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Duel Water from a Stone

Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

The bill had come due.

The quartet of armed Dug gangsters tasked with guarding the gate leading into the complex didn’t see it coming, until it was too late. The chakram was barely a slip in the rain, before savagely decapitating two of the gangsters in a single arc, their headless forms dropping to the ground a moment later as crimson fluid spurted out of the stumps of their necks. The other two gangsters only perceived a slight echo, followed by a gusting howl of dancing wind before a chakram tore through one of the gangster’s skull, causing his body to drop off of the ledge and into the methane lake beneath the overpass.

By the time his body hit the water, the fourth gangster’s throat had been torn open by a rushing blade.

Before long, the speedster was inside the facility, having taken a security card from one of the bodies. Now sheltered from the acidic rain, she took a moment to wipe her helmet’s visor before heading deeper into the complex. While Malastare was not a planet she was familiar with, the speedster had been tasked with restoring the shipments of fuel from the complex, which was managed by the East Pixelito Syndicate. Of course, plenty of warnings had been given prior to her arrival, but they had gone unheeded by the syndicate’s leadership, who had offered one excuse after another for the delays.

Now, they would no longer be tolerated.

Sprinting forward in a dizzying flash of movement, the speedster seemed to appear on the flanks of the three guards who had been sent to investigate the disturbance, before igniting Passion and heaving the blazing lightchakram into their backs, turning what had been three Dugs into six as the fiery magenta blade severed the bodies in twain across their upper thoraxes. From there, the speedster pressed forward to make her way towards the inner sanctum. A pair of Gran guards turning the corner at a jog hadn’t even managed to come to a stop before Passion was heaved towards their necks, viciously severing both of their heads as the two bodies crashed into the ground like marionettes with their strings suddenly cut. Stepping over them, Quintessa didn’t spare them a second glance, her cyan gaze wide with focus as she continued ahead.

No matter how much blood she needed to spill, soon, the bill would be extracted.

 
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Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword (sheathed back)
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
2 Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)

The thread began with a comm message. High quality holo-images transmitted from Malastare. A couple of console buttons were pressed in response, and the hunter's ship jumped to lightspeed. He crossed the stars and came down upon the fuel-producing world.

Leaving his vessel at the local space port, he took with him the tools of his trade and moved out across the world. Consumed only now with the hunt, he walked methodically along the trail of his quarry.

Information provided to the Red Swordsman was sparse at best, often the way of things among those who would hire such a one to do their work. The Syndicate, in this case, wanted results, no matter what. Little enough was deigned to be provided to the hunter, but a holoimage was more than enough. From there, datamining and credits could produce a basic target profile. The holoimages in this case came with a location, timestamped very recently. That was much more than usual. So much the better, for this hunt promised a worthwhile challenge.

It soon became apparent to the hunter that his quarry was indifferent to any pursuit. She had left a trail of bodies for him to follow. The fuel complex beckoned, as he walked inside. The air smelled of blood and death. A hint of burnt and scorched flesh. He walked on, inexorable in his advance on the trail of the prey.

He did not hunt for the credits, nor for some spiritual or cultural imperative. For him, the hunt was all that sparked anything within him. It was all he had left in this charnel house of a galaxy. No horror could face him or be done to him that had not already been exacted a hundred fold. The price of such torment was a perpetual hunt, the constant search for a worthy prey, a worthy hunt, a challenge.

Over his burnt and scarred form, he wore a crimson leather bodysuit which combined the properties of a life support thin suit and an underpadding for his armor. Crimson plates adorned him from head to toe, from his solid helm to his booted feet. He bore a huge sword on his back, made of some of the densest metal known to the galaxy, far too heavy a weapon for a human to bear. But he was not all the way human. With his blade, he could strike tremendous blows, and carve a path through obstacles. He bore a repulsor hand replacing his lost left hand. On his right arm he wielded a gatling gauntlet providing rapid firepower. Holstered across his chest were two devastating pistols. On his belt he had a mandalorian axe taken from a dead Mandalorian, and a pair of lightsabers, one taken from a dead Jedi, one from a dead Sith. The final tool of his trade was an expensive and rare carbonizing device, which allowed him to preserve targets whose bounties demanded they be captured alive.

