Duel Desolation.

[Serina Calis]

Equipment: Composite Armor, Lightsaber (Aqua), Metal Rebreather
Tag: Ariel Vexius

On the stark, icy expanses of Hoth, the relentless wind carved through the desolate terrain, its howl a constant reminder of the planet's unforgiving nature. Amid this icy chaos, Serina Calis moved with a purposeful grace, her figure a solitary speck against the vast white wilderness. Each step was measured and mindful, her presence almost an intrusion upon the silent, frosty world.

Dressed in ornate composite armor, tailored to fit her form and designed to withstand the extreme conditions, Serina appeared almost regal against the stark backdrop. The armor was a masterpiece of functionality and aesthetics, with flowing lines that complemented her commanding presence. A metal rebreather masked the lower half her face, its soft hiss rhythmic against the occasional gusts that swept the icy dust around her. Her lightsaber, a weapon she wielded with reluctance in combat yet cherished as a symbol of her status, hung prominently at her side, its hilt glinting even under the weak sunlight that struggled past the planet's thick clouds.

As she approached the rumored location of an ancient Sith tomb, hidden deep within the planet's icy crust, her steps grew more deliberate. Serina's mind was attuned to the Force, reaching out like tendrils of warmth in the cold, seeking any sign of the dark energies said to permeate the site. The tomb, a relic of a bygone era, was whispered to contain secrets of the Sith—secrets that could perhaps quench her thirst for deeper understanding and power.

Suddenly, the Force stirred around her, a dark whisper against her senses. Serina halted, her eyes narrowing. There, materializing from the swirling snow like a specter, was a figure, petite yet emanating a palpable intensity that belied her size.

The woman had long brown hair pulled back into a practical ponytail that swayed with the wind, her skin a warm tan against the monochrome landscape. Her eyes, a deep caramel, bore into Serina with an unsettling focus, and her attire, a unique ensemble of brown garb with a red border that wrapped elegantly around her neck and left shoulder, marked her as no ordinary wanderer. The red and white belts cinched at her waist and the matching boots stamped firmly into the snow, declared a martial readiness.

As the distance between them closed, Serina felt a chill that had nothing to do with the climate. The dark presence was undeniable, stirring a thrill of anticipation and wariness in her chest. This was no mere remnant of the past; it was a living, breathing conduit of the dark side.

With a fluid motion that seemed both a warning and a challenge, Serina ignited her lightsaber, the brilliant blade casting a blue glow on the surrounding snow. She adopted a defensive stance, her free hand subtly adjusting the control on her rebreather, readying herself for any possibility.

 

[Ariel Vexius]

Equipment: Double-bladed lightsaber. Bone Dagger

The icy air and snow of Hoth felt like piercing needles dabbing the skin with every touch, which is why Ariel threw over a black robe that she found within the stolen Galactic Alliance ship to ensure the weather conditions wouldn’t get the best of her. Not only that but a simple Force ability to help keep the body warm in rather unbearable temperatures. Ariel was prepared the moment she felt the Force ripple, causing her to sense a Jedi landing on the planet. “So, the hunt begins.” She whispered in a cold tone, cutting through the air like a knife.

Hoth has many different cave systems that lead for miles and some that only go in far enough for a person to walk in and turn around. The one that Ariel resided in happened to lead straight to some old base that was destroyed in a battle. There was little left inside the base and a lot of it collapsed from the intense battle within, but Ariel was able to find a small location with an X-Wing ship that was nearly buried in the snow above. The only thing visible were the large canons mounted on each side of the ship. With little time left before the Jedi would arrive, Ariel felt the Force warning her of the closing distance between the two, so she decided to step free from the destroyed base and find something a little more open.

As Ariel made their way outside of the large cave system and managed to find a frozen plain, where the young woman stood, waiting for its prey to come closer. The darkness that resided within Ariel is what would lure the Jedi in. They were always curious when it came to the dark side, wondering what could be in store for them this time and what cray story they had to tell in the process. Ariel didn’t have a story to share, just a dark stare from under the black hood with their yellow eyes. “Come closer dear, I won’t bite too hard.” She attempted to lure the Jedi in with words of sarcasm and a slight chuckle.

 

[Serina Calis]

Equipment: Composite Armor, Lightsaber (Aqua), Metal Rebreather
Tag: Ariel Vexius

The wind whipped around Serina, carrying with it the biting chill of Hoth's unrelenting cold. But within her, a warmth was kindled by the stirring of the dark side, its whisper promising power and secrets just beyond the veil of snow and ice. She stood poised, her lightsaber casting a pale blue glow against the swirling whites and grays of the landscape, reflecting the duel nature of her spirit—caught between the light and an alluring darkness.

Across the frozen plain, the figure of a Sith emerged, a dark silhouette framed by the stark, icy wilderness. Her words, laced with a mocking challenge, floated through the frigid air, striking a chord within Serina. It wasn't just the promise of battle that quickened her pulse—it was the thrill of the unknown, the potential of delving into the depths of the dark side to unearth its secrets.

"Ah, the sweet call of the dark side," Serina replied, her voice a mixture of venom and charm, the modulation of her rebreather adding a haunting quality to her words. "You think to ensnare me with such obvious bait? I'm here for the secrets of the ancients, not petty squabbles. But if it's a dance you want, let's see if you can keep up."

With a flourish, Serina deactivated her lightsaber, clipping it back onto her belt, her eyes never leaving the woman. This was Dun Möch—using words and actions to unbalance and provoke her opponent. She raised her hands slightly, palms open, as if showing her willingness to engage without her weapon, yet it was a ruse. Her mind was alive with strategies, her senses extended through the Force to read the Sith's intentions and weaknesses.

"Tell me," Serina continued, her tone dripping with a mocking sweetness, "do you always try to lure your opponents with promises of gentle bites, or am I special?" The smile that played on her lips was invisible beneath the rebreather, but her eyes sparkled with mischief and malice.

She took a deliberate step forward, the snow crunching underfoot, her posture relaxed but ready. This was the art of Dun Möch, blending her words with the subtle promise of violence, a psychological duel that complemented the physical. Serina was ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, her body coiled like a serpent, ready to strike with telekinetic thrusts or to reignite her saber and engage in a lethal ballet of Shii-Cho and Makashi, despite her lesser skill in the latter.

"Come now, Sith," she called out, her voice carrying over the winds, "show me the depth of your darkness. Or are you all shadows and whispers?" Her challenge hung in the air between them, a taunt designed to draw Ariel out, to provoke her into revealing her hand first.