BenRan Chapter 3: Tri-Duel
Tiberius's feeling of alarm melted into annoyance. "Well, there is no sense waiting to be cut down from the ceiling," and with that, he Force pushed the floor of the ventilation shaft so that it split, allowing Scylla and himself to fall to the ground, landing gracefully on their feet, igniting their sabers as they fell. Scylla's ice-blue blade glowed terrifyingly, and next to the acid-green of Tiberius's, it made for a shocking sight.
Tiberius surveyed the large room they were in. Its walls were well over 40 feet apart and the majority of the ceiling, excluding the ventilation shaft, was 80 feet. He finally saw exactly what this man looked like. The Dark Jedi wore a deep red tunic and a black cape with a hood. His black boots met at the upper shins with a pair of baggy red leggings that disappeared under his tunic. Tiberius had the same style garbs, aside from the fact that he dressed in white and had a brown cloak, rather than a black cape.
"I suppose we shall have to settle this issue this with physical combat. Scylla, move in slowly and try to flank him."
"Yes master," she replied, her focus fixed on the Dark Jedi. She was looking forward to a good test of her skills.
The Dark Jedi smiled, "Perhaps I may not have to kill you two," and to the horror of Scylla, the other end of his lightsaber belched out another red blade, "too quickly," he finished, grinning evilly.
"New plan. Scylla, you cover his left side and I shall cover his right."
"Master, know any tactics to defeat a double-bladed lightsaber?" Scylla sent to him mentally.
"Do not worry," he said silently and reassuringly, "I want you just to be a distraction for him, if he focuses entirely on me, take the opening."
"I agree." she said aloud. Tiberius slowly approached the left side of the Jedi and Scylla mirrored him. Suddenly the Dark Jedi leapt at Scylla and brought one end of his lightsaber diagonally down. She parried his move and struck lightly towards his legs with her own blade before jumping spread-eagle style backwards and flipping just before hitting the floor.
Tiberius saw his opening and Force pulled the Dark Jedi, who was still facing Scylla, towards him. His target spun and defended with a Force pull of his own and screeched, "You will not survive your encounter with me!"
He spun his lightsaber around his body and lashed out with one end of it, catching the end of Tiberius's blade and throwing it off balance. "Alright," Tiberius thought to himself, "I am not holding back anymore."
Scylla leapt over the Dark Jedi and landed in a roll next to Tiberius. She stood with her saber ready for quick parries and blocks. Tiberius readied himself to make a powerful strike by raising his saber so that is pointed above his head.
Their mysterious foe sped forward launching a barrage of attacks on Tiberius, who blocked each blow with ease. Suddenly, the Dark Jedi raised one hand off his lightsaber and Force pushed Scylla into the wall behind them. Her head struck the steel and as her lightsaber deactivated, Tiberius caught a glimpse of her slipping into unconsciousness.
"You bastard," he said angrily, gripping his weapon more tightly. He swung his lightsaber diagonally upward, powerfully smashing into that of the Dark Jedi's. Tiberius then pulled his saber downward and turned the recoil into a spinning attack, twirling quickly around and flicking his wrists to bring up the poisonous green blade down hard over his opponents head. The force of the blow almost made his enemy bring his own blood-red saber down upon himself. Just in time though, he turned Tiberius's forcefull blow into momentum for a stab towards the Light Jedi's waist. Tiberius swung his lightsaber like a windmill, swinging the Dark Jedi's lightsaber into the air. Seizing the moment, he slammed his own blade into his foe's and sent the enemy Jedi's saber clattering to the floor across the room.
Then, in one fluid motion, he brought the glowing blade to the man's throat, stopping half an inch short. "Who are you cloning and why? You have ten seconds to tell me or you die."
The man stuttered his answer, "W- w- w- we're mak-king force enhan- n- ced Jedi."
Tiberius smiled coldly, "That is slightly unoriginal, hmm? I would guess you look up to the late Desann or Galak Fyyar?"
Suddenly, the Dark Jedi's confidence returned and a smile played across his lips. "Yes I do. But what they did is nothing compared to the revolution I'm going to lead."
Tiberius was slightly unnerved at the man's now unflinching confidence. "What if I kill you first?"
"Oh, I don't think that is going to happen."
Suddenly Tiberius collapsed to the ground from a sharp stinging pain in his lower back. His eyes shut tightly as he grimaced from the sensation. He saw through clouding eyes his lightsaber clattering to the ground and three members of a sniper platoon, armed with illegal Disruptor Rifles lean down and carry him away to the detention cells.
As they pulled him from the room, he faintly heard the Dark Jedi say to an imperial officer, "This one will make a wonderful addition to our Force pool."
The officer turned to him and asked, "What about the other?"
Tiberius hear a few more words before passing out completely. "I will deal with him. along with seven or eight Sith torture devices that I'm fond of."
