The Sanctum of The Force [CVU location]

@ali_sani_bashir:

Madison's personal hatred of Gaia (Earth) was a known fact to those that knew her, but for the time being it served ironically as a source for safe haven. Ninjan scout ships weren't authorized by OSA protocols to venture this far into the nebula; a lingering fear of an Earthling-Ninjan war kept them at bay--for now.

As the emerald tinted vixen moved about the halls of the inner sanctum, her mind rest with the seeds recovered from the ashes of Bethune's Old Guardian Temple. The Lightforce heavily surrounded these seeds, in time with proper nuturing these seeds could be the catalyst for a Light Force resurgence; maybe even aid her in rebuilding the Old Guardian order under her command. Such thoughts at this stage were too ambitious for the Guardian Apprentice, with both Masters Maynard and Grav dead, and Master Grayson missing in action, her training status was left incomplete. An apprentice without a master, time wasn't on her side; with each second that pass she could feel herself decending into darkness. With each blink she could see her saber piercing the armor of the man that killed her master, she could see herself returning to Ninjeta not as it's Queen--but as a conqueror.

With her mind constricting thoughts of her own personal descent, the Green beauty remained completly ignorant to the disturbance in the force. Until she'd bumped into a man in the hallway. "My apologies" She whispered, before strolling past them noticing the suffocating darkness surrounding them both.

"Something's off" before she could register anything else, the man's apprentice struck her in the chest with a powerful front kick. The sheer power of his kick forced her airborne, but the battle hardened conqueror awakened, on her descent Madison tucked her chin and landed hard on her back shoulder blades, facilitating a back roll into a crouched position. "Fool" She grunted holding her ailing sternum in anger, his speed was awe-inspiring; before she could fully rise to full form his elbow connected with her face, depositing the young apprentice to the floor on the far side of the hall.

Coagulated strings of purple blood formed at the pit corners of her now "Human-Flesh" skin as she wince in pain. The master, he was far too powerful for someone like Madison to combat, but his apprentice? he was but a learner the darkness clouded him in a way that made her believe he was just learning. She could show him a thing or too.

Rising with her hand comforting her ailing sternum, her free hand push forward and pulled the ambient space between them hoping to use her control over the light-force in a form of synergy. The pull was a means to throw off his balance, closing the distance she feint a strike towards his face with a pirouette but followed through with a low strike towards his pelvis; with the distance now closed she sought to send a crushing high knee towards his chin. If this fool was allowing himself to fall to the darkness so easily, hopefully her knee could bring him back to his senses.

@madison_maynard: Ohhhh shit its on now

@ali_sani_bashir: Bring it Bucko

@ziccarra_liafador: I'm so tempted to drink some coffee and fire right back lol

@ziccarra_liafador: Who is that woman? Her expressions thrill me.

@ziccarra_liafador:

The Evil Queen Regina, from Once Upon A Time.

@ali_sani_bashir said:

@ziccarra_liafador:

Children would be a great look for you lol

You two are on fire, btw. Loving this.

@ziccarra_liafador said:

@ali_sani_bashir said:

@ziccarra_liafador:

Children would be a great look for you lol

Thanks!! :)

A longtime disciple of the Horned God, the One-Eyed Prince had been chosen to realize the final chapter of the Purge of the Kwazulu Alcazar; the death of Ali Sani Bashir. Deemed too clever, too unpredictable, too driven, too different from all other Faceless Owls, the Bashir Bishop had brought him the Blood of Gráinne and outlived his usefulness. He had to die. And his deliverer was Valon, or so Ezra intended. Intended to send him to the Sanctum of the Force to learn the secrets of the mind tricks wielded by Dark side sorcery. But as the One-Eyed Prince arrived, draped in a hooded cloak over his ebony armor as he strode into the Halls of Discourse, he had other intentions; to uncover the heart of Dark side sorcery for his own gain.

His power seeped into every corner, thickening the air with a freezing presence, a gravitas that cast a quality of authority and psychotic intensity befitting his cold and harshly authoritarian exterior. Striding through the grand hall, his dark eyes studying every wall and bit of decor from behind his helmet, Valon's aura was commanding, his body language guarded, he was intensely private and was there to share nothing but learn everything. And once inside the Library of Cognition, the One-Eyed Prince plucked his helmet from his head and wore the subtlest of smirks on his smug, boyish features, "I suppose it's time I learn to skin a cat", he quipped, his voice echoing with a monotone, almost hypnotic depth. "Or someone else..", he paused, his tone silky and cold, striking and with an emphasis on any harsh word, as though he was annoyed or perpetually sarcastic.

