The Will of the Force

Draco Korr · The Will of the Force

Draco decended the small set of dusty stairs leading down into the small cantina and opened the door. The lighting was set to a minimum throughout the place and the smell of several different foul smelling smokes rushed him as the air inside the dank bar escaped through the open doorway. The place fell silent as he entered and he scanned the entirety of the place, trying to locate a place to sit.

Draco was still puzzling over the real reason he had come here. He didn't have a cause or a reason, it was just what the Force had willed him to do... it had guided him here with visions that were greatly incomplete. All he knew is that he was supposed to meet someone, but he had no clue as to who. He located a medium sized table in a dark corner that accompanied a booth that curved with the corner in which it was sitting. He started toward the table and he recieved stares from the patrons as he made his way through the crowd.

Draco approached the booth and sat down while waving at the Sullustan waitress with two fingers. She approached him with a bit of a studder in her step and Draco knew that she feared him. "Can...I... help you sir?" Draco didn't look up at her, instead, he kept his features confined to the safty of his oversized hood draped over his head.

"Give me a tall one." His calm but battle worn raspy voice came and fell like venom over the silent onlookers.

"What type?" she shook in response.

"Doesn't matter." Giving his head one slight shake.

"Spiced?"

"Yes... Anything Iridonian made."

She turned on her stiff heels and left quickly. Draco could tell that she really didn't want to be near him. By this time, the frozen patrons began slowly resuming their current activities and coversations... Except for one table inparticular. Draco closed his eyes and reached out through the force with his senses, enveloping the small table and its occupants. Quickly, he began feeling excitement, nervousness, anger and a hint of conspiracy. Draco opened his eyes as the waitress returned and sat down a golden colored drink without a sound or a word, then she disappeared once again.

Draco began drinking and keeping his energy focused on the table behind him, the one with the mysterious occupants. About half way through his drink, he felt a stirring at said table... one of the guys, a teenager by the feel of him, began approaching him. When he approached, he unharnessed a very dirty but well constructed vibroblade and held it down at his side. A hush fell over the Cantina once again.

"Put it away kid. You are barking at the wrong Bantha."

"Yeah?! Well I think I need to...dispose of you. It will be my initiation into my gang over there."

"Are you really foolish enough to believe you can win this fight?"

"I think you are old and slow enough for me to do so." The man's friends, still at their table, erupted into laughter.

Draco looked up for the first time and revealed his yellow eyes.

"Apperances can be decieveing my friend. I ask you now, turn around and go back to your friends and drink. There will be no cause for harm then."

Draco took another drink from his glass.

The man raised the blade in front of him and at the same time, Draco laid his Lightsaber hilt on the dusty table and slammed his glass down in front of him, splattering a Dune Beetle trying to scurry across the table undetected. Draco stood...Furiousity and immpatience pouring from him.

"I grow weary of your games child. I will not ask you again. If you think yourself experienced enough to beat me then do it...Stain your blade with my blood. But I assure you, you have a better chance of winning a million credits at that fixed Sabacc table over there in the corner."

Just then, an arguement and then a scuffle broke out over the Sabacc table.

The boy swung down in a vertical slash that would have split Draco in two. Draco made but a finger twitch and the blade bent 90 degrees, screeching in protest as it did. This caused the blade to miss Draco's head and put his opponent off balance. Draco grabbed him by the throat, spun and planted him on the table with a *THUD*. The boys friends got up and rushed toward Draco, attempting to help their friend that was now at the mercy of Draco's wrath. Draco threw a hand out without looking away from his victim and all the new would be attackers flew backwards and fell, hitting walls, patrons and furniture in their flight paths...none attempted to get up.

"I told you boy! You can not win this fight! Now, what reason do I have not to rip your head off and feed on your rotting carcuss?"

The boy was shaking wildly as fear had overwhelmed him.

"You reek of fear boy!" Draco let him go. " You're not worth the effort it would take. Get outta here...Before I change my mind."

The guy stood and ran faster than the waitress... Draco sat and continued his drink...waiting for the mystery person he had come to meet...

(It is up to the readers and RPers as to if he meets this person or not...Will it be you?)

Sirak Sazen

I'll join as Sirak Sazen.

Lord Invictus

Draco Korr

Sirak, if you wish to join, then it is okay with me. I have no quarrels playing role playing with anyone and I'm very good at adjusting stories to allow new arrivals and surprises.

Sirak Sazen

((OOC: Haha, sorry. I posted this in the wrong forum. I was aiming for the discussion board. Sorry. Embarassed

However, I won't join as Sirak Sazen. I'll join as Ryn Perry.))

The screams and and chaos of the prior events rang meaningless through Ryn's ears. He had been lying on the table, sleeping in his drunkenness. How low he had sunk to become nothing more than a drunken scum in this remote cantina, no better than the lowliest of filth and galactic decay that roamed these streets. The Galaxy was a lie to him.

Ryn caught a glimpse of the waitress walking towards him as he awoke from his binge. "Just p-put it on my tab." The words slurred out of his mouth. He tried to pick himself up and stumbled out of his seat. Something had caught his attention and awareness gripped his mind. The Dark Side was close, in this cantina. Ryn could even tell what table the aroma was originating from. Before he had a chance to sit at the table, another patron sat down. This one too reaked of the Dark Side. Ryn instead sat on the other side of the cantina, listening in on their conversation.

Draco Korr

Draco felt a dark presence in the force appraching. He eyed the door as it flew open and a cloaked figure waltzed in. He watched as the waitress approached the man and while he turned down the drink offer. The figure approached Draco's table and just sat without saying a word. "I'm afraid that I need no drinking companions this day friend. A little advice, relocate yourself." Draco said while sipping his drink. It was peculiar, Draco had sensed his presence before, but he couldn't remember where. It was like a vague dream echoing over into real life and drinking with him. The reason for this had to be because Draco had only met him breifly. Still, force presences were like scars, you may forget how exactly you had aquired them, but nevertheless, they were there. Draco allowed his hand to fall in his lap...and onto his lightsaber.

Lord Invictus

"My friend.... I am not a drinking companion," Invictus slyly replied.

Draco's face twisted in distaste as he heard the raspy voice of Invictus flow out.

"It is the will of the force I would meet you here. Your name?"

Draco knew not to give out his name to anyone, but something about Invictus was oddly... well, impossible to deny anything to. He was a dark presence, an evil beyond no doubt, but Draco wouldn't ignore or lie to him just yet.

"Draco, and yours?"

Invictus was displeased for two reasons. One, he had wished for a fuller name.... something to actually use to gain information. There were probably two hundred Dracos in this district of town- it was impossible to gain anything from that. Then again, Invictus hadn't suspected even someone with his politically-adept tongue to be able to suck out everything from an intelligent force-user. Second, Invictus couldn't share his name... time eroded it... his name was merely a shell of a dead child; nothing more.

".... Karo...."

Invictus felt he could go further without revealing himself.

"Short for Karoldius."

"Fascinating." The sarcastic comment allowed for Draco to have a quiet laugh with himself.

Avoiding an awkward silence, Invictus laughed as well. Once the laughing had occured, the bar had returned to its general state of things. Invictus gazed forward at Draco, sensing the force presence within him.

"Dark Brotherhood, eh?" Invictus chanced.

Draco's eyes bulged, and both of the force users fingered their lightsabers, neither yet willing to open a duel.

