The Enemy

As Morty strode the stony streets he came across several inns which were full of reservations already, he sighed and continued looking. Eventually he spotted a large sign in the window of an in which read "ROOMS OPEN!! ANY SPECIES ACCEPTED!!" And so Morty smiled softly and walked in. The inn keeper at the front desk was a half-orc male. He stood nearly 7 feet tall and had shoulders as broad as a house. Mort chuckled to himself as he saw the interesting fellow and casually made his way to the counter. "'ow many?" growled the half orc, with a thick accent. "One please." Morty replied, trying to hide his elven accent. "You sound a li'le funny for a human." said the half-orc. Morty frowned under his helmet and began explaining but the half orc cut him off with "Human quaters are 10 gold per room, you haf'a pump 'ur own water and make a fire on 'ur own if you want one." Morty nodded and smiled as he removed his helmet and spoke letting his full accent roam free. "I am no human good sire." he began, his voice drifted threw the air like a melody of silver notes and tones "You're kind sign spoke of accepting all, I am of the elves." In an instant the half-orc berated himself for being so rude. "I am sorry master elf, I did not realize my actions." he said, now trying to make his accent seem normal and formal. "No hard done fair inn keeper. Now, please re-tell what rooms you have available." The orc looked threw a large book and finally listed "We have a fine sweet in room for'y two. Ready made flame, running wa'er and all. Food comes as well." Morty smiled and handed the half-orc 10 gold coins. "No master elf, a room for you would not be 'alf that." Morty pushed the money closer to the half-orc across the counter and said "Please kind sir, it is a token of my thanks for your hospitality." Then the half-orc took the coins and handed a rough key to Morty, who then preceded to his new room to accommodate himself. He entered the sweet, it was a clean room with recently bleached walls and a finely carved fire place with wood, tinder, and some flint and steel to start a fire. Morty stood at his window with his helmet on again and adored the passers-by as they got interested in the knight watching over them.

OK the deal is-the tournament hasn't exactly started yet, so those who still want to join can, but only until someone notes the tournament starting in the square, no one is accepted after it starts. You can still sign up, but as an observer or a coach or something not a contestant. But to repeat myself, anyone can sign up as a contestant, until the tournament actually starts, so read the posts in the square before making a character.

Two days still remained before the tournament. The streets of the mighty city Illiorn were full of bustling peasants, royal knights and salesmen of all kinds. The tournament drew thousands of spectators and since the sign up acceptants were secret, anyone on the street could be your most dangerous competition. For that everyone in the area tended to have an extremely kind and giving demeanour, as to not upset any future enemies. Morty was walking down the streets admiring any new faces and new weapons he saw for their beauty. He grinned though only he knew it, his armour covered his face entirely, as it was supposed to. He did his best to not speak to anyone for a few reasons, one was that he wanted to hide his elven accent, another was that he didn't want to make anyone suspicious of him or angry at him. Fortunately he fit in despite his full armour, many knights and guards were walking the streets of people, also completely armoured and armed. Nothing mischievous would happen in the next couple of days, for no one knew who to poison to get rid of combatants. Unless that is, someone was brilliantly skilled enough to get passed the heavily guarded front room of the castle adorning the center square, and sneak into the records room to see who were accepted. ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` OK the deal is-the tournament hasn't exactly started yet, so those who still want to join can, but only until someone notes the tournament starting in the square, no one is accepted after it starts. You can still sign up, but as an observer or a coach or something not a contestant. But to repeat myself, anyone can sign up as a contestant, until the tournament actually starts, so read the posts in the square before making a character.

[B]Name:[/B] Mortalivander (Morty) [B]Age:[/B] Several centuries, exact age unknown [B]Race:[/B] Elf [URL=http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/compmage_gallery/100487.jpg]PIC[/URL] Although he's usually fully armored in public to hide his elven blood line, so he ould look like this [URL=http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d200/wanghu/knight.jpg]ANOTHER PIC[/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] He caries three swords, two being his, one passed down threw his family and currently in his keeping. His first sword is the mighty [URL=http://www.weaponmasters.com/index.html?ID=7599e498aca05a00ccf04de1e1364053&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=PR_DN&ITEM=KR-4&TTAB=ADDITIONAL_IMAGES]Ludiendar[/URL] his second blade is a sword called [URL=http://www.weaponmasters.com/index.html?ID=7599e498aca05a00ccf04de1e1364053&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=PR_DN&ITEM=KR0012&TTAB=ADDITIONAL_IMAGES]Valermos[/URL] (he rarely keeps this one with him) and the blood line sword of his name is known only as [URL=http://www.weaponmasters.com/index.html?ID=7599e498aca05a00ccf04de1e1364053&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=&ITEM=UC-1239&TTAB=ADDITIONAL_IMAGES]the Sword of the Ancient's[/URL] (which he has on him always) [B]Magic talents:[/B] As all elves do, Morty has explicate prowess in many types of sorcery and wizardry. [B]Personality: [/B] Honorific to the core, Morty is a knight of the code. He respects all life and holds the utmost passion for peace and justice. He will strike up a conversation with whomever cares to speak to him and won't hesitate to argue with strangers on matters of his profession and dedication. [B]Bio: [/B]Morty has kept track of the Alabaster cup for much of his life, enjoying the new faces and interesting brands of people it always draws. He has participated in every one since he was originally knighted in one of the first holdings, and this time around will be no different. He not always tries his best, for fear of out-showing the humans and other lower species which attend. Instead he will simply toy around for fun and something to do, while trying to keep the tournament as clean as possible.

