"I dont need a Saber to win..." (PAFP, Female needed, Star Wars AU)

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    Two months had passed since that day...


    Hahka had taken over nearly a quarter of the Galaxy. Many planets now flew his banner and many people pledged their names to him. The Jedi were a mere fraction of what they used to be and the sith were all but gone. All of their ranks turning to the Onyx banner. The only remenants of the Jedi was the counsel on Corrusant. But they were making no open moves against him.


    Since that fight between the Two. Hahka had kept her at arms length. He made no more jokes toward her. Was harsh but fair in his teachings. But outside of lessons and training he never seemed to speak to anyone. He was always working or fighting.


    Could that be healthy?

    Contessa had fallen much into the same pattern as her master. Though, in her down time, Contessa had been drinking more than usual. Surprisingly, it was among the few things the jedi had been allowed to do and she had always relied on it when times were rough.


    She was exhausted, between her training and less thanks healthy habits, Contessa almost always had a headache. Luckily for others, Contessa did not get drunks, she had enough to feel it's effects but never enough that it got her into trouble. After a particularly rough training session last night, Contessa was still curled into a bed of blankets, awake but too tired to clamber from her bed.


    The blanket brushed her face and she inhaled it's scent. She could stay here in this moment for ever if she could. She rolled over, and sat up. Contessa should have gotten up hours ago, b it frankly everything hurt. She felt tense and tired all at the same time and with training being her only form of release Contessa was more than sick of it.


    Train and follow Hahka's ever command like a mindless drone was becoming old for Contessa but she dared not to speak out against him however unhappy she may have been. At least she was growing in terms of power. She finally stood from her bed, the chill in the air obvious. As a twi'lek, she ran a few degrees hotter than the average human and accordingly, got colder easier. Deciding to pull on her armor immediately that day, Contessa stripped down her sleepwear and pulled the wonderfully crafted clothes on.

    Hahka stood on the observation deck of his flag ship and watched space slip by below. Their current destination was a resupply point. His ships needed more ammo and fuel along with other supplies. After that they were heading to Corrusant. To crush out the last of those that would resist him.


    As he paced the glass windows. He bit his lip in thought. Something continued to hug him to this day about the vision he had. But he couldn't remember what it was for the life of him. In the end he guessed it didn't matter. After he was done with the Jedi. Then it would be time to test Contessa...for the last time.


    As much as he hated to admit it. Contessa had surpassed him two months ago. He just needed to unlock everything she restricted. And he had a plan to draw that power out of her.

    Contessa moved through the halls in silence, the only other noise the sound of her footsteps and the force humming in her ear cones. She passed a few soldiers who saluted her but she said nothing heading to the observation deck.


    The indistinct charter of solidiers and operators rang in her head, causing her head tails to ache. Her eyes fell on Hahka, but she didn't greet him, instead being intercepted by a soldier who spoke to her in excitement. She responded blandly, and he went about his way. Though she had answered, Contessa wasn't entirely sure she had even answered correctly. Her eyes remained open in a half-lidded stare. She felt heavy and obviously hung over. Her plump lips drawn downward in a frown. "Morning, master." She spoke dryly, despite the fact she knew it probably wasn't morning.

    Hahka looked back at her for a moment then nodded and when back to staring out the window.


    "You may rest for today..." The words came quietly, "take today to rest and train how you see fit. Don't overdo it...you have a very important test soon." He then cupped his hand behind his back and closed his eyes. Feeling the force flow around him. But Contessas presence was staggering. She had made fantastic progress. He couldn't wait to see her at her best.

    Contessa sighed quietly," Once the Jedi Council on Coruscant are dealt with, do you think we would have some spare time on planet? I have some things I would like to look into." She asked quietly, since she was no longer a jedi, Contessa was interested in looking into her birth, and since she was born on Coruscant she could look into the jedi temple's records for where they collected her from.


    The purple twi'lek crossed her arms as she thought, she could train lightly in preparation for whatever test Hahka had for her, or she could find out what was obviously vexing her master. "Is something the matter?" She eyes examining him for any indication of issue.

    Hahka turned and looked at her and chuckled softly, "Of course. I'll give you full access to the planet and any buildings you may need to investigate" he then sighed again and his eyes settled on her. They seemed to rest on her chest area but the truth was he was looking right through her, "It is nothing that would concern you Contessa...if you don't wish to train. Use the time to celebrate. You're almost done with your training..." He then smiled at her though she couldn't see it. But his eyes had a deep sorrow in them as he turn away and looked back out the window.


