Insects

[Lord Zaeon]

All of the blaster discharges were reflected instantly, they flew towards the sky, where he had reflected them. He wa s on top of the goons in a second. His hands sliced furiously, while the other sabers slashed through others.

[Xazz]

"So the mutt knows some tricks," he whispered to himself.

[Lord Zaeon]

There were parts flying everywhere, and screams could be heard aloud. This continued until only one was left. All 7 of his lightsabers were spinning. "PLease... spare me..." He whimpered. Bernon grinned, and sliced him to bits.

[Xazz]

"And I thought my Master was mercyiless," said Airikia. "Seems the Jedi wannabe is just as brutal..." he trailed off a devilish grin plastered on his mug.

[Lord Zaeon]

The blades of the sabers all retracted, Bernon grinning madly. "This'll give the city something to talk about." He said.

[Xazz]

"A Sith in the making. Master will want to know this," and he turned the camera off and slipped away into the shadows.

[Lord Zaeon]

Bernon thought he heard something. He didn't give it any attention though.

[Xazz]

((he is too!!))

Airikia went to his sister's large house on the east side, catching a ride on a public transport; much to his ditest, and ran up the steps and putting his hand on the pad and the door unlocked for him. He went inside.

[Lord Zaeon]

Bernon continued walking. He put his hands on his head in boredom.

[Xazz]

Airikia sat at a long desk a hollow projecter in front of him. He dialed in his master's number. Knowing he wouldn't get her he prepared his message and fixed his memory from his camera into a slot and slid it into place and loaded it so that after he was done talking it would play automatically.

He wasn't dissapointed when he got her machine. There was a ping and he began. "Master, that ronan followed me after you left. He asked many questions, I answered none. After that he got into a fight, still following me, on the street. He is a weilder of seven sabers, a user of the Force... and a mad man who I think could be turned. But I will leave you to decide that, Master. I got his fight on my goggle-cam. And once I'm a done here it will play. Tell me if my asumption was correct," and he pressed a few buttons and the recording clicked off and the message was sent. Now all he had to do was wait.

[Lord Zaeon]

Bernon continued walking, hearing sirens in the distance. He let out a small laugh, entering another restaurant.

[Xazz]

((He really could be a Sith too...))

[Lord Zaeon]

((yeah, he really doesn't have an allegiance now))

[Xazz]

((he would be an awsome Sith....))

[Lord Zaeon]

((lol))

[Xazz]

((he would!! I think we need to make another thread about a Sith trying to get him to become a Sith.... that would be coolness-ess))

[Lord Zaeon]

((Do you want to?))

[Xazz]

((if he would become a Sith. Otherwise it would be pointless))

[Lord Zaeon]

((he would...))

[Xazz]

((give me a bit. I need to think of somthing))

[Lord Zaeon]

((...))