Mad Baby Mad! (Silver Jedi Mission)

[Jericho]

The air was stuffy. It was hot and wrapped around everyone and everything. There was a slightly musky smell. There was thick sweaty skin pressing around her. A hand shaking her shoulder. Lihua jerked awake, her hand that was under her pillow coming out, a knife clenched in it. Her heart beat fast. Her breath was shallow. She breathed, seeing no one. Her eyes were narrowed even as she de-tangled herself from her sheets. She still had her knife clenched in her fist. She looked at the candle lit on her beside table and moved to it. Slowly she began to light each candle in her room. It was still dark outside. Running a hand through her black red hair, she sat in a corner of the room and closed her eyes, knife in her hand.

Zhang Lihua woke once again as light peeped through her curtains. Her candles had mostly burned out, only a few were left. She stood up, stretching even as she tucked her knife under her pillow again. She ran a hand over her arm and felt dirty. She wasn't. But she felt like Yang Song's filth stuck to her body. She grabbed clean clothes, her ever present sword and a small cloth with soap. She was going to bathe... before everyone woke. She traveled a decent amount to reach the small river. Still, people were just waking and it was secluded. Her sword was placed next to her clothes as she stripped and went into the frigid water, exhaling at the strength of it. Slowly she began to bathe.

Jericho fell to the ground, out of breath, as he balled his hands into fists. He began to grit his teeth, closing his eyes, trying to calm down. All he could feel was rage, he didn't even know why. He stood up, and looked at the make shift soldier made of wood. All the slices of his swords were off, they were not fatal, they were all sloppy. With a yell, he punched right where the face would be, and he could feel the blood inside of his glove. He was too angry to feel the pain though, he didn't care about the pain. He quickly picked his sword back up, and faced the pseudo soldier. With one slice fueled by rage, he cut it down the middle. He did not stop there, he continued to cut, and cut, and cut, not letting up. A full minute passed before he fell onto his knees, gasping for air. His rage began to recede, and he noticed it was almost pitch black outside, the stars and the bright moon were the only thing giving out any kind of light. He was out here for hours, and did not even notice. "What is wrong with me?" Jericho ran his hand through his hair as he leaned back against a tree for a few minutes.

Jericho knew that he had some time before he was to ride out to the Sith Ruins, so he offered a few days ago to escort Lady Lihua back to the city. He would stay here for a few days, and ride back to the city. In that time before the ruin he would allow himself to gather and calm himself. The anger the was clouding of of late would prove a enormous distraction. But his entire time being here, something was off. Something deep inside his head was going off, telling him that something was wrong, something wasn't as it should be. But Jericho could not figure it out, and it was irritating him. Something had gotten to him so much that he could not even hold back his rage, he became so angry over something he didn't even understand. He shook his head, and thought to himself that it might get better if he had a good sleep. So he sheathed his sword and began to make his way out of the forest and go back to the inn they were staying at.


As he walked, Jericho thought it would be a good idea to go to the nearby river, while he was near it, to wash his face off, as well as clean his bloody hand. He made his way towards the river, when he heard some branches break and crunch in the distance. Within an instant, Jericho hid behind a tree, trying to look for the source of this commotion. He titled his head to the side when he noticed it was a woman. What was a woman doing out here by herself so late at night? He began to walk closer, to try to see if he knew her. And indeed he did, it was Lady Lihua herself, and he quickly looked away as she began to undress. She was quite beautiful, but Jericho did not want to look upon her like this without her knowing .He wondered what caused her to be up so early, so he waited for her to be in the water before he made his way towards the river. He kept his gaze away from her and moved to the river and cleaned his hands.

In the water, she realized she should have had her maid warm hot water in a tub for a bath. But she needed to be completely immersed in the water to rid herself of the filth of the rival city. Lihua wasn't ashamed of it, she had given back to the kingdom her family seemed to adore so much. She was repulsed by the memory of the large man. Going underneath the water, she rose up and had to keep her feet moving so she wouldn't sink. She paused as she ran her hands through her hair. Someone was close. Spinning around, she saw the giant of the man and wanted to smile. This wasn't the large, loud and annoying giant from the royal palace. Instead it was the one who was silent and kept himself shrouded with darkness but was in truth was a shining light; at least that is what she believed all of the members of the silver jedi were like.She knew little about the different orders of jedi. "Lord Jericho?" She called out to him. "What a pleasant surprise. Don't think it'd be possible to perhaps, shrink?" While Lihua's words seemed rude, in reality, they were nicer than typical. Almost playful. But still had her personality show through. "And if it's not too much take off that mask? We're not in battle." She waved at him signaling him to walk over to him.


