Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 12, 2013 15:32:50 GMT -8
Lord Nexus vs Ashrah Intablo vs The Shadow King (Triple Threat) Scenario: Krayt's grave yard, Tattooine. Rules/Gear: Uni Rules, Lightsaber resistant metals allowed, no power armo The Krayt Graveyard was a valley on Tatooine. It was where many krayt dragons went to die. The bones of hundreds of these creatures littered the valley floor. When an aged krayt sensed death approaching, it instinctively began the arduous journey to this resting place
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jul 15, 2013 7:24:08 GMT -8
Death is only the beginning.
A smirk played across the lips of the Dark Lord as he roamed; it was an ironic smile, based upon where he found himself. Here, where the bones of massive, majestic beasts littered the earth. Bones that once held powerful muscles and scales, which held a beauty that no man made item could compare to. Now they were just bones, dried and cracked, humbled by the elements. For these dragons, it seemed that death was the final end. It was an end that would be shared by Nexus' opponents. He could feel him coming.
Such knowledge didn't stop the Dark Lord from continuing on his path. The tattered ends of his robes slid over the grass, hiding his footprints. Nexus made his way to the center of the 'Grave Yard', towards the weathered skull of a dragon. The sun was high in the sky, giving the world a bold brightness that is rarely seen elsewhere. In Tattooine, however, this was simply noon. Nexus eyed the skull for a moment, then used the force to propel him to the top of the vantage point. The dunes were undisturbed- it was eerie. Nexus scanned the area silently, waiting for his enemy to reveal his face.
The Dark Lord was garbed in tattered robes, though these were merely used to conceal what was beneath. As he landed on the top of the colossal skull, he shrugged off the bulk of his robes. They slid to the ground by his feet, then off of the side of the skull, into the sand. Without his robes, he revealed his true nature. Beneath was a man of war. He wore no shirt, which revealed a well-toned, muscular upper body, lined with tattoos; a body which was pale even after exposure to the intense twin suns of Tattooine.
The man wore a pair of black slacks, strange black metal gauntlets and matching boots which held a malicious glow, hinting that they were more than simple durasteel armor pieces. The majority of his face was hidden by a pale mempo, which covered from his chin to the bridge of his nose, leaving only his eyes and hair as defining features. Carved from bone, the mempo did not bare any decorative marks, save for the occasional contours; it hid the expression of the dark lord. However Nexus needed no expression to make an impression on someone; he possessed a pair of striking, ice blue eyes, and obsidian black hair which stretched below his shoulders without bounds, this was the face of a handsome man, yet the eyes were those of a predator.
He was armed as well. On his hips hung two saber hilts at his side, both longer than normal, though one was long enough to suggest that it was a double-bladed weapon. Along with these hilts was hilt of an ornate weapon on his back; Reaver, the ancient, massive sith sword that was Nexus' signature weapon.
Nexus made no move for his weapons. He simply waited for his enemy, sweeping the horizon with those eyes.
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Ashrah
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 16, 2013 6:40:03 GMT -8
The near silence of the desert was shattered by the angry bark of a shot gun. Not just any shot gun. Kad'marev to be exact. Kads' Fist. And extension of the will of the War God. The shot was aimed at Nexus chest. Granted. Some people would read this and think it cheap. Our intrepid Author however feels this is typically within Ashrahs character given the events of the Mando/Sith War.
He was no longer given to flights of fancy, or the need for inane speeches and flowery voicing. Nope. Death. Every Forcie deserved Death, and Death would be delivered this day, one way or the other......
He stood, having stepped out from behind the skull of a massive Krayt Dragon, his HUD zooming in on the Forcie and aiding his aim. He was wearing his battered black beskar'gam, Kad'marev in his right hand, the 2 foot handle of the Chain in his left. Unusually he had only the handle this time around, opting for the relative freedom of movement of not having it wrapped around his left arm. His Beskad was sheathed on his back in the custom sheath. His goal was to end this fight quickly and continue on his hunt. His HUD scanned the area around him just in case this man was not alone.....
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 16, 2013 9:59:48 GMT -8
He could hear the dull thud of footsteps in the sand as the men arrived, feel the pressure of their feet on the ground above. Perhaps it was finally time.
He had been lying there, buried beneath the desert sand, for nearly an hour. Waiting. He could not have said what he was waiting for, or even why he was waiting, only that he was, and that now he knew his waiting had ended. The men above signaled an end to his unnaturally imposed entombment, and he wasted no time in seizing his freedom.
