A first encounter

[lordocelot]

Tiberian comes from the (The Sith's Final Assualt upon the Temple)
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Ayin came from "A Learning Experience."
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Tiberian had done what none thought he could, he had led a successful attack onto the capitol planet of the Republic. He had taken the temple and for the first time since the empire, the Jedi Temple was under Sith control. Tiberian however was no fool, he knew that Vala and his ships had all left to rally with the SRA in the battle of Corellia. Tiberian knew that he was the only sith left on the republic planet, he knew that soon more officers and Jedi would come to the temple to see the damage that Tiberian had done. They would realize that their archives were gone and that many of their younglings and knights had been taken away.

Thoughts of being surrounded by Jedi and Republic officers did not bother the perfect mood that the sith warlord was in, he had plopped himself into the comfiest and cushiest seat he could find in the archives. He then began reading several stories that his men had left behind, the only light came from the one lamp that Tiberian was using to read, he was engulfed within the lonely and dark halls of what was left of the temple.

[Ayin Tsade]

Ayin Tsade watched the flames dance around his starship, the Shadowight, as he entered Coruscant's atmosphere. The ebony exterior reflected crimson with the heat of intense friction. Below, Coruscant glittered with the shine of its utterly urban surface; even though Ayin was descending on the nighttime side of the planet, it still outshone the stars and planets of space.

In little time, Ayin had passed through the upper atmosphere, and could now see the traces of buildings down below. During the day, the sky would be bright azure and filled with the perpetual motion of speeders and freight cars bypassing Coruscant's endless skyscrapers. Now, Ayin could see only the tiny black dots of the speeders down below - and smoke. Trails of it spiraled upwards towards him, creating a blotch in the sky where no light could penetrate. Given the distress signal Ayin had received while on Kashyyyk and his current position, there had to be only one possible object for the smoke to originate from: the Jedi Temple.

A sudden twang shot through Ayin's mind; he felt a ripple in the force so large, so overwhelming, that it was more like a tsunami. The unexpected surge of power that Ayin felt sent his senses temporarily askew, to the point that he lost control of his ship. It began to spiral, in a gradual arc; snapping out of his trance, Ayin slapped himself in the forehead to regain himself fully, and then wrestled with the controls to regain the ship. He pulled on the dual-grip joystick and tugged left, forcing Shadowight into a tighter descent; then, he tilted the stick to the right to even out. The ship shuddered from the sudden jerks, and gravity began to squeeze down on Ayin to the point that the veins in his arms bulged, but after a few more seconds the ship leveled out and descended smoothly.

"That... was scary," Ayin said aloud, wiping the trickle of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His breathing began to return to normal, but still, he wondered; what was that impossibly massive presence that he had sensed? It felt familiar, though not quite like anything Ayin had sensed before. Though he could not locate the source of the power exactly with the flow of the Force, Ayin thought he knew where it was all the same - it was likely the cause of all that smoke.

In minutes, Shadowight touched down on a landing pad directly in front of the Jedi Temple. Ayin unstrapped his safety harness and released the cockpit seals; a breeze of cool Coruscant air filled the vacuum as he planted his hand on the control panel and executed a rolling flip to exit his craft with an effortless two-legged landing.

Ayin walked with his hands in his pockets, passing through the massive gates, which were already completely agape. He stepped over the corpse of a gate guard and went inside. To his surprise, the courtyard was surprisingly undamaged; only a dozen or two corpses riddled the ground, each one with removed limbs or head, while some were sliced cleanly in half. Ayin shook his head; he had attempted to warn the Jedi Council of a possible Sith attack, but as per always, his warnings had not been heeded.

Their entrails reeked in a pile, and Ayin held his breath as he bypassed them to reach the fountain room. Finding nothing, Ayin stopped a moment to ponder what rooms to search first.

"Hm. Archives, apartments, or council chamber... Council chamber is too freaking high up to bother walking to, and the apartments should be abandoned," he reasoned. "Guess it's the archives, then."

In a few minutes, Ayin arrived at the Jedi archives. The librarian at the front desk rested her head in a pool of her own blood, with parts of her skull decorating the walls and floor; her hand lay limp on the table with a blaster pistol just out of reach. Ayin felt a touch of pain at seeing yet another victim, but he could not deny that she was a lot more tolerable now that she had been permanently silenced. Going further inside, Ayin noticed that the shelves were bare - the Sith had stolen the entire archives. Ayin emitted a tsking noise from his lips.

