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 @chroniclercato and @ron . Good luck, and may the best duelist win!
Armament: Lightsaber Link Attire: Casual Clothing/Leatheris Boots (Nothing Special)
This seemed as fitting a place as any to thwart the perverse ideology of one that fell to the slog the Dark Side offered. The main hangar aboard none other than the Sith Lord, Darth Vader’s, very own Executor-class Super Star Destroyer. It was like a trip back in time as he strode into the ‘belly of the beast’. Fighters and Interceptors of a bygone past spotted the scene, resting in their various docks that lined the ceiling to this chamber. Various boxes and cargo containers littered the floor space, let had been pushed around to leave room for two combatants to dance the vicious dance with sabers to be entwined with one another. The Durasteel and Duracrete that formed the walls, ceiling and floor of the hangar stood in great contrast to the grimness that the void of open space would offer them through the blue hewn shielding that would protect those within from its immense vacuum.
Calum took a glimpse around the chamber, taking it all in. Gauging each nook and cranny for anything that might be exploitable. Getting a ‘lay of the land’ to be familiar and not be caught off guard. In his right hand, he held the hilt of his lightsaber, the blade still housed safely within. The was specialty to the attire he’d chosen to adorn his figure today. Simply some casual clothing, couple with a pair of leatheris boots. His blue eyes shown across the chamber to the other entrance where his opponent was likely to appear through and he waited, yet sensed around him with the Force to not be caught unaware should this person try to be crafty or elusive in their appearance here.
The door slid open with a mechanical hiss. Jolene’s eyes darted across the room before she set one foot in to the place. She took everything in, paying attention to every little detail. She never let him out of her eye line, as she took her first step and started making her way over. A DL44 blaster hung on her left hip, while her lightsaber hung from her right. She had already placed both sets of brass knuckles on her hands, her durasteel throwing knives, one in each knee high boot. Her clothes were simple, nothing special about them. As she got closer, she eyed the space that was supposed to be their battle ground. Jo felt the force around her, already starting to build it up, not wanting to be caught of guard. She did not know this person, nor did she care. This was not a time for caring, not that she ever did.
A smirk crossed her lips, as she sized up her victim, drawing closer to where she needed to be. She wanted to keep enough distance between them, waiting for him to make the first move. ”It’s a pity really, that today brings you closer to death” she said, stopping and looking at him, her smirk not leaving her face. ”You can walk away now, I’m sure no one would call you a coward” she taunted him. She took a stance, wanting to skip the pleasantries. ”Let’s get this over with” she muttered, sounding a bit bored now. She raised her right hand, holding out flat in front of her, and lifted her fingers in a motion to beckon him forward.
Why take on the childish nature of chiding and taunting one’s opponent? It served for nothing more than to prove one’s own ego or insecurities, and man did these Dark types do it a lot. Sure, such verbals jabs could be incorporated in the practice of Dun Moch, but did this woman really think himself susceptible to such trivial jests? Surely not. But perhaps this one was simply young and naive. Believing her looks and/or idle threats would actually get her somewhere here. Would, maybe, get a rise out of an otherwise stoic man. Then came the motion of the hand as to beckon him to her. Did this woman really think such a thing would work when all other attempts prior would fail to get a rise out of him? It was almost laughable for him as such a thing wouldn’t bid him to her will.
Instead, he would simply stand by, there. His lips would not move to form words, nor would his stature shift in any semblance of aggression. If she wanted a fight, she would have one, but it would be on his terms, not hers. He wouldn’t allow her that luxury. Not this time.
His eyes closed and his senses delved into the ebbs and flows of the Living Force. He could feel it as the air shifted. The miniscule hum of a droid carrying about its duties in a distant corner of the hangar. The very inhales and exhales of both he and the Dark Sider before him. For the Force was a path to a greater realization. For when one really sought to be one with the Force, they would unlock its true potential as not just an ally, but as a powerful tool to be used in a great many different ways.
The move was hers now and his inaction at her behest would likely have given her a large sum of irritation.
Jolene noticed that he didn’t react and she sighed, standing up and crossing her arms. ”I guess you don’t want to fight, should I get us a chair then? Maybe we can kill each other by staring since that’s all you seem to want to do.” she said and looks him straight in the eyes. The force builds around her, as she stands there, not making another sound. If this was the so called fight, she was seriously disappointed. She reached down, grabbing one of her knives from her boot and started cleaning her nails with it, and whistles a tune, still keeping him in her eye line, ready to go whenever he was.
