Prazutis thought long and hard about the dream he had on Jedha after he had bled his lightsaber crystal. Him killing the Lord Regent, sending the Empire into a civil war over power, killing Vassyl, who had tried his damndest to give Prazutis opportunities to prove himself... they were all things he couldn't imagine doing.
Though, killing Carbine wasn't a bad idea. But, he digressed.
In any case, he needed to ensure these thoughts didn't linger in his mind. So, with this conflict running through his mind, Prazutis headed to Sith space, without a word to the Empire. He wouldn't be long, but he needed to set things right within his own mind. For himself, and for the Empire as a whole. Its stability, its prosperity... that's what he had been wanting this entire time. Now for him to have even a shrivel of a thought to destroy everything he had helped to build? It was a thought he wanted eliminated from his mind completely. He wouldn't let himself be manipulated any longer. Serving the empire became his choice when he killed Grintori... and he had to stick with this decision. He had killed 3 Jedi, one of them a master... he wasn't about to put everything he had done to waste.
Prazutis' imperial shuttle landed on the surface of Upekzar, a little-known planet within sith space. Within it, he had heard legends of the circle of visions, a place the Sith Empire had once gone to harness their force abilities and their proficiency within the dark side. Desolate, with little sentient life, it was the perfect place for Prazutis to clear his mind.
Stepping off the loading ramp for the shuttle, Prazutis hesitated walking any farther into the planet. Something was off... his senses in the force had been dulled the second he walked onto the ground of the planet. However, he had to push forward, he thought to himself. And so, forcing himself to move, he walked forward towards the mountains that he had heard held the circle of visions.
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Walking through the dense vegetation of Upekzar, Prazutis kept his armor's right hand near his lightsaber. He could barely sense the plants that were visible to him, the chances of him sensing an attacking animal or other creature were next to none. So, to natural instinct he had to turn. Being from a place like Dathomir, he had no problem trusting his instincts, but as a man used to a crutch like the force, having it stripped of him, he did feel exposed to the elements around him.
Prazutis exited the vegetation, and looked up to see a mountain range spread in front of him. Prazutis took a breath and readied himself, before taking off, in bounds firing himself like a gun up the mountain, with the energy of the dark side acting as a launchpad for him to soar up the mountain. "2 more bounds, and I'm there," Prazutis thought. "One, and-"
Prazutis felt the armor making up his left leg crush and bend as the dark side's energy exploded not from the contact point of his foot to the ground, but rather the contact from the knee plating and the shin plating. Prazutis flew upwards, but his left leg had been effectively mauled. What had caused this, he wondered? He felt no pain from it, as without physical manifestation, he didn't feel any physical pain, but grabbing on to a rock ledge above him, he looked down at the shredded leg armor below him before pulling himself up onto the ledge. That explosion of energy had not been his doing... so what had done this?
Prazutis got up to a knee, looking around the area, both the rain forest he had just exited, and the volcanic ring behind him that he could recognize as the circle he searched for. Nothing that he saw... what had happened, then?
Prazutis sighed and stood, limping towards the volcanic circle he had been searching for. The leg would barely support the weight of his armor for seconds before he had to step again with the other, having to keep most of his weight off the left side of him to prevent any more damage to the metal armor.
Sitting near the magma that swirled in a river-like pattern, Prazutis allowed his vision to go dark, the voids behind his helmet closing themselves and allowing him to fall into a meditative state.
He began to feel the dark side around him, his senses still dulled, but able to reach while in meditation. He felt the chaos around him, the ever-lasting destruction that the dark side always longed for. But... it wasn't just the destruction of the environment. It was also... something else. Something twisted, malice creating a creature of unspeakable suffering, whose sole purpose was to destroy any sentient life it came in contact with... an insect that was once peaceful, until the dark side corrupted, twisted it into its own horrifying agenda. What was it that Prazutis was seeing?
Prazutis felt something nearby. Immediately, he stood on his right leg, igniting his lightsaber and turning to his left, and seeing the culprit behind his current handicap.
He didn't know what it was... it had no name and from what he learned about Upekzar, there was nothing about these creatures. What was this creature, then?
