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    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-05-2002 07:02 AM:
    A Cimmerian Destiny {Darth Mundus}

    The coverlet of night surrendered to the coruscation of dawn's light, beckoning the arrival of a new nautical day, and the inauguration for the training of the Empire's newest apprentice, Darth Mundus. Zena sealed her eyes as the Darkside encased her subsistence, giving flight to her voice transmitted through the stratosphere as it tapped into the mind of her fledgling, easing him to consciousness, while kindling his diligence.

    " apprentice. Your indoctrination to the Dark Force awaits your presence at the outskirts of the training grounds. It is time to cultivate your potentiality.."

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-05-2002 08:14 AM:

    :: The night had perished, making way to a new day. After a nice evening at the local Bar, with a couple more Sith Empire members, Darth Mundus found himself in his chambers, trying to get some rest ::

    :: He just couldn't sleep, not that he did sleep much anyways, his mind was just full of thoughts, about his past, his present, but mainly...his future."

    :: Suddenly, w/o warning, he drastically silenced all of his thoughts, for all the years of waiting and looking for TSE, had come to an end, as he received the so long awaited call. The call of his new master, so that his training in TSE facilities, would begin ::

    ' In the training groundsI shall meet you master ' :: The Zabrak thought, and sent such message using the Dark Side of the force as a channel, to let his master know, he was on his way ::

    :: No idea, did the Zabrak had of where the training would take place, but using his senses and feeling his master's presence through the force, he was able to find his way and meet his new Master, Dark Lady Zena, who was patiently awaiting ::

    "M'lady, your humble servant Darth Mundus is at your service and ready to begin w/the training..."

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-07-2002 06:47 AM:

    .."Welcome, my apprentice, to the genesis of your training."..

    Zena paused briefly, regarding the lavish rolling hills and sheer cliffs looming over the voluminous sea circumventing its connerstone, daring anyone to navigate its gargantuan predator filled waters. She then swung her attention back to the heavily built Zabrak, his luminescent eyes mirroring that of the sun's rays, blanketing the grass in sprays of gold, as she spoke to him with an air of prominence.

    .."What does the DarkForce mean to you, Darth Mundus?"..

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-07-2002 11:52 AM:

    "The dark side is everything my Master. Is what moves us, it’s found within every one of us, in some stronger than others, but in every last one of us none the less. Unlike the Light Side, it lets us be who we truly are. The Light Side, teaches you how to be a droid, how to cage your feelings, not letting them out. The Dark Side, the powerful side, on the other hand, shows you how to channel your emmotions and use them against your enemy."

    "The Dark Side allows you to seize some poor fool's throat with little more than a thought and slowly crush the life from him as he reveals what you want to know. It is also not meant to be taken lightly, for if we fail and missuse it, it will devour us."

    :: Replied the large Zabrak to his master, in the hopes his answer would be what Lady Zena was expecting it to be. The fire could be seen in his gaze, as he spoke about the Dark Side, that side of the force could be felt flowing through his body, as he added ::

    " But in the Dark Side there is one thing, which is the most important of them all...FEAR...fear attracts the fearful......the strong.....the weak....the innocent.....the corrupt...fear...FEAR IS MY ALLY..."

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-09-2002 11:47 AM:

    Zena nodded to Darth Mundus and his attestations..

    .."Yes, my apprentice, The Darkside is nurtured by chaos and rage. Anger and hatred summons its powerful tendrils that engulf us in battle. We of the Sith strive to dominate and eradicate those whom stand in our way that pose a weakness and an enemy. We live to conquer and become the greatest warriors in the galaxy, demanding all those under us to bow before our reign. Through the Force of Darkness and skills of warfare we can accomplish this task. The Lightside is merely there to balance the Force. The fools known as the Jedi feel this is where the true power lies. They live in its tranquility denying themselves the fullness of their emotions, so they become entrapped in its mundane existence, void of feeling life as it should be lived. They philosophize about its life giving essence to no end, to a point of utter annoyance. We fight with anger, they fight with nothing but impassivity. How can they expect to defeat us when they deny themselves the seductive potent lure the Darkside beckons within each of us?"..

    Zena then approached closer to the Zabrak, her promising apprentice, DM, as she peered up at the man, a foot taller than she.

