Rogue (No more people)

[Zilfer]

"The spell of Concealment.... I'd wager someones about to take a lickin." said Scar out loud chuckling for a moment. He turned to the Figure of Cain and decided since the man was somewhat present to speak. He would understand if there was no response back, and he was a patient man. "So you are indeed the Emperor known as Cain. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Scar."

[Ragsmire]

Nikana, braced for the coming attack, was taken off guard when suddenly his opponent disappeared, fasting then he could blink, gone. Not just to the naked eye ether, Nikana could not feel his foe any longer now, not that there was much of an identity to sniff out initially, this gun slinging warrior felt like a doll.

"You've got some interesting tricks it seems." The doctor remarked shifting his gaze across the room picking out certain details in it, like pillars that could make for excellent cover, or ambush, locations, to stairs that would offer this marksmen the high ground. While searching its architecture for the warrior he caught wind of an attack only moments prior to its initial blast. The attack was to his left, a flurry of orange energy shoots raining toward him.

He jumped into the air several feet to avoid the blast landing with a back flip just ahead of where he stood previously standing his ground only a second before launching from the spot toward the warrior snapping his right palm open building a certain level of electrical energy in it, once he came within striking distance he projected his arm forward aiming center mass in an attempt to score a blow, the hit powerful as it might be, not fatal.

All the while he focused on this enemy Nikana did feel the estrange sensation creeping into his twisted thought process, a fact of which he remained aware of only on a subconscious level.

[Cain]

"AhahaHaHAhahahHAhAha!" Kairys laughed with a shrill cackle that echoed and bounced around the cavernous confines of the Jedi Temple at Gustoph's attempt to apologize, "You think you can hit me!? This I must see."

Cain's spell of concealment had hidden his puppets from the two men in the Temple's grand entrance hall. Gustoph's "flamethrower" was simple enough for Kairys to step aside from before it could do any harm. Then, in an even more surprising turn of events, Gustoph decided he was going to leave. Clearly this man had no idea what he had gotten himself into. The Force wrapped around Gustoph and tugged him back into the temple violently. Cain wasn't ready yet to reveal Kairys exact position... instead he'd have a bit more fun with the fly that had wandered into his web.


Meanwhile, Statsu was under attack from the good doctor Nikana not too far away. He was a much more impressive specimen, but still perhaps underestimated his situation. Cain kept Statsu still shifting only slightly right before the blow landed, allowing Nikana to strike through the shoulder. Being a puppet, pain was not a factor. As Nikana hit Statsu grabbed the doctor by the wrist with his left hand and held his rifle to Nikana's head, "Gotcha," he whispered before squeezing back on the trigger. Cain was interested to see how he would get himself out of this mess.


Cain himself remained in his meditation. He was silent for a long moment after Scar had spoken, his response only coming in very few words, "Indeed... have a seat," Cain said calmly. This one was familiar with Sith Magic it seemed, but to what extent? This indeed would be an entertaining afternoon.

[Roku]

Gustoph felt the tug, and just sighed. The wind picked up to hurricane speed inside the room against Kairys. With the breath of his mouth, the fire merged with it, creating a fiery tornado. The firestorm was a combination of his expertise in the two elements. It was Gustoph's primary offense, but he decided He might try something a little more technical. he displayed a power he hadn't yet used in this fight. He attempted locking her ankles, using the distraction and blindspot to hide the hand motion from her as he "gripped" them with the force. He used his other hand to send the full wave at her with every intent to blast her to hell. He had seen enough of this bitch...she obviously wasn't human...No woman, even the ones that broke up with him, were this horrible. This woman was clearly evil...

-Clearly evil...- He realized. -That's what she wants...isn't it...- He thought to himself. "So...this is natural selection. I kill you... and I get to see the bastard who put you up to this..." He growled. He just intensified his little storm.

[Ragsmire]

Nikana's palm struck with a fierce bang as the energy he had channeled coursed through him into his gun wielding counter. He held his position thinking the battle over early, until the shock pierced icy cold into his heart as he felt the man grab his whist, keeping him effectively in place. Nikana's eyes bulged in horror as he looked Statsu point blank staring deep in his red visor that covered any human feature he might have had.

Nikana sucked in a breath as the man lifted his weapon to meet the doctor's skull. He offered only one word to act as the trigger to the suspense. "Gotcha." Nikana's petrified body moved on instinct as his heart raced for the micro second that passed between the trigger being pull and his reaction.

