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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 8, 2013 6:01:40 GMT -8
Alena Karso vs. Trull Ordo
Any weapons, any armour, any powers, Uni rules
Arena: Dantooine: Abandoned Jedi Enclave
Broken beams jut up from a collapsed building to the side. Glass and rubble litter the floors of the hallway. A steady rain plops down from the grey sky, unhurried fat drops of water slowly washing everything back to the dirt. Once, long ago, this place was a bastion of light in the galaxy. Now it is a gutted shell of it's former glory, the Jedi Enclave of Dantooine, a silent marker for the death of the Jedi.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 9, 2013 19:29:39 GMT -8
The young woman stood in a hallway of the ruins of the Jedi Enclave, staring down the long, damp corridor. This place had once been a source of wonder for her, her only real exposure to history. But that was more than half a lifetime ago: her last trip to these ruins had been when she was only 10 years old. And at 24, her fascination with all the nooks and crannies and hiding places had long since faded away.
To a casual observer, it wasn't obvious that she was, in fact, a young woman. The Mando War had started, and her former identity -- the secret she had kept safe from the unforgiving strands of time for seven years -- had been revealed. As such, she could once again don her signature orange armour without fear of being discovered, only this time she had added a few perks. The armour plating on her left hand was much thinner than before, capable of transmitting the electricity from the cybernetic implants she had installed years before, and there was a small storage compartment on her back that held within it a single lightsaber. The modular cannon was removable as always, and the helmet provided a removal of her Force senses and her Force signature, just as it always had done. Now, though, she had a bit of training -- though it had been over seven years since she had last used the Force -- so, if needed, she could get rid of the helmet and focus on the energy field that had taken her years to learn how to even touch.
She knelt down by one particular crack, where a large chunk had fallen out of the wall at an odd angle. She reached into the crack, her fingers worming around until they hit something metallic, and she smiled as she pulled it out: a single credit chip, a keepsake from a lost childhood.
Alena Karso -- Eliana Shan -- was home.
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Trull Ordo
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 10, 2013 17:43:59 GMT -8
Twelve sets of boots trampled grass behind him as the Mandalorian Priest walked towards the ruined structure. His Shields, his chosen allies, fanned out behind him with weapons readied. Trull's grey eyes crinkled with melancholy, his mind conjuring images of peaceful life here. This place would have been beautiful before it was destroyed. This desecration had not been blessed of Kad. The Siit understood nothing of balance, of only paring away that which was sickened.
That thought paused in his mind. Had this pruning been unnecessary, truly? The Siit were a disease in their own right - but, of course, so were the Jetiise. If they weren't, then why was Trull fighting this war at all? If he was not doing Kad's work, he had no business being here, or fighting in this war. Perhaps the Siit had been acting in Kad's will after all: unwitting agents of the Purging God. The lines around Trull's eyes eased at that thought. The damaged beauty of the place was still saddening, but he was at peace with the devastation. It had been in Kad's will.
It had to be in Kad's will. No doubt the Burning God was more evident in those days. Perhaps those had been the times when Kad would care- Trull's thoughts were interrupted by a tone from his HUD. His scanners had picked up movement. Echoing pings from his men signalled that they had noticed it too. Shields lifted and weapons readied, the thirteen warriors advanced and swept through the compound.
It was Corvo who found her. He rounded a corner, his fists lifted and weapons primed - in these close quarters, his sword was less than useful. The towering Mandalorian immediately called his captain. Priest Ordo, I've found them.
Trull appeared at the opposite end of the corridor, shield and carbine lifted. He couldn't discern the unknown's gender, and the armor style was unfamiliar to him. His interest was piqued. Stand back, Corvo. "Identify yourself."
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 10, 2013 22:36:44 GMT -8
The Shields were not the only ones with technology on their side, and more likely than not, her technology was more advanced. It was her pride and joy; if it didn't one-up the competition, she went back to the drawing board. So, seconds before the Shields' scanners pinged, hers had done the same. She replaced the credit chip where it belonged, then started to advance down the hallway, charging her cannon as she went.. Then noticed that there was more than one intruder. Her eyes narrowed: they had the advantage of numbers, whoever or whatever they were, and if she appeared hostile right off the bat, it might make things worse for her. So, she knelt back down at the crack in the wall, fiddling with it idly and monitoring her peripherals until the first intruder rounded the corner. The moment she saw that distinctive Mandalorian armour, her whole body tensed, but her mind went racing into action.
Mandalorians did enjoy their private communication lines. And she did so enjoy listening in. She turned off the external speakers and set her visor to go opaque -- all with blink commands -- and then spoke a single word to her armour.
"Comms."
