Person of Interest

[Lord Gaius]

Peacekeeping operations. That is what his days had become for Hasjo. The revered Sith Hunter and Exotic Weapons Master was flanked by veterans of the Sixth Battalion. Juliet Company had been deployed to the far fetching world of Junction. Deployed? That was just a fancy name. Hasjo was the Jedi General, and the Council of the Silver Order knew his extensive military history, allowing him full and total command of the Battalion. They were the UCW unit, trained in unconventional warfare. It was Hasjo who ordered this deployment, he had sent himself here. That didn't mean he liked it, not one bit. His initial arrival on Junction with his Padawan, Parmi Miemant had been met with immediate hostility. A Rattaki assassin had attempted an assassination on his life, and that of his student. She was a non-force user but fought with great skill.

Peacekeeping was the nice term for utilising military strength to quell riots and mass murders. Hasjo had signed a contract with the government to maintain a presence on the planet for six weeks, hopefully it would stop the populace from falling into total anarchy. This was his fifth week. His soldiers were adorned in state-of-the-art technology. Coated in Tyumen-1 standard assault armour with A1 Harvester carbines in their hands. Hasjo was no different than the soldiers, whilst he was unable to physically wear the Tyumen-1 armour, he made an effort to utilise the A2 Onyx, a long-range rifle. It was powerful enough to knock the hat off a smuggler from 12,500 kilometres - given the perfect terrain and weather conditions.

Hasjo marched down one of the back streets. Those whom stood too his ninth and third were his personal fireteam. Fireteam Pool, a group of four Duro's that were matching clones of one another. Their 'father' so to speak was a Duro formerly serving in the Sixth Battalion. He was currently deemed Killed In Action. They were the some of the elite of the Sixth Battalion, with a long history of military operations on various planets. Most notably Chaeronea where the Sixth Battalion saw some of the most brutal fighting in recent years. Eight factions had descended on the planet, resulting in a planet-wide military massacre. The Sixth Battalion had utilised their small numbers with guerrilla warfare tactics, winning a decisive but costly victory.

Hasjo himself was a walking, talking armoury. His Mobile Life Support Suit was made of durasteel, and effectively covered every inch of skin on his body. After his cybernetic attachments, making him part organic and part machine, few realised that Hasjo had been a Nautolan. His suit was the result of a vicious defeat upon the temple steps on Coruscant. He had been fighting of waves of One Sith before he was ultimately gunned down. At his waist dangled a variety of weapons. He was clearly an incredibly versatile opponent. The uncommon double-bladed Lightsaber Pike, the exotic Lightwhip, the rare San-Ni Staff and a lengthy Saberstaff. Not to mention the traditional one-blade lightsaber with it's moderate hilt. With both hands he held an A2 rifle, his eyes scanning the streets for trouble.

@[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Jedi, sick and twisted warriors of the force brining "peace" with an iron fist. Rexus was old, very very old. Over eight hundred years to be exact. And he knew ancient jedi, he could see how far they had fallen from protectors of the galaxy to war hungry bigots. However they were not the only threat in this galaxy. The sith were on the rise and to be honest Rexus preferred the jedi than the sith. They didn't glass planets and kill innoncents as often as the sith did. But that was enough of Rexus' personal beliefs on the force users in this galaxy. Right now he had other things to do and that was to speak with a certain general of the Silver Jedi Order. A Hasjo Hallu, Rexus was on orders to make him see things a certain way and become a contact for his employers. An easy job when you think about it but really knowing Jedi they usually had their whole "Hollier than thou" routine going on. But things like that wouldn't discourage him from speaking to the man. And how exactly does a man who doesn't exist supposed to speak to a Jedi general? Well just like this.

At the end of the back street a hooded figure appeared in front of Hasjo fifty feet away from him or so and well within the range of blaster fire from the fire team of puppets he had around him. "We need to talk." A voice rang into the head of Hasjo a very calm cool and collected voice of Rexus Drath. "I'd prefer if I didn't have to make your men shoot themselves in the face so if you could ask them to leave that would be great." From out of his sleeve Rex gripped his imperial knights silver saber and the force began to ooze from him. Rexus was a very powerful mentalist, he really only knew two other force powers besides mentalism and this wouldn't be the first time he would cause men to kill themselves in combat. He had done so on O'reen and not even he knew the depth of his own power when it came to it.

