An unlikely encounter

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SETTING​

.Location: Galantos
.Atmosphere: Type I (Breathable0
.Gravity: 0.85 Standard
.Primary Terrain: Gelatinous Pools, Rocks
.Native Species: Fian
.Control: The One Sith

Galantos, a large inhabited Planet located within the Core Worlds and consequently dominated by the faction known as 'The One Sith'. The Planet itself is covered in a smooth gelatinous substance as green as emerald with scattered bodies of rocky land. The skies were green, a sign that the weather was perfect, the equivalent to a bright sunny day on Coruscant and temperatures were tolerable, sitting at a comfortable 30 degrees Celsius. A small scout ship entered the atmosphere at controlled speeds, its engines humming as gently as a lightsaber after hissing to life. The crafts landing gears slowly detached from the ships hull, greeting the ground before kissing the rocky terrain. There it sat for a few minutes as its pilot ran some last minute diagnostic check before the landing ramp fell from its metal frame.

RP​

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The metallic soles of his boots beat against the solid ramp which inclined towards the Planets surface. He did not want to be here, especially since this was "their" territory and although one could not see the expression under his Vacuum mask he secreted a scent that was all too familiar to him. Fear. Although the Sith were able to be reasoned with they were more so known for their destructive power and did not easily forgive those that trespassed on their lands, especially those that did not share their views. Ideally the ex Republic Soldier, now Gun for Hire, would have landed his craft on another Planet but his ship models reputation for failing hyperdrives forced him to find refuge here....of all places.

Despite the Planets alien terrain and atmosphere it allowed him to breath comfortably without the aid of his mask. He kept the apparatus on none the less as it also served as an oxygen filter as it strained out unwanted impurities. The Kiffar wore a red trenchcoat made of bantha hide which covered a long sleeved black collarless shirt and a system of holsters which held his armaments. This was complimented by a shoulder guard, a piece of his old Republic Armor that he kept after leaving the service along with a pair of modified Republic issue Army boots. What covered his legs was a simple pair of black pants with metallic knee guards which offered support when in a crouched position.

His long curly ebony hair flowed with the Planets gentle breeze, some strands obscuring his masks optic systems "Damn it! The hyperdrive has overheated again. Guess there is nothing left to do but wait" his boot kicked the ground, small clouds of dust drifting away into the wind.

Armaments:
.DC15s Side Arm Blaster
.FWG-5 Fletchette Pistol
.Vibrodagger

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor had been alerted to a tresspasser in his sector. He grabbed his gear and hopped on his speeder. He was wearing his favorite armor black leather on top of a chainmail shirt made of beskar. His scanners picked up the life form of the trespasser and he smiled, he was always down for a good fight.

Driving in the direction of the life form, he sensed the area for the person. Finding them he hit the accelorator and moved towards it.

He arrived to find a Republic pilot sitting next to a ship. He dismounted his speeder and said "What is your business here Repub scum!?!"

He whipped out a his light saber and waited for the reply

Arms: Custom Lightsaber, Bolt Blade, and STHC (that one can be changed if you want as it is still pending secondary approval in the factory)

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His slender frame was supported by one of the ships landing legs, his breath pacing slowly as he patiently waited for the hyperdrive to cool down so he could get off this rock and continue towards Protectorate Space. He only hoped his emergency landing had not attracted unwanted attention. The last thing he needed right now was some local questioning, or rather interrogating, him about his business. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind that he saw a dust track in the distance. His right hand trailed towards a small button located at the left of his masks optical receptor which enhanced the imaged and zoomed in a few hundred meters. "Great, just what I needed" he pulled out a small data pad that displayed the ships diagnostics and status. To his dismay he still required a few more minutes before the ship was ready for take off.

The speeder covered the distance which separated them in less than a heart beat and before Brahlis knew it he stood before a hulking skin sentient with an origin all too familiar to the Kiffar Mercenary. Sith. No doubt a pure blood but it was hard for him to differentiate from a hybrid as the similarities were almost uncanny, at least to him. He had never taken too much interest to delve into their culture or their background. The welcome was what he expected for an Ex-Republic Soldier in enemy territory yet he had to compliment the raven clad stranger for his astuteness and observation skills. He only had two pieces of armor on his person that affiliated him with the Republic. A pair of boots and a shoulder guard. Brahlis had encountered a few of his kind, Dark Side wielders, during his time in the Army and a stereotype had been plastered about them. They were not the negotiating type, instead they adopted a "slice now, ask questions later" attitude. This was bad.

