| Ulic: this...shell...or body as you call it, is not, it is 8 years in your reconing, the reconing of Coruscant. but i am over 4000 years old in spirit, i have seen thousands of young sith like you rise, and fail, when trying to take first steps....what makes you so different? ~the force is still gathering in him and he turns back to argyyle, his mind now bent on the blaster Fiona: " What makes you different from those that failed, how did you survive? Or was it because you were on a "safe" planet like this?" Argyyle: **argyyle feels himself full of the rage and hate that is the darkside, and smiles turning twards his sister** odviously hes a madman. let us leave him to his ranting. **argyyle turns to walk away** Ulic: ~he reaches out with the force towards the blaster, reaching to snatch it, take it for his own. his mind is also on defense, as his sabre stays close, one hand on his second sabre. either can defend him in need, both can relfect back the bolts of burning death~ i did not give you leave to go Fiona: " All of those i have seen in positions of authority have been weak, how are you different? Father,Mother, Grandmother, Grandfather all have been weak...I have not been impressed with those who have power in name but are weak in spirit." Argyyle: **begins walking twards ulic, scooping up his sword as he does so** i do not need your leave to go anywhere, for you are nothing to me. what is your name? Fiona: " This "display" of power only reinforces that..." Argyyle: well put, sister. Ulic: my name....is Ulic Qel-Droma.....i was the Lord of the Krath millenia ago...millions fell to me and my followers....and who are you... Fiona: " Fiona Alexandra, I would say pleased to meet you....but under these circumstances...." Argyyle: **smiles, moving to stand face to face with ulic, mere inches seperating their faces** I am Argyyle Cartagia Zantor. **reaches out to touch ulic's arm** Ulic: ~his blade comes up between himself and argyyle, the second igniting at his side, he moves the tip between their faces, the painful burning only used to fuel his powers. the darkside was gushing into him now, filling him, the pain only amplified that. his skin starts to turn red from the energy he continues to look right at argyyle~ Argyyle: **touches the arm, ignoring the searing heat, and inflicts all the agony he can imagine upon ulic ** Ulic: ~he smirks lightly and immediately cuts off the pain his eyes never leave argyyles and he presses his lightsabre against the boys forhead.~ that was very foolish boy...if you were not the son of one of my greatest allies of times gone by....i would kill you where you stand with nothing more than a thought. Fiona: * laughs* " My how impressive, do you look for a fight you can win, hiding in the forest?" Argyyle: **screams as the lightsabre touches his forehead and reacts without thinking, trying to pull the lightsabre away from his face with the hand that was inflicting the pain** Ulic: ~the force flows through Ulic once again, like a storm that will never be quelled. he sends blast at the young man, from point blank range as soon as the boy turns to react.~ Argyyle: **goes flying graceless through the air, somehow flipping himself so he lands more or less on his feet, dropping to his knees, a thin trickle of blood oozing down the side of his noze from the imperfect cauterization effect of the sabre** |
| 4000 years old? |