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[Ravenfire]

Location: Yokta Noverskaa

Yokta was at one point a small town in the middle of The Valley of Oceans and for a long time was disregarded as a small pit stop. Especially since it only had a pub, a couple houses and a small brewery. However in recent times, Yokta became rather famous due to its brewery making a new type of wine which hit it off across the planet, making it a very popular tourist stop. So now it was more of a small suburban town, with all the amenities such a place, However this also made it an excellent place to make an announcement of sorts. The sort that you'd want lots of people to see, the sort that was currently happening in the town. Which was really a shame for a place that was on its way up in the galaxy.

Comms traffic from the tower came out in garbles from officers looking for reinforcements to civilians trying to get help to get them out of town or even off world if needs be. But the signal would be loud enough for people to hear and potentially be drawn to the confusion, and that made the man happy. The blonde haired man stood in the center of town lazily deflecting the shots of local police officer, the poor officers who weren't trained to deal with a problem such as this. They didn't yet have the normal resources allocated by Mirdirmorut, their droids and what not as they were still a very new and growing population, there had been talks of installing even a small droid force to help keep them safe. Shame that they hadn't had time to get around to it yet.

A smile alit his face, but not one of joy, one of madness and hunger. He was drawing in the sorrow and misery around himself, as he waited to see what kind of response would come to stop his entrance into the galaxy. He hoped it would be someone fun, who would want to fight him. He was getting bored of people trying to old rhetoric of trying to turn him from the darkness. Besides he needed practice and he was bored. He just couldn't wait till some enemies showed up for him.

 

[Moya Virtu]

Wearing: Dress

Armed With: Decoy's Blade (Synth Crystal Lightsaber)


A curvy woman in a black dress sauntered through the crowd, having been minding her own business up to this point.

She was Light Side, but was not a Jedi, and definitely was not in the business of saving people most times.

She removed her simple lightsaber, and when cops would object to her presence, an airborne dose of military grade pheromones and a flirting smile would cause them to back off with muttered apologies.

She soon approached the front, and politely requested they stop firing, pointing out that they were only embarrassing themselves at this juncture.

Exposure to her pheromones made them agree and they withdrew in a sort of daze.

Moya frowned. She turned, sensing the darkness in this one.

"Okay, Sith..." Moya muttered, a black core, dark green aura lightsaber blade snaking out of a worn, simple hilt.

"Are you really that fethin' bored? Because I am too..."

Without further fanfare, Moya leapt to strike for his hands, hoping to remove them in a swift clean Ataru slice on Ravenfire . It didn't do to bother talking too much with this type. Cut them down quickly, don't let them build momentum or you got a headache on your hands...

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Yokta Noverskaa

His smile widened as someone began approaching, finally someone to fight with. He could feel the light radiating off her, he smiled even greater, he so enjoyed things drenched in the light that he could toy with. She even had a lightsabre, it was like lifeday was coming early.

As she passed the cops his smile faded as she seemed to do something that made the cops back off. Well now that wasn't fun, she was taking his toys from him, she was calming them. Well now, he wasn't going to take that from just anyone.

He vaguely heard her muttering some stuff, something about him being bored. "How did you guess that I was bored?" He said loudly as she kept coming. He watched her come in with her lightsabre for his hands and he smiled as he crouched moving slightly so his lightsabre in his left hand should catch the blade as he held out his right hand towards one of the police. As he did so there was a sickening crunch as the police person he had been holding his hand out towards had their left leg suddenly snap throwing them to the ground with a surprised scream.

"There we go, much better." He said before moving his right hand back towards the woman attempting to force push her away enough so that he could readjust himself in order to defend himself better from whatever was coming next.

Tag: Moya Virtu

 

[Moya Virtu]

The Feth? Moya thought it as he blocked her strike, snapping the cop's leg in the distance.

Ironically, she found herself recalling Laertia's advice.

He's trying to distract you, shake you up with cruelty. Continue attacking. she thought in Laertia's voice as he blocked the strike, then swung his other hand for her.

She used the Force to perform an elegant flip to the side , the push only catching her partly and heavily bruising the flesh on her shoulder. But she didn't feel the pain. It would just be about ten minutes before that area would be able to heal at all. She rebounded towards him, slinking towards him like a snake with a sword, now targeting an exposed mid section with an upwards moving slice at his rib cage. Even now, she didn't want to kill him, just disable him.

If he managed to block, she would attempt a series of furious strikes targeting all zones of his body, in an attempt to overwhelm him...