"Good thing they copied those for the temple at Yavin. I wonder what the Sith intend to do with all those electronic books... tell bedtime stories to one another?"

Then, Ayin felt it again - the powerful presence from before, only now it was stronger, more commanding. He knew that the bearer of this power must be in this very room. Now, Ayin recognized it as the sign of a proficient Force-user, a flow similar to the Sith Lord Darth Siphon. But this Sith felt different; he was just as vicious, although not quite so malevolent as Ayin's old foe. Rather, this being was sophisticated, knowledgeable, even personable; patient, brilliant, and-

Laughing.

Ayin followed the chuckling sounds until he saw a source of light break through the dimness. Turning the corner, he found a table with a lit lamp on top of it. Lifeless Jedi sat in raptured attendance around the table. At the head of the gathering sat a man, bold and massive in build - Ayin estimated him about a half-foot taller than himself, with short, curled blond hair, dressed entirely in a majestic midnight shade. The man held a book in front of him, with a small stack of other books nearby on the table. Ayin, with his hands still resting in his jacket pockets, approached the presence, while indulging himself in a grin. He placed himself next to the table, within the man's line of sight.

"Hey, there," Ayin said, in a cheerful tone. He whistled to himself, and added, "Man, you're tall." Before the man looked up, Ayin glanced about the table. All the chairs were occupied by deceased Jedi Masters, some of whom Ayin had seen before, though their deaths did not touch him on a personal level. Ayin pointed to one of them and looked to the tall man.

"What's your conversation about? Mind if I take a seat?" he asked.

[lordocelot]

Tiberian looked up from his book hearing the comments and whistling of Ayin. He smiled seeing the scrawny looking intruder, who had interrupted his lively readings and conversations, he did not look like much of the Jedi that Tiberian had fought, he was far to skinny and short and also seeing that his scrawny guest was not wearing the robes of either a Jedi master or knight. The guest was wearing far more comfortable clothes including a long sleeved jacket and loose ocean blue pants. Even though he was not wearing the robes of a Jedi master and did not look like one, there was no denying that the force flowed strongly within him but their was something different in the way the force flowed through him then the other Jedi Masters that Tiberian had met and killed. Tiberian wondered if this would be the first of many who would come to scope out the carnage that he and his Sith unfolded upon the temple.

He chuckled, "Oh my companions and I were just observing that in all these stories, the bad guys are always the same. Its those bad monstrous sith, they can and should be blamed for everything that goes wrong in the precious and spoiled world of the Jedi and Republic, is that not right, Ada?" asked Tiberian turning to the closest Jedi master.

The head of Master Ada quickly bobbled up and down agreeing with Tiberian's remarks about their most recent story, Tiberian chuckled turning to his guest.

"They are so lively especially after tea, please will you not join us? I am sure you have much more to bring to my current conversation, they seem to be becoming a bit of dead weight" invited Tiberian politely. “Will any of you be so kind in giving up your seat, to our new guest?” asked Tiberian sounding quite amused. The body of Master Ada at the words of Tiberian immediately levitated from his seat, several feet off the ground dangling beneath both Tiberian and Ayin before being tossed behind Ayin, landing with a loud thud and crack, it seemed that bones could be broken after one was deceased.

“Tea?” asked Tiberian kindly.

[Ayin Tsade]

Ayin gave Master Ada a thumbs up. "Thank you, Master Ada," he said, and immediately took the vacant seat for himself. Ayin was quite pleased that, not only was the seat very comfortable and perfect for napping in, but the Sith whom he was conversing with had not killed Ada in a bloody manner, leaving his seat spotlessly clean. Ayin slumped back in the chair and sighed with pleasure.

"Man, I haven't relaxed like this in almost a week... really appreciate the seat, pal. I think I'll take you up on that tea offer," Ayin said to his darkly-robed Sith companion. Although this man posed what was possibly the greatest threat to Ayin's life since his battles with Darth Siphon, Ayin could not help smiling. He did not sweat with anxiety or tremble with nervousness; rather, Ayin found the possessor of this incredible power to be quiet intriguing, and inwardly he hoped that this man also possessed a decent sense of humor; Ayin's past attempts at striking conversations with Sith usually became dull and then violent very quickly. Their ridiculous tendency towards excessive and pointless violence tended to ruin the ideal fireside chat.

