Lost in Space

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn watched in mild amusement as Jegy spoke to Val, trying to dissuade him. Whatever happened there mattered little to him, what mattered was what Jegy would do. He barked out a laugh to what Jegy said, it would be wise if the sullustan let Adenn to his own for his weapons. Besides, it hardly mattered. The blade had been in Mortuis possession for countless generations, as long as there had been Jedi, Sith, and Mandalorians, they'd had the blade. Grinning then, Adenn had attacked.

The attack was successful in Adenns eyes, he'd knocked Jegy off his feet. However, he wasn't able to end the battle as quickly as he'd hoped to. Adenns lightsaber was blocked by the stick and skidded down it. Though he managed to take off the index finger and perhaps the thumb. Adenns attack ended up destroying the stick, something that Adenn was pleased with. His attack left him open to counter attack though, and the 3 shots came at Adenn full force. The shot aimed towards his gauntlet hit, but not quite what Jegy no doubt expected. With his lightsaber in his right hand and the blaster in his left, Adenn would only be partially disarmed.

OOC: I said the lightsaber was in the right hand and the blaster in the left, however, you said that you were aiming for the blaster, so I'll write that instead.

When the blaster shot hit Adenns gauntlet, the course of his lightsaber was knocked wide, leaving him vulnerable. However, Adenn hardly cared about that, instead drawing his pistol close to squeeze off another shot towards Jegys midsection. Meanwhile, the lightsaber had been struck, however it was fine, thanks to the addition of beskar to the hilt. That said, it was still damaged, and thus temporarily deactivated the blade. As for the second attack, that also hit Adenn, but caused less damage. While it may have been aimed for the weak point, it ended up hitting armor because Adenn slightly turned after the lightsaber was deactivated. It was a turn to protect himself more, and it worked. Finally the last shot, Adenn had fought many people before, and his clan many more people. They knew their own weaknesses and had planned for them, one was the jetpack. Many jetpacks had the fuel lines on the outside for various reasons, not so with Clan Mortui jetpacks, their fuel lines were inside the pack. The line on the outside was a fake one, filled with extra fuel to make any attack there look real. While it was leaking real fuel, thus if a well enough shot happened, it could explode.

All 3 attacks struck, but Adenn wasn't as nearly affected as it would be made out to seem. His jetpack was fine, even if outwardly it looked like it was leaking some fuel from the line. His armor held up well enough, as was to be expected of beskar armor, even one as used as Adenns. After his attacks, Jegy had jumped backwards, and Adenn let him back away. He laughed then as he stood straight, observing Jegy and the wounds that the sullustan had taken. Even as he straightened, Adenn grimaced behind his helmet. While the new wounds weren't all that bad, they still aggravated previous wounds he'd taken, though Adenn hid it well..

When Jegy next spoke, the voice was hard to understand, and hardly sounded humanoid to Adenn. Standing there, lightsaber in his right hand, deactivated and slightly damaged, blaster in his left, Adenn listened. So, Jegy picked to be injured willingly, rather foolish in Adenns opinion. Not that it mattered, at least not to Adenn. Twirling the lightsaber in his hand, Adenn slowly began chuckling as he walked towards Jegy.
"Oh my dear sullustan, I know more about countless than you ever will." Chuckling darkly, Adenn continued with a voice of ice. "You say you willingly picked that path, to willingly be injured. Foolish, as you didn't accomplish all that much. Oh look, my jetpack doesn't work... Mandalorians don't need technology to kill Force users, something we've proven before."

Smirking behind his helmet, Adenn observed the form that Jegy took as he marched towards him. So, the sullustan was using a form that few people would know, a good try, but Adenn had a counter up his sleeve. His own form, or rather, that of Clan Mortui. Attack an unknown form with another, the irony no doubt pleased someone out there. Laughing loudly then, Adenn let loose another burst of 4 shots towards Jegys feet. The shots weren't meant to truly harm him, more to either hurt him a bit more, or even better, get Jegy to dance a bit. Firing another 4 shots, Adenn suddenly was in motion once more.

Charging forth once more, Adenn smirked behind his helmet, a sinister smile on his face. One side of his lightsaber was disabled, the other was still functional, and Jegy didn't know about that side. Shifting his aim up, Adenn opened fire on Jegys legs twice before swinging his right arm into a sucker punch, intending to hit Jegy full force in the neck or chin area. The lightsaber was still in his hand, but it was up with the side that wouldn't work, but also the side that had the cross guards in it. In the last second, Adenn activated those cross guards, except only one activated, the other was also disabled. No matter for Adenn, he still kept swinging with that now activated, and hopefully close to or in Jegys neck/chin area.

