// Outer Rim Territories // Corporate Sector // Ninn System //
Engaging the Sith; Surviving the Assassin.
Objective: Sow the Seeds of Discord; Slaughter Sith; Claim Vengeance.
Equipment: See Signature Link.
The envenomed blade never touched the skin at all. In truth, it never made it past the reinforced surface of the Cuissard. Thus, the potent effects that were woven into the artifice of the sword didn’t render themselves unto the supple flesh beneath. Rynn could’ve only imagined what horrors he’d be subjected to if that blade bit into his flesh - rather than the armoured plating protecting his thigh. Knowing the Sith, to which the Mandalorian assumed this shrouded assassin belonged too, the poison would’ve left him utterly crippled and incapable of fighting back. It seemed that those dark reflections of the Jedi relished a battle when their prey couldn’t fight back, as that eliminated the chances of them losing a fair fight. Such callous and dishonourable warriors.
As the blade was drawn from his Cuissard, the Rally Master watched the impossible unfold before his very eyes in the wake of the newly discharged repulsor blast. The assassin seemingly recognized the danger scant moments before the device erupted and contorted her body accordingly. There was less surface area that the burst of artificial gravity struck, meaning that it was unlikely that the woman would be thrown from her feet. A truth that played out before his eyes as the repulsor burst hit true and pushed the woman away from the Mandalorian - and closer towards the Sith Duelist. There was even a moment that looked as if the woman might’ve lost her balance, but that was soon swept aside as the powers of her mental acuity kept her upright.
This woman, whoever she might be, was not only a capable assassin but a competent Force wielder as well. If Rynn wasn’t a Mandalorian, let alone a Rally Master of the Death Watch, the man would’ve likely been dead already. His cooling corpse would’ve been just another body to carpet the surface of Ninn. Thankfully, the Fates were kind this day.
When the feminine assassin regained her footing, her twinned envenomed blades were held out before her - but she made no move to attack. Instead, the trio of fighters formed a rough triangle between themselves. Their eyes dancing between one or the other, doubtlessly waiting for one to make the first move. The Sith Duelist gave voice to their measured excitement as they stated that they were looking forward to this. Rynn was about to ask if the armoured figure saw their encounter in a vision and was eagerly anticipating seeing the outcome unfold before their very eyes. But, the Mandalorian bit his tongue. There was no point in asking about prophecy, as it was nothing more than a fickle mistress.
The future was ever-changing, and nothing ever good came from adhering to the maddened whispers of a prophet.
Just as the Rally Master brought both of his pistols to bear down upon the two Sith, the Duelist acted first. Through means unseen, the armoured figure unclasped their vambrace and catapulted it towards the Mandalorian. Rynn reacted accordingly by taking a step backwards and brought up his arm to shield himself from the improvised projectile. He could’ve just let the armoured bracer bounce off his armour, as the telekinetically thrown piece wouldn’t have inflicted much damage. His impact gel would’ve drank in the kinetic energy as the aqueous substance hardened. But, as the man was a Sith - who knew what could’ve happened if that eventuality came to pass? The armour could’ve been infused with dark magics and bound itself to the Mandalorian - possibly even sapping him of his strength or will to live.
With the catapulted vambrace striking Rynn’s own, the Rally Master watched as the Duelist threw himself at the Sith assassin. As dark magics invisibly coursed through the figure’s veins, the Sith leapt forward with his blades held close to his form - likely shielding himself whilst his flanks were exposed. The Rally Master couldn’t get a shot off, as his right arm was raised and the Pistol that was pointed as the Assassin didn’t have a chance in hell to strike the swift-moving Duelist. Instead, he could only watch as the armoured figure struck the planet’s surface and crouched low. The movement was fluid as the man’s momentum carried his body forward - allowing him to throw a sweeping kick towards the woman’s planted feet.
If the blow struck, she’d likely lose her balance… which would leave the Mandalorian with the high ground.
He had to act quickly. The Sith were momentarily focused on one-another, leaving him free to operate as he pleased. That was a dangerous play, and Rynn couldn’t help but grin maliciously. Like his brothers and sisters elsewhere on the planet’s surface, the Rally Master would capitalize on this newly presented advantage. His visor’s false-firelight danced before the man’s twinned retinae before chiming harmoniously as a target-lock was achieved. While his right vambrace was pointed to the heavens, a dozen miniature rockets were remotely triggered and protruded from their clustered housings. Their lights pulsed twice as they received the targeting telemetry from Rynn’s visor and were rapidly ejected as the magnetic accelerators activated and catapulted them towards their targets.
These nano-missiles, launched from a honeycombed apparatus, were known as whistling birds in the Mandalorian tongue. Their technology was once thought lost. But, as the Death Watch found themselves in possession of a databank - rife with technologies from before the dark ages - they started to make a resurgence in the modern era. What made these whistling birds deadly was they appeared to be nothing more than blaster bolts. But, the truth of their lethality lay beneath the miniaturized surface. Not only were they capable of chasing their targets with relative ease, but they were highly explosive, as each carried enough of a punch to blow a hole through a lightly armoured opponent.
As the Sith Duelist was the most heavily armoured of the two Sith, Rynn expected that the whistling birds would do little more than enrage the man. But, where the Sith Assassin was concerned? Who knew what would happen.
Khamul Kryze
Rynn Vizsla
