Duel Desecration of Jedha | Jedi vs. Sith

[Mlow Eman'outther]

UR-KRUSADE

Equipment: SIF-57s | Vibrolance | Sith-Imperial Legionnaire Combat Armor Mk. III [Factory Grey]

The herd of pilgrims began to part and scatter not soon after the first crimson blade had found it’s target. There were many, however, and they scattered like a confused pack of kath hounds who’s alpha had just been struck dead. They fled into alleyways and down dusty streets. When they came near Mlow, he didn’t dare stop them. Simply a push on the shoulder to keep them moving past him. Sometimes pulling those stumbling to their feet before sending them on their way as he watched the street light up with sabers and shouts of damnation.

It was a simple feeling that had brought him here.

To avenge Korriban.

The world cried out into space when the Galactic Alliance set upon it with blaster and blade, with Jedi and trooper. Marrying the sands and temples with blood and war once again, as they had known time in memorial. This was different, however. It sent waves through the living Force that dug into the hearts of all of those aware of it. For the Jedi, it was a rallying call. A grand crusade to finally end the beast of Sith-Imperialism. For the Sith and other Cabals of the Dark Side? It was a demand for revenge, a demand to strike back and burn the Jedi where they lived.

For Mlow? It was a great sadness. The world was pained, it wailed as it’s children died in it’s streets. Helpless to save them. A Holy World blessed with the natural gifts of the Force, the very world that had given birth to his Creed, when the First Scorned had found themselves on the planet so long ago. Beyond recorded history.

The Jedi stood as hypocrites to Mlow, an Order he barely understood, but who’s actions spoke plenty for what they believed in. Balance? Peace? They held such things in high regard, despite the despoiling of Korriban, despite what else they may had planned. Oh, how they rushed to the defense of Ilum, how they demanded the protection of their worlds, of their teachings.

Perhaps Mlow couldn’t see their reasoning past his hubris in the Sith, perhaps he didn’t wish to.

All that matters was the message they would send on Jedah.

All of life was a struggle, that was the purpose of the Living Force, of his Creed. To forge you the best you can be out of the hate, the pain, and the suffering. So you may rise above it. To love, to prosper, to survive. To lose the chains of torment.

The Jedi were a front against the utopia.

His vibrolance was held in his left hand, the halft-end slamming into the sands again and again as he walked. The path in front of him had cleared.

There stood a man, skin of scarlet and presence of radiance. A sprout of purple hair atop his head. Saber on his person.

A Jedi. A deceiver.

Mlow reached down to his hip and brought his Charric pistol up. The HUD’s crosshair clicking to red when it hovered over Zaavik.

It is not of your Sith to slay an unaware opponent, dearest Mlow…

<“Bright Lord!”> The Kudon shouted across the space.

He adjusted his grip before pulling the trigger of the blaster, aiming center-mass. A single shot reported across the pair.

<”Witness me!”>

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/// Zaavik Perl \\\

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Equipment: Family Lightsaber, SIF-7 Minos
Opposition: Takui
Location: Jedha, the Temple of Kyber

There it was. She could feel it. The muted sensation not just around her, but around him. It worked. The faintest bit of pride swelled in her chest. She could actually fight. She was a threat. A hint of a grin spread on her features as she closed the last bit of the distance between them and swung her blade around in a single, strong slash. With her lack of power in the Force she'd trained her body to be strong. As strong as she physically could get as a human.

She had no form of fighting, or at least nothing of the traditional more civilized stances. She was a brawler at heart, down and scrappy. Using all of her body to fight as she had. Everything. That first cut was only meant to occupy his saber so she could pull out her blaster and try to shoot him in the foot.

 

[Takui]

Three... two...

In the time it took her to close the distance, Taku had bounced onto the balls of his feet. A split-step, utilized by athletes to balance their body and gain the proper position to respond to incoming movement. He took a short, backward hop that placed his body still inside the range of the lightsaber, but closer to the tip than the center of the blade or the hilt.

As he did this, Taku brought the blade upward in a quick arc, upward from beneath. It collided with the oncoming weapon between the tip and the middle, further away from the emitter where the Sith had the most control. Ideally, that would force her to adjust her grip and fumble for control.

