The Mythos of Dynasia

[Flamjetxx]

"Monstrous creatures..." the man sniffles with a choked up sound in the deep of his voice, "They protect it, and I knew I had to leave right there and then," he looks away from the psychologist towards the window of his recovery room. Right next to him, his shackled wrist clanks against the rail of the bed frame, reminding him how crazy he must sound. He could feel how disturbed he was though, and they were right to analyze his mental state. He most certainly couldn't.

"It was supposed to be in and out in a flash. I'm no Jedi, but I felt something in there. It was dark... cold... unforgiving. I almost seemed like revenge. It drew me in; Curse my own curiosity. Ironically, it was my crew that wanted us to turn back, but it was the Captain that had my back in allowing me to push the search deeper into the space station. The deeper we went, the stronger it felt, and the more I yearned for it... uncontrollably. I couldn't turn back, even if I wanted to. And for the captain, and key members of the crew, there was profit that needed to be made, in order for this trip to be worth it. Hell, it was enough of a risk getting in there, with asteroids coming in every which way. The nav systems must have malfunctioned, and told us that it was as safe as open space, but anyone with eyes would have known better," As he continues on with the story, the doctors and nurse coming in and out of the room, checking vitals and such, you could tell they became enthralled with the story.

A tear rolls down the sideways cheek of the pilot as his mind drifts into the next portion of his story. The nurse that faced him paused a moment over him as the patient's eyes shut tightly as if attempting to forget it, but forced himself to recall instead. The pain was visible on his face as he pushed his emotions through the story with a shutter, "Aah, there was something about the place that brought out the worst in you. I was once a decorated pilot before joining that... crew. But inside of that place, I felt anger. I resented my crew for everything. I don't know how to explain it, but it seemed like I regressed into a childish state, where everything that went wrong in my life was my crew's fault. And I could tell that they felt it too. Well... some of the anyway. Some of them remained normal, but I could almost taste the bitterness from the rest of them. I could see the way they looked at the rest of them, and me. It wasn't long before we started pointing fingers at each other. We fought, we argued, and I can distinctly remember our voices echoing down the empty halls."

"And when we were all ripe and nasty with each other, it happened. Scratching... oh such horrible scratching. It was unbearable, and we could all hear it. So distant at first, but it certainly shut us up quickly. It was like something out of a horror story. We could all feel our hearts leaping out of our chests, and we knew that there was something in the dark that was watching us. At first, the scratching was feint and distant, but as we began to walk away from it, it seemed to grow louder, more numerous, and it felt closer. It sounded closer, yes, but it felt closer all the easier to sense it. As I said before, I'm no Jedi, but I know I could sense it!" The emotion returned to his voice at full throttle as he began to talk louder, as if the sound of the scratching was at the depths of his thoughts.

The doctors and psychologist all together were too enthralled with the story to even notice the Forte in his voice, but rather struck defensive poses all together as they stood nearly frozen in their tracks, doing nothing they were supposed to be. Didn't they have places to be? "It was only too late that we realized we were being herded, and to where we couldn't have possibly known, but I was certain that I didn't want to know. And without warning the rest, I broke off from them, hoping that the creatures would follow them instead. All the while, we were engulfed I fear, and didn't even see their eyes blink once in the piercing darkness. The most horrible thing in the galaxy is being hunted, and not being able to see what is hunting you," he couldn't help, but to shudder at the statement before continuing, "I don't even recall how I got there, but me and the few that broke off with me managed to find our way into a chamber. It was oddly tranquil, illuminated, and I hoped for some god-like being to descend from the light, and tell me it was all going to be alright. For all I knew, the chamber could have been hidden, or in plain view, but there didn't seem to b anything in it apart from the lone statue in the center of the room. I didn't recognize him, but I sure as hell recognized that he was wielding a lightsaber. It's too bad that it was a statue too, because it wasn't able to distinguish whether it was Sith or Jedi, or even some other swordsman. But the plaque beneath the statue seemed to regard him highly from what I could make out of the writing, before I was distracted. He was some sort of hero; It looked like it anyway by his triumphant pose over the rest of the room, standing in the center of the room underneath the only light available."

His eyes seemed to return to normal as they regained their shorter distanced gaze out the bright twilight window, "And almost as if I thought I could be safe, the scratching seemed to find us. Some of s tried to cling to each other, and others pushed each other away. I pushed her. At the time, I felt like it was every man for himself. I pushed her unnecessarily hard though, as if I knew that the light would flicker over her. And I had my eyes on her the entire time. As if the darkness ate her whole, the scratching resumed like it was right inside of my ear, only just long enough for the lights to return only a fraction of a second later, but without here there. My heart, stomach, and everything else they were attached to sunk at that moment. We screamed. I didn't even know I had it in me to do it, but... I... screamed. Again, another flash, and another gone. before I knew it, I was the only one left in a lit room with clicking echoing everywhere. it was only a moment longer before the lights flashed again..."
*Sniffle*
A long silence proceeded, and anxiety filled the listeners. It almost seemed like an impossible situation in which the listeners needed to know how he escaped.

