Sewing the Seams. [Nestor, Dark Jedi]

[Nestor]

Nestor took the hits once more, feeling flesh bruise with each strike. He listened to the woman as he lay face down on the floor, his cybernetic arms propping him up.

"There are many reasons to many of my actions," He replied, laughing quietly as he pushed himself to his feet once again, "Could you perhaps be a bit more specific?"

He heard the words of the warrior-looking Dark Jedi, as they turned out to be, and was intrigued.

"Those ideals sound pretty close to my own," He said, looking away from the woman who had been handing out the welcome beating, "My research doesn't really co-exist with the laws and rules of governments and morality, only the laws and rules of science itself..."

He walked over and picked up his weaponry, strapping it back onto his person but not unsheathing any of it yet.

"So... if fight is what I must do, then so be it," Nestor said, standing tall and ignoring the pains as his looked at the woman, "Although I must say I prefer swordsmanship than simple brawling, if you would be willing?"

With his final question, he reached behind him an felt him mechanical fingers wrap around the hilt and draw the katana from it's sheath. Settling into the same guard he had used against Sanfis, two hands on the hilt, blade angled 45 degrees upward from the ground, he waited.

[Callista]

Acraea appreciated the assistance from Revan, even more so when the recruiting man took up his blades and offered to do battle.

A shake of her hip drew attention to the silver hilt clipped to her side. “Can that withstand the heat?” She asked, nodding to his weapon. At the distance she couldn’t tell exactly what metal his katana was fashioned from, but if need be she could procure a different blade…or make their skirmish extremely short lived.

[Nestor]

"Oh yes..." Nestor said, grinning beneath his mask, "Ask Sanfis, he knows all too well. Don't you, my friend?"

He glanced at the man in the sun mask, wishing he could see the reaction on his face. Then he looked back at the masked woman.

"Ladies first..." He said, grin vanishing, replaced by a look of seriousness. He knew that he was going to lose, but this was a matter of honour. He knew that standing there and taking a beating wasn't enough for these people, so now he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

[Callista]

A gloved hand lifted to palm the pewter mask, pulling it away to reveal her face, a stern expression set. This action was completely uncustomary, considering many of the Penumbran identities were even undisclosed amongst their own ranks. It did not seem to bother her one bit as she continued to strip from the rest of the Dark Jedi attire, letting it drop to the ground after removing her artillery. Kicking it to the side, she tossed the mask atop the pile. Clenching the saber hilt, she rolled her neck from side to side, working limber muscles beneath the dark leather catsuit.

Letting the expectation build between them, she continued the little pretense and then, without any indication, Force leapt up and directly at him. Igniting the violet blade mid-air above her head, she brought it down vertically with strength enough to cleave him in half as if he were nothing but a stick of butter.

[Nestor]

Nestor watched as the woman revealed her true self with little interest. She was attractive yes, but such things did not interest him. Flesh was weak. What form that flesh took was of little consequence.

It came as a shock how quickly the woman moved when she leapt up at him. He barely had time to lift his blade up, the horizontal cortosis-alloy catching the violet blade. The strength behind the attack forced Nestor down onto one knee, the cross blades centimeters from his face. Even with the enhanced strength of his cybernetic limbs, he struggled to keep the lightsaber from slicing his head in two. And so the two remained locked, Nestor unable to move without the violet blade seriously injuring if not killing him.

Ah Frakk... was the only thought that echoed through his mind.

[Callista]

Eyes glinted with vigor, muscles straining as all of her weight pressed down on top of him. Teeth were clenched hard enough that her lips were contorted into a closed mouth snarl. He was wearing armor and it was going to pain her later, but in order to break the standstill, she dropped her right hand from the hilt, simultaneously pulling her saber away.

His weapon moved; the strength he exerted to hold her back easily having sliced her in half had she not anticipated and sidestepped. The next proceedings happened at an alarming pace, allowing him miniscule reaction time. Leaning back, she kicked at his clenched hands. It was an action that cast the danger away enough for her to clasp the crown of his head with her free hand and yank, smashing it into a raised knee. There was no time allowed to grimace at the instant bruising of muscle as she pivoted and danced a step back to put herself behind him, then drew her saber to slice downward at his exposed right shoulder.

