Shaderon

[The Madet Legacy]

"Give me somthing to shoot, then...I want to try these things out."

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien smiled. He would not allow a beginner to wield such a weapon. Though he saw this as a possible opportunity to help No Name remember some of what he had already known

Damien steped towards the other side of the room. His boots clicking against the floor of the area and echoing througout the ears of No Name, who wore upon his face a look of confidence, determination, and overall excitement of shooting at something.

Damien stoped whenst he reached his destination at the other side of the room and turned quickly on the ball of his foot to face his new apprentace and spoke softley allowing his voice to echo througouth the area by simply useing his own will until his words reached No Names ears.*

"Shoot."

[The Madet Legacy]

"At you?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

"Is there anyone else in the room?"

[The Madet Legacy]

"It's your funeral."

*He raised the pistol and fired a well aimed shot, using his years of experience to aim as he raised the gun*

[The Madet Legacy]

ooc: Bump.

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

* The Asutoron shell sat patiently in the barrel of the Shadourians weapon. the Shell pulsated with a glow that represented the very escence of its wielder. in this case the Shells aura eminated with a glow of crystalic clairity, displaying the mind and should of the man who held its grip so firmly and threatning yet confidently controlled within his grasp.

The finger of No Name responded almost instantly upon receiveing a neural command from the mind of No Name which was so intently focused on its target, Damien Nightblade, The Eternal Shadow. Who was standing there patiently awaiting the shot, which would soon follow..indefinatley.

His calm composure was a bit supriseing to even his Shadourian companions who looked on with intrest as he simply stood hands by his side, allowing the force to flow through him. And it did so, as if he was an open window revealing the lush green meadow that is the force

The trigger pulled back at that moment and the hammer of the Asutoron weapon sprang foward faster and more presice that the most skilled of droid slicers and the Shell that hungered so despratley to taste human flesh shot foward towards its target, at a speed so fast it left traces of force vapor as it seered towards the Shadourian Jedi.

Damien tilted his head gracefully to the side as he watched the shot come towards him, it was well aimed, and quite impressive to say the least, a shot towards the neck, deadly and painfull. Damien tilted his head to the side and felt the chilling vapor of the shell as it soared so close to his neck it could have tatooed him and into the wall behind him.*

"Good Shot"

[The Madet Legacy]

ooc: Just for future reference, what kind of handgun are we talking about? Revolver or Pistol?

"Nice dodge...That SHOULD'VE killed you."

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

"I have a way of defieing the odds."

[The Madet Legacy]

"Yeah, so do I. But why'd you want to hear stories of how I broke the law on 12 planets?"

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

"yes auctually, it sounds interesting and would give me an idea of your current skill level. thus makeing training easier for the both of us"

*It would be interesting if he could infact tell this story, it would require some recolection of memory to do so.*

[The Madet Legacy]

"Alright, sit down...This one's a Doosy."

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien smiles, as he leans his back against the wall*

"Im listening"

[The Madet Legacy]

"Okay, well, you know how some blasters need energy charges to fire? Well, mine do. Anyway, It was on some world in the Unknown Regions, and I had 5 shots left in each blaster, and 20 guys were on my tail. I was hidding in a forest, and up in a tree. I knew better than to go down for 2 reasons.

1. I had set booby traps all around the area where I was.

2. I was wearing clothes that hid me in the darkness of the treetop, but not the plants on the ground. The trees were my safest bet.

I heard one of my traps go off, and 5 quick screams that were shut up as soon as I heard them. Obviously, 5 of those 20 bastards were dead. I kept hearing my traps go off, and more screams.

Now, most of my traps were hidden in the ground. Ditches with spikes in them, hidden by plants that were covering them. They caught on after 10 guys went down, and I heard some say that 3 were injured...Bad.

I jumped down, knowing that 10 shots probably weren't enough, but I had to risk it. Anything to get off of the planet. When I landed, I landed right in the middle of the remaining 7 idiots. Two shots, two kills. The others turned around, and started firing, hitting their own men, since they were so close together.

Anyway, They basically killed each other, and I got out of there with 2 shots to spare.

And you see this?"

*He rolled up his sleeve to point to a small blaster scar on his arm*

"That's the worst they did."

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Damien had listened intently to the says of No Name, who had a supriseing recollecction of his past, due to his horrid case of anmiesa which would seem like the worlds end to some, though phased him only in the most minimal of ways.

His facial expression switched to that of the most grim and cold dimeanor, the look in his eyes when these thoughts crossed his eyes was cold enough to frost the usns of tatooine, with his rage, and lust for blattle. Though he managed to speak these few words to No Name, whilst holding his passion for battle which was unusual for the Jedi Master within himself*

"It appeares to me as if this tactic of merely training, and being around the atmospehre of battle has unlocked the potential i spoke of earilier.

You have just, subconsiouly reached witin yourself and brougt back thoughts and memories, long forgotten, even through your disease of amneisa. It is this that you are being trained to continue. Congratulations."