"So, pal, tell me what story it is you're reading," Ayin said. "You're right that the Jedi tend to portray their dark side counterparts pretty poorly. Such a shame that they can't learn to present history in a neutral fashion... Although, I must admit, the Sith have done plenty of things to prejudice the Jedi historical perspective. The little offenses really pile up over time: usurping governments, waging wars, murdering innocents... with such a history, I'm not too surprised that the Jedi tend to discriminate against them."

[lordocelot]

Tiberian did not know what to make of the behavior and attitude of his new guest. If he was a jedi Tiberian was not feeling like he needed to stab his saber into his chest, this Jedi seemed to be tolerant to be around unlike the others that Tiberian had killed that usually only whined and preached the arrogant sermons about the peace and stability that they had brought to the Republic.

"Well it is true that my people in the past have acted more on animal instincts then human. I have spent much of my time as ruler of the Sith to evolve our teachings. We are no longer the savage beasts that are portrayed in these archives. We are cunning and resilient, strong but united under one banner, mine" commented Tiberian to see that he had the attention of his guest.

Tiberian with the flick of his hand had tea poured for his new guest; "the story I was in fact reading was of, the beginning of my people with our exile into deep space. While we rotted in the deserts, the jedi nursed upon the wealth of the republic that they did not deserve. But as you can see, my movement has begun to change the very face of the republic. Tell me guest; are you one of my sworn enemies? I feel the force flowing strongly in you but then again I also see no reason to kill you,” asked Tiberian.

[Ayin Tsade]

Ayin scooped up the tea cup to his mouth while tilting his head back, so as to drain the cup dry. The smooth warmth of the Coruscant brand tea brought a tingling feeling to Ayin's throat, all the way down to his toes. He exhaled and licked his lips, then returned the cup to its place on the table. Ayin's serene autumn eyes locked with the Sith's translucent cerulean gaze, giving him full attention now that he had refreshed himself.

"Your enemy?" Ayin repeated. He leaned forward and sat up straight, or as straight as Ayin ever bothered to. He formed a bridge with his hands, keeping them folded and resting on the table while he spoke. "That depends. Most of the Jedi don't acknowledge this, but... believe it or not, I'm Ayin Tsade, the destroyer of your previous Sith Lord."

Ayin paused, allowing the emphasis to stick. When several moments passed in silence, he continued:

"While I'm not like the other Jedi, who tend to fight the Sith simply for being Sith, I have always opposed the old Sith ideologies of destroying the weak to accommodate the strong. Most Sith I have encountered are obsessed only with power, and care nothing for human rights or supporting life and peace. I have tried to reason with them... most conversations ended with my saber lodged in their body in some fashion or another.

"So, you tell me if I am a threat to you or not. I spent my younger Jedi days opposing Siphon and his subordinates, and overcame them, without support from those bickering duffs on the Council. If your new regime is the same as the last, then I suppose I will be forced to destroy you. However, while you bear a striking resemblance to Siphon in presence, your methods and motivations appear to differ. Would you care to tell me... how closely do you relate to him, anyways?" Ayin cocked his head to the side slightly, never removing his gaze from the Sith warlord. Depending on the Sith Lord's answer, Ayin's life could become instantly more eventful.

[lordocelot]

Tiberian chuckled, he admired his guest spirit and tenacity, even though he admitted to be a jedi still, Tiberian had no reason to try to fight and kill him. "So you are the one to have killed my master for this, I owe you a drink" said Tiberian with a smile.

Tiberian cupped his hands placing them below his chin allowing his head to rest upon them. "Well then since you killed my master, you were one who fought in that war. I however did not pick up the saber and fight for my master; I refused my service when he came to and told me of his plans. I laughed I told him he was a deranged, old, blinded hut who was now simply grasping for power any where he could" Tiberian paused.

