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[Tella Voland]

“Cute, Mandalorian, but you think I haven’t already thought of that?” yelled the Dark Jedi as Gri swept underneath the legs of the creature and shot at the green glowing canisters. They broke quite easily, protected only by glass and not transparisteel, the green liquid exploding over the rancor as it did so. It seemed to have only one noticeable effect: it angered the rancor even more. “Young fool, you just made it harder for yourself. Those were aggression hormones, meant to be released at a slow, steady pace. You just released them all at once. A worthy challenge! Ahahahahahahh!”

The rancor, now ENRAGED, bellowed and ran towards Gri with a hormone-boosted fury, seeing only red now and disregarding any kind of self-preservation instinct. It swung its deadly two claws at him, seeking to grab the Mandalorian or cut him in two, or at least throw him back against the walls of the sewer sewage system. It was furious.

“How about you just SHUT UP?” shouted an irritated Tella. She was tired, dirty, and sick of this whole 'adventure'. She just wanted it to end now, it was not even about the credits (later, she would reflect, it was), but the hell that the Dark Jedi had put them through.

Average of 12.6, rounded to 13. Skill: Above Average ​

Ripping a good amount of pipes from the walls, she flung it at the Dark Jedi, who was pummeled by more than a few before he managed to reach out with the Force to stop the assault. A vengeful expression on his face, he reached out with the Force to try to choke Tella.

(Success determined next round).

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[Grigonju]

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CORUSCANT​

Level 100​

Gri swore as the overly verbose Dark Jedi monologued. The angered rancor charged towards him, its long arms grasping towards him. He ducked under the claws of the beast, ejecting the blade on his left arm once again, and jabbed straight into the flesh on its stubby legs. It let out a roar with inflection from the pain. Before there was time to react, Gri was hit by the rancor's fist that was flailing aimlessly to get rid of the source of the torment, sending him hurtling towards the wall.

Hitting his back, he crumpled to the ground with a thump. The enraged beast didn't let up, coming straight after him as it tried to bring down its hands on his body. After a look of panic from behind his helmet, Gri managed to roll out of the way before he was crushed. He could hear the commotion between Tella and the hooded figure but he had no time to take in what was happening. The two blasters returned to his hands as he fired at the beast once again. With its erratic movements, some bolts deflected off the metal plating that armoured the creature but some hit skin. Its hide was thick around its shoulders and back so blaster fire seemed barely more than an annoyance. Gri tried to aim at the softer flesh under the rancor but the relentless attack made it difficult.

Taking a moment to retreat to catch his breath, he thought about how he could overcome his assailant. Otherwise, he would eventually tire and fall into the clutches of the rancor. Once again ducking under its swooping arms, Gri holstered his right blaster and aimed his arm at the rancor's legs. His gauntlet projected a fibercord whip, snaking towards the lower legs in hopes that it would entangle the beast and knock it off balance.

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[Tella Voland]

While Gri was having the time of his life with his new rancor buddy, Tella and the Dark Jedi were in an invisible duel, both their hands raised to deliver telekinetic attacks against each other. The Dark Jedi attempted to use the Force to choke her, but found Tella batting away that attempt with a small Force Push, the telekinetic energies effectively canceling each other out. Then, she was able to grab him and slam him into the walls, forcing him to drop his lightsaber for a moment. He snarled, getting back up despite wincing in pain, and sweat began to appear on his forehead.

“You’re good, but are you good enough to beat me with that handicap of a Mandalorian over there?” The Dark Jedi pointed towards Gri, who was not having the best time as he scrambled up from being knocked over by the rancor. “You can take me down, or save him. You won’t be able to do both. Or maybe he’ll sacrifice you. Ha, I bet he did that in the past to save his own skin!”

Tella looked over worryingly at Gri as he shot out a cord to attempt to trip the rancor. Was he okay? Did she need to let the Dark Jedi retreat to save him?

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[Grigonju]

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CORUSCANT​

Level 100​

For a second, it appeared as though his plan had worked, the chunky limbs of the rancor bound together as its weight worked against it to cause it to fall forward. With a flail of its arms, the beast failed at taking a step but the force it exerted caused the whipcord to snap. Stumbling forward, the top-heavy rancor managed to keep itself from falling on its face on the hard ground but it couldn't prevent itself from blundering towards a wall and slamming the side of its head and shoulder violently.

Seeing an opportunity, Gri ran straight at the fallen creature, using the momentum to run up its spine before leaping onto the back of its head. His arms and legs straddled the thick neck of the rancor, holding on tight. It got back to its feet, desperately trying to grab the man off its back. It swung its body around to force Gri off but his grip held strong. He was starting to feel like a toy being hurtled around and he could feel his fingers beginning to fail him.