    .."You may find my methods of training as quite unorthodox, but let us never forget I was a mercenary, so am quite different than the others. I want us now to engage in a spar of hand to hand. This way your anger will be unleashed, allowing the DarkForce to permeate your veins, and build upon your power. Some masters opt for memories to rein in their emotions of darkness. I feel a raw physical challenge will be adequate in obtaining the objecive. Are you ready my apprentice?"..

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-09-2002 12:30 PM:

    :: During his past DM had traveled throughout the entire galaxy in company of his old master, Darth Vicious. Many things had the Iridonian seen, and at this point in time, not many would amaze him ::

    :: Yet this former mercenary, now his Sith Master, impressed him like few people have done before. He knew he would learn a lot from her, so he had every intention of making the most out of every training session, or even time with her, regardless where ::

    :: As the Zabrak raised his hands and closed his fists, adopting a deffensive position he said :: " I am ready, m'lady..."

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-10-2002 06:24 AM:

    .."ATTACK ME! A Sith must feel pain and use it to fuel their power. Not to numb it like a blasted Jedi! Don't hold back! I have trained for many years, I can take a punch. Be prepared, my apprentice, for a counter blow that shall ensue"..

    Zena braced herself for the hit that no doubt would be a sizable jolt from the massive Zabrak.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-10-2002 11:54 AM:

    :: Without his master being finished saying such words, the Zabrak known as Darth Mundus let out a furious roar, which echoed like a pack of furious beasts tearing their enemy apart :: "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

    :: The Zabrak moved his arm backwards, only to release it with a strength rarely seen, the Dark Side flowed through his body, wrinkling his frown, burning in his eyes, pumping up his veins due to it boiling in his bloodstem ::

    :: As the apprentice's arm moved forwards, a 'swoosh' could be heard, it was a result of its speed and the friction between the arm and the air ::

    :: All of a sudden birds flew away from the branches of the trees they were in, animals ran away looking for safety as the loudest of noises was heard, product of the impact between DM's fist and Zena's body ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-14-2002 11:22 AM:

    Zena was propelled off her feet by the buffet connecting with her chest, which resulted in an amplified rush of the Darkside, the pain seeding her power in a call for retribution as she rolled off to cushion her fall.

    "Quite a punch, my apprentice", she smirked, drawing on the agony engulfing her as she sprung up to her feet, feeling several bruised ribs from the encounter.

    Zena spirited herself at the robust Zabrak, as she feigned a right cross to his jaw, only to abruptly drop to sweep him from behind his right ankle with her left foot hooked onto him, off-balancing DM as he plummeted backwards. As his body met the loam in a thunderous crash, Zena rolled left, then shot up and drove her right booted foot into his throat in such away she could easily snap it.

    "Feel the anger my apprentice, the power of the Darkside is yours to manipulate at will. Allow its cogent tendrils to magnify your already paramount strength."

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-14-2002 02:47 PM:

    :: Anger, that feeling due to which many people have died or killed. Anger, the beginning of many things. That feeling was flowing through Darth Mundus’s body, every cell in his being was being consumed by its fire. ::

    :: Thoughtless, not being aware of what he was doing, but letting his fury guide him instead, he grabbed his master by the ankle and threw her a couple feet away. Right before Zenacould stand back up, the Zabrak had already gotten back on his feet, a loud stomp could be heard, it was the Iridonian running towards the former mercenary, while on the run he lifted his arm backwards and once he was only a few footsteps away, he jumped and once in the air he brought it forward and landed with the outter part of his fist on Zena’s back::

    :: That caused the beatiful but deadly woman to fall down. While on the ground Mundus grabbed her and put his arms around her body on a locking and quite tight bear hug, squeezing her. Sudeenly and without the ten horned creature even knowing it, a head butt was landed on his Sith Master’s forehead ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-15-2002 09:06 AM:

    Zena unleashed a ring of obscenities as the life was being crushed out of her. The gorging from his horns left her face a mask of blood, as she then boxed his ears in desperation. Zena sighed as she learned this species was not one to back down from an altercation. Their pain tolerance was remarkable. Calling on her beast breaking rapport with creatures, an attribute she was born with, bushes gave way to twin womprats receiving the call of their master, as the ample sized rats jumped onto the Iridonian's shoulders, tearing at his flesh, as he threw Zena to the ground in a heated fury.

    " friends." Zena ordered the animals, as they retreated into the woods. DM then spun around to seek revenge, entangled in acute animosity.

