((-Guyver3 bumped the first in this series, but this is where the story continues... let's post here if in either of them. Blessиd Sith is back, I know because I've been posting in another thread here... see if we can get this one back going... I had a plan for it that can still be put into place... somebody has got to attack Ethan... then see what happens to Teri. :evil1: ))

(((I'll attack as long as I don't die O_O Nalaen doesn't wanna die o~o. I'm taking it she goes dark or Sith or something? That'd be sweet :D Give into your anger XD Of course, I'm gonna have to take care of -Guyver3 first :P)))

Nalaen watches the betrayer, using the Force to see his speedy run at almost normal. As he approached her, she leapt up and flipped over him, the Force keeping her clear of him. The anger and hatred blazed inside her like a furnace for the Force, enhancing it and driving her to the edge. As she landed, her sabre twirled in her hand, both ends buzzing to life in a brilliant red.

These Jedi she could never work with. But this one had betrayed her, this one had tried to attack her. He would die for it, or she'd take him with her. The others could wait: he was her immediate problem, her most glorious prey.

"I will taste your flesh," she hissed, facing the spot she had stood in seconds earlier. Her body trembled with rage, the Force whipping around her in violent tendrils. "Fight me like a man, or you will die like the animal you are. Skinned and squealing."

((Nalaen won't die... she won't even get hurt, I promise... and you're along the right lines with what happens to Teri, but you'll be surprised nonetheless.))


Teri watched the fight, her lightsaber still in hand, every muscle begging to join Shi-quin in fighting Nalaen. Her devotion to her father was the only thing keeping her at his side.

"Release your aggressive feelings, Teri," Ethan said softly. "They do you no good in a moment such as this. Defend yourself if you must, but do not attack."

"Yes, father," Teri answered, doing her best to do as he said.

(((Where the hell is Sith? I can't post until he does something o_O)))

((Have you PMmed him? Maybe that'll get him in here.:confused: ))

*stops and turns recalling my saber to my hand and ignites it my eyes are dark as i watch Neelen closely*

you can try, but you wont succeed

A grin spreads across her face at his words. She would laugh, but that was a waste of time, and time at the moment was precious indeed.

"Fight like a man and you won't die like an animal," she said clearly, her voice holding an icy edge. If he fought her now, and tried to beat her -- the optimal word here was tried -- then he would be slain honourably. But if he tried to draw this out, tried to trick her into slowing with foolish words or verbal sparring, she would teach him what pain was, and keep him wishing eternally for death.

He still wouldn't attack. The fool, did he think his Jedi training protected him? That if he didn't strike first, his opponent would be shamed into giving in? He didn't know the Sith: but that was obvious, as he had betrayed them too many times.

"I will kill you!" she roared, the Force blazing up around her as her hatred and bloodlust increased, becoming a storm about her. She didn't know if her rage was visible, but it felt visible. It was so overwhelming, so strong, that she couldn't deny herself his blood any longer. He would ensanguinate, she would choke him to death, she would rip him apart inch by inch: anything to feed, to submit to the gnawing loathing inside.

Taking a step forward, she brought her sabre up, the Force speeding her movements as she attacked.

*grins soflty seeing how worked up she is getting feeling the flow of the force around her, and almost laughing, for with her power her anger clouds her judgement and abilitys there for knowing she WILL make a mistake in her fighting, she may have the ability to over power him but his patient and level headedness will prevail he brings his saber up twirling it in his hand*

you talk Big for someone who wont make a move........ya gunna kill? stop talking about it and try it *

*looks to ethen and terri then back to Neeln*

Ethan remained calm, returning Shi-quin's glance with little to no emotion. Teri was a far different story. Every muscle was prepared to strike... if only Ethan would give her the permission!

"Calm yourself, Teri," he said softly. "Your tension will do you no good, even if it comes to a fight."

He spoke to Nalaen again. "If Shi-quin would stop attacking you, would you stop your attacks? No, don't answer that. I can see the answer in your eyes."

"Shi-quin," he said. "Withdraw. Go find someplace to hide if you cannot restrain yourself from fighting. Defend yourself if you must. Do not attack this woman."

