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Post by The Narrator on May 16, 2013 11:12:01 GMT -8
-Ashrah-
The fight on the Station had been relatively brief, but no less violent and bloody than a dawn out ground assault. The Jedi fought like the caged animals they were, and Ashrah himself had lost 2 of the men with him personally. He would meet up with the rest of the Vode on the ground....Those that were not holding the blockade steady. He flexed his hands as he piloted the Fortuitous through the explosions and laser blasts of the enemy. He itched to get on the ground and put his Beskar clad fists to the bodies of the Forcies. Duke was out there somewhere, hopefully doing what the insane cook did best. Blowing shit up. Ah dark grin broke the craggy surface of his face as he thought about the mayhem that one man could unleash..
What felt like hours were indeed only minutes as the armed freighter made its way planet side, weaving, bucking and juking. Ashrah's grin disappeared as he gritted his teeth, angling the ship into the atmosphere. THe angle wasn't quite what he wanted and the ship began to shudder violently.
*PWANG*
"Was that...?'
"Afraid so.."
"Balls."
Something went whipping out into the stratosphere, disintegrating in a fiery ball of dhoom. It didnt seem to be important as the Fortuitous continued its merry jaunt towards the surface. It took moments and the ship was resting on its landing struts, the hull popping and hissing, venting steam and cooling in the jungle air of Yavin 4. Ashrah debarked, clomping down the loading ramp and looking around, his buy'ce firmly planted on his head. He motioned his three remaining Boys to fan out and have a look around quickly, making sure they wouldn't be ambushed. He took a moment to wrap his chain carefully around his left forearm, the beskar ball resting just below his elbow, the 2 foot handle in his hand, the 3 inch hooked blade glinting in the low light of the clearing. He finished, made sure his blade was firmly located within its custom sheath on his back and his shot gun maglocked just to the left of the blade, the grip poking out over his left shoulder. He lifted his head and began to move forward when he spotted movement and stopped. He waited a moment, and soon enough, a large man dressed head to toe in white robes stepped out of the jungle and into the clearing, the mans ice blue eyes staring calmly across the clearing, seeming to bore through Ashrahs faceplate and into his very soul. The smaller Mando just shrugged his shoulders, eyes the other man right back, even if he couldnt see Ashrahs green orbs. He stood for a moment, the other three of his Boys with him stepping out of the bush around them, blaster rifles leveled at the big Jedi..
:: Big fella, aren't you.....::
He opened a privae com to the other three with him and spoke quietly
:: Leave it. I got this one. ::
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Post by The Narrator on May 22, 2013 13:55:18 GMT -8
-Dace-
He Stood on the top of the Temple, looking skyward. Here and there he could see flashes of light, flaring brighter than the systems son briefly, before they went dead. He shook his head. He knew that this was the inevitability of the Mandalorians. A sweeping tide of Beskar and death. The Jedi and Sith had pushed the proud people to this point surely. That line of thought made no difference in his aim to protect the Temple and keep the Jedi as safe as he could. Adi had ordered the Watchmen off Yavin IV, and Dace had promptly ignored his Nephew. He would not leave. Not now. Not so soon after he had been accepted back into the Fold of the Jedi. He had never ran from a fight, and he was not about to Run now......
He looked across the sky, his ice blue eyes scanning the horizon, when he noted it. A white hot ball of screaming metal jumping through the sky like it was having an epileptic fit. Curious. He watched it come closer, then rocket over his head, still too far up to cause any real damage. He watched what was clearly a ship pivot and make its way a little more gracefully to the ground not far from where he stood. He looked around at the men arrayed on top of the temple, nodded once, and leaped off the side. Using the Force, he guided his leap, landing gently on the ground. He stood and dusted his robes off, then rocketed off into the Jungle, his form blurring as he manifested Force Speed. He made his way through the trees and underbrush, weaving this way and that until he came to just outside the clearing the Mandalorians had landed. He stood back in the bush and just watched for a few minutes, assessing the situation. After a moment he stepped out into the Clearing quietly. The lead Mando, dressed head to toe in black Beskar'gam and with a Chain wrapped around his left arm, looked up and spoke to him, his voice coming out of the external speakers of the mans buy'ce...
:: Big fella, aren't you.....::
Dace looked across the field silently, eyeing the man and his troops. There weren't many, but he knew better than to underestimate the Mando's. Even two could take out at least 3 times their own number.
