Round 2: That Don’t Make it Junk (Trystis Ray vs Vengeance vs Darth Drethi)

[Sage Bane]

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Location: The Scrapyard, Belgaroth​

If there was ever a planet that was a near-perfect candidate for Vong-forming, it was inarguably the Core world of Belgaroth. The majority of the planet’s land mass was a dismal expanse of scrap and junk. Inhospitable and toxic, all manner of organic and inorganic waste covered the planet’s earth and tainted the world’s murky-brown oceans. Why anyone in the galaxy would want to come to Belgaroth for any other reason than to scavenge through mounds of garbage, was a complete mystery to most.

The droidbreaker steak was said to be delicious, so there was that.

The largest scrapyard on the planet had the uninspired name of The Scrapyard, and extended out nine hundred square kilometers with heights that soared up to fifty meters in some spots. Ship parts, synthplast food containers, rubble, and even skeletal remains lay as far as the eye could see. Repulsorlift skiffs moved slowly over the landscape like metal pachyderms, and emaciated jerbwats fought viciously for scant scraps of food. It was this unforgiving location that was chosen for Round 2 of the One Sith’s Tournament of the Acolytes. The three contestants would be plunked down in opposing ends of the Scrapyard to square off in a free-for-all battle, with only one Acolyte emerging as the victor. It was said in certain portions of the galaxy that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Today the fiercest warriors in the ranks of the One Sith would put that idiom to the test.

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[member="Trystis Ray"] | [member="Darth Drethi"] | [member="Vengeance"]​

OOC Info

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[Kenrath]

Location: The scrap yard, Belgaroth

Objective: Ultimate Viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiictory

Opponents: [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Darth Drethi"]

Vengeance was dropped into what looked like a pile of useless junk. He already missed the water. He looked around for a moment trying to get a lay of the land before finally looking to the sky.

"Well let's see what we got here."

He scratched his chin for a moment before starting off towards what he hoped would be the center of the chosen arena. Only this time there was not a tall platform against the skyline to work towards. He stalked forward using some of the piles of scrap to stay hidden. With any luck he would be able to ambush whomever his opponent was. Round one had been difficult enough and his figured the second round would be even more so.

Vengeance had his saber in his hand at the ready but not yet ignited not wanting the sound to give away his position should his opponent be around the next bend.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Far off from [member="Vengeance"] and [member="Darth Drethi"] (Or perhaps far closer than he realized), Trystis Ray walked at a brisk pace. He knew that his enemies were there, and he knew they were looking for him also. He didn't want to be the first one found.

I need to be able to get a better view of my surroundings.

Fortunately, the Dark Side of the Force offered myriad tools for its followers, for detection or the avoidance thereof. A single leap had him ascend with no sound other than a slight whoosh, before he grabbed onto a jutting-out shard of metal with one hand. Pulling himself up, he found that he was partway up an enormous tower of garbage.

Grinning at the thought of the spray of his foe's blood splattering his face, he let that desire drive him as he started hiking upward, taking care to avoid drawing attention to himself. The sun cast its rays through the polluted smog of the atmosphere. Today was going to be a good day.

 

[Lassiter]

Garbage. Loose items, sharp metal edges, the sting of tetanus shots already radiating through the young Vahla’s mind. it was time for the second trial that her master had set her on, she could feel it in the distance like an ember but this time it felt odd, different and confusing. There were signatures around, she could feel them. Not one, but two of them. Instinct kicked back in, it could be hounds. A scrapyard was a place ripe for ambushes and that was their preferred method of attack. Sena knew that one from countless surprise ambushes, her training exercises, around the temple of Vahl.

Her back hunched, her saber withdrawn and with the lightest of feet she snuck around the proving grounds looking to spot the hunters before they spotted the hunted.

No hounds were going to beat her, not today.

[member="Trystis Ray"] / [member="Vengeance"] / [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: The scrap yard, Belgaroth

Objective: Ultimate Viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiictory

Opponents: [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Darth Drethi"]


Vengeance got bored after about ten minutes of stalking around. He hated waited more than almost anything. Finding a taller pile of scrap Vengeance crouched using the force to speed up Vengeance did small micro jumps up the pile looking around. He thought he saw another figure off in the distance and smiled right up until he picked up a second one. He actually smiled happy to have two opponents instead of one.

It was stupid and he knew it but Vengeance stuck a hand out and shot a bolt of lightening out as if to say come and get me. Just to keep it simple he did it again facing a different direction. He chuckled.

"MARCO................................OLLIE OLLIE OXEN FREE."