Stepping forward the hooded figure came within fourty feet. "You have been chosen Hasjo, to be a instrument in the destruction of evil. The shadows call your name and you are needed. But first you must be tested, if you are truly worthy of helping destroy the sith you must be proven." With a snap hiss the silver blade ignited and Rex drew closer and closer hopefully no one had to die today and the fire team would be asked to leave. Rexus wasn't going to kill anyone unless they opened fire. Hasjo would have to trust the man on that. The dark side of the force was not present in Rex but nor was the light. It was up to him now

 

[Lord Gaius]

Fireteam Pool raised their carbines at the figure ahead of them. It was an innate feeling that crept along their spine and made their skin crawl. This man wasn't just any ordinary civilian. The Jedi Knight moved to step forward, faltering in his step when he heard a voice distinctly not his own within his mind, "We need to talk." The voice was calm and collected, something not associated with Sith, but the force that permeated from the being was neither light. Hasjo couldn't define just who or what this man was, and where his loyalties lay. He stranger spoke in his mind once again, "I'd prefer if I didn't have to make your men shoot themselves in the face so if you could ask them to leave that would be great." The General took this as an open threat to his men, but he relented. He raised his hand and spoke to the fireteam leader, "Step back, and hold fire." His voice was truly unique. There was no emotion in the way he spoke, much like some droids. His voice was synthesised by an apparatus, a result of the extreme damage to his lungs and throat.

He watched warily as the man approached. His armoured hand draped over the hilt of a metallic fifty centimetre baton. "You have been chosen Hasjo, to be a instrument in the destruction of evil. The shadows call your name and you are needed. But first you must be tested, if you are truly worthy of helping destroy the sith you must be proven." Hasjo peered through the slits in his faceplate, staring down the man with suspicion. How did he know his name? Perhaps he was a Jedi Hunter of the New Order come to claim his head. It wouldn't be the first time. "How do you know my name?" Hasjo demanded, but he received only the activation of a single-blade lightsaber. The man approached. Hasjo clenched his hands around each half the baton, he twisted and then pulled them apart. A 10 centimeter long stun prod then sprang from each end of the staff, and two high-voltage power couplings would crackle to life in between the three pieces. Activated, the baton tripled in length to 150 centimeters. The electrical discharge was powerful enough to shear off limbs, cook flesh, and even a near miss would give severe burns to an enemy, the wielder however seemed to be shielded from this, through the use of miniature heat sinks. He warned the man, "There is a reason I am the Exotic Weapons Master. If you've come to claim my head, I welcome you to try."

@[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Standing thirty feet and closing in Rex stopped at twenty five feet out and looked at Hasjo and kept his hood over the top half of his face. On his right hand he had the cortosis glove that was gifted to him as an imperial knight in the ancient order and something told him he wouldn't be needing it so much today. "I know a lot of things about you Hasjo, Rasu must be very proud of you. And if I wanted you dead we would'nt be having this conversation." Rex needed to do his job and right now that job was to test the Jedi knight. "I tool you to have your men leave, I won't ask again." Holding out his left hand Rex focused his mental prowess and aimed it on the fire team. They were strong in the mind, elite and had capable training in force persuasion resistance. But Rex was stronger, it would take a lot of effort but he would pull it off.

Letting torrents of the force flow the fire team dropped their rifles and removed their side arms with a glassy look on their eyes. Rex couldn't hold them very long but it would be long enough for them all to put a bullet in their own heads. "Now tell them to leave or next time they will pull the trigger." Lowering his hand Rex took a deep breath and looked down for a second letting go of the grip around the troops. Hopefully the display of power would be enough to get alone with Hasjo. But doing that took more out of him than he would of liked. But anything to avoid casualties today. He needed Hasjo alone so he could test him and question him if need be. But the Jedi knight was a important contact in the war against the sith and other forces deamed a threat.

Speaking in the head of Hasjo still Rexus began to walk forward some more closing in to about fifteen feet away from the knight weapon still drawn and saber glowing brightly against the slick streets. "The shadows have chosen you Hasjo,I'm not here to kill you. But you must be tested. Now prepare yourself." Stopping at ten feet Rexus took form in a traditional kendo fighting stance a more formsl dueling posture and awaited Hasjo. Controlling his men took a good amount of force energy and Rex did his best to make sure it didn't show. He was under gunned and out maned for this fight and it would be best if his opponent didn't know it. Damn budget cuts

 

[Lord Gaius]

The man continued his stalking approach, "I know a lot of things about you Hasjo, Rasu must be very proud of you. And if I wanted you dead we would'nt be having this conversation." Hasjo readied himself. He stood in a stance that was not of the seven lightsaber forms. One required a free form to utilise the weapon he held in his grasp. It was a gruesome weapon to train in, terribly hard to master, but even harder to defend against. It was due to this lack of knowledge people had on the weapon that Sith often found themselves at odds with how to parry and block the weapon. Each hand held the opposite end of the power-coupled staff. He was puzzled as to why the man had said Rasu, no doubt he mean't Rasu Gan. A woman he had worked with rarely, once during the battles of Chaeronea where they fought side-by-side, and another when together they scoured Tython. Surely the man had mistaken his Master for her, although Hasjo's true master was Sochi Ru. And he knew she was proud of him, more than once she had stated Hasjo had been her greatest student.

