Anbira Hicchoru vs. The Greater Jedi Order

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira stood by himself on a wind-swept mesa. He had dispatched the message to his enemies in the Greater Jedi Order. There would be a fight today. He closed his eyes, breathing the cold air in slowly. As he exhaled, he looked down at his aged hands. He silently prayed he had the strength he once had. He would need it to win today. Somehow, he had to get the Jedi past their rhetoric. He knew they could argue their lies until they were blue in the face. He hoped they were wiser when at the point of destruction. If not a soul had to die today, it would suit Anbira fine...but he noted with much sadness that it never worked that way.

Anbira could no longer wait for them to listen. They would see the truth, or today would be a massacre. ::

[TUJK]

*Tujk strode forward, awnsering the... summons of sorts. She had little the way of encounters with this one until very recently, but she came, armed as always with a knife, staff

and above all, above the force.

Her mind*

The living lie... your own words... how do you seek to reviel the truth?

[Nichos Marr]

Receiving Anbira's message, Nichos arrived as soon as he could. Now Nichos could be seen, walking toward's Anbira across the mesa. The Jedi had his lightsaber on his belt, not in his hand. Only about 15 feet away from Anbira he stopped.

"Anbira, I thought you wanted peace," Nichos shouted, "Obtaining peace through war does not work Anbira, this MUST stop."

The Jedi walked forward again, still unarmed. He stopped only a few feet away from Anbira. "Go home Anbira, go find peace with yourself."

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira shook his head, looking at the two Jedi Knights. ::

No, the time for talking is over. Peace will come when you have either joined its cause, or you lay dead.

:: Dropping into a deep stance, Anbira reached out with his feelings, saturating his essence with power. As he eyed both combatants, he muttered a silent prayer under his breath. He closed his eyes, opening them again...and ran towards Nichos Marr, driving a Ram's Head punch towards his chest. ::

[JediBeldarine]

**Bel arrived a few moments after Nichos, walking calmly into the field. Her cloak flowed behind her, the wind making it whip erraticly. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail which lashed with the wind. The only weapons she carried stay hooked to her low slung belt -- her saber, and a standard blaster.

**She stopped on the other side of TUJK, lining the three Jedi into a row. Her midnight clue cloak continued to flutter as the wind picked up force,

"Anbira, listen to Nichos. Your eternal struggle is eating you inside, the true center of being is the calm of the Force. Anger and aggression do not solve anything -- if anything it makes it worse. Let go of your hate, Anbira."

**She enveloped herself in the Force, the power surging through her veins. Seeking her calm medium, she watched the powerful Sith Master who had once called himself Jedi. Watched and waited.

**Seconds later he attacked Nichos. Crouching down into a catlike stance, Beldarine calmly watched the scene. She knew Nichos could handle this, his words were spoken truly.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos accepted the punch, reeling over himself. He fell to the floor before Anbira. The Jedi instinctively rolled out of the way and stood up. Surprisingly, that punch had really damaged his chest. He felt the pain form inside.

And the Jedi stood still, not daring to grab for his weapon.


"Fighting isn't the answer Anbira. Join our cause for peace." Nichos said, standing in front of the Sith Master.

[TUJK]

*She was perhaps the most versed of the jedi present... and as such, she would have to b the front. She watched Anbita charge Nichos, winceing a bit*

Alright. You got some rocks in your head... you want us to join you... trying to kill us... well... quite frankly, that's an amusing thought. I'll listen to words, but not to battle.

*Tujk smirked, feeling the force flow though her, tieing her to everything... thre was no line where she ended and the force began... she was of the force*

So you can stand down, beat your head against a wall, or be subdued.

Mercy is an offer I make once. You can walk away, and I will let you. You stand, and thi doesn't end so easily.

[amichan24]

Ami had sensed something through the Force. A gathering of the Force... One Sith, several Jedi. She had hopped into her A-wing, curious to see what was going on. As she was nearing the area, she felt something new - a sharp pain in her chest. She didn't need to think about who it was.

