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Post by Corr on Jun 14, 2013 10:15:37 GMT -8
Dantooine: Abandoned Jedi Enclave
Broken beams jut up from a collapsed building to the side. Glass and rubble litter the floors of the hallway. A steady rain plops down from the grey sky, unhurried fat drops of water slowly washing everything back to the dirt. Once, long ago, this place was a bastion of light in the galaxy. Now it is a gutted shell of it's former glory, the Jedi Enclave of Dantooine, a silent marker for the death of the Jedi. |
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 19, 2013 9:29:30 GMT -8
A fitting place to destroy a Forcie. Ashrah stood, all 6 foot of him, in his black beskar'gam. His buy'ce planted firmly on his head, scanning the area. He was standing out in the relative open, in what used to be an outdoor courtyard, waiting for the Dark Sider he was tracking. His shot gun was mag locked to his back, the handle of his blade poking out over his right shoulder. Around his left forearm was wrapped his chain, the 2 foot handle with 3 inch hooked blade on the end in his left hand, the ball resting just below his elbow. He would find this....Kel fella.....and he would feed him his own spleen......
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Kel Sentriss
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Jun 21, 2013 21:05:03 GMT -8
Kel strode through the rubble of what had once been one of the most significant bastions of Jedi lore and training in the galaxy. This was a place of power, even if it lacked the kind that benefited a Jedi - that of serenity, peace. Now it was corrupted, and although the Force was oddly quiet with the lack of attention it had seen since its heydays of squalling padawans and reverent Masters, it was still a potent Force that begged to be utilized by one strong enough to wield it.
His footfalls made soft patters against the duracrete that lined the path leading into the small plaza upon which the duel would take place, and as he emerged into the open area, he regarded his opponent with a wary eye. Roughly his height, clearly armored, weapons abound. A closer look would be needed to discern their use, but right now it was enough to be aware of their existence. Clearly, though, there was some manner of chain-weapon strung on the man's left arm. The viciously curved end was obviously the business end, and it would take a cunning mind to avoid having said hook find its way somewhere nasty - or to perhaps use it against its master.
He did a quick mental checklist of his own armament. His usual knife rested comfortable at his right hip, his DL-44 on his left. His sword, the most apparent of his murderous implements, strapped across his back in what he now saw as a similar fashion to his opponent. He'd brought along a second combat knife that currently was embedded in the upper part of his left combat boot, and although he'd brought with his garrote wire, he saw little use for it against one armed in what appeared to be authentic beskar'gam. Rare, though an odd complement to the Mandalorian crushgauntlet that encased Kel's right forearm, its spiked knuckles and pointed fingers a testamant to its ability to wreak destruction on even armored foes if the proper touch were applied.
He came to a stop a few meters from his opponent and sized him up. He'd heard plenty of Ashrah Intalbo, by reports a superb duelist in his own right, though he'd yet to face this one in any confrontation. Word had it that while he lacked any ability with the Force, some quirk of genetics rendered him immune - or perhaps merely resistant - to its use against him, at least directly. Redundantly enough, the armor he sported would make any overt uses of the Force similarly without effect, though there were plenty of tricks up the Sith's sleeve to get past that. It was simply a matter of choosing his moment and outthinking his foe. He smiled a cocksure grin and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his sword, drawing its length out of its scabbard with a slither of metallic contact. It came free, and he held it loosely to his side as he threw an upward nod to his opponent, the lone indication of any respect he ever gave.
"I suppose pleasantries would fall on deaf ears if I were inclined to give any. Care to get started?"
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Ashrah
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 24, 2013 6:58:02 GMT -8
The Sith, for surely that is what this man was, walked into the plaza where he stood. So this was the Mighty Kel Sentris. Pronounced "Keel". Or so his translator would have him believe. He watched the way the man moved. A predator. One used to being top of the food Chain. Typically arrogant of the Forcies. No matter. One more obstacle for the Mandalorian people to overcome. He watched as the other man wrapped a hand around his sword and spoke. As soon as Kel's hand closed over the hilt Ashrhas right arm moved like a blur, his genetically enhanced speed rather apparent. Muscle flexed, sinew and tendon shrunk and stretched, and the shot gun came free in a blink. The barrel was pointed at Kel's chest as the man finished the word Deaf.