Draco Korr

As he heard the words snake out from the dark hood, Draco's eyes widened, but not in shock, in understanding. "Dark Brotherhood eh?"

That's it. This was someone Draco had crossed paths with back when the brotherhood still existed. This had to be the case because Draco knew he was no brother and only the members of the brotherhood knew that the tribal markings upon their flesh were native only to their guild. All members of the brotherhood had tattoos. But to anyone aside from his brothers and sisters there was no way to tell if these were normal tattoos or not.

The tattoos of the brotherhood carried special, sacred meanings. When one joined, they had their house logo tattooed on a specified part of their body. As they accomplished major things, more tattoos were added, and in spacific ways. It was said that when you look at a fully decorated Lord like Draco, you could read the story of their past. If you knew how to read the brotherhood tribals, it was as plain as if a holo were there in front of you giving you the info.

If he was no brother, then he couldn't know what these marks meant. Draco held his empty cup in one hand and released his saber to wave down the waitress for another, then laid his hand on the table. A bold move to be sure, but Draco knew that if he knew of the brotherhood, then he had to know what Draco was capable of doing. If he was friend, he would not attack. If he was foe, he would surely like to extract information before attacking. Could he be a recruit? Possibly, but Draco hadn't exactly been announcing that he was recruiting. This was very odd indeed.

"Indeed." Draco said with a nod, voice holding as much venom as the stranger's across from him. "We are recruiting. Care to join?" Draco's face mixed with sarcasim and impatience. Draco's next statement reeked of sarcasim. "You would be a most powerful apprentice indeed."

Lord Invictus

Invictus sensed the somewhat light-hearted sarcasm in the most recent statement.

If only he knew... this bar would be even less pleasant....

It was true, Invictus knew not of Draco's history. He had never decoded the symbolism- or at least, accurately decoded it- of the tatoos.

There were only three occasions of battle with the brotherhood Invictus had been through. One was as a knight many years ago... he hardly recognized Draco as one from the battle, so he assumed he was on of the "green" troops at the time apparantally on training outside the fortress.

During battle at the fortress, Invictus had fought alongside a mid-sized force of Sith, blasting the front of the fortress to smithereens. He had taken note of the tattoos (most of which were decorating the entire body of those wearing them) on every member of the building, using that as a way to identify Dark Brotherhood members. They all shared the same similar way of "writing"... all unique.... but so very similar.

Every member of the fortress attending was slain in the battle. Since then, Invictus has hunted down the members of the party Draco had been training. Two- experienced force users by the time Karo had attacked them- were already dead. Their preserved bodies remained in Invictus' possession- kept in a private vault dedicated to the Sith Lord on Korribaan.

Fumbling with his words mentally, Invictus eventually put together a response to what would become his foe across the table. It was drastic, but perhaps a way to tear apart the already weak Brotherhood.

"Yes... long have a researched- and looked for- the Dark Brotherhood...." was the response.

A Sith Lord with a master? Sacrilege! But the Order had charged him with this task, and no matter how blasphemous the action, it would be overlooked by the Sith judicial system (a system Invictus held significant power over).

Draco Korr

Deception was thick in the dank air. Draco could almost taste it's foul but familiar presence. But he couldn't pinpoint wether it was the man sitting in front of him, or the man across the bar that had been evesdropping on their conversation the entire time. Draco hadn't paid the man any mind, but nevertheless, Draco knew he was there...perhaps the deception was from both. Either way you broke down the situation, Draco had no choice but to go along with the whole situation...for it was by the will of the force that he was to be here...and Draco never resisted against it's will. It's what's kept him alive all these years.

Draco, even while hearing the man's answer, never looked at Karo in his eyes. He never trusted ANYONE until he was presented with a reason to do so. Karo's aura echoed through the shadows of the force, using it as a sort of veil to keep from revealing all that there was to see of him. Draco had come into contact with his kind many times before...some were loyal...and some turned on him, attempting to kill him...and they failed miserably. Draco would go along with this, he had no choice. But in the meantime, he would sleep with one eye open...and one hand on his sabers.

Draco looked Karo directly in the eyes for the first time after Karo accepted his offer. "This is not something to be taken lightly. Many have attempted to hack it in the brotherhood and failed. I sense that you are strong enough, but you cannot join until you can be trusted as one trusts a family member. I will take you in, not as an apprentice, but as an aquaintence. You will fight along side me and prove your loyalty. You will learn the ways of the brotherhood and it sole purposes for existance. Then you will need to learn about our ranks and how to both join them and progress through them. But I assure you, if you betray us, conspire against us or make a mockery out of us...then the penalty is death...and die you will."

Draco's voice echoed with the highest volumes of seriousness. His face accompanied no hints of humor or lies. The force thundered through his body, and so much so that the tiny flame deep within him suddenly raged like blazing inferno. Now Karo truely saw how strong and well trained Draco was. He had grown in power considerably since they had last met. Everyone inside the little cantina seemed to quiet at his words...and all gave stares that let Karo know that they did not envy him...

Sirak Sazen

The seemingly important conversation transpired virtually unnoticed by the other bar patrons. Ryn seemed to be the only one paying attention even in his drunken state. The confrontation visibily grew more heated at every exchanged word. It could only be a matter of time before something gave way. Much of it was blocked out by Ryn, but a few words spoken by the one man. Dark Brotherhood.... I know I've heard of that before. Despite his curiosity, he took a great swig from the bottle lying half-empty at his feet. The drink seemed to push him over his human limits of intoxication. He clumsily rose to his feet and spoke to one of the men. "Master Reeve sends his regards, my bro..." Ryn couldn't manage the last few words before he collapsed at the pair's feet.

RainaRose

((ALERT: OKAYYY Going to input here Invictus you are GOD MODDING. You can't make Draco's face twist in disgust. Only Draco can do that...PS...Draco THANK YOU for not God Modding. Um...I want to join.))

A young looking waitress who had been watching the display with anticipation at not being able to hear the words being passed by the two strangers, watched the human collaps with curiousity and worry. He sharp blue eyes took on the scene with excact capability and understand. She saw what the two were. She had seen the moment that they had dragged themselves through the door and and carefully sat with the looks of judgement and rage. She may have been a human, but that didn't mean she had to act like a normal 21 year old human girl.

Quietly she made her way over the the collapsed man, thinking of a way to get him out of the other two's reach. Her hair was pulled up into a long pony tail, trailing down her back with a few loose strand to frame her face perfectly. Her eyes were hard, cold. As she approched the two she was unafraid. She held no fear in her walk, in her stance, in the way she handled herself. It was frustrating to have to act strong in a short skirt and tight shirt, but then again she had to live. Her name Tag read RAINA in bold letters.

"Sorry about him." She mummbled, picking him up by slinging one of the arms of the passed out stranger over her shoulder.

For a human, she was beautiful.

Crozeus

((It's not god-modding, as he isn't playing God over Draco. It's only a bit of literary addition.))

Sephiroth

All was turmoil within Leon Danex's mind. He had returned to the Jedi last year, after having been a Sith for over 5 years of his life. He'd even tried to instigate a coup and had planned to control the Sith himself, but that never worked out. To this day, he still had problems sometimes with the memories of what he did. How did he deal with it? He drank.....a lot. That was his current predicament, he was on the fringe of being drunk, with his vision blurry here and there, and his mind wouldn't stop racing.

