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!
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Who: Geir Hammand vs Xeonon Rules: Have fun and maybe I get a melee weapon of sorts.
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.
The once prestigious, yet secretive, Jedi Enclave of Dantooine had stood in ruins for thousands of years - the Sith Lord Darth Malak had seen to that. Nevertheless, there was a great history here as it had once served to train Jedi for hundreds of years. The Force was here and so too were the lessons that could still be learned. That is what brought the Jedi Master, Geir Hammand here on this occasion. Not to loot what little remained. Not to site see through the devastation. But . . . but to learn from this place. To uncover lost knowledge and possibly see to a proper rebirth of Jedi Order - an Order with a long and triumphant history, brought to its knees by the mysterious cataclysmic event that had recently shook the entire galaxy.
Death. Destruction. Pain. Recent events had seemingly torn the fabrics of what made the Universe itself, but the origin of the event and its reason had yet to be uncovered.
Geir had made his way now to what appeared to be an old and ruined High Council chamber. The chairs the circled the room had all but been eroded away into the rubble that littered the enclave in the modern day. He made his way to the center of the circular chamber, his off-white colored Jedi tunic caressing the contours of his body, his brown cloak whipping gracefully with each step taken. His single lightsaber hung from his belt, secured by his right hip, the only such weapon he carried with him outside of the Force.
Upon reaching the center on the chamber, he knelt, both knees contacting the wet, cold stone floor in a percussive style "flam". The impact wasn't significant, but one knee did contact a moment after the other. His head bowed and his eyes closed as he reached out and connected strongly with the Force. He could sense and feel the life the swept through the rubble halls of the enclave as the Force consumed his conscience. He was one with the Force and the Force was with him and through its connection, he hoped to reach a form of enlightenment. To revisit the past in order to better understand the future and rebuild the Jedi Order once more.
Over the years many people had visited the ruins of the Jedi Enclave. Some searching knowledge, most looking for treasure to loot. Dorian was neither of these types of people. Despite the devastation that wracked the universe and the unknown trillions dead the Jedi had survived. No doubt the main or secondary targets of whoever started this event it was everyone else who suffered. Whoever was responsible had through a series of pawns and proxies hired Dorian to guard this facility. Despite being a bounty hunter by profession there just weren't enough people to hunt and so he took any job he could.
As the ship landed outside bringing the outsider to the temple Dorian activated the camouflage on his armour effectively making himself invisible to the naked eye and all sensors. It stood reason to believe there was some clue here, something that would incriminate someone or lead them on the right path to whoever orchestrated this mess they were in now. If he had not already been paid, Dorian would have left the stranger to his business; after all it could just be another Scav.
Staying far enough back Dorian listened to the soft padding of the the mans footfalls as they faded into the building. Insuring that his weapons where in working order and loaded both guns were good to go. A recent addition to his armoury he had come across a ship filled with old Imperial supporters and in the hands of one of the dead on board he found a modified blastsword that when activated a red laser similar to those the Supreme Commander guards used stretched across blade.
Eventually the foot steps ended in a round hall. Watching him kneel there Dorian felt a shiver down his spine, despite not being a force user his species could sense the emotions of those around him. He felt oddly at peace but inquisitive, looking for something. Maybe praying. Maybe a Jedi.
Slowing his breath Dorian raised his .48 pistol, the armour ready to prevent the recoil the massive handgun would give off. Still he waited though, he had no wish to kill this man seeing as there were so few left in the galaxy. Still a job is a job and he pulled the trigger. The massive slugthrower firing one round center of mass at the stranger.
Geir felt a slight tremor in the Force as he sat in somewhat of a trance. There was the presence of a life-form, and a conflicted life-form at that. There was something going on within this person - they knew what they were supposed to do, but they didn't seemed to desire it.
Geir brought himself to his feet in a rhythmic manner, but didn't move to ready his lightsaber even though the presence seem to have an ill intent. Instead, he reached out with the Force and brushed his presence against that of the unidentified man. "You're conflicted," Geir said, his voice a baritone with a slight rasp in nature. It was pure and un-conflicted, and seemed to emanate an assuring peace with it, intent on bringing harmony and comfort to the ears it befell. "You know what you been instructed to do, but you know it's not right. You know its not you."
Geir pivoted around to his right until he faced the lone entrance to the circular chamber. His brown cloak's hood lay lazily along his upper back and shoulders, as it was not pulled before his face. Throughout the entire time, Geir kept his focus in the Force, centering himself in its light.
BANG!
A shot rang out from in from of him, the flash of a muzzle giving away the cloaked figure's location.
