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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 12:31:36 GMT -8
Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the iconic chime of the Thermal Detonator as a thumb would switch it into an active an armed state. But where. He could hear it coming from somewhere amidst the dust and debris that had swallowed the air and space around them. But where? Where was the tiny red flashing light that accompanied it. A slight sound as an arm or something fumbled around. His head jerked to it and his body tensed. One thing was certainly for sure and that was that this was quite the predicament. He'd let himself go on and feel unbeatable and now the Sith was testing that.
One lesson that had long been hard for him to learn was that a man is at he most dangerous when he is at his most desperate. That certainly held true for this situation. This Sith was tired. Undeniably so. He'd [Andor] been negated success at each and every attempt to gain an upper hand throughout the course of this battle, but now desperation had sunk in to possibly its highest level for Andor.
Sihnyad dove into the cloud of dust, disengaging the blades or his lightsabers as he did so. Luckily enough, for him, his dive had caused the shots fired from Andor's blaster to mostly miss, only the last grazing his right hip, cauterizing the wound upon the burn of the blaster's bolt and had landed his on the other side of the recently fallen pillar. Damn that hurt.
He should have listened to this lesson of Master Tokare's. If he had, he probably wouldn't have been in his current predicament.
BOOM!
The thermal detonator had run its course and detonated. Just feet from where both of them lay, the explosion consumed the moment, soon after spraying hot debris in all directions along with shrapnel. He tucked himself as small as he could behind that pillar, praying that it would shield him from most of the impact and the shrapnel it spit out in multiple directions. It did. However unlikely, it had done just that. Or so he believed.
He felt around, finally coming across the hilt of the double-bladed lightsaber upon his lower back. The casing was shattered but he, himself, was otherwise unscathed. He could only hope that the Sith could not say the same as the blast should have sent shrapnel in his direction as well.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 24, 2015 19:34:51 GMT -8
The end was near, one way or the other. The beast was cornered and helpless. The hunter could have ended it there, but he stood there, toying with the creature, teasing it, scaring it, but most notably provoking it. The beast was desperate, and it would rather go out with a final bite than get killed without a fight. The beast leapt forward at the hunter, lashing out for (most likely) the final time, hoping to catch the arrogant man by surprise. Surprise: It was the animal's only hope.*
*The adrenaline in Andor’s body was fading, his body spent of energy as he fired off the shots from his blaster. But his fear, his fear of defeat and death, pushed him on. He had never been pushed this far. He didn’t know what to do if Sihnyad survived the thermal detonator. His mind shut down as his primal instincts took over. There was no thinking, there was only acting. There was only survival.*
*The final shot left his blaster and without hesitation, and surprising, almost super-human agility (His fear giving him one last stand and fueling his body), Andor placed his left hand on the fallen pillar, closed his eyes, and held his breath. His blaster blaster pistol was aimed at his right foot, squeezing the trigger twice in swift succession.*
*What next happened in the course of a few milliseconds, maybe a second at most, but to Andor, the Dark Lord of the Sith, time seemed to come to a complete stop. Even with his eyes closed, his vision flashed white hot as the two bolts seared into his foot. The smell of a burnt leather boot immediately filled his nostrils, shortly followed by the noxious odor of crisp, blackened flesh.*
*The pain. All Andor could think about was the pain. It was so strong, so overwhelming that the sensation couldn’t even be put into words. Taking two blaster bolts, at point blank range, in the exact same spot, was a massacre. Searing flesh, tendrils of smoke, and indescribable pain flooded Andor’s senses. He couldn’t hold it in. His emotions exploded from him, a wave of raw, uncontrolled telekinetic energy.*
*In the instant the detonator went off, so did the Dark Lord of the Sith. From his left hand, the one strategically placed on the fallen pillar, Andor unleashed a devastating Force Push. The pillar effortlessly left the ground, rising about two feet off the ground. It sailed towards Sihnyad, who had just dove for the pillar, intending to use it for cover. But unfortunately for the Jedi, the pillar was now flying straight at his diving body, low enough to the ground to prevent him from going under, but yet high enough to prevent the Jedi’s body from going over it. The Jedi was caught between an explosion and a battering ram, which was flying at such a powerful velocity, that it could easily kill a man upon contact.*
*Andor gave a shriek of pain as his body was thrown backwards from the sheer power of his attack. His body was like a doll in the wind, finally falling limply to the hard, cold ground, sending up a small cloud of dust. Shrapnel from the explosion pelted and assaulted the left side of his body, sending up a crimson mist to mingle with the falling brown dust. The blood was warm as it trickled from Andor’s side, around the ribcage area, and his left leg. If there was any fortune at all (Besides the Jedi’s death…. Hopefully), Andor’s left arm was unharmed, due to the metal of his cybernetics.*