Jericho smiled slightly under his mask as she insulted him while he moved next to her.Though Jericho was not insulted in the slightest, there was times when he too wished he was a little shorter. He let out a sigh. "It's just Jericho, not lord." He replied to what she said. He decided to roll with what she said, "Let me try..." Jericho then squatted down, looking down at the ground and made sure he kept his balance. He looked back towards her and shook his head about the mask and kept the conversation on her insult. "Is this better?" As Jericho looked at her, he noticed her beautiful eyes, they were somehow different than how he remembered them. He did well to not stare at her, occasionally looking past her in the forest, before he would move his eyes back on Lihua.

Catching his gaze, the princess smiled and bit her lower lip lightly. For a moment, a thought flickered in her mind. Her muscles in the face were hurting from the smiling. She would either regret smiling or enjoy it... around the right people at least. Perhaps just around the right people. She moved her hand to his and lightly squeezed his hand and leaned in close to ear. "You aren't afraid?" She asked, in a whisper. Moving her head away, she rubbed her thumb over his oversized hand. "You're touching the daughter of a King... Do you have no fear?" She was teasing him, but she wanted to see if he realized she was. But before he could answer her, the princess raised her hand and lowered his mask and gave him a deep kiss.




Jericho grinned in between kisses as he kissed her back. He was so happy, but he did not have time to think about that, because she went on the offensive. As he should have known, she was not going to be as gentle as he was to her. Though he would show her just how dominant he could be. He moved one hand onto the small of her back, and pulled her closely into him. He could not get close enough to her, no matter how hard he tried. His other hand he kept on her face. He kissed back even more than she did, occasionally softly biting her bottom lip, and tugging on it slightly. Whenever they were in between kisses, he had a huge smile on his face. It was smiling by itself, he couldn't even control it, that is how happy he was.

After so many hours of speaking to one and other, the sun began to rise, he turned away so she could get dress and escorted her back to the city ."It was nice to get to know you, Master Jedi." She said in a more noble tone far from the casual and fun tone she had with him while their time together. She gently placed a hand on his masked cheek. "Please be safe and I hope you come visit again." Jericho nodded slowly as his retort. With a short wave, he turned and made his way to the sith ruins. The mountains in the region was always known for its strange tropical heat and it's brutal mountain passes and ranges. It was apparently chock-full of bandits who prey on the passing merchants and anyone else brash enough to travel through the mountains. That was just the mountains, he knew not of the dangers of the ruins.

 

[Jericho]

It was hot, the humidity and the wind was unforgiving, but a situation that was something that Jericho was used to. With each and every gust of wind that howled violently past him, the beige cloak he wore fluttered upwards, revealing the large sword at his back along with his three lightsabers. He was a mission and purposefully ignored the pleas of the villagers who had told him not to go alone. He held his hood tightly in front of his eyes to keep the wind and the dust carried with it.

As Jericho made his way further into the Sith Ruin, the wind began to becomes less and less intense but he could feel the change in the atmosphere. The dark energies within the ruin rose as he went further in, he knew that he could not lower his guard passed this point. He made sure he that he made his presence little known, hiding his force signature and using his sentinel sound silencer allowing him to move freely and silently around without having to use the force to do so.

The walls brimmed with of the ruin rose higher and higher as he went, leaving him with just enough room for only a few men shoulder to shoulder. "A perfect place for an ambush...hmmm..." Jericho thought to himself. He pulled his large sword from his back and stabbed it into the ground, it's edge facing inward. He made sure he memorized the surround area to ensure he knew where he precisely place his blade. He then placed sever grenades behind the the blade attaching a small thin string hidden by the darkness to be set off if anyone other than himself decided to set then off. A basic trap that would take out a pursuer or buy him about thirty to sixty seconds to make more distance. He lowered himself and took a seat, while it was still quiet, the warrior began to meditate.

"Acting on instinct alone may yield the results you seek or it may not, however using one's brain in conjunction with the soul to assess the situation will yield the results you seek and more..."