He had told this to numerous Jedi about his transformation of his people and always grew thirsty at this particular point. He casually snapped his fingers as his cup hovered to his lips and he nursed his drink for a few seconds before it gently landed by his elbow, he cleared his throat and continued.

"You see I knew my people would not survive, our traditions and customs prohibit us ever to win wars with the republic. Because of of arrogance, our pride, our greed but i have changed all that
like I told you before and I will not bore you with the details" Tiberian sighed shaking his head.

"My apologies it seems that I have drifted from your previous question, you must forgive me the mention of my master usually drives me to pointing out his many flaws" joked Tiberian as a hearty laugh followed.

Tiberian seemed to be in a daze he looked around at the abandoned archives, seeing the blood stained walls and the numerous corpses. He then remembered all the Jedi he has killed since touching down on the capitol planet with Ayin's question echoing through him, "Am i a threat?" he muttered ever so softly.

"Let us put it simply if you remain a Jedi, which if you look around, I would not currently advise then yes. I am a threat to you, a threat to everything you believe and I will then do anything within my power to destroy you and everyone you hold dear. If you do not forsake your traditions of arrogance that have been practised here in the years past, then we must fight, and it will be unfortunate" threatened Tiberian in an intimidating voice almost sounding like a snarl or a roar.

His anger that could be seen in his eyes and face flashed only for a moment soon covered up by a smile."You seem to be unlike the others, your both amusing and tolerable nothing like the ones I have killed so far. I will however warn you, that I am nothing like my master and will prove to be a much tougher foe as will my armies. Do not see this as a brief conflict that can be resolved in a few skirmishes, I have started a war with one purpose, dethroning the Jedi and lifting up the ways of my people" warned Tiberian with a savy grin.

[Ayin Tsade]

When the Sith Lord finished his speech, the seriousness faded from Ayin's expression; it was quickly replaced by an excited grin. His hands slapped together in a slow rhythm, as if Ayin was politely applauding a politician in the Republic Senate.

"Masterful speech," he said, with sincerity. "Your emotions were raw and real, and your delivery was top tier. No wonder the Sith follow you. And to think that you are the apprentice of Siphon... it's incredible."

Ayin stood. He placed his hands in his pockets, as if he thought of the Sith's threats as mere puffs of air. His gaze had not faltered, and his form remained perfectly still. After several silent moments, Ayin spoke again, his voice as clear and calm as water dripping from the ceiling of a cave.

"I'm afraid your facts aren't all straight, though. You see... I oppose hypocrisy in the Jedi Order as much as you do. Recently, I was inaugurated into the Jedi Council, and already I have fought against the bent some Jedi have towards the laws of the Old Republic era, including prejudices against the color crimson and killing romance," Ayin explained. He shook his head and continued.

"Not all the members on the Council cling to hypocritical teachings. Rather, there is merely a faction amongst its members, whom I dub 'Purists,' that hold out the obsolete model of the Old Republic Jedi Order as the ideal. Their movement has long been a hindrance to myself and to others, but the other Jedi have held them in check reasonably well. The Jedi Order itself is not the curse, but rather is infected with it.

"I have always stood for my own ideals, rather than the teachings of these Purists. Yet, I refused to abandon the Order for its flaws; all my life, the New Republic and the restored Jedi Order have maintained peace throughout much of the known galaxy." Ayin exhaled the rest of his breath that had not been spent to form words, and drew fresh air to reach his conclusion.

"So... I concur, hypocrisy must be purged from the Order. My aim is to reform the Jedi by rewriting the Jedi Code itself, as you have done with the Sith laws. You may think me naive and foolish, but I refuse to destroy life and the established government over ideological qualms. That is where I stand."

Ayin's posture did not change during the entirety of his reply. But his expression had altered slightly; he ceased grinning, as the creases on his face showed now the determination in his spirit more so than his playfulness. His stare remained fixated on the Sith Warlord. Although he had not cast himself as an enemy of the Sith, Ayin knew full well that his loyalty to the Jedi in spite of its failings meant that he would be forced to draw his saber to protect it. So, though his hands did not move an inch, he prepared his mind for the conflict he believed would erupt between himself and the Sith Warlord.

This battle and those that follow will surpass even my duels with Darth Siphon, Ayin thought. In his heart, he felt glad - he could not have asked for a better opportunity to exercise his fighting prowess.