Hulking and indomitable, the Red Swordsman moved further into the complex, following the trail of the dead. Sooner or later, he'd find what he was searching for...

Quintessa Quintessa
 
Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Main Hall, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

For the mysterious hunter tasked with tracking her, the trail of dead would grow longer and more gruesome the deeper he progressed into the complex. In that regard, Quintessa soon reached the main hall, immediately finding herself confronted with a large group of Gran gangsters, wielding all manner of weaponry. Immediately, those who possessed blasters opened fire, but the tiny speedster moved through the hail of lasers with the ease of a dance, albeit one so fast as to dazzle the eye.

Before the gangsters knew it, she was behind them.

Even as the enforcers turned around to meet her, Prejudice had already left her grasp, cutting down four of their number in a sudden quartet of decapitations as it flew a lethal arc through the ranks, forcing those who could do so to throw themselves to the ground for fear of meeting the same fate as their comrades. The fiery magenta ring of Passion came less than a second after, targeting those gangsters who had managed to dodge Prejudice. Caught flat-footed after committing themselves to evading the first lightchakram, the remaining three gangsters gave a last, futile effort to scramble out of the way, only for Prejudice to carve a swathe through their number, leaving a trail of decapitated and dismembered bodies in its wake.

Then, there were more.

Sensitive ears twitching as she registered the doors sliding open behind her, a trio of gold-armored warriors flew into the main hall on wings of fire—elite mercenaries of the Thyrsian variety. Immediately, a barrage of rockets streamed towards her, forcing the speedster to swiftly close the distance, thereby undercutting the incoming explosive projectiles. Within a flash of a second, the Quintessa was at their feet and one of the Sun Guard screamed out as the stump of one of his left leg began to gush out crimson fluid in copious amounts, having been severed as the speedster rushed past. The other two mercenaries spun around on their jetpacks upon realizing that their target was now behind them, only for Passion to surgically decapitate one of them, causing the body of the headless mercenary to spiral out of control before crashing into the nearby wall. The remaining Sun Guard immediately opened fire with a stream of disruptor bolts, forcing Quintessa to leap up onto the ceiling, before sprinting upside down by shifting her body's inertia to close the distance. From there, the speedster dropped down onto the mercenary’s armored shoulders, before plunging her gauntlet-mounted vibroblade through his helmet and into his skull. Then, Quintessa threw herself off of the Sun Guard in an acrobatic backflip, before landing in graceful fashion as the mercenary crashed to the ground.

After finishing off the delegged Sun Guard with Passion, doing so with a casual, easy toss. Quintessa made her way towards the council room, where the lieutenants tasked with running the fuel complex had been sequestered.

In no uncertain terms, she intended to make an example of them.

 
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Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword (sheathed back)
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)
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The hunter moved through the mining complex, walking down corridors and through rooms. No one was left to bar his path, nor to provide him with aid. All he found was death. Bodies cut to pieces, blood and meat, left scattered haphazardly. The wake of his quarry. He saw dead Dugs, dead gangsters, and later on, dead Sun Guards. The room looked as if a bomb had hit it, with scorch marks and shrapnel scattered wildy around. A battle had been fought here, the hunter's eye discerned. A very short and one-sided fight indeed. The quarry had moved on. So did the hunter.

The smell of death was everywhere now. He was used to the smell. Death had been a constant companion to him throughout his struggle through life. Too much, if one made a fair comparison to the lives of others, but his life had hardly been fair.

The Syndicate had made this contract and paid into his account the substantial deposit. They didn't bother the Red Swordsman with protecting their people or their assets. They didn't bother him with retrieving the one who had wronged them. They wanted her dead. That way why anyone hired such as he.

