Eyes of Green, Swords of Red (Numbfigure09)

OOC: First battle with my Jedi character, and what a fit then to battle a Dark Jedi!

BiC: The crystalline stars danced playfully with eachother in the night sky, only daunted by the slight hum and bright light of the massive City Planet, Coruscant. Many types of Flyers zoomed by below, some above, all whizzing through to their assorted destinations, and causing an overall loud buzzing sound to radiate through the city. A crisp breeze floated by the balcony, just slightly blowing the bangs of the Jedi’s hair. His cloak blew along as his eyes stared deep out into the city, to the tall towers of the Jedi temple in the distance.

But just then, a small tinge from the Force let him know that someone was approaching from behind. Arcea smiled, and turned to see his teacher and friend, Master Docra Comros.

“It is good to see you out here tonight, Arcea,” the Master said, stepping out onto the balcony with Arcea.

“Oh?” Arcea answered, smiling. “And why might that be, Master?”

“The Council has asked me to fetch you for a meeting that is soon to take place,” Comros answered, pointing out to the Jedi Temple.

Arcea’s face gained a twinge of confusion.

“Really now?” he asked curiously. “Why would they hold a meeting this late into the evening?”

“Well,” Comros answered, “the Council feels that, since you left the Galaxy those eight years ago, that your strength as a Jedi may have dwindled. Take no offense.”

“Of course not,” smiled Arcea. “I see the justification in their reasoning.”

Comros then began walking back out of the balcony, towards the door to Arcea’s room.

“Good,” he said. “Come then. The Council has an assignment for you.”

Arcea smiled, and followed his Master to the door, beginning to make his way towards the Flight Docks. Gathering his favorite flyer, Arcea then allowed his Master the comfortable passenger seat, and hopped in the driver’s seat, igniting the engines into working order. The flyer then took off from the Docks, and made its way to the Temple in the east.

* * *

“It is a pleasure to see you again, young Tigerswallow,” said Master Oberon to Arcea, his great bass voice echoing in the Council chambers. Comros having taken his seat amongst his fellow Councilors, Arcea was left alone to bow in solace.

“As it is for me to see you, Master Oberon,” Arcea responded, rising from his bow.

“I trust Master Comros has informed you of the assignment we have for you?” asked High Master Skywalker, then having all attention directed towards him. “It concerns imperialist-rebels in the Aeru system.”

Arcea’s eyes widened.

“Imperialists, Master?” he asked curiously, “Why would you have me, a simple Padawan learner, go and take care of an Imperialist group?”

“The Imperialists are known to have adept warriors among them,” Skywalker answered, “so we feel that you might get a chance to stretch your Form II muscle after not being able to fight another Lightsaber for so long.”

Arcea bowed respectfully, hiding a slight smile beneath his face.

“I thank you, Master Skywalker,” he said, rising.

Luke smiled, and pointed a hand towards the door.

“Good, I am glad to see that you are eager to accomplish this. Please arrest the imperialists and bring them here, where they shall be tried. Coordinates to the Aeru system have already been planted in your ship, so I suggest you get going.”

Arcea nodded happily, and coolly walked out the door. It was just then that Luke’s cheerful face turned dark and mystifying. Comros caught eye of this.

“Master Luke,” he asked, “do you sense it too?”

“Indeed…” Luke responded. “The Dark Side is strong in the Aeru System.”

“Perhaps we are making a mistake in sending this Padawan so deep into the Aeru system?” suggested Master Oberon.

“I don’t think so,” said Luke confidently. “That Jedi is extremely talented in Makashi, and should have no trouble dealing with any threats that may lie within.”

* * *

Arcea’s spaceship then departed, and after only a short trip in Hyperspace, landed in the center of the Aeru system, just outside the planet Aeru itself.

“H3,” Arcea commanded to his flight-droid, “execute landing procedures.”

Beeeeep, beep beep! agreed H3-62, and suddenly, the ship began to enter the atmosphere of the Lush planet, Aeru.

The ship soon came to a halt on the soft, moist ground of a plant-filled jungle. The moment it did, however, the Force tugged at the back of Arcea’s mind, and he could begin to hear voices from outside.

“Galactic Republic ship!” they cried, “Galactic Republic ship! Quick, get the droids!”

