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Amon
"Just for the Hell of it..."
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Posted 17 August 2013 - 03:37 PM
@Tasgetius
High above the world of Kal'Shebbol, a larger than average Freighter burned through atmosphere. Its pilot, a ruthless brute whose origins are murky at best, but whose intentions are clear... for the most part. The selfish son of a bantha held a considerably lethal cargo bay, along with various sets of power armor (though after today, he wouldn't need them). He was one of many in history who could take claim to the title of Jedi Hunter, who for absolutely no apparently reason sought out force sensitive targets to kill, simply because he felt he could. He was a man of few words, and with many of them including the phrase, "Just for the Hell of it...", the basis of nearly all of his actions.
He isn't known to work with anyone, or have any real affiliation with one faction or another. He wasn't a criminal really (other than charges of murder), and he doesn't care about money (so that means he's an armed thief at times). His hands are as lethal as they come, minus Sith lightning and other such magic. He has never expressed any kind of hate towards either order, or anyone procuring the ability to wield the non-understandable mystical forces wielded by the space wizards; but he definitely had his mind on killing them. He didn't know if this rumored order would accept him with his unpredictable murderous tendency's, or lack of discipline, but he was sure if they really wanted to control him they'd whip him up into some religious zealot.
He was only here for the Taris Kasi though, so he didn't care what they tired.
Like so many before him, the towering brute stepped to the guarded steps of the establishment.
"Amon's her' tah kill 'em sum space wizards." He said to the guarding outside.
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Tasgetius
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Posted 30 August 2013 - 03:59 AM
"We do not train killers; nor do we send those of our order out to actively seek the slaughter of those that use the Force." A deep voice seemed to be thrown from places unknown. The words guided by the wind as they came to the ears of the armor clad being. Those guards that stood at the ready, though more so at the approached of an armor clad figure; kept their eyes turned towards the being that stood before them. The voice not belonging to either of them however, its owner remaining hidden for the time being. Judging the person that stood before the portal to the academy. There had been those that came seeking to learn just to kill; that was not their intention. They had no intention to start another war in the Galaxy when so many lives had already been lost at the hands of the Jedi and their counter parts; their own creations of the Sith and Dark Jedi.
"If that is all you seek, then this Academy is not for you." Tasgetius spoke as he stepped forward from where he had stood in the shadows. His focus turned to the armored behemoth that stood before the guards and the portal. Taking another step forward he took a place between the two guards that continued to watch the monster of armor. "We train those seeking to protect themselves, just as we defend others from those that would use the Force as a weapon." His arms came to cross over his chest as he took a more firm stance in his footing.
"As such, they are no more wizards than you or I; nor the simple stage magician that uses slight of hand to produce his tricks." As he took a step forward he remained on guard, watching for any movement, any threat. "That said. The Force isn't some unknown thing that can not be understood. It can be understood through science and logic. Though I am sure you understand a much more simple form of communication."
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Amon
"Just for the Hell of it..."
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Posted 30 August 2013 - 05:45 PM
"If yer choosin' to believe that, yer dead wrong." He spoke almost immediately after @Tasgetius finished speaking. Though to most, it would appear just as the man before him had assumed (a dangerous thing to do), that he simply hunted them for the slaughter. Though perhaps in some instances it was actually this, in the sense, that it was for the hell of doing so. Everything Amon did or thought had a reason... even if they may be so murky a reason to really even consider it a thought; still, a reason was a reason. But even if these before him who sought to 'defend' themselves against force users (an entirely silly notion in Amon's thinking, but he was not a stickler over the technicality's of the disease known as religion... organized or not), he would work with them. He would learn from them, and he would teach them. His reasons would never be announced, but they were there behind the shell that protected his head and body.
"I kill ta kill, but it ain't cuz I hate 'em or want 'em dead." A contradiction, but whatever. "Consida me a researcha... cuz every time I fight someone, I learn a bit more 'bout 'em." He said gesturing with his hand and a shuffle of his feet. Perhaps he was a bit more wordy than a man of few words, but he said what he needed to for the other man to understand what he needed to know. His armor wasn't anything like theirs... he was definitely jealous. He brought his hands up to take off his helmet. He figured they'd prefer it if they had the visual ques of a face to discern his honesty.
"We cool?" He asked.
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Posted 04 September 2013 - 05:02 AM
"And whom might the one that calls himself a researcher truly be behind the simple claim to a title?" Tasgetius spoke, a simple question directed towards @Amon, with a simple answer to be had. Though in these days and ages no answer was truly ever simple; just as every question was capable of having layers upon layers to it. For a moment his guard heightened beyond what it was when the man drew his arms up, though upon seeing the movement to remove the helmet that obstructed his features placed him slightly at ease. Watching closely still he brought his hand up as a Knight joined the two where they stood upon the steps.
With a Datapad placed in his grasp, his attention was briefly drawn away, though there were others to keep their eyes upon the shell of armor that finally had a face placed with it. A simple quiet nod marked the ending of what seemed to be a rather rapid conversation between Tasgetius and the Knight. The datapad once more switching hands before his attention fully returned back to the man.
"Get new armor, or at least clean the blood you missed off of that." Making a motion as he turned and began to walk through the portal of the Academy.
