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 Ishmael . Good luck, and may the best duelist win!
Loki strode into one of the hangers on the "Executor" it was eerily silent, no jackbooted storm troopers marching, a few scattered and seemingly empty ships and shuttles, T.I.E fighters nestled in their racks along the wall, not even droids moved, there was little cargo, and no signs of life. The Zabrak Sith stood seven feet tall, he knew not what had drawn him here, he knew Adi was searching for clues in another hanger, but that was it. Loki deciding for caution placed his helm upon his head and clasped it shut, now all that could be seen of his face was the glowing yellow of his cybernetic eye. His robes billowed as he took another step forward, reaching out and drawing in the Darkside, drinking it, filling himself to the brim. Loki was breathing deeply drinking in his power. He knew quiet places often didn't remain so.
The Mandalorians had an old saying about old men, 'young warriors have yet to die. But old ones scare it away'. Marvik had been retired once upon a time, but that never seemed to last - no matter how many times he tried to do it. Then again, this hunt was a special case. No other head in the galaxy paid as much as a Force Users and this one was worth much more than he'd seen in a long time. Enough to buy his granddaughter a nice place back on Mandalore.
Hell, maybe he'd even bring Keira along. If they could still stand each other.
As soon as he saw the trademark cloak billowing in the vent exhaust he knew it was time. The man was imposing - and with a helm full of horns it looked like he stepped right out of hell. That was why Marvik had something special planned.
He flipped the power of the TIE Defender on and in mere seconds the cabin filled with red light and the engines were at full power. His HUD flashed as it linked with the ship and showed all systems were optimal. That's when the plan kicked into full.
Linked to his eye movement, the ship locked onto the target below. He activated the TIE Defender's tractor beam - he hated Imperials but at least they had gotten smart with their tech. The beam, large enough to grip a ship, would be hard pressed to miss the man. As he activated the beam, he cranked the power as low as he could - to keep the man suspended but not flying towards the fighter. Without a second's hesitation, he gunned the engines and the fighter dislodged from the rack.
Within under a minute, and with the Sith hopefully in tow and unable to move, he sped the ship through the magnetic shield keeping the atmosphere locked into the Executor's hanger. The ship's engines roared as he gunned it as hard and fast as he could to keep the force user shocked, aiming to release the tractor beam as soon as he breached vacuum to send him flying into the void.
Loki snarled as he was suspended by the tractor beam of his still unknown foe. He was only a few feet off the deck as he was yanked forward, Loki wasted no time being shocked, he was battle ready, and the force flowed through him, the false gravity of the hanger and the fact the ship had no time to build momentum would all play to his favor. He had been holding the force before this happened and now it bent to his will, he wrapped the left side of the TIE defender in the force, and using all the force he had just taken in, he used force rend on one half of the ship with a wrenching of his hands. His arms tensed as he kept twisting and pushing the ship, his eye bulged as he pushed and wrenched with all the power at his disposal, finally he send his arms in a downward motion before they hit the energy shield.
Marvik felt the controls wobble. Well, kark. That wasn't good. This Sith was as good as he had feared. Luckily, he wasn't stopping the forward momentum of the Defender - not fast enough anyway. The Defender was forty-percent faster than the standard TIEs and the whining of the engines as it sped for the void of space was testament to that fact. Even so, the cabin was soon filled with the screeching of metal as the wing began to bend and fold in itself - metal shards splintering in all directions as the invisible hand of death embraced it.
"Come on your bastard!" Marvik cursed to himself, knuckles white around the controls and arms aching, "almost there!"
Suddenly the controls jerked hard left - he reacted instantly and shot himself to the right of the cabin. Crack.
Pain shot through his shoulder, a pop sending electricity down his arm. But he held on and the engines whined as the controls tried to send the ship to the ground - guided by the Sith's invisible grip. "KARK!"
