Faction The New Jedi Order - Saber Tourney

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two. Give me some more moves to add to my collection." Drystan smirked, giving a small nod.


"Either way, we should put on a good show—seeing as we're one of the only two pairs of knights in this little tournament."

It was ironic, he thought. His eyes were his greatest tool—trained to gather every minute detail of movement, allowing him to replicate anything he saw with near-perfection. And in front of him stood Aadihr—who had no eyes at all, relying on completely different methods to observe his surroundings. The thought lingered for only a moment before Drystan snapped his focus forward.

Odd. Aadihr's stance was more open than he had anticipated. But that was fine. Perhaps it was intentional. Still, that pike had the advantage in reach—contesting it outright would be reckless. Better to close the distance.

With a strong step forward, he lunged, his boot kicking up a small cloud of dust. His lone arm cocked back, saber ready in his grip. Between the moment the dust kicked up and the time it began to settle—Drystan was already on him. His approach was relentless, driving in with a swift flurry of close-quarters strikes, pressing into Aadihr's space before that pike could be brought to bear.

Aadihr Lidos

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"Certainly, let's give a demonstration worthy of the rank," Aadihr replied.

Every muscle was coiled and ready to spring, and timing would be paramount.

The dust of the ring was an advantage Aadihr could act upon. That and the reach of his pike were paramount to Aadihr standing a chance against the more experienced combatant - and naturally it would be the first advantage Drystan would neutralize.

As soon as Drystan made the first move, Aadihr darted in forward to meet him halfway, dropping the blade of the pike to the ground and instead deflecting the barrage of Drystan's strikes with the phrik haft of his polearm at a lightning pace as one would with a saber, albeit with haphazard form; flashing flares of light at every collision illuminating the arena like a strobe.

At the same time, the blind Knights' Pike swiped its plasma blade near the ground, heating the air. Rapid expansion of air and water vapor swirled in the path of the blade along dusty ground of the arena. A cloud gradually kicked up, not nearly enough to obscure view of the battle, but enough to irritate the eyes - eyes that only one combatant had.

A few clashes, dodges, and parries sparked, pressing Aadihr back until he disengaged suddenly into the dust cloud - leaping back and finally lifting the blade of the pike to point between himself and the Jedi Shadow he faced.

The maneuver was bit dirty, a bit underhanded, both literal and figurative, but at least now he was in a position to utilize the strengths of his unique form of Soresu with a polearm.

As he advanced once more for the next clash, Aadihr went on the offensive, stabbing and round strikes, semicircular cuts to leverage the disparity of distance and keep the more skilled opponent at bay.

Aadihr tried to get an opening by deflecting Drystan's saber and pulling the pike back to clear the colliding blades quickly enough to thrust inside Drystan's guard - a safe if easily thwarted maneuver.

Drystan Creed​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: | Lightsabers

Valery studied Corin for a moment, taking in the subtle — and not-so-subtle — changes that marked the years between them. He had always carried weight on his shoulders, but now it was heavier, settled deep into his presence, etched into the way he stood, the way his gaze moved across the arena below. His eyes, once sharp and bright, now held something else entirely — something colder, something worn.

Take him further?

She tilted her head slightly at the choice of words, curiosity flickering in her fiery gaze. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Her arms remained loosely crossed as she followed his gaze to Braze. "He can be a little... chaotic," she admitted, "But he's come a long way. Sharp instincts, strong will — though he's not the best at keeping his mouth shut when he probably should." A small chuckle left her lips. "But I suppose that's part of his charm."

Her gaze flicked back to Corin, quieter now, more observant. "You've changed too," she noted, though not with judgment — just recognition. The Jedi Order had been moving forward, evolving, and Corin had gone his own way. But even away from the Temple, from the structured discipline of the Jedi, she could feel it.

Whatever path he had walked, it had shaped him.

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
TAG: Valery Noble

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"I see," said Corin, his arms folding across his chest. He seemed to continue to examine Braze, ever curious as to his actions the duel to be. Chaotic and with a mouth that would put him trouble, now who did that remind Corin of... He tempted a smile, but held it in. His introduction to his former classmates, all those years ago, had been rudely referring to the Silver Jedi guests after all.

He turned to Master Noble, next. He appeared almost embarrassed from her words, "I suppose I have. It's been a long time."

Though Corin shook that sentiment off, his features twisting back into that unreadable stillness, reserved and stoic. "Braze tracked me down on Lothal, asked me to help him find Jasper. He told me he was taken aboard a Tho Yor and has been missing since. I last heard Jasper was on the council, and if these people can kidnap a council member, I needed to know if Braze could handle himself enough to face them."

