In dark alleys

[Marcus Faust]

The crimson blade ignited, deflecting the bolt and releasing @[member="Xav Tor"] who had now turned into Rakghoul…? Pushing @[member="Teslar Rantarus"] back with the force, leaving him for the monstrosities, Marcus approached @[member="Nala Tu"], saber ignited and in hand. Without a word he opened his wrist and let lose a torrent of purple shaded lightning, completely constructed of dark side energy. He had plans for the Kaminoian, she would become subject to his will or she would die. The choice was hers, but he'd prefer the former. But nothing would happen until he'd finished beating her.

 

[Xav Tor]

"Raghhh!!!!" Xav yelled as the plague took his mind and smashed it into pieces of the past. He roared in pain and lashed out at his allies. "Raaaaaaa!!!"

@[member="Nala Tu"] @[member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Teslar Rantarus]

Teslar flew back through the air the momentum causing him to slam through a crumbling wall. He pushed the pieces of wall off with the force and jumped up sword in hand as @[member="Marcus Faust"] shot purple lightning at a jedi padawan that had seemed to come out of no where. He grew curious and decided to wait and see what would happened. As he moved to an isolated spot where he could get a better look he noticed @[member="Xav Tor"] as he yelled out his mind most likely being torn apart. Teslar walked towards the turned Kel dor and raised his hand once again feeling the emotions the anger of his past and the fear of the jedi padawan then he felt the power rise and the lightning shot forth, an evil smile played on his lips.

 

[Nala Tu]

Nala blocked the lighting with her saber and held it for a while, doing her best to halt herself at the force nealry flung her back. She grinned her teeth and she held before deflecting it away. With the oppertunity Nala ran foward and attacked the sith, slicing at him and jumping back when he tried to counteract.

"You couldn't have picked a different day to cause trouble, sith?" she said, indicating everything else that was going on today.

She held her ground and kept a brave face, even though deep down she was panicing. This was the first sith she encoutnered during her time as a Jedi and she could sense his power. She then cursed the day in her mind for this had to be a day when her master wasn't present to help her. She would rather he be dealing with the sith while she tried to help more people like @[member="Xav Tor"]. Still at least Nala knew in some respect this was keeping people safe. She stood with her blade ready for whatever this sith would throw at her.

@[member="Marcus Faust"] @[member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Well, he supposed he was killing her now. He brought his saber up, deflecting the attack of @[member="Nala Tu"] with ease. As she backed up, he shrugged, reaching out in the force and catching the easiest target on her body within his grasp, her neck. He clamped down with a iron grip, lifting her into the air as he choked her, squeezing until any more applied force would snap her neck. "Surrender now or I will kill you." He stated bluntly, hurling her back into a wall with enough force to crack the wall and make a crater. She'd pay for doing anything other than bowing down before him.

 

[Teslar Rantarus]

Once Teslar had finished with the Kel dor turned Rakghoul he had returned to his hiding place watching with curiosity as he observed the jedi padawan and sith battle until final the sith won out throwing the jedi against a wall. Then he observed as the sith was attempting to turn the jedi this interested the barabel greatly so he watch hoping to learn a few things.

@[member="Nala Tu"] @[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Nala Tu]

Nala felt the air leaving her lungs as the Sith's grip tightened. Her mind was becoming clouded which made it hard for her to think of a plan. She could feel her feet leave the ground and paniced. She didn't want to die, but she knew she would never want to be a servant to a sith. What would her master say about that? Looking around she was an oppertunity. With a quick throw of her own force powers she sent a pile of debris towards @[member="Marcus Faust"]. Nala waited until he was distracted before using both hand to send another powerful force blast at him, definitly sending him back a bit and releasing his grip. She felt to the ground and regained her breath while rubbing her neck.

"Oh sure..." she said to herself as she got to her feet. "The force works for me now, but any other day..."

She recovered and stood at the ready, her blade still in hand and both feet planted on the ground. She wouldn't go down without a fight against this sith.

@[member="Xav Tor"] @[member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Blasted back by the Jedi female, who had resorted to panicking to throw him back, Marcus smiled, tugging at his scarred flesh. As the debris came forward, a saber ignited, this one however, was a brilliant emerald. He cut through the debris and disengaged the saber, putting it away. It, like the many others that rested on his belt, was a trophy. Another hilt shot to his hand as he picked up a large chunk of debris, and hurled them at @[member="Nala Tu"]. Not missing a beat he used the force to surge forward behind it, poised for the kill.