*A gash was in his left cheek: blood oozing out and trickling down by the pull of gravity, mixing into his white hair and staining his ear in crimson red. He laid there, his vision going between black and reality. His eyes wouldn’t focus as the darkness threatened to swallow him into unconsciousness. His breathing was ragged and uneven.*
*In his right hand, Andor weakly grasped the handle of his blaster pistol. Hell, he didn’t even know if he had the strength to lift it, probably not. To his left, just inches out of reach of his hand, lay one of his lightsaber hilts which had miraculously survived the blast. His mechanical hand, with patches of synth flesh missing, and other strands hanging by a thread, reached for it, his fingers scratching the dirt, barely brushing the black hilt. Almost there…. Not that he would be able to use it if he managed to curl his fingers around it.*
*The Sith Lord thought he heard a whisper in his ear, Chaos beckoning him, reaching out to ensnare him. Andor’s heart leapt in fear, his breathing becoming more sporadic, his muscles seizing in spams of anxiety.*
*If Sihnyad had survived the blast of the thermal detonator, while finding a way to miraculously evade the bullet of a pillar, Andor was done for.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 10:00:45 GMT -8
He was in the process of swiftly moving to a position behind the down pillar when he caught a hue of red light flash twice before the smell of singed flesh lofted upward and into the air. It was at a distance to where Sihnyad himself would not be able to smell it and in turn wouldn't be able to distinguish it from the deathly odor that already filled the heavy and stagnant air of this place.
He braced himself, once again calling on the Force to aid and assist him. Perhaps in this case as it had done several times in the past, it would save him from utter death. It may perhaps cease the revelry that would writhe if he were to come to an untimely demise. He teeth gritted harshly and he narrowed his focus to be completely of the Force, immersing himself with it. He called on it and formed it in a manner to enhance his body. To make it so he could withstand a greater amount of pain and force. Of exhaustion and pure loss of energy. He called on the Force in a manner the was known simply as Force body, but . . .
He unleashed a sharp cry of pain. It seemed that just before the ability had taken full effect, a lone piece of shrapnel had buried into his left calf muscle, tearing ruggedly through his robes and bringing him to a knee and stopping him just short of the pillar which know flew the air as some kind of makeshift bullet. It seemed, now, that the desperation of the Sith was in full swing, using what should have been the last of his energy to propel the large rock forward. But, in a similar sense, he wasn't in the best form now either. The was fragmentation in his lower, left calf, partially severing his Achilles's tendon there. Even if he were to be able to call upon the ability of Force body at this point, it wasn't as if he would be able to properly walk on it.
There was one of two things he could do about it at this point. One; he could rip the piece out of his leg, likely turning the partially severed Achilles's tendon into a fully severed one, along with causing excessive damage and tearing other soft tissue around the area. Or two; he could leave it where it was, though if there were a way he could stabilize it, that would be ideal. Leaving it in would lessen the current bleeding and lessen the chance of unnecessary damage, an obvious smarter move from the instinctual pulling it out.
He left it as it was, his years of training taking over. Whatever was coming next, he knew it wouldn't be him to press the attack. He couldn't and wouldn't be able to, especially not when he couldn't properly walk, much run or shift his weight as would be needed to to do any such thing so instead, he remained there, his mouth clinched tightly as he fought through the throbbing pain of his left calf. He was on a knee [his left] with his left hand balled into a fist, lightsaber still in hand supporting himself on the ground. His right arm was bent at the elbow and rested upon his right knee and his glance shot in the direction of where the red hue had abruptly flashed twice moments before. His mind stayed on the force as his kept his focus from the nagging pain of his injury and instead on sensing out the presence of Sith Lord.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 11, 2015 16:53:09 GMT -8
Andor's senses flooded with emotion as he heard the cry of his opponent. Immediately, he sensed his opponent's pain, alerting him of a hit. Based off the sheer volume and intensity of the scream, Andor figured it was bad. The Sith Lord's ragged breathing became quicker and swiftly crescendoed into a full fledged cackle as he reveled in Sihnyad's pain. It was demonic cacophony as Andor sat up, completely unaware of the injuries his body had sustained. He was numb, the pain of his opponent taking his full attention. His right arm dragged the DC-15s pistol across his lap, where he transferred it to his still functional, mechanical left hand.*
*The laughter continued as his eyes fell on the injured Jedi, kneeling before him just out of reach of a melee weapon. In Sihnyad's left leg, Andor could see a piece of shrapnel protruding from his calf. The Sith Lord shook as he continued to laugh, when suddenly, he broke into a choking cough, blood spewing forth from his mouth and running down his jaw, where it dripped off his chin onto the hard ground beneath him.
