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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 7, 2013 5:21:54 GMT -8
Lapay vs Xeonon
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Diamond Mines of Arkania
It was covered with tundra and rich in diamonds and other precious minerals, which the Arkanians mined to further their offworld connections and master their technology. Arkanian cities were designed to keep the cold out, and were mostly completely enclosed. Off-world visitors rarely had to deal with the frigid conditions of the planet. That however was not to be for the two duelists today, both for their own reasons had decided to go to the Diamond Mines, many of which led deep into the crusts of the world.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 7, 2013 16:48:40 GMT -8
Xeonon walked through the mines of Arkania, he had been stalking the darksider known as Lapay. Once the Mandalorian threat to the galaxy had been defeated it was ripe picking for the Empire. An Empire that had gone relativly unscathed through the war it appeared better than the war torn Republic to millions of worlds. Many flocked to the Empire of their own accord after the war. That was why he was here now, the world of Arkania had told those in charge of a serious threat in the mines. As such the Empire sent their finest warrior, Xeonon "motherfucker" Solomon to kill the threat.
Walking deep beneath the planet in the mines Xeonon wore his Imperial Knight armour, red as the darkest blood the right side of his face was no longer flesh and bone but rather machine. On his back was the shield that he had forged himself, and his primary weapon mag locked on his right thigh. On either side of his chest were two very large pistols, each ready to take another life. On his right hand was the sigil ring of Dragus, made of dragite it had a peculiar ability to make the speaker sound louder, and make it sound as if the words were coming from within the persons mind. Laaapppppaaaayyyyy come out to playyyyyyy!
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 9, 2013 6:48:35 GMT -8
 For two months now I have been living inside this once-plentiful diamond mine on Arkania. Locations in relative isolation such as this were hard to come by during the war, what with the ubiquitous Mandalorian threat. And I have needed this time alone, to practice Dimension Shifting away from prying eyes. The mine is enormous-- the largest of a planet known for its diamond exports-- and vast sections of it have already been repleted of resources and left abandoned. It is the perfect place for me. Occasionally, however, a careless miner will wander across my path as I move here and there. On such an event, he is always left dead for the others to find, no sign of damage to him other than a lethal hemorrhage in his brain. As of late, such occurrences have been more plentiful. For two months now, I have been the god of death who sleeps in the depths of this once-safe diamond mine of Arkania.
On this day in particular I am stepping into one of the 'hubs'- large, cavernous rooms which branch off into several smaller shafts. The hubs were used as a repository from which larger equipment could be used to transport huge crates (internal volume ~100m3) once they had been filled with diamonds. Five such crates are still here, but all are empty except for one. One of the empties is stacked on top of another, while the rest lay around in no apparent shape or sensible location. The forgotten filled one is here for no apparent reason other than the foreman's negligence. There is a broken-down drilling machine, too, sitting off near one of the shafts. This particular hub has four main shafts leading off from it, which in turn have many peripheral shafts heading this way and that. Every tunnel has the distinction (shown in the image above) of walls reinforced with a durasteel grid anchored into the rock walls, and no shaft is smaller than five meters in average diameter. They turn, spiraling counterclockwise up or down from this hub, except for one large transport shaft. This one travels levelly, leading (after about two kilometers or so) to the adjacent hub and passing through it, and in addition to its auxiliary shafts, has some steep paths leading to the surface for personnel entry. There are no such things as rails or mine cars here; the Arkanians, being technologically advanced, use hoversleds which have no need of such arcane constructs.
On this day, I perceive an aura, bronze in color, traveling on foot from the surface. This is far more interesting than the typical being of no notable Force presence.
"Laaapppppaaaayyyyy come out to playyyyyyy!"
It seems word has gotten out of my actions here.
I suppose I knew, deep down, that this moment would come. In fact, that is probably part of why I chose the mines, subconsciously. Inside this labyrinth of tunnels, there are no armies that can lever their advantage of numbers against me. It is just me, against whomever comes my way. In this case it's the man with the unnaturally loud voice.
Actually, that thought struck me twice as I observed with my Force Sight his progression deeper into the mine. That voice was just...too close...echoes don't work quite like that. They do, however, make it impossible to pinpoint the source of sound. I remember, years and years ago, my training period under the tutelage of Lord Brijus Tiure. He used a crystal that amplified his lightsaber's noise, so that even when it was parried, the sound of it resounding against another saber would be substantially louder than usual and work as a distraction. He gave the advice that sonic attacks are hard to counter as the reason why he used it like that.
Whether this man has such a crystal (he does) or is just a loudmouth (he is) is not something I can distinguish from this far away without putting far more effort in than I care to do right now. I will find out soon enough, after all. But I made sure to prepare myself: in this echo-y environment, if he's able to also amplify his voice with the Force, as some are prone to do when they lose control of their emotions, he might be able to really synergize that sort of power with his inherent loudness and the environment and really give me a headache that way.
For a moment, I contemplated grabbing my speeder and taking it right to him, either mowing him down with the twin Z-6 cannons or the body of the vehicle itself. But, on second thought, I decided against it. It has been two months of slaughtering defenseless miners. I have not exercised my power very much lately. And it would be contrary to my expression of deity to end him without testing him first. Everyone deserves a chance to prove his worth to live.
I shout:
"Continue moving forward! Take the second shaft that appears on your left-hand side! It will take you right to me!"
And I make to depart from the hub down one of the counterclockwise mining shafts. The main transportation shaft in which Xeonon is located can also be accessed by some auxiliary tunnels. I know this well, thanks both to my Sight and my two months spent here.