She landed close to the site of the encounter. Nichos was lying on the ground, and though he didn't show it as he stood, she could tell he was in pain. She ran towards him and the Sith, worried. She stopped beside Nichos, looking at him with concern. He smiled at her, though it didn't really settle her, and she looked at the Sith. "Is there really a necessity for being brute? Nothing can be gained."

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira's head snapped back as he noticed the approach of the Padawan, Beldarine. Another one to the fray. Recovering his balance, Anbira ran with Force-augmented speed to the Padawan, feinting to the right, but keeping his right foot planted. As Beldarine adjusted her defense to respond to his feint, Anbira snapped his hip to the left, delivering a midsection roundhouse that connected in chamber. Beldarine fell to the side, as her weight shift was used against her. As she did, Anbira returned his chambered left leg to the ground, extending a hand to the padawan. Beldarine was lifted off her feet, and sent flying towards TUJK, the pair colliding with each other. As the did so, Anbira noticed the approach of another. ::

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos watched as his friends got hurt by the Sith. He took his lightsaber into hand and ignited it. He stared directly at the Master with emotionless eyes.

"Anbira, stop this now." He sternly said.

Nichos got into a defencive stance if the Sith decided to attack again.

[TUJK]

*There was no collision. Tujk was aware of the events around her, Beldarine was embraced in the force, guided gently to the ground by Tujk*

They're Padawans, not projectiles.

*she watched Anbira, simply emersing herself in the force, waiting*

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera watched from afar as the Jedi began the hopeless attack which would ultimately lead to their demise. He thought it foolish that these young Jedi believed they could best the greatest force user living.

Looking around, Viscera realized that the corpses would need burying once their destruction was complete. He decided to walk back to his shuttle, to get a spade.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Using the physical mastery of the Force, Anbira began to focus on compressing a column of air, from his hand to a distance of about a meter. A cold breeze formed as air siphoned inwards on itself, compressed and superheated by the Force. A few seconds of concentration, and Anbira formed a shaft of glowing plasma, emanating from his hand. In effect, he had conjured the equivalent of a lightsaber, its faint green hue lighting the air around him.

Advancing on Nichos, Anbira brought his "saber" downwards in a forward slash. The Jedi met the blade with his own, and the two combatants locked their attacks. Anbira braced with his might, and slowly began to levitate his body with the Force, attempting to gain leverage. ::

Don't try to talk yourselves out of this! You will waste your time! Save yourselves, or die!

[Nichos Marr]

"Anbira, it amazes me how you just keep yapping about saving myself or dieing!" Nichos grunted as he brought his saber upwards to block another hit by Anbira. This one caused him to bend on one knee, calling on the Force to strengthen him.

Nichos blocked a quick side slash, quickly kicking outwards. His foot met Anbira's side. This was a bad mistake for Nichos. Anbira's body felt like a block of iron. The Jedi fell backwards, rolling out of the way, the light beam barely slicing him in two. He stood up behind Anbira and pushed him forward with the Force causing him to stumble, but the Sith kept his balance.

"Do me a favor Anbira, Shut up." Nichos said. He twirled his saber around and lunged forward.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira looked at Nichos...or more correctly...looked through him. They called the phenomenon the Thousand Yard's Stare...and it was a disturbing side-effect of people who had spent far too much time in war. They saw people not as living, but as already dead, just waiting for their time.

The Sith righted himself, squaring off against Nichos again, and leveling his "saber" at the Jedi. Anbira snapped his wrist, sliding his saber to the side of Nichos' weapon, and allowing himself to close the gap as he pressed the saber back. Stepping into Nichos' guard, Anbira connected a front press kick into his lower abdomen, the slow but powerful strike sending the Jedi off his feet, skidding away. He turned around, pointing his shaped plasma saber at the Padawan Beldarine. ::

I am not playing with you!!!

