Onderon: Finale (pt.2 ~ FPK)
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master_obiwan[continued from HERE]
Obi-Wan was dumbfounded. The only time he had felt this type of darkness - malevolent, alive - was on Korriban. He knew that it was the Sith presence that infused the building he saw looming out of the foliage.
Madam Zavra's voice echoed in his head, "That tomb that is supposedly upon Dxun? is an old Sith tomb."
There was no doubt that the things he was feeling were from the tomb, and not this dark Force-user. It was too powerful and too widespread to be coming from a single person. Each stone of the tomb was infused with the Dark Side, and Obi-Wan shuddered unconsciously. He would have to tread carefully and stay focused. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his desire to snatch at threads and tendrils fall away. In his mind, he assigned a colour to the energy radiating from the Tomb to help filter it out and there, right there, was another, softer thread of the Dark Side.
He marked its location in his mind and then opened his eyes. Standing at the bottom of the ramp that led to the tomb doors, overseeing the movement of the Separatist workers, was the source of that thread. From his vantage point, he could barely make out the black boots, gray trousers and black-leather tunic, as well as the pale skin and bare head of this would-be Sith. He took in her stature in the Force, immersing himself in the Light Side, trusting it to hide him for the time being. And then he was off, skirting the perimeter to come up on the camp from behind.
He had a couple of close calls, as workers blocked his progress, but soon, he was close enough to step out from the shadows. For some reason, he wasn't surprised when he saw the curves that denoted his adversary was female. It seemed fitting, in a way.
And this time, I will hopefully not get my arse kicked.
To say the woman was startled at seeing Obi-Wan would have been an understatement, however, the only reason why Obi-Wan knew he had unsettled her was solely because of the Force and not from any visible indicator. She did calm, cool and collected very well.
"Hello there," he said, smiling slightly. "I'm interested in this little piece of real-estate you have here. Is it for sale?"
The woman frowned and hissed, "you have no business here. Leave." It was not a suggestion.
"Oh, but I think I do."
She gave him a once-over, taking in everything. "You are not one of mine. You have no business here. Leave, or die."
"No. And no, I don't think so. See, I have some friends who are quite interested in this area. I'm here to negotiate a cut of the land."
Her frown turned into an ugly scowl that was quite unbecoming. Her voice dropped in pitch and the hiss turned malevolent. "The only cut you will be negotiating will be from this!" The snap-hiss of her lightsabres burned the air as she brought both blades up in a scissors-like movement, the intent of which was giving his head the means to part company with his body.
By the Force alone was Obi-Wan able to move out of the way and bring his own blade up to block.
If this mystery-woman had been mad at his insistence before, she was downright pissed now. "Jedi!" The word was a curse upon her lips, as she spat it out. "For your insolence, you would have died a quick, painless death. For the abomination that you are, I shall show you pain. In the end you will beg me for death."
"You know, it's funny, but I've already had that offer from someone before. It didn't work out so well for them." He twirled his sabre and moved into a ready-stance. "You will have to excuse me if I decline."
The only answer from the Dark Jedi was a growl of hatred and a lunging attack. The blades clashed violently, scattering the workers as they dove for cover. Obi-Wan noted that this girl was good, but she wasn't the best. Not at all like Revan, who had harnessed the Dark Side quite successfully. Her hatred was unrefined, though focused on him not as who he was personally, but what he embodied as a Jedi. It was a simple weakness of pure revenge with no underlying current of direction or planning, just blindly striking out to kill-hurt-maim what it perceived as inferior and weak.
That's not to say that Obi-Wan found her easy to beat. Oh, quite the contrary. Raw power had a distinct advantage because it had no refinement, but at the same time, it lacked the control needed to use it effectively. This being he fought against was raw power, yes, but she had been taught something, and that something had allowed her to reign-in her abilities. He felt it in each shock up his arms as his blade collided with one of hers, he felt it in each near miss as he danced around the dual-arc of her attacks.
Obi-Wan fought to defend, as facing the Force-user in combat had not been his primary intention. I should have realized that all females of the Dark are perpetually pissed... he thought ruefully.
They left the obstacle-laden camp and tomb-grounds for the open plain, leaving any option of using the workers or other material as distractions behind. The ferocity of this female's attacks caught Obi-Wan off-guard for the first few minutes; even Anakin, in that one, single rage the Master had witnessed and defended against, didn't prepare him for this. At least he knew Anakin intimately enough that he could tell - without looking - how the youth would strike and when. He had a hard time anticipating this dark Force-user, and each sabre clash required him to truly rely on the Force.