    With a wave of her hand as she stood up on her feet, the Sith Knight hurled a meter long tree limb at her apprenctice, averting its trajectory as it whipped into a spiral, soaring with increased velocity to Darth Mundus. Zena then approached him cautiously, calculating her next move. As soon as he crouched to avoid the makeshift boomerang, her right fist clashed with his jaw in an uppercut, as his lowered form afforded her the target. She declined a verbal interchange, as she studied his reaction silently, to better understand the best method of training her apprentice. The pain only augmented her own anger, as she ignored her blood stained facet.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-15-2002 10:07 AM:

    :: When DM, stood up he felt something in his arm bothering him, it was not pain, but a piece of flesh hanging from his left shoulder, the wound was from the womprats that had bit him earlier. He took it with his right hand and pulled it off, tearing the flesh apart. He then started to play with it tossing it from one hand to another while an evil smile was drawn in his face ::

    :: He then turned and threw the piece of his own flesh to Zena, and as soon as she tried to hit it with the back of her hand to deflect it, she received a hit. She never thought it was just a mere distraction so that her defensive position could be lowered a little bit and opened. The Zabrak practically had thrown himself at her, right behind the piece of meat, and had jumped with both fists first, landing a hit on Zena's chest, that not many others would have resisted. As they both landed to the ground the Iridonia native quickly put each knee on one side of the former merc's body trapping her arms, and then he just let all of his weight fall into her stomach, sitting on it. He then proceeded to start hitting her on the face, first right, then left, like that several times ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-17-2002 10:53 AM:

    The consecutive blows pushed Zena's restraint to the breaking point. His cumbersome weight was making it almost impossible to throw him off without the aid of the Darkside. The pressure on her became unbearable, making each intake of air a laborous ordeal. The repeated facial punches beckoned her power to arise, as a concealed dagger in her boot sleeve slid into her left hand, hilt first. The Sith Knight carefully inverted the dagger till it met his flesh, slicing into his right hamstring muscle at his rear thigh. DM paused for a second as he felt the pain, temporarily ceasing his volley of attacks. Zena acted on the interruption as she pushed off with her feet bringing her knees up. With the Force aiding in the motion considering his ample weight, she rocked back with her pelvis off the ground, swinging her legs and ankles behind him. as they intertwined about his neck, spilling him off her. His eyes bulged as blood was being denied to his brain. Any jerking motion to either side would ensue with a shattered neck.

    "DO YOU YIELD?!" Zena shouted as she was encompassed in the shroud of obscurity.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-18-2002 06:26 AM:

    "yi...yie...ah...yield??? aah....hmmm...from ...whe....where I come frommm...yield never yield...."

    :: Said the oversized Zabrak almost whispearing as he was gasping for air, trying to catch his breath. In many years he had not felt pain, until today that is ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-18-2002 02:12 PM:

    .."The Darkside is our ally, my apprentice. In time, you shall utilize it as I have."..

    Zena unwrapped her ankles about his neck as she rolled up to her feet.

    .."Now...Darth Mundus, you shall learn to harness the power of the Darkside. I trust your anger has been well exercised,"..Zena commented with a wink.

    .."Better get that cut looked at."..

    Zena commanded a med droid whom was waiting nearby to see to his dagger wound, as it was about to make a temporary seal till med bay would provide a more appropriate technique for a permanent bond. She noted the Zabrak's agitation at the droid.

    .."You need medical assistance, DM, allow the droid to see to that laceration so we may continue."..

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-19-2002 05:55 AM:

    :: Without even knowing it, the wounded Zabrak smashed the med droid with one sudden hit ::

    "I tend to my own wounds, and I will do so when the time comes."

    :: Said the Iridonian as he ripped a piece of his shirt and tied it more than tight, right above the dagger wound. The pain resistance natural to his race was beyond imaginable. But in him it was even greater. He was not the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, just because; and the way he intended to become a great Sith Master some day, was not by nursing his injuries as soon as they were inflicted ::

    "Pain is no more. We may continue now"

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-20-2002 07:20 AM:

    Zena growled at her apprentice as she unhooked Rancor's Claw from her utility belt, activating one side of the dual saber as a lava red core escaped its nesting confines spitting forth in a thrumming hiss, casting a crimson shade across the Sith Knight's visage.