:: Anbira released his hold on the saber's plasma, crafting a barrier between himself and the compressed and superheated air. The effect was that the contents of the saber blasted out in a cone-shaped explosion. Rapidly expanding superheated gas hit Beldarine in full as the shockwave sent her sprawling. ::

OOC: Bout to be busy....so keep the reprisals to a minimum. I will be back soon.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos rested his head on the soil for a few moments. He flipped upwards and deactivated his saber eyeing Anbira who had now targeted the Padawan.

"That psychopath needs to get a hold of himself seriously." Nichos muttered, "And he has to be stopped." The Jedi just sat down and crossed his legs, calling on the Force for extra strength and stamina. His mind was elsewhere, but he still kept his mind's eye on the battle.

Nichos felt the Force flow through him, strengthening his bones. He felt the goodness and the life around him, calling it to him. The Light Side was all around. Even if Anbira's dark presence blocked some of it, it was still there. Nichos could feel himself getting better already.

[TUJK]

*to enter battle was to exhaust all other posibilities, and dealing with rock head here, it seemed that posibilities were exhausted.*

*And fighting was wrong... so if you were wrong in the first place. Well, fairness got tossed out the window.*

*without a word, Tujk focused within, gathering the the force with in her. then reaching out with a hand, sending the force rippling though the air, unhindered by distance, sending a stunning blow aimed at Anbira's groin. She saight not to kill, mearly disable at this time.*

[Jedi Knight Leia Solo]

**Getting Anbira's message somewhat late, the Jedi Master sprinted quickly to the location Anbira had requested a confrontation. Upon her arrival, Leia watched momentarily at the commotion caused by the powerful Sith Master. Cautiously, Leia made her way to where the group of Jedi were facing off with Anbira. The Jedi Master reached below her cloak and unclipped her saber from her belt, chosing not to ignite it. Not just yet**

**Calmly Leia spoke in a confident voice**

Anibra...What is the meaning of all this?!!!

**As she waited for an answer...her eyes stayed fixed on Anibra's every move as she placed herself in a defensive stance**

[Jace Darklighter]

A small figure stood elevated on the horizon. His fellow Jedi, down below, stood against Anbira's endeavors to destroy what they believe by defending their principles. The Sith Master had made a call for all of the Greater Jedi Order to either follow him or die as martyrs. Removing his cloak, the Jedi Knight ran into the heat of battle. Coming to a hault at his side, he frowned as he regarded Anbira with a fierce gaze.

"Quite confident, aren't you Anbira. You have the nerve to call us to your 'order of truth' when you come to us as a betrayer to the Jedi Order and philosophies?! You have become a misguided soul with a warped sense of justice. If you truly seek to save lives then you'll take up your weapon and fight as a Jedi. You can try and twist your mind all you want, but the truth is that your wrong. You're nothing but a fallen Jedi. Our goals are one in the same but your means in attaining that goal are completely irrational. Its time you realized this."

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: The blow dealt to Anbira by TUJK caused him to stagger. As he regained his footing, he looked around. There were now six. He watched as Beldarine fell to the ground, watched as Nichos began to prepare for another assault. The others began to advance, continually preaching. Oh their words, he wished they were true. He wished it were so simple that he could go back. But there was no going back, and he knew it. He couldn't compromise himself when he knew that their way didn't work. Oh God he wanted it to!!! He wanted it to be that simple! To bring Peace with a kind word and a good deed. But people weren't willing to end it so easily. He knew better than anybody. When they took him as a child, forced him to kill everybody he ever knew...kill his people. Forced auto-genocide? People didn't have definitions for the nightmares Anbira had seen.

And they would not end with kind words...

Anbira righted himself, and looked into Leia's eyes. He would have to destroy her first...if this was to work. His body levitating with the Force, he began to push his limits of tolerance, tapping the Dark Side fully. Ripples of blue lighting crackled over Anbira's body, as he propelled himself towards the Jedi Master, swiping at her with a Tiger strike ::