"Tournament, tournament!" hailed out the town crier, ringing a loud bell threw the streets. "Yes the time has come, the time that all wait for each decade! The Alabaster Cup has come again!" Ah yes the Alabaster Cup. The single most revered tournament in all existence, drawing all kinds of men women, hunters and fishers, and every species smart enough to think of showing up. "This tournament will be held at the Duke?s mansion estate!" the crier continued "The rules are as usual but I have fliers for those who forgot!" In every town for ten thousand miles the criers were calling the same news, the news of the tournament. The fliers passed out officially by all criers read as follows [SIZE=3][U]Alabaster Cup Returns![/U][/SIZE] [I] As all should know the time of the Alabaster up has once again come to pass, the tournament will run with usual rules. A brief summary of the event is below. Originally designed as a series of tests for would be Knights of the realm . The Alabaster cup has evolved into An event that draws hope full combatants from near and far . The contest consists of 7 events held over 3 days . A young noblewoman - typically on unmarried daughter of the noble Who hosts the event - sits before a low table with a dozen alabaster goblets : a goblet for each contestant . After each event , She drops 3 platinum coins in the winners Cup, 2 in the runner-up?s cup , and one in the third Place contestant?s cup . Then She takes half the coins out Of the last Place finishers cup . The 1st day begins With an archery contest . Then the contestants run an obstacle course . Finally ending with a single elimination wrestling match . On the second day , the contestants have a single elimination jousting tournament in the morning . At noon , they are sent out into of nearby forest with orders to bring back an elusive albino boar for the evenings banquet . After the banquet is the strangest event of all - the noblewoman says to each contestant in turn ? impress me? she awards coins at her sole discretion . At noon on the final day , the contestants gather for the final event : a single elimination duelling competition the combatants may not use any magical weapons and they can only cast spells before, the actual battle . Also ranged weapons are prohibited . The fights last exactly 3 Minutes. And are fully lethal . The combatants do lose however if they are knocked un conscious or simply have more damage than their opponents . After another banquet the noblewoman counts the coins in each alabaster goblet then declares a winner! The winner gets to keep his cup and his coins. He also gets the right to be called ?champion of the alabaster cup? and a metal, people recognize champions as VIP?s in society and treat them as royalty. The Cup tournament will begin in exactly 7 days from now, the 12 combatants will be chosen from those who show up by the hosting nobleman.[/I] Although the event was mainly to define honour, many improper happenings have occurred in the past tournaments, things such as murders between matches, sabotage, and dark magic of every kind imaginable. Thos who ever are proving their might, enhancing their minds, and of course...risking their lives. [U]Sign ups[/U] [B]Name:[/B] (species appropriate) [B]Age:[/B] (species appropriate) [B]Race:[/B] (what species you are e.g. drawf, elf, human, orc, half breed, goblin, or anything else medievil style. If it's made up or not well known include a minor description. Also a pic or description of your charater, will go here) [B]Weapons:[/B] (needed equipment for the cup like bows and lances will be provided, these are what ever else you have before you arrived.) [B]Magic talents:[/B] (these range from elemental control, transmutation, necromancy, conjuration and many more. They also don't have to be tremendously strong, it could be a small trick or practical skill picked up somewhere.) [B]Personality:[/B] (duh) [B]Bio:[/B] (How you heard of the tournament, and why you think you can win.) Thnx to all who join, I hope we have a great time.

After the engines were repaired enough to use the hyper-drive, Morbus commanded they continue their path to Randon. The ship vanished into hyperspace and fled across the galaxy. Finally emerging from hyper-speed the ship appeared in the atmosphere of the trade planet Randon. They orbited the large planet for a few hours while repairing their landing gear. When fixed the ship landed on a large platform. Morbus exited the ship accompanied by Dythos. They walked into an enormous ship compound and talked to the toydarian owner for a while before making a purchase. The ship they bought was a Lucrehulk-class battleship fully fitted. The only draw back was that they had to go get it from orbit themselves. Dythos and Morbus then returned to they're old ship and waited in their respective quarters. While Morbus was looking over some stats from the battle, a droid walked in. "Sorry to disturb you lord Morbus, but there are some things you need to take a look at." said the droid. Morbus frowned and walked after the droid as it led him to the maintenance room. "As you can see there has been some tampering." it said, morbus looked over the battle droids shredded all over the floor. Then Dythos walked up joined by another droid. Dythos asked Morbus "What could have happened? Did the jedi really leave before?? Or was he in hiding??" Morbus thought for a moment then asked for the holocam records to be brought up. The records showed the entire battle, including Illudin stealing files from the ships mainframe. "Lord, what are we going to do about this?" asked Dythos. Morbus answered "The lay out is useless we'll be in a completely new ship soon enough, as for the files... They were past records, not effecting what we will do in the future." Dythos nodded and they went back to waiting. The security had been boosted vastly, the remaining ten droideka units were posted in the docking bay, and twice as many b1 and b2 battle droids patrolled the halls.

Morbus adjusted his mouth mask to become a breather mask and walked out onto the shell of his ship. [I]"I will personally take care of this non-sense." [/I] He thought to himself. He turned to the forgotten cloud of buzzers and reached to them with both hands. Using the force throw ability and his strength in the force, Morbus took hold of near a thousand buzz droids. He moved his hands fluidly heeping them in fists and keeping them together, as he moved the buzz droids like a swarm of bees. He swept over more than half the ships, leaving several droids on each leaving them to destroy the ships. He continued, moving in a circle, to cover the whole fleet. He kept reaching to the cloud to add to his swarm whenever it seemed to be getting smaller, soon the buzzers were all over the republic ships. Dythos had gone and put in a breather suit to go out and join his master. He also reached out but not to the droids but rather the larger ships, focussing on their pilots and gunners. "Fight your own. Kill your own." he spoke aloud, In some cases the ships would later explode, from sabotaging of the onboard crew, other ships would begin firing on the other republic ships. After all was said and done only a few fighters remained un-destroyed. Both Morbus and Dythos were exhausted from the battle and went inside again to rest, leaving the few remaining tri-fighters and vultures to take care of the rest.