(((Sith, I'm already attacking you. I just said that I was running at you, about to strike, because I wanted to give you time to ready yourself.)))

Nalaen lunged the last metre of her run, thrusting her sabre out, then quickly turning about to strike with the other end. She was in her own world, ignoring the Jedi's words. Ignoring them all. Let their ignorance be what strikes them down. To them, anger and hatred clouded one's vision: they were wrong. Those were what drove her, made her stronger and made her live in the Force, a part of it. Every movement she made was driven by the Force, her strategy, looking for openings, her feints: all guided by the superior hand of the Force. She could process information much quicker, understand her enemy much better and could gain an advantage by just being. Let them pretend that their "level headedness" and "clarity" made them superior fighters. The eyes and the over-workings of a brain is what would make one faulter. Those things could deceive, make one second-guess. The Force could never question itself; it just was. With the Force, she would not tire and would not collapse until she was finished, until she let go of all that was inside. For all she was worth she would hold onto her passions, hold onto the Force, for it would keep her up, keep her battling: in short, keep her alive.

She pressed on her attack, her sabre a mad flurry of red, the blades coming in at the betrayer at tremendous speed. Clarity would keep him guessing. Let the fools play their petty games: she played for keeps.

*closes my eyes as our sabers make contact, my eyes can decieve me so i choose not to use them as i spin, twirl, thrust and counter her every move, i jump swinging high at her head with the back edge of my saber my back to Neelan as i twirl my saber in my hands my eyes closed, letting the force guide me as i summon strength for a force attack*

I know thsi has been dead for a long time, but let's bring back this oldie. ANyway, what's been going on?

well im waiting on Nelaen to post or imma kill off her charector so we can continue this RP

((Before taking such drasticc measures as killing off somebody elses character, why don't you PM them to see what's going on?


I'll admit though, I'm eager for this to get a move on... I had a plan for it.))

I have Blessed Sith on my buddy lists she has not be on in a longggggg time now....so PMing her would do little if she is not even on messanger

How about we make an alternate thread starting over but she is dead. If she ever comes back we can continue this one.

(((Sorry sorry sorry guys! I've just been busy and haven't been on the computer in forever. And plus, when I read sithie's post, I couldn't figure out how the hell to respond . . . then I wasn't on the computer, and yeah . . .

Sorry. I'll post now.)))

She found it fascinating how every time she rebuffed or rebuked him with logic, he did exactly as she thought. Perhaps he vehement hatred for all he was and represented projected her thoughts onto a discernable level. A sneer curled her lips as she felt his build-up of force energy. Bracing herself, she ducked down low, her robe covering her body as she gathered all the power she could. With a roar from the pain it caused her, she unleashed an explosive form of the Force that was totally random and unplanned. Red tendrils of electric energy radiated from all around her. Every cell in her body felt like it was being ripped apart; her flesh felt as though it was being flensed and boiled at the same time.
She didn't know the damage she had done to anyone, if any, but she felt exhausted. As the worst of the pain faded into a general ache and an odd pins-and-needles feeling covering her whole form, she lifted her head. Eyes glittering with agony and loathing, she glowered right at the Jedi. Her sabre ignited against the ground, her palm atop the hilt. No matter what, she would fight him.

(Wow! that was perfect!)


Eyes widening in surprise, Ethan leapt forward to stand in front of Teri and took the full power of Nalaen's attack. Teri screamed, knowing that such a thing could not be good for him and ran forward, catching him as he fell.

"No, no, no!" she cried. Ethan was dead. With only a few seconds to think, Teri lunged forward, activating her saber staff and attacking Nalaen with all the energy she could find. Almost as suddenly as she attacked, she stopped. Her face was pale.

"No," she whispered, taking a few faultering steps backward. Finally, she turned and ran off, disappearing into the nearby forest.

