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Silence and darkness were his friends, stillness helped him let loose of the anchor his physical body represented and allowed his mind, his spirit to ascend and disperse within the intricate network the Force was. His master taught him that the more he would ignore the tiniest of distractions created by his body or the surroundings, the better he would feel the presence of the Force flowing through his body and interconnecting with the world around him; within this serene slip of the mind, he would be able to left massive objects and haul them anywhere he would wish, so long he would remain focused and strong. He was still far from achieving any extraordinary feats, but he knew that through perseverance he would eventually become just as good as his master, if not surpass him.
Suddenly, there was a ripple within the weave of the force that passed through him, feeling as though it was a signal beckoning him. The peculiar event drew him back to reality, where his eyes opened up wide; he looked left and right, to catch his bearings, but he quickly figured out that he was still in his own, cramped quarters aboard Master Starsea's YT-2550 frigate. He stood up and rushed over to the personal terminal, where he immediately saw that there was a recorded message that arrived not too long ago; it was even more troubling to him that it was a very short, distraught and cryptic message.
"Take the Yit home. Waste no time."
He instantly recognized Master Starsea's voice, but it took Aleko him a few more moments to think through exactly what he meant. It didn't take him too long to figure out exactly what the man meant, as within the next moment, he stormed outside his quarters and jogged down the cramped, pipe-ridden corridor that lead to the cockpit, where he crashed into the pilot's seat. He figured out that, if the Master was careful enough to send such a cryptic message, he wanted his ship along with his apprentices at "home" as quickly as possible. His fingers danced over the sea of switches, knobs and levers, mechanically repeating what he was taught in order to launch the medium frigate into hyperspace. Once he had established a safe and quick route that would reach the Shipyards, he pulled the large lever on the right side of the seat, then, activate one final switch. He looked up, only to see the universe slowly grow distant, then, the white dots that represented the stars in front of him elongated until the critical moment where there was no more darkness, but only a flood of light as the ship transcended to superluminal speeds.
The cargo bat ramp opened slowly, the hydraulics hissing as the metal lip just tapped against the Starsea Shipyard floor; from within, a tall, brunette human with green eyes brandishing a stern, but calm expression descended with careful steps as to make sure he would not slip and tumble on the hangar's floor. He knew his Master had arrived before him as he immediately spotted his star-fighter safely docked, relief immediately washed over him when he also spotted the seasoned man waiting for his apprentices. Aleko accelerated his pace, his light-grey robes flowing behind, revealing his dark blue Jedi clothing hiding beneath, a simple yet elegant hilt lightly tapping against the belt clip that held it in place. As soon as he was a few feet away from David Starsea, Aleko bowed his head and tapped his own chest with his right fist.
"I came as soon as your message arrived, Master" he said, his baritone voice as calm as his presence and demeanor "the message troubled me, but it is a relief to see you well. I believe I've even felt a slight disturbance in the Force."
Suddenly, there was a ripple within the weave of the force that passed through him, feeling as though it was a signal beckoning him. The peculiar event drew him back to reality, where his eyes opened up wide; he looked left and right, to catch his bearings, but he quickly figured out that he was still in his own, cramped quarters aboard Master Starsea's YT-2550 frigate. He stood up and rushed over to the personal terminal, where he immediately saw that there was a recorded message that arrived not too long ago; it was even more troubling to him that it was a very short, distraught and cryptic message.
"Take the Yit home. Waste no time."
He instantly recognized Master Starsea's voice, but it took Aleko him a few more moments to think through exactly what he meant. It didn't take him too long to figure out exactly what the man meant, as within the next moment, he stormed outside his quarters and jogged down the cramped, pipe-ridden corridor that lead to the cockpit, where he crashed into the pilot's seat. He figured out that, if the Master was careful enough to send such a cryptic message, he wanted his ship along with his apprentices at "home" as quickly as possible. His fingers danced over the sea of switches, knobs and levers, mechanically repeating what he was taught in order to launch the medium frigate into hyperspace. Once he had established a safe and quick route that would reach the Shipyards, he pulled the large lever on the right side of the seat, then, activate one final switch. He looked up, only to see the universe slowly grow distant, then, the white dots that represented the stars in front of him elongated until the critical moment where there was no more darkness, but only a flood of light as the ship transcended to superluminal speeds.
The cargo bat ramp opened slowly, the hydraulics hissing as the metal lip just tapped against the Starsea Shipyard floor; from within, a tall, brunette human with green eyes brandishing a stern, but calm expression descended with careful steps as to make sure he would not slip and tumble on the hangar's floor. He knew his Master had arrived before him as he immediately spotted his star-fighter safely docked, relief immediately washed over him when he also spotted the seasoned man waiting for his apprentices. Aleko accelerated his pace, his light-grey robes flowing behind, revealing his dark blue Jedi clothing hiding beneath, a simple yet elegant hilt lightly tapping against the belt clip that held it in place. As soon as he was a few feet away from David Starsea, Aleko bowed his head and tapped his own chest with his right fist.