Someone else would clean this place up and return it to production. Later. For now, the fuel depot was the location of his hunt, and woe betide anyone or anything that got in the way of that hunt. A fresh trail to follow made tracking his prey a simple task. He followed the bodies, with the fresh blood telling him that he was close. There was no excitement in him. There was no hope. There was no desire. He wanted nothing, feared nothing, cared for nothing. There was only the satisfaction of the hunt.

He was patient. All in good time, he would come upon his target, and then there would be a fight. He'd never come across a target that troubled him too greatly, and he did not expect to find one today. What was a dangerous challenge to other hunters was all in a day's work for the Swordsman. He was the best, and he knew it. He continued deeper into the complex, on the trail that would lead him to the endpoint of this hunt.

Soon now, very soon, he would lay eyes on the prize...

Quintessa Quintessa
 
Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

Uneasy fingers quivered against the frames of old blasters.

Ten Dugs and four Gran enforcers were all that could be mustered to protect the inner sanctum. And yet, none were truly aware of the magnitude of the threat coming their way. That had been intentionally concealed from them, for fear of them breaking. They had been given the simple, but unfortunate task of dying and in doing so, buying time for the last card to come into play.

The Red Swordsman.

Without warning, the lights in the hall fell dim. Not even a moment later, there was a howling rush of wind as the speedster arrived, her gauntlet vibroblade tearing off the arms of an electrostaff-wielding Dug, then the legs of a Gran, causing both of the enforcers to go down screaming as crimson fluid spurted out from the gaping wounds. The sudden noise caused the other enforcers to shift their attention towards their stricken comrades, but it immediately proved to be a mistake. As if from thin air, Passion struck, immediately decapitating one, two, then three of the Gran enforcers, causing their disembodied heads to go flying as the fourth lay stricken from the traumatic removal of his legs. Prejudice arrived as well, hewing through a row of four Dugs in a vicious arc, bisecting each of their bodies across the abdomen. The five remaining enforcers suddenly found themselves alone, their only option being to open fire on a charging apparition which sped towards them with a wild, untamed bloodlust.

Then, it—no she—was upon them.

After calling both Passion and Prejudice back into her hands, Quintessa slashed her way through the remaining enforcers with uncompromising savagery, dismembering, decapitating, and bisecting her way through their ranks in an incomprehensible blur of motion and light. A few seconds later, all that was left were the inert forms of the dead and the writhing bodies of the dying, all dismembered to one degree or another. Sliding to a halt, the speedster took in her work with no small amount of satisfaction before stepping over the bodies and making her way to the terminal just outside of the door leading into the inner sanctum. Then, she pulled out her multi-slice tool and plunged it into the receiving port. Before long, the computer’s systems were at the mercy of her device, at which point Quintessa transmitted a command to allow her entry. On cue, the door slid open, revealing the black-clad forms of the Gran and Dug lieutenants within, some armed with blasters, while others merely stared and awaited their fate.

“Boys!” Quintessa piped up in an eerily cheerful tone, a wicked smile coming over her alabaster features as she did.

“It’s time to pay the fucking bills.”

 

Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword (sheathed back)
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)

The Red Swordsman as he was called, and had come to think of himself, though not in so many words, came ever closer to his prey. He could hear the sounds of combat now. So familiar, and so near. Blasters, screams, and the hum of energy weapons. The lights of the complex flickered as he walked the corridors. The trail was blazed for him, and he followed the way as it led him ever onward toward the quarry.

With control borne of years of fighting, and self awareness, he controlled his heartbeat and pulse, radiating calm and patience that he didn't feel. So close now, he wanted no more than to unleash his rage. But he held it back. The time was not yet right.

Another corner, and more headless bodies, their wounds cauterized. The lack of blood and burnt wounds suggested a lightsaber, certainly some form of energy blade. The lack of scorchmarks and scarring around the room suggested they had died quickly, without time to react. They had not slowed their killer at all. The inner sanctum of the fuel complex was near.

