Shattered Night

[Joetheeskimo]

Namin followed from the rear without speaking, but listening in on the others' conversations.

Suddenly, a wave of Force energy slammed into him like a shockwave. He hit the ground, stunned. No one ahead of him even appeared to notice what had happened; they continued on. The wave hit him again, and the air seemed to twist violently, throwing him through the air again. He hit the ground running backwards, just in time to dodge a red blade spinning through the air. The lightsaber turned and spun back into the trees. Kilmor activated both his lightsabers and called on the Force to penetrate the trees and spot his attacker.

A moment later, a figure cloaked entirely in black dove through the bushes towards him, igniting a second glowing red lightsaber. Kilmor crossed his blades and clashed them against the Dark Jedi's.

The Dark Jedi flipped backwards and landed a few yards in front of Kilmor. All of his face except for his snarling mouth was concealed by the cloak's hood. Kilmor raised his sabers defensively and waited for the next attack, summoning the force to alert Alyssa.

It was no use. Kilmor was astonished as he sensed the Dark Jedi reaching out and catching the wave of energy, and then throwing it back at Kilmor. It hit Kilmor like a tidal wave and slammed him into a tree. One of his lightsabers skittered across the ground, and the Sith casually pulled it to himself and slipped it into his belt.

Kilmor switched his remaining saber to his other hand and began to slowly circle around the figure.

[Curt-Man]

(so can we inerfire(sp) or something?)

Trent stopped talking and he felt something wierd, a disturbance in the force, he tunred around and say namin walking behind them, but he felt wierd, as if he wasn't actually there, trent got very suspicious, he he backed up and started trying to talk to namin, who didn't even seem like he noticed he was there

"guys, we got a problem here".

[Writer]

Tarila grinned. "You have a problem, Nom and I are willing to help."

 

She drew both her swords and backtracked a little. There, she saw Namin being thrown around by the Dark Jedi. She growled softly.

 

"Hey big guy!" she shouted. The Dark Jedi turned. "Be a big boy and fight me, abandoning your Force abilities."

 

"Shut up!" he growled. "You wait your turn."

 

"Dare you speak that way to my sister?" Nom demanded, aiming his sniper rifle at the Dark Jedi. In seconds, Nom found himself thrown against a tree, Tarila found her swords deeply embedded in a tree, and Alyssa propelled herself into the fight, lightsabers flashing.

[Curt-Man]

Trent was furious, he force jumped up and over the dark jedi and did a bunch of flips to look cool then landed and gave him a swift roundhouse kick the the back.

[Joetheeskimo]

The Dark Jedi casually caugt Trent's leg and slammed him into a tree, then thrust out a hand. Trent was propelled through the air.

 

The Dark Jedi turned to meet Alyssa's falshing sabers and then whipped around to jab at Kilmor. The Jedi closed in, but the Dark Jedi didn't seem to have any trouble holding them off, nor did he show any signs of tiring.

 

The Dark Jedi was stalling, Kilmor realized suddenly. He was obviously distracting them for some reason.

 

The Force warned him to jump aside a split second before a red laser bolt flew by his ear. The air hummed as it shot by and hit a tree, sparking.

 

Kilmor looked up. "Starships! Several of them closing in on the Academy! One of them is trying to take us out!" he shouted. "They're siegeing teh academy!"

 

The Dark Jedi took advantage of Kilmor's momentary distraction and sliced off his left hand. Kilmor cried out and staggered backwards, holding his burning arm. His lightsaber fell to the ground and deactivated.

[Curt-Man]

Trent hit the tree hard and then flew up into the air, he glanced down and saw kilmor's hand get chopped off, thne he saw a bunch fo star ships, when trent landed, he ran headlong to the dark jedi, he threw his actiated saber at him, then flipped over him and punched his face all in the same flowing motion.

[Writer]

Alyssa stared and backed away a little. Then, she turned to Nom, who was still dazed from hitting the tree and to Tarila who was still trying to remove her swords from the tree.

 

"Tarila!" she shouted. "Forget about your swords for now! Go for help! You know where the Jedi Academy is. GO!"

 

Tarila gave one last tug on the hilts of her swords and turned to run. She ran through the forest to the Academy, arriving out of breath.

