War From A Different Perspective.

[malice]

He had fully expected the Cathar to break his hand away, but the Cathar would find that it was a difficult task to move the might of machine from his neck. As the Cathar rolled away, the blue-green blade of the lightsaber erupted from the hilt, the Sith adopting a combat form similar to that of Makashi, his body turned sideways, blade angled diagonally to the ground torwards the Cathar. His eyes were boring into those of the Cathar, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Go ahead, Cathar, and make your move... Strike me down with all that hate and fury and rage you have built inside.. Your master has enough money to purchase five of you now, and he will find himself very rich. They all bet against you, and because of that he will be a very rich man. You, Cathar, do not understand what you have been offered.. So come, and strike me down. Strike at me, and I shall show you just what you are up against here..."
The Sith took a step to the side, eyes stroking the Cathar's body, observing the faint muscle twitches and movements of the Cathar's body as it tensed. He knew the Cathar would strike, merely to pay the Sith back for what he had done to the Cathar's former master... and the Cathar would learn, as he most likely struck at the Sith, what a fatal mistake that would be. No, the Sith would not kill his new pet, but rather injure it. Perhaps remove a hand, or a limb... but not kill it. Only give it a reminder of who it now served... who HE now served...

[twofaced]

-This Sith didn't seem to understand that Two-Faced was on his feet, staring him down..He was waiting for orders, not his stupid lecture on how he was going to strike him down with whatever anger he had in him..Two-Faced share no hatred or anger for anyone but himself for letting the situation happen, and he wasn't planning on striking down the master that stood before him..If he made it to where he would have to defend himself, Two-Faced would do so..The lightsaber started a quick jolt in his body, sending a good adreniline boost into him..It was obvious this man was wanting to eat something more than his own ignorance..So he would eat his own hand for pulling such a weapon upon the Cathar..-

Sneaky sneaky, Master..But, -Two-Faced hadn't been trained in the arts of the saber for nothing..His hand took to a hidden pouch to his hip, unleashing a bright green lightsaber..He stood there, looking at his master.- I've got some tricks up my sleeve, too..And I will use them if you choose to come after me how you intent to do.. -The Cathar..He stared down the man once more, their lightsabers drawn, another crowd of people seeming to swarm over to them, others of them running away and hiding like frightened children..The Sith thought too much on how this Cathar was nothing more than that..Nothing more than a fighter with nothing but his words and his blades..Now, he would see that the Cathar was much more than the normal bystander, but a powerful Jedi much like himself..-

Are you going to come at me..? Or are we going to put these away and be on our way..?

[malice]

The Sith looked to the crowd about them, keeping a single eye trained on the Cathar. After a moment, appearing serious, he seemed to lighten up considerably, twirling his lightsaber once before he sheathed the blade in the hilt and returned it to his sash.
"You are very well trained, Cathar, but you still have much to learn about your weapon... and the Force."
He turned, and motioned for the Cathar to follow. Clearly, it was some sort of test he was putting the Cathar through. The crowd that had gathered let out a low, somewhat disturbed, sigh... they had been itching to see a battle between what seemed to be a Jedi and some sort of unknown. Instead, it turned into a chuckle and a friendly gesture.
"You had me surprised, I shall admit that.. Come, let us go to my ship..."
And he walked off, knowing the Cathar would be following him.. the Cathar had to know now that he was adept with his use of the Force, and could likely sense whether the Cathar was coming or not... if he wasn't, the repercussions might be severe indeed..

[twofaced]

-As he had told the cloaked man once, twice, and he did believe three times before. Two-Faced would listen to his master unless it was something absolutely silly, dangerous, or had good reason to disobey who he followed..Much like the Sith did moments before he sheathed his weapon. That was the best thing the Sith did all day, besides threaten his life and make him out to seem like some little toy. Two-Faced put an end to that treatment as quick as he could with his show of Force..The Sith was quick to change the fight tune into a followers tune, and the Cathar followed behind him without question..He even sheathed his own weapon, so he wasn't disrespecting the cloaked figure before him..Did he dare ask questions? He did dare to ask questions..But that was only asking, not recieving.-

Perhaps you could tell me where we are going, why you wanted me, and what might your name be..I don't really like refurring to my leaders by the title master..It's not legit. -He explains to the man infront of him with his eyes set on his back..He was tempted to come beside him, walk side by side with the man..And he did so, showing that he wasn't afraid to step out of line, if that line was set..Though he thought that he would find that this man was sneaky once again and whip that lightsaber out on him once again..Use the Force against him without even so much as a warning..That would be a very bad mistake on the cloak man's hand..The Cathar wasn't planning on doing any attacking or killing without cause or instruction..-

[malice]

The Sith went over every question that had been posed in his head, and spoke briefly to answer the more vague ones. "Malice. You were wanted mostly due to hearsay... and we are going to a planet far beyond the reach of the Republic." That was all he said to those questions, letting the Cathar guess at the possible planets that the Sith could be bringing his newfound warrior to. He never made a single move to lash out at the Cathar, never assaulted him with the Force and did not strike with his lightsaber when the Cathar stepped by his side. The Sith seemed willing to acknowledge that the Cathar had earned a place by his side. The Siths eyes darted about, and he suddenly veered off once out of the building, heading into a secluded alley. He drew his cloak sleeve up, glancing down at the watch-like communicator and pressing a single button inwards. "ICT-90, prepare for pickup at these coordinates..." He punched the coordinates in, and motioned for the Cathar to follow him... to the edge of the path? The street was deserted, and the path ended there... what was he planning to do? He looked about, then nodded. "You first, Cathar. Jump." If the Cathar sniffed, he would be able to detect a faint smell of an engine burning below, which gave the excuse for jumping... there was a ship down there waiting to pick them up.