Obi-Wan was liquid-movement, flowing from one stance to another. His fluidity was annoying his opponent, as he always seemed to be in her way, blocking without thinking, as she tried to come around and catch him off guard. She raised her right blade, feinting a high, slashing strike with a side-step to the left, then totally reversing the movement and bringing her left blade up for a lethal upper-cut. Obi-Wan almost fell for it, but at the last second he pivoted on one leg and turned to bring his own blue shaft of energy down for a quick, hard block, before letting his sabre bounce off hers to give him extra momentum for a sideswipe.
The woman moved fast, really fast, as she vaulted high in the air, somersaulted once and landed behind him. Obi-Wan let his body follow through with his side-swipe, using that momentum to spin around and catch first one, then the other, of the two angry, red blurs that were thrust at him.
On and on they fought; once Obi-Wan got into the rhythm of her fighting style (which was eclectic, at best) he was able to use her ferocity to his advantage, letting her strength and speed augment his own. They were too evenly matched and after an eternity of clashing blades, his energy began to flag. This contest was not to be decided now, he knew, so he had to retreat safely and get off of this rock. He was dimly aware of how far they had come away from the tomb and he could see the entrance to the clearing coming up behind him.
He tried to steer the fight that way, but the woman hissed in anger and denial, jumping behind him once more to move him back the other way. He fell back a few paces as she upped her attack. She did not intend for this Jedi to leave alive, and he knew it. During one of the few, brief breaks in the fight, Obi-Wan huffed in annoyance.
Oh, this won't do... He frowned at his opponent. "I'm sorry madam, but really, I must be going now."
"The only way you will leave this planet is dead, Jedi."
"Whatever you say." And with that he ran straight at her, blade held high. She braced for an impact that never came, as Obi-Wan vaulted over her and hit the ground running.
It wasn't long before Obi-Wan reached the tunnel mouth, the dark warrior hot on his heels. As he crossed the threshold, he reached out with the Force and yanked on the rocks and debris that made up the ceiling, causing them to come crashing down, sealing the entrance almost to the top. They stood, panting and staring at each other, he with calm amusement and she with malevolent hatred. With a tired grin he gave her a mock salute and turned to run down the tunnel back to safety.
He could hear the woman's cry of rage and hatred at being bested and tricked in such a way. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS JEDI! I SWEAR IT!" was the last thing he heard before he disappeared behind a corner and rushed headlong into the open air of the Dxun jungle.
In no time at all, he had stormed back into the camp and convinced his rebellious "friends" to take him back to Onderon.
He needed to talk to Siri and the Jedi Council; the Sith were making bold moves into the heart of the Republic and he had an inkling as to why...
Obi-Wan was dumbfounded. The only time he had felt this type of darkness - malevolent, alive - was on Korriban. He knew that it was the Sith presence that infused the building he saw looming out of the foliage.
Madam Zavra's voice echoed in his head, "That tomb that is supposedly upon Dxun? is an old Sith tomb."
There was no doubt that the things he was feeling were from the tomb, and not this dark Force-user. It was too powerful and too widespread to be coming from a single person. Each stone of the tomb was infused with the Dark Side, and Obi-Wan shuddered unconsciously. He would have to tread carefully and stay focused. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his desire to snatch at threads and tendrils fall away. In his mind, he assigned a colour to the energy radiating from the Tomb to help filter it out and there, right there, was another, softer thread of the Dark Side.
He marked its location in his mind and then opened his eyes. Standing at the bottom of the ramp that led to the tomb doors, overseeing the movement of the Separatist workers, was the source of that thread. From his vantage point, he could barely make out the black boots, gray trousers and black-leather tunic, as well as the pale skin and bare head of this would-be Sith. He took in her stature in the Force, immersing himself in the Light Side, trusting it to hide him for the time being. And then he was off, skirting the perimeter to come up on the camp from behind.
He had a couple of close calls, as workers blocked his progress, but soon, he was close enough to step out from the shadows. For some reason, he wasn't surprised when he saw the curves that denoted his adversary was female. It seemed fitting, in a way.
And this time, I will hopefully not get my arse kicked.
To say the woman was startled at seeing Obi-Wan would have been an understatement, however, the only reason why Obi-Wan knew he had unsettled her was solely because of the Force and not from any visible indicator. She did calm, cool and collected very well.
"Hello there," he said, smiling slightly. "I'm interested in this little piece of real-estate you have here. Is it for sale?"
The woman frowned and hissed, "you have no business here. Leave." It was not a suggestion.
"Oh, but I think I do."
She gave him a once-over, taking in everything. "You are not one of mine. You have no business here. Leave, or die."
"No. And no, I don't think so. See, I have some friends who are quite interested in this area. I'm here to negotiate a cut of the land."
Her frown turned into an ugly scowl that was quite unbecoming. Her voice dropped in pitch and the hiss turned malevolent. "The only cut you will be negotiating will be from this!" The snap-hiss of her lightsabres burned the air as she brought both blades up in a scissors-like movement, the intent of which was giving his head the means to part company with his body.
