A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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The two duelists find themselves in a massive hangar, the Main Hangar to be exact. Instead of a Lambda-class Shuttle, TIE Interceptors and TIE/D Defenders hang on racks, and boxes are moved about on turbolifts and repulsor carts. The smell of mechanical fluids linger in the air, and through the view port one can see the blackness of space drifting by.
Combatants, should you have any questions, your assigned judges are Ishmael and Alkor Centaris . Good luck, and may the best duelist win!
Kirwin jumped down from the TIE fighter he had been hiding on, his quarry was somewhere around here. He didn't normally take bounties on Jedi as he used to be one himself. But the price on the guy's head was too large to pass up. "One way or another, this is going to be my last job." Kirwin though as he took inventory of his weaponry. His DC-17m IWS was slung over his left shoulder, he never had been able to change it out of the long range configuration. Placing his right hand on his holster he felt his DL-44, just waiting to be drawn and used. Kirwin didn't have to touch his lightsaber to know it was clipped to a special attachment on the back of his Beskar breastplate placing it in the small of his back. Kirwin pulled out a holocomm and pressing a button on the side displayed an image of his target: Mike Frantz.
On any normal job Kirwin would set up some sort of trap and eliminate his taget from afar, but today he was feeling courteous. He was willing to let the former Jedi look at his captor before becoming his biggest payday yet. Putting the holocomm away Kirwin looked around the empty hangar, all his handiwork. Inputing a false lockdown to the hanger was easier than he had anticipated. There were crates here and there, left behind after the false emergency lockdown had been issued. But overall the hangar was void of any living beings.
Now he just had to wait. Standing in roughly the center of the hangar, Kirwin opened himself to the Force, since his prey was a Force weilder it was only proper that he prepared to have to use it too. The power he felt enter his being was soft, like a fresh spring from back on Naboo. And he was a vessel eagerly filling himself, waiting to use his power only if needed.
I take a long, deep breath as I enter the hangar of the massive super star destroyer. Everything from the sterilizing scent of the cleaner that all warships seem to use to the whiskey on my own breath brought memories. This isn't the first time I've been in the hangar of a Star Destroyer, in fact I've served on a variety of them in my many years of wondering about the galaxy doing good, or at least what I thought of as good. The distinction between the two had always seemed vague and fluid, but recently with the universe on it's head that line seemed to be even harder to find. Taking another long pull from the flask my contemplative thoughts are interrupted by some vestage of warning. Whether it was instinct or the force that told me something was wrong I don't much care, I learned long ago to trust my senses.
Replacing the flask to it's place on my belt I begin to relax, allowing my body to become prepared for action, slowly pulling in the force to assist as I begin looking around for the source of the feeling. As I start to look around I take stock of my equipment, making sure all of my various weapons are in their proper places. My left and briefly grasps the hilt of the sword on my left hip, the now familiar grip of the cavalry saber style sword buzzing slightly with energy of it's own was enough to calm myself even farther allowing me to focus even more intently on the world around me. All three hilts and things disguised as hilts rested calmly hanging from my belt on the hip opposite the sword. The DE-10 pistol was secured in the holster under my left armpit ready for a quick draw should I need it, even if It had been a long time since I'd needed to draw the weapon in earnest. Finally I reached out with the force slightly to feel the two concealed weapons, first the knife in my right arm guard and more importantly the thousands of metal shards dispersed through my pockets, ready should I need weapons that weren't so obvious. In addition to the weapons I was glad that I had put the chainmail shirt on under my many pocketed jumpsuit before boarding this vessel, I was starting to think I was going to have need of it before the end of the day. Clacking the two force forged arm guards together in the nearly silent hangar I used just a little bit of collected force energy to enhance the sound, letting a metallic clink reverberate for a moment before raising my voice to address whatever was here. If you're going to do something now would be the time, I'm not getting any younger here. I couldn't keep the usual half-smile off my old white bearded face as I spoke to the threat. Today was going to be interesting, and either release me from this world, or bring me one step closer to the goal... now if only I could remember what that goal was.
A stack of crates partially obscured the older looking man as he entered the far side of the hangar. Kirwin looked him up and down briefly, without a trained eye the man would look completely harmless, but the details gave it away. This man was armed to the teeth with various weaponry hanging from his belt. Something told Kirwin that even if he had offered surrender to his bounty he would have been refused. "Let's get to it then." He said as if he had been standing right next to the man, switfly unslinging his DC-17m and leveling it at Mike.
