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Post by Darth Andor on Dec 23, 2016 14:24:50 GMT -8
5 - Hangar of the "Executor"
The two duelists find themselves in a massive hangar, the Main Hangar to be exact. TIE Interceptors and TIE/D Defenders hang on their racks, boxes are moved about on turbolifts and repulsor carts. The smell of mechanical fluids linger in the air, and through the view port one can see the blackness of space drifting by.
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Post by Darth Andor on Dec 23, 2016 14:40:00 GMT -8
On the east side of the Hangar Bay, two silver double doors hissed open. On the other side stood a lone figure clad in a crimson tunic, his head hidden in shadow from the black cloak that overlaid his body. The brightness of his red eyes pierced through the darkness, glancing around the hangar bay, looking for a ship to escape.*
Around him was the normal hustle and bustle of the hangar. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But something wasn't sitting right with the Dark Lord. Something was amiss. Andor walked through the doorway, the doors hissing closed behind him. As he surveyed his surroundings, Andor took a mental note of the weapons he had brought with him on this mission. He had his two lightsabers, armed with Qixoni crystals. They were strapped to his forearms, hidden beneath the folds of his cloak. He also had his DC-15 blaster pistol strapped to his right hip and a single thermal detonator in a small pouch on his belt, placed in the small of his back beneath his black cloak.*
*His left cortosis-lined mechanical arm (up to the elbow) moved to his other hand, where they adjusted the black leather gloves, that concealed his neuro-shock hand (left hand) and his organic right hand.
He began to walk through the hangar bay, his senses keen as his mind opened itself to the Dark Side of the Force.
Immediately, he felt his body coming to life as he concentrated on the greed, the anger, the hate, and the pain of his past. He welcomed the Dark Side as is blood began to boil. It was time to spring whatever trap that was awaiting him on this dreaded Star Destroyer.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 24, 2016 16:03:18 GMT -8
 The call had been made, and there was a response. Xeonon stood ready as ever to catch his quarry. This particular man had made it a habit to escape from the jaws of death time and time again. This time though that would not be the case. Xeonon would end his long life, and thus take out one of the longest standing Sith in the galaxy. He would finish what you started.
Walking out from behind a row of TIE Fighters Xeonon dropped down onto the same level as Andor the force bracing his muscles so as to not break his legs on the landing. Standing 20 feet from Andor a bystand would have surely laughed. It seemed both men favoured the colour of spilled blood as Xeonons armour matched Andors tunic perfectly. At one point Xeonon would have worn an ornate armour as befitting his rank, but now that he was on the run from the Imperial Knights he only had a traditional suit at his disposal. The only difference is being the armour on his right arm stopped at the wrist to show his right hand. Its a pleasure to see you again Andor. Its a shame it has to be under such circumstances, but you of all people know as time goes on our goals change. It was clear to him that Andor had been onto him for a while now, the anger seething from the man was palatable. Good. Hopefully his rage would blind him and make this skilled man slip up. Of course this was only in the figurative sense. Andor would be able to plainly see the lightsaber on Xeonons left hip which when ignited would create a curved silver blade and the double barreled blaster carbine maglocked to his back. Shall we begin? |
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Post by Darth Andor on Dec 24, 2016 21:30:02 GMT -8
A sense of familiarity struck Andor's senses as his eyes locked upon a man who dropped from above, landing twenty feet from his position. Beneath the shadow of his hood, a devilish smile broke out, his thin red lips spread wide to reveal his fang-like teeth.
"Xeonon. I should have known you it was you." His voice was ice, a mere whisper, yet somehow it echoed throughout the hangar. Andor's right arm twitched, and the strap holding his lightsaber hilt broke. The black hilt slid into his open palm and ignited with a crimson hiss. The slight hum of the blade was comforting to the Sith Lord, as he felt his power surging through the brilliance of the Qixoni crystal. Not only did it enhance his abilities through the force, but the blade itself was stronger than average: a reliable feature that often took Andor's opponents off guard.
His mind was bristling as he clasped his lightsaber with both hands, bringing it to bear in front of him, the hilt held at waist height in both hands, blade held back and to the side, angled downwards towards Andor's left, with his feet closely spaced, the low-guard stance of the sixth form of lightsaber combat: Niman.
"Let's begin." Andor began to slowly close the distance between his opponent, circling him in a clock-wise path. It was not until he was to Xeonon's eight-o'clock position, when Andor stepped forward with his right foot, and in a blur of speed, lunged out in a simple thrust, blade aimed for the left kidney.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 24, 2016 23:38:56 GMT -8
As Andor began his slow circle Xeonon stood motionless absorbing his mind in the force. To act to early would be as ruinous as to act to late. So he stood there and waited. In traditional fighting you wouldnt want to let someone flank you, let alone get out of sight. Of course most traditional fighters dont have space magic. That is why; when Andor sprung Xeonon was ready.