He pulled back while turning to face the barrel all in the same motion. Its deep blackness the symbol of death one would expect from a weapon designed for just such a purpose. The trigger clicked releasing the orange bolt from the blaster rifle which flow a short distance meeting Nikana's head, he flipped to his left from the impact descending to the ground at a steady rate before crashing to the floor dust blowing out from under him in all directions.

He remained unmoving for a moment before a small twinge in his fingers led to a slowly raising doctor who, upon turning to face his foe, was revealed to have suffered a terrible born on the left side of his face, his glasses having been destroyed by the blast. He lifted a hand to the wound feeling it up with a few gentle taps of his finger tips, the stench from burnt flesh discernible in the air. The injury was a perfect circle almost to the left of his eye socket, catching some of the eye in the blast. Nikana clinched his fist at the sensation of pain from the wound before summoning the power to heal it, to a certain degree.

"Seems I've underestimated where i stand in this fight." He remark subtly before the sudden rush of hot air blown passed carrying with it flames from the other twos duel. He removed his lab coat keeping his gazed steady on Statsu, waiting for him to make the probable ranged attack he would attempt.

[Zilfer]

Scar chuckled as he sat down across from Cain. He brought his Sith gauntlets together and closed his own eyes. Cain had summoned darkness in the general area of the temple but his focus was now off of it. Scar knew this would be a simple thing to correct for him, and perhaps aid Cain in his matters elsewhere. Gaia continued to send flashes of the battle about the temple.

Scar began to mutter in ancient sith, and began the mutterings of the summon darkness spell. The area around the Jedi temple and within would become very dark. Almost so dark that you could not see more then a few feet away from oneself. Feelings of suffering, oppression, and the all the other negative emotions of the darkside would begin to effect those in the immediate area of the temple. Suffocating those not strongly connected to the darkside....

[Cain]

(OOC: It would seem you've ignored my Concealment power Roku. I'll roll with it for now but in the future; don't do that. )

All this wind and fire couldn't have been good for the marble finish of the Jedi Temple's entry hall, Cain would have to neutralize it. He would use his own telekinetic power to reverse the flow of air against Gustoph's and cancel its effects. Altering the environment using the Force required a high level of intelligence and understanding of physics. Wind was just moving air which could be stopped. Heat was just added energy to the air which could also be drained. Cain was no stranger to these abilities as they had been a staple of the powers used by the Mitsukai on Tishi. The homeworld of Cain's old master...

The confrontation had now become a sort of Force arm wrestling match as Cain met each of Gustoph's attacks with those of his own meant to neutralize them. It was a lopsided match up to say the least. Cain raised a barrier in front of Kairys that would wall out his Force wave before tearing open the grip on her ankles with telekinetic power. Cain could feel that Gustoph's anger was beginning to boil over. This was good, but he would still have to use it.

"Is that all you can do?" Kairys snickered, "Your ability to wield the Force is truly pathetic. Let's see what you can do with a blade..." she said as Kairys spun one of her red sabers to her face before twisting the blade back down to her side forming the familiar Makashi salute, the opening stance to Form II.

Meanwhile, Statsu staggered a bit, moving unnaturally as his body straightened back up. The wound in his shoulder was bleeding only slightly as the electrical energy had cauterized most of the wound. Even so, such a blow should have rendered his right arm useless, yet his arm moved with no trouble at all. Statsu strapped his rifle back over his shoulder and quickly drew a disruptor pistol from one of the holsters on his thigh.

"You move well," Statsu commented, "But physical prowess can easily be rendered... useless," As Statsu spoke his final word the strange sensation twisting into Nikana's subconscious began to take tangible effect as the room suddenly started to grow dark, a feeling as if the walls were closing in from all sides. There was no room to move, no room to breathe. Darkness was the side effect of Cain taking control. If Nikana didn't have the will power to reject him, Cain could begin the use of Tsukikage, a domination of all five senses. At that point, for all intents and purposes, the 'fight' would be over and his foe would be completely at Cain's mercy.

Cain himself in the room of a thousand fountains remained motionless in meditation as Scar sat across from him. Tsukikage required a great amount of concentration and thus he stopped any attempt to hold the concealment spell around Kairys and Statsu. There wasn't much more use for it now anyway and only having to exert telekinesis to fight Gustoph was also a plus.

[Roku]

"I know I'm inexperienced, that's why I came to this world." He growled. He didn't release his assault, he attempted to overpower the barrier by simply making his fire hotter. The room's temperature was now a boiling 60 degrees celsius, well over what one would experience on a hot dry summer's day. Gustoph's fire was now blue, and it was quite an impressive 6000 degrees celsius, enough to melt flesh and boil gold. "If you want a sword fight, you're going to have to provide me with a sword... Otherwise I'm going to have to continue with what I've got." He told her with a shrug. He seemed to notice that her barrier came up, but she made no motion to make it come up. At this stage, he made his attack come down and encircle him at a height of about his waist.