Once she was done cleaning her nails, she started twirling the knife in her hand, before finally replacing it back in her boot and then her right hand goes up to her forehead and scratches her forehead. ”There should have been some Corellian Ale or something” she said with a smirk, knowing he probably wouldn’t answer. She slightly shook her head and looks at him. @calum
So it seemed that this was what this so-called fight was becoming. A staring match for her and for him, Calum was simply biding his time. Apparently this is how it went when neither would-be combatant wished to engage the other. When neither wanted to make that critical first move. Not that it mattered to Calum. He was a patient man after all. And stubborn. It wasn’t that he strived to be stubborn, just it is simply who he was. A lifetime of military studies coupled with his individual tutelage in the Force and forged him to be the man he was today.
His eyes were already closed when she pulled her knife from its boot and proceeded to dig at her nails with it. However, that did not escape the man. No the Force had queued him in on that detail. Even as her snide remarks aimed to cause him rise, none would be given. The most she would get would be a slight upturning of the corner of his mouth to smirk slightly at her plea for a Corellian Ale or similar beverage. Perhaps she would be more inclined to a Trooper’s Breath from Druckenwell. Or maybe a Firedancer. Now that would be a seen if this woman could handle such a liquor as that.
Still, though, he bid his time. Patiently, even as the Force grew around him, its nature becoming chaotic as her own pull on it tugged at his. It would only be a matter of time, however, before either she or himself deviated from their current prose.
”OH MY KRIFFIN FORCE” she thought to herself. This was supposed to be a kriffin battle and he just stood there with his eyes closed and his thumb firmly up his buttocks. Is this how it was going to be? Fine! Jolene stood there, crossing her arms and just continued to build the force. She wasn’t going to be the first to make a move, so if they just stood there all day, then so be it. It was no sweat off her back and she really had nothing better to do. Sitting on her ass, in her apartment, eating nerf burger and watching something on the holonet, probably smoking some endo. Her eyes darted around, but she kept him in her peripheral. ”They need to hire a damn decorator” she thought to herself. This was supposed to be the dark side, why was everything so……clean? Jolene let out a small chuckle to her own thoughts, but didn’t utter a word.
She could play this game too, and probably way better than he could. Waiting, well…that was a talent. One that she didn’t particularly have, but if she was doing it to be petty, she could do it for the rest of her life. Jolene licked her lips and shifted over to her other foot. ”so much for getting this over with quickly” she thought to herself and mentally shook her head. ”Well this is a bust Jolene” she thought to herself ”If he didn’t want to battle, why did he join?” she contemplated.
And so there it was. Still no movement from either side. No advantage pressed. No weakness had yet been sought out nor exploited. A shame, really, that all that had become of this was an uneasy tension had built itself up. Threatened to waver and bend, yet not break. But perhaps this had had come to this pinnacle for a reason. Perhaps there was something else at work that weaved a web which hungered to ensnare a witless victim. There were a number of uncertainties still brooding here. Both the gray and the dark vying for their opponent to do the same. Both trying to force a move by the one that stood across from them. Fueling a suspense that would hang heavy in the air.
The corner of his lip slowly creeped upward to force a sickly, if not egotistical, smile. A demeaning charm that sought out nothing more than to infuriate the riled arrogance he felt from his opponent. The Force seemed to swirl about the two until it trounced upon the walls, the floor and the ceiling. It begged an escape from this place as the two that drew upon it pulled it in different directions. In its anguish, being pulled this way and that, it would dance its chaotic concerto, until it constricted itself on the anchoring mechanism of a TIE Defender that hung overhead. It was there that it would claw at and squeeze with a gusto, fracturing the bracket’s integrity until the anchor would finally give way sending the aging starfighter barreling down on Jolene’s position from overhead. All the while, he never once allowed himself to lose track of Jolene’s position in the Force.
Jolene sensed it before she saw it happening. The Tie Fighter shook, the anchor started to give way, and she dove out of the way, behind a stack of crates, as it came crashing down to where she had once stood. She rolled, jumping to her feet and assessed the damage. She had a few scrapes on her bare arms and hands, and she had bitten her lip, which blood started to trickle from, but other than that, she was good. Her dodging, and rolling, however, brought her a few feet closer to her opponent then she had meant to, leaving a slightly smaller gap between them now. Her hands clenched in to fists, as her teeth snapped together.