With a dry-sounded opening of his mouth, the psychologist attempted to provoke the answer from him with a solemn sound to him that made it seem like he was attempting to be more professional than the little boy that he was.. enthralled with a myth.

"I... I don't know. All I can remember is collapsing on the ground to face the statue. And at its base, I saw something more beautiful than anything else I've ever seen. I didn't know what it was, and I don't even know what I did after I reached out to touch it. All I can remember is being pulled out of my crashed ship in a daze. I know that I didn't bring any of my crew with me, but I knew they were alive. I didn't know how, but I could feel that they were all still alive. I don't even know how I could navigate the asteroid field in such an impaired state..."

"I think that will be all for today. Get some rest," the doc said, stepping in an ushering out everyone else.
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Duel: Non-Death, Non-Capture, Story Involved
Participants: Arkteleus Krayzen, Triton Octave, Anthoni

The Mythos of Dynasia​

After hearing of the relocation of the 'Dynasia' Space Station, and it's secrets, Ark couldn't help but to explore the notion of the space station actually holding something valuable inside. Of 'course, the Sith Crusader managed to hear it third hand; Someone that knew someone else, that knew he individual that heard the story directly from the lips of the pilot... Playing the telephone game seemed to get a few facts mixed up, and hearing about ghosts inhabiting the space station didn't necessarily sound realistic enough. The research that followed though... It was weeks of looking up the former inhabitants' children and grandchildren that once lived on the space station before its evacuation. Each family seemed to have a different story for why they were kicked off the space station. A whim, a flurry of crazy tat seemed to wash over the locals, an illness... The true facts seemed to be lost in the century that the space station was gone. However, every story had some things in common. Every story ad some sort of monster in the closet, and every story had a great treasure described.

The real mystery was how it had become hidden in the first place, only to be miraculously rediscovered again so long ago. There had been the rare accounts of pirates or space travelers accidentally stumbling upon it, but no account until now had been accurate enough to follow the treasure trail to the precise asteroid field that it was hidden within. The accuracy is found in the fact that the mere details of the directions were too much to ignore. Ark cold almost picture it in his own head, when poking around the head of the man that divulged the directions.

A Red Dwarf sun, and asteroid field that seemed to surround that sun, and in the depths of the field, overlooking the Red Sun, was the space station. Massive beyond comprehension, it almost seemed as if there was no real reason why the station was evacuated after being able to hold a half a billion people, housing them, allowing them to work, trade, and live along a hyperspace way. Then what had sent the station into hiding, and apparently upon its own will, since the time it had disappeared, it was supposed to be evacuated. If there was anything irresistible to Ark, it was curiosity. Even is he wasn't a Kushari, he would have been Forced to find out for himself. What exactly was behind this mystery? What is the Mythos of Dynasia?

Attaining the coordinates, the directions, every ounce of information on how to get there, the stories of what happened, the accounts of what the rare few travelers found on the space station, and all of the Lore on Dystasia, it seemed that half the adventure was getting there. But with everything Ark had found out in his meticulous interrogations and relentless researching, the stories had essentially become the Legend. Ark even began to wonder, is this place too much to be real? Often times, when too many stories of the same event or place turn out to be so vastly different, it is not true. It could have simply been the imaginations of a weary traveler... but then, it begs the question, where is that poor pilot's crew?

The research Ark dug up on him, brought to his attention tat the crew he'd worked with was 20 strong. Pirates. Thieves of space. They never distinguished between the supply lines of Rebel nor Empire. Loot was loot, and it was likely that these pirates, whatever happened to them, they deserved it. But deserve it or not, it is one leaf of truth on the entire tree of myths. Could it be possible that the space station in fact exists?

Ark's ship comes to the asteroid field that seems to nearly completely engulf the entire sun within. Unfortunately, the sun, a Red Dwarf, if it does indeed exist, couldn't be seen from outside of the cluster of giant rocks. At the edge of the belt, beacons. They indicate that navigation systems would malfunction within the field. Another leaf. Things were seeming to fall together, like pieces of a puzzle. Ark, boldly pushes forward, the Force screaming at him.

Nervous, not for the piloting skills he lacked to naturally navigate the asteroid belt. Ark had the Force for that. But rather, the Force screamed at him, because it knew they were getting closer. All along the journey, the stories called out to Ark, not only provoking his curiosity, but they dug at something deeper than that, something uncommonly emotional for Ark. Creatures of death, guardians of treasure, and an unknown threat. Was Ark actively seeking his own demise? Why seek out such dangers? Ark, of 'course, was never truly afraid of death, actively seeking out fights from the earliest stages of his career as a Sith, but this was different. There was no real reason for hi to be there. Everything leading up to it would lead any sane man to believe that the threat present on Dynasia was incapable of being fought. The prospect for a treasure was quite slim, but certainly attractive, but it didn't seem to be the reason Ark was drawn to Dynasia. Why was he there? It wasn't curiosity alone, was it? No, it was the Force, an inexplicable pull o his very soul. Ark was compelled to go to Dynasia, whether he wanted to go or not.

