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A hooded, cloaked figure stands before a holotransmiter contemplating the nature of the challenge he yearns to issue. Finally, after deliberating with himself he activates the transmiter and begins recording his message.

"Lord Girthious, it has some time since our last meeting. I know that we have gone our seperate ways since we completed our training together, but the death of our former master Lord Gravitious leaves only us to carry on the Sith Order. So, why not reunite the Sith Order the way it was set asunder: with a lightsaber duel. We will use training blades to avoid any serious injury, but rest assured that I will do everything in my power to defeat you. And to show my good intentions, I will allow you to name the place, and the time. I am nothing more than a wraith to the world, living in shadow. I wish it to remain so...for now."

Steping back, Darth Fatious ends his transmission. Sporting a twisted smile of anticipation, he turns and seemingly fades into the shadows...

Darth Girthious sat in his quarters, quietly meditating in the darkness. He was surprised when his door opened and a figure stood in the doorway. It was the ship's captain.

"I am not to be disturbed during my meditations, you know this captain." Girthious' lightsaber crackled to life, the red blade shone brightly in the darkness of his room.

"Lord Girthous, I am truly sorry for the intrusion, but we have recieved an urgent message for you, from Lord Fatious..."

"Hmmm...I'm surprised he is still alive after all these years."

The captain played the holo-message for Girthious, then activated the comm channel.

"Fatious, your challenge is accepted. We shall duel on the planet Karbarra, there is a temple that has served as a proving ground for many years. I am sending the coordinates now. We will meet there in 3 days."

Fatious' red bladed saber was nothing but a blur as he whirled it around him, putting every ounce of his concentration and strength with the Dark Side into his movements. He would be leaving for Karbarra within the hour, and wished to prepare to the fullest extent of his power. He had spent the last 2 days in meditation, and now felt the barely controled black lightning that was the Dark Side course its way through his viens. Only one thought was in his mind: the face of his adversary, Lord Girthious. With a final whirl of his blade, Fatious completed his excercise. Extinguishing his lightsaber and replacing it on his belt, he drew his cloak around himself and left his quarters, heading for his shuttle. The hour of the Sith Order's resurrection drew near...

3 days later...

Darth Girthious stood in the temple's main chamber. It was of massive size, looking up only yeilded shadows, the cieling was not visible. An archway served as the door and only entrance/exit to the main chamber. Beyond that was a smaller forier area, then a long hallway decorated with the statues of ancient Sith lords from the Old Republic. The hallway led to the entrance of the temple and a flight of nearly 1000 stone steps. The area outside was heavyly forrested, as was most of Karbarra. Here resided a warrior race which had long been part of the Megan Empire. Girthious himself had served in the empire's special forces, and had been augmented by the power of Living Protoculture. The Flower of Life was abundant on Karbarra, and he could feel the natural energies pulsating around him. He could sense Fatious' approaching through the Force. It would not be long now, he would be reunited with his old rival...

As Fatious' shuttle descended into Karbarra's atmosphere, he felt just how strong the Force was with this area of the planet. At this point, he deactivated his auto-pilot: the Force would guide him from here. Sensing, rather than seeing, Fatious piloted his small two-man shuttle toward the planet's northern hemisphere. Within minutes he spotted the temple, and sitting outside was a Megan Imperial Cruiser; Girthious had already arrived. As he set down, he felt a powerful surge in the Force. No doubt Girthious had just sensed his arrival. He shut the craft's engines down and lowered the rear ramp. "Ah, so this is the ancient temple of my Sith ancestors," he thought to himself. The temple was enormous, as was the flight of steps leading to its entrance. Mere minutes later, Fatious entered a lengthy hallway decorated with statues of whom were undoubtedly Sith Lords. He could now sense Girthious' eagerness, and his own excitement was only elevated. Passing through a small foirer, he discerned the figure of Lord Girthious himself, standing at the center of the temple's main chamber. Muttering to himself in a voice that nevertheless carried across the chamber, "Lord Girthious, at last. After all these long years, we finally meet again."

As soon as Fatious entered the chamber, Girthious used the Force to dislodge a stone slab and a huge rock it had braced now slid over the doorway, effectively sealing off all light.

"Welcome Fatious, it has been along time..."

With that comment, he activated both his lightsabers, a full length, red saber held in his right hand, and a shorter, silver saber held backwards in the left. He stood rigid, his right hand out-stretched, awaiting Fatious' next move.

"Interesting choice of weaponry, Lord Girthious. I suspect that you think duel-wielding will give you the advantage: you're wrong," came Fatious' voice from the darkness. Lowering his hood and removing his cloak, he drew his lightsaber and ignited it, illuminating his harsh face with florescent red light. Holding the saber loosely in his right hand, blade turned away from him, he made his way accross the black void toward his waiting adversary. Stopping roughly five feet from Girthious, he turned his body to his right bringing his left hand accross his body to grip the bottom of the saber's hilt while tightening his right hand around the middle. Extending his left leg forward, he said simply,"May the Force be with you," and lunged forward bringing the blade around in a high arc.

Girthious brought up his small silver blade to block Fatious' lunge, turning to his right he swung the other saber around for a horizontal slash across Fatious' midsection...

Fatious used the momentum of Girthious' block to spin around to his left, bringing his saber around in time to block Girthious' counter-attack...

Trying to gain leverage, Girthious Force-leapt up and over Fatious' head, spinning both sabers as he glided back to the floor, looking to see if he did some damage...

Fatious watched in anticipation as Girthious Force-leapt over him. As Girthious began to spiral in the air, Fatious began whirling his blade rapidly around him, effectively parrying Girthious' attack until he felt the undeniable flash of pain assciated with training sabers cut across his chest. He fell back a few steps in shock: no one had ever harmed him in active saber combat. The pain incensed his rage, and he Force-leapt into the air executing a single forward flip, using his momentum to strike at Girthious as he landed...

Caught off-balance, Fatious' power attack broke Girthious' guard. Fatious' saber slid off his own and connected with his left shoulder. He winced in pain as he saw his own seared flesh for the first time in years, then brought the right saber up for a vertical slice...

Girthious attempted to block Fatious' fresh attack, but only magaged to redirect it to his left shoulder. Girthious turned the shoulder away in a brief display of pain, and suddenly retaliated with a backhanded verticle swing of his right hand saber. Fatious expected this and was able to easily deflect the blow. Deciding to give Girthious and himself time to recover, he backflipped into the air, landing some five feet away. "You have become powerful Girthious, and a worthy opponent," called Fatious. He then assumed a defensive position, crossing his wrists so that he held his saber inverted in front of him, body turned slightly to the right. He awaited Girthious' counter-attack with mingled feelings of anxiety and excitement...

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Githious welcomed the brief delay in fighting, drawing a few quick breaths then returning his breathing to a normal pace.

"Your command of the Force has grown, Fatious, but there is something I possess that you do not. You see, all these years I have been associated with a highly secret operation with a substance, a sort of living energy not too unlike the force. This Protoculture, as we have come to call it, has manifested within me many new powers that you will not be familiar with. Channeling Protoculture with the Force is a relatively new technique, and even I have yet to master its full potential."

With that prologue, Girthious began to exhibit a blue aura around himself, and sapphire flames began to swirl around the Sith lord. He outstretched his arms and immediately began expelling mist into the surrounding. Quickly filling the vast, dome-shaped chamber, the mist had an odd, blue florescence to it, and contact with it by anyone but the caster chilled to the bone. He was sure this would throw Fatious offguard, and took the opportunity to strike. He lunged straight towards his fellow Sith with all his strength in one horizontal downslash of his full-length saber.

As Girthious begins his dialouge Fatious lowers his blade, shifting it to his right so that it is pointing straight out in front of him. He grins in spite of himself: Girthious always was a bit theatrical. Yet his amusment quickly transforms into a feeling of amazment as Girthious informs him of his augmentation with this so called Protoculture, and then to horror as Girthious is enveloped in sapphire flames and begins manifesting blue mist. The cold is unspeakable, and he is caught offguard when Girthious launches a fresh attack. He recovers in time to strafe to his right, and escapes with only a charred swipe hole in his robes just below his ribs. Then he realizes Girthious' attack had helped him find a way out of this misty nightmare: the mist was evaporating as it made contact with the lightsabers' blades. "Nice carnival trick Girthious, but not good enough." He then begins to whirl his blade around himself, quickly clearing a path backwards through the mist to give himself room to think, or was it simply to warm up? At this point, he didn't really care, for Girthious was far more powerful than he had expected. This mysterious Protoculture had just made things very difficult...

Girthious laughed to himself. His rival was obviously alarmed by and possibly even afraid of his power. That suited him just fine. He whirled to see Fatious struggling to deal with the mist.

"Maybe you will like this trick even more..." Girthious said as he deactivated and sheathed his larger, red saber. He focused his mind into commune between the Force and the natural Protoculture abundant on the planet, and drawing strenth from the Flower of Life he began to exude another aura, this time for a different purpose. He reached torwards his rival and curled his wrist and fingers, summoning a bluish barrier around Fatious. He tightened his grip on what seemed to be air and the shield like barrier began to collapse around Fatious.

Hobbeebian scout ship patroling the area where the two sith just so happened to be fighting at also just so happened to have one of Hobbeebias most powerful sith Lord aboard it.

" There is a battle of great power on this planet..... I must investigate." said Lord Vortox

The ship pilot was oreder to take the ships the atleast 20,000 ft. in side the planets surface. thepilot inquired why but Vortox did not answer. The Pilot complied and brought the ships to 20,000 ft. Vortox opened the bay doors and closed his eyes trying to locate the fighting couple. Vortox located them and and jumped out of the ship. The pilot ran after him thinking the Lord had gone mad, but was to late. Vortox was plummeting toword the ground below. as he fell, Vortox cleared his mind of all fear and expectation. As he fell he began to drive faster, and faster. And just before he hit the ground he stopped. 2 inches above the ground. and just hovered there for a second then lowered to the ground and opened his eyes and walked up the stair case .

Fatious didn't even notice the barrier forming until he backed into it. "Your bag of tricks just keeps getting deeper, Girthious." He tried to strike the barrier with his saber, but it just bounced off. He extinguished the blade and replaced it on his belt, knowing that it would not help him now. Suddenly, the barrier began collapsing on him, and Fatious could think of no other solution: He had to use the Force. Concentrating, he outstrethched his arms, and used a powerful Force-Push to break the barrier...