Morbus was walking down a corridor when the ship shook slightly and red lights began flashing. He used force travel to the bridge and a droid called out "Under fire, surprise assault. Taking defensive action." Morbus looked up to the view screen and saw a fleet of various ships attacking. Suddenly Dythos ran into the room. Morbus calmly said "Release the fighters, all of them." A droid nodded and pressed a combination of buttons. Seconds later a large slot in the ship opened and 120 vulture droid star fighters, as well as 120 droid tri-fighters, flew out like a swarm of insects. Morbus then said "Engage wasp-wall assault." This time a different droid nodded and pressed a combination of buttons in his own personal panel. Outside, the droids stopped and lined themselves up into a large grid. Then once all were in place and all were facing the oncoming fleet, they fired. The droids didn't fire normal missiles or lasers however, they fired off every discord missile on board. Each vulture firing 4 and each tri-fighter firing 6. The total onslaught was 1,200 discord missiles, in a rough general grid pattern covering the entire fleet. At first the leaders of the fleet simply thought they were done for and the pilots in the back thanked god for their placement in the group. The true horror came at the activation of the discord's. Each missile broke into pieces just before the fleet hit them. Revealing approximately 5 buzz droids that ere in each. Now the fleet faced a hovering mine field of over 6,000 tiny chattering buzz droids. Above that, Morbus personally had his buzz droids programmed to not only disable but also destroy the ships they were attached to, turning the ship into a piloted bomb. Morbus also had the droids installed with an anti-electrical stasis generator, protecting the weak points on the buzzers from electrical pikes and shocks. Behind the dark impassable space of buzz droids, the vultures and tri-fighters still waited in silence. Preparing their missile launchers, laser cannons, energy torpedo launchers, and blaster cannons, ready to annihilate ant stray survivors with variable hell's worth of blasts and calculated shots. Meanwhile in the ship, Morbus was commanding gunner droids. "Raise the shields. Ready all quad turbo laser turrets, dual laser cannons, ion cannons, and point-defense ion cannons. Load the proton torpedo tubes. I don't want any of those pilots alive within the hour, let alone do I want any of them anywhere near my ship." As Morbus was speaking Rei entered the bridge guided by a droid. He looked at the view screen and blinked repeatedly, not believing what he saw. Then he spotted Illudin's starfighter and thought [I]"Holy hell Illudin look what you've jumped into!"[/I] Numerous droids ran back and force prepping the ship for attack should the attacking force somehow make it passed the droid barrier.

A large gash had formed across Rei's chest "A dark side power, the spear of midnight black, interesting power." Rei clenched his chest and struggled not to call out in pain. Dythos was about to strike, when Morbus screamed "Stop!" Dythos had already began his swing but at the instant he was told to Dythos stopped his saber on a dime. Rei slowly regained his full senses and mind and began healing the bloody wound on his chest. After a short time it was completely back to normal. Morbus said "Very good, I will let my apprentice Darth Dythos take you on as a dark acolyte." Dythos nodded. "I didn't win." said Rei in a confused tone. "Well that's no matter, I didn't expect you to." Rei was even more confused. "What?!" he exclaimed. Morbus explained "What would be the point of threatening to kill you myself if I couldn't do it? I can beat you in a duel simple enough." Rei looked over Dythos and then asked "well what about him, just cuz you're good doesn't mean I'd lose against your apprentice. Morbus let out a small laugh from under his mouth guard "Well you see, my dear Dythos here, can defeat even me with a lightsaber. You were no match." Rei protested "But I almost won!" Morbus chuckled again "Yes you [B]almost[/B] won, but now Dythos knows of you little trick and will not be overcome by it again." "Do not feel bad." Mobus continued "Dythos is the closest being alive to being called unbeatable. Losing to him is no fault of your own." Rei smirked "Unbeatable eh? Well from what I heard my friend with the wings defeated him easy enough." Dythos frowned, and Morbus spoke "the alleged winner of that duel caught Dythos off-guard, Dythos saw that the jedi wasn't fighting back and he relaxed the moment he got the chance your friend simply pushed Dythos away using the force then ran away himself." Rei nodded unpleased and reluctantly asked "So I'm a dark acolyte of you then?" Dythos nodded and said "We are heading to planet Randon now, to get a bigger ship and more droids to attack Kashyyyk once more." Rei's eyes went wide "A bigger ship?!" Dythos replied "Yes this ship is good for a small force but out droids were in fact destroyed and we clearly need more to conquer Kashyyyk. Your first duty as my acolyte will be to accompany me to get the new droids." Rei nodded and a B1- battle droid showed him to his new quarters.

"This is the one I wanted you to go after." said Morbus, his saber emitter against Rei's head. Then he took it away and said "Stand." Rei did. Morbus then said "Draw your saber." Rei took his hilt into his palm as Dythos stood. Morbus turned to face them both and said "You have a knack for drawing yourself into hard decisions don't you?" Rei asked "What if I do??" Morbus smiled Then said "If you do, then once again have you two choices." Rei cut him off and asked "Do we really hafta go threw this again??" Morbus frowned "Die before me now or join me." he said with utter fury in his voice. Rei thought it over and decided to be a spy on the inside for a while "I will fight for you." he said finally. Then Morbus spoke again "I will not take you on so easily. First you must spar with my friend here, then I will judge you." In under half an hour they had walked to a large fighting arena, specifically designed for Dythos and Morbus to spar and train in. Morbus nodded to Dythos and he walked over to one side of a large platform. Then Morbus turned to Rei "well will you fight or will I execute you?" Rei then walked to the opposite side of Dythos and ignited his saber. Dythos then ignited his grisly looking black blade. Rei made the first move leaping forword and slashing down on Dythos. Dythos effortlessly lifted his saber with a casual air and blocked the attack. Rei then spun and slashed horizontally followed by a quick diagonal slash from his bottom left, up right. Dythos blocked them both with ease and slashed himself, the attack was a quick and small strike he twisted his wrist and spun the saber to Rei's hip. Rei jumped to the side and dodged. Dythos then clashed his saber with Rei's they both pushed hard and Rei heard Morbus calling in the background "Use your anger. Fight with your hatred." Rei forced himself to calm down as Dythos screamed in anger as he pushed Rei back several feet, using the force to power his strength. Rei fell back and looked up to see Dythos swinging his saber with both hands in a string horizontal cut to his neck. Rei pulled his saber up in front of him and the blades locked again. "You cannot defeat me." even though both duellists were pushing with all their might, Dythos spoke in a comfortable relaxed tone.