Tiberius's feeling of alarm melted into annoyance. "Well, there is no sense waiting to be cut down from the ceiling," and with that, he Force pushed the floor of the ventilation shaft so that it split, allowing Scylla and himself to fall to the ground, landing gracefully on their feet, igniting their sabers as they fell. Scylla's ice-blue blade glowed terrifyingly, and next to the acid-green of Tiberius's, it made for a shocking sight.
Tiberius surveyed the large room they were in. Its walls were well over 40 feet apart and the majority of the ceiling, excluding the ventilation shaft, was 80 feet. He finally saw exactly what this man looked like. The Dark Jedi wore a deep red tunic and a black cape with a hood. His black boots met at the upper shins with a pair of baggy red leggings that disappeared under his tunic. Tiberius had the same style garbs, aside from the fact that he dressed in white and had a brown cloak, rather than a black cape.
"I suppose we shall have to settle this issue this with physical combat. Scylla, move in slowly and try to flank him."
"Yes master," she replied, her focus fixed on the Dark Jedi. She was looking forward to a good test of her skills.
The Dark Jedi smiled, "Perhaps I may not have to kill you two," and to the horror of Scylla, the other end of his lightsaber belched out another red blade, "too quickly," he finished, grinning evilly.
"New plan. Scylla, you cover his left side and I shall cover his right."
"Master, know any tactics to defeat a double-bladed lightsaber?" Scylla sent to him mentally.
"Do not worry," he said silently and reassuringly, "I want you just to be a distraction for him, if he focuses entirely on me, take the opening."
"I agree." she said aloud. Tiberius slowly approached the left side of the Jedi and Scylla mirrored him. Suddenly the Dark Jedi leapt at Scylla and brought one end of his lightsaber diagonally down. She parried his move and struck lightly towards his legs with her own blade before jumping spread-eagle style backwards and flipping just before hitting the floor.
Tiberius saw his opening and Force pulled the Dark Jedi, who was still facing Scylla, towards him. His target spun and defended with a Force pull of his own and screeched, "You will not survive your encounter with me!"
He spun his lightsaber around his body and lashed out with one end of it, catching the end of Tiberius's blade and throwing it off balance. "Alright," Tiberius thought to himself, "I am not holding back anymore."
Scylla leapt over the Dark Jedi and landed in a roll next to Tiberius. She stood with her saber ready for quick parries and blocks. Tiberius readied himself to make a powerful strike by raising his saber so that is pointed above his head.
Their mysterious foe sped forward launching a barrage of attacks on Tiberius, who blocked each blow with ease. Suddenly, the Dark Jedi raised one hand off his lightsaber and Force pushed Scylla into the wall behind them. Her head struck the steel and as her lightsaber deactivated, Tiberius caught a glimpse of her slipping into unconsciousness.
"You bastard," he said angrily, gripping his weapon more tightly. He swung his lightsaber diagonally upward, powerfully smashing into that of the Dark Jedi's. Tiberius then pulled his saber downward and turned the recoil into a spinning attack, twirling quickly around and flicking his wrists to bring up the poisonous green blade down hard over his opponents head. The force of the blow almost made his enemy bring his own blood-red saber down upon himself. Just in time though, he turned Tiberius's forcefull blow into momentum for a stab towards the Light Jedi's waist. Tiberius swung his lightsaber like a windmill, swinging the Dark Jedi's lightsaber into the air. Seizing the moment, he slammed his own blade into his foe's and sent the enemy Jedi's saber clattering to the floor across the room.
Then, in one fluid motion, he brought the glowing blade to the man's throat, stopping half an inch short. "Who are you cloning and why? You have ten seconds to tell me or you die."
The man stuttered his answer, "W- w- w- we're mak-king force enhan- n- ced Jedi."
Tiberius smiled coldly, "That is slightly unoriginal, hmm? I would guess you look up to the late Desann or Galak Fyyar?"
Suddenly, the Dark Jedi's confidence returned and a smile played across his lips. "Yes I do. But what they did is nothing compared to the revolution I'm going to lead."
Tiberius was slightly unnerved at the man's now unflinching confidence. "What if I kill you first?"
"Oh, I don't think that is going to happen."
Suddenly Tiberius collapsed to the ground from a sharp stinging pain in his lower back. His eyes shut tightly as he grimaced from the sensation. He saw through clouding eyes his lightsaber clattering to the ground and three members of a sniper platoon, armed with illegal Disruptor Rifles lean down and carry him away to the detention cells.
As they pulled him from the room, he faintly heard the Dark Jedi say to an imperial officer, "This one will make a wonderful addition to our Force pool."
The officer turned to him and asked, "What about the other?"
Tiberius hear a few more words before passing out completely. "I will deal with him. along with seven or eight Sith torture devices that I'm fond of."