He spun the weapon through and aimed a diagonal cut toward her torso- hopefully exposed due to over-extension. Taku didn't want to kill the Sith, no matter how dangerous she might be; but now, he couldn't feel what she felt be it fear or otherwise.he Padawan would only be able to capitalize on openings he could perceive visually.

The fight on Byss taught him not to rely heavily on locking up with a stronger opponent. His skills lay in quick thinking, and he had to use his wits to gain an advantage.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Her blade was knocked high, and all at once her plans came tumbling down. Alina had little practice in an actual saber duel, at least with someone who truly knew how to use a blade. Only once. She hissed in annoyance as she fumbled for control of her hilt, but she ended up just dropping the hilt completely. His next strike would take her down if she didn't get away.

So she threw herself to the side, just out of range of his blade so it only cut through cloth, rather than flesh. It wasn't a very good feeling, having to tumble and roll over the hard flooring, but it was better than a saber. She kept going, too, knowing she'd opened herself to some kind of attack with her dodge. She only paused when she felt safe enough to stand and ready herself. No saber. No way to recall her saber like practically every force user could.

Alina gritted her teeth and lowered her stance. Hands up, balled into fists.

She at least knew how to fight unarmed well.

Takui

 

[Takui]

He watched her make the split second decision to abandon her weapon. For a moment, the confusion ruled him. It was time enough for her to scramble out of the way of his blade, the charred smell of fabric a telltale time that he had come close. It was that sensation that ripped him back to his senses.

It was highly irregular for a Force Sensitive of any variety to willfully disarm. Granted in her situation, it saved her from much worse damage; but the fact remained that she did not so much as attempt to reclaim it. He wondered if he ought to offer to let her do so.

But, she tightened her hands into fists. He knew that meant she was capable in other ways. Perhaps she was like the Followers of Palawa, who so long ago lost their planet to the Jedi. It would make sense if she were a Teras Kasi adept that she preferred to fight unarmed, even against a Lightsaber.

That meant he needed to be cautious.

He circled closer, blade even out in front of him. If he couldn't feel the Force, it was unlikely that she could do anything else while concentrating on making it that way. That meant that her own senses were dulled, and they were fighting on even ground.

Taku closed the distance with several quick steps and brought the weapon down thinly, aimed toward slicing straight down the center, the distance between them far enough that his reach with the lightsaber outmatched hers unarmed.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

There was a lot of things she would do if she could. But this was it. Her limit. She could level the playing field between herself and a Force User by eliminating the Force for them both, but everything else needed to rely on her forceless talent and skill. But perhaps that's what gave her the edge. Where Jedi and Sith alike grew used to having the Force on their side to help guide their movements, she didn't. She had to learn to fight without it.

Alina circled with him, making no move to charge in. He had the range and the lethality. A single wrong move and a flick of his wrist would finish her off real quick. She either needed to get in his guard immediately, or figure something else out. Given how he held himself and the size of the room, the first wouldn't be an easy thing to do.

She met his steps with her own retreat, pacing back and to the side to keep out of his range as best she could. The blade was brought down and she stepped to the side to dodge, then continued further with a roll away. The fact he needed to flick his wrist was constantly in the back of her mind. Midroll though she pulled her blaster, firing off a quick, if poorly aimed shot. The fact the Force couldn't warn him was enough of a reason for her to chance a miss. It might give him pause enough for her to find her saber and get it.

Takui

 

[Takui]

When his strike went wide, he recoiled backward. There was too much of an opportunity for her to close the gap and neutralize his ability to respond. Her fists couldn't cut, but they could cause blunt force trauma that would impair him far worse long term. He raised his weapon once more and took a breath, stilling his thoughts.

You think too much. Focus on the things that matter. What do you see?

She rolled. She didn't have the lightsaber, but she did have...

Stang. The blaster.

Taku recognized the attack too late to respond deftly, but he was able to deflect the blast safely away from himself. Without the Force to guide his hand, it was a sloppy effort. Still did the job.

