistake. It's a shame that Eek didn't make mistakes. At least for as long as he's dueled. There's a first time for everything.

Eek advanced, quickly, two long strides to close the distance. He quickly swiped his lightsaber diagonally, aiming for his chest. If he had a basic knowledge of martial arts, he would guard his central line. This maneuver would be best suited for someone who used two lightsabers, but that was for people who could use both of their hands as if it was instinct. Luckily for Eek though, he was quick enough to pivot and crouch right after the swing, and spun on his toes, swinging for both of his thighs. Eek was only fighting experimentally, using tactics he wouldn't dare use in a real fight. Maybe Costa could satisfy his dueling quota for the day. Maybe he could do much more for him.
"Tell me, Acolyte. What is your name?" He queried. Talking while fighting kept a duel at least someone friendly, at least, it didn't expose any hatred. Eek didn't feel any hatred towards Costa. In honesty, so far, he thought his dueling was commendable so far, he just had to fight him for his self.

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Costa's expression remained neutral at the mention of "something missing", though the muscles in his jaw did tighten.  When Eek approached Costa's stance quickly changed from the usual Soresu defensive stance. His dominant side was forward, lightsaber extended held with a single hand.  It wasn’t one of the seven classic forms, Costa wasn't sure it was a formal style at all.  He'd been taught this by one of his instructors during his espionage training, who'd told him that it was meant for finishing battles quickly.  


Costa knocked Eek's initial swing aside with a small, circular parry, then simply hopped over the strike at his legs.  He landed a few feet away from Eek, still in the same stance.  "My name is Costa Adag.  And you?"  Then Costa began to advance at a measured pace.  He let the force flow through him, speeding his arms as he made a quick thrust at his opponent's shoulder.  His blade snapped forward like lightning, withdrawing just as quickly to make another jab at Eek's opposite shoulder.  Costa slowed neither his strikes nor his measured pace as he continued to advance, making jabs at Eek's shoulders, stomach, and chest, striking quickly, but not deep enough to cause any fatal injury.  His step was light and he was ready to dodge or parry any incoming attacks, taking any opportunity he could to make a quick jab at any holes he could spot in his opponent's defense.


(If you're not sure what I'm describing, Costa's using a rapier-style of fighting. I couldn't find any lightsaber styles that matched that, so I made something up.)


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