A last second adjustment and Kirwin fired the shot, aiming directly for Mike's head. The contract had said alive, but that looked like it was going to be too difficult. He was going to have to kill Mike to collect this payday. A second pasma round followed the first a mere two seconds later. The recoil wasn't the best on this rifle, but the visual cybernetic enhancement allowed Kirwin to compensate and know when exactly to pull the trigger again.
If his shots landed, which in all reality, this was a Jedi he was facing so Kirwin knew he wouldn't be that lucky, this fight would be over before it began. Only a wishful bounty hunter would hope to take a Jedi out in two shots.
Standing straight up in the middle of a hangar with an obvious blaster rifle leveled at my face wasn't exactly a great way to get a kill on me, but it was at least honorable... stupid, but honorable. For the young man's honor I at least waited until the trigger was pulled to act, there was still a chance this wasn't going to be contest to the death, one can hope at least. As soon as my senses detected the pull (yes I realize that as a jedi that technically happens before the trigger pull but it wasn't like I was going to wait for the actual pull and let myself get splattered all over the pristine hangar floor, I'm crazy but I'm not an idiot.) I burst into movement. Dodging the bolts looked to an outside observer more like a drunken stumble than any true dodge of a skilled combatant, and truth be told that's exactly what it was, but rather than completely random it was controlled chaos, allowing me to pull on natural balance and randomness of the drink to help pull my head out of the first shot as I twist and duck, catching myself to the right as I take a step, spinning around the second shot in a similar drunken turn before taking a final long stride to take cover behind the solar panel of a TIE fighter on the hangar floor awaiting maintenance.
"Well there goes the whole 'no death contest' hope I suppose." I mumble mostly to myself as I activate my left arm guard and pull one of the hilt looking objects from my belt with my right hand as I watched the shield fan out from my left arm guard forming a circular shield about 2 feet in diameter drawing in on the force as I did. As soon as the shield was in place and hilt like object was in my hand I spun out from behind my cover, shield ready to intercept any extra bolts as I threw my weapon forward, catching it with the force and propelling it toward the bounty hunter with the force as I spun back the way I had come into cover and continued guiding the weapon. Intended to look like I wanted to spear him with it I held the weapon as a quick telekinetic homing missile, using my opponent's own life force as my guide, hoping to activate the weapon at the last possible moment and perhaps end this contest here and now.
"This drunk is good." Kirwin thought as he followed his movements through the scope. There was no point firing and wasting the three remaining rounds forcing a reload until absolutely necessary. Mike had hidden himself behind a TIE wing and Kirwin was patient enough to wait for his next move. He didnt have to wait long as the old man reappeared with a type of buckler, arm cocked back for a throw. Slightly lowering the crosshairs as soon as he saw the shield, Kirwin fired a plasma round at Mike's right knee as he threw the object in his hand.
After firing the shot Kirwin looked for the flying object, it had made its way about halfway of the distance between himself and Mike. Reaching out with the Force he had been collecting, he attempted to redirect the projectile toward the ceiling instead of stop or try to telekineticaly take control of it. As he did so he also moved away from his standing position toward a stack of crates about three meters to his right, where he crouched and set up his rifle in a more stable firing position. He really didn't want to kill the old man, his alive bounty was way higher than his deceased, but he couldn't take any chances with a Jedi.
What is it with people and trying to take out knee caps? It's like everyone in the galaxy watched way too many old gangster holos. Thankfully this wasn't my first rodeo. Dropping to my knee I begin a roll back to cover, pulling my shield across my body as I did to take the blaster instead of my poor old knee. As I made my drop roll I angled the shield off to the left just a fraction so as to deflect the blast rather than trying to stop it outright. I didn't feel like letting these old bones of mine try to take that sort of kinetic force if I could avoid it. A single bolt wasn't likely to do anything more than bruise the arm behind the shield even if I had gone to block it outright, but I didn't survive this long by taking bruises that I didn't have to.
Completing the roll in a crouch behind my TIE panel cover I smile just a little bit. The bounty hunter was a good shot, and apparently force sensitive, but he had made his mistake by staying far away and now he was going to pay for it. Pulling my flask out of my belt pouch I take another swig before dropping to both knees, kneeling down as I close my eyes and focus. Now was the time to show the young man why they called me a Jedi Master instead of just another drunk from Corellia. Reaching out with my senses falling almost instantly into a semi-meditative force trance aided by experience and alcohol I flood my inner senses with the force, allowing it to be my eyes and ears. In but a moment I got a much better sense of the battlefield in front of me, the TIE's in their racks above us, the craft on the floor being maintained, and all the various machinery used to maintain the ships.