Girthious felt a strange movement in the Force, someone uninvited had arrived, someone with terrible power. The barrier collapsed due to his distraction, and Girthious immediately returned his attention towards his current opponent. There was no way anyone could enter the temple without enough explosive force to risk destroying the whole thing.

Girthious repeated the hand motions to form the barrier and watched as it began to manifest once again around Fatious.

Fatious had anticipated this, and Force-Leaped out. As he landed, he thrust his hands towards Girthious and unleashed a powerful torrent of Force-Lightning...

Lord Vortox walked up the stairs ever so slowly not trying to distrub the fight. But that was to later

Girthious immediately withdrew the barrier and with a flick of his wrist he shielded himself from the lightning. He felt the presence of the other drawing ever closer, and decided to end the fight quicker than he would have liked. After all, Fatious had proven himself a worthy candidate of Protoculture.

Girthious used his command of both the Force and Protoculture to draw as much power from the Flower of Life as he possibly could in a few seconds. He thrust his hand at Fatious, bent his fingers and unleashed a powerful stream of pure Protoculture at his enemy. The beam was blue in color, but had an unusual golden glow, and it raced stright torwards Fatious' chest...

Fatious stared in shock as his Force-Lightning was seemingly absorbed into Girthious' new shield. Damnit!, he thought in frustration. Every time I counter him he whips something stronger out! And it seemed that the pattern was not about to break either, for Fatious felt Girthious drawing heavily on the Force; Fatious readied himself for what he sensed was going to be one hellacious attack in turn. Girthious suddenly unleashed a stream of blue energy that Fatious had come to associate with Protoculture, but it had a strange golden glow to it. Fatious drew on the Force and in a gesture that he hadn't used in years, violently crossed him arms so that his fists struck his shoulders and thrust them back out in front of him palms first: the gesture used to summon the Force-Shield. The Protoculture Stream struck the Force-Shield with a power that outstripped everything Fatious had ever experienced in his life; he drew on every last bit of strength he had left in him, and for a few seconds he thought that he would repel the attack. The Protoculture Stream broke through the Force-Shield and struck him square in the chest, hurling him straight backwards through the chamber. He struck the chamber wall with bone shattering force and fell to the ground in a quivering heap. Unspeakable pain, relentless agony; Fatious felt as if he had been blasted straight to the underside of hell. His skin blazed with searing heat, yet his innards felt colder than death. He lifted his head and saw that Girthious had at least tripled. Shaking his head, he tried to lift himself to his feet, but collapsed once again. He pounded his fists into the stone floor, drew his knees up to his chest, and with a defiant roar pushed himself to his feet. His vision remained blurry but at least there was only one copy of Girthious standing there. Wearily, he drew his lightsaber, ignited, and whirled into a weak looking defensive stance. If he was to be beaten, he would be on his feet when it happened...

Girthious gasped for breath. He put everything he had into that last attack, and it left him without any of the life sustaining Protoculture he had come to depend on. He reached out to the Flower of Life once again and drew the energy to him, not for an attack but so that he could recover. He watched Fatious struggle to gather himself and prepare for what Girthious' guessed he thought to be his final fight. But that was not the intent of this challenge. Fatious' timing was perfect, he needed new blood for the trials, and here it was. He gestured to Fatious' lightsaber, and extinguished his own silver saber.

"You can put that away, you won't need it for awhile. Come, we have much to discuss..."

Extinguishing his blade gratefully, he asked, "And what is that Girthious? It's not like you to back off a wounded opponent, and you are obviously much more powerful than I...I would never survive another attack like the last...this Protoculture is the source of your newfound power?"

He made his way slowly across the chamber, holding his ribs with his left arm. Suddenly, a revelation gathered like a storm at the edge of his awareness.

"You've been using this temple to train others who have been given Protoculture haven't you?! How many have survived like I have Girthious," he demanded, suspecting that he knew the answer...

Girthious smiled. Fatious was as sharp as ever.

"You are but the first, Fatious. But there is no time for me to explain more. There is another here, can you not feel him?"

Girthious turned to the stone in front of the doorway. He began to draw power from the Flower of Life once more to create a blast that would punch through the stone.

Fatious' suspisions were confirmed. He was the first to survive Girthious' awesome power...but now that Girthious had mentioned it, he did feel the presence of another. He hadn't sensed it earlier because he had been concentrating on the battle, rightfully so in his opinion. Wonderful, he thought to himself sarcastically. And here I am weakened beyond belief. He reactivated his saber anyway, and held it as tightly as he could in front of him, in the same defensive stance that he had used so recently...

Girthious was careful not to use all his energy this time. He blasted straight through the rock, creating a crawlspace just large enough for a human (not intended to offend any other races). He motioned to Fatious.

"Come."

Girthious climbed into the tunnel, not knowing what was on the other side, but too intrigued to resist. What force-sensitive would be out here on Karbarra? There wasn't supposed to be any Megan military activity, so he knew it wasn't one of his own Sith...

Fatious wasn't suprised by Girthious' blast, he had seen it before. He lowered his blade obediantly and followed Girthious into the crawlspace, though he was apprehensive...

As Girthious emerged from the crawlspace, his iris-less black eyes scanned for any sign of an intruder. He found none, but could still feel him nonetheless. He decided to wait there in the forier area for the approaching intruder to make himself known.

"There is great power in this one, I sense. Perhaps he, too, will be worthy. Stay close, you're in no condition to fight on your own." He said to Fatious.

"'Perhaps he, too, will be worthy...' Does that mean that I have proven myself to you, that you have deemed me worthy of the secrets of Protoculture?" Fatious asked in amazement.

It wasn't everyday power that great was handed to him, and his mouth watered at the idea...

"With both of us imbued with the awesome power of Protoculture, the Sith Order will be unstoppable Lord Girthious. As for our intruder, he will stand no chance against our combined strength should he engage us, regardless of my current state..."

"You are assuming that I myself am in top condition, Fatious."

Girthious' tone was slightly condescending, but not to much so, for Fatious had no knowledge that the use of Protoculture took its toll on the body, especially when used to the extent that he had.

"Once we return to Tirol, you will be given the opportunity to under the Protoculture augmentation process, which few have survived to the end. As for the Sith order, to such I have no loyalty, for it lies in disarray."

"Why do you think I challenged you in the first place Girthious, if not to resurrect the Order beginning with our pairing? I certainly never thought that I would have the chance to gain power beyond my greatest imagination..."

He laughed softly to himself, and continued. "Nevertheless, I was successful. Look at us now, together again after all these years. It's only fitting that it took a monumental clash to do it. I still find it hard to believe I weakened you as much as you claim though, and I'm not being modest."

OOC: perhaps we should end it soon and resume posting tomorrow?

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Girthious sighed. Fatious would learn of the powers of Protoculture soon enough, until then he would have explain things as best he could.

"Again, you assume too much, Fatious. It was not you that weakened me, but my extensive use of Protoculture, I have never used the Proto-beam more than once in one day. Your blade did injure me, but that has already healed itself. If I had the strength, I would heal you as well, Fatious, but I need to recover first."

OOC: Aight, guess this is my last post tonight.

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"So, Protoculture drains the body of its energy to work...Hmm, that complicates things. What if a way to use the Force to fuel Protoculture is found..."

Fatious' voice trailed off as a new thought accured to him.

"You used the Proto-Beam on me when you knew that you would need it to leave the chamber. You either wanted to end the duel quickly because of our new friend or you felt you needed to because of my strength. Which is it Girthious?'

"A little of both, actually. I knew I would need to craft a powerful blast to defeat one of your power. But that is immaterial for the moment, we must be silent and wait for our guest to arrive."

Momentarily satisfied, Fatious quietly replies, "Very well Girthious, we shall wait for our mysterious friend." Extinguishing his blade, he moved into the shadows, trying to gather what little strength he had...

Lord Vortox continued his walk toward the unknown, he was almost there when he felt the retreat of a lightsaber. He paused waiting sense the next move of his unknown foes.

" They are waiting for me, shall I show my self in a show of fire or shall I introduce mmy self as a bringer of peace." Thought Lord Vortox to him self as he began to walk again. Lord Vortox finally ended the stair case now entering a the Hall of Sith, It was a sacred place for Sith duals. Lord Vortox knelt to one knee and showed respect for his fallen brothers. then he felt them, two of them one was hurt, the other unknown. Lord Vortox returned to his feet and began to hover above the ground and draw closer to the two. the power he felt delighted him for he had not felt such power in many years.

Fatious felt an unusual surge in the Force, and realized that their unknown intruder had arrived. Very quietly, he said, "He's coming Girthious, prepare yourself..."

Girthious nodded and began to walk foreward into the hallway. He knew this presence...he was sure...

"State your name and purpose...fellow Sith!"

Fatious' eyes narrowed in suspicion at Girthious' demand. Surely Girthious wouldn't have told another Force-Sensitive to be here, let alone another Sith. Fatious had always been under the impression that the Sith had died out until only his master, Darth Gravitious, had remained. Some time afterward, he had taken a very powerful newborn Force-Sensitive and raised him as his Sith Apprentice, Darth Fatious. As for Girthious, Fatious wasn't clear about his story. All he knew was that he could remember training with Girthious as a small child. After they had completed their long training, they had gone their seperate ways, and Fatious hadn't taken any apprentices. He hadn't counted on encountering any other Sith within the Megan Empire, and could only come to the conclusion that Girthious had either taken an apprentice, or had discovered a native Sith Order here in the Megan Empire. Or perhaps this being was from another system...but Fatious thought he had heard a tone of recognition in Girthious' voice. Either way, this stranger had interupted his duel with Girthious and for that, he would pay dearly, whatever the cost...

"He is Hobbeebian, the scum. The war is being fought in the Valivarre system, not here in the Karbarran system. He has no business being here." Girthious sensed the apprehension of Fatious, and figured that he would want that information.

"Hobbeebian, you dare step foot in this ancient and noble Sith Temple, you dare come here uninvited and interrrupt our honorable duel?!"

Fatious' voice had gained an edge to it that cut through the still air like a lightsaber. He was enraged that this Hobbeebian dog had cost him the legendary duel he had sought, and his rage was slowly consuming him. He had forgotten the injuries Girthious had inflicted upon him with his Proto-Beam, and now thought only of destroying the man that had taken away the honor he had so desperately desired. He had always been powerful with the Dark Side of the Force, and had been taught to control it, to use it as his ally, his weapon. But now he gave himself fully and willingly to the Dark Side, his mind cast into the precipice of madness, his soul consumed with the pure and unrefined chaos that was the true face of the Dark Side...