[member="Val Fazar"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Jegy Sesara"]

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The man before him was a fool. Laughing like one of those crazed in the Force but worse, he can only watch as he did not do as much damage but it still did enough. Not being able to see a face would do that though the worst was to come. Hearing about countless, he merely shook his head and just said nothing as he kept himself focused as he eyed the lightsaber belt very briefly as his mind focused carefully, the back of the belt shaking as he was never good at these kind of moments though it finally happened...Adenn, this crazed Mandalorian made him do the impossible...he danced. He actually was more of sidestepping very badly off balanced but he kept it up for a brief period of time, his own body almost giving out as a voice went into his head, a voice he kept way down.

Let Me Out...You Need Me.​

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Jegy had to ignore that voice, it caused so many problems, including the recent incident due to his rage. He could not afford to go into that state again, it causes more damage than good. His own body was still of slight char, smoking still from the previous incident as he had to keep the Force in focus, regulating very little to what was around him though at last, he saw the male charge forward once again, in motion so quickly. Jegy fired blindly towards him with two blaster bolts at Adenn, most likely missing with the Scout Blaster yet the third shot is where it would count, the final shot. He knew the legs were a possible target, he knew what Adenn was most likely thinking after the first attack, a move that was very similar to trick him once again as he became incredibly paranoid as he jumped up rather high, using a bit of the Force again but not to much to leap frog over him. Dodging the two blaster bolts, he noticed the right hand coming towards him as he went to fire the Scout Blaster right at his own knuckled fist which did not work as planned at all. When he opened fire, the crossguard activated to which where the blaster bolt went would been anyones guess but the result of the Scout Blaster was less founded for it was cut in half quickly. Jegy landing beside around two feet away would glance rather quickly at his now destroyed heirloom.

Jegys face went from combat, to confusion, to pure unabridged anger as he tossed the Scout Pistol hard as he could with his left mechanical arm, aiding with his mind on the Force as he lost his connection to the Lightsaber due to this, threw it hard and fast as he could right at the Mandalorians helmet. It would be the equivalent of a rock being spun under a tire then launched at your speeders window. It may crack but it won't break anything, would annoy the person behind the wheel and probably give a bit of choice cuss words before proceeding to scream. Jegy at that point, even when feeling a massive amount of pain bog him down, would take the moment if given to smash the side of the lightsaber hilt to the side when possibly stunned and then with the metal spike on the end, swing right into the males left side hard as he could which was not much considering he was holding it with three fingers. Upon connecting if it happened, the spike would get stuck as he pulled back to reveal...the Gaffi Stick was now just a metal stick as the spike itself broke off. This possibly happened due to how badly it was damaged beforehand as now Jegy would only wield this metal stick that was formerly of a lightsaber specialized weapon.

In the nicest terms, this was not a good spot though Jegy being this pissed off over having lost now something he had a long connection to probably did not help matters as he would do a Force Pull from behind with his metallic arm, more of symbolism than anything, as he would pull the entire weapon belt and...possibly the kid and the Sith Lord, all at once through how hard he pulled. Now, he was never good at this as he had no idea where the belt would end up as he only wanted it closer to where he be relative wise. For all he knew, the kid and Sith Lord character could possibly fly straight into the nearby shuttle on accident due to just how unrestrained Jegy was right now as his body began to smoke again due to this and a huge amount of pain struck through him as he was a bit vulnerable for a brief period of time as he pulled back the Gaffi Stick or Metal Stick at this moment.


[member="Adenn Kyramud"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Val Fazar"]

 

[Darth Necrin]

The kid looked terrified. Good. That meant the jedi hadn't managed to completly brainwash all emotions out of him yet. Fear was one of the strongest emotions. One that could lead anyone to the dark side, if it was strong enough. Fear, anger, hate, all good emotions that could easily corrupt.

"Despite what you might think, youngling, I don't enjoy harming children." Necrin said this much calmer than anything else he had said to the jedi. "But I Guess the jedi have made you believe every sith to be terrible monsters who only find satisfaction on hurting others. Not true. Few of my allies liked murdering children. Even jedi children. There are only the most rabbid and broken among us who find joy in that. But I will hurt you, if I have to."

He was only a few feet from Val now. The red of Necrin's lightsaber shone against Val's skin, giving it a weird hue. "I feel potential in you, youngling. You could make it good as a sith, if only you let og. I can feel the force in you. It is still tainted With emotions. I can feel that you hate the sith." Now, Necrin was only trying to manipulate him, bluff him to make him give in. Make him forsake the jedi. "I bet you have been told the Things sith have done to the Galaxy. You are curious to see if that is true. Or do you only feel anger towards us?"

