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Post by Darth Paymon on Jan 11, 2010 23:49:59 GMT -5
As Paymon's hand is servered,he grows stronger,and as he jumps into the air and back flips just as Ire slashes for his neck,as Paymon lands he reaches out in the force. Using Telekinsis he grips the thrones and rips them away from the floor throwing them one by one at Ire.
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Post by Lord Ire on Jan 12, 2010 0:01:07 GMT -5
Ire sees the first throne fly passed him and jumps out of the way of the second. Ire uses the third to spring off of and at Paymon, tucking into a roll as he hits ground and rolling to a knee while trying to drive the end of the massive Sith sword through Paymon's heart. The pain from the stab wound stings, but it not like Paymon can see Ire's squinting face.
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Post by Darth Paymon on Jan 12, 2010 0:24:09 GMT -5
Paymon's eyes go to the deepest darkest red as the blade peirces his skin,then he as he slowly fades into death he speaks his last words,"You have won,take my sword and make sure that all remember my name for centuries to come.."then his body releases so much force power as he falls to the ground.A tear of blood leaving his eye.The Darkest,most cruel man since Palpatine,has died..there where Paymon once held on the force and made it dark and cruel has returned to normal,all of those people Paymon held in fear have been released of great toture.Paymon is dead..forever.
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Post by Lord Ire on Jan 13, 2010 1:04:39 GMT -5
As Ire watches the body of Paymon fall to the ground, Ire lowers his sword and begins to favor his side wound. He can tell that he is losing lots of blood and needs to do something quick. As Ire begins to walk closer to Paymon's limp mass he feels woozy and his sight begins to blur. Ire falls to a knee, he has already lost too much blood. Ire can feel his arms and legs begin to go cold and soon collapses on the smooth stone floor of the Enclave's temple.
"He really was a bladmaster...." Ire mumbles as he lies there, internally kicking himself for never expanding on his self healing techniques.
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Post by Lord Ire on Jan 13, 2010 1:28:55 GMT -5
"My, oh my, look what the nexu dragged in!" a gitty voice calls out from the shadows as Ire lays on the floor slowly bleeding to death. "I wonder... do you have one of those handy clones of yours on hand at the moment? I hate to disappoint but this one's taken."
Ire knows that voice immediately, even in his state he can tell who is approaching. "MCD!" Ire says as he begins to cough up blood. What was MCD doing at the Enclave, why was he here at this moment? These thoughts are at the forefront of Ire's mind mind but no strength to ask.
"Well its nice to see the other foot turn..." MCD says with a insane giggle as he exits from the dark. "... or however that saying goes."
MCD approaches the prone body of Ire and kicks him. "Hey Ugly, wake up!"
Ire feels the kick turn him over onto his back, his arms are limp and his robes open. The wound to his side still flows blood freely but somehow he's still alive. Unfortunately, there is nothing Ire can do at this time but begin readying himself for death. But Ire isn't done while he still has his raw will coursing through his veins. Ire looks up at the shadowy face of his clone and begins to lift himself with his elbows. As he begins to raise himself he lets out with a blood call.
"You know... I'll be back...." Ire says as he begins to get to his feet before falling to the ground, dead. Shortly there after, Ire's body erupts into black flame and leaves his robes, armor fallen on the stone floor of the Enclave.
MCD begins to giggle at the flailing Ire as he tries to rise, there is something rather funny about the sight before him. As Ire stumbles towards MCD and gives his parting words of return, MCD is dancing in a circle around the now dead body.
"We can dance if we want to We can leave your friends behind 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance Well they're no friends of mine.... Ire?"
MCD stops dancing long enough to check Ire out, he checks his vitals like a medic and even puts his ear to Ire's chest to listen for a heartbeat. Nothing came of it, that's when MCD starts to look around waiting for a spiteful Ire ghost to pop up... but nothing, until Ire's body burts into black flame. "Cool! Do it again! Do it again!"
Unfortunately for MCD, no more black flames but there are things on the ground. MCD quickly goes over and collects the items from under the robes, swiftly grabbing the farsight orb, the taozin chest armor and the fallen Sith sword. It takes him a little looking but MCD finds something more worthwhile.
"What's this?" MCD asks himself as he reaches into on of the inner pockets of the robe and pulling out Ire's command code cylinder, and its unscathed by the flames. "Holy bantha poodoo, I think I just hit pay dirt!"
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Post by Lord Ire on Jan 13, 2010 3:42:16 GMT -5
"Booyah!" MCD boasts as he then finds Ire's personal comlink, even stops to Agamarian step dance. "Go clone, its your birthday! Go clone, go clone! GO! GO!."
MCD throws all the new loot on top of the singed robes and uses it as a sack to carry them in. MCD begins to cackle as he begins thinking. "Hmm... Paymon dead, Ire dead and I have his command codes, oooh... Paymon!"
MCD turns on a dime to see he body of Paymon there, he wonders why the Sith Lord didn't fade away or burst into flames too; he is rather disappointed. He kneels down and bows to the great fallen Sith Lord several times before stopping with his hands together in humble prayer almost.
"You deserve and will be treated like a King, carried with deep respect and placed in a proper tomb on Korriban.... after I raid your ass!" MCD says as he begins gathering Paymon's rings and decorative snake-handled sword, he even grab the ancient Sith robe clasp around his neck.