Prazutis exited the vegetation, and looked up to see a mountain range spread in front of him. Prazutis took a breath and readied himself, before taking off, in bounds firing himself like a gun up the mountain, with the energy of the dark side acting as a launchpad for him to soar up the mountain. "2 more bounds, and I'm there," Prazutis thought. "One, and-"
Prazutis felt the armor making up his left leg crush and bend as the dark side's energy exploded not from the contact point of his foot to the ground, but rather the contact from the knee plating and the shin plating. Prazutis flew upwards, but his left leg had been effectively mauled. What had caused this, he wondered? He felt no pain from it, as without physical manifestation, he didn't feel any physical pain, but grabbing on to a rock ledge above him, he looked down at the shredded leg armor below him before pulling himself up onto the ledge. That explosion of energy had not been his doing... so what had done this?
Prazutis got up to a knee, looking around the area, both the rain forest he had just exited, and the volcanic ring behind him that he could recognize as the circle he searched for. Nothing that he saw... what had happened, then?
Prazutis sighed and stood, limping towards the volcanic circle he had been searching for. The leg would barely support the weight of his armor for seconds before he had to step again with the other, having to keep most of his weight off the left side of him to prevent any more damage to the metal armor.
Sitting near the magma that swirled in a river-like pattern, Prazutis allowed his vision to go dark, the voids behind his helmet closing themselves and allowing him to fall into a meditative state.
He began to feel the dark side around him, his senses still dulled, but able to reach while in meditation. He felt the chaos around him, the ever-lasting destruction that the dark side always longed for. But... it wasn't just the destruction of the environment. It was also... something else. Something twisted, malice creating a creature of unspeakable suffering, whose sole purpose was to destroy any sentient life it came in contact with... an insect that was once peaceful, until the dark side corrupted, twisted it into its own horrifying agenda. What was it that Prazutis was seeing?
Prazutis felt something nearby. Immediately, he stood on his right leg, igniting his lightsaber and turning to his left, and seeing the culprit behind his current handicap.
He didn't know what it was... it had no name and from what he learned about Upekzar, there was nothing about these creatures. What was this creature, then?
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Prazutis examined the insect-like being, thinking to himself as it slowly approached him. Its two tails, both seemingly with stingers on the ends, and its gaping maw pincers on its front, he had never heard about anything like this in his time in the Alliance, Empire, or even his early days within the Sith... was was this thing?
Prazutis moved forward to slay the creature, but before he could even get near it, he felt a change in the force, and was suddenly thrown backwards into the rock behind him.
Was this creature proficient in the force? He wasn't sure... but he needed to destroy it if he was going to find what he was looking for on the planet.
Prazutis stood and again rushed at the creature, ducking down as it send another burst of impetus where it thought he would move to, before Prazutis struck with his lightsaber. Watching his blade bounce off the face of the creature, Prazutis was in shock before the two tails sprayed a sort of chemical mist onto his helmet. Had he still been a physical manifestation, he wasn't sure what would've happened to him, but seeing as his body held nothing for him now, the body suffered while Prazutis himself jumped back, creating distance between him and the insect.
Prazutis thought for a moment. The creature had been able to deflect a lightsaber blade with its own skin... how was this possible? He needed to do something drastic... because his current plan had been ineffective to say the least.
Prazutis put away his lightsaber and put his hands out, still keeping the weight off his left leg as he faced the insect in front of him. However, with his senses dulled, he barely prepared for it to rush him once more.
Prazutis was soon on the ground, his armor struggling to not bend and crush underneath one of the 2 meter-tall insect's legs. He struggled against it, but without the force, he was defenseless against such a large beast. No longer was this a battle of physicality, but rather a battle in the force. Prazutis versus this creature... and he refused to lose. He just needed to focus, and regain control of the force for himself, no longer letting this thing manipulate the power Prazutis held.
Prazutis moved forward to slay the creature, but before he could even get near it, he felt a change in the force, and was suddenly thrown backwards into the rock behind him.
Was this creature proficient in the force? He wasn't sure... but he needed to destroy it if he was going to find what he was looking for on the planet.
Prazutis stood and again rushed at the creature, ducking down as it send another burst of impetus where it thought he would move to, before Prazutis struck with his lightsaber. Watching his blade bounce off the face of the creature, Prazutis was in shock before the two tails sprayed a sort of chemical mist onto his helmet. Had he still been a physical manifestation, he wasn't sure what would've happened to him, but seeing as his body held nothing for him now, the body suffered while Prazutis himself jumped back, creating distance between him and the insect.