Dythos climbed to his feet. He looked at the path from which Illudin had just vanished and walked over to where his saber had dropped. He picked it up and latched it back to his waist before heading back to his ship. After a few steps he paused and focussed his powers, he attempted to use a power his master had taught to him. The amazing force travel. He finally maintained the focus needed and vanished. He ,seconds later, reappeared before his master's ship and fell to his knees. The force travel was a greatly helpful move, but Dythos was had little experience in using none completely practical force moves. After he regained his breath, he boarded the ship. He walked to his master's quarters and entered, "What happened?" asked Morbus angrily. "I-I was defeated. By the winged jedi you sent be after. "Winged? The jedi I fought had no wings." Then Morbus remembered briefly seeing the other jedi while his droideka's fired at them and the second NK was defeated. "That jedi defeated you hm?" Dythos hesitated and then answered "Y-yes, he caught me with a force attack." Morbus nodded thoughtfully "Very-well. You may go." Dythos was shocked, he expected a harsh punishment but got nothing. He quickly nodded and left. Morbus thought deeply about what his apprentice had told him. Then Morbus retuend to the main bridge and walked to the lead droid murine. "Head back to planet Randon, we need a new ship and droid reinforcements." The droid nodded and replied "Roger, Roger." As they took off a droid navigator spotted Darth Kunzar's ship. "Enemy ship." is said. Morbus walked over to the navigator and looked at the screen it was. "Fire all missiles, let him live with the wookiees and jedi." The droid nodded and spoke again "Fire, fire all missiles." another droid then said "Firing missiles, stand by." Soon after a section of the ship opened and revealed several rows of mini-missiles. The missiles shot off in unison and scattered, after a few moments they all congregated in Kunzar's ship and it's engines exploded along with half the main hull. Morbus grinned then commanded "Continue path to Randon." and the ship sped away.

Dythos continued his rapid slashes and attacks, with no sign of losing speed power or energy. Illudin quickly realized that the sith lord would not be so easily taken advantage of "Aren't you growing tired?" Asked Illudin to the sith. Dythos answered "I'm am a user of the dark side you pitiful imbecile I have more power than you can ever imagine." He dashed towards the jedi with even more speed. Illudin barely ducked one of Dythos' attacks and rolled away, by the time he stood again Dythos had already kicked off a tree and launched himself at the jedi yet again. Illudin could feel his arms straining, each blow seemed to be harder and more forceful then the last. "How are you getting stronger? Another dirty trick of the sith??" asked Illudin. Dythos replied "The more I fail to kill you the angrier I become, with the mighty style of forms 5 [I]and[/I] 7 behind my blade, I can use that anger to use more power with each strike!" While Dythos was growing stronger and getting more powerful, Illudin had to use more energy to focus his mind away from the anger and frustration that gave Dythos all his energy. "You will lose jedi!" said Dythos as his blade soared over Illudin's saber. "You have skills, but you are fighting for the wrong side. If you joined me and my master, Morbus, we could teach you to use the fierce anger built up inside of you." he continued. Each word he spoke seemed into Illudin's mind,, pushing him to make the choice, he knew they were evil and cruel. But still a part of him wanted to be just as they were.

Morbus walked away from Rei and Kunzar, leaving them to fight. He called up to his ship using telepathy granted by the force and told his apprentice to land it. Once on the ground the battle ship's door dropped open. Morbus entered the large ship and continued to the main bridge, where his apprentice was waiting. Morbus told his apprentice "Go to the forest, look for the jedi and the sith, kill them both. I have no need nor patience for interruptions in my plans right now. His apprentice nodded and left the bridge then the ship. He walked threw the forest looking for any sign of battle and found a jedi accompanied by wookiees fighting off some droids that were not of his master. He deducted the droids were from the other sith, who had since fled, and the jedi was the one to be killed. As the jedi finished the last magna-guard, Darth Dythos flashed out of the bushes, saber drawn and ignited to reveal it's ghastly black blade. The jedi sensed the threat and turned in time to see the two wookiees between him and Dythos be cut down. He drew his saber into a defensive stance common to form 3 and tried to guard against the sith's onslaught. Darth Dythos jumped and leapt quickly barely touching the ground for more than half a second at a time. Dythos grim finesse was unbearable. Each slash was closer and more calculated than the last. Getting nearer to a lethal swipe than Illudin would ever like.

There are still people sto sign up who I know are gunna be jedi so here's my second character to even it out before it gets uneven. [B]Name:[/B] Jarkkel/Darth Dythos [B]Age: [/B] 20 [B]Type of lightsaber:[/B] A rare black short saber with a complex design fitted with several crystals. One corusca gem, one adegan-pontite crystal, one rubat crystal, and a personaly obtained krayt dragon pearl.. [B]Appearence: [/B] [URL=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/b/b0/DarthNihl.jpg]Jarkkel[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] He is a cold and vicious man, doing anything for his master with no thought or question. He hates all, and follows the way of sith as accuratly as possible. He is a cruelly powerfull swordsman and will not give a secoind thought killing any who he disfavours in the smallest way. [B]Bio:[/B] Jarkkel was taken onto the dark side early on in his life. He loved the idea of different cryastals and forms in lightsaber combat and saught to be the strongest duelest ever. He specificly designed his saber to fit several crystals, recieving all of their effects and giving him an edge in battle. He was never very good at using the force, his best points were learniong the force attibutes in the form 4 style of fighting, and using one or two force moves very well. These moves were; the mind trick, which Jarkkel was known to use successfully on jedi masters; and the spear of midnight black, with which Jarkkel has cut down dozens of souldiers with little effort. When he was training one day his master Darth Morbus, walked up to him and declared his new name to be: Darth Dythos. He follows his master everywhere and does everything he is told to. He dispises those who oppose his master or him and won't hesitate to kill any and all of them. He has mastered the lightsaber forms 6 (from his master), 7, 5, and partially 4. Since his main form is Form V: Djem So "Way of the Krayt Dragon" or "Perseverance Form" he has made sure to get a krayt dragon pearl for his precious saber.

