Tell me you didn't see this coming

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Coruscant; on the hunt

Gherron walked through the undercity of Coruscant, keeping an eye open for anything suspicious. He'd chosen to wear a slightly darker robe than usual, so as to blend in as well as be that much harder to see. Recently, he'd caught wind of a killer around these parts, one that used a red blade. Gherron would hunt the Sith down all day if he had to, and would not stop until he was found. Keeping a hand on his weapon, he carefully made his way through the silent streets, ready for anything....

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Darth Ferus was wandering the streets himself. Not because he was mindlessly killing civilians, but because he, too, was hunting the man with a red blade. The unfortunate Sith that was stirring up trouble on Coruscant was wanted dead by the Zabrak's master, and the Zabrak had no intention on failing. It did not take Ferlus long, however, to find his target. Once more the fool had killed another person, on this time he stayed with the kill, seeming to be waiting for something.

The Darth reached out through the Force, lifting the man high above the ground in a choke hold. The man himself was nothing more then a street thug. A thug who happened to find a saber and used it to take advantage of those lesser then him. Ferus smirked at the realization. If he wasn't calling himself Sith, the man could of proven useful. However..

"You call yourself Sith, running around on a rampage with a red saber. You are an insult. There will be a time in which the Sith return, but you will not see it." With a close of a fist he stopped the mans chocking, crushing his throat entirely. He let the form drop, moving over to the now deceased body to take back the saber. He pocketed it, turning from the body without another thought.

[member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron felt the force signature. It was rather weak, but no doubt the man he was looking for. Taking off, he prepared himself to catch the killer. Then, nothing. The presence had just vanished. In its place, a new one, more powerful. As a matter of fact, it was familiar, but... tainted. The Jedi had difficulty recognizing the new force signature, so he continued on his way to seek it out. Eventually, he came upon an alley. In that alley, was none other than Krest, the zabrak who he had associated with once. Smirking, he walked over to the other. "Well damn Krest, here you had me tinking you were someone else I had to take in. You're just taking out the trash. Though..... I wouldn't have killed him." He grimaced at the body that lay on the ground for a second.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak looked over his shoulder, a pale and corrupted blue gaze focusing in on [member="Gherron Vael"] . "Ah, the Jedi again. Tell me, how do you enjoy the light?" Darth Ferus turned to the man, both of his arms down by his side. The corruption was evident on his face, his skin darker in places that it shouldn't be otherwise. There was no light coming from his form now, just pure darkness.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

The moment the zabrak turned, Gherron could see there was something wrong with him. Even now, he could feel the seething hatred in the man. Throwing up his mental guard to be safe, he slowly walked over to [member="Darth Ferus"]. "What happened to you Krest?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Krest died." It was a simple answer, one fitting his new demeanor. He watched [member="Gherron Vael"] closely though, a frown forming slowly on his face. "What exactly do you mean though? What happened? My eyes opened." He kept both of his hands down by his sides, but his hands curled into fists, watching. He was slowly getting angrier.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron could feel the anger and agony that was going off in the man's head, and backed up a little. The man he had known as Krest was gone. Instead, standing before him was one who had been revealed to the ways of the Sith. He was much different now, and likely would not hesitate to kill others, including Gherron himself. A flashback came to him of the last Sith he had fought, and how he had reacted. Such anger. Such grief. It wouldn't take many more moments like that before he was liable to fall. He balled his fist, shaking his head to himself. The Jedi would not let that happen. That was just one man. If need be, he could take down Krest without using such anger as before.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabraks anger would subside as he watched [member="Gherron Vael"] step back. Fear, he could smell it. He could feel the hesitation from the boy. A grin slowly formed on the Zabraks face, twisted and dark. He strode forward, slowly, letting his once balled up fingers stretch, flex. The Darth felt a hint of satisfaction in knowing he could instill fear in others. But there was something more.

"You're thoughts betray you Vael. Without your anger you will have no chance of beating me." And there it was. The opportunity to convert another. The chance to bring this man to Darth Vulcanus, to create Sith out of this Jedi. But Darth Ferus in no way assumed he could change the man with just words. No, he would have to beat the man down again and again. Forcibly change him into a Sith. The Iridonian part of the Darth flashed outwards, eager for the fight, eager to cause pain. But he waited, curious to see what Vael would say.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Backing up a little more, Gherron drew his lightsaber, holding it at point. "No. You'll never find me falling to the dark side. Your thoughts betray you, Sith." He brought his weapon up in both hands, determination in his eyes. "I fight for the Republic, not for a throne of lies." At this point, the force could easily be felt flowing from him in strong waves. He was ready for a fight, and he was not backing down.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Alright alright. Very well." Ferus rolled his shoulders then, still eyeing [member="Gherron Vael"] . Already pulled a weapon, typical. At least it can be said a Jedi was the first to take the offensive. The Darth reached out on either side of his own form, the Force swelling around him. Invisible tendrils would reach out, gripping nearby objects. A fire escape ladder, a dumpster, they would all be gripped and torn from where they were, being thrown directly at Vael.

Darth Ferus enjoyed being a typical Sith in the sense he would chuck stuff at his foe first, getting a feel for his foe first. Who knows how much Vael changed sense the last time he met him after all.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Though the sudden moving of everything in the alleyway startled Gherron at first, he didn't let it deter him. Keeping an open mind, he didn't even take his hands off of his weapon, instead keeping his gaze locked with the Sith, countering him with his own show of force. He was certainly stronger than the last time the two met, and for no small amount of work. He did spend most of his time training, after all.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

He let go of the items themselves, in a position where they would drop atop [member="Gherron Vael"] should he let them go. At the same time his form burst forward, Deus slipping from it's sheath. As he closed in on Vael he'd leap outwards, his form blurred from the Force as he cut downwards, aiming to catch the man as he would have to toss the objects aside or be crushed. But hey, that's all the thinking on Ferus's side. It's very likely he didn't think of everything.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

By the time both men had mentally let go of the floating debris, it was back to hanging over the Sith, and fell upon him. This didn't matter however, as the zabrak was quick on his feet to dash at Gherron, his specialized weapon in hand. Bringing up his own blade, the Jedi clashed it with the other in a shower of sparks. Stronger than he was on their last meeting, Gherron was now able to press back against his opponent, hard as it was. While he did so, he built up a small aura of force inside him, ready to let it explode from inside should the need arise.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The burning blade of Deus pressed harder against [member="Gherron Vael"] 's blade, the Zabrak fueling his strength with the Force. Ferus would give his foe a wicked grin before slipping a hand free, a powerful Force blast escaping from his palm to shove the man backwards. Keep the man off foot, off balance. That's his tactic. For now.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron was quick on his toes, but wasn't always quick to react. As soon as the blast of force energy readied itself in the Sith's hand, his eyes widened, and he moved a hand lower to deflect it. He only did partially, and wound up skidding back a few inches. Looking up at the other, he clashed his lightsaber back against the red blade with immense strength. He would eventually tire himself if he continued to use the force for extra muscle, but he wanted to push the zabrak to his limits first.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak continued to push, swinging his blade with one hand in a wild fashion, the burning blade cutting through the air. He was well into his rhythm of Juyo, his blade biting around with a sick precision, intent on pushing [member="Gherron Vael"] off balance. In his free hand he once again built up the Force, almost to the point where the limb would glow before sending out a powerful blast of Force Destruction, tearing the ground below the Jedi apart in the process.