*catching the rapid build up of Naleens energy he uses his own gathered power to create a force shield as it manages to withhold Naleens attack but causes a great drain on my own powers and ability to fight i hear Teri scream and whirls around knowing already what had happened a shooting pain runs through his heart feeling Ethans life energy drop then die i shake my head de-activating my saber and turns following after terri scooping up Ethans body and carrys him "


we will finish this another day ......mock my words......you will pay for killing Ethan *takes off after Teri*

((For the time being, my characters are gone from this RPG... don't worry. Teri will be back, but I'll wait a little before it happens.))

Nalaen watched the scene with a wicked smirk. This was . . . interesting. Still, she held the pain inside, the only visible clue to it was the balled fist barely hidden by the cuff of her sleeve.

Well, one Jedi dead and two ran off. Not a horrible day by any measure. Sitting down, she tried to meditate. That anger the Jedi girl had exhuded, that emotional agony . . . Nalaen had almost been able to taste it, it was so tangible. Perhaps she would be back, and learn the true ways of the Force. If not, she'd die. Closing her eyes, still feeding on that burst from the Jedi, she tried to meditate. She had no idea what was going to happen, who or where her allies were; what was going to happen to her?

"Is Revan dead?" a voice asked from nearby. The voice was shaking slightly. "Do not draw your saber. I am Sith."

A girl appeared out of the edge of the forest and approached Nalaen. Her pitch black hair was in tangles and her clothing in tatters. Pale blue eyes revealed a great deal of pain.

Nalaen's eyes drifted slowly to the other Sith girl. Normally she would have leapt up, cautiously reaching for her weapon, but she sensed this girl spoke true: she meant no harm. Standing slowly and picking a few strands of dying grass off her black robe Nalaen gave a little smile.

"In the end, our Lord was weaker than a Jedi. If he is not dead, I ask myself where we failed." She paused, noting the other Sith's uncertainty with her inexact answer. "Revan was believed to be dead before but wasn't. He returned to reclaim his mantle, but was weak . . . he was nothing like he said he was. I hope he truly died this time."

Stoping her little rant, she studied the girl's eyes. What had caused the turmoil she could easily see, nevermind sense? Where had she come from?

"Who are you?" she asked as gently as her nature would allow.

Um guys, can we still start this one over? Rise of Revan will be the same, but this one I've pretty much forgotten.

((Well you could read this one... I'm at a place now that I don't exactly want to start over.))


The girl frowned, hesitating slightly. It almost seemed that she was wondering how trustworthy Nalaen was. Finally she took another step forward.

"I'm Kira," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. With another step forward, she appeared to be unsteady and collapsed in a heap, crying in pain. After silencing her moans, she thought about the other things Nalaen had said.

"Weak," she muttered. After a time, she picked herself up on her hands and knees. Her head was down and she was breathing hard. "I imagine you are right."


((And so we see Kira and Nalaen reacting to each other for the first time... :) ))

(((We managed to resume from where we left off)))

A whisper of a smile crossed her lips as she gazed down at her fellow Sith. She could feel her pain hanging in the air, the bristling aura as visible as the trees and grass.

"Sometimes," she began casually, crouching down on her haunches, arms resting on her legs. She closed the minor gap between them, somehow an air of privacy springing up in her shadow, "pain is too much for even us trained to withstand. Knowing your pain and giving into it are seperate things, young Sith." Her voice dropped to a murmur as her eyes flashed then narrowed slightly, not so much in a threatening manner but more of a studious one. "Besides, strength of mind is as important than strength of body."

Then she grinned brilliantly, her face lighting up, giving her a surprisingly spritely and innocent cast, "And of course I'm right. I'm always right. Now, what are your injuries?" There was no use in putting up the front Jedi expected of unexplainable cruelty to all others, including their own. They were both Sith, and there were Jedi lurking about. Without reinforcements, allys, soldiers or any Masters, the two girls had to rely on each other. Nalaen had been brought up in the laws of the wild and she knew a healthy pack hunted better than a lone animal. For now, this Sith was her own (until betrayal, which would give Nalaen no qualms with killing her) and she would treat her as such.

"I'm Nalaen," she said finally. A tiny part of her mind, always expecting her trust to be broken, kept nudging the back of her brain. And for that reason she kept her sabre handy. Paranoia usually helped keep her alive. She just hoped for nothing to validate her paranoia.