"I came as soon as your message arrived, Master" he said, his baritone voice as calm as his presence and demeanor "the message troubled me, but it is a relief to see you well. I believe I've even felt a slight disturbance in the Force."
Expect a post from me later today
@JulienJaden 'Ey, thanks! Hope I don't disappoint, though
Everything happened so quickly he did not realize that it was over until he found himself staring down at a Cold Assault Trooper drag its sore body through the thick layer of snow hiding the frozen ground below. He could barely hear the grunts and groans muffled by trooper's helmet, largely due to the whistling wind carrying the white, natural cloth that would eventually cover the bodies those who would not survive the harsh weather. There was also the low, gravelly hum coming coming from the device he held in his right palm, a device that emitted a nearly-blinding beam of green light containing a slim, white core; the entire blade emanated trails of steam as snowflakes vaporized just as they would touch the core of the blade, while the tip was menacingly pointed at the back of the clone's helmet. To make sure that the defeated foe would not make it too far into the blizzard, he took a few shaky steps forwards so he could place himself beside the struggling man. His heavy boots buried into the layers of snow, ice crackling under the weight of the rather tall human. The sound of his boots made the downed man whimper and try to crawl faster, using the only arm that would still respond to his commands, but the effort would be in vain; he was suddenly lifted and rolled on his back by a lazy shove of the Jedi's foot, the ice-covered visor now visible while the clone underneath it made direct eye contact with the tip of the blade.
He tried to use his elbow to push himself away from the menace, but again, it was all in vain as he found himself crushed by the Jedi's weight as he pinned the trooper down with the heel of his boot. He couldn't call for assistance, the transmitter was cut and burned by the lightsaber the Jedi wielded; judging by the stern, yet calm expression he had, there was no point in pleading for mercy or understanding. Aleko could feel the despair and pain tearing the living being contained inside the layers of armor and textile material, the same with the other four lying on the snow motionless; he could feel they were still alive, but the only one conscious enough to move was the one he inadvertently tormented for the last minute. He didn't know why he wanted to insist on keeping the last trooper conscious and squirming, he didn't feel any form of pleasure from following him around; he didn't even want to question him, since he felt that there was no way he could pull out the information he needed anymore, not since he had been injured. He did know why he was constantly pointing the lightsaber at him, though; he wanted to drive it through the clone, to hear the armor and the flesh beneath sear from the high temperature of the energy blade and see the treacherous worm contort and clench with pain. He had all the perfect reasons to cross the boundary he swore to himself he would keep away.
He knew that he was the only one left alive. He could feel it, all because he felt alone. Tasha's signature within the vast ocean of the force was gone. He knew it, he was sure about it, but he couldn't accept it. He had to get to her quickly, he had to touch her, to see if she was really gone. But he wanted someone to pay for the way he was feeling, he wanted to let go of the pent-up frustrations and sadness accumulated over the years; he knew somewhere deep inside that all the pain would go away, it would all be released and transferred into the downed opponent as the blade would slide through him. At the same time, he knew it was not worth it. He would kick out every drop of emotion and kill an expendable unit, a copy from a sea of identical faces; he would be left with an empty cavity that would be filled once more with sadness and frustration. Anger would be a new sensation that could fill the emptiness, an emotion he didn't feel ever since he was but a young Padawan. Then two decades of hard work and self control would be shoved out the airlock; in consequence, he would be marked a traitor, just like the low-lives that raised their blasters against him.
At first, Aleko couldn't quite put his finger why the entire Cold Assault Trooper squad started acting fidgety moments before landing on Hoth, he initially thought that they were indeed capable of feeling some sort of emotions, anxiety even. It became more and more evident that something wasn't quite right as he would explore the frozen landscape of Hoth with half of the ten men squad lagging a few feet behind him; it was peculiar that they silently refused to fan out in order to broaden the searching area, but instead kept together at a distance of around an arm's length. Then they stopped, since he could only hear his own last two crunching footsteps as they dug small holes into the snow. Aleko half-expected for them to do something unimaginable and kept wondering when would they conjure the courage to fulfill what ever they intended to do, but to his disappointment, that moment arrived. He turned his head first, then his entire body, only to see five clones taking precise aim through the iron sights of their DC-15S blaster carbines; this was a fusillade, an execution by firing squad. None of them had any words to utter before they would contract their index fingers and eliminate the Jedi knight. It wasn't the first time Aleko faced blasters, after all he was a galactic security enforcer acting under a revered order of guardians. Five blasters, all pointed at the same time at him and ready to fire at the slightest twitch of his muscles, there was no chance of him getting out unscathed.