And suddenly, there it was. The lone hunk of metal, larger than many of the surrounding asteroids, but seeming to move in unison with the orbit of the rest of the rocks. It was hovering in front of the deep red glow of a dying sun. The Red Dwarf sun previously described. It was real. As Ark got to the station, something deeply rooted within the station seemed to whisper to him like the roar of a wompa. It was meant to be hushed, but it yelled at him with an intensity that was ignorable. It was something disturbed, but not recognizable to a dark sider. If Ark hadn't spent his entire life amongst Dark Siders of the Force, Ark might have easily mistaken it as a Dark Side Aura that shrouded the Space Station. This, however, was neither dark nor light, nor any other shade. It seemed to be more of a Force signature than anything else, distinguishing emotions like pain or despair. It was unsettling to say the least, and it flattened his ears to his head at it rly overwhelmingly Forced itself on Ark as he docked in a lateral port within a dark crevice of the station. Ark didn't need his ship becoming toxic with the excessive radiation exerted by the Red Dwarf.

Sitting in his ship, Ark neglected to power it down, but rather to link it into the systems of the space station. Scanners began to look for life, and nearby were already about 7 life forces picked up on the scanner. they were on the floor below where Ark docked, but it would be an incredibly short walk to them. The only real question is who, or what, he'd find when he got there. Fiddling with the controls on his console, he read that the power levels of the space station were well above normal, filled to capacity. Having life support systems on minimal, not expecting to sustain any life. But unfortunately, Ark couldn't turn them on from his ship, but the space station easily had enough to support a dozen men for several years... If they could find food anyway.

Officially, it had been a month since the pilot had returned from the Space Station, which was more than enough time for the Legend to form, but it was too much time to go without food. It wasn't too likely these life forms were his former crewmates, unless they had some source of food with them. Unsealing the ort, the hiss of decompression, and equalizing atmospheres meld, as the ship opens up into the next room. Because of the excessive levels of power available, Ark shuts down his own systems to leech off of the power sources available to any ship upon docking, would the station have been active. Patting his armor and hips for his lightsabers, Ark checks that he is fully equipped before disembarking the ship. Beckoning to his side, an Astro-Mech rolls up to his side with a whistle and a light illuminating the darkness they walk into, as Ark adopts a sarcastic tone for himself, "Welcome to Dystasia."

 

[Mr.BossMan]

"Please, you have to find my baby."

The woman begged. Anthoni couldn't say how many times she's said that one sentence. Mistaking Anthoni for some rescuer, some hero. But the money was good, to good, and Anthoni pitied the poor soul. The woman was nearly forty but she looked almost sixty. Her hair was unkept, and graying, her skin was growing wrinkles rapidly. And her small pale hands were shaking as she held Anthoni's, trying to plead to the young Dark Jedi.

Apparently this woman was on vacation with her husband and her daughter, Nichole. Everything was going great until a band of pirates raided their ship, brutally murdered the husband, and kidnapped the daughter to hold as ransom. Which then enters Anthoni.

A pilot, of a band of Pirates, was said to be the soul survivor of a haunted space station. So naturally Anthoni would start there. This space station had quite the reputation though, it's massive in scale. It can nearly hold half a billion people. And it is completely abandoned. Now this surviving Pilot, was said to completely loose his mind. Rambling on and on about "scratching" and some statue. And how he could sense a darkness.

Anthoni couldn't help but laugh every time he heard the story. What people will say to get out of trouble.

In no time however, Anthoni was near the astroid belt that circled the Red Dwarf and the fabled Space Station. The ship he was using however was not his, curtesy of his employer, but she ran smoothly. The ship had room for only two people, the Pilot Anthoni, and The mission, Nichole.

Navigating the asteroid belt was fairly easy work. Anthoni himself was no master pilot but he did have the force on his side. It was almost as if he knew where to go, before he knew where to go. His muscles just forced His body to move and he obeyed. Upon reaching the station he found a port entrance and docked his ship there.

Almost instantly upon exciting his craft Anthoni felt it.

A terrible sensation of pain and despair. Anthoni has felt something similar, when he was tortured on Korriban by the Sith Erica Ra'Kul. When that had happened, he knew true pain and despair.

But this it was as if he was constantly being pushed to something, some Darkness. It was a gentle push and he had a feeling it would lead deeper into the space station. At that moment Anthoni questioned why he was here, this Girl was dead. Its been four months since she was taken one month since her captor landed here. With no food she would die surely, but maybe she wasn't dead.

Anthoni let out a sharp exhale, then continued to walk. Remembering the docking bay he landed on, he formulated a plan. Find some camras and see where the hell eveyone was.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton had been meditation on the cold and harsh planet of Karvoss, with the Matukai temple there it just made sense to the warrior to spend some time with his family. Looking around he stood alone in the meditative chamber with nothing but his Wan-Shen, he wore his white robes though it full of sweat from standing still on the Wan-Shen using just one hand and the force to keep himself steady. Taking several deep breaths the warrior began to do go down an doing a handstand pushup, using the force to increase his strength, the warrior would continue until a knock on the door distracted him. Using all his strength with the aid of the force, the warrior push himself off the staff doing a summersault and landing on his feet, and turned to the door.

