A Pleasant Meeting (Seraphina Shel'tah)

[Darth Ferus]

Onderon​

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[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]​

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Another stop for the Red Man was on no other place but Onderon. A place of peace, despite it's violent past. He walked about the city in his usual attire, using it to simply blend into the background. People would think Sith dressed in dark brooding robes, not leather armor. As he walked about he would pay attention to the people. They didn't even know. Force sensitive or not they wouldn't know he was there. Art of the Small hid him, and he loved it.

Of course, this wouldn't be any fun if he just hid. He needed a target. Someone who seemed so unshakable that when he broke them, the galaxy would feel it. His blue eyes would trail over the people walking by him, ever searching for someone to be able to toy with.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Sera wandered through the streets on Onderon's market district alone. With some time away from her everyday routines and the rest of the Order as a whole, it gave her some breathing room to simply relax and enjoy the pleasantries that the planet had to offer. There was to be a parade later in the afternoon that she planned to attend, to celebrate one of their yearly traditions that would include festive dancing, fireworks, a fantastic feast, and music.

She paused for a moment and glanced around the crowd. The vast number of people gathered as they awaited the start of the festivities was certainly impressive, though she had a bit of trouble navigating through the swath of bodies to find a place to sit and eat her food within view of the street for when the parade started. A number of children paused as they passed by her, looking at the byzantine colored skin on the Twi'lek and giggling, unfamiliar with the vast color differences between her species. She made a few funny faces towards them and pretended to chase them as they scurried away from her back into the waves of people.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

And then, there she was. A gleeful smile formed on the Zabrak's face when he saw [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] . A pink woman. It was very interesting to the red man. Upon watching the boys seem to tease her, he couldn't help but send a rather dark mental message to her. This message would allow her to feel a part of his darkness, a small part at that, and even where he was. Those boys should be taught a lesson, don't you agree? He stopped in the crowd, staring right at her with his large grin. But if she were to look his way, she would only see him for an instant until a passerby blocked him out, and he would have moved. Now he would begin his taunt. Perhaps his trip here wasn't a waste after all.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

A shiver was sent through her body as an unwelcome messenger penetrated her consciousness with a hateful message. Her head snapped up and looked around frantically through the crowd, her mind erecting a wall in an attempt to prevent any further outside interference. She was a bit taken back, being unable to detect whomever sent the message, piercing her psyche. Scanning the crowd for the perpetrater her eyes darted back and forth between individual after individual. Whomever sent that message was watching her, and knew where she was, and unless she got her bearings on their location she was an easy target.

Where are you? Her eyes finally locked on to [member="Darth Ferus"]. A blood red Zabrak, staring intently into hers for only a moment before disappearing into the flooded streets. In the next instant, all that remained was the brief memory of his image, for he was gone. The girl placed her food down and rose from her position, slowly passing through the crowd to where the other just stood, her mind alert to further attempts to touch her consciousness.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Dancing his way through the ground the red man would move to vet behind her, stalking slowly. Once upon her, he would lean towards her neck, only to whisper into her ears. The voice was soft, melodic even, clearly altered by the force. "You should be more careful. I could of broken you." With those worlds he would slink back, once more blending into the crowd. But this time, he used the belt attached to his waist. A simple hologram of a normal person would be all she would see if she turned, and the man would give her an odd look if she stared too long.

Oh this was going to be fun.

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Typically it took a substantial amount of stress to rack the knight's nerves. However the day was quickly turning from a festive and joyful experience to an axiety filled nightmare. She could feel the warmth of the Zabrak's breath as he whispered into her ear. Her head spun around to check behind her as she focused her eyes on anyone close to her. The quiet words escaped her lips as she replied, unsure of who she was exactly responding to "What...Do you want? Show yourself."

Continuing to walk she frequently scanned the crowd behind her as she quickened her pace, turning down an empty alleyway as her hand rested atop her saber still dangling off of her belt. Her mind extended outwards as she closed her eyes for a moment to cry out to the hidden entity. Who are you and what do you want with me?!

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Sith would continue to follow [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] , but every chance he got he changes the hologram. He couldn't use stealth through the force, but this would work. Her call, loud as it was, sounded more like music than anything else. Her fear was palatable, and with a grin he would keep just close enough to taunt her. His call would ring out for her ears, but again it was all through the mind.

"You shouldn't be so afraid Jedi, we Sith live off of it. But.. If you must know what I want, well. You shall see soon enough during the fireworks tonight."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The Jedi snapped. The Sith was finally under her skin and she had enough of his distant mockery of her. Her right hand grasped the purple saber dangling from her hip and slid her thumb against the activator, springing the blade to life as she spun around to face the entryway from which she had just come a moment ago. Sera's frustration at the elusiveness of [member="Darth Ferus"] was starting to elevate further.

"What is happening at the fireworks? Stop with the games coward!"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Come by the docks and see for yourself. Oh, and your yelling at no one." The red man once more himself grinned wickedly amidst the staettled group of people. For now, he would fade away, a grin on his. She would certainly see what he meant soon enough. Of course, he had to gijs stood spot. The docks were a lie after all.