Girthious was amazed by the amount of dark powers that now began to flow through Fatious, it seemed that he had healed himself, or was comepletely beyond such pain. During his years of Protoculture testing, Girthious lost track of his goal to attain one-ness with the dark side. He now saw the complete culmination that could have been, in Fatious. Now they were ready for the Hobbeebian, he need only to make the first move.

Lord Vortox continued to move forword. not ansewring the request to id himself. Just before he reached the opening of the hallway, Lord Vortox began to speak.

" I am Lord Vortox and I am here on the behalf of my master...Master Thinius" said Lord Vortox.

Fatious' rage only intensified at the Hobbeebian's words, for they meant that there were more people involved than he had originally thought. Fatious decided that he would give this vile bastard a chance to explain his presense here, and then he would die...

"Hobbeebian dog! What interest does your master have here? This is a sacred place that will not be further tainted by Hobbeebian footsteps!"

Even as he spoke, Girthious began to draw Protoculture to himself again, gathering the living energy for his next attack...

Fatious' heightened power had made him far more sensitive to the Force, and he felt that Girthious was drawing Protoculture to himself. How he felt this was a mystery, but he thought that perhaps the Protoculture had formed a symbiotic relationship with Girthious' living body and the Force itself, and through the Force he felt Girthious drawing the Protoculture. Whatever the reason, though, he now felt that Vortox was never going to get to tell his story. Smiling sadistically, he moved slowly forward, hoping to coordinate his attack with Girthious'...

" Brothers please there is no need for fighting. For I come to you now -not as a Hobbeebian, but as your brother. " said lord Vortox still in the shadow SECRET IC :now with his lightsabers hovering around his body waiting for them to lower their guard.... then he felt it one of them was moving

"Then step into the light, dog, and reveal yourself!!" Fatious cried. He saw through the Hobbeebian's benevolent facade, and narrowed his eyes in concentration, willing Girthious to sense his wish to attack. If they were going to attack, it would have to be as one, and soon...

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Lord Vortox never steped out of the dark, only his lightsabers became visible. Shinning like a black light. Revealing a small portion of his face. They seemed to flaot around in no order somewhat in choas. Then they stopped and flew out to attack the two. One to one , and one to the other. As the saber's flew toward their targets, Vortox glanced to his left and made eye-contact with the wounded one, and time seemingly stood still; their concisness (sp?)became one, and Vortox saw...

you cant out bump me!!!!!!

Fatious felt that they could not wait any longer, and seconds later saw why. Vortox had sent his sabers out to attack them, and Fatious responded by firing the most powerful torrent of Force-Lightning he had ever used. As he raised his hands though, he made eye-contact with his adversary, and time stood still as his conscienceness melded with Vortox's. He felt revelations dawning at the edge of his awareness like a storm, and realized that he may have just made a terrible mistake...

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OOC: You just God-Modded the hell out of Megas, Hobbebbia. You didn't wait for him to respond, even though that is the way we had it worked out. I'll wait for him to post, then I'll post my reaction to the Force-Push.

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OOC: You just God-Modded the hell out of Megas, Hobbebbia. You didn't wait for him to respond, even though that is the way we had it worked out. I'll wait for him to post, then I'll post my reaction to the Force-Push.
OOC: yeah, for one thing I never fired the goddamned protobeam, for two, if I had fired it, your little force-dome thingy would have been absorbed by it, and you would've have taken the impact if you didn't move. Let's try this again, starting with before you fired my proto-beam...

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Girthious saw the lightsabers flying at them, and, content with the amount of Protoculture he had drawn in, fired his Proto-beam straight at Vortox. He then ingnited his lightsabers and rushed his opponent.

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Their histories crossed to each other. Histories of death, destruction, and chaos. Lord Vortox returned to reality just in time to see the lightning and protobeams about to hit him, with just enough time time block one attack. Lord Vortox reacted to the protobeam. Vortox created o force dome and shot it at the protobeam. the protobeam and the force dome made contact slowing it down giving enough time to Vortox to move out of the way :Vortox took in inpact of the force lightning.
Vortox fell to his knees and screamed then fell to his face, and was breathing heavily. Vortox regained his strenght and got to his feet. Vortox now making both lightsabers engage Girthious. While Vortox began to engage Fatious, with nothing but his bare hands and the force.

"Fatious, I cant destroy you.....and it is very apperant that i cant talk to you,so..... i will have to beat it in to you." yelled Lord Vortox. as he shot out a force push so powerfull that the whole temple shake almost to the point of falling apart.

" you are meant to be part of us!!!" screamed Vortox

Fatious was once again hurled across the temple, slamming into the wall at breakneck speed. He fell to his knees and spat a mouthfull of bright red blood onto the floor; he was bleeding internally. He looked to his left and saw that Girthious was preoccupied with both of Vortox's sabers; he would have to take Vortox alone. He thought of the contents of the vision he had had, and knew that if they spoke the truth, he could not kill Vortox. But, he thought to himself, it ends now. With his right hand, he grasped his saber and stood up, bent over under the pretense of being hurt. I hope this works, he thought, and ignited the blade and hurled it towards Vortox in one motion. Hoping his distraction had worked, he fired a second wave of Force-Lightning at his adversary...

Girthious saw the attempt of his ally to end this fight, he wished to aid his new ally, but every time he gained ground on the two disembodied lightsabers, they fought harder and faster. Finally, he was able to sufficiently deflect them both, and rushed towards Vortox. With his longer saber, he executed a diagonal downslash to the left...

OOC: Megas I am going to Godmod just a bit but it will spice up the R.P. and in the end you will defeat me.


Vortox studied the incoming attacks and devised a plan, with force lightning and now a saber attack coming towards him Vortox waited until the last moment to act. Vortox waited until Girthious was just close enough, with blinding speed Vortox grabbed Girthious arm and redirected him to Fatious's Force Lightning attack. after he did so, his two light sabers returned to his hands and were now ready for more combat.

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OOC: Did you forget about me hurling my lightsaber at you Hobbeebia? I ignitedit, threw it at you, and fired my Force-Lightning at you, in that order, so what happened to it?

OOC: Did you forget about me hurling my lightsaber at you Hobbeebia? I ignitedit, threw it at you, and fired my Force-Lightning at you, in that order, so what happened to it?
OOC: I guess he's throwing me at that too? Oh well...at least he told he was going to outright godmod this time... :( (walks off mumbling to self...)

IC:

Fatious' saber narrowly missed Girthious, and with a flick of his wrist he formed another Proto-shield, effectively aborbing the Force lightning. He then gave the saber an extra Force push to accelerate it at Vortox. How could he have let that happen? He was far superior than that? No more games, Vortox had been lucky, but only that once. Now he would die. Girthious launched another attack at Vortox, this time he leaped into the air and began to spin and whirl his blades in the fashion that had caught Fatious off guard earlier. (my turn to godmod, it's only fair) With Vortox concentrating on the aerial attack, it left him wide open...

"Fatious! Now, attack him with your lightning!"

Lord Vortox could see what was happening. he had left himself open how could he have left himself open like that. Lord Vortox took attention to the lightsaber that was speeding at him. Vortox waited until the persice(SP?) moment and then made a downward slice at the saber, cutting it in half.

and in the same montion through his light saber at fatious.

..... After throwing the saber at fatious Vortox once again gave his attention to Girthious who was about to strike Vortox, and Vortox knew it was the end... The saber came down, but Vortox refused to die today. Just as the attack was about to hit Vortox created a force shield. stopping the attck but only for a wahile because of the force behind the attack it was getting through. Vortox looked at Fatious and asked

" would you let him do it.....( now straining to hold the shield) would you let him kill me,..... your brother....ahhhh....Would you? " asked Vortox just as the shield began to crack open......

Fatious heard Girthious' order and thought to himself, If we keep this up we're going to kill him, and I can't allow that to happen. Not yet...It must end NOW!! He Force-Leapt forward and up on a diagonal path to his right. He brought his feet up so that he landed on the wall, and springboarded off towards Vortox. As soon as he was directly over him, he began firing his Force-Lightning. He continued through the air, corkscrewing his body so that he could land on his feet behind Vortox, still firing his Force-Lightning...

Vortox saw the force lightning but could not react to it. Vortox closed his eyes and took the hit. his body now unable to continue the shield collapsed and was now at the mercy of the two men he was sent to recruit....

hello.....

OOC: Sorry about my pending God-Mod, but it's a necessary evil at this point.

IC: Fatious watched as Vortox took his Force-Lightning full blast. The Sith, apparently overcome with exhaustion, passed out, and took one of Girthious' sabers in the chest. The force of the attack knocked the unconscience Vortox backwards onto his back. Fatious stopped his own attack, and turning his head to his left, spat another mouthful of blood onto the floor. He walked toward the fallen warrior and knelt to check his pulse. Good, he's alive...but barely, he thought to himself.

"Girthious, we must take him as our prisoner, and interegate him. When our eyes met, I was assaulted with visions of his past, and saw the events of his birth. He was a twin, and taken by a Sith that I assume is this Lord Thinius he spoke of. The haunting thing, though, is the fate of his twin. That child, according to the vision, was taken by Master Gravitious... If this vision is accurate, then Vortox here is my brother..."

Fatious had kept his head hung during his dialouge, and now looked up to read his partner's reaction...

Girthious extinguished his sabers.

"How very interesting...but I am not concerned about that right now. Interrigate we shall, for we are at war with Hobbeebia, who also use Sith in their military, and he will surely know something useful to us."

(Assuming that Hobbeebia lets Nax god-mod)

Girthious lifted Vortox with his arm and threw him over his shoulder. He walked back down the hallway honoring his fallen ancestors and exited the temple down the large flight of stone steps.

He looked up to the sky and concentrated very hard.

Roccus! Can you here me?

Yes, Master, what is it? Why have you left the temple? Why are there now three of you? I though you only took one into the temple.

Maybe I should be asking that of you, Roccus. Why did you let a Hobbeebian defile this sacred ground? Did you not know that he had arrived?

No, Master, his vessel must have been small. Forgive me, Master, I have failed you...

However, your failure did allow us to capture a prisoner of war, so I suppose I shall let it go...it is time now...

Yes Master, at once...

Girthious looked to Fatious and pointed upward, towards the sky above the tree tops. As soon as he gestured, a shimmer developed in the sky, and a large form began taking shape. As the clear waves began to take on color and shape, the hull of a Megan Imperial Cruiser became visible.

"The MIC Telasnor..." Girthious said. "She will teleport us up any minute..."

