The Rebel Faction

Zeta rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I realize that, oh technical one. You do love to talk, don't you. Awfully full of yourself as well, though an Emperor should be that way, I suppose. We'll see how well you think of yourself when you become one with the force, hmm?"

Zeta quickly snatched up his left hand, stretching out with the Darkside of the force. Soon Fearsons could feel I very tight hold upon his throat, causing his windpipe to tighten, allowing him very little room to breath, also allowing him very little room in concentration, or difficulty in concentration at least.

The Rogue Jedi seemed to have quite the aim, but so did Zeta. Zeta's back seemed to vibrate with pain, but it only seemed to fuel him.

"You'll have to do better than that, Fearsons! I know you have it in you. The Darkside is just itching to come out of you."

He laughed and lifted his left hand, drawing upon the Darkside of the force once again. He began to manipulate the air around his hand, making the wind patterns around his hand increase by growing faster around his hand. Heating the molecules around his hand, breaking the bond of fire. Shortly after, a medium sized ball of fire was produced from Zeta's left hand. It zoomed through the air, firing at rapid speed. It made impact with Fearsons, not at all missing its target, smacking Fearsons square in the chest.

"..and I was convinced you actually defended yourself in battle. Only a wimp or coward would be so stupid as to not have shown their skill. Afraid Fearsons? You have made a grave mistake in waiting to make a move..."

Without another word, Zeta looked toward the sky, but that was not where his attention was focused on. The forest held many trees, why shouldn't he use them to his resource. He force jumped, focusing his attention on one of the closest tree to him, flying through the air with great speed, he landing in one of the trees. Fearsons could just barely make out Zeta's presence as he blended in with the trees. He set himself in comfortably in one of the many branches connected with the tree and then centered his attention on the ground.

He concentrated on the ground before him, drawing on the air nearest to the ground, manipulating the air there. For some reason, Zeta just loved fire...

He concentrated, continuing to manipulate the air making it heat up messing up the air molecules. The nond of fire was broken once again. The fire grew slowly at first and then more quickly, until a circle of fire was formed so that it surrounded himself and Fearsons.

Somehow, with all the change in atmosphere, with Fearsons now having his attention directed at the cirle of fire, Zeta had managed to make his way out of the tree and now was not anywhere to be found. Well, he was around, just not in Fearsons' sights, somewhere hidden within the shadows of the forest. He entered the Rogue Knight's mind.

Tell me, Fearsons...How well are you at the game of hide and go seek. Let's find out, shall we?

He laughed in Fearsons' mind.

All the time, Zeta had been drawing upon the Darkside of the force, using it to his bidding.

As Fearsons looked around, glancing about the trees and immediate area, he found himself staring back at not just one Zeta, but six all together.

All of them giving piercing stares at Fearsons, the real Zeta, well, maybe he was among the six, maybe he wasn't, who really knew, except Zeta...

Zeta slowly began to draw all the illusions together slowly, via the force. Each Zeta began to slowly disappear, until there was only one left, Zeta himself.

"Couldn't fool you."

A tight smile curved onto his lips.

Zeta jumped out of the tree he sat in, just near Fearsons himself. He lunged at Fearsons, as he got closer to Fearsons he kicked outwards, aiming at Fearsons' own throat.

Zeta did one of his own fancy kick and spin moves, trying to knock out the Jedi's lightsaber from his hands, it caused the Jedi's wrists to bend horribly backwards because of the strong kick that was brought forth, but the saber still remained intact in Fearsons hands. Zeta fell to the ground in a stop drop and roll type move, quickly returning to his feet just after a split second.

He went after Fearsons again, this time, aiming for just one of his wrists this time, his left one. He did another kick and spin move into the air, using the force to aid his strength. His foot landed squarely in the middle of Fearsons left writst. Zeta could hear a snapping sound, obviously Fearsons wrist bone being snapped apart, as his foot made direct conntact with Fearsons wrist.