He had to go now. Ignoring the pain in his arm as best he could, Marvik blinked a command into his HUD and his whip cord shot out and around the control stick. Then, in one quick motion, he pointed his arm at the far right wall of the cabin and shot the other other end of the cord around the farthest console he could find. Then, cranking the beam to full power, he hit the eject button.
Smoke roared out from the head of the fighter as the top blew off and Marvik's seat fired into the hanger. If he was just some Imperial pilot - his head would have struck something and he'd be dead instantly. He, however, was equipped with a jetpack. Again, a series of blinks and the boosters shot to life.
Shooting away from the seat, he tumbled through the air as the fighter struggled against the force. Smoke trailed about the hanger as he spun toward the ground - finally metal clanged and clattered as he hit and rolled across the hanger floor, his jet pack boosting him across the durasteel.
"ow! Damnit! Son of a-"
He cursed, finally shutting down the jet pack and rolling to his arse. Pain was still shooting through his arm and his whole body screamed at him for being the unimaginable jackass that he was. He attempted to stand as events played out, but quickly fell back down to a kneel - his legs still jelly after narrowly escaping death.
Meanwhile, the force of the tractor beam would send the Sith flying toward the cabin of the ship - surely smashing against it. Not before the wing gave way, however. The vessel, still struggling to turn to the right, shuddered as the left wing exploded with shrapnel and bombarded the hanger floor in shards of quadranium.
The Defender would be sent into a violent, forward spin toward the energy field - with its acceleration so high it surely would still have time to make it out of the airlock before crashing into the hanger floor. Even if it did, raising the power on the tractor beam would leave the Sith victim to being destroyed in a blaze upon impact.
Loki was wrenched up as the ship slammed into the deck with his last effort from the force rend, the Mandolorian had jumped out, as the ship slid towards the void dragging Loki with it, the impact caused the tractor beam to splutter and die, this presented both salvation and a problem for Loki as he slammed into the nearest wall, the wind knocked from his lungs as he gasped from the impact his teeth jarring. Loki fell to the ground as the ship finally exploded in an intense fireball before its momentum took it through the shield leaving a streak of fire and debris showing its path. Loki lay there a moment, he knew he had this moment to catch his breath he doubted his opponent had recovered from his own crash landing, in fact he probably thought Loki was long gone along with the ship.
Loki slowly struggled to his feet, his left arm numb from the impact, he closed and unclosed his fist and grimaced in pain, if needed he could use it, but for now it was as good as cut from his body he turned and faced where the Mandolorien had skidded to a halt across the hanger, the flames sparkling off his now cracked helm, Loki reached into his robes and pulled out his curved hilted blade, with a snap hiss the crimson blade sprang to life. "Now you die." Loki said over the crackling of flames, he limped into a sprint, grimacing beneath his helm, using the pain to fuel his charge and ignore the pain in his arm and legs as only a Sith Lord could do.
A burning, hot flash and the hanger was cast in hellish orange glow. Marvik's visor bracing against the sudden explosion by shielding him with layers of automatic tint. Twisted metal fell in burning flames across the hanger and the Sith was nowhere in sight.
A grin stretched over the old warriors face as he gazed upon the destruction he had caused. "Oh yeah...That's right!" Slowly he worked himself to wobbly knees.
"Whose hanger? Marvik's hanger!" He chanted rhythmically, wincing in pain as he tried to lift his left arm in a celebratory fist pump.
"Son of- god i hate getting old" that's when his HUD flashed red. No. That couldnt be.
There was life signs in the fire. Marvik turned for the flames, eyes wide as his HUD updated him. As the Sith emerged his helm flashed with information.
"Oh no...no. Hell no." Marvik cursed under his breath. How the hell? He shook it off. He shouldn't be surprised, Force Users were nothing if not a pain in the ass.
The readouts on his HUD indicated that the Sith seemed to have structural damage to his arm and...his helmet. There was a breach...
