Skirmish Mission to Malachor | EotL vs. Diarchy Skirmish on Malachor

[Maldor Mecetti]

Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Storage Facility
Tags: Her Diarch Reign ​

Reign reacted smoothly and without hesitation, showing clearly that this was not his first exchange of violence.

First, the man put enough distance between them so that Trigonus' blade passed harmlessly between them. Then, the man's stance shifted from defense to offense, unleashing a lateral strike with impressive force.

'Force' indeed, for Trigonus could feel the Force itself reinforcing the power of the swing.

The power behind the strike was impressive- something Trigonus could see despite not being struck by the blade- suggesting much about Reign's practice with force abilities.

Like his opponent, Trigonus elected not to perform a static block.

There was little sense entering a bind with someone when you were not sure of overpowering and outmaneuvering them. Instead, he stepped back and spun his blade to evade theirs, allowing the enemy weapon to swing wide and free.

Then he repositioned his own saber to perform a thrust. He did not lunge, but rather delivered a swift jab, taking care not to over-extend himself and create a vulnerability.

As he did so, he reached out with his free hand, extending the force to seize his foe and draw him into the blade.

In truth, he did not intend to end Reign- not yet. But he needed him close so that an understanding might pass between them.

 

[Iellax Pellis]

Objective: Eliminate Opposition
Location: Ashlan Temple Facility - Malachor
Outfit: Armor
Tags: Lissa | Diarch Rellik

Iellax had chosen Lissa even before the clone's unique shapely physique took form and truly enchanted the Nagai Obscurer. The message that Lissa would remain hidden, leaving Iellax as the only visible target for their opponent made Iellax purr of excitement. The revelation of the opponent's wound and insight to hypothesize that it would not be included on the illusions was brilliant.

<<Thanks for the tip Precious. You look for the right time to strike and stay hidden until then,>> Iellax communicated her pleasure in the moment would be entwined with the words as Lissa received them.

Turning her focus completely to the opponent, Iellax studied the legs of the images of the injured foe. Before she could make a decision on which one to attack next, the chaos seemed to dissipate and the true opponent announced himself. And made a challenge, taking on a high guard stance. His leg was already injured. It was probably a trap, but one too tempting for Iellax to ignore.

"You asked for it," Iellax responded with a cackle. She ignored all four of her shoto blades and rushed forward. As she neared the man she slid low, her left arm extended up to defend herself, her right extended behind her ready to strike at the injured leg. She made no sense of the Sith words, and did not notice the lightning. Until it was too late.

A bolt of red lightning lashed out at her right arm. Most of the energy was absorbed by her blades, but electricity shot up her arm as well. Pain was signified by a half yelp half moan from Iellax' lips. Following the pain was numbness that threatened her attack.

Using her entire upper body Iellax whipped her arm at the intended leg, little actual hope of connecting more in an effort to make sure she was able to continue her slide into some safety. <<Might need you to jump in at a less than opportune time Precious,>> Iellax communicated with obvious damage to her pride. That would likely only be temporary. Iellax turned the par quickly.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Verum Light Armor Mk. II
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - R
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - L
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
• Verum Masking Ring

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Vault
Tags: Maldor Mecetti Her

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His opponent was impressive, The Diarch had to give him that. This was obviously not his first duel with another force user. While Reign had not expected to end the duel so quickly, he had to concede that the fight may not be as easy as he first anticipated.

The stab would not have been a problem, as soft as it seemed to be, up until Reign felt himself being pulled forward, advancing towards the blade.

Opting to use his opponents use of the force against him, Reign allowed himself to be pulled, moving with it to close the gap before batting his opponents saber to the side. The Diarch sensed that this was not to be a killing blow, so he attempted to lock sabers with the other man.

Pulling each other in close so that he could look into Trigonus' eyes, The Diarch hoped to instill the error of "The Rule of Two" within the other man while they were close.

