Tue Sep 06, 2011 5:13 pm by The Holy Man
*The rain fell mercilessly, making the planet of Jabiim look more like Manaan. The air was thick with falling water and steam, while the ground was reduced to shallow running water and mud. Maximus stood at the entrance of Monsoon Mesa's courtyard, rain soaking his hair and clothes, the excess droplets running down his face. He had his lightsaber in hand, the violet blade already fighting to stay ignited in the downpour.
In front of Maximus stood thirty men, armed with blades. Thirty soldiers who had abandoned Dark Tide's military,only a fraction of the real number. These soldiers were the weak, the traitors, the men who could not commit to Dark Tide and it's Lords. These men were the betrayers, the pathetic, the dead. Maximus was here for one reason, and one reason only, and that was to kill every last one of them.
Maximus moved forward slowly, his lightsaber held horizontally to his right. As he came closer, the soldiers in front of him moved, creating a semi-circle in front of him. They moved as he did, closing their ranks around him to create a full circle. Maximus extended himself in the Force, feeling the life flowing from the soldiers. He could sense their fear, their hesitance, their hatred for the Lord of Dark Tide that was in front of them. They had all shown that they did not like Dark Tide, which was what led them all to this very moment. The tension in the air was so thick that a man could almost suffocate on it. Maximus raised his blade above his head in a two handed grip, the Guard of the Hawk. He looked around him, at every man in the circle, waiting for one or more of them to attack. He could see the hesitance in their eyes, the fear of death. Maximus just smiled at them all, knowing what was going to come next.*