The eerily cheerful female voice wafted through the silent halls to his ears. The voice of his target, of that he had no doubt. It was filled with confidence. So much the better. Skilled opponents brought out the best in him. Soon the test would come, and he knew deep down that he would prevail.

Inevitably, the Syndicate's hired killer drew into the vicinity of Quintessa. He could hear moans of the dying. Was that the result of sloppiness or savagery? Both? He did not know, but he would soon find out.

He got his first sight of the target as she faced into what he presumed was the last bastion, inner sanctum of this place. She clearly had the ones inside trapped, and dead to rights. He didn't care. Whether they lived or died, easy or hard, that mattered not to him. He wasn't here to save them. Buoyed by the nearness of the culmination of this hunt, he called out.

"First payment is due now."

Deep and rasping beneath his helmet, his voice was scarred as his body was. The Yuuzhan Vong's shaper biot had done what it could to repair him, but it could never restore him to the human he had once been. He was something else now. Something more and something less. Something far worse than what he had been once. He had once been an honourable warrior. Now, he was a hunter, and in his sights was his target.

Quintessa Quintessa
 
Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

Red Swordsman said:
"First payment is due now."
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A deep, rasping voice sounded out from behind, compelling Quintessa to spin around on her heels, with her back facing towards the lieutenants. And yet, even in that seemingly vulnerable position, the gangsters didn’t take a chance at blasting her from behind. They had already seen (and heard) what the tiny speedster was capable of and they were well aware of the fact that the only being in the vicinity capable of challenging her was the Red Swordsman.

All the while, Quintessa’s luminescent cyan gaze shifted down, then up as she sized up the imposing, red-armored figure standing before her. There was an entire armory worth of weapons on his chest, hips, and arms alone, not to mention the hilt she could see sticking out from his back as well.

“Oh really?” Quintessa said, with no small amount of mischief in her girlish tone. “Well, if we’re really gonna do it like that…” She continued, her voice falling into a purr. “Shouldn’t the gentleman cover the bill on the first date?” The tiny Asa’nyx giggled, her features shifting into a wicked smile as she did.

Without warning, Passion and Prejudice snapped, then hissed to life within her hands before both weapons eerily fell silent, projecting circular blades of magenta and cyan respectively.

“Or are you going to make the lady pay her share?”

 

Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword (sheathed back)
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)

Quintessa said:
“Shouldn’t the gentleman cover the bill on the first date?”
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The target smiled at him, a smile which he did not return. His one remaining eye stared back, showing no emotion, amusement or otherwise. His eye that was not was a dark void, the view from that perspective benefiting the symbiote that was part of him, kept him alive, nurtured and nourished and consumed him all at the same time. He watched, studying her, noting her manner, and her movements. Precise, confident, and relaxed was the read that he got. His size advantage would mean little against her talents, he imagined she must be thinking.

She lit her weapons, and he drew both pistols from across his chest. The disintegrator would light up any Force user's danger sense, it was a death sentence to be hit by it; a weapon illegal in most civilized places. The homing pistol was capable of dealing far less damage outright, its threat was more indirect. You could outrun it, but you couldn't hide from it. The individual tracking projectile pellets that it spat would follow a moving target. And they could kill you just as dead when they tore into your flesh at high speed.

He spoke again.

"You mistake me for a gentleman. Perhaps once, but no more."

His fingers were on the triggers, his eyes waiting for the moment to break. It was hard to keep his resolve, to hold himself back. Everything in him screamed to be released, to finish this, now. He waited, savouring the contest to come. The culmination of this hunt. So near now, so close. The monster within strained to come out, but yet he held it back. Not yet. Let her start it. Then finish it.

Quintessa Quintessa
 
Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

With a mental command, the door to the inner sanctum suddenly slid shut, owing to the multi-slice tool still inside the receiving port of the terminal. All the while, Quintessa began to walk, with a slow, prowling grace as her unerring cyan gaze took in the subtle movements of the man—no, monster—standing before her.