He watched her, wary of another shot. If he weren't so careful, he might have taken the opportunity to get closer. Alas, the chance came and went. No going back now.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Inexperience was what kept both of them warry and worried. Too careful and too unwilling to take advantage of the other's drop in guard. Alina kept her gun level, pointing it right for Takui . A threat to keep him back as she moved towards her saber. Step by careful step, circling around the Jedi. Her yellow eyes narrowed further. She was thinking too much. Once she neared her saber she kicked it up and snatched it from the air to at least have that ready.

There was no turning back now.

Once more she'd close in, letting loose another couple shots to cover her approach before holstering the gun and swinging her saber across in a duel handed grip. She was prepared for the unbalanced deflection this time.

 

[Takui]

This time when the shot came, Taku calculated the trajectory and spun his weapon in a tight circle. The blast ricocheted off his weapon and careened back in the opposite direction, aimed in her path of movement.

The Padawan got his blade into a high guard, overhead and tip angled to the floor, ready to intercept further shots. When they came, he let the blade do the bulk of the work, simply rebuffing them away from himself.

Each of them sent pressure down his arms and his shoulders absorbed the brunt of it. Still, with his body low, the amount of kinetic force rippled through him and he ground his teeth. The pain shot through him in waves.

He exhaled sharply.

The move wouldn't work a second time, unfortunately; but there were other ways to fight.

"Try not to lose it this time," he winked.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Darth Strosius]

Aelys
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It had been far too long since Alisteri had fought a Jedi. Twice he clashed with them, one of them he killed but he hadn't faced either of them alone. Both times his master had given him aid in his fight. Today he would see how he would fare with no safety net.

Jedha.

He had not heard of it before but now he savored the name as he walked its streets. Ever since Korriban he had been itching to pay the Jedi back for their desecration of that holy world. They had sought to plunder its sacred ruins and tombs, an act that couldn't go unpunished. In truth the masked acolyte wasn't bothered by the lack of a proper plan this day. This attack was retribution, fueled by anger and revenge as all Sith were. From a certain point of view it was almost poetic.

Poetry wasn't his forte however.

Yet again he found himself alone on an empty street, pulling his sabre from the now-dead pilgrim that he had chased onto this street. He sighed as he stared at the body, a feeling of pity washing over him. These poor people were just sheep, shepherded into the Light for no good reason. With any luck his associates and allies would be able to show the survivors that the ways of the Dark were far better than anything the Jedi could provide. The salvation of the Sith would come in time, he was sure of it.

He perked up as he heard movement behind him, turning just in time to see a Jedi approaching him on the rooftops.

He smothered a grin and readied himself for an attack. Perhaps this one would prove to be a good test for him, or at the very least a better challenge than what he had faced thus far on this planet.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

The shot being deflected back at her caught her off guard. She shifted just in time to keep the blast from hitting her square on, but not enough to keep it from missing her entirely. Alina hissed as it burned through her arm, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. No more hesitating. The acolyte closed the distance to swing her blade down just in time to catch the wink. And she laughed. A grin spread across her face as she brought her saber down.

"I won't. Think you can keep yours?" She went fully on the offensive. She was strong, and where she didn't have skill she had brute force. Hammering strikes, again and again. Swinging the blade like it was a maul. And yet, there was precision. She was trying to over power Takui as quickly as she could.

 

[Jyoti Nooran]

Location: Kyber Temple entrance
Equipment: Silver Shadow Light Armor (No Helmet), Hooded Black Poncho, Echani Accuracy Gloves, Sitara (Lightsaber), Avalanche (Greatsword, Back Holstered), Garrote Wire

As chaos erupted all across the Holy City, Jyoti made her stand at the base of the main temple entrance, screening for the pilgrims lucky enough to find shelter within the interior. For a time they would be safer than those caught outside on the temple grounds, but if the incoming Sith broke through the Jedi defenses it would be a slaughter.

So much for a quiet Sunday studying sacred texts.

A pair of unconscious Sith already lay at her feet - acolytes eager to prove themselves. In reality, they were unwitting chaff deployed to soften the Jedi defenders in advance of their masters' emergence. Cruel, but shrewd.

Eventually, they would regain consciousness to the pain of shattered bones, but at least they would still have their limbs and head intact.

