Coruscant of the Past

[Darth Seraphic]

[member="Darth Ferox"]

Things seemed to move slowly, as if giving Romeo time to think, and react to what was about to happen. Was this going to be that quick? Was he really about to be left useless? They just got here, and started with this fight. The Sith Lord had hoped to end this with a words and not violence, there was no point in this. His body ached, and burned. Behind his eye's mind, Seraphic thought about something that had not come across his mind in a long time, his daughter and son. Somewhere in his head, the man thought this was his path for them, to make sure they could at least grow up and make adult choices. The One Sith had threatened that dream of his, that desire.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the draining powers, and went form something easier, a push from the invisible force.

"Ferox!"

 

[Darth Ferus]

A ping in the Force caused the Zabrak to stop in place, as well as deactivate his blade. No sooner than he did did a wave of energy slam into him, knocking his blade from his hand and sending him reeling backwards. He wasn't knocked off his feet, but the uncertainty in his steps back were very clear, even in the darkness [member="Darth Seraphic"] had created. There was a slight popping sound followed by the snap hiss of a lightsaber shortly after however. From the secret compartment in his leg, where his clothing came apart in just the right spot, his saber sprang forth.

The red glow was immediately swallowed by the darkness, and for once the Sith Lord did not charge in. Instead he watched, and he waited. Romeo was fearful, and a Sith could use that only to grow stronger. A cornered cat was always at it's most dangerous.

 

[Darth Seraphic]

For a moment, Romeo waited for the Zabrak to come rushing in for the kill, but there was no attack, no ping of trouble, or a sense of attack coming from the Sith Lord. He did hear the activation of a lightsaber, but that was it. The Zabrak must think something was up, something bad if he charged in. Romeo took this chance to prepare. For just in case.

Meditation was the only way to begin his preparations.

"Why...Ferox? Why do you fight?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Because." Upon [member="Darth Seraphic"] speaking the Zabrak began to step forward, hefting up his saber in his single handed grip. His steps would echo in the shadow, forward. Final. Each step was faster than the last, all while he began to speak, answering the question [member="Darth Seraphic"] so casually asked. "I fight because that is how I break my chains, Seraphic. I'm a simple man, only caring about the next battle ahead of me. Let other Sith plot their plots. Spin their webs. I will be the one to cut down my foes, each and every time they dare show their face." A sudden surge of speed caused Ferox to close what little distance was left in the blink of an eye. The burning red blade soared out, aiming for the same spot his shoto had penetrated before.

 

[Darth Seraphic]

[member="Darth Ferox"]

Each step echoed in his ears as Romeo began to reach deeper into the force, letting it swell up inside him, clearly, he would see all that was happening around him, the aura of Ferox coming closer and closer. The man's voice pinged to his skull, the words dropping into his heart as they were pronounced. Something was off here, both were taking too much time finishing off the other, and that was something Romeo knew Ferox was not about. The Red Assassin killed all in his path, yet his actions spoke differently than his words.

Just as the Zabrak reached Romeo, the darkness was released, and sight restored. Seraphic's hand was reached out as he was somewhat hunched over from his wounds in one last attempt at something.

"Then let us join forces together, and cut down the chains that bind the Sith, Darth Ferox."

The assassin would see Romeo's looking him dead in his own, the force still swelling around him as he kept his cool and concentration on it even though the blade was probably half an inch from entering back into Romeo's chest. The heat prickled the wound, and the skin around it, that was how close it was.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Harder and harder the Zabrak pressed forward, hate narrowing his eyes to red slits. He saw [member="Darth Seraphic"] , in his whole. His weakness, his despair. His bargaining. Seraphic was desperate to live, and for that Ferox chose not to kill him. Chose not to press on and on until he exhausted his foe. Instead, even though he continued to press his blade forward, he spoke.

"Do you fear death, Seraphic? It is the ultimate ending to any tale. When one dies, nothing is left of them but an empty husk. What ever they said to others, what their actions did, will be remembered. But what would you be remembered for? An Empire that collapsed? A suicidal run to kill the Dark Lord? You want to join forces, become something more. Well, you can. But you will have to kneel. Kneel before me, serve me. The Sith have so many plans that they lack the ability to truly adapt. They will all be caught off guard again and again and again. All Sith will. You, me, those others plotting in the shadows. This large game of chess they want to play against so many sides. You want coexistence? Fall in line."

Something had clicked in the mind of the Zabrak in this fight, and exchange of words. Destiny was not something one could simply follow, but something one had to carve themselves if it were to be any good. As his red eyes stared down at he who was once called Romeo, the thought became clearer and clearer. Why serve anymore? Why be a Hand, or a Shadow. Why be an Enforcer to the will of another?

Why not be the head of it all?

 

[Darth Seraphic]

[member="Darth Ferox"] had finally came to what Romeo could see in him, leadership, the ability to control, and push forward the evolution of something amazing, a golden era of something if not the Sith. A smile cracked across his face, though, bowing was not something that was about to happen on Romeo's part. Only a woman could do that to him, Patricia had proven this way too many times.

Something flickered in the air, something nasty, something dark. All the energy Romeo had been pulling in was now being used. Pain in every sense of the term, every ounce of agony that could be mustered, it was now being shoved into Ferox. Many wondered why he had been through much, never putting up much a fight. It was so one day, Romeo would understand the meaning of pain, and give that meaning to another, and everyone should they stand in his way.

"Feel it?"

It would intensify. The pain so hot, and toxic.

"Do you?''

Again, the agony amplified, and never stopped.

"I will no longer be underestimated..."

More, and more, it was given, the dark side of the force now all around them as Romeo continued to attack without moving a single muscle.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Pain.

Pain?

Confusion took over the features of the Zabrak as he continued to press forward on his mission to make [member="Darth Seraphic"] submit. Yet as he did so, pain wracked over his form. Then he felt it. The Force, clouded by the dark, was the cause of it all. Sin was the cause of it all. Ferox's whole body within moments felt as if it was on fire, and for a moment his press forward lessened. Sharp teeth gritted and eyes watered as this intense sensation washed over him.

But true to any Sith, pain would not be the end of this Lord. Through those gritted teeth he let loose a howl, succumbing to the pain for what it was. An ever present reminder of being alive. As he felt like his flesh was being pulled from his bone, he channeled it. A quick kick forward was all he could manage as his body was being crippled, but his red eyes focused in just enough to keep control. The kick would be swift, aiming for a rather tender spot on the male body. No place was off limits in a battle such as this after all.