“Perhaps.” Quintessa agreed, before brutally swiping Passion across the throat of the delegged Gran lying at her feet, then through the neck of the armless Dug, removing the enforcer’s head from his body.

“I guess I'm not a respectable, noble lady either, if I’m honest.” She continued, as a pouting expression came over her features. “But that doesn't stop me from playing princess, ya’ know?” And suddenly, without warning, the speedster launched off of her back foot with the speed of a bolt loosed from a crossbow, her tiny form shifting into a dazzling blur of motion as she closed the ten meters separating her from her rival in a span of time that might be close to the blink of an eye. Then, without easing her stride, the lightchakram in her left hand—Prejudice—was leveled in a left-to-right diagonal slashing attack, aimed to sever the hunter’s left leg just below the knee.

A blow delivered with the intent to maim, then after, kill.

“Woops! That wasn't very ladylike of me, was it?”

 

Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword (sheathed back)
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster) Destroyed
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)

It started, so quickly, the speedster was FAST! She was too fast for his guns, he saw that almost at once. Too bad. Electrified by the symbiote, his entire nervous system burst into fire, chemicals flushing his bloodstream directly, heightening his senses, deadening his pain, fueling his movements. The synapses of his brain sizzled as the symbiote fought to match the pace of the attacker. It was reacting too, in its own way, observing, adapting, overcoming. The Dug's severed head hadn't even come to a stop before she had almost completely crossed the distance between her and the hunter.

Quintessa said:
“Woops! That wasn't very ladylike of me, was it?”
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"No."

His left hand returned the homing pistol to his chest. The Red Swordsman wore full plate armour, his opponent did not. The contact between them that had come so fast now held the hunter in the grip of the contest. Time seemed to slow, his perceptions altered by the symbiote's efforts, even the hum of the sound of Quintessa's weapon seemed to change pitch.

His right hand, holding the disintegrator, was there to meet her attack. The energy blade of the chakram met the heavy pistol. As the energy blade chewed into his weapon, ruining it, he knew that he had just taken the contest to a new level. The blade bit into the power cell, and catastrophically, the weapon exploded. He was risking a maiming for himself, even protected by his armour plates, so close. But the risk was shared with Quintessa, also very close to the explosion.

This was the way he fought. He was willing to break, to burn, to drown in his own blood in order to win. He would get back up one more time than he was knocked down. He was inexorable, he did not give up, he did not give in. He would sacrifice anything, all of himself, to win. He was a man with nothing to lose, for he had lost it all a long time ago. He wondered if his opponent yet realized she was not facing a standard bounty hunter. She was facing a monster, and now he was right there. Whatever happened to him, would happen to her and more, this he knew in his bones. Total war, for total victory. It was the only way he knew, all that was left to him.

Quintessa Quintessa
 
Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

A warning rippled through the roiling currents of the dark side.

Quintessa immediately let go of Prejudice as the strike landed, before throwing her tiny form into a powerful, yet acrobatic dive, still carrying her momentum since she had yet to break her stride from her initial launch. Even so, the sudden detonation of the pistol’s power cell carried enough force to send the speedster flying with the blast, the integrated shielding in her bodysuit flaring as it absorbed much of the output.

Nevertheless, Quintessa almost never failed to land on her feet.

The speedster rolled and slid to a halt a little more than 15 meters from her opponent, after crossing 25 meters in little more than the blink of an eye. With one hand touching the floor to support herself, her legs were planted firmly on the ground, keeping her body upright. Immediately, warnings appeared in her HUD. While Prejudice had not been destroyed, its kyber crystals had been knocked out of alignment from the blast. Unfortunately, that ruled the weapon out for the fight, as it was an issue that would require time and a workshop to fix, unless she wanted to risk it exploding in her hand upon activation.