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The Twi'lek deactivated her saber, sheathing the glimmering purple blade back into its housing before clipping it back onto her belt. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, her eyes squinting as she sighed, shaking her head. Obviously it was a trap. This was a Sith she was dealing with. However either way, both parties knew she would be there. And so she made her way out of the alley and back into the crowded streets, continuing to keep a vigilant eye out in the event that this trap was to be sprung in the midst of public. It wasn't entirely unlike the Sith to take innocent lives, so she would expect no less here today.

As she approached the industrial district minutes later she took a quick glance around for any sign of immediate threats before slowly walking down toward the pier where a number of freighters were in the process of being loaded, though due to the festivities today the area was void of all workers. The rest of the loading was to be completed the following day. The Jedi knight knelt down along the side of the pier, looking out into the water, her eyes closed, breathing slowed as she waited for either the Sith to reveal himself, or to continue playing the little game of [member="Darth Ferus"].

 

[Darth Ferus]

She wouldn't have to wait long, well. She wouldn't see him just yet. Still with his presence shrunk, he wandered around the docks where [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] sat waiting. And as he walked, he changed things. Metal supports were changed to a much more explosive, and still sturdy, material. High heat would set them off, like a flame. Parts of the floor he turned into something softer, able to stay together with no weight on it, but prone to break should enough weight was pressed down. Only then did he stop hiding. His presence would suddenly fill the room, the crushing darkness of it almost suffocating to those too weak of will. But this shouldn't be the case for a Jedi.

Stepping behind her, he would pull out the sheath of one of his sabers, a slight grin on his face. "So you waited? I expected you to go to the authorities. And yet, here you are."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The mind of the Twi'lek Jedi was quiet, meditating with knees folded underneath her. The sudden wave of darkness that enveloped the area would be alarming if she were not already expecting his presence to smother the vicinity where she had remained in wait. He was cunning in his ability to mask his presence from her. Then again, she had yet to be properly trained in detecting those who attempted to hide their Force signature with such great detail.

Without moving from her kneeling position as the Force alerted her to the Sith's position behind her she lifted her head.
"Of course I waited, what good would it do sending innocent lawmen to their death in a hopeless attempt to stop a Sith? No. You wanted me, and here I sit."

A sudden calling of energy traversed through the knight, projecting outwards as her legs rapidly lifted her up, feet springing her body forward into a half layout, landing on her feet facing [member="Darth Ferus"] as she withdrew both her green and purple sabers, holding them firmly in her hands, though still inactive for the moment as she gauged whether or not he had anything to say, or if he was merely here on a Jedi hunt. "What do you want with me, schutta?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

A golden blade sprung to life, the grin of the red man ever widening. "So aggressive for a Jedi. Tell me, what would have happened if I had decided to kill someone. Or a lot of people. You could of chosen to come here instead of warning people and cost more lives. So, why are you here child? Do you have something to prove against the big bad Sith?" He would make no move to attack, but he watched her. Already she displayed ways for him to break her. Sides of her that he could exploit to bring her down.

Perfect.

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

A golden saber? The Zabrak must feel like he's some kind of unique butterfly amongst the Sith.

"Warning the masses would have caused hysteria. It would be a stampede of frightened innocents, and you likely would have withdrew whatever it was you were looking to do. No. I want to know why you're here."

Tapping the activator switches on her sabers, the green and purple blades rushed from the hilts nipping at the surrounding air, awaiting direction. The younger Twi'lek adjusted her stance, positioning the left hand in a diagonal lean in front of her body, while the right hand reversed direction behind her, held in a much more aggressive manner. Sliding her left leg forward and bending her right knee in tandem she readied herself for whatever [member="Darth Ferus"] was planning.

"Something to prove? No. Just something to stop."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You know, Jar'kai has a rather easy weakness to exploit." The golden blade would flick upwards as he suddenly burst forward. The Force itself fueled his movements as he would close the distance. Or, at least, that's what he wanted [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] to think. Stopping a good couple of feet away his saber could be seen piratically brimming with the Force. And as he stopped, he tore his blade through the air.

A Force Blast, similar to a push, released itself from the blade and soared for the female. It's intent wasn't to kill or maim or anything even close to that. Rather, it was to knock her backwards, even off balance. His form would run after the blast however, utilizing the blast as a cover for when he got close. With both of his hands on his blade, he would bring the golden blade upwards for her chest, to bring the saber above his own head.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Sera smirked, she didn't want to, it was involunatary. If any thing she was an unorthodox opponent when it came to her combat style. So his comment would elicit the smile of a terrible poker player trying to hold back their hand containing a full house. As the man charged her she flexed her arms and focused solely on his movements, rather than his sabers. He was still a good distance clear that they weren't of concern. Peculiar though, that he stopped further than his blades would reach. It was then that she saw his motive. A surge of energy released itself from the tip of his saber unlike anything she had seen in the past. Sure, she could leap backward, or to the side, or even borrow some of the Force to leap up and over the blast, but given his snide comment towards her she reckoned that he had planned for that.

