Through The Sands Of Time Our Fates Are Defined.

[Triton Kozak]

It worked. Triton threw the young hunter off his guard but only for a second because the Mando took a few steps back. The troublemaker's gaze fell upon the Sith blade. He watched as lightning continued to dance on the blade, the dark aura surrounding the blade. He tested it's weight a bit, he had become used to it by now, something he never thought possible.

Tritons peering eyes would make their way back to the Mandolorian just as his arm began to lift. Triton knew what was coming, a blaster bolt. The teen brought the With blade parallel to his body to ready himself for when the bolt would fire. Yet it wasn't a bolt that made its way through the nozzle, but that of fire. Triton panicked a bit, he was never in a situation where he had to deal with a flamethrower.the burst of fire swept downwards then up. Triton as the flames clouded as it got farther from it's original source. He grinned as he began to step back, he only just planted his right foot back a step when a sensation of pain shot through his leg and lingered there. The smell of burning flesh would instantly hit his nose.

The teen's left leg had caught fire. Triton jumped back a few feet to gain some distance, he hoped he did not just fall into the Mandolorian's plan. His leg was still aflame, but Triton was more concerned about the flamethrower. The teen felt anger grow with each passing second as the fire lingered on his leg. This amplified the blade even more, the dancing lightning quickened it's pace, and the dark aura intensified. The teen wouldn't survive long if he attacked the flamer head on, but if he didn't do something, he'd be cooked.

Triton tested the sword's weight one more time before looking to his burning leg. It was useless to hide the pain he was feeling so he let his tears fall. With all his strength he would bring the bulky with blad above his head then on the downswing he would release it partway allowing the blade to fly from his hand, aiming for the Mandolorian's shoulder.

As soon as the blade left his hand, the teen would drop down on one knee, allowing the fire to be smothered by the mud. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nose. Triton went from taking a knee to crouching which took a lot of strength for him to do. He waited for his chance to charge to the Mando, all it took was his blade connecting. Even if it didn't it would be the perfect distraction.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Having singed [member="Triton Kozak"]'s leg, the Mandalorian would smirk beneath his helmet, chuckling briefly due to his slight triumph. Perhaps his foe was not as dangerous as he thought, and he had only been intimidated into thinking so. Though the Acolyte had managed to get out of the flames range, his armoured foe had a different idea in mind, lifting his opposite arm and once more aiming directly at the Sith apprentice. Believing Triton to be too preoccupied with his burning leg, the Mandalorian prepared to fire his whipcord launcher and ensnare that very same leg.

Just before pressing the activation button for the gadget, the dark force sword came flying through the air in a mad rotation, piercing through a weak spot in the armours shoulder padding. Crying out in pain, the rookie warrior was sent flying backwards, slamming into a tree and slumping down onto the ground. He was unable to move, as he struggled to free his arm of the weapon that weighed him down.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The would of the Mandolorian's chuckle filled the teen's head, his confidence would not last long because soon after came a shriek of pain. A smile would plaster itself on Triton's face. He watched the Mandolorian hunter stumble back into a tree and slumped to the ground, the Mando seemed to be unable to free himself. Triton rose from his crouched position. He was happy the attack had worked.

He slowly made his way over to the tree where the Mandolorian sat stuck. Triton had no clue what to do, he wasn't expecting to get this far. Triton stood in front of the Mando and looked to his blade. Then to the black T-Visor helmet. The would reach down and pull off the Mando's helmet.

As it began to slip off his head, Triton would smirk.

"I assume you Mandolorians wear helmets to hide your fear in battle...Or is it to hide your fear from chicks." He paused as he pulled the rest of the helmet off, then casted it off to the side. He would then push the sword deeper into the wound.

"I want to see the pain on your face. You caused me too much trouble." He'd say as he continued to put pressure on the weapon.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Unable to free the blade from his shoulder, the Mandalorian began to calm himself, clenching his teeth and breathing loudly as he mustered up the courage to work through the pain. He knew that there was little chance for victory, considering [member="Triton Kozak"] who had begun to approach along with the state his arm was in. The intense sharpness of the weapon had been lost with the Acolyte's throw, its direct connection to a flowing energy source having been cut off upon release.

