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Acheron
Mar 28, 2008 15:20:51 GMT 1
Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 28, 2008 15:20:51 GMT 1
Ok how come I'm an apprentice? I don't have a master!
Reckon you could make a sig out of my orange lightsaber?
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Post by Darth Archeon on Apr 5, 2008 1:06:01 GMT 1
i'll take him on as my apprentice come to "Your Training begins" on dredshee
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Post by Darth Acheron on Apr 5, 2008 7:58:19 GMT 1
well I cant right now cause I got a new computer and I cant get Photoshop to work on it right now, but maybe one of the others will.
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Post by Darth Acheron on Apr 26, 2008 3:51:14 GMT 1
This is the story of Acheron's lost memory. It will be told through story form and in chapters so if anyones interested they can read it.
Chapter I: Acheron Rising
Acheron stared out into the night, the moon shining brightly through the densely wooded forest. A cold wind hit his back as he stalked his prey high up in a tree. The Jedi had come to this planet in search of him. The fools had only sent two Knights to capture him. That was an insult in his mind. He would make the Jedi pay dearly for such a thing. He had separated the pair almost an hour ago by sending a shadow clone of himself running in the opposite direction of the forest forcing the Jedi to split up.
High up in the tree he hid his force presence waiting for the Jedi to walk a little further so that he could leap off the branch he was on and strike down with his blade. He waited for the Jedi to walk just a few more steps and he gathered his strength into his legs and leapt from the branch with his blade alight crashing downwards upon his enemy. The Jedi twisted around and held his blade in a protective position stopping Acheron’s blade just short of his head.
Acheron stared into the eyes of the Jedi Knight for a second and then pushed his blade harder trying to drive it into the man, but with a surge of the force the Jedi was able to throw Acherons blade from his own and take a few strides back. The Jedi held his blade erect to his face and Acheron held his own off to the side the tip of the blade pointing towards the ground. Acheron began circling the young Jedi Knight trying to find a weak point in his opponent. After what must have seemed like an eternity to the young Knight Acheron blade up on a seventy-five degree angle connecting with the Jedi`s blade.
Acheron twisted his body to the right holding his blade against the Jedi`s and used his momentum to drive his fist into the man`s hip. As it connected he sent a small surge of electricity through his fist paralyzing the nerves. Acheron continued with his momentum and ended up behind the man just outside of his reach when he turned around. Acheron could see the Jedi favouring his right hip as he had paralyzed the left one. The effect would not last long but Acheron thought that it might be just long enough to kill the man as his balance was thrown off.
The Jedi held his blade erect again just in front of his face, Acheron held his own in two hands just over his head with the tip pointing directly behind him. He came crashing down with his blade, and while the Jedi was trying to catch it with his own he kicked the man`s injured hip forcing his attempt to block Acherons blade be slightly off target and just barely catching the tip. Acheron planted his right foot and shifted his torso down and to that side while slipping his blade off of the Jedi`s. He then surged all his weight into the left foot and lunged upwards with the blade.
The Jedi`s blue sabre fell to the ground and he crashed to his knees, there was a large gaping hole in his side. Acheron`s blade had pierced the lungs. He pulled it from the dying Jedi and knelt beside him and put his hand on his throat, ``Know that your death has accomplished nothing, and that you die here because you are weak, and unwilling to use the Force how it was meant to be, as a tool, as a means to an end... your death.`` With that being said he put pressure on the man`s throat forcing his already small air supply to leave his body. Acheron stared into the eyes of the dying Jedi watching as they glazed over and became glass.
`now for the other one...`
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