[Nestor]

Nestor felt no pain in his hands, but the knee to the face made his head spin. It felt like his mind was exploding, his vision going black. He knelt there, reeling. When his vision began to return, there was something lying on the ground beside him, a long slender object, black and silver.

What is that...?

Then it hit him. He looked at his right shoulder. It didn't hurt, but it was a shock nonetheless. His arm was severed, lying there beside him. His sword lay in front of him. Looking up at the woman, he was breathing heavily as he reached for his sword with his remaining hand. He was not done yet...

[Callista]

There was a split second opportunity and she took it. Lopping off the other arm before he was able to fully grasp his weapon, Callista then moved around to face him, gazing at the unarmed man…literally. Letting the tip of her blade cant downwards, she powered it off, her facial expression remaining stoic despite what she had done. Had his arms not been bionic she would have felt a bit more remorse, but she knew that he would be able to refasten them given the initial help and materials.

“Hardly the man now, hmm?” A toe went to nudge one of the hands. She didn’t really think this was a completed lesson, but having done the brunt of the damage already, wasn’t sure exactly how much more it would take to break him down. Just in case, she sent out a Force message to one of the absent Penumbran members…

[Leandra]

Oh, how she hated being summoned. Chocolate eyes rolled visibly as she rose from the window seat perch she had taken to view the happenings in the Garden below. She had watched with a raised brow as the normal proceedings took a turn they hadn’t ever before. The Matriarch had gone so far as to remove her visage and had even fought the man.

Wonder what Lykaios would think of what we’ve become… she mused to herself, shaking her head. It seemed to her that they had spiraled downward since his departure; another reason she had chosen to take to the shadows.

Quickly donning her customary attire and porcelain, white mask, she set out to join the party in the cobblestone square. Whatever she was needed for wasn’t going to end pretty for anyone present…

[Nestor]

As Callista nudged the severed limb, it jerked violently and grabbed her foot. Nestor smiled, it's grip would be weak, but it's reflexes still seemed to work. Good craftsmanship and design. He looked to the other arm to see it dragging itself along the floor in circles.

Slowly, he tried to stand up, but ended up overbalancing and falling again. With no way of breaking his fall, he felt his ribs bruise. His face flushed with frustration as he tried again... and again. Finally he managed to stand up, standing tall before the unmasked woman. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another newcomer.

"And you think removing my arms would make me more sympathetic to your cause? How odd... it doesn't seem to have worked."

There was no doubt about it, Nestor was insane. Even in the face of death he taunted, teased and prodded at the reaper. He had spent his life trying to find a solution to mortality but whenever his own life seemed to be at risk, it seemed to any observer like he was looking for death. In reality, he was baiting death, goading it to try and take him so that he may overcome it.

[Xion]

::OOC: Hope you don't mind my posting since it seemed like a good time.::


Xion started to get impatient, it was clear that the effect they were trying to get from the man was a failure. In fact she found the limbs moving on their own slightly disturbing, but then this was her first experience being near mechanical body parts. The fact that someone would go to such extremes to do such things to their body really bugged her. Oh she understood, but it was disturbing.

Her voice even altered by a voice modifier sounded bored "I don't think kicking him to the ground and chopping off body parts is going to succeed in gaining what you desire my lady. In fact all it's doing is turning limbs in to caterpillars, which I will fully admit to finding it gross. Honestly...if he's useful and is willing to follow orders and whatever rules you set, why waste time instead of putting him to work? I'm bored..."

With that she walked to a wall and leaned against it one foot propped up and her arms crossed. She stifled the urge to yawn and simply turned her head to watch, but she wanted something exciting to see or do. If being summoned to watch new ones come was like this all the time she'd gladly pass. If you wanted to torture something for fun she'd pass on watching.