A sudden impulse started a chain reaction, augmented by the presence of the force flowing through his body, which sent him dashing over to the side, aiming to jump down a snow dune and gain some time so that he could think of a good plan to survive the mutiny. As the entire musculature of his right lower limb contracted, along with groups of muscles from his abdominal and back area, he raised his left hand up and jerked it over his own torso and concentrated on the entirety of the arm so that he could diffuse the incoming blaster bolt. As soon as he felt the physical impact of the bolt trying to burn a hole through the heavy glove covering his palm, he absorbed the thermal energy and the particles that generated the blue beam into his extended arm and immediately exhausted it. The next few shots narrowly missed him, although he felt the brown, linen robe tug back, indicated that one of the bolts passed through it. The iced flakes of waters vaporized instantly wherever the bolts landed, lagging a few feet behind the Jedi Force dashing sideways; the clones immediately readjusted their aim and attempted to predict where Aleko would be before they released another salvo of blaster bolts. Aleko redirected his left arm again towards another bolt that would have burned a new cavity in his head and leaped over the peak of the steep, snowy dune, soon finding himself rolling down for maybe twenty meters before crashing completely into the snow.
Knowing that the clones would see the rather large gap in the snow and immediately start firing at it, he concentrated on the snow above him, pulling a curtain a fresh snow over the gap he left, leaving only a short trail behind, slightly skewed to the West. He sat there, still as a grave and waited for them to pass by so that he could take them by surprise. He only hoped that they would separate and look over a larger area, as he could easily take down three of them by himself with no issue. As he remained dead still, he started to feel the typical burning sensation of a blaster wound send waves of pain from his left shoulder through the rest of his body. He winced as the noticed the first few painful pulses as he calmed down and focused on every muscle to remain still; he tried so hard to relax them, he could feel an undesired tension in his whole body that urged him to shift his toes, his ankle, his fingers, anything at all. The pain certainly did not help him to focus, a part of his focus was tugged away at every accelerated beating of his heart. The rhythm intensified as he heard some military slang shouted over the growing wind, his heart wanted to burst through the sternum and through the layers of armor and extreme weather clothing. He could hear the ice crumple under their rushed march, realizing that they were both closing in on him; at every third step, he could hear a stomp as they tried to discover whether or not he was hiding.
Smart, he thought to himself quite calmly, in spite of his panicked body they can think just as creatively as a Force user. All I need now is a bit of luck.
Fortune was indeed on his side, as he felt the stomp of a foot millimeters away from where his head was, another two more beside him and not one hitting him directly. As soon as he was confident enough that one of the clones was at his feet, Aleko concentrated around himself to draw as much energy as he could to suddenly release it as he Force jumped out of his foxhole with a thick cloud of snow. He didn't intend to cover a lot of vertical distance, instead, he concentrated on horizontal velocity, so that he could gain a tremendous amount of momentum which he transferred into a crushing spin hook kick; the trooper couldn't stand a chance as its head got snapped forwards, then, backwards as it crashed into the snow, achieving at least a concussion, if not quadriplegia. There were two more, one further away from him than the other, confused by the sudden white spectacle; at first, it looked as if their colleague tripped a land mine, which added another layer of trouble over their situation, suspecting that they haphazardly found evidence of droid presence. It soon become obvious that it was the Jedi, as the second trooper fell flat on the snow floor after a projectile of sorts impacted his helmet, cracking it even; it was another blaster, launched at a staggering speed by Aleko, which now dashed straight at the last trooper. As a last ditch effort, he kept blasting away beams at him, but to no avail, as it seemed they would be caught by his palm without doing any damage; he then felt his own weapon ripped from his grip, then, woke up with a face full of his own blaster.
Stunned, the clone fell on his back, but did not have the chance to recover as Aleko performed an elbow drop. He stood back on his feet, completely covered in snow and ice, his left arm starting to hurt and his right elbow aching a little from the crazy stunt he performed. If he weren't so fast and rather chaotic, though, there is no telling if he would have survived three blasters firing straight at him.
One of these days, my plans will be my undoing, he thought, taking quick glances at the defeated clones on the ground.
He took a moment to ruffle his own hair to get some of the snow out, along with pulling some face-stretching grimaces to force open the blood flow through the veins and arteries; he barely felt his face anymore, save for the nose that stung hard enough to feel as if it split in two. He squinted his eyes as he looked above him and over the ridge of the dune, trying to determine where the other two clones would be. It seemed that they did not hear the commotion, but he was sure the three troopers he put down managed to alert the rest. As a matter of fact, Aleko thought he heard "delimit" and "Rancor rolling". In a sense, he felt flattered, knowing that his strength was compared to that of a Rancor, but he had to press on. Then, it struck him.