"You've made a lethal mistake, Jedi," Said Morbus as he closed his sabers to Rei's neck "you now have two options, jedi." Rei thought about the situation deeply and carefully then finally asked "What would those be?" Morbus grinned under his mouth guard and replied "You can die. That is your first choice, you can die here in a futile attempt to defeat your vastly superior opponent." Rei winced at the cruel tone in the sith's voice "What about the second choice?" he asked controlling his anger very well, as all jedi do. Morbus answered calmly "Ah yes, the second. The second and final choice is to do me a favour ,nothing out of your way to be sure, but it would benefit both of us and i have more pressing matters to attend to." Rei let a little anger out but still kept it in check, the whole situation infuriating. Being at the mercy of a sith, better off stabbing yourself then going threw the trouble and time for him to do it. "What is the favour?" Morbus sensed Rei's anger and grinned once more. "There is another sith on this planet, one very close, he has also brought droids with the specific intention of killing your precious wookiee friends." "And you want me to do what exactly??" asked Rei, getting impatient. "I want you to kill him, a simple task. And above all you're here to kill sith and get rid of our invasion yes?" Morbus' raspy one was like listening to nails on a chalk board. "Why should I?" asked Rei. Morbus replied "Because, if you don't then the other choice is the only left. Besides, you kill him: you're happy because you killed a sith, mission accomplished. I'm happy because I have less enemies behind my own borders. The wookiees are happy because you saved their planet. Everybody wins. Well, except the sith in that tree over there, he dies." Kunzar was shocked, this other sith was incredible. "What is your choice?" asked Morbus, his sabers mere inches away from the jedi's neck. "While you think I'll prove I'm not tricking you." He then made a gesture to Kunzar's tree, the droideka still remaining fired a volly of blasts into the tree, obliterating it and forcing Kunzar to fall and reflect bolts at the same time. Morbus made another gesture and the droid stopped. "So nice of you to join us, I predicted another sith would arrive, but I expected a trusted ally, if there is such a thing, or perhaps an obedient learner, not some rif-raf who thinks he can defeat each jedi on his own." Kunzar's rage built, he leapt to Morbus in an attacking frenzy. Morbus stepped to the side letting Rei up as well. Kunzar struck at Morbus' head to decapitate him quickly. But all his saber found was the rivalling blade of Morbus right arm. Rei also lunged at Morbus, figuring he was the stronger threat. Morbus left saber caught Rei's before it built enough momentum to be called a slash and diverted it to Kunzar's blade. Then Morbus turned both sabers off and latched them to his belt. Followed quickly by a thrust of both arms to his attackers. Both men flew hard and fast into trees. Each of the attackers now gasping for breath and trying to move their arms to retaliate in any way possible. Morbus spoke "Now jedi, this enemy of ours is clearly not too big of a threat, but alas you both are still wasting my precious time! So I ask you again. I can kill you both now but I really MUST be getting on my way. Will you give me a hand and hold this pathetic excuse for a dark side user at bay for me? Kill him if you like I have absolutely no care, I just wish for him not to stall me or try somehow to overthrow me. Now Jedi! CHOOSE!"

Yuri was counting the money from the till that day. He was just about to close up shop when a man walked in the doorway, causing the little silver bell above it to ring. Yuri looked over and saw a middle aged man stumbling around like he was drunk. He simply shook his head and said "Alka-Seltzer?s are in the back." The man lurched towards the back of the shop where Yuri?s employee Erika was sweeping. Yuri called back "Hey Erika can you help that guy find something to help him sober up?" Erika answered from behind a shelf "Sure thing Mr. Orlov" After a few minutes Yuri got a strange feeling, he knew something was wrong, Erika knew what to look foe she'd been working there for a while, and the drunk shouldn't take that long o find his way back to the counter. Yuri walked around the shelves and into the aisle Erika was in. What he saw almost made him throw up. Erika was simply walking to the Alka-Seltzer but the man behind her was deathly wounded. Now that his chest was revealed Yuri saw several rips in his shirt covered in blood, a thick stream of it ran from the injuries down the mans jeans, leaving a trail in the floor. Yuri's eyes went wide as the man lunged at Erika, he simply yelled "Get down!" Erika dropped to the floor and put her hands over her head. Yuri grabbed a low grade baseball-bat from a near-by rack and slowly approached the man. The man himself was still slowly walking forward. "Hey buddy how about you just leave, I'll call an ambulance for those cuts you got there." said Yuri The man didn't change paths, he was now only a foot or so from Erika.Yuri yelled this time "Sir! You must leave! Do not try to attack the girl again or I will stop you." The man tried to hunch over Erika to pin her down. Yuri dashed to him and hit him in the shoulder with the bat. Erika screamed and Yuri ordered "Erika go get the pistol from under the counter" upon seeing the man barely take effect from the hit. The bell over the door rang again. Yuri didn't look back, not until he heard Erika's blood turning scream. Then he ran as fast as he could back to the front door, there standing before him, was another man. This one barely 18, he held Erika's lifeless body in his arms. Yuri noticed the boys nails were digging into her arms, making a drop of blood from each fall to the floor every few seconds rhythmically. He saw a large piece of flesh had been ripped from her throat, making a river of blood poor from the veins, down her back. This was the most blood Yuri had ever seen, including in surgery shows on TV. He almost threw up again but caught it in his throat, leaving it to burn and sting. He jumped the counter and coughed up another close call puking, when he heard Erika's body drop against the floor. Quickly he grabbed the pistol on a shelf under the counter and grabbed the clip in a drawer next to the register. He loaded the gun as fast as possible with his trembling hands and tear soaked eyes. Not too long after both the man and teen were walking around the counter. Yuri popped to his heels and screamed "Take this you fucking bastards!!!" Firing 7 shots into the mans head and then 7 into the boy's. Yuri kept pulling the trigger pointing at the two fallen bodies but the gun only made a slight clicking noise. He dropped it, and walked over to Erika. Her well formed body sitting in a relative lake of red. Tears flowed from Yuri?s eyes as he was forced out the back door by another three stumbling people coming threw the front. He ran to his car and jumped in smashing the door shut. Then he sped to his house knowing he had more weaponry there, in the old country Yuri was a pro sports hunter, and always liked having a firearm or two around his house to remind him of his old home.

