Settling The Matter

[Seris Vant]

Hatred only breeds more hatred. Rayl had long held his own against Darth Vornskr or Kaine Zambrano as he knew the real name . Many years ago they were allies, maybe even friends of a sort. It was on the Sith's inaction everything between them was shattered in mere minutes. Everything but a hatred now coming to a boil.

Rayl traveled far to the world of Panatha. It sat on the edge of the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions. Distant from the Core Worlds of the Empire. Vornskr was far from help, but this was no ambush. Rayl had sent along his intentions and when he arrived, received no hassle upon landing near the palace. Not that he hadn't brought along a piece of insurance to make sure the playing field would be fairer. The aging criminal always had one trick up his sleeve should the need be there.

Before leaving his ship he did a once over to make sure he had everything he'd need. Blasters, swords, saber, armor was good. Nerves were in check. He was ready as he was going to be to face down a juggernaut. Rayl stepped down the ramp of his shuttle. Looking up at the high walls of the palace and thinking just how,... archaic it was. The rest of his retinue poured out behind him and once assembled they met the Blackblade Guard. They escorted his party into the palace, and then on to the throne room. Rayl kept a stoneface as he marched the halls. Two grand doors were opened and into the throne room they entered. Down at the other end he could see Vornskr on his throne. Rayl scowled at his sight. He crossed the last of the room and stood below the steps. Placing his right hand upon the pommel of a sword he voiced his intent. "You know why I'm here Kaine Zambrano. Eight years ago you betrayed me, you betrayed your allies the Black Sun. For that I'll see you bled and dead. The Sith also assassinated my wife and kidnapped my daughter a year and some latter. Another offense against me I account all the One Sith to. Whether you were involved or not. I know you have kids. And I'm sure you give little attention or love to most any of them. I had one, and I'd tear the universe asunder to protect her if I had a clue whether she's alive, dead, or where she even is. Not that I haven't spent most of that time trying to. Only reason I'm here is hope dims, hate builds, and we've needed to settle this matter for a long, long time. So what do you have to say about this Zambrano. If you even give a karking care"?

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The doors opened and [member="Rayl Wilded"] entered with his entourage at his back to face the God-King of the Epicanthix, who sat high atop his jagged black iron throne. A pair of Imperial Sentinels flanked both sides of the dais wielding monstrous vibro-axes that were too unwieldy for normal men. Evenly spaced columns ran along the outer edges of the throne room and beyond stretched mist-shrouded alcoves lined with shelves of leather tomes brimming with the arcane mysteries of the Dark Side. Diminutive scholars and scribes mingled about in that darkness, beady blood-shot eyes peering out from wide hoods to gawk in marvel at the newest arrivals and wondered with grim fascination what was to become of those who so brazenly declared themselves against the Lord of this foul realm.

But even in the face of such accusations and promises of destruction, Darth Vornskr only smiled and rose with casual effort before finally speaking. "Those are some strong words there, Wilded. If you were anyone else you'd have already been cut to ribbons by my colossi, but because of the past we once shared I have given you liberties that some members of my own family are unable to afford. I hope you spent your breath well, for it will be one of the last you will ever draw."

By now Vornskr had walked down the steps of the raised dais to stand on even ground with Rayl and his fellows even though the Sith Lord stood several inches well over the crime boss. At his hip was a curved lightsaber which he now summoned to his hand with a wave of the Force, but before he activated its blood-red blade he had only one more thing to say to Rayl. "And did you bring these mongrels here just to watch you die?"

 

[Seris Vant]

"No. They're here to make sure we have a fair duel. No interruptions, none of your crippling Force powers or tricks. I've brought along some insurance to make sure you'll agree to this". Rayl laughed lightly. "An antimatter bomb. One large enough to wipe out this palace and a lot more in a mere instant. Including you and me. Even if you manage to come back again. Which I've heard rumor you've died before. Everything here will be atomized down to a barren radioactive wasteland. One that can't be settled again for millennium. So we fight with swords, sabers, guns and our physical selves. We fight as men". Rayl drew his swords in a flashy manner. Giving the light songsteel blades a twirl. "Think you can fight with those terms Kaine? Not that I'm giving you much of a choice". The Crimelord lowered to a fighting stance. One sword forward and the other drawn back behind his back. His entourage backed off a good ways; giving the duo space for the fight.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Hrm, very well." was all the Sith Lord said to his opponent's challenge, his eyes narrowing in contempt that Rayl had to resort to such paltry threats to give himself an advantage over the Sith Lord. He cast aside his lightsaber, he wouldn't be needing it for this fight, and discarded the cloak that hung from his shoulders by an ornate ruby brooch with a mere shrug to reveal the compact armor he wore underneath. And at his bidding the hooded cretins that mingled in the darkened corners of his throne room bestowed upon their Lord with a sword firmly shrouded by its sheath and unbidden they fastened it at his hip, their deft fingers accomplishing the task in a matter of moments. Meanwhile a reptilian creature emerged from the shadows carrying a leather collar that was bound across the Sith Lord's neck, and upon locking it delivered a dose of Ixetal Cilona strong enough to cut the Sith Lord off from the Force as long as the serum flowed through his system.

At first the Sith Lord felt dizzy, the rush of the Force leaving his body quite shocking to his senses, but he was an extremely adaptable being and recovered quickly. While he did not see the world as he once did with the Force, he was still capable of much. "We'll play by your rules, Rayl, but know now that you only prolong the suffering of your death." He reached down to firmly grasp the hilt of the sword sheathed at his hip, and pulled it free in one fluid motion. The bastard sword he now wielded was inscribed with ancient Sith runes and thrummed with latent energies reminiscent of the tradition Sith Swords wielded by the ancient red-skinned Sith. The blade was Derriphan, sister sword to the blasphemous blade Daesumnor, and its name translated in the ancient Sith tongue meant Devourer.

Vornskr planned to slake its hunger.

[member="Rayl Wilded"]​