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[Warchief Waddles]

Mustafar, a planet that had played a part in many events of galactic history. That had once been home to a group of dark jedi, Sith and even a Jedi temple at one point. In the lava fields of Mustafar many secrets could be unearthed. This is what brought the exiled Jedi to the planet. Not in the search of knowledge for himself but to keep the knowledge out of the hands of another. Another who the Jedi had been racing against the clock to stop. After seeing both the fall of the Galactic Alliance, and then Commenor, Aten had decided enough was enough. Even if alone he’d take the fight to the dark in his own way.

Cupped in the palms of the Morellian’s gauntlet covered hands was a pyramidal shaped object. One that hummed with power and a dark presence. It reeked of the darkside its red glow reflected in the Knight’s azure eyes. “Never again.” Hands closing around the object the sound of crunching could be heard as the gauntlets crushed the object to dust, the jedi ensuring there be no way of it being recovered.

Scattered around the white-haired man were droid parts that had been disassembled, none of which had been done by a saber. Most looked like they’d been blown apart by massive explosions, or torn asunder with brute force. Not a single drop of blood came from the knight. When his hands opened Aten let the dust fall where it was scooped up by the wind and carried into the lava streams below.

A smile spread across the Jedi’s lips as he felt the weight of oppressive darkness leave, and swelling pride rose within him. At least till sensed another coming near. One steeped in the dark, that stank of it, the dark miasma drawing near. Not looking over his shoulder completely, Aten simply cast a glance back in the direction it was coming from. “I wondered when I’d get to meet you.”

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Loctaion: Mustafar​

Equipment: Crimson Dread, Winter, Risk​

Tag: [member="Aten Ramses"]​

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Obsidian boots, wrapped in leather crunched into the charred dirt beneath them. The heat from the nearby magma washed over the Sith Lord, causing him further agitation. He hated this hot ass world. Dipped in hell itself, there was no reason for him to lower himself to such a world. No, there was one reason. The Holocron that the Sith Lord had searched half the galaxy for. It had called to him over planets and space, in subtle whispers and eager entices. Funny, how in just one fleeting moment the calls had grown silent. No more whispers, no more calls, nothing. At the source of the silence, a man standing with snow-like hair contrasting the black and crimson lands around him. Malphas watched as this man's hands opened, allowing the fragments of his treasure to drift off into the bank of lava before him. Malphas pulled the black cowl back from over his head as he gazed out at the lava with a silent expression. Months. Wasted.

He'd sent a number of his guard ahead, hoping they could secure the holocron while he himself traveled to the world. His eyes came down to the metallic pieces that plagued the ground.

Useless droids. He exhaled, looking to the white-haired man with an expression of hatred and agitation. He could feel the Force coming from the man. He was mired in the light and it disgusted the Sith Lord even more than his insolence. The faintest hint of a smile on the man's face only caused Malphas to grow more agitated. Aten's words were met with a subtle grunt, perhaps displaying Malphas' disdain, but more likely demonstrating the unyielding rage he had.

His left hand curled into a tight fist. The Force quaked at the motion, offering the faint shimmer to show he was tapping into it's power. All around Aten, the pieces of the droid's he had dismantled shivered for a brief moment before they flew towards the man in a deadly hail. Malphas did not hesitate to charge. His amethyst eyes focused on Aten, he drew his lightsaber from his waist, allowing the purple blade to come to life. He moved with haste, hoping to carve Aten in half with a sweeping slash to the man's midsection.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The grunt from the Sith had been enough to satisfy Aten knowing that he’d done the right thing. Any chance to aggravate a Sith, impede their goals or even bring one low was enough to let the exile know he was on the right path. In a way Aten loved battle, he loved conflict, it was a dark enjoyment that had grown inside him as Romi’s apprentice, and even moreso during his year among the Morgukai. While one would assume this meant that Aten had turned his back on the light the Jedi instead repurposed this enjoyment, this pleasure into a weapon of the light.

There were no words shared, no taunts, as Aten felt the air around them rumble. The force itself bent to his opponent's will. Hopping straight into it then? The Jedi thought a breath filling his lungs. The soot-filled air of Mustafar filling his nostrils. As he inhaled the force flooded Aten’s form and no longer was he Aten, he was the ground upon which him and Adron stood upon. He was the lava fleas coasting through the banks below. He was even the parts of the droids that were picked up and flung at him.

Spinning on his heel Aten’s own hands came up and the force responded to defend the knight. A burst of telekinetic energy was released knocking the objects and hunks of metal off course where they simply tumbled away and down to the lava below. His opponent having already drawn their saber Aten didn’t have time to draw his own, nor did he plan on it.

The blade of Adron did certainly make contact it's violet blade coasting across the surface of Aten’s golden coat. The one that he’d made long ago when he was but a padawan. His outfit made for fighting. A black furrow made its way across the coat. Aten’s left hand reached out to seize Adron’s right wrist mid-slash while his right came up in a straight punch to the very center of Adron’s torso. A punch that would activate the gauntlet upon his right arm releasing a burst of sonic energy to send the Sith flying backward.