"Otherwise," Corin cast an almost solemn look towards the arena grounds, "I would have no choice but to leave Braze here and continue alone."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: | Lightsabers

Valery's expression shifted subtly at Corin's words. The weight in his tone, the way his gaze lingered on Braze, the sheer seriousness of it all — it settled into her, deeper than she expected. She had known Corin as a fighter, a Knight who had carved his own path, but this was something more. A personal mission, perhaps?

She exhaled slowly, her fiery gaze flicking back to the sparring arena. "Jasper stepped down from the Council quite a while ago," she murmured, "He helped form the Tingel Arm Coalition, fought against the Empire of the Lost, worked to protect those beyond the Core. His work out there was important." Her brow furrowed, concern creeping into her voice as she continued, "It saddens me that he's missing."

Valery fell silent for a moment, watching Braze continue his fight. He was still young, still reckless in ways that reminded her of others she had trained. But he was growing and learning, every day.

Her gaze drifted back to Corin. "If there's anything I can do to help," she said finally, her voice steady, certain, "Please, let me know. Supplies, resources — whatever you need." A pause, and then, more quietly, "And if it ever comes to it… if I'm called on myself, I will come to help Jasper as well." She already would have, if her attention wasn't already split in 20 different directions.

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
TAG: Valery Noble

It was strange to hear that all his former classmates had accomplished so much. Some had risen so far as to become members of the council, while others had taken on students of their own; veterans of wars, heroes of battles, and champions of the people. Corin disappeared into the wilderness of space to pursue a fruitless goal, abandoning all those that might have needed him, and come back with only scars to show for it.

The consequences of his solitude weighed on him lately, but somehow still Corin had known it to be his destined path.

"Then people will be glad once Braze brings him back," he decided.

Corin offered a slow, sage nod in appreciation to the offer of assistance.

"I wanted to know if there was anyone in the order well-informed on Force imbued artifacts? Braze and Jasper share a pair of charms that will tell the other owner if they're still wearing it. I was hoping someone could take a look at it, to see if we could determine some kind of tracking method on that signal, or presence."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: | Lightsabers

Valery's expression softened slightly at Corin's words. Jasper had always been a beacon — someone who dedicated himself to the people, to the Jedi, to the greater good. A true hero, in every sense of the word. His absence was felt, whether the younger Jedi realized it or not. "Everybody will be glad when Jasper's back," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of certainty. "He's done so much for the Order and the galaxy. He deserves to come home."

When Corin brought up the charms, Valery's gaze flicked toward him. That could be a lead. A connection — something to work with. She lifted a hand to her chin, thinking for a moment before nodding.

"There are a few people who might be able to help with that," she said. "Knight Ran Serys is in charge of the Jedi Archives now. She's an explorer, well-versed in ancient artifacts, history, and the Force's mysteries. If there's anything to be uncovered about those charms, she might have some insight."

She paused, then added, "My husband, Kahlil, might be another option. He understands artifacts and Force bonds on a deeper level than most. If anyone could track a presence through something like this, it might be him."

Her own knowledge of such things was... limited. She had worked with artifacts before, learned about them, but nothing truly advanced. The Dyad she shared with Kahlil had given her a unique perspective on Force bonds, but even that wasn't something she fully understood.

"I can try to help myself," she admitted, "But my understanding of artifacts is mostly surface level. My Dyad gives me some insight into deeper connections, though... that's something." Her arms crossed lightly as she studied Corin, searching for his reaction.

"If you want, I can reach out to Ran or Kahlil. See what they can find."

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Braze]

“Rust huh? Why does that sound a bit unflattering, like I'm weathered and crusty?” Ko replied with a tinge of amusement over Braze's comment on his appearance. “But getting used to my eyes has been a journey in itself. Sometimes I’m tempted to simply close them instead. To once again perceive the world was translucent geometry. However, to read again like I used to has made it all worth it.”

TAGS: Ko Vuto

Braze cross-stepped to his left, keeping his hips leveled, his stance fluid. Ko turned with him, mirroring his motion. It was almost ceremonial in a way—a dance neither of them had to rehearse.

"Rust can be a pretty color," Braze mused, his voice light, teasing. "Even got a kind of… 'rust-ic' charm." He pivoted, circling Ko in measured steps.

He struck deliberately, not to land a hit, but to ask a question before pulling back. Even in saber combat Braze was trying to ;talk' to Ko. a friendly talk but edged with graceful poetic and yet playful air.

"Haven't you learned to do both simultaneously yet?" Braze continued, his voice easy, conversational. The cadence of their sparring was its own rhythm, a back-and-forth dialogue of movement.


