SO Tournament Round 1: Thengil Ri'Shajirr vs Darth Eversor

[Lord Ajihad]

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The Time Foundry, the Chiloon Rift​

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Back in the heyday of the Primeval, the Chiloon Rift served as the seat of power for Zambrano the Hutt and his fellow zealots of Balagoth. The Rift was a massive asteroid field with a few planets situated here and there. However, its most unique aspect was the Bubble of the Lost.​

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Simply put, the Bubble was an anomaly in space-time located in the center of the asteroid field. The closer to the center you got, the more of a distortion in time there was. Time inside the zone moved five times faster than that of the outside world, making it a potentially very valuable military asset. However, the area also had a downside. Living creatures lost their sanity rather quickly inside the Bubble. Their simple minds just couldn't seem to keep up with the differing time speeds.​

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Right in the middle of the anomaly was an automated shipyard, the Time Foundry. Given its location, it was able to produce ships five times faster than any other shipyard in the galaxy. Today, it would be used as an arena for the two Sith about to participate in mortal combat. They would stand at opposite ends of the station, though they were separated by a massive durasteel blast door. As soon as the doors opened they would be permitted to engage one another in a duel until one was incapacitated. They would do well to remember that if they took too long, they would surely go insane.​

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The station's alarms would blare, the doors slowly sliding open to show how truly massive the Foundry was.​

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It had begun.​

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[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] l [member="Darth Eversor"]​

 

[TB-705]

The automated shipyard was not intended to sustain life. Considerations commonplace in civilization found no analogue here: the cold air leeched warmth; the stale, steel surfaces held no pleasing aesthetic, favoring function entirely over form; and the only sound issued from the mechanical clunking of machinery or the creaking of the station's hull.

Thengil Ri'shajirr watched impassively as the blast door slid away. Save for face and mane, his body hid beneath the biofiber and armor weave of an exosuit. Two vibrodaggers sat like twin threats in their sheaths at his hips. When his paws curled and uncurled, they did so within the confines of clawed gauntlets.

Scarred muzzle painted in the red dye of the norris root, Thengil prowled forward with an easy gait. Eyes of paralytic yellow swept this way and that, alert for the unexpected.

[member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]