The conditions she was in -- total external blackout -- combined with that one word, set one her automated routines into action. Her armour's systems automatically began scanning the airwaves for private communications, and, once those had been found, it would begin hacking into them. It would take a rather short time, depending on how much was being said.
Another Mandalorian rounded the corner at the other end, holding a shield and a carbine. An alert flashed in her HUD: her systems had found an active comm channel. She frowned as the connection was lost; it seems the Mando'ade were being quiet today. Then, just to prove her wrong, the second one spoke to her.
She stood and turned to face him, the tip of her cannon emitting a very dull light, yellow in colour. She wasn't going to power it down, not under these conditions, but it was very clear that she would lose if it came to a firefight right now: she had at least one weapon trained on her, and she hadn't "drawn" her own.
"Name's Elly." Gods, that name still felt foreign on her tongue, after seven years of disuse. "What brings a set of fine verde such as yourselves 'round these parts?"
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Trull Ordo
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 12, 2013 12:31:48 GMT -8
Under his helmet, a thin smile sliced Trull's face. They were playing the verbal game. At least now he had an idea of who he was dealing with: a woman named Elly. Her voice had given away her gender.
"Maybe the same thing that brings a young lady like yourself here. Why are you here, anyway?" The Priest switched to closed comms and pinged the Shields. Shields, close on my position and lock down the complex. A chorus of echoing acknowledgments responded.
The Priest didn't move from his combat crouch: shield lifted, carbine poised behind it, ready to be aimed and fired.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 15, 2013 1:26:50 GMT -8
"Just.."
It occurred to her that she no longer needed to keep up the guise of Alena. There was no point in faking; this had once been her home, and she had once been proud of it. There was no need to lie anymore about who she was or where she had come from.
As she opened her mouth to speak, her HUD flashed an alert: the Mandalorians' comm channel was open again, and she smiled as the second alert flashed up.. She was in.
Though the acknowledgements had been largely uninformative -- as most acknowledgements were, she mused -- they did provide a proper confirmation of the numbers her tech had already told her about. The fact that she had access to their "private" comms was at most an advantage, and at least something she could hold over their heads. There was no downside, and that was very rare in this day and age.
Finally, she spoke.
"Revisiting a childhood memory, which I doubt is the case for you."
With a simple set of blinks, her visor went from opaque to transparent, her blue eyes shining out from behind the metal, the seemingly carefree smile visible as well.
"You have me at a disadvantage."
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 15, 2013 16:13:36 GMT -8
Trull simply nodded slowly, still not relaxing his guard. Her talk of 'advantages' did not reassure him that this exchange would end peacefully. His HUD began to ping him irregularly; confirmations from his men that they had formed a perimeter. Behind the woman, Corvo had disappeared and joined the other Shields, securing the perimeter.
"I am Trull Ordo," the Mandalorian began, speaking solemnly and almost regretfully. "Priest of Kad'Harangir. I come in the name of Mand'alor Ashrah Intalbo. Are you an ally of the jetiise? You don't seem like one of them."
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 17, 2013 21:39:59 GMT -8
"Trull Ordo?"
She knew that name. She had heard it on Yavin Station during her "incarceration." And after what she had done.. After all the Mando'ade she had killed on that Station.. The hapless Jedi and prisoners that hadn't had time to be warned.. All of them going to an ignoble death.. Trull was the one that fate had chosen to survive?
"I know you. You should be dead. You should have died when I.. when I destroyed Yavin Station."
By that point, there was no point in hiding who she had been. If that didn't tip him off to her identity, then nothing would. She was the hacker with the mismatched hair, who had activated Yavin Station's self-destruct sequence and stolen the Mandalorian General Corr Vhett's shuttle before the station had gone up. There had been POWs and Jedi survivors, Mandalorian warriors everywhere, but the fact that the General had been caught in the blast, and that the control over the Praxeum's defenses had been set automatically before their destruction, meant a huge win for the Jedi forces. And, best of all for them, it hadn't been one of their own who had dealt that final, murderous blow. It had been a sympathizer, someone who just wanted to check in on her brother to make sure he was safe. They could cast the blame on her, while overlooking the advantage she had given them, if that was what they wanted.
Her eyes narrowed; if this man had found a way off the Station before it had been destroyed, then he was more resourceful than he seemed. Her comm lit up with a dozen acknowledgements as Trull's men reported back in, letting him know that they had established a perimeter. At the same time, the indicator light in the corner of her HUD began glowing red: this light was powered by the Lorrdian crystals that she had installed in her armour years ago. Still, though, she knew that this priest was an honourable sort of fellow; she reached up with her left hand -- the cannon on her right hand was starting to glow a bit brighter -- and pulled her helmet off in one fluid movement, allowing the Priest of Kad'Harangir to see her: blue eyes, pale skin, mismatched hair with red on her left, and blue and green stripes on her right. She imagined that he would give her the chance to defend herself properly this time, so she looked him in the visor, opening herself to the Force with her eyes dead-set on where she estimated his to be.