He spoke again, "I told you to have your men leave, I won't ask again." The metalloid Nautolan glanced from the corner of his faceplate the emotionless movement of Fireteam Pool. "Now tell them to leave or next time they will pull the trigger." Hasjo relented to the man, confirming over comms, "Fall back to tertiary positions." Pool was confused, but took the orders and drew back, claiming their weapons before doing so. They performed a fast march down the alleyway before turning and disappearing. "The shadows have chosen you Hasjo, I'm not here to kill you. But you must be tested. Now prepare yourself."
"I will do as I must," Hasjo answered. He was not accepting the challenge, but rather confirming he would defend himself, and thus, he would strike back. Hasjo was a viciously aggressive and intuitive combatant, and soon this man would know that.

@[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

"Very well then." Rex spoke aloud this time his voice slightly distorted to cover his vocal range. "This should be fun." Rex in truth had fought people in the past who had used such weapons. Rexus was old a lot older than he looked and in the past he had served as an imperial knight and a storm trooper combat medic. He knew first hand what that weapon was capable of, Hasjo had the advantage of reach in this case and in order to do any real damage Rex would have to close the distance. And even then he wasn't here to kill him so punching was going to be a pain. He would have to do it with his armored left hand to not break his hand on Hasjo's armor. Yes Rex was no fool and he had defeated Hasjo's master on O'reen, but Sochi as well had defeated him on Felucia. They very much had a colorful history and Rex was fed only basic information about the contact in front of him whether it was speculation or fact.

Pushing forward Rexus ran towards Hasjo before cutting right he needed to get up close and quick so his movement would need to be very quick. Once he cut right there was a wall of a building no more than five feet away running up the side Rex force pushed off to send himself flying at Hasjo at very fast speeds to try and quickly close with him and engage. Nearing him Rex reared up his saber and went for a slash on the Jedi knight directed towards his mid section so Hasjo would have block or dodge but hopefully by the time he reached him he would be too close in to stick Rex with the shocking ends. The Jedi was definitely overcompensating for something if he couldn't just stick to a weapon or two at a time. But Rex wouldn't dwell on the thought he had a Jedi to test. If his ploy was successful he would begin a fury of punches on the metal man's face plate to disorient him but that would be covered on whether or not his brash tactic would work.

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Rexus Drath"]

Hasjo awaited the man, rather than launching himself at the stranger. He watched him, his movements were swift and precise. He thrust himself towards Hasjo, attempting a decisive slash for his midsection. Hasjo released his left hand grip on the staff, the other end suddenly dropped and swung, hanging limp whilst his right hand continued to maintain a grip. His left hand moved down to the holstered heavy blaster, right hand swinging wildly. The end of the San-Ni staff spun ferociously, batting aside the slash with the power couplings. His left hand simultaneously disengaged the pistol, tilting his hand with his arm by his hip, firing the heavy blaster pistol at close ranger, rapid fire. His index finger slapped against the trigger seven times, expending the magazine. The AB-1 was unique in that whilst you could expend the magazine, it wouldn't require reloading. It had a cool down before the plasma could be fired again. He slammed the pistol back into the holster, using his left hand for balance as he shot himself back away from the man. His metallic boots thundered against the pavement with heavy thudding footfalls.

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Oh joy he had guns as well, with his first move blocked Rex dashed past Hasjo tucking and rolling most of the shots passed over him but one of them hit its mark hitting Rex in the forearm of the right arm. The thick layers of the robe took some of the impact leaving his arm with burns that scorched a muscle. Luckily it was a second degree burn and not a black and deadning third. With his adrenaline pumping Rexus kept moving shrugging the blast off though as the fight would carry on it would become more problematic for him. He had to disable the staff that was important. With that there was only so much he could throw at Rexus. He needed to show the same night and skill that was present on O'reen so long ago. To fight and show his opponent that the shadows were here to help him In his conquest or use him to further their own agenda.

Coming out of his roll Rexus wasted no time he got angry not out of frustration but it was how he best channeled the force power he was about to use all up on Hasjo's behind. With his light saber secured around him Rexus lifted both his hands as torrents of anger and hatred flowed through him his hands looked as if they clasped two stress balls in front of him as he focused a powerful crush that would disable both ends of the Jedi's weapon. He was going to crush the power couplings and send the weapon back to the Stone Age. Focusing all of his hatred and power into it the staff would hopefully be destroyed and Rex wouldn't have to worry about closing distance with that weapon.