However, it had still been modified via alchemy, possessing traits akin to a lightsaber for what it was worth. As the Sith leaned down to removed his helmet, the young warrior's eyes glared back at him with a ferocious hatred, his entire body lurching forward despite the pressure being exerted upon the weapon.

Taking advantage of Triton's small talk that he appeared to be ever so fond of, the Mandalorian would scream out in primal rage, his shoulder up along the blades length as he impaled himself further on it. Leading with his head, the hunter aimed to close the extremely short distance between the two with a powerful headbutt, one that would daze the Acolyte if it successfully impacted. It was a gutsy move, one that probably would not be expected by most.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The harsh gaze of the Mandolorian was met by Triton's blazing yellow eyes. Triton watched him try his best to ignore the pain of the blade and the troublemaker's small talks and attempts to get under the Hunter's skin. It failed when he heard the war cry of the Mandolorian. A split second later the Mandolorian pushed himself further down the blade, leading with his head, Triton had no time to act and was met with a powerful headbutt.

Triton fell on his back and kept his eyes shut. He moved his hand up to his face, holding his nose. It seemed as if everything around him disappeared. He was pretty sure his nose was broken. The teen laid on the ground not caring about the Mandolorian. He ran his hands over his nose.

"Yep that's definitely broken...Chit" he said as he set it back into place. It hurt like hell. Being headbutted reminded him of the time he got into a fight with a mercenary over who would be paying the tab...Of course Triton lost, but only because the man was a foot taller than him. Triton was headbutted then thrown over the bar into the shelf.

Though this hurt a bit more, not physically, but Triton's pride. He had the Mandolorian pinned and he allowed himself to get cocky. He opened his eyes and looked up to the sky, his vision was still blurry but he rose anyway he tried to shake away the blurriness but it still lingered.

He brought his hand up to his eye, it all of a sudden got bright. He looked to the Mandolorian and put up his fists.

He would continue to shake his head, he would attempt to not be caught off guard again.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Leaning forward, the Mandalorian would slowly raise himself back onto his feet, dazed briefly after delivering the successful headbutt. Though his arm was useless and leaking blood, the hunter had decided to die, but not without a fight first. After regaining as much composure as he could, the armored warrior began to pace about the jungle clearing in circles, weary of approaching his foe in his current state. The blade was still lodged in his arm, the young man was worried that removing it without surgical precision could cause further injuries, ultimately hampering his chance of victory. Plus, he didn't want this savage to get his hands on it again. Even if there were anymore tricks up his sleeve, the Mandalorian was unable to perform any of them due to the damage he had sustained during the battle.

It had all happened so fast too, it was hard to believe that death loomed so closely. Shouting out a ferocious battle-cry, the warrior charged forward and began to unleash a barrage of kicks upon his foe. He led with the leg opposite to his penetrated shoulder, wanting to keep the force sword out of [member="Triton Kozak"]'s reach at all costs. He aimed to disrupt the Acolyte's footing, and also proceeded to swing with his functioning arm at the Sith's face.

 

[Triton Kozak]

​Triton watched closely as the Mandolorian circled him again. The troublemaker's blurred vision only furthered his rage to his enemy. His vison was finally starting to clear up, Triton was pretty sure that he had a slight concussion from the Hunter's headbutt. Triton spit he was going to make the Mandolorian pay for messing with him.

Triton was ready when the Mandolorian yelled out yet another war-cry. Triton watched as the Hunter started to kick Triton, the troublemaker was surprised that his adversary still had fight in him, he half expected the Mando to crawl away like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. Then it hit him...it was a Mandolorian, they were all about fighting. Triton grinned that would make his enemy's death much sweeter.