Brahlis raised one of his hands to greet the new arrival "Yes, I do apologize. Unfortunately I was forced to set my ship down for a moment". His voice radiated due to the Vacuum mask, its tone echoing somewhat and making him sound slightly more masculine. The moment the Sith grabbed his lightsaber Brahlis knew he was not interested in hearing his reasons, instead it was more a formality before he sought to slice the Kiffar in half. With his hand still raised in greeting he quickly reached down to his holster with the other, his fingers clutching around the stock of his heavy blaster pistol though not pulling it out......yet. There was perhaps still a chance for diplomacy.

OOC: Nah use whatever you want dude, though im not entirely sure what a STHC is lol

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor grinned as the Kffar grabs his weapon, he was going to enjoy this as he had not had a good fight since the Invasion of Empress Teta.

The muscles of the Sith Pureblood coiled, like a spring. He was in a ready position, his lightsaber was in its' saber staff mode and he was sizing up his enemy. He was well built and had the look of a rugged fighter. Yes this was his kinda fight he thought, decding not to use the force against this foe.

"Ready yourself! Put on a good fight and I may let you live, I always respect a good oponent!" He bellowed as his black blades prung to life with a hiss.

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As the Siths lightsaber hissed to life Brahlis felt a chill run down his spine. It was as he suspected. A force user. The ex Soldier relished at the thought, and still carried with him scars of the last lightsaber wielding opponent. It was an encounter he barely escaped and only due to the help of his fellow Republicans. The were not around to offer their aid if history repeated itself. As the black blade sprung from its hilt Brahlis confirmed that diplomacy would not work, at least not with someone who had malice and obvious killing intent radiating from their eyes. It was almost like staring at death. This realization triggered an innate sensation to course throughout his entire body. It was Fear and he stunk of it, so much it lingered in the air to the point where the Sith could physically smell it. Despite the obvious drawbacks of the emotion it also offered its advantages. Fear brought on awareness, awareness lit the candle of survival and survival made a man do things far beyond his own limits. It was a double edged sword.

The hand that was raised previously slid back to the Vacuum mask which concealed his face, an index finger pushing a small button located behind the ear. This caused the mask to fold back, retracting into a bracelet that wrapped around his neck exposing his facial features. He had long dark curly hair that tickled the bottom of his chin, bright amber eyes that glowed as strong as any source of light decorated with the facial tattoos of his Clan. A rugged stubble littered his jawline and chin. There was no need for the mask anymore, the air was breathable. To that extent he allowed his lungs to fill with oxygen before letting out a sigh of relief, more so to calm the nerves and stop his heart from exploding out his chest cavity. His own gaze met the large crimson hulk that stood before him, a figure that towered over his own with muscles fed with proteins " So, talking is out of the question? " his voice was unbroken and strong. He put up a good facade "Fine. We shall see if aggressive negotiations work"

Brahlis was already at a disadvantage even before the confrontation took place. Not only was standing toe to toe against someone who wielded the force, but he carried a lightsaber to boot and the ex Soldier possessed no weapons or armor resistant to its effects. The only exception to this was a small personal energy shield that was mounted to his wrist, but he had not tested its durability against a lightsaber and was not keen to test it out under these circumstances. His left hand quickly unholstered the heavy blaster pistol resting on his hip, his right hand sliding to his chest to pull out the vibrodagger sheathed to his chest strap. He held the dagger in a reverse grip, the length of the blade running away from his thumb. He spared little hesitation in aiming the sights to the Sith before squeezing the trigger once, letting off a single shot. Its target, the middle of the chest.

Actions Taken:
.Unholstered Heavy Blaster Pistol
.Unsheathed vibrodagger
.Shot one round to chest

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[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor grinned he had seen this coming. He roared, his massive muscles released with tremendous force propelling him in the air. He waited till he was right above his opponent and then threw his blade down like a spear hoping to catch him. As he let go of the weapon, he reached into his holster and pulled out his STHC (Slug throwing handcannons). His feet hit the ground hard as he aim toward the dust cloud created by his blade hitting the ground.