"Now, you gotta choose. Strike me Down, or die yourself. If you choose to not fight, well, I can't-" He was broken of mid-sentance, by the force-pull of Jegy. At first, he was overwhelmed, and didn't know what it was. It was trying to throw him, pull him, to anywhere. And at first, it was succiding. But once he understood what was happening, Necrin set up a small barrier around himself, barely blocking the force-pull's Power. The Power coming from it was strong, and he wasn't sure if the barrier would hold for very long. But at least it sustained him for now. IT seemed he was a bit more out of training than he thought.

[member="Jegy Sesara"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Val Fazar"]

 

[Val Fazar]

Val's shaking arms and legs steadied, his wide black eyes turning into a glare. Was this Sith REALLY trying to turn him by using the "Not all of us" excuse? The fact of the matter was, Sith WERE mostly okay with the murder of children, even if this particular one wasn't. Letting out a battle cry, Val raised his green blade to strike....before being pulled and sent flying through the air. He pressed a few buttons on the pad on his wrist, a grapple firing out and sticking to the ground, letting him gently fall and land on his feet.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn laughed again as Jegy danced, even if it wasn't proper dancing, it was still amusing. The Mortui warriors lining the walls also were chuckling, it had been awhile since they'd seen something like that. Then he was charging towards Jegy, intent on murdering the sullustan. Jegy opened fire on Aden, but the first shot went wide while the second barely fazed Adenn when it hit his chestplate. However, Adenns own shots missed, angering him slightly that Jegy could dodge so easily. He had spun around to punch him, but the last blaster shot was sent by Jegy.

Thankfully Adenn cut the blaster pistol in half, but the last shot had been deflected directly into Adenns helmeted head. That stunned him, however slightly, and it was enough to distract Adenn from the blaster pistol that was flung towards his head. The pistol hit him, tilting his head backwards with the strength of the throw. Adenn even felt some light pain as his helmet was pushed against his head, but he quickly shook himself out of it. Focusing back on Jegy, Adenn watched as his lightsaber hilt was batted to the side. That didn't matter though, Adenn spun with the hit, aiming to get some distance between himself and Jegy.

The hit from the Gaffi stick came towards Adenn, but he had enough presence of mind to bring up his arm to block the hit. The blade was stuck in Adenns armor, something that was very inconvenient for Adenn. Growling to himself, Adenn reached out with his other hand and yanked the blade out. A spurt of blood came as well, but Adenn pretended not to notice. Even as blood came out of the wood, slowly slicking his left arm with blood. Flipping the blade once, Adenn gazed at Jegy before flinging it full force at Jegys torso.

Then Adenn charged once more, he was angry and was going to make Jegy pay for the damage he had caused to Adenns beloved armor. Raising up his wrist, Adenn fired off a rocket towards Jegy as he neared him. The blast would hopefully knock him back while Adenn neared closer and closer. When he was close enough, Adenn spun around himself before activating his lightsabers other blade. He swung it towards Jegy's shoulders, even as he let out a battle cry.

[member="Val Fazar"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Jegy Sesara"]

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Jegy felt the two of them becoming distanced, having been pushed off yet he had a very small proud moment, having now officially clunked a Mandalorians helmet with basically a piece of metal. As the hit upon the Gaffis pointed end broke off not on the side, but the arm, it made a rather visual look on where it struck. Being a medical professional, he watched as he pulled it out as he winced just lightly as he knew how bad that could have went, a major vein being punctured would keep spurting till it is covered yet it almost resembled it and that was a very dangerous sign. Still pulling hard as he could with the Force behind him for his lightsaber belt, he was still distracted by all the pain, the blood and his own curiosity by seeing the Nautolan child being closer to him in the air, not knowing of course it was his fault, that the pointed end nearly hit him, swatting it down with his metal stick as it clanged to the side though he made a rather fatal error, that being the wrist rocket coming straight towards him.

The Mandalorian was charging, at full force but the wrist rocket was closer as he had no time to deflect it properly, going on instinct as he used the Force at a very weak margin to push down the missile as it exploded four feet away from him, sending Jegy back from the explosive force of the rocket. As he flew back, he felt a piece of shrapnel strike into his own chest, almost directly in the middle of the rib cage but favoring the right as he rolled back as the weapons belt skidded nearly past him, grabbing it barely with his left hand as his arm whined dangerously from strain and all the damage it previously had. Adenn would spun around himself which was a tad strange yet at that moment, he lifted the metal stick up as he tried to just deflect, moving just a bit forward as the metal stick was cut in half and now useless, dropping it fast as the lightsaber was arcing towards the left side of his body.