"This fight isn't one on one, is it? There's another..." This seemed to anger Gustoph. His fire grew, alternating between orange and blue with every breath he took. "How dare you call me pathetic, when you're not even willing to fight me on your own..."

Gustoph was now embracing his blacker side. Instead of a mere tornado, he began frantically punching the air, with every strike a razor-thin wave of air was launched at her. Each strong enough to slice through a person's arm. After sending about seven of them her way, he turned and fired a large blue flame in the direction he thought she'd dodge. Gustoph wasn't aware that he was fighting the emperor, but even he was smart enough to know she wasn't fighting him with her own power.

[Ragsmire]

Nikana opened his mouth to give a rebuttal to Statsu's comment regarding ones natural physical attributes,and those that are honed through training but that was needless to say, but he simply moved a hand over his right four-eye as he began to suffer from the unseen affects of Cain's unnoticed mental invasion, like a spider creeping into ones home under the owner's noise.

Nikana felt the tingling sensation once again, that always pleasant shiver that ran cold down his backbone, He couldn't hold it back any longer the agitation ambiance, despair. hate, anger, rage, it filled him as the room subtly became a nice creamy black twirl. He soaked it all in, the Dark lord's accented presence now lingering in his mind was a welcome thing at first, showing him the wonders of the dark side he had known only as a casual date when no other was available, but if Cain received much more leeway Nikana was certain he'd be outright disposed of or transformed into one of these puppets.

"Okay, Cain, i see what you want, no need to spell it out. I have to crush this being to attain an audience with you." With the last word his vision returned, only now it was tinted in a dark red as he caught sight of Statsu, Having summoned the strength born of the dark side he conjured a barrier to defend against anything more, at least for a while, few things could withstand a full forced assault from the emperor Nikana was rather certain.

"Its time." Nikana warned bursting forward as he projected a wave of telekinetic energy at Statsu which, if it hit and launched him into the pillar or a wall, one located around twenty feet behind while the other was more then thirty, Nikana would follow with one of several electrified palm strikes, rather certain at this point it would not be the killing blow Nikana knew one could not aim to finish him without first weakening their foe.

[Zilfer]

"It seems you and your entourage could use some help, would you like some assistance...?" asked Scar as he prepared for his next spell should Cain say yes. He was prepared to summon something that would bring most to their knees. He had long since employed this technique for the most strict of occasions. Sith Magic dwelt deep into the darkside of the force and some said that it could alter reality itself. Scar smirked, the last person he had used this on had torn themselves to pieces in utter fear. 'Yes, summoning fear always has musing effects. The subjects greatest fear often is self defeating....'

[Cain]

"No sword, no hope," Kairys muttered, "You want to kill me, do you? Watch me burn as you dance around the pyre... You comprehension of the depth of the Force's power and are so easily goaded by simple childish remarks. Hehahaha... I think you'll do just fine..."

Kairys took the telekinetic attacks that slashed her flesh without much response. Cain's final blow to Gustoph would be swift and decisive. There was no need to kill him, a blank slate such as Gustoph still held the potential to be painted many ways. But still, this was a man that needed to experience pain. Kairys didn't flinch as Gustoph began to heat up, her flesh may have been growing red with burns but it was irrelevant. Cain quickly formed a protection bubble around Gustoph. A protection bubble usually was used as a defense, refracting Force energy like a mirror. In this case it was all offense. The tight bubble around Gustoph would use his own power against him, rapidly intensifying his own fire and cooking him alive. Hopefully Gustoph would have sense enough to stop his own attack. Cain wanted him alive after all.

Nikana also seemed to have finally found his anger. His attacks were met with no defense from Statsu who slammed into the pillar behind him before taking several more hits from Nikana's electric palm strikes. When Nikana's assualt had finished, Statsu followed up by drawing Force power to his fist and releasing it in a punch to Nikana's gut. The Elite was bleeding all over and his bones snapped as he straightened up, suggesting that they were broken in several places... but still he moved as if he wasn't injured at all.

"Very good. Show me more." Statsu said, rolling and cracking his neck as he holstered his blaster and raised his fists.

Meanwhile, in the room of a thousand fountains Cain simply shook his head at Scar's offer, "There is no need," he said quietly, "I've already found what I was looking for."