"Enter." Was all Triton said he was once a more energetic and fun young man but losing his arm took that away from him.

A small young boy dressed in the same white robes walked in, looking a bit scared, considering the scars on the warriors face, given to him by a over grown Cat with issues the warrior knew he was a scary man. Looking down at the child, Triton decided he shouldn't be trying to scary the poor kid and gave him a small smile and went down bending his knees as far as possible without falling down.

"How might I help you, friend?" Triton asked hoping too get whatever reason the kid was here out quickly, the boy straighten himself and putting up a mask of courage, the young man was impressed the Matukai were good teachers even to the young.

"T-the elders have a task for you, Mr. Octave." The boy said laughing a bit at how formal the kid was being the warrior decided that he should try and help the poor kid out.

"No need for formality to your family, my young friend, but what is the task the elders have for me?" Triton said hoping to ease the worry the kid was clearly trying to hide.

"They want you to go to a space station supposedly its haunted or something, they want you to figure out what it is and if it is connected to the dark side destroy it." The young boy said more relaxed now, smiling Triton shacked the kids head messing up his hair.

"Guess I need to head to the hanger?" Triton asked an the kid just smile and nodded happy to see he did his duty.

Walking with a new purpose the warrior grabbed the Warskin from his from and his Wan-Shen an walked into the hanger, where a shuttle was waiting and ready for him, a pilot ready to take the warrior to the supposed station. Though the pilot didn't seem to keen on coming he knew that it was his duty and couldn't get out of it, Triton could already tell this would be a interesting mission.

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Later that day:

Triton had arrived to where the station was, the pilot told him much of the history and lore of the station even if it was only just hearsay. Triton watch as the old ship fly into the station barely able to get through the flying rocks the size of star ships, if the force wasn't with them they would surely have been destroyed. Finally getting though the pilot told Triton the scanners picked up two other ships that flow into the station, whoever they were Triton realized he was late to the party, letting the force flow through him. The warrior began to get ready for departure the pilot said he would be within range of a communicator that the pilot gave him, so whenever Triton was ready he could be picked up.

Exiting the station it was clear that whatever happened here was dark though not like the darkside he has sensed before, whatever happened here was not natural and most likely required the swift actions of the light. Something Triton would provide. Once his boots touch the station did the sensation truly hit him, shaking his head Triton could see why no one came here anymore, the pain even a none force user could feel was too much for any mortal to experience. Thankfully Triton was trained for one thing to let go of his mortal ties and be a weapon of the light.

"Two ships docked below me, guess I should start there." Triton would begin to enter the hallway and find a way down, if there was a way that was.

 

[Flamjetxx]

Sensing the other two Force signatures was something of white noise to Ark. Sure, they were there, and he knew they were there, but they seemed to be drowned out by what was really pulling his attentions. Ark didn't even pay any attentions to the fact that he recognized one of the Force Signatures as the light sider he'd fought against not too long ago. The life forms scanned nearby were feint blips on the radar of the Force, which is surprising considering how few life forms there seemed to be on the space station, one would ordinarily be able to pick them up as if beacons in pitch black.

Ark's paces were swift and deliberate, as if stalking. Every sound was magnified by the emptiness of the halls, and when the two subsequent ships found places to dock, the metallic clanks echoed oh so faintly through the very floors; Ark wondered that if he weren't who he was, a Force Sensitive Kushari, whether he would have even been able to pick up the docking clanks. Regardless, it was a reminder that he wasn't exactly alone. Whether they followed his hyperspace trail, or if they came upon their own means, it wasn't just a coincidence. It was the Force. It were the stories that manifested and spread like wildfire amongst the surrounding systems that became so alluring. There were a finite amount of possibilities that would bring the three of them there in such a short period of time, as if clockwork. However, it was Ark who arrived first. Thankfully, Ark had docked before any other ships made it out of the navigation numbing asteroid belt, and leeching off of the Space Station's power and hiding his ship amongst the many others docked would be well enough not to be able to locate it. Ark could assume that the frequent solar flares coming from the Red Dwarf would erase any remnants of a clear trail as to the exact corner Ark parked his ship.

Finally, a lock. Ark's ears burned at the mechanical hum of the droid that rolled at his side. The only real reason it was present was to assist him, but he was quickly losing his patience with the lack of subtlety it offered him. At least it recorded everything, shined a light on the path, and would open anything locked. First thing was first, Ark needed to descend a floor. Allowing the droid to take point, Ark allowed it to open up the lift to his right, while Ark examined the place. It was very odd, and it easily captured his attention, even allowing him to ignore the gear-grinding sound of the mech as it worked on the lift.