Jegy dropped the weapons belt as he started to do a slide towards the Mandalorians right side as this hurt extremely bad, almost blacking out but having done what was required yet with a dire consequence. The weapons belt was struck upon the Mandalorians lightsaber, cutting straight down from his hand as he undid with his two fingers on the left hand, an extremely old lightsaber as it had silver lining and having a golden look around it. Jegy moving his body to where his right hand could catch it quickly. The Mandalorians lightsaber would come completely down as a shower of sparks would erupt from Jegys left shoulder, the entire arm being destroyed in a single moment as it was completely cut off, showing wires and gunk from centuries old along with the old connectors as any closer, it would require an entire new cybernetic surgery and assembly to reuse an arms nerves. Having the left arm falling down around him, Jegy would grasp onto the ancient lightsaber as he felt for a brief moment, power coming through his body once again as he kept sliding to the right as he activated the lightsaber as it shown a bright emerald green as the middle was almost completely white. Hearing the Mandalorians Battle Cry, he decided to give his own in Tusken, Jegys face contorted into part rage and part pain as he swung his lightsaber with all his might which was three fingers, the right ankle of the Mandalorian before him. The slash would resemble more of a regular hit, not even a power hit due to how weak he was in pain and with an improper grip due to three fingers.

Jegy would finish sliding behind him as he made another slash as he leaped forward, twisting back to face his oppodent yet at that time, would attempt to slide, not even attempt to slash, the lightsabers green hue against the back of the Mandalorians armor to either immobilize or to wound him as it was not near the spine but more towards the left center of the back and up to the left shoulder but it was an incredibly weak hit, worst being a glance or melting part of the armor. Jegy would land soon after that around twelve feet away as he actually collapsed onto his left leg and was kneeling, his own body smoking again due to how much of the Force he kept requiring as he felt his breathing feel pained. The shrapnel hit barely the lung and he could feel some of the blood as he coughed some of it out of his body, carefully standing back up yet nearly blacking out again doing so as he noticed finally, his left arm being gone. It was now a stub again, connected so close to his neck that it must have been a bad strike that destroyed the organic arm in the first place which brought a bit of slight shock to himself which snapped him out of his rage.

That was not all, the weapons belt that was hit earlier had the long pike handled lightsaber being cut right at the activator as it sputtered on the ground, now useless for anyone else. Jegys own clothing top clothing had been destroyed mostly from the wrist rocket, covering it with more holes and from the cuts he had earlier, most of it had slid off his body which with the activated lightsaber when he slid, the rest was cut off on the right arm when attempting his flip. What he had left tucked into his pants was all that was left, almost looking like rags as his body was on display which was almost a sight in itself. His entire torso, nearly ever inch was covered in scars that ranged from blaster shots, lightsaber burns, stab wounds, even surgical scars as even his own left nipple was gone, the right one was all that remained. The tattoo on his right arm was now fully exposed as it was different from the rest of his body, actually glowing a faint purple hue for those who see it. To anyone that had studied even a bit of the olden times of the Galactic Empire and was knowledgeable about the Prophets, Jegys tattoo would signify he was in the Fourth Circle of the Prophets of the Dark Side, an extremely old organization. These days, the actual society no longer exists though anyone who even had an idea of the tattoo meant a lot to those of the Dark Side and how he obtained it. More so, even if none of that is known, the Imperial Insignia on his own arm would be a good indicator something was amiss.

It would take Jegy nearly six seconds to fully stand up after having botched the landing, breathing heavily and spitting out blood which took four more seconds. Jegy did not want to admit it but he was going to soon bleed out internally versus dying an actual death from this warrior before him. More so, he was not fully prepared for this man any more and did a last ditch effort against him with his own body failing him nearly completely, on the edge of blacking out from not only pain but also soon blood loss. Looking over at the Nautolan child, he kept wondering why he had not run away, this fight kept the most dangerous person on board occupied and yet, he never ran so he did a small message through the Force, putting it into the childs mind as it pained him even more, leaving another vulnerable spot open yet it spoke one message for afterwards, he was getting out of here with or without him.

"What the Hell are you Waiting For Child?! Run! Run Damn It!"​

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[member="Adenn Kyramud"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Val Fazar"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn was partially surprised by the wrist rocket being pushed down sooner. Subsequently Adenn took some of the blast himself, by no means a lot, but enough to ad new scorch marks to his armor, along with scratches from shrapnel. He ignored those though and followed through with his attack. The weapons belt a tack was a surprise, but Adenn didn't show it, however his own attack worked well enough, leaving Jegy with one arm. Smiling to himself, Adenn mentally patted his own shoulder even as he spun along with Jegy to face him.

