A Path in shrouded light [Krest]

[Jordan Achilles]

[member="Krest"]​

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Lava, fire, and brimstone erupted from the deep craters of Mustafar, sending chunks of volcanic rock and ash towards the already stained black, ashen ground of Mustafar. Despite the hostile nature of the planet, life did thrive in metal constructs...though it was strange how the constructs were created in the first place, but that was a question for another day, for another person to be exact. Black ash cleared through the air as a transport shuttle flew through the darkened skies of Mustafar and slowly drifted through the ashen sky towards a steel landing pad, empty of all personal or ships. The ship floated down towards the landing pad and then the bottom corners of the shuttle extended outwards to allow a single landing pad to extended from each of the four corners before hitting the steel landing pad with a sharp thud. A ramp then extended from the rear of the vessel and a door was sent upwards into the ship through a pair of mechanisms. A figure then stepped out through the open door of the vessel, draped in a black shadow with it's face concealed to the world through a ashen hood draping over the face.​

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Jordan continued walking out of the ship and towards a single steel door that, when he approached, extended into the ceiling of the long corridor he was entering. Jordan stepped through the now open doorway casually but still with a bit of power in his step, as he stepped into the corridor, the steel door then extended back downwards and let out a thud as it reconnected to the ground, magnetically locking in place. Jordan walked down the corridor and threw his hoof off harshly before walking into a room filled with a total of two engineers. In disgust, Jordan unclasped the leather sleeve upon his left arm making the sleeve fall to the ground heavily with a clang, now this gained the attention of the two engineers who were previously oblivious to Jordan being in the room. Before they could react, Jordan extended out his left arm and opened up his hand, revealing the grey claws which were in place of his fingernails. His fingers sent out a cackling stream of blue and purple lightning towards both of the engineers simultaneously. After a few seconds, the engineers were killed off due to the pain of the electricity burning through the nerves and electrifying their blood, turning it warm and almost boiling.​

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With the effort down, Jordan slumped to one knee, weak from the effort. It had only been one week since his meet with Kara and the curse of the dathomirian wraith. His arm had been cursed in the process with it's appearance along with a few cons and a few pros, one of the cons being..whenever he used the new lightning that came with this new look of his left arm, his arm would feel like it was burning for a while due to the after effect of the dathomirian magic now coursing through some of the blood and nerves upon his left arm.​

"Ok, now that that's done...time to steal some stuff for a new lightsaber..."​

 

[Dezoti]

Mustafar. There was only one reason the man, so fresh from his hospital bed, would come here. There was a deal between one of his enemies, and a third party he wanted to make into a friend of his own. It was a far fetched idea to be certain, but it could have been worth it.

If not for the sudden pangs of death.

Walking through the same instillation as [member="Jordan Achilles"] the Zabrak couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. In the back of his mind he felt the pangs, as if someone or a group of people had just met a terrible end close by. A deep sigh escaped the mans lips as he pulled out the crummy hilt of the loner lightsaber he had borrowed from [member="Minna"] . Round, simple. It was by normal standards a decent saber, but Krest had used a flat bladed saber for so long that the item was almost as useful as a leaking bag of water. It would take time for him to learn how to use the blade, time he knew he didn't have.

Rounding a nearby corner, the force user would flick on the blue blade, a frown deep on his lips. This was the room alright, he could smell the stench of burned flesh, but there didn't seem to be anyone living remaining. Was he perhaps too late to have caught the murderer?

 

[Jordan Achilles]

[member="Krest"]
Jordan's ears pricked up as he heard the sound of a lightsaber or weapon of some-sort buzzing on and he heard the low rumble of footsteps but couldn't identify if they were footsteps or just the building making noises as they probably always did. Still, he wanted to be safe. Jordan reached his right hand down and clasped it around a cylinder of metal with cloth wrapped around it and he ignited a red blade from the cylinder. Jordan stood up and then saw a Zabrak right in front of him, close enough to touch. His eyes flickered towards the Zabraks blue blade and then, he acted.

Jordan stabbed the red blade toward's the Zabrak as if it was a light-weight rapier. With his left arm, Jordan let off a discharge of telekinesis, grabbing hold of a box stored in the corner and Jordan used his will and tried his best to throw the box towards the Zabrak with the help of the force.

 

[Dezoti]

Danger.

Yup, Krest had found him. [member="Jordan Achilles"] popped up pretty much right in front of him, a surprise for sure. The Zabraks eyes widened as the red blade sprang to life, and he could barely bring around the blade in his right handto knock the thrust away. Caught off guard though, there was little he could do with the box. It clipped his left shoulder, causing a pained grunt. If the limb want mechanical, it probably would have been dislocated.

Krest skirted his way back from the Sith, keeping the blue blade close to his form. For now, he was on the defensive. As normal though, he never liked to talk in a fight.

 

[Jordan Achilles]

[member="Krest"]
Jordan finally got a full glimpse of the Zabrak's appearance and limbs. His eyes caught onto the cybernetic limbs first, surprised that the man had these. Jordan brushed away those thoughts and back three paces away from the Zabrak for a minute before charging back towards the Zabrak. Jordan sent a kick sprawling towards the Zabrak's defended torso along with slashing his lightsaber diagonally towards the arm holding the saber as to let the Zabrak let his guard off, trying to get at least a single hit in.

 

[Dezoti]

The Zabrak continued back, gritting his teeth. He shouldn't be fighting, not this soon. But Krest couldn't just run away. Yet as [member="Jordan Achilles"] came in close, his vision blacked out. It want a permanent black out, but it was as if he had blinked, with his eyes wide open. The kick hit him square in the chest, causing him to stumble back. Yet his vision focused back in just in time to see the red blade coming for him. Gritting his teeth, he forced his blue blade to catch the blade as he continued back, trying to stay on his feet.

 

[Jordan Achilles]

[member="Krest"]
The blades clashed together in a heat of sparks and red and blue blades pasting together like they were glued. Jordan arched his blade back and struck again and again upon the blue blade which was in a defensive position. Trying to break his enemies strength and break his defense. Each time he brought it back he used more force and used the force within his blade to help him have more power while slamming the blade along with using his own emotions through the force. This was his first real fight after-all, he had to give in his all and win..or die trying. Jordan's eyes focused upon the hand placement of the blue blade, trying to figure out the correct way to swing in which the man's defense would crumble. He couldn't define any weakness at the moment save for the cybernetic limbs.