Rutil Iorek & Sihnyad Onasi vs Alkor Centaris & Miras Read

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Rutil Iorek & Sihnyad Onasi vs Alkor Centaris & Miras Read May 19, 2015 7:45:36 GMT -8

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Post by Corr on May 19, 2015 7:45:36 GMT -8

Standard GBA Rules

Madness On Musta-gone-too-far

Similar scene to the end of Episode III though the world is being torn apart by the gravitational forces of gas giants Jestefad and Lefrani as they orbited closer and closer to the tiny planet. Massive cracks tore their way through the crust of the planet, opening steaming fissures that bled molten rock, looking like the life-blood of a bloated animal, into the landscape. Explosions shook the air as rock fractured under the titanic pressures, cracking apart and flinging debris everywhere. Every volcano on the planet trembled as the fiery maelstrom sough release, flowing along the paths of least resistance to find its way to freedom.

The duelists find themselves facing each other across a seething pit of fiery rage, explosions of heat and magma spewing from the raging depths of the planet. The ground shakes beneath their feet and the mountainside crumbles around them as the tectonic disturbances increase. A thunderous roar accompanies a deluge of magma and debris as the volcano erupts fully, joining with its fellows as the planet shouts forth its dismay at the presence of the two combatants, seeking to shake them off or shake itself to pieces in the effort. The spray of liquid rock splashes onto the side of the bubbling crater and begins its sluggish way down the mountainside to join the other streams of red fury far below. Screaming missiles soar through the air, fired from the bosom of the land to streak through the ash-filled sky like crazed meteors seeking a place to come to rest.

Structures from the lava mining facilities collapsed as their heat shields failed though independent units continued to function, most notably the small rafts that were used to gather the lava...

As the duel continues the mountains and landscape in general will disintegrate further, forcing the fighters to the lower ground and eventually out over the lava field itself....

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Rutil Iorek & Sihnyad Onasi vs Alkor Centaris & Miras Read May 20, 2015 13:46:46 GMT -8

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Post by The Shepherd on May 20, 2015 13:46:46 GMT -8

Rutil Iorek had been around. He had trained at the heart of the galaxy, in the unending cityscape of Coruscant. He had meditated on the plains of Dantooine, fought in the unrelenting cold of Rhen Var, hid in the dark and hopeless slums of Nar Shaddaa, and taught in the hot, sticky jungles of Yavin IV. The cultures changed. The species changed. The terrain and the climate changed. But none of that especially mattered to the Jedi Guardian.

The dark side of the Force was universal.

It was no different here than it was anywhere else. Even with the heat threatening to incinerate anything without an exoskeleton, even with the barely-tolerable air scorching his throat and chest with each breath, the sickening, putrid smell of the dark side violated Rutil with its very presence. But that, too, was irrelevant to the broken-horned Zabrak warrior; he knew from a young age that his mission in this life was to find those that worshiped evil's power and root them out. No matter who. No matter where. No matter what. That mission was what brought him to this hellhole of a world, and his dedication to that mission would see him through.

He stood on the facility's top-side landing platform, affording himself a grim smile as he watched the eruption almost directly on top of the mining building worsen. The Sith would no doubt be making their way to him soon; their little hideaway on this fireball had - at most - another day before it was completely consumed by the world's tectonic shifts and the gravity of its dueling moons. Behind him, the Sith Lord's ship stood proud and tall against the darkening Mustafar sky...save for its engines, which had been carved to pieces now strewn about the deck beneath it. Even if the monster somehow won against Rutil and his partner, the Jedi doubted his enemy would find their own ship in time to get off-world before the fire and ash consumed him as thoroughly as the dark side had consumed his soul.

The sky was dark. The hills were black. The robes were saffron. But Rutil's lightsaber burned a royal blue, standing bright against the darkness and serving as a beacon for the Sith to come and find him.

"I am the will of the Force. If you had not sinned greatly, the Force would not have sent me to deal with you."

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Rutil Iorek & Sihnyad Onasi vs Alkor Centaris & Miras Read May 24, 2015 14:39:18 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 14:39:18 GMT -8

The sky glowed a bright red with soot and ash snaking through it from erupting volcanoes. The air was heavy and thick, and combined with its heat, made breathing a laboring process. His throat and nostrils stung from the bitter heat of the roasting air as it slipped through with each breath and he could feel the hair of his brow being singed, his skin slowly beginning to cook with them. Beneath his feet, Sihnyad could feel the ground shake as the planet cried in agony from the two gas giants whose gravity threatened to pull the planet in two. Jets of magma fired, sending missile of molten rock flying through the air to only splash down to the deadened surface moments later.

Sihnyad was far younger than his more seasoned Zabrak counterpart, but his heart would burn with the same desire that as Rutil's, wishing an end to the treachery of the Dark Side of the Force and those who were slaves to its vile intent. Prior to this mission, the young Jedi had heard only rumors of the Guardian's skills with a saber and his strength in the Force. Only rumors as to the fire that burned within him and his desire to see an end to evil wherever it crept up. Only now, he would get to see them in person. Now he would get to witness first hand how remarkably skilled this Zabrak warrior of the Jedi Order was. Standing beside and to the rear of him was just the beginning of a tale yet to be told as Sihnyad, too, had his weapons drawn. A blade as green as emerald downward in his right hand, while a blade of sapphire blue was held similarly in his left. Each cast a reflection of itself off the burgundy cloth that caressed his legs and the brown, soft leather boots that clad his feet.

Closing his eyes, he focused inwardly, seeking the Light Side of the Force and reflecting upon his Master's old teachings. Again, just as it had been when he faced and defeated the Sith Lord Darth Andor on Abeloth's planet, his foe was to be a practitioner of the Dark Side of the Force and intelligence had shown that there was more than one here. The only two differences about his encounter with Darth Andor and the encounter that was yet come was that Darth Andor had come by surprise; this occurrence was part of a mission that he and Master Rutil were here to complete.