He wanted more, more alcohal to drown out his sorrow, his rage. It was something that he couldn't handle on his own, so he let the drinking take care of it. Slowly, shakingly, he found his way down the steps and into the cantina. Even though his senses were dulled from drinking, he could sense darksiders in this bar. Sitting together, a lot of tension between them, most likely a fight would break out. Oh well, as long as he could dwelve into dispair, then it didn't matter to him. A blonde haired waitress walked towards him, a passed out customer on her shoulders, he smelled like the dark side too, she looked at him with a small apologetic smile.

"I'll be with you in a minute sir, just let me help him." He nodded to her, she was quite beautiful and part of him lusted for her already. He had to ignore that however, and concentrate on his drunken state.

Just a few steps.....that booth He sat down at a small booth halfway from the two dark siders, about ten feet from the passed out dark sider, and the sexy waitress was right next to him. "Please.....something to put me out for the day. Something with 180 proof please." He didn't wait for her response as he put his head on the table, closing his eyes and waiting to see how the dark siders in the room would act.

Lord Invictus

((Raina, try to at least comment on other's roleplaying in a respectful way. Also, try to make your rants on something you actually know about. If I said,

"Then Draco attacked me and I killed him."

What am I supposed to say?

"Then Invictus looked at Draco's blank face, waiting for the author to create an emotion of some sort."

Raina, don't write any snide comments about roleplaying criticism when you haven't yet participated in a single roleplay, nor do you know key terms like "godmode". You could have at least said "Invictus, don't godmode" respectively.))

Sirak Sazen

((I think that was a little rude Invictus. You are right it is her first time roleplaying. Perhaps you should take that into consideration before you retaliate. Let's get this show on the road.))

Zaria Skysyn

((I hope you all don’t mind if I join in on the rp.))
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The short skinny brown cigar twirled end over end as it sailed through the air, gravity taking hold of the inanimate object in its invisible grasp and pulling it towards the ground. Orange sparks exploded silently from the impact point against the top step, the lit end protesting at being discarded in such a careless way. A black hard soled shoe came down to crush out what little protest was left.

Dark baggy pants overlapped the top of her shoes and rested against the instep of her foot, only allowing the toes of her shoes to be seen. A wide brown belt fixed the loose nature of her pants to her hips, the very first notch of the belt being clasped within the metal buckle, leaving a lot of slack and showing no doubt that she wasn’t the belts original owner. A sleeveless white shirt adorned her torso, on top of it in a second layer was another silken fish-netted white shirt that only made her already pale flesh seem as if the sun hasn’t kissed her skin in years. Auburn hair brushed the tops of her shoulders, but kept messy like the way she liked it. It gave her a wild look that helped with the customers.

A small hand pushed open the cantina door and descended the steps into the pit that was ruled by vice and intolerance, her kinda place. Her brown small backpack bounced against the middle of her back as she walked, with the twin pack that was attached to her belt rested tightly against her lower back. The lower pack is where the goodies rested, the objects that’ll increase the credit flow into her already heavy account.

Eyes of light blue, as if painted by angels drank in the interior of the cantina. The smell of smoke and the sounds of heated insults and drunken laughter brushed her ears as if welcoming her back into the den of the serpent. Drunken minds mean loose credits, and it was her job to elevate the patrons of those oh so heavy credit pouches; in exchange for what was in the pouch resting against her lower back of course.

A few of her regulars caught sight of her and motioned her to their table, a request she willingly replied to. She has been working this cantina for the better part of two months so far and the regulars knew her by name. She gave a look around to make sure no Imperials were around, or any sign of law enforcement before she reached into her little pack and removed three vials of Glitterstim along with two vials of the much cheaper Ryll. Once the trade was made she used her right hand to slide the numerous credits off the table into her left, which promptly deposited them into her larger top pack, and reached down to gather another load.

She worked the rest of the cantina much like this, either by being recognized and called over, or by propositioning the new faces she saw. There was a lot of money to be made in dealing Spice; unfortunately she hated having to give 10% of her profits to the cantina owner in order to be able to sell on his property. Not to mention she had to sell in bulk with wholesale prices to the owner.

She passed Draco and Lord Invictus respectively, choosing not to proposition them after the feeling she got when she stared at them. She always trusted her gut, one had to her in her line of work it has never let her down before. She had an uncanny judge of character, as if she could sense good and evil just by focusing on someone. Evil was something she dealt with on a daily basis, but something about those two was far different than any she had encountered before. It was better to be cautious rather than take a risk, even if they may be interested in what she had for sale.

After she eyed the waitress and overly intoxicated man she was assisting she overheard another patron asking for a stiff drink. In the momentary lull of activity she took the opportunity to approach the booth Leon Danex was sitting at.

Standing near his table she said, “I have something that might be more potent than alcohol stranger. This stuff could numb you well into tomorrow or longer. Five credits for a taste, forty credits for an entire vial.” She said, her voice drifting from her smiling small pink lips to sell her sales pitch.

Sephiroth

((Holy crap that was an awesome post))

Leon lifted his head up to look at her, some random light on the other side of the bar making him wince. Thinking over what she said, he had a feeling, albeit a numbed drunk one, that whatever she wanted him to buy was most likely illegal and bad for his body. Did he care? No, not really. There was also something about this young girl, he could feel the Force within her, a bit wild and untamed. She practically reeked of emotions, not current ones, but ones of the past.

"The way you are presenting yourself, and the way you are trying to sell this to me are not very good. It's like you try to tempt me.....but no matter. I'll take two vials." He pulled out eighty credits, pushing them towards her. "What is your name?"

Lord Invictus

((I realize it was her first time roleplaying, but it wasn't her first time posting. She should know by this time that she could say "Invictus, don't god mode" -note, capital letters doesn't make you any better- instead of "ALERT: OKAYYY Going to input here Invictus you are GOD MODDING. You can't make Draco's face twist in disgust. Only Draco can do that...PS...Draco THANK YOU for not God Modding." HAHA! Aren't capitals fun?))

Invictus ignored the sudden entry into the bar, pulling his thin, silky code around himself. His neck twisted upward, unnaturally angeled at a perfect 90 degrees to his right.

"Master Reeve sends his regards, my bro..." croaked a drunkard before collapsing to the ground.

Invictus' foot creeped out from the table, tapping the man several times below his low ribs.

"Sorry about him," came another response from what sounded like a human female.

Invictus could not clearly grasp the appearance of the drunkard or waitress, or anyone in that room for that matter. The blind Miraluka simply gazed at what the force told him was the waitress. His "helmet" (silk cloth draped over his head as a veil) clearly indicated his blind nature of existence.

"I will have nothing to order, and you, Draco.... my master....?" Invictus' head slid back into place, a challenging, yet stoic, glow from under the veil penetrating his master.

Sirak Sazen

The dim light of the cantina slowly crept through Ryn's closed eyes. His head was pounding, his side ached, and he seemed to be on somebody's shoulders he slowly moved away and staggered towards an empty seat. It took the drunk's eyes a few moments to center and take in what he was looking at. Without thinking, he spoke to the waitress girl standing in front of him. "You're pretty." This was true. Even in his current state, he could see her beauty. The girl had something about her. She wasn't the kind of person anybody would expect to be serving drinks to drunks and criminals.