For most Jedi technology was just more inanimate material to be noted and sometimes tossed about with great swaths of force power, but for me it had always hummed with it's own form of life. Even the mostly inert starfighters thrummed in my senses, their wires and generators full of currently untapped potential. In this moment though there was only one source of technology I was searching for, my own thrown weapon, still on it's course to the ceiling. Catching it in my telekinetic grasp once again I reverse it's course with the aid of the natural gravity and pull it like a meteor toward the bright beacon of lifeforce that was my attacker. Prepared to active the weapon when I was sure of a kill. I didn't relish ending this young man's life, but when you're attacked with lethal force, sometimes that's what you have to respond with, and this young man was far too dangerous to use half measures on. ""
The old man was resourceful Kirwin gave him that, but he needed to be put down. In another life when Kirwin was still a Jedi he might have trained under this man. But times were different, and he needed the credits.
Kirwin saw that the older man had ducked back behind the TIE wing during his repositioning. Pulling away from his sight, he noticed something was awry. He wasn't a novice when it came to weapons or explosives, and that was something this fight was missing: an explosion. Quickly looking up his cyber eye spotted it: the object hurtling his way. Seconds to react, time felt like it slowed to a stand still as he rose to a standing position and in that motion ripped to lid off the crate he was hiding behind and sent it to intercept the object with a small nudging from the Force to keep it on a crash course. This move obviously took his attention away and turned his back from the old man's hiding spot, but it was a small price to pay to keep a possible thermal detonator from killing him. As the crate lid sailed up, Kirwin rolled away from the immanent explosion, trying to get to a safe spot to take out his target.
Kirwin now found himself an extra four meters away from his target's hiding spot. Cursing himself for not bringing his own explosives he called upon the Force to cloak his astral presence from the Jedi Master. If he could successfully hide his Force presence he might pull the man out of hiding to maintain visual presence. Crouched and minimizing his movement to conserve the Force and concentration Kirwin looked through his scope, waiting for Mike to make his next move, hopefully his last mistake too.
Rather than activate the concealed explosive I drop my concentration on the weapon and allow it to collide with the lid and fall harmlessly to the floor as I tracked the young man in the force until suddenly he vanished. Obviously he was at least partially trained it would seem. Unfortunately for him there were still things that the young man had yet to learn. Returning to my focus on the technology of the bay and the last known location of my opponent it takes almost no time at all to find something the young man had neglected to conceal, his rifle. To be fair to the young man there were few force users who could detect individual technology in the force,and I had yet to meet another who could do it to a degree even close to my own. Rather than go for some sort of dramatic move or another attempt at destruction I decided to change tactics and give the young man a chance. Reaching out to his weapon I focus, reaching instead inside it, subtly disconnecting the trigger assembly from the rest of the weapon with a minor effort of telekinesis. Standing up, I move out from behind cover to address the young man. My lower body is kept carefully behind a crate up to about belly button level and I keep my shield up protecting from my eyes down. I want to give the young man a chance and I'm fairly certain his main weapon is out of the game for now but i'm no idiot, I'm going to do my best to keep myself as protected as possible. "I'll give you this one chance. Surrender now and no harm will come to you. I don't want to hurt you Kid.."
As Mike stepped out from the protection of the TIE wing, he kept almost all of his mody covered, but from the forehead up was available for reconfiguration. Before the man spoke Kirwin pulled the trigger of his weapon, but the bolt never fired, and Mike was unhurt. He frustratedly lowered his rifle as the older man spoke, setting it on a nearby crate he began walking toward the other, "I'm afraid can't do that Master Frantz. There is a bounty on your head and I aim to collect it. It said 'alive', but I can bring in your head for a discount. I'd rather not do the latter if I don't have to. So please, make this easy on the both of us and give up. Turn yourself in and we can stop this unnecessary fight." He had dropped his cloak as soon as Mike had revealed himself and once again drew on the Force to replenish what he had used.
Kirwin made sure to skirt the area that the potential explosive had not exploded. He was still puzzled by that, until he saw it: a shoto hilt. "So he was trying to skewer me. Not cause an explosion." He poked at it with the Force causeing it to roll further away from him as he walked and made a mental note of where it was for later information. By this time Kirwin had closed the distance from about twenty-five meters to twelve meters where he stopped, hoping the old man would just give up and make it an easy bounty.