"Your pain fuels me, Jedi." He gloated in between breaths. His left arm rose steadily, under complete control as the mechanical function of his arm was still intact in addition to the fact that cybernetics did not suffer fatigue like organic muscles. The barrel pointed at the Jedi's center of mass as Sihnyad kneeled there, fighting the pain and gaining his composure. Andor wouldn't give him the chance to recover.*
*The pistol barked four shots and the crimson bolts shot forth, searing to end the battle.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 12:20:59 GMT -8
Shit! This was bad. There was no better way to put it. His movements were limited because of the shrapnel in his calf and now four bolts were about to be humming for his center mass. Was it all about to end for him? Right here? And now? No! There had to be more than this left; there was certainly more left in his tank. All he would have to do now was think back to his training. Pain was temporary and if he could take his mind off it, he could get passed it, but damn that throbbing hurt. He flashed another quick glance to the jagged piece of . . . whatever it was protruding from his leg before focusing back to the here and now.
The cry erupted from the Sith lying on the ground, no doubt devoid of any energy left to fight, at least for his non mechanical parts. He had time though. Andor was somehow going to have to find the strength inside him to pull his blaster over from his human hand to his mechanized one and that was feat at this stage that should be easily accomplished in any sense. not being that depleted of energy.
Sihnyad took a quick scan of the area around him, all in the time that it should take Andor to reposition the blaster from his one hand to the other. All of what was around him was shattered and mushed, ground into gravel and small stones. All save a chunk of stone, probably of a collapsed pillar. No! It was too large, he wouldn't have the time to focus on it enough to use it as a shield, but maybe what he could do is wait until the very last second he could and then just fall flat to the ground, inevitably allowing shots fired from the blaster to scream overhead. That was extremely risky, but he had to do something; he was running out of time.
That's it! The wheels in his head were turning. Faster and faster now, they spun. The shock of the blow to his calf had subsided enough that he could focus through the pain. What was about to occur would use the Force he had gathered within him prior to the injury incurred upon him and even some of that had slipped from him in the moments since. All in one bold move, he put everything he had into Force Body, pushing him even further through the pain and his body's limits. What the ability would allow him to do was push his body past a safe limit, ignoring and possibly sacrificing their health and well-being, but at least he could live through what would otherwise kill him.
With it in place now, Sihnyad pushed through the pain in his calf, heavily favoring his right leg and propelled himself behind some debris piled just high enough to shield his body from the barrage of bolts that presently scurried his way. Barely! He very nearly didn't make it or maybe he really hadn't. Nope he had but it had been so very close that there was a burn on the outer edge of a boot where one of the bolts had skimmed its surface.
Now Sihnyad was positioned just three feet or so from the depleted Sith and this was his time to strike. He had to finish it now before he wouldn't be able to hold onto Force Body any longer.
He rolled around the piled up debris and lunged toward the Sith, swiping with a blade in his left hand for the blaster, followed closely by the blade in his right for the mechanical arm, just above where it would meet the flesh. If all were to happen in this sequence, the blaster would be slice into two separate pieces and the mechanical arm would be severed from the body.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 19, 2015 4:45:41 GMT -8
The beginning of the end.*
*Andor's pistol stayed trained on Sihnyad as he dove to the side, taking refuge behind a small pile of debris, letting the blaster shots soar past harmlessly, pinging lightly off the wall behind them sending up small clouds of brown dust into the already dark and musty room.*
*Andor's pistol, under control of his functional arm rested motionlessly, held out, pointing at the debris, ready for one last stand before the Jedi would overpower the exhausted and desperate Sith. Andor took his final deep breath, focusing as much as he could when the Jedi emerged in a roll.*
*Andor pulled the trigger at point-blank range a millisecond before the Jedi's lightsaber sliced through the barrel, the severed end glowing orange as it clattered uselessly to the ground. There was a frenzy of blue and green light as the Jedi slashed his second blade, the glowing plasma arching for his left arm. Andor's arm recoiled, trying to use his cortosis-lined arm as an obstacle for the blade.*
*The lightsaber blade sparked as it clashed with Andor's lightsaber resistant arm, effectively blocking the initial strike. But to Andor's dismay, the blade sliced right through, leaving a metal stump with sparking wires and scorched synth-flesh in its place. It seemed that the shrapnel and heat from the explosion of the thermal detonator had previously damaged his arm more than the Sith Lord had known (or noticed due to his pain filled frenzy).*
* As the lightsaber sliced through his arm, Andor kicked out with is left foot. Although it was weak and severely damaged because of the shrapnel from the previous explosion, the distance between his foot and Sihnyad's impaled leg was extremely minute. The Sith Lord hoped to make contact, to irritate the wound, to fuel the Jedi's pain and to bring his adversary to his knees before the end swiftly came.