As he turned in a counter-clockwise motion to meet the thrust Xeonon reached across himself with his left hand and snapped on his own lightsaber the silver blade extending with the traditional snap-hiss expected of a lightsaber. Sparks flew as silver met red. Pushing the thrust away from his body Xeonon followed through so that his right foot was slightly leading.
Although he was focused on the battle part of Xeonon was surprised that his opponent would use Niman. Andor was amoung the most skilled duelists in the galaxy and to open up with this form was unexpected. Was he testing the waters? Trying to figure out how Xeonon would proceed after this? It didn't matter though, it didn't even register as a thought. Now it was time to act and react.
Following true to his preferred form, Djem So now was the time to counter. As Xeonon stepped down with his right foot he brought back his left arm towards Andors body in a one handed swing towards his opponents neck hoping to drive his blade from the right clavicle to left hip. Of course it wouldn't but one could hope.
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Post by Darth Andor on Dec 25, 2016 6:22:00 GMT -8
As Xeonon moved, Andor was ready. Never would the first move of any duel ever hit its mark, and Andor had not expected his thrust to be an exception. His mind had already processed the next step of his plan.*
*As the two opponents' blades clashed, Andor felt his blade being pushed out to his right, Xeonon's staying between the blade and the Sith's body, working to expose him. Andor rotated his wrist circling the blade below and onto the opposite side of the blade, his blade leaving a crimson hue in its wake. There was strength behind his opponent's strike, but Andor's blade held firm. If it became a battle determined purely on strength, Andor knew he would lose. But if he could keep moving and out-speed his opponent, then Andor could open up and strike down his opponent.*
*Holding his opponent's blade still above his right side, Andor's left hand left the hilt, and struck out at his opponent's heart in an open palm-strike. If contact was made, the jolt would activate his neuro-shock hand, sending a pulse of electricity through Xeonon's nervous system.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 26, 2016 21:48:34 GMT -8
Typically an open handed strike to an armoured opponent would not mean much. However Xeonon recognized the move as something he had done a time or to. It seemed that someone else had once attempted to take Andors life but all they got was a consolation prize. His arm. Maybe it was a good thing that Xeonon had double crossed the Imperial Knights and been forced to use his own neuro-shock arm in a similar fashion; after all it would soon save his life.
Right now his right arm was currently free, and as fast as a viper Xeonon countered. For a moment he was tempted to do an awesome high five in the middle of a fight. Not only would it look badass but it was look super badass, but he did not want to create a feedback loop and render both their arms useless. Two fighting cripples.
Instead what he did do was something a little more dangerous. As careful as he could Xeonon attempted to grab Andors wrist from below stopping it in its place. Unlike their saber hands this was a fight of metal, gears and machines and because both were the same model arm neither would be able to gain an inch.
It was at this point that he Xeonon attempted something he had never done before. Trakata. He knew the basics, and had it used against him once before but it was still a dangerous move, by turning off ones blade it gave the opponent an unobstructed chance to strike you down. Yet he tried anyways. Thumbing the activator off Xeonon who had previously muscling his way through a saber lock now had only eyes for Andors arm.
He had no fear of losing his own arm, nor of anything else as he thumbed the activator back on, the curved blade created by a Mestare crystal snapped back to life as he swung to bisect Andors arm just below the elbow.
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Post by Darth Andor on Dec 28, 2016 8:38:45 GMT -8
Now things were starting to get heated. As Andor went for his strike, Xeonon's arm shot up from underneath, and halted his attack.... or so the Knight thought.
Andor couldn't help but smile as the straps holding his second light saber broke, freeing the black hilt from its throne. As the straps broke from a flick of the Force, the blade activated, sending the crimson blade screaming at Xeonon's chest. The blade burned through his sleeve as it lifted off of his arm through the use of telekinesis, to prevent the blade from striking the cortosis--lined arm beneath it.
Almost in the same instance, Andor felt the crossed blades ease in pressure as Xeonon's blade disappeared from sight.
Andor knew what was happening, it was a tactic he himself was known for occasionally using. Trakata.
The Sith Lord's eyes traced his opponent's path, and withdrew his floating left blade, to intercept the oncoming hilt. In the same moment, Xeonon would realize that Andor's right hand was completely free.
Taking the advantage, Andor slashed down with his blade, hoping to take Xeonon's saber arm off at the elbow as it passed by.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 29, 2016 17:22:32 GMT -8
Well fuck.
Those were Xeonons first thoughts as he saw the red light extend from the sleeve of Andor. Leave it to a Sith to leave a trick hidden somewhere, and leave it to him to walk head first into it. As the lightsaber extended towards his chest he rode it. Although the blades themselves have no weight they are able to push an object should that object be able to resist the immense heat. Thankfully his armour, and every suit of armour that Imperial Knights was forged with Phrik filaments.
Although it would not survive sustained attacks it was enough.
Jumping backwards even as the blade struck his chest the metal began to heat, and that which was not Phrik began to melt searing his chest and dripping down before cooling somewhere on his torso. It wasnt enough though and at the end of his jump the lightsaber broke through and the lightsaber went half an inch into his chest just below his left nipple.
As the lightsaber pierced his flesh Xeonon dug into his baser emotions, reveling in the pain and feeding from it. In that moment his mind focused on this and this alone.
The pain was so intense, the shock, anger, fear and desperation welled up inside of him and Xeonon exhaled a terrible yell. The noise was unlike any other for it triggered shock waves through the force that would damage body and mind. However that was not all it did, the yell was a physical embodiment of pain and anger and the physical aspect was as if a long continuous force push hit you. The ground around him cracked and some of the TIE fighters above rocked in their confines. The noise was so intense that in addition to the physical damage it was as if someone was shouting into your ear with a megaphone. He gave into the pain he felt stemming from his chest as the blade reached his flesh, his ego, literally everything.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Now out of reach of Andors blade his mind was once again his and he exhaled. He had really lucked out, he would keep his arm for now and gain in return yet another scar should he survive this.
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Post by Darth Andor on Dec 30, 2016 11:46:17 GMT -8
As the blade struck home, Xeonon was not the only one who fed off of the emotions that were exploding from the wound. Andor opened himself to Xeonon's pain, anger, fear, and desperation like an addict. He tried to take in as much as he could, and felt his body and mind respond.
With his senses and power at a high, Andor could felt the power growing inside Xeonon. Something was coming, and the Sith Lord only had a second to act.
Andor's lightsabers hit the ground, deactivating instantly, as he reached out at his opponent with both hands. His teeth clenched together in concentration as the Force flew from his body like a canon. Immediately, a shimmering blue sphere was conjured out of thin air: a Force Bubble.
Although these bubbles were generally used as a defensive tactic, Andor had other plans in mind. Keeping on the offensive, the sphere appeared around Xeonon, surrounding him on all sides. Should this be successful, Xeonon would find himself trapped in an impenetrable bubble with the concussive force and sheer volume of his Force Scream.
Due to the involuntary reflex of the move, Andor knew it would be hard to stop in time before Xeonon tore himself apart in such a confined space.
He stood there, focused on keeping the bubble alive. But with the possibility of a victory, Andor couldn't control himself as his snake-like tongue crawled between his teeth to lick his lips.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 1, 2017 18:54:25 GMT -8
After losing his post twice hopefully as they say, third time is a charm.
As the bubble encircled him it caused a most cruel punishment. As Xeonon yelled the sound was rebounded inside of it which only caused him to yell in pain louder. It was as if every part of him was stripped away. Nothing remained of Xeonons mind as he yelled, it stripped him to one emotion. Pain. Thankfully for his body though the bubble absorbed most of the physical aspect.
While still inside the bubble Xeonon dropped his lightsaber and it shattered once it touched the force bubble. Dropping to his knees Xeonon finally stopped yelling as the last of his breath was expanded. Absentmindedly he wondered why the man in front of him was smiling and he smiled as well. A stupid, goofy dumb smile that only a simpleton would make.
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Post by Darth Andor on Jan 2, 2017 16:31:22 GMT -8
Andor grimaced as his Force Bubble absorbed the concussive force of his opponent's Force Scream. After all, Andor had no idea what was coming, and he was glad the Force guided him to produce a Bubble rather than whipping up some other defense.*
*He held the Bubble long enough to watch Xeonon fall to his knees before releasing it. Andor took a deep breath, letting the fresh cool air revitalize his lungs. His muscles were warm from the sudden activity that had erupted out of nothing. But he was nowhere near exhausted. In fact, he was just getting started. But it seemed that Xeonon was finished. Andor curiously watched his opponent as Xeonon smiled back at him.... But the smile was off. It wasn't a mocking smile, it was dimwitted.*
*Was this a trap?
*Taking his time, Andor bent over to pick up his lightsabers. He placed one on his right hip, while he ignited the other in his right hand. The blade extended, screaming in a hiss as Andor nonchalantly approached his opponent, his thin red lips still spread in his demonic smile.
"I expected more from somebody of your caliber." The Sith chuckled. "Now get up and fight."
Andor reached out his left hand, and with a simple application of Force Grip, would pull Xeonon to his feet by his throat.*
*Andor thought about killing his prey right there and then, but that would be no fun. The Sith wanted to extract every ounce of pain and fear from his adversary before he would let the Knight die. There would be no mercy in Xeonon's death.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 5, 2017 8:30:24 GMT -8
Xeonon was lifted in the air by the throat and by the gods did it hurt. His massive weight seemed to drag him down from that one focal point of his body. His mind was like a raging ocean with no land, none except for the pain coming from his neck. What remained of his consciousness clung to that pain like a shipwreck survivor in an ocean. Clinging to the pain he began to scrape himself back together bit by bit. Memory by memory. Eventually that stupid grin turned into a grimace.
The grip was tight, but not enough to choke him. In another situation, it might have been erotic but with Andor applying the pressure it served to be the opposite.
It hardened him. Brought him back to reality. In his mind it had seemed like hours, maybe even days. In reality the time was negligible. Seconds maybe?
There was no time to think and as his eyes jerked about wildly he spotted his lightsaber. Or what was left of it, the shards of metal lay just a little in front of him between the two combatants. Lifting both of his arms Xeonon thought of his friends in the Jensaarai. Maybe it was because that was where his mind had fixed itself to, or maybe it was something else. Utilizing ballistakenesis the bits and pieces of Xeonons lightsaber flew towards Andor at an incredible speed. Starting out in a small grouping they did start to spread out as accuracy was not the point. Lethality was.
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Post by Darth Andor on Jan 15, 2017 16:10:03 GMT -8
*Andor felt his opponent coming back to reality. Xeonon's pain shimmered like a spotlight and Andor siphoned off of it like a tick. Andor had taken a few steps towards his opponent when he traced Xeonon's eyes to the shattered remnants of his lightsaber. As soon as Andor saw his opponent raise his arms, the Sith Lord's legs tensed and pushed his body into the air.*
*It had been quite some time since Andor had encountered an opponent trained in the ways of the Jensaarai. An old friend of his, Anven Firestar, has often used this particular move against Andor during their countless training sessions and the Sith was agile enough to evade it.
Andor's body flew upwards into the air in a blur, his black cloak flapping crazily underneath him as ascended. There was a twinge of pain in his left leg as a piece of shrapnel grazed the side of shin and as another one impaled itself into the front of his boot, the steel toe keeping it from causing any substantial damage to his foot. The Sith landed on top of the hull of a TIE Fighter, suspended in the air for maintenance. As he landed, he noticed a hole in his cloak just below his armpit, a narrow miss from a third piece of shrapnel.
*Andor's unarmed hand came up to undo the clasp of his cloak, letting it fall limply to the floor behind him. Immediately, he felt more free, as he was no longer tied down by the bagginess to his outmost piece of clothing. Now, he stood atop of the TIE Fighter in only his crimson tunic, with his red lightsaber held in his right hand. His crimson eyes leered down to Xeonon, analyzing the man.
In Andor's mind, there was no need to press the attack. Xeonon was obviously shaken and still recovering from their previous engagement. The Sith, however, was just getting warmed up, annoyed with the slight prickle of annoyance from his grazed leg. He took even breaths as he drew the Darkside inside of him, letting it wrap around him like a cocoon. His power began to build as he prepared for what ever came next.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 16, 2017 11:18:02 GMT -8
As Andor flew up, Xeonon dropped down to the ground. Coughing and sputtering Xeonon stayed on his knees for a second. As the memories came flooding back to him there was a large blank in them. His last memory involved his death at the hands of a Sith on Prakith. Next thing he knew he was alive on Aaghra slowing dying from the toxic atmosphere. Almost three years of his life were missing between the two events and Xeonon was unsure if he was missing them because of the attack or something else.
With Andor moved back for the moment Xeonon stood shakily to his feet. He was now up against a Sith Lord with nothing but his wits and a gun. This was going to take a lot of skill and luck. He mourned for the loss of his lightsaber. Its destruction would make this task nigh impossible, but he could not disengage. He needed to press the offensive.
I dont suppose you would lend me a blade would you!
In front of him the tattered cloak fell down. If the shattered remains of his lightsaber had done that, maybe it had done some real damage to Andor. Detaching his remaining back from his back Xeonon held it in both hands. He did not have it in him to jump up and meet him, he would need to figure something else out. For now though he just stared Andor down.
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Post by Darth Andor on Jan 16, 2017 14:29:55 GMT -8
What did he just ask? Did he just ask for a blade?*
*Andor couldn't help but laugh at his opponent's desperation. Would he really give Xeonon one of his blades so they could continue their duel?
The answer was yes.
"Doesn't make any difference to me. You're already as good as dead." Andor laughed as he unclipped his second lightsaber and tossed the black hilt with golden trim to Xeonon. But Andor was a Sith, so there was obviously a catch.
Little did Xeonon know, Andor's lightsabers were biocoded so that only he could ignite them.... so the hilt was useless in Xeonon's possession.
As the hilt