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Rexus Drath"]

Hasjo moved to the motion of Rexus. The man tried coming up behind Hasjo with a nimble roll. He could feel the power that permeated from the man. The San-Ni Staff began to crumple and snap in his grasp. He spat out sprightly curses in alien languages to the man. That weapon had been his companion for longer than he cared to mention. A weapon was a very personal thing to a Jedi, especially a Guardian, and whilst Hasjo had a belt-full of other weapons, each of them was uniquely personal to him. He tossed away the weapon before it would be totally mute, and shortly there-after it clattered upon the asphalt, the power-coupling fizzing out. The metal gave in. Hasjo unclipped the double-ended Lightsaber Pike, activating the twin blades with a familiar hiss. He heaved himself at his enemy. Where Hasjo lacked in force powers, he was unendingly skilled with the lightsabers. He had a reputation for improvisation, and though he was encased in durasteel, he was as strong as any two men. The Nautolans were a naturally enduring species. He broke into Shii-Cho, his movements as equally unpredictable as they were random. His cerulean lightsaber was here, there, everywhere. This was irresistible to the Jedi. The conflict between two force users. Much like swimming the surface of Glee Anselm during one of it's behemoth storms. It was a test, always a test, and to fail often spelt death. His weapon became a cyclone of blazing blue light. His body becoming a martial hurricane as he unleashed his full force of attack upon the man. There was a deep clarity in his chosen lines of engagement against Rexus. His attacks were absolute fluidity, each motion flowing into the next. He was unleashing the full might of his attacks upon the man, hoping to shatter his defence with raw strength and hasty speed. Even as his Lightsaber Pike came around and around for a multitude of attacks, he utilised the rest of his body in a full-fledged assault. Kicks were thrown, and his lightsaber slashed.

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
"Lovely" Rexus said to himself, now he had him right where he wanted him. Rexus was just as skilled when it came to blades combat he hadn't earned a master rank in exotic weapons because well he thought he'd rather let his actions speak for him rather than fancy titles that wouldn't save you from getting killed. Gripping his right hand Rexus cliched his single blade as he began to parry multiple blows from the incoming Jedi knight tracking most of them he was in his element right now and he was having a blast while doing it. He was about to chew through Hasjo's weapons like a pack of Nexus eating a bantha but not before a few of the kicks would catch him off guard. Taking a large durasteel boot to his ribs he felt a crack as a rub shattered and he coughed loudly as all the air left his lungs. Staggering backward Rex went down to a knee for a second before quickly catching his breath. The kid was good there was no doubt in that. But Rex was far more experienced in his years of combat as both a NFU and a Imperial Knight it was time to take this knight down a peg on the food chain.

Gathering his strength Rex tracked the man's blade carefully noticing it's random movements he would have to time this perfectly otherwise he would loose a hand. There was one thing the knight had on him that Hasjo didn't something that was going to make him have a very very bad day. Cortosis. In his right hand Rex's hand was armored up to half his forearm in the stuff. Lunging forward Rex put his hand up as the blade made contact with the metal. Hopefully it would short out the saber and Rex could take Hasjo down. With his left hand Rex took the blade and made a jab towards the other section of the pike to try and block it from being used in a counter strike against him. However this would leave him open to another boot or a head but from the hardened durasteel. Though it was worth it to offline the lightsaber pike for a few minutes so Rex could take the fight to Hasjo and start inflicting some noticeable damage like he had been doing to him. Rex had to sacrifice his body to break Hasjo's offensive tactics and if he could break through his weapons he wouldn't have a chance against his saber combat or force powers

 

[Lord Gaius]

His boot connected with his midsection, a resounding crack was heard. Their blades collided again and again, a beautiful rhythmic dance between the duo. Both as equally talented as the other. His hand clamped against the length of the plasma of his pike, the lightsaber disengaged. He grunted, Rexus attempted to jab his other blade, Hasjo twisted his body, positing the blade out of reach, rather, allowing Rexus' lightsaber to clash against his hilt. Hasjo murmured with his synthesised voice, "You're not the only one with that trick." The hilt of his Lightsaber Pike was made with an exterior shell, that did not make contact with the plasma itself. Whilst it didn't short-circuit his own blade, it could very well fizzle out anthers blade. Hasjo had used this material to prevent Sith from cleaving his hilt in half, but it was not the fist time he had used the hilt as a weapon itself to disengage an other lightsaber. He knew that if Rexus' lightsaber had short-circuited, there was no point in swinging at him with the other blade. He would disengage that plasma too, it was now a matter of getting close and gritty. If he had been successful in this, Hasjo would deactivate his Pike, throwing it to the ground, simultaneously raising his boot high before him, attempting to kick the man in the centre of his gut.