(((OOC: much different from their other meeting :P)))

"I don't know my injuries," Kira answered, attempting to stand again. "All I can say is that I am in pain."


((I'm thinking this story is before the other, so this is their first interaction... apparently, there are things that happened between now and then:p ))

Originally posted by Blessиd Sith
(((We managed to resume from where we left off)))

A whisper of a smile crossed her lips as she gazed down at her fellow Sith. She could feel her pain hanging in the air, the bristling aura as visible as the trees and grass.

"Sometimes," she began casually, crouching down on her haunches, arms resting on her legs. She closed the minor gap between them, somehow an air of privacy springing up in her shadow, "pain is too much for even us trained to withstand. Knowing your pain and giving into it are seperate things, young Sith." Her voice dropped to a murmur as her eyes flashed then narrowed slightly, not so much in a threatening manner but more of a studious one. "Besides, strength of mind is as important than strength of body."

Then she grinned brilliantly, her face lighting up, giving her a surprisingly spritely and innocent cast, "And of course I'm right. I'm always right. Now, what are your injuries?" There was no use in putting up the front Jedi expected of unexplainable cruelty to all others, including their own. They were both Sith, and there were Jedi lurking about. Without reinforcements, allys, soldiers or any Masters, the two girls had to rely on each other. Nalaen had been brought up in the laws of the wild and she knew a healthy pack hunted better than a lone animal. For now, this Sith was her own (until betrayal, which would give Nalaen no qualms with killing her) and she would treat her as such.

"I'm Nalaen," she said finally. A tiny part of her mind, always expecting her trust to be broken, kept nudging the back of her brain. And for that reason she kept her sabre handy. Paranoia usually helped keep her alive. She just hoped for nothing to validate her paranoia.

(((OOC: much different from their other meeting :P))) I know you managed to resume, but I'm WAY behind. You might call me a lazy bum not to read the whole thing, but I don't have teh time right now. Oh yes and wild jedi, I am pretty sure you were jokeing cus thsi is after rise of revan. Revan did die after all.

((LukeKatarn, I was referring to the other RPG that both Nalaen and Kira are in... the Faultering of the Sith. In that one, the relationship between Nalaen and Kira is not so friendly... or at least it wasn't to begin... they both wanted to kill each other!:p

As to your concern of being WAY behind... this thing is only 2 pages long... shouldn't take you that long to read. :) waiting for Nalaen's response...))

((I guess your right, it's just my char hasn't been around that much. I better start reading. I'll be posting soon, although noone hasn't heard from me in a bit. I read it, so considering you two are the only two active at the moment, this is the spot for Korth to come in.)) Korth walked along, he sew two sith girls, and smelled blood. "What has happened here, this is a batle of which I have never seen, and I didn't even see thsi battle, but I still feel it's burning presence." I drew out my glowing sword and jabbed it into the ground, a memorial to the dead, I pulled it out from the need earth, and put it away." My attention was then focused to the two sith girls. "One of you I have seen, the other I have not seen, and I can see was not involved in this battle." I turned to Nalean, "I knwo not your name, but I know you were the one behind this battle. You have great power, but use it wisely, the last thing you want to happen is to be left open and be killed by on of those Jedi's pathetic fast attacks." I turned away from the two girls and examined the ground, "You might think of me as a fool, both of you, but there was no need for teh destruction of this land." Then I thought to myself "My mission is to stop destruction and war, but no to be over run by the wrong and pitiful Jedi teachings."

"I was thrown clear of the ship when it crashed," Kira said, wincing as she turned to face Korth. With a small cry of pain, she dropped to the ground again. "I need help."

Her eyes looked to Nalaen. "Help me," she called weakly.

"The Nearest doctor isn't really near. There aren't vary many doctors here, considering noone comes here, or gets off."

Nalaen gave a slightly bitter smile, glancing at Korth. She stripped off her black robe, exposing tattooed and scarred arms. Kneeling down once more, she looked to the two she was with. One was Sith, that was sure, and the other . . . she didn't know what to make of him, so kept her wits about her.

