Assualt on Alderaan

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*Alderaan, the Shining Star of the Core Worlds. The symbol of peace and tranquility across the Republic and the world held up as the very embodiment of the ideals that for which the Republic stood. The Jedi had even taken up an enclave on world to train new members of its Order. Coruscant may be the heart of the Republic, but Alderaan was most certainly its soul. Its fall, along with Coruscant's, would be a blow from which the Republic and Jedi would not recover.*

*Kevor Avedis stood on the bridge of the frigate Lightning's Touch. He had been assigned to the smallest of the ships of the battle group, but that befit his rank as Acolyte. He was determined that after today he would rise in the Empire's standings and what better way than to help bring about the Jedi's fall?*

*One of the tactical officers spun in his chair and quite uncertain whether to speak to Kevor or the captain. Spoke loudly so both could hear him.

"30 seconds until we drop from hyperspace, sir..milord."

*He added with only a slight pause that Kevor chose to overlook to keep himself focused on the coming combat with the Jedi.*

"20 seconds...10....5...4...3..2.1. Exiting now."

*The blue tunnel of hyperspace fell away, the long white lines shortened back into stars and there hanging in space infront of them was Alderaan. All around the Lightning's Touch the rest of the ships belonging to the Imperial Navy exited hyperspace. A full battle group advanced on the lone world, forming into position as it come, focusing on the capital of Aldera and, of much more importance, the Jedi Enclave located in the mountains to the capital's north.*

*The captain had risen and begun giving orders to his officers. Kevor crossed his arms and waited. His time would come and soon. When this battle was over he would be in the halls of the Jedi's Enclave walking over the corpses of its former occupants. A corner of his mouth twitched upward at the thought. Yes, a glorious day it would be.*

OOC: There's nothing saying how large a battle group is, so I'm going to put the number at 51 ships. 10 Cruisers, 20 Destroyers, 30 Frigates, and 1 Carrier. We'll retro bump it to 52 should the Bogan or High Lord join us with their personal battleship.

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For once, the Jedi Master's small stature was working to his advantage. Being considerably less than tall, he had managed to find himself a place in the shadow of a large munitions crate in the hanger of the Jedi Enclave. Having kept a low profile working behind the scenes on missions secret and dangerous his was a face that would cause commotion if noticed by too man people. Staying out of sight was best for now, Seamus figured.

So he did, standing in the shadows and watching the organized chaos of battle preparation go on about him; soon finding himself wishing for more organization and less chaos. However he did not intervene, he was sure that, soon enough, the right situation would arise for him take action.

If anyone could see him, noticed him, it would be very apparent that the once hot tempered, extremely volatile and touchy Master Moidin, had changed.

For good, or for ill.
 
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Four and a half years had passed since the last appearance of the former Grandmaster known as Rev Ultor. Four and a half grueling years that had brought him nearly to the unknown regions and back again... and for what? Some would argue pride while others whispered that the once figurehead of the Jedi had finally succumbed to the grit that was the darkside. It wasn't until the woman who had replaced him sent a beacon outward requesting all Jedi to return "home" that the answer to his absence would finally be met. It was this day he left for.. To return as a savior and defender of the Jedi, the Force was his ally and his lightsaber was the tool to guide him down such a treacherous path.

Much had changed in his absence, the Republic had begun its ultimate descent into shambles. The Hutt Army's were knocking on Coruscant's door with no intent on retreating from the war they had started. The Bogan... once a secretive society had grown to an Empire only to have it snatched away when it mattered most, and the Jedi were content with keeping them there. Though what they thought to be a simple threat grew larger as days... hours... seconds passed, each bringing the rotten taint that was the darkside only a little closer to their peaceful temples. It was now that the Bogan prepared to strike and it was the former Grandmaster who had spent years preparing for it; putting himself in solitary exile for the greater good of the Order.

Nestled within the mountain's north of Aldera was that Jedi safe haven. An elegant temple that would rival the beauty of any other found throughout the galaxy. Miles to the east knelt a lone man, his face maintaining the youth it had carried for over a half century; the Force hastening the elder man's aging process. That face carried with it the familiar scars of his young adulthood, but was shrouded in a battered cloak and freshly trimmed beard lining his cheek and jawline before coming to it's completion in a goatee. Blue eyes were tucked within the hood rivaling the color and purity of even the waters that ran through the Room of a Thousand Fountains. His chest expanded with each breath and would slowly give way minutes later as his body would finally come to an exhale; he was deep in meditation.

