Duel Blades of Diplomacy | Sentinal of Harmony vs Diarchy

[Jonyna Si]

Uwanja Dom Ushindi, Cathar

TAG: Diarch Reign

Following her duel with Laphisto, Jonyna had received an invitation from the leader of the Diarchy to do another duel 'in a location of her choosing.'

Her choice was her home-world. The fields of victory. Upon arrival, Reign would find nothing more than an open savannah, a ring of stomped grass surrounded by high torches sitting in the middle of nowhere.

Around it, the light of the force seemed to shine brighter. Sitting on one end, Jonyna Si, marked in cathar war paint, white marking across her face. She waited, wanting to show her own grand display. It was a matter of pride for her. A matter of setting an example.

The jedi were no pushovers. The cathar were no beasts.

They were cultures of readiness.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Fields of Victory | Cathar
Tags: Jonyna Si

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After receiving the full report from Laphisto regarding his duel with the Cathar Jedi Master, the Diarch determined he needed to test the strength of the Jedi for himself. He needed to know what may come to pass when the inevitable conflict showed it's head. His message had told her to name the time and place, and the response had come back of the master's home planet of Cathar upon the fields of victory.

Upon landing on the planet, Reign found the location, the stomped ring steeped in the light side of the force. This would not unsettle him, while he was a practitioner of the dark side, he understood balance and the value of peace within one's self. There would be no advantage or disadvantage for either party here.

As he entered the ring of torches, he removed the cape and top from his black and gold outfit leaving the waist skirt and lower garments.
He would fight this duel not as a leader of a galactic power, but as a man and force user belonging to neither the Jedi, nor their hated enemies.

For all the grand displays of the Jedi, the Diarch was here to make his own. The Brotherhood were here to put an end to the endless cycle of light and dark, and were a credible and real threat.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Diarch Reign

"You seek to know us." Jonyna said in a distant tone. "To know our people, so when the day comes, you may defeat us."

The wind stirred. The sound of drums filled the air as the ghosts of the past surrounded the ring, chanting in catharese.

"Let it be known. We will be ready." Finally, she stood, drawing her saber Lucy, once more taking a Shii-Cho stance, to her right side, hands set just above her two swords.

She wondered if she could pull it off twice. Surely, the Diarch had spoken with his delegate on the duel they had...

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Fields of Victory | Cathar
Tags: Jonyna Si

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"The destruction of the orders.. not just yours but the Sith as well, must happen for the galaxy to know peace. Surely you must feel that somewhere"

He drew his saber from his hip, the hilt a shining gold and black, before the blade snapped to life. The blood-Orange colored blade setting him apart from both the Sith and the Jedi.

"When the day comes, I hope you are. My strike will be swift."

Reign raised his saber above his head when he said this, assuming his standard Djem-So ready stance.

He recalled what Laphisto had told him of their duel, and prepared himself for the Jedi.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Diarch Reign

"You lack perspective." Jonyna said, as the drums increased. She still had her secrets, tricks to play and strategies to employ. "I've seen it. The rise and fall of Orders, Empires, Republics. You shoot one dead, it will rise again in a new form. A new order. A new empire. A new republic. If you wish to wipe it all out, you'd have to kill everyone. Yourself included."

All Jonyna did was circle. Wait for the Diarch to strike. "The only way to end this is to see victory by one side. Which one will you back? The sith, and be subjugated just like everyone else under their bootheel, or the jedi, and be offered diplomacy such as my own?"

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Fields of Victory | Cathar
Tags: Jonyna Si

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"Perspective? The Jedi wipe out the Sith and one of their own falls and the cycle starts again. Sith wipe out the Jedi and a "New hope" appears and again.. it is war."

His eyes tracked the Jedi Master, from Laphisto's report, this Jedi was full of hidden surprises, but the Diarch would be ready.

"There is another way. The complete destruction of both orders. Your philosophies.. your religions have plunged the galaxy into this endless conflict."

Subtly using the force to amplify his already substantial strength and speed, the Diarch determined it was the time to strike. He launched at the Jedi Master, as soon as the words had left his mouth. The Diarch was content to have a battle not only of strength but of philosophy as well.

His strikes were a blur of speed, the heavy handedness of Djem-So altered slightly for the Diarch's immense physical strength he came crashing down on an overhead strike.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Diarch Reign

He prefered powerful strikes. Lesson one.

It wasn't surprising from a sith lord, but Jonyna could already tell something off the bat.

No matter his strength, she was a cathar, and he was a human. She had several pounds on him, as a result. Not from fat, but from biology. Muscle.

She was no stranger to powerful strikes. She had taken blows from Darth Carnifex on Echnos, and survived. In a blur of her own motion, she raised not her blade, but her forearm, as the blades of her hidden gauntlets extended, their phrik claws catching the lightsaber blade, and drawing it into the cortosis lined inside of the blades, before Jonyna dropped a hand, and fired a pulse of telekinesis right at his chest.

What he wanted was entropy. The end of all things. Order was one thing, but this was a sith lord in denial.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Fields of Victory | Cathar
Tags: Jonyna Si

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As his opponent caught his blade on her gauntlet, the lightsaber fizzled out when it came into contact with the cortosis. He barely had time to register this however, when he was hit with a blast from the force that pushed him backwards.

More tricks, he reasoned. Of course the Jedi would be utilized tricks and gadgets. Any trick to keep the upper hand they had enjoyed for thousands of years.

No matter. The Diarch centered himself, he was no rampaging Sith Lord, nor was he a victim of the false peace of the Jedi. So he waited, his rage simmering and providing him power while he strategized.

Fine, he reasoned. He would play by tricks too.

As he waited for his saber to reignite he gathered his power, when he was ready, he yanked with the force at the Jedi masters feet, looking to pull her feet out from under her as he dropped a low slash to where her head should have landed.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Diarch Reign

Telekinesis was such an old trick. Instead, she moved with the pull, her boots activating their repulsors as she was pulled towards him, drawing Liz and slicing towards his head. She had no intention of killing him, but she wanted to make a point.

This man wanted to kill her one day. His intention was simple. Wipe out her family, her friends, her order. The one she had strived for her entire life to find a way to properly join, and now one she held a seat at the highest table of.

She wouldn't allow her order to fall. She wouldn't allow her family to die out.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Tags: Jonyna Si

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Using a pull for added momentum was about as predictable as they come. He imagined the blade would be soon to follow, and he was not let down.

He leapt over the blade and attempted to plant a foot on the Jedi’s back. He had not intention of killing or harming beyond reason but the move was symbolic. The Orders would be crushed under the Diarchy war machine.

The Jedi fought to hold on to an archaic system, one that allowed the rot of the Sith to exist. Reign wanted to show them that their days were numbered.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Diarch Reign

Jonyna's feet ignited, twirling her to the side, allowing Reign to stomp to the ground, once more Jonyna slicing towards his neck, stopping just shy. He wanted this to be a symbolic duel of orders, his own misguided way, claiming to be a new order, but was in fact the same old one. Forever a cycle. He wanted to kill the jedi, kill the sith, but Jonyna knew better.

She had seen the rise and fall. And she knew how it always ended. Not with blades at each other's throats, but by diplomats, sitting down and talking. Making treaties, signing papers.

She had never been smart enough to do that. She was a warrior at heart. But she knew how it would end. She knew the story, again and again.

All she cared about was settling an example.

The Light would Survive.