Two Masters vs The Force Incarnate

~~~(POV: Nathan Opal)~~~

~~~(Location: Tatooine)~~~

The Jedi Master who's leaped in to save his friend has an incredible amount of turmoil in him. He's shielding his mind, but I already have his name. Master Rezark and his Twi'lek features are prominent. Don't see many of them as Jedi's, one of the lucky ones, in my opinion. "Master Rezark! Stand down at once!" Satele is staying calm and trying to keep reason.

Master Karr darts his head at Satele and scowls, baring his teeth. "He's too dangerous to exist, Grandmaster! You need to accept he isn't the kid you took as a Padawan! He's too far gone to redeem!" That's the smuggler calling the bounty hunter greedy. He's the one that's fallen. My use of the force isn't light or dark. I haven't fallen to any side.

The twirl of my blade in my hand catches the attention of Nomen Karr. Master Rezark has yet to break eye contact. "Are you going to keep me waiting any longer? I'm starting to think you're scared to advance." Unbalancing a freshly fallen Jedi makes for some good practice. While Nomen Karr focuses his anger on me, Satele looks at me in disappointment.

Both Masters intend to see this through until the end, and there isn't anything to change their minds. I could, but I'm not going out of my way to do something benevolent. I'm not here to be friends with anyone. "Don't you mock me, boy! I've been in more battles and killed more people than any Jedi before me!" That's debatable, but I've achieved my mind game.

He leaps at me, attacking with wild strikes and powerful blows. Master Rezark tries to help, but he can't get in any significant attacks due to the wild blows of Nomen Karr. Master Karr has lost his finesse and skill, trading it for something that's less effective against me. I switch from Niman to Ataru and begin laying on an assault.

His stamina falters, and I Force Blast him away, and I hear some of the bones in his body break as he flies. Screaming in pain on the desert floor. Master Rezark engages me, and he's much more focused and uses what a Jedi Master should be using. Skill and patience. He's using Makashi and Soresu, meaning Ataru will have limited effectiveness against him.

I leap away and shift into my custom stance, preparing to use Niman and Shien, along with D'jem So. "Don't progress forward, Master Rezark! You can't win against him!" Satele is trying to convince him to stop, and he's considering it. He slowly takes steps back and keeps his blade towards me. He eventually reaches Nomen Karr and tries to ask him if he's alright.

This has gone on long enough, and I'm no longer having fun. My lightsaber turns off, and I throw my hand forward. Everyone it locked in my grasp, and I put them on their knees. They all float towards me, and they're kneeling at my feet. "You'll pay... For this..." Nomen Karr is struggling to get out, and so are the others.

My lightsaber shoots back onto my belt with a thought, and I squat down. My eyes bore into Sateles. "While the Jedi and Republic are the lesser evil, what's happened here is a perfect example of what's wrong." She wants to retort, but I don't let her. My eyes shift to Marisa, and she looks so sad. Pitying me, she can feel that way if she wants. No consequence to me.

A huge ship appears above the area, and it's followed by support ships. My connection to the force tells me everything I need to know. "General Garza, huh... Never thought the head of special forces would come here herself... Maybe I should tear that ship apart, so I don't have to deal with this rancor shit anymore." Satele and the rest of the Jedi's struggle to get free after I say that.

While the light show of a Capital Ship being ripped apart would be fun, I can sense General Garza on the ship, and her intentions aren't to fight. "You know, it's time for a demonstration..." While I'm going to leave the Capital Ship alone, I'm not not going to spare the support ships. My hand raises, and I grip the ships, and I crush my hand. Using Force Crush on all the support ships.