By the Force alone was Obi-Wan able to move out of the way and bring his own blade up to block.
If this mystery-woman had been mad at his insistence before, she was downright pissed now. "Jedi!" The word was a curse upon her lips, as she spat it out. "For your insolence, you would have died a quick, painless death. For the abomination that you are, I shall show you pain. In the end you will beg me for death."
"You know, it's funny, but I've already had that offer from someone before. It didn't work out so well for them." He twirled his sabre and moved into a ready-stance. "You will have to excuse me if I decline."
The only answer from the Dark Jedi was a growl of hatred and a lunging attack. The blades clashed violently, scattering the workers as they dove for cover. Obi-Wan noted that this girl was good, but she wasn't the best. Not at all like Revan, who had harnessed the Dark Side quite successfully. Her hatred was unrefined, though focused on him not as who he was personally, but what he embodied as a Jedi. It was a simple weakness of pure revenge with no underlying current of direction or planning, just blindly striking out to kill-hurt-maim what it perceived as inferior and weak.
That's not to say that Obi-Wan found her easy to beat. Oh, quite the contrary. Raw power had a distinct advantage because it had no refinement, but at the same time, it lacked the control needed to use it effectively. This being he fought against was raw power, yes, but she had been taught something, and that something had allowed her to reign-in her abilities. He felt it in each shock up his arms as his blade collided with one of hers, he felt it in each near miss as he danced around the dual-arc of her attacks.
Obi-Wan fought to defend, as facing the Force-user in combat had not been his primary intention. I should have realized that all females of the Dark are perpetually pissed... he thought ruefully.
They left the obstacle-laden camp and tomb-grounds for the open plain, leaving any option of using the workers or other material as distractions behind. The ferocity of this female's attacks caught Obi-Wan off-guard for the first few minutes; even Anakin, in that one, single rage the Master had witnessed and defended against, didn't prepare him for this. At least he knew Anakin intimately enough that he could tell - without looking - how the youth would strike and when. He had a hard time anticipating this dark Force-user, and each sabre clash required him to truly rely on the Force.
Obi-Wan was liquid-movement, flowing from one stance to another. His fluidity was annoying his opponent, as he always seemed to be in her way, blocking without thinking, as she tried to come around and catch him off guard. She raised her right blade, feinting a high, slashing strike with a side-step to the left, then totally reversing the movement and bringing her left blade up for a lethal upper-cut. Obi-Wan almost fell for it, but at the last second he pivoted on one leg and turned to bring his own blue shaft of energy down for a quick, hard block, before letting his sabre bounce off hers to give him extra momentum for a sideswipe.
The woman moved fast, really fast, as she vaulted high in the air, somersaulted once and landed behind him. Obi-Wan let his body follow through with his side-swipe, using that momentum to spin around and catch first one, then the other, of the two angry, red blurs that were thrust at him.
On and on they fought; once Obi-Wan got into the rhythm of her fighting style (which was eclectic, at best) he was able to use her ferocity to his advantage, letting her strength and speed augment his own. They were too evenly matched and after an eternity of clashing blades, his energy began to flag. This contest was not to be decided now, he knew, so he had to retreat safely and get off of this rock. He was dimly aware of how far they had come away from the tomb and he could see the entrance to the clearing coming up behind him.
He tried to steer the fight that way, but the woman hissed in anger and denial, jumping behind him once more to move him back the other way. He fell back a few paces as she upped her attack. She did not intend for this Jedi to leave alive, and he knew it. During one of the few, brief breaks in the fight, Obi-Wan huffed in annoyance.
Oh, this won't do... He frowned at his opponent. "I'm sorry madam, but really, I must be going now."
"The only way you will leave this planet is dead, Jedi."
"Whatever you say." And with that he ran straight at her, blade held high. She braced for an impact that never came, as Obi-Wan vaulted over her and hit the ground running.
It wasn't long before Obi-Wan reached the tunnel mouth, the dark warrior hot on his heels. As he crossed the threshold, he reached out with the Force and yanked on the rocks and debris that made up the ceiling, causing them to come crashing down, sealing the entrance almost to the top. They stood, panting and staring at each other, he with calm amusement and she with malevolent hatred. With a tired grin he gave her a mock salute and turned to run down the tunnel back to safety.
He could hear the woman's cry of rage and hatred at being bested and tricked in such a way. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS JEDI! I SWEAR IT!" was the last thing he heard before he disappeared behind a corner and rushed headlong into the open air of the Dxun jungle.
In no time at all, he had stormed back into the camp and convinced his rebellious "friends" to take him back to Onderon.
He needed to talk to Siri and the Jedi Council; the Sith were making bold moves into the heart of the Republic and he had an inkling as to why...