Ryn sat himself up in the chair and inhaled a large quanity of smoke from a neighboring patron's pipe. The smoke incited a small wheezing fit from the man. He coughed into an old yellow handkercheif somebody had left on the table. He stretched himself out and once again beamed at the waitress. His deep green eyes stared into her sharp blues. "Hello there." Ryn tried to disguise a little alchohol-induced belch as another cough. The woman's nametag was oblivious to him. Everything was now. He'd forgotten everything he had overheard or why he was even here. All he cared about right now was this woman. "What's your name?"

Lord Invictus

((You creeper Laughing

))

RainaRose

Zaria Skysyn

((Thank you Leon))

Her bristling sky brushed hues held his reflection painted upon their surface, the pupils widening slightly at the internal recognition of making another sale. Within her mind she could hear the credits jingle. It wouldn’t be too much longer till she could put a nice down payment on a fast hauler, and expand into the transport side of Spice running.

Crozeus

The door to the cantina slammed open and a young human male staggered in, bitterly freezing cold sweeping in behind him, although he was completely oblivious to it. With a slanted gait he limped across the floor, ignoring the stares he was recieving. As he crossed the dirty floor, he knocked into another man crossing in front of him. The drink he held fell to the floor with a crash, thick, sticky liquid oozing out into a puddle around their feet.

Crozeus regarded the man with a piercing blue eye, before attempting to push past. Yet the man would have none of it, and pushed the Sith away, not knowing. Crozeus straightened up, although kept a little sway. His eyes were narrowed and glinting a vicious red. Despite himself, he couldn't destroy the man and be thrown out, nor could he use the Force. He would simply have to take it.

In an instant, the man punched. Everything went white as Crozeus felt his nose break. His head snapped back, and Crozeus decided it would be best to let it end there. He dropped to the floor and feigned passing out. The man snorted in disgust and walked away, a waitress bringing a drink appologetically.

Rapidly, Crozeus got up and clicked his nose back into position with a loud crunch. People let out small noises of disgust as he staggered to the bar and collapsed on a stool, a wide grin on his face, streaked with blood.

Sephiroth

Leon raised an eyebrow at the way she was looking at him. As if he was some type of bank. "Well, thank you for the product Zaria. If I need more of this, I will find you." ((I have no clue how you are supposed to ingest Glitterstim. So I'm going to sniff it)) Leon placed the pricey drug on the table, and after looking to make sure no one was watching, save Zaria, he put his nose on the table and began to snort the toxin into his system.

Another few snorts and he had completely inhaled all of the drugs he'd purchased. "Y...you know something.....I like it. Much better than....alcohal that's for su...sure. Would you like to be my partner?" He didn't know if that was his own mind talking, or the drugs, but there was something about her that shouted 'adventurous' ((sp?)). Another darksider had made his way into the cantina, putting Leon on edge. He was drunk, drugged up, and not in the best mindframe. Should a fight arise, he was unsure if he could defend himself.

Darth Fectum

The young sith strolled into the cantina. It was warm and he could feel dark energy here...he could feed off of it. He looked around for a table or booth, or any kind of seating."Booth? Booth? Where's a damned booth?" he thought to himself. Then he noticed a small booth right next to the cantina band, which was blaring away obnoxiously.

" I need a waitress." He thought looking around at all the women in the bar," And I need a girl...I'm fourteen for force's sake. I can't deal with a relationship though," He reconsidered." I'm a sith. We're always under fire, and I'm too dangerous." He flicked his auburn hair to the side and removed his navy blue hood.

RainaRose

Raina groaned, patting the newly found stranger and glancing over at the new comer and standing quickly. "I have to go take care of the customer, stay here, I'll be right back."

Raian's blonde hair trailed down her shoulders as she shifted and moved through the crowd over to the apparent Sith. They were all just sworming in today it seemed like, these poweful Sith memebers. She breathed in, shooting out her agression and working up the brightest smile she could. She relaxed a little once she reached the new comer. "My name's Raina, how may I help you?" She offered her brightest smile to him, being more graceful then nessasary.

Sirak Sazen

Ryn twisted his head around at the sound of somebody coming through the door. It didn't matter to him. The beauty of the waitress had stunned him into sobriety. He tried gathering himself up off the dirty cantina floor. Ryn was still a little dizzy and twisted his ankle in the attempt to stand. He let out a quiet shreik of pain and tried again. Using the table for leverage, he managed to pull himself up to his feet. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes as he silently wondered to himself. Where has this path taken me? The one image he couldn't shake out of his head was the images of the woman. All feeling left his body as he sorted through his options.

RainaRose

After Raina Seated the new comer, she dashed Back over to the man whom hadn't said much of anything to her. The blue eyes she held glazed over every person in the room as she stepped back infront of him, sitting down on the floor next to him and smiling all the same. She would have to go back over and serve the new comer after she helped this man. Sighing she smiled at him.

"You almost got yourself killed there." She whispered, taking in his features as much as he was taking in hers. She brought the cloth back up, and dragged it gently over his face.

"You should be careful."

Sephiroth

Leon took his eyes away from Zaria, and stared at the waitress that was helping another customer. Another darksider....but that didn't matter. There was something about her....did he know her? Moving past Zaria, and stumbling towards her, he racked his brain trying to remember who she was.

He managed to not pass out and die as he reached her. "Do....I..I know you from somewhere....? You...look familiar." He looked at her face again, she was very beautiful, but he still couldn't remember. "M....my name's Leon."

RainaRose

Her body went fully rigid so suddenly that the cloth in her hand tightened in her fingers and she pulled herself slightly away from Ryn, her blue eyes still staring into Ryn's face. Her aura danced a flame now, changing from it slightly annoyed calm to a mixture of rage and fear, flashing around the room with an intensity no single Sith could ignore. Anger and rage, created power and strength. Raina stood, whirling around to stare into Leon's face, just to be sure.

It was him.

Why now? She thought, her hands bawling up into a fist as power and the dark force surrounded her every movement, little or other wise. She suddenly realized that she was going to have the chance to do what she had longed to do since she joined the Sith. She was stronger now, and she wanted revenge she had recently learned she deserved of him.

"Leon." She groweled, grabbing him and throwing him on the ground, straddling him in the process.

She could tell he was drugged, but it didn't matter to her. She was more then ready.

"Big mistake. I'm going to kill you now!" Her eyes suddenly flashed from their typical blue into the firey red that they were. Growling and clutching Leon's throat, her face remained rage. She began to suck the life out of him as she cut of his means of breathing.

Darth Fectum

Fectum looked over and smiled. He spoke to her telepathically." Yes, unleash your anger and your hatred...can I buy you a drink?" He was waiting for this lady to ignite her lightsaber.

Lord Invictus

Invictus' head curved to the side, his hand quickly grabbing his blade.

"Do not shed blood in my presence, young children," he croaked, his deep and extraordinarily low voice causing a quake in the air as he spoke. His "r"s rolled, his head remained cloaked and veiled, and his "eyes" remained motionless under the black silk covering his face. "I will not have the chaos of a fight before me! Let him go at once, or I will personally avenge him in the most torturous method I can find."

Any torturous methods there were a plenty. Invictus, self declared Lord of Righteousness, had personally carried out over 32 interrogations involving Sith lightening torture, electronic demons, mind control, tapping of a lightsaber to flesh, and countless other tools of evil.

