A LONG TIME AGO; IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY...
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Nine years ago, on Korriban... final year of Criassa's training at the Academy, in the tomb of Marka Ragnos...
She felt blood in her eyes, as her head batered across the hard stone floor of the crypt, landing in a heap there, after a large piece of broken off stone ceiling slammed in-to her side, by a aplication of force telekinesis from her most hated rival.
"Half-breed slave filth. You wil get no further then this, I promise you that! This time, the overseer isnt around to save you from my blade! I wil be the one to win Darth Ravage's favor!" his voice, driping with malice, came from the inky shadows behind her. The voice rezolved in-to a tall robed shape of a male apprentice, of pureblood Sith species. He had a training vibrosword in his right hand, twirling it menacingly, as he aproached the wired, yet shapely teenage girl's crumpled form on the ground.
Her eyes flashed, as she licked the blood off her lips. "Your assuming I need saving, Melkor. Slow to catch on, as alvays."
Then she lightly kipped-up, back on her feet in one smooth motion, wiping her eyes of blood, her own blade coming out of her back-scabbard, and in-to her left hand.
She smiled, biting her lower lip, looking at him like a piece of meat that he was, rather... her gaze focusig just below his robe's waist. In the time here, the two of them had a sort of... adversarial fuck/rape relationship... going on, in the time that they werent trying to kill/outmaneuver each other, like all students wer expected to."You did taste good, thogh. Too bad your in my way now. You can still back off."
The Sith's reddish face twisted. Not replying, he charged her, gliding soundlesly across the stone floor, vith astonishing speed, aided by the Force. His blade slashed upwards at her neck, in a reverse-slice. She parryed it, then landed a hammer-kick to his sternum, pushing him away, then folowing-thru with a overhead slice at the top of his head. He leapt aside, making her slash hit the floor vith a metalic clang, then pivoted on one leg, adding momentum to the high-chop kick to her temple. She ducked, taking it as a graze acros the top of her head, at the same time as she reversed the grip on her sword, and plunged it in-to his side, as he was ending his pivot motion. He left himself way too exposed during it. At the last moment, he managed to inter-poze his blade to deflect her stab, but it still grazed deeply on his chest. He staggered back vith a sharp intake of breth, bringing his blade to a high guard. But Criassa folowed up, vith her own Force telekinetic burst to shove him away, to slam in-to the wall. He reciprocated vith another piece of chipped ceiling flying toward her head, vhich she batted out vith a slice of her sword, only small chips of it showering her face. She charged at him. He charged back at her. She slashed low at his legs, ducking. He leapt up, dodging, then landed behind her back. He spinned around, chopping at her neck vith his elbow. It conected, dropping her to the ground vith a black haze in her head, almost knocked out. Thru the haze, she saw his blade coming down at her torso. She rolled asyde, the strike landing next to her vith another metal clang. He folowed her roll, winding up for another swing. This time, she blocked it vhile still down, then lashed out vith a kick at his leading kneecap, felt a crack there. He staggerd back, giving her space to get back to her feet again, shaking off the daze. He roared in pain and rage, and a two-handed slash at her chest vith his sword, vith all his might. She angled it diagonally, leting the power-slash slide along her own blade's length, robbing it of momentum and deflecting it, before she pivoted, vith a quick axe-kick chop at his outstreched hands holding his blade. His momentum vorking against him, he culd not guard in time. His elbow joints jarred hard by the kick, he dropped his sword. His eyes barely had time to show his dizmay, before her sword plunged thru his chest, and heart. She retracted her stab, and he vent down on his knees, then flopped to his back, dead, vith a gurgled gasp, and blood coming out of his mouth."Too bad. I did almost like you."
