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Cubolla spun away, cutting the catwalk two times quickly as a sloppy square broke off. He jumped off the catwalk, out of view for many moments before finally coming around the other side of Animus, cutting off the catwalk, and since he has it cut on the other side already it began to fall away. To make sure he wouldn't be able to jump onto the main platform, He again used a force strike to throw the catwalk off to the side and deeper into oblivion. He hopped off of the metal as it too fell and he turned off his lightsaber, walking over to the controls of the Core, pressing buttons and switches, taking out a disk, it seemed like he was in a transe-like state, as if reliving something. Pulling a hatch off with the force he pulled down a huge lever with his saber holding hand, two fingers outstretched. "Just like before" he said satisfied as the room turned red, the core's shields turned off, and left to the open air began to corrode and meltdown to explosion.
He floated away to the other side of the catwalk, looking down into the oblivion, to see if the Ordinis was finished.

Cubolla stood there, feeling a disturbance in the force, even from the dreamstate. "If I am to be ended here, so shall you be." With that he clutched his head, force screaming as the metal vibrated, and red energy formed around him, seeping through his body. He used his Force Rage, running much faster toward him as he swung mighty strikes of Atdjemkan, a mixture of three forms. It would be burning his energy up soon enough, but Animus wouldn't be able to hold up against him now, he held confidence in that as he spun wildly, but coordinated and balanced attacks as he jumped over the man several times during his flury of blows, each one knocking Animus' lightsaber around, tempered with the quickness and positioning of Sokan and the acrobatics of Ataru. This was all under the belt of his Force Rage, which made everything wild and hard to see coming as he fluiently spun in circles and didn't stop once.
He flipped his saber around him and spun it in lightning fast, wild windmills before finally meeting Animus' again, who was doing the same thing. Pieces of the wall began to break off in chucks and fly toward the catwalk. The catwalks were too long to jump across from one side to another, but being in the middle it was just enough for Cubolla to make as he jumped over Animus one last time, trying what he did on Kyle but in full form. However the skilled Animus broke the move just as it started; something that Kyle tryed to do, but failed. Darth Cubolla, thinking quick used one last final Djem-so move to knocked the saber of Animus out of the way as he jumped at him, kicking him not once but twice, the second had Cubolla turning in mid kick, a force strike coming from his foot and a force jump as well. His Rage was almost over as the rocks crashed and knocked the last catwalk off completely, leaving Cubolla just barely on the other side, making him crawl to the door as he turned around on his back and getting up via a panel on the wall. His legs felt like they were jelly from all the energy he used up to finish off Anibus, which what was happening. He couldn't get across anymore, and Cubolla knew he had one, or so hoped it that he believed he did. He gave a cracked, miniacle, weak and crazy laugh at the man on the other side. "Haaaaa... aaah. It ends again just like it did before, Jedi!" He yelled out at him as he opened the hatch next to the door that held him up, and weakly pulled a lever, which closed the emergency blast doors, though he wasn't sure if he could make it to the end of the hall in time to get out of this section, which wouldn't be enough to stop the explosion from killing him too. He frantically turned around and ran, falling halfway as he crawled over to the door, using anything he could to hold the door up as he tryed to slide through it.

He crawlled out from under the door, as the wall bent inward and heated up. And then snow was falling, and the door cooled. And then it was gone. Simply gone. He turned around and thought he was finally on Hoth, but soon noticed it not to be. Animus was here too, and that made him furious. He didn't have much strength left, but since he left that area, it seemed to be getting back to normal slowly. If he could talk around fighting for a bit longer, of not be noticed yet, then he'd be able to continue, he was sure of it. "This is one of your worlds I suppose then, Animus. Andos Prime, is it not?" Cubolla had his saber away already, seemingly acting like he hadn't exploded in rage a few seconds ago. "When did this start, this Dreamworld?" He quizzically asked the Ordinis.

He had already reformed his posture as the man was walking over. It was so subtle a move that he shouldn't have notice of it. "Hardly so, Mestre Animus." He laughed again "A very resoursful one you are, any other would have died there, with the old Jedi's soul." He didn't seem bothered by the cold, in fact almost seemed to not notice it at all. A little blood leaked from his mask's eyes, hissing roaring with the wind. "This is why I don't use that damnable ability anymore!" He fussed, practically ripping off his mask as a pool of blood shown inside of it, as the hood of the Sith covered his face, looking downward. He picked up snow and used it to wipe the blood away, attaching it to his belt as he pulled down his hood. The Sith's face was pale as cleaned bone, and his eyes were a golden, red rimmed Iris. However what was strange about him was the thick, short horns of a Zabrak, his tattoos fitting such a race. A disturbing thing though was the fact that he lacked a lower jaw, his tonue hanging out openingly in the air. Blood was leaking from his eyes, from the ammount of energy he had used. He again wiped this away and quickly placed his mask back one, and then it's hood, and then after that, his cloak's hood. He looked up at the Ordinis finally, laughing again "I've already had my fair share of losses, as you can see." It was a horrible truth; and it gave a question; how did he speak, if he couldn't form such sounds without his jaw?!

"Indeed... I have existed for almost two centuries, only recently coming back to Known Space. As for this dreamworld, I know not why I am here. Whilst tinkering with most interesting a crystal for my lightsaber on Hoth, A wave of force had taken me by surprise, as if out of no-where. It was only a small wave at first, and luckily I was able to finish the crystal before falling into this blasted coma of sorts. These markings appeared on my body, and had, at first, cracked my flesh. He took out his lightsaber again, examining it. "You did notice the strange black core did you not? It is very strange, the crystal doesn't work without the right tampering." He looked down at the ground, staring for a moment as he looked back up at Animus, "Well, how do we leave here, then?"

((This sucks...but if I want to RP, I gotta do this))

As Cubolla said those words, the world began to rip away, simple white light taking place before it. "Well, I suppose this is the end then? I will meet you in your space, when I finish some important things I must take care of...I fear there is a disturbance, in my order." He held a hand over his eyes as the light enveloped them both, destroying the dreamworld.

Cubolla had to struggle to awake and break his coma, concentrating as he tyed to open his eyes, but only the eyes of his dreamself opened. He consentrated harder, holding his head as he tryed to break from his body, his eyes feeling as if they were to pop out. Soon though, the Lord of Secrets woke, his breathing coming back to normal in the real world. Darth Cubolla was back.