Playing dirty huh? she thought to herself and gave him a sinister smirk ”Is that all you got?" she taunted him licking the blood from her lip. She stooped low, pulling a knife from her boot again, the same one she had before. ”My mother hit me harder than that” she said chuckling as she spun the knife on her pointer finger, before letting it fly off her finger, in an attempt to stab him in the foot with it. She was aiming to wound him and slow him down at least a little bit. The force still swirling around them, as she continued to build it behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash it.
Everything seemed to happen so fast and as the TIE Defender broke free of it dock, it seemed as if time, itself began to slow. The raging intensity of what he had just done seemed to take over and among that deft advance, a noticeable grin carved its way across his face. Chaos and action had ensued and so far everything had seemed to fall into his plan. A very plan which he had been scheming since before he had even stepped foot into the clutches of the Executor - much less its hangar.
In the midst of his first slight against this vile rendition of flesh and bone, he'd forced his opponent to make their first move. A move that, if anything, seemed to mock him and his entire reasoning for being in to begin with. That challenge whether he even possessed the faintest talent or ability in combat. A putrid attempt to toss a blade at his foot and in a manner which by no logical sense would have been accurate toward a target. However, his calculating mind saw more than just the present right now. It raced down an avenue which presented countless scenarios, most of which led to a probably later intended use of the weapon. Funny, the fact she believed him that naive or ignorant.
He simply lifted the target foot for a brief moment before placing it down once more, his eye focused on the woman who preferred to act as an incessant child in front of him while the blade collided with the duracrete floor of the hangar and skidded away several feet to his rear. All the while he honed in on the Force and allowed it to flow freely around them, yet still maintaining a control and focus toward his next object which he would then target. Even as he began to speak to the mildly irritating form before him. "It's amusing, really," he said, as he opened his hand around the hilt of his lightsaber which he held in hand, before reapplying his grip. His knuckles cracked and popped as he did so. "You chide and sneer at me. Hold yourself in an esteem that you see me as nothing any more significant than a small insect to be easily crushed beneath a boot, yet you know nothing of me. Nothing of where I come from." He cocked his head over to his left and then back to his right releasing a series of audible cracks and pops before returning his head to where it had been before. "But your kind I have seen many times before. The arrogant child whose puts on a false face to hide how truly terrified they are. A child completely ignorant of just how insignificant they really are."
He paused, allowing his words to sit in the air a moment. "If you are as grand as this facade you have built, then why don't you prove it instead of cowering behind childish insults?"
Jolene watched him lift his foot, as the knife slid across the floor. A smirk appeared across her face now that he was finally speaking. Poor thing thought that was an actual move she thought to herself and her smirk grows bigger as his words continue to fall from his lips. Her eyes flicked to his hand, readjusting on his lightsaber and more words came out. She mentally sighed as he continued to ramble on.
”yet you know nothing of me. Nothing of where I come from.”
Once he was done, she crossed her arms and let out a loud laugh. ”Oh, are you done? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt the snooze fest. I mean I really don’t care where you are from” she said to him and cocks her own head. The force swarmed around them, waiting for them to dip in to it. ”So if you are done with your speeches…can we get on with this?” she said and studied the hilt of his saber for a moment more. It was a fine looking weapon, one that would make for a good trophy. A smirked settled across her lips. Maybe she could pluck it from his cold, dead corpse. Well that just sounds like a whole bunch of fun she thought to herself. ”On second thought, maybe I do care where you are from, so I can destroy it, after I destroy you” she said and gave a low chuckle.
This had gone on long enough. This sniveling child had done nothing more than spit poorly thought out insults in his direction without so much as even attempting any sort of offensive. And still she refused, hypocritical of her statement she'd made just moments before. How she'd exclaimed he disgust of his lack of eagerness to simply just jump into any kind of engagement. Instead to fell back to what seemed to be the only talent she had. And that was if you could even call in a talent. The berating of an opponent behind a facade of boasts without irrefutable proof she could back anything up. No. The likely case now, was that this whelp had no means to back anything she was saying up. The only thing she seemed to know how to do was stall, run and then hide behind impish verbal jabs. Pathetic, really.
But maybe she just couldn't help her limited abilities. It would serve as a decent explanation to the 'emotional' armor she placed around herself. The overconfidence and ego that teemed from her wretched presence.
However, her presence here and lingered on long enough. She'd been able to proven nothing and now it was time to move in for an abrupt end to this so called duel.
