Private Trial of Insight

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Dillon Kai'el

True enough, chaos erupted like a powder keg meeting a stray spark.

The fire spread rapidly, tendrils of smoke curling toward the high ceiling and filling the gallery with an acrid haze. Alarms blared, their piercing screeches ricocheting off the ornate walls. Patrons dressed in finery yelped in unison, dropping whatever pamphlets of artifacts or baubles they had been inspecting. A collective panic surged through the crowd, transforming an orderly space into a teeming mass of flailing limbs and shouted confusion.

"Everyone remain calm!" a security officer bellowed, though his voice barely rose above the cacophony. "Proceed to the nearest exits in an orderly fashion—"

That was the moment a priceless sculpture toppled, its marble base nudged by someone's frantic retreat. It shattered into a thousand gleaming shards, and the security guard's resolve cracked alongside it. He lunged forward, trying to stem the tide of chaos, only to get swept up in the melee as a particularly panicked patron elbowed him aside.

Braze moved quickly and unlatched the locks on the glass case with fine telekinetic manipulation and reached in snatching the way finder. "Let's jett." He stated stowing it in his coat.

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[Dillon Kai'el]

Taris
Tags: Braze Kai'el

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"Let's jett."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Dillon nodded with a salute and a goofy grin.

The magic man was quick to make use of his magic hands. He leapt up into the air and performed a spin, shooting off little bolts of electricity to fry the lenses of the security cameras, with enough airtime to click his heels twice of course. He landed and hit the ground running right behind Braze with a spring in his step. After several thousand years of sitting in the same spot it was almost like he had reverted back into a little kid.

You would've never guessed he had fallen over earlier.

"Oh, it's great to be back!" he whooped. "Life is great!"

And then a giant man barreled through the wall next to them and clothes-lined Dillon, followed by a small squadron of Sith troopers.

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Dillon Kai'el

Braze stared at Dillon for a moment, his mouth slightly agape before a wide grin spread across his face. "You're absolutely mad,"

The gallery erupted into chaos as alarms blared and patrons screamed, scrambling toward the exits. Security personnel rushed to contain the flames, shouting orders and waving for people to evacuate.

"Oh... that's not good... I have a baaaaad feeling about this. " Braze moved to engage the sith troopers as he drew his blades. Braze dashed forward, blades flashing in a blur of color as he closed the distance to the Sith troopers. His left blade deflected a blaster bolt with a sharp whine, while his right sliced cleanly through the rifle of an advancing soldier.

Pivoting on his heel, he spun low, sweeping one trooper off their feet before driving the pommel of his blade into another's chest, sending them sprawling. A bolt zipped past his ear, close enough to singe his hair, but he was already moving—ducking under the next shot and lunging forward to disarm his attacker with a clean, upward slash.

"You're going to regret this!" a Sith officer snarled, stepping into the fray. Braze smirked, twirling his blades.


"Funny. I was going to say the same." he quipped, surging forward. One blade met the officer's crimson saber with a crackling hiss, while the other sliced low, forcing the Sith to leap back to avoid losing a leg.

Braze pressed the advantage, weaving between his enemies like a whirlwind. As another trooper charged from his flank, he spun sharply, one blade extended, catching them across the torso and sending them crumpling to the floor.

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

Taris
Tags: Braze Kai'el

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"Bloody hell..."

Dillon lay prone on the floor for a moment as the large Sith trudged up to him, a grin on his large head as he did so. The old man didn't panic, however, sitting up as his attacker approached.

"Old man has solid bones," the Dowutin remarked with a chuckle. "More fun to kill, says Domu."

"Domu needs to learn proper grammar," Dillon quipped as he stood, brushing off his robes. "None of those were proper sentances in the slightest."

The Sith ignited his lightsaber, posturing himself in a way to loom over his adversary. A smirk was still present on his face, pushing the limits of how far his large maw could stretch to display how above his opponent he thought he was. He gripped at his weapon with anticipation.

"Old man will tweet different chirp when rib-cage is removed," Domu stated. "Domu will enjoy watching old man squirm."

