Swil and Tiberian

[Swil Kit Fisto]

Swil headed back for his hermit hut on hoth, stopping by on a few planets for some beverages. Anselm still smelled of bantha crap, so Swil had her securely locked within the cargo hold.

”You think she’ll be okay back there.” Hannibal asked.

“What? Who are you talking about?” Swil replied.

“Your apprentice, Anselm.”

“Umm…I don’t know, probably not. Now set a course for Hoth, we have partying to do.”

“Right away.” Hannibal said as he punched in the hyperspace coordinates and went into light speed.

They exited out of hyperspace over the icy planet of Hoth. Swil looked out the front of his ship with a deep sigh of relief. “It’s so good to be home, take us too the abandoned rebel base.” Swil directed him to a safe landing pad.

“Alright lets go Hannibal.”

“What about Anselm?”

“Umm…leave her in the cargo hold throw her some food I guess.”

“Shouldn’t we bring her along? I mean, she could cook and carry our crap for us.”

“Good point,” Swil walked over to the cargo hold, and opened it up. “Woman, follow me to the kitchen.”

The Devaronian was laying on the cold steel flooring, she looked up to Swil, with a sickened look. Apparently, Hannibal’s flying was a bit too much for her to handle. Suddenly the smell hit Swil again, but this time mixed with vomit.

“Come on I have to get my party on. And when you get cleaned up, get my ship cleaned up.”

“Yes master.” Anselm replied with a weak voice.

Swil led his team across the barren fields of ice, to his hut within a cave.

“Time for a little rest and relaxation.” Swil opened up his bottle of tarisian ale and started drinking it with Hannibal. “Anselm once you’ve finished getting that stench off of you, fix us something to eat.”

Anselm grabbed some meat and fried it up. Swil ate and drank, and he was happy. But suddenly even in his drunken state, he felt a disturbance in the force, on Hoth. There was a terrible power that had just landed, could this be the very power that Swil sought to defeat.

“Damn, I wish I wasn’t so plastered.” Swil said. He had to wait for the alcohol to subside before he went out to meet with the power that landed.

[lordocelot]

A dark figure trudged forward while being assailed by icy winds trying its best to deter the sith emperor who had landed on the frozen planet Hoth in search for a force user. Spotting a lit cave ahead of him, Tiberian marched forward quietly not wanting to trigger any alarm from the force user or his companions. As Tiberian drew near to the mouth of the cave he was hit suddenly with a disgusting, teary eye smell, that caused the sith lord to stop at once to cover his mouth and nose with his arm while he tried to search for this smell. There at the edge of the cave were stained robes in what Tiberian though was Bantha fodder, raising his other hand, Tiberian flicked his finger as the smelly clothes were engulfed by fire, as the fire devoured both the smell and the stained robes.

Tiberian took a deep breath taking in the smell of the fire and its smoke before entering the cave to see a human and a devarodian serving him both with their back turned. The smell of the finest liquors and ale that the galaxy had to offer came to greet the wandering sith lord. “I do not wish to spoil the party,” he said breaking the chattering that the human and devarodian were doing.

“You” said the human reaching for his gun but he missed it, it seemed that the alcohol consuming had damaged his peripheral vision. Tiberian with little effort, raised his hand as the gun flew to him landing at his feet.

“Where is he? The one who retook Bespin and sold it to the republic?” asked Tiberian.

The devarodian was about to open her mouth to speak but she was interrupted, “Shut up you! You do not speak you are but a woman what intelligent thing would you have to say to our guest” came a voice as a tiny Nautolan stumbled forward past both the human and the devarodian to get a better look at the intruder, his web fingers massaging his head, he was trying to call the force to relieve a killer headache he had gotten from binge drinking so many shots of Tarisian ale. “I am him, Swil Kit Fisto and these two serve me, Hannibal Ordo and Anselm” added Swil.

Tiberian smiled examining the tiny alien figure, even though this figure was dwarfed by the towering Tiberian. He was no fool, Tiberian could sense a strong connection to the force but it was difficult for Tiberian to sense the path that this alien had taken. “I see that you have spent the republic credits wisely, it looks as if you have hit every cantina from Corucsant to Tatooine to load up on so many goods” remarked Tiberian looking around the cave to see piles of every kind of liquor and ale, empty bottles littered the cave floor, while the smell of vomit still fresh in the air.

“I presume that you are him? The sith lord who attacked and destroyed the Jedi temple on Corucsant. Now what is your business here?” barked Swil however he was turned in the wrong direction and was talking to the cave wall.

“Ahem, I am over here,” said Tiberian.

“I knew that! You Sith always think you know everything! What do you take me for someone who cannot hold his own Tarisian ale? I was testing you!” snapped Swil Fisto but the more he yelled, the more his head began throbbing.