[lordocelot]

A smile curled on Tiberian's lips as he shook his head. Ayin's reply was akin to a senator running for re-election - full of promises he never intended to fulfill, hoping only to get votes. He had expected Ayin to say something similar all along, the same garbled answer given by every brainwashed Jedi who had spent his entire life living in the comfort of the Jedi Temple. The Jedi did not know pain like the Sith had endured for centuries. That pain still burned in Tiberian's memory. He and the Sith had learned to use that pain, however, and now it fueled them, gave them fresh strength, powered by their hatred for the despicable Jedi.

Tiberian rose from his seat, slow but majestic, like the dawn sun of Coruscant. He raised his cup aloft, towards Ayin.

"A toast," Tiberian said, "to the futures of our people. Sadly, it seems that this will be the last moments of civility between us." Tipping the cup back, Tiberian sipped at his tea until it drained dry. He released it, and allowed the cup to slide out from his fingers' grasp. The cup struck the floor and shattered into countless pottery fragments; Tiberian raised his boot over the remains and stamped down, crushing them to powder.

"The Jedi are arrogant. They will never change because they do not think they need to. Their obsolete ways have lived for too long, and must be destroyed." Tiberian paused; he flexed his fingers to ease the tension in the fist he had unconsciously made while he spoke. His hands felt eager to call upon the wrath of the darkness, to punish those who opposed Tiberian's empire. Yet he held his urge towards anger back; he had a little bit longer yet to wait.

"Please tell me that your Jedi arrogance has not blinded you, Ayin," Tiberian said. His voice had become sharper, more hostile than the polite ruse Tiberian had put on before. "Look around" -here, Tiberian pointed towards some fallen Jedi, including the crumpled corpse of Master Ada- "These were all members of your respected Order who were foolish enough to think that they could stop me. I have sparked the greatest war that the galaxy has ever seen, and it seems that I may have finally found an opponent worthy of my ability. It is a shame that your talent will be wasted defending a cause that has never supported you and always tried to oust you. But the Force works in mysterious ways." Tiberian shrugged his shoulders, and sighed while shaking his head. His gaze remained locked with that of the young Jedi Master, whose posture and expression had remained still and calm.

"The galaxy will look back at this encounter and wonder why you, Master Tsade, rejected such a proposal from me, one that would give you everything that you ever wanted. You decided to call upon your so called 'Jedi instincts,' and now everyone you know and love must die. You will look back at this day as the day you made the worst decision of your life." Tiberian took a step forward, extending the hand that had held the tea cup towards the Jedi. It was open with the palm up, tilted to form a gesture offering a hand shake. "Ayin, listen to me. You are clinging to a dying philosophy. It plagues your perception, ravages your reasoning. But listen to me ramble on... There are no more words to be said between us. I believe we are both eager to face one another. Nothing personal, Ayin, but let's just say you picked the wrong saber color."

The tables shook, and then the ground itself; the room's wooden ceiling creaked and groaned, and dust fell through the hole in it that allowed Ayin and Tiberian to see the upper floor of the archives. Then, all at once, objects leaning on the upper floor banister tilted over and fell through the gap. Ayin looked up; corpses of the Jedi who had remained to protect the temple now rained down upon him in a perpetual torrent.

[Ayin Tsade]

The bodies fell like artillery bombardment shells, dropping faster than gravity alone could without the help of the Sith Warlord's coaxing. At such velocity, an impact with one of the projectile corpses could kill a person, even Ayin. Yet he did not move from where he stood. Ayin could see his foe's grin growing wider as his moment of destruction drew near. That was when he shut his eyes, but only for a moment.

In that split-second, Ayin conjured a powerful amount of Force from his surroundings. The very air around him began to move, whipping into a powerful gale. The sound of Ayin's clothes moving from the air current grew louder, until it sounded like whips, and Ayin felt his hair part in every direction from the powerful gust.

Shattered fragments of the table rose into the air, as did the powdery remains of the tea cup. These objects swirled around the room in a great vortex, hurtling through the air in wide circles as a result of centrifugal force. After several cycles, the rubble Ayin had swept up into his tornado flew almost too fast to see; Ayin could barely trace the blocks of marble with his eyes, for they appeared only to be lines slicing through the air. When the bodies fell far enough, they were sucked into the air current, lifeless limbs flailing about in the perpetually cyclical free fall.