[Roku]

Gustoph screeched a bit, as the heat became well above what he was comfortable with. His legs were at a wide stance when Cain entrapped him, and the protective leather pants he was wearing melted against his skin. But it wasn't like he had never put out a fire before. No... Gustoph had studied fire safety first and foremost when he began his self-training in it. It was the most important aspect, because if you can't even control your own fire, you aren't a fire formist. He clapped his hands together, and his fire went out immediately. It didn't take him long to collapse to one knees he rolled up his pant legs to inspect the burns. They were pretty bad burn, but again...It wasn't the first time he'd burnt himself either. It just wasn't usually this bad. Gustophs left foot got the worst of it, with half of his boot basically merged with the foot itself. It hurt like a bitch, and caused him to gasp every breath.

"I guess I should take into account that old saying about playing with fire..." He laughed, breathing heavily. "It looks like you've beaten me... " he said. His hands began to glow a shimmering blue as he placed them on his feet and legs, attempting to heal himself. He was able to keep the pain down, but there would be scars if he wasn't fast. He turned and looked to the badly damaged and torn up woman. He looked slightly horrified at what he had done to her... Never had he had to exert so much of his elemental abilities.

"There must be someone else back there..." He muttered. "There's no way you should be standing on your own..." He closed his eyes, kneeling down.

"I am Lt. Gustoph Wingston, and I am here to serve the controller of his human puppet. Would you...grant me an audience, master? I will perform every task you give me... I want to embrace the dark void...teach me..." he asked. His legs still twitched a bit from burning himself. He wished his mother had taught him more about the lighter ways, even if he did just intend to use them selfishly. But what he did know had kept him alive this long.

[Ragsmire]

Nikana's attack had been met with no resistance the blast of force energy having sent Statsu flying into the nearby pillar with a crushing sound of durasteel and stone into flesh. Nikana, like an beast capitalized on the chance breaking fourth from his position strafing forward first hitting Statsu center mass, then again as he felt bones shadder under the assault, against several viscous blows across the being's body each seemingly having delived more damage then the last until Nikana tired of the initial assault, and expended all the electrical energy he had built up.

he stood his footing for a moment too long as a swift unexpected counter attack was launched coming to rest in Nikana's lower stomach. The attack was strong enough to sport fourth a coughing fit on the doctor's part, the result; a large pool of red reflecting Nikana's own pale yellow stare back to him through a crimson tint for what felt like several seconds initially until he experienced the surprising launch backwards rolling twice until he came to a stop roughly ten to fifteen feet away.

He rose to his feet without winning or complaining over some ache or pain that might have found its way to him and stuck. He simply lifted himself then his fist as this seemed to be turning into a rumble of sorts between the two. He remained unmoving this time again trying for a more defense style, however if another mental assault plagued him action would need to be taken as it would then be clear Cain didn't want waiters, he wanted action takers.

[Zilfer]

"So be it," uttered Mr. Dark in ancient sith not particularly caring if Cain knew how to understand it or not. For now he continued to play the waiting game and began to watch the rest of the events unfold through the force, it was rather interesting the techniques that were being thrown around thus far. It seemed that Cain's hands were busy protecting and it lead Mr. Dark to wonder why Cain was so confident that his physical body was protected here, surely he did not trust complete strangers. If two people distracted his hands then what would be left to protect his body when his mind was divided? Something to ponder.... Mr. Dark breathed in deeply falling into a sort of trans.

[Cain]

"Ar sau geidaji j'us d'uzli," Cain growled in response to Scar in the language of the ancient Sith, "j'us tarianie zinot pasuo je'as mano Sventove. Buti dazek-gausus, Jen'Jidaij." Cain's words translated into Basic were, If I wished you dead, you would have never passed into my Temple. Be thankful to me, Dark Jedi.

Meanwhile, back in the entrance hall Kairys stalked toward her prey with the slow deliberate strides of a Kath Hound sizing up its kill. She paced around him, keeping the protection bubble up in case he were to try any more of his fire attacks, "You wish to know pain?" She asked, glaring at Gustoph over her left shoulder as her twin lightsaber blades retreated back into their respective hilts with a drawn out hiss, "To embrace the dark side is to know pain. To have felt its crippling weight and to use it in kind. Do you honestly believe you have the fortitude to turn your own suffering outward? You could hardly even bring yourself to strike a female..." Kairys goaded, a sinister smirk forming between her full red lips, "Be careful what you wish for, Lieutenant. I've seen the dark side crush far stronger men then you."

Across the hall, Statsu began gathering the Force to himself, allowing it to wrap around his body before launching himself at Nikana. With Force aided speed and strength Statsu began a fierce attack, throwing blows relentlessly as his body twisted and maneuvered almost unnaturally. Each kick and punch would be accompanied by a burst of telekinesis to intensify its effect.