Morbus observed the battle between one of his dear NK droids and the Jedi. The NK calculated every attack and swung with no hesitation, so far he Jedi was simply guarding and trying to figure out how to defeat a saber-staff. Then it occurred to him, an story he heard about a Jedi master named Obi-wan. In the story; the Jedi master was still only a knight. He was faced against a zabrak sith assassin. The assassin used a double-bladed lightsaber just like the ones used by the attacking droid. In the story Obi-wan cut the sabers extended hilt, in two. Thus making the saber only single bladed, and if it was cut properly, both blades would be disabled. This was a manuver well trained by Rei, the sun djem. A technique used to disable or dislodge the opponants saber. Only Makashi (form 2) users were trained to avoid falling victim to this move. Upon remembering the story, Rei grinned. He quickly put the technique to action slipping threw the lack of defences around the handle to cut it in two. As expected the saber blade cut out, leaving a normal single bladed saber in it's wake. With the advantage gone and the droid designed to use a staff, Rei cut threw it with ease. The droid fell to the grassy ground in pieces. Rei was fully rejuvenated, these Grievous looking droids were nothing like the real him, they could be defeated. Before Rei could completely enjoy his victory, the second NK swung down. Rei fell to one knee and lifted his saber horizontally over his forehead, catching the blade. Then the NK pulled the blade away and fluidly swung with the opposite end. Rei jumped to his feet then jumped over the droid to dodge completely. The droid twisted and pulled the blade across diagonally to slash Rei's right shoulder. Rei blocked and cut towards the hilt, instead of the easy win as last time, however, the droid beeped out "Counter defence. Adjusting to avoid previous battle flaw." A grim expression crept over Rei's face as he thought [I]"These droids learn! This fight just got whole lot more interesting."[/I] The entire time Darth Morbus staring grimly at the fight scene. The fact that he had a mysterious man glaring at him while he fought the droids the man commanded, made Rei extremely uneasy. Rei just knew the man had to be important, a high diplomat from another planet perhaps. And those other droids, Rei had seen droidekas before. They were not droidekas, they merely resembled them slightly, he knew it would be easier to go to hell and back then to guard against the blasters on those shielded droids.

It begins...well I know there are more people to sign up, and the sign ups are [U]not [/U] closed, people can still join, I'm just very anxious so I want this thing started asap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darth Morbus landed his transport cruiser on the soft grounds of Kashyyyk in the empty F-sector. He planned to make his way across the jungle packed main land, towards the beach defence set up to block the brunt of the C.I.S. invasion. He and his squad of droids would flank the wookiees from behind. Morbus calmly walked out of the carrier, escorting him were 4 personal guards, consisting of 2 [URL=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/f/fe/Necrosis1.jpg]NK-Necrosis battle droids[/URL] , and two [URL=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/3/37/DroidekaMK2.JPG]droideka mark II battle droids[/URL]. These were his hand chosen battle droid bodyguards, if the situation should arise that he didn't want to fight any attackers. The droids were well capable of at the least: stalling the most skilled Jedi master for a few minutes. Following them was a group of 10 [URL=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/d/df/Battledroidliveactioninsider.jpg]B1 battle droids[/URL], and 10 [URL=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/d/db/B-2superbattledroid_1.jpg]B2 super battle droids[/URL]. This was the squad to be used in flanking the wookiee base. As morbus walked threw the overgrowth of the forest planet, his NK's slashing down any bush or branch in the way. He then sensed a disturbance in the force. Morbus' powers were great and quite spectacular to those not in tune with the force. He did not speak simply he gestured towards his left. One of the NK's turned and stared into the ferns and huge leaves. Eventually the droid babbled out "Jedi. wookiees." in it's computerized robotic voice. Morbus stopped moving entirely for at least ten minutes, his droids patiently waiting on his next command. Finally he began walking again, only this time, towards the newly discovered Jedi threat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each time I first mention a type of droid, there's a clicky for a pic, just so everyone knows what I'm talking about.

nice character, here's mine: [B]Name:[/B] Giran Urban-Flag/ Darth Morbus [B]Age:[/B] 33 [B]Type Of Lightsaber:[/B] Twin curved-hilt red lightsabers, he uses both in combat. They can also attach to one-another to create a saber-staff. [B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m301/JediSideShow/sith.jpg]Darth Morbus[/URL] [B]Personality: [/B] Morbus is evil in carnet. Killing both allies and enemies alike. He hates all who oppose him in even the slightest way, and won't hesitate to attack and kill those who do. [B]Bio:[/B] Growing up, his original name was Giran. He lived on a small planet near the outer rim. While there he and his parents were attacked by a legion of droids, seeking new lightsaber crystals. When they attacked, two assassin droids killed his parents. He was being swarmed by battle droids and super battle droids. He then discovered his abilities with the force. He screamed and three of the droids exploded. Then the other seven looked to one another and relayed their new information to their master, Darth Hexen. Giran fought off the rest of the droids with a blaster he found in the back room of his house, and sat by his slain parents crying. While he sobbed Darth Hexen arrived, he walked over to Giran slowly and offered him an apprenticeship. Giran agreed, he had been told Hexen tried to stop the droids but they were too strong, and Hexen could teach him how to save others so such a tragedy never happens again. Giran reluctantly agreed, thinking it was the right thing to do. Hexen taught him of the light saber and the force. Giran quickly grew extremely skilled in both. Unbeknownst to Giran Hexen was the dark sith overlord of all those who used the dark side of the force. Giran grew stronger and stronger, he trained in all types of lightsaber combat and decided to master forms 2 and 6, to give him an unpredictable and unique style of attack. Giran was given a new name my the dark lord. He was now to be known as Darth Morbus. Hexen understood that he was getting weaker and knew he should make Morbus take his place. He told Morbus that he was the cause of the droids who originally killed his family. The expected happened. Morbus attacked his master with his lightsabers, Hexen retaliated, deciding if he should defeat his apprentice he was still strong enough to rule the sith. The battle was short, Morbus had grown far stronger than Hexen could ever have imagined. He quickly slashed, Hexen barely guarded the attack, but was too slow to fend of Morbus' second saber. He was swiftly decapitated. Morbus now stood alone with his thoughts. He grew angry at the world and took hold of his new kingdom. With the recent battles becoming more ferocious, the jedi leader has joined in to tilt the scale, and in thus the jedi have drawn out a power they could not have fathomed, Darth Morbus.