Ayin put even more power into his maelstrom, and the objects the wind carried crashed into the wall. The marble chunks split into dagger-like fragments, and the bodies crumpled from the impact; heads burst open and sprayed the wall with cerebral fluids, arms snapped off, knees bent backwards, some bodies even broke through the wall behind Ayin. Then the wind slowed, dying down until it became nothing more than a gentle whisper stroking Ayin's cheek.

The Sith Lord did not hurtle through the air. Instead, he remained secured to the floor, just as Ayin was. He truly is powerful with the Force, Ayin thought. He had expected his powerful foe to be capable of resisting his hurricane winds, but watching him not budge at all when pressed with over one hundred mile an hour winds...

Tiberian chuckled. "Quite clever of you, Tsade. I'd heard you had developed some original Force moves, and I'm quite impressed with your little air show. However, it will take more than that to stop a Lord of the Sith."

Ayin smirked. "That wasn't an offensive attack; I'm saving those for later. I tend to test my opponent's abilities before going all-out. Now I've seen just how potent your powers are."

[Ayin Tsade]

"Oh, so you've judged me already, have you? Jedi arrogance comes at a price, Ayin." Tiberian stretched out his hand to the side. Using the currents of the Force, he levitated many of the bookshelves Ayin had toppled with his wind; some were mostly intact, others split into hundreds of sharp fragments. Ayin took a ready stance, leaning forward and bringing his hands out of his pockets, one arm mostly limp by his side, the other bent at the elbow with the hand towards his foe.

Tiberian met his gaze with a smile, and snapped his fingers with his lax hand. The floating rubble burst into a brilliant display of flame and heat. Tiberian thrust forth a flurry of bookcases and shrapnel towards Ayin; the projectiles careened through the air from a dead stop to speeds almost equaling the debris from Ayin's storm at its apex.

There was no time to think of a response - Ayin acted on sheer instinct. He stepped towards the burning heap and kicked his feet out from under himself, causing him to fall flat to the floor in an instant. While cushioning his impact with the Force, Ayin put the rest of his power into the palm of his ready-stance hand. The projectiles deflected away from him, shattering into pieces as they struck the floor or wall, each object landing as close as two feet away from Ayin's prostrate form.

Even while barrage of bookcases struck the wall, Ayin was already back on his feet. He twisted his body and extended his arms, until his hands planted on the floor, and launched forward from his handstand. His feet touched down, and Ayin dashed towards the Sith Lord. When Ayin was nearly within striking distance of his target, the Sith tilted his hand and protruded his index finger; at that moment, all the shards and rubble plastered across the wall and floor behind Ayin lurched to life, flying at his back. Ayin did not look back to see the attack coming. Rather, he came to an immediate stop and launched himself to the right. But Tiberian did not merely control the shrapnel while standing still; by the time Ayin was out of the way of the projectiles, Tiberian suddenly took an aggressive posture and charged forward. He swung at Ayin's head, connecting with it. Ayin's facial skin distorted upon impact, scrunching inwards toward his nose while face met fist, and then glided in pain through the air.

Using the Force, Ayin regained control of his trajectory, and dropped to the ground fast. As he landed, Ayin brought his hand to his side and clenched to the metallic cylinder he kept on his belt. With the press of a button, a glowing rod of sapphire emitted from the hilt. Ayin angled the weapon towards Tiberian, coiled his body in a low crouch, and rocketed back towards Tiberian. When he came in range, Ayin struck.

And missed. Tiberian had jumped back just as Ayin swung. Ayin rushed forward and leapt again, angling his body perfectly horizontally, feet forward; before his foe had opportunity to land, Ayin planted a double kick to Tiberian's forehead. The Sith Lord flew back, meeting sharply with the wall. Ayin landed on the wall and thrust his lightsaber down- or sideways - where Tiberian's head was.

The brilliant blue light flashed with traces of molten red where it ate through the wall, spraying the floor with vibrant molten sparks. Yet, the wall was all Ayin's saber devoured. Emitting a tsk between his clenched teeth, Ayin kicked off the wall and landed back on the floor. Upon landing, he saw his opponent, standing calmly at the other end of the room. A pair of small bruises marked his brow; his hand emitted a burning flame.