I stride quickly, but 'quick' is a word that loses some of its meaning in a mine shaft as large as this. It is a long way and it will take time. Freedom drapes around my shoulders, actually fulfilling the purpose of keeping me warm on this ice world. Trogdor's two halves are kept vertical inside the coat, one on either side of my body, and Crisis is in my hip holster. Devient is in the outer hip pocket of the duster coat, and I would put her on immediately except that I still need to be able to see through walls to continue to monitor Xeonon's location in the mine. I hope that he will listen to my directions, in order that we might get things going quickly.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 9, 2013 11:27:56 GMT -8
He hadnt exactly walked into the mine empty handed so to speak. Before entering he had looked at the maps of the mines as well as the locations of the dead bodies found. However looking at a map and actually navigating the mines on your first try were to different things. The size alone could make you wander in the same tunnels for weeks.
Unlike his own voice Lapays was unassisted by the force or other means (as far as I know) so his voice came bouncing off the walls faintly. It was no longer a shout, more of a whisper repeating itself over and over. So good his opponent was here. It wasnt some wild goose chase and further more he was willing to meet him. Of course hearing the voice put him on edge, this was a Sith after all for all he knew the man he was after was directly behind him. Half expecting a strike to his body he braced himself but felt nothing.
Having nothing but the word of a Sith Xeonon pushed on further. Every shadow an enemy, every turn holding a new horror that will never materialize. Then it struck Xeonon, two can play at that game, looking at the wall he saw a large conduit, no doubt for the lighting. Taking his lightsaber he lashed out at the power supply taking out the lights for this area unaware that it was the force that allowed Lapay to see him. I hope you aren't afraid of the dark!
Of course for a normal person this would mean total darkness but not for Xeonon, snapping his blade back off he placed it back on his thigh and changed his cybernetics so that instead of normal vision he saw in forms of heat. The walls were blue from the cold, his body bright orange and his footsteps a redish pink. Everything just looked weird but it would hopefully help with his fears.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity (but was really a few minutes) he came to the junction Lapay had told him, the second shaft on the left. Walking down it he found this one to be different than the one before, instead of twists and turns it was straighter but leading down, much like a spiral. Every 20 meters or so a divulet cut into the wall were the tell tale signs of mining could be seen.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 9, 2013 14:11:07 GMT -8
The first thing I noticed was the oddity of him drawing his lightsaber and slashing out the lights. It was then that I realized that he must not know much about me.
"I hope you aren't afraid of the dark!"
Masked by the echoes of his voice, I elected to sprint for the several seconds or so until they died down. I do need to close some of the distance between me and him. I should hope that he would not hear my footsteps because of this sudden sprint; worst-case scenario is that they would give away my deception. And indeed it seemed like he didn't-- or he realized and simply decided that he would spring the trap-- as he went the way I told him to.
The junction that I had indicated to Xeonon was indeed a counterclockwise spiraling shaft. He was wise to be cautious, however, when following the instructions of a Sith: the path leads to an abrupt stop where the Arkanian miners hit a natural well. A precipice whose mouth is more than twice as wide as my height (nearly 2m) and at least a hundred meters' depth. It's questionable whether Xeonon would notice it or not, what with having taken the lighting out. But he was being very careful, so perhaps he wouldn't go plunging headlong into it after all.
By sending him to a pit, I was not expecting him to just fall into it and die. I gave him those directions because I had discovered long ago a small passage that led from the shaft that I had entered not a few moments ago into the main transportation shaft. To describe it in reference to the other, it would be the third shaft on his left in the main transportation tunnel. Turning down the path was where he enabled me to get behind him.
The real question, as I entered this branch about forty-five seconds after he came this way, was whether I would be able to keep my presence concealed from him. It depends, doesn't it? I'm not able to hide myself from a master of Sense-type powers. But I am able to make the choice to prevent myself from swelling up my power in the Force like some slack-jawed idiot. Without preparing the Force, though, I mentally rehearse what I am going to do-- Telekinesis. There's almost no question. Although if I need to switch that plan to a Barrier for some reason, that wouldn't be unreasonable, either. Moving on, keeping my footsteps as quiet as possible, I keep going over this mental checklist, monitoring him the whole time in order that I don't come too close or drop away too far from him. I remember that I am able to hide myself visually, with the di-chrome outer cloak for Freedom. So I activate that, disappearing via active camouflage to the naked eye, just in case (I am not aware of his heat vision, but it will not conceal my thermal signature in any event)-- a minute's separation is not enough to allow for him to turn his head and see me, because of the spiral of the shaft, but one never knows. Invisibility might buy time, however much or little. Weapons, how to attack...I draw Crisis into my left hand. Silent. I also prepare one half of Trogdor, but a lightsaber is not silent, so I can't use it yet. But I will want it for when things get hot and heavy. There is the possibility of a moment where failing to prepare may make some difference, however large or small, therefore I must take every effort to make myself ready to strike.
The chasm that awaits Xeonon is now merely fifty meters away from him, around two more turns in the spiraling path.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 9, 2013 15:05:19 GMT -8
Unlike his target Xeonon immersed himself in the force, his skin was prikling whatever the Sith had planned it was no doubt going to happen soon. He could feel it, almost as if the force was warning him of his impending doom of course he had no way of knowing that. Still he kept walking, slowly his cybernetic eyes glowing bright blue in the otherwise black void like two spectral orbs emanating things ahead of him ever so slighting but due to the mode of eyes it was null. Taking precautions he slipped the shield off his back onto his left arm, had the lighting been on one would see the scared and faded visage of the Imperial insignia.
His right hand still empty for now, he spoke again raising his hand to speak closer to the crystal embedded within the darkside infused Gold. I know you are planning something, are you not man enough to come and face me. Are you scared of fighting that you cower in your cave killing random people but wont face a warrior. Of course he had no clue of the Siths true reason for being here, all he was doing was trying to use one of their own techniques against them. The notorious Dun Moch, he hoped this would get some sort of response from Lapay, something that would give away the position. Trip the trap. Anything.
