Korriban: the Valley of the Dark Lords (invite)

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli blocks the lightning with his saber, then sends his own volley at jetzt.*

[Jetzt]

::: Jetzt also blocks the attack :::

"Enough of this, Boli. Now you shall die!"

::: Jetzt grabs the electrum saber from his belt, ignites it, and swings for Boli's arm with it. His bloody red saber aims for Boli's left leg :::

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Boli twists out of the way of Jetzts electrum saber and parries the blow aimed at his leg. This would have worked - if only Boli didn't still have a wing. The electrum saber smashes into the black geathers of Boli's remaining wing, and the black mass drops off smoking. Jetzt stands triumphant...then the earth begins to shake. Boli's collapsed body begins to convulse and glow with and inner white light.*

[Jetzt]

::: Jetzt continues his onslaught and begins to thrust at Boli with his lightsaber digging in and out of his flesh, burning his skin, clotting and boiling his blood :::

"Die, die, die, die!" He repeats.

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The gaping wounds in Boli seem to give him strength, and the Dark Lord rises.*

[glow=white,2,300]A pity, that you do not understand.[/glow]

*Boli's white hair, before tied back, now cascades over his shoulder. His battered features have healed, and the youthful face he once had has now returned to him. His eyes that once glowed red are now a pure white*

*A set of three small white lightsaber blades come from each of Boli's wrists - Mancer's Claws.*

[glow=white,2,300]Let the Battle continue.[/glow]

[Jetzt]

::: Jetzt closes his eyes and whispers the Sith code :::

"Peace is a lie," He says "There is only passion"

::: He begins to feel his fists tense and his blood go cold. :::

"Enough of these pointless games, Boli. Your death is inevitable"

::: He raises his laser sword over his head and thrashes at Boli with all of his might :::

[Jetzt]

OOC: Boli was planning on losing anyway...


::: Jetzt stabs Boli in the head :::

"I am the Dark Lord once again"

::: He looks down at the electrum saber in his hand :::

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She sees this move and jumps down from the rocks above. The force softens her landing as her knees buckle a little landing in a crouch. She stands and makes her way over to Jetzt. She bows down before him fists to the ground and head bowed.*

"And it is done. My lord and Master.....Dark Lord of the Sith."

*She raises her gaze to look upon him adoringly.*

[Jetzt]

::: He takes her arm :::

"Let us go, Selae, we have a war to win."

::: He stares at her, monitoring her expressions :::

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She smiles at him rising up.* "Of course, my love. The Onderonian fleet is prepared and await your commands."

[Jetzt]

"We must first head back to Ephemora... I have some things to do."

::: He pauses :::

"There is something that I must do, my darling..."

::: He turns and stares at the corpse of Boli and begins to sprint towards it :::

"This place is where the greatest of my ancestors lie... you have no right to lie here with them :::

::: He bends over and grips the lifeless neck. He lifts the body up and starts his journey towards the cliff. :::

::: He hangs the body over the edge. The bicep and shoulder on his right side, ripple as Boli is propped up and hanging infront of the new Dark Lord. :::

"Goodbye" Jetzt says and spits in Boli's face as the final insult.

::: He releases him... he falls and falls for what seems an endless drop :::

::: Jetzt smirks :::

"Come, Selae, let us depart"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She watches with amusement and turns to take his arm walking with him out of the Valley.*

"It is good to see you finally holding the position you deserve, my lord. Soon, the galaxy will be yours."

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

*Words ring in selae and jetzt's head, like a piercing echoe, ripping through their minds, startling them*

[glow=green,2,300]You have not won yet. I will stand infront of you, fighting. When victory is close to your grasp, I shall come, and destroy that hope. The darkness of yourselves wont prevail, for it blinds you..[/glow]

*As the voice fades, the echoes ensue on, and on. Surging through their minds*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The ever present winds on korriban continue to sweep the canyon. A body lies motionless, but the winds nor the sands of this dark world touch him. He is no longer of Korriban, or of the Sith.

He rises, dusting off his robes, which shine anew, a bright silver.*

[glow=blue,2,300]I'd best get to Hoth then... there is much to be done.[/glow]