Triton saw the Mandolorian's left hand shoot out at an attempt to connect with the Sith's face.Triton would put his right arm up to block the hit. Once the Mando's arm connected with Triton's the teen would then attempt to grab the same arm and pull the Mando closer, if it succeeded Triton would reach for the Sith blade and try and remove it. If the initial attempt at grabbing the hunter's arm failed then it'd leave triton wide open for the Mando's follow up attack.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

If [member="Triton Kozak"] had gone up against an experienced Mandalorian, things might not have went as well as they had for him. The warrior he faced was no doubt fully trained, but he shared something in common with the Acolyte, that being that they had little time in the field under their belts. Regardless, they had both been taught much in their youths, and had proved to be formidable combatants in their own rights. Though he had been afraid at first, the young hunter had accepted the reality of his situation whilst battling the savage. With his leading arm completely disabled, he knew that there was no winning this battle and had half the mind to concede victory to his opponent.

The others back at the camp knew not to interfere with the rite of passage, and his family members were off planet elsewhere. No one was coming to save him, not while he was this far out in the jungle. All of this and more ran through his mind as he sent kicks towards the Sith, but these would not be his final thoughts. Shooting out with a balled fist, the Mandalorian found that his blow had been blocked swiftly by his foe, who had a lot more technique than he initially thought. Feeling the grip of Triton's hold around his limb, the hunter was pulled forward almost into an embrace, but knew it was not the friendly sort as the force sword began to tear up the flesh of his arm, making him cry out in agony.

Being in such close proximity, the Mandalorian attempted to tuck his caught arm beneath Triton's armpit, flexing his muscles in hopes of creating a lock under the Acolyte's shoulder. While the blade had been freed, the fight was not over yet. The jetpack on his back activated, powerful enough to propel both of them high above the trees if the hunter had been successful. The only thing on his mind now was how to take the Acolyte out along with himself. Perhaps not the most Mandalorian sentiment, but this was more than a rite of passage now.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton felt the Sith blade finally pull free from the young Mandolorian's flesh. The teen would grin at the feeling of the blade's weight in his hand. The feeling would not last long seeing that the Mando hunter would lock his won arm under Triton's and ignite his jetpack propelling the duo high up into the air, Triton frantically looked around as he watched the tree branches quickly flew by. The troublemaker would grip the blade tightly feeling the energy power it up again. The two were getting higher and Triton had a bad feeling about what was to come.

It would be an amazing view...if Triton liked being taken in the air against his will. The truth was being on anything higher than his height gave him chills.

The Troublemaker looked directly into the Mandolorian's eyes. This Mandolorian appeared to be fighting for more than a trial now, it was his life. Triton grunted, it would've been so much easier if the Mando had just surrendered and went back to his camp. Triton didn't get that about Mandolorians, they were too busy caught up in trials and Mandolorian rites of passage to think with their heads.

Triton graped the blade tighter and brought it to the Hunter's torso.

​
"Last chance Mando..." He would grunt as he was kept to the Mando's embrace.


[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The duo's combined weight hindered the jetpack, restricting its full capability as far as altitude went. [member="Triton Kozak"] had not been taken as high up as the Mandalorian had hoped, but to do so had never been the warriors full intention. Instead of flying aimlessly into the sky, the Mandalorian began to lean backwards, using their weight to add a curve to their trajectory that eventually would turn into a full rotation. He aimed to do this once he got a certain distance away from the treetops, using the slight G-force and momentum to hopefully hinder Triton's ability to move further.

Having looped around in the air, the duo were now heading straight for the ground, the Mandalorian's grip never seeming to let up even when the Acolyte began to adjust his weapon. If all went according to plan, the warrior then disengaged his jetpack, letting his arm slip out from under savage in hopes of sending him flying through the treetops and to his death. With any luck the branches would slow their falls, a few broken bones being the least of their concerns once they hit the ground.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The Mandolorian was crazy, that was a simple way to put it. Triton closed his eyes as the slight g-force would set in, the Mandolin had done a loop causing the duo to begin to head in the direction of the ground. Triton hated this, it made him cringe.