Still walking he went around another twirl going down the whole while. He wanted to be found so Xeonon did something crazy, the next time he found a hole in the wall he reached in, and grabbed the rock ripping off some stone. Perhaps it was because the Imperial Knight was a terrible fighter, maybe he fought to much or hell maybe it was because the gods conspired against him. Either way his right arm, from the shoulder down was a Neuro-Shock Hand. So taking the stone out of the wall was not so hard, and threw one behind him so that it thudded off a wall. Grabbing another stone, he held onto this one.
The final loop in line so to speak. 25 meters until the hole where the miners stopped digging.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 9, 2013 17:32:06 GMT -8
Xeonon speaks again, so I take the chance to speed up and sneak in to shrink the separation between us, again hoping that my footsteps would be drowned by his voice's volume. But it has worked for me once before already, why would anything be different now?
And with this increased proximity, I noticed this time as he spoke two things about the bronze-hued figure amid the backdrop of silver-grey that I had not before: that, first and foremost, he was nearly half-machine; and that, to amplify his voice, he brought his hand up to his face. Further examination on my behalf revealed the crystal set into a ring on that hand, and my concerns were validated. He has that same crystal that Brijus used to use. I made a note to be sure to throw up a Barrier quickly if he attempts a sonic attack-- I wonder if I could make two small Barriers inside my ear canals? Well, no doubt that I can, but it's not something I have practiced. I think it would be better if I did not try an untested technique like that in a moment of duress, and this fool shrieking his head off with the Force and that crystal making him louder would be a moment of duress. And no doubt, if he does do that, he's going to be doing it when I'm not expecting it. So, better to stick with what I know I can do quickly. More interesting for now is just how cyborg he is. Mechanical eyes (guess that whole invisibility thing's not going to pan out, eh?), cybernetic right hand, a ...fake heart and muscular enhancements, too? What a mess of a person. How does he expect to harness the Force through all those metal contraptions?
I wished to have more time to study his armor in-depth. His shield is transparent to me-- and by that I don't mean that I can see through it (I can, and do), I mean that its construction is entirely from materials that I am familiar with. Phrik, cortosis, these are as common in the modern era as dirt and water. Ultrachrome is exotic, not something that I've used myself before, but I have seen it frequently enough to know its signature look at a glance. That armor, though...it's unique. I guess that, since his shield is specifically designed to counter energy weapons (lightsabers, let's be honest), his armor possesses similar properties, otherwise he probably wouldn't be wearing it. How was it made? Not with Sith Alchemy-- it doesn't resonate with the Dark Side the way an Alchemy item would; in fact, quite the contrary. I didn't think the Jedi had an Alchemy equivalent. Then again, the Force is the Force. It does not surprise me to see evidence that they do.
My hustle and subsequent contemplation cause me to initially miss out on his words. I have to play them back in my head. A pitying smile sneaks across my face. Oh, how I wish I were Aire at this moment! She would have used her Sound Mimicry technique to make her voice sound as if it is coming from further ahead. I cannot.
As Xeonon rounds the curve and tears off a chunk of rock, my head turns his way. For a moment, our eyes meet-- my unseeing ones, his cybernetic ones. It is a bizarre moment, really, what with ten meters of solid rock separating us, but him standing as if right in front of me, as apparent as this blaster in my hand. But his cybernetics do not seem to detect me, and he continues forward, tossing that rock behind him as if a child casting aside a toy that bores him.
I recognize him. I was once a part of Raven Tarkin's Imperial Remnant. I had a chance meeting with Gabriel Solomon, a very long time ago. This is his protege, Xeonon. I think...when I can finally loose my tongue in his presence...that I will mention this. (Well, he clearly knows my name, too) And I will add my retort to his words: that, if he couldn't pass the test of just this much of an attempt on his life, that he was unworthy of facing me like a man.
But control is key. I've worked just too hard-- and this is now talking far broader in scope than just this stealthy sneakiness right now-- to sacrifice my power for the sake of poor emotional restraint. There are a lot of Sith out there who will snarl at the faintest attempt at condescension.
As for me, though, speak freely. Words are cheap.
Show me your power behind your words, and I'll go ahead and do the same.
Here, this is it:
I am a god.
And I'll be showing you, Xeonon, exactly how true that is.
The time is very nearly upon us, but it is not here yet. I am twice as far from the pit as Xeonon is. When he turns, he will see my thermal outline with my blaster arm extended, pointing at his head: the barrel is prepared to unleash a shot that buries itself in his mouth.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 10, 2013 15:09:00 GMT -8
All things are like gods, ants to aphids and boots to ants. Only time would tell which of us was the boot and the other an ant.
As the Imperial walked his senses were on high alert, he was expecting something to happen sooner, his nerves were strung. Every echo of a footstep sounded more than what it was, even the dripping of water in the distance sounded darker. More ominous. Second stone still in his hand the younger Solomon made it to the final stretch 5 meters until the hole. His head cocked, was this the Siths play? Lead him down a dead end. For half a second he honestly suspected that a giant boulder was going to come rolling down and crush him. Nothing happened though, not yet at least.
The shield on his left arm felt heavy, despite the light materials used in its construction. Yes it was made with the specific thought of lightsaber combat in mind. When he had constructed it there was a very credible threat to the galaxy from a secret group of Sith. Maybe this one here was a part of it, he never did manage to find out names besides Jayden Fey. All he knew was that the threat eventually disappeared no doubt by Sithly infighting.