NOTE: there are a few key differences between this rp?s facts and the facts of the actual series, pay attention and you shouldn?t have any trouble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The clone wars had begun not to long ago, Count Dooku and his protégé General Grievous leader of the C.I.S. were leading numerous raids on republic planets in an attempt to capture and dominate the universe itself. Thousands of both jedi and sith had died in the war, but neither side seemed to be running out of men or resources. The jedi counsel has also been combating the efforts of the sith. Their goal to restore the galaxy to peace and order. Many battles were being waged on a daily basis, some planets were even kept in a constant state of fierce combat. The sith using their powerful force-sensitives to lead armies of droids, where as the jedi had to counter by sending jedi knights and masters in charge of clone battalions to keep the sides at a stand still. Recently, the leaders of both the jedi and the sith have been joining into battle themselves. The most powerful force users in the galaxy fighting each other to the death in an almighty war. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OK, so the deal is: there are more than just two sith and the jedi haven?t been wiped out yet. Basically the galaxy is a scene of utter chaos. The point of this rp is pretty much to have lots and lots of epic battle scenes between droids clones and lightsaber wielders of every shape and size. There are a few rules to keep things in as little check as possible with some sanity remaining intact here they are. [U][B]Rules:[/B] [/U] [U]1-[/U] All characters must be either jedi or sith. (if we have some who aren?t and some who are, the fights will be greatly unfair) [U]2-[/U] Only me and the co-maker of this rp are actually allowed to have personal troupes(Shrader050) [U]3- [/U] No killing off someone?s character without permission [U]4-[/U]The basis is lots of combat and fighting so try to avoid boring diplomatics as much as possible. [U]5-[/U]No picking on anyone, there should be no posts where one person is constantly made to lose or look dumb, if they make themselves look that way: well you can stay in character for them. [U]6- [/U] Try to make every fight last at least 3 or 4 posts, nothing?s more disappointing than to challenge someone to a fight and have them beat your character to a pulp without giving you a chance to fight back. OK that?s all here are the sign ups: Name: (pronounceable) Age: (19-60) Type of lightsaber: (this is where you tell us if it?s a curved hilt, double-bladed, or at least you say the colour of it.) Appearence: (pic or description please) Personality: (simple enough) Bio: (well this is simple too, but just some details about your early life, why you?re a jedi or sith, stuff like that) We'll post our character pretty soon.

Mark went for a swift kick to the ribs for Tray but he dodged. Then Mark tried hitting him in the jaw with a basic jab, another dodge. Mark got angry, extremely fast, the whole situation sort of dawned on him once more. First Tray stole from him, and not just stole, took one of his prized new axes. Secondly, Tray was purposely taunting him and almost trying to make him seem stupid. Third of all, Mark didn't exactly appreciate being made fun of while trying to impress Amelia. Mark then stopped and spoke "OK, we can use our powers, but in agreeing you know I will use my powers as well right?" Tray smiled and said "OK if you want to. I'm not being blamed if you get a cold though." Riiko giggled and Amelia could tell Mark was mad, so she simply donned a worried look. Mark then nodded and went to move, he was stopped by a thick patch of ice on his foot once more. "Fell for it again huh?" teased Tray "Not exactly." Mark set a shock wave loose from his heel. It was a small ring of lightning that went out about one foot and disappeared, the wave shattered the ice and Mark resumed attacking. Tray tried to freeze him again but between the high jump kicks and near instant sweeping low roundhouses, Mark was barely on the ground for more then a few seconds while not hitting Tray. Then Mark's speed rose about ten notches, lightning sparks resonating behind his every movement and his actual body was barely more than a blur. With the metal Amelia gave him using his speed boost was almost nothing in terms of draining his strength. Speaking of strength, Mark decided to use a new type of boost. Using the electricity in his veins to heighten the electric nervous system impulses of his brain, Mark's muscles became like bricks. His hits were like getting hit with a sledge hammer, but his speed remained second to none. Each his also had a resounding sting of electricity flowing into Tray and his muscles slightly seizing up. Mark stopped the spar short, he twisted and held his hand outstretched, the back of his palm crashed into Tray's jaw like a stone and sent him spiralling backwards to the ground. Before Tray could retain rational thought, Mark was standing over him with an axe drawn. The blade pressed hard against Tray's neck and he could feel the pin pricks of static jumping into his skin. Mark spoke softly but as serious as he ever could "You touch anything of mine again, especially these blades, and your blood will be drenched over them." Just then Riiko ran over and sat next to Tray to see if he was ok, and Amelia pulled Mark back to stop him from doing something he'd regret.

If I'm too late it's ok, if not...SWEET!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Alexander Johnson (Alex) Age: 25 Gender: Male Personality: He's surprisingly good minded. On the outside anyways. He seems to be a completely normal man, good natured, clear headed, and overall happy with like. He often talks to random slaves in an attempt to cheer them up, but he usually fails. On the inside ,however, he is a completely different person. He has hatred towards all, especially the doctors who experimented on him. He is a loner for the most part, but only because people avoid him as a result of his treatment oriented disfigurement. Appearance: The tests used him to lose his black hair and one of the first shots he got was in the neck, it has badly reacted with his skin and made a large scare on the left side of his face. He also has an overly dominant brow, and differently coloured eyes.[URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/40/ArkhamDMC.jpg]Alex [/URL] Hidden power: He has developed acute telekinesis, using manipulation of atmospheric pressure to move objects and create pressures i.e. a strong push, a cut, or a pull. Bio: Growing up his life was incredibly well suited. He was free and gambling for the majority of it. In thus gaining mass profit and social status. He was on route to a business meeting three weeks before his 20th birth day then one of the engines burnt out in the plane carrying him and several other passengers. The plane crashed into an open field and exploded, killing almost every passenger. Only Alex and 3 others survived. As the survivors pulled themselves from the twisted burning wreckage, a group of slavers happened to pass by. They were all imprisoned in the mine and tests were done on them. Alex responded quizzically to the tests, he got minor appearance change and seemingly no physical powers. He chose not to show them his telekinesis and they decided he was a failure and he was to be worked to death as soon as possible to get rid of evidence they could not succeed. Alex handled the work quite well however, whenever no guards were present he would use his mind to break the stone apart with a mere fraction of the energy it would normally take. Do to his well doing the guards have taken interest in beating him severely on there duties watching him. He knew if he used his powers to fight back he'd be tested on once again so he just took the beatings. Any plead to tell then who he really was ,was taken as insanity and fixed with more physical punishment. He currently seeks to return to his good life, and his dear wife.