Calling Prejudice’s sparkling hilt back into her grasp, Quintessa powered the weapon off via mental command before quickly placing it on her belt. It was only then that her senses registered a brief, yet insistent stab of pain flaring up in her left hand, drawing a soft grunt out from her lips. A quick glance told her all she needed to know—a minor, yet painful burn. Nevertheless, Quintessa shifted her gaze back up just as quickly as she had glanced at the wound, in the hopes of preventing the hunter from figuring out that she had sustained the injury in the first place. Without wasting a breath, the speedster threw Passion from her right hand in a deceptive arc, imparting the throw with a spin that caused the lightchakram to start high as it left her hand, seemingly on a course to decapitate. Then, at the last possible moment, Passion banked low and to the left, committing to its true trajectory where it threatened to sever the hunter’s right leg at the knee, should it strike true.

Speed and finesse meeting strength and brute force.

 

Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)

The foe escaped the explosion, while the Red Swordsman took the force of it. Blown back several steps before regaining his footing, he looked at his blackened right hand, surprised to see it still attached, and amused to see that the metal of his gauntlet and forearm was warped and distended from the heat. His hand burned, yet it remained functional, and his arm with it. The blast and the speedster's evasion had put distance between them, momentarily taking the combatants apart. Shaking his head to clear it, he regained his senses and his footing as the explosion dissipated and his hearing returned, along with a rising anger that his prey had momentarily escaped.

The monster within finally began to claw its way free into his mind, as the fallen hunter reached over his shoulder and drew forth his blade. It was a colossal weapon, incredibly heavy and durable, and probably deserved a name, yet it had none. It simply was. Taller than the huge monster that wielded it, forged of superdense neuranium, the blade was more than heavy. An impossible weapon, far too large and weighty a blade for anyone normal to lift, let alone swing. He held the weapon with relaxed calm, his hands, true and false, finding its hilt like the well worn grips of comfort, its weight not a burden, but a reassurance that he could meet any foe with it in his hands.

By the time he had brought the blade forward, Quintessa's second chakram came at him, spinning high. Fast, almost too fast for him, it seemed. At the last possible moment, it dipped, altering its point of aim and angle of attack.

WHAM

Speed and finesse met strength and brute force, and the latter won. The heavy blade gripped in his two hands crunched into the floor, carving between the deckplates, and pinning the chakram, sizzling almost in outrage at being trapped. The metal of the deck melted as the energy blade cut away at it. The burning blade of the lightchakram barely affected the huge sword pinning it against the damaged floor, the neuranium a match for the heat and corrosive plasmatic effect of the energy blade, which hummed helplessly, stuck in place. The huge warrior held his giant weapon in place, just for a moment, his eyes, the true and false, on the target. What now? He thought, restraining himself just a little longer.

Quintessa Quintessa
 
Major Faction

Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

Passion flew, then immediately and within the blink of an eye, Quintessa followed.

The heavy neuranium blade—so large that it was likely heavier than Quintessa herself (and undoubtedly taller!)—was committed to pinning the lightchakram’s plasmatic blade into the floor. Having seized the initiative once more, the speedster closed the distance with the speed of a raging tornado, dust flying in her wake as she did. Simultaneously, the vibroblade in her left gauntlet sprang to life via mental command—a convenient way of bypassing the injury in her hand, while still keeping the appendage somewhat in play.

Then, she attacked.

Hoping to take advantage of the neuranium sword’s commitment, a split-second after Passion struck left, Quintessa angled right. While the hunter’s massive sword was dangerous and undoubtedly capable of hewing her in twain, its mass was something that Quintessa hoped to exploit against its wielder. As the weapon was likely heavier than its target—a hyperfast one at that—swinging it at her might be roughly equivalent to attempting to hit a starfighter with a turbolaser. Not an impossible task by any means, but difficult to the point that it was rarely efficient or practical.

Or perhaps, in the hands of the Red Swordsman, such a task was indeed both efficient and practical.