Casting his dark and penetrating eyes upon a text that read 'Dark Side: Mind Tricks', Valon dove into the secrets of the power he sought. The power Ezra needed him to wield so that his enemies could be destroyed and his targets captured.

@unquiet_spirit: @lady_grimm:"From what I gather" He says, replacing his robes so the hook of his saber loop keeps the flap behind it, "Strife has already been established. Lives were lost for millennia to acquire the information in these halls. With the Strife of the past we are allowed an advancement to the future. With Strife of the present, we only establish a lack of future understanding and are relegated to the past by consequence of action. Not the lack there of."

He stares up at the ceiling, then guiding his way down the bricks of the walls, and back to the eyes of the masterless apprentice,

Antiquated by the Jedi who would still walk this sanctum and learn it's vast secrets as we scrape together the mere pin prick of knowledge we have acquired here in the time we did, have. Sometimes, rarely, passivity can be the best course of action."

Darting his head to the right sharply, gritting his teeth as his lips curl , looking into the vacant eyes of what appeared to be a droid of some kind, "Shut your mouth abomination. This is not your concern. Look at you...coated in their colors like a walking zealot. You are a prisoner by another name. You have no right to pass order."

@rive_drakeis:@lady_grimm

"You minsunderstand me," the cybernetic samurai said. "It was not a request."

Though his artificial limbs made no noise as they moved, the stretch of the blade against its scabbard was audible. He did not bring it out, not all the way. Just enough to show the janodes de-edged katana, glowing much the same as the nodes across his body. "You are unwelcome here. You may leave, but if you wish to pass you must attempt to pass through me."

@rive_drakeis: @unquiet_spirit@lady_grimm

Renn had been watching the trio with a curious eye. Slowly, he walked into view of the three, standing just outside of the Arena of Struggle but visible enough to give them all a wearied, almost pitiful stare.

"Gentlemen," he looked at Grimm, "and lady, let us not forget two things - The Sanctum of the Force is for all beings, light or dark, and all three of you...Stand within the Arena of Struggle."

Abruptly he hopped onto the arena himself, circling Unquiet before coming to stand in front of Lady Grimm and Rive, folding his arms.

"I propose a sparring session, to clear the tension...Or end it," he smirked, lives had been known to have been lost in the Arena of Struggle. "The Spirit and I against Rive and yourself."

He gestured to Grimm, raising an eyebrow.

"For is that not the reason for your initial transgression here, assasin?"

@unquiet_spirit: @renn_kelen:@lady_grimm

Rive's head bobs with a scoff and a smirk, before he hops onto the arena floor with little effort thanks to his bionic legs, "Very well. I wouldn't want to disrespect the local customs. Young master? Care to join us." He says looking over his shoulder at the hate filled woman, waiting.

@rive_drakeis: @renn_kelen:@lady_grimm

"..." The Spirit considered. After a moment, he sheathed his blade. "Acceptable."

The Rebuilt Ronin had been facing the two, with his back to the large arena, and did not bother to turn towards it, simply leaping backwards, his mechanical legs allowing him to move faster than any human, and landing without a sound, next to the Eternal Warrior. He remained still, silent, waiting for someone to make the first move.

@madison_maynard:

Though he was a novice in regards to his attachment to the Force, the fallen warden of the False Bay had never the less begun to form a mental memorandum of instincts and observational registry. Such as the low rumbling thunder that seemed to accompany the psychogenic techniques of force-based telekinesis, allowing him to instinctual react to his unknown opponent with aggressive reflexes.

Like a folded up switch-blade his arm instantly sprang open, unleashing a hopeful wave of rudimentary TK, seeking to ward off the offensive deployment of the highly trained renegade. But to no avail. Ali was quickly encased and pulled off balance, narrowly able to bring his leg up to deflect the low aiming strike towards his pelvis with his shin and knee. However, the force trained outlaw had complimented her initial strike with a secondary deployment that slammed into the Fellstar's chin, sending him straight back and off his feet.

"Hmph"a quick gasp of escaped air indicated the wind had been knocked out of the downed Bashir. Yet almost immediately the acrobatic warrior had rolled onto the arch of his shoulders, before blasting up with a no-handed kip-up, instantly shooting his hand towards the skilled martial practitioner in an attempt to rip the silver hilt from her belt, twirling it in his hand while igniting its luminescent plasma. His eyes changing colors as anger and rage began to flood his emotional composure.