@[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
With a twist Rex's lightsaber shorted out and he had to move quickly as to not be caught off guard anymore and take another critical hit that would hinder him further down the fight. With his blade deactivated it sparked a bit but he had to handle himself in this fight up close and personal. Ducking back Rexus dove backwards bending his knees at a angle as if he was Neo dodging bullets in the matrix. Extending out his non gloved hand Rex caught himself. He looked rather ridiculous as if he was crab walking with three limbs but whatever it took to keep him alive right now. Pushing up with a small force push Rex curled his metal glove into a fist aimed right at the eyes of Jedi knight. If he could crack the glass or damage the sensors he would be up a bit further in the advantage scale. He needed to get Hasjo back at a distance though. If he didn't have enough space to let his blade come back online he would have to get out of dodge and quickly as well.

So not waiting to see if his punch had even connected Rexus channeled explosive rage rearing both hands back before throwing them forward in a massive force push aimed at Hasjo's chest. Rex was truly a skilled opponent but he was a bit slow and took a lot of hits in fights. Heck most of his bones had either been replaced with bonemer or mended back together in surgeries. He was a scarred man with plenty of experience behind him and it was showing today in this fight. He had to get Hasjo back and fast hopefully the attacks he threw his way would work and he could start dismantling him with the force before his blade came back online for some more saber play among the two warriors.

((OOC I have to say this has been like one of my favorite duels of all times you are very good at what you do and thank you. Carry on))

 

[Lord Gaius]

((Apologies for the late reply. I've just been celebrating a friends birthday and working it off))

[member="Rexus Drath"]

Hasjo reeled back, the cortosis fist cracked against his durasteel faceplate, it's inner gel layer absorbing much of the impact, but that didn't make it any less comfortable. His head snapped back. A powerful explosion of power surged through his body, striking deep against his chest. He plummeted through the air, end over end. He landed with a series of rolls and scraping metal. He landed flat on his stomach some twenty meters away. Whilst Hasjo suffered severe discomfort, and his vital signs began to rise, he slithered back onto one knee as fast as a snapping cobra. His hand pinched the recharged pistol at his hip, dislodging it from its holster and raising it towards Rexus. He glanced downrange, hoping to use his sudden distance to his advantage. He snapped at the trigger with his finger once more, seven times. This man was clearly experienced. The metalloid strengthened his resolve and courage, pushing aside any thoughts of doubt. His pulled against the Lightwhip, igniting the four meter cerulean blade with a beautiful hiss. The blade was lengthy, and he knew not to keep it at its highest power setting. Were he to keep it at such a setting, it would be a horribly vicious and deadly weapon. He kept it to a medium, enough to burn through soft layers of flesh, but not the thick layers of muscle. It would leave a scar, but it wouldn't leave any lasting damage. He raised the hilt above his head. His arm hardly moved as he snapped his wrist. The whip cracked loudly in the air, threatening Rexus to stay back.

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Pushing Hasjo back Rexus had very much intended him to pull the pistol and shoot, after all getting that kind of range and having a pistol at your disposal was just common sense to use. Reaching out to the force Rex pushed a few garbage cans in his way in a storm of metal and trash. Blocking most of the shots one made it's mark hitting Rex in the side of his leg missing the bone but more than likely burning an artiery. He would have to get medical attention when this was over which was on his ship but for now he had to keep pushing and fighting. He had the upper hand now and it was just about time to unleash what force power he had left in his system. As a massive surge of force energy bellowed through him he clipped his saber to his to belt. Rage, anguish and pain came to him in a flood. He thought back, he thought to the friends who had died in his arms. The love that he never got to say goodbye to. The failures he had made in this new timeline. Channelling all the rage he had Rexus extended both his hands at Hasjo as the power washed through him.

Gripping just about as hard as he could he focused on Hasjo's suit his vitals the thing that kept him alive. The durasteel would have a very hard time withstanding a force attack and one such as this that Rexus put his very heart and soul into would leave him just about drained completely. He was going to finish it on his side and then pack it up and call it a day. He had been critically injured from both shots to his shoulder and leg suffering massive bleeding. His robe thankfully soaked up the blood and he wouldn't be leaving anything behind to trace him with but he was still losing a significant amount of blood. This was a last ditch chance to use up the powers in the force he had left.