Tree's came into view and the Mandolorian's grip seemed to be as tight as ever. That feeling vanished soon after the Mando let go. Fear gripped him and he panicked. He was out of the Mandolorian's grasp. He was quickly falling to the ground.

Soon tree branches would begin to hit him failing to stop him from falling. He would grunt in pain each time he bit a branch, many snaps of the branches were heard.

He would attempt to latch onto a larger branch, but failed his arm hit it hard an audible snap could be heard followed by a hell from Triton, his arm slipped off the branch and he continued to fall.

"Chit chit chit chit chit!" He would say as he noticed the ground getting bigger. He would attempt to slow himself down with the force as he positioned himself over a branch that seemed to be able to hold his weight.

He slowed himself down, but it wasn't enough for a soft landing, he hit the branch hard on his side. And another audible snap would be heard as a couple of Triton's ribs cracked.

He would gasp out in pain not wanting to move for a bit. He watched the blade fall past him . The teen's breathing was a bit laboured, he closed his eyes and let out a breath of relief at least he wasn't dead.

He cursed at Ballen for leaving him on the moon.

He would look over the side of the branch. Still a long way down.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Crazy was a word for it, though the Mandalorian saw it as devotion. He would gladly die if it meant wiping this abomination off the face of the universe. It looked as if that was going to happen, too, for the young warrior soon followed [member="Triton Kozak"]'s descent, slamming into many branches and leaf beds on his way down. The penetrated arm was now broken in several places, as were a few ribs and a leg as the warrior struggled to regain control. His jetpack activated once more, causing him to nearly collide with a tree before he righted himself. Gliding down to the ground, the Mandalorian would collapse upon impact, clearly exhausted and too overcome with pain to continue.

Rolling onto his back, the young man would attempt to control his breathing, overwhelmed by the pain he was experiencing as he reached desperately for his holstered blaster pistol. He couldn't see where the Acolyte was, but he knew that he would come for him eventually. Coughing up blood, the hunter turned his head, letting the crimson liquid drip onto the green blades of grass beneath him. Something had been punctured, and there was little chance of survival unless he was tended to.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The teen got off easy, his breathing was still labored, but he rolled onto his stomach and slowly rose. His left arm was broken, there was no doubt about that, it hurt like a bish. Triton held his side as he looked over the side again. The Mandolorian was somewhere down there. Triton smiled, "Time to find the Mandolorian..." He would say aloud as he stepped to the edge. He took a deep breath and looked to a lower branch on another tree. The teen jumped to it landing nicely atop it. His confidence was slowly coming back to him as he continued down.
...

Soon he was back on the Moon's soil. The troublemaker gazed around fore his blade, finding it lodged in the soil a few feet away. triton pulled it out of the ground and began to walk into a clearing. he looked to his broken arm and a glimpse of white could be seen, his bone was sticking out along with blood surrounding the wound. Looking to the grass he would see a body, It belonged to the Mando. As he got closer he would notice the dark red spilled onto the grass, it was leaking from the man's mouth.

He would look down to him with a grin, his wheezing amused the teen, something was definitely wrong, he would stab the sword into the ground and crouch next to him.

"You're on your last leg Hunter..." He would start as he touched the bone that stuck out of his arm, he gave a little wince, "Anything to say, or will you die in silence...?"

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Darkness faded in and out, as unconsciousness threatened to steal the warrior away. If he were to black out now, it would surely spell his death, not that he hadn't already accepted it. The rookie Mandalorian was in terrible shape, but had performed fairly well considering he fought a Sith Acolyte. The soft crunch of footsteps could be heard as [member="Triton Kozak"] trudged across the grassy clearing, his weapon retrieved and soon once more stabbed into the ground. Looking up through his hazy vision, the young warrior could hardly believe it. More taunts? Looking upon the youth's smug grin, the Mandalorian couldn't help but scowl with unmatched rage, his trembling arm lifting quickly to align itself with the crouched and close Acolyte.