2 Meters until the sheer drop and it was then that Xeonon saw it. The hole in the ground, or rather that it suddenly got steeper. Was it really going to be this? Hoping he would fall into a hole and become a cripple. Not today. Now I am sure you are asking yourself how can he see the hole? FLIR did have some amount of resolustion and the ground he was walking on was a little cooler than the wall going down, hardly noticeable unless you were used to being a cyborg.
Sighing heavily, Xeonon turned around and started to walk back the way he came, dejected that he would not be fighting his opponent face to face. He must be somewhere else, cowering like the Sith he is (IC feeling not OOC). I am disappoint in you, here I was expecting a fight and here you are leading me to dead ends and pitfalls. Maybe you ARE like all other Sith, hiding in holes. Striking when the guard is down.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 11, 2013 8:05:01 GMT -8
It is no surprise to me that he stopped two meters from the abyss. Actually, this is a lie; I was surprised that he got that close to it. The wall on the far side ought to have been visible to him, and there's no question that there is a temperature difference between the air in the pit and the ground of the path leading to it. As I said before, I was not expecting him to just fall in and die. The dead-end path directions he followed have partially fulfilled their purpose: to allow me to get behind him, and to force him to stop before turning around.
I had been about twenty-five meters behind him; when he stops at the pit, I am twenty-seven meters from it. That is to say, just around the corner from an open line of sight between him and I. (Line of sight is really just a formality, though, you know? I have a 'line of sight' that extends over the entire planet, if I try hard enough to make it so.) Or, if you prefer, I am at that "final loop in the line, so to speak", since I had been diligent to keep the distance constant from the 'twice as far from the pit' that I had been to him, when he was at this position.
He shuffles to a stop and I continue stepping. He sighs while I am walking.
His foot scuffs as it crosses the ground while he turns and I am pulling the trigger.
His mouth is opening to speak as I am attacking.
The challenge I throw his way is not the primary attack from Crisis, but rather the secondary. The heatbeam that I have mounted where the scope for a normal individual would be. (But you know that I have no use for a scope. Magnifying lenses don't do poodoo for the Force.) I squeeze the ring finger of that left hand tighter-- activating the pressure button and soundlessly illuminating the laser.
The nose of Crisis had been aimed, from behind, for Xeonon's mouth. Tempting though it is to shoot a bolt down his gullet as he recites meaningless words that roll off of his tongue like the slime of day-old hard candy, this particular alignment of Crisis likewise targets his mechanical eyes with that continuous-wave infrared laser.
How fortunate for him! It is not invisible, since he is using his heat vision. Most people would never see it, if I were to use this attack, because most people can't see infrared. But heat vision uses the intrinsic black-body radiation properties of all objects and real-time video feeds to map the intensity of the radiation to a color, and warm things are more intense black-body radiators than cold things, because heat is analogous to molecular motion, which in other words is vibration, and vibration frequencies correspond to the energy magnitude of infrared light. (Science lesson!) The laser beam that is headed straight into those eyes as he turns around is a million times more intense than the ambient radiation given off by most objects. Also, one hundred thousand times greater velocity than a bullet. ...Don't blink.
This is a weapon that is capable of cutting light durasteel. With ease. The sensitive optics in those eyes are more robust than biological tissue, but in order to be IR-sensitive, they are naturally likewise susceptible to intense IR damage, and they are not going to be very thick, so comparing them to light durasteel is going to have them coming up short in terms of durability. Depending on how he's wired, Xeonon may not feel any pain at all-- just a whiteout corresponding to high IR intensity, and then darkness as the optics burn out. Or it may hurt. Again, it depends on how he's wired. What we can say for certain is that, barring some unforeseen circumstance that I have not taken into account, if this laser beam enters those eyes, they will not be coming through the encounter intact. Of course, I can only target one eye at a time. The one I chose to aim for first is the left eye, but I will only train the beam on it for half a second: I suspect that that long of an exposure will be all that's needed to permanently burn out the optical receptors, and I would like to take out the other eye before he gains too much awareness of what's happening. And so, while still holding down the laser activation button, I'll just turn the pistol like so, less than a centimeter to my left, and try to take out both of those artificial eyes.
So...the duration in time that this laser-beam-attack takes is too narrow for me to actually form words. And he is almost certainly going to have some nasty response for me, be it with weapon, rock, Force, or more words. So any phrase I could retort with will have to wait for now.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 13, 2013 3:18:58 GMT -8
The more you know, and knowing was half the battle. Had Xeonon heard this inner monologue it would have probably changed his point of view on at least this Sith. Having turned around so that his right side was facing Lapay, Xeonon saw him just as he took aim and fired. As quick as a thought, which may or may not be equal to the speed of light (I dont know) the rock hurtled towards Lapay.
This however would not allow him to escape all harm, his left eye sizzled for a moment, everything going fuzzy then white before finally blinking out. In all his years he had never experienced such a weapon, he would have to check this out after this sith was dead. Anyways using a force power picked up from his friends in the Jensaarai; Ballistakinesis. This made the rock that usually flew pretty fast, at lethal velocities. Since learning the move he had practiced it so that he could speed up the fist sized rock up to a slug coming from a shotgun. His target? The fingers of the hand holding Crisis.
His hope was that the rock that was telekentically aimed towards the gun and hand would cripple the fingers, remove the gun from play or save that mess up the aim. Hoping that the obscurity of the move would help him here in a surprise attack. But really it was just up to if the rock could move fast enough to hit the gun before aim could be taken at his right eye and burn it out.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 13, 2013 12:37:40 GMT -8
For improved clarity and understanding: yes, the laser travels at the speed of light. This velocity crosses over the gap of about 23m (give or take a few steps here and there thanks to shooting/swiveling around, respectively) in 83 nanoseconds. Reaction time is on the order of roughly a million times slower than that, and as established previously, the magnitude of difference between a high end muzzle projectile and the photons jumping the distance is a hundred thousand.