It was not the shedding of blood that disturbed Invictus. It was the moral obligation to avenge it pounded into him by Miraluka culture. Invictus had taken this to an extreme, carrying out brutal punishments (most commonly torture and death) to any that defied him, his standard of nihilist morality, or the Sith order.

Invictus ignited his curved crimson blade, raising it to eye level.

"Let him go," he hissed, his veil quaking repetitively as he spoke.

RainaRose

Raina's own red eyes turned to face him, her hold on Leon's cloths becoming stronger by the moment. Her face had grown paler, if the paper white skin could not have possibly been any whiter then it was, it became that way. The growling in throat was the sound of a turtured cat, trying to escape the grasp of an unworthy owner. She looked over at Fectum whom had been telapatically linked with her, darted her eyes around the room, and remembered suddenly where she was and who she was.

Raina relazied she could not fight and hope to win against Invictus, she felt the presence of his dark power, and knew better then to ingage herself in combat with him. She knew that she would lose.

"Let me handle this monster," Strange for a Sith to call a Jedi a monster. She whispered this in her mind to Fectum "then a drink would be nice."

Despite knowing that she would most defiantly lose against Invictus, she wasn't giving up on killing him. Her light saber beamed as she activated it, holding the red close enough to Leon's neck that one false movement and she would be able to kill him. Her eyes burned him, straining to see what had changed about him, and why. Hate, roaring and percise called her name. It demanded over her to take his life. Take a way his life the way he had taken away hers in the begging.

But she only held the Saber above his neck. Not killing him.

Crozeus

From the bar, silent, still slumped in a feigned posture, blood flowing freely from his wrecked nose, Crozeus watched. Every movement his bright, intelligent blue eyes picked up. He missed nothing, and in his mind he developed scenarios of what could happen. It was all falling into place, he thought.

Darth Fectum

Fectum slid out of his booth. And strolled to her slowly, speaking to her telepathically," Why don't you save it for when Invictus isn't around to save him. I'd be glad to help out." He stopped behind Leon looking deep into her eyes, an evil smile on his face.

RainaRose

Raina paused, looking up at him with curiousity. She looked so small in comparison to him, so fragile, like she could fit in his arms. She wanted to kill him, Leon. Kill Leon and get it all over with. After a moment of staring at Fectum, her eyes cleared back into their smooth, beautiful glossy blue and her light saber faded from view. She clicked the saber in its holister, glaring at Leon one last time.

"It'll be better to kill him when he remembers who I am." She muttered out loud. "But I have to kill him on my own." She said this, looking at Fectum with calm, clear eyes.

The rage had some what drained away her energy, but she shakily pulled herself to stand and steped closer to Fectum, glaring still down at Leon with calmed indifference.

"Where's your table?" She grabbed her head, the rush of losing power almost getting to her.

Darth Fectum

Fectum grabbed her gently by the wrist and let her flop down into his booth.He couldn't quite get over her dominance it was breathtaking yet disturbing. He was lost for words but then realized he didn't know her or why she just nearly killed a man.

"So what's your story?" Fectum said with a smirk.

RainaRose

"My story?" She snorted, catching her breath. "My story's worthless." She was a younge, beautiful waitress who wasn't really a witress at all, but a memeber of the Sith Order. She was strong but she lacked self control that was needed by Sith members.

Raina hadn't been studying the Sith order long enough to gain any kind of real self control or patiance, but she had been alive long enough to know how to control her OWN ablities. She was not a human Sith, that much she had accidently made apparent.

"We'ren't you going to buy me a drink? I could use one." She smiled slightly, all of the anger she'd had draining now that Leon was out of her view. She seemed more like a woman and less dangerous. Which could change in an instant if necssary.

Darth Fectum

Another waitress strolled by carrying several drinks along with her. Fectum force pulled two to their booth." I'm impressed by how much you-" He paused searching for the words," assert your authority. You know I could get you off this rock. We could go to a sith temple, or my apartment on Cloud City."

Fectum didn't want to anger her again so he tried to make the conversation worth while," I think you need to learn how to channel your dark energy to the force. I can't train you for I am only a trainee myself. But we could watch a holocron. I'll give you the holocron on how to build a double bladed lightsaber as a free gift." He rolled the little circle across the table and laughed a little at how much of a Sham-WOW! guy he sounded like.

Sephiroth

It had all passed like a blur to Leon. The miniature assault, the lightsaber next to his neck, and her threats. Wait........no it couldn't be her......he'd been looking for her for a while, but had given up after many months of searching. It was Raina, the girl he loved. Why was she with the darkside? He wanted some answers, now.

"Raina.....why?" He walked over the two, catching a bit of their conversation. Something about going to his appartment, no.....now he was a bit irritated. It looked as if the man, named Fectum apparently, was about to say something to Leon. Not giving the Sith a chance to tell him off, he backhaned Fectum hard, sending him to the floor next to his booth.

He grasped Raina's shouldars and shook her a few times. "Why are you on their side?! Why........don't you care for me?" His mind was working overtime to try and burn through the alcohal and drugs, a tirck he'd picked up on Nar Shadda.

Darth Fectum

(I'm fourteen you abusive freak.JK.)
Fectum staggered up , a bit woozy from the blow." What is your problem?" Fectum growled, igniting both ends of his lightsaber."You are a fool to hit a sith. You just wait til she's harnessed her dark energy. She'll hit you so hard that you'll make a record in the Kessel Run, Skum." Fectum was considering using lightning.

RainaRose

Raina glared at him, Leon, trying to wrench away from him. "Get off of me!" She placed her hands on his chest, standing and pushing against him. She was trying to free herself.

Sephiroth

"No, tell me why you're with the Sith?" He got behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck, while igniting his silver curved saber. "She may be strong, but I'm stronger. Do you really want to take this ride boy?" His saber was aimed at Fectum, daring him to make the first move.

RainaRose

Raina growled at him, trying to jerk out of his grip. "Let me go or I'm going to kill you!" She twisted in his grip, glaring at him with raging blue eyes switching back and forth from red to blue. She grabbed his arm, trying to lower the saber.

"This is between me and you! Lets take this out side!" She shouted and then, to Leon alone and to herself, she whispered, "And so I can spill your blood."

Lord Invictus

Invictus was, to put it bluntly, disturbed by his lack of control over the developing brawl. Having deposited his saber within his silk robes, he glided to the fighting two, raising his arms slowly.

His fingers, long, pale-white, slender things, extended, Invictus summoned the force to their tips. They glittered with the lightning held in them, the power rushing through Invictus like a flood in a dam.

"Release him- and her- now," he croaked, a small beam of lightning rushing out of his fingertips as a warning. "It would be... unwise, for you to disobey."

RainaRose

Raina glared at Invictus, a power rose around with in her but it was not the power of the force. Not the power of the force by the dark side but a power of another kind, and it was most defiantly different. Her instincts were starting to take over and she glared darkly at Invictus.

"You will stay out of this. I don't need the force to break your neck and kill you, and I could be standing in front of you before the forces sense get the CHANCE to alert you." Her voice had changed, over lapped by two female voices chanting with in each other. She glared up at Leon, her face twisted in dismay.

"Out side." She growled, the same echo voice trailing around the room.

Sephiroth

Leon looked from Invictus to Raina, then to Fectum. His mind finally clear of the inhibiters, he began to formulate a plan. "Raina...for once could you shut up? I'm sure that the second we leave someone is getting hurt."