"Tasha." He muttered, his cracked lips barely moving as steam poured out of his mouth. "No- where are you?"
He couldn't feel her. He grew accustomed to her presence, after all, he saw her grow up under his tutelage for the past seven years; he knew exactly how her Force signature felt and he knew he could sense it from a considerable distance. But now, it feels as though, her voice within the Force was silenced. His eyebrows arched on their own, distraught taking over him as he rushed up the dune.
"Tasha." He tried to yell, but his frozen face didn't allow it.
Aleko forcefully shoved the robe aside as he reached for the hilt securely snatched onto his belt through the help of a holder clip and yanked it upwards. It was a hilt long enough to comfortably fit two hands, black horizontal grip lines crossed most of the slender shaft made out of a durable alloy. He slammed a knob on the side of the hilt, which allowed for the Diatium power cell to unleash the focused beam of condensed energy to erupt from the shrouded emitter. His right hand gripped the hilt close to the emitter shroud, the left hand quickly palmed the lowed end of the hilt, wrapping his gloved fingers over the hilt and the end cap.
"Tasha!" He whispered as he finally concentrated on his leg muscles before he sprung high in the air and over the ridge of the snow dune.
He immediately spotted two clone troopers, a Sergeant and an infantryman, rushing towards his general direction; as soon as Aleko emerged, the pointed their blasters at him and unleashed a number of bolts. The Jedi was on a landing trajectory, his knees cocked high and against his chest, but his arms jerking the lightsaber with a calculated precision, deflecting the first few shots into the snow with no effort. He was left rather vulnerable when he landed, the two troopers immediately took advantage and unleashed another salvo; he was forced to unlatch his left hand from his weapon and absorb to bolts, which shocked his arm to the point that it started trembling. Aleko started to grunt and pant from the pain, struggling to keep his left hand extended all the while he struggled to deflect two more shots with the lightsaber; he caught the weapon with both hands again, making it much easier for him to redirect one of the bolts dead straight back and against the Sergeant's blaster, essentially disarming him. The other trooper kept firing, but it was too late, as the Jedi was at an arm's length between the two; he redirected one last bolt into his left thigh and before another one bolt could be fired, he gracefully twisted the blade in a half-orbit, slicing off the barrel of the blaster. Using the momentum to his advantage, Aleko then rammed into the trooper with his shoulder, sending his foe off-balance; with two more calculated, snappy motions, the blade of his lightsaber cut across the trooper's right arm and the left side of his helmet, leaving red-hot traces of molten armor and flesh behind. He made sure he did not sever his limbs, though. The shock would be enough to put the trooper into syncope.
He immediately twisted his torso around and caught a bolt fired from a backup hand blaster the Sergeant carried, the last bolt Aleko could suffer for the day as his arm was instantly slammed against his torso with a massive, numbing throb of pain forcing a wince that drew blood from his desiccated lips. He clenched his palm into a fist, planting it against the right side of his chest; with a swift snap of his right wrist enforced by his whole body pivoting around his left heel, the green beam left a melting trail where it sliced half of the blaster off; using what was left of the momentum, he lifted his right leg to a height enough to slam the Sergeant's right wrist and finally, slam his right elbow square against the jawline of the helmet. It was over. None of them died from the wounds he inflicted, but if no one would tend to them soon enough, hypothermia would become a valid threat to their lives. Then, he noticed something shifting behind him. When he turned his gaze, he saw the trooper crawl away desperately. It made him sick. Only then, he realized how quick the whole situation unfolded. He had the advantage of the terrain from the beginning of the scuffle and he knew it; if he were to be trapped in an enclosed room or corridor, his chances would have been slim, no doubt. It didn't matter, he had the final assailant at the mercy of his blade. At his own mercy.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
But when peace and serenity are shattered by betrayal and pain, what will remain?
There is no death, there is the Force.
"Tasha." He lifted the heel that pinned the trooper and slammed it against his jaw, this time knocking him out.
Aleko sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a few moments, synchronizing with the deactivation of the lightsaber. He slowly opened them again when he felt his spirit calm down, taking a pitiful look at the defeated clone. He couldn't possibly rejoice over this victory as he felt he had lost. He turned then to the Sergeant and knelt beside him and broke into the hologram transmitter hidden in his right armor bracer and replayed the last transmission, but there were none to be replayed. He couldn't waste any more time, though, he had to find Tasha, reach their Cutlass-9 fighters and escape the frozen rock before reinforcements would arrive from orbit.
I cannot fight like this anymore. Blast it, I had to let that last bolt hit me, at least I could still use my left hand. The shoulder wound burns really badly, though... I need to get creative again.
Aleko, fortunately, never ran out of creativity.
