I have great news. AN UPDATE!
I am so sorry to those I have keep waiting.I kept finding things I wanted to change every time I looked though it. I hope you will find it enjoyable.
Chapter I: Establishment
“Are you sure about this my Master?”
“After all that has happened, after all that we have planed- have done, now you question me?”
“…N-n-no my Master. I will stand ready.”
“Good, my apprentice. You shall see that I am right, for the truth is written in blood.”
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Vaco snapped out of his trance, and carefully edged himself over the edge of the platform, looking down into the darkness. The pouring rain and howling wind made it next to impossible to find some one here, but it made it easy for him to hide as well. He knelt there, on the edge of the platform, and began to stretch out in the Force, feeling for his enemies. Vaco quickly felt a strong warning in the Force from behind him; quickly he stood up and brought his lighsaber to bear. That was as far as he got, when a large Force Push sent him sprawling into the darkness below.
Pain erupted though out his body as he slowly got to his knees. He looked around, in the cold darkness for the familiar silver hilt of his lightsaber, spitting as a warm copper taste slowly filled his mouth. He spat the blood out and observed his surroundings, ever mindful of the lurking danger. Right in front of him he saw the snap-his of a green blade, then a yellow one, twin blades of blue followed, and finally a fan of orange, lighting erupted in the clouds below, illuminating their surroundings. Vaco caught a faint gleam of silver just a few meters from him; he quickly summoned the lightsaber to him and barely brought it up into a defensive stance, steam hissing off the burning blade. The four sabers stood there, their masters hidden by the darkness and robes.
Lighting flashed again, this time thunder rolled in its wake. “Wait only four…then were did the fifth go?” Vaco thought to himself as he glanced at his enemies.
Vaco held his ground as he watched the wielder of the double blue blades approached from the right, the visible signs of a Zabrak were coated in a bight blue. Orange and yellow blades glided to the left, looking for an opening in his defense. Vaco settled into the opening stance of Ataru.
“Ready to die, Schutta!” yelled the Zabrak, as he leaped at the apprentice, double blades of blue spinning down. Vaco meet him in mid air as their blue blades locked together.
“Ready to die again?” asked Vaco. He then broke the lock and shoved the Zabrak back towards the green bladed figure. “Form Zero isn’t allowed in here!” yelled Vaco. The person holding the green lightsaber smiled at Vaco and in response, grabbed him and hurled him into the ground. Vaco hit the ground and rolled, and was swarmed in fans of yellow and orange. The blades had a hypnotizing hum to it, as Vaco continued to whirl around, blocking and striking. Despite his best efforts, he barely kept his defense up, he slowly felt his already diminished strength falter. While fending off both blades, he failed to notice that the Zabrak was charging at him until it was too late. He cried out in surprise instead of pain, when the burning blade struck his left arm.
Vaco whipped out of the way of the terrible beast, clutching his wound, he glanced around for some kind of leverage he could use to win. Then a wild idea struck, if it worked, then maybe he could take out their leader. Gathering as much of the Force as he could, he compressed it into a tight ball, and then released it out in a repulse, sending his would-be-killers flying away from him. He Force Ran to the green lightsaber and was so close to performing the killing blow. Arm raised and a meter away, before getting blindsided by a large object and smashed into the floor. He laid there for a while, before slowly sitting up, the rain still falling. His heart sank as he watched his weapon land in the hands of his enemies. They all slowly approached him, yellow and orange flanking him, the Zabrak in front of him, and the leader stayed back.
“Ha, not so confident are we!” yelled the Zabrak. “Such a shame too, I was looking forward to breaking a sweat!” He spun his double bladed lightsaber around and brought it crushing down onto Vaco. At the last moment, Vaco rolled out of the way, and brought a swift kick to the beast’s back, he leaped up from the floor, and stood in a defensive stance. Even in the dark rain, Vaco could see the shock of surprise ripple though his foes.
“Well, looks like I won’t be disappointed after all.” Muttered the Zabrak.
He then charged the Jedi, in hopes of a quick victory, but Vaco did the last thing anybody expected. He stepped towards the charging juggernaut, and grabbed the lightsaber. Shock registered on the giants face as Vaco attempted to wrestle the deadly weapon from the giant’s control, the rain only made it slipper as he fought for it. They tugged back and forth, as the other members of the Zabrak’s company yelled words of encouragement, and tried to find a way to aid their friend. They spun and twirled around each other, seeking a way to rid the other from the lightsaber. Four times they nearly broke the bond, each one ending with some kind of wound.
“I said it once, and I’ll say it again. LET GO OF MY DAMN LIGHTSABER, IT”S MINE!” roared the Zabrak in primal fury.
“And. As. I. Have. Told you,” struggled Vaco. “You talk too much.”
They fought back and forth, the Zabrak using brute strength, Vaco using his smaller size. A quick plan developed in Vaco’s head. He whipped himself into and under the giant’s defense so they were both facing the same way reversed his grip, and tucked in his chin. The massive being saw what was happening and attempted to choke Vaco with the handle of the double bladed lightsaber. In one swift motion the human rolled his shoulders over, and twisted hard to the left, bringing the still lit blade around and into his opponent’s leg. His foe yelled in pain, and released his left hand from the hilt. Vaco spun out still holding the now deactivated hilt, and brought his other hand in a fast open palm strike to the Zabrak’s chest. The being grunted as the air left his lungs, and lost his grip on his weapon. Vaco ignited the blade, brought it spinning around and stabbed it right into the chest of the man who only a few seconds ago, wielded the same weapon in hopes of victory.
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