Without breaking her stride, Quintessa leveled her vibroblade in a high-to-low and left-to-right diagonal slashing attack, aimed to sever the hunter’s left leg at the knee—a basic attack, but a calculated one.

 

Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword (sheathed back)
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)

The second attack of the speedy Asa'nyx came somewhat predictably in tandem with the thrown lightchakram, and though the Red Swordsman observed it coming, and was possessed of prodigious strength, even he could not strike with his weapon in two places at once. It had been a smart move on his opponent's part, yet a known move. There was no possible way for him to raise his blade in time to meet the descending diagonal vibroblade slash, but he had no intent to even try. It was time to change this fight up.

A slight adjustment to his stance and posture was the only counter he provided, almost not moving at all. Just enough so that the blow landed a few centimeters short of the joint, and instead caught solid plate. Sparks flew, and metal shards with them as the vibroblade bit into the steel. For just the instant of the hit, Quintessa was inside the bigger man's reach, and he sprang. She was already striking for his left side. His right hand was wounded, but functional. His left hand he'd lost a long time ago.

The replacement left hand, a repulsor hand, shot out at the near perfect speed of technological and mechanical mastercraftsmanship. It grabbed at Quintessa, who was right there, inhuman steel fingers grasping for purchase. A limb would do, her neck, or clothing, or anything it could touch and hold onto, skin and flesh. What it grasped, it would not loose.

His blade remained grounded, still gripped with his right hand for balance, he could not use it as effectively with one hand. His attack was the strike of a venomous reptile, poised, light-quick, and vicious. No warning, no holding back. If he could get hold of the much smaller speedster, he'd take away her best talent and advantage, and bring his best talents and advantage to bear. Size and strength. A crushing grip.

Quintessa Quintessa
 
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Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Red Swordsman Red Swordsman

Her vibroblade dug into crimson plate, spitting out sparks and shards of metal as it tore through the material. For a flash of a second Quintessa believed that she had the hunter to rights. However, the circumstances suddenly changed when she felt her feet kicking at air, owing to a strong hand clamped around her fragile neck that had lifted her from the ground

Now, he had her to rights.

Fear welled up in the tiny speedster’s chest, but it didn’t seize or paralyze her mind. This was a position she had been in before against a much larger opponent, who she had eventually defeated.

She intended to do the same to the Red Swordsman.

A choked gasp escaped from her lips, her eyes almost bulging from her skull as the hunter (presumably) began to squeeze. However, before he could squeeze any tighter, Quintessa drew on the dark side, explicitly harnessing the pain in her left hand as a capacitor to fuel her power. Shifting that hand slightly upward, a concussive burst of pressurized air aimed to impact the hunter’s chest immediately exploded out from her palm at point blank range with a sharp crack, carrying enough force to shatter stone or in this case, potentially shatter ribs and blow open internal organs.

 
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Red Swordsman

The Red Swordsman
Red Swordsman
Character Bio
Biot
Bodysuit
Combat Armor (damaged chest)
Repulsor hand (left)
Very large neuranium sword
Very sharp beskar axe (hip)
Lightsabers (belt)
Gatling Gauntlet (right arm)
Disintegrator (chest holster)
Homing pistol (chest holster)
Carbonite Freezing Device (belt)
He had her.

The Red Swordsman had caught Quintessa by the neck with his left hand, his replacement left. This fact only barely had time to register on his mind. He had no time to squeeze and crush the small female's shapely neck. He was hit hard, incredibly hard, by an invisible blow harder than any he himself could have struck. It shocked him, physically and personally, coming as it did from one so small. It hurt him, badly. The armor plate and suit did what it could, which wasn't much at all. The force of the blow momentarily stunned him. He lost his grip on his sword. He was driven backward.

His artificial hand did not loose its grip on her neck, but it did not press that advantage to a terminal conclusion either, as the giant warrior's brain was momentarily disabled, and unable to command it to do so. It had no instincts of its own. No muscle memory, nor would it act of its own volition as his right hand had done in letting go of his weapon's hilt. It held on, stuck temporarily in its last command; to grasp what it could and hold on.