He laughed out loud hoping down from the pile and heading towards the direction of who was probably one of his opponents.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis heard [member="Vengeance"] before he saw him. The man was... shouting? Probably an illusion to trick him into betraying his location. Maybe an elaborate trap. Or maybe, maybe the warrior had simply gone mad. Either way, he could hear, see, and sense the approaching figure as he walked towards his teetering tower of garbage.

"Polo." He whispered under his breath. And then, through the Force, he nudged. A small shift in the structure of the mound, leading to some barrels falling. Then, the barrels hit the storage units, and the storage units hit the droid husks. Soon, an entire slide was sloughing itself off in a surging avalanche, a wall of syringes and rusty nails and broken glass. Maybe the odd balloon. All in all, a lovely welcoming party for his enemy.

Of course, now his cover was gone. And both of his foes could probably discern his location. He turned away from his work, hoping to find some new shadows to next strike from. If two fellow Sith expected another acolyte to stick around for a fair fight, they were dead wrong.

[member="Sage Bane"], [member="Darth Drethi"]

 

[Lassiter]

Marco, and Polo. Cute.

The young vahla heard the voice, heard the noise and with it the notion that the hounds were present faded right quick. The hounds didn’t deal in flamboyance or loud noises and neither did Sena. She was a product of her master’s training; a dagger in the dark, an extended arm of justice upon the unwashed masses. Sena was by no means a powerful saber combatant, but there was no denying her strength in the force itself.

She looked to the knife in her bootstrap and contemplated its worth in this fight. It was a Coruscanti standoff except with force powers rather than blasters, a knife served no purpose here no matter how much she yearned the chance to feel force-sensitive blood run down the springs between her fingers.

Well, perhaps another time.

Sneaking to the top of a scrapyard hill of seemingly old discarded armors she set her sights on both of her opponents. Both boys, both beneath her. This was over before it began, all she had to do was keep an eye on the others.

One of them snuck back into the shadows after setting an avalanche of debris upon the loud one. Sena could admire that.

Setting herself upon the precipice of the junk hill she had positioned herself on top of she wasted no time to rid the other man of his shadowplay. With a push of the force she launched loose armor pieces in the Echani’s direction. Not only as a dead giveaway of her own location but the other combatant’s hiding spot as well.

[member="Trystis Ray"] / [member="Vengeance"] / [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Dodging the old pieces of plate armor whirling through the air should have been a simple affair. Operative word: should. Instead, he only became aware of them when he saw the glinting durasteel growing all too close. Jumping, the first and second pieces went above and below him. The third one caught his foot, sending him spinning.

No problem. I can simply land on the ground - wait, where's the ground? The acolyte's ploy to start an avalanche was quickly spiraling out of control as he landed down on a circular lid, roughly, and was caught up in the tide of garbage. He briefly made eye contact with [member="Vengeance"] from across the battlefield as [member="Darth Drethi"] probably laughed from the shadow. His expression was less of fear, and more of indignation.

Then, he was swept out of sight as he was buried in a wave of countless steel beverage cans.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: The scrap yard, Belgaroth

Objective: Ultimate Viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiictory

Opponents: [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Darth Drethi"]


Vengeance turned as he heard the noise seeing the avalanche of debris surging towards him. Vengeance cursed.

"What they feth..................................ah ain't this a witch."

Dipping into the force Vengeance took off in a dead run in the opposite direction. At the last minute he leaped up and over a smaller mound tucking and rolling on the other side. As he did his shoulder slammed into a hard breast plate. He cursed again as he dug himself out. Digging his way out he laughed yelling out.


"COWARD."


He laughed this was going to suck and he was loving every minute of it. Vengeance took off in a run towards the direction the debris had came from.


"Come on out and get some you fethin nerf herder." "Only whimps and cowards hide form a fight."

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis burst out of the pile of garbage he had been buried in, bruised and angry. His nose was an inch or two away from [member="Vengeance"]'s. He didn't like to banter much during fights, though he did have a choice message for the Sith - "By the Force, would you shut up?"

In a burst of Force-empowered speed, his right hand darted towards the human's throat, fingers crooked like talons. His left went towards the lightsaber that was in the acolyte's hand in an attempt to grab it away, or at the very least seize his wrist.

[member="Sage Bane"], [member="Darth Drethi"]

 

[Lassiter]

“Only a fool goes rushing into a fight.” Sena announced, still standing on top of the hill of scrapped armors. “You act without care, rush into battle without knowing your opponent’s next move.”