As MCD puts Paymon's items in his makeshift bag of goodies, a gorgeous female acolyte bursts into the room with a large group of other temple guests behind her. She lowers the hood of her purplish-black robe to reveal shoulder length black hair and a Sith tattoo that comes off the corners of her green eyes. MCD drops the bag and is kinda fidgety for a second before he turns on the charm. "Hail to the King, baby..."
The acolyte looks down at the fallen body of Paymon and then back at MCD, kneeling quickly. "Praise the dark side, all hail Grand Master Ire." she says and the group behind her all fall in line and kneel.
"HAIL!" the combined voices of the Sith temple guests call out, it sends tingles down MCD's spine.
"Oh my Force... I must have been a good clone in another life."
"What was that Lord Ire?" the beautiful acolyte asks with her head still bowed.
"What?" MCD stammers but quickly recovers. "Oh, I said... oh my Force, we beez abouts to enjoy the good life!" The Acolyte doesn't respond, she doesn't know how to. MCD looks out at the masses kneeling before him with their heads down in respect. He smiles widely behind his shadowed veil of a face in this moment. "Something tells me its about to get going real quick. You there, yeah the ugly one with the black armor gray cloak."
"Yes, Lord Ire." the slow-speeched temple guard answers.
"Prepare Lord Paymon's body for transport to Korriban for burial," MCD says as he then suppresses a slight laugh, "he fought with all the honor and passion a Sith can, but I still PWNED him!"
"Yes sir, whatever you say sir." the guard says as he soon goes over to Paymon, followed by a few more guards and carry Paymon off to the temple infirmary to be prepped for travel. MCD motions his hand to the kneeling masses and they rise, he's happy that these people are already trained. He walks over to the female acolyte who he saw earlier and stops in front of her.
"So, where's the penthouse at?" MCD asks the acolyte, who points to the turbolift in the right corner of the room. "Good, cause I'm lookin for some post-brawl booty... interested?" the acolyte smiles briefly and stops herself before nodding 'yes' to the offer.
"He shoots... he scores!" MCD boasts as he walks off towards the turbolift with the acolyte in tow. As the doors to the lift are closing, MCD yells out at the onlookers "Get back to work!"
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Post by Lord Ire on Jan 16, 2010 21:54:39 GMT -5
The next morning, MCD is up playing 'action figures' with the cut little Acolyte that he had spent the night with. Paymon's body was ready for transport to Korriban, this MCD knew becuse of the rude interruption that came while he and the Acolyte were preforming position #127 in the Galactic Sutra, but MCD wanted to play a little before take off.
"You killed my master." the female said as she moved a Padawan-looking toy up towards MCD's Sith looking figure.
"I'm Darth Maul... I kill you!" MCD says before taking his figure and smashing the Padawan looking figure. "You ruined it! I was supposed to be the Sith Lord of legend, kill the Jedi and ruleafter killing Palpatine! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"
"Wow, you really get into character, Master." the confused looking Acolyte says.
"I know... It would totally be cool if they ever made a holovid about Darth Maul and cast me to play him, I can totally relate the the guy." MCD says with a slight giggle.
"There's something strange about you, Grand Master Ire. You seem different after your fight with Master Paymon..." the Acolyte says with he own giggle. "... you're not as scary anymore."
"Well, I take that as a compliment. At least I'm not an insufferable bore anymore." MCD says before his chronometer goes off, signalling that he was already late. "Sheeet! I gotta run!"
MCD gets up, puts on his robes and wipes the Acolyte's mind of any memory of his face before collecting his bag of goodies and teleporting off the planet.
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Post by Darth Paymon on Aug 8, 2010 21:01:20 GMT -5
Paymon and his ground forces,arrive to find the enclave completely empty,Paymon sighs and looks around,handing out orders he takes a seat on his throne,none of this stuff was bothered with,its strange..he activated his command center and took control of everything again,looking up at Ancro he sighed,"Young one,you have something to ask of me?"he asked.
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Post by Elmda Ancro on Aug 8, 2010 21:16:45 GMT -5
Yes... I would like to recommend myself to be your apprentice, m' lord.
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Post by Darth Paymon on Aug 8, 2010 21:22:09 GMT -5
His comm beeped,he answered it and took a small grin,then looked at Elmda,hearing his words left him about to laugh,"Well,I'm sure that would work actually.I do need an apprentice,the rule of two commands it,though I am not a Sith anymore,I will teach you in all of the ways of the force,Light and Dark,you are welcome to take that role,and this droid will serve you as I'm gone,the droid flashed,and looked just like Paymon,as Paymon stood,and walked down the corridor,turning back,"I'll answer you formally when I return.."he turned back to his path and left,and then climbed into a small royal freighter,taking off,heading into orbit.
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Post by Elmda Ancro on Aug 8, 2010 21:31:04 GMT -5
Yes m' lord. *nods and looks to the droid with slight confusion*
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Post by Darth Paymon on Aug 8, 2010 23:01:47 GMT -5
The droid nodded,and spoke to him,"First off,tell us a brief history of yourself,please?""the droid's voice was exactly like Paymon's.
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Post by Elmda Ancro on Aug 8, 2010 23:28:50 GMT -5
*He tightens his scarf and steps onto a Speeder Bike and heads to the Temple*
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Post by Darth Paymon on Aug 18, 2010 22:24:10 GMT -5
Paymon enters the enclave,joined by his apprentice from their mission,Paymon takes a seat at his throne,and is briefed on the studies of the sith order and the black knights.
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Post by Elmda Ancro on Aug 19, 2010 18:09:45 GMT -5
*Ancro stands and holds his helmet on his left side hip and looks to Paymon* M' Lord, I am ready for my further training.
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