“Well I take you for an old hermit who should have stayed in his own hut and do the galaxy a favor and don’t open your mouth because we do not care what you have to say! And now to see you interfering with my plans that I cannot allow, even though you might be both senile and drunk, you must be dealt a lesson of life. When you are old, your life is no longer important and no one around you really cares what life was like when you were young” rebutted Tiberian with silver and crimson fire lighting up the cave.

“Hahaha! Humbling you sith never gets old! With your mindless babbling about killing the weak and the strong. Tell me what is your motto now? Hate your allies and kill your friends?” said Swil drawing his own silver blade.

[Swil Kit Fisto]

“Bah, you young kids are always looking for a fight. That’s the problem with you Sith; you never come with good news. It’s always, 'I’m here to kill you' this and 'destroy your planet' that. Why isn’t it ever, 'the pod race is on, I got the chips and beer?' You know, when I was a young man…”

Tiberian interjected, “I don’t want a history lesson you old hag. Get over yourself and prepare to fight!”

Swil called upon the force to grab his snow garbs, they were white as snow as they were made from wompa fur.

“What are you doing?” Tiberian asked, “Cold from drinking beer?”

“Yea, because we all know that we get cold from drinking beer,” Swil sarcastically remarked. “I’m fighting you outside, there’s no way in hell I’m tearing my hut up just to fight some idiotic Sith that’s pissed that I took his precious planet from his inferior allies.”

Tiberian turned his head away to look outside, “Well, there’s no way in hell I’m fighting you outside in that…” Tiberian was cut short.

Knowing that his opponent would object, Swil used a massive force push, taking Tiberian by surprise and knocking him out into the winter fury.

“Ugh, this headache is killing me.” Swil turned to his glorious stash of beverages, “Nothing a lil’ alcohol can’t fix.” He said as he downed a beer and took a few swigs of his precious tarisian ale. “Dang I’m running low on this stuff, I need to conquer another planet to get some more. Well I feel good now, and now I’m ready to fight.”

Swil made his way outside into the bitter chill of Hoth, checking out the surroundings; he saw Tiberian trudging out of the mound of snow that he was buried in.“

“Old man, you will pay for that with your head; it will look nice sitting on my desk. Just don’t forget to smile.”

Tiberian put out his hand, and launched a massive ball of fire at Swil. Seeing the ball flame put a tear in Swil eye, “Glorious fire…” is all that he could say. Realizing that the flames were nearing him, he dropped down just in time to avoid the attack; the flames passed by so closely that the fur on his coat singed.

“Uhh… maybe I shouldn’t have had all those drinks before coming out here. Wait, what am I saying?! I should be drinking now!”

Swil turned to his bondage slave. “Make yourself useful and fetch me a beer, woman!” Swil grabbed his beer in hand and started to drink it, when he realized again that he was in a confrontation with the leader of the Sith. “Oh, if you teach me that awesome fire move, I will let you have some Tarisian ale.”

“Umm, okay, its quite simple, really. It’s just like force lightning, just think fire, instead of lightning.”

“Awesome, woman fetch this man a cold one.”

"But master," Anselm complained, "this is your opponent who wants to kill you."

"Silence, wench!" Swil snapped, "don't bother me with your puny logic! I said get him a drink! Do it or I will offer him a pool of your cerebral fluid for your failure!"

Anselm, fearing for her life, scurried back inside retrieved a bottle of Swil’s grandest beer, and offered it to Tiberian, who gladly took it and drank it in a few large gulps.

“Ahh… that was very refreshing thank you, that just gave me tons of motivation to kill you and take the rest of your beer.”

“That’s it, you’re going down you foolish young one. Criticizing my old age is one thing, but when you talk about taking my beer then you have crossed the line.” Swil took out his sabers, glowing in a vivid silver and red.

“Prepare to be humbled, you old fiend.” Tiberian reached out his arms, Suddenly tremors ran through the ground and two large glacier size chunks of ice were ripped from the ground. It appeared Tiberian wanted to end this quickly, he threw them both at Swil.

Having no way to escape, Swil had to do something fast of it would be the end of his binge drinking days. Quickly returning his sabers to his cloak, he focused on both the chucks, and raising his hands toward them he clenched his fists and in a glorious force crush, the glaciers burst into powder. Tiberian gazed into the seemingly endless flow of snow falling, and saw those vibrant silver and red sabers.

As Swil emerged from the storm, he yelled out, “That was a pretty intense show of force power. Show me what else you got kid.”

[Edited for syntax and added a few lines - DP]
[Mmk, k thanks]

[lordocelot]

"Do not worry old man, i will show you true power" boasted Tiberian with a confident grin angling his silver saber towards the nautolan.