As soon as Girthious said this, their bodies began to shimmer, and within seconds they were on the bridge of the Tokugawa class cruiser. A small man stood before them, dressed in a black version of the Megan Space Corps's usually red and blue uniforms. He wore his black hair long, to his shoulders, and had a small frame. Exactly opposite of Girthious, a large, broad-shouldered man. His eyes were jet black, just as were Girthious's, a side effect of the usage of Protoculture.

"Hello, Roccus."

"Hello, Master."

Fatious looked from Girthious to Roccus with his left eyebrow raised. Apparently, he's been busier than I had originally thought...

"Your eyes Roccus, they are jet black like Girthious'. So I take it you have been through the Protoculture operations as well? And you can refer to me as Lord Fatious, by the way."

"Welcome, Lord Fatious, to our vessel, the Telasnor. She is a fine ship, and very powerful mind you..." Roccus turned to a crew member and gestured to Girthious. "Relieve Master Girthious of the prisoner. Take it to detention cell Alpha-3, and advise us when he wakes up so we can procede with interrogation."

"Aye, sir."

"Master, Lord Fatious, we must head to the medical bay so your wounds can be treated."

"Indeed, Roccus. Come, Fatious, we have much to discuss, now what was this business about him being your brother?"

As Fatious turned to follow Girthious, he thought about the vision he had been given, and tried to sort it out the best he could.

"I don't know if I ever told you about the circumstances of my birth, but regardless, I was taken from my mother at birth by Master Gravtious and raised hence as a Sith Lord. When I made eye-contact with Vortox, it was as if our consciencenesses melded into one. I saw his history in its entirety, including his birth...I saw his mother, and I saw the Sith Lord who took him. As that Sith left the room, another took his place. Master Gravitious to be exact. If this vision was true, then the only explanation I can come up with is that I am his twin..."

bumpity bump goes the little jackrabbit

Girthious nodded as he stepped off the turbolift. They followed Roccus down a corridor and into the med bay. The med-tech looked as they came in.

"Lord Girthious...you seem to be in pretty bad shape."

"Nothing that meditation won't fix." He pointed to Fatious. "This is Lord Fatious, an ally of mine. I believe he has many broken bones and is bleeding internally. I suggest you immerse him in a Protoculture tank immediately."

He turned to Fatious.

"Your wounds will be healed in a matter of hours if you comply. A breathing apparatus will insure that you do not drown. I will return in 3 hours. Deep meditation will accelerate the healing process, I expect you to be well by then."

Girthious turned and left the room. The med-tech approached Fatious with a syringe.

"I must administer these sedative before you are immersed in the Protoculture tank, this will hurt..."

Fatious allowed the medic to sedate him, and spat more blood from his mouth. He was lead to the tank, and told to disrobe. Stepping into the tank and taking the breather from the medic, he inwardly relished this time to rest and recover. Closing his eyes and immersing himself, he closed his mind to all pain, all thoughts, and sank into meditation...

3 hours later

"My Lord, I believe he has fully recovered."

"Excellent, wake him up. It's time we go and see if our guest has awoken."

The med-tech nodded and sent a jolt of electricity through the tank, then began draining the fluid...

OOC: LMAO You asshole! Haven't you kicked my ass enough without sticking me with a bigass needle and electicuting me?

IC: Fatious was jerked from his peaceful meditation by a sharp jolt of electicity. His eyes flew open, and though the tank saw Girthious waiting for him. The pain in his torso was gone, and he felt that he could stand upright once the Protoculture solution drained. Protoculture is almost addicting, and I haven't even been augmented yet!! He took the breather out of his mouth, climbed out of the tank, and dressed.

"That was refreshing, while it lasted. I must ask if you have any spare lightsabers laying around. Mine was destoyed in the battle with Vortox, and I don't have the time or the supplies to build a new one before we question him."

OOC: he he he

IC:

Girthious pulled a sleek metal rod from his robes, definitely not ornate in any way.

"Standard issue, red, button's on at the top. It will do until you can construct a new one." He tossed the saber to Fatious. "Now, let us go to the brig, where our guest is being kept, and hope he is awake when we arrive."

Girthious left the room and walked down a corridor, the med-brig was only a short distance from the infirmary.

Fatious caught the saber and swung it around himself, igniting it in the same motion. It was not to his taste and the blade was longer than he was used to, but it would have to do. Extinguishing the plain saber, followed Girthious out of the infirmary.

"I guess its a good thing my saber was destoyed anyway. I had been looking for a reason to build a fencing saber for some time, but couldn't bring myself to discard a perfectly good one. Do you remember the classical fencing style Girthious? I have been training in its ways for some years, but without the benefit of a curved saber hilt, its not as effective..."

OOC: ah...thanks to a Yoda painted on the hood of his car, the Force was with Jeff Gordon today, the very weekend I leave my Gordon hat in Weber's class...

IC:

"Fencing, what a useless sport, where is the danger? The thrill of walking a tightrope seconds from death? And there's no maneuverability, standing in a straight line, oh well that's enough ranting. You mean to tell me that you were fighting with a real lightsaber? I thought we agreed on training sabers...unless that is what you normally use..."

"I hate to admit it, but I thought that you might have an unfair advantage over me Girthious, and my insticts were right. Do understand that I never would have delivered a deathblow, not without reason...As for the fencing, I am of course refering to classical lightsaber fencing, not the ancient Earth fencing. Saber fencing allows much more maneuverability, and requires a degree of concentration that not many would be willing to devote..."

"Yes, it require complete mastery of the blade. And while I do prioritize my swordsmanship, I have devoted much of my time to balancing it out with the many powers I possess. If one cannot utilize the powers of the Force, one can never become a true Sith."

"Yes, one must always be at balance with the Force. But as you must understand, I have always used my bladesmanship as the folcrum with which I balance everything. I incorporate all of my powers into my fighting style, and so grow stronger. Of course, in your case, this isn't always so, what with your more advanced powers..."

"You learn quickly, I would expect no less...soon that same power will become yours, you must learn to harness it. Protoculture does something different for everyone, it is to be shaped and molded by the Force at the will of the user..."

"Hmm, Protoculture is so much more...ambiguous...than the Force. I can't wait to see what it does to me...though the irisless black eyes seem to be the one and only constant..."

Vortox awoke his eyes hurt from the (assuming) bright lights of the holding cell.The cold of the cell's floor was chilling to the bone. The pain all over his body was ever present, the attack was still present in his body. his cloths were charred, where the lighnting hit, and a saber slash across his chest where appearntly from Girthious, it was a small cut, almost healed though. Vortox 's mind was spinning, confusion set in vortox almost began to panic, But out of know where Master Lord Thinius spoke to him, and his confusion left him and his panicness left him. Vortox began to meditate, he felt everyone in the ship. Vortox assumed that they had already taken his lightsabers, and he was right. Then Vortox sensed Fatious & Girthious coming to the holding cell. Vortox was not ignorant opf what was about to happen to him, an interrogation..... Vortox told them he came not as a hobbeebian but as a Sith brother..... they must not have believed him. Toture, pain and tears , that was all Vortox had to look forward to.......

Girthious nodded at Fatious' last statement. Then he stopped in front of a door, which promptly slid open. He stepped into the brightly lit chamber.

"Ah, Vortox, you deny me the pleasure of awaking you...oh well. Fatious, here, has some...questions for you. Go ahead, Fatious."

Fatious' face darkened as he entered the holding cell. He was dimly aware that his borrowed lightsaber was trembling in his hand. Rage and uncertainty swirled through his mind like a tempest, and in a voice that trembled slightly, asked,

"What did you see when our consciencenesses melded, Vortox?"

Vortox now becoming more aware of the rage building inside of Fatious, decided to prolong his rage and answer..

" you tell me what you saw and i'll tell you what i saw...."

Fatious raised his hand and curled his thumb and index finger, in the classic motion for the Force-Choke.

"I am not playing with you Vortox. You will tell me what you saw, or you will die a most horrible death..."

Girthious took pleasure in his companions anger, being not very interested in the reason behind it. Let it all out, Fatious, let the rage give you strength..., he thought.

"kill me you may, but you may never find out what I saw" said Vortox with a raspy voice due to the force choking him, still not willing to answer. Vortox began to gather more force power and try to retaliate...

Fatious' eyes now turned from deep blue to Sith Yellow, and his transition to the True Dark Side was complete. He raised the hand choking Vortox, lifting the Sith into the air...

Girthious was amazed by this transformation in Fatious. His very demeanor had become...evil. He had become a veritable conduit, or puppet, Girthious knew not which fit better, for the Dark Side. This was excellent.

"Come now, Fatious, you don't want to kill him, do you? Where's the fun in that?"

Girthious placed his palm on the top of Fatious' hand and began to push it downward.

"Maybe seeing this wonderful metamorphosis you've undergone will stimulate a more...cooperative mood from our guest..."

Fatious let Girthious lower his hand for a few seconds, little by little, until Vortox's feet were inches from the cell floor. He knew he was only just getting warmed up, and so decided to up the ante. Splaying his fingers, he tapped the Force and hurled his prisoner into the cell wall. Igniting the lightsaber Girthious had lent him, he said in a deadly voice,

"Perhaps now you understand that I am serious with my threats Vortox. I will not allow you to interrupt my way of life because your Master wishes it. If you will not answer my questions, then I will show you what I am capable of with a lightsaber..."

Vortox began to laugh, ever so sightly.....while laying a the cell floor. He laughed few seconds and then he stopped. Vortox in a burst of rage screamed at the top of his lungs, due to the pain of what he was doing.
Secret ic: Vortx though to himself. This is it master. he has done it. and now to test he true strength.....

IC: Vortox started to gather all of his energy and force power and began to channel it all through his body and then centering it all to his hands and feet.
the holding cell began to shake violantly.The lightsaber blade Fatious was holding began to bend like a wet noodle. Vortox Looked back up to Fatious and said.

"Brother, You know what you saw..... We are Brothers, We are destined to be togehter and to fight together, And now that you have reached the full power of Darkness we can now begin to out true fight. Vortox raised his hands and screamed agian. His body now larger and almost burning with his dark force eminating out like a flame. A flame which looked like as Skulls, a flame that would ever so often arc out like a solar flare. And out of no where Vortox's lightsabers materialized in his hands. Vortox now hovering in the air and his eyes shining a bright red and yellow Screamed saying

" Fatious, Show me what you got."