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Posted 17 August 2013 - 03:37 PM
@Tasgetius
High above the world of Kal'Shebbol, a larger than average Freighter burned through atmosphere. Its pilot, a ruthless brute whose origins are murky at best, but whose intentions are clear... for the most part. The selfish son of a bantha held a considerably lethal cargo bay, along with various sets of power armor (though after today, he wouldn't need them). He was one of many in history who could take claim to the title of Jedi Hunter, who for absolutely no apparently reason sought out force sensitive targets to kill, simply because he felt he could. He was a man of few words, and with many of them including the phrase, "Just for the Hell of it...", the basis of nearly all of his actions.
He isn't known to work with anyone, or have any real affiliation with one faction or another. He wasn't a criminal really (other than charges of murder), and he doesn't care about money (so that means he's an armed thief at times). His hands are as lethal as they come, minus Sith lightning and other such magic. He has never expressed any kind of hate towards either order, or anyone procuring the ability to wield the non-understandable mystical forces wielded by the space wizards; but he definitely had his mind on killing them. He didn't know if this rumored order would accept him with his unpredictable murderous tendency's, or lack of discipline, but he was sure if they really wanted to control him they'd whip him up into some religious zealot.
He was only here for the Taris Kasi though, so he didn't care what they tired.
Like so many before him, the towering brute stepped to the guarded steps of the establishment.
"Amon's her' tah kill 'em sum space wizards." He said to the guarding outside.
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Posted 30 August 2013 - 03:59 AM
"We do not train killers; nor do we send those of our order out to actively seek the slaughter of those that use the Force." A deep voice seemed to be thrown from places unknown. The words guided by the wind as they came to the ears of the armor clad being. Those guards that stood at the ready, though more so at the approached of an armor clad figure; kept their eyes turned towards the being that stood before them. The voice not belonging to either of them however, its owner remaining hidden for the time being. Judging the person that stood before the portal to the academy. There had been those that came seeking to learn just to kill; that was not their intention. They had no intention to start another war in the Galaxy when so many lives had already been lost at the hands of the Jedi and their counter parts; their own creations of the Sith and Dark Jedi.
"If that is all you seek, then this Academy is not for you." Tasgetius spoke as he stepped forward from where he had stood in the shadows. His focus turned to the armored behemoth that stood before the guards and the portal. Taking another step forward he took a place between the two guards that continued to watch the monster of armor. "We train those seeking to protect themselves, just as we defend others from those that would use the Force as a weapon." His arms came to cross over his chest as he took a more firm stance in his footing.
"As such, they are no more wizards than you or I; nor the simple stage magician that uses slight of hand to produce his tricks." As he took a step forward he remained on guard, watching for any movement, any threat. "That said. The Force isn't some unknown thing that can not be understood. It can be understood through science and logic. Though I am sure you understand a much more simple form of communication."
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Posted 30 August 2013 - 05:45 PM
"If yer choosin' to believe that, yer dead wrong." He spoke almost immediately after @Tasgetius finished speaking. Though to most, it would appear just as the man before him had assumed (a dangerous thing to do), that he simply hunted them for the slaughter. Though perhaps in some instances it was actually this, in the sense, that it was for the hell of doing so. Everything Amon did or thought had a reason... even if they may be so murky a reason to really even consider it a thought; still, a reason was a reason. But even if these before him who sought to 'defend' themselves against force users (an entirely silly notion in Amon's thinking, but he was not a stickler over the technicality's of the disease known as religion... organized or not), he would work with them. He would learn from them, and he would teach them. His reasons would never be announced, but they were there behind the shell that protected his head and body.
"I kill ta kill, but it ain't cuz I hate 'em or want 'em dead." A contradiction, but whatever. "Consida me a researcha... cuz every time I fight someone, I learn a bit more 'bout 'em." He said gesturing with his hand and a shuffle of his feet. Perhaps he was a bit more wordy than a man of few words, but he said what he needed to for the other man to understand what he needed to know. His armor wasn't anything like theirs... he was definitely jealous. He brought his hands up to take off his helmet. He figured they'd prefer it if they had the visual ques of a face to discern his honesty.
"We cool?" He asked.
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Posted 04 September 2013 - 05:02 AM
"And whom might the one that calls himself a researcher truly be behind the simple claim to a title?" Tasgetius spoke, a simple question directed towards @Amon, with a simple answer to be had. Though in these days and ages no answer was truly ever simple; just as every question was capable of having layers upon layers to it. For a moment his guard heightened beyond what it was when the man drew his arms up, though upon seeing the movement to remove the helmet that obstructed his features placed him slightly at ease. Watching closely still he brought his hand up as a Knight joined the two where they stood upon the steps.
With a Datapad placed in his grasp, his attention was briefly drawn away, though there were others to keep their eyes upon the shell of armor that finally had a face placed with it. A simple quiet nod marked the ending of what seemed to be a rather rapid conversation between Tasgetius and the Knight. The datapad once more switching hands before his attention fully returned back to the man.
"Get new armor, or at least clean the blood you missed off of that." Making a motion as he turned and began to walk through the portal of the Academy.
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