Geir's right arm quickly motion, applying the Force technique of Force Deflection, redirecting the .48 slug away harmlessly to his right. The feat was well rehearsed by the Jedi Master and appeared effortless to the naked eye, but anyone with any kind of knowledge of the Force would know that the application of any Force technique, not matter how small, played at least a little bit into the user's energy reserve. It was early now, and the tank was still full, so any ill effect was extremely minor.
"You don't have to do this." Geir paused for a moment before continuing. "There is always another way; it's just a matter of whether or not we choose to take it."
After firing the shot Dorian moved about ten feet to the right, trying to use the natural lighting filtering in through the destroyed building to his advantage. He did this more on reflex than anything else, he was still awed by the fact the man in front of him had deflected the round. That wasn't something you saw every day. That alone wasn't what had stopped him. It was the mans voice. He seemed to sense the inner turmoil here. He spoke as he walked
I'm paid to do this, and I don't think I can just ask you to leave. His own voice was heavily modulated to sound like a machine. If you had just turned around and left you would not have forced my hand.
There were many rumours about the Jedi and how they manged to do what they could. Some said there were little organisms in their blood that could alter the world around them. Others said they were a scam and wildly overblown. Dorian didn't know but no doubt it was along the same lines as his appendages on his head and could give an indication on how I person felt. As long as he kept his emotions in check and didn't think to hard on his next move, didn't plan on harming his quarry.
Raising his right arm slowly Dorian knew this would not harm the Jedi and focused specifically not harming him. Some bounty hunters used rockets on their wrists. Dorian used something less dangerous. On his wrist was a net launcher and Dorian fired it the Jedi hoping to snare him in its net.
"You're thinking as a Sith, in absolutes, and I do not sense that you are a Sith." He paused a second, allowing his words to sink in and continued to sense the figure through the Force. His voice may have been modified to sound as though he were some kind of machine, but the presence he left in the Force was clearly something different in nature. He sensed the beings shift in positioning. "The way I see it here is these are the ruins of an Order I serve with knowledge that abounds for all. This isn't just knowledge for me and my Order, a mistake made by incarnations of the Jedi in the past. This is knowledge, and knowledge is meant to be a public domain."
In this sense, Geir was quite different from many Jedi. He believed any and all should be able to access the knowledge the Jedi had gathered through the millennia. Within reason of course. Some knowledge would still be reserved for Jedi eyes only. Those texts that could be deemed to do more harm than good. Those would need to be kept under wraps, more information needed to be accessible to the common folk. His people were to few in number to be so prideful in the owning of that knowledge.
Reaching out with his mind and the force, he target some of the loose rubble that was the ceiling in the general vicinity that he had most recently sensed the man being at. He raised a hand (his right) in an open palm, appearing as though he were conceding before the fight would ever begin. It would be a convincing ploy. "I don't wish there to be conflict here; there is no need for it and I believe we can both agree with that." He motioned slowly with his left hand and unfastened the lightsaber hanging from his hip, and dropped it, allowing it to clank to the cold stone floor. His reach was still extended to the deteriorating ceiling and after a very brief moment, grasped the ceiling and pulled down incurring a negligible cave-in near the figure. He hoped it would be enough to distract the man who was so intent on killing him.
Depending on the man's reactions to the collapsing ceiling in his proximity, would determine whether or not his net caster would actually be fired. Even so, Geir would rather not stay still for too long. He was too easy of a target, even for the least trained attacker. he rolled to his right, directly over top of his lightsaber that he had previously dropped, retrieving it, and behind an eroding stone chair which must have served as a city for a High Council member a long time ago.
It took a second for the debris to drop the first of it being no more than pebbles which bounced off the concealed mans shoulder, glancing up Dorian had just enough time to roll further into the room coming up with the .48 raised. For all his talk of peacefully ending this confrontation that was a sure fire way to cause more violence. His netting plan scrapped for now Dorians eyes scanned the room looking for where the hidden Jedi was.
He needed to move, the dust from the cave in being thrown everywhere including around around him. Fading into it Dorian decided to add to the dust and confusion by dropping a smoke grenade into the middle of the room thick plumes of dark smoke drifting outward with the aid of the slight breeze entering through the newest hole in the room.
What if someone does not agree with you, that some knowledge is best kept secret from the eyes of the public and the Jedi? He was trying to get the man to talk anything to help him locate where he was hiding. Slowly spinning hoping to either locate the man either by words Dorian was ready for whatever was to come next.
A new source of visual impairment now entered the fray as a dark-colored smoke now mixed with the dust and debris particles that presently filled the air. This man had his fair share of tricks; Geir would give him that. Still, though, Geir centered himself in the Force. It was his ally. His friend. It would aid him now as it had done for many years. At least that was his hope.
Then came in the man's words. He listened and carefully considered them.