The floor was worn, but obviously not recently. In fact, it was deeply treaded upon, as if thousands walked all over it at once. It made sense too, because if there was an evacuation, they would all make their way out of one of these ports. Around him seemed to be the remainder of a processing center, likely to monitor immigrants and traders. The hiss of a sliding door opened, reinstated to function, as the mech droid got it to work, and made its worth just a bit more valuable. With a whistle, the droid entered the lift as the lights hummed to life in the hallway. They only needed to go down one floor.

Already, Ark could feel his paw hovering towards his lightsabers as he exited the lift, after the short descent. He was getting closer to something. It seemed to whisper directly into his mind, like a breathy word uttered. Ark couldn't' make it out, nor even determine whether it was all in his head or not, but it seemed to tug at him. His determination to make it deeper into the space station brought him in step by step, and with each step, the whisper grew just a bit louder. And it pulled on strings. Ark could breath in despair and exhale anger. Blame, he blamed the pilot for surviving. It caused a desire to kill the pilot for what he'd done. It wasn't easily explainable for Ark, as he'd ordinarily want to keep the living link alive, nor did he have any other reason to kill him. It was pointless, but still he felt the desire to kill him, whether he'd act upon it or not.

The place was unnatural. Ark was drawn further into the station without much reason to go by. It was as if Ark was intoxicated, like he knew what he was doing, and actively did it, but in a slight daze as if he really didn't even want to do it. How childish a notion, but Ark felt like he was being eased on by puppet strings that gave him only jut enough of a nudge to push him forward, wherever the puppeteer wanted him to go. Ark didn't even have the desire to question why it was happening. There only seemed to be enough of an ability to think through the corruption to focus on one thing. Hate. But why hate? Who hate? Hate what? Nothing could have made sense, even if Ark wanted it to, and he didn't even have the ability to think about how much the stories began to make sense. Everyone saw everything differently, and it was because of such a daze. The pilot was never inflicted with crazy, but was simply doing his best to describe this.

Where was Ark now? How did he get there? And since when was the droid at his side beeping so much? Trying to get hi attention? It seemed long ago that he'd strayed from the lights that were previously activated. He'd managed to find himself in a partially illuminated, great hall of sorts that the ceiling rose well above where the light could reach. Ark would assume that homes or windows would ordinarily be lit up when inhabited, but otherwise looked like a waste of space in a space statin that cold hold half a billion. The Force signatures of the other two newcomers were near. Very near. Almost too near; And it didn't seem as if they were approaching him, nor that he was approaching them, but rather they were all three approaching each other.

The light of the astromech showed ahead a great door that blocked the great hallway. It was likely a massive blast shield that closed of the hallway in sections. Although, Ark couldn't' assume there was any damages to the space station, because he didn't see any, nor did he remember any stories of the station being attacked. And the shields were still up, meaning that none of these asteroids could even impact it. It was simply emergency procedure. However, an emergency of what would likely remain undiscovered... for now.

For now, they were all three closing in on each other, where Ark seemed to see as a giant door. Ark waved his hand to the astromech. It was obvious, "Open the door."

Ark didn't know why he felt the overwhelming compulsion to get through the door, but it seemed that the remaining life forms previously sensed and scanned were behind the door somewhere. That, and he may very well need a viable escape route, if things got ugly between the three Forcefuls that were bound to meet at the door. Giving the analysis of how Ark felt, the strain the space station radiated onto the inhabitants, Ark could assume that the other two felt the exact same blood thirst. They felt the same aggression. They already had light sabers drawn as he did.

The dimmest of lights that illuminated the great hallway were barely there, and gave only enough light to see the distant R9 unit as a recognizable shape along the great door as it worked on something. The light from atop the R9 unit shined backwards on the floor outside of the door, where a massive arena of sorts was obvious. To the sides of the door showed the width of the hallway and the essential barrier that became of it. Ark knew there must have been some sort of room/building behind the walls, but there didn't seem to be any doors, and only a single visible window several stories above; too far out of reach to be worth jumping towards, especially given the nature of the strength of the window likely necessitating that it be shatter proof. Behind him was a seemingly endless hallway, but no where to run to. It was essentially perfect for a fight. How were they drawn there? How was it the only place to go? Were there any other routs to take that didn't end up with them all intersecting in the perfect battle field? Ark supposed it were the ghosts that guarded the treasure, aiming for them to kill each other. Sad part was that it was working, and Ark truly desired to focus on the two opponents coming his way upon their own pathways.

Ark's crimson blade snapped to life, the vicious hum echoing through the empty hallway. It had become another source of light, albeit red to partially illuminate the arena. And yet, what a sight to see.

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Anthoni walked the long halls slowly and cautiously. It was dark, to dark to see and that's why he was thankful his grey saber could illuminate the area around him. Even so he was constantly focusing his mind trying to scan the area around him. He could sense that the hallway a went on and on, almost as if it would never end. But he still kept walking, pushing further and further into this mysterious realm of infinite possibilities.

