Private No Choice

[Illian Dragos]

Patience had its reward for those that seek it.

For Illian, the time was close. Every moment of the day, the Epicanthix woke up: he then remembered every image that he had seen, every encounter until the moment he discovered his entire family had been murdered. All for a deal gone wrong. From that moment own, he had waited and bided his time. Illiad had discovered his killer was a criminal that was also wanted by the Confederacy. He also knew that there was a bounty own him; one that kept updating each last citing. All he had to do was bide his time and wait, a serpent waiting for his prey to show itself.

Until now.

The last known citing of Allan was at Christophsis. During that time, Illian had worked odd jobs. The credits were enough to purchase two phrik vibro blade knives and a one way ticket to the urban planet. He had never thought of leaving Nar Shaddaa. Yet, as it often the case, revenge makes people do crazy things. And for him, leaving Nar Shaddaa was the biggest surprise of his life. He had never been on a ship, and rarely saw one.

As the travel cruise jumped to hyperspace, his stomach felt nauseas. Beginning to have a headache, it was only his intense anger and motivation that kept him from falling into sickness. He kept his breathing steady, and when he arrived, he prepared himself for a fight.

Arriving on the landing bay, surprisingly, he was not enthralled with the urban design. He had leaved in urban environments his entire life, and he knew how to navigate them. And he knew how to get information. A month of tracking was sufficient to get the specific sector, and possible districts where his arch-nemesis, Allan was living.

His parents' killer never expected him to survive. On the run from the Confederacy, it was a matter of time until either he, or the galactic empire would get him. The game was on, and he was not going to lose it.

Lavria Xedrim

 

[Lavria Xedrim]

TAG: Illian Dragos

Karking finally!

A solo mission! Lavria had been beginning to think that she had to go joined at the hip with every dang Knight Obsidian in the Confederacy at some point. If she hadn't gotten some peace and quiet soon, she may have thrown an intentional black burning air ball at Gerwald Lechner this time.

Not that she really would have, though. But one can dream.

Lars, her astromech, was given all the intel she needed for this mission. The droid had been with her ever since she was given one when she still belonged to the Sith Empire and has never let her down yet. So, as Lars set them on their course to Christophsis, Lavria reviewed the information given to her about the target.

What a bastard.

This Allan was a busy little brat. Not only theft of classified weapon blueprints, but murder sprees of civilians all across the galaxy as well. She had little humanity to hand out to people, but scum like this really could not be allowed to walk around freely.

Touching down on the crystalline planet, the young Zabrak jumped out of the fighter.
"Patch me through the last coordinates you have, buddy. And keep scanning for the sleemo." she told Lars, who bleeped a confirmation at her. "Stay here unless I call. I don't want you to get blown up by this guy." she added before taking off into the city.

The idiot didn't even try to hide, even though he was in CIS space while hunted by the CIS.

She found him easily enough as he was being very vocal at a sabacc table at a casino she really didn't care to remember the name of. As the Apprentice to the Vicelord of the Confederacy, she was well enough known on the more prominent planets. So when she walked up to his back as he was in a hot debate with his fellow players, the table fell quiet.

It took Allen a minute to realise that there was someone behind him. When he finally turned around, Lavria gave a sinister smile.
"Allen, am I right?" she asked, her eyes burning a bright yellow as she drew on the Dark Side.
"Who's asking?" he asked with a drunken slur.
In response, she ignited on of her lightsabers.
"The Knights Obsidian has issued a warrant for your arrest. I don't care if I have to dump your corpse in cell. That's all up to you." she sneered.
These formalities waste A LOT of time. But the new Lord Commander would probably not be happy if she just skewered this sleemo with a lightsaber just off the bat.

Just then, while Allen took a moment to comprehend what she had just said, Lavria felt the presence of the Force. It was neither Light, nor Dark, but she felt it nonetheless. Her golden eyes scanned the room until they fell on a big, dark-skinned man who also seemed to be taking an interest in this table.