"I'd never hold back but always remain calm..."

"Never think any monster is too big or too powerful no matter how immerse in the dark side they are."


After a short time in meditation; he pulled out a small handful of food, he lowered his masked as he walked. The man ate like he hadn't eaten in days, even if he had. The warrior rubbed his mouth clean and raised his masked once more, content as the food satisfied his hunger for the moment. He had no time to stop so he continued his trek deeper in to the ruin. As he entered the chamber but noticed that the chamber and the further it was already lit up. He was not alone. He took a moment and closed his eyes, he felt several force signatures, most likely knights and padawans. He took in a breathe of the humid air, began the calculate and analyze everything in his mind.

"I know not if they are sith or not either way they are looking to learn more from the ancient secrets within this temple. There may also be bandits looking for some sort of treasure." He looked at the mission profiling once more, he had to eliminate some sort of mystic that was going to be the easy part. With his experience with the sith temples there had to be all kinds of set traps, crazed people, or zealots he had to deal with. He took in another breath, the was just another routine job for him, at least that is what he had to tell himself

The deeper he entered the ruins the more the heat was getting brutal but Jericho was prepared, he trained in both intense heat as well as intense cold both in and out of his heavy and thick armor. But now. he had battle on the mind, though there were many different ways he would have to handle it, a full battle in here would be bad if there were multiple sides fighting against each other. Jericho recalled what his master had told him many years ago, always see things at a different angle was the gist of it. Jericho sighed and slowly moved his hand from its resting spot on the hilt of the saber at his waist. As he did, he sighed out quietly, pulling the cloak up over his head to shield himself from a sudden gust of unnatural wind. He held his saber tightly as he moved so he could use it quick enough if the situation demanded it.

As he moved an odd scent met his nostrils accompanying an unnatural warm gust of wind. Jericho could feel something happening, some sort of ritual? Seconds later, sounds of people echoed through out the ruin as though this place was no longer a ruin but a temple filled with numerous amounts of life. Voices met with his ears at the same moment a number of figures came into view and spoke out loud into a cave, strangely enough they were calling out his name. Jericho looked quickly to the figures, at first glance he care little figuring it was some sort of trick but instead, the warrior did a double take and his eyes widened. He closed his eyes and gave them a slight rub and shook his head to focus once more, but he saw the figures clearly.


Faces of all of those he loved and cared for, a few of his first padawans that died fighting sith, the villagers that he has come to care for from naboo, and of course his master, the only person that took him in when he was younger when no one else took him as a student. He clenched his fist tightly. He was no fool to fall for such an illusion, but it was making him angry that they were able to get into his barred mind so easily. "Calm yourself, they are just illusions. How typical." He thought to himself. He continued deeper into the ruin, ignoring and avoiding the constructs.

That part was fairly easy for him but he would have to keep up his guard.

 

[Jericho]

As he continued to move he heard voices in a nearby corridor. "Murder, hate, vengeance, war, backstabbing...these are the things that makes the world go round. People might say that peace is what is turns the world but there is no thing as peace. Peace, is just a thing that people wish they could achieve. In reality, peace could never exist for a long amount of time. It is human's nature to fight. We are like animals, who needs to fight to survive." A voice called out while other voices raised and cheered.

To Jericho, they want to feel dominant over other animals. That is how humans are. He could feel their force signatures, were they sith? He wasn't sure, were they a gathering a of dark siders? That was for sure. He took in a breath. His goal was to eliminate a made mystic, but none of them fit the description.He looked to the crowd of people within the corridor, keeping silent, he tread lightly passed through the corridor making sure he didn't make a single noise as he continued walking. If it can be avoided he would not have to fight all those people but then for a moment he stopped. He began to think about it and all the villagers that were nearby. He looked back to the corridor of people and though about what they said, he let out a soft sigh as he thought about it.

Bandits were placed in this galaxy, for one reason and one reason alone...chaos. Bandits thrive on chaos, they sleep with it. The bandits are just another reason why peace can never exist. The bandits one job on this earth is to make sure fighting is always going on. If there is always fighting then there is no peace. It is now his job to be the thing they fight, and be the last thing they fight. The ruin and the general area of the plant was infested with a bandit problem. The bandits are attacking the villages supply line and if nothing is done about it, the villages will crumble from famine. Both dark siders and bandits were a threat and if left unchecked they would spread even more like a virus. But it was not his mission do so....But....No....He had a mission and he had to see it through first. And continued on.

