Cleaning the Slate [Lord Mythos]

[GhostOfProtocol]

A breeze blew in from behind, whistling. The man stood, eyes fixed at something in the distance. Hood covering his face, slowly leaping down, using the cliff face to help slide. Most civilians around the palace would think the male to be a simple merchant, he was dressed the part. Underneath the merchant robes was a dark Sith Acolyte turned light. His charred fingertips lay hidden under the robes, hiding his use of force lightning. He hadn't used it since leaving the One Sith order, but the marks remained, his charred fingers proof he'd once been a darker man.

The two metal lightsabers lay hidden under the cloak he worse. One lightsaber shot out a crimson beam, a lightsaber he wasn't going to be using today. Lightsaber number two would shoot out a blue beam, powered by three Ilum crystals. Blue was a color associated with the light side of the mysterious force, a side he chose to be associated with.

He understood the risk he was taking. Each and every single report he'd read stated the same thing. Reading was overrated, but for once the male was glad it existed. Each and every single report pointed to a Sith Lord living in the palace. The man knew the risk, he knew how powerful a Sith Lord could be. He knew that the Sith Lord couldn't be allowed to roam, even if it meant his own life.

He lay low, using his merchant robes to blend in with the crowd. Slowly, the small sack on his shoulder swung. The spice inside would play a role in getting him inside this palace. He'd done his missions before, learning the lay of the land. There would be one main guard on the door, normally the weaker of the guards. Weaker, the weaker the better in this situation. The power that would be applied to him wouldn't affect a man of higher strength.

Mentally weaker, not physically.

Slowly the man stopped, the guards eyes locked on him. The male was projecting the image of a mind in his own mind, pushing the force. The force would affect the image of the mind, in turn touching the mind of the guard. An old trick taught to him by an old friend before he left. He left because he'd realized what the Sith order was doing. It was wrong, mass murder. At least this guard would be fine after a few days, had it of been a Sith the guard would of been dead instantly.

A form of mind control never hurt anyone. He owed Sage Bane.

The guard slowly used his authority, working. He lead the male into the throne room, where the male stopped. The presence of the Sith was unnerving, yet he had to keep moving, had to rely on his cover. He used the force, ordering the male to leave the throne room, lock the doors. He almost hoped any guard in the room would go and investigate, leaving the male alone with the Sith Lord.

The male was Jardo Snow.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos had felt the presence of the force user since before he even entered the palace gates.... he let fate take it's intended turn.

He knew the guards of the outer echelons were weak, frail and mentally manipulable yet he did not expect such a bold move from anyone, even a force user with training under the dark arts of the force. Mythos waved a hand over his face and everyone in the throne room exited quietly. He stood silent for a long time, the only thing sounding was the growl of his Tuk'ata next to his throne, unnerved by the unfamiliar presence. Once every member of the assembly had left the throne room Mythos smiled and tilted his head in curiosity. His right hand making for his axe and it's fingers gently curving around the alchemized hilt of the weapon.

It's power coarsed through him as soon as he touched it, corruptible, impulsive and dark the energy consume Mythos n amplified his strength in the darkside ti unimaginable heights. When he stood from his throne the force buckled and heaved in protest, as if a massive bulk of raw power was moved aggressively.

He glided from the last step of the throne, axe in hand as his golden and red cape flew behind him beaten by the wind. "You are far from home" Mythos said as he landed a few feet from his guest and let the axe hit the ground shaking the force violently. His arms crossed over his chest as his amber eyes scanned the man in front of him impassively. He observe his stance, calculated attack patterns he could execute from that standing position. The Valthris crystal beat like a heart inside his soul.... This would be interesting.

[member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The man dressed as a merchant, Jardo, allowed himself to stare at the axe for a few moments. Blunt, would slice through bone without thinking about it. It would do more damage to him than he would do to the Sith Lord, it was longer than his lightsaber, thus could reach further. Slowly, deliberately moving slowly, the man flicked his hood down, allowing the merchant robes to fall aside. Black tunic underneath, something more free flowing.

"You are far from home"

The male nodded lightly, still staring at the axe. He no longer had a home, not since he left the One Sith. He'd had a factory on Bespin for a while, granted. A factory didn't count as a home, no where near. A factory was a place of work, a factory was where men got busy working. A home was a place you could relax, lie back and enjoy yourself. His factory wasn't a home.

"I don't have a home to be far from"

He smiled weakly, letting his eyes slide away from the axe. The man stepped forward, meeting the Sith Lord half way. Then he brought the lightsaber from his belt, blue crimson blade sliding out. He knew he wouldn't survive.

He was going out in a blaze of glory.

"Take your bow, it might be your last. Sith Lord's can't be allowed to just stroll away now, can they."

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos stared impassively at the figure before him, the stranger in his court now ignite a lightsaber eliciting three hundred lightsabers around the court to ignite shorty after... the Jar'Kai were prepared to intervene should the command be given word. Mythos smiled as he wave his hand at his captain, an order to stand down. Mythos eagerly accepted the man's invitation to a cordial bow of duelists. "Honor" Mythos stated as he unclipped his cape, the breeze blowing it back to his throne and next to his Tu'kata who was also very impassive.