*Andor found himself unarmed (no pun intended... or was it?) and defenseless. He knew it would only be mere seconds before he found himself standing at the gates of Chaos.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 13:32:47 GMT -8
How much longer could he hang onto this Force Body? Surely not too much longer . . . not with fatigue that was surely setting in and hastened by his injuries.
At first it was only a slight prick followed quickly by a burning sensation as something singed into his left hip, not damaging any vital organs but cause damage nonetheless. What had it been, though? Surely it wasn't a blaster bolt of some kind, but then again that would explain the red hue that erupted in the fury of motion that had just taken place. He'd thought his actions would have been quick enough that he could have avoided any further harm from the Sith, though those thoughts were obviously now wrong as the burning sensation crept deeper and deeper. He fell to a knee again at the completion of his disarming flurry of an attack, carried through by only sure will and momentum along with the use of Force Body. Now that Force Body was released and with it, an excruciating pain was allowed to set in. From his left calf he could feel the throb of every heartbeat as it pulsed through his body. From the blaster burn of his left hip the ever present nagging burn grew and grew, becoming more and more of a nuisance with each passing second.
However, the clash of wills was not yet concluded. The Sith live and neither was he [Sihnyad] dead. The inevitable truth was that one of them was not coming out of this alive and as much as he didn't want to take a man's life himself, it had to be done. He was a long way from home or any friendly planet of the Galactic Republic or the Jedi Order and he ship unfortunately had no room for a passenger of any sort. He couldn't let the Sith to continue his exploits and actions in undeniable will to have the Jedi Order wiped from the face of the Universe.
He turned the lightsaber in his right hand to a reverse grip and held it over his head, quickly changing its direction and driving it down toward the Sith's chest above the left breast.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 21, 2015 18:35:46 GMT -8
There was a brief pause as Sihnyad fell to one knee, Andor sensing his body exploding with pain. The Knight rose his lightsaber hand, twirling the blade in his hand, until it stopped in a reverse grip. The green blade hummed menacingly above the Sith Lord's face, reflecting off his pitch black eyes as they stared down the Jedi.*
*It was endgame. There was nothing Andor could do to prevent what was coming next. He had failed to turn Sihnyad to the darkside. And in turn, the Jedi had bested him. The Sith Lord's mind flashed to his two apprentices, Luxeria and Lura. They were ready, and they would come for Sihnyad. Once they learned of Andor's death, they would find him, and they would kill him. Andor relished his final thoughts, finding peace knowing that his death would be avenged and that his legacy: the power of the Darkside would continue.*
*His eyes met Sihnyad's, unrelenting daggers as he waited for the lightsaber to descend into his chest. "Do it." He growled, his tongue tasting blood as it trickled from his mouth.*
*And the Jedi did. The lightsaber dove forward, and Andor felt the burning sensation as the the green tip drove into his left breast, piercing his heart, scorching it in heated flame. He shrieked as the pain engulfed his body, his mouth gaping open as far as it would go, his neck craning backwards as he screamed. His right hand instinctively shot up, grasping the Jedi's wrist in a death grip as the blade drove deeper, finally protruding from his back. The green blade moaned as the surrounding flesh continued to burn to blackened crips, the crimson cloth catching flame, burning away.*
*The Sith Lord's vision faltered and everything went black as his body fell backwards, the Jedi's blade exiting his body. Andor crashed limply to the floor, his right hand twitching profusely as it gripped Sihnyad. His breathing began to slow, his eyes closing.
"They. Are. Coming." He whispered in between breaths.*
*And with that, the Grand Inquisitor of the Galactic Empire drew his last breath, his hand finally releasing the Jedi's wrist and falling limply onto his pierced chest. The last Sith Lord of the fallen Dark Tide was dead.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 22, 2015 10:06:21 GMT -8
Excellent read guys, I loved every second of it.
I LOVED reading the internal monologue of Sihnyads, and Andor more than once something you wrote made me chuckle. The way that both of you dealt with exhaustion from your extensive force use was very nice. Both of you wrote in such a technical way that it was easy to understand everything from footing to where you both were in relation to one another. The use of the environment was a nice touch.
The judgment here is cut and dry though. Sihnyad wins via lightsaber to the chest.
Good job both of you, if you have any questions feel free to PM me and I can go into further detail about why I judged in the manner I did.
-Xeo
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