The Jedi Master held onto the small hope that the youths still had a chance to reform - in prison.

For now, the defenders were holding, but the Sith were legion, continuing to storm the temple in waves like mad dogs. Their collective hate radiated off of them like burning rays of a desert sun, fueled by vengeance. In their minds, their most holy sites had been desecrated by the Jedi at Korriban (again), so they aimed to return the favor.

However, after dealing with the xenocidal Bryn, the comparatively petty rage of her Sith foes unmoved her, the Echani simply responding with a thin smile of derision.

Fist and foot flew to meet these new attackers in a black blur, successful blows rewarded with an audible crunch or clank of bone and armor, respectively. Even as angry as the advancing Sith were, she made them stumble in their tracks with her ferocity. While the Echani was disgusted by wonton destruction, she reveled in combat, the purest expression of one's being.

She aimed at doing much expressing as to why the Sith had karked up attacking Jedha this day.

Darth Interitus

 

[Takui]

The shot burnt her body, and Taku was thankful that he couldn't feel the pain radiating off of her.

He knew how it felt for a lightsaber to burn the body. It must have been just as awful, if not worse to be struck with a bolt from a blaster. The saving grace was that it didn't continuously burn and fuse together flesh, bone, and sinew.

What he did know was that it couldn't feel good.

The Sith raced at him and brought her weapon hammering down, just as he winked. She was laughing. In spite of that horrific pain, she found amusement in this situation?

Horrific.

Did even her own well-being mean nothing to the woman?

Taku opted for the path of least resistance. As his adversary brought her weapon pummeling down, he dropped his weight. With each strike against his saber, her weapon had to travel greater distance to reach his.

Then, in the midst of her onslaught, now on a single knee, he slid his free leg out to one side and pivoted his body. At that angle, her torso should have been exposed.

He thrust his shoulder toward her ribcage, intent on barreling into her as he drove off both legs. Hopefully, it would stun her and slow down those powerful attacks.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Pain was something Alina knew inside and out. Since she was a child her mother beat her. Fried her with lightning. Pain had become a source of strength for her. A reason to get strong. So she didn't have to feel pain. And he was dropping. Her strikes were overpowering him. Her grin widened after every swing, after every time he went lower. She brought her blade up once more to slam it down upon Takui , only to be caught off guard as he barreled forward.

Sure, she could handle pain. Getting the breath knocked out of her as his shoulder struck her ribs? Completely different. She was thrown to her back, gasping for air. Wincing. But anger kept her focused. She brought up a knee to try and slam into his side. Throw him off of her and make some sort of space between them again.

 

[Takui]

He clambered over her as she fell backward and they skidded across the floor. Taku hadn't planned for that much, but it was a favorable situation. She couldn't swing her weapon wildly with him there.

Taku turned his torso a fraction during the exchange, freeing his saber up to guard against violent slashes that she might make toward him with her weapon. What he didn't think of was the knee that plowed into his side, which sent a powerful jolt of pain through his body. He reeled from the impact, still tender after the procedure that saved his life.

With a sudden jolt of all-too-human anger, he brought the green blade down toward the Sith, seeking to scald flesh. Whatever it took, in that moment.

That was when she tossed him aside. As he staggered from over her, the blade raked a hot line toward her torso. Taku continued to back off, though, and gave her ample room to recover, one hand clutching his abdomen where she struck it.

He shook himself off. No anger. Calm down. It hurts, but that's nothing compared to what happens if she gets her way.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Xeykard]

Condal Dunstrum
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Xeykard cared little for Korriban. He always wondered why so many clung to such a dead place. Power came in many forms, but to him, it was for the living.

He had visited only once; the sand and darkness and cool, dry air was that of the dead. It reeked of them. It reeked of darkness. Perhaps that was what had made him uncomfortable. Perhaps the Jedi's strike should've brought him relief-

No. No. They caused such turmoil within him. He needed to kill. To prove again his power, the power of a Sith. They had always been an affront. To the darkness, to him.

As he settled into his opening stance, he repeated the words of the code. This is how it should be, he thought. The Sith were on the attack. Enough hiding in their homes; evacuating worlds so the traitors could claim them. Enough battles on the back foot. He was a Sith, an Inquisitor, and he would destroy the enemies in front of him.

First was the Jedi Knight in front of him. Xeykard's stance was the beginning of Djem So; his lightclub raised overhead. The longer saber, along with his size, granted him the reach advantage -- something critical in every engagement. He'd managed to isolate this Jedi in the initial clash. The Jedi would not leave.

Xeykard sissed his contempt, then advanced. His stroke downward to begin the fight was powerful. There was no holding back; each strike was made with the intent to kill. Even so, his following strikes were fluid and quick. Less a dragon than a viper. He kept the Jedi at a distance, thrusting and slashing with nearly the tip of his blade. With a lightsaber, every strike could be lethal.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

That was enough room for her. Alina brought her saber around to catch the green line coming for her, just enough to keep him from bisecting her as she rolled after him. The anger that flashed in Takui 's face. It was more than pain. She'd stumbled upon something she didn't mean to. And she certainly wasn't going to give up on such a promising lead.

So she tackled him. Pushed off from the ground to fully tackle him to the ground as quickly as she could. She needed this advantage. She needed this win. Now she was going to keep him close. Keep in his guard. Keep him on the defensive. "Did that hurt, Jedi? Old war injury perhaps?"

 

[Takui]

He let go. It was something he had experience with, now. In that moment when he had the opportunity to take up his saber and ascend toward greatness, Taku had made a proclamation.

I'm just a Jedi.

Those words remained with him now, and when she rushed toward him, he twisted his wrist. She raced in to tackle him headlong, but the saber traveled the distance and its tip pointed toward her face as she lowered her body.

If she didn't impale herself, hopefully the immense heat and blinding light would halt her ill-fated attack.

Venomous words jeered his suffering. It wasn't anger toward them that prompted Taku's decision. It was the most rational response.

Who runs straight toward a lightsaber? Insanity.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Aelys]

Darth Strosius

Saberstaff outstretched above his head, Aelys slid down the side of a sloped building. Dust and tiles flew up around him as his form came down. Tapping into the Force, he leapt up before he hit the rapidly approaching ledge. Head over heels as he flipped, his jacket flapped out to either side of him on his descent. He hit the roof of another building, taking off into a sprint as he ran mere inches along the edge of the roof. Long strides carried him rapidly as he pointed his saberstaff to the Sith.

Leaping off from the roof again, the Force aided leap would carry him above and beyond the Sith, closer to the top of the street. A physical barrier between him and the rest of the city. Hitting the ground, he slid as the Force arrested his motion before he turned to face his enemy.

Silence was his angle, his lips barely parted as he appraised the murderer.

This is a Sith?

Despite his apparent rush to get to this point, he appeared lazy, unmoving and unresponsive.

Shorter than I would've thought.

Aelys had already deduced this wasn't a Sith of renown. Similarly to how he wasn't a Jedi, or warrior of renown. Not as he sought to be. Walking forwards, they were separated still by a few metres. Enough time to do his due diligence before he got down to work.

Opening his mouth to speak -

SNAP-HISS

"Fuck it."

The end of the saberstaff that pointed to the ground burst to life. With one end activated, it appeared that he had an extra long saber hilt, providing extra reach as he lunged forwards and stabbed center mass with the azure beam for the Sith's torso, foregoing any objective of diplomacy. Mere feet away there was a corpse on the ground with a burning hole in their body, and a gleeful of Dark Sider in close proximity.

The time for diplomacy had already passed.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

She wasn't so fanatical to charge in blindly. They both had a saber. The only difference was where he pointed his saber as a threat. hers was swung around with a flick of her wrist to knock his aside. But it did stop her charge. She had to stop. Pain? Sure, she could push past that. She couldn't completely disregard her will to live.

The grin remained however. It was obvious it was unsettling to him. She wasn't crazy, but she knew how to press her advantage whenever she had it. So she went back. Made space. "How's it feel? Not to have the Force on your side. All that training. For nothing. You're mortal now, Jedi." She flicked her saber up. She'd been watching. Learning. "So why don't you tell me about that injury? Gotta have a good story for that. Blaster bolt slip past your guard?"