The white robes tattered with wear that hugged his body slowly came to life as a gust of wind hit him with natures elegant power from the south. With one final breath inward followed by an exhale seconds later, the lids of his eyes would part and the view of the "Shining Star's" capital city would fill the horizon, his body rising in sync. Rev's hands would come to the white hood that veiled his face from the world, casting the heavy fabric aside before allowing his sight to pull up to the skies. His gaze was blank, but it held behind it a focus unlike any the Jedi Order had to offer. He sensed a difference in the system, a growing and impending threat; the Bogan.

"..and so it starts..."

He'd turn sharply on his heel, the torn cloak wavering behind him as the wind hit it. His stocky frame fell into a brisk walk, each footstep seeming to be slightly more silent than the last; each carrying behind it the urgency to arrive at the Jedi Temple. It wouldn't be long and the Jedi would find themselves in the most important battle they had yet, one of survival...
 

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At last the one thing Ajoc wanted was now within plain view. A mile or so away was the Jedi's legendary Alderaanian temple in which took hold of where Ajoc's dark path began all those years ago. Master Seamus had abruptly seized his own leadership over the temple in Ajoc's absence and openly questioned his allegiance. Shunned from his rightful position of power and looked upon as a traitor of sorts, Ajoc decided it was time to leave the order. Rage and malice were the only things that kept him going through the years after turning to the Bogan and now the time had come to exact his revenge upon Seamus. Ajoc quietly watched the entrance with his rangefinder, keeping his strike team hidden within the Force so that they might attack the temple with surprise. Problem being that he actually spotted a previous Grandmaster walking up to the front of the temple which only meant that the others might be spurred by his mere presence during the heat of combat.

Ajoc didn't care though, he only cared about finding Seamus and letting the temple burn to the ground so he may finally put his revenge aside. Although deep down the Jedi code still burned in his mind, attempting to put away his revenge. But he wouldn't have it, Ajoc had come too far at this point. The years of bathing in the Darkside had destroyed his overall complexion, forcing him to wrap himself in banadages and only allowing his deep blue eyes to be visible. There was no turning back for Ajoc now.

"Brothers, we stand here before the Alderaanian Jedi Temple. We all know that we have strayed far from our original goals. Hoping to conquer the galaxy was a pitiful dream that was cast at our feet after the destruction of our home on Ando Prime. But now we are here to avenge the death of our brethren and we will teach them that for every light they create within the Force, a shadow will be cast! We're simply here to turn out the lights..."

Bloodlust burned inside of Ajoc as he motioned with a slight turn of his head towards the temple, giving the signal for the rest of his team to follow in behind him as he leaped off of the cliff in which they were perched upon. When landing, Ajoc quickly made his way through the underbrush of the forest, making his way out onto the same traveled path that Rev had taken. The small group of dark robed figures travled peacefully while still under Ajoc's cover within the Force, presenting them as completely harmless as they approached the temple while awaiting their allies to strike from the skies.
 

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Anticipation.

It pounded in Judicar's ears, drowning out any background noise. The Bogan Crusader fingered his metallic lightsaber hilt, only half listening to Master Ajoc's passionate speech. Still, he lifted his young face to gaze forward.

The Bogan moved. Fluidity accompanied their descented as they disembarked from the shuttle into the lush forests of Alderaan. Judicar felt the Force pulsating all around him, yet the entire strike team remained invisible to the mind's eye with Ajoc protecting the group. Judicar moved silently forward, keeping pace with the group and heading for the front of the pack.

Judicar hungered for blood; his namesake, as the ultimate judge, was about to be sentenced on the damned Jedi Order of which he had fled five years ago. His training, power, and skills had progressed to unfounded heights, and testing time had finally arrived.

The fuel of imminent revenge, tossed onto the raging bonfire of Judicar's spirit spurred him on to declare the Bogan Empire victorious this day.
 

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Rage, malice and...was that a twinge of envy, the ripples of powerful emotion, hung like a fine mist in the Force. Try as he might, the source of the lingering exhalations was proving to be remarkably difficult to pinpoint, even for one such as Seamus.

