The Rebel Faction

Frakutsk rolled his eyes.

The sith was out numbered, and unless he was some sort of master, Frakutsk didnt think there was much chance of him winning.

Then agian, how could he ever be sure?

Frakutsk casually twirled his lightsaber as he took it out. Weather or not it was intentional is uncertain... Gungans don't have the greatest coordination.

Frakutsk, however, had a different way of winning his battles... He stared at the sith and attempted to probe into his mind.

Of course, he was greated by a giant black wall, no less could be expected from an iron-minded sith. Frakutsk quickly began to uproot the wall...

You are outnumbered, sith. Yousa really think that you can defeat two Jedi alone? Even one at a time, what are your chances of winning?

Oh, don't worry, we'll let you live. We'll let you live so that you can run home and tell your master all about how you were beaten by a pair of Jedi you met in a cafe... We'll see if HE lets you live, i'm sure you know very well of the sith way of killing those who show weakness.

After this disturbing message (in which frakutsk tryed to control his gungan speech, for the sake of sounding more... intimidating) Frakutsk then, suddenly, pounded on the mental wall with all his might. The equivelent of a psychic battering ram hit the Silius's mind. The effect, Frakutsk was uncertain of.

Frakutsk then attacked the sith, not to violently, just a simple diagonal-down left-to-right lightsaber attack, with as much force as Frakutsk could muster. His hope was that after his mental attack, the sith would be in less of a state to counter at his full potential.

Indeed, Frakutsk had attacked first, but that was just another move that, hopefully, the sith wasnt expecting, despite his remark, Jedis were technically trained NOT to be the first to attack.

Silus smirked. Really, no "the Light will always win", or "the Light is the stronger?" Instead, a threat? I wonder if you are just unique, or if your master doesn't keep you on a short enough leash?

Silus's laugh turned into a short grunt after the mental attack. But instead of resisting, he let in the Jedi's probe and began pulling up memories. His master had always been prowd of nearly wiping out the Gungan species, and it didn't take long for Silus to recall some images from the footage Lupercus had recorded. The Sith was certain the faces of dead men, women and even children of Frakutsk's species would strike a nerve.

Laughing, he raised his blade to deflect the Jedi's attack...only to stop when the attack never came. Instead, he frowned at Dolash. "We're not so afraid of revealing our prescense as you think, Jedi. But," Silus grinned, "You will have your 'abandoned building', if that's what you wish. Follow me."

Silus stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder, partially to make sure they were following. "You know, I would have plunged my blade through your back if I had this opportunity. I wonder, would you be able to do the same?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead wandering into the street.

*****

"You see?" His voice echoed, "It is empty. Not a single soul here to see us, and I doubt anyone in the street would bother to listen, even if they could hear us. Though that's a risk you'd have to take." His hand dropped to his side, retrieving the lightsaber from his belt. "Now is there anything else you want before we begin?"

And thus the fight began. As Fraktusk began making wild swipes with his lightsaber, Silus stepped back into a convenient "Ring" like area marked with stretchy wires. Dolash found himself on the outside of this 'ring' as the two fought it out.

A voice somewhere down and to the right of Dolash suddenly piped up "Looks like Fraktusk is trying the 'Swing and jab' approach, eh Tom?"

Another voice, once again down, but more to the left, answered "Sure thing mike, it appears as though he's trying to wear down his opponant, but - oh, and Silus just bounced off the ring and gave Fraktusk a vicious closeline attack."

Dolash frowned "Who are you guys?" The two men didn't seem to hear him though, and kept on speaking in their unusual manner.

Fraktusk seemed to be having a hell of a time, so on an impulse Dolash reached into the ring to pull his compatriot out. However, being tied up with battle, Fraktusk was only capable of vaguely "Tagging" Dolash, which was when Dolash realized he could just get in the ring already.

Silus was a more experienced fighter, for sure, and Sith are trained to fight anyways, so as Silus raised his lightsaber and prepared to throw out some witty comment, Dolash hurled himself at the guy's legs and knocked him to the ground. The fight continued.

Frakutsk, now standing outside of the action, had a chance to try and figure a few things out.

What was it with that sith? Why was he so familier? Was it really the same with as from the childhood memories that Frakutsk was recalling?

As Silus and Dolash slashed and slashed and slashed (and slashed and slashed and slashed) at eachother, Frakutsk stared coldly at silus, sending him slow, icy thoughts... this time, not charging full-force at silius mentally, as to not allow him to do the same mental trick as he had done before.

Who are you, you pathetic minion of the dark?

You can't win, there are two of us.

Where do i know you from?

Frakutsk took a moment to snicker before he, too, leaped upon Silus.

Unfortunately, Dolash was in the way, but it still produced the desired effect. Now ontop of the dogpile, Frakutsk swung his foot down and kicked Silus's immobilized hand, causing his lightsaber to roll out of it.

Still not convinced that the Sith was fully dogpiled, Frakutsk concentrated on the force, and, quickly, used a force-push to further subdue silus, and prepared to use another if the sith were to try anything... funny.

"Nowsa..." Said Frakutsk, still ontop of the dogpile, "Give up?"