"For Mand'alor," he uttered weakly, the blaster pistol he had kept tucked by his side now aimed directly at Triton's torso. Squeezing down on the trigger, a bolt of yellow energy would surge forth from the weapons barrel, closing what little distance there was between the duo extremely fast. The shot was not guaranteed to kill, but would most likely do so if the Sith was unable to react.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The amount of resistance the Mandolorian had was incredible, but Triton only received glares from the teen. Which was reasonable seeing that the teen had got it worse than Triton. The troublemaker was about to say another thing when the Mandolorian yelled out 'For Mand'alor,' and brought up a hidden blaster and fired. A yellow bolt exited the blaster. The teen was way to close to react properly only able to move over slightly and the bolt hit him in the shoulder, he almost fell back but used all of his strength to keep himself up.

He would spit in the Mandolorian's face, a bit of blood was mixed in. He looked to the Sith blade and grabbed it, his body aches as he pulled it out of the ground. And the blade sprung to life. He slowly stood up and looked down to the Hunter. Triton would step on the teen's wrist hard, hoping to make him drop the blaster.

"I debated letting you live. But any chance of that happening now is little to none...You ...All you Mandolorians care about is your precious rules and wars...You don't look at the bigger picture. You think you were doing you're people a justice... Think you were serving a greater cause than yourself...Your wrong... You'll die for nothing." He brought the tip of the blade to the Mandolorian's throat.

"Go with your gods Mando." He said as he started to apply pressure to the man's throat with the blade

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

With the reaction of a trained force sensitive, [member="Triton Kozak"] was able to avoid a potentially lethal strike that the relentless Mandalorian had executed. Along with the enhanced speed the Acolyte possessed, the hunter had no time to react as his wrist was stomped upon, forcing the weapon to drop from his hand. Gazing up at the blade wielder, the Mandalorian's eyes widened as the sword in his hand began to glow brightly, the lightning that danced upon it appearing to intensify as it responded to his hate. It was clear that was all he possessed for his opponent in his dark side fueled state, as the Sith's words would be the last thing the warrior heard, his eyes closing as the force sword would decapitate him cleanly with even the slightest pressure, instantly cauterizing the flesh and slicing into the ground beneath.

The conflict within Triton was clear, but he had at least taken his first steps. Brief clapping could be heard from beyond the tree line, as a familiar hooded figure emerged from the shadows. This time Ballen-Ist donned fine fabrics, wearing dark silken robes of great quality and value, his tunic and everything else the same. It was early to be spending so much on such trivial things in hindsight, but the Pureblood really didn't care in the end. He felt comfortable, and figured he deserved to spoil himself after all of these years. Lowering his gloved hands, the Sith Knight nodded in mild satisfaction, examining the area that was visibly scarred. There was even a small fire growing in the distance. "You're very hesitant." That was all he had to say, for the moment.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The sound of the blade entering the Mandolorian's neck was satisfying. Triton watched as the Mando's head was severed. He would kick it to the side and pull the blade out of the ground. a sound of clapping could be heard from the treeline. This made Triton turn his head, he was half expecting another Mandolorian, but what he saw only made him furious.

There stood [member="Ballen-Ist"] dressed in a fine cloak he must've been living comfortably for the time he had been stranded. Triton would glare at Ballen, the man who left him alone...The troublemaker just stood by the body as Ballen-Ist criticised him saying that he was very hesitant.

"Who gives a damn if I was hesitant, Give me one reason not to lay you out flat on your ass B!' Triton would say as he turned his head back down to the dead Mandolorian. He spit on the body before turning and begining to walk to the Pureblood.

"What the hell Ballen?" He'd ask as he gripped the Sith altered blade in his hand.



[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"One reason?" the Sith questioned, furrowing his brow beneath the hooded cloak he wore, an arm lifting once more to aim at [member="Triton Kozak"]. With his prowess in the force, Ballen-Ist would reach out with a powerful telekinetic tendril, aiming to grip the force sword and rip it from the Acolyte's grasp. If successful, the blade would return to its rightful owner within seconds, its handle slamming audibly into the Knight's gloved palm. "I'll give you two," he offered, twirling the weapon around briefly before sheathing it by his side. "The Mandalorian's suit probably had some sort of heartbeat monitor. Now that he is dead, his comrades will come to retrieve his equipment," the Sith paused, his head slowly turning to glance into the treeline.