 

[Nala Tu]

Nala reacted quickly. She leapt high into the air, using the force to assisst her, as she flipped over the debris and Sith before landing behind him. She charged forward, aiming for his back, and readied for when he would certianly counter and defend before attack back at her. This Sith was strong indeed, both a challange and a threat to anyone else around. Could he have been respobsible for the Rakghoul infenstion? Likely not but then she would definaly question him about it once she had him beat....she hoped.

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Marcus flicked around with ease, batting away her saber with a crimson red blade. Swinging low, he loosed a powerful strike to take of one of her legs. Following up with equal ferocity, he snatched her saber hand and then did the logical thing, he made and attempt to slash her arm clean off at the elbow. This would be it, he would finish this whelp off and either subjugate or kill her.

 

[Nala Tu]

Nala began to panic as she found herself being attacked for her more vulnerable area. She lifted her leg up in time to avoid it being cut but that only left her open for when the Sith managed to snacth her blade away. She moved to the side when the blade came for her arm, managing to graze it a little, amking her cry in pain. She dropped to her knees and held the wound before looking up and seeing the sith with her own blade in his hand now. She looked more worried than ever, she was out defensless now and there was no telling what this sith would do.

"W-What do you want?" she asked.

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Teslar Rantarus]

The barabel had been watching the duel between the two force users a small smile spreading across his face as the jedi was disarmed and wounded. He walked out of the shadows towards the sith and jedi "Do you feel it, smell it the jedi's fear?" he said his deep voice emenating from under his hood.
@[member="Marcus Faust"]
@[member="Nala Tu"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

"I want either your life, or your service, fish face." He said mockingly. @[member="Nala Tu"] had little chance now, he would strike her down or he would kill her. @[member="Teslar Rantarus"] would only have Marcus look towards him, the horrifying mask peeking out from under his hood. He would stare silently for a moment, then turn back to Nala.

 

[Alan]

There was a heavy thud as something very big, and very, very mean landed behind @[member="Marcus Faust"]. Tracyn slowly rose to his feet, cracking his knuckles. He twirled out his lightsaber, the long blue blade slowly arcing out of the hilt. He looked down at @[member="Nala Tu"], and then to the other two Sith. He stood there in silence for a moment, letting the screaming, the gunfire and the howls of the infected do the talking for him for a moment."Hey assholes..."He said, charging up to Marcus, dragging his lightsaber on the ground."Pick a better fight."He said, pivoting on his heel. With a drop of his knees, he came down lower, and held out his left hand, extending his force presence through it. With that hand, he sent a powerful force burst to Marcus, and then turned his attention to the other Sith that was with him, forgoing the possiblity of seeing if it hit or not, but given the fact that Marcus was otherwise preoccupied, he had very high hopes about the success of his attack. Tracyn then, as he planned, came up to face the Sith apprentice, or at least, whoever was obviously with Marcus, hooded and all. Tracyn then, took the time to carefully, and gracefully, just send a punch to the said being's in the face, all in a manner of seconds. The punch would hurt - a lot. Crushgaunts were a queen to play with, micronized Beskar was no joke, and the fabric that was woven underneath the gauntlet, also made him able to put dents in people's skulls, punch through durasteel, and break bones. And they also went well with most dress events too.

All of Tracyn's commando training and Jedi training made him particularly lethal in combat, and given the element of surprise, and the fact that he was coming up from an angle, gave him a lot of advantages over the two Sith - for the time being."Nala, I don't expect to fight this on my own, by the way. Get up and hit 'em back."He growled to her.


@[member="Teslar Rantarus"]
@[member="Nala Tu"]

 

[Nala Tu]

That name @[member="Marcus Faust"] called her made Nala look up with something in her eyes. "What...did you just call me?" she said, her eyes starting to look more....angry. When @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] came in for the save all Nala did was stand with that look in her eyes. All at once the all too unforgiving memories came back, flooding through her mind. A young kaminoan guirl being picked on by children, throwing things at her, but worst of all they kept calling her that name. That name that forever marked her as a freak among them. After Tracyn told her to get up and fight the only thing Nala did was violently pushed past his before looking at Faust.

"Don't you ever. Ever. Call me FISH FACE!" she shouted.

A new force drove Nala to attack. Not a need to protect or a want for peace as she usually did. This was a darker emotion. This was revenge. The threw both hand foward and a large wave of the force pushed foward. This was like nothing she's ever done before. The ground was rasied for a moment before windows and the sides of beuilding cracked and broke. She gave a raor as she pushed foward, wanting to see the Sith die under rubble before taking her saber back and claiming his head. This was Nala's side that the Jedi always worried about in a padawan, and now she was unleashing it.