With a kick of his leg off the metal plating, Gri forced himself higher on the beast. He slashed with his left hand at the rancor's eye, blinding it as blood streamed down its cheek. It wailed as it jolted its head, causing Gri to slide off. Grasping frantically, he managed to hook onto its earhole as he dangled off the side of its head, just long enough to skewer its other eye, rendering it sightless. The bounty hunter crumpled to the ground, managing to avoid the vicious stamping of the beast. He had not slain it but he hoped that removing one of its senses would at least give him an opening to gain the upper hand.

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[Tella Voland]

Force Push Average of 20: Masterful.

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“NO! You bastard!” bellowed the Dark Jedi in fury as he watched Gri pull off his acrobatic attack on his precious project. Enraged, he darted forward to try to strike at Tella with his lightsaber, hoping to overwhelm the comparatively smaller woman in close quarters combat and then kill the mercenary with the Force.

“Like hell you will!” snapped Tella, reaching out both of her hands once more, but this time in a more aggressive posture. A visible blue aura of the Force surrounded her for a moment, such was the amount of power she was able to gather, before she unleashed an extraordinarily powerful Force push. It not only stopped the Dark Jedi in his tracks, it flung him so hard into the metal wall behind him that it actually bent. A loud, sickening crack could be heard, followed by the pained wheezing of the man, who coughed up blood as he staggered to his feet, unable to even hold his lightsaber properly, given that his arm had been broken as well.

“I…will…not…lose…I…cannot…lose.” He forced himself to say, using the Force to endure the agony that rippled through every bone and muscle in his body.

“Give up now! Nothing is worth this! Call it off and instead of killing you, we'll consider turning you over to the Jedi!” Tella replied, still keeping her guard up.

“Frack you, Jedi!"

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[Grigonju]

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CORUSCANT​

Level 100​

Frantically fumbling around the cavern, the Rancor wailed and tried to enact vengeance on the one who had robbed it of its eyes. Thankfully, it was easier for Gri to avoid its attacks when it couldn't see where he was. He was going to have to think of some way to put an end to the fight - blaster fire had little effect. Impalement from something sharp and with enough force could do the trick but Tella had her hands full with the Dark Jedi (and appeared to be winning) so he had to think of something else. He had one final thermal detonator but he doubted that the explosion would be fatal due to its thick hide. Unless...

As he thought, he tried agitating the beast with more blaster bolts to its underside, its confused head trying to discern the direction of the blasts. It barged into walls and tripped over the small channels of water snaking through the room. While already burning with rage, the rancor only got more and more angry as it failed to stop the onslaught of annoyance. Gri waited until the perfect moment, his eyes glued to the maws of the beast. Unhinging the thermal detonator from his belt, he slid back the safety on the top and activated it with a push of the trigger. A blast to the rancor's face caused it to yell out, its jaws wide to display the rows of sharp teeth. Gri aimed and launched the grenade straight toward the open mouth of the creature Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. His breath held as he watched the detonator fly through the air, hoping to meat its target.

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[Tella Voland]

A cornered rat can be one of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy, as the Dark Jedi was showing. Even though the man was more than halfway dead, the surge of power he was able to draw from his desperation and rage surprised Tella-enough to easily bat away her first attempts to finish him off. Their invisible standoff in the Force was so taxing that Tella didn’t even notice what was happening to the rancor behind her or Gri.

“What’s the matter, girl? Faltering before the true power of the Dark Side?” The man, his breath ragged but full of hate, taunted.

“More surprised that you can still stand, but do not worry, that will be over soon enough!” She retorted, drawing even more deeply on the Force as she prepared for the inevitable next attack and her own counter to it. “You will not be able to carry out any more of your twisted experiments-ever again!”

 

[Tella Voland]

RIP (ignore)

 

[Grigonju]

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CORUSCANT​

Level 100​

The metallic orb disappeared into the gullet of the beast. Before it had the chance to realise, the explosion from within its throat caused its body to swell. It wailed and grasped at its throat as light and smoke escaped from its jaws. Eyes wide for a split second, the rancor's arms fell limp as its heavy body slammed down onto the ground, causing the place to shudder from the force. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling until silence fell. Gri looked on at the rancor with relief and exhaustion. His legs and shoulder burned from the strain and he wanted to slump down himself and rest but the threat wasn't over.