With a Corr like expression on his buy'ce, Ashrah pulled the trigger, grabbed the pump, pulled the trigger again, dropped the weapon and broke into a run, charging the Sith. His own blade cleared its sheath in near silence, the deadly combination of his blade and the hooked blade on the chain handle expressing his need to end this mans life....
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Kel Sentriss
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Jun 24, 2013 20:51:31 GMT -8
Kel was a Sith, and while his natural reflexes were most certainly honed by years of steeping in the Force, his time as a mercenary and bounty hunter was sometimes the difference that saved his life. More than once, he'd tracked a target to some seedy underbelly cantina or dilapidated alleyway only to be interrupted in the midst of offering an ultimatum. The way of the warrior was the way of knowing, and situational awareness was an ability that required the user to be of a multifaceted mind: the need to react without thinking was the cornerstone of the master's mental repertoire. As his eye tracked the lightning-quick movement of the arm that seized the weapon on the Mandalorian's back, his free left hand curled a single finger in a mimicry of the action used to fire a trigger-based weapon, an instinctive movement he'd utilized plenty and practiced more in his travels - rarely did an assailant expect their weapon to go off without their consent, and sometimes that moment of confusion provided ample opportunity to strike.
By the time the warrior was bringing the weapon to bear with the barrel aligned near-vertically and with his own neck, his simple employ of the Force to depress the trigger - for surely no Mandalorian would see the need for a safety on a blaster - would ideally discharge the weapon. Who knew what kind of kick it had; flechette launchers, slugthrowers, simple laser shotguns all had varied amounts of recoil, but a simple pop to the throat could rattle even the sternest warrior even if it didn't nearly do the job of incapacitating him. At worst, it would likely simply discharge its deadly payload into thin air, a result which would suit the Sith Lord in his quest to remain unriddled with bullets.
Simultaneously, he spun his body clockwise, swinging his left leg back as he tried to narrow his profile even has he held the Force grip on the trigger, effectively preventing a second firing by simply giving the trigger no room to depress. His left finger remained curled, and the simple Force grip was easy enough to maintain with no other immediate threats to concern himself with. It was a hold easy to maintain, but also easy to release should a different reaction become necessary. His eyes remained locked on his prey, his words choked off and salty on his tongue. The Mandalorian was brash, arrogant, and cocksure. That was an attitude he was accustomed to dealing with, and one that he'd turned into a deadly backfire on more than one occasion. Patience was the watchword, and soon enough his opportunity would present itself.
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 25, 2013 7:37:50 GMT -8
His shotgun went off. Bloody Force Users. Any lesser man, indeed any person who did not wear the beskar'gam, never mind one that wasn't Mand'alor, would have surely dropped the weapon with a startled curse. This was no ordinary man. This man was literally built to hunt and kill Force Users. This man was Mand'alor. This man was now seriously annoyed his weapon had been touched by the tainted finger of the Force. The blast happened as the weapon was near on target, kicking the weapon back. Using the momentum, Ashrah let his arm go back, then snapped it forward as hard as his considerable strength would allow, launching the shotgun directly at Kels head. Even if he did not hit, it would hopefully serve as a distraction.
It was then that he finally exploded into movement, following the throw with his blade appearing in his hand, his body launching forward. Let the Force User believe him brash, unthinking and wholly arrogant. It would be the mans downfall.....
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jul 4, 2013 11:47:12 GMT -8
Due to the shortness of this fight the judging was rather abbreviated. We felt that Ashrah was the more aggressive and that Kels move with the trigger was pretty unlikely. While TK is a basic Force Power the application of it to a target as small as a trigger, as well as that trigger moving at the speed Ashrah was moving at, would need a lot more concentration than shown if managed at all. It is understood that Kels writer has router problems and this too influences the decision.
Ashrah goes through and we hope to see Kel back for the next tourney.
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