Using the Force, he brought a few of the lights down from the ceiling, causing the room to darken, save the lightsabers. "See ya." Picking Raina up, he bolted out the cantina entrance. No one saw the smirk on his face.

Lord Invictus

Invictus stepped closer, summoning enough force lightening in his hands to illuminate them with blue orbs.

"Do you mock me?" he scoffed, his humped back crackling as he brought himself to full height.

In his total height, he was huge. Unnaturally thin, perhaps, but huge. He lifted his hands, ready to fire two lethal bolts of lightening at Raina at point-blank range. Then, he crunched his hands down, the lightening dissipating.

"Very well, but I expect an honorable duel..." he snickered, hunching over once more: he was old, and- while he enjoyed his intimidating stature- it was uncomfortable to hold such a position for an excessively long time.

RainaRose

Raina, growling from Leon's shoulder, twisted around trying to get at her light saber. Not only had this little interference cost Raina her job, her Master was going to find her. That brought the girl up short and her eyes instatnly returned to blue, a worried blue. She looked down at Leon, trying to think of what was REALLY going on inside her head. All she saw was a Jedi she didn't know anymore and the fact that she had so stupidly given away her wear abouts.

Lord Salzoren was going to be pissed. And she knew it.

"Put me down. Lets finally settle this!" She wasn't angry but she knew that she had to make quick work of this and find another place to hide before Salzoren caught on to her. He would be there soon, she knew, and things were not looking up for either of them if HE showed his face.

Sephiroth

Leon tossed her a few feet away from him, a small grin on his face. Pulling his lightsaber out once more, he put his arms out dramatically. "Alright.....if you think you can take me, then give it your best shot." With that, his sliver blade came to life, a traditional Makashi salute was given.

Darth Fectum

Fectum sat baffled by what he saw. Anger was swelling up in him. He glared up at Invictus with his piercing blue eyes, stuttering a bit." Come old man. She is NO match for him yet. She needs proper training." Fectum aimed his lightsaber in the direction of the door, where waitresses and unlawful criminals ran out to see what was going on.

RainaRose

Raina looked down at herself and back up at Leon. He was open, and she could cheap shot him if she wanted. She could pull her saber out and silce him to bits. She could have done it. Her fingers twitched onto the hilt, un-moving as she watched the two of them in their actions with one another. Raina wanted to pull the saber, to kill him for forcing her to stoop so low as to fall under the Sith.

For a moment she was inrage again.

Leon had been the cause of Salzoren.

The rage drained away and she thought about what Salzoren would do to Leon, he was a Jedi. If he saw Raina going against Invictus, another Sith Lord, she was going to be in more trouble if he found her. And he would torture Leon, of that Raina was more then certain. It all happened quickly after that.

"Leon! We can't stay here, we have to leave, now!" She grabbed his arm, not forcefully, but strong enough to make a point. It wasn't agressive but....worried.

Sephiroth

One second she was trying to attack him, threatening to kill him. The next, she was pulling at him, telling him they had to leave, a look of real concern in her eyes. He could feel her anger was gone, that was good. But what of Invictus, Fectum, and the other Sith in the cantina?

"Should we try and fight them off Raina? Can you fight them off? Or do we simply run and fight another day?" This was new...Jedi and Sith working together.

Darth Fectum

Fectum ran outside into the snow, he saw Raina, trying to fight Leon, or so he thought.

"Raina, get out of the way." He got in a defensive stance." I will make short work of him."

RainaRose

Raina growled. "YOU are leaving, now. I, however, and going somewhere else. I have to find another Master. Get the hell out of here. If I ever see you again, I will kill you." She looked over at Fectum. "He's mine! For later work!" But then again, she thought, we won't see each other again. There are too many worlds.

She began sulking towards Fectum, ready to at least take his advice. She liked him, and if she told him her story, maybe he could help hide her. Salzoren was too much for any of them to handle, of this she was positive. If they fought him, they would die. His power was termendouse for the Vampireic Sith Lord. She would not fight, would not let them fight.

Sephiroth

Leon lowered his head, looking solemly at the ground, before glancing at Raina and that scum Fectum. "I don't think so." Using the Force, Leon pelted a large amount of snow at them, before charging with his lightsaber.

RainaRose

Raina crawled from the snow, looking up at him like he was insane. She scurried to stand, and ran in front of him, catch his light saber on her side. She groaned. It burned and tore, but she managed to wedge herslef in front of him.

"Stop it and go away." She growled.

Sephiroth

A quick headbutt to her face and she let go of him. "You are coming with me Raina. I know you better than you think, and you aren't happy." He punched her hard in the stomach, while keeping his saber at an angle where he could stop both her and Fectum if needed.

Darth Fectum

Fectum used the force to put the injured Raina in a large pile of snow to help the burn.

Fectum laughed , sending booming echoes across the vicinity." You really don't know when to let go of things. And she has the right to leave sombody who clearly doesn't know how to treat a lady." Fectum began to charge, spinning his lightsaber in an eliptical fashion.

RainaRose

She moaned. "I hate the force." Raina's blonde hair covered her face, looking worried because she didn't know what she should do.

And she was wearing practically nothing and she was starting to get cold.

Sephiroth

"I know how to treat a lady. She doesn't know how to treat a person who cares for her. You bore me." Leon blocked Fectum's blade with his own, having no difficulty in keeping it from killing him. A quick jab to Fectum's jaw gave him a little space, to which he pushed the enemy blade away and attempted to swipe Fectum's head off.

((Fectum, do you have a normal saber? Or double-bladed?))

Darth Fectum

(Double bladed. I spin it infront of me like a helicopter.)

"Ouch, that really hurt." Fectum Joked, ducking to avoid iminent decapitation. " You are weak and have no vision." Fectum threw an orb of lightning at him and prepared to strike him down.

Sephiroth

Leon swung his saber in an arc, intercepting the lightning, then quickly brought it back down in a parry to stop Fectum's blade again. "I was walking darkness and plotting to gain power before you ever dreamed of the darkside boy." This time, he gave a hard shove using Force Push, sending Fectum onto his back. "Besides.....you've no idea how to properly use Force Lightning."

RainaRose

Raina could feel the dark presence approching from the other side of the planet and her eyes, normally so filled with contented rage and power, grew dark with fear and worry. She jumped infront of both men, her eyes soft. She looked like a fragile woman instead of a powerful Sith. She looked normal and almost weak. And if she saw herself right now, she would spit at how degrading it was.

"Please." She begged them. "Please, we have to leave now."

Darth Fectum

Fectum bolted over Leon's head and swung, missing his arm by inches. " My dreams become reality you worthless jedi. Oh and I don't believe you should doubt my abilities." Fectum cackled sending out a small stream of lightning which,with a strong force push , turned into a raging storm of electricity that shot out in every direction.

Sephiroth

Leon brought his hands up in order to shield himself from the Lightning, though a few he was unable to divert and shot into his body. "My dreams may have failed, but I changed them afterwards. I didn't say I doubted your abilities, I just know how to use them better!" Leon countered Fectum's Lightning with his own, though he kept himself from being lost in anger.

RainaRose

Raina groaned, jumping to her feet and rushing to stand in between the two of them. The presence was getting closer and she hadn't even started to get away yet. If Salzoren and the 4 Masters found Leon, they would torture him til death. They wouldn't allow him to die so quickly.