@[member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Stumbling back as raw force energy slammed into him, Marcus growled, his eyes locking onto @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]. He remembered this man, Marcus had been tracking down his now-emperor after his defection, and this nerf herder along with another Knight decided to jump in and double team him. It wouldn't work this time, no, theist time he would be delivering the blows.

The crimson blade was held loftily in Marcus right hand, his left raised up, and unleashed hell. A surge of raw telekinetic power would blast forwards into Traycn, Marcus would be close behind, ready to gut the Jedi like a pig. He still kept an eye on @[member="Nala Tu"], smiling as her rage slowly consumed her, driving her to try and kill him. Good, his plan was working.

 

[Teslar Rantarus]

Teslar was caught off guard by the Jedi barely managing to move dodging as the man's fist glanced off the side of his face. Flying back from the sith's force and the blow he caught himself unsheathing his vibrosword from the sheath on his back which was strapped upside down for accessibility. His hood was pushed back by the force of the blast revealing his scarred face caused by the years spent on one of the toughest planets in the galaxy, Barab 1. His anger filled him and he unleashed it firing a torrent of lightning at the Jedi that had hit him.

 

[Alan]

The lightning, fortunately ultimately missed Tracyn, because Tracyn was flying backwards in a very comical manner. He slammed against the ground, but only left a dent in it as he slowly stood up, and rolled his shoulders back. Remarkable, was the best way to describe of how inhumanly tough Tracyn was when fully engaged in combat against a person that he didn't particularly like. Tracyn, facing Marcus, smiled as the blade went towards him, and through him. However, the blade didn't go through him, exactly. He had caught it under his arm, and clapped down his armored left arm on it, the one holding his lightsaber. Tracyn clapped down on the hilt and hand combined, letting the blade just skim off his armor, the toughest armor in the galaxy. So they said. Tracyn then tightened the clamped arm down on Marcus, smiling down at him."Remember me?"Tracyn said, and then reeled back his hand, the one not holding the lightsaber, and began to clobber Marcus' face. He also lifted up his free leg, bringing his heavily armored foot down upon Marcus' knee. Marcus, being in this position, would have to either sacrifice his lightsaber to escape, or endure Tracyn's attacks until Tracyn eventually released him and then began a follow through. He hoped that Nala, would be able to handle the Trandoshan, or whomever was with them. The scars on the younger one's face indicated to Tracyn that he was from a tough climate...that's when Tracyn noticed that he was more scaly than anything.

Barabel. That's odd, he usually found them respecting Jedi rather than trying to clobber them. Nevertheless, Tracyn had engaged Marcus, and he would not leave her empty-handed. He'd rather leave teeth-handed. Because his hand would be full of teeth. Marcus' teeth. Or the lizard's."I'm all alone now, Marcus. It's just you and me."He said, his stomps, knees, and fists at this point would probably be running Marcus through the ropes at this point, due to their proximity and the fact that Tracyn had Marcus in a very uncomfortable position.

@[member="Marcus Faust"]
@[member="Teslar Rantarus"]
@[member="Nala Tu"]

 

[Nala Tu]

Nala went right after @[member="Marcus Faust"], using her hand with the force to claim her sabe back from him. With it in hand she leapt towards him and began attacking with a vicious flurry. Her eyes still bruned with hatred for what he called her, making her more focused on wanting to see him in peices. Her thoughts were far too clouded for her to even realize what she was doing. All this kaminoan wanted was to see this sith meet the burning her of her saber. At one point she forced him back far enough that, during the struggle, she tried to kick him to pin him against a wall.

@[member="Teslar Rantarus"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Or Marcus could twist his way out. As a fist sailed towards his face and found itself in a larger hand, one given strength form cybernetics, the force, and his own raw power. Squeezing down, Marcus would easily exert enough force to crush all the bones in the hand of a normal human. The foot towards his face was painful, but it was nothing in the grand scheme of things. Then, with a smirk, Marcus repulsed, hurling @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] off of him. It was extremely peculiar as to how he could identify Marcus, as the last time they met, he hadn't completely concealed his face, been covered in burns and scars, had prosthetic limbs, oh and he'd never told him his name. 75% of the Sith didn't know his name, there was no way this Jedi could.

"Yes, Jedi, it is you and I. And this is a situation you dearly do not want to be in." He stated, twirling his saber hand momentarily as he awaited the Jedi to try something else. As @[member="Nala Tu"] surged forward and struck, Marcus blocked the strikes with ease, rage made her sloppy. Using his free hand he blasted her back with the force. "Let the big boys talk." He ordered bluntly.