Then he struck, swinging his blade in an overhead strike that was indicative of Djem So. Dillon was quick to react, but not in a manner that one might expect of an air-headed Jedi Master with a knack for meditation. Instead there was a complete flip of his personality. He fought with 'malignant grace,' form VII. Juyo. The battle was over in an instant. Dillon's purple blade parried the overhead strike before he cleaved through the man's dueling arm, a strike made both swiftly and aggressively. There was no compassion in his blow, only the assurance of an efficient and speedy disarmment. Domu only had a moment to howl out in pain before a Force Push threw him back threw the wall whence he came.

"Now then... what have we here?"

Now Dillon's eyes were set on Braze. Perhaps he'd stand back on this one, get a better read on how the boy had been taught. After all, there was no better trial than one found in the heat of battle. He'd see how the boy wrapped up the threat...

And step in if he had to of course.

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Dillon Kai'el

With a few blurring whirls, Braze deflected several blaster bolts before darting sideways, using a decorative column for cover. "You know," he called out, peering around the edge with a smirk, "if this is your idea of a welcoming committee, I'd hate to see the farewell party."

He sprang back into the fray, twisting his body as he narrowly dodged a fresh volley. His blades moved like extensions of himself, catching bolts and sending them careening back into the troopers. One shot found its mark, striking a soldier square in the chest and sending them sprawling.

As Braze closed the distance, he crouched low sliding, planting one hand on the ground for stability as he slid beneath a barrage of fire. Popping up behind the troopers, he spun his blades with theatrical precision. "Missed me! But hey, points for effort."

A pair of troopers turned to face him, raising their blasters, but Braze was faster. He leapt into the air, twisting into an acrobatic flip over their heads. As he landed, his blades lashed out, slicing cleanly through their weapons. "Pro tip: never bring a blaster to a blade fight," he quipped, giving a playful shrug as the disarmed troopers stumbled back in confusion.

The Sith officer rejoined the fray! Braze ducked low, sweeping a kick that knocked the officer's legs out from under them.

As the Sith scrambled to regain their footing, Braze pivoted to deflect a fresh round of blaster fire, the bolts pinging harmlessly off his blade. Leaping onto a nearby display case, he perched precariously, his posture almost mocking. "So... who's next? "

The Sith officer roared in frustration, charging again. Braze grinned, as he sprang into the air, somersaulting gracefully over the officer's strike. "Better luck next time!" he called, landing with a flourish.

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

Taris
Tags: Braze Kai'el

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"Bravo, my boy. Good showing!"

Dillon was satisfied with what he had seen. The boy's training was nearly complete. A trial of skill was certainly a task that he could complete as well, and he wore his spirit on his sleeve. This one was ready to be knighted, an impressive feat at such a youthful age. And his instincts had lead him here to this wayfinder, whatever such a thing even was. Dillon still needed to learn about the purpose of such an artifact.

He strode forwards, wasting very little time casting bolts of electric judgement at the Sith. It downed the remaining Sith Troopers in an instant, as well as the officer. There was no shadow of doubt that the ancient Master's power was tremendous, almost causal in how proficient he was in the Force.

"Let's not waste more of our time with the riff-raff," he stated. "Lead the way home."

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Dillon Kai'el

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Braze darted away, urgency propelling him forward. He had no reason to linger longer than necessary. A surge of Force-enhanced speed coursed through him, turning his short strides into a blur as he sprinted back the way they had come.

As he approached the ship, the hatch hissed open. With a burst of energy, Braze bounded up, landing lightly on the edge of the threshold before springing into his seat. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, but he steadied himself quickly, fingers instinctively brushing over the console.

Moments later, Dillion clambered aboard and dropped into his seat. The hatch sealed behind them with a metallic thud, and without hesitation, the ship roared to life. Braze's hands moved deftly over the controls, and the craft shot skyward, leaving the chaos far below.

"So that was a fun outing, "

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

Taris
Tags: Braze Kai'el

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"Very fun," Dillon nodded. "But, now I think I'd like to probe your insight about this device we've found. It is no doubt dark, and I can sense a fragment of that cursed sword within... yet I can't help but feel that such a thing would not have been made by Kalrath himself. Such would imply that he hid the blade of his own free-will, a choice I doubt he would have made..."

Dillon frowned, stroking at his chin. How bizarre indeed...

"Who do you wager would have made such a thing?"