Each step grew harder to take and yet easier as well. He wanted to go back this place was unatrual. But he also wanted to stay to go deeper and discover what it was this place was hiding. That and he still had his mission, he could not leave until she was found. Nichole may very well still be alive and she needed him. The only question Anthoni was having trouble facing was, is it worth my life?

It was many, many, long paces down the hallway when Anthoni felt it. Clear as day he could feel two others in the force, one was dark very dark. The other was a light surrounded by darkness and Anthoni himself was that mix inbeetween light and dark. Either way he had an overwelming sensation to put an end to those signatures, they were disrupting the flow of another pull. Far stronger than all three of them combined.

Then Anthoni saw it. A large open area and a red saber, he could not see the weilder however it was to dark. But he knew the man's intentions and Anthoni would not let this man stop him from attaining his goal. Anthoni brought his grey saber in a defensive stance and walked a mere twenty feet in front of the red saber.

Ready to do battle.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton wondered around the floor looking for a way down to the lower levels where for some odd reason he knew the others who have arrived would be. The feeling was a strange one, like something dark pushing him but the young man had not the mental or spiritual strength to resist it, and now just felt the need to go down, the push was strong and so Triton looked frantically around. Until he saw a turbo lift running towards it, the young warrior ripped it open using the force to empower him, once it was open Triton looked down noticing how far it went. Feeling like there was no time to waste he went down and grabbed onto the ledge and let go grabbing onto each ledge as he went down, thanks to his armor the warrior barely felt it.

Once he felt that he was at the right level, he began to slowly open the door, an when the warrior finally opened it, the young man began searching through the level knowing for some reason he would find others. After searching the warrior heard the sounds of lightsabers activating rushing to the battle he arrived at the great hallway, with his Wan-Shen ready for combat.

There was a young man in front of him, with a grey lightsaber and beyond that the warrior could see something that felt all too familiar, keeping his spot the warrior began to think of a way to kill the two men in front of him. Not knowing why these dark thoughts were controlling him, Triton would keep his Wan-Shen in front of him just in case the fight started.

"Who are you guys?" Was all Triton said hoping to buy time while he let the force build up within him, and to figure out a way of killing the fools.

@Flamjetxx (Sorry for the long wait been really busy will post quicker now I swear)

 

[Flamjetxx]

One and then another. It felt right. Ark's naturally aggressive nature fed into the unnatural need to kill. Ark generally didn't care for needlessly killing anyone, especially when he had a mission to prioritize. And yet, he didn't feel any such urge to flee, and to achieve that priority. And it seemed that Ark had not a single care in the world for his tunnel vision on the pair of Force Sensitives.

What really caught Ark's attentions was the draw the Force placed upon him towards something that prickled the fur on his spine. He recognized it, and the feelings of when he'd first felt it returned. The vicious battle, the taste of blood on this teeth reminded him of the man it belonged to. And finally, the Whan Shen in his hands brought it back full swing.

"I see you got my gift to you then. I thought you would have been smart enough to take it as a second chance rather than for another opportunity to kill yourself. There are easier ways of committing suicide," Ark stated with a taunting tone to it. Ark always meant the Whan Shen at the top of the rubble to be a message of honor between two duelists, but Ark couldn't help, but to feel like his tone and unnecessary feelings of aggression made it more of an insult. It was nasty, and it left an awful taste in his mouth. It was never like Ark to be dishonorable when the moment most called for it, nor was it like him to become so tunnel visioned. Ark usually had a very wide tactical vision, but this unknown tick at the back of his head drove him to become someone more driven towards violence than he usually was.


The effects were much like a drug. He fought it deep within, but it seemed as though it was an uphill battle. It was almost as if his deepest and darkest self was controlling him like a marionette. Even drawing his lightsaber seemed as if it wasn't really him. Ark just hoped it was the side of him that dueled the best, because it was another two on one, and this time, one of them knew his style of fighting.

However, with a closer inspection, Ark realized that the grey-sabered individual wasn't necessarily with him, but that they came together coincidentally. If it were any other situation, Ark would have wondered what the chances of the three of them meeting up in such a manner. Was it pure coincidence? Or was it something drawing them together? Ark just couldn't shake the feeling that some omnipotent Force would have it no other way than to have them all fight.

Ark began to advance upon them both, and with one lightsaber drawn, he could make out the Whan Shen a bit farther away, and behind the grey light saber. The individual was dark, but not entirely. He was, for no better way of describing it, grey. Ark could assume it was Dark Jedi. He hadn't met many in his time, but then again, he hadn't met many Matukai either.

Suddenly focusing his attentions a bit more on the Dark Jedi, Ark spoke almost cordially, "And who might you be? I am Arkteleus Krayzen, Sith Warrior."