The swing towards his right angle ended up hitting his left, as Adenn had spun to face Jegy. Thankfully he had beskar clad combat boots on, subsequently protecting his angle. The hit however knocked him off balance slightly, as he had still been spilling slightly. Being off balance, however slightly, prevented Adenn from properly blocking the next attack. What would have hit his left backside, now hit his front right side. The blade skidded along the beskar, leaving it's mark alongside countless others.

Shrugging the blow off, Adenn a lowed Jegy to get back to his feet. In that time he observed his opponent, taking note of the tattoos and wounds, most striking of which was his arm. Idly he wondered why the sullustan had an imperial tattoo on his body, and what the story behind his arm was. Shaking his head, Adenn let Jegy prepare himself once more before speaking.
"You've fought well, but I can see that you probably won't survive for much longer. Why do you keep going, what drives you currently?"

Adenn held his blaster in one hand and lightsaber in the other, he didn't make a move to attack, instead only observing Jegy while waiting for an answer. However, his blaster was ready to snap up and shoot the sullustan.

[member="Jegy Sesara"] [member="Darth Necrin"] [member="Val Fazar"]

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Jegys eyes were almost glassing over, he could feel the ice chill once again of his body. He barely held the lightsaber up for defense as he noticed the Mandalorian before him was not advancing. He was unsure what was happening yet his own body was about to give up, fall over. However he did notice a starfighter close to him, just behind him that was prepared...if only however he could reach yet he focused on the Force to keep him alive, just a bit longer as the kid was missing from his view and at this point, he could do nothing more. Hearing the question laid before him and it honestly made him think, much as he did not want to, what kept him going? He saw this as a way out though it was going to be very painful as he focused what he could and divert, his body rejecting it but knowing what had to be done.

"Probably not...then again, it does not mean much considering what...I been through." He slowly tried to point his lightsaber a bit up yet it felt heavy in his hand, it becoming almost slow as he had to use so much of the Force to just keep the pain down. "As for fighting...you should have fought me when I was still moving well...perhaps then you would had a better challenge." He then felt something fill in his mouth as he quickly spit out a large glob of blood onto the floor between them. "I am just a stubborn man with a lot of sins. That hard to understand?" Jegy felt more blood well up as he coughed a bit of it out, feeling the metal in his lungs piercing more as kneeled down for a few moments. "I cannot forgive myself for what I done...I keep walking the galaxy for so long and wait for death...a proper...warriors death to be forgiven." Jegy felt his body recover at that moment as he got up as the lightsaber was almost dangling from his hand as his face was going pale white.

"How many more years do I need to wait...is it now? Or is it another eight centuries worth?"

As if almost on cue, the starfighter in the background roared to life as the engines were on maximum as it caused a bit of havoc as Jegy leaped, abit rather more of a Force Lunge into the nearby cockpit as it opened up then slammed back shut as he bounced literally off the raised cockpit as his lightsaber slid out of his hand as he thrust forward on the control stick as the landing skids grinded against the metal of the hanger bay before clipping and when exiting, pointing downward onto the ship as if to hug against the hull which Jegy then did the last desperate attempt...he just pulled the lever for hyperspace. It would activate suddenly, almost burning up due to no warm up as it shot out towards space without any support, without any navigation...without any direction. Jegy would lay on the seat upslide down as he passed out, his body starting to heal on his own through the Force as he was critically injured but would survive...but it would require a lot more than healing through the Force by the end of it.

No doubt the starfighter would take blaster fire damage, he could imagine it though at the same time, as things were going away, those attuned to the Force could possibly see a lone blue figure, near the hanger bay exit for starfighters looking down. The person had a long one piece robe, a helmet covering the entire head portion and gloves. Not one indication of species, sex, or anything of the person as it only looked down before slowly fading from sight.







[member="Adenn Kyramud"]
[member="Darth Necrin"]
[member="Val Fazar"]

 

[Val Fazar]

Val watched Jegy get in a Starfighter and escape, letting out a soft sigh of relief. At least the man he'd tried so hard to protect would survive...barely. This would certainly be a story to tell back home...if he ever made it back. There were starfighters in the hangar, but with Jegy's escape there was no doubt the hangar would be locked before he could get to one. There was also the issue of the Sith Lord and the Mandalorian, both opponents Val didn't stand a snowball's chance in Mustafar of beating all on his own. He held his lightsaber defensively, looking at the two men and exhaling deeply. If he was going to die, he was going to die on his feet.