The Rebel Faction

"You should know that nothing surprises me, Jiren..."

A small hint of amusement crossed the Zabrak's face as his own gaze swept over Gash, sizing up the part man, part machine that stood before him.

"...I should have killed you when I had the chance to..."

Zeta's gaze suddenly swept past Jiren, looking onto nothing in particular. Han's voice only now becoming present to both force users.

"Enough! Silence! If it were not for you, Skywalker, I would not be in this hellhole to begin with!"

Ha! Rogue Jedi! This was not where the Sith Lord wanted to be! His place was on Naboo, causing havoc onto those pathetic miserable fools known as pure Jedi!

The Zabrak's menacing stare snapped back onto Jiren, glaring upon the Rogue.

"If you think I would actually come to set foot on these grounds again for any reason, than you are more foolish than you look! I am here only because I have to be! Do not waste anymore of my time, Jiren, Han has seen fit to taking up enough of my time already! The sooner you give me what I need, the sooner I can depart from here and you can be rid of me...."

"...I will see to it that you die, Jiren, but it shall be another day. I have something else far more important that needs to be taken care of back on Naboo..."

Han must seek his revenge...

gaintheworldbutloseyourself

"You did not kill me because you cannot, Zeta. Just as you can't now. Guise it in arrogant defiance if you will, but you forget entirely who you're speaking to." He looked at the corpse in Zeta's hand, then into the Sith's red eyes again. He smirked. Just a little.

Gash looked in the general direction above Zeta's head, figuring it as good a place as any to address the dead Jedi. "Having fun, Han? Turning to the dark side of the Force -- what a thrill it must be. I should know. I've killed a lot of Jedi." He chuckled. "Declaring yourself independant from the Jedi, denouncing the light side. The fear of pushing the limits of your power, the cold sweat on your palms. It must be such a rush."

He'd sensed Han's suprise at seeing him. "Eager to be back in the land of the living, aren't we, Han? Willing to step over the crumbled corpse of your old master to do so, even." Gash crossed his arms. "You're going to be awfully disappointed at what you're seeking. I've been down that road. And when your power has found its peak, and you've wrought the vengeance or whatever morbid dream it is you're seeking, you'll see what I've seen. When suddenly you've found that you're dead inside, that you spent your whole life chasing impermenant bullshit and you can never go back, you'll understand. Poor fool."

The Rogue Jedi Master reached to his belt, watching as Zeta prepared himself for battle motionlessly. He was well trained, betraying nothing even as he thought Gash was reaching for his weapon. Instead, he pulled forth his commlink, bringing it to his mouth. "Stand down missile lock on position of the interlopers." He pocketed the gadget, and once more fixed his gaze over Han's head.

"Go on, Han. Gain the world but lose yourself. You'll find that I've punished you more than you could possibly imagine." He stepped past Zeta, walking away nonchalantly. "Oh, and, Zeta. I'll see you on Naboo. You have fun fucking about with your comrade, eh?"

Kenshin suddenly felt Ky-Vin bump into him. He almost fell over, but steadied himself as his left foot dropped back. As Ky-Vin attacked the Sith right on, he lept in from the side, his saber flashing as it aimed a diagonally downward cut at the Sith's side.

Through the Force, Ky-Vin anticipated the oncoming blades. He ducked his head and rolled to his right, and the humming blue blade of Kenshin's lightsaber was forced just past his face. The sound of the blades were a loud buzzz in his ear as they passed.

Ky-Vin felt a slight burning sensation in his left shoulder and guessed that it was grazed as he rolled out of the way.
Once aside, he hopped onto his feet and turned to swing at the Sith's vulnerable midsection.

From the side, Kenshin felt himself tossed backwards. Malice had returned. He had left his son in the woods to the west,after being able to ditch the noghri that followed him. Figuring Lono wouldbe angry with him for leaving him alone with nothing but animals to protect him, Malice had no choice. This planet would fall to the sith, he would see to that.

Walking over to percus, Malice grinned.

*So Lupercus, still playing with the kids. I'm surprised you havent taken them out a longtime ago*

With that Malice's double bladed white saber was up and ready. His body and force energy were still not at there fullest,the run over here seen to that. Though he still had enough energy to beat all of these young ones.