@ali_sani_bashir:

@pun_king: LOL

@madison_maynard:

@ali_sani_bashir: @ali_sani_bashir:

His wherewithal as a combatant left her impressed, he had the instincts of a learned warrior whose fortitude had been forged through years of training and deep introspection. As she stood opposite him watching as he twirled her saber, anger too begin to swell in the heart of the Outlaw Queen. That saber belong to her deceased master, and the fact that he now had full control of it's properties awakened the silent rage that'd been stirring since her initial arrival on Earth.

"Center yourself"

Advice her former master always gave her, but the two words never meant as much; as they did today. The line between the lightforce and dark force was thin, so thin it was impossible to guage whether or not Madison crossed it. Madison's rudimentary knowledge of how to wield a saber would've shown if it came down to it, but with her saber resting tightly in his grasp; her knowledge of the force was now her biggest export. "Human..." She grumbled before allowing the force to overcome her body jumping into the air, The Ninjan Queen brought both her fist down into the carpeted tiles of the sanctum floor releasing a devestating expansive offensive force barrier with the sole intention of dislodging and retrieving her lightsaber.

@madison_maynard:

The sensationalized aura of dark force energy that Ali had previously gauged while in the presence of the unknown Sith Lord, had now been sensed while in the thralls of mortal combat. Unable to discern whether it had resonated from within, or from the now outraged Outlaw Queen however, as she had rapidly taken to the air only to come crashing down with a measurable shockwave. And for a brief moment the Last Fellstar was able to focus, bare down, and stand in the eye of the force-fueled wave as it broke against the repossessed Lightsaber, finger's violently constricting around its metallic hilt. Before being catapulted by the sheer eruption that had been ejected by the tumultuous attack laid down by his opponent.

With considerable impact Ali crashed and tumbled over the rails of the elevated walkway, losing his hold of the lit-saber and free-falling several stories. Excelled gymnastic prowess allowing for a slowly developed back flip as he plummeted to a heavy crouch and somersaulting landing.

Methodically the cloaked Sith Lord, who had remained unmoved to this point, maneuvered to the side almost standing atop the dislodged Lightsaber in order to peer down on his would be apprentice. "Excellent." he confidently mumbled upon witnessing the status of Ali, alive and well all be it a little worse for wear. "Perhaps another time." Speaking over his shoulder towards the conflicted warrior. Silently sensing the extreme pull of the Dark-Side as it heavily weighed on Madison's fortified conviction. Kneeling down, the Sith Lord retrieved the artistic hilt, and proceeded to hand it towards the young woman.

Oh man I want Renn to get involved here and be like "nope gtfo away from her evil man" but he can't be everywhere dammit xP

@renn_kelen: haha I'm glad cause you being away is essential for my next move :D

@ali_sani_bashir:

@renn_kelen: While you're here. How much time would you say has elapsed since our duel?

@ali_sani_bashir: Hmm, it's completely down to you. After the dual Renn flew to Kashyyyk so it could be anything as short as a week to a month. What were you thinking?

@renn_kelen: I dont really have a time in mind. For me, the longer the better. We dont really need specifics, somewhere in-between weeks-a month works. Just something long enough to throw up a training montage lol

@ali_sani_bashir: Sounds perfect man. I'm loving the entire feel of the SW stuff right now, plus I haven't written a true blue in a very long time so it's a welcomed change!

@renn_kelen: Same here. You're killin the Obi Wan role.

@ali_sani_bashir:

Everyone has a SW archetype and I'm over here running around as a cyborg ninja xD

@unquiet_spirit: I was noticing how well he bleeds into the genre though. He's like a Jedi Grievous. Even has a green lightsaber

@ali_sani_bashir: Thanks! I was drawing more parallels to Vader, sonce he's who you think if when you thing "Star Wars" and "cyborg," but Grevious fits even better lol

Technically it's just a katana, the edge is an ancient Jedi material that can block the lightsaber blades. Headcanonly, it's also the crystal inside the actual saber, but that's not my canon to write lol

@unquiet_spirit: What kind of crystal? A kyber crystal perhaps? I like the katana angle too. A weapon that isnt a Lightsaber yet can hold its own with ties to lore (ancient jedi material). Its always nice when you can find an archetype that flows into and alongside other genres.

@ali_sani_bashir: If that peice of canon carries over here, then I don't see why not :P

Definitely, especially if you subscribe to the theory that SW is primarily a fantasy story.

