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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 8:09:02 GMT -8
Who: Panno vs Rackam
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Armour on profile
Lightsabers
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Apr 23, 2014 18:26:18 GMT -8
Panno had always loved coming into the gardens, they were a testimate to what the Imperials can achieve. Dedicated to one of the most influential Imperials ever the Palleon gardens were amoung the most serene places in the galaxy. His name Grai'Tal was the combination of both his parents Grai meaning Smith or metal worker and Tal which literally meant trees. He had lived up to his fore fathers and surpassed them being the Master armourer for the Imperial Knights. He was amoung the best smiths in the galaxy holding secrets that he would never allow to be stolen.
Of course he may never be as good a tree Shepard as his mother but this was a start. Walking into a part of the gardens in his blood red armour he stood out like a sore thumb in the different hues of green and brown. Sitting down with his lightsaber on his lap he began to sing, letting the words come from deep within. I see you are a seed, Tell me what do you need, I need some soil to grow, And then the sun to glow, Water to make me wet, Air for my leaves to get, Space for my roots to spread, Now I'm a plant. As he sang he infused the words with the force, going against the rules but as this is just the set up I think its safe enough. The force caused the plant at his feet to grow, slowly at first then with vigour. Eventually the plant took on a crude shape of an animal. It was no work of beauty but shaping plants took a lot of work. He could feel his mind splitting in two from the effort, he wouldnt risk using the force again for a while, no he would hurt himself to much. Instead he just enjoyed the silence of the place.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2014 4:03:34 GMT -8
A steady marching of booted feet broke the silence accompanied by the scuffing of stone work as though the two men that now approached were dragging a large heavy sack.
The two men you might say were cut from the same Imperial block both had small sharp eyes, strong squeared jaws and impeccable pressed Imperial grey uniforms. The only difference between them was one was a head taller the the other.
In unison they stamped to attention and then flung the body into submission before the seated Imperial.
"The prisoner sir as ordered."
Then as instructed they unbound him with the exception of a pe uliar neck manacle and tossed a curved cyclindrical tube like device upon the ground they then saluted and departed.
Rackam slowly lifted his bloodied head the manacle about his neck rattling as he raised himself up off the ground. Tried as he might he could not force the thing off and by some odd means it twisted the very fabric of the force to point where touching it caused searing pain and eventual unconsciousness with prolonged attempts.
Rackam believed he was nearing his tenure as a political prisoner and so this as it may seem could be the final throw of the dice. This was the end of the game and even now he could feel a benign smile forming on the lips of the man before him.
The question was, why hadn't he killed him already? Rackam had no doubt that he was about to find out. He slowly stretched out his hand and pulled into the embrace of his palm the curved hilt of his lightsaber and panno seemed content to let him.
Then it struck him. If Panno killed him in cold blood it would be murder and thus things would rapidly spiral toward a state of war. What then if the prisoner escaped and made it to the gardens and by chance faced off against an Imperial Knight. Both men would do their duty and should Panno succeed placating the Jedi Order would be so much easier if Rackam died under such circumstances. Yet off course this lay on the assumption that panno could and would be victorious.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Apr 27, 2014 6:36:33 GMT -8
Ahhh Athh'rackam'ronanor; am I saying that right? He knew how the Chiss got, they were Xenophobes but he himself was an alien so maybe it wouldnt be to bad, and he wasnt trying to steal Chiss tech. For half a second he considered cutting this man down here, it would make his life so much easier for a while. No he would do this as he was ordered by Sinistra. I have been told you Chiss are a proud race, not wanting to intermingle with outsiders yet you joined the Jedi. No harm done in that, to each there own but the Jedi have sided with the Republic and you were found on an Imperial world. He knew that one of the most prolific Chiss in the galaxy was Imperial so he tried to play on that. We are not monsters... Once again he went against the no force thing; if only to further the plot. Waving his hand, he felt a sharp pain behind his eyes that made him wince but the shackles came off.
I have a proposition for you. An honest fight we each have an equal chance to walk away from this. I win and I look like I stopped someone escaping, you win though and you walk free He said as he reached behind his back into a pouch that held a key. That will open the doors, and from there I am sure one such as yourself will find a way to get off and expose what you need to. SO what do you say?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 14:48:55 GMT -8
Rackam returned the question with a look of cynicism, why should a name matter, by order or design the man's purpose was clear.
Rackam perceived that via some weird twisted logic the armour clad Panno belived he was giving Rackam a gift, a chance and a choice, yet all was a woven illusion. Rackam wondered if Panno expected him to feel gratitude. Ideal the circumstances were not yet oddly Rackam would not have gained a better chance at breaking free and reporting the vital information he bad garnered. What choice did he have but to accept. He could die, or he could die fighting.
"You gamble with life like a toy, did you really expect me to bow before you and declare service to such twisted warped logic. At least the Empire of old had standards."
As the manacles fell away he rose slowly and made no doubt about making his intentions clear. The familliar snap hiss and the elegant weapon came to life in his hand and in preparation he turned his body to present his side profile to Panno.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on May 7, 2014 7:22:00 GMT -8
Smiling as he reached for his own blade Panno thumbed the activator. With the familiar sound of a snap-hiss the silver blade sprang to life. Unlike most lightsabers, possibly all even his had a slight curve to it. Holding it in his right hand off to the side so Rackam could see it the end just inches from the plant be had just created the Dressilian spoke. You call this a gambit, I call it a chance. I don't have to prove myself to you, perhaps you haven't thought of the far reaching aspects of this. Tilting his head back there was a droid hovering with a camera pointing towards the duo. That is a security droid. We captured you sneaking with it, we give it to the techs and they splice together that with this fight. You kill me and it's released over the HNN. A Jedi striking down an Imperial Knight, it wont do any good for public relations. Maybe all out war, perhaps victory through peace like the Empire of old you speak of.
If I win well we still show a Jedi sneaking around on Imperial worlds. I bet that won't look so good on the order now will it?With that Panno started to move, placing the blade in both hands so it was facing his opponent he began towards the Jedi. Despite not wanting to do this he had orders, it was years of conditioning that compelled him to follow them. It was that same training that kicked in as he neared striking range.
Knowing this wouldn't end so quickly he opted to be a drain on the strength reserves. Keeping the blade low Panno angled it towards his left and tried to Shim the mans right thigh looking where he was going to strike a heartbeat before doing it. Hopefully the eye movement would alert the Chiss to his plan. Following through with the strike the tip of his blade; if unobstructed would end up at waist height on his own right hand side. Oh and please don't use the force it will only mean bad things for both us.
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