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(( Keep the OOC talk in OOC please XD )) Raiden saw the sith lord noticing he was resurected by Marek. He thought ht ebest thing to do was to play dead and that's what he did. He stopped his heart beat but did not die, it was a trick he learned On Mandalore. As the activated his lightsaber it just made the situation worst. Raiden and Revan have not met yet. Raiden laid there motionless awaitiing and hopping something big would happen to draw the sith away. |
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Alon couldn't see very well through the smoke clouds. They almost completely blacked out the building. He lifted his hand and concentrated, pulling the clouds towards him to both disguise himself and make the building clear.
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Oh great Raiden thought to himself. This most likely means im going to have to fight my way outta here, he thoght to himself as he appeared unconcouis. Why do i hunt. Raiden's had forgot to park his ship in the docking bay of th eplatform, it's still at the sith temple. Great he thought. As Raiden laid there he watched as the sith still stood there obvoiusly angered of something.
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There is a huge crowd of people surrounding the entrance of a smaller, and presumably lesser know Cantina. The inhabitants look terrified and some are wounded from...thermal detonators? Up in the sky, on the third floor of the building, Threk spots a thin line moving downward, and a figure gliding down it. The armor was Mandalorian strange don't see many of them around. A figure clad in Black robes suddenly rides up the walk to the cantina. The crowd instinctively splits and some people run for cover. the man dismounts and enters the cantina. A Sith It was unmistakable. Threk approached the cantina and rammed his way through the crowd, knocking over several startled and angry people in the process. Inside, the cantina was devastated, with table overturned and carbon scoring on the walls, a few limp bodies were on the floor, and even some in their seats. He looked around for the man, who had drawn his lightsaber. Maybe he wasn't a Sith, either way he would not be able to detect him through the force, since Threk left no imprint in it. #64 slowly drew his Cortosis blades and flurried them in his wrists. |
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Alon felt a sith presence. That sucking and cold feeling. He walked forward and saw the man standing there. He said nothing, because he knew that he, not being a jedi, wouldn't cause a problem for this sith. However his hand was at the ready in case he decided to strike. He turned to look behind him when he heard a scared bar patron shout, WEAPON!!
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