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His opening attack missed. The blaster bolt shot straight underneath the red skinned warrior as he summoned strength to his thighs to jump well clear of the attack, his hulking frame hovering above. The lightsaber which he once held was thrown with force causing it to hurdle down towards Brahlis like a spear, its glowing blade humming silently like a well tuned hyperdrive. The Kiffar mercenary stepped widely to the right allowing the crimson blade to pierce the rocky surface. The ease in which it penetrated the surface could only be compared to a hot knife being effortlessly stabbed through butter. The thought sent a chill up his skin. As Brahlis stepped right he pulled tightly on the trigger once again while the Sith was descending for his earlier jump in hopes of catching him in transit but his aim had been slightly off causing one of the bolts of green energy to glance above the Siths shoulder. At the very least he would have felt some heat, but no damage would be received.

Once the Siths feet touched the ground he squeezed the trigger once again, this time aiming for the weapon he held in his left hand. He was unsure what type of weapons they were. He had never seen pistols of those design but he was wary of their impact and kept a reasonable distance between them.

Actions taken:
.Dodged thrown lightsaber
.Fired blaster (Missed target)
.Fired blaster - aimed at Morgoths left hand weapon


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[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled dropping to his knees the laser mising his hand by an inch. He pulled the triggers on his Sthc's, his hands bucking, as the recoil of the hand cannons blasted them

Two bullets flew out towards chest of the republic soldier, at nigh on point blank range. If they hit then they would puncture through his armor

 

[Lydeck]

Despite the Siths hulking figure he was more swift than Brahlis had initially anticipated, the giant kneeling down to avoid his earlier attack. The green bolt of energy zoomed above Morgoths left hand, again feeling nothing but the heat emitted from the projectile giving him the awareness that his timing in evasion was all too perfect. The red fingers squeezed the two durasteel triggers, each barrel unleashing a single projectile each which traveled at a faster than conventional blasters. This was the strength of slugthrowers. This paired with the Siths kneeling position gave him an optimal firing stance but it also granted the Kiffar mercenary an opportunity to escape the trajectory without damage...hopefully.

Call it intuition, call it experience, call it luck. Whatever single factor it was, possibly a combination of the three, Brahlis anticipated the weapons use. Because the Sith had retracted the guns upon his landing he had given away his element of surprise, indeed signifying that he would be using the slugthrowers in his next attack (as his lightsaber was still impaled in the rock). His innate reflexes coupled with fear caused him to dive right, his back sliding against the ground. While in the peak of his slide he brought his pistol across his chest, his index finger squeezing the trigger more tightly than last time allowing him to unleash two bolts consecutively. Both were aimed towards left shoulder, more accurately his left breast.

Actions Taken:
.Dived to his right to avoid slug throwers
.Fired two blaster rounds while sliding on his back

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[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor saw the blaster bolts coming at him and his first instinct was just to grab his saber, but he had thrown it.

He thought quick, he drew his bolt blade and threw it at the republic soldier, knowing that if it so much as grazed him, it would electrocute him stunning him momentarily.

Launching himself into the air he fired two more rounds from his massive slug throwers. His aim was on point but it was primarily to keep his foe on gaurd as he was moving.

Landing next to his blade he grabbed it out of the ground and stood in the ready position.

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The Kiffar was coming to the end of his slide, his back flat against the ground, when the Sith hurled a blade towards him. This was unfortunate for Brahlis as he would be struck by the time he got up to dodge the attack and in his current position it was difficult to effectively evade. With the dagger still grasped in his right hand he pushed a button located on his belt which immediately ignited the propulsion packs attached to each of his boots. His declining slide was suddenly quickened as the miniature rocket back propelled him in a fast slide again. The blade missed, falling short of his feet. Luckily the Kiffar was still in motion when the Sith fired off another set of rounds from the heavy slugthrowers as his momentum allowed him to escape the targeted area of the slugs, each bullet hitting the rocky surface generating charred marks.

Once he felt he was clear of the enemies assault he slightly leaned forward while bending his knee, his rocket boots now facing the ground which adjusted him into a standing position. Another press of the button ceased the propulsion pack allowing his feet to find ground once again. He didn't hesitate in following up with another barrage as his index finger squeezed the trigger twice in a roll, one shot aimed towards the Siths right shoulder, the other at the abdomen. Once the shots were fired he brought his knife wielding arm to his chest so it ran parallel with his sternum, the blade sticking out in its reverse grip.

Actions Taken:
.Activated Rocket Boots
.Evaded 1st attack (thrown blade)
.Evaded 2nd attack (slugthrowers)
.Fired two shots

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Melkor grinned, he had his lifeline in his hands and he was not worrying about the blaster fire.