A fire seemed to rage through Calum's eyes now as his gaze seemed burn straight through the woman before him. Her words would not afford them a means to change their incredulous focus and as the Force poured into him, the eyes would not shift. A cruel smile would mark his face once more and in a fraction of a second, he had set himself into action. It was as she began into her last insolent boast that the slightest flicker of movement would occur. A move aided with the use of the Force to increase his speed to a significant degree. He would be on the woman's position abruptly and the fact that she had no weapon readied would make it highly improbable for her to counter or defend. After all, the gap was not significant between the two of them anymore either. It had been Jolene that had made that a reality so even more it would seem the odds would be against her here.
In one swift motion, Calum would be to her position, coming to her on her left and activating his weapon in the process. Its vibrant violet blade would spring forth as he applied a technique of lightsaber combat known simply as Trakata. Because of its nature, the move would not be easy to track, nor predict and should the attack land as intended, would allow the blade to impale her through her ribs on a direct course for her heart.
Jolene felt the power of the force coursing through her. She was just about to make a fire start right by his hand, when he moved. Upon instinct, she dropped to her knees, and on instinct a barrier of fire circled around her. Her opponent might have a very slim chance to stop, before running head first in to the flames. She opens her eyes, as the flames danced a foot away from her. She started to cough as smoke started to fill around the place. She let the fire die, and sensed his position in the force, She threw a force push out all around her, hoping it would knock him back. Jumping to her feet, she wobbles a bit, already feeling the draining of using the force.
Her hand reached to grab her saber from her hip. ”Like you said, you have no idea where I come from” she said a grin coming to her face, as she tried to hide her weakness, and stood up straight. Jolene would then proceed to ignite her saber, and look at him, her grin spreading the whole way across her face, that it looked like pure evil. Igniting her saber, she took a stance. "Are you ready now, or do you want to keep licking your wounds?"
Every stage since he'd been out on his own had been calculated in his. Every move. Every decision. Everything. Even each move of this so-called duel had been. But, outside of that, their had been a calculated decision behind just what went into the construction of the very lightsaber he chose to bear with him each and every day. Even so much as to the materials it was comprised of and the very crystal that focused its blade.
They say each variant of crystal that is able to be fitted into the housing of a lightsaber and allowed to focus its iconic blade, has the ability to possess certain properties that, in turn, reflect an heightened ability or other admirable trait of the man or woman that wields it. For Calum's creation, and personal weapon, this had also held true. Calum's lightsaber contained quite a special crystal. One that had been attuned to who he was as a person and complimented his very prowess when it came to combat. What it held within its masterfully created body and casing was a crystal commonly referred to as the Lorrdian Gemstone. This stone had been specifically sought out by the Gray Jedi because of the rumors of just how it would affect the bearer of it. Of how it would enhance a person's precognition and foresight. And that is exactly what it allowed for the man which bore it now.
But, that wasn't the only thing at play here. No, certainly not, for Calum had been playing chess while, from what he could see of his opponent's actions, it seemed as though Jolene was simply playing checkers. Unfortunate for her, really. And it seemed because of his long game tactics and calculating moves upon moves into the future, the he already managed to press her into a fit of desperation. Desperation the betrayed her in her collapse to her knees instinctively at the first indication of his advance. Sure, it was likely more instinct than much of anything, but it still showed a sense of desperation. And desperation is often when a person was both their most vulnerable and their most dangerous. However, that did't matter to Calum in this instance as he subdued himself into Force Speed which allowed the world around him to almost stand still with both space and time slowing around him. It was a simple, yet effective secondary effect of the ability and as such, her desperate movement to avoid and counter would be allowed to be perceived in a much more manageable capacity here.
He saw her flicker of motion as she dropped in an attempt to shrink her own hit box from what would have been his original attack. But, this only meant Calum's course of action would vary slightly. Instead of angling in a fashion to implement his favored combat form of Trakata, his path of aggression would alter to a more tradition variant of lightsaber combat with the blade sparking to life in a much quicker fashion. It was angled to slice through her center mass from the right side of her rib cage through to her left shoulder. His hands and arms were in close to his body in an attempted brace for her following instinctual attack. Although he didn't not exactly what to expect from her in her desperation, he could sense the foreboding nature of what she had been scheming.
His hope was that he would connect his attack before she rippled out at him.
It was in the blink of an eye that he was on her position, his saber angled perfect to bisect her as was his intention with hands and arms tucked to his body, the forty inch blade extended outward. It should have been over. He really believed that. He had put so much into the preparation for this singular attack. One to finish it. He held true to his use of Force Speed against her at the closeness they had been. The proximity to him she had placed herself into and refused to give ground even as seconds had been afforded for her to do so. Instead she had chosen to simply hurl insults toward him and leave herself wide open. An opening that Calum didn't hesitate to exploit.
