The Final Journey of Boli Delish (open for now)

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*After several weeks, Vjun grows very boring...to the mind of sanity. Boli still styood in the rain, sobbing incontrolably beside the stripped bones of Alora. The acid rain had done its job well. The former Jedi Master was a mess, letting the acid rain run down his body, he was a corpse of a man, the rain causing deep welts in his flesh. Standing p, he looked down at the bones of his beloved before moving under a rocky outcrop to tend to the primitive meal he had prepared...*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*The Wraithbound Sith runs across the outcroppings of rocks at a fervorous pace. He crushes small plants and dust flies everywhere, but I continue onward, heedless of my path. There was rumored to be a Jedi Master on the planet somewhere, and I could feel his essence drawing closer and closer...*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli was still mourning, his feeling of loss so deep he didn't even sense the enemy approaching. He continued stirring his stew.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

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[Lakkerun Joh'had]

ooc: My bad Boli, been ever-so busy this weekend...

*Finally, across the horizon stands a lone figure. I use my technologically enhanced vision to zoom in on the figure and recognize it from before: 'tis Boli Delish, the Jedi Master. Or what was left of him. He looks haggard and depraved, and his reasons here are unknown. Regardless, I pursue the figure heedlessly*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli looked up, observing the pathetic creature heading towards him. Immediately, he picked up two metallic objects, hiding them under his cloak, folding his arms as he waited patiently...*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I stop about twenty yards from Boli, having covered ground at a good pace. My head is held high, but a cloak covers my facial features. I doubt he can sense who I am, as my Force Signature had changed greatly since the... experiment.

My mouth opens slightly to speak, words forming smoothly and elegantly. But the voice that speaks them is a wailing, haunted, tortured one, a voice that seems as if it could break glass with ease.*

"Boli Delish. I have not seen much of you since you left the Mancers. But it would seem that I have found you again, on this desolate rock. And what might a Jedi Master be doing here anyway?"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli regarded the newcomer with curiousity. Whe nhe spoke, his voice was changed. Instead of the wise, bright, melodious tones that were distinctly Boli, they had been replaced by a low, dead murmur, like an ancient haggard man too diseased to be coherent. It could be guessed that the Jedi had been drinking acid rain to survive, for reasons unclear*

"Grieving for his lost ones, and trying to do so in peace. What do you want?"

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Your blood.... in my sippy cup. Then it won't spill."

*I flash a smile, my teeth the purest of whites. They glimmer for a moment before my mouth retains a taut and serious quality.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli grimaced. Humour wasn't with him anymore.*

"Shut up and be earnest, idiot. I may have lost my mind but i can still beat you into the acid-ridden dirt."

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Oh come now. Youre just a sissy and a bully. Blah blah blah, my life sucks. Well you wanna know my story? It's more saddening than yours, I betcha. My mom abandoned me on a backwater planet before I ever knew her. She and my dad never tried to make contact with me. When I finally met up with my dad, he tried to 'make amends' with me. My brother attacked me in an underhanded tactic and took a good deal of my face off. Then, when I went to find my dad a few years ago, and he had packed up without a word, not even telling me where he left. He knew where I was, he knew it. My brother joined the Sith, just to spite me.

Then there were those who did care for me. Two in particular. One was my mentor, the one who took me in on Taris. When I tried to save him, he was stubborn, and wouldnt go. Caused me so much grief after he died, I cant even describe it. He was the only one who ever did anything for me, and he wouldnt believe me on something so serious as the destruction of a planet. And then there was a woman I trained within the Order. I saved her life when she was dying in a kolto tube. I trained her as a Jedi, and I loved her. I loved her with all my heart, more than just a friend or an Apprentice. And she loved me. And just when I thought we were meant for each other, she left. Not a word, not a trace. She just packed up her bags and left. I have never heard from her since.

The Order slapped me in the face one too many times then, and I left. I took charge. I had faced so many difficulties in my life with anyone who ever meant something to me. But I took charge, I did what had to be done. But I see you can't do the same..."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The fist that came out of nowhere was rather unexpected. This one was very longwinded, and Boli was not in the mood for it.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Not a talker, eh? Well let's just get down to our business... yes, let's get down to our bloody business!"

*Two long handles flick from nowhere into my grasp, and I ignite them both with a flourish. The twin luminescent blades appear, and with a clash of sound and color big enough to startle the largest Bantha, I hold the pair of weapons in a menacing Juyo form.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

ooc: everyone with the Juyo...

"Whatever."

*Boli strectched his muscles, then pulled out his lightsaber, its viridian blade matching the acid rain. He immediately held it in a responsive Makashi stance.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

ooc: Thats 'cause its one of the only ones good against a single opponent...

*I start things off with a Master Force Valor and a Master Speed, using the light side powers, corrupting them to my own advantage. Before another move can be made, I quickly rush across the desert plains towards Boli at lightning speed. Upon reaching him, I strike at his shins in a sweep, then spin and attack his left shoulder, followed by his right hip.*