Prazutis thought for a moment. The creature had been able to deflect a lightsaber blade with its own skin... how was this possible? He needed to do something drastic... because his current plan had been ineffective to say the least.
Prazutis put away his lightsaber and put his hands out, still keeping the weight off his left leg as he faced the insect in front of him. However, with his senses dulled, he barely prepared for it to rush him once more.
Prazutis was soon on the ground, his armor struggling to not bend and crush underneath one of the 2 meter-tall insect's legs. He struggled against it, but without the force, he was defenseless against such a large beast. No longer was this a battle of physicality, but rather a battle in the force. Prazutis versus this creature... and he refused to lose. He just needed to focus, and regain control of the force for himself, no longer letting this thing manipulate the power Prazutis held.
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Prazutis felt within him, the energy that resided. The environment that he had let himself in to had become one that controlled the force. The creature just in front of him controlled the force in a way Prazutis hadn’t figured out…
Prazutis felt the energy within him being manipulated, the energy not flowing through him as he needed it to. Rather than moving from his mind out to the rest of his body to relay his commands and obey his will, instead the dark side seemed to bypass the mind, not paying attention to his will but rather the will of the insect that was attacking him. Prazutis calmed down for just a moment, letting the energy within him fade and move elsewhere, allowing the energy within him to be manageable. He didn’t push his feelings down, but rather ignored them for the moment. As he reached out to the bit of energy within him, he needed to regain control… control…
Prazutis remembered when he had first succumbed to the dark side. His arm had withered, he had become deformed… the power he was letting into him was destroying him to the point he knew he would have to control this destruction, and bring it upon other beings to keep himself alive. He never acknowledged it, but he knew this was what he had to do, yet he never fully acknowledged it. However, 3 Jedi… he had killed plenty so far, he had consumed enough life to satisfy the dark side’s hunger for destruction... He now needed to focus on controlling the power within him. Already he had lowered the concentration of it to allow an easier grip on the energy within, now he had to extend that grip and take control of his own power, to stop the manipulation of it from this outside source.
The dark will of the force… its thoughts, its will, its desire, was only for destruction. So if it wanted destruction… Prazutis would show it destruction.
Prazutis let all of his hatred, his wrath, his fury, all rush through his body, but rather than letting those feelings overpower him, he focused them, just as he had done in the past. However, in this case, he didn’t wish for the destruction of the Alliance in the future, he didn’t wish for the day to come he would kill that verpine, or the rest of the Jedi… he demanded the death of the creature in front of him. And the passion, the rage that overtook him towards this insect, slowly overpowered the blind rage of the dark side, until finally, prazutis felt the dark side bending to his will, its desires becoming one in the same with his own. The sheer, unmitigated power sought a purpose to release its destructive capabilities, and now that Prazutis focused on this creature, Prazutis’ will became the will of the dark side.
Prazutis felt a rush of power flow through his armor as he grabbed the leg of the insect that held him down, the body within the armor empowered with the same energy as Prazutis’ spirit as he pushed against the creature’s leg before he used his right leg to kick the ground, making sure to put enough power in it to move away but not enough to send him into a cliffside, or worse, the magma swirl nearby. He made sure to regulate the energy in the burst of energy, feeling more control within his kick, in order to hold back enough to stay safe while putting enough power in it to remove himself from underneath the path of the beast’s leg.
Prazutis calmed down for a moment, not letting his emotions send him charging forward. He watched as the insect charged towards him, feeling a wave of impetus come forward towards him. Prazutis steeled his heart, the energy within him reflecting his will just as he needed it to and kept him in place even as the push from the force hit him. Still he stood before the creature was upon him, and he shot to the side, with just enough power to send him right in front of the cliffside nearby. Prazutis felt more energy built, but took a split second to relax his spirit and decrease the intensity of the energy within his legs as he jumped up, barely reaching the top of the cliff to stand eye level with the insect that continued its advance.