Fatious watched as Vortox called on his powers, and felt the rage that had always been his ally now completely consume him. He began growling almost sub-audibly, and tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling. He threw aside his saber, raising his arms and left knee up. His telekinesis allowed him to levitate, coming a foot off the ground. Black flames erupted where his feet had been just seconds earlier, creating a powerful tempest of fire. Force-Lightning flared out from random spots on his body, and the growling had evolved into a feral cry of hatred. He focused his Force-Lightning into energy blades that extended down the lengths of his arms and out past his hands a meter. Snapping his head down, he revealed that his eyes had begun to flame with the same black fire that burned beneath him. With a final cry of rage, he flew across the cell towards Vortox, his arms poised to make the killing strike to Vortox's neck...

tag for later

Girthious called upon all his power and strength to stop both Fatious and Vortox in mid air. He threw his hands up and strained against their power, hoping it was enough to stop them.

"Stop!" he yelled. "I will not have you ruin my ship! You will not fight here!"

The same blue flames began to wrap themselves around Girthious, creating a sapphire aura that shone brilliantly over the two being exuded from Fatious and Vortox.

Fatious' newfound hatred had made him powerful, but Girthious' Protoculture was still stronger. Fatious slammed into what felt like an invisible wall, but he did not cease his attack; Vortox would suffer. Straining against the telekinetic wall Girthious had summoned, Fatious focused his energies so that he could force one good attack through. He raised his Force-Blades above his head and brought his hands together. He began to visibly shake as he merged the two blades of lightning into one very large energy ball, and brought his hands down in a chopping motion. A horrifically powerful energy beam rushed from his hands and flashed and exploded against Girthious' shield, and with all of the will Fatious could muster, forced it's way through towards Vortox...

Girthious was amazed by Fatious' newfound power. But only amazed. He summoned all his Protoculture powers to absorb Fatious attack and began to feed his own power off of Fatious' and Vortox's energy...

Even in his frenzied state, Fatious recognized the uselessness of continuing his attack. He ceased, and floated back to the floor. The remnants of his Force-Tempest dissipated, and his eyes returned to the sickly yellow that was the tell tale sign of the Dark Side. He reached out with the Force and pulled the saber that he had thrown aside back to him. He attepted to ignite it, but the power cell exploded, destroying it. Cursing aloud, he tossed the remains aside and fixed Girthious with a look of disgruntled fury. Placing his hands on his hips he turned away from his Brothers, both Sith and biological, and walked to the oppisite wall. He turned and began levitating, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees, hovering in place. He closed his eyes, and began to meditate, listening intently to the silence that had settled in the holding cell...

Vortox still enraged, Just laughed at what happened, And looked at Girthious, and said with a voice which seemed unlike his voice, with a personality different then that of what Vortox normally was.

" Girthiousssssss. You protoculture is strong yessssss, But no match for meeeee. But if you wish to be proved haaaaaa. You can fight meeee. Return to the Temple, I willlllll be waiting for yoooouuu. There is more to the temple then you knoooowww."

after Vortox said that his power stopped and he fell to the floor, now fainted, and very weak. Vortox breathing was very slow, and with his little breath he ate a pill. his body began to glow a bright red a light so bright it would blind someone. Then it was gone and so was Vortox....

Fatious felt the presense of another, a stronger being than himself or Vortox. In his meditative state, he reached out with the Force and broadcasted his thoughts so that he was sure his target would hear him.

Thinius. You have interfered once again. I feel that I know you, but we have never met, except during my birth. You sent Vortox to me, and now you have taken him away. Why? Is it a test? Or simply to annoy me? No matter. I am just discovering the extent of my powers, and soon I will become even stronger. I will track you down one day Thinius but until then, be wary...

Thinius welcomed his message, for his plan was now at full swing. And now he would bring them to the place where it all started. The old temple of The Ancient Sith Order. And it is here where they shall become true sith.....

"Yes, the temple would be a fine place to settle this. Please, allow Fatious to complete a little...project first. We will arrive in the main chamber in 4 days..."

Girthious ended his telepathic message to this, Thinius.

"Come Fatious, I was going to wait till later for this, but time is of the essence."

With that, Girthious left for the ship's biological lab.

Fatious did not acknowledge that he had heard Girthious, but obediantly followed him out of the cell, still floating in midair with his legs crossed and eyes closed. He was careful to keep his mind calm and collected, knowing that he could not afford another outburst like the one he had had with Vortox. His powers had increased dramatically over an incredibily short period of time. He had never been able to levitate before, and his ability to focus his Force-Lightning into energy blades had surprised him even as he had done it. For some strange reason, Vortox's mere presense had awakened powers within himself that he had never dreampt he had, and he wasn't sure if he had discovered them all, let alone learned to control the ones he already had. And he had the horrible suspicion that Girthious was about to put him through the Protoculture augmentations early, but something seemed amiss. After some reflection, he pinpointed the source of his concern and voiced it aloud to Girthious.

"What is the normal procedure for the Protoculture augmentation? Surely it isn't done within a 4 day time span?

As they neared the turbolift, Girthious spoke to Fatious, who was still levitating beside him.

"No...normally the procedure takes 3 months...but we do not have that kind of time. However, if my calculations are correct, you may be surprised what we can accomplish in these short days."

He stopped in front of the lift and it opened, he stepped inside and watched as Fatious floated through the door.

"You must teach me to do that."

He then ordered the lift to the correct floor. After several minutes it reached it, and they stepped (and floated) out. As they made their way to the bio-lab they passed several crewman; officers and enlisted, who showed their respect to their Lord with the proper salutes and bowing of the head. All of the crew on Girthious vessel were handpicked by himself and Roccus, his apprentice. Roccus would join them later in the holodeck, where the real training would begin. There they would remain for 4 days, just enough time for what Girthious had in mind.

"Here we are..."

Girthious walked into the bio-lab, a lush, green room with artificial sunlight. Plants were everwhere, but most prominent was the same plant which had vastly populated the surface of Karbarra. The violet-petaled Flower of Life was easily visible, the most outstanding quality of which was that every plant always grew 3 flowers, no more, and no less. The perfect triumvirate. That was Girthious plan. Roccus was to handle Vortox, while he and Fatious would battle this Thinius, who obviously thought that this was his show. Girthious had taken pride in the fact that he had stolen the thunder right from Fatious with his new abilities, and he wasn't about to let it be stolen in turn from him, especially not from some uninvited Hobbeebian. Better not to get ahead of one's self, though.

"Teren!" Girthious called out into the extensive forest of flora.

Immediately a figure came out from the brush, a small, gangly man, whose deep black eyes were barely visible from behind his thick glasses and whose long, brown shaggy hair perfectly matched his unshaven beard.

"Yes, My Lord. I see you have brought a guest."

"Yes, Fatious this is my Protoculture expert and Flower cultivator, Dr. Teren Tasek. Teren, we require your assistance. We must have one procedure's worth of dried and moist petals, do you have them?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Good, have them taken to my personal holodeck at once."

"But My Lord, what could possibly require that amount at one time...unless...My Lord, I detected an unusual amount of telepathic activity earlier, and it was accompanied by your Protoculture signature. My Lord, who threatens you?"

"I expect the petals in no more than an hour, is that understood?"

"Yes, My Lord..."

Teren reluctantly agreed to his lord's order, and went about completing his new task.

"Fatious, we must return to my quarter's, I have something in my armoury that might strike your interest..."

Fatious was suprised by the phrase "Protoculture signiture" but decided not to comment, at least for the moment. Girthious was about to surprise him again, he was sure of it. He rotated and once again floated out of the green room at his Sith Brother's side.

"Your bag of tricks keeps getting deeper," Fatious replied, quoting himself. "You wouldn't happen to have a more durable weapon for me would you? Quite frankly, the last one was sent on it's due way. Quite ugly, and not to my desired design. By the way, this isn't that hard. It simply requires a bit of concentration, and some redirection of your telekinesis," Fatious added, refering to his levitation.

"It would seem you have a deep bag of tricks yourself. I suppose I shall try that later."

They rode the turbolift back to the crewman's quarters. When they entered Girthious' chamber they were greeted by extreme darkness. Girthious easily navigated the void to a door which slid open. Inside were walls lined with lightsaber components, blasters and their components, and other assorted weapons.

"Welcome to my personal armory...feel free to use whatever you need..."

Fatious was so startled that he had to regain his feet to avoid falling to his back. Not even the Sith Temple he and Girthious had trained at as young children had come close to having an armory this large. He walked to the thresh-hold of his friend's armory, and looked in admiration at the assembled lightsaber components. Without turning his head, he asked of Girthious,

"How did you come across all this? Did you build it all yourself? Or did you steal it from various locations?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He began pulling various components from metallic shelves, inspecting them, putting them back. He selected the internal components instinctivly, allowing the Force to guide him. Four red synthetic focusing crystals, the superconducters, the energy lens', and the flux apertures. The two things that he did not choose were the actual hilt, and the power cells. He knew what he wanted to build, a double-bladed Sith Lightsaber, but the power cells...He had an inkling of an idea. He finally looked back at Girthious, and asked,

"Is it possible to create protoculture matrices to replace standard power cells?"

Girthious pondered this for a moment.

"Protoculture matrices are 3 meters in diameter, they are used to power Megan warships. Hardly feisable for a lightsaber. However..." Girthious opened a small compartment and retrieved a small, cylindrical object about 3 inches long and an inch in diameter. It gave a faint flourescent glow, indicative of the fluctuating power inside. "This is a modified Protoculture canister from a Veritech. The real thing is about 4 times this size." He handed the battery sized canister to Fatious. "Be warned, I have no idea what will happen when you ignite a lightsaber containing this."

Fatious looked at the the protoculture canister in silent wonder. If this works, Thinius will cower before me...He turned back to the lightsaber components and looked for any double bladed versions. Luckily, Girthious had the components for one, though they were slightly ordinary looking. That won't matter though, it's power will more than compensate...He thought quickly, calculating the most effective lengths of the blades, and deciding to make the standard blades a meter long and the secondary blade lengths half a meter long, he began assembling his new lightsaber...

30 minutes later...

Fatious held his lightsaber up and inspected it. The normal power studs were located near the ends of the 2 foot long hilt, and the alternates near the middle. It was colored a dull metallic gray, and the studs were bright red. He shifted his grip so that he could ignite both ends simaltaneously, and with a meaningful look at Girthious, did so. The blades erupted from the hilt, blazing red, but with a strange silver aura. He moved the saber around and was suprised to find that the sound had become more fluid instead of the fast ragged sound he'd come to associate with Sith sabers. Shifting his grip so that he held the saber with his right hand planted dead center, he began whirling it around himself. He stopped abruptly, and extinguished both blades. A wicked smile made its way across his face, and his eyes gave a brief yellow glow that was gone the next second.