Alright, the moment of truth. Before I say anything, I do want to personally thank both of you for participating in our first ever tournament here on The Sage Continues! This was a milestone achievement and we certainly could not have done it without either of you. With that being said, let's begin.
Oftentimes, the most difficult words to put on the page are the first. In similar fashion, in battle, the most difficult step to take is usually the initial. No other summary is as fitting for a unique duel in the first round of this tournament: a clash of two duelists who are very much alike, both waiting for the opponent to take action so that they could capitalize by countering! Unfortunately, we did not get to see the duel develop to a point where that strategy would pay off for one of the players over the other, but such is life from time to time.
We wish to applaud both combatants in their composition of a truly thought-provoking match. And, especially in the early stages of the fight, the contest of wills is seldom as overt in GBA fights as it was here. You should both be proud of the effort and personal investment that you have put on display here. No judgment would be complete, however, without some constructive criticism to take with you into the next match. One thing that both Ron and myself regretted was the stall in posting rate. While we understand that real life priorities must take precedence over RP priorities, it was nonetheless disappointing that, after an initial back-and-forth consisting of five(!) replies written in a single night, by the end, there were 4-5 day spans between a few of the responses. Another item that deserves mention, for both duelists, is to maintain great care when it comes to insulting your opponent. A character taunting another character verbally is one thing, but when derogatory comments begin to slip into the narration, that's where additional language is a good idea to help clarify that this is the character's opinion, not the author's. When the author begins taunting the other author, we've gotten into a situation where we're not treating each other with due decency. In the later posts of the match, we felt that it was worth bringing up here.
Something we would specifically like to address to Calum is having used a high degree of proficiency with Force Sense without listing it as a mastered power in your profile. There is a difference between generically sensing danger from an imminent attack, and pinpointing the knife in your opponent's hand with your eyes shut while getting ready to use Telekinesis. There's no compelling reason the knife would be more specifically brought to your attention by Force Sense than the brass knuckles she was wearing, for instance. And something we'd like to address with Jolene is the amount of Force usage performed in your final post. We can certainly say that you had taken a lot of time to perform preparations to use the Force; however, the extent of the usage in the last post is excessive, even in light of that (Combustion + Force Sense + Force Wave). When also considering the small amount of time in which you had to perform (because of Calum's use of Force Speed), there is most likely only time to perform one technique, and most likely (because of the modest proficiency you claim for these powers in your profile) only enough mental acuity to perform one technique. The length of preparation to use a Force technique should generally increase the potency of that technique, except in rare circumstances.
This fight comes down to two parts: the daring each other to move, and then the actual movement. Jolene began the fight by baiting Calum to attack, to which he asserted that he would only engage on his terms. Calum then became the first to give in and perform an attack. He used Telekinesis to attack using a docked TIE/D. In the battle of wills started by Jolene's opening with Dun Moch, though initially ineffective, the clear victor of that element was Jolene. She took some superficial damage from her dodge of the fighter, and then retaliated with a knife throw to the foot (which was dodged with no damage taken). Calum's next attack came with a charge via Force Speed, leading into a Trakata-assisted stab, to which Jolene responded with her flurry of Force techniques.
What the judgment mainly considers is the answer to the question of who maintained advantage and how. As stated above, the clear winner of the Dun Moch challenge was Jolene; who, after her opponent agreed to this approach, caused her opponent to mentally cave and attack first. Unfortunately, and in spite of having won this facet, this also proves to be where Jolene lost the advantage. When Calum took her bait and attacked, her retaliation was an easily-dodged knife throw, which may have proven to be a useful opening for actually beginning an attack. Alas, her follow-up to this was to revert back to Dun Moch instead of engaging with tangible attacks to press her advantage even further. Calum then seized the advantage and used Force Speed, which was inadequately countered. The reversal from his initial blunder and recovery into a formidable offensive move caused a response which comes across as panicked on Jolene's part and testifies to the efficacy. However, this is also where we fail to see the full resolution. If the duelists had been able to make a post or two more, the victor in this exchange would have been much more clear. Due to a request for judge ruling on the first iteration of Jolene's last post, and subsequent revision, 4 days were lost from the time available to the duelists. This number, however, amounts to less than half the time unavailable to duelists while waiting the combined 9 days Calum took to write the two posts preceding Jolene's questionable post.
On the basis of advantage in the duel's opening stages, and largely self-caused incompleteness obscuring the fullness of her opponent's reversal, we the judges find Jolene Carter to be the winner of this match.