Braze's lips curled, the ghost of a smirk as he sidestepped, matching Ko's rhythm. "So, does that mean you've been binge-reading all the Atrisian graphic novels you missed while you were blind?" He leaned into the tease, coaxing Ko to strike, and deflecting a strike rather than blocking—treading lightly, playful.

He let a beat pass, then feigned a moment of contemplation, circling. "What was the backlog? A few dozen volumes? A hundred? You do have years to catch up on, after all."

A mockingly grave nod followed. "I'm just saying… if I suddenly regained my sight, I might have loftier priorities than rereading the Twelve Blades of Crimson Moon saga for the tenth time."

Another side-step, a quick flick of movement delivering... an intentional miss.

"Or," Braze continued, voice lilting with mischief, "is it different now? Seeing the art again. Not just the words, but the strokes, the colors, the way ink bleeds into the page?" He was light on his feet. "Or are you just realizing some of those dramatic panel layouts made way more sense when you were trying your hand at reading them with the Force instead?"

He grinned, teasing but curious, waiting to see if Ko would parry with 'words' or strikes.

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[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

As Drystan pressed the attack, he cursed under his breath as clouds of dust and smoke kicked up from their clashes. So this was his strategy. Aadihr was cutting off his sight, his greatest asset, forcing him to fight within an obscured battlefield.

Against a different opponent, Drystan would have shut off his saber, using the environment to mask his next move. But Aadihr didn't rely on sight. No, this was a one-sided hamstringing of his senses.

While Drystan struggled to adjust, Aadihr fought at full capacity. And now, he was forced onto the defensive, using his singular arm to parry and deflect the oncoming strikes of his opponent's saber pike.

Smart. Aadihr was using dust and distance to control the fight.

But while Drystan was able to repel the attacks, it didn't feel as if he was simply defending. It felt like he was being kept at bay.

Still, the dust cloud was more than just an inconvenience. It was a problem—one that was nearly impossible to counter without the use of the Force.

Aadihr's next movement came quickly, forcing Drystan to react. He shifted his blade, barely deflecting the second strike in time.

He had an idea. Even within the choking haze, their plasma blades remained visible, their glow cutting through the swirling dust. That was the key.

Drystan honed in on the blade itself, its movements sharper against the obscured backdrop. Then—he moved.

With a quick dash, he entered the dust cloud, his form vanishing into the swirling chaos.

For a brief second, he searched. His eyes tracking for the telltale glow of Aadihr's saber pike. And then, he struck.

Drystan launched an aggressive assault, mixing in a near-perfect Djem So vertical strike, aiming to break both the guard and the tempo of his opponent in one decisive motion.

Aadihr Lidos

 

[Pan]

Coruscant
Tags: Vera Noble

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Then, with a sharp pivot, she stepped into her own strike. A smooth horizontal swing, aimed toward his midsection — not reckless, but just slow enough to be telegraphed.

"Woah!"

Pan leaned back in an unnatural way, his body bending backwards as though he were a blade of grass in strong wind. His body, though appearing more humanoid at the moment, was anything but. He was of a different kind of organic, composed entirely of plant DNA. To that end he had a few more tools in his kit to move away from attacks.

He grinned a little. The half-Epicanthix's form was slower, but it was clear she was easing into things. She must be wicked strong if she was starting out cautiously.

"Alright then, I won't hold back either," he decided.

Pan jumped back before performing a thrust, an attack which wouldn't reach at the distance he made for himself. His arm, however, didn't stop, growing and stretching to send the attack out further from his body as though he were made of rubber. An optical illusion, of course. He was only growing.

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
TAG: Valery Noble

Everybody in the order. Hm. Did Corin know the order anymore? This place sure has changed.

"If you can send word, I can send Braze to them." He nodded, "He said it was from Eshan. I have doubts it will lead to much, if a Tho Yor had been what had taken Jasper. Still, I would rather remove all options."

Corin failed to find Dagon. He would not fail to find Jasper. For Braze's sake, he would tell himself, but there was another guiding force at hand.

He allowed a silence to linger, to sit in the air and wait. Corin continued to look down upon the arena, a quiet longing sat in his changed eyes. A yearning, full to the brim with nostalgia that teetered on a sadness.

"It seems so long ago that we all had our own sparring duels," he lamented. "Hm."

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Open

So, uh, Diogo was here.

A last minute shuffle. The tournament hadn't been high on his radar, and having spent the last few weeks training on Selvaris, he kinda forgot to sign up. But, right time, right place.