Prazutis crouched down as his foe once more moved to attack, steeling his heart and standing strong once more, feeling the energy within him push against the energy from the opponent’s push. Prazutis kept this steeled feeling within him until the enemy was just below him, putting a leg on the cliffside to advance upon him. Prazutis then let go of the stature that kept him in place, feeling the flow of the force move freely through him as he gently hopped of the cliff, before looking down at the head of the beast.
In that second of him falling towards it, he drew upon every fiber of his being, focusing every bit of hate, anger, and fury within him, everything from the Alliance… everything from the Empire… everything from the Sith and the jedi… all of the passion he had charging within one decisive blow from his right arm, straight down into the adept enemy he faced now. Rather than turning this fury he held to enemies in the future, rather than looking ahead… Prazutis put all of his emotion into a single time frame, the present… and through this, he pushed all of the energy within him into this single blow.
Prazutis felt an explosion of energy from his right arm, and the release of this energy, he felt the emotions within him fade, and the blind fury of the force returned, the purpose that he held for the Dark side completed. However, he now knew how to bend the force to his will, to give that blind rage, that hunger for destruction, a purpose.
Now, as he watched the ripple from the blow rip apart the beast’s head, Prazutis focused his energy one more time, this time in his legs, to withstand the blow from the impact of him falling to the ground. Thinking for a moment, he got into a better position and redirected most of the energy from his armor’s left leg into the left arm and hit the ground, his arm and right leg slamming to the ground and taking the brunt of the impact, diffusing it with the energy built up within them, while his still mangled left leg hit significantly lighter.
Just as most explosions, after the initial expulsion of energy and matter from the area, quickly it flowed back into him, feeling the blind rage of the dark side return to his spirit, however now it felt different. The rage that he was used to feeling, for not only his enemies, but for all the galaxy around him, had now acknowledged his will. His grip over the force within him now reflected his goals and within him, rather than feeling the hunger for destruction, he felt a focused rage, something more regulated, and targeted. He no longer had to reach out to command the force to target the beings around him he needed to attack, but rather his will reflected the force and it was ready to target whoever he sensed to be a threat. From unmitigated power, to the blade of which he had seemed for so long to use against his enemies… this was what he had longed for when he came here. To once again know the power he held would be used only the way he seemed fit, and only against who he wanted to harm, maul, or kill.
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Prazutis felt within him, the energy that resided. The environment that he had let himself in to had become one that controlled the force. The creature just in front of him controlled the force in a way Prazutis hadn’t figured out…
Prazutis felt the energy within him being manipulated, the energy not flowing through him as he needed it to. Rather than moving from his mind out to the rest of his body to relay his commands and obey his will, instead the dark side seemed to bypass the mind, not paying attention to his will but rather the will of the insect that was attacking him. Prazutis calmed down for just a moment, letting the energy within him fade and move elsewhere, allowing the energy within him to be manageable. He didn’t push his feelings down, but rather ignored them for the moment. As he reached out to the bit of energy within him, he needed to regain control… control…
Prazutis remembered when he had first succumbed to the dark side. His arm had withered, he had become deformed… the power he was letting into him was destroying him to the point he knew he would have to control this destruction, and bring it upon other beings to keep himself alive. He never acknowledged it, but he knew this was what he had to do, yet he never fully acknowledged it. However, 3 Jedi… he had killed plenty so far, he had consumed enough life to satisfy the dark side’s hunger for destruction... He now needed to focus on controlling the power within him. Already he had lowered the concentration of it to allow an easier grip on the energy within, now he had to extend that grip and take control of his own power, to stop the manipulation of it from this outside source.
The dark will of the force… its thoughts, its will, its desire, was only for destruction. So if it wanted destruction… Prazutis would show it destruction.
Prazutis let all of his hatred, his wrath, his fury, all rush through his body, but rather than letting those feelings overpower him, he focused them, just as he had done in the past. However, in this case, he didn’t wish for the destruction of the Alliance in the future, he didn’t wish for the day to come he would kill that verpine, or the rest of the Jedi… he demanded the death of the creature in front of him. And the passion, the rage that overtook him towards this insect, slowly overpowered the blind rage of the dark side, until finally, prazutis felt the dark side bending to his will, its desires becoming one in the same with his own. The sheer, unmitigated power sought a purpose to release its destructive capabilities, and now that Prazutis focused on this creature, Prazutis’ will became the will of the dark side.
