Post by Squall on Jan 10, 2005 23:57:15 GMT -5
Confusion. Frustration. Conflict. Fear. Pain. Death.
Emotions. But no images. No pictures.
Krin furrowed his brow in frustration. Were these his emotions or .. someone.. else.. far away?
Images begin to come. Flashes of red light ... sound ... Screams, gurgles.. like people choking or drowning.
Smell.. he starts to smell things now .. horrid things. Burning flesh.. and .. and foliage.
Then ..
A dark cloud, ominous, imposing .. most worst of all, Familiar. It was Dybbuk. Wherever, whenever this is happaning, Dybbuk was this cause of it. Death upon death, all at the hands of Dybbuk. Innocent lives, human and animal alike.
Why is it he was repusled by this now? This that he himself used to do with the help of a small army of "EGW's" .. why now...
Wny.. now.. of all things was he thinking about Sulah? The comfort of her arms... her, her .. her actual presence.
Sulah?
..:Dathomir:.. Of all the sights in the galaxy, the duel to the death of two Sith Lords was a grand and brutal sight. Each blow ment to disembowl or decapitate the other. Whilring blades of crimson light and black cloaks. The real test, though, would be who is the most cunning, the most ruthless and the strongest ally with the force. But to the core with the Force, Dybbuk was all brute strength, and that's all he needed. Overpowering his opponent with power attacks and near fatal slashes.
The blades lock. Dybbuk can feel the Force pushing against his body, weakening his resolve, convincing him of his worthlessness. But no! Dybbuk was no loser. Dybbuk was, is a Sith Lord.
Turning his opponents own power against him, Dybbuk moves swiftly, so much so that his opponent could not even comprehend how the odds turned. Dybbuk pushes his lightsaber forward, throwing the other off balance. He grabs the hilt of the others lightsaber and kicks him in the mid-section, causing him to lose his grip. dybbuk, now with two lightsabers, Dybbuk spins and rushes him with his shoulder, pushing him back. He continues to spin bringing both blades across his opponents body, one at mid-section the other at neck level.
The other Sith attempts to run. He moves to turn... but remains motionless. Dybbuk, stays hunched over both blades still active.. then they de-activate as the Sith's head rolls over towards Dybbuk in a pool of blood.
He turns back towards the burning "village" and gets ahold of the "King" with a tight force grip.
[glow=red,2,300]Where isss Wrelinka?[/glow]
No response
[glow=red,2,300]Where isssss Wrelinka!![/glow]
He falls unconcious. Dybbuk walks back to his ship and in a few moments he's headed back to Coruscant
Emotions. But no images. No pictures.
Krin furrowed his brow in frustration. Were these his emotions or .. someone.. else.. far away?
Images begin to come. Flashes of red light ... sound ... Screams, gurgles.. like people choking or drowning.
Smell.. he starts to smell things now .. horrid things. Burning flesh.. and .. and foliage.
Then ..
A dark cloud, ominous, imposing .. most worst of all, Familiar. It was Dybbuk. Wherever, whenever this is happaning, Dybbuk was this cause of it. Death upon death, all at the hands of Dybbuk. Innocent lives, human and animal alike.
Why is it he was repusled by this now? This that he himself used to do with the help of a small army of "EGW's" .. why now...
Wny.. now.. of all things was he thinking about Sulah? The comfort of her arms... her, her .. her actual presence.
Sulah?
..:Dathomir:.. Of all the sights in the galaxy, the duel to the death of two Sith Lords was a grand and brutal sight. Each blow ment to disembowl or decapitate the other. Whilring blades of crimson light and black cloaks. The real test, though, would be who is the most cunning, the most ruthless and the strongest ally with the force. But to the core with the Force, Dybbuk was all brute strength, and that's all he needed. Overpowering his opponent with power attacks and near fatal slashes.
The blades lock. Dybbuk can feel the Force pushing against his body, weakening his resolve, convincing him of his worthlessness. But no! Dybbuk was no loser. Dybbuk was, is a Sith Lord.
Turning his opponents own power against him, Dybbuk moves swiftly, so much so that his opponent could not even comprehend how the odds turned. Dybbuk pushes his lightsaber forward, throwing the other off balance. He grabs the hilt of the others lightsaber and kicks him in the mid-section, causing him to lose his grip. dybbuk, now with two lightsabers, Dybbuk spins and rushes him with his shoulder, pushing him back. He continues to spin bringing both blades across his opponents body, one at mid-section the other at neck level.
The other Sith attempts to run. He moves to turn... but remains motionless. Dybbuk, stays hunched over both blades still active.. then they de-activate as the Sith's head rolls over towards Dybbuk in a pool of blood.
He turns back towards the burning "village" and gets ahold of the "King" with a tight force grip.
[glow=red,2,300]Where isss Wrelinka?[/glow]
No response
[glow=red,2,300]Where isssss Wrelinka!![/glow]
He falls unconcious. Dybbuk walks back to his ship and in a few moments he's headed back to Coruscant
