Elyia Reign
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 9, 2013 17:44:18 GMT -8
TRAINING MATCH
*You find yourselves inside of the legendary Dooku's Hanger, the site of the battle between Seperatist Count Dooku and a trio of Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Yoda. High ceilings give an airy feel to the cave and gas release tubes run along all of the walls, letting out the natural gas of the planet in small measures. Two doors are on either side of the chamber, one leading to a maintenance room and corridor, the other leading to a fuel storage room. Currently there is not a ship in the hangar.*
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Elyia Reign
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 9, 2013 18:25:22 GMT -8
*A woman wanders into the hanger from the maintenance room corridor and moves with grace towards the room's centre. Standing just a fraction under six foot tall, she was lithe and yet still possessed the typical well-toned musculature of her Epicanthix heritage. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her garb was distinctly military in appearance. It consisted primarily of a black and charcoal coloured full body outfit made from a combination of thermal-dampening armour-weave, leather and shell spider silk - all soaked in Norris root dye - and belted at the waist with her trademark blood red spidersilk sash. There was a hood attached, but it was not in use today. Her left forearm was dominated by a Shield Gauntlet that had been modified to include a dart launcher with four long needle-like beskar darts (each tipped with Lecepanine), and her right arm was dominated by a Mandalorian crushgaunt, with a phrik vambrace nestled just behind it that contained a slimline Grappling Spike Launcher. Completing the outfit was a pair of stylish ballistic sunglasses that contained a basic inbuilt HUD, which could remotely link with her blaster. And finally, not visible without close inspection, were the tiny ear plugs that - in addition to providing sound amplification and excessive noise reduction - served as a discrete encrypted comm system that linked back to a signal amplifier and emergency beacon attached to her waist. All in all, Elyia appeared the perfect blend of style and functionality.
She was a woman who liked to be prepared weapons wise as well, as her selection of martial instruments showed. In addition to what was inbuilt to her outfit, she had a long-handled lightsaber attached via mag-clip to the side of her right thigh. It was dual-phase, contained two power cells, was EMP shielded, and though she had been working on modifying it to include a blaster setting, it was not yet ready for testing in a combat situation. On her upper left thigh, in a quick draw holster, rested a DL-44 heavy blaster pistol. Though it had its normal scope removed, a small thermal-enabled camera and targeting system had replaced it, which would link automatically to the HUD in Elyia's sunglasses whenever the weapon was drawn. Strapped to her back was a single phrik ninjato, crafted for her by her father. Elegant yet functional, it was coloured in black and silver, and had a carefully wrapped and insulated hilt, designed to wick away moisture to maintain an optimal grip. It also possessed an inbuilt ultrasonic vibration generator. The last of Elyia's weapons today was a single flash-bang grenade, which was clipped at her waist awaiting use.*
"I'm ready to rumble Jetii. Don't keep a girl waiting."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 14:16:07 GMT -8
*Echos of time, past, and future, glimpses of what had been and what could be in the ever flowing ebb and weave of the force, a focused mind could sometimes see glimpses, but bare shades of the future, but even a glimpse of a shadow, a possibility of what might be was an advantage. Yet one had to be mindful, be aware of the trap, the pitfall that could snare the over confident. The unifying force that gifted a user with visions of the future could be interpreted by the user, there in lay the problem.
The shaded glimpses I saw was of a dark figure, the hues of red and green, then too the terracotta and ashen grey of stone, a vivid image of a what might be a storage area, a hangar, was this the near or distant future I did not know, but the brief revelation, it it could be called as such reeked of power and conflict.
I closed my eyes seeing nothing but the black beneath the lids of my eyes, I exhaled deeply and everything, every fiber sinew and muscle became relaxed as my mind fell in time with the force like a metronome. Feeling the force around me, in me, making me feel ever the vessel and setting my mind to take notice of the fabric, the patterns and ripples was how I discerned that another being was at hand; so she waited, she had not fled, but that was to be expected, she was Mandalorian after all and set upon the destruction of all force beings without prejudice or discrimination.
Having followed her tailed her here I knew roughly what lay in store, I knew she was taller than I and no doubt like others I had faced in the past skilled, dangerous and well armed, and perfectly capable of taking my life if she chose; this was not weakness in my thoughts, only an acceptance of what was possible, the facts, the Mandalorians were bred warriors, they were honorable but exceptionally deadly; proceed then with caution, and so I had.
I presumed therefore to take a less obvious route into the hangar that she chosen, and chosen well as a place to meet me, and assuming she did not wish to speak politics or trade tidbits I had entered the hangar and upon not finding her within the main hold had ascended a runged ladder and headed for the maintenance catwalks overhead whereby I had moved to the middle of the three catwalks to get a good aerial view of her and gauge her true size and hopefully some of her weaponry.
