Some Crack For dark_lord_revan

[skywalker_twin]

Leia stalked the Vengeance's bridge, glaring at any of the crew foolish enough to look at her.

"Find that ship, Admiral! My displeasure you can survive; the displeasure of the Emperor, on the other hand..." she left the comment hanging.

Admiral Korne blanched and began yelling instructions at the bridge crew. Slightly mollified as the Star Destroyer moved into hyperspace, Leia decided to stand menacingly at the view port instead, hands clasped behind her back. As they dropped out of hyperspace, a tiny speck on the edge of visibility could be seen.

"Madam," Korne said carefully. "Sensors indicate that that ship is the one we seek."

"Good. Bring it in." With that, Leia turned on a heel and strode from the bridge, heading for the hanger bay.

As she went, she felt the faint shudder of the tractor beam as it locked on to its target. She smiled. Her brother would be at her mercy very, very soon...

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[skywalker-twin.livejournal.com]

Leia's seething. She hates Force Lightning. She gives Revan a hooded glare, hand clenching near her 'saber hilt. She hasn't grabbed it yet, some deeply rooted discipline staying her hand.

She can almost hear his voice in her mind - such a vile and hated thing in and of itself. The evil cackle as he congratulates her on her feelings, goading her on to sink further into her fury and use the power it grants.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she turns her face away from Revan. Leia really hates the Emperor.

[dark-lord-revan.livejournal.com]

It doesn't require a quick look into the young woman's mind to know what she must be thinking - because there are very few people who would not be thinking the same thing in a situation like this. They might have different motivations, but the ultimate thought would remain.

Revan smirks, though the expression is devoid of any genuine amusement. "Go ahead," she says, softly. "Do it. Draw your weapon. Draw it and face me."

A good duel would really help right about now. All this pent-up emotion is going straight to Revan's head. And by the Force, she wants more!

[skywalker-twin.livejournal.com]

Regardless of the fact that it may be suicidal, her hilt is automatically in her hand, having been called by the force. The silver and black handle is held lovingly in Leia's grip and the red blade blazes to life.

Nearly panting with anger, the young girl launchs her attack, almost literally; with a cry, she springs forth from her semi-kneeling position, blade raised a defensive-strike.

[dark-lord-revan.livejournal.com]

Much better.

With a very nasty grin, Revan spins her own lightsaber hilt, both red blades arcing into existence at once. Immediately drawing on the flood of bright, incredible emotion filling her mind, she leaps at Leia.

And is instantly on the offensive. Of course. Old habits die painfully.

[skywalker-twin.livejournal.com]

Leia's not used to being deligated to the defensive so quickly. Then again, she's never had the chance to fight someone this powerful before.

Her brother was weak and unprepared for her. It was such an easy victory, but sill...he had potential.

This, however...this was strange, not having the upper-hand. Her arm feels the jolt as the blades clash, buring the air around them. She jumps back in an attempt to get her bearings, sweeping her blade to defend against both ends of the other's 'saber.

[dark-lord-revan.livejournal.com]

Part of Revan has little patience with this young woman. Part of her wants to simply go all-out, with every intention of striking her down here and now. But on the other hand... on the other hand, other Sith, or other potential Sith, interest Revan rather too much. For obvious reasons.

Even so. She keeps her concentration on the battle for the moment, bringing her 'saber blades around in quick succession, intent on making this challenging.

And as she does, Revan mentally reaches out, trying to touch the other woman's mind. She won't be able to go far whilst focusing on the duel, but still. It could prove interesting.

[skywalker-twin.livejournal.com]

Leia rebuffs the Force-probe as best as she can as she parries against the double blades. Of course, she needs to keep moving to keep ahead of both of Revan's blades.

[dark-lord-revan.livejournal.com]

Revan stops trying to get into Leia's mind. It's always worth a try, but any extra effort now is going to be distracting, and she'd rather stay focused on the fight.

A good duel always makes her feel... more alive. Though it's been said by far too many people that 'Revan' and 'alive' should not be in the same sentence. Or, galaxy.

"Better," she says, over the roar of the lightsabers - assessing others never being far off her mental radar - "let your hatred fuel you. Let it flood every ounce of your being."

This doesn't mean she's any less interested in causing some serious damage, however.

[skywalker-twin.livejournal.com]

And Leia's had it with that double blade. She uses the Force to propel her far from Revan, hoping to gain a long enough respite...regardless of whether she gets it, though, she draws a second hilt from somewhere, nearly identical to the one she currently wields.

The second blade blazes to life in crimson fire, and she twirls the two before falling into a defensive posture.

And then she's leaping back into the battle...

Seems she's picked up more then genetics from her daddy, eh?

[dark-lord-revan.livejournal.com]

Much better.

With a smirk, Revan moves into a renewed attack, red blades dancing through the air. But as she does, she starts considering other responses - given that simple saber-to-saber combat is not the answer here anymore. This woman is slightly too interesting now to kill outright.

Revan would rather talk to her first. Some would call that a fate worse than death, given how... bloody-minded she can be. In more ways than one.

"You still have not told me your name," she remarks, giving no explanation to this nigh-on non sequitur.

[skywalker-twin.livejournal.com]

Leia matches Revan well enough, working both blades in that distinctive style.

She gives Revan a slight sneer as she speaks, and uses the brief break to flip both handles to hold them as the handle-bars of a speeder. Then she brings her fists together and the light snap of them locking together can be faintly heard.

"Neither have you."

[dark-lord-revan.livejournal.com]

"Actually, I have," Revan throws back. "Which means you had better start talking."

Now that is an interesting lightsaber. Revan makes a mental note to find out where it came from.