 

"Skywalker," she gasped, for Luke had come to see what was going on. "In the forest... Dark Jedi attacking... my swords... can't get them out."

 

Luke managed to understand that the party she came with was being attacked by Dark Jedi and she could not use her swords, as they were driven deeply into a tree. Using the Force, he called all the Knights and Masters in the Academy, instructing them to gather the best Padawans as well. When they were all together, it was a good sized group. Luke handed an odd looking pole to Tarila and said she was to come with them.

 

"The pole is something Alyssa found somewhere in the Academy," Luke explained. "It must be made of cortosis, for it is resistant to lightsabers."

 

As Tarila was the only one who knew where the battle was taking place, she led the group of Jedi in that direction.

 

Meanwhile, things had taken a turn for the worse. Nom had been knocked unconscious when he attempted to shoot one of the Dark Jedi. The bolt had been turned by one of the Dark Jedi lightsabers and shot back to a branch above Nom's head. He had no time to get out of its way.

 

Alyssa was still fighting, but she was getting tired. She hoped Tarila and the Jedi would get there quickly. As she thought this, a powerful wave of the Force propelled her away from the battle and into a tree. She slammed into it and it took her breath away as she fell to the ground. Suddenly, she saw a black boot. Looking up, she grinned. Luke was standing there.

 

"Care for some help?" he asked softly, helping her stand.

[Joetheeskimo]

Namin's lightsaber flew to his hand and ignited , shedding the ground in a green glow. The Dark Jedi had his back turned, dueling Luke. Kilmor felt rage well up inside from the loss of his hand, and he attacked furiously, chopping the Dark Jedi's head off and then stabbing him uncontrollably until the smoking body hit the ground. Luke gave him a funny look before turning to call in teh rest of the Jedi. The Jedi swarmed in, hundreds of lightsabers activated. The mulicolored glow hurt Namin's eyes; he counted almost 300. Then he looked farther down the forest and spootted a huge red glow, and realized it was the Dark Jedi off of the ships.

 

The Light and Dark sides clashed with a huge sizzling. Lightsabers flashed through the air, each one meeting the opponent's blow. Namin ran forward to help a Jedi that was surrounded by enemies.

 

The battle began.

[Curt-Man]

Trent saw both sides clash, he jumped over a bunch of jedi and started getting into battle wiht a bunch of dark jedi for they always kept moving aournd, he noticed both sides where takeing loses but he also noticed that there were more dark jedi then jedi, trent was very worried.

[Writer]

Nom had recovered from hitting the tree and climbed up into it. From there, he began sniping the Dark Jedi... attempting to snipe them was more like it. After a short time, he gave up and watched the battle. Suddenly, he gave a start. Was that Tarila?

 

Sure enough, Tarila was in the battle, wielding some kind of pole. Where had she gotten that? However she got it, she was doing very well with it. She used both ends of it, though it was short enough to be used like one sword. Nom stared at his sister, wondering what had come over her. There were already two Dark Jedi who had been killed because of her. Nom decided he'd have to talk to her when the battle was over... if we're still alive, he thought dismally.

[weiderudare]

The grey dark ceiling was the only thing Shade saw when opening his eyes. He tried to remember what had put him on the floor in this hallway, but his brain felt like banthafur.

"Yu fin'ly weike?"

A bothans head appeared in Shades eyesight, with a big smile on its face.

"Gudie! Theen yu c'n teek tem swirdies 'n gé"

Shade grunted and slowly got to his feet.

The hallway was empty and quiet, with doors here and there. He recognized it from somewhere, some kind of... the brain wouldnt work correctly.

"Where am I?"

"Yu heer! Yu teek tem swirdies 'n leev"

The bothan pushed a cylinder into Shades hand and then started pushing him towards one of the doors

"Hold on, I know what this is!"

An imagine of a black cylinder with a few buttons on it, simple and elegant... "a civilized weapon" A weapon?

"Its a lightsaber! My lightsaber! Where did you find...."

Shade spinned around to look the bothan into its eyes. The hallway was empty, and the bothan couldnt have hid anywhere.

"I must be on spice" Shade mumbled before opening the door the bothan hade pushed him towards. Inside was a hangar with a small fast ship.

"Guess its my lucky day......"

