Private Blood for Blood

[Matthias Colcrip]

Blood for Blood
Tags: Closed, Cesare Demici
Location: Yinchorr

The desert heat didn't matter to a Tatooine native such as Matthias. In fact where plenty would rather avoid those kinds of worlds, he preferred them. The civilizations that usually popped up on such worlds were wild and untamed, ripe with opportunity for anyone mindful and brave enough to seek it out.

Matthias' starfighter was landed in a small canyon, concealed beneath the dark shadows cast by the deep canyon walls. He has a walked about a mile away, leaving the canyon and entering an open area that stretched for miles in each direction outward the canyon mouth. He wasn't in full armor, due to the heat, but rather had his silver and yellow light armor on save for the arm and shoulder pads.

He did have some muscle, enough to pass as a bouncer on Canto Bight perhaps, but he wasn't built like a warrior. He still sported his gray cloak however in an effort to conceal the two lightsabers strapped on the back of his belt.

After walking another mile he reached the edge of a cliff. Looking down he saw the great expanse of the desert stretch out. Directly at the bottom was what looked to be an abandoned facility of some kind, Imperial marks barely visible on the old and rusted exterior.

Although he was sure he wouldn't find anyone or anything, Matthias was determined to further his training. Although he was was receiving force training from a new master, he wasn't going to hold himself to a single source of knowledge. He heard rumors of a proper dualist being spotted in this system and his search had brought him here.

Glancing at the facility he folded his arms in anticipation. Was this where he'd finally cross blades with a force trained fighter? Or just another dead end in another dead desert? Matthias started down the nearby path to the facility, ready to face either scenario.​

 

[Cesare Demici]

Matthias Colcrip

Yinchorr... it was a planet Cesare had not visited in some time. He had spent some of his youth here, studying the old martial arts of the Imperial Guard. It was a time-tested tradition, spanning back hundreds of years, and in that time, their methods had only improved. While it wasn't his primary focus in terms of combat, learning other forms was always a good way to improve one's own ability. Besides, there were surely others out there that knew such forms, and should he come into conflict with them, well... it was always better to know one's enemy.

His black zeyd cloth robes moved in the wind, casting a rather ominous silhouette against the grainy dullness of the desert's light. He wasn't wearing his old Imperial Knight armor, despite the fact that it was almost a second skin to him. In truth, wearing it had become rather strange, almost foreign, for the conflict within him made it feel as if he wasn't worthy. Or perhaps the armor was no longer worthy of him. It was hard to tell, for though his anger and thirst for vengeance grew with each passing day, there was always that part of him that still wondered what could have been.

But for now... the rage would suffice.

He had felt the approaching presence as the stranger came near the old facility, prompting Cesare to leave the dark halls of the old Imperial building. The stranger's alignment was clear enough, though his intentions remained to be seen. As such, Cesare would keep his hand rested on the hilt of his lightsaber, just in case...

His gaze met the stranger's as he approached, his eyes as cold and desolate as the desert in the darkest of nights.

"If you've been sent to kill me, know it won't be easy."

 

[Matthias Colcrip]

Matthias stopped about twenty yards from the entrance to the facility as well as the mysterious figure who had emerged. As pair locked eyes he simply offered a shrug in response. “Nobody sent me,” he stated as calmly as ever.

He could sense the hate irradiating off the man and it was clear, at least to Matthias, that the anger was reaching its boiling point. Matthias knew a thing or two about rage himself, however, and instead grinned upon realizing just how great the hate this man put out truly was. “I’m just pickin’ a fight,” he added. As he finished his statement of intent, Matthias reached up and I clipped his gray cloak, kicking up some dust as it landed beside his feet.

The acolyte produced his two lightsabers and ignited them, the red and purple blades adding to the existing desert heat. He honestly didn’t know what was compelling him into a fight behind sheer curiosity. He had heard this man was a skilled duelist and the best way to learn was from experience: by this logic the fight would be just another lesson in a long line of them that would further the mad ambitions of Matthias.​

Cesare Demici