Recent content by Rbatt

Rbatt wouldn't comprehend much of what was happening, his body filled with odd mixtures of inflicted pain, then healing, then pressure and more pain. Parts of his lobbed off, and stumps burned.. this was torture no doubt, the hands of a Sith were never clean, their minds the same... He would no...

Rbatt had bought himself a momentary reprieve from the torture, but with little else to offer he was not able to make it last, as his enemy once again set upping him, the ends of his limbs set alight with fire and pain, searing pain.. Rbatt would scream out and cry and beg, his barking voice not...

Rbatt's lack of screaming up until this point hadn't been an act of stubbornness, he had simply been separated from his worldly feelings... but this... this was different entirely.. Kayden had begun peeling Rbatt's face from his skull, he felt the blade slip into his skin and the prying start...

Kayden's psychotic game with Rbatt was probably minutes, but his head rush and the teeter toddering between consciousness and blackness made his concept of time skewed. Don't sleep yet! Kayden's voice snapped Rbatt back for a moment before he started bring up long dead famous jedi, it's not too...

Rbatt's consciousness was slipping, he wasn't sure how, but he was now laying beneath his own ship. The haze and blur of life around him flashing in bursts of colours not unfamiliar to him. In the distance a proton torpedo exploded, the other side must have had a clear shot and fired it ahead...

Rbatt's knees hit the sand, his severed arm landing a few feet away his last saber clutched in now foreign hand that seemed to familiar to Rbatt.. his head swirled, the sudden dead end of veins and arteries that used to run through his right arm now backing all his blood up to other areas of his...

Rbatt groaned and grunted as he beckoned the force to push this oddly coloured lightning into a single point that he could block with his lightsaber.. Unfortunately the unpredictability of such an element would result in multiple wisps of it randomly diverging and burning their way up Rbatt's...

Finally his opponent had started to play Rbatt's game, a few more steps backward before he loosed his saber.. Rbatt grabbed the hilt with shot it like a cannon into the blackness.. sweat beading and dripping down his covered forehead, if Rbatt had had two hands the man's saber would have been in...

Timing was unfortunate, but before the last grain of sand even returned to the ground Rbatt found himself face to face with the man once again. A quiet disgruntled groan left Rbatt's throat. The pain in his left hand starting to subside, probably adrenaline pushing the feeling away.. Kayden...

Rbatt watched, but focused elsewhere, as his opponent knocked some of the logs out of the air, and batted down a few more with his saber. Rbatt was busy reaching through the force, the ships systems were mostly online now, and finally the engines began to whurr to life, the onboard computers...

Rbatt felt the release of the resistance in his right hand, and spotted the flurry as it was coming down hard at him, speed and strength of will paled as he pulled his arm back in, but not before the red light dug into, then through, his left hand.. his left handed saber fell to the ground...

It wasn't so much as confusion as it was sympathy that filled Rbatt's mind, the chaos that was erupting and spilling out of his opponent was surely hard to handle.. Nonetheless, this animal before him had likely terrorized parts of the galaxy, and needed to be removed from its existence...

Rbatt's breath was steady as he surveyed the stranger, though his heart began to beat ever harder as the wave of tension clumsily fell upon them. It was awkward at first, light and dark touching boundaries usually erupted in flashes of red and colours quickly, this though seemed to be delayed...

Rbatt hadn't been expecting company, it was rare that someone would among the dunes in the vast blackness of a tattooine night, the planet may have been populated, but teaming with life isn't exactly a description anyone would use for the sandy wastes.. The voice in the darkness called out not...

Tattooine Rbatt sat next to his fire, it popped and cracked as it's flames whipped upwards softly every so often. Behind him not ten feet sat his Kihraxz, cold and powered down for now. The well known scalding sands of Tattooine lost much of their warmth at night, and paired with the pitch...