Where Xeonon has room to act is where I have to keep the laser trained on his eye for a little bit. But sparks fly all the same and I am gratified to have removed his left eye entirely. (How does that affect depth perception and parallax? Do his mechanical eyes collaborate to give him a sense for that? Everyone knows how the biological counterparts work but it's a much tougher question when it comes to the mechanical replacements)
So before I have time to switch over to his next eye, I am confronted with him throwing a rock.
Let's all take a moment here to point out how every schoolchild in the audience will point his finger at Xeonon and laugh: he has turned his right side towards me, which is the same side of his body from which the rock is thrown.
But Ballistakinesis is no joke. He has done well in preparing himself to use the Force where I, because of reasons, have not. He throws the rock and I am not impressed, but then he empowers the projectile with his aura and I am impressed very much. The amount of Telekinetic energy needed to accelerate it to the speed of shotgun slugs is both impressive and more than you think: shotgun slugs are more aerodynamic and lighter than this rock (especially if he's talking shotgun shot instead of a single slug) and they are shot from a confined space with expanding gases from a powder charge. So his Ballistakinesis is really equivalent to a small explosion of Force energy just after he releases the rock from his hand.
What I see is that bronze aura flowing down his mechanical arm into the rock, and I see it swelling up and preparing to burst, and I realize just then that he's going to accelerate that rock and it's going to hurt.
And I realize that I can't defend against it, because I can't summon a Barrier soon enough. This isn't the sonic attack I was expecting. All I can do is hope that it's going to travel in a straight line and that his aim will not be all that great because I reduced him from two eyes to one, and that he will not be able to redirect it with after he starts it on its path, and that I can move away before it hits top speed.
I flinch to my right. My left arm, my dominant arm, is the one that was extended. I abort the attack on his remaining eye, and start to withdraw the arm.
But like a gunshot, the rock is upon my blaster before I know it and strikes with far greater impact than I would have expected-- because the speed is immense and the mass is likewise greater than a bullet, so the momentum transferred is appreciable. Deciding to pull my gun away saves my left hand, however: the rock hits the top of Crisis's nose and knocks it downward, out of my hand, scattering across the floor of the mine to come to rest some ten meters directly behind me.
"...you throw like a girl."
(Girls throw with their arms instead of their bodies, is what I mean. Proper form would have his left side facing me instead, and he'd throw across his body and actually be able to put some weight behind the release. A less awkward motion that way, for sure.)
But my rebuttal is more than words.
The recoil of the pistol being knocked from my hand also pushes my left side back. In other words, my right side is now facing towards him. In which hand, you recall, is one half of Trogdor's Split Forme. I extend it now, straight towards him, fully cognoscente of the distance between us (twenty steps or so) and depress a specific stud.
The central blade ignites with a snap and-- sadly-- an unstable red blade provides a beautiful illumination for this cave that is seen by neither of us. It is pointed directly at Xeonon's neck. And then I lunge forward, leading with my right leg. This is all just a distraction, however; that outstretched right arm, saber and all, becomes the conduit through which I shoot my own application of Telekinesis, as promised (if you remember, I said that if I weren't able to use a Barrier, I'd throw Telekinesis at him instead-- you must agree that I was at the very least marginally prepared for the unexpected), in one of the simplest applications that exists: a Force Push.
It's not strong. It's not. It is weak, weak, weak.
But the Force answers my command quickly, to do this, and that's what I need. I don't need to focus for a long time to unleash it this way, I don't need to do a series of elaborate hand motions, or build up any oomph behind it. All I need to do is make him stumble backwards. Two meters. It's chump change.
Two meters, and then he falls in the pit and it's my absolute victory.
To have used Ballistakinesis was excellent on his part, but I am also hoping for it to be an opening that becomes his undoing-- that he will not be able to respond quickly enough to the sudden change in mentality that is required to counter it with the Force. If he notices that Push coming at all before it reaches him. Because what I've tried to do is forgo the usual arm motion associated inextricably with a Force Push, by holding this saber shaft in it. Because what I've also tried to do is force him to pay attention to my lightsaber, now. And whether or not the Force Push hits, I'm coming for him. With his right hand empty, and only his shield in his left, he's vulnerable, and my weapon is drawn. And with my lunge I'm fully set up to go into a flèche properly, too.
Well, we can say this: Xeonon is getting what he asked for, right?
No more hiding, an in-the-open confrontation, with Crisis out of the picture for now, and his right eye still intact.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 28, 2013 11:01:49 GMT -8
Had Xeonon not just watched an episode of Legend Breakers on Discovery he would have tried to use his gun to shoot Lapay. However at 25 meters it would be tough, especially considering this guy was a dangerous force user. To cover that distance a highly trained person would need roughly 2.5 seconds at full sprint. So three seconds at best to react.
Not knowing about the push Xeonon reached out and grabbed hold of his own lightsaber while running to meet Lapay. However he was not expecting the force to hit him. It did, and for a moment he was surprised before he slid back to the edge of the crevase behind him. A meter away, helad he not run to meet his opponent he would now be dead, or at least in a hole which was as good as dead. So now he was armed and ready to fight, maybe this one would show HONOUR and fight with his blade unlike many others he had come across.
Walking forward again Xeonon held his shield loosely on his left ready to react with it while with his right held a lightsaber. Now there was something different about this lightsaber, despite matching the red light with it's pale white the blade itself was curved. Something of an oddity the crystal used gave it that shape. One he was within striking distance of Lapay he would try a simple slash for his opponents left forearm. He doubted this would work after all they had only just begun. Each was testing his opponent. Finding their strengths, searching for a weakness.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 29, 2013 9:29:45 GMT -8
Xeonon runs forward and is met with the Force. Due to the weakness with which I thrust the Force Push upon him, he is pressed back to the edge and not into it.