Sena jumped down from the precipice and began descending towards the other two combatants. There was grin to her feature, a hollow gesture to display her amusement over what was transpiring in front of her. Sena wasn’t one to shy from a fight, but she still recognized the importance of assessment prior to striking. Getting an idea of who her opponents are.

Strategizing.

Right now she had two combatants of different composure. The bold barbarian and the tempered rogue-sorcerer. While Sena herself was by no means a warrior, she was most certainly gifted in the force. A second push sent further debris rushing towards both men as one reached out to strangle the other.

“Different kids, different strokes. No two combatants are truly ever the same.” Sena waggled her finger as if she was lecturing someone. “Then again, what would I be expecting from two men looking to kiss on the battlefield?”

Well, more like strangle, but 'same difference' felt like an appropriate phrase here.
“I can leave and give you two some room for yourselves, if you want.” The grin grew on the half-vahla’s lips. “I’ve got better things to do than be the third wheel. Really.”

[member="Trystis Ray"] // [member="Sage Bane"] // [member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

When [member="Trystis Ray"] burst out of the pile Vengeance whirled around flicking his wrist spining the blade in a quick verticle 360 arch the blade passing between the two of them followed up by a quick knee towards the man's stomach as the blade cleared the bottom half of the arch.

He glance briefly at [member="Darth Drethi"] when she spoke before turning back to the closest threat.

"Holy Fething Krayt dragon a redhead with an attitude and a quick wit." "I think I am in love."

Vengeance smirked darting backwards to create separation between. He winked at her.

"Oh you may most certainly have this dance."

He looked at Trystis with a smile.

"Hey sport you wanna give the adults some alone time?" "Daddy needs to do something he will most definitely regret in the morning."

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis felt the heat of the lightsaber on his wrist as he withdrew his hand to avoid dismemberment. His sleeve smoked with a burning slash mark. He had little time to regain his stance as a firm, powerful knee thrust sent him wheezing backwards with a bit of bile up in his mouth. He hastily readied himself in a defensive posture for a follow-up, but it seemed [member="Vengeance"] was instead darting away from him.

And making more of those terrible. terrible jokes. This would not do at all. Leaping out of the way of the wave of debris and rolling, he thrust both hands forwards to blast [member="Vengeance"] with a wave of Force energy that would send him to [member="Darth Drethi"] head first, twirling through the air.

While he did this, he tried to think of some cunning banter to add to the exchanges between Drethi and Vengeance. Unfortunately, he wasn't that good at multitasking.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Lassiter]

No answer. Careful consideration of their next few moves were taking precedence over the act of attacking her opponents. Perhaps playing the defense game wasn’t the most Sith-like move, but as long as she didn’t have the strength of her opponents squared down she wasn’t taking any unnecessary risks.

So far it was evident that one of them was the talkish brute, the other was a polar opposite. It was something that brought a grin to the Vahla’s lips. Perhaps it would seem as though the supposed charm of the dirty blonde not too far from her had brought it, but it hadn’t. Sena was already reserved, nobody would know this of course, but she was and no matter how much she had tried to deny it she was still forced into a state of slowly realizing that she was growing a weak spot for someone.

Her precaution paid off. A blur came hurling towards her, a white shadow looking to jump right at her. A throaty chuckle emanated within the vicinity.

“No.” Sena uttered as she stepped away from the attack. “Whitey’s going to have to try a lot hard than that.”

She pointed her saber at the ground and ignited it before promptly raising it alongside her face. The orange glow nearly kissing her cheeks she pointed it at the echani warrior. She was in protective mode to ready herself for the other person’s offensive.

See, in melee range she wasn’t all that offensive. Her focus had been on the third saber form simply because she was well-aware of her own limitations. Holding her hand somewhat extended towards her foe she circled around him to get a better grip on both of her combatants’ locations.

“Got to say, you both put on quite the show.” Sena noted sarcastically as her eyes darted to Blondie. “You must be the director,” Her attention turned back to Whitey. “And you must be the critic.”

She chuckled. “I guess that makes me the star of the show, how appropriate.”

“Oh well, let me at it. Show me your script, boys.”

[member="Trystis Ray"] // [member="Vengeance"] // [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance curled into the blast from [member="Trystis Ray"] letting his saber take most of the blow until a smaller pile of debris stopped his backward momentum. Shaking it off he turned to [member="Darth Drethi"] with a smile.

"You know how it is those that can't do...............try and teach everyone else."

Vengeance now having both opponents in view got down to business settling down.

He extended a hand shooting a bolt of lightening at before darting at Drethi. He thrust forward with the blade of his saber at her before rotating his wrist he slashed from the right, then the left, and finally overhead.