"You must be Ashrah. Nice Suit"
He eyed the smaller man up and down once. Covered in the Iron Skin of the Mandalorian people he posed an intimidating picture, even roughly seven inches shorter than himself.....He flexed his shoulders up and down loosening himself up for the fight he knew was coming....
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Post by The Narrator on May 24, 2013 10:35:09 GMT -8
Ashrah took a slight bow, arms out at his sides, right palm open, left still clutching the handle of his chain. He stood upright once more and turned his visored visage towards Concordia. He tilted his head to the side quizzically, looking at the man briefly. His HUD was scanning the area for anyone else. Satisfied that there was no on but the giant Jedi in front of him, he reached up and removed his buy'ce, the handle dangling briefly. He put the helmet on the ground in front of him, watching as it tilted slightly due to the foliage at his feet. He straightened and looked at the man.
"Let me guess. You have taken it upon yourself to 'stop me'. The former Sith Lord, now a Jedi, here to stop the feared Mand'alor from eradicating your kind from the Galaxy."
It wasn't a question. He could tell just by looking at the man in front of him that he was here to kill him. Dace Concordia. Former Lord Iniquitous, leader of one of the most terrifying Factions in the Galaxy....Now a Jedi. A mewling Force User no matter how you tried to drape him in titles and accolades....Good or Bad. Ashrah cared not even the slightest little bit.
"Come on then. Lets see what you got Concordia."
He planted his feet firmly, setting his center of balance, left foot forward slightly, legs shoulder width apart. He grinned. This was going to be entertaining....
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Post by The Narrator on May 27, 2013 7:40:24 GMT -8
Dace merely shrugged as Ashrah spoke, and as the smaller man set himself the large man wasted no time in pissing about. He snapped his left hand forward palm out and executed a FOrce push directed at Ashrahs chest. He stood, expecting the other man to be blasted back into the ground, maybe slamming into the landing strut of his ugly freighter... His eyes opened in surprise as Ashrah merely growled, planted his feet harder and seemed to shrug it off like it was no thing. The Mandalorian shook his shoulders and grinned. Dace looked at his hand quizzically, like it was broken or something, and gave it a shake.He tried again, stronger this time. He was rewarded with Ashrah being pushed back 2 feet. The man was still on his feet however, and closing quickly.
Ashrah shoved his feet forward, powering through the second push, growling under his breath. He moved towards the larger man, wanting to get close to negate the Force Users advantage of being able to attack him from so far away. In reality he could use his shotgun, but he wanted to kill this arrogant man with his own two hands. Dace gritted his teeth, suddenly wary. This man had some sort of....He didnt even know, but it wasnt good. He looked at Ashrah as the beskar clad man made his way quickly towards him. He was fast. Faster than he had any right to be in that Iron Skin.....Maybe the stories he had heard were true....Utilizing Projected FIghting Dace began an assault. He snapped a straight jab followed by an upper cut and then a knee to the chest.....Ashrahs head snapped back more in surprise than pain, his own resistance lessening the blow. It stung though. He watched the big jedi shadow box, and followed the mans moves quickly. He threw his right hand across and intercepted the projected uppercut and simultaneously blocked the knee as well. This jedi was good, and crafty. The power of the attacks were such that he had to stop his forward momentum to defend. It mattered little. He was close now. Almost close enough to engage....
Everything he threw at this man just......folded around him. It was frustrating. Now he was too close to really utilize anything. Besides. He now wanted to get into the thick of it. He preferred a good old fashioned dust up anyway. His twin sabers slapped into his palms and igniting in a hissing dark purple fury....well, controlled fury. He was a Jedi after all. Ashrah grinned, pulling his own blade off his back. The beautifully crafted weapon was all black and seemed to drink in the light. It was nothing more than a trick of the material it was made from. He rotated his wrist as he slowed to a mere fast walk. He rolled his shoulders once more, then attacked. He slashed across, his right to left, his left arm going left to right at a downward angle, from Dace's right shoulder to left hip. He had a feeling neither of these attacks would connect, but that was fine. He knew this wouldn't be easy, and relished in it. Concordia snapped his left saber across, intercepting the blade. He knew better than to think that his saber would cut through it. The Mando's were tough, crafty and tenacious. His right blade swept up, intercepting the incoming handle. Ashrah rotated his left wrist slightly, locking the hooked blade over the saber blade and pulled down and to his left, snapping his left foot straight up and out directly at the big mans solar plexus. Dace was pulled forward slightly, and the foot slammed into stomach, blasting the breath from his lungs. It pushed him back a couple feet as well. He tried to suck in a breath and managed a weak on. He back pedaled until he could get his breath. Ashrah let him. He stood straight, sucking lung fulls of air. Once he felt less shaky he came on again. He came at Ashrah, slashing his right saber across at neck height, his left blade straight forward, directed at Ashrahs chest.