[Curt-Man]

Trent fought valiantly, slicnging and dicing, all while letting the force flow through him, controlling his actions and countering every move the dark jedi made, jumping and ducking he fought onward, and he eventually found himself surorunded by dark jedi, he somehow aquierd(sp) a dark jedi's lightsaber and was using 2 with great skill.

[Joetheeskimo]

((WEIDERUDARE!! YOU'RE BACK!!!! W000000TTT! :D ))

 

Anyways....>.>

 

Kilmor jabbed, rolled, and blocked, driving back a few Dark Jedi towards the Jedi. A moment later, one of te Jedi came up from behind and chopped off both of their heads in one clean motion. Kilmor whirled to clash with another.

[weiderudare]

((((((((Who said I left? )))))))))))))))))))))

Boosting into space, Shade forgot to look back from where he had left and soon found himself in the middle of the cold black space.

He suddenly felt a urge to once again visit the Academy.

In his head, knowing this had something to do with the Force, he sighed and put in the cords for the Academy.

Soon, his ship was blasting into hyperspace

[Curt-Man]

all the dark jedi who were attacking him stopped and and turned and fought someone else, he was wondering why, but then he saw why, a dark jedi, who probably had a very high rank was approaching him, he ignited his double sided saber, and attack, trent dodged and got into combat blocking and attacking and parrying and dodging, it seemed this battle was going nowhere, they seemed of equal strenght.

[weiderudare]

Silently and slowly, Shade maneuvered his ship into the hangar of the Academy, and finding a spot next to an old freighter, he turned the ship off and climbed out of the cockpit.

"Welcome to the Academy, I am sorry to inform you that your visit to the Academy hasnt been recorded, but please, follow me to......"

Shade closed out the sound of the droid, following its steps slowly. Where was everyone? The hangar was empty except a few maintance droids

After a few hallways and elevatorrides, Shade finally saw another humanoid. A short twi'lek girl ran out from a room, and not seeing Shade quickly enough, sent him flying into the wall

"Im sorry, I was, I mean... Fight....... And....Sabers....and"

She talked quicker than anyone Shade had ever met, and as many twi'leks, she made no sense...

"Where is everyone?"

"Huh? Your not a jedi? I mean........ Course your not.... You got those.......clothes........But you got a saber! OH! My saber!"

And with that she ran back into the room, and by the sound of things, pushing around various items.

Shade looked after the droid that had guided him,and saw it turning around the corner, still talking about some things you could do at the Academy... They really needed better drodis at this place.......

"Saber, Check. Aid kit, check, comlink, check."

The twi'lek girl flew out of her room again, hitting Shade with her left tentacle

"I need to find my master! Come with me! We need another padawan!"

"But....eh...."

Before he realized what was happening, Shade found himself being dragged by the twi'lek through the Academys floors.

[Joetheeskimo]

Kilmor took out two more opponents and took a step back, scanning the battle. He counted about twelve lifeless Jedi lying scattered across the ground. Although more Dark Jedi had been slain than Jedi, they had more warriors, and reinforcements constantly filled the empty spaces. I wonder if-

Suddenly, something slammed into the back of Kilmor's head, scattering his thoughts and sending him flying. He landed and rolled, spraying up dirt. Kilmor leapt to his feet and whirled to face his enemy.

"What the-" Kilmor took several steps back and his mouth dropped open.

The figure before him was none other than Kilmor himself. But this was no ordinary clone; the face he saw was the face from his old body.

Quite a ways back, Kilmor had been killed in a bar by a Sith known only as Death Lord when he was about twenty-five. Somehow a bounty hunter friend of his had put his essence in a new, thirty-year-old body.

As far as Kilmor knew, his old body had beed ridden of. But....how was his younger, supposedly dead self standing before him now?

The younger Kilmor gave him a half smile. "Surprised?"

The last thing Kilmor remembered was the younger Kilmor raising his hand, and then Kilmor was blinded by a torrent of searing hot red light. Kilmor fell to the forest floor with a thump. His lightsabers rolled away from his motionless hands.

[Writer]

Alyssa and the others continued fighting, but suddenly, Alyssa was thrown backward into a tree. She coughed, trying to breathe again, but from the tree, she was thrown back to the ground. Her clone came to her.