"My people," Nalaen said clearly, sounding off-hand as she began inspecting Kira, "are warriors and hunters. It would do us no good if we could only fix injuries at sterile medical bays. I can't do much," she paused, knowing she had just admitted weakness to two people who could very well be looking for one in her, "but it will be something. That's if you'll trust me enough." Here her eyes darkened. "Under normal circumstances I'd expect you to be wise and never heed a stranger's help -- however, this is a special case." Looking up to the one named Korth once more, she added, "Because it seems we may have to rely on each other to get off this rock. And figure out what the hell is going on."

*he finally stops running, out of breath, and very weak, the fight having drained much of his power, he collapses slamming his fists into the ground and cursing about the death of ethan, a few tears fall for his fallen friend, having lost Terri some time ago he is alone, his mind scattered, his thoughts and feelings in termoil, blaming himself for the death of his friend,


"it should have been me...i should have taken the blast, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME "

the ground rumbles slightly under the force of the impact from his fists, he looks around trying to gain his bearings, feeling the presence of Sith but no where near by he decides he needs to find food and build a shelter for now

The ground trembled around me. "We need to get off this planet, as a merc I know much and do not trust many people, but this is a special case as well, I'll trust you, but on'y if you'll trust me. If it means getting off of this rock, I'll do anything. As for now, I must leave, that tremble wasn o mere earth quake, someone is crieing out in pain, it was such immense power, I must find it." I walked off.

*he looks about find downed trees, stone and what not, using the force he beings to move hte logs into place, using mud packs it in making a small shelter his lightsaber used to cut the logs and rocks into usable parts*


god, it should have been me, *he sighs deeply his thoughts not able to change from that of his fallen comrade, blaming himself for Ethans death, a fire in his eyes as he works, his sorrow slowly begining to eat away at him, his patient, his training, slowly driving him mad,


i will avenge you, ill make them pay ethen , i will, i swear it *looks to the heavens

"In such dire circumstances as these, it is difficult to doubt the good intentions of anyone," Kira said weakly. "Nalaen, I accept your offer of help."

She nodded sharply, her expression grim. The pain Korth had said he felt she felt as well. Anger, guilt . . . It flowed through the trees and made her wonder what sort of danger they were in. If that was a Jedi then they had to be alert constantly. A shiver went down her spine as she looked around like some sort of predator. This wasn't good.

Looking back down at Kira, she sighed heavily. "Well, I don't think you're bleeding anywhere. You could have a few fractures or even just very bad bruising -- where the hell did you get this beating or whatever it was, from?"

Once more her gaze swept the area. "We need shelter." And I need a temple, she thought to herself. She figured, when tending to Kira was done, she could make an altar . . . who better to help in the wilderness . . .

Kira answered hesitantly, almost as if she were unsure.

"I... I think I was thrown from the ship," she said slowly. She frowned. "I'm not really sure."

Nalaen grunted as she sat back, studying the other girl.

"I didn't realise there were many other Sith on the ship -- then again, I was . . . busy." A smirk lit her features.

"Anyway," she sighed after a moment, "we need to figure out what the heck to do. Shelter and food are the important things for now, though I do have some skill in those. The greatest chore however, is to find a way off this place." Her eyes scanned the area as if hoping the answer would be laying in the open, waiting for her. As usual, it was not. Unconsciously, her eyes scanned the skies in hopes that some Sith ship would be overhead, frantically searching . . .

No. They would probably have to do this themselves. And it didn't help that one of their small group had already wandered off.

I scanned the area, my necklace reacting to my surroundings. "What is this power?" I drew out my light sword. Something was approaching me, without even looking to find it, I swept my sword behind me, killing a foul beast in one slash. Then I turned to face it's dead corpse, I wasn't sure waht creature it was, for I had never seen it before. "All my skilsl in scouting, and I can't figure out what this monster is? I have looked through the galaxies volume of creatures about 10 times, and not once have I seen this monster, very odd. I know the encyclpedia of monsters like the back of my hand. And that is one big book." I put away my sword, and decided to head back to camp.