He tried to use his elbow to push himself away from the menace, but again, it was all in vain as he found himself crushed by the Jedi's weight as he pinned the trooper down with the heel of his boot. He couldn't call for assistance, the transmitter was cut and burned by the lightsaber the Jedi wielded; judging by the stern, yet calm expression he had, there was no point in pleading for mercy or understanding. Aleko could feel the despair and pain tearing the living being contained inside the layers of armor and textile material, the same with the other four lying on the snow motionless; he could feel they were still alive, but the only one conscious enough to move was the one he inadvertently tormented for the last minute. He didn't know why he wanted to insist on keeping the last trooper conscious and squirming, he didn't feel any form of pleasure from following him around; he didn't even want to question him, since he felt that there was no way he could pull out the information he needed anymore, not since he had been injured. He did know why he was constantly pointing the lightsaber at him, though; he wanted to drive it through the clone, to hear the armor and the flesh beneath sear from the high temperature of the energy blade and see the treacherous worm contort and clench with pain. He had all the perfect reasons to cross the boundary he swore to himself he would keep away.
He knew that he was the only one left alive. He could feel it, all because he felt alone. Tasha's signature within the vast ocean of the force was gone. He knew it, he was sure about it, but he couldn't accept it. He had to get to her quickly, he had to touch her, to see if she was really gone. But he wanted someone to pay for the way he was feeling, he wanted to let go of the pent-up frustrations and sadness accumulated over the years; he knew somewhere deep inside that all the pain would go away, it would all be released and transferred into the downed opponent as the blade would slide through him. At the same time, he knew it was not worth it. He would kick out every drop of emotion and kill an expendable unit, a copy from a sea of identical faces; he would be left with an empty cavity that would be filled once more with sadness and frustration. Anger would be a new sensation that could fill the emptiness, an emotion he didn't feel ever since he was but a young Padawan. Then two decades of hard work and self control would be shoved out the airlock; in consequence, he would be marked a traitor, just like the low-lives that raised their blasters against him.
At first, Aleko couldn't quite put his finger why the entire Cold Assault Trooper squad started acting fidgety moments before landing on Hoth, he initially thought that they were indeed capable of feeling some sort of emotions, anxiety even. It became more and more evident that something wasn't quite right as he would explore the frozen landscape of Hoth with half of the ten men squad lagging a few feet behind him; it was peculiar that they silently refused to fan out in order to broaden the searching area, but instead kept together at a distance of around an arm's length. Then they stopped, since he could only hear his own last two crunching footsteps as they dug small holes into the snow. Aleko half-expected for them to do something unimaginable and kept wondering when would they conjure the courage to fulfill what ever they intended to do, but to his disappointment, that moment arrived. He turned his head first, then his entire body, only to see five clones taking precise aim through the iron sights of their DC-15S blaster carbines; this was a fusillade, an execution by firing squad. None of them had any words to utter before they would contract their index fingers and eliminate the Jedi knight. It wasn't the first time Aleko faced blasters, after all he was a galactic security enforcer acting under a revered order of guardians. Five blasters, all pointed at the same time at him and ready to fire at the slightest twitch of his muscles, there was no chance of him getting out unscathed.
A sudden impulse started a chain reaction, augmented by the presence of the force flowing through his body, which sent him dashing over to the side, aiming to jump down a snow dune and gain some time so that he could think of a good plan to survive the mutiny. As the entire musculature of his right lower limb contracted, along with groups of muscles from his abdominal and back area, he raised his left hand up and jerked it over his own torso and concentrated on the entirety of the arm so that he could diffuse the incoming blaster bolt. As soon as he felt the physical impact of the bolt trying to burn a hole through the heavy glove covering his palm, he absorbed the thermal energy and the particles that generated the blue beam into his extended arm and immediately exhausted it. The next few shots narrowly missed him, although he felt the brown, linen robe tug back, indicated that one of the bolts passed through it. The iced flakes of waters vaporized instantly wherever the bolts landed, lagging a few feet behind the Jedi Force dashing sideways; the clones immediately readjusted their aim and attempted to predict where Aleko would be before they released another salvo of blaster bolts. Aleko redirected his left arm again towards another bolt that would have burned a new cavity in his head and leaped over the peak of the steep, snowy dune, soon finding himself rolling down for maybe twenty meters before crashing completely into the snow.