Without warning a crimson blame cut through the fire. And the thing spoke to him. "Now" its voice rough and arid like the shadow of a great beast, "you die"
Like a hell born horror it limped through the fire. Then it jogged. Then it sprinted and as the fire bellowed behind it the beast broke into a sprint. Marvik inhaled sharp, a shaking leg bracing behind him. He had to end this. He had to end it now.
He kneeled slowly, as if in defeat, a cautious hand reaching back behind him. He is fist wrapped around something. He breathed once. He thought of home. The beast closed in. He breathed twice. He thought of Keira. The beast was almost there. He breathed thrice. He thought of his granddaughter and the beast was upon him.
Marvik had waited until the beast would make the swing with his saber, then with a quick blink he boosted the thrusters of his jet pack once. But not to flee backwards, he aimed right for the Sith's legs and barreled into a jet boosted combat roll, dropping the grenade he had reached back and primed. With luck the sudden roll would knock the beast off balance.
The grenade would go off no sooner than Marvik had dropped it. If it were explosive it would have killed him just as well as the beast. But it wasn’t. It was a dioxis canister. As Marvik finished the boosted roll, he jumped to his feet and turned as the plum of green nerve toxin encompassed where he had just been – spreading quickly.
With the Sith's helm cracked, it would no longer save him from the toxins.
Loki was anything if not cautious as he barreled forward saber poised to stab, the man dropped to a knee and according to Loki's readout he made a motion of reaching behind his back, Loki knew not if it was blaster, vibro blade, grenade or some other nefarious Mandolorian weapon but he knew one thing, the seemingly submissive gesture was anything butt, fearing Vibro blade or slug thrower something Loki's saber would be hard pressed to stop, Loki threw himself to the left tucking into a ball and disengaging his saber briefly before the man launched himself forward, Loki was moving fast and slammed into the side of a shuttle hard, jarring against it teeth clattering, but now he was out of the way, he took a deep breath and turned back around to see what had transpired, as he did so be began to once more reach and pull in the darkside, a trickle compared to what he had used to rend the TIE defender that smoldered and burned against the energy shield and in the void of space but still something more than nothing. So the man had been the weapon, intending to launch against Loki's legs and knock him off balance, but thanks to Loki's lucky guess Loki was now 10 meters away from where the man had launched himself and dropped a grenade. Loki looked at the plume of acrid smoke pour out of the grenade and then at the Mando standing a few meters away from it. "You are full of tricks." Loki muttered. "But so am I." Loki then moved to the right away from both the plume of smoke and where the Mando stood, his helmeted face never looking away, saber still in hand now relit. "Now before I kill you, why are you, a Mandolorian or'dinii attacking me?" Loki asked insultingly, hoping that this man was a native speaker of the language, Loki stopped a few meters in his path and turned to face the man, not charging, and light saber held loosely at his side almost lazy in defense.
Marvik watched the Sith as he strolled casually through the hangar, cracked helm glistening against the smoldering backdrop the TIE Defender had provided. The attack hadn't gone as well as he had imagined...or hoped. Or prayed. But at least it had seemed to offset the beast somewhat. Breathing heavy, he tried to roll his shoulder again. It was like fire had shot through his veins and lit his arm ablaze.
Well that was fantastic. Not only was he sore, but now he had to deal with Baala trying to draw on a cast.
Again the beast spoke, asked why Marvik was trying to kill him. He cocked a brow at the...whatever it was. He never thought a Sith would need to ask why it was being killed - he figured that sort of thing just came with the territory. The fact that it spoke any sort of Mando'a made matters even more puzzling. While his helm continued to feed him information - most of which was known and useless by now - Marvik humored the thing while his mind turned over what to do next. He readied himself to quick draw or otherwise act, just in case.
"Trust me shabuir, this isn't my idea of a beach-side vacation either." He spat out, copying the Sith's motions in the opposite - putting the gas between himself and the creature as best he could, "but you're head might be paying for the real thing." He blinked and his left eye was graced with an image of the view port behind him - courtesy of the 360 vision offered by Mandalorian helmets.