After about half an hours of looking through the corridors, Jericho took in a deep breathe with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes once more, and looked deeper into the ruins and saw multiple ways the could lead anywhere. He felt a strong presence in one of the halls and assuming that it was the mystic he charge down but instead he came across a sith holocron. The holocron was briskly hover over what seemed like a large tomb of a powerful Sith Lord. It's immense presence felt like it was calling him, in truth, it was just the lost knowledge Jericho wanted. There was only one thing he wanted in this galaxy, in which he fought for more than anything aside from the light and that was knowledge. To him this holocron was more irresistible than anything else. He raised his hand and reached out for the holocron at the slightest touch, a surge of lightning filled the entirety of his body.


"AHHHHHH!!!"


He screamed at the top of his lungs as the pain surged throughout his body causing him to fall backward on to the ground. The shock left him somewhat dazed and confused. All he could see for a moment was a blur shaped in threes, followed by hearing the sounds of snarling monsters. He quickly regained himself and saw the the room was now filled with monstrous sithspawn. Jericho groaned and reacted quickly when one made it's attack. He quickly pulled out his saber the color of gold pierce the heavy darker colors surrounding him. The beam of light went thought the head of the first sithspawn. He pulled out his second saber, it's purple color edged through the air, the colors of the gold and purple mixed as he spun around cutting down the monsters in a flurry of strong but skilled strikes.

After hours of fighting the beast he cut down the last one and threw it's body on the sith holocron to make sure there wasn't another trap on the thing. Seeing that the coast was finally clear and the holocron was no longer protected, Jericho grabbed the holocron and placed it in his bag. After doing so, he fell backward taking a seat taking a well-deserved breath and checking on any wounds he needed to head on himself. Now that this was taken care of. It was time to quickly take out the threat that as the Mad Mystic.

 

[Jericho]

"Remarkable timing, that jedi." The mystic playfully shouted, still in high spirits regardless of his energy levels. He knew the Jedi was getting closer and closer still now after feeling his minions were quickly dispatched. The heavy gallop ringing throughout the narrow walls of the corridor, because the mouth opened to much wider landscape. Fortunately it didn't appear the enemy had made it this far. It was only a couple of hundred feet away from their location. It was clear what needed to be done. " I believe we both what what would be our best course of action..It's to fight and end the intruders life here and now!" He said to one of his followers. He looked concentrated, yet serious staring at the man. Knowing fleeing wasn't going to halt the advance of the rogue jedi. He felt like he had only one choice, fight.

He took a moment to recover his breath, before wiping the sweat off his brow; caked in dirt and blood. "This man in a swift pursuit for us." He shared his thoughts out loud, every bodies thoughts. He assessed the surrounding landscape before stroking his face. "Rally to me! Rally to me!" He announced quickly mustering all the men in the ruins of the temple. "Children of Darkness.. this is our hour.. enjoy it. Start the drums!"
He announced, a seconds later a drumbeat begins to pound.. dum...dum... dum as the massive bass is hit, the ritual drum sounding throughout the ruins. The Prince of Wei raised his voice, over the drums to articulate and motivate the men into action.

The mystic; wasn't usually a man for too many words, but in this scenario it was appropriate. The drums kept pounding away to the steady beat, the men certainly looked a little more excited; The Mystic had his doubts - but he didn't allow them to show. He locked his neck into place, before raising his blade. "Raise your voices! Let that pesky jedi intruder hear you in all your strength!" and with that the men roared, stamped their feet, clashed their weapons as the drums roared through the ruins. The mystic smiled. It was time to the flames of darkness.. in blood of the jedi. Or so they believe.

 

[Jericho]

The sounds of the ritual drum banged and roared throughout the ruin halls. Of course Jericho, had to assume that it was the Mystic and his followers. He charged into the corridor after regaining himself and healing his wounds. He looked around and analyzed the area especially observing the people around him. He could tell some people were just villagers that were either possessed or stricten by fear, he could tell by their eyes. While others were okay with everything that was going on, he had to assume they were bandits and the other dark siders. He took a breath once more and spoke.