Knowing that the clones would see the rather large gap in the snow and immediately start firing at it, he concentrated on the snow above him, pulling a curtain a fresh snow over the gap he left, leaving only a short trail behind, slightly skewed to the West. He sat there, still as a grave and waited for them to pass by so that he could take them by surprise. He only hoped that they would separate and look over a larger area, as he could easily take down three of them by himself with no issue. As he remained dead still, he started to feel the typical burning sensation of a blaster wound send waves of pain from his left shoulder through the rest of his body. He winced as the noticed the first few painful pulses as he calmed down and focused on every muscle to remain still; he tried so hard to relax them, he could feel an undesired tension in his whole body that urged him to shift his toes, his ankle, his fingers, anything at all. The pain certainly did not help him to focus, a part of his focus was tugged away at every accelerated beating of his heart. The rhythm intensified as he heard some military slang shouted over the growing wind, his heart wanted to burst through the sternum and through the layers of armor and extreme weather clothing. He could hear the ice crumple under their rushed march, realizing that they were both closing in on him; at every third step, he could hear a stomp as they tried to discover whether or not he was hiding.
Smart, he thought to himself quite calmly, in spite of his panicked body they can think just as creatively as a Force user. All I need now is a bit of luck.
Fortune was indeed on his side, as he felt the stomp of a foot millimeters away from where his head was, another two more beside him and not one hitting him directly. As soon as he was confident enough that one of the clones was at his feet, Aleko concentrated around himself to draw as much energy as he could to suddenly release it as he Force jumped out of his foxhole with a thick cloud of snow. He didn't intend to cover a lot of vertical distance, instead, he concentrated on horizontal velocity, so that he could gain a tremendous amount of momentum which he transferred into a crushing spin hook kick; the trooper couldn't stand a chance as its head got snapped forwards, then, backwards as it crashed into the snow, achieving at least a concussion, if not quadriplegia. There were two more, one further away from him than the other, confused by the sudden white spectacle; at first, it looked as if their colleague tripped a land mine, which added another layer of trouble over their situation, suspecting that they haphazardly found evidence of droid presence. It soon become obvious that it was the Jedi, as the second trooper fell flat on the snow floor after a projectile of sorts impacted his helmet, cracking it even; it was another blaster, launched at a staggering speed by Aleko, which now dashed straight at the last trooper. As a last ditch effort, he kept blasting away beams at him, but to no avail, as it seemed they would be caught by his palm without doing any damage; he then felt his own weapon ripped from his grip, then, woke up with a face full of his own blaster.
Stunned, the clone fell on his back, but did not have the chance to recover as Aleko performed an elbow drop. He stood back on his feet, completely covered in snow and ice, his left arm starting to hurt and his right elbow aching a little from the crazy stunt he performed. If he weren't so fast and rather chaotic, though, there is no telling if he would have survived three blasters firing straight at him.
One of these days, my plans will be my undoing, he thought, taking quick glances at the defeated clones on the ground.
He took a moment to ruffle his own hair to get some of the snow out, along with pulling some face-stretching grimaces to force open the blood flow through the veins and arteries; he barely felt his face anymore, save for the nose that stung hard enough to feel as if it split in two. He squinted his eyes as he looked above him and over the ridge of the dune, trying to determine where the other two clones would be. It seemed that they did not hear the commotion, but he was sure the three troopers he put down managed to alert the rest. As a matter of fact, Aleko thought he heard "delimit" and "Rancor rolling". In a sense, he felt flattered, knowing that his strength was compared to that of a Rancor, but he had to press on. Then, it struck him.
"Tasha." He muttered, his cracked lips barely moving as steam poured out of his mouth. "No- where are you?"
He couldn't feel her. He grew accustomed to her presence, after all, he saw her grow up under his tutelage for the past seven years; he knew exactly how her Force signature felt and he knew he could sense it from a considerable distance. But now, it feels as though, her voice within the Force was silenced. His eyebrows arched on their own, distraught taking over him as he rushed up the dune.
"Tasha." He tried to yell, but his frozen face didn't allow it.
Aleko forcefully shoved the robe aside as he reached for the hilt securely snatched onto his belt through the help of a holder clip and yanked it upwards. It was a hilt long enough to comfortably fit two hands, black horizontal grip lines crossed most of the slender shaft made out of a durable alloy. He slammed a knob on the side of the hilt, which allowed for the Diatium power cell to unleash the focused beam of condensed energy to erupt from the shrouded emitter. His right hand gripped the hilt close to the emitter shroud, the left hand quickly palmed the lowed end of the hilt, wrapping his gloved fingers over the hilt and the end cap.
"Tasha!" He whispered as he finally concentrated on his leg muscles before he sprung high in the air and over the ridge of the snow dune.
