Sharpened Knives - Episode II - Sko'saht

[Scherezade deWinter]

The Galaxy was never a safe place, and yet in recent months, that safety had lessened even more. As gigantic factions opened war against one another, it appeared that no planet or systems were now safe. Some people were against this, vying for peace, preaching patience. Scherezade herself could not be counted among them, her lust for blood becoming better and better known to those outside of her close circle with every war that was waged, with every battle in which she easily took the front line without a second though.

The only thing one could control was who they were off to fight; but no one could truly control what others decided to come fighting against them. The dance of death was not one done by mutual consent, and while peering over her Blueprints of Doom, she had come to realize just how lucky the Silvers were, for no knock had come knocking on their door thus. Yet this did not mean they were safe. There were whispers, rumors, coming from the eastern side of the galaxy. Whether those proved to be true or not, there was something she knew deep to her core; a war coming to them had a likelihood of taking too many lives, regardless of whether or not they emerged victorious.

Normally, the Blood Hound would not care. A life lost was a life lost, another number on a never-ending array of statistics that did not touch her. Yet in the heart of Silver space, there were those she cared for; those that if any harm would come to, would send her raging and willing to burn the entire galaxy, regardless of what the rules of the Confederacy stated. In the heart of Silver space, there was a child, a child by the name of Jason Dragonsflame, son of [member="Josh Dragonsflame"], and Scherezade had loved him from the moment she'd met him, though she'd been entirely too awkward about showing it.

So this… this series of training, was for him.

And none of them had to know about it.

The second round of the day was against someone by the name of @Sko'aht. Scherezade knew nothing about them, and she hoped they knew nothing about her either. You rarely got to know all about your enemy on a field of battle, and this would be as close to that as possible, excluding the dying at the end of it part.

And so, Scherezade waited.

Wearing​

Armor| Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
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Wielding​

10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets​

 

[Sko'saht]

Entering the room the Mandalorian nodded at the Sith. He'd answered the open call to do combat training with a Sith member of the Confederacy so had dressed appropriately, full Bes'kar with a void stone. Sko did admit to himself that he spent to much time aboard ship as he looked over the armor she wore and didn't recognize it. His extended eye slit took a long curve which flowed down to his mouth creating the classic T shape. The thick and bulky looking plates covered the majority of his body with the rest being made up for by armor weave. Under all that the Verpine's chitin was hard enough to survive the radiation that constantly bombarded the Roche asteroid field. What weapons he had were spread across his body, various grenades, a shatter pistol in the shoulder holster, and a simple steel dagger sharing the tool belt he wore around his waist. To top it off a void stone was secured under his chest plate which would help to prevent the majority of force attacks.

"deWinter I presume?" he said in basic, "Dar'jetti uncommon on Kashyyk so I thought I'd take this opportunity to compare your CIS darksiders to those who were once my aliit." As he spoke he walked towards the opposite end of the arena from her and drew his shatter pistol. "It's on low power and loaded with light rounds, should leave a bruise but that's it. Now how shall we begin, melee or ranged?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade was already familiar with the sensation of being within the aura of a void stone, and grinned. Early on, very early on, when she'd barely been a month out of the pebble, she had been kidnapped and forced into an anti-Force collar. She'd vowed that day to become a Warrior; the kind that did not rely on the Force, and she had trained like a beast ever since. While certain aspects of what she usually did would not be available to her because of its presence now, it mattered now; she had the stamina and the strength to fight with all the things she had even without it.

The main thing that annoyed her though was that being so affected by the stone meant she could not scent the bug-life before her; could not add it to the catalogue of species whose scent she knew. But, she could always request that later.

As the man (man? Bug? Person? What was the right word to use?) began to speak though, his (its?) background became clear, causing the Sithling to wrinkle her nose. Mando. The main reason she would be keeping to the rules set forth was because this Mandalorian was not part of the Mandalorian Empire – he'd made the right choice by joining the silvers instead of joining those weak tuna cans. The wrinkle in her nose undid itself.

Pulling her Knight Obsidian Sword from its sheath, the Sith darted forward, aiming to hack at the bug's kneecaps. She wouldn't actually hack them off; if he did not move on time, she would stop inches from the tip ever touching his shiny skin.