The feelings of rage and malice were hardly surprising, given that the Bogan fed off such things, but it was that unmistakable, darkly consuming envy that perplexed the shadowy Jedi Master. He could not think of a reason why the Bogan would be envious of anything the Jedi possessed. Then he remembered...he remembered his rise to power and whom he had all but stolen his position away from, almost slandered and eventually driven from the order. Of course he would be here, driven by a personal desire for revenge and meerly using the Bogan to get him close enough. A feral and knowing smile twisted the tiny man's face.

"Hello Ajoc," Seamus whispered, sliding from shadow to shadow as he drifted out of the Enclave and into the wilderness beyond; trusting his query to find him as he knew that he would never be able to find it as long as it remained hidden.
 

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Another figure walked among Ajoc's group. A tall man, clad in Bogan armor. His face was hidden deep inside a black hood and one might think that he tried to hide his identity from his own men. But Balion, the Bogan of the Bogan Empire, was sure that all of these fine gents knew full well who he was.

'Well said, master,' Balion commented on Ajoc's speach. His voice was only a raspy whisper. He began to walk next to the powerful Dark Master and pulled back his black hood. 'This will be a glorious day for the Empire.' He smiled that typical devilish smile of his. That smile that made him look so scary.

Balion was a fearless and fearsome man. His long, black hair danced in the wind and his crimson eyes seethed with rage. The kind of mad rage that'd often possess a psychopath; but Balion was no psycho and that rage of his didn't posses him in the slightest way. No, Balion had the Dark Side under control—or at least, he liked to think so.

His lightsaber was clipped to his belt and his shoto was next to it. He carried a simple vibrodagger as well, which was concealed in his black robe (which he wore over his armor). The dagger was merely a side arm, but he liked to toy with it every now and then. Giving his opponent a scar or too across the face, that was one of his hobbies. Balion was a sadistic man, but then again; he was the Bogan.

They walked up the trail that led to the Jedi Temple and that annoying buzz became louder and louder as they got closer to the building. That buzz was, of course, the Light Side of the Force. Balion didn't hate the Light Side and he didn't underestimate it, but he didn't like it either... Yet, he still wore that devilish grin on his devilish face.

'Draw your blades, men,' Balion said, 'it's show time.' He unclipped both his sabers from his belt and stopped there. A safe distance away from the temple, but close enough to charge at it. He helped Ajoc to render the strike team invisible and unable to sense. It was almost perfect; almost. 'Remember to make them suffer, for that's one of those funny things they're made for. They're made to suffer.' And when that evil man chuckled, shivers ran up some of the Bogans' spine.
 

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*The Bogan battle group was determined not to allow the local Alderaan forces any breathing. Bomber and fighter squadrons spilled from hangers and moved to be the first to engage the local planetary defenses. As the first wave of heavy rockets were fired on the closest Republic warships. The entire battle group closed engage the defensive line. The 10 cruisers taking point, their combined fire brought to on only one Republic ships, intent on destroying one ship then moving on to the next ship, then the next. The 20 destroyers swept in with their turbolaser batteries blazing, targeting any Republic ship not yet engaged by the cruisers. The 20 frigates took up positions around the cruisers their laser cannons and missile launchers firing upon any Republic fighter within range.*

*It was the cruiser Storm that came under the brutal return fire from the Republic fleet. Turbolaser fire smashed the Storm's shields, burning holes in the battleship's heavy armor as ion cannon beams skittered over the Storm's hull blowing out systems across the cruiser. Then the swarm of torpedoes and missiles hit. The Storm was blown in half, breaking at it's midsection. Crewmen were ripped from their stations and flung into the void of space. Thousands dying from lack of air and the utter cold.*

*Even as the fierce battle waged between the two fleets. Bogan vessals deployed shuttles and dropships to carry the battle down onto the ground. Most were landing in and around the planetary capital of Aldera and were no doubt meeting heavy anti-air fire and ground resistance. A few, however, were landing to the north of the capital. Their target the Jedi Temple. Kevor himself was standing inside the bay of one such shuttle. As it touched down and its ramp lowered he spoke to the troops around him.*

"You know your orders and there shall be no mistake in carrying them out: All Jedi must die."

*With that he walked down the shuttle ramp. The Imperial troops following in him down and others descending from the surrounding shuttles. The lone Acolyte marched toward the temple with a few hundred troops following in his wake. Ready to reinforce the strike force and crush the Jedi.
 