The man had a point. There definitely was knowledge out there that was dangerous. That was best kept away from prying eyes. But from who's?<<"And who should make that decision? Who will decide what knowledge should be hidden away?">> Geir replied to the man, but not with his own voice. He could not risk filling his lungs with any more of this vile pollutant that filled the air than necessary. Instead his response came in the way of the Force. He was speaking through the Force and as such, the voice should only filling the conflicted man's head without giving away any position.
Geir slid his left hand to the under-collar of his tunic and tugged into upward until the fabric covered his mouth and nose. It acted somewhat as a filter for the larger debris particles in the air, at least for the moment since he was not moving.
<<"Listen, friend. I believe we can help each other here. And . . . I believe you know that and desire that. There is so much more to life than credits. More to it than killing and pain. There is an escape from it all, you just need to open yourself to it.">> He paused, his words once again coming through the Force. <<I do not want to fight you and I truly believe you do not want to fight me. You said it earlier when you said you were paid for this. There is now conflict - no ill will - in your heart for me, just in choice to kill me. I can sense it and I know you feel it.">>
As Geir spoke through the Force Dorian listened both to the words and to the things happening all around him. As his suit fully incased him it worked with a set of auditory sensors, which he normally kept at the regular hearing range. Now he cranked them up as loud as they could listening for anything. Breathing, or the rustling of fabric.
You are wrong you know. Your kind believe everything is the will of the Force, and maybe if I was like you I would believe that. Credits make the galaxy turn round, credits cause dynasties to rise and fall. Credits will sadly be the reason you go and join those who have walked the same path. Or they will be Dorians fall if he got distracted.
Jedi, you are partially right. I have no desire to fight you. Nor do I particularly want to kill you. This is just the life I have I left Balosar looking for something more and I still ended up in life of crime. This is just a job. I am sorry. If you win know your enemy hid something in these walls. Something that will lead to him, or expose what caused this mess we are in.
Listen as he might Dorian was not able to tell the exact location of the Jedi, but he could narrow it down. Slightly. Placing his .48 back in its holster, he reached up above his shoulder and pulled the Carbine from his back. Reducing the sensors back to normal so as to not deafen himself he fired 5 rounds raking from left to right making sure to get the maximum amount of spread from the weapon. Hopefully if nothing else the weapon would spook the rabbit from his warren.
The simple-mindedness of those who didn't have the relationship he did with the Force . . .
It was almost amusing to him - the difference between he and those were not in touch with the Force. Where as he saw his purpose in life through what the Force revealed to him, the majority of the known Universe operated solely off of what was tangible. What they could physically hold in their hands. Credits and currency. Nevertheless, this man was beginning to limit Geir's remaining options.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Five shots resounded through the old council chamber, the bolts burying themselves deeply into the old, eroding stone. He heard one wiz directly overhead, missing him by just mere inches. Well . . . that was unsettling.
He raised himself slowly, the heavily dusted and smokey air, still obstructing vision of the naked eye. The hilt of his lightsaber was in his right and held at the ready, should another volley come shrieking through the air toward him. The man was resourceful, trying to level the playing field, but would it be enough.
Geir slowly and silently began circling to his right now, currently positioned on the far side of the room from Dorian. If he was able, he would sneak up on the man and attempt to disarm him from there.
No one yelled out in pain, nor was there a resounding thud of a body dropping. Just the sound of blaster fire breaking the long dead stone. The air flow was already starting to dissipate the smoke screen he had thrown up. Not enough for a clear field of vision, but along the edges wisps of it were wafting through any hole they could find. If one were to see the room from outside they would think some hermit was burning something inside. Which is all that Jedi really are, space hermits with magic.
No longer standing still himself Dorian moved towards the direction he had fired his finger resting on the trigger ready to shoot at a moments notice, unaware of the Jedi circling in behind him.
As the smoke and particulate began to fade from the air, Geir was still unable to truly make out where the hostile and conflicted man was. But . . . after a second more, Geir was only beginning to make silhouette of the man as he proceeded to where Geir had been just moments before. This could be his opportunity to end this entire thing before any blood could actually be shed. Before either of them got hurt. He didn't have any ill will toward Dorian. He'd been given a job, and he was doing it to the best of his ability - only he was far outmatched when going against a Jedi Master. It was simply "the way the cookie crumbled" in a sense of speaking. Those who could use the Force were automatically in an advantageous position over those who could not.
Reaching out with the Force, Geir focused his efforts into a singular Force ability. Of his many abilities, this was likely his most well rehearsed as he often implemented it to avoid conflict in the first place. He threw forward the Force Stasis, and instantaneously everything before seemed to freeze. The kinetic energy of the objects just halted. The smoke and particulate matter in the air ceased motion and likewise, he hoped he was able to ensnare the conflicted man with it as well. He hoped this was the end of the fight and that it would be brought to the peaceful resolution he desired, but Force had a will of its own and anything was possible.