"Time to go. You can decide on the way back to Naboo if you want to stay alive or not." she said, grabbing Allen by his collar and dragging him out of his seat, her eyes still on the tall guy.

 

[Illian Dragos]

Pursuit of goals taught men many things.

For dead men walking, it taught them how to hide.

And for their killers, it taught them to focus and control their anger.

Every minute he had spent searching, he had been tempted to have an emotional outburst. It was as if his body demanded he became the very incarnation of anger. Yet, anger, when controlled, was even more powerful; for Illian, as he kept crossing out each district that passed, the would-be killer, he knew the moment was close. The day of reckoning would soon come. And justice would be given to his family.

That was at least how he envisioned it.

And then there he was. He had hoped to confront him and strike, but it appeared the man was with allies. It would be foolish to attack him with a vibro-blade. Lamenting his lack of knowledge on using proper weaponry, he had gotten all the holo vids he could on how to use a knife. A man motivated by revenge was not a suicidal man. He knew fate would give him the moment for his revenge to be sealed. At least, that was what he envisioned.

Even when Lavria Xedrim came along, he saw all the men leaving when she announced that she was a member of the Confederacy. He wasn't afraid, nor was he afraid of death. Illian didn't need to be, because he wouldn't be the dead man tonight.

And that was when he stood up.

Fear grabbed everyone in the room as they scurried out of the establishment. Illian positioned himself to be leaving, running in the same direction as them. Fortunately for him, there were men of of equal stature, perhaps even much taller than he needed to be. Diversity was his strength today, because it allowed him to get lost among the crowds.

As she picked up Allen, and people left, the Epicanthix got out his blades. He knew about lightsabers, everyone did. And he knew his phrik knife blades were resistant to them. But he also knew to make sure that he positioned himself behind an immense amount of light, courtesy of what an entertainment established should have. Each step he took, whatever emotions that he had suppressed came out. It was time to die, and for justice to be served.

 

[Lavria Xedrim]

TAG: Illian Dragos

Karking fools.

Everyone was running around like headless tip-yips. The big man had disappeared into the crowd somewhere, but she could still sense him - he was still in the building, that much she knew. She also did not feel like dragging this sleemo all across the galaxy while looking over her shoulder for this man that was obviously a hunter.

So she pushed Allen to the ground. whipping out cuffs as she did so.

Before the fool could protest, she had slapped a pair over his hands and was busy connecting another pair to his feet.
"Stay here, would you?" she told him with a smirk before walking into the empty floor space, igniting her lightsabers as she did so.
"Face me, coward! I know you're here!" she called out to wherever the big man was hiding.

She had no idea how trained this person was. All she knew was that he had a Force signature that shone like a beacon in the now empty casino. She grew in power daily. Between Darth Metus and Gerwald Lechner , she had been honed even sharper than she ever was in the Sith Empire.

She dropped into a battle stance and waited. Whoever this man was, if he wanted to get to a Confederate prisoner, he'd have to get past her. She had finally gained her footing in the Confederacy as an Apprentice to the Vicelord. She was not about to screw that up just because some random hunter had gotten a whiff of the murdering thief that now lay bound behind her.

 

[Illian Dragos]

He had got her mad, that at least he knew.

Despite being in the crowd, it brought with him some disadvantages. There were a few instances he could not get a clear view of his prey, and Lavria was to close for him to be able to throw his knife. The fact that she had called him out and not been able to pinpoint his specific location was something he noted. Perhaps he overestimated her sensory skills, or perhaps she knew that it wasn't the right moment to use them. He'd need to gather more data before gaining a conclusion.

It was unfortunate, but it appeared a direct confrontation was the only way he would be able to get what he wanted. He considered how truly disadvantaged he was. Cursing himself, if he made it out alive, Illian made a firm resolution to begin training other weapons. But such thoughts were for another time. He needed to be completely focused, or he would lose the confrontation.

As the remaining people in the crowd ran away, Illian stood there. Now he'd face Lavria Xedrim, the Apprentice that protected his sworn enemy.

"I'm here now." he stated, a neutral tone coming from his lips.