"PLEASE!!!" She screamed, getting in the way of the Sabers so that if they came any way they would hit her.

"We must leave NOW!!!"

Darth Fectum

Fectum countered with a counter, grunting with strain trying to get a hold on this. But it was over...for Leon. Fectum used all the power he had to knock leon into the bar.

"Let's move." He said grabbing Raina by the arm and force dashing through the snow.

RainaRose

Raina growled. "NO!" She stopped, throwing all of her weight against Fectum and dashing over to the thrown Leon. "I've lost it." The presence was closing in around them and she grabbed Leon.

"We can't leave him. Jedi or not, he was a Sith. Once a Sith always a Sith. And he wasn't yours to fight!" She growled, dragging Leon to his feet with terrified blue eyes.

"Leon, you have to come with us now." She grabbed his arm, looking over at Fectum with a serious expression.

"He's a Jedi. I won't leave him with Salzoren. Where do you want to take us?"

Sephiroth

"You're better than I expected. I'd even go so far as to say I underestimated you." Leon had already recovered, and with a large piece of metal in his hand, hit Fectum in the head hard enough to send him flying into a wall. The Force was a great ally.

"But you can't beat me, and if you don't stop screwing with me I'm going to kill you." With the Force helping him, Leon threw the metal toward's Fectum's heart, a death spear.

RainaRose

Raina saw it and before it could reach Fectum she got in front of the meteal, letting it pierece right threw her shoulder. She hated being the way she was, and she gripped her shoulder, hitting her knees in the snow while blood spots trailed out of the white of the ground in which she was now grounded to. Her breath caught in the icy cold and she held the wound with her hand, trying to think quickly. She decided that she was probably going to die out here, into the cold. It wouldn't be because of her shoulder, but because of Salzoren.

Her face twisted in pain and fear.

"Leon. Come here...." She moaned, doing anything she could to keep her body from shaking to rapidly. She couldn't help it.

Sephiroth

He was horrified. He didn't want to hurt her, he just wanted to take her with him. His own stupidity and inability to let things go caused it. He rushed to her side, momentarily forgetting about Fectum. "What....what is it Raina?" A single tear escaped his eye. He wanted to hold her, and tell her that it would be ok. He wanted to kiss her.

Darth Fectum

"Don't you know force heal? Urgh. Damnit let me do this." Fectum put his hand on Raina ignoring his wounds.

Fectum was a bit bloodied , he felt dizzy and his head was bleeding but otherwise he was fine." Urgh. Fine , I'm taking you all to Cloud City, it's remote and easy to blend in to. We have to be quick. And ummm... My B-wing can only fit so many people but I think we'll manage." Fectum let Raina lead the way to Hangar G in the spaceport nearby.

Sephiroth

((Wait Fectum, she's been injured. I know you were already writing when she posted, but please edit it))

Darth Fectum

(Just did.)

RainaRose

Raina gripped her shoulder. "Nothing, forget it." She saw his tear and for a moment she forgot where she was.

"We have to get out of here, fast. Anywhere, it doesn't matter." She looked at Fectum, and gave him a small smile while trying to cover the blood on her arm and make the cold and walking the way she was look simple. It hurt her so bad.

"Thanks Fectum, I mean it." She reached out to give him a hug, and her arm forbid her from doing so. "Ow.." She winced, her face twisting in pain.

Darth Fectum

" You know Raina," Fectum said patching her up conversationally," I feel awkward being a sith and helping you...in the middle of a cantina. What will that old master of yours do to these innocent people?"

RainaRose

"He won't do anything. Too many people around, as long as we are gone." She looked afraid to even speak about him, but she managed to swollow it down.

Her body began shaking from the cold, sudden jolts coming upon her here and there but she made no complaint. She was wearing a short skirt, a tight shirt, an apron, her saber, and some snow boots. Not ideal for snowy weather in the least bit. But she swollowed the feeling down and said nothing.

Sephiroth

"Pfft, no hug for me? You don't care about me, you never did." He whispered that last part to himself. "If we go to Cloud City, it should be secure enough to hide. These people, " He stopped to look at some of the bystanders, "don't deserve to be killed."

He turned his gaze to Fectum. "When I was a Sith, I would attack Jedi on site. It was almost customary, kill the enemies of the Sith Order, blah blah blah. However, I'm a Jedi once again, and as such I will not attack you unless provoked. I would hope you to have enough honor to do the same."

Noticing that Raina was shivering, and why wouldn't she in this weather, he handed her his cloak. "Take this, it will keep you warm."

Darth Fectum

(I'm gonna ignore that one Raina.)

"You aren't worth my time at this moment. If Raina wants you alive you get to live. If she wants you dead you will be killed on sight." He changed the subject abruptly."That should do it Raina." He wrapped his cloak around Leon's for extra warmth.

Fectum shivered and felt a sharp pain in his neck there was a great dark energy in this planet's orbit." We must leave."

RainaRose

Raina took one look at Leon's cloak, and turned her head away from it. "I should ahve left you there to be killed. You got me injured again. I don't understand why I keep doing this, I should kill you now and be done with it." She threw her arms around her legs and burried her face in it.

She wanted to badly to hate the Leon who was standing before her, when she knew that he was trying so hard to do the right thing. How could she though? How could she when all was said and done? She kept her mouth shut, continuing to shiver. She was bleeding perfusly, cold, she'd allowed her Master to almost locate her and would now be able to track her for awhile, lost her job and her pay check, all because of one stupid man. Leon.

"Thank you, Fectum. Lets keep him alive for now please." She took Fectums coat with out protest and wrapped it around her shoulders, looking at Leon's face for reaction.

She groaned again from pain and realization.

Sephiroth

Leon usually didn't get angry about things, but now he was slightly irritated. With a few steps he was in Fectum's face. "You still don't get it do you? You can't beat me, let alone kill me. So stop with the empty threats, and get on with your life." He turned to Raina, his features softening a bit. "You, you think that you're some kind of queen? Do you think that every time you want something or think something, that nothing can go against it? Get over yourself." With that he turned and headed towards Hanger G, part of him, the old part, not caring if they followed him or not. However, he supposed that the three of them could hold off anyone that attacked them.

RainaRose

Raina growled, standing. "Do you think that you have a right to parade around like your god you-son-of-a-nerf herder." She felt hot tears rising to her face and she grabbed Leon by the scruff.

"Do you have any idea what the poodoo you pulled put me through? I bet not!!! Even if I told you, I bet you wouldn't give a damn? When did you ever Leon? When did you ever give a flying fu*k about anything?" A few flash backs filled her minds and she began shaking, tears suddenly crawling down her face. "Do you have any idea what they did to me you sorry butt?"

She hadn't been the cursing type, until she'd gone into the Sith. She remebered telling Leon to watch his language when he'd said 'crap'. Her cursing streak had just started when she realized how poodooish everything was. She felt tears on the brim of her face, more flash backs, more memories.

"Do you ahve any idea how I should kill you now!?"

Crozeus

((Woah... language Confused

))

All heads, save for those of the drunks and the stoned, were on the peculiar trio. The attractive waitress, the arrogant Sith and the Jedi. Crozeus stood up, ignored by the other patrons, and walked over to the scene. He knew Fectum from training and stood beside him, and the waitress, who he now noticed to be a Force user, and a Dark one at that.