God's mercy.
While he was reeling from this attack, my left hand swept inside my buttoned-up duster coat at the left hip and reached swiftly to the rear belt, where it snatched one of the grenades sporting the blue-with-red-spots paint jobs, which I prepared to chuck at full strength at him. Being left-handed, with my right foot forward, I certainly certainly certainly would have shown him proper throwing form, but I hesitated. The impact would not be enough to toss him into the pit, but the explosion certainly would...nonetheless, I discovered that I was not prepared to let this end so easily. So I had mercy on him...
...To permit him death by a more appropriate means, I guess.
Since I abort this action, I proceed instead with a lunge followed by a several-step advance without shifting any of the body positions that I had assumed at the end of the Force Push. Weight still dramatically forward, right side still pointed at him, with my lightsaber still held exactly where it was before: in my right hand, at the end of what equates to a long-handled lightsaber (when Trogdor is in its Split Forme, which is the case right now), with the right arm fully extended, pointing at his neck. All in all, there should be no scenario in which he can launch an attack that has a hope of hitting without being stabbed through the throat in the process: thus, before making his slash a reality, he has to overcome this admittedly simple defense from my weapon, which ought to be longer than his.
(Although he might not be able to tell that much, because his depth perception could easily be thrown off by only having one eye to use as a reference point here.)
Where my movement ends is where the distance between us was cut down by a half again. The rest of the way, I remain motionless and permit him to take the initiative, to continue this advance. My face remains emotionless, but below the surface I am boiling with anticipation.
It would be wrong to say that I am still scoping out his weaknesses; I have already determined with these eyes of the Dark Side that he is weak many times over, and all that remains, therefore, is to select the route to victory which I find to be most pleasing. Hence the refusal to use that grenade. Hence the permission to allow him to come forward this far. Hence the preparation, as of right now, to demolish him with the Force. I will absolutely kill him with Force Spike, I think to myself. How suitable, to use this power that I have spent some time practicing with Aire since my absence from the Universe at large, as the notch to mark how productive that training was.
But let him come! He might die before I even have the chance to pull it off.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 30, 2013 8:01:10 GMT -8
If Xeonon could have heard the inner monologue he would have agreed, there was no way to attack without facing serious injury and probably death. He chopped it up to his missing eye playing tricks on him. For some reason he was only now paying real attention to the odd saber pike (all it looks like now unless I am wrong). It would be a simple thing to change the slash to a block and that's exactly what happened. Catching the red blade with his silver one he could feel the sparks that were sent off. Something was off with the sound though, the way it sounded and felt was similar to that of a compressed synth-crystal. An unstable blade, had his blade been of lower quality or a natural crystal it would have been shut down.
Thankfully his major crystal, the one that gave his blade the white sheen was also a crystal created by man. All Imperial Knights blades were fashioned as such in a bid to show the galaxy that each knight was nothing. They were weak on their own but together as a unit they were strong. Xeonon however had personalized his blade with the Mestare crystal. Rank does have it's perks after all. Still he had to be careful how hard he pressed on the blades. No lickings, no hard hits because honestly losing his blade would suck.
So pushing the blade of his opponent up so that the tip went towards the sky Xeonon rolled on his feet. His aim was to twirl around to His opponents side and smash him with the front of his shield. It may be a defensive weapon for the most part but being hit by a large piece of metal is bould to hurt the shut out of you. Even if not successful in the bid he was going to follow through with a slash to his opponents left side. Now he was aware of the risks he ran with this plan. He was opening up his own left side to attack briefly and as such he would end this by facing his opponent again.
It was in those moments he knew the duel was coming to it's climax. Xeonon was already aware only one person would be coming out of this cave alive. With each passing moment his chances were becoming slimmer, but so were the Siths. The familiar prickling on the back of his naleck was back, warning him that something was in motion something that was a danger to him. What it was he did not know, he did not care because right now his life was always in danger; one wrong step could end him. So for now he ignored it but was just as alert as ever. He let the force flow through him, direct his movements. His body a small pebble in a rushing river being tossed this way and that, only this was what he wanted. He spoke again trying to get inside his opponents head. Why people were silent in a fight he would never know. This was after all just a dance and everyone talks to their partner while dancing. Why is it that you have come here Sith? Was it to gain some mundane power? Something to help you achieve a higher plane of existence? What! News flash friend power does not bring victory! It brings over confidence. It brings... Death. Maybe this fella would slow down if I tried to pick apart the damn mantra of the Sith.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 30, 2013 18:45:11 GMT -8
This surprises me.
Rather than redirect his lightsaber, I really thought that Xeonon was going to use the cortosis edge of his shield to take out my lit lightsaber blade. (Of course, I would have had three more ready to take its place and reveal the true trident form, rather than just the pike, but that is a story that'll never get told, I guess.) Instead, he uses his blade to smack mine skyward, and as he takes note of the odd sound, this selfsame sound masks the clicking. Two clicks and then a metallic thud, to be precise, as I drop the grenade from my hand.
There's a good chance that he never even saw that I had it, much less let it drop.
While my saber is redirected ceiling-ward, Xeonon inexplicably decides to pivot inside (rather than outside) on me, leading with his blinded side, and perform a spinning maneuver to build up to an attack, and, presumably, carry his previous momentum forward inside my range so that I can't keep abusing my reach advantage.
Silly Xeonon. The entire mine is where I hold the advantage. Coming close to me makes no difference. Your fate was sealed the moment you called out to me.