The earth exploded upward in a cloud of sand as he burst into motion, his unnaturally strong physique propelling him out of the ground and onto his feet. He stood roughly between the two men, though offset so as to form a rough triangle, and his arms lashed out toward both men. This would have been an empty gesture from most that had no capacity to use the force, but for Xinzon it compelled the stun tentacles clasped in his hands to action, snaking out toward the throats of both men in an instant to coil and constrict until no life remained. Assuming, of course, that the two men were as close together as their posts thus far have implied.
He was dressed plainly, for a falleen, his usual ornate robes repalaced with a light colored tunic that would blend with the sand, though he still wore the gauntlets and belt that seemed never to leave him.
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jul 19, 2013 7:58:17 GMT -8
So it began.
The bark of Kad'marev disrupted the scalding serenity of Tattooine, and disturbed the sacred place. But the bullet did not meet its mark, and blood had not yet been spilled. No. Nexus was ready for a fight, and thus his senses were attuned to threats against his person. While Ashrah may have been invisible to the eyes of the force, his intent was not.
There was a disturbance in the force, as the jedi were so fond of noting. No sooner than the Dark Lord's foot touched upon the skull, did he push off again, leaping backwards, away from the back of the skull and towards the maw of the deceased monstrosity. As he landed, creating a subtle indent in the sand, he backed away, vigilant for the attacker which he could not sense. Then he felt it again. Raising the force around him, he was ready to defend himself from a second shot, yet that was not the disturbance.
This time, the disturbance came by the way of a Falleen bursting through the sand to Nexus' right. The Dark Lord stepped back further still, assessing the situation. As he stepped, still ever vigilant, he reached over his shoulder, grasping the hilt of Reaper. He unsheathed the blade and pulled it down in front of him in one fluid motion. The blade was colossal in size, as wide as a man's hand, and as tall as a short man- a claymore of considerable size. Even so, he moved it as though it weighed no more than a feather. He brought the blade up, holding it with both hands just in time to intercept the tendril with a batting parry as it snaked for his head. He kept his eyes open for the second attacker with the shot gun.
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Ashrah
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 19, 2013 8:43:55 GMT -8
The sand erupted, and a man appeared. Well that was annoying. What was this, a Kad damned party? He HATED Forcies. Kad'marev came close and he pumped her once, the barrel whipping around and now facing the irritant who felt it was ok to play in the sand. The shotgun erupted again, spewing its hot lead directly at the side of Shadow King. Which side? Well, considering it is not stated, we will say the left side. Yes. I like that. The slug from the shot gun flew at speed towards the left side rib cage, which was tantalizingly open, what with the mans arms up, shooting electrical silly string at the armoured Manda'lor. Easily dealt with. With a fluid grace and speed that would suggest force use, if Ashrah was a Force User, the shotgun flipped int he air, the barrel landing in his gloved hand, and he swung it like a bat, the handle slamming into the tendril, knocking it away from him. With a deft flip, Kad'marev was right way round and locked to his back, his besk'ad sliding free of her sheath beside the shotgun. It was time to fillet some Forcies.......
He burst into motion, his powerful legs propelling him forward, directly at the man he just hopefully aerated.....You could breath out the side of your chest cavity....right?
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 19, 2013 9:54:17 GMT -8
He ignored the shotgun blast as it struck the shields protecting the left side of his ribcage, and instead focused on manipulating the tendrils whose use he had trained to perfect. Tightening his grip on the dexterous tentacles as they were struck by each man's weapon, he signaled them to coil around the objects and squeeze, hard enough to crush most metals, then pulled his arms together in front of him, the gun-toting mandalorian to his left and the sith to his right. His goal was simple. With his feet planted wide apart and the leverage each man would provide against the other, his hope was that both would be disarmed by the sudden forward pull on their weapons, and the weapons themselves would be crushed and become useless. He did not entirely expect the sword to succumb to the pressure of his tendril's coils, however, as it was a rare thing these days to find a blade not forged of some extraordinarily durable material. Even the tendrils he now used had fallen prey to that trend, but what was one to do when faced with a galaxy of lightsabers and their wielders?
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jul 22, 2013 10:20:07 GMT -8
The calm resting place of the dying was suddenly filled with blurry life, as enemies locked into mortal combat.