    .."Then I shall cauterize the wound...Darth Mundus come here!".. Zena ordered her apprentice in a raspy tone.

    .."Ever feel a laser beam cut into your flesh? We shall test your tolerance level for pain! You should have allowed the droid to see to that cut. Now we do it my way!"..She sneered, beckoning over her dauntless apprentice.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-20-2002 11:07 AM:

    "Sometimes we do what we want, the rest of the time we do what we must" :: Said the tattooed face apprentice as he moved towards his master :: "M'lady, do what you must" :: He then turn around so that the wound would face Lady Zena, slowly he removed what was left of his shirt, he rolled it up and put it in his mouth, between his teeth, biting it, protecting his tongue ::

    :: DM's master was somewhat surprised with all the wounds that the Iridonian's torax revealed. Whiplashes, blasts, cuts, those were only some of the silent screams on the Zabrak's body ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-23-2002 02:50 PM:

    .."Brace yourself my apprentice."..

    Zena guided the lance's incandescent end to sear the gaping wound, resulting in a stinging chorus of sizzles and hisses, escorted by the familiar stench of burnt flesh permeating the air. It would leave a nasty scar, but these physical marks, like tattoos, adorned a warrior's existence of experience, courage, and strength. She then diverted his attention from his agony as she barked an order, quickly utilizing this advantageous exposure to assist in the trial that laid ahead.

    .."Take the pain! Permit it to aggrandize your connection to the Darkforce! Over there, Darth Mundus, are two small boulders. I wan't you to levitate each one three feet in the air. If you can complete this enterprise, annex your centralization on the Darkside even farther, surrounding them with pebbles, spiraling about each rock to simulate as spinning asteroids." ..

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-24-2002 09:38 AM:

    :: Agony, a more than intense physical pain. This is the best word to describe what the tattooed face apprentice was feeling. With his arms wrapped around himself, all he could do was try to resist, screaming in silence, taking pride on the pain resistance his race was famous for ::

    :: Agony soon turned into anger, deciding not to hold it anymore, he extended his arms to the sides in a sudden violent move while letting out the loudest of screams ::"AAAAHHHH!!!!! SATIDLAM SARDEIP ESNETNAVEL!!!" *Ancient Zabraki for damn stones rise*

    :: An intense fire was burning in his eyes, he then reached out his right hand and focused on the boulders, he tried to lift them. He suceeded with one, but failed with the other, it fell. DM didn't intend to ever know the meaning of failure. The fire in his gaze was even more intense now, his frown even more wrinkled, he reached out his other hand and lifted the second item succesfully ::

    :: Pure evil could be seen in his face a vicious smile was drawn in his countenance product of the Dark Side flowing through his body ::

    :: Withought losing focus he slightly turned to the floor to lock for some small pebbles to continue and succeed with the task given by his master. He was able to lift only a couple of them. With an even more ardent burning in his eyes. The pebbles would hit the rocks and fall into the ground, but giving up was not an intention on the Zabrakian's mind. He tried and tried. Finally after seven attempts he was able to succeed ::

    :: Exhausted he just couldn't take it anymore. With pretty much all of his energy drained out of him, he fell into the ground and so did the objects that were levitating ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 09-26-2002 12:42 PM:

    Zena shook her head as she relayed key information to her apprentice.

    "In battle, one must make provisions to handle oneself in battle if wounded. This is where the Darkside intervenes, my apprentice. It grants you the stamina to perdure in your exurtions. You can see through the eyes of a raven; scale colassal walls to their crest that you could not normally clamber; envoke illusions to confound your enemy; conjure up the DarkForce to monumental proportions, leaving total obliteration in your wake. This is the Rage spell we will tap into later on. The repercussions are endless. For now, report to medbay and get that leg looked at. I will meet you back here at dawn. You have done well, my apprentice, and shall become a great asset to the Sith Empire. Rest and rebuild."

    Zena nodded to Darth Mundus, spinning sharply on a heel as her stygian cloak whipped about her, whispering in a dance of calignosity. The warmongering Sith Knight made good her embarkation.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 09-27-2002 09:49 AM:

    "Ye...yes...m'lady" :: Those were the only words the Zabrak was able to say. Gathering strength from out of nowhere, he stood up blocking the pain to some extent and headed towards TSE HQ's med-bay ::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 10-03-2002 07:00 AM:

    As dawn made its consecutive arrival, Zena awaited her apprentice, Darth Mundus at the training grounds. The time had arrived for formal saber training. If he erred in his efforts, then he would only become more familiar with the prospect of enduring more pain, as it was an integral part of a Sith's existence, aiding as a tool in battle. More Force training would be introduced in time, as a battle was also an instrument in combing ones cultivation in the Force of Darkness. .. .