Ashrah blocked the slash at his neck with the handle of his Chain, and slashed up and out with his blade, smashing the saber away, and was greeted with a booted foot slamming into his chest plate. He was knocked off his feet and rolled over backwards to his knees. He looked up and growled.
"Ow"
He pushed to his feet, his legs pumping like pistons, charging the big Jedi. Dace slashed across with his left blade and down with his right quickly. By Ashlah this man was fast.....He was rewarded with Ashrah snapping his right blade up, his left blade left, both sabers being intercepted. The man did not stop. He barreled into the larger being, slamming his plated shoulder into the chest of Concordia. The Jedi went over backwards, rolling over to his own knees. HIs eyes went hard and he stood. He stalked towards the smiling Mandalorian, and they began their deadly dance anew. Blades arced and slashed, sparked and sputtered. They spun, kicked, dodged, punched, missed, scored minor hits....But nothing serious. Both were breathing heavily, covered in sweat, Ashrahs face had nicks, his black armour scarred. Dace had minor cuts and his robes were in tatters from near hits......
Ashrah was covered in bruised beneath his armour. Concordia hit like a freight train. The man was good. The best he had ever faced. This was not going as he had planned....He needed to end this quickly and get back to the main fight. He noticed ships coming though the sky from his peripheral and wanted to join his Boys....He said nothing. He just stood from the latest push back from the two of them, picking himself up off the ground. His lip bled and his nose was broken. He felt he had at least 3 broken ribs, and his left hand was numb. Dace stood tall, ignoring the pain in his own broken ribs, his jaw swollen and a dark nasty purple. He limped, his left foot having been stomped, but his bright blue eyes still shone. The 'vode watching the fight were cheering and yelling, a begrudging respect building for this white robed man who wouldnt effing die quietly.....Ashrahs own green eyes sparkled. He saluted the other man with his blade, who saluted back, and they went at it one more time.
Ashrah charged. He leaped, slashing down with his right blade, Dace's saber intercepting, the two weapons causing a spark or some kind of epic proportion. He slashed across with his left weapon, ignoring Dace's attack his his left side. The mans Saber slammed into the beskar'gam, burning the paint off and marring the surface....But not cutting through. Ashrahs' hooked blade slammed into the flesh of Concordia, the three inch hooked blade punching through meat, muscle and bone. Dace's eye widened and he looked down at the Mand'alor. Ashrah ripped the blade free in a spray of blood, rending the flesh and pulling ribs out of the mans body. He took the moment of surprise to pull his right blade down and back, spinning ot his left quickly, reversing the grip of his sword. It erupted through COncordias chest, and Ashrah pulled it back out slowly, the big man dropping his sabers and falling to his knees. Ashrah walked around front of the man, breathing heavily, panting, the sweat and dirt and blood carving lines through his face. He stood in front of the Jedi and looked him in the eyes, nodding once as the light left the mans gaze, and he fell face first into the now mangled jungle floor, bleeding out. As all things do when they die, all was released from inside the body. Ashrah fell to a seated position, stabbing his blade into the ground. He waved a man over for a bacta patch and slapped it to his neck. He took a shuddering breath as his body calmed down.....
He pushed himself to his feet and waved the men off, wrapping his chain around Concordias chest.
"We go to the rendezvous point. The Blue Leaf something or other. Find it. Load up, lets go."
Everyone did there job quickly and efficiently. Ashrah began to drag the body of Dace Concordia behind him. He limped. His breaths came in laboured pain. He was bleeding, battered bruised and was nearly killed at least 25 times or so....but he felt fantastic. That was a fight he could remember with pride for the rest of his days. He held a respect for the man he drug behind him. Not that it showed by the way he pulled the large man through the jungle, showing his own strength by powering through a jungle with a 6'7" near 300 lbs dead body like it was no big deal.....It was time. This was nothing more than a stepping stone.....
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