As the phrik tendril embraced the blade of the sith sword Reaver, Nexus tightened his grip on the weapon. When the whip coiled around the blade, Nexus braced for what he knew would end in a nasty surprise for the Falleen. The tendril tightened it's grip, but the sword did not bend or break. Instead, it emitted a blood curling shriek as metal grazed against metal. Sith Swords were unique due to their unnatural creation process. A combination of sorcery and ancient forging secrets led to the creation of this weapon, which was made of a metal sharper and stronger than most.
For the Shadow King, the surprise was just that. Rather than finding his opponents weapon destroyed, he found that the sword was intact and locked in a brutal tug of war with the tendril. The tighter the tendril squeezed, the more the sith blade bit into the weapon, though the more Reaver bit into the tendril, the more damaged the blade became.
The Dark Lord did not allow himself to linger in this position. Instead, he allowed the force to flow throughout his body, becoming a more deadly glove than the one which the Fallen wore, then he harnessed the force and bent it to his will. Being a master of Telekinesis, the Dark Lord did not need to move his hands to use the force, all it took was his will. Without any physical influence, the shorter lightsaber hilt of the two snapped free from his belt and shot towards the head of the Falleen at blinding speeds. The blade ignited when it was 10 feet away, spinning as a horizontal disk of crimson death.
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Ashrah
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 31, 2013 9:59:19 GMT -8
As his blade came into his hand, the tendril wrapped around the weapon, and Ashrah nearly laughed out loud. Much like Nexus Sith blade, his own besk'ad was a custom jobber, manufactured to his specification by HNAC a long time ago, this weapon could crease beskar, nearly cut through Phrik and slice durasteel like butter given a hard enough and focused enough attack. He paused before charging, tightened the muscles in his shoulders and arms, planted his feet, and pulled as hard as he could. The tendrils were an interesting weapon, and probably effective against durasteel and its ilk, but against Beskar and his own blade, it was practically useless. The Manda'lor grinned beneath his buy'ce and he hauled on the tendril. With both him and Nexus pulling form opposite sides, it should get uncomfortable for Shadow King.....
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Post by The Shadow King on Jul 31, 2013 14:07:40 GMT -8
Ah yes, planting your feet and bracing for a tug of war while standing in loose sand. A most effective tactic indeed. Neither man could weigh any more than three hundred pounds, a weight the falleen was capable of lifting with a single arm, and neither of them would have sure footing on the shifting sand. The only one who wouldn't be moving would be Xinzon himself, due to the opposing forces being applied to either side of him. Their attempts to pull him apart would do little besides put grooves in the ground as they pulled themselves closer to him, merely aiding in his original goal.
That goal was not to be fulfilled however, as when he caught sight of the object leaving the belt of the sith and launching itself toward his head, a mental command, translated through the sensors in the handle of the whip, uncoiled it from the man's weapon and his right forearm jerked up to protect his head. When he felt the tug from the other direction, the mandalorian leaning his weight into an attempt to disarm the whip, he sent another command and his left hand weapon released that sword as well, providing none of the resistance the armored man was no doubt expecting to encounter. Given that he had planted both his feet and put all his strength into the pull, it would very difficult to avoid being thrown backwards by his own momentum.
The blade of the thrown weapon reached him then, clashing against the bracer worn on Xinzon's forearm and its inlaid cortosis pattern, shorting out as it struck. It would be useless for the next few minutes, unless someone were to use the handle itself as a bludgeoning weapon, and Xinzon threw his right hand toward the sith again. The whip he held there lashed back out in a downward motion, flattening into a razor-sharp edged strand and aiming to bisect the other man from his left shoulder to his right hip, or at the very least cut deep into the tissue of his chest.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 8, 2013 14:35:32 GMT -8
Balls to that. Ashrah rolled his wrist three times in an attempt to loop the tendril around his blade as the Falleen was again commanding this ingenious weapon to do his bidding once more.....Which was annoying. His foot was well placed, and the sudden lack of tension did make him stumble slightly, but he was a well trained warrior, and not prone to falling on his ass at the first sign of trouble. His own blade was fully capable of cutting through the whip like tendrils and their magical abilities, unless it was made of something like Phrik or Beskar. If it was the Latter the Manda'lor was going to have a serious talk with his vode........
Not expecting his move to work at all, because hey.....why would it? He pulled is right arm back, hoping he maybe cut something, tucked his arm into his side, and started forward once more. He was pretty sure that the tendrils wouldn't be able to crush his beskar'gam, so he ignored the thing for now. He needed to get close and deal with this man before he could deal with the other Force Using Hippy...
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