"Your speed and aggression are formidable," Tiberian said. "I narrowly escaped that intact. But now, I'm afraid I must reveal to you just how much you underestimate me."

Ayin turned his head aside a moment. He spat the blood he had collected in his mouth from Tiberian's punch onto the floor, then wiped his lip clean with the back of his hand. Ayin hoped it wouldn't swell too much.

"You're not using a fraction of your power," Ayin said, smiling in spite of the pain in his lip. "It's obvious. Of course, neither am I. Suppose we're testing the water before plunging in, eh? Still, you're good. Nobody's landed a blow like that on me in years, even when I'm not trying - most of them just kiss the air." Ayin straighted his posture and held his saber with both hands, keeping the blade steady; he angled the beam horizontal to the ground, and positioned it only an inch from his face. It was an aggressive stance that also had surprisingly effective defensive potential.

"Well, then," Ayin said, "let me know when you're ready to really get serious."

[lordocelot]

Tiberian swept his forehead with the back of his hand, he knew that if he hesitated that he would have been skewered into the wall. There was no denying that this jedi master was not just talk. that he was capable of fighting Tiberian's new sith.

Tiberian nodded, a smile soon followed; "even the sith know that only the foolish run into battle heads lowered arms swinging. You always show your enemy as little as possible when comes to the force" he paused.

Tiberian began to move his arms in a circular motion, he seemed to be stretching and preparing himself for the next round, he had yet to decide how much he wanted to show his foe.

A Bolt of silver lightning flashed between the Jedi Master and Sith Warlord, Tiberian wrapped his fingers around its hilt. His glare was on the Jedi master and the blue fury that he was wielding. Tiberian suspected that Ayin would be able to defeat him in a long duel with Sabers, and Ayin knew that when it came to the powers of the force, the sith warlord could not be denied his due.

Tiberian lazily rose his other hand, snapping his fingers, a blinding blaze of orange fire rose from his hands, lighting up the archives to see the devastating damage that the two had done so far and they were not even trying then. Silver crackles of lighting in one hand and a blaze of fire in the other, Tiberian was ready for the next bout and judging by Ayin's posture so was he.

“Lord Coale” cracked the soft voice of Sith Console Vala Baan interrupted the silence that had fallen upon the Jedi Master and Sith lord.

His glare still upon his counterpart, his brow slightly arched he cleared his throat, “yes commander” he said calmly, sounding as if she had interrupted him while he was sitting idly by, twiddling his thumbs. He did not sound out of breath, like one would think after he and Ayin’s brief altercation.

“My lord, you must forgive me, Coronet is stronger then we could have predicted. We have failed you, we have been unable to enter the city. We also have just been told that the republic is gathering another fleet and will soon be on their way to Corellia” reported a hesitant Vala.

You could see the anger flash in his eyes, the look of disappointment flickering upon his face, he sighed, “very well Commander Baan, I am on my way” he said calmly.

“Yes my lord… and I am sorry” said an apologetic Vala.

Hearing the click from her communicator, silence filled the room. The two masters of the force simply stared at one another, Silver and Blue fire lit the pathway in front of them, the silver fire soon was engulfed by darkness and Tiberian then flicking his fingers his flames disappeared.

“It seems that I am needed else where, and just when I was finding a rhythm, Well duty calls when you’re the lord of the Sith and you wish to conquer the entire galaxy. We will have to continue where we left off another time, hopefully the Jedi will not blame you for all of this” said Tiberian looking around but he was soon drowned out by a loud explosion as parts of the ceiling and the infrastructure of the Jedi temple came crashing down only to add to the damage that Tiberian and Ayin had just inflicted upon it.

Tiberian and Ayin looked up at the same time to see that Tiberian’s shuttle was hovering above them. Tiberian smiled, “that is my cue to leave, farewell Tsade” said Tiberian and at this Tiberian lept in the air and into his shuttle. Which left Coruscant and jumped into hyperspace heading for Corellia

Tiberian goes to (Invasion of Corellia: Tiberian's arrival to Corellia)
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Ayin goes to "Ayin, Swil, Alcohol."
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