"Hopefully this lightsaber will prove to be as powerful as I hope. I still have one last thing I wish to try, though. Your Flower of Life expert mentioned your 'Protoculture signiture.' I wonder if I will be able to infuse this lightsaber with my own signiture, thereby giving me alone the power to activate it, without even having to use power studs. It would be quite an advantage..."

Girthious cast a thoughtful glance.

"It might be possible...as I said before the canister has never been implemented in a lightsaber, I was planning to test that later, during your infusion. But I suppose our time frame has been accelerated a little. Do not think I have been idle during your exploits."

Girthious lifted a pair of lightsaber hilts. He ignited them simultaneously, each producing a silver-red blade, the right-hand saber a full length blade and the left-hand saber a foot and a half long defensive saber. He smiled malevolently as he whirled the sabers around him, then extinguished them.

"We will spar later, the infusion must begin. Come, we must go to the holodeck."

Girthious left the room, heading for his personal holodeck.

"Excellent. I thought that you were up to something. I wonder if these new protosabers will have any advantages over normal lightsabers? I guess we'll find out soon enough."

Fatious clipped his saber to his belt as he walked at Girthious' side. It was then that his saw the condition of his tunic. It was the same one he'd been wearing during their duel, and it was burnt and cut apart in several places. He hadn't had a chance to change it, yet, and even if he had, he didn't have any spares. He hated being in debt to anyone, but he would have to swallow his pride for just a bit longer.

"Girthious, I will need new clothes as well. These are in horrible condition. Well, the gloves, boots, pants, and belt are fine, but my tunic is ruined..."

I will make a new thread for the fight i the temple.....

its up now!

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=418031

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=418031
OOC: ...no...

why?

OOC: no, the fight will take place on Nax's thread. Here's why...

(Note: For all those who have no idea what this is talking about, many of these facts have been discussed in RL by myself, Nax, and Hobbeebia.)

1) It's his RP.

2) The fight will take place in my temple, on my planet, not your's or your skinny little Sith dude's.

That being said, there is no Flower of Death. Especially not on my planet. Your just saying that because I have a Flower of Life. Your character cannot be invincible, no matter how old he is, how powerful he is, or whatnot. That's a basic rule of the game. Now if you want to continue with this RP, you will abide by the rules that Nax and I have discussed with you in RL. Failure to do so will initiate an I.G.N.O.R.E. cannon. Is that clear?

HOw are you to say there is no flower of death.... And why are you being an ass about this?....

and he is not unkillable.....

HOw are you to say there is no flower of death.... And why are you being an ass about this?....
OOC: Check my last post...i'll bold it for you since you can't read...

and if we did talk about hese rule how come i dont remeber any rules????? now true this is nax's R.P. All that is, is an extention of this R.P.

OOC: Check my last post...i'll bold it for you since you can't read...

thats not a viable reason, a bunch of bold my and hisand A rules sentence, that does not make something not existent.

and if we did talk about hese rule how come i dont remeber any rules????? now true this is nax's R.P. All that is, is an extention of this R.P.
No more, we will discuss this when I return to school tomorrow. I was actually there for 3 hours, for AP Bio testing...

why cant take care of this here and now!

"Excellent. I thought that you were up to something. I wonder if these new protosabers will have any advantages over normal lightsabers? I guess we'll find out soon enough."

Fatious clipped his saber to his belt as he walked at Girthious' side. It was then that his saw the condition of his tunic. It was the same one he'd been wearing during their duel, and it was burnt and cut apart in several places. He hadn't had a chance to change it, yet, and even if he had, he didn't have any spares. He hated being in debt to anyone, but he would have to swallow his pride for just a bit longer.

"Girthious, I will need new clothes as well. These are in horrible condition. Well, the gloves, boots, pants, and belt are fine, but my tunic is ruined..."
"Oh, yes..." Girtihous examined Fatious' attire. He stopped and spoke to a passing crew member, his uniform was that of an enlisted.

"Lord, what is it you require?"

"Bring a fresh tunic for Lord Fatious to my holodeck at once."

"Yes, my lord." The enlisted man saluted both Girthious and Fatious and went about securing new clothes for Fatious, his pace a step or two quicker than was before.

"Let us continue to the holodeck."

OOC: Ah, I see that you two are squabbling again. ::exhales heavily:: Time for me to intervene. Hobbeebia, I am saying this like someone who doesn't know what the hell is going on. Everytime Fatious and Girthious do something, your characters suddenly and illogically become twice as strong as they were one post earlier. Now, for MY opinion. I had originally plotted this out as a way for Fatious to become more powerful along side Girthious and that the pair would wreak havok as their own Sith Order in the Megan Empire. ONLY us. But in my good graces, I allowed you to bring your characters into it. That, I could handle. But having an apprentice jump out of a fucking starship at 20,000 ft and use the Force to stop himself inches from the ground in perfect levitation was a bit much. I had wanted to keep things as true to the Star Wars universe as much as possible, and that ain't part of it. Now, using Megas' Protoculture is another story, and you know why. Now, if you want to rip Megas off with your Flower of Death, go right ahead, I have no problem. But do it on your own thread. This whole story was my idea from the start, and I want to keep it that way. Remember that when you start illogically superpowering your characters.

IC: "It had better be black, underling!" Fatious called. He turned back to Girthious and expressed his thanks. Thinking aloud, he said, "If my plan works, I'll have to take these control studs off my lightsaber. How much further to your holodeck? I'm getting anxious..."

OOC: Thx, Nax...

IC:

"Yes, well, here it is." Girthious stopped in front of yet another door, which slid open. Inside the room was perfectly black, the light shining from the door only penetrated a few feet. Girthious stepped inside and motioned Fatious to follow.

Fatious willingly obliged, and walked into the dense blackness of Girthious' holodeck. He wasn't concerned about the loss of sight; he could use a double-bladed lightsaber blindfolded against mulitple opponents without suffering so much as a scratch, but what he was worried about was the nature of the hologram Girthious wold activate, and whether or not the safeties would be disabled. Don't kid yourself, you know Girthious well enough to know that the word safety isn't part of his vocabulary when it comes to training excercises..."Tell me old friend, what kind of hologram are you going to use, especially since we've both trained under harder conditions as 5-year-olds?"

OOC:....... Ok
I understand you are always going to take megas' side, So your response was all to obvious. But I did do it on my own thread, I made a thread to make the Sith Order and take out the jedi council, by reviving the old Sith temple. But some very good R.Pers are part of that council and I wanted to push your men as far as they could go. Now about me superpowering my characters..... Master Lord Thinius (being what he is...) Is powerful, and the action of him fusing with the Flower of Death ( polar opposite to that of the Flower of Life....) is to only show that yourCharacters are gaining power as well. Now about the levitation of Lord Vortox.... remember his profile he has trained froce powers to the extreme and has left his strengh almost untouched. why do you think I didn't have him fight you saber to saber, he is to weak physically to combat you...and remember he did lose..... Remember Master Lord Thinius is an ancient sith and that was before Hobbeebia and megas... Lord Thinius dosen't even claim Hobbeebia as his nation, I just R.P. the character. Now If i some how made you mad by trying to help you.... Sorry.

OOC:....... Ok
I understand you are always going to take megas' side, So your response was all to obvious. But I did do it on my own thread, I made a thread to make the Sith Order and take out the jedi council, by reviving the old Sith temple. But some very good R.Pers are part of that council and I wanted to push your men as far as they could go. Now about me superpowering my characters..... Master Lord Thinius (being what he is...) Is powerful, and the action of him fusing with the Flower of Death ( polar opposite to that of the Flower of Life....) is to only show that yourCharacters are gaining power as well. Now about the levitation of Lord Vortox.... remember his profile he has trained froce powers to the extreme and has left his strengh almost untouched. why do you think I didn't have him fight you saber to saber, he is to weak physically to combat you...and remember he did lose..... Remember Master Lord Thinius is an ancient sith and that was before Hobbeebia and megas... Lord Thinius dosen't even claim Hobbeebia as his nation, I just R.P. the character. Now If i some how made you mad by trying to help you.... Sorry.
OOC: This OOC is for all the players who are reading this and sympathizing with Hobbeebia. In RL life Nax and I decided to create this RP and it had rules that we decided upon by ourselves. Halfway through Hobbeebia decided he wanted to join and we let him, by our good graces. Along with joining came a set of rules he had to follow, guidelines we personally gave to him about where we wanted the RP to go. He agreed with us. Then he didn't uphold his end of the bargain, and that's why I'm being such an asshole about this. He knows what he can and can't do, and he chose to ignore those rules anyway.

As for the Flower of Death, he says its supposed to be the opposite of the Flower of Life. The only problem is, he knows nothing about the Flower of Life. A species existing in the Megan empire called the Invid merely named it that because they live in a symbiotic relationship with it, so symbiotic that if seperated from the Flower, the Invid would die. Since there is no plant that can kill an Invid just by being near it, there is no opposite to the Flower of Life, therefore the Flower of Death is just an attempt of ripping off another player just to make a character seem more powerful.

You cannot leap from a starship and stop and hover inches off the ground with the Force, it is not that powerful...

OOC: Do you have a THREAD stating what exactly Protoculture is or what the Flower of life is....? If you dont weather it is " ripping you off" or not is inmaterial. He is only countering what you did. Nothing is wrong with this. In fact by my reading this useless OOC shouting match is that Hobbeebia is trying to defend his actions with helping your characters out ( I would not even give you that pleasure), that is an honorable thing to do, and even apologized for what he did, trying to stop the shout fest..... And you turn around and continue to assualt of inmaterial excuses. I can see why Hobbeebia called you an ass. I agree, If you cant adapt to a situation in an R.P. ,your R.P skills are in question. I have read the rules very carefully and have read threads of how to take the rule in their context. Hobbeebia is not wrong even if you had rules to your R.P. As far as I can read..... and that all... he might have been using the rules, just doing it by his means.... He sees that you guys want to make your own Sith order. And he saw that your people were getting stronger, thats about as far as this R.P. has gone, and my questions is now How do we know what his final intentions were. He may do exactly what you wanted him to do... we dont know. Now assuming on what Hobbeebia said about you always takeing Megas' side NAX....I am assuming you are either really good friends and are over pressuring on your other friends, or you are butt-buddies and in that case everything is explianed. Megas and Nax, just let everything go and lets see where it goes....This is a very interesting R.P.--- And before I forget- This is very accurate to the S.W. universe. And Yes, Levitation would be possible if the person trained at it.