Almost seeming to skip forward over light feet, Ark didn't wait for an answer before he swung at him. Upon landing the skip forward, Ark's lightsaber, resting in his right paw, swung upwards from his bottom left to his upper right, intending to bisect the duelist across the chest. While he did that, Ark took the opportunity to draw upon the dark energies of the Force around them. It wasn't specifically Darkness in the Force, but it was certainly chaotic, and harnessing it was nothing of a chore. There were a plethora of ways that the Sith Warrior could use the Force. His knowledge was of a level of completion that was barely palpable. Ark had trained himself in the Force so much that it was nearly impossible to distinguish him as anything less than a capable Force User; And Ark had a particularly nasty temperament at the moment.
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The droid went to work on the Giant Blast Shield Door that bisected the enormous hallway. It was massive, and the programming was practically untouched for a century. It would take quite a while, but as long as there was nothing wrong with the systems, he'd be able to open the door. And according to the schematics, the wall would open up to a viewing deck that overlooked the Red Dwarf. The radiation was harmless through the filters, but it would at least illuminate the place where the droid didn't have to shine the light on the three duelists.

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Anthoni was trapped between two strangers both wielding weapons. It was obvious Anthoni was at a disadvantage. However it seemed the two others knew each other obviously in a negative way. Soon after the red sabered combatant spoke he started to walk towards Anthoni. He knew what was about to come, he readied himself mentally and physically.

Closing his eyes Anthoni cleared away his mind. It was always this feeling he loved the most. The calm before the storm. He could feel his heart beat gently rise. His body was preparing himself for battle. All to many times Anthoni had fought, and he was still alive today, which had to say something. He had scars, nasty and vicious on his young flesh. But each one told a different tale, a story best left untold.

"And who might you be? I am Arkteleus Krayzen, Sith Warrior."

Then the Sith suddenly jumped at him, landing directly in front of Anthoni. That's when Anthoni got a real measure of the opponent. He was in fact an animal, something Anthoni has never seen before, he had no words to describe the creature. Only that he was huge. Enormus more like, and undoubtedly powerful.

The Sith made a simple strike at his left foot and spread it into an arc going towards his right shoulder. Anthoni spun on his left heal and circled around the massive beast. He was now behind the enemy, and with the flick of a wrist he pushed the monster away from him. Creating that distance he needed.

Anthoni was now facing both of his opponets.

"A Sith eh? I've killed plenty of your kind"

@Benvenu7

 

[Richie B.]

Triton was pissed, the Sith would taunt him and only add to the pain when Triton had the foolish cat by the throat, the warrior couldn't understand why but he felt more angry and unbalanced, but once the warrior committed himself to the fight, he felt a sense of calm. A calm that came right before the storm and began to slowly walk to the dark jedi the middle point of this own battlefield, watching and waiting, Triton would watch as the Sith and dark Jedi fought. Letting the two fools fight before he could carry out his duty and purge the darkness that they represented, and once the Dark jedi dodge did the warrior strike.

As the Sith would be pushed by the dark Jedi, Triton would be in striking distance of the Sith, with his Wan-Shen while the Sith still needed to get a bit closer to land any real damage on him. Sending a quick jab to the Sith's left leg hoping to pierce the flesh and hit the bone, as quick as lighting the warrior empowered himself to speed up the attack, making it hard for the Sith to defend in time.

The warrior was completely ready to jump back in needed be knowing how tricky the Sith truly was, not wanting to risk any limb again. But knowing that he will somehow get his revenge on the darkness, and this cat will regret ever crossing Triton.

@Flamjetxx

 

[Flamjetxx]

Not to waste any time, Ark was determined to keep the fight moving rather than let it stand still. The Dark Jedi, opting to avoid Ark posed no threat to the Kushari. In fact, his dismissive fighting tactics caused Ark to almost seem uninterested in him.

Regardless, Ark was slightly curious to see if the Matukai Warrior had learned anything since their last encounter. Despite any dark ambiance, Ark would continue to be curious. It was his nature. If the Dark Jedi wasn't going to fight, then Ark knew where to find one.

The unnamed Dark Jedi's roll around Ark, though avoiding the swipe, was consuming, and Ark didn't want to sit still, waiting for him to finish his flourished maneuver. Instead, Ark would skip forward, allowing the momentum meant to go toward a strike at the former target to be propelled into the incoming Matukai Warrior. It was his style the last time they'd met, to allow the other to take point, and attempt to get a free shot in the mean time. However, his attack, aimed at Ark's leg, was quite low, and taking advantage of it was hardly a chore. Ark's momentum propelled him off the floor into a flying side kick, in which his left leg took the target of the light sider's chest.

The kick not only utilized the full momentum of Ark's previous skip, but it also accepted the push made by the Dark Jedi into enhancing the power and speed of his kick. The Dark Jedi, would undoubtedly, due to his own maneuver, be left a fair distance behind Ark and Triton, but he'd inadvertently made an already powerful kick turn potentially devastating.

Ark, realizing that the jab of the Wan Shen had been aimed at Ark's left leg, wasn't too concerned about it landing, because of the nature of the kick, though he made certain of the validity of the kick by the left leg being raised into the strike, and the right leg tucked up close. It was Ark's many years of training and perfecting unarmed combat that allowed the kick to be of perfect form. Throwing the hip behind the kick, the skip fluidly transferring the momentum, the kick's aim precisely placed at center mass, directly into the sternum, and the low and high guards of each hand.

