[Open] Illusions and blood

[Kazuya]

Melhi was a familiar figure in the halls of the Academy on Korriban with the multiple classes that he had taken there, and the trainings he had done. He was fairly certain that most would recognize him, at least as a familiar face there, unless of course they were brand new to the ranks of the Sith. His arms folded behind his back as per usual, he walked through the halls, passing through the other figures with ease, not touching a single one of them with even a brush of fabric as he moved towards the room that he generally trained in.

A silent wraith amongst quite a few boisterous young sith as he moved to the training room that he had become most accustomed to. As he entered he left the door open so that if anyone should want to join him they could. It was always interesting to train with others if they could give him some sort of experience, or perhaps he could help them to gain their own experience. Of course there were bad sides to inviting other people as well. One time, an opponent who he had been sparring with had attempted to steal his lightsaber right off of his belt; he had nearly killed the boy for it. He didn’t accept foolishness of that sort from any Sith, particularly from weaker ones.

The Elomin let out a sigh and bushed a hand against a crack in the stone wall where he had sent a pebble crashing into it by the door then flipped to the opposite side of the circular room, stretching his muscles before sitting on the floor against the wall. He unclipped his lightsabers from his belt laying them in front of him and began to meditate, closing his eyes and delving into feeling the force. He pulled at four of the multiple throwing daggers that he had hidden in his cloak and raised them with the force to circle just above the blades. Using his daggers with the force like he was, was something that he loved doing in addition to his sabers when in battle. They drew more blood.

However, the experienced acolyte was going to go a step farther than just circling the daggers around his head while he meditated. He wrapped it around himself, his figure fading into the background as he did so as if he wasn’t actually in the room. Without a careful eye and understanding of the force, Melhi has all but disappeared and there were simply two lightsabers, one obviously meant for a child’s use than a full grown sith, though it still served the same purpose, sitting on the far side of the room with four throwing daggers spinning above them.

 

[Black Noise]

Forlorn breathed in deeply, she was beginning to get used to Korriban. Something had taken over her here, a darkness, it fed her insanity, gave it strength. She couldn't say she didn't love it, but nor could she say she liked it. It was an addiction, something to be fed, or broken of, or lost to completely. She wasn't too recognizable in the temple, but everytime someone gave her a side glance of disgust, she hit them in the chest, breaking ribs.

Approaching a training room, she stopped outside and looked in. Drawing out her new, reenforced vibroblade in her right hand, she smiled. It wasn't the smile of one consumed by darkness, rather, it was the smile of one who simply loved fighting. Nodding to the strange being already inside the training room, she stepped in herself.

Flourishing her saber, she beckoned him to come at her. She wanted to duel, and assumed this Sith wanted the same.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch teetered around the place like a child, still as young, fickle, and scared as ever. The jitering Jawa had been invited into this place by Melhi. Though he didn't know why. Bus someone else stood there as well, a flourished saber, a drawn as Melhi was in soft meditation. Snikch couldn't help but smile but entering the training hall the Crusader turned and closed the door behind him, hiding and cloaking only some of his force sensitivity, adding to the illusion of his weakness. The jittering childlike creature moved slowly and carefully. He was tinkering with what seemed to be a lightsaber hilt, but it was far too large to be used in ones hands. It had a power adaptor at the end, as if it were to be held by a power coupling. And it was his own handspan across in width. He continued to tinker with the parts but looking up at them he jolted back.

I-I'm so sorry, have i interrupted something masters? He bowed low and repeatedly, once after the other, four times in total retreating toward the door he had already locked. His back bumping up against it as he looked from side to side, slightly panicking a little. Snikch's guise, as always was perfect. Without a crack or seem within it that could be seen even by his multiple masters.

 

[Kazuya]

Melhi blinked as a girl walked in, looking at her for a moment then dropping his illusions, and the levitating daggers which fell with a soft clatter to the floor around his saber. Frowning a little he picked each of the daggers up, and slipped them back into his robes while watching her all the while, the drawn saber catching his gaze, locking on to it.

“A bit quick to the draw aren’t we?” He asked picking up his lightsabers as he stood, and looking at the second person who entered the training room, this time entering closing the door and locking it. This made Melhi grin quite callously. “Late again, Snikch. You make a very bad habit of that.” He looked back to Forlorn, igniting his smaller green saber, putting the other back on his belt, then stepped forward and tapped hers with his, rolling his eyes at Snikch’s antics.

“Snikch, don’t be stupid.” Melhi sneered at the Jawa who was once again acting like that pathetic jittering thing again. The Elomin had been one of the few to see what that Jawa could actually be like, though he didn’t intend to show it. The crusader was an interesting thing, and it offered Melhi entertainment though it was annoying. It annoyed Melhi to the very core, though he did enjoy the fear that he could feed on from the Jawa.

 

[Black Noise]

The second after Melhi finished speaking and tapped Forlorn's blade, the girl flew forward. She fueled a passive Force Speed into her legs, greatly increasing her already fast body, and swung her blade at Mehli's midsection. Forlorn's mechanical arm, which held her blade, could put over 500 lbs of force and pressure behind every swing. If Mehli attempted to block her head on, no matter his physical strength and Force strength, he would be thrown back at best. At worst, his blocking saber would snap back and dig into his own body.

That was only if Mehli blocked. If he dodged he might escape unharmed.

 

[Orphen]

Snikch stood back, not quite sure what to make of this entire event, was he meant to join in the fight, defend Melhi, kill them both? no matter what rushed through his head he couldn't help but wonder why Melhi had asked for him to come here in the first place. However, as an added precaution he drew his saberstaff, though not plugging it into the portable power core on his person. The newly insulated nature of his weapon and his tail made them nearingly immune to the effects of electro magnetic pulses... Though he highly doubted that the Arm of the girl would indeed be as proofed.

Snikch primed the grenade, though did not begin the countdown as he wrapped himself within the folds of the force disappearing from sight, both of the physical and the mental plane of existence. Intil something would be lobbed between them, the primed emp would detonate with a loud fizz as the wireless electronic systems around the room would fizzle, and ciese to work, including unprotected lightsabers. EMP grenades, such a powerful tool. Snikch however, now had to plug in his blade to an external powersource. The Emp effecting the small powercell within the weapon. Though not attacking, he would find it increadibly funny if both of their sabers would shut down at the effects of the tactical grenade. Though he didn't use this chance to attack. If their weapons shut down. They would be forced to enter CqC, or resort to their power of the force.

Both would potentially tire them out much faster than the clashing of weightless blades.