Diogo casually leaned on the wall, chewing on his lower lip, as he glanced at the display screens to see if the bracket had any open spots left. If there weren't any, he was content to watch Vera lose to a tree.

TAGS: Diogo Talon

Valor brushed past Diogo, not quite a full collision, but enough force behind the shoulder check to make it deliberate.


"You looking to fight," he said, voice even,"or just stand there chewing your lip?"

He didn't stop walking, not at first. Just let the words settle, weighty without effort. Then, after a moment or three he stepped up to the display screen, passing a glance at it as he added his name to the bracket. Arms crossed, weight settled on to one foot.

"There's a spot open." A pause, then a smirk just sharp enough to dig. "Unless you're just here to watch Vera get outclassed by a tree."
No real saber hung at his belt, just one of the simple training sabers from the racks, the kind with a lock on it. A borrowed thing.

He was no one's Padawan, just an initiate, a hopeful waiting to be chosen. Valor had come here to get attention from someone. Braze was already well on his way, field-promoted to Knight, while Valor hadn't even caught a master's eye yet.

He couldn't let that stand.

This was the perfect opportunity to show off his saber prowess, and he fully intended to prove he was a caliber above the rest.

 

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: New Jedi Order Temple, Coruscant
Objective: 1
Tag: Braze

Braze's lips curled, the ghost of a smirk as he sidestepped, matching Ko's rhythm. "So, does that mean you've been binge-reading all the Atrisian graphic novels you missed while you were blind?" He leaned into the tease, coaxing Ko to strike, and deflecting a strike rather than blocking—treading lightly, playful.

He let a beat pass, then feigned a moment of contemplation, circling. "What was the backlog? A few dozen volumes? A hundred? You do have years to catch up on, after all."

“More or less, yes. Getting to enjoy the illustrations more fully now is nice.” It was interesting for Ko to get to compare and contrast it with his own ideas of how things played out in his head.

A mockingly grave nod followed. "I'm just saying… if I suddenly regained my sight, I might have loftier priorities than rereading the Twelve Blades of Crimson Moon saga for the tenth time."

Ko frowned some under his mask before replying, “Perhaps it can be arranged for you to lose your hearing for a few years. After which you might just wanna relax and listen to some music.” He said trying to give some idea as to why he hasn’t pursued such ‘lofty goals.’ Although it did give the overly responsible Kel Dor some tinge of regret. Reminding him that he very well might be wasting his time with things like that. All the while Braze poked and jabbed towards him with words and his blade Ko kept his distance.

At the final provocation Ko finally intercepted with a determined upward slash of his blade from its low rearward guard, swatting away Braze’s training saber. Now holding the hilt up close to his head in both hands with the blade pointed directly at Braze now, stepping closer as he did so. Only for the echani teen to back away, they were staying light on their feet.

The boulder that was Ko had managed to roll down its cliff a bit before suddenly stopping against a sturdy rock formation. Still possessing immense potential energy. Maintaining his guard Ko finally replied. “Admittedly, it has been a bit embarrassing to see how my calligraphy has suffered since going blind…” Ko confessed. “... But there is a raw and natural beauty in how messy it is. My favorite piece now is one I did where I accidentally brushed the paper not with ink, but instead with the water I used to clean the brush. The characters were so faint you could hardly see them.” Perhaps this was all representative of Kel Dor not feeling held back by his time with the disability.

“Now are you going to take me seriously as your competition or have I made a mistake agreeing to this.” Ko had some to not care much for the conversational aspects of Echani martial arts. He was here to win a duel, not a debate with the airy teen.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Zaiya's grin widened as she watched Aris Noble approach his opponent. So her name was Tigris ? With the Jedi Order being as massive as it was, she hadn't met the dusky-skinned Padawan before -- nor the one ( Everest Vale ) hovering close by, clearly a friend.

Her mottled spots flickered a curious shade of bright orange as she tilted her head, studying them. New faces. New dynamics. It was always interesting to see how different Jedi interacted, especially in the heat of a match.

A gentle nudge from Domxite pulled her from her thoughts, and Zaiya's smile brightened, her bioluminescence flaring with a soft, contented teal.

"Yeah, you're right," she said, moving to quickly turn to go up to the benches. She didn't want to miss a thing. Already she could hear the clashing of sabers.

"Let's find the best seats in the house!"

 

[Tigris]

Outfit
lightsaber

Tigris's anticipation that her larger opponent's momentum would carry him past her, leaving an opening for a strike, was thwarted when Aris solidly planted his foot and halted his movement. Her intended strike was thrown off, and Aris' threw his own strike. The two blades met with a glancing deflection, emitting an electric his and the smell of ozone. The power of his strike bounced her blade nearly to the tattooed padawan's face before the weapons slid apart, revealing her lesser experience with a lightsaber.