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Ajoc sensed within the distance the one he had come for but suddenly his thoughts were pulled away to the sudden words that slipped from a stranger's mouth. As he looked back, Ajoc noted that now one of the most powerful individuals within the Darkside of the Force was walking within his strike team. He felt both inspired and envious of his power but none the less it was an added bonus as he helped keep their presence concealed within the Force.

Then Ajoc could hear the Empire's soldiers moving out not too far from where they were traveling which simply signaled the war had begun. As the strike team continued on their way, Ajoc could hear a voice speaking out to him. It definetly didn't belong to anyone within his team but yet it was still so familiar. It then dawned upon him that Seamus was the one actually speaking to him! He didn't take enough care in hiding his own feelings which might of been easily rectified if he hadn't of let himself get so worked up in thought. Ajco's revenge though had been burning ever since that fateful day and he wouldn't let a simple oversight stop him.

By now they were approaching the temple's steps which lead to the entrance in which Ajoc could feel Seamus's presence. Instead of speaking through the Force, he wanted to exchange words within him sight. Ajoc picked up in his pace, reaching the top of the stairs before the others and quickly letting his presence ring out to any who stood within the temple. While most would stay inside under their master's supervision, few would find their way outside to see what the disturbance really was.

Ajoc was now in complete view of Seamus as he stood there, letting the early morning sun beat down behind him as he stared blankly at the man responsible for his downfall.

"I've waited so long for this one moment, Seamus. All those times where I delved deeper and deeper into the forbidden arts that the Jedi forbade us from ever learning, I only thought of you. Your name burned in my mind..."

Ajoc then stretched out his left arm, calling upon the force as he called his saber from his belt. The saber's hilt quickly flung from his belt and into his hand, immediately ignited its crimson blade as he continued to stare from between his bandages.
 

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The might of the Bogan "Empire" had been unleashed upon Alderaan. A certain Jedi Master was not impressed.

A small collection of planets out in the middle of nowheresville Hutt Space didn't exactly qualify as an Empire much more than a few scraps made a building. This Jedi Master had fought the might of the Hutt Empire and come out alive. This Jedi had killed his fair share of Darksaber trained Dark Jedi and Bogan. Adam Delenzik was the oldest son of the Commandant, and the Bogan assault on Alderaan would be his finest hour.

Men of the Republic Marine Corps were deployed across the temple as a result of their tight partnership with the Jedi. A contigent of soldiers were sent to violently put down the group assaulting the main doors and would likely take down a fair number of Imperial troops considering their elite status. Adam, on the other hand, had something else to worry about...

Master Seamus had already encountered the enemy but he faced a strike force of Bogan alone and even for the masterful fighter it would be over quickly. Adam led a group of Jedi Knights to contend with the strike team whilst he took the other leader of the group. The man was tall and wore a mask with robes over his armor and eminated rage and dark side power. If the rumors and intelligence were true, this was the Bogan himself.

Adam was short and wore standard Jedi robes and was the epitome of one blessed by the light side. His eyes shone blue as he reached the area, the Jedi Master's body filled with the life energy of the galaxy and he stood some fifteen meters from his opponent. Delenzik did not speak, he merely called his lightsaber to his right hand, the blade hissing to life with a snap-hiss, and built the Force into his right hand.

So it would begin.....
 

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"Draw your blades men..."

The Former Grandmaster's Jedi senses picked up words that echoed in his mind as soft whispers; an enemy. Worse. A group of enemies what sounded to be preparing an assault on the very temple he was returning to. He wouldn't allow it. Having been there for the first assaults on Coruscant decades before, he knew how they worked. Without tactic and with surprise and blunt attack. Reaching outward his senses began detecting his fellow Jedi and his own Guardian instinct began to show through. His focus directed towards his eyes, the Force aiding his vision and bringing to life the world around in him in a way once far different. The Force guiding his sight to the corruption cluttered signature not more than 50 meters to his left.

"...You lot hide like cowards."


The Jedi's voice was quick and lacked fear unlike the cowards before him. His eyes turned to face the most ill of the crew, whom appeared to be their leader; Balion. The tattered robe that flailed with life was aided by the Force to slip from his body. The loose robes that seemed almost draped around his body shown signs of wear, but still radiated a respect about it. The former Grandmasters voice would once again project to the Bogan.

"I give you one chance..."

The metallic hilt at his hip with cross his body before meeting his outreaching right hand. With a hiss the well known purple blade of the Blademaster hissed to life. The lone beam rose above his head as his body turned, dropping into Djem So.