I myself wore traditional dark tan trousers and tunic, I wore no cloak and the only exception to my dress was that the sleeves of my tunic ended at the elbow revealing a body glove that I wore beneath my tunic, it prevented my sleeves from becoming entangled and as a more combative Jedi I found the adjustment likable. About my waist I wore the standard belt with its various pouches that held meds, macro binoculars, a breathing device and a grappling line among some other useful bits of kit such as rations. Well worn rugged all action boots that ended at the top of my calves finished the ensemble.
I then watched from above as the woman strode out of the Northern access corridor, with another corridor opposite and the main hold to the East. I stood mid way along the catwalk and watched her in silence as she slunk out ever the predator, I made a quick assessment of what I could see in regards to her weapons and armor. She appeared lightly armored with the only noticeable armor being the gauntlets upon her forearms, which I naturally assumed would be constructed from Beskar, one of which looked slightly meatier than the other, perhaps containing some extra bit of kit or modification. Her other hand finished in what I identified as a crushgaunt, in truth I had never seen one in action and was only able to identify it as such from what I had seen in the archives and from detailed accounts. As for weapons she carried a blaster, a cylindrical hilt like tube that looked suspiciously like a lightsaber; whether as a trophy or as a weapon she was skilled in, only time would tell. Her other weapon was a sword that seemed to have two cutting edges and gently tapered to a point, not a stiletto, it was akin to a katana albeit without the curve and possibly the length.
Assessment made, I now had the selection of how to irrigate myself, I could in somewhat showy style fall like lightning and land cat like, but I felt that would be an unnecessary focus and draw upon my reserves, I somewhat fancied my chances at range, usually I liked to engage a foe but for once I would sit back a little. I reached down to my right belt pocket and pulled out the fibercord reel and attached it to the slot on my belt fixing the opposite magnetic grapple to the catwalk rail, I bound it around the hand rail to assure a firm hold with minimal slip would be achieved.*"I hadn't planned on it, in fact you are a little late." *I called down to her, curling my right hand about the familiar hilt of one of my two dual phase lightsabers, the other rode the opposite hip and like its brethren my hand felt each dent and missing fleck of paint, almost recalling how the hilt had acquired that mark upon its surface, for now the blade remained inactive, my left hand's fingers curled in expectation seeming to taste the air, or was it something else entirely.*
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Elyia Reign
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 14, 2013 19:28:06 GMT -8
*Not displaying any sign of startlement, Elyia looks up into the darkness above, spotting the Jedi standing on the middle of the three maintenance catwalks that hung from the roof of the private hanger. Her good natural eyesight - augmented by the vision-enhancing effects of her custom sunglasses - made locating him none too difficult. Elyia calmly reaches down with her left hand to grasp her DL-44 blaster pistol and draws it, yet she neither raises it towards him nor makes any threatening gesture with it...yet.*
"You remind me of a cat stuck in a tree. Need help getting down? I can be very persuasive."
*Elyia keeps her head firmly fixed in his direction to give the illusion of her sole focus being on him, but behind those opaque sunglasses her eyes flicker around the hanger, taking stock of it. She pays particular note to how the walkways are supported and how might be the quickest way to dislodge one or more of them. She quickly determines that the quickest and easiest way is also the one way that she'd most like to avoid - if she couldn't fight a Jedi without resorting to that, then she would have to question her identity as Mando'ad. If only she'd brought a rocket launcher or some explosive grenades...*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 8:40:33 GMT -8
*Neither the force or my eyes missed the movement of her hand, a ripple in the force alerted me to danger, my eyes located the where abouts and in that moment my long serving friend flared to life with the classic snarling anticipatory hiss of the lightsaber, and yet she made no sudden move to fire, I sensed no further threat, only that her firearm was now free. It was upon this object that I fixed my mind and began to concentrate, searching out the power pack within and with a focused pouring of my will I began to attune my mind.
This Mandalorian may know what she dealt with to a certain extent, but not perhaps what type of person and this, this was everything. Like her I would fight with honour but perhaps maybe like her I would go above and beyond, it wasn't that I couldn't be defeated, it wasn't even that she may be able to best me, but I wouldn't stop. Call it a minor problem but I was and always had been beyond stoic; indomitable and it was all down to sheer will power, and my will was my strongest asset.
It was therefore through sheer will power that I executed the molecules to vibrate so rapidly that it left them with no where to go, no where to expand, except that is beyond their current restricting perimeters, the perimeter in this case being the blaster pack, the power itself was known as combustion, a power I had at one time been immensely proficient in, alas over time the power had fallen out of favor in usage. Now again however, as of late I had been honing it, no doubt it was not at optimal performance, but it should suffice, so long as concentration was not broken the power pack would effectively explode with what could be quite catastrophic vehemence.