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 10-03-2002 06:23 PM:

    :: Dawn.....::

    ::Another day has come::
    ::Another training session is on its way::
    ::Another srike to take::
    ::Another wound to heal::
    ::Another hit to give::
    ::Another journey to begin::
    ::Another lesson to learn....::

    ::It had not been long since the Zabrak arrived at TSE. Not long, yet, he had learned a lot about himself, and about his way of life. The way of the Sith::

    ::He had started to discover skills he didn't know he had; powers he didn't even know existed. He was simply amazed and captured by the Dark Side of The Force. This was it, the fuel which drove him to try harder, go further and reach higher::

    ::Another day. The Zabrak arrived to the training grounds and met his master. Another lesson to be learned::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 10-09-2002 09:54 AM:

    Zena delivered one of her mocking grins as she nodded to Darth Mundus.

    .."How's the leg? Are you prepared to fight me with a double bladed saber? Or would you prefer the easiest way to start...with one single? Less pain only means less gain,".. she chuckled, as her hand slid to the elongated hilt sequestered at her belt.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 10-09-2002 11:03 AM:

    DM smiled at his master. He was happy to continue with training. By the time he woke up. He's leg and shoulder were still, not in pain, but maybe just a bit sore. Any other being probably wouldn't be able to walk, but the Zabrak's ressitance to pain was more than incredible::

    ::By the time he had gotten to the training grounds, he had even forgotten he had been wounded the day before. All he cared about was still learning and so he would do::

    "M'lady. I'm ready to begin our little duel. The pain is gone and only the scars remain. A double bladed lightsaber duel, sounds more than....appealing..."::He then unhooked BLOODLUST from his belt and placed it in his right hand.

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 10-13-2002 09:12 AM:

    "I would imagine my friends the womprats did quite a number on your shoulder. Be thankful I didn't summon the Rancor," she chuckled softly.

    "Then let us begin, my apprentice. Strike at me as if I were your enemy."

    Thumbing the hidden niche on her dual bladed saber hilt, Rancor's Claw, a lava lance danced out into its incandescent brilliance as the adjacent side ensued in rivalry. Zena spun the weapon over her head as she snapped the hilt down with the right core laid diagonally before her torso, the sister blade trailing behind and well past her left side. Her eyes danced in the anticipation of the spar, the pigments of her eyes altering to a steel grey, mimicking the sword, Serpent's Fang she usually carries in its leather sheath.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 10-15-2002 02:15 PM:

    ::Giving a little step forward. DM adopted a defensive position while holding BLOODLUST horizontally on his right hand. A stripe of blue light came up from one of the ends of the twin-bladed lightsaber. A couple seconds later, DM, light the other end, another blue ray of light came out::

    ::He then grabbed it with both hands and started to spin the elegant weapon, until he stopped and then raising it up in the air he struck down on his Master::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 10-22-2002 05:50 AM:

    While taking a step back, Zena intercepted then pushd the right side of her saber beam against his attacking blade, elevating it to her left, and pivoting left 45 degrees, then snapped the core down diagonally against his open lower flank while his blade was parried away from center.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 10-27-2002 10:11 AM:

    ::Realizing his master's attack DM quickly reacted and blocked the blow intended by Dark Lady Zena::

    ::Using the force of Zena's first counter, DM was able to stop Zena's attack by spinning his saber 180º and hitting Zena's blade. For a moment they were locked as both Sith were rather strong and they wouldn't give up::

    :: The Zabrak then gave in only a little bit so that Zena would be pushed by her own force. Mundus then raised his saber spinning it up in the air, while pivoting right 180º to bring his saber down with a back thrust::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 10-28-2002 03:09 PM:

    Cursing in her native mercenary tongue as she skirted back and to a side, pivoting her body so it was parallel with the attacking blade, Zena intersected his lance with her present right blade as she switched her grip and parried it up in a crescent arc. With his back now to her, she side kicked his lower lumbar region, her booted heel making solid contact and hissed..