"You wouldn't want to deal with them in your condition, and I can assure that you do not want to deal with me either," Ballen-Ist stated, his logic sound but threatening all at once. The Acolyte had come a long way, but he still did not know as much as Ballen-Ist. Neither of them had time for this, for they would have to journey back to the ship which was not exactly close. The Pureblood knew that Triton would need to be put in his place. but had planned on saving that for the real training that was yet to come. If the boy thought this was bad, he had another thing coming. "Now move it, you fool. We are leaving." The Sith finally concluded, pivoting on his booted feet as he marched off into the jungle.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The Sith blade was ripped out of Triton's hand and returned to it's rightful owner. Triton would've protested but Ballen said he'd give him two. Ball n put the sword away and would speak about how the Mandolorian most likely had a sort of heartbeat monitor in his suit and his friends would be there to clean up. Triton gritted his teeth as he brought his now free hand up to his damaged ribs. Ballen turned his head towards the forest and added that Triton would not want to deal with any more foes in his condition. Triton hated to say it but Ballen was right. His anger for the Pureblood only grew when he called Triton a fool.

He would all the same stay silent as he followed Ballen through the treeline and into the forest in the direction where Triton suspected the Pureblood's ship was.

Triton looked to Ballen. What did he have planned, Triton had no clue but he intended to at least get some rest. It was nice to see a familiar face even if it was the one that left him stranded.

The teen glared at Ballen...He didn't know how he felt...Whether it was a blessing or a curse that Ballen had come. [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

It was nice to have his old sword back. The Pureblood had carried it around for years, and the power it possessed was surprisingly useful for what seemed to be such a common tool nowadays. Sith alchemy had once been long forgotten, the traditional Sith force swords of old a relic of the past. Now that it was tucked by his side once more, Ballen-Ist couldn't help but feel content. Before it had been transformed, it had been the blade he used in his youth on Korriban, and during his days as an Acolyte. Those days influenced the trials that [member="Triton Kozak"] would have to experience, for the Knight drew heavily from the teachings of his old master, Darth Ferus. Of course, it never hurt to change things up, especially when it came to intensity.

"I wasn't sure if you'd survived or not. I'll admit, I am impressed," the Sith admitted, having noticed the ferocious aura of dark side power that flowed around the Acolyte. His lonesome survival on Dxun served few purposes, one being to decide whether or not he was truly ready to become a follower of the Sith ways. It had also made Triton far more powerful than he had been previously, though he would not notice in his injured and exhausted state. Then again, he probably wouldn't even be able to walk if it weren't for the dark side that flowed through him. Still, the experiment had not been a full success, for it had failed to completely curb the rebellious attitude that Triton possessed. It was to be expected, but when he thought about it, Ballen-Ist was fine with it. He could work things to his advantage either way.

"Mandalorians are skilled fighters, capable of keeping up with trained force sensitives through a variety of methods. Be proud that you have emerged alive, for most would have died to the wildlife." The Knight did not mind sparing some praise for the boy, he really did have great potential. Reaching out with an arm, the robed Pureblood brushed aside a leaved branch from their path, revealing the clearing in which their Sentinel-class landing craft had landed. Ballen-Ist had gotten rid of the light freighter, always having appreciated Imperial crafts for some strange reason.

The airtight lock of the boarding ramp disengaged as it fell to the ground, a pair of armed IG-RM droids stepping out to stand guard while the shuttle began to warm up. "The difficulty of your training will only become greater as you proceed. I knew you had potential ever since we met at the academy, though I won't blame you if you can't handle it. You're only human, after all." With a smirk, the Pureblood turned away from the boy, ascending the boarding ramp and proceeding into the expansive shuttle. Its engines roared to life, as it prepared for take off.