Arcea sighed, rising from his seat, and pressed the button to allow his ship to let him off. The exit-ramp landed softly on the mushy ground of the Rainforest Planet, and almost instantly, Arcea could hear the pitter patter of droid feet walking to attack him with their blasters.

There’s… twenty of them. Arcea thought, seeing the outside via the Force. It looks like these rebels want to take it the hard way…

The Jedi then used a Force Grab to unlatch his Lightsaber, Obrin, from its latch within his right sleeve, and held it casually at his right side as he walked down onto the humid planet. The droids stood still, waiting for him to make a move; Arcea looked around at them with curiosity, seeing their leaders cower behind them.

“Imperialist rebel leaders,” the Jedi commanded elegantly. “In the name of the Galactic Republic, for supporting and supplying troops to the cause of Destroying Democracy, I am placing all of you under arrest.”

“Hah!” laughed one of the rebel leaders from behind the droid squadron. “Droids, do away with him. He is nothing but a Padawan learner. You can tell by the Padawan braid on the back of his head. Fire at will!”

The droids nodded, and unleashed their blasters with a fiery pyoo, pyoo, pyoo noise. Arcea’s brow furrowed as he used the Force to activate his Silver Lightsaber, deflecting each blow from the droids' blasters. He then rushed in, severing 5 croids in half at once, and dismantled 10 more into pieces with a burly Force push. The remaining five were done away in the same way as the first 5, and before 10 seconds had passed, all 20 droids were gone. Arcea then retracted the Obrin, and scowled at the rebel leaders, whose faces were filled with surprised terror.

“What?!” they yelled, “How the hell did a Padawan do away with our Droids so quickly?”

“Foolish rebel,” Arcea snapped, brandishing two pairs of energy hand-cuffs. “Even a Youngling can annihilate a simple force of 20 droids with ease. Now, get in my ship. You’re under—”

CHZEEWWWW! zapped Arcea’s Lightsaber as he extended it once more, using it as a defense between two red Lightsaber’s held by a dark, red-masked figure.

OOC: Your go, Young Padawan.

OOC: Okee you asked me to write it this way

The engines hummed. A jet-black TIE X-1 landed down onto the lush grass of the Aeru Rainforest.

"Welcome, Lord Tyraanix." Said a cloaked imperialist.

"Thankyou Captain." Tyraanix replied. His deep voice echoed through the forests' trees and bushes.

Whyever did I pick this planet, Tyraanix thought to himself, I will not know.

No matter the planet he was on, it couldn't be one of the New Republic. Aeru was a nice hidden planet, but it's lush forests boasted beauty which Tyraanix did not enjoy. Beauty was not important to him. He more enjoyed the feeling of hills and rough terrain, similar to his homeplanet of Tatooine. The imperialist meetings almost had no meaning; Thrawn was dead, along with the Empire. Any hope of a new Empire was utterly impossible; but hope was in the bottom of Tyraanix's heart.

"Sir, there's an unidentified vessel heading toward the Aeru system, more precisely, our planet." An imperialist said, his voice shaking, anxious for Tyraanix's reply.

Since when was this a Republican Planet? Tyraanix thought. Anger flowed through him. He hadn't nearly enough men to take on the Republican army.

"Damn Skywalker."

* * *

The ship landed, a Jedi stepped out. His hair was curled into a tail.

"Ah, a Padawan." Tyraanix said. "Deploy the droids, Captain."

The Padawan's lightsaber hissed as it ignited. The silvery blade lit up the Jungle. A slash to his left, five Droids' heads were cut. Their black wired circutry shorted out and emitted a hiss.

Another slash to his right, the silvery-white blade pierced another five droids' arms. A flip was attempted by the Padawan and succeeded, with his saber ignited it whiped out five more droids.

Tyraanix's anger grew stronger. With only five droids left, he charged in. The hiss of the blood-colored blade imitated a rattlesnake, about to strike. Both lightsabers slashed against the Padawan's silver blade. The young Padawan's blade hissed and cracked.

Tyraanix withdrew himself, and let the Padawan finish the last of the droids.

"Unbelieveable," Tyraanix said, "A Padawan wiped out 20 droids?"

"We can do that now," The Padawan said, "Under Master Skywalker."