    .."Never give your opponent your back if you are not prepared for surprises, Darth Mundus. Now, attack me again!."..

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 10-29-2002 08:05 AM:

    ARGHHHH!!! Ojarac adagnich erdam!!!

    ::Pain was visible in the Zabrak's tattooed face. It was not just a simple powerless kick, but a hard powerful one. Apparently he had commited a mistake that could have cost him his life. He didn't say a word of complain, he is the disciple, this is his training, and he is here to learn. Truth is he didn't finish the movement, as he stopped there, but the complete one was to bring the Saber up, with the other hand and place it vertically in front of him. But there are no IFs::

    ::The 315 lb Iridonian adapted turned around facing his master again and adopted a new defensive position::

    ::He placed his saber on his right side and started to spin it, then using both hands, he was making it travel on both his sides, right to left, left to right::

    ::Without notice, he took a quick step forward and brought the saber up, then twisting 360°, he turned one of the blades off, he brought the saber down, in a vertical strike::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 10-30-2002 06:52 AM:

    Stepping with Darth Mundus as she followed his rotation, Zena poised the the right blade of Rancor's Claw, raking it against his lone blade's incoming vertical decline and snapping it off to her left. Then while the Sith Knight spun to her right 110 degrees, she boosted the left core of her dual saber in an arc from his mid-right thigh by the hamstring muscle, on a navigated course to his lower ribs on the adjacent oblique, if the collision was not sufficiently offsetted.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 11-07-2002 10:27 AM:

    ::The strike was quick and precise. There were not many options for the tattooed face apprentice. He backflipped, while contorting into a twist as the blade was coming in an angle::

    ::Rancor's Claw blade swinged past him giving the Iridonian the advantage at her back::

    ::He spinned Bloodlust 180° degrees, so that the blade that was lit, would be the one facing the former merc's back::

    ::He then thrust his blade forward hitting her, but just with the hilt, as the oversized Iridonian, had turned the blade off, while moving it forward::

    ::An evil smirk was drawn in the tattooed face of the giant Zabrak::"Better M'lady?"

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 11-07-2002 12:23 PM:

    Zena flushed with embarrassment as her apprentice got one on her.

    .."Next time keep the blasted blade lit so the wound will be a painful reminder for me not to be so careless and underestimate your talents, my apprentice. Well done."..

    Zena's eyes were locked on her opponent as she spun to face Darth Mundus. She circled him like a predator sizing up its prey about to be devoured, as he followed her sauntering about him, expecting a retaliation for his mark.

    "The double bladed saber is an intricate instrument, my apprentice. I see you are learning well of its advantages in combat. But you have a ways to go, as we have only just touched on its capacity," she winked in a mocking manner.

    With the blinding speed of a rain of blaster bolts, the right blade of Rancor's Claw was guided toward his left bicep, while he warded off its trajectory flicking up his left blade, only to be attacked again as she spun out and back flowing with the momentum into a 90 degree clockwise spin, readying her left core for a stabbing thrust to his mid-abdominal region below the hilt of his weapon.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 11-11-2002 11:25 AM:

    ::After deflecting Zena's first attack, DM found himself in a somewhat difficult situation. His lightsaber was almost in a vertical position, meaning his right hand was on bottom edge of the lightsaber. There was no time for him to try and spin the lightsaber to the right, as he then would have to cross his hands, and that's the 1st rule when fighting double bladed lightsabers, NEVER CROSS YOUR HANDS::

    ::To spin the blade in the opposite direction, would've done no good either, as it would have taken him too much time to do it, being almost a fact that the former mercenary, would have hit him for sure::

    ::The only option he had, was the one he took. He pivoted 90° on his right foot, Zena's blade passed right in front of him. His right foot being his axis again, he rotated 180º, all while spining his dual bladed saber. He then rotated 270º on his left foot so that Zena's back would be facing him::

    :: DM then placed BLOODLUST hotizontally on his right side. Left hand first, right hand second and thrusted the dual bladed saber forward, taking a small first step, trying to hit Zena's from behind::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 11-13-2002 11:10 AM:

    Sensing the lance navigated at her lower lumbar region, Zena stepped ahead, maneuvering her saber as she pivoted to launch herself in a half circle, her left blade dancing before her as she knocked his barbed core off to her left with a concise parry. Continuing the rotation with her right beam elevated, the Sith Knight closed the distance between her apprentice, reversing her direction, the left core now ripped up and under his open armpit of the open side that was pushed out and away.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 11-21-2002 04:55 PM:

    ::Mundus noticed Zena's saber, coming right at him. He's left blade up in the air, he used his right foot as his axis and rotate 90º backwards, his right side was now facing the fierce warrior, he moved his right hand forward, leaving the left one exactly where it was, deflecting the woman's lightsaber, causing her also to pivot on her right foot at a 90º angle to her left. Now Mundus right shoulder, was facing Zena's left side::

    ::With one quick movement, the Zabrak brought BLOODLUST up spinning it::

    ::Again he spun 90º back, his right foot being used as a pivot; only to take one more 180º clockwise spin, using his left foot as his axis. He then brought the his dual-bladed light saber down, in front of him, left hand front, right hand back, and taking a small step he thursted it forward, aiming towards the beatiful but deadly woman's back::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 11-23-2002 05:41 AM:

    Zena dropped into a forward roll evading his attack, her tunic singed as she narrowly missed his blade's end. Hoisting herself back up, she sighed while meeting the Zabrak's visage.

    "Always trying for my back will get you on my bad side Darth Mundus." She commented with a wink.

    "Let us now try some hand to hand combat for a spell."

    Zena dectivated both sides of her weapon, the dual beams ingested into their metallic confines. Securing the hilt to her belt, The Sith Knight waved on her apprentice to commence an attack.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 11-23-2002 09:24 AM:

    "M'lady..." ::That's all the Zabrak could say in response to his master's comment about her back and the wink she had given to him::

    ::He spun around BLOODLUST and while doing so he turned the blades off. Then as the Zabraki continued to spin his now shut-down saber, he brought it down with his right hand putting it in place, on his belt::

    ::As he did so he brought both arms down, moved his shoulders upwards, only to bring them down once more and tightened his arms, as if tryin to make every single in vein in them pop::

    ::He took a deep breath and spoke:: "Master..." ::The tattoed face disciple bowed his head, acknowledging the due respect to the Sith Knight::"... if I remember correctly it is I who took the first blow on our past encounter. I think it is only, fair and politely correct, that it should be you who goes first on this ocassion..."

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 11-23-2002 09:51 AM:

    Darth Mundus! Never question the order of a training Master. You are Sith, always think like one! Now attack! Hold your sincere pleasantries for the bar in the relations with others!" She snarled, angered at his audacious reply dressed to look civil in suggestion.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 11-23-2002 10:05 AM:

    "Your wish is my command m'lady" ::As the oversized Zabrak was done saying this, he bowed in respect, not only his head, but his complete torso::

    ::Without warning, once he was straight back up a powerful right roundhouse kick was launched by the horned-headed creature. It completely took Zena off guard, hitting her right in the chin. The powerful movement sent the Sith Knight down and several feet away from the Iridonia native::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 12-04-2002 11:20 AM:

    With a forced smile coupled by a welling bruise, Zena rounded herself up and nodded.

    "You're fast, but let's see how fast."

    Charging her massive Zabrakian apprentice, Zena wheeled over and past his left side, her speed and flexibility augmented by training on heavy gravitational planets. Landing behind his shoulder as she followed his motion, spinning to face her, DM was met with an open palm thrust to his sternum. As he doubled over from the rush of air expelled from his lungs, the Zabrak was caught off guard with a powerful jab over his left eye bearing a primed fist, as she then spun off to her left and away, following with the momentum.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 12-04-2002 01:42 PM:

    ::His head a little bit higher than normal. His eyes facing the sky, his mouth wide open. The jab had definitely been a major blow for the Zabrak. In order for him not to fall, he had to take a couple steps back. Then he bended over again, trying to regain his breath::

    ::With his arms still in his stomach, and his head looking down the Zabrak could catch through his right eye, a glimpse of a shadow moving very quickly towards him. Seemed like another jab was on the way::

    ::Once the punch was released; Mundus, with lightning quick speed, was able to completely dock and avoid the hit. Thursting himself forwards he impacted his right shoulder right on Zena's stomach, returning her the favor, of taking out the air of his being, only now it was her lungs, the ones that were empty::

    ::As she doubled over from the severe blow, the Zabrak stood up with all the strength that he had, which was quite some, and delivered a powerful "upwards" headbutt, which landed right on Zena's left side of her face. Some wounds could be seen and blood was dripping out of them, due to the fact that two of his horns had made contact with her countenace::