He immediately spotted two clone troopers, a Sergeant and an infantryman, rushing towards his general direction; as soon as Aleko emerged, the pointed their blasters at him and unleashed a number of bolts. The Jedi was on a landing trajectory, his knees cocked high and against his chest, but his arms jerking the lightsaber with a calculated precision, deflecting the first few shots into the snow with no effort. He was left rather vulnerable when he landed, the two troopers immediately took advantage and unleashed another salvo; he was forced to unlatch his left hand from his weapon and absorb to bolts, which shocked his arm to the point that it started trembling. Aleko started to grunt and pant from the pain, struggling to keep his left hand extended all the while he struggled to deflect two more shots with the lightsaber; he caught the weapon with both hands again, making it much easier for him to redirect one of the bolts dead straight back and against the Sergeant's blaster, essentially disarming him. The other trooper kept firing, but it was too late, as the Jedi was at an arm's length between the two; he redirected one last bolt into his left thigh and before another one bolt could be fired, he gracefully twisted the blade in a half-orbit, slicing off the barrel of the blaster. Using the momentum to his advantage, Aleko then rammed into the trooper with his shoulder, sending his foe off-balance; with two more calculated, snappy motions, the blade of his lightsaber cut across the trooper's right arm and the left side of his helmet, leaving red-hot traces of molten armor and flesh behind. He made sure he did not sever his limbs, though. The shock would be enough to put the trooper into syncope.
He immediately twisted his torso around and caught a bolt fired from a backup hand blaster the Sergeant carried, the last bolt Aleko could suffer for the day as his arm was instantly slammed against his torso with a massive, numbing throb of pain forcing a wince that drew blood from his desiccated lips. He clenched his palm into a fist, planting it against the right side of his chest; with a swift snap of his right wrist enforced by his whole body pivoting around his left heel, the green beam left a melting trail where it sliced half of the blaster off; using what was left of the momentum, he lifted his right leg to a height enough to slam the Sergeant's right wrist and finally, slam his right elbow square against the jawline of the helmet. It was over. None of them died from the wounds he inflicted, but if no one would tend to them soon enough, hypothermia would become a valid threat to their lives. Then, he noticed something shifting behind him. When he turned his gaze, he saw the trooper crawl away desperately. It made him sick. Only then, he realized how quick the whole situation unfolded. He had the advantage of the terrain from the beginning of the scuffle and he knew it; if he were to be trapped in an enclosed room or corridor, his chances would have been slim, no doubt. It didn't matter, he had the final assailant at the mercy of his blade. At his own mercy.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
But when peace and serenity are shattered by betrayal and pain, what will remain?
There is no death, there is the Force.
"Tasha." He lifted the heel that pinned the trooper and slammed it against his jaw, this time knocking him out.
Aleko sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a few moments, synchronizing with the deactivation of the lightsaber. He slowly opened them again when he felt his spirit calm down, taking a pitiful look at the defeated clone. He couldn't possibly rejoice over this victory as he felt he had lost. He turned then to the Sergeant and knelt beside him and broke into the hologram transmitter hidden in his right armor bracer and replayed the last transmission, but there were none to be replayed. He couldn't waste any more time, though, he had to find Tasha, reach their Cutlass-9 fighters and escape the frozen rock before reinforcements would arrive from orbit.
I cannot fight like this anymore. Blast it, I had to let that last bolt hit me, at least I could still use my left hand. The shoulder wound burns really badly, though... I need to get creative again.
Aleko, fortunately, never ran out of creativity.
Name: Aleko Gordan
Age: 35
Species: Human (Naboo)
Appearance: Standing at a solid 185 cm (6'1"), Aleko was blessed with an even boy build as he did not have to sacrifice dexterity over strength or vice-versa.
Force Abilities:
- Basic force abilities - While he did not combine force abilities into his duels, he had a passable amount of skill within the telekinetic arts of the force.
- Mind Trick - Aleko had spent enough time planting suggestions into people's minds to become highly successful with avoiding conflicts, helping him to escape from numerous tight situations. Only once did he successfully coerced a mercenary into friendly fire.
- Tutaminis - Aleko was known to have absorbed blaster projectiles and bursts of electricity into his body with his non-dominant hand and diffuse the energy away completely. He was confident that he could even parry a lightsaber strike with his bare hand, so long the contact wouldn't last for more than one second. After extended use, his entire left arm would go into a painful paresis, rendering it completely useless for a variable amount of time.
- Calming Aura - His presence within the Force was notable for being a peaceful one. Those who would stand in his proximity would be calmed down and comforted.
Non-Force Abilities:
- Lightsaber combat - Prominent user of Form V Djem-So subbranch, his main philosophy in lightsaber combat was to take full advantage of every opportunity to break or reach behind an opponent's defenses in order to end the fight. His overall stance in a duel, however, was a defensive one, thus he comfortably resorted to Form III, giving him the chance to observe his opponent's strategies and quirks; once he was confident that he could turn the tide of the fight, he would instantly switch to Form V by surprise. He would punish every tactical mistake of his opponent, whittling them down to the point they would collapse due to exhaustion, he would disarm them, or get away.