"Men and women! You do not have to fight this day! Throw down your weapons now and surrender instead of dying for an unjust and needless cause! Or for someone who does not value your lives. Please leave and to return to your families and your homes!"

The mad mystic laughed, as the Jedi spoke to all of them. "Do not speak your words of poison to my men, you have murdered their sons, brothers and children.." he reminded the fool that stood before him, so naively. So arrogant with his victory. It was time to teach the man a lesson. "What families do these men have to return to?" he redirected the insult back at the jedi who attended to make the allegiances of the mystic's men waver. "Men, before you lies the true enemy. These cowards burned your own kin before your eyes - you would willing lay down your arms in spite of their villainous crimes? I think not, have you way with them. Decimate every last one of those damned jedi; starting with this one and bring his head to me. No mercy."

He was done talking, and with that the drums rolled. An engagement ensued. Jericho was in awe that no one wavered to change sides, the mystics words laid heavily and more silver than his own. Beams of light flared out and as he went into a defensive position, using the narrow corridor to his advantage. "We paint these walls red... to honor our dead.. repeat after me men.. RED! RED! RED!" The mad mystic shouted the war chant as they began to psychotically hack and slash at Jericho driven more by hatred than words. They were inspired, though for all the wrong reason and that of lies.

He quickly blocked attacks and slashed through weapons, spotting people the were frightened or possessed aiming only to knock out or wound if needed. Which was proving to be an increasingly difficult task. As bodies flooded at him but he had to remain calm, remain strong, he had to keep at this pace. At least until he notice the mystic was doing some sort of ritual. Jericho didn't know what the man was up to but he couldn't allow him to finish it. Due to all the innocents involved he was getting pushed back. But this wasn't good had to push through, he let out a powerful force bellow sending everyone flying back a few feet and increasing his speed with the force he charge.

Jericho quickly slashed at the mystic but at the last word of his chant and aura of dark energy sent him flying back. Dazed once more, he looked around and wonder what happened but seemingly nothing, he quickly gathered himself and concentrated and force pulled the mystic over and stabbed him with with his saber giving him a quick and painless death. Jericho panted a bit and placed his body lightly on the ground and took the mask belonging to the mystic. He looked around a saw all the possessed village wake as though that just woke from a bad dream. While the remained bandits and darksiders made their escape.

Finding a some information that some royalty was involved in this. He led the villagers out, making sure that they avoided the trap. He pulled his sword from the ground and then set off the grenades when the villagers were in a safe distance collapsing the main entrance to the sith ruins. The job was finished but there was going to be a bit more to report and something he would have to look into at a later time.

 

[Jericho]

End.

 

[Jericho]

PART 2​

THE MAD VOSS MYSTIC'S RITUAL



[member="Quinn Michaels"]​

[member="Saki"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Trying a new thing with this. Rp'ly I have no idea why I was dragged out of bed so

He'd been told to meet [member="Jericho"] up in the academy lobby. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he'd grabbed and armed himself with his green saber, The Stark Contrast, never the less. He knocked his plain black cloak from the chair next to his bed, grabbing his Sasori robes. Probably should of grabbed those before his lightsaber. Dressing quickly he grabbed a bar of something or other off the side. He didn't read the label, but whatever it was it was it was serving as his breakfast.

Breaking into a run down the corridor, he realized he was already running late. Who planned a meeting this early in the morning and not even bothered to tell the blue guy what he was getting into. Why do they always forget the blue guy until last minute, why? Chuckling lightly, the Chiss slid past some annoying four year old youngling, running into the hall.

He wolfed down whatever he held in his hands, making himself look somewhat presentable before meeting Jericho. Nodding, he strolled over to the master, bowing lightly. He then took liberty to ask why he'd been dragged out of bed to come and meet the guy. He honestly wanted to know that question. Who's dumb idea was this, honestly?

[member="Saki"]

 

[Saki]

[member="Quinn Michaels"] [member="Jericho"]

Saki had been invited and stood there, the teenager rolling her shoulders while she finished securing the gauntlets on her hands. The heavy hands were gleaming as she secured her saber and staff on her belt. The jedi master crossed her arms over her chest that was covered in straps for now with a kama style wrap over her pants. Whatever was going to happen she was coming as the muscle or at least the one who could throw things out of the way if they needed it. She ran a hand over her shaved head and smirked looking at the younglings who were going past her while they looked up.