Thank you
Captain Clint Eastwood

OOC: Ah, I see that you two are squabbling again. ::exhales heavily:: Time for me to intervene. Hobbeebia, I am saying this like someone who doesn't know what the hell is going on. Everytime Fatious and Girthious do something, your characters suddenly and illogically become twice as strong as they were one post earlier. Now, for MY opinion. I had originally plotted this out as a way for Fatious to become more powerful along side Girthious and that the pair would wreak havok as their own Sith Order in the Megan Empire. ONLY us. But in my good graces, I allowed you to bring your characters into it. That, I could handle. But having an apprentice jump out of a fucking starship at 20,000 ft and use the Force to stop himself inches from the ground in perfect levitation was a bit much. I had wanted to keep things as true to the Star Wars universe as much as possible, and that ain't part of it. Now, using Megas' Protoculture is another story, and you know why. Now, if you want to rip Megas off with your Flower of Death, go right ahead, I have no problem. But do it on your own thread. This whole story was my idea from the start, and I want to keep it that way. Remember that when you start illogically superpowering your characters.

Now this is interestng- i do believe you are the only semi-smart person between the two of you, you admitted you have no idea whats going on, and that ( I believe ) is correct. Hobbeebia ,I believe is a little to enpowering, but He is fighting the like of one who has unknown powers- and- has unknown powers- the whole twains thing, and the like of one that cant cut it with normal force powers and has to have a special augmentation of this "Protocutlure" everyone is so hyped up about. He is out powered, and very badly so. He has a good reason as to why his character is so force strong,..... Thats al he trained in, that might be a reason. Now you said you let him in by your good graces, I am starting to believe that it was more like " lets lure Hobbeebia in and cream him"- Graces. I have no idea what your relationship is in RL, but looking at it, I would have to say hobbeebia needs new friends.

Now this is interestng- i do believe you are the only semi-smart person between the two of you, you admitted you have no idea whats going on, and that ( I believe ) is correct. Hobbeebia ,I believe is a little to enpowering, but He is fighting the like of one who has unknown powers- and- has unknown powers- the whole twains thing, and the like of one that cant cut it with normal force powers and has to have a special augmentation of this "Protocutlure" everyone is so hyped up about. He is out powered, and very badly so. He has a good reason as to why his character is so force strong,..... Thats al he trained in, that might be a reason. Now you said you let him in by your good graces, I am starting to believe that it was more like " lets lure Hobbeebia in and cream him"- Graces. I have no idea what your relationship is in RL, but looking at it, I would have to say hobbeebia needs new friends.
OOC: Hold on now, Hobbeebia has two characters, and the apprentice is the one that jumped out of the ship. He is the one that's most likely going to die, along with my character's apprentice, because they are vastly outpowered. The master, who is like 300,000 years old is already powerful enough to kick mine and Nax's characters' asses, and the whole point of the augmentation is so they even have a chance against Hobbeebia's character. Having Hobbeebia's character gain even more strength would completely ruin the RP. Why doesn't anyone understand this?

And as for the whole good graces thing, the original RP was only supposed to Nax and me, he didn't post it as closed because I forgot to tell him about that, and that's my fault. But when we started it we never even thought about Hobbeebia being a part. If that sounds cruel, well, too bad because that's the way it is.

OOC: Do you have a THREAD stating what exactly Protoculture is or what the Flower of life is....? If you dont weather it is " ripping you off" or not is inmaterial. He is only countering what you did. Nothing is wrong with this. In fact by my reading this useless OOC shouting match is that Hobbeebia is trying to defend his actions with helping your characters out ( I would not even give you that pleasure), that is an honorable thing to do, and even apologized for what he did, trying to stop the shout fest..... And you turn around and continue to assualt of inmaterial excuses. I can see why Hobbeebia called you an ass. I agree, If you cant adapt to a situation in an R.P. ,your R.P skills are in question. I have read the rules very carefully and have read threads of how to take the rule in their context. Hobbeebia is not wrong even if you had rules to your R.P. As far as I can read..... and that all... he might have been using the rules, just doing it by his means.... He sees that you guys want to make your own Sith order. And he saw that your people were getting stronger, thats about as far as this R.P. has gone, and my questions is now How do we know what his final intentions were. He may do exactly what you wanted him to do... we dont know. Now assuming on what Hobbeebia said about you always takeing Megas' side NAX....I am assuming you are either really good friends and are over pressuring on your other friends, or you are butt-buddies and in that case everything is explianed. Megas and Nax, just let everything go and lets see where it goes....This is a very interesting R.P.--- And before I forget- This is very accurate to the S.W. universe. And Yes, Levitation would be possible if the person trained at it.


Thank you
Captain Clint Eastwood

I'm not saying that levitation isn't possible, but Hobbeebia had Vortox use his Force power to jump out of a spaceship 20,000 feet or miles, I forget which it is now, up in the air and stop abruptly inches from the ground. Occording to the SW universe, THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE. And the whole butt-buddies comment, I must put everything in the clear right here and now. Myself, Megas, and Hobbeebia are all really good friends in RL. Megas has had the idea of Protoculture in his head for years, but has never had a reason to put it down on a thread in detail until now.

Now this is interestng- i do believe you are the only semi-smart person between the two of you, you admitted you have no idea whats going on, and that ( I believe ) is correct. Hobbeebia ,I believe is a little to enpowering, but He is fighting the like of one who has unknown powers- and- has unknown powers- the whole twains thing, and the like of one that cant cut it with normal force powers and has to have a special augmentation of this "Protocutlure" everyone is so hyped up about. He is out powered, and very badly so. He has a good reason as to why his character is so force strong,..... Thats al he trained in, that might be a reason. Now you said you let him in by your good graces, I am starting to believe that it was more like " lets lure Hobbeebia in and cream him"- Graces. I have no idea what your relationship is in RL, but looking at it, I would have to say hobbeebia needs new friends.

This whole thread, as I have previously stated, was about my character Fatious, reuniting with his old friend, Girthious, who is Megas' character. Fatious and Girthious were supposed to have a friendly duel, and Girthious was supposed to be forced to use his newly discoveded Protoculture living energy to effectivly kick Fatious' ass. All of the above happened. I know that this sounds cruel, but Hobbeebia was never supposed to be part of it. Fatious was supposed to be given the Protoculture way the hell before now, but with Hobbeebia bringing his two characters, Master Thinius and the apprentice Vortox into the picture, I had to alter my story. At that point, Hobbeebia disclosed to me and Megas in RL that Thinius was 300,000 years old and uberly powerful, and suggested that I make Fatious and Vortox long lost brothers. I agreed, and decided that Vortox's presense would throw Fatious into overdrive with his Force abilities. That happened. In fact, everything up to the point of Hobbeebia moving the pending fight between all of our characters to a new thread without my permission and trying to take Megas' idea and supercharging his own characters to gain an advantage, happened the way is was agreed upon by all of us. This whole arguement started because Hobbeebia started doing things in the RP that he hadn't talked to me and Megas about doing. I can't totally speak for Megas, but I speak for myself when I say that I am a little possesive of this RP, considering it's my very first and it turned out to be pretty damn good in my opinion, and I am a bit of a control freak, so Hobbeebia trying to move MY story out of MY thread upset me somewhat. Then, he reveals his 'Flower of Death' which pisses Megas off because Hobbeebia knows about Megas' 'Flower of Life' and he pissed me off because of the way he was making his characters stronger everytime my character got stronger and making me have to come up with something else that I hadn't planned on doing in the first damn place! THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS RP WAS TO HAVE FATIOUS RECIEVE THE PROTOCULTURE AFTER HE GETS HIS ASS KICKED IN A SPECTACULAR DUEL!!!

OOC: Do you have a THREAD stating what exactly Protoculture is or what the Flower of life is....?
No, but that was one of the things we were trying to accomplish in this thread...then Hobbeebia decided to do stuff he hadn't even talked to us about. In the RP now that Girthious and Fatious are in the holodeck and the infusion is about to begin, Girthious is going to tell us all about the Flower of Life and Protoculture. If Hobbeebia had let us get that far (which was what we had originally agreed on), there would be none of this happening. Besides, I've already explained everything to him in RL he's just playing the ignorant to win sympathy. He already knows everything I'm going to post on this thread about Protoculture.

The simple fact is, he can have his Flower of Death, but there's no possible way it could have anything to do with my Flower of Life.

Girthious was about to answer when the crewman returned with a robe for Fatious.

"My Lord! From Lord Girthious' personal ward."

He presented the Sith attire to Fatious, a black robe matching Girthious' own.

"Good, you may leave."

"Yes, my Lord."

The crewman turned and walked out through the door and it closed, effectively sealing off all light. Promptly, a red beam erupted in front of them, Roccus' way of anouncing his presence.

"Ah, I thought you would be here, but you can put that away, we are not ready to fight yet."

"Yes, master."

"Computer, activate program GTT-01."

An acknowledging beep resounded throughout the chamber and suddenly light began to swirl around them. The light began to materialize into shapes, then textures. Forming around them was an exact replica of the temple on the surface of Karbarra below them, complete with the humid air and damp mosses and molds. They were standing in the main dueling chamber. Near the center of the room were several square cases. Girthious walked to one of them and opened it, retrieving three small, violet petals. At least, they were violet at one time, now they were dried and crisp, resembling fallen autumn leaves.

"Here, Fatious, ingest these. Such is the first step of the infusion."

The sound of a lightsaber that wasn't his own igniting in a dark room set off an instictive chain reaction in Fatious. He instantly cartwheeled away from Girthious, hands never touching the floor, lightsaber leaping off his belt. He finished his acrobatic cartwheel and in one fell swoop, caught the lightsaber and ignited both ends, holding it in his right hand with his left drawn in level with his sternum, body turned to the left, saber held horizontally and level with his left hand. He realized who it was when Girthious started speaking, and extinguished the saber, replacing it on his belt. He relaxed himself, and stared in amusement as the holodeck transformed into the Karbarra Temple. He walked slowly forward, and took the dried petals from Girthious. With just a second of hesitation, he put one of the petals in his mouth and began chewing it up. It wasn't the best thing he'd ever eaten, with a slightly bitter taste that no doubt had faded due to its drying, and he had to swallow hard twice to get it down. He duly repeated the process twice, and looked up at Girthious expectantly...