In other words, Aleko would wait for his opponent to believe they have the upper hand, while he would observe their movement, ticks and tactics; as soon as he had completed a repertoire of his enemy's combat abilities, he would parry and riposte, deflect and retaliate. One of his preferred tricks was to hold an opponent in a blade lock hard enough so that they would respond with a harder push, only to give in to the pressure and let the opponent stumble so that he could take advantage of the opponent's mistake.
As previously mentioned, Aleko was an avid practitioner of Tutaminis and would he had been force to use this ability often, his left arm would become useless. As such, he was forced to take a crash course in Form II so that he would be able to properly duel until his arm would recover from the shock. While he wasn't a very versed Makashi duelist, he could do enough to survive. - Unarmed combat - Although he preferred to keep both of his hands on his lightsaber hilt, he had a knack at integrating kicks and elbow jabs in his combinations to stun and throw enemies off balance.
- Intuitive tactics - While he did not delve too deep into military strategies, Aleko was able to devise plans in the middle of action, working best while under stress.
- Expansive mind - Aleko keeps his eyes and ears open to his surroundings and registers everything occurring around him so that he could use the terrain to his advantage and change the dynamics of his plans according to the situation.
- Basic piloting - He knew how to hold the controls of a ship, how to fly it and how to dock it. Not very proud of his limited skill.
- Field medic - While he did not cultivate his Force Healing abilities, he found passion in studying first aid and emergency medicine and was able to stabilize most wounds with the proper materials. He was knowledgeable of human, kel dor and twi'lek basic physiology.
Personality/Motivation: Aleko's good nature drove him to become a protector, loyally serving those who were in desperate need of his aid. He wanted to become a good example of the Jedi Order from the very first years of instruction, striving to become a prominent figure within the order. He even dreamed of joining the Jedi Council once he had proven his worth to the Order through his actions. Ever since he found this inner motivation, everything he studied was in favor for those around him and much less for his own personal gain; for the same reason, he preferred to take up a more tame combination of lightsaber dueling forms, which also perfectly matched with his calm presence and his more straightforward way of thinking.
He was a patient, stoic and stubborn human, but even if he had a more stern attitude throughout his later years, he was more than willing to help anyone that had the courage to approach him. He kept his mind open to change and adaptation and followed the rules as best as he could: if he had to break a certain rule in order to accomplish something for himself, he would refuse the thought, but if he was doing it for someone else, he was glad to step over some boundaries to make them happy. Diplomacy would be the very first weapon to pull out from his arsenal in any given situation and would resort to more drastic measures only in situations that demanded him to take action.
Paradoxically, Aleko suffered of loneliness. He found that his peculiar devotion to the force and the order had pushed him away from most of the Jedi practitioners; within this loneliness, he found motivation to learn more about the force, but at the same time, was struck by sadness, a strong emotion that left him cold and every so often make him question his true motivations. But, every time he would land his gaze upon aspiring young students and the unfortunate, he could shake off some of those emotions and continue with his work.
Biography
Secrets: Aleko was plagued by the thought of resorting to murder to end a fight. He did not know how such a dark thought crept up in his mind, but he was very troubled by it; this thought would emerge whenever he would fall in one of his depressive episodes. On other occasions, he would feel frustrated during some combat situations and wanted nothing more but to end the life of those he was fighting against, so that they wouldn't torment the innocent again some other day. The Jedi Code allowed for a life to be taken in very special circumstances, but by his standards, he never found himself in such circumstances. He even refused to eliminate the squad of clone troopers that turned against him, even though their betrayal deeply affected him. He did experience a strange fascination with death and wished to see one day how it feels to take a life away.
He kept his depressive state of the mind to himself and went great lengths to cover his feelings up, as to not trouble those around him. He only wished to spread calmness and generosity and to not leave his own weights on his comrade's minds.
Relations:
- Plo Koon - Aleko's master and mentor, he respected him greatly and even found a lot of his own traits within him.
- Tasha Yagbina - Aleko's former twi'lek padawan, was defeated soon after the Jedi Purge was ordered by Darth Sidious.
- To be completed
Greetings.
I have been talking with Mister @Sep over the last few days about the possibility of having another character live (and eventually die) through the Great Jedi Purge. My CS has been kindly approved (I totally did not coerce him using Force mind trick, what are you talking about?) by him and he allowed me to post it under the Characters tab. Those who wish to add my character under the Relations section are kindly invited to do so.
I will write my first IC post tomorrow, if not tonight. I am looking forward to collaborate with you all.
I have been talking with Mister @Sep over the last few days about the possibility of having another character live (and eventually die) through the Great Jedi Purge. My CS has been kindly approved (I totally did not coerce him using Force mind trick, what are you talking about?) by him and he allowed me to post it under the Characters tab. Those who wish to add my character under the Relations section are kindly invited to do so.
I will write my first IC post tomorrow, if not tonight. I am looking forward to collaborate with you all.
No prob, chief
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