Their first engagement revealed what Tigris expected from Aris Noble, a challenge. His strength was controlled. She bounded backwards quickly with feline grace, resuming her fighting stance, but moving slowing on the balls of her feet, again coiling her muscles for an explosion of movement.

Everest Vale Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: | Lightsabers

Valery nodded at Corin's words, already reaching for her comm as she did. Ran Serys will be able to help. Of that, she had no doubt. If there was even the slightest trace of a connection to be found in those charms, she would uncover it. With a flick of her fingers, she sent a brief message, detailing what Corin had told her and requesting that Ran take a closer look.

"It's done," she murmured, slipping the device back into her pocket "I'll make sure she keeps Braze in the loop. If there's anything to find, we'll know soon enough."

She let the words settle, but when Corin spoke again, her attention shifted. The way he looked down at the sparring arenas, the quiet longing in his voice — it was rare to see him like this. She had seen so many young Jedi grow and change, seen them forge their own paths. Some strayed further than others, but in moments like these, they always carried a piece of who they once were.

Valery chuckled softly. "To me, it was only yesterday that I had to break up a Padawan fighting ring," she mused, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I don't recall exactly who was all there anymore, but I'm quite sure that was your generation."

She let that sit between them for a beat, then shook her head with a knowing smile. "Time does move fast, though. Too fast, sometimes." Her gaze flicked back to him, quieter now.

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Pan

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Vera barely had time to register the shift before his wooden blade smacked into her side. "Oh, what the—?" she grunted, stumbling back a step as she blinked at him in surprise. Had his arm just—? Her eyes flicked down, watching as his limb returned to its normal length, realization dawning fast. "Okay, that was cool," she admitted, shaking off the sting with a grin. "Did not see that coming."

But she wasn't about to let him keep the upper hand.

The moment Pan landed, Vera moved fast. Her footwork sharp and precise. She surged forward, blade cutting through the air in a clean, controlled arc. And just as she closed the distance, he would feel it.

Gravity itself shifted.

It wasn't sudden, not enough to send him sprawling, but it was there. A force weighing him down, slowing his reaction just enough to throw off his rhythm. Vera's signature trick. "Gotta be quicker than that, Pan," she teased, her grin playful but sharp as she followed through with her swing, hoping to hit him in return.

A trick her Dad taught her.

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[Iris Arani]

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"It was him and Silas who were fighting. Certainly our generation."

This wasn't the conversation she'd come here for. Zaiya Ceti was here in the temple, which meant even on her off days when she needed to take her extended bacta soaks she could slip out and see her Padawan. She wasn't here to see anyone else. But he was here. Corin was here. She paused as she glanced between Corin and Valery, her expression predominately blank.

Then without a word further she stepped away to more or less retreat to her Padawan's side.

".. So why aren't you fighting?"

Zaiya Ceti | Valery Noble | Corin Trenor

 

[Diogo Talon]

Tag: Valor the Forsaken

Diogo craned his neck, watching Vera and tree guy duke it out. He anxiously chewed his lip, wincing when Vera took a... branch to the side. That was gonna leaf a mark. But then the little Noble brat grinned and went on the offensive. Dio was about to fist pump, but then some white haired bantha fodder shoulder checked him, wrenching his attention away.

"What the hell, man?"

"You looking to fight," he said, voice even,"or just stand there chewing your lip?"

"There's a spot open." A pause, then a smirk just sharp enough to dig. "Unless you're just here to watch Vera get outclassed by a tree."

Diogo rubbed his shoulder, and eagerly stepped forward. "Yeah, let's fight," he said bitterly. "But you're barking up the wrong tree. I'ma kick your ass."

Moving to the nearest open dueling area, he completed a series of basic stretches before unclipping his lightsaber hilt. Dio sprung the blue blade to life with a practiced flick of the activation switch. "Ready when you are."

 

[Brander]

Brander had come to spectate. Aris Noble was fighting a girl. He hadn't spoken to his teacher's Padawan since their first meeting, so it was interesting to see what he could do—or would do—against an opponent who outclassed himself in ways Brander never could live up to.

Then there was Aadihr Lidos . Brander wanted to see what he could do, too. He'd already witnessed firsthand what the man could accomplish with just a stick. And now, surrounded by so many talented fighters, he found himself eager to learn, to catch anything useful.

He shifted for a better view of his teacher's performance, hoping to pick up something neat.

"Kick his butt, Master Lidos!" he called from his spectator spot.