Illian then looked at Allen, their eyes meeting. When they had looked at each other, for Illian, time had stopped. The memories of encountering his dead family returned. It was as if in this few moments, he relived those days. Every moment of sadness, crying in bed the instances of depression, and his resolutions to seek revenge returned toward him as if they sought to devour him. He struggled to recollect himself, his body alert of any moments from Lavria who might seek to seize what could be a moment of weakness.

Smoldering with resentment, he could feel his rage gripping him, his fury sprining to life as it sought to take away control of his own actions. The Epicanthix's mind struggled to maintain control of hisself. Every time he sought to control his anger, his own fury appeared to have a mind of his own, memories of the crime scene appearing to motivate him to let it seize control. As moments past, Illian decided to let go. It was as if he stood on a cliff, him falling being his fury seizing control of him, and the fact that he stood there showing that his mind was still in control. For now at least, his mind had won the duel, and his fury and rage would serve as powerful sources of motivation in the biggest duel of his life.

For Lavra, she would certainly notice a change in his demeanor. Gritting his teeth, his heart rate increased his muscles became tense. The young warrior clenched his fist, smoldering with resentment. It was as if he had became an image of anger itself, but an observant Illian still remained. Sighing, he reminded himself of the consequences:

Only one of them would make it out victorious.

And he intended it to be him.

Shortening the distance, with his knife, on his right hand, he attacked her from left to right diagonally, specifically aiming for her chest. The warrior wished to test her defenses, knowing full well the dangers that came with such an attack. Already having attacks planned on his mind after their initial encounter, he prepared to initiate them when he deemed so.

 

[Lavria Xedrim]

TAG: Illian Dragos

Ah, there it was.

She sensed the Darkness creeping into the room, before she saw him again when he spoke and stepped forward out of cover of the few people that were still bottle-necking for the door. She gave a sly smile.
"Well, look at you all ponying up. Do you even know how to ride this type of Farthier, hm?" she sneered, pulling the Force close around her and keeping an eye on him.

He was so very clearly pissed.

She could feel the Darkness fighting to gain control of his soul. This will be interesting. Or would it? The fool decided to come at her dead on with a knife. With a smirk, she stood her ground and merely flicked two fingers at him while the rest were still wrapped around a lightsaber, sending a powerful Force Push in his direction to send him flying back on his arse.

With speed enhanced by the complete Darkness that enveloped her, she immediately followed up by zigzagging towards him and aiming one lightsaber towards his throat while the other one was kept at the ready in case he decided to swing his phrik knife at her.

All the while, she kept her senses wide open and aware of even the slightest of movements - physically and mentally. She also kept the Force close, like a loaded weapon, ready to shoot it if she had to.

 

[Illian Dragos]

Before their blades met, he felt a swirl of energy sent towards him. Flying back, his mind wondered in amazement as he saw firsthand the power of the force. If he tapped at that power,

So this is what the force can do. Interesting.

Illian's mind however returned back to his opponent. The distance that had been created between the two provided him with the perfect opportunity to reposition himself. As the energy from the force push dissipated, the young warrior had already imprinted in his mind how he would position himself. Fortunately for him, the direction she had pushed him towards permitted the furniture to be wear the brunt of the impact would be. He was lucky it wasn't a wall, or something else in the facility.

Already he couldn't see his opponent, but he could hear a zzz sound coming toward him. Illian immediately began to move back, adrenaline giving his body the extra energy he needed. His movements backward allowed him to miss the strike toward his neck. He knew he was completely outmatched if she'd use the force. As he contemplated and considered various methods to counter her, looking around the entertainment facility for he thought of one that perhaps would get to her.

"You called me a coward yet you use the force to help you. You couldn't even hope of defeating me with skill alone.'" he stated. What was it called? Dun Moch? Or was it just a simple taunt. Either way, those momentary seconds of words coming around his mouth allowed him to reposition himself, Illian moving closer to the bar for his own purposes.

Sooner or later, she'd agree to his terms, by persuasion, or by coercion.

Lavria Xedrim