Swil though did not look to scared, he was ready for the sith to stop talking and wanted to start fighting. 'He must really like to hear himself talk' thought Swil.

The winds around the sith lord and the aging jedi hermit howled around them, picking up the snow hurling it at the two bystanders and all around them, as it became harder to see with bursts of snow and ice. Tiberian called upon the warmness of the force to null the chill being felt in his fingers as he grasped his saber's hilt.

"Ugh cant we just finish this fight, so that I can go back inside and drink off this hangover. Well lets see how good he is now" remarked Swil to himself.

But then it hit the sith lord, a hiccup within the force, Tiberian lost sight of Swil's silver fires, he had vanished. "Damn" muttered Tiberian withdrawing his own saber and placing his freezing hands within his warm pockets.

"Where did tiny tentacles wander off to?" asked Tiberian prodding through the force trying to sense the hermit but it seemed that he was masking his presence through the force. "Clever little alien" commented Tiberian.

"This will make things interesting, ahaha. I am so clever" Swil said softly flattering himself, his head and the rest of his body was covered by his white fur coat keeping him warm from these artic Hoth winds as well as hard to see in Blizzards. Swil had masked his force presence, and watched idly by the "great" sith lord try to find him.

Tiberian was having no luck searching through the force in trying to find Swil, opening his eyes was even harder trying to find the tiny gray jedi. "Why is this so hard? The damn hermit was drunk, hopefully he just collapsed somewhere and is now buried in the snow, heh.

"Oh forget this! This sith could not find his way out of a cantina let alone this blizzard! Its time to end this" said Swil to himself as he was crouching behind the sith lord. The drops of snow now melted onto the sith fire that was held by Swil and without another word he leapt into the air towards Tiberian, his saber held high ready to strike.

Tiberian hearing the blaze of Swil's silver saber turned in time to see the leaping nautolan. Tiberian though did not draw his own saber he simply watched Swil leap towards him and at the last moment avoiding Swil's saber, Tiberian bent down as Swil flew over him. In which Tiberian launched one of his fists upwards connecting with Swil's face as Swil caught offguard by the punch lost his balance ans tumbled through the air before falling ontot he snow. "Thats for pushing me in this damn blizzard to begin with!" said Tiberian angrily looking down at Swil.

Swil got to his feet almost at once, his face sore from where Tiberian punched him, so with his face and now head in pain from drinking. Swil was looking for a quick end and decided not to hold back any longer with this sith lord.

[Swil Kit Fisto]

“Hmm… you’re not as drunk as I had thought, I guess I should kick it up a couple notches to get back to my party.” Swil quickly returned to his feet, checking his left cheek for a large imprint of Tiberian’s fist.

“Swil you of all people should know not to underestimate your opponent especially someone as strong as I am.”

“Even the most powerful Sith are humbled by the might of the storms on Hoth, many perish in these wastelands, I live in it! There is none in the galaxy that can best me in battle here.”

The wind started roaring like a pack of warring wompas, making Tiberian nearly lose his balance, what he could see of Swil was now gone he could barely see his hand in front of his face. It felt as if he was in the middle of a tornado make of snow and ice. Tiberian grew colder and colder, relying more on the force to keep himself warm. “Great I have to fight blind and deaf,” he whispered to himself, “now how the hell am I going to kill this drunken freak?”

Swil chuckled, he would be fighting in perfect conditions. He knew these storms like the back of his hand. Swil drew his silver blade, but held it backwards to mask the light back behind his arm.

Confident that he had the match within his webbed green hand, he lunged at the seemingly perfect opportunity to silence the perfect being that was Tiberian. He flew through the frostbitten air determined to kill this Sith. Unfortunately, his target was able to realize that Swil was coming straight for him and he went into a frontflip over the blade, dodging the attack with little time to spare.

Tiberian ignited his blood red blade, as Swil continued with a barrage of attacks. Swil was even faster in the bitter cold than they he was in any temperate climate. Tiberian’s hold was fading fast, he took a half second to focus some energy. He fired an attack of fire and lightning at Swil to which he deflected with his own quick blast of fire. “I like this new found power Tiberian, thanks.”

“I really shouldn’t have taught him that move.” He thought to himself. Once again he had lost sight of this little old hermit.

Knowing he was out of the Sith’s sight he gathered up his strength and threw a large glacier at Tiberian, although he expected him to toss it away with little to no effort, it would leave him open to another attack. He was right, Tiberian threw the chunk of ice off to the side, little did he know that Swil was right behind it. He landed a solid kick on the right side of the Lord’s face, knocking him back a couple of steps. Swil then used a focused force push at the Lord’s mid section strong enough to feel like a good punch.

[Gotta take the trash out, and tired goin to bed ive done something unlike some other people *cough* JASON *cough* although we’d all pretty much agree that that is a good thing]