A wry smile crossed my face following her comment, and I raised an eyebrow; was she being flirtatious? The cynical side of me informed me that it would all play into the part and parcel of her guise; she would after all use everything available to her from her arsenal even if that were her sex itself. And yet in the comment was the underlining threat, a coy comment with an ice hint of a warning, her methods of persuasion owing more likely to her combative prowess than her charms.*
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Elyia Reign
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 15, 2013 20:52:27 GMT -8
*The Jedi above her ignites his lightsaber the moment she draws, and yet pauses as she pauses; he says nothing but his attention is fully focused on her. Or is it just her? As she swings her blaster pistol up she feels heat through the grip - even through the gauntlet - and she with practiced efficiency slips her thumb to the release lever, flicking the weapon hard as she depresses it to cause the power pack to fly out and away from her. She twists away from it as it ignites, crouching into a ball so that the superheated gases that morphed into a small fireball as they escaped the cell would not injure her unprotected head. Instead the heat merely washes over the back of her protective bodysuit - enough to cause an uncomfortable prickling sensation but nothing more.
Rising immediately that that threat is gone, she glances up in his direction and shakes her head slightly. Keeping her body turned away just enough to hide her right hand for a moment, she reaches for the space power cell at her belt and quickly slips it into the firearm. Sure it may have been a weapon malfunction that caused the first mishap - and if so then she was taking a risk inserting another - but she doubted it. The moment the spare clip locks into place, Elyia fires two quick shots towards the catwalk the Jedi stood upon, followed by a third that was double-charged, hoping to make the Jedi dance as he tried to avoid getting shot through the boot. And she knew from experience, it was easier for a lightsaber-wielder to defend their centre of mass and reflect such shots back at an attacker, than it was to do so with shots such as this. She starts moving as she fires, in the direction of the ladder near the wall, keen to keep in motion and make herself a harder target.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 13:06:15 GMT -8
*I opened my eyes at the sound of an explosion to witness her twisting contorted form swerving nimbly out of harms way as the wash of the explosion spread across her back; smart one, this one, I knew it had been a risk, the gun in particular wasn't a threat, blaster bolts were a great deal easier to deal with than slugthrower rounds.
I watched her move, all serene grace, as much a dancer as a warrior, fluid, articulate and honed, coming out of her twist she simply pulled another pack from her belt and slotted it in with a resounding click, was that a smirk on her face, in truth I couldn't blame her, I had wasted all that focus for naught and she didn't waste time raising her pistol; the hairs stood on the back of my neck and I was all too familiar with that sensation, and so I jumped using my natural athleticism to clear the waist height hand rail, clearing the rail and falling into open space as the shots came ringing off the catwalk.
The stray shots met my blazing weapon now held in a two handed grip, as I fell like an arrow I retained the position of my knees drawn up toward my chest, the whizzing of the line rang out as I descended, I just hoped it caught me short to the desired point, having only played out a quantity that would leave me short of meeting the ground and I aimed to put this to good use.
Whiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr; Click
The line went taught and just prior to this was when I thrust my legs out forth in front of me and used the energy gained from falling to swing me rapidly toward my now on rushing foe, with the ladder behind me, when i had been atop the catwalk she was now running toward me and her chin should meet my booted feet in a few seconds, on top of the rapid descent I hoped to catch her unawares, whilst my left hand dropped from my hilt and reached behind me to my back evidently passing my secondary hilt upon it's journey.*
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 31, 2013 17:34:48 GMT -8
*As Elyia began to move towards the ladder, fast yet not out-right sprinting, the Jedi leaps the balcony railing and begins to drop towards the ground in front of her. She slows slightly, and, upon seeing the barely visible line of his magnetic grapple, estimates his plan. Thankfully for her, the laws of motion were more rigid for a man swinging on a cable than for someone with both feet on the ground. She continues moving forward as his cable snaps taut, but darts to her right (his left), rotating her upper body slightly towards him so that she can bring her Shield Gauntlet to bear easily in defence as required; she activates it just before he's within two blade lengths - a habit from so often dealing with Jen'jidai who carried dual-phase lightsabers.
Other than this clear defensive move however, she gives away little other than a clear desire to keep moving forward, seemingly eager to circumvent him rather than engage. However all is not as it seems, for the moment the Jedi's swing would carry him past her, Elyia would accelerate her anti-clockwise rotation in order to engage the Jedi from behind, aiming not only the blaster in her left gauntlet, but the grappling spike launcher on her right; her goal with to bury a blaster bolt and/or a beskar spike in his back.
In order to counteract the opposing forces of her forward momentum and her anti-clockwise rotation, Elyia has to continue the turn far enough to be able to throw her left around and behind her - but in the direction of the momentum - in order to use it as break for what becomes a controlled skid across the reasonably smooth hanger surface. Between his momentum and hers, there should be enough space between them now that she would have time to holster the blaster post firing and be ready to draw her ninjato if required.*
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