For the stability of the attack, and because Ark had no real use for the weapon, Ark chose to deactivate the light saber in a trakata flash. Ark's practice of trakata was to eliminate the momentum of the blade's follow through, in allowing the hilt to fall into a lower guard in an instant as he flew into the kick, while his left paw was raised at Triton's head level via the outward whipping of it from the low guard it was in previously; Though out of range, due to the more immediate kick that precedes any further striking, the left, high guard that Ark erected had claws fully revealed due to the time given during the whipping motion. The positioning of the light saber was simple enough, opting to be pointed towards himself as he reactivated it, though it would activate underneath himself, as if he were sitting upon a railing, where he was very careful to have a strong grip on the light saber, in case it was needed to block or attack.

Of 'course though, Ark never intended on his butt coming anywhere near his lightsaber, though it was merely a pretense for future application, while Ark allowed the flying kick to rotate him upon contact with his target so that his back would ultimately be turned to him, the moment after the kick would land, allowing a more depthy follow through as well as poise him to either face the Dark Jedi that would without a doubt attempt to follow after them when he recovered from the distance he'd intentionally attempted to make between them- though Ark took full advantage of that distance, likely more than tripling it by that point with the flying kick, which would give him and triton more than enough room to dance; Though, if Triton required more attention, Ark would easily be able to rotate his body upon landing, which would allow him to face the Matukai Warrior, though with a reversed stance.

"No names from either of you then?" Ark taunted them. Even after an entire battle between himself and the Matukai Warrior, he' never received his name. Seemed there was too much going on for it to be spared, though this time, like the Dark Jedi, it seemed Ark would receive nothing from him.

Regardless, Ark could understand the hesitation. There was no absolute need for names to be shared, and it wasn't like their fight here would be based around honor. However, Ark always wanted the name of an opponent should they find themselves worthy enough for Ark to remember the name, whether they live or die through the fight.

 

[Mr.BossMan]

Anthoni watched with a half smile as his counter attack worked almost perfectly. The cat was big and granted fast, but Anthoni used the anaimals advantage against him. He then saw as he made a few strikes toward the other man, who apparently he had fought before. He took a few more steps toward the pair, catious and at the ready.

But he made no move to involve himself in the fight. The cat asked his name but Anthoni ignored him. His name was not important, not now. His mission was though. And Anthoni was half tempted to leave these two here alone to fight. Anthoni would then go find his mission and get the hell out of dodge. But what was stopping them from attacking him again? Maybe when he found his target they would kill her?

No the risk was to great. They would have to die. But maybe not from Anthoni's hand, instead he only watched, waiting. Waiting to be brought into the fight or for one man to die.

@Flamjetxx @Benvenu7

 

[Flamjetxx]

The kick flew completely unhindered into the defensless chest of the Matukai warrior. It must have been between the Dark Jedi being formerly in the way, the abruptness of Ark leaping over the Wan Shen, and the highly aggressive maneuver that propelled Ark into the Matuakai that caught him off guard enough and completely incapable of being able to counteract Ark's offensive. Ark hadn't skipped a beat in his leap, and the full power of the Kick rocketted into the xyphoid process of his target. The snapping of Triton's sternum could be heard loud and clear as Ark's large paw shattered the bones that connected the ribs together.

Ark's weighht and momentum were hard to elminate, even after the full force of the kick landed, and Ark's lightsaber swung around forward as his kick sent Triton flying well out of range of the spotlight the R-Series droid shined on them. The thump and tumbling, along with the skidding of the Wan Shen indicated that Triton was out of the fight, though not to be forgotten. Ark's mind was furious, and if it weren't for the Dark Jedi's looming presence, he'd beat Triton like a disobedient Apprentice for his folly of landing in Ark's presence once again.

Triton was easy to take care of. He'd met and defeated him once before. Ark knew his style of fighting, and Ark was fully equipped to mentally overcome him, even despite the subtle urges he felt towards aggression. However, the Dark Jedi was a new play thing all together. He didn't even know how one would draw upon the Force to aid himself. Would it be the dark side, or would it be something slightly lighter than Ark expects?

Ark's unarmed preparations and tactical positioning went all out the window as he landed to the ground into a crouch with activated lightsaber threatenningly close, tough parallel, to the ground of the space station. zhis form was perfect, even in landing, and it truly showed Ark's mastery in both unarmed and armed combat. as he stood, Ark turned the 180 to face the Dark Jedi whether he be approaching or yet too far away to do anything, but regardless, Ark's lightsaber was precariously balanced between a low and mid guard position as if to casually invite him to attack.

However, if he weren't so ready to fight Ark, even after Ark disbatched Triton in such a seemingly flawless fashion, Ark wouldn't hesitate to initiate their true combat. With delibrate steps toward, Ark's lightsaber in right hand still, Ark would use a medium powered Force pull to Force him towards Ark as Ark stepped to the right while slashing his lightsaber from right to left.