I know I'm not getting shit about being at the Sanctum from a non-Jedi. Next I'll be kicked out of the NAACP by Donald Trump :P

@black_virtue: Ha!

Seriously though, he's not been there long, and the time he's been there it's mostly been having cybernetics grafted onto his arms. We'll see what he becomes <_<

Surgically I drag the razor's edge along my freshly kept hairline. My reflection now serves as a powerful reminder of who I was and how far I've come. In the weeks following my premeditated incursion into the Sanctum, in what has quickly become somewhat of a small legend, Nikademus and I have seen very little of one another. there is little doubt that I will one day need to destroy him.

He has completely isolated himself. Secluded from both Jedi and Sith, spending copious amounts of time locked away in his quarters. His obsessive pursuit of the knowledge contained within some of the Sith holocrons, which are diligently safeguarded within the Sanctum, has no doubt tortured his hyper-active mind. I know now that he originally intended for me to be killed during our unsanctioned attack. The fact that I not only survived, but was mysteriously taken under the wing of a respected Sith Lord has no doubt served to further that divide.

I must admit, even I have yet to understand the full intent of my sponsoring Sith's motivations. But the wisdom and diligent tutelage he has imparted on me has been beyond invaluable. His ideological views, staunch and strictly traditional, make what he has now asked me to do all the more mercurial.

"The pathway to the dark-side can take many avenues, but sadly you will find very few of them here. At least in comparison to the more established indoctrination of the Galactic Sith Empire. I can teach you what knowledge is contained within our order here, but you will eventually need to make the pilgrimage to more influential solar systems in search of the Sith's true power."

His old and weathered hands slowly and limply stacked upon themselves before he continued. "But what you can learn here are the ways of the Jedi. Nowhere else in the vast darkness of space will you find a more exclusive opportunity." Unfolding a hand and placing it along my shoulder. "You have a rare constitution. One that I believe will allow you to explore, but remain untainted by the ways of the Light side of the force. Granting you the ability to understand your eventual enemies on a level few could ever hope to obtain."

His old gravel toned voice, as always, continues to persuade my actions. Actions that have been governed by his esoteric machinations since the day he saved my life. "I will continue to do as you ask, as I have since my arrival. And yet I do not even know your name?" With a menacing laugh he has forced me to step back. I know he senses my fear. I, can sense the fear. However I have come to far to remain uneducated as to my would be teacher's identity. "I have had many names. None of which should concern you. For the time being you may simply call me, Master...."

@ali_sani_bashir: Ah now I see, the Mace Windu bio and everything is perfect for Ali right now. Great stuff.

@renn_kelen: They need to make a Mace Windu stand alone film. An origin story would be awesome!

@ali_sani_bashir: Just speaking to Psy about that! I rewatched Episode 2 and the look he gives Count Dooku after chopping off Jango Fett's head is just the most cold-hearted shit I've ever seen from a Jedi xD

The man is pure badass.

Shattered Empire is a good marvel story. Takes place right after Jedi and has Leia going to Naboo, and Poe Dameron's parents.

@renn_kelen: Ha! love that. He's cool in the Clone Wars cartoon too. He full on hates Anakin hahah the foreshadowing is beastmode. The whole time you get the sense he's thinkin, "bitch, I should just kill you now and be done with it"

@rive_drakeis: I considered reading that just never actually done it, guess I should now :P

@ali_sani_bashir: Yeah. I really love Mace Windu and the subtle depth behind him. He was a beautiful demonstration of how the Jedi Order had become complacent which led to them dying. Like, the first line you ever hear from the Jedi Council is from Windu and it's him arrogantly stating, "the Sith couldn't have returned without us realizing" and dismissing the entire notion instantly. I can go full-fanboy when talking about Mace Windu as he was just so perfectly executed by the writers and actor xD

@renn_kelen: You know, after reading it you learn Poe isn't the first Dameron to be a Rebel pilot. Remember I said she had a doll of a pilot in her cabin and a Reb helmet? Think she might be the lil sister of Poe. Kinda strange the center of the story was the Damerons too. And the mother comes in direct contact with some kind of trees strong with the force. Whatever that means.

@rive_drakeis: I feel I should watch TFA a few more times, my knowledge of it is so so bad compared to everything else Star Wars. I feel bad :P I wanna get in on these theories but don't know shit.

@renn_kelen: I only just noticed some stuff yesterday after rewatching it. Lotta overlooked moments you don't notice on the first watch because of all the action.