    Something then rumbled deep in the ship and a loud sound of metal breaking rumbled from somewhere deep in the core. The comms then lit up with all kinda of activity. Somehow one of the warships had been boarded by hostiles and a man with a strange weapon. As the information was relayed. A crushing presence washed over all the force users. As if a god had entered their midst.

    She was prepared to ask if he would like to join her, her idea of celebration included drinking a fine wine, but the presence that washed over almost deafened her. The force was buzzing it's new excitement, but her lekku were trembling though not in fear. "What is that?" She hissed through clenched teeth, her hands attempting to muffle a sound that wasn't actually being heard by covering her ear cones. Contessa's eyes looked to the console's various warnings lighting up, "An intruder?" With this kind of power?! "Hahka? What's happening?" She asked unsure of herself.

    "Your final test..."


    A collision warning blared and suddenly the flagship rocked as the stolen warship rammed into it the two ships then veered and started toward the planet below. It was mygeeto. An undeveloped world used to wage war between the Jedi and sith for years.


    Hahka sighed and looked at Contessa then smiled sadly again, "I believe in you Contessa..." He then outstretched a hand and she flew into the hall. Two guards caught her and rushed her to and escape pod. Where they shoved her in and locked it.


    "Sorry maam. Hahkas orders"


    The escape pod then launched. Giving her a view of the two ships as they dove toward the planets surface.

    "What do you mean?" She asked, stepping back slightly, resisting the soldiers slightly. "Hahka!" She hissed, angerily. Contessa had little time to resist, but the moment the escape pod launched she began to panic. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! She tried to access the comms, to figure out what in the actual hell he had met, but watching the warships plummet allowed a whole new wave of panic to wash over her.


    // Tessa is currently in wtf mood

    As she entered the atmosphere. The air burned around her. Her landing zone was right outside of a destroyed city.


    Above the two ships crashed toward the planet. If one looked closely they could see two dots on the hulls of each ship. A dropship flew near the wreaks and it's live feed was made available for connection.


    On the screen. Hahka and the odd man from the vision were standing with swords drawn. Facing each other. Talking about something.


    Hahka then jumped into the air and attacked. His sword glowing as he came down like a storm. His sword slashed right past the odd man as he dodged out if the way. The ship below was sheared in two. The halves falling toward the planet glowing red hot.

    Once Contessa escape pod landed with a bang, she found herself trapped within attempting to get out. Her frustration and worry for her master finally got to her and she used the force to bust the door to her escape pod down. The force was a mess and she was still disoriented, but watching a ship get cut in half took her breath away. How was this a test?!

    Hahka snarled as his attack missed it's mark. He then turned around as someone tapped on his shoulder. He looked to see the man floating in the air over him. The man then used and impossibly strong force push to send Hahka flying between the two halves.


    The two ships then impacted. Kicking up a storm of dust and debris. Somewhere amongst the wreak was Hahka and his foe fighting. Above in space. Onyx forces we're trying to reorganize and get settled in.

    Contessa began to weigh her options, obviously the man in the sky was something she had never seen before. Wreckage began to fall from the sky, staining Mygeeto's grey foggy skies with fire as the battle above struggled to recover from such a devastating blow. Snow was falling, but it began to mix with ash turning the ground a greyish shade, smoke pouring from the warship, staining parts of Contessa's purple face black. Time seemed to slow for Contessa, her breathing becoming ragged with anger. She was remembering lessons. Fight for something. Channel her emotions. Everything she had fought for was being destroyed above her.


    Now was not the time to panic, five seconds of fear. Just five seconds. 5...do something...4...their going to die if you don't move...3...everything could be destroyed...2...you'll fail Hahka...1...move. Move! MOVE! Contessa willed herself to move, using the force to speed up her moments focusing on her master and his opponent while using falling wreckage to build a path to where she needed to go, igniting her lightsaber as she jumped from piece to piece. The force was pounding in her head, flowing around her as though it was apart of her, using it as though it was simply an extension of her mind, bending it to her will.

    As she made it to the center of the wreak she would spot Hahka and the.man fighting. Syndicate sdiers we're fighting odd looking men in white armor with wings painted on the back. But all of the men ignored the two swordsmen as they fought hard. Hahka was drawing heavily on the force. Using it to enhance his strength and speed. His entire left side of his body was glowing white as his Cybernetics were being overclocked to give him even more power.


    Hahka launched forward and swung at the man but missed and instead punched a hole in the hull of the downed ship. He then turned and swiped several times with his sword. Before jumping onto the hull near him and launching at him impressivly fast. His boot connected with the side of the man's head and sent him flying into the shadows of the crashed ship. Not stopping for a break. Hahka sprinted into the darkness after him.