"Seems you survived, though."
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 19, 2013 19:35:45 GMT -8
Her words made no sense to him, but all at once Trull's stomach was full of fire and snakes. He shifted, peering forward ever so slightly as she slipped her helmet off. Recognition was as instant as his reaction. She was the one. She had killed his commander, his brothers, his High Priest. She had crippled the attack on Yavin in one blow. Now Trull had found her again, by some freak chance - no. It had to be Kad's will. Either He had determined to cull the Mandalorians and she was here to finish His work, or He had sent His Priest here for retribution. Only combat could discern for sure.
His HUD gave him the benefit of not needing to aim down the actual sights of his weapon in order to fire. A holographic red crosshairs highlighted her face in the same instant it was revealed, tracking Trull's reaction time and aiming for her left eye.
Trull fired, maybe one and a half seconds after she had lifted her helmet away. Almost as soon as he fired he was bulling forward, shield lifted to smash into the woman - hopefully. In a corridor this tight, she wouldn't have much room to dodge. As his arms pumped in those few closing steps, Trull released his carbine to dangle on its strap, slinging it to his back and bracing both arms on his shield straps.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 27, 2013 8:14:36 GMT -8
It seemed that she had imagined wrong.
It was ironic that the action which had prompted him to fire upon her was also the action which saved her life, had he chosen to do so without said prompting. With the helmet removed, she once again had full access to the Force, and though she was much weaker than her brother in its usage, she had one latent talent that she had only truly discovered about a year before she had had to fake her own death, to keep the timeline intact. But it had not faded in its years of disuse. She had been gifted with the power of foresight, and her armour's systems, installed with several levels of Lorrdian crystals, only served to enhance that gift. So, she knew he was about to fire, and she knew when and how to duck to avoid dying.
Before the shots rang out, she was already in motion, turning clockwise and moving to her right. Time seemed to slow down as she saw everything playing out, and she simply acted. Both her hands were coming up, her left still holding her helmet, her right hand -- hidden inside the cannon's chassis -- gripping the controls firmly, her little finger flicking the cannon's setting over, and her thumb pressing down on the button to charge up her first shot. The cannon's point switched from a dull yellow glow to a vibrant, shining white, and she let go of her helmet with two fingers, still maintaining her grip on it as a whole.
The shots came, barely missing her flesh, though she could hear a sizzle and smell burnt hair: his shot had taken off a lock on her crimson side. And then he was charging.. but she was ready. She dropped her stance down to one knee, her loose fingers flicking up in a Force Pull aimed to yank Trull's shield up even further than it already was, hoping to expose his center.. And her cannon was forward, her thumb coming off the trigger and releasing a charged-up concussive wave at the charging Mandalorian.
The Force was her ally, but holding her helmet like this would prove to be a serious handicap, very soon. She needed to buy some time.
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Post by Trull Ordo on Oct 3, 2013 22:20:47 GMT -8
Trull felt his arms pulled skyward and the shield's rim sparked against the remains of the ceiling - then an impact like a bomb's shockwave hit him in the stomach. In the mental slowness of that moment, he cursed the impetuousness that had made blind himself behind the shield. Things like made one ripe for the Harvest.
The Mandalorian was flung to the ground, tumbling awkwardly as his spear, magnetically fastened to his back, attempted to catch him against the walls and then was knocked free. It clattered on the ground beside the downed Priest; he had the good fortune to land with one leg under him, bracing on a knee that would be complaining mightily on the morrow. That, of course, assumed he would live to see the morrow, but he still held his shield, and as long as Trull Ordo had that aegis in hand, his fight was not over.
His right hand dove to his belt, behind his shield where Alena (presumably) could not see it, and unclipped his thermal detonator. He passed it to his left hand and primed it, holding down the trigger to pause the detonation; once that was released, however, he would have a mere four seconds to clear the three-meter blast radius. A drastic measure, perhaps, but Trull was taking no chances. This aruetii would die today, in payment for the lives she had taken.
Readying the grenade took barely a second, and Trull scooped up his spear again, hurling it at Alena's head. He didn't expect it to be a problem: he expected it to be a distraction, as his right hand shot to his belt again and drew his Ripper. Still kneeling, Trull aimed and fired past the edge of his shield, squeezing the trigger twice. Both shots were aimed for Elly's center mass.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 18, 2014 11:31:58 GMT -8
Hello people, I won't beat around the bush today. Due to the lack of actual combat this duel will remain a draw. Should you wish to continue said fight just PM me.
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