Prazutis felt a rush of power flow through his armor as he grabbed the leg of the insect that held him down, the body within the armor empowered with the same energy as Prazutis’ spirit as he pushed against the creature’s leg before he used his right leg to kick the ground, making sure to put enough power in it to move away but not enough to send him into a cliffside, or worse, the magma swirl nearby. He made sure to regulate the energy in the burst of energy, feeling more control within his kick, in order to hold back enough to stay safe while putting enough power in it to remove himself from underneath the path of the beast’s leg.
Prazutis calmed down for a moment, not letting his emotions send him charging forward. He watched as the insect charged towards him, feeling a wave of impetus come forward towards him. Prazutis steeled his heart, the energy within him reflecting his will just as he needed it to and kept him in place even as the push from the force hit him. Still he stood before the creature was upon him, and he shot to the side, with just enough power to send him right in front of the cliffside nearby. Prazutis felt more energy built, but took a split second to relax his spirit and decrease the intensity of the energy within his legs as he jumped up, barely reaching the top of the cliff to stand eye level with the insect that continued its advance.
Prazutis crouched down as his foe once more moved to attack, steeling his heart and standing strong once more, feeling the energy within him push against the energy from the opponent’s push. Prazutis kept this steeled feeling within him until the enemy was just below him, putting a leg on the cliffside to advance upon him. Prazutis then let go of the stature that kept him in place, feeling the flow of the force move freely through him as he gently hopped of the cliff, before looking down at the head of the beast.
In that second of him falling towards it, he drew upon every fiber of his being, focusing every bit of hate, anger, and fury within him, everything from the Alliance… everything from the Empire… everything from the Sith and the jedi… all of the passion he had charging within one decisive blow from his right arm, straight down into the adept enemy he faced now. Rather than turning this fury he held to enemies in the future, rather than looking ahead… Prazutis put all of his emotion into a single time frame, the present… and through this, he pushed all of the energy within him into this single blow.
Prazutis felt an explosion of energy from his right arm, and the release of this energy, he felt the emotions within him fade, and the blind fury of the force returned, the purpose that he held for the Dark side completed. However, he now knew how to bend the force to his will, to give that blind rage, that hunger for destruction, a purpose.
Now, as he watched the ripple from the blow rip apart the beast’s head, Prazutis focused his energy one more time, this time in his legs, to withstand the blow from the impact of him falling to the ground. Thinking for a moment, he got into a better position and redirected most of the energy from his armor’s left leg into the left arm and hit the ground, his arm and right leg slamming to the ground and taking the brunt of the impact, diffusing it with the energy built up within them, while his still mangled left leg hit significantly lighter.
Just as most explosions, after the initial expulsion of energy and matter from the area, quickly it flowed back into him, feeling the blind rage of the dark side return to his spirit, however now it felt different. The rage that he was used to feeling, for not only his enemies, but for all the galaxy around him, had now acknowledged his will. His grip over the force within him now reflected his goals and within him, rather than feeling the hunger for destruction, he felt a focused rage, something more regulated, and targeted. He no longer had to reach out to command the force to target the beings around him he needed to attack, but rather his will reflected the force and it was ready to target whoever he sensed to be a threat. From unmitigated power, to the blade of which he had seemed for so long to use against his enemies… this was what he had longed for when he came here. To once again know the power he held would be used only the way he seemed fit, and only against who he wanted to harm, maul, or kill.
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"You will not leave this place alive."
Prazutis paused as he walked towards his imperial shuttle, a new presence behind him he had never come in contact with. Strange, he thought to himself...
Prazutis turned to see a man donning a red mask and black robes. He was no Sith or jedi, Prazutis thought to himself. he had little to no power within the force.
"And who might you be?"
The man took out a metal lightsaber hilt, igniting it to show a bright blue lightsaber blade.
"Just a man with a job. And who intends to complete it."
Prazutis thought for a moment. Who would have put a bounty on his head, he wondered? However, it mattered not. He wouldn't be struck down by some bounty hunter anyways.
"Then you will die working as a pawn."
Prazutis ignited his own crimson blade, planting his feet as the assassin ran forward, engaging him fiercly.