He deflected the two shots quickly, then he twisted his hands taking the saber staff and breaking it into to blades. Holding the left one in a reverse grip he launched himself towards the soldier and used the force to alter his direction, so that he was spinning in the air towards his mark the blades spinning like a deadly tornado

 

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It was as he expected. With the recovery of the Siths lightsaber his blaster proved ineffective and in this kind of skirmish he would need to keep a wary distance. Close ranged combat was this red skins specialty, it was his domain and Brahlis could not hope to stand toe to toe with him armed with nothing more than a vibrodagger. As the Sith approached with his twisting barrage the Kiffar raised his right foot in front of him the pushed the another button located on his belt, separate from the one he initiated earlier. This particular button only activated a single boot rocket, specifically the right one, giving him a burst of speed as he slid out of the lightsabers attack range. The timing was too close to comfort as he felt the heat scorch past his chest, the jacked made of bantha hide turning darker where the blade had passed. As he glided backwards his right hand quickly sheathed the vibrodagger back into its holster. He then reached for the holster located on his lower back, producing a FWG-5 Fletchette Pistol. Its barrel pointed straight towards the large sentient and his finger spared no hesitation as it squeezed its plasteel trigger. A single fletchette pallet sprung from its chamber towards the Sith and once it was within 3 meters it would explode releasing 12 one millimeter long fletchettes in a shotgun style spray, spreading out in a meter wide diameter.

If the Sith thought of evading the initial projectile before it exploded it would redirect its path compliments to the weapons electronic homing signature, allowing the pallet to make course corrections in mid flight. Brahlis had to keep on his toes.

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[Darth Morgoth]

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(Ooc dick move here lol)

Melkor landed on his feet and deactivated his blades. He slid and looking up he saw his opponent was firing what looked to be a flechette pistol. Melkor knew very well the capabilities of the weapon, leaping in the air he propelled himself forward with the force, jumping behind his foe as he landed he reached out and grabbed the soldier's jacket with both hands pulling him downword. If the soldier could not escape he would take the brunt of the hit from his own weapon, as he would used as a human shield.

 

[Lydeck]

The red warrior was swift, as to be expected from a Force Wielder. The Sith jumped clear over the Kiffar and tightly grabbed the folds of his jacket in hopes of using him as a shield against the approaching fletchette pallet. A commendable tactic and one that was a lot easier than trying to block the projectile with a lightsaber. As of this moment he was constricted of movement and with little time to conjure and execute a counter maneuver. But years of training and service to the Republic Army had provided Brahlis with a sixth sense of some kind but nothing quite as complex as precognition or foresight. Soldiers called this muscle memory. Having participated in numerous physical events an individual could react before thinking. Planning took precious time and in situations like this time was a luxury he could not afford. Innate reactions were different and caused one to simply perform an action without the need to process information.

As if some defensive mechanism kicked in without his conscious consent his legs slid out as the Sith pulled him down. He allowed his body to move closer to the ground and as his body came almost parallel to the rocky surface he bent his elbow to his shoulder, his neck cocking back in order to get a better visual of his target. The barrel of both heavy blaster and fletchette pistol pointed directly at the crimson warrior and with little prejudice he squeezed the triggers unleashing a bolt of green energy and a fletchette pallet. Needless to say the gap between was minute, one would call it point blank. And it was a gamble. Brahlis didn't try to avoid his approaching pallet from his earlier attack and instead hoped that his reckless actions would provoke the Sith to release him and avoid his attack. If he chose not he would take the full brunt of two projectiles of different natures....but the Kiffar would also receive some damage from his previous attack. Although he was low to the ground he could not avoid its entire radius, but the damage he would receive would be a fraction of its potential. If the Sith did decide to release him in order to avoid the attack he would immediately engage his boot rockets in order to exit the fletchettes field of effect.

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[OOC: Nice defense by the way dude]

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor had to think quick, his mind worked faster then most and he used that ability to his advantage. He quickly concoted a plan, he strengthened his left hand hold, his hand holding on like a iron clamp. Then he released on the right side and propelled himself around the floating soldier the blaster bolt hit his side as he did causing him to roar in the force, a bellow that would shake the area.

As He flipped he drew his pistol, so that when he landed on top of him he pushed it to his throat. He crouched hoping not to get hit by the the full extent of the flechette pallet from the original burst. The way he had flipped around, the second shot would follow him and end up embedding itself in the soldiers back.

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(That moment when you have six or seven posts to cover a tensecond period.)