"...surrender or fall to my blade."

 

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Judicar's eyes flashed with ferocity as he drew his hand to his left side, calling the lightsaber hilt to hand. With the press of a button the icy blue blade snapped into existence, casting a silver sheen on the dark foliage below him.

The blade represented what he never wanted to be again, a slave to the light side, a slave to the Jedi.

Judicar allowed his body to fall into instinct as he dropped into the typical yet strong Ataru opening stance. His hands, firmly clasped around the hilt, directed the blade vertically. He brought the guard in to his right side and scanned what would soon be a vicious field of battle.

A confident Jedi voice radiated through the strike team's ears, calling out and challenging the entire group. With only a small amount of probing Judicar was instantly aware, that this warrior was a fearsome Master indeed. Fear was a painful emotion to feel, but as Judicar felt the emotion creeping up he relied on the teachings of his Master to not succumb to old trickeries of the Force and the body. He took the fear and bended it, morphing it into a tempered yet rageful anger.

The time for action had arrived.
 

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Balion looked at the newcomers with a big smile, as if he saw old friends and was all too happy to see them again. He raised a hand, and he wasn't all that surprised when a few of the Jedi Knights in the Jedi team immediately began to draw upon the Force to protect themselves from some awesome Dark Side power. But all the Bogan did was raising his left hand and lifting the index finger of that hand: a simple salute.

Then he slowly clipped his sabers back to his belt. This time, he raised both his hands and he took off his mask. His hood was already down. He let his arms (while holding his mask in his right hand) fall to his sides and said, a bit sheepishly: 'Hi.' He said it slowly. It sounded more like: hiiiii..., and he still smiled that friendly smile as if he was happy to see the Jedi.

'Why the threats?' Balion then asked, and he sounded a little disappointed this time. He still smiled though. 'Revvie-boy, why the threats, man? We're here to party, ain't we? I thought you guys would bring the baloons! See, I even brought a party-mask!' He held up his mask to show it to the Jedi. His smile became a pout.

'I looked forward to come here and dance the boogie-woogie with you all, but then you come here with ignited lightsabers and you want to kill me! That hurts, Rev-man, that hurts a lot.' He pressed his left hand to his chest, over his heart.

'Now, I could tell you the same, right? Surrender or fall by my blade... blablabla... But instead I'll tell you this, dude. You can't kill me. The youngster over there,' he pointed to Adam Delenzik, 'can't kill me either. Why? Because we're not gonna fight. I'm not gonna fight you, Rev-to-the-max, and I'm not gonna fight you, Delenzik-junior. No, I'm not going to. You blokes ain't gonna fight me, either. You see,' Balion licked his lips before continuing, 'if we would duel here and now, then I can't set your monastery ablaze. Because, you know... Every party needs a bit of fireworks, right? Woo-hahahahaha!!'—his cackle sounded so evil; so wicked, that most people would suddenly feel cold and fearful.

'Now, first of all, I have this little token.' Balion held out his mask. 'One of you peeps may have it. Revster? Do you want it, bro? Do you want to wear my mask? Or perhaps you, Delenzikkie-dickie? Hm? Who wants my mask? First come, first serve, gents! WHO WANTS THE KRIFFING MASK!? WAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!'
 

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Rev's eyes traced over the man's face that once wore the mask. The cold words he spoke meant nothing to him, and as such had the same effect on the former Grandmasters will. Balion's "humor" was met with nothing but a blank stare and silence, in the mind of the elder Jedi, it was no time for jokes.

"Do you want to wear my mask?"


The words almost brought the Jedi Master to laughter, a smile slightly growing at the corners of his mouth. The soft chuckle he would eventually let out was not with the poor fool, but at him. They were all the same, the Bogan. Fools letting their arrogance breed them into mindless drones, their ego taking hold of them and their inevitable failure would only soon follow.

"..if you came to party my friend... Let me be the first to ask you to dance."

At the close of his words Rev would conjure to his left hand a Force Blast unlike anything any of the Bogan before him could have ever felt. The wave of Force Energy would explode from the Jedi Master's hand headed right at the crowd of Acolytes and Crusaders, Balion the prime target. It was as if a wall of concrete had been sent from Ultor's hand, an unstoppable force waiting to met with resistance. To some the attack would break bones and others simply send them sailing; Alderaan's terrain would take care of them.