"So how about than dance gorgeous." "You're not Melori but you will do for now."

Vengeance smirked at her.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis stepped backwards, surveying the battlefield. It seemed [member="Vengeance"] and [member="Darth Drethi"] were, for a brief moment, focused on each other. He could take advantage of that.

"I have a script for you, Drethi. A tragedy in one act." He was nothing but a bundle of smiles. Gesturing, he extended the power of Battle Meditation towards the female Darth. As long as she fought against their common foe, she would find her strength invigorated and her reflexes enhanced. "Break a leg for me, will you?"

Thanks to his stunt with the garbage avalanche, there wasn't much of a space to take cover in. And to preform Battle Meditation, he would need to concentrate. Pity. Stepping behind a medium sized barrel of SoroSuubtm Droid Joint Lubricant, he took in a deep breath and lent focus to his hatred.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Lassiter]

Call Sena a pessimist or a realist but to have someone co-operate, a Sith nonetheless felt anything but unsuspicious. Still, a temporary alliance between Drethi and Trystis felt in order, even if the mere focuses seemed to be equal. Vengeance had her bested should things get up close and too personal and getting overpowered by a blondie was not on her list of things to do for the day.

The man set off an electrical discharge at her. Her saber came ignited and with it she let the blade of her sword catch most of the torture. A small jolt here and there as the electricity discharged upon her shoulder was nothing compared to the pain she had experienced at the hands of her master.

Her lower back was a scar-riddled testament with enough visual evidence to back that one up.

The man then thrust his blade towards her. Sena gracefully dodged the attack in a sidestep holding her blade to the side as she twisted to the side to catch the quick follow ups coming from the right and the left before finally raising her saber above her head to let the final clash of sabers echo around the near vicinity of the scrapyard.

“Yeah, well, you’re about as close to any other blonde as I can get in this, so I guess you’ll have to do.”

The woman quipped back as she set off on the man. Saber in both hands she charged at him. Reflexes and vigor improved by her temporary ally she utilized the force to speed herself up even further. The orange blade was raised for the sky as she came down hard upon her foe in a slash looking to cut her opponent in two, a move she quickly followed up with a slash looking to dissect him on a horizontal.

“I admit, this almost feels like cheating.”

Mind still wary on what Trystis was planning with this Sena had her ideas.

Even she found the idea of potentially getting exploited an insult, but then again. Battle meditation didn’t feel all that bad. At least not right now.

[member="Trystis Ray"] // [member="Vengeance"] // [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance found himself back pedaling just a bit as the strikes came. He felt sluggish and unfocused. It was starting to piss him off but not nearly as much as the horizontal strike slashing skin. He growled in frustration extending both hands out one towards [member="Darth Drethi"] and the other towards [member="Trystis Ray"].

The hand towards Drethi a simple force push right before a bolt of lightening fired towards Trystis. One to push his opponent back the other to force the other opponent out form behind cover. Vengeance would not go out like this. He would go out on his feet with his head held high. He would not be denied. Victory or defeat it would be with honor.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis found his cover suddenly bombarded with a surge of energy, hurling the barrel backwards into him. His Battle Meditation flickered away. Now, he was in the open. Fortunately, [member="Darth Drethi"] had served her purpose - bladework was far from his forte. But if Trystis was a novice sorcerer, and had nothing but disdain for the sword, why had he lasted this long?

I can seize opportunity. A glinting, metal razor appearing in his hand from his sleeve, Trystis charged towards [member="Vengeance"]. If he could close the distance between them to the point where he was closer than the length of his arm, swordsmanship could be avoided entirely.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Lassiter]

Sena stumbled, her feet catching her from falling over she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at [member="Vengeance"] with nothing short of a burning stare of utter contempt. Getting pushed wasn’t how she saw this going down, but here she was. To top it off the lightning strike had caused the good feeling in her body to go away. A look went out towards the meditative hiding spot of her companion only to see [member="Trystis Ray"] charge towards their common enemy.

She allowed the two some time for getting reacquainted before stepping in. Closer they grew and when the timing was just right the acolyte reprised her initial attack as another heap of garbage was tossed at not just the talkative blonde but the other opponent too.

Try as she might the fact still remained that they were both her opponents and they were both in close proximity to each other. Chucking discarded needles and medical equipment felt like as much of a suitable message as any other.

Her saber whirled in her hand as she prepared herself for the backlash.

“Nothing personal, White. Just business.” She looked to Vengeance. “Same goes for you, Blondie.”

[member="Sage Bane"]