Mark smiled and blushed then shook it off and began explaining "OK I found Chase an Ashara just as Adin left them, she says that there's a cave and strange earth quakes are centering around it allot. Adin thinks it could be Dom, resurrected like Ject was." She sighed and asked "So we have to stop relaxing and go hunt him down right?" Mark said embarrassed "Uhh I don't know, I didn't let Chase get that far...but probably." He rested the medallion around his neck and said "You know, I got you that kit for you, not so you could make me more stuff" he blushed. Amelia just smiled and blushed herself. "Well we should probably go get to the others" she said. As Amelia tried to walk away Mark grabbed her wrist., she turned to see why but was only answered by a kiss, he held it as long as he could hold his breath then pulled back slowly. Amelia kept her eyes closed even after he stopped and bit her bottom lip. Mark blushed incredibly but sputtered out "W-We should uhh...get going" Amelia opened her eyes and smiled "OK sparky." Then they set off to find the others, smiling at each other and holding hands.

Mark left Amelia to marvel at her new kit, she didn't even notice him walking away but he caught her attention with "I'll be back shortly, I'm gunna go see what everyone's up to!" She smiled and nodded before going back to the kit. Mark was very please with his purchase and her reaction to it. He walked the streets alone for a while before spotting anyone, the first he saw were Chase and Ashara. When he walked over a light had just vanished and he asked "What was that? Riiko nearby?" Chase smiled "Mark hello, no it was Adin we have some trouble." Mark brightened at the idea of fighting again. "OK what's the problem??" Chase looked at him with a grisly stare then said "Dom may be in a cave around here, causing havoc like Ject." Mark's eyes widened. "If anyone needs to know this it's Garrett, I'll go inform him personally." Chase could tell Mark still got some fun out of messing up Garrett's date, but he dismissed it and agreed so he could finish his own date with Ashara. "Very well, go warn him about it." he said. Mark then nodded and darted off. He ran by Amelia on his way after Garrett and yelled "Dom's in a cave somewhere, warning Garrett." as he ran by. Soon he found Garrett. Still walking with Oko. Mark jumped, using his powers for a boost then landed in front of them, startling the pair. "Whoa Mark!" exclaimed Oko in her surprise. "What are you doing here?" asked Garrett, obviously angered by the unwanted arrival. Mark was breathing deeply but still managed to say "No?the question is...why id Dom making earthquakes from a big cave?.." Garrett exploded "DOM?! He's alive too!?" Mark nodded, leaning on his knees as he caught his breath. Then he said "I'll leave you love doves to your fun now." and he began walking away. Garrett called after him "The term is love [I]birds[/I]!" Mark grinned and walked backwards so he could face them. "A dove is a bird isn't it??" Garrett smirked and said "True enough." and Oko giggled turning back to Garrett. Mark then headed back to Amelia to fully explain everything.

Mark smiled as Amelia continued to lick his ice-cream of her face as well. They walked to the others and looked around "Garrett and Oko?" Asked Mark to the general group. Chase answered "Haven't seen them, they must have wondered off around the market." Mark nodded and said "I'll go find them. Maybe find some real food too." He walked off and left Amelia to clean here face off. Thinking about it his cheeks got red with embarrassment as he took a cloth from his pocket and wiped his own face clean, before proceeding. He walked around looking threw store windows and threw the crowds in front of trading booths. The traders usually had some interesting goods, and the fact that they only passed threw once a year made the crowds all the more thick when they came to town. One particular cart caught Mark's attention, it was very large and looked like a fruit booth, but instead of fruit in boxes slanted toward the viewers it has stoned gems and pieces of metal in all shaped and sizes on display. Mark was both curious about the cart owners merchandise and how interested Garrett would be. The main attraction was the owner yelling "Sale sale!! Rare gems and jewels! Items used by the [I]chosen eight [/I] themselves!!" Mark looked over his shoulder at the handle of one axe on his back, he already collected his little part of the original eight, but something like that could make a fantastic present for Amelia. He strolled up to the booth and looked over the goods. Not many decent items, just rusty trinkets and raw iron ore mostly. Then something caught his eye. It was a workshop kit, the opposing half to a smithy', it had engraving and carving tools to design intricate handles. It included many gold rings and silver studs as well. If the best smith in the work worked a blade, it looked ad someone would use this kit to make it's handle. Mark sighed as he thought "It'll be pretty pricy..and who uses a big handle anyways?" Then it occurred to him that Amelia's swallow had a spear like pole handle. He thought it over and decided on buying it. "How much?" he asked the owner behind the cart. The tall but stocky man looked down and said "'T'is a fine piece." Mark asked again "How much?" this time in a stiffer tone. The man looked around thinking to himself and eventually answered "40 gold coins" Mark opened his eyes in shock "40?!" The man smiled "that's the price uh her" he said. Mark thought deeply if it was worth it or not, asking forty gold for it was like asking to cut off your arms and legs for a nice hat. After much inner debate Mark resentfully handed the man 4 silvery looking coins. "I said gold! and this isn't near enough!" The shop keep protested. Mark looked down at the coins then said "For a trader you aren't very familiar with currency, those are platinum, worth ten gold each." The attendant flushed red and said shortly. "Well take it." Mark slid in the numerous drawers and multi-shelved stands, when open the kit resembled a fishing tackle box strongly. Once done, he closed the lid over and snapped the lock shut. Mark picked up the box, no bigger than a normal tool box, and held it at his side while he looked over the merchandise again. He saw a number of unique object, but most of them seemed worthless so he continued his original search for Garrett and Oko. He didn't find then for another ten minutes then his anticipation got the best of him, and he went back to give Amelia her new gift. He walked up to the group and they all eyes the box he now had, it was a steel box polished to perfection and coated in sullen black opal. As the light caught it in different ways the box would shine in strange colours and gleam with bright hidden patterns. There was gold lining on each edge of the box and the rims of the top and bottom were white gold, as was the lock itself. He smiled as he caught sight of Amelia again and her face now clear of ice cream. "Back already Sparky?" She asked. Mark grinned and answered "Yah,but I didn't find Garrett or Oko, I didn't look very far so I assume they're probably alright though." Chase then spoke "That's good, what's with your new case?" Riiko cut in "pretty special looking lunch box if you ask me." Mark smiled keeping his eyes fixed on Amelia "It's not mine" he said "It's hers." Then he handed over the box to Amelia who had a look of shock and surprise on her face. Mark explained "It?s a thank you..for my new weapons...and for being so nice to me." He blushed as he finished and Amelia looked over the case admiring the gold and opal. "Go on! Open it!" Mark said impatiently, but happily.