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Prazutis felt a sort of tingle within the back of his helmet as he watched the assassin's actions, seeing him jump up and swing. Prazutis moved forward, ducking down and balling up his right fist, feeling the force's energy building into his arm before he slammed his fist into the assassin's back, sending him flying forward into the ground. The man prominently returned to attack again, and Prazutis could sense the incoming danger just before the man went to swing.
Prazutis ducked down again, this time watching his blade return for another swing and beginning a defense against the repeated blows that he blocked from his opponent. One after another, Prazutis matched the incoming blade with his own, letting the sparks and cracks of the blades connect and hiss as he slowly stepped back. He remembered the battle that he had in the past with his training droid, remembering the similar circumstances. a lightsaber wielder, yet no force powers. However, this man was clearly more skilled than the droid. It would require something more than what he had done before to finish this battle.
Prazutis finally hit the man's saber with an inert strength, sending the man stumbling backwards before he went down to a knee, bringing up his wrist. Once more, Prazutis felt the danger sense within him and put out his hand, flames charging from his wrist, only to turn into the air as Prazutis' pyrokinesis helped him escape getting roasted.
Prazutis was beginning to get annoyed with this man's insolent attacks. He had done nothing to Prazutis, yet still got up to fight again. Prazutis pushed his hand forward and watched the flames move back down towards the assassin before he cut the flames and charged again with his saber. Prazutis jumped up, the energy from the force sending him flying upwards before he grabbed a wing from his shuttle, using it as a launch pad as he felt the force's energy in his legs. Shooting himself at the assassin, he swung his saber to watch the man jump out of the way, sloppy footwork leading him to have to sidestep the attack.
Prazutis rolled to his feet again, a bit surprised at the dodge as he heard the approaching lightsaber and once more feeling his senses warning him of danger. Prazutis put his arm out behind him, a short wave of telekinetic force aimed at the Assassin's knees sent him to the ground. Prazutis turned and brought his leg up, the man just narrowly rolling away as Prazutis harnessed the force's energy again into the leg and slammed his foot into the rocky ground below.
Prazutis looked at the assassin as he stood again, feeling again the danger sense as the man brought up his other wrist and fired a single rocket at the Inquisitor. Prazutis felt an extremely strong warning of danger, and had to make a split second decision on what he was going to do. Prazutis sidestepped, putting his free hand out to the rocket, and felt the energy of the force guide the rocket to turn around and fly back at its sender. Prazutis felt his frustration rise, and knew that he needed to end this bout soon. So, as the rocket soared towards the hunter, he called upon the dark side.
Prazutis saw the man narrowly dodge the rocket before he kicked his feet to the ground, concentrating heavily as he drew upon the force to enhance the movement forward, and also harness it into his arm as he sent a strike into the man's chest. Prazutis felt the man fly back before he kicked out again, energy exploding from his boot, sending him soaring past the Assassin and sending another powerful strike into the man's back, sending him flying the other way. Prazutis followed suit with one more use of the force enhancing his speed, noticing the man had gone almost fully horizontal before Prazutis slammed both his arms down, all the energy he could muster from his anger, from his rage, all balled up in one last blast of energy, sending the assassin into the ground.
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Prazutis paused as he walked towards his imperial shuttle, a new presence behind him he had never come in contact with. Strange, he thought to himself...
Prazutis turned to see a man donning a red mask and black robes. He was no Sith or jedi, Prazutis thought to himself. he had little to no power within the force.
"And who might you be?"
The man took out a metal lightsaber hilt, igniting it to show a bright blue lightsaber blade.
"Just a man with a job. And who intends to complete it."
Prazutis thought for a moment. Who would have put a bounty on his head, he wondered? However, it mattered not. He wouldn't be struck down by some bounty hunter anyways.
"Then you will die working as a pawn."
Prazutis ignited his own crimson blade, planting his feet as the assassin ran forward, engaging him fiercly.
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Prazutis felt a sort of tingle within the back of his helmet as he watched the assassin's actions, seeing him jump up and swing. Prazutis moved forward, ducking down and balling up his right fist, feeling the force's energy building into his arm before he slammed his fist into the assassin's back, sending him flying forward into the ground. The man prominently returned to attack again, and Prazutis could sense the incoming danger just before the man went to swing.