His axe brandished in his right hand as he took the stance of juyo with both his lightsbers clipped to his left hand forming the saberstaff of pride and myth. "You show it, i reward it after your defeat"

In a blink of a second Mythos rushed forward swinging his axe at his midsection then turning back and executing an axe kick as he did, his movements were so fast and unpredictable even trained eyes would have trouble detecting his movements. Spinning the saberstaff in his hand at extreme speeds it looked like a shield of plasma colored black and white. Spinning on a dime he let go of the spinning saberstaff in a throw looking like a flying dish of plasma and songsteel then coming back to his hand after it's trajectory was done.

"Do you know who i am interloper!? I have faced Gods and defeated them!"
[member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He was prepared. He liked to think that anyway. This Sith Lord moved with speeds unrivaled. The male had witnessed Darth Ferus in battle and even Ferus didn't move at the speed of this Lord. The axe followed through with an attack on his midsection, one easily caught. The ruse was simple, the kick catching the male, knocking him backwards.

Slowly, carefully the male unclipped the crimson lightsaber, the crimson blade shooting from it. The speed of the lightsaber spin was deliberate, made to confuse him, keep his eyes busy. He just had to think out with the force, feel the lightsaber attack. Looking would fail, the flashes as the lightsaber span would draw his vision, stopping him.

Closing his eyes, the male felt, felt the lightsaber fly towards him. He wasn't expecting to react as he did, it just felt right. He brought his crimson blade up, attempting to separate the two lightsabers. Not break, just split them into two blades again, they would be easier to work with. His blue blade would come up also, forming a block in front of him. The male would step forward, smirking. He would feint a lunge with the red blade, aiming for the gut. Stabbing his opponent in the stomach, that would be too easy. His blue blade would come around, aiming a shot right for the left arm. If it connected it would remove the arm of the Sith Lord.

"God's are nothing compared to a Jedi"

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos smiled as his lightsaber hit the middle of his saber/staff, the songsteel hilt of the blades doing their job and holding the saberstaff in two. Mythos rushed forward for a second time, this time letting the momentum and strength drive the swing of his axe as he saw the blue lightsaber make a thrust to his arm. He made no attempts to dodge it, he let the lightsaber enter his flesh and scar his shoulder as he made his charge and swing the axe to hook the plasma of his lightsaber and open him to the flying saberstaff that now flew to his chest.

"The Jedi are dead, their republic crumbles as we speak"

Mythos laughed through his teeth as he spun and gathered the force in his finger tips. The warrior before him had fought excellently for someone of his signature yet Mythos knew the interloper was outmatched by far, his use of Jar'Kai was unbalanced and imperfect, the movements of his strikes were adept t best and the lack of use of force augmentation let Mythos know he still had much to learn. When Mythos unleashed the torrent of sith lightning it's color was a mix between black and violet, it's streams filled with kinetic energy and extreme voltage fed by the axe of Adas. The power that coarsed through his veins was uncontrollable and massive, he still fought to properly execute strikes while keeping control... Yet he was able to right now.

"Kneel, or die!"

[member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Do whatever to remove his memory. Like I said in the PM, I'll skip time a few hours/weeks after. I trust you'll come up with something good

"Kneel, or die!"

Never, he would take death in a heart beat. The lightning hit him, rushing through his body. He had used it before, he was no stranger to it. Jardo Snow, former Sith. He'd used force lightning before. He dropped to his knees, almost forcing his lightsabers up. Both of them took the power from the force lightning, keeping him safe for now. He would force himself to his feet, charred fingertip's reaching out.

He dropped the blue lightsaber, using the force to direct it towards his belt. The charred fingertip's still outstretched, waiting. He would allow the force to power his finger, lightning crackling across his hand. He allowed the lightning to push from his hands, his fingertips, using the force to curve it. His lightsaber absorbing the worst of the lightning from the Sith Lord, although some of it still connected with Jardo, short sharp pains.

"I will never kneel, I would die. You can't harm me"

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[Mythos]

Mythos saw the man block his sith lightning with both lightsabers at once, the act impressed Mythos in itself but the defiance of the warrior only made it more impressive, even in the face of death he was fearless.... Mythos could relate. Using the force to augment his limbs Mythos charged at the rising fighter with a speed even greater than the one he started out with and rushed his target putting one foot on his knee and raised his own knee to meet his opponents chin at such speed that should it connect the strike would be devastating.

The force grew around him, his powers inflated by the rush of the force to finish off his opponents with impossible speed and power. Once the strike connected, if it id, Mythos would continue his assault forward while engulfed in the dark side of the force striking his enemy with his clenched fist then throwing him with the force to impale him upon the spears of the jar'kai beside his throne.

"If death is what you seek, then death is what you shall receive..." His hand raised to finish the job, to kill him with a surge of the force and crush his body into goo.... but he hesitated....

A powerful warrior... a warrior such as that with the darkside of the force still clinging on to him was such a loss to kill, such a travesty to the order of the one sith that Mythos could not begin himself to land the killing blow. Instead he approached the interloper's body and began to dig into his mind with mentalist. He stood over his body for along time seeking and searching his thoughts and memories as Sage Bane did to him once. Then, with sudden bust of power, he sought to wipe out all the memories in his mind expect those he had carefully chosen.... Snow would be a new man upon his awakening... or dead, whichever.

[member="Jardo Snow"]