His spin exposes the left side of his body to me, as he turns counterclockwise, and so he would be leading with the left side, which hosted the cybernetic eye of his that was burned out. I, with my newly-liberated left hand, have only to put my arm forward but a little and turn the hand in order to catch the edge of his shield before he launches into his shield bash. Giving it a good tug is the next step, as it appears to be a strap-on shield (therefore less easily dropped); I aim to pull the leading edge away from his body, ideally generating a lever-type force that serves to lock his forearm and wrist to his chest, stuck in the windup position and unable to start the actual bash. To assist, I slide my left foot towards its heel one foot-length; this helps with the leverage.
He is shorter than me, with a lower center of gravity, and stockier. (Although his slight muscle advantage might be spent due to the fact that he is wearing much heavier armor than I am) I cannot hold this shield in this position, but this was not a grappling maneuver meant to hold him indefinitely. All I need is to buy myself a split second: a split second to halt his rotation with him facing the same direction in which he had started, with his shield in between his right side and me, unable to bring his saber into any effective position since it's on the far side of his body from me, and with his shield locked down in my grip and unable to defend for just that split second.
Because, have you forgotten my right hand while he's been moving?
In the meantime that he is spinning, I have realized his gambit to get close to me. Holding my saber at full length is no longer helpful. So, with the upward movement of the blade, I regain control but then toss it up: turning my hand over, I catch it just before I reach out for the shield with my other hand. My grip is in the middle of the shaft now, elbow bent to near-orthogonal, holding it like you would picture a man about to hurl a spear would do.
And hurl I -almost- do. We stop just short of letting it go.
See, I am also taller than Xeonon. So as he comes inside on me, as he aims his shield bash for my left side, as I aim to stop his shield so that it gets in the way of his saber and prevents further movement for a moment, he has come well into my modified striking range. A simple transfer of about half of my weight onto my just-repositioned left foot, and I drive the lightsaber diagonally down, point-first, from the right side of my body towards the back of his skull, accompanied by a modest rotation of the hips, and this becomes a short but powerful thrust.
This is a lethal attack. I hope that it doesn't hit, because I did just make up my mind to kill him with Force Spike. But, if he insists, he can die this way instead. Although if he does get away from this, he's not nearly in the clear yet. For the aforementioned and several other reasons. The Dark Side is already just so eager to pierce him, I really want him to stay alive so that it can.
Even if he manages to power me backwards, apart from completely bowling me over, he won't be out-of-range of this attack, either. But rotation is not how you bowl someone over. You charge at them in a line, and you uppercut them from below if you want to knock them on their back. Xeonon wanted to create space and perhaps stun me, but I think he should have known better, especially with coming inside my body instead of pivoting towards my back and especially with leading with his blind side. And leading with a shield that is equally effective at blocking his weapon as it is mine.
Silly Xeonon, you are fighting a god. Your fate was sealed the moment you entered this universe.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 1, 2013 10:55:21 GMT -8
Gah all this technical talk will be the death of me, quite literally it could be the death of me. As his shield was pinned to his chest Xeonon marveled at the mans nerve. However it would take more than nerves to stop Xeonon, most people would have been burdened by the heavy armour but Xeonon was a cyborg. He boasted roughly the strength of three men, all of which meant nill right now. He had me dead to rights, obviously getting inside his opponents guard was out of the option he was to skilled for such a simple thing.
I can hear the pike getting closer when I spring forward using my built up momentum I leap onto my right side. Unfortunately I was unable to escape the full rath of the plasma blade, between ripping the shield free of the grip and my opponents speed he manages to score a nice rent down my back. Once again I thank the creator of the armour Imperial Knights use for their forethought in using lightsaber resistant materials. The armour on his back became blackened as the Phrick absorbed the stab, unfortunately the entity of the armour was not made of this light weight material.
Despite the filaments of Phrick protecting his vital organs the Durasteel that was also in the armour melted burning the skin from the neck down to his lower back. As predicted earlier Xeonon let this pain fuel his power. In that moment he fed on the pain, the hopelessness of the situation and fear that he may die. With all these negative emotions in mind Xeonon yelled at the top of his lungs AAHHHHHHHHHHHH A force scream would be powerful enough in the open but in this enclosed space with the help of the Dragite crystal the scream could cause some serious damage both physically and mentally. All around him his voice reverberated off the walls splintering the ground and walls weakening the stone around the duo, had the chains not been there (walls and roof) there is a good chance that both of the would have been crushed.
Of course part of the Imperial Knight was still fighting and as such he tumbed the blade off before rolling to the ground and back to his feet.
What is a god to a godless man.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Oct 1, 2013 13:28:49 GMT -8
Xeonon may have heard the sound of the pike. But I can see the movement of the Force.
His mental agitation and his extreme intentions to cause damage at all costs-- even risking the very collapse of the mine!-- perturb his aura; as he draws in his breath and prepares to unleash his Force-amplified voice into the dragite crystal for a second stage of amplification, I see the evidence of what he is about to do by the surge of the Force under his command around his vocal chords. I knew this was coming, but I did not know that he would do it now.
And I am not prepared to put up a Barrier right now, because all I've been thinking about is that Force Spike.
He dives to the right, away from me. Rightly so. I'm too dangerous. He easily removed his shield from my all-too-transient grip in order to do this. He flopped like a fish on the ground-- perhaps not quite what I would have done-- and that's when he drew breath and Force Screamed. I was given by Force Sight just a moment's warning to brace myself, and in the moment that followed I reacted solely upon instinct to try to cut short his awful voice.
The sound waves tear through otherwise silent space and reverberated within moments over and again upon each other. Aware that it was coming, I had steeled myself against the pain and any hope of blocking it, because that is all I am prepared to do: a dual exchange. His attack will shatter rocks, but mines are braced against this kind of seismic damage. It may burst my eardrums-- if it does that to me, I think it'll do that to him, too, because unlike when using Force Scream in an open space (where they will only travel away from the user), the echoes of this cavern also rebound the attack towards the user-- and it might even tear my flesh. But in return for taking it, I will unleash an attack that will kill him.