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[Adron Malvern]

The man charge forward with all intent to cut his losses and this jedi, in half. His amethyst blade flew through the soot-filled air with a deadly intent. It would not meet home. No, his wrist had been gripped by the armored gauntlet that the Jedi used to halt his assault. He felt his wrist locked in the man's grip and the hairs on the back of his neck rose in anticipation. When the Jedi's other arm came forward, so did Adron's. The suit recognized the subtle activation pad on his glove, activating the molecular shield that rested on his wrist. The shield exploded out between the two, creating a barrier for the man's fist to impact. The blunt force that came from the fist was absorbed, however the deafening explosion could not be missed.

His boots came from the ground, forcing the man a few feet off the ground as he flew back. He landed into the ground, his gauntlets and boots slamming into the charred ground while his lightsaber remained firmly fastened in his hands.

I hate Jedi. The thought was a brief flash over his mind as Malphas looked to Aten expectantly. He flourished his blade, carving through the air with a subtle slash before holding the blade down towards the ground before him. His free hand wrapped around the hilt of his Sith Sword as he looked to the man. In the next moment his hand came from the hilt, flying forward and focusing on the Force once more. His fingertips seemed to glow for a brief moment before long whisps exploded from them. The purple streaks lashed out ruthlessly, slapping not only into the man before him but also slamming into the ground around the Jedi.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The vibrations from the fist meeting the shield attempted to reverberate up Aten’s right arm, but due to the fact that it was a full prosthetic the vibrations didn’t even tingle. The Sith Lord had been quick and cunning to activate the shield instead of attempting to push another offensive in such close quarters. The Jedi was glad that the Sith hadn’t bit the dust too quickly. Head leaning to the left and then the right sharp pops sounded off echoing through the air over the sound of bubbling magma.

Hands spreading out to his side, shoulders rising and falling Aten shook his head shooting Adron a disappointed look. There was nothing more entertaining than getting beneath a Sith’s skin, another benefit of it hopefully off balancing him. Kicking off the ground Aten began to close the distance between himself and Adron.

The violet lightning rising to meet the Jedi, Aten didn’t stop instead he continued straight into it. Left hand raising Aten drew the energy into himself the electric energy coursing into and up his left arm. The energy the Sith had attempted to use as a weapon was repurposed for the Jedi’s use. It filled Aten, continuing on from his left arm, across his chest and down to his right.

Right fist shoving forward the Sith Lord’s energy was released back at him. Not in the form of bolts of lightning or a massive force wave. Instead, the force formed a fist behind Adron to slam into the Sith’s back and detonate and send the Sith flying towards the approaching Jedi.

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[Adron Malvern]

The Force exploded out from Adron's hand, in violent streaks of violet. The lightning slammed into Aten with furious wraps but it never did meet home. Aten charged and the Sith drew his lips into a thin smirk. The Force wrapped around him, creating a barrier between the man and his assaulter. Just as Aten grew closer, Adron released the Force he had wrapped himself in. His lungs exploded as he screamed out, creating a massive repulse. On both sides of him it was met with an unexpected halt. Eventually the two forces were met in a match and sought to escape each other. The following explosion rocked the ground beneath them and caused the dirt and stone below them to fly into the air and create a cloud of smoke and dust.

Through the dust, Adron clamped his eyes shut. He did not need them. He turned to his other senses, and relied on the Force to guide him. Even in the cloud of dust and dirt he charged forward. The soft ring of steel could be heard as he pulled his sword from it's scabbard. His mind was on his opponent and as he charged, he released his lightsaber from his hands. It flew towards Aten with a murderous intent to slash at the Jedi's torso. The Force compelled the blade to harass the man Adron fought. His footsteps were light and swift, bringing him only a few feet from Aten. That was when his blade flew forward, aimed to puncture his opponents neck.

He was eager to end this Jedi, end this fight, and end this waste of his time.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The repulse lashed out kicking so much dust and dirt into the air that brought Aten to a halt within its confines where it blinded the Jedi obscuring his view of his surroundings. It was a tactic that would’ve worked on a normal individual. One who wasn’t attuned to the force may have found themselves lost in the midst of the distraction. Aten? This is where the Jedi thrived easily feeling out Adron’s presence through the mist. The Sith wore a set of armor that made him stand out amongst the currents of the force, along with that he also continued to hold his sword which was akin to a beacon, the malevolent aura radiating off it.

The amethyst blade cut through the dust and stone filling the air with a horrid stench that assaulted Aten’s nostrils the blade moving to penetrate Aten, but the Jedi simply raised his hand catching it in his left hand holding it within the confines of his grip the gauntlets protecting the Morellian’s hands from the lightsaber. The energy of the saber then began to drain into Aten much like Adron’s lightning had before, once more filling Aten’s stores of energies just waiting to be released.

Aten let Adron believe that he didn’t know he was coming. That he couldn’t feel the miasmic energy that the sword Adron wielded radiated, and then Aten spun. The tip of Adron’s blade hitting the Jedi’s jacket and gliding across its surface. The weave his outfit was made of kept physical blades from penetrating outright but Aten still felt a sharp pain in his side, possibly a rib cracking? Right arm extending the back of his fist came around to slam into Adron’s side activating the gauntlets and sending the Jedi flying, bolstered by the force a wave of Aten’s sheer will empowered by the energy he’d drain would slam into Adron simultaneous with the fist.

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