    An explosion rocked the ground under everybody. Hahka then came flying out through one of the metal walls and landed in the snow and Ash and tried to get up. Groaning.


    The man stepped out of the dark and landed on the snow. His long white hair and piercing blue eyes seemed to glow softly as he paced around Hahka sword on his shoulder. The crushing presence was coming from him!


    Hahka slowly stood and brought his sword to bear. Blood was leaking from his mask and small wounds on his body. His armor and robes we're mostly in tatters. The man looked mostly unharmed and something was stuck to the back of his armor. Upon closer inspection it was a metal wing attached to what seemed to be a jetpack.


    The two then squared off and settled into stances. The two then rushed forward again and clashed blades in a beautiful and powerful exchange. The sound of the swords colliding was almost musical as the two hit hard for a flat tone and both skidded back. The two then both entered a quick draw stance and seemed to telleport behind each other. Both of them standing still as the air took on a deafening silence.


    A lock off man hair fell off his head and the seal on Hahkas mask shattered and the mask fell off his face to the ground revealing his face. Golden eyes and a long scar running down the left half of his face. But what was most alarming was all 63 soldiers froze. Then blood errupted from all of them in an impressive display of speed and strength. The two had hit everyone around then in one strike. Only Contessa was unharmed.

    Contessa's eyes widened, one of the soldiers falling right before her. Literally inches from her. It was the only sound she could hear besides her own beating heart. Hahka's mask was cast to the ground, her violet eyes wide in awe, her lips parted in shock. Her eyes turned to the white-haired man, her hand clenching around her lightsaber. Her expressive eyes seemed to glaze over, and it seemed like with each inhale, the force felt like it was being sucked from the air. Seeing Hahka like that seemed to unlock the last bit of her restraints, she didn't notice she was running towards the white haired man until she was nearly upon him.


    With a shriek of rage, the force seemed to come crushing down on the man, Contessa taking a leap behind it moving at an impossible speed. Her blows were much harder and faster than anything she had ever used when training with Hahka. Her natural grace and dexterity seemed forgotten, appearing as child's play as she cut through the air with her saber, even if her blade didn't connect, the force seemed to extend from the end, cutting through snow and ice several feet deep.

    The man smiled softly and blocked several of her saber attacks and even countered a few. He then crossed his sword with hers and chuckled, "You're strong young one..." He then pushed her back and blocked a blow from Hahka. But the force of the impact caused all of the ice in a three meter radius to shatter into the air making a cloud of shards around them.


    The man then kicked Hahka back through the hull of the Flagship. He then focused on Contessa and smiled before pushing forward. Swinging his sword fast and hard. Trying to push her farther back

    Contessa groaned under the pressure, but held her own as their blades met, redirecting his blow mostly away from her, "I know this, old man." She mocked. Recieving only a deep gash across her thigh. She used the force to put a good bit of distance between them for a moment, her eyes flicking to Hahka in worry.


    She redirected her focus to the wreckage around them, using the force to hurl large pieces of debris at him as she approached him again. Running towards him and leaping at the last moment, Contessa put herself behind him. When she landed, the force seemed to amplify her landing sending a wave of energy to push the man back. Contessa didn't bother to focus on anything else but the man in front of her as she attacked him with her saber again.

    The man chuckled and parried her sword with a flick of his wrist. He then jumped high into the air and the metal wing on his Mack extended. Flapping once and keeping him aloft as he dove down on his target. He impacted near Contessa and sent her flying into the hull of the ship. He then caught the pieces she threw and sent them piling on top of her.


    A boot then connected with the side of his head and sent him stumbling. Hahka stood with blood dripping down his face. The impact had done some damage but not enough to keep him out of the fight.


    The two then clashed again swinging wildly. Each clang of their swords causing a mini shockwave as they both tried to end this fight.


    Unfortunately. The man was faster.


    The two matched each other blow for blow. As if fighting a mirror. The swords sparked once again but the man used the momentum of the recoil to backspin and bring his sword right into Hahkas Sternum. The blade coming out of his back as he looked down at the blade and coughed blood.

    Contessa had taken a good bit of damage from the blow, pulling herself out of the wreckage to see Hahka get stabbed. She struggled to stand up, one her lekku had been damaged and the pain was blinding, every bit of her hurt. "No..." She whimpered, limping closer holding her side.


    Anger washed over her, much stronger than previously. Her wounds seemed to heal themselves as she rushed the man, fury emitting from her like rabid beast. She slammed into him, hoping to use the fact he stabbed Hahka as a deterrent, her lightsaber aiming right for his open side, Contessa hoping to cut him in half literally.