Tella and the Dark Jedi continued their invisible fight, the latter looking in rough shape. After an exasperated sigh, he prepared himself to continue on, despite his body telling him no. The bounty hunter aimed his two pistols at the foe, hoping to divert his attention so that Tella could obtain the upper hand. As he slowly closed the gap between them, bolts of plasma rapidly firing at a steady rate, Gri prayed that the Force user wouldn't just snap his neck and be done with it. He knew that he was barely a match against someone who could swat him away with just a thought but he was not one to give up - something that could eventually be his downfall.

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[Tella Voland]

Average of 18.3 ---> Expert
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Tella was -done- with the Dark Jedi. She was tired and covered with the Force know’s what. She wanted the day to be over and to crawl back into her apartment to sleep. Summoning some of the irritated rage inside her, she reached out with her power, one hand extended as if to grip the man’s neck. His defenses against her in the Force faltered due to his weakened state, and soon the man was being lifted up into the air, suspended a foot or two above the ground holding his throat.

“You…won’t be able to keep that up for long…and then I will destroy you! Both of you for ruining my work! And even if you win, I will never let you hand me over to the Jedi!”

“You are right, we will not be handing you over to the Jedi…” Tella replied darkly.

Using all the pent up anger inside of her, she clenched her first together and a loud, disturbing snap could be heard across the room as the man’s neck was destroyed by the Dark Side of the Force. A panicked last gasp could be heard from the Dark Jedi before he crumpled to the ground, dead. Tella left her hands fall to her side, somewhat sickened at what she had to do, but glad it was over. Turning around to finally be able to focus on Gri, who looked tired and covered with the rancor’s viscera.

“It’s over…” She managed, her voice strained from exhaustion.

 

[Grigonju]

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CORUSCANT​

Level 100​

The blaster fire halted as their opponent was raised into the air, gasping for breath as he spoke. The job was to exterminate the infestation in the sewers, not deal with a Dark Jedi but Gri admitted that it was likely an issue for them to deal with. The Dark Jedi was hardly in a position to negotiate, suspended above the ground by the invisible grasp of Tella. Despite this, his neck suddenly jerked to the side before he crumpled to the ground as a lifeless mound of flesh and cloak.

With his pistols now hanging by his side, he turned to his companion. "Was that really the wisest move?" he questioned. Yes, it was over now but the ordeal was more sinister than was first thought. "There could've been more to this that we could have got outta him." He doubted that threats or torture would prise any information from the man but the Jedi had ways of persuading the mind. Gri wiped the saliva and blood from his visor and chestplate before removing his helmet with a hiss of air. His disheveled orange hair fell loosely onto one side of his forehead as he looked to the woman and then around them, making sure they were truly alone.

"Well..." he began, letting out a large sigh. "I think they screwed us over on the pay for this job. Whatever the reason for this sick bastard to carry out these experiments, at least it's been stopped now." Gri holstered his blasters and slid his back down against the wall, one leg outstretched as the other was close to his chest. His head leaned back against the cool surface as he caught his breath. Fighting a mutated rancor was not on the list of things he was expecting to do today and it had taken a lot out of him. "I just need a minute," he said as he waved off the Jedi. After a moment, he spoke up again. "Ya got a lotta fight in ya, kid."

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[Tella Voland]

Tella sighed and sat down on the floor as the Dark Jedi crumpled to the ground. Her head hurt from all the effort. She took out a bit more of the bread and water she had and began to munch on them before she could manage a reply to her not-Mandalorian associate.

“It may not have been the wisest, but I doubt we could have gotten much more out of him. He was lost to the Dark Side and possibly insane. Every second he was alive he was a threat to either you or I and I am not sure I could have simply contained him without risking either of us getting seriously hurt. For the amount of money we are being offered for this job and the lack of care the CSF has for our safety, I am okay with it.”

The bread tasted wonderful to her after all the exertion, as if it were the premium kind instead of just whatever the local Baker on 3126 could cobble together. She turned in surprise as he actually took off his helmet, revealing an older man with fiery hair. Decently attractive, she thought, although he was not necessarily her type, if she had one. She had not given much thought to the matter in her life, aside from some of the Holodrama stars when she was growing up. She laughed in response to being screwed over by the CSF.

“You can say that again. They had to have known more than they were letting on with this job. A whole team of theirs disappears and they do not feel the need to mention it? Someone screwed up majorly and did not want to call the Jedi in to deal with the situation. If we had not taken the job…” She glanced at the corpse of the dead, mutated rancor. “...I think a lot of the local mercenaries and bounty hunters would have gone missing.”

She nodded at his suggestion to take a break.

“I am going to rest a little before we head out as well. And thanks, you’re a pretty good fighter yourself. Not too many of those not trained in the ways of the Force could have handled that rancor!”

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