Ravenfire

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Yokta Noverskaa

He giggled as she flipped through the air, his force push still managing to catch her but he quickly stopped when he saw her face, there was no pain there just determination. "No, your doing it all wrong, you should be in pain. At least give me a grimace." He watched her come in once again very fast. "I thought you were also bored but your trying to end this far to quickly, you missing some sort of appointment?"

He shifted slightly attempting to block her blade while also still allowing it to cut him slightly along the side of his left side ribs. Before then she began furiously attacking him. He smiled, she had almost caught him but the pain he had allowed her to inflict had made everything sharper. He flicker his second lightsabre out of a sleeve into his left hand beginning a rather brutal defence into a counter assault aiming to inflict various wounds in order to inflict more pain in her.

He then also began pushing his force presences onto her in an attempt to overwhelm her. "You came to play with me and I will make this last until I become bored again. Now let's play properly." He said a massive grin trying to off balance her in some fashion so that he wouldn't lose.

Tag: Moya Virtu

 

[Moya Virtu]

He was focused on her, meaning he wasn't trying to hurt others. Moya groaned internally as his second lightsaber came out, even as she scored a hit. His defense as savage as her offense. He was actually good at this...

It made Moya instantly more cautious, even as his whirring blades scored light scratch marks on her arms and torso. But while it did damage, she couldn't actually feel the pain that would normally come from disabling wounds like the ones he had inflicted (though it did force her somewhat on the defensive)

The cuts Ravenfire inflicted managed to leak glowing green blood from the wounds as she drew back slightly, her flesh rippling everywhere on her voluptuous figure in a disgusting and unnatural way as it resisted his dark Force Presence, but the attack scrambled her databases slightly, allowing him to get another blow in, this one taking her pinky finger from her left hand.

Moya backflipped away... before somersaulting back towards him unexpectedly resuming her attacks with a renewed frenzy.

As she did, her body began slowly, subtly releasing military grade pheromones, a chemical cocktail of such potency it was capable of affecting even Force Users, into the air in invisible, minute amounts. She couldn't risk drugging him so hard he would immediately notice. It would have to be slower.

Her psychologist database went active and she hoped to use it in conjunction with her pheromones to at least coax an answer out of him.

"Such Malice I feel within you..." Moya said as she dodged and parried vicious, well executed swipes that partly grazed her hips nonetheless.

"Tell me...from where does it stem?" She wondered as she counter attacked by swiping at his wrists, hoping to destroy the second blade...

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Yokta Noverskaa

He was further confused as she showed no signs of pain despite the clear surface level injuries he was inflicting. Which was leaking green blood, how curious. He caught her pinky as it was removed from her left hand, giving a quick look at it. While it appeared human on the surface he saw technology within the finger itself. He felt rage overcome his thoughts, how dare they. They sent some kind of techno babble creature to fight him rather than a person, no wonder all of his cuts were gaining no response. It wasn't really ALIVE.

It flipped away and as he went to flip after it in an effort to destroy this THING. But it flipped back at him throwing him off balance. It managed to get several cuts in him making his rage flow even more as he continued getting pushed back. And then It had the gall to ask him a question, he growled in response flipping away himself releasing all his anger in an all direction force push, which would likely hit many innocents if not countered.

He snarled at the thing that looked like a woman. "You have won this time technobabble, but understand it is simply I don't wish to fight a thing that pretends to be alive like you." He smiled again before attempting to begin moving away from the current location so that he could leave the city, lick his wounds and try starting chaos again somewhere else.

Tag: Moya Virtu

 

[Zinayn]

From the shadows atop a radio structure not too far away, Zinayn stared down at the fight between a Sith Lord and...probably not a Jedi by the way she was fighting. He considered moving in. Nah, this was way too fun. He watched the green and red sabers clash together; the Sith taunting the woman (as Sith had a habit of doing).

Soon, the Sith got a cut in on the woman, and she started leaking green fluid? Well, this took a turn. Perhaps it wasn't really a woman, but a machine of sorts. That certainly took away from Zinayn's fun. Then, something even more boring happened. The Sith was running away! Such cowardice.

And rude. Taking away Zinayn's entertainment like that? On a world like this, fun was sparse. At least for a Gray Jedi.

Time to extend the Sith's visit. He leapt forward, crossing fifteen meters with ease. He landed on the roof of a tailor shop and leapt again, this time rolling to soften the impact of landing on the ground below. He came up in a crouch, hand by his waist. He could feel the cool metal of his lightsaber hilt even through his white robes. "Going so fast?" Zinayn asked the Sith, getting up and walking casually over.

His crimson red eyes glowed at the man menacingly.

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