He fell backward, knocked off his footing. Then and only then, an instant or not, he couldn't tell, he could think again. He first noticed that he had been hurt. In truth, two of his massive ribs had been broken, two had been cracked. One of the broken ribs had been driven like a spear into his lung. Bloody foam appeared on his lips as he croaked out a growl.

Inside him, the yuuzhan vong shaper symbiote was driven to hyperoxygenate his bloodstream to compensate, temporarily, for his serious wound. He reacted with his prize, turning as he staggered backward, going with the momentum of the massive hit he had taken, with Quintessa still grasped in his left hand. Growling in rage and pain, unable to crush her neck with his left hand, he planted a foot for balance and shoved her by the neck before him into the nearby wall as hard as he could, aiming to smash her body into the wall.

Quintessa Quintessa
 
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Quintessa

Velocity Vixen
Quintessa
Character Bio
Location: Hall Outside of Inner Sanctum, Fuel Complex, Eastern Continent Mountain Range - Malastare
Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Heavy Rain
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>

In spite of her relative lack of skill as an Empath, the pain and rage emanating off of her stricken opponent was palpable to Quintessa's senses. It went without saying that he had not expected her to be capable of delivering such force while in a compromised position, which had left him stunned and almost certainly injured. Nevertheless, the speedster’s position hadn’t changed. The crimson-clad hunter’s left hand was still compressed around her slender neck, meaning that her life was in his grasp. However, rather than squeezing her neck, the hunter gave a savage, choleric roar before using it as leverage to drive her tiny form into the nearby wall.

SLAM!

On impact, Quintessa’s brain was rattled and shaken inside of her skull. All the while, the vertebrae, cartilage, and ligaments in parts of her spine were sprained, fractured, or dislocated outright, shooting pangs of agony up into her brain. It was only through adrenaline and force of will that the speedster maintained her consciousness, her world briefly spinning as stars flickered to life in her sight. With the pain of her injuries ever present in her awareness, Quintessa’s command over the dark side had yet to slip from her grasp. Naturally, the speedster drew yet deeper from its well of power, harnessing it to further supercharge her reflexes and mental processing speed in order to compensate for the stunning effect of the blow. Immediately, her thoughts went back to Passion, which in reflection of her own situation, was trapped beneath the hunter’s heavy neuranium blade. Quintessa mentally deactivated her lightchakram’s fiery magenta blade, before calling the weapon to fly back to her via its repulsorlift engine. Suddenly, Passion flew up from its place on the floor and raced towards its wielder and the hunter who had just slammed her into the wall.

Then, mere moments before Passion arrived, Quintessa mentally re-activated its blade.

Passion’s blade slashed and burned its way through the hunter’s plate before finding its place back in Quintessa’s outstretched right hand, bisecting him transversely across the lower torso and rendering one piece into two. Upon catching her weapon, the speedster gave a savage, earsplitting howl and slashed her blade through the hunter’s neck, decapitating her already-bisected assailant in a visceral flash of motion that sent his head flying across the room before colliding against the wall on the opposite side.

Quintessa gave a deep breath as the hunter’s torso dropped to the floor, the grip around her neck carrying her down in the process. A few moments later, the speedster extracted herself from its grasp, before taking in the three pieces of the hunter who had held her life in his grasp only moments prior—his decapitated head, his legs, and his torso.

Out of the three pieces, Quintessa moved to pick up the head.

After a few moments of slicing through the controls, the doors leading into the council room where the lieutenants were hiding slid open. On cue, the severed head of the Red Swordsman was tossed onto the central table in the middle room with a dense thud, at which point the tiny, feminine form of his slayer appeared in the doorway, Passion activated and held at the ready.

“The bill has come due, gentlemen. I am here to collect. Now.”
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