As the smoke was just about to obscure the two from each other's view, Marvik ejected the beskar blade hidden in his right gauntlet. Taking another grenade he blinked again and locked onto the viewport as he primed the grenade, "Oh and, gaanaylir"
He was taking a chance, relying on the vague outline offered by the life signs the beast exhibited. Throwing the grenade through the smoke and towards where he knew the Sith was a moment ago, he blinked once more and the missile on his pack ignited - blasting into the air of the hanger and soaring for the shield projector that kept the vacuum of space out.
He braced himself for the sudden lurch if the missile impacted. If all went well the grenade detonation would go off just at the Sith's feet - but not to explosive effect. This detonator was an EMP, meant to disable his saber as the void sucked him toward Marvik. The idea, if it went well, use a short burst of his jetpack to allow himself a moment more in the hangar at minimum - enough that the Sith would reach him and let Marvik drive the his Beskar blade deep into heart.
His plan was reckless - but survivable. Not any more dumb than taking the contract to begin with, he supposed.
Loki cocked his head at the man, watching his heat signature through his cybernetic eye. He smiled as he watched the movements the man made, ejecting a blade type object from his gauntlet, priming another grenade, then the man bellowed an insult and the Mandolorien rocket on his back launched causing a flare of Light, Loki then saw the throwing motion, the rocket was heading for the shield the grenade for him, Loki snarled and began running perpendicular to the hanger shield. As the grenade landed a few meters behind Loki, it went off and his saber sparked and sputtered and slide back into the hilt, Loki grunted in dissatisfaction but kept running, then it happened. The rocket hit. The shield flashed once twice, then sputtered and died. Slowly all the things in the hanger where pulled towards the hanger entrance.
Loki reached out he had almost reached the side of the hanger where there was anything to hang on too, but his fingers slipped and he struggled to find purchase, snarling as he planted his feet and began to slide toward the void, alarms blared, and he knew the steel shutters would soon slam close, breathing hard he hoped he had guessed right on which direction they would slam shut from, and he was in luck he gave up fighting the void and let it take him, leaning into it but slowing himself with the bit of energy he had been building up, then the shutters where there, the downside was in all the commotion he had last the Mando, Loki put his feet out against the pull and crouched to soften the blow as he landed against the shutters, then they slammed shut completely and the Detritus and debris caused by the sudden loss of gravity and from the remains of the little cargo and destroyed Defender settled and Loki landed on one knee next to the hanger blast door, breathing hard. There was more to this Mandolorian then met the eye. Loki stood and tried to reactivate his saber, it spluttered but there was no familiar snap hiss, oh well, he had more where that came from, but for now let his enemy think him disarmed Loki stashed the curved hilt into his robes and began walking back towards the center of the hanger, Klaxons still blared, but Loki could barely hear them from the blood rush in his head as it slowly subsided. One benefit, the smoke grenade and fire where gone now. And he looked to see how his unknown foe had fared against his own genius.
Marik's jetpack sputtered him forward - enough that he should have been able to stab the Sith and leave him for dead. But as the Zabrak's black shadow sped sideways across the hanger, Marvik's eyes narrowed and the jetpack kicked into full gear. "Clever bitch..." The hunter grumbled, a metallic grind filling his helmet as the thrusters of his jetpack struggled against the pull of the void. It was as if the hand of the Gods themselves was trying to pull him into the cold depths - but he wasn't going to have any of that.
"Come on you piece of-" The jets whined against the rush of air, pulling Marvik away from the door as fast as they could - but seeming to only small gains. Then, the Mandalorian's eyes bulged. "Kark!" he pulled to the right hard as a TIE fighter broke loose from its rack, its massive wings plowing into loading speeders and piles of crates. He shot from left to right, dipping and diving past crates, wings and canisters as they flew through the hanger.
