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OOC: I'm going to try an ressurect a few old roleplays.
New alarms sprang to life on Liberator, inciting panic in those on the bridge. "Captain, give me a status report!" Tavik barked. A visibly shaken human gave the news from within his seat at the back of the room.
"An emeny craft landed in the main hangar. According to the holocams, the target appears to be a..." he paused for a moment, obviously disturbed at what he saw. "A Sith." Audible gasps around the room told the story. Nobody would ever imagine a Sith aboard Liberator and everybody knew what could happen.
Tavik stood perfectly still, apparently thinking out the situation within his mind. There were no more Jedi left one the ship. Tavik was the last one. "I'll go." His words were little more than a whisper. "I'll go take care of the Sith," he said again, louder. "Captain, you're in charge. If there are any problems, I'll have this." Tavik picked a comlink off the panel next to him and held it in the air for the captain to see. "If something should happen to me, alert the other ships of our situation and seal the blast doors." Tavik left his robe on a chair and walked out of the bridge.
The Jedi was in deep meditation for the coming fight, ignorant to the dead and grisly wounded being carried away from the hangar and the constant rocking of the ship. Tavik was shocked at what he saw when he finally reached the bay. Dead were strewn about like rag dolls and the menacing figure was still chopping away with his lightsaber. "That's enough!" Tavik yelled across to the being. "This madness ends now." And with that, two metallic lightsabers were drawn and ignited; one in each hand. Tavik took his stance and was ready to fight.
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"I find it hard. It's hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind."
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