"Leave, now." Was all he said. His voice, husky yet strong, was finally used and people watched interested to see what would happen next.

As far as he was concerned, the Sith were outnumbered and outclassed by Jedi, and a fight would not yield the best results.

Lord Invictus

Invictus heaved himself up, gliding toward the... site of tension. His feet left next to no impression on the snow, and he silently hovered next to Leon.

"And what is this?" his hissed, his low voice disturbing beyond comparison. "There is no peaceful resolve between the Jedi and Sith.... you must learn this! If you do not fight this disgusting slime, I will finish him off myself!"

Invictus ignited his long, curved, Scarlet blade, taking a classic Makashi stance. The Sith Lord lifted it up- quite dramatically- to challenge Leon. The snowy weather twisted the Lord's cape, giving him the image of a withering wraith.

Invictus quickly lunged forward, stabbing his blade at Leon, to begin the duel.

Crozeus

"Stang!"

Crozeus leapt back from the Lord, a violet blade springing forth from his wrist.

Instantly the cantina was in uproar as Jedi and Sith alike drew blades of different colours, patrons, even the drunk and the stoned staggering around blindly for the exit, which was being stampeded save for those who lagged behind to watch. All that remained was for Leon to counter and it would be chaos. Just like Crozeus had predicted.

Lord Invictus

Invictus didn't move his head: what was the point for a blind man?

He continued to "see" the countless Jedi heave themselves up along with many Sith, a brawl being set up in the process.

Always the instigator, Invictus lifted his blade higher, laughing.

"And do you all challenge me?" he roared, his psychotic laughter drowning out most murmurs between Jedi and Sith. "Where is your bravery, my brothers? Where is your fear of the Great Imperial Nation of the Sith Order? Are you so spineless as to sit as your comrades- even a Sith must hold their nationalism- are mocked by the presence of this... contamination of life?" Invictus waved his saber at Leon. "This perversion of the force! And where is the courage of Jedi? Your honor, your bravery? Will none stand up and fight? Sith and Jedi dining together: sacrilege!"

A younger Jedi, a padawan or something of the like, quickly sprinted toward Invictus, igniting his blade. The child, less than 14 by the looks of it, had a proud and un-Jedi look on his face, as if attempting to prove something be killing an overwhelmingly more powerful foe (a padawan isn't a match for even the weakest of Sith Lords). Invictus quickly, and with great pleasure, lifted the boy up, realigning his spine as his fingers twiddled experimentally, sending invisible hammers to the boy's back.

Letting the boy fall, he left the paralyzed "vegetable" to rot. It simply looked blankly at the ceiling until a Jedi, disgusted, stabbed the boy mercifully.

"His death was regrettable, but his arrogance was insulting to both your order and mine," Invictus hissed, grinning as Sith and Jedi gazed furiously at one another: many a Sith were disgusted by the barbarism of Invictus, but it was doubtful any would be so traitorous to the Order to betray him.

Crozeus

((I wasn't attacking you, just igniting my saber.))

Darth Fectum

"Raina come on!" Fectum yelled pulling her towards a safe point where she could still be close to Leon." I know you care for him but remember your master is coming."

Lord Invictus

((I editted the post, Crozeus. Also, Fectum, sorry. I editted, so your post may be irrelevant. It looks like an all-out Sith vs. Jedi brawl is coming))

Darth Fectum

Fectum let go of Raina to go kick Invictus's victim."I am your altar ego. I am a young sith. You were a fool to agitate such an intimidating Sith Lord." Fectum spit in the kid's face.

"Raina move your butt! Get to the ship!" Fectum pleaded to her telepathically.

Sirak Sazen

((OOC: We're going to say that Ryn passed out. Laughing

Might soon be time for Vereor to make an appearance.))

The screams of patrons awakened Ryn to the horror. People lay dead and dying on the floor of the cantina. Ryn leaped across the bar counter and nearly into another drunk. He looked around in panic. "Raina! Where are you?" His voice seemed to be drowned out by the hum of lightsabers and the violent noise of blasters. A trail of blood and footprints led out the door. The fight had moved outside. He'd search there next.

Ryn scrampled out the door and slipped on the ice. He fell hard and felt his bony wrist crunch under his weight. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed in pain, holding his arm tightly to his torso. "Raina! Raina!" The cold began to affect his wounded wrist and the light shining off of the snow cut of his vision. It didn't matter. He needed to know that she was safe. "Where are you?"

RainaRose

Raina looked at Fectum and at Ryn, trying to quickly think of what she needed to do. She grabbed Ryn by the scruff, pulling him away from the chaos and looked at Fectum once again, her eyes searching the crowd for Leon. She couldn't find him, and it worried her so suddenly that he could be killed that she couldn't think of anything else. He had disappeared from the group and she knew that if she stayed it would be worse and the Jedi in the area were in danger. Salzoren would wipe them out. She knew of this.

Her head twisted to Fectum and Ryn, "Lets get the hell of here now!" She launched in their direction, the wound on her side making it hard for her to walk. She pushed herself though, worry about Leon battling her thoughts.

He could handle himself. She told herself in her mind.

Darth Fectum

Fectum scooped Raina up in his arms and ran as fast as he could into the hangar. He quickly closed the doors. Jedi were trying to slice through."Get in that B-wing!" he yelled pointing towards the center of the huge room.

RainaRose

"Make sure Ryn is safe! He has to go with us!" She was starting to get dizzy, her head falling on Fectum's shoulder while looking around the room. She hated feeling weak but the burn on her side was starting to hurt worse. She groaned and leaned her head on Fectum's shoulder, trying despratly to catch her breath.

"Fectum....Ryn." She whispered.

Sirak Sazen

Everything was happening so quickly that Ryn barely had time to react. He dashed across the snow towards the B-Wing. "Raina! Stay with me." He grabbed her by the shoulders and attempted to keep her conscious. "You're gonna make it. Hang on." Ryn looked up at the man Raina had been talking to. "Get this ship off the ground now. We need to get out of here now!"

RainaRose

Raina groaned. "I'm fine, its just the cold and the wound making me dizzy! Fectum, get the ship off the ground." She shoved out of Fectum's arms, trying to sit up stright on her own and looking coldly around at the ship that she was in. Leon was still out there, and she was in here, being useless.

And Salzoren was on the way.

She shuttered at the thought of him.

Darth Fectum

The Jedi were restless outside. This was their only chance. Fectum ran to the cockpit pulling down the accelerator lever as he did so. The ship lifted off the ground Fectum force pulled Ryn into the ship, and sat in the Pilot's seat.

Now the jedi managed to break through the doors. Fectum turned the ship upward and shot through the ceiling, a large chunk landing on a foolish jedi. The ship flew through the great hole, shooting the steel beems as it did so.

The facility imploded, killing hundreds of jedi." That was satisfying." Fectum laughed admitingly.

RainaRose

Raina groaned again. She took it upon herslef to layout accross the floor, sitting while looking up calmly at the celling. Her blye eyes danced quietly with dizzness as she tried to think of her next move. He would follow her. She curled up, her arms sliding around her legs as if to protect herself for something horrible.

"I don't feel so good..." She muttered, her skirt climbing ever so slightly up her leg to where you could see her thigh in perfect clear view. No enough that anything else was showing, but it was still open.