 

[Lissa]

Location: Library Complex, Ashlan Temple Facility - Malachor
Objective: Eliminate Opposition
Tag: Iellax Pellis Diarch Rellik

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Lissa studied each of the illusions in turn as she searched for the true opponent. However, it was only then that they faded, leaving a solitary, robed figure standing in the middle of the room. The Force pulsed with his power as he roared out a challenge, daring either of the two assassins to strike him.

A challenge that Iellax gleefully accepted.

Lissa remained in place, her patience a stark contrast to Iellax’s aggression. However, at that point Lissa registered a sudden shift in the currents of the Force—a portent of danger. She opened her mind to transmit the warning to the Nagai via the telepathic transponder, but it was far too late as a veritable storm of explosive crimson lighting filled the middle of the room, the harsh, burning smell of ozone filling the air. Immediately, the clone darted back so as to avoid being caught inside its galvanic wrath.

<<Might need you to jump in at a less than opportune time Precious,>> Iellax communicated with obvious damage to her pride. That would likely only be temporary. Iellax turned the par quickly.

Seeing the danger Iellax was in and hearing her pained cry, Lissa needed no cue to act.

I’m making my move. Watch for incoming!

Lissa immediately dropped out of stealth before grabbing hold of a nearby durasteel door with an outstretched arm. Telekinetic impulse saw it ripped free from the hinges. Then, a forceful gesture and a shrieking grunt of exertion sent the makeshift projectile racing towards the Diarch on a trajectory to strike the back of his skull, with enough speed to potentially crack open his head or decapitate him outright, should the attack result in a clean, direct hit.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Verum Light Armor Mk. II
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - R
    • Verum Gauntlet Lightsaber - L
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Replacement for B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
• Verum Masking Ring
• Spirit Anchor - Earrings

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Outside the Ashlan Temple Facility, Temperate Rainforest Region, Western Continent - Malachor
Objective: Secure the Artifacts
Tag: Lyssara Thrynn

The sudden escalation of the engagement was dizzying. And yet, Evelina knew that she was just as much responsible for it as Lyssara was. In that, the witch drew forth a blue ball of fire within her grasp, causing the Butterfly’s brows to shoot up her forehead as she processed the threat. One fireball, and then another, came flying towards her in quick succession. However, Evelina was already in motion by the time the first one was released. She launched herself from the ground and threw herself into a high-flying cartwheel that carried her five meters to her right, causing the first fireball to miss entirely. However, the second one came in low, before detonating against the ground close to her feet, setting the grass alight.

Flames licked at her feet as Evelina somersaulted back after landing from her initial jump. It was only her bodysuit’s heat resistance that saved her from sustaining a burn injury. However, she could still feel the heat on her skin, the flames causing the ambient temperature to rise as she made ready for a counterattack.

Calling her chakrams back from the initial throws, the Butterfly directed the weapons to loop around before flying towards her opponent, in an attempt to strike her from behind. If she was lucky, the Void Stone integrated into the weapons would conceal them from Force senses, potentially rendering it nigh-impossible for the witch to detect the danger until it was too late.

At the same time, Evelina landed from her backflip, sinking her hips low to the ground in the process. So long as she remained clear of the fire, the Butterfly sensed that she might be able to incapacitate the witch in spite of her deadly use of the Force.

Much like the Echani Jedi she had engaged before on the Citadel of Rur, Evelina hoped that a single clean blow would turn the bout in her favor.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Of course she dodges my fireballs, it was so predictable; we were at a good distance which gave her plenty of opportunity to do so. I then sigh and shake my head with a weary look. I feel like I've forgotten something important.

As I'm about to charge a new spell to attack her in the palm of my hand, I'm caught off guard by one of that girl's chakrams striking me hard in the back with considerable force. This destabilizes me and literally propels me forward. It's safe to say I was saved by the sword I had previously stored on my back, offering protection. Had I not done that at the beginning of the fight, I would have been split in two by it. I think I owe my life to my sword.

Another problem I need to address quickly now that I've been propelled forward by the impact of the blow, I find myself considerably closer to my opponent, something I absolutely do not want in order to have time to cast my spells.

"Shit."