Prazutis ducked down again, this time watching his blade return for another swing and beginning a defense against the repeated blows that he blocked from his opponent. One after another, Prazutis matched the incoming blade with his own, letting the sparks and cracks of the blades connect and hiss as he slowly stepped back. He remembered the battle that he had in the past with his training droid, remembering the similar circumstances. a lightsaber wielder, yet no force powers. However, this man was clearly more skilled than the droid. It would require something more than what he had done before to finish this battle.
Prazutis finally hit the man's saber with an inert strength, sending the man stumbling backwards before he went down to a knee, bringing up his wrist. Once more, Prazutis felt the danger sense within him and put out his hand, flames charging from his wrist, only to turn into the air as Prazutis' pyrokinesis helped him escape getting roasted.
Prazutis was beginning to get annoyed with this man's insolent attacks. He had done nothing to Prazutis, yet still got up to fight again. Prazutis pushed his hand forward and watched the flames move back down towards the assassin before he cut the flames and charged again with his saber. Prazutis jumped up, the energy from the force sending him flying upwards before he grabbed a wing from his shuttle, using it as a launch pad as he felt the force's energy in his legs. Shooting himself at the assassin, he swung his saber to watch the man jump out of the way, sloppy footwork leading him to have to sidestep the attack.
Prazutis rolled to his feet again, a bit surprised at the dodge as he heard the approaching lightsaber and once more feeling his senses warning him of danger. Prazutis put his arm out behind him, a short wave of telekinetic force aimed at the Assassin's knees sent him to the ground. Prazutis turned and brought his leg up, the man just narrowly rolling away as Prazutis harnessed the force's energy again into the leg and slammed his foot into the rocky ground below.
Prazutis looked at the assassin as he stood again, feeling again the danger sense as the man brought up his other wrist and fired a single rocket at the Inquisitor. Prazutis felt an extremely strong warning of danger, and had to make a split second decision on what he was going to do. Prazutis sidestepped, putting his free hand out to the rocket, and felt the energy of the force guide the rocket to turn around and fly back at its sender. Prazutis felt his frustration rise, and knew that he needed to end this bout soon. So, as the rocket soared towards the hunter, he called upon the dark side.
Prazutis saw the man narrowly dodge the rocket before he kicked his feet to the ground, concentrating heavily as he drew upon the force to enhance the movement forward, and also harness it into his arm as he sent a strike into the man's chest. Prazutis felt the man fly back before he kicked out again, energy exploding from his boot, sending him soaring past the Assassin and sending another powerful strike into the man's back, sending him flying the other way. Prazutis followed suit with one more use of the force enhancing his speed, noticing the man had gone almost fully horizontal before Prazutis slammed both his arms down, all the energy he could muster from his anger, from his rage, all balled up in one last blast of energy, sending the assassin into the ground.
(end force app: skilled lightsaber combat)
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Re: Iron Fist(character development, force apps)
"You are a fairly skilled fighter... had you been proficient in the force, you may have made a good addition to the Empire's ranks."
Prazutis stood over the assassin, pressing his boot into the man's head, watching his metal mask as he spoke.
"I... work for myself."
prazutis shook his head.
"You work as a pawn for those too rich to handle problems themselves. But who was it that hired you to come for me?"
The assassin only laughed.
"Business confidentiality... when you find out... I doubt you'll be surprised."
Prazutis ignited his blade once more and stabbed through the back of the man, not hesitating to take the assassin's life. If he wasn't going to tell Prazutis what he knew, he was of no use.
Prazutis stood over the assassin, pressing his boot into the man's head, watching his metal mask as he spoke.
"I... work for myself."
prazutis shook his head.
"You work as a pawn for those too rich to handle problems themselves. But who was it that hired you to come for me?"
The assassin only laughed.
"Business confidentiality... when you find out... I doubt you'll be surprised."
Prazutis ignited his blade once more and stabbed through the back of the man, not hesitating to take the assassin's life. If he wasn't going to tell Prazutis what he knew, he was of no use.
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Re: Iron Fist(character development, force apps)
(begin app: sense force user)
(word requirement: 400 words)
(begin)
Prazutis paused, once more feeling a disturbance in the force. Something close, something... unnatural. Almost as if it was the same as him. It felt like a dark, ominous cloud that hung nearby, rather than rolling in from the sky, it instead plowed through the ground nearby.