It appeared that this entire attack was financial in nature. Well that was something that could be understood, and perhaps handled. Maybe I wouldn't have to harm this young man today. Unfortunately it was also quite possible that there was about to be a very large burst of violence. It was often hard to tell in situations like this. Keeping myself as covered as possible I felt him pulling on the force and continued my own draw, getting ready to continue to defend myself if necessary. Now knowing at least a little of my attacker I was hesitant to kill him. If it's something I could avoid I'd prefer it, but he might not give me a choice at this point. Damn I'm getting far too old for this. Keeping an eye on the younger man with special attention to the blaster pistol at his side, I wait for a countermove as I speak once again, my voice calm and collected, rational and oddly lacking a slur. I suppose that's what you get from decades of practice. "If money is your motivation than I have a simple solution for you. Whatever they're offering I'll double it and you walk away now." It was the flat out truth too, I happened to be filthy rich from a deal made a long time ago with Adi for my controlling interest in a shipyard. It had been sitting in my accounts for what felt like forever and I'd happily pay the price to save me the pain of having to kill another young man, that had happened far too much in my life already and I'd rather not keep adding anymore notches to that particular belt. Besides if money really was his only motivation for this fight I figured this would be the quickest and most simple way to end it, and the faster the better with this sort of thing, before anyone could manage to get too twitchy.
Mike hadn't attacked at least. Even though the offer he gave was very enticing Kirwin had never betrayed a contract. He took every job seriously, he gave his word he would complete it and he wasn't going back on it. "Again, Master Frantz, I have to refuse your offer. As enticing as two-million credits sound, I gave my word to my client and I never break a promise. But if you come with me, maybe you can pay off your own bounty. My client is a very reasonable person. If you have the money that you claim to have that is. This is the last time I will ask." He countered one last time to Mike's reply with his final offer. His response would have one of two outcomes. One: Mike would agree to go under his custody and the fight would be over, deeming him the victor of this battle. Or two: Mike would refuse, forcing them to continue their fight until one of them fell or conceded.
As he gave his final offer Kirwin stood in a gunslinger stance, placing his right hand centimeters above the handle of his DL-44, "Please make the right choice Master Frantz." He said, as he prepared for the worst outcome to happen, leaving his mind open to the Force for any move Mike might make.
It appeared that the young man wasn't going to surrender. I wish I could believe that whoever set the bounty was as reasonable as the young man said but in my experience very few people who set bounties are reasonable, especially if there is an option for the reduced pay "dead" option. People who accept death as any sort of option aren't likely to be paid off. The choice was made, the chance was given, and the chips were down. Time to end this.
With no warning a blaze forward, pushing the force I had gathered into my muscles as I moved forward in a burst of Force Speed. I kept the shield in it's position, prepared to intercept any sort of blaster shot he might be able to manage, even if such a thing was unlikely with the relatively short distance I had to travel. Allowing my force enhanced muscles to take me into a very cool looking (in my opinion at least) sliding leap over the crates in front of me I take a straight line toward the man using the momentum of the super human speed I intend to slam my shield directly into his chest, knocking him down or at the very least off balance. As contact is made I plan to move my right arm up palm facing the man's head releasing the ballistic knife in the underside of that armguard at point blank range directly into the young man's eye, hoping to end it all quickly in what would undoubtedly be a very large spray of blood, once again a young man's fire removed from the galaxy for nothing more than money, such a waste.
There it was, not exactly what he had expected, but he felt it. He hadn't recovered enough Force to make a full fledged counter attack. A minimal movement defense would have to do. The moment Mike moved Kirwin summoned his lightsaber and ignited it with a snap-hiss, he dropped to his right knee, he then thrust his lightaber upwards to the spot that was just below the lower edge of Mike's shield. He didn't have time to do much more than that as Mike was upon him in the span of those few seconds. Kirwin hoped it would impale Mike before he could react to it.
If he were successful Mike would be stuck like a pig, if he were to fail at this offensive defense Kirwin would find himself with a face full of shield and possibly more damage than he had anticipated in this hunt.
It seemed that the bounty hunter was down to desperation at this point. Unfortunately it wasn't likely to be enough at least not this time. Instead of immediately going for the kill with my right arm I first sweep it out in front of me in a counterclockwise circle to bad bat it out of line to my right. As I come crashing into him with my shield, keeping it interposed between myself and the right hand that was likely preparing for a "surprise" draw and fire from his blaster using it's momentum and weight to hopefully keep the arm pinned down and out of line. As I make contact I swing my arm in an opposite motion from what it had just made to align the gauntlet once again with the other man's eye, finally going for the intended kill shot as we both fall toward the ground with my momentum.