He had to find somewhere safe. He tried to press forward, but his HUD flashed red with warnings. His pack didn't have much fuel left and by the way it was screaming into the vanishing air, it wasn't going to make headway either. With a quick set of blinks his helmet gave him a 360 view around him and that's when he found his spot.
Cutting the thrusters by half, he let the pull of the void yank back on him. His arm lit up with fire once again as the merciless pull felt as if it were going to take it from the socket. But he endured and as soon as he'd picked up momentum and the doors began to close, he hit the thrusters and sent himself shooting for the farthest TIE rack.
It sat against the same wall the hanger door was embedded, but as the door closed it still had the top racks full of its TIE compliment. He quickly cut the thrusters as he neared the rack, letting the last pulls of the void slow him to a safe fall into the hole behind the topmost TIE. Here, the shadows concealed him and TIE separated him from direct view - while allowing him to peek around the hull to see what was about in the hanger below.
He breathed hard as the hanger door sealed shut. His body was shaking, his heart fast as he peered around the wing of the TIE Defender to see that the hanger was littered the open crates - their contents spilled across the floor. He fought to regain focus, but let his helmet do most the work. It warned him that - yes - the bastard he was fighting was still alive.
He cursed and checked his surroundings one last time. The TIE was larger than the maintenance hole he was in...good, he didn't want to be crushed if things went south. Sighing, he took the first bit of reprieve he'd had since the battle began and unslung the rifle from his back. He couldn't handle it with both hands, not with his arm as it was, so he laid the barrel across the floor and positioned himself prone. With the stock into his shoulder, he caught his breath and watched as the Sith moved to the center of the hanger.
Loki finally made it to the absolute center of the hanger, after the cacophony of metal on metal and exploding ships and crates smashing along the ground the hanger was devoid of noise. Loki turned one way and another. "A word please bounty hunter after we return to the fight" Loki bellowed into the empty hanger, before switching to basic. "I assume you're hunting me for my substantial bounty.." Loki paused turning, the man was nowhere to be seen, perhaps hiding in the racks or one of the many service bays along side the hanger. "I am not without my own means, I am aware my bounty currently sits at five hundred million republic credits." Loki paused letting his words echo around the hanger. "I no longer consider killing senselessly pleasurable, and you have fought admirably." Loki continued. "I will double the bounty offer free of charge, or I can kill you but I'd rather not redemption is a finicky thing." He said loudly turning and eying the upper racks, he began once more pulling in the force, a trickle at a time just incase. But it wasn't everyday that someone offered another one billion credits. Loki had faith he could dispatch the man, however it was in his own best interest to try and finish something peacefully for a change.
Loki slipped a hand inside his robes, his cybernetic eye was zoomed and he had a rough idea now where the man was, and he seemingly had the drop on Loki, Loki turned away from the rack the man was setting up his rifle, and feigned interest in a lower service bay on the other side of the hanger. Either the man would accept his offer and they'd go their separate ways, or they battle would commence once more. Only time would tell which it would be. Hoping for the former but expecting the latter, Loki began taking slow steps towards the service bay that had caught his interest earlier.
One-billion credits sounded nice about now. It was enough to buy a Republic Election if he had the mind to. He couldn't help but entertain the fantasy of laying about in credit chits on his shuttle back to Mandalore. But it was just that, a fantasy.
Marvik couldn’t count on the hands of this ship's whole crew how many times this type of offer was made to him. He made the mistake of taking that deal once in his life. He found out rather quickly that, no, bounty targets don't pay their debts and they sure as hell don't double the price on their head.
One thing this did do, however, was tell Marvik something he already suspected. A mandalorian never fights just one Force User in his life. After all that is how the people got their name. He had fought padawans and masters - hated it each time too. But he knew that, no matter how powerful you were, a force user got tired. Their reflexes got that much duller and their powers less flashy.
This particular force user just had the rise of his life. Destroying a ship. Crushed by that same crashing ship. Jumping and speeding around. He had survived more turmoil than any Sith Marvik had seen. Which admittedly was akin to one but that was a detail.