"Never ask on the field of battle," she spoke as she moved swiftly, "either respond to the first attacker, or make the choice yourself. Your enemies will never be interested in your opinion on the matter."

[member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Sko'saht]

The Verpine eyed the sword she pulled out, unusual design to say the least with most of the weight focused towards the tip. It was clearly made for hacking and cutting so when she made a dart forwards to threaten his legs he just withdrew. His front foot followed the rear as he rotated sideways hunching down into a stable fighting position. The shatter pistol in his right hand was held low as he fired twice aimed roughly at her center of mass. "Sloppy" he barked out through the speakers in his helmet and the Dinu'ul erupted from his wrist into a two foot blue glowing field of energy. He held it out at chest height and slightly to his left with the front facing her at a slant, he continued to withdraw and keep up the near silent pistol fire from under it.

His compound eyes amplified the movement of her blade and body went across his vision. She moved fast even with her force powers dulled by the void stone which wasn't reassuring. Against Sith ending the fight quickly was usually the best option and keeping as far away from them as possible tended to help with that. If she was going to use a sword he was going to keep pumping rounds into her until he ran out of ammo. After that he'd have to get creative.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade grinned. He thought she was sloppy; he did not realize she was testing his moves before going in with anything lethal potentially lethal. And although she was indeed fast even without the Force, she was not fast enough to dodge bullets. But that was where the shield of her sword came in, and she pushed the button. While it couldn't entirely stop slugs, it did slow them enough for her armor to take them at a reduced speed, ending in her not really being riddled with holes, but instead forming bruises under otherwise unharmed protective layering. But that pain – she could handle.

For a split of a second Scherezade thought the bug would try to come for her once his shots had been fired, but instead he just kept moving backwards. Smiling, she raised her right arm, the wrist laser shooting her armor, going for his shoulders.

[member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Sko'saht]

Sko took the laser on his left shoulder armor and rolled with it letting the Bes'kar absorb the blast. Rocking backwards with what felt like a hammerblow he took a step back and raised his shield to hold off follow up shots. Throwing his pistol to the side he grabbed onto one of his white phosphorus smoke grenades and detonated it. Smoke billowed out filling the local area with a thick cloud of choking chemical smoke blocking any visual and infrared sensors she might have. Retreating backwards even more and moving to flank he activated one of the best sensors the engineers had put into his armor. An extremely fast series of shrieks echoed from the speakers on his helmet in a frequency designed to be painful to the hearing of humans. This bounced off his surroundings and returned to the sensors in his helmet creating a near real time picture of what was happening.

With his own helmet sealed from the sound and smoke along with now being able to see his opponents outline he took hold of a flash grenade which set the visor to anti-flash. Without the force he highly suspected she'd be blind, near deaf, and unable to anticipate his next move. Shield held to block any attacks on his head and chest he moved forwards with a finger setting the grenade to instant detonation then charged her getting ready to bash the arm holding the sword.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

It was disappointing to see that her laser didn't do enough damage. Preparing for another form of attack, Scherezade saw the grenade tossed her way and recognized it for what it was. Without the Force to help her, she knew her odds of evading the damage were null and void, so instead she switched a weapon; from an empty hand, she now held her Dissuader pistol in her hands, the glitter bullets loaded into it.

In moments she shot four bullets at the bug, knowing that once they hit and exploded the acid that covered them would be causing damage to the suit. It was why she'd designed them in the first place.

Alas, she would not get the joy of seeing it happen. The flash grenade went off and Scherezade cursed, her sight and hearing no damaged. She saw stars, and there was a high pitched beeping noise in her ears. She was susceptible to damage now, and she began to move back, relying on memory to remember what was behind her as she tried to open distance between her and her opponent.

[member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Sko'saht]

One of the shots impacted on his shield and was simply absorbed by it. Moving up and flanking her the intensity of the sonic attacks increased as he got closer and closer until it was practically one tone. That was when he charged, she was a foot taller and likely heavier but he had a lot of mass with his armor on and the smoke blocked all view. He aimed to tackle her with his shield slamming into the arm holding her pistol. His helmet would go into her stomach while his right hand would wrap around her leg and keep it in place so she'd rotate around it with the force of his impact. With a bit of luck she'd be on the ground with an injured leg and he'd still be standing.