 

"I'm surprised you weren't expecting me," the clone smirked. She was limping from when Alyssa had injured her leg in their last fight.

 

"You're... late," Alyssa gasped. Then, she took a deep breath and leapt to her feet. "You rarely meet up with me so late in the battle. Are you loosing your courage to be coming so late?"

 

The clone let out a growl of anger and attacked, her two green lightsabers flickering and flashing as they were constantly deflected by Alyssa's orange lightsabers.

 

"You have something I want," Alyssa whispered. The clone laughed.

 

"If I return your father's lightsaber to you, it will only be through your gut," she retorted. "And believe me, I'm not stopping tonight until you're dead!"

 

"Then it's decided," Alyssa said. "This is our last fight."

 

"And I will be the winner!" the clone shrieked. Alyssa jumped well over the next swing the clone took at her.

 

"You are mistaken," Alyssa replied. "I have been training, practicing for this day."

 

"And I haven't?" the clone demanded. "If either of us is stronger, it would be me!"

 

"That's what your leader would want you to believe," Alyssa answered. She paused. "You know, you don't have to fight me. You could join me."

 

"Never!" the clone insisted, her eyes showing something like fear. "If I did that, they would kill both of us. I want to be responsible for your death, but not that way."

 

"They will kill you when they have no more use for you, wheather you kill me or not," Alyssa pointed out. The clone's eyes widened and she shook her head.

 

"I can't believe that!" she whispered. "I won't believe that!"

 

"It is what they did to the clone before you," Alyssa said. "They thought I was dead, so they killed her. When it became apparent I was not, they created you."

 

"Prove it!" the clone hissed. Alyssa nodded and deactivated her lightsabers. The clone did the same and follwed Alyssa back to the Academy.

[Curt-Man]

Trent and his opponent danced around randomly striking until, the man stopped, and took off his mask, trent saw himself

"impossible...."

"no, but i see you are very strong and attack very well, but you are still no match for me!"

"i doubt that" Trent and Trent fought again kicking and slicing and dodging, anticipating each persons move, trent knew no way to beat himself, and niether did the clone.

[Joetheeskimo]

"Wake up, you old geezer." Kilmor's sharp younger voice brought him back to conciousness. He opened his eyes. He was rotating slowly in a glowing blue electrical field. Crackling bolts of electricity were around his wrists so it stung to move them. ((The same thing Obi-Wan was in in ep2.)) His younger self was circling him slowly, an amused expression on his face. "I can't believe you still haven't figured out what I am," he said to Kilmor.

"I do know," Kilmor spat back. "You're nothing but a clone. I've dealt with your type before."

 

The other Kilmor smiled tauntingly. "Ah, but you thought wrong. I'm more than a clone. What is standing before you right now is your dead body, the real one. The same one that was sliced by Death Lord's saber, the same one that hit the floor of Welmin's Cantina."

Kilmor suddenly noticed the dark scar that poked above the collar of his enemy's shirt. Exactly where Death Lord had hit him.

"Of course," the younger Kilmor continued, "your spirit had been put in a new body, so your old body was...open for rent." the other Kilmor seemed to enjoy taunting Kilmor. He shuddered involuntarily.

"So, in I came. Everyone thought you had been raised from teh dead. So when I started a killing rampage on the Jedi, I was thrown out of the Jedi Order and everyone thought you had gone to the Dark Side forever. Then again, you have! Or at least, your body has." The younger Kilmor chuckled.

 

The rage inside Kilmor built up until he could hold it no more. "Who the hell are you?!" Kilmor demanded.

"Ooooh, getting angry are we? Forgetting your training?"

Not waiting for an aswer, he continued. "But I'll tell you. You know how Death Lord was killed? Well, that's what everyone thought. That's not true anymore!"

 

Kilmor stared at his enemy with dawning realization. The same Sith Lord who had destroyed this body was now in it!

"So, what do you think you can do? We have plenty of Jedi. We can overpower you anytime we wanted to."

"Haha! Is that what you think?" the Sith Lord chuckled. "Let's see who's better then; you, or me."

 

With a motion of his hand, Death Lord sent a chunk of wall flying towards Kilmor. It slammed into Kilmor from behind, opening a gash in his back and causing him to jolt forward, which brought jolts of electricity from the electric confinements.