Within the force, Prazutis could feel it... the dark cloud wasn't a physical sight, but rather, a presence in the force, an aura of darkness coming from... somewhere.
Prazutis looked up, trying to identify the origin of the mysterious cloud of darkness that he had sensed. However, it was to no avail, as he saw nothing that would indicate any force users in the area around him.
Prazutis stepped slowly towards the veil of energy that he felt not too far away. It was... cold. A chilled, almost death-like feeling that he got from the plume of dark energy. But still, it called out to him, asked him to meet this darkness with his own power that he held within his spirit, within the armor that his spirit encased.
And Prazutis walked, he continued to follow the calling of the cold, he went to meet this presence that matched the darkness of his own. He wouldn't let himself be afraid. He gave himself to the dark side, so when it calls to him, Prazutis thought to himself... he wouldn't run from it.
Prazutis then saw it: a figure near the circle of visions. A black robe, a hood over his head. And all around him, Prazutis felt the cold... the closer to him, the stronger it was. A mix of the cold that surrounded him and a strange heat... heat from the figure's own rage, his anger... and Prazutis knew that familiar heat. Heat that was created by the rage, by an undying fury that couldn't be extinguished by anything but an extremely personal connection that wasn't there for either person. As he saw the hooded figure turn, still he couldn't see a face. But he could feel a connection. Not one between the two men, but rather a third party connection. Both of them had strong ties to the force, and both of them had a rage within them that couldn't be calmed... both of them were powerful in the ways of the dark side.
Prazutis acknowledged this feeling as he observed the man, but as the figure only looked at him before turning back towards the circle, Prazutis only turned away and noted this feeling when such a presence nearby. If such a cold, death-like feeling came from the dark, he assumed the exact opposite feeling would resonate from someone of the light side of the force. However, either way, he now understood how he could feel the presence of a force user as different from the normal lifeforms around him.
(end force app: sense force user)
(word requirement: 400)
(word count: 470)
(word requirement: 400 words)
(begin)
Prazutis paused, once more feeling a disturbance in the force. Something close, something... unnatural. Almost as if it was the same as him. It felt like a dark, ominous cloud that hung nearby, rather than rolling in from the sky, it instead plowed through the ground nearby.
Within the force, Prazutis could feel it... the dark cloud wasn't a physical sight, but rather, a presence in the force, an aura of darkness coming from... somewhere.
Prazutis looked up, trying to identify the origin of the mysterious cloud of darkness that he had sensed. However, it was to no avail, as he saw nothing that would indicate any force users in the area around him.
Prazutis stepped slowly towards the veil of energy that he felt not too far away. It was... cold. A chilled, almost death-like feeling that he got from the plume of dark energy. But still, it called out to him, asked him to meet this darkness with his own power that he held within his spirit, within the armor that his spirit encased.
And Prazutis walked, he continued to follow the calling of the cold, he went to meet this presence that matched the darkness of his own. He wouldn't let himself be afraid. He gave himself to the dark side, so when it calls to him, Prazutis thought to himself... he wouldn't run from it.
Prazutis then saw it: a figure near the circle of visions. A black robe, a hood over his head. And all around him, Prazutis felt the cold... the closer to him, the stronger it was. A mix of the cold that surrounded him and a strange heat... heat from the figure's own rage, his anger... and Prazutis knew that familiar heat. Heat that was created by the rage, by an undying fury that couldn't be extinguished by anything but an extremely personal connection that wasn't there for either person. As he saw the hooded figure turn, still he couldn't see a face. But he could feel a connection. Not one between the two men, but rather a third party connection. Both of them had strong ties to the force, and both of them had a rage within them that couldn't be calmed... both of them were powerful in the ways of the dark side.
Prazutis acknowledged this feeling as he observed the man, but as the figure only looked at him before turning back towards the circle, Prazutis only turned away and noted this feeling when such a presence nearby. If such a cold, death-like feeling came from the dark, he assumed the exact opposite feeling would resonate from someone of the light side of the force. However, either way, he now understood how he could feel the presence of a force user as different from the normal lifeforms around him.
(end force app: sense force user)
(word requirement: 400)
(word count: 470)