    ::The minute she stood up, unbending herself, as a result of he force of the impact, she placed her hands in her face;that gave DM the advantage. The advantage of throwing a sweeping kick with his right leg, using his left foot as a pivot, spinning 360º clockwise::

    ::The Sith Knight fell to the ground, as she had just been swept by the large Iridonian, he thn backflipped in order to back away from the beatiful but deadly woman, plus it was a very elegant way to stand up in such a fight::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 12-09-2002 03:41 PM:

    Please don't post so many of my moves..I could have countered on some...Also, don't forget you are facing a Sith Knight with more experience, and she would be sensing your moves beforehand for the most part, thus at the least, avoiding the last hit.}

    While jumping back to her feet, riveting raw rage circulating in her veins like tainted webs, immense power pumping her dark heart, the Sith Knight ignored the blood streaming down her face by the lacerations as she prepared a retaliative strike. Lumbering back for distance, Zena executed blinding consecutive roundhouses, forcing the Zabrak to backpedal. As he lowered to sweep at her supporting leg, she dropped into a shoulder roll with her weight well shifted to the ground. She then rolled back nailing him in the throat with a side kick in a crouched position, as he was lowered in form as well.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 12-09-2002 05:27 PM:

    OOC: Sorry about so many moves. Won't happen again


    ::One after another, the Zabrak received several kicks in his face inflicted by the enraged former merc. His head was bouncing like a boxing speed bag. First spit came out of his mouth, then it was not only that, but blood in a mixture that left trace on the floo to such a fierce battle::

    ::One one knee with his right hand rubbing his throat, nursing it as a result of Zena's last hit. The Iridonia native could sense his master coming right at him for another hit. As soon as she was within reach a left uppercut was delivered right to her chin, causing her head to go up and is bounced back down, her forehead was received by the disciple's elbow that had kept going on with the same movement of the first blow::

    ::Mundus then took two little jumps back adopting a deffensive position::

    Posted by Dark Lady Zena on 01-16-2003 05:37 AM:

    Angered by his punch, a rush of unseen power propelled the Disciple off his feet as he skidded ten yards on his back. With a playful smirk, Zena ambulated towards his prone form taking a cursory glance at his astoundment.

    "The Force push will always win over brute strength, my apprentice..Stand up...Warrior of the Sith Empire Yes, you are no longer a Disciple. You have earned your rank. Like my Master, Jedah Lynch, we have an informal way of bestowing rank upon our apprentices. We do not see the reason to bring an assembly to the Council room. Rank to us is earned on the training field. Now, clean yourself up. I have some urgent business to attend to. Congratulations," she uttered with obvious pride.

    With a smile, she nodded to Darth Mundus, then dispersed the training area to the docking bay, readying her ship..The Intrepid.

    Posted by Darth Mundus on 01-16-2003 08:14 AM:

    :: DM was certainly not prepared for Zena's attack, the force push was indeed a blow that could free him of certain ' uncomfortable ' situations::

    ::Instictively the Zabrak shook his head violently from one side to antoher. Indeed his master's blow had caught him off guard, but now he had been caught off guard even more so, by the former merc's words:: "...a sith warrior???

    ::Amazement could be sensed in the Zabrak's words, as such whisper left his tattooed mouth::

    ::Not that the 315 lb 7'1" ten-horn-headed creature wasn't ready for such honor, but this promotion ceremony, was certainly different, from the previous ones he had been witness to::

    ::Slowly standing up, he approached his Master, Dark Lady Zena, looking at her straight into her eyes. Just a few steps before her, he knelt on one knee::

    "My Master..."

    ::Hi then lowered his head, bowing in complete respect to the beatiful but deadly woman::

    ::After a few seconds, he raised his head so that he could see the Sith Knight::"I thank you for bestowing the rank of Warrior in me...I will wield it with honor and wisdom....I promise you and TSE what you've done today will not be in vain, nor my new rank, misused in my own accord..."

    ::As he stood up he finished::"With the Dark Lords as my witnesses, I reafirm the promise one day made by this humble servant of yours in the recruitement hall...I will make you and every member of TSE proud..."

    ::He then watched his master leave the training grounds, once she was gone and he was left with nothing but his own thoughts, he headed to his chambers::

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