she muttered, sheathing her blade, stil fighting some daze, her neck sore as fuck, as she bent down to search the cooling corpse. There. A ancient tablet vith writings from a milennia ago! At least it wuld save her from trudging thru this crypt any longer, in search of her own, to bring back to the overseer and complete her final trial.PEACE IS A LIE; THERE IS ONLY PASSION
THRU PASSION, I GAIN STRENGTH
THRU STRENGTH, I GAIN POWER
THRU POWER, I GAIN VICTORY
THRU VICTORY, MY CHAINS ARE BROKEN
THE FORCE SHAL FREE ME
*************************************************************************************************CORUSCANT; PRESENT DAY
The sky stil awash in crimson flames, of Republic and Sith fighters flying over-head, exchanging laser fire, dueling capital ships in the heights above the planetary shield, explosions, and the pandemonium in the streets below, it vas all Lady Criassa culd do, not to get swalowed in the chaos. She climbed the outer access-way of the Jedi Temple, and vas on her way to the council chamber rooms, after fighting it out with the other Sith agenst the Jedi defenders in the main hall. Darth Malgus and the rest had the situation down there wel in hand, having the Jedi knights and the few surviving Republic troops on the back foot, helped out by his hired Mandalorian commandos.
She did enconter some rezistance, in the form of stragglers from the Republic defense garrison, and a cople of teenage Jedi padawans, but against a Sith Lord like her, they had no chance. There dismembered corpses barely slowed her down along the way, as she reached the top-level promenade around the council chambers. Using her lightsaber, she cut thru the doors, and vent in, cursing under her breth, as a stray laser bolt from the dogfighting fighters around the temple slammed very close to the doorway she just passed thru, and gouged out a piece of the wall. Yes... it vas definitly safer insyde.
The blueish-yellow lighting playing shadows acros her body-painted alluring features, giving her violet-shaded skin a slight green aspect, the lithe half-Zeltron woman glided thru the polished hallways toward the council room. Streching thru the Force, she culd sense no Jedi Masters there at the moment. No suprise, they were all probably having there hands full down below, or else-where on the planet co-ordinating the defense. She liked it that way. Vhile never averse to a good fight, she knew her limits, and facing a full Jedi Master in single combat vasnt very high on her list of things to do here. Besides, she never did like fair fights... trained as a sith assassin, her talents lied in surprise and quick ambush.
Council chamber doors... locked. But as her blade touched them, a flash of electric discharge spread across them, too, sending a sharp jolt in-to her hands, and almost making her drop her saber. Not just locked, but electromagneticly-sealed! Geting in vas impossible, even with a lightsaber. Nothing short of a hi-yield shaped charge wuld do it, or possibly a massive exertion of Force telekinesis to breach thru it, vhich was still beyond her abilitys and Force atunement level."Blast it! Maybe Ravage himself culd do it, but I don think I can..."
she hissed irritably, leting her blade die down, as she rubbed her hand as she glared at the doors. She closed her eyes, focused, and gave it her best shot at breaking thru them, with a Force kinetic wave... but the doors didnt even dent in-ward. Looked like the Jedi wer covering all corners up here. Ok, so the council room was out. But she had her instructions from her master, Darth Ravage. She had to find a very specific Jedi holocron, and deliver it to him, that he known vas kept somewhere in the Jedi temple. The raid on Coruscant vas a perfect opportunity for it. Problem was... he had no idea exacly where vas it kept, and the Jedi temple turned out to be a pretty big place. Her first guess vas that the council room computer wuld have a listing of all artifacts kept on the premises. But now, that vas impossible to reach.
Wel, there wer other options... the Temple library archives, in the sub basement. Criassa turned, and retraced her steps to the main hall-way, then looked at the floor map for the turbolifts down. She avoided the main cluster, and headed for the maintenance cluster, vhich she hoped had a direct lift line to the sub-basement areas. The last thing she wanted vas to run in-to more enemies using the turbolifts to converge on the main chamber, vhere the battle was stil raging.
The maintenance turbolift doors vere at the end of a long corridor. Just as she steped in-to the alcove before them, a security system went-off, and a ceiling turret lowered from its hiding place in the ceiling above, sending a hi-powered shot down at her. The Force warned her in-advance, and the shot reflected off her sudenly-ignited blade, to zing in-to the wall. The turret didnt get a second chance to fire, as she zapped it with a discharge of lightning bolts from her left hand. It crackled, and depowered, disabled.
Doors sealed, but not mag-sealed this time, and her lightsaber had no problem cutting thru. She entered the lift, and glanced across the control panel... yes! There was a direct route to the sub-basement and the library areas. Tapping the control, her face spread in-to a satisfyed smile.