This blunt attack was typically against the ways of most Jedi, but Rev knew the ways of the Bogan. His wife had been taken by them, his son as well. He'd give them no chance to continue their taint on these most sacred of grounds. The Force Push would hopefully put a greater distance between himself and the slew of enemies; one that would better prepare not only himself, but his fellow Jedi for what was to come.
 

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He watched as the jedi showed how much power he actually had...he hated to admit it, but he was slightly impressed. These scum would not last though...it may be their home field, but A-21 had faith in the Bogan. He had seen their power demonstrated several times, and he was sure that today would be another prime example of their true power. A-21 waited to see how Bogan would react to the jedi's powerful opening move. He unslung his Sniper Rifle though, and loaded it, aiming at the master himself, waiting for the fight to begin.
 

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*Outside the main gates of the Jedi Temple the Empire's Imperial Legionnaires and the Republic's Marine Corps were locked in an intense grapple for the control of the main entrance. While the Marines were the elite of the Republic's fighting force and vehemently reisting the advance of the Empire's forces. The Imperial Legions had the crushing weight of numbers on their side and a Bogan Acolyte that was thoroughly enjoying the carnage surrounding him.*

*Kevor may not have gotten much training before accompanying the rest of the invasion force to Alderaan, but he had learned enough to be a very real danger to those non-users of the Force. His violent blade hummed as he swung through the air. Blaster bolts being deflected this way and that. He supposed that with more training he would be able to manage deflecting blaster bolts right back at those who were foolish enough to fire upon him, but as of now he other ways to silencing the Marines who defied the strength of the Empire. The dark power of the Force swirled around him and negative emotions spawned by the battle around him only fed into his power.*

*That dark power flowed inward, building within his right hand. He drew his right arm back as though readying a punch and swung it forword, palm open. The gathered dark energy exploded outward with cannon ball-like force. The closest squad of Marines were knocked clean from their feet and a burst of fire from his own Imperial forces ensured that this group would not rise to continue the fight. The Acolyte's attention turned now to the next nearest formation of Marine resistance. He advanced upon it. A platoon of Legionnaires rallying to his sides and covering his back as the Empire's forces slogged their way ever closer to the main gates.*
 

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Balion Thorne, The Bogan of the Bogan Empire—whatever that was supposed to mean since they had no kriffing emperor—reached out his left hand (the hand in which he didn't hold the mask). The blast Rev had unleashed only seconds ago didn't hit Balion, but instead it was as if it went around the Bogan. Balion's cape danced a violent dance and his hair was blown up, but the blast didn't do any damage at all. Some of the Dark Jedi of the strike team did get hit though, but the Bogan didn't really pay much attention to that. It was not like he didn't care for his men, it was just that there were a few more important things going on here.

The Bogan let his left arm fall back to his side and at the same time he tossed his party-mask aside, nonchalantly, as if it didn't hold any value at all. He took his time to fix his robe and his hair and then looked back to Rev.

'O, boy...' he said, 'why so serious?'

He chortled and then looked at the temple that was behind Rev, as if Rev wasn't there... as if he lost all interested in the former Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. He looked at the temple with a wicked look in his eyes, a look that said: o, I'd looooove to set that cute 'lil building ablaze!

'Okay,' he said to no one in particular, but he looked back to Rev Ultor so it looked like he was talking to the former Grandmaster, but in fact he was addressing all of the Jedi before him. 'Lemme just speak for a moment. Because... you see... Things are getting a tad complicated right now. First the Revster tells me to surrender, or I'll fall by his blade—whatever the heck that's supposed to mean—and I haven't even answered the question or he unleashes his almighty, awesome powers on me and my friendly friends. It's a bit... harsh, actually.'

The Bogan was fully aware that Rev Ultor was looking for a fight and that he might be annoying his opponents by just continuing to talk.

'So, this is what we're gonna do, gents. You peeps,' he gestured with his right hand towards the group of Jedi, 'are going to stay right here to enjoy this nice party. I dunno, maybe chat with each other for a bit. My friends over here,' he pointed with the thumb of his right hand over his shoulder to the strike team behind him, 'will do the same. Then, Rev and I are going to walk away from the party to have a chat—or a dance, if Rev really wants that—in private. Of course it's logical that Revvie and I are gonna take our sabers with us, 'cause if Revvie wants to dance we'll need them. But,' he lifted the index finger of his right hand, as if he just got a brilliant idea, 'I don't want any of you ****ing idiots to follow the two of us. I'm asking Rev here on a date, yo, and I've reserved a table for two. Not... twenty-thousand. That's my ruling, and that's how we're gonna do it. If any of you peeps don't agree, then I'll tell you this in advance: don't give me your opinion 'cause you know where you can stick it. Come Rev, darling,' he finished, 'let's be off.'