"Now, we fight." Girthious ignited his sabers and lauched an all out attack on Fatious, Roccus joined as well.

"We shall continue this for the next hour, then you will ingest more leaves. When we tire, we shall rest, but until then we must continue to train!" Girthious said as he swung his sabers at Fatious.

OOC: i gotta go play SW Battlefront with my sister we'll continue this tomorrow.

His saber leapt to his hands, both ends ignited. There was only one way to avoid being cut in half: he had to assault them both. Roccus was coming from his right, and was much closer. Using the right blade of his saber, he parried Roccus' attack and launched a reposte with the left, aiming at his opponent's legs, spinning to the right while moving forward and left. He didn't wait to see if he had succeded; he brought the saber around as he completed his revolution, and launched into the same cartwheel he had used earlier, this time moving back to his right to avoid Girthious' attack. He was moving on pure instinct, not knowing where his opponents were. He knew that he couldn't stop moving, lest he lose any kind of advantage he had. Whirling around to his right, he brought the right hand blade in an upward arc, hoping to connect with Roccus...

For the next 24 hours, Girthious, Fatious, and Roccus continued the rotation of consumption, fighting, and healing. It was only a matter of time before Fatious would begin exhibiting the first effects of the infusion, hallucenations of the worst kind...

OOC: Nice RP... it's good to see a fellow Megas fan is a good RP'er. ;)

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OOC: Nice RP... it's good to see a fellow Megas fan is a good RP'er. ;)

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Thx, but give Nax some credit to, it was mainly his idea. :D

Halfway through training on the second day, Fatious began to exhibit the first signs of Protoculture infusion. He was in a healing trance when suddenly the voice of his dead master, Gravitious, called out to him from the ether. He snapped his eyes open, lightsaber held at the ready. He knew Gravitious was dead, he'd killed him himself. Well, if he won't stay dead, I'll put him back down...He ignited both blades, and leapt from his kneeling position on the floor, saber raised to deliver the killing blow...

It has begun, Girthious thought. He stood and ignited his sabers, preparing himself for Fatious' attack. There was no telling what he was seeing, who he was mistaking Girthious for, Girthious only knew that he was. It was different for everyone, some saw visions of the past, others, visions of the future, more still saw a reality vastly altered from the current.

"Roccus, stand ready, he could be seeing anything, do anything..."

"Yes, master."

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Fatious' saber connected with Gravitious' face, and reality warped around him, and suddenly he was standing at the center of the dueling chamber at the ancient temple, with Thinius and Vortox awaiting him. Anger welled up within him, and he launched a fresh attack at the Master. After several parrys and repostes from both combatants, Fatious felt the distinct heat of a lightsaber pass through his abdoman. He fell to his knees, and looked at the cauterized wound in his belly. It was then that he noticed the lightsaber he was using, and gasped with his last breath. He had become Girthious....

Girthious didn't understand. Fatious had attacked and he and Roccus had managed to defend themselves, and after a flurry of close combat, Fatious simply collapsed before them.

"I do hope this is over."

"Yes, master. Let us hope it doesn't take as long as mine did."

Fatious suddenly gasped, for he hadn't taken a breath in nearly a minute. "Ung...what the hell just happened...I...died..." He pushed himself to his knees, and shook his head to clear it. He realilzed that his saber lay on the floor next to him, and realized that he must have actually been fighting. "What did I do..."

Girthious began a long, deep, laugh that echoed throughout the chamber. He saw Fatious, what Fatious had become. There was now a slight, blue-silver glow about him.

"The infusion is complete...you survived. Now you can only continue to grow in power!"

Girthious smiled, as well as Roccus. Now was the time they had been waiting for. What powers would Protoculture grant to their ally?

Fatious stood and laughed appreciatively. He could feel the power of the Protoculture flowing through his very soul, and he stuggled to harness it. He held his left hand up, palm up, and threw it to his side. The aura around him pulsed as a blade of energy manifested from the palm of his hand. It was blue in color, and had a golden hue. He looked up with a gleam in his eyes and said, "I call it the Proto-Blade. Now Girthious, attack me with your Force-Lightning. I think that I know what to do with the Protoculture..."

"You catch on quick. Yes, your blade will only absorb my lightning."

Girthious stepped back from Fatious. He cupped his hands over each other and soon a blue orb manifested between them. He whirled his hands and aimed them at Fatious, and soon a stream of blue energy erupted from the orb, a brilliant gold radiance was given off at the edge of the beam.

Fatious whirled his hands around each other and threw them out to the side, dissipating the Proto-Blade. He channeled his powers and a new aura formed around him, this one a solid black, and allowed Girthious' attack to hit him. The aura absorbed the Proto-Beam, and Fatious felt the energy make its way into his very soul, reforming itself and becoming his own. His aura had worked. He could absorb any kind of energy and make it his own to use at his liesure. He thrust his hand back at Girthious, fingers curled, and fired Girthious' own energy back at him, augmented by his own...

"Excellent!" Girthious exclaimed. He already knew this trick, he expanded his aura and with a flick of his wrist he threw up his shield, effectively absorbing the energy. He couldn't do it las efficiently as Fatious, but he could still do absorb other's energy attacks.

"Hmm, I knew that you could block that attack, Girthious. Why do you think that I used that attack? I wouldn't want to hurt my Protoculture mentor, would I?"

Fatious let his aura fade back to its original blue, for the effort of maintaining it was draining him of strength. He needed to condition himself, he knew, but for now he was content with his progress. He was also a bit curious about any other powers he'd been given. Of course, from what Girthious had already told him, it was pretty much up to him. He already knew about a few tricks, so he had a bit of an arsonal. He focused once again, and outstretched his hand, and began to expel the same mist that Girthious had used on him in the temple...

Girthious smile at Fatious. "Your bag of tricks now seems full as well. What else can you do?"

Thinking quickly, he raised his hands above his head and spread them out to the sides. A telekinetic blast issued from his hands, radiating out for roughly 6 feet around him, pushing the mist back. For a second time, his blue aura faded to midnight black. Then, inexplicably, the mist began to draw back into Fatious, spiraling into a powerful vortex that lifted him off his feet. He felt the energy of the mist strengthening him, and as he absorbed the last of it, he floated back to the ground and awaited his mentor's commentary...

"Yes, this is working extremely well...and now we fight."

Girthious leaped towards Fatious with both lightsabers spinning in a flurry of forward attacks, Roccus joined from Fatious' flank in this free-for-all match of skill, power, strength, and speed. They fought this way on and off for the remaining 2 days, stopping only to meditate and regain health. They trained feverishly in hope that there efforts would enable them to defeat this new threat, this proclaimed Sith who had challenged them to a duel of fates.

OOC: *cue bad-ass SW fighting music*

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Fatious continued to grow in power over the course of the next two days, managing to fend off both Girthious and Roccus. Roccus in particular seemed desperate to defeat him, and was stronger than his appearance told. He was curious about his origin, but that could wait. Fatious had discovered that he could obsorb any kind of energy, and make it his own to use. However, he had his limits. He had become like a battery, and could only contain a certain amount of energy before he had to expel it. It was a useful power, but he could only wail at someone with it like a hammer at the moment. He had to refine it, sharpen it to use like a blade. He was making great progress in leaps and Force assisted bounds, and felt his power growing. The awaited moment approached...

It was here. The day of the challenge. Girthious knew that Thinius awaited in the temple below, he could feel him. The natural energies of the Flower of Life existing there flowed through him, and he could see the disturbance in his mind's eye. It was still a mystery to him how Thinius had gotten there, probably by a similar trick to the one he used on Vortox. He, Roccus and Fatious used the ship's teleporter to transport to the planet's surface, and they were once again in the native rainforest scenery, mixtures of exotic animal sounds and the rustling of the flora surrounded them. Before them, the ancient Sith temple stood mighty and rustic, poorly maintained over the last few thousand years. Girthious moved forward, up the staircase and inside the hallway, where the very Sith that had built the temple resided in their stone cast likenesses.

"He is here, Fatious, and all his terrible power. This will be a difficult fight."

"Master, I believe I am capable of dealing with the apprentice, you and Lord Fatious should focus your attention on Thinius."

"Yes, your power has increased in proportion to ours these last few days, I trust you, Roccus."

"Be warned Roccus, he will use the Force to levitate his sabers at you from a distance, which will free him up to use his...other abilities..." Fatious was a bit concerned about Roccus not being able to get close enough to deliver a death strike with a saber, but he did have his Protoculture powers, so it evened out. Thinius, on the other hand, was a different story. A being that was as old as Thinius learned a few tricks here and there, and it would take the combined efforts of Girthious and himself to win. But, his vision still bothered him; how could he be sure if it hadn't been a vision of the future...

"Fatious speaks the truth, Roccus. You would do well to listen to him, learn from him."

"Yes, master."

They continued down the hallway, drawing ever closer to the powerful presence they all felt. The heavy, humid air all but made them gasp for breath, apparently the ventalation in the temple wasn't quite adequate. They could see the doorway to enter the main room of the temple, the place where 5 days ago Girthious had been reunited with his old companion and rival. Girthious noticed that something seemed be bothering Fatious, he didn't even need the Force to sense it, it was written all over his face. Better not to break his concentration though, he would ask Fatious about it later. As they entered through the doorway into the darkness of the room, Girthious remebered that it had once been blocked by a huge stone, one so large that even Girthious and Fatious together could not move it. What had been done with it? How had Thinius been able to move it? He scanned the room and his eyes were met only by darkness, so he spoke out.

"Thinius! We are here, we are ready, show yourself!"

Fatious drew his lightsaber, which he had modified before coming to Karbarra. He had infused the saber with his own Protoculture signiture, which allowed him to activate it through sheer will without having to use the power studs that he had removed. It was now smooth except for the small clip at the end that held it to his belt, making it easier to use and giving it a better grip. The thoughts of his vision was still bothering him, but he pushed them from his mind as Girthious called out to Thinius. If Thinius had been able to move the boulder that had been blocking the chamber, then his power was as strong as Fatious had thought. Using the supernaturally loud whisper he'd developed over the years, he said,

"You have meddled in affairs that are not yours for the last time, Thinius. You have two choices: hide, or face us. No matter the choice, your destiny has arrived, you cannot escape it..."

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OOC: Nax, Hobbeebia may be right about one thing, perhaps you should make a new thread for the final fight between our characters. You could name it something like, "Duel of the Fates" or something like that.

OOC: Aight, if I start the new thread, the three of us need to be able to cooperate, because the ultimate goal is to entertain the masses. Are we in agreement?