So here I am, right in front of Evelina. I'm lying on the ground in a precarious position. I extend my hand towards her with a charged fireball, but I don't shoot yet, as if to threaten to fire at point-blank range depending on what she decides to do. I have a serious look on my face I'm not joking.

I look at her upside down from my position and hers, but it won't stop me from hitting her. I glare at her with a look of anger and indignation. Those damn chakrams... They remind me of something, I had read it in a book some weapons have the particularity of being undetectable in the Force. Like the Yuuzhan Vong's weapons and their famous amphistaff. If that's the case, then it's going to be a real pain. I must make sure to constantly keep my eyes on them, which forces me to watch three points at all times.

"Well done, you've managed to knock me down but I'm ready to set you on fire right here. What are you going to do now?"

In reality, it would be very easy for her to neutralize my spell, but sometimes a bluff might just work. Will she play fair and let me get up, or will she take advantage of my predicament to finish me off while I'm down? I'm aiming at her, too. It'll be a race to see who acts fastest

B/U-800 "Evelina"

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

Location: Malachor | Hidden Ashlan Vault
Tags: Her | Diarch Reign

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Entering a bind with another saber user was a fool's choice. It was a thing that should be avoided at all costs.

Or so conventional fencing wisdom held.

There were many ways to be murdered from within a bind, and few ways to safely defend yourself. From a bind, there were dozens of ways to rotate along the axis of the blades to strike at a foe. Mutual mayhem was innumerable. Injury was a high probability event. You could be struck by saber blade or by other mundane blows. Hell, a foe could even bind to your weapon just long enough to draw a blaster and blow your guts out.

Distance. Control. Choosing your moment. These were the techniques of a wise fencer.

Neither Trigonus nor his foe were behaving as wise fencers, at the moment. Each for their own reason wanted to close distance, get near, and come face to face with their opponent.

Trigonus' thrust was pushed aside, the blades clashed and sparked together. Their two faces were illuminated by the fiery hues of their weapons.

The Sith Lord was much more adept at physical force techniques than he was at the more esoteric mental disciplines. But across such a short distance, it was no great challenge to transmit his thoughts to his foe by sheer feeling.

Together, he thought, we could take her. Then I can return to the Empire and cleanse it of her machinations.

The thought came along with a flurry of choreography revealed in flashes of mental imagery. Slashes, blocks, thrusts, parries, leaps, sidesteps, culminating in them each taking the perfect position to strike Her down.

Whether Trigonus could actually trust Reign was another matter.

Trust was perhaps the only thing in the Galaxy that was deadlier than a beam of plasma.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

An attacker leapt forward to his bait. Coming in for a low attack the two combatants swung at each other but the small assassin raised her arm to defend herself as Rellik slashed down with his blade. Her other arm was poised for an attack as the lighting from the trap hit her.

Her cry of pain was more sultry than the Diarch expected. Making him realize the killer reveled in pain. Still she moved upon her arms trajectory even through the assault of lighting. Rellik lifted his leg in a side step/hop as her whole body moved through the attack, carrying her momentum to slide into safety out of his reach.

His leg was too damaged to follow her, even if he wanted to his senses were screaming in pain, warning him of an incoming attack. As he turned around he saw a large piece of metal coming to decapitate him. Using his defensive technique he leaned backwards as far as he could go. His nose slightly rubbing against the metal as it scorched across the edge of his face.

He followed the trajectory of the attack hoping to see his assailant but he could not lay eyes on her.

One of the two was an aggressive assaulter who reveled in battle, the other more of a shadow. He needed to settle down and listen to the force. He had moved quickly from an attempt of illusion to a trap. Now that the daze of a sudden assault had left he would face his opponents directly. He expected an attack but not such a coordinated ambush.

If they both attacked at the same time they might be able to abuse his lack of mobility but he was a master of Soresu and would use that to his advantage. He wanted to get them into the open so he could use Dun Möch and try to get them out of their comfort zones. He had been studying them and was going to try to turn the tide.

Tags: Lissa Iellax Pellis