Balion turned and walked away from the group, to an open terrain up ahead. If Rev would be such a jackass to attack him from behind, Balion would react accordingly. But the Jedi—or rather; ex-Jedi—had to understand that not everything could be solved through combat. Sometimes, one had to be able to summon the courage to engage his or her opponents in conversation, instead of combat.

Yea... sometimes.

O, but friendly friends; Balion knew full well that this day would end in bloodshed. He knew this, because it was written in the stars. He'd seen it in the way the stars twinkled one night ago, and the dark man failed to suppress a sly smile.

(tee-hee)
 

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The tiny Jedi regarded Ajoc with a look mixed of pity and disgust. To his eyes, he saw a weak creature without the strength of will to accept that there was always someone who could, who would surpass you. That there was always someone more cunning and ambitious...that there were Jedi who could perch on the razor's edge and not fall.

"Then, clearly," he said in response to the fallen Jedi's short speech, "everything I said about you, felt about you and suspected of you was correct. You had not the strength of conviction to even deal with the minor pain and frustration that come from those who play these political games better than you."

Seamus's hard face twisted into a mocking sneer.

"Poor Ajoc, nobody loves him, nobody wants him, nobody needs him."

With a sibilant hiss, Seamus' ice blue lightsaber hissed to life as he gathered the Force to himself; in his mind's eye his power was a fog. thick and heavy, of doubt. With a twist of his will, the Jedi Master of Alderaan threw that fog into Ajoc's mind.

"Are you ready?" he asked, twisting the knife.
 

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Judicar strode forward, his gaze scanning the growing crowd of appearing Jedi. A short human caught his eye, standing maybe fifteen meters from the Bogan strike team with his blue saber ignited at his side. Judicar stretched out with the Force and instantly recognized a power roiling within the young male, possibly even of Master strength. Judicar sought him out directly, taking a stand two yards to the left of the Bogan.

His eyes locked onto the face of the human. The man's face almost radiated with the light side; this man was an active conduit of the Force, something to be respected, but not feared. Judicar drew himself up to his full height, casting a large shadow in the thick jungle undergrowth. His powerful 6'7" frame granted him considerable strength, and he watched with curiousity as the Bogan of their Order called out to both the challenging Jedi, his name apparently Rev, and the younger man, Delenzik.

Judicar's striking blue eyes glinted with challenge as he eyed the Jedi. This was what Judicar had trained for his entire life, the culmination of his struggles. He broke his defensive stance, twirling his lightsaber at his side.

"Step aside, scum," Judicar spat at the Jedi. Defiance gleamed bright in his eyes. During his time as a Bogan and with exceptional teaching from his Master he had become a skilled practitioner of Dun Möch, an ancient technique used in conjunction with lightsaber combat to defeat an enemy not only in the physical but also in the mind. "You have blotted the map long enough; now let your Temple burn."
 

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The bigger they are the harder they fall.

Adam's equally short father had told him those exact words just shy of two decades prior to today, right after Adam asked how a man as short as Robert did so well in the military. He turned to face the massive Bogan facing him from roughly two meters away and his glowing blue eyes locked onto the Bogan's own orbs. A female voice from his military days played off in his head.


"Target acquired, weapons hot."

The Force pulsated through Adam's left hand as he took up a defensive stance facing the newcomer, his lightsaber held vertically parallel to his face with his right hand and his left hand charged with Force energy. His voice sounded different, almost angelic with the Light Side flowing so strongly through him, as he spoke to the man before him.

"You're better then this. You only seek the eradication of the Jedi because it is easier for you to accept evil than to fight it. You're a beast and a slave to the Dark Side. Say what you will, but we both know it is true. Go ahead, try to burn the temple down but it won't make up for the gaping hole in your soul. Come, bring your assault, I know you're practically salivating at the opportunity to end the life of a Jedi."

Adam paused for but a few seconds to let the words drive home.

"I will end you today, you wicked and pathetic excuse of a man."
 
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