Public ASSAULT ON TRADE-CENTER 13

[Brium Talistor]

Brium struggled against the brilliant red blade, the heat radiating off the weapon close enough for him to feel. Brium was locked in a stance with his arms raised to grip his handle horizontally, as his Cortosis vibroblade sputtered.

"History will prove you an ass." Brium groaned. He looked down briefly at the other end of the Quarren's weapon. Any aggressive counter-attempt with Brium's sword would be a sure death against the superior lightsaber. Brium figured dramatic swordfights involve too much talking, and he already had the Sith Knight distracted. He vied for a headbutt in close range, giving him enough time to separate and move a few steps backwards without getting turned into Rodian cheese. Brium raised his weapon.

"I saw you on the bridge. Into your mind, somehow." He spun his Vibroblade around, attempting to taunt the fighter. "There wasn't much to see."

He reached back to his utility pack for the Force containment field. He felt nothing, realizing he left it in the command room with Dax. Brium swore to himself silently. He shrugged, joking with the Sith as he doubled his grip on his Vibroblade.

"Any chance you could just let it go? Walk away?" Brium asked sarcastically.

 

[Vokkug]

Vokkug's pale, yellow-tinted glare watched the human's face closely. The strain on it was apparent, as the Sith leaned forward even more, his arms holding the double-bladed saber firmly against the vibroblade. He could barely hear the human through the haze of hatred, looking inward to the dark side for more power.

Brium's quick glance at the opposite blade of the two ended saber caused the horrid squid-like face to twitch in amusement. If the human had never faced off against such a weapon before, this would be over very soon. Then again, there was something about this human...

The unexpected impact forced Vokkug backwards a step, his hood falling around the plated shoulders of his dark, lightly armored apparel. The black tattoos that marked his squid-like face, and his very being as Sith, was little more than an intimidation tactic to the Quarren at this point in his life.

Holding the saber by his side, the Sith Knight allowed the human to talk, only half-listening. The dark side clouded the minds of the inexperienced, but Vokkug had a decent grip on himself, even in this state. Awareness of the battlefield was key, the Quarren taking the time given so generously to make sure that Grendel Krayt wasn't able to sneak up on him. Hopefully.

The Sith soldiers that had been engaged with the armored Mandalorian were still behind their various positions of cover, their numbers having been thinned here in the trade center considerably. The other Sith warlords were still occupied in space, and any other dark acolytes or warriors were likely still fighting in the streets.

Instead of striking back, Vokkug let the tension build. He performed his own flourish, deft and strong movements with his wrist and fingers rotating the double-bladed saber in a wild blur of white and red across his body, until he held it once more with two hands in front of him.

"You cling to a dead vision. You will join the Republic, as a memory."

With every uninterrupted moment that passed, Vokkug's inward search continued, seizing upon the passionate, burning emotions to temper them into a cold, deadly weapon through the Force. The dark side was building within the Quarren, in preparation for the next round.

 

[Grendel Krayt]

Realiseing Brium was quickly becoming out of his depth Grendel strode forth like an armoured guardian angel. If the Sith wanted to use anger as a weapon then Grendel would show him his own anger.

"Alright kid funs over, it's my turn" rumbled Grendel while putting a large hand on Birim's shoulder and easily forcing him back with ease. And with the other hand unleashing a torrent of flame from his flamethrower.