Pain erupts and vessels burst. The noise is so loud that I can feel it in my bones. As my nerves register his incredible sensation, however, I do not flinch away from it. I use it, the same way he's done with the burned skin.
I use it to supplement the attack that I throw at him, aimed at the one bright point that I can focus on unwaveringly: his throat, enhanced with the Force, beckons for my instinctive response to target it. Begging for retribution for the punishment that it is inflicting right now. My mind is numbed to where all it is capable of is to unleash the very attack that I have been silently rehearsing, preparing for in the last few moments leading up to now.
The Force Push was weak.
This Force Spike is not.
I clench my open left hand into a fist as I form into existence the Spike even as the early waves of his Scream wash over me. A brilliant silver javelin of the Force, visible plain as day to my Force Sight but otherwise invisible, emerges just two centimeters away from his skin, hones its tip and, with no time to pause for effect, plunges forward. Fueled by my dutiful purpose and enlivened by the pain that he is dishing out, I direct it swiftly and linearly towards the nexus of his bronze aura currently swelling at his throat.
Let it puncture and put an end to the screaming, and the living.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 4, 2013 14:28:28 GMT -8
As Xeonon landed he had turned to project the yell towards the Sith. That's when it happened, he lost his voice. Not just that but he lost all feeling in his neck. Then the pain started, this made the seared flesh seem like child's play. At least then he could express his pain through yelling, now he was as silent as a dead man. Which he was soon to be. His hearing was gone, but he could still see if only just. The force scream had damaged the insides of his right eye now and much like when the T-101 was restarting it was grainy, static and would cut out for half a second.
So this is the way the world ends, not with a bang or even a wimper just silence. Of course he was still alive, for at least 4 minutes more. Less than half of that until he passes out then a coma and finally death. His lightsaber lay beside him but he did not go for it. Instead he brought his hand up and over his chest to wear his .48 caliber pistol was. Using everything the mechanic hand had for speed he ripped the pistol free and aimed it and his opponent. If this is to be my tomb then so let it be yours as well. As he spoke these words telepathically Xeonon aimed for the center of mass and began to unload the bullets.
Now had his mortal hand been firing the kick back would have sent all but one of the bullets wide. As this was not all were more or less aimed towards the chest in a steady motion. The depleted barridium rounds were designed to punch through heavy armour without much problem. The only question was had his opponent counted him out of the game or was he still on his gaurd. Of course this was all in vain he was still going to die down here. There was no chance of escape. Only vengeance. As his finger pulled the trigger it's final time the arm went limp and fell ontop of Xeonon the gun still in his hand. He had passed out from lack of air. He had died as he lived, fighting.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Oct 4, 2013 18:20:03 GMT -8
Silence and darkness, Xeonon.
Merciful silence. He can no longer make noise. The Force Spike was nicely executed, I think to myself. But he gives me no real respite, either.
The blue-with-red-spots grenade that I dropped not very long ago is an EMP, and the two clicks is the second-of-three possible timer durations, five seconds. Those five seconds are very nearly up.
His words project telepathically in the silence of the darkness, coming into my mind despite his punctured throat.
<< If this is to be my tomb then so let it be yours as well. >>
He then takes aim with his mechanical arm wielding a heavy gun and fires.
Well. We're still quite close to each other. As Xeonon is taking aim for me, I am taking aim for him. All I have left, numb and in the post-execution state of my Force Spike, is the half of Trogdor still in my right hand. I can't dodge or defend, what I do is the only thing I can: throw it, like a spear. Aim for the gun, see if I can fuse the barrel shut with the lightsaber blade.
But a throw is slower than a gun, and Xeonon's first shot flies through my right pectoral, the heavy bullet not even slowed a little bit by the layers of clothing and energy-resistant coat, and in response, blood. My blood.
It's more damage than I expected to receive here. But it will take far more than a shot to put an end to this god's life.
Xeonon, however, is quite prepared to deliver this as requested. I only hope that the lightsaber's path can reach the gun before I take too many more, or that its path obstructs his vision, and--
BOOM.
There's the EMP going off, which I myself nearly forgot about.
In an instant, we are both subjected to a high flux 5m radial sphere of ionizied particles. This instantly increases our likelihood of developing cancer by 20%.
It also causes my lightsaber to short out in midair. So no gun-destroying today.
But the reason I thought to pull that grenade, as opposed to a regular thermal detonator, was because of Xeonon's cyborg nature. His eye was primarily what I was looking to shut down, but the hand that holds the gun is also mechanical.
Therefore there is the chance that, with the one shot fired, his electronics will also fry and he will freeze up just before passing out from asphyxiation.
If this chance fails to come through for me, though, I'll be taking at least one more shot to the chest before I can manage to take cover. At times like these I am pretty dang happy to be an Icarii.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 5, 2013 5:41:18 GMT -8
The grenade went off dousing Xeonon in the Ionized particles and he looses the last chances he had of avenging his death. The last remaining eye shuts down as does the hand. As it drops it falls at such an angle that the trigger is squeezed one last time by the impact. The chances of it hating anything would be astronomical but if it did do any damage it would be at shin height. Xeonon was finished.
His whole body hurt as sores all over weeper out blood. His body convulsing as it feebly tried to get oxygen. More so even his insides hurt, the EMP had done internal damage as well. His heart and lungs had also been under the aid of cybernetics. Although theystill worked by some fluke it was intermitant and painful. His heart beat irregularly, the lungs which were already burning seared. From his mouth blood started to dribble down his cheek as the fluid that kept him alive left so did he fade from thought and pain. He passed out to enter the void unknowingly. Peacefully. So ends the life of Xeonon Solomon.
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