[twofaced]

-Beautiful. Just..Beautiful. He got answers alright. Malice was the man's name, according to him..Two-Faced did not know if that was his true name, and doubted it highly, but he could not question what he had been given. It was better than nothing. Hearsay about the man was a definite. Many and all talked about him, of how they hate him, love him, or know of him from his many battles against Jedi and Sith alike..That might have been one angle the cloaked figure over-read..Most people don't even bother with him for they know what will happen to them..One; they will be ignored and he will walk by, or two; they will be struck down because they encountered him in a bad position. As to where they were going, he was given a bad answer..And he wouldn't bother guessing beyond this planet or galaxy. He didn't much care for where they were going, as long as it didn't lead to him being thrown into the stars for safe-keeping from the planets. This man didn't seem to want to get rid of him, how he had presented himself to his former master, to his opponent, and to himself..He did not strike at him with his lightsaber for who knows what reason..But he was sort of thankful that the man didn't attack him. Someone who could give him that much trouble must be worth the pain..-

Perhaps you could do something about this wound of mine? -The Cathar's voice was still soft and rough in texture, but he was opening up to the man, hoping to find something worthwhile in the figure that stood before him..He would wait to see if he could help with the gash that he had put in his own stomach with the boar tusk..It didn't hurt, but he didn't want to bleed to death or get infected and die anyway..It wouldn't have been worth it for either of them..As the man told him to jump, he did just that and fell through the ground..He said a ship, and this ship was quite different from any that he had seen..He seen racing ships..That was about the jist of it for him. He glances about at all of the controls, the buttons, the persons on there..-

So..I'm not the only one..

[malice]

He waited until the Cathar jumped before he did. Nay, there were no "persons" on board, rather a single droid. It looked to be a very advanced Assassin model, judging from the dark camoflauge colors and the Tenloss Disruptor rifle set in its lap. The ship seemed just large enough to hold four people, with two gunner seats, the pilots seat and a spare seat in the back. Malice took his place by the droid, in the first gunners seat, and motioned for the Cathar to sit where he pleased.
"Take your seat wherever you wish. You are the only one on board this ship, aside from my Droid and I..."
He motioned to all the controls. Some of them looked strange indeed.. and the fact the ship hadn't been visible until now was the strangest part.
"This is not a legal ship in the Galaxy, in case you hadn't noticed. The Republic is rather unforgiving of those who fly old Imperial ships, like this. This, my dear Cathar, is an Imperial TIE Phantom, a modified TIE fighter fitted with a cloaking device, and a tri-blaster on the front, with a single rear blaster in the back. It has a hyperdrive engine, life-supports, and a very weak shield generator for minor skirmish runs."
He seemed to know the ship well... and with a motion to ICT, the ship was off, the silent engines mercilessly howling their tune as they exited the atmosphere of Coruscant. No doubt the Republic would catch on, but not until it was too late and they were off, the hyperdrive engines kicking in. They were using a pre-set course, torwards a planet that was as old as any in the Galaxy... the Sith planet of Korriban...
"So, my Cathar friend, since I indulged you... Tell me your name, and a little about yourself. I am curious... As for the wound, worry not.. There is a medical kit in the back which you can use to clean and patch your wound up."

[twofaced]

-An illegal ship, huh? Old ship? Glad that it was remade, old piece of junk..It wasn't quite junk, however, with how everything was in running status and everything did what it was to do. He could only wonder who might have been able to do this kind of thing to one of these..He hadn't seen one of these since his younger years many, many years ago..But that was then. This is now and he had to concentrate on what he was doing and what he was told..That was what he was made to do, right? He took his seat in the second gunner seat with his eyes going to the screen, seeing everything warping by like it was nothing. It was amazing to be on one of these ships..Until he heard those questions. His pale eyes turn to the Sith for a moment before he glances back to the screens.-

I don't have a name..Everyone calls me Two-Faced Insurgent. Guess they didn't like that fact that I fought for both sides of the Jedi..Dark and Light. -That was about as much as the man was getting out of him..The man did have a name, however, and he wasn't going to tell him that name..He was never going to tell anyone his name, not his true name..They would know of his nick-name and nothing else..A gentle sigh came from him as he turns his eyes to the back of the ship, standing to go back there and get the first-aid kit..He'd be needing it right about now before he lost conciousness. No one would see it coming..He was too strong to let anyone else see his weakness, even if it was bluntly put out for the world to see..He hated when that happened, and it only happened once in his entire life-time..-

Thank you for the help.. -He says to the man as he brought the first-aid kit back to his seat, removing his large, thick mesh-leather bands going around his shoulders, the neurofiber-twine kevlar jacket soon to be slipped off by himself..It got punctured quick by the harsh point of the tusk, but something blunt or long could not penetrate the armor..He sighs to himself as he started fixing himself up, cleaning and closing the cut, bandaging his muscular form, scratches and scars and lines running in everywhich way on his body..So much damage had been done and he hadn't given up yet..Amazing..-