"Skywalker!" Tyraanix hissed under his face-mask. His anger grew even stronger and the Padawan felt it in his strikes. The battle had begun.

Arcea pushed hard against the buzzing Lightsabers, their red hue causing sweat to appear upon his face. The Obrin waned slightly, pushing back just as well a moment, later, and within moments, Arcea could see exactly what he was up against: A Dark Jedi, one fallen to the Dark Side of the Force. Finished with his deadlock, Arcea used the Force, pushing Tyraanix backwards and allowing him some room to stand. Looking in wonder towards the Dark Jedi, Arcea entered his Makashi stance; unlike most Makashi stances, his was based with two hands.

“You say the word ‘Skywalker’ with such distaste, Fallen Jedi,” Arcea said coolly, taking a slow few steps to the side; Tyraanix matched his movements. “What do you have against the greatest wielder of the Force to ever live?”

Tyraanix scowled, holding one Saber diagonally in front of him—the Ataru stance—, and the other diagonally seething upwards from his wrist, which lay down at his thigh—the Djem So stance.

“Skywalker…” the Dark Jedi snapped, “Is the one who ruined the Galactic Empire with his false speeches of Justice, Democracy, and a restoration of the Jedi Knights.”

Arcea held his stance, circling around slowly as his opponent did the same.

“That still does not give you Justification,” Arcea commented, “to annihilate all who serve under him.”

“Whatever do you mean, Jedi scum?” said Tyraanix, rushing in just slightly to tap Arcea’s Lightsaber, and then slowly retreating back to his stance.

“What I mean is…” Arcea answered, “Why do you fight the Jedi? The Dark Side of the Force is nothing short of pure destruction of the mind.”

“The Dark Side is dangerous, yes… however, it can also lead to the path of greatness, such as Emperor Palpatine, or Lord Vader’s successes.”

Arcea stopped moving.

“By success,” he said, a slight twinge hanging in his voice, “you mean the Destruction of Palpatine by his own Master, and the death of Darth Vader as Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi he once was?”

Tyraanix then paused, and gave a quick sneer.

“…Die, Jedi.”

The Dark Jedi, using a Force Jump, then flew gallantly through the air towards Arcea. Holding up the Obrin, the Jedi blocked several double swipes, his head constantly doing double takes between the two fiery blades. Tyraanix took a quick glance to the side, and lifted a nearby tree with the Force, tossinging it effortlessly at Arcea, who then bent down quickly, just barely dodging it. The two combatants then split up to their respective sides, only shooting back into a deadlock once more.

Snarling through his mask, Tyraanix said quietly:

“I guarantee you, Jedi… I shall help these Imperialists build a new Empire, one that I shall someday rule!”

OOC: Eh. Short post.

The blades hissed; the bright colors crackled. Power flowed through their veins, and they could both feel it.

"I sense great power and anger inside you," Tyraanix hissed.
"Power that the Dark Side shall never posess; power that lies in the Jedi ways and those of love and courage." Arcea snaped back.

Tyraanix jumped into the air and brought his blade down. Hard. It crackled and sparks flew everywhere as the two lighted blades clashed. With every strike, more power from the Force was engulfed by the warriors.

A green blade came down onto Tyraanix's arm, creating a deep wound within his plated expanded armor. It had just scraped his skin, Tyraanix felt, but he overpowered the pain with hatred.

Power in light, Tyraanix though, This Jedi is just like all the others...

Tyraanix paid no attention to his current thoughts and let his anger control his limbs; while the Force sorted out his thoughts. He withdrew his blade and jumped back onto the trees.

"Ah," Tyraanix snapped, "Quite strange power for a young Jedi. Power I intend to have."

Tyraanix ignited his blade again with the usual snap-hiss. His arms extended to the Jedi. Blue bolts sprung from his hands, which the Jedi dodged easily.

"You missed." Arcea said, proudly.

"When was I aiming at you?" Tyraanix sarcasticly questioned. He motioned for Arcea to look behind him.

Arcea turned his head backwards. The burn of flames ignited the sky as it grew dark. Trees, grass, and nearby sticks grew dry and flammable. When he turned his head back, Tyraanix was gone. Arcea had to escape the dry, flammable forest and find the Dark Jedi, fast.

OOC: Enjoy your new enviorment.