Instead, she twisted the palm of her left hand outwards, fueling an encompassing barrier around herself to divert the energy directed towards her around the stasis field while [member="Darth Ferus"] drove a potentially lethal slash upwards, where his blade would meet the resistance of the field surrounding her, before continuing harmlessly along its course. The draw on the Knight to maintain such a field for long against attacks of that caliber were relatively limited however, and she released the barrier immediately following the strike.

Making her own offensive maneuver as the barrier fell she slashed in a fluid motion with each blade, the left handed saber in a horizontal motion across his midsection to disembowel the Zabrak, while her right handed blade slid forward and around her back in a curved, almost punching method aimed across the center of his face.

"I'm anything but easily exploited, Sith scum."

 

[Darth Ferus]

In close range, she could probably see the massive grin on the Zabrak's face. Close range fighting was where he specialized, where he thrived. And his joy in being so close couldn't be ignored. With his sword above his head now, he would bring it down in a right handed grip, aiming for her own left handed blade. His intent, to simply push it aside, stop the attack. But there was still the saber coming at his face.

His left hand would shoot out, aiming to literally grab a hold of the energy. But what most didn't know was that underneath the durasteel plating of his robotic arm, cortosis ore was layered beneath. Upon contact, the lightsaber blade would burn through the durasteel with ease, but as soon as it touched the ore, the blade itself would shut off, unable to be used for a short while. And he was going to use this to his advantage. Riding on the fact that her saber would be deactivated, he would continue to bring his fist for her face. The Force built up on the knuckles, and on contact a force blast similar to the one he used prior would release.

This was, of course, if [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] 's saber was shut off.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Krest's grin would be met with an agitated grimace on Sera's face. A determination to overcome the Sith lord's overwhelming darkness and strength. As the gleeming gold blade of [member="Darth Ferus"] was lowered, its intended direction made clear by the angle in which it turned inwards, angling at her left hand, or her saber, she wasn't entirely certain if he was trying to cleave it off, or simply sever her stability in that hand, she relaxed her grip on the saber as it collided against his. Though the blade was knocked back safely away from any harmful intent she had wished for, it remained in her hand and would rise again a moment later to make another slash toward his leg.

Her focus would be more concentrated on the fact that the Zabrak just reached out and grabbed her lightsaber with his hands. The look of surprise on her face was astounding. Her jaw opened to form some kind of sound or word, but nothing came of it. For a split second she thought she had accomplished a wonderous victory, only to be immediately disappointed and shocked by her beautiful purple saber making a snapping, popping sound before silencing itself back into the sheathe.

The momentary distraction of her blade retracting would be enough for Krest to cram his fist against her cheek, snapping her head backwards as the force burst sent her stumbling backwards as a sharp wave of pain enveloped her face. As she regained her balance a few feet back her jaw felt a small tremor rush through it, her mouth was partially filled with blood from the impact forcing the inside of her mouth against her teeth, puncturing a small portion of her inner cheek.

Spitting the blood out she pressed the activator switch on her purple saber again. Nothing happened. Well, poodo. She adjusted herself and clipped the disfunctional saber onto her belt, turning her body sideways, entering into her backup stance of Makashi, her green blade held vertically in front of her. She couldn't afford to let him get that close again, nor could she let him get a grasp on her blade. The Cortosis gauntlets would be difficult to overcome, but she still had confidence.

And so she stood, waiting for his next move, remaining calm and centered. Her mind would stretch outwards, a small pile of metal beams that were in the process of being loaded onto one of the freighters would be her next tool. She was a naturally gifted telekinetic, and would use one of the durasteel beams as a weapon, if the need arose. She was a Jedi, but she wasn't against fighting dirty against a Sith.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There would be no pause for [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] as the Sith Lord would press the assault. Part of Djem So was to create an opening, and exploit it after all. As she stumbled back, he would step forward, his face mere inches from hers now. A button would be pressed on the hilt of his golden saber, and the blade would shrink to half of it's original size, and free of her green saber. Completely in her guard, he would turn the gold blade for her stomach, going for a quick stab.

But he was not finished. Bringing his head farther forward, he would aim his forehead for the bridge of her nose, intent on keeping her unbalanced while he continued his assault. With the momentum in his favor, he would be hard pressed to give it up.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

[member="Darth Ferus"] was incredibly relentless. As his blade reduced in size and made its way toward her stomach her knees would flex and force her body backwards in a quick tumble before coming upright just outside of his reach, his dual phase saber would only nip at the space she had just been. Her hand reached outwards, drawing in a concentrated flow of energy and forced it outward, instead of enveloping herself she would form the field around Krest in an attempt to contain him, if only for a brief period to regain a simple moment's rest.

Pressing the activator again on her saber she noted that the blade was still inactive. An immense disappointment. She was far from a master of Makashi, and he was an incredibly powerful Sith. It was becoming apparent that his skill outweighed hers, and unless she found some way to exploit something of his, she would be in trouble in a short matter of time. Her focus was fixated on maintaining the stasis field around the Sith lord as long as possible, she needed a moment to breathe, she was unused to being this far on the defensive line, and it was not pleasant.