Turning around after seeing nothing Dorian was grabbed by the force and held still. His body unable to move, his finger resting on the secondary trigger of the blaster Carbine putting pressure on it but unable to complete the move to fire. If he could only just put one more ounce of pressure on the trigger a stun shot would have fired out and hopefully struck the Jedi.
Although his muscles were frozen his mouth was still open enough to talk. Sort of.
"I won't kill you, my friend, but I will not let you remain here and continue you attack unsuspecting visitors any longer. There is so much more you can do with yourself than this and there is still a light that you can spread among the stars." As he spoke, his arm still outstretched and holding the stasis in place, Geir approached the man.
Once he arrived, he pulled a pair of bracers from his belt and attempted to apprehend the individual in the process, grabbing and casting the man's rifle to the side as well as any other weaponry he could see. Those pieces of weaponry he could not see, he would search for and remove once the bracers were in place.
Alright guys, I'll be judging this one for you. It was a short fight, but nonetheless I found a plethora of issues that I feel need to be addressed before I get around to declaring a victor. I'm going to go into as much detail as possible, both in an effort to offer constructive criticism, and also to explain how I came to the conclusion that I did.
Geir:
Therefore, repeated usage of the Force without obvious fatigue, or usage of multiple powers at once for more than two posts consecutive, will be considered Powergaming.
It seems like you ran into trouble from the very start, when Xeonon confronted you cloaked and fired a slugthrower round. With no preparation, no idea where the danger was coming from except a general direction, and offering very little detail, you were able to bring your hand up- after the round was fired, no less- and use the force to defend against the attack. This, in my opinion, was completely unrealistic and poorly described.
I'd also like to remind you that Force Sense is not considered a passive power in the GBA- if you're going to constantly use the force to hone in on a hidden person's exact location, it will start to take its toll just like if you were using TK or anything else. Your character is not omnipotent, and I would have liked to see more effort put into the way you write that in future duels.
In your very next post you once again use the force to determine Xeonon's location, and then use Telekinesis to bring some rubble down on top of him. The timing of your subsequent post cut seems very off to me, as well. In Xeonon's post he says a few choice words and then fires his wrist launcher. Then, in your post, you not only reply but have time to focus and determine his location, and then switch gears for Telekinesis, and bring the rubble down on top of him before he fires. Post cuts are not intended as a way to disregard your opponent's attack and launch your own; they're intended to seize a realistic opening left in their post- firing a blaster bolt at your opponent's face while they're in the middle of a monologue is perfectly acceptable, for instance- when the timing and mechanics of the move make sense. Definitely something to watch for in future duels, as the way you used it here was not at all legitimate.
I'm hesitant to accuse you of meta gaming when you next start using the force to speak, but I feel like if Xeo had not mentioned he was listening for the sound of your voice to track you down, you wouldn't have gone that route. Nonetheless Telepathy is still a force technique, and one that would have some drain on your reserves. If it had been used for the purpose of the story I would let it slide, but since in this case it was clearly used to gain a tactical advantage, I have to count it.
And then, finally, with only a single post in between your force usage and with no mention of fatigue whatsoever, you immediately locate Xeonon through the smoke and use Force Stasis on him, ending the fight.
I cannot emphasize enough how over the top your use of the force in this duel was. Force users are not gods, and in the GBA, just a few small moves is enough to leave even Masters with not much gas left in the tank. While I didn't see much in the way of mechanical errors other than the two major ones concerning the Deflected slug and the timing of your post cut, I cannot in good conscience give you the win. In the future you need to strongly, strongly walk back how much force you use in a duel, as well as rid yourself of the notion that your character is infallible. While you, the writer, might be able to plausibly get him out of situations using the knowledge you have as an author, you absolutely have to only use the knowledge your character would have IC.
I think that's all I have for you, but if you have any questions feel free to ask, and I look forward to seeing you come back improved in your next bout.
Xeonon
The only real complaint I have for you is that you failed to push the offensive when it could have made all the difference. Had you been more aggressive with your tactics and less willing to let your opponent off the hook, the fight very well might have turned out differently IC-wise.
However, I deeply respect the fact that, despite some questionable moves on your opponent's part, at no point in the fight did you let any OOC frustration seep into your posts, and you kept it above board in every move, apparently never tempted to 'fight fire with fire' so to speak.
That being said, for having no violations for the duration of the match, as well as for holding his own right up until the very end, I'm awarding the win to Xeonon. Thank you both for participating and I hope to see you both back soon.
