Dantooine- Shadows of Insecurity.

[The Dark Lady]

A figure stands in the plains of Dantooine, a figure of shadow. The wind picks up to a never ceasing furry as she stands there, her black robes blowing about her as if they had a will of there own, controlled by the storm of fate itself. Suddenly a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky, the heat of it prickling her skin before it his the ground not 15 feet in front of her, sending dirt hurling up in the air. At its impact she quietly sighed. It has been such a hard life, a life of torment and anguish. As she stood there she quietly withdrew one of her light sabers, igniting in the air so that its blue blade would shoot threw the rain that had suddenly began to fall, as if the very planet was crying.

As the light saber was ignited her spirit became ashamed, dirtied, the darkness within her finally consuming her completely. Where once there was a strand of light in her, giving off a shadow that was darker then space itself, there was now complete blackness. Upon knowing this she quietly brought her hands up to her face, grabbing it slowly with her hands. In a instant she began to peel it off, ruining the innocent looking fact that she had stolen from Syrena. Slowly buldges begin to move under her face, like maggots in a corpse. Then slowly her skin was repaired, and her hair had changed. Where once there has been white hair there was now black hair going down to the bottom of her head. Her face slowly changed to what it should be. Replacing the face of Syrena was Demona of old, the face of the psychotic 21 year old who was abused by Okuma. Quietly she said..

[glow=red,2,300]=“It has been such a long trip.. It makes me wonder if I even have the Dark Side with me anymore..”[/glow]

With this she was deathly quite, a red tear flowing down her face and falling to the ground in a projectile. A tear of blood. With this she quietly rose her hands into the heavens, letting her voice echo threw the heavens in a attempt at screaming, although her voice was completely lost. With that her cloak fell down into a heap, where her cloak was there was now a black leather body suit covering her body. She quietly said to herself in a tone that was like a beaten child, a child who had been abused by her only family.

[glow=red,2,300]=“I don’t even know if it is possible anymore.. If it is even possible for me to do things like this..”[/glow]

With that she was silent, as if listening to a voice deep in her head, telling her what to do, guiding her on her path. As she listened to it she quietly sunk her head, another tear of blood rolling out of her eye, hitting the ground where a puddle was forming. Its red streaking threw the puddle, barely even diminishing the perfectly clear color of the puddle. With that she understood..

[glow=red,2,300]“I will do this.. It is what I was meant to do.”[/glow]

With that she sighed, concentrating on the Dark Side of the force, letting it flow threw her like she was a sieve. As she stood there in silence, letting the rain hit her with no regret, only crying silently as she stood there, letting the blood roll over her as she did. As she stood there crying her Dark side energy would be like a beacon, calling her fate to her.

[Darth Sicarius]

LIke a flare launched over a desolate war zone, torn and lifeless, the force called out. It beckoned, it ordered. It drew. The Darkside had gone wild on the surface of Dantooine few days earlier, and now the Sith had arrived on it's surface, to fufill his journey and purify the order. The fields were cold, and the rain that dropped from the paradise was frozen, attempting to contrast the heat of the inferno below, of the darkside of the force. Because at this moment, there was an unbalance in that field. Two Sith; two warriors; to murderes; the pair of odd fellows stood there, with maybe twenty feet inbetween they seemed to wait for the battle to begin.

As the lightning struck, and the blew beam exploded from the cylinder, another blue beam screached forward, hissing in the mucky weather. Paralel to it, a red lightsaber's blade stood out, pointing towards the other.

The owner of the pair of lightsabers was Malas. He was an old sith, probably one of the few Sith left in teh order who had seen tragedy, pride and hapiness over his nearly seventy years of life. He stood tall, at a bit more than six feet, and was of a strong build. His arms were metal, but his heart was as flesh and passion filled as the day he first was knighted. The bloodlust burned inside him, and now he waited for his opponent to order the start.

[Darth Demona]

(Be back a little later.. a hour threw 3 hours..)

[Lord Helius Tak]

((Obviously someone has no life....There is a spam section here... -_- Quit causing glitches!))

[The Dark Lady]

As Malas’s light sabers turned on she stood there, her mind staying focused as she stood there, letting the Dark Side control her movements to a absolute pinnacle, trusting it with her life. As such she breathed heavily, the coldness of the rain setting it, making it so that the numbness of it all was growing greater and greater. As she stood there channeling the Dark Side, preparing herself for battle, she thought that she would say a few words to the Man who had been her murderer before, the man who had put her threw suffering that her body had not endured. The man who had betrayed her, used her, like the Sith usually do.

“Malas.. It has been a long time. It must end now. One of us cannot leave here alive.”

Her body was in its prime, in its early twenties, at twenty one. Although she was scarred in areas from the Jedi the wounds had ceased to hurt. She was tired of being used and abused, by Malas, by Skor, by Palin, by Okuma, by Vengeance, all to simply meet there own ends. It would all end here now, with her death if it was necessary. As these thoughts crossed her mind the temperature began to decrease dramatically, her breath freezing at it entered the atmosphere, her body beginning to freeze as she stood there. She knew she was not as strong as Malas was physically.. But possibly the Darkside would help her.. Possibly it would grant her life.

[Darth Sicarius]

Thunder cracked, lighting the pair of Sith in it's silverly flash. As another finger of the skies fury fell down, stretching towards the ground, it would fade back into the darkness before reaching the already smoldered soil. Malas shifted, moving his shoulders around as if stretching, it wasn't needed anymore and it was just habit seeing that his arms were metal. As he finished this ceremonial preparation, he heard her words through the thick rain, and smiled at her 'challenge'.

"It has, little Girl; but this time... You will not take me with you. Let it begin!"

Almost like on que, another bolt of lightning fired from the charred heavens, smashing once again in between them to let rubble fly over, and into, them. Malas stood in his place, he wanted her to make her first move. Maybe she had grown more powerful. If she had... he wanted her to prove it.

[The Dark Lady]

IAs debris fell around her she was gone, moving in the blind of a eye with force scream. She moved to the right of Malas, still staying about 10 feet away, ensuring that she would have some distance away from him. However as he the debris cleared or Malas sought to use force sense she would have already used force lightning, sending it towards the him with little effort. As lightning struck across the sky so did lightning at Malas, its bluish white light arching its way to his chest.

[Darth Sicarius]

The night was dark, and the rain was thick. But despite all of this it was still not enough to ocult the light blue shine of a lightsaber from the human eye. Although she was quick and agile, she was stupid. She had charged to Malas's right, as if he couldn't see her, and she then turned to pelt tongues of lightning at him. Having traced the lightsaber's blade through the darkness he had all the time in the world to prepare. Turning to his right, he lifted his right arm and stretched the lightsaber out, followed by his left, as to assure that neither overloaded. So as the lightning was cast, his lightsabers would absorb it with ease. In retaltiation, as the lightning was still being flung, he would dash towards her, running through the rain at medium speed with his lightsabers still infront of him like a pair of horns on a bull. As he approached, maybe 8 feet away, he would come to a stop, stretch his right arm outwards, slide his right leg forward and his left backwards, so that he would be able to stab her in the stomach (4 feet of arm, 1 of hilt, 3 of blade=8feet). It was simple, but the interesting hadn't begun yet.

[The Dark Lady]

(For some reason my last post on here is messed up and like.. my last post is gone.)

[The Dark Lady]

(Its supposed to say moving in the blink of the eye with force speed.)

[The Dark Lady]

(Well.. according to Kira this doesn't count because the forum isn't glitched.)