*he hears the hiss of a lightsaber not far from him, thinking it may be a sith nearby that thought alone only serving to enrage him further, he crouchs and looks up leaping up into the tree he moves quickly, watching another with a light saber he narrows his eyes, his first white from the grip on his saber, his anger clouding his judgement and sending a powerful tremor through the force,


blasted sith.....im going to kill them.....kill them all like the lambs they are.......


*he sees the one with teh saber kill off a beast and then take off, he follows him seeing if he will guide him to the rest of the sith, where he will personally cut off their heads and mount them on stakes

((I don't have a lightsaber! Pay attention, I have a Light SWORD! It's diffrent from a saber, it's just liek a sword, exept the blade glows like a light saber. Sabers have freaky hilts and stuff. And teh swords you don't need the force to use, teh yare rare, and more powerful then light sabers, I'm the only one left who can use one.)) My amulet reacted and I turned. The angered Jedi was there. "The one with the power rage, I knwo what you want..." I took out my sword, then yelled "THE LAST THIGN WE WANT NOW IS FIGHTING! If you know what's good for you, then we have to stick together. Or else you'll end up like that beast that I killed, weather it's me who kills you or something else!" I put away my sword, knowing he miught understand my words and come to his senses, I headed to camp, haveing no regret in my eyes for yelling.

blah blah blah Saber blah blah ish sword blah blah LOL jk man ))))))))))



*hearing his words his eyes narrow, he growls low not yet revealing himself but knows that he has been at least felt, his eyes scan the area looking for any encampments near by and reaching out, his anger still very powerful but he directs it away from the obvious soldier, and jumps down to teh ground landing with a thud

Returnign to camp I say "I've found Shi-Quin, I think I've convinced him to help us." I grabbed some logs, and I had some hides with me, and some bones, and I made a cmpfire and a few tents. "Everyone rest, we have a long day ahead of us. I'll stand gaurd." I sat on a stone, moveing around the logs in teh camp fire with a stick, I had my sword beside me, and I waited, waited for something.

*he growls looking around the small camp his grip on his saber still deadly*


who are you.......and why have you brought me here......i have no use for wimps like you to be tagging along,

*his voice hatefilled, angry,*

i have things i have to do....

Her eyes shoot up and she snarls, taking in the sight. Back bristling, she can hardly contain her hatred. The thing was back, and his pretend anger along with him. Oh, he could talk the talk, but even try to get him on the path of the Sith and he balked. Weakling. The only thing she wanted was him dead.

Her eye twitched as she spoke:

"Oh, betrayer? And what things would those be? Wandering around aimlessly in a misguided attempt at heroism? Or perhaps you just feel like wallowing in your untrained anger as you become more and more lost -- and more and more dead. Go, have fun on your own, in an unknown land. Starve to death, but make sure you tell me, I'd like to watch."

*seeing the Sith that he had fought earily, the hatred, the loss of his friend, by the hand of this women, his eyes suddenly flash red, his anger not pretend at all boils over, his saber ignites and in a sudden flare in the force he leaps at her *


YOU WILL PAY *calls her dirty name*

YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE

*his anger, his hatred all now concentrated on just destroying this women before him, nto even thinking anymore, he swings his saber down slashing at her his eyes intense*

((Shi-Quin might think Kira looks vaguely familiar...))


Kira stood and looked around. She had somehow lost her saber and it bothered her. With a smirk, she called the dead Jedi's twin sabers to her hands and ignited them. They glowed a bright orange and Kira felt her strength returning.

"She's not alone, Jedi," she spat, flourishing the two sabers she now held. "You don't stand a chance... not against three!"

She motioned to Korth. Then, to Nalaen. And finally, to herself. She began to walk slowly toward him.

"I may not be in perfect health," she growled, "but I'm still deadly!"

She lunged forward with incredible speed and brought one saber down toward his head while bringing the other up toward his side.

*he archs a brow recognizing Kira, not really caring, his anger over powering his common sense, the rage running through his body, he spins, deflecting Kira's attack he slams his fist against her face, spinning on his heel he turns continuing to approach Naelan not caring who or what got into his way,

you....will...pay....


*his eyes glowing red the veins in his neck throbbing*

come on...weakling,