The bargaining did nothing but give him time to prepare. As the Sith spoke and searched for him, Marvik primed yet another grenade. The force user turned his back and that's when he threw it.
The grenade burst in air as the Sith finished his speech, again no explosive. Instead a ten-meter spread of adhesive goo darkened the ceiling lights and sped for the Sith.
Marvik surmised that to move that distance in time he'd have to use the force again. And if he did it would open him up. Yet, if he didnt, he'd be frozen in place.
As the grenade went off, Marvik went back to his rifle to conduct his Vonquo Drill. Or I'm other words, two in the chest and one in the head. If the Sith was stuck he would fire as he was positioned.
If he moved, Marvik’s sights would follow and do the same. The Sith might even try to use his saber to block the rounds, but it would be to no avail. His rifle was a ripper and the slugs were solid projectiles encased in plastic energy. Fired at breakneck speeds, reflex was all that saved most Force Users as the rounds were top fast to catch.
If he tried to deflect them, the plasma would peel away and the the rounds would pass through - super heated but not hindered at all in speed. They would crash into him as lethal speeds.
And if all went well...maybe this would finally be the end.
Loki felt through the force the mans tensing and turned his head to see the grenade arching through the air, in the same instant he started running forward until he was even with a repulsor cart, he slammed one foot down on one end propping it up on its edge and ducking behind it like a makeshift shield, he felt the dull thud as the gloop grenade impacted on the carts surface, then three more dull thuds as the slug throwers round impacted into the gloop and cart, the gloop acted as a ballistic gel catching the rounds but their force sent the cart sliding back a few inches with each impact. Loki mumbled something about Mandalorians to himself as he began walking backwards cart held in front of him like a riot shield he'd seen used on other planets as a form of crowd control, Loki backed under one of the TIE racks and dropped his shield but was now obscured by one the solar paneled wings, of the lowest Tie, he dropped the shield in such a way so it covered where his feet where and moved further back, now he had a moment of reprieve the sprain in his arm bothered him a little twinging, he hit it twice with his free hand to further the pain and drank in its sweetness, he may be on a path of redemption but pain was power and power was pain, he breathed in and out slowly, gathering more power, the Mandalorian should have accepted his offer. With his better arm he ripped off his robes and threw them over the wing of the TIE fighter, then he unclipped one of the long handled saber staffs from his web belt, and waited.
Marvik watched as the Sith fell back - using the gel and a piece of metal as a makeshift shield. He was a clever girl indeed. He patiently observed, tracking the man's movements as he began a fallback towards a TIE Interceptor on one of the low racks. That simply wouldn't do for the old man, he'd run from enough ships in his lifetime as it was. So, as his spiked foe made his way to the wing, Marvik blinked in sequence and turned slightly - letting the pack's magnetic lock disengage and slide easily to the ground beside him.
Next, as the Sith made it to the front of the Interceptor - Marvik took yet another grenade, punched in its prime code and held it over the now empty missile slot. He watched as the Sith ducked under the Interceptor wing and he smiled to himself - hid HUD locking on a trajectory to the fighter with another blink of his eye.
"Boom" he whispered to himself, activating the grenade and letting it slide and catch into place inside the jetpack as he sent it shooting off with the last of its propellant with the corresponding eye code. The pack spat to life- throwing itself into the air and quickly crossing half the distance by the time the Sith had hid himself behind the wing.
With trajectory locked, Marvik let the pack do its own work while put his good arm back around the rifle and sent a few pinning shots towards the Sith. Within seconds the pack had lost the last of its fuel - but it had gone far enough to send itself into one, final swan dive toward the back of the TIE.
As it plummeted, Marvik aimed his last shot and fired at the magnet holding the interceptor just above ground in the rack. The wing would pivot as it fell and - hopefully - allow Marvik the killing shot he needed.