"You're not even going to free me?!" Kilmor demanded incredulously.

"Did I ever say I'd play fair, old geezer?" Kilmor's enemy laughed.

Kilmor called upon the Force and send its energy into the electric cuffs, battling Force against electricity. A moment later, the cuffs exploded in a shower of sparks and Kilmor rolled to the floor.

Death Lord roared in anger and brought his lightsaber down with great force. Kilmor managed to roll out of the way and jumped to his feet, leaping to the other side of the room. Spotting his lightsabers on a rack nearby, he raised his arms and brought the sabers to his hands. He ignited them and whirled to face the Sith Lord.

 

One last time.

[weiderudare]

Shade was pulled further into the jungle by the twi'lek padawan, and soon he felt huge amounts of Force being used nearby. After a few hundred meters, he also heard the screams from the wounded fighters.

"I need to find my master! He's hurt!"

With that, the twi'lek let go of Shade and ran towards the middle of the battle which Shade now saw from behind a tree.

"Ok.. I have no reason to be here, this aint my battle..."

He took one slow step backwards

"Thats right Shade, one more step and we are off. The jedi will win, they'll celebrate and then fight another day. Been there, done that...."

Trying to convince himself, Shade walked a few more step backwards before hitting a tree. He spinned around only to see something red flash by. Without thinking, he suddenly held his lightsaber in his hand. The darkgreen blade had cut the dark jedi into two in one swift strike.

Shade sighed as he turned around and ran back into the fray. Why did fate always to put him in these situations?

[Writer]

Alyssa and the clone entered Alyssa's quarters and Alyssa went over to a desk on the other side of the room.

 

"I watched them destroy her," she told her clone. A small holo came up on the desktop, showing the destruction of clone A1. A2 was speechless.

 

"They always told me you had killed her," she said.

 

"That's because they didn't want you turning against them," Alyssa replied.

 

"Well there's not much they can do to avoid that now," A2 hissed. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "I am overcome with a peace I have never felt before."

 

"It's the light side of the Force," Alyssa said. "Let it fill you and guide you." Then she grinned. "Let's kick some Dark Jedi butt."

 

"For a Jedi, you are amazingly aggressive," A2 laughed. Alyssa laughed with her.

 

"Now you know where you get it from," she retorted. Both laughed and rejoined the fight, this time fighting together.

[Curt-Man]

"you are very skilled, but i am the more poweful"

"i doubt that, we are equal, why don't you join us and fight for good, it is alot more rewarding"

"bah, said like a true pawn of the council"

"then we fight then" Trent advanced and sliced at his clone, the parried and attack trent also parried and then they got locked in combat, when a huge quake shook everything they everyone got flung into the air and then hit the ground

"what the heck was that?".

[Joetheeskimo]

((That was pretty random, and don't control other people chars.))

 

Kilmor and Death Lord didn't feel anything, but continued dueling. Kilmor sensed Death Lord's fear; he knew he was losing. This gave Kilmor strength to press forward. He drove the Sith into a wall and knocked his saber from his hand. Death Lord collapsed at Kilmor's feet, begging for mercy.

"Why not join the Light Side, now that you see that good prevails?" Kilmor said gently.

Death Lord looked up. His eyes were full of sadness, fear, and despair.

"That's impossible," he sobbed. "I am destined for the Dark Side. I cannot fight it."

"No one can be destined for evil; it's never to late to join the Jedi."

"You don't understand!" Kilmor's younger self cried. "I was once a Jedi, but I was killed and ressurected as an undead Sith Lord. It is like a huge hole in me; the Light Side....is gone. It's simply not in me. Dark has taken me over."

Kilmor hesitated. What comfort could he give now?

[Curt-Man]

(well the battle was getting repetitive and that wasn't that much char controling, at least i didn't say kilmor then killed the death lord)

 

Trent got up and looked around, the battle was back on its feet, but he couldn't find his clone, he looked around and saw his clone about to slice of a jedi's head, Trent leaped high into the air and landed straight on his clone, he knocked the clones saber away

"now will you join me in my fight agaisnt evil!"

"never!"

"then i have no choice" Trent sliced off his head.