I Don't Like Sand

[Okuro_Ishimoto]

Okuro quickly entered the Cantina on the desert planet of Tatooine, managing to escape a sandstorm. His lightsabers were hidden in his cloak so he didn't get spotted. He was covered in sand. It was coarse and rough and irritating.....and it got everywhere. He sat alone at a booth, sipping a lightly alcoholic beverage that he had ordered.

 

[Wenwynig]

It was his first contract in decades. The Symbosys had crawled out of his dark hole back to civilized space. War was spreading, the Dark Side corrupting the light once more. He could almost taste the fear that normal people felt. They would fear him as they once feared him race, too long had his people not been involved in the galaxy but no longer. Wenwynig found a contract in need of fulfilling. A stepping stone to his successful return in the business of assassination.

His body was in its tall humanoid form, claws long and sharp daggers, ready to rip the flesh of his prey. As he entered the bar, he could feel the eyes of every patron staring at him. Wenwynig stood out, his flesh was in constant motion, dark tendrils swirling in the red mass. His body was like no other humanoids. It was what terrified many, his smile widened unnaturally to reveal his long teeth as his eyes scanned for prey. He noticed the boy sitting. Drinking alone. Perfect. One on one. Wenwynig felt assured he could easily succeed in his task.

Stepping over to the boy. His shadow fell over Okuro. "I have been searching for you, Okuro. Someone wants you dead." His voice low and rough. Galactic Basic was not the natural tongue for him. The predator waited to see what his prey would do.

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

Okuro had felt the being enter the bar, and didn't look until he approached him. "A lotta someones want me dead. Who is it? One of the Weequays? They were never good at accepting payments." He kept his feet kicked up on the table, maintaining a calm composure.

 

[Okuro_Ishimoto]

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[Wenwynig]

Wenwynig chuckled. The boy was naive. This would make things amusing. Pressing the tip of one of claws against his prey's cheek, he scratched a line. Toying with his prey as he whispered in a low voice. "No, no, no. I don't get paid to share secrets. Only take lives. Your life is to be mine. There are two ways this can happen. First is simple. You surrender to the fact you are going to die and not resist. Or..." Wenwynig paused dramatically. "There's the hard way. You fight. You lose. Then you die. Prolongs your fate, prolongs your suffering. But I still kill you. So which option shall we take?"

Wenwynig morphed his second hand into a long blade that added another foot to the length of his left arm. The assassin, the monster, was ready to fight if this was what was going to happen. A stillness fell over the rest of the bar. Patrons watching the scene unfold.

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

Okuro said nothing during his little talk, a little bit of blood dripping down his cheek. He still kept his smug smile before making a "Whooosh" sound with his mouth, gesturing to his lightsaber. It was deactivated, but he had managed to press it against the being's stomach without him noticing. "I just killed you~" He said and stood up. "But, I've never been one to take the easy way out. Come at me however you want."

 

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[Wenwynig]

Snarling at the lightsaber. Its placement was not likely to kill Wenwynig, deadly as lightsabers were to his species, it still wasn't easy to kill one. This also meant his prey could use the Force, that was something that struck at a primal hatred with him. He had heard tales of when his ancestors were promised a connection in the Force, to gain this mystical powers that were granted to others but not themselves. It was not fulfilled, they served an inferior race and were given nothing but being hunted down by Jedi. Letting out a cackle, he stared the Jedi up and down. This one didn't seem to be well trained or typical of his kind. Wenwynig had met enough Jedi to know what one looked like.

"You carry a Jedi weapon. This makes things... fun." His obscenely long tongue flickered out and licked his mouth. "Where is your teacher? Always two there is, Jedi teacher and pupil." Pressing his sword arm against the boy's neck, Wenwynig slid away from the lightsaber. "From here, I kill you faster than you kill me."

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

"Somewhere six feet under. I've been taught all I need to know. You aren't the first assassin to try and murder me." He heard his comment about who killed who faster. "That remains to be seen~" He said and ignited both of his sabers, the blue and yellow blades sparking to life. "Now then, are you going to make your attempts, or are you going to just stand there and look pretty?~" He said and gave a playful wink


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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

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[Wenwynig]

There were going to be words with his contractor after Wenwynig finished this kill. Two lightsaber, no warning and no armour. Seems someone was stingy on the information. Not that it was going to be much of an issue. The cockiness that this boy was demonstrating taught the assassin all he knew. He leaped back, reaching out with his right arm, he shot dart-like projectiles from his body. They shot at the Jedi in a scattergun spread at his center of mass. Wenwynig could only do this once more, but he was sure it would surprise the boy. Few had faced a Symbosys in combat. Fewer still had survived to tell the tale.

After firing his projectiles, Wenwynig raced forward, sliding on his knees as his left sword-arm swung at the knees of the boy. He was swift and agile. Deceptively so for one of his height. It helped that he had no bones to restrict his movement. Launching a front kick at the boy's stomach in an attempt to wind him, Wenwynig cackled. "Your teacher has failed you. My kind is nothing you are ready for boy." Mocking the young Jedi.

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

Okuro was admittedly shocked at the sudden firing of projectiles, but sensing them was hardly an issue. He swung his sabers and cleanly cut through all of them, watching as the man ran towards him. The comment about his Master, however, made him snap almost instantly. Before the being could finish his dashing movements, he would feel a constricting grip on his neck from an invisible hand. Okuro's hand was outstretched and in a choking position, and it didn't take a genius to know what he was doing. His blue saber had been placed on his belt, the yellow one still in his hand. "Don't you DARE.." He flicked his wrist to the left and the assassin would be flung into the bar counter, covered in various alcoholic beverages and shards of broken glass in his body. The grip would be released and Okuro would slowly approach the broken counter, which now had a hole in it from flinging the man towards it. "...Talk about my Master like that."

 

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[Wenwynig]

He felt the Force grip him and throw him back into the bar. Shards of glass shattered everywhere. The bartender went from paying no attention to their fight to confronting them both verbally. Rising back to his feet, Wenwynig grabbed the bartender and decapitated him with a single slice of his blade-arm. Spinning around to the boy, he laughed at his feeble attempt at anger. Wenwynig had suffered worst when he was the boy's age. Torture was a custom amongst him people. What Wenwynig went through would cause even Sith Lords to look away in disgust. No, this boy would have to try harder if he wanted to cause Wenwynig to hesitate or rethink this attack.

Leaping over the bar, his two arms both blades as he swung low in a feint before striking at the Jedi's throat. "I speak how I please. No Jedi can take my freedom. You are mere mortals, my species were Gods!" His voice deep and proud. His ancestors were indeed Gods, their longevity and unusual body composition made them unique and difficult to kill back before blasters and energy swords. Back before the pathetic races found weapons to kill their Gods.

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

He growled. This bastard just doesn't learn, does he? He lifted him up with the Force again, this time not even using his hands. He only really needed to for choking and heavy pushing. Lifting something humanoid was a simple task. He held his lightsabers ready, not knowing if or when he'd use that dart attack again. He held one in case he needed to block them, the other prepared to cut the man down

 

[Wenwynig]

Prepared to be lifted up, Wenwynig jumped with the boy's Force Grip. Pushing off the ceiling in another attack, his blades slicing at the arms of the boy. His intention was to deliver cuts over his limbs till the boy could no longer hold his lightsabers. Slashing in rapid fashion, his arms moved in a blur. While his blades were focused on cutting the arms of his target, his leg kicked out and aimed for the kneecaps. Bored of this fight, Wenwynig was ready to cripple and end the Jedi. It didn't take long for the bloodlust to overrule the warrior within Wenwynig. He wanted death of this boy, to feast on his corpse.

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

Okuro winced as a few cuts got through, but nothing to be concerned about. He growled, not wanting to do what he was about to. He leapt up, shooting torrents of Force Lightning at him. It was imperfect, since Okuro, as a Jedi, didn't use it very often. Not only would the waves go for the assassin, they would also fill the bar completely, killing everyone else.

 

[Okuro_Ishimoto]

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[Wenwynig]

Wenwynig watched as the boy attempted to use the Force to cause lightning. Electricity could be felt in the air as the Symbosys slid under a table, avoiding the bolts of electricity that seemingly killed the others around them. Grabbing the table firmly, Wenwynig launched the table in the air at the Jedi boy. He cackled a laughter deep and raw as he stared coldly at the so called Jedi. "So you Jedi are murderous scum. Seems like you are no better than those you call evil and fight!"

Launching into the air, he fired more darts from his arm. His arms now large claws as he lashed out with at the boy. He snarled in dark lust as he glared at the Jedi. Ready to sink his claws into the chest of the Jedi boy.

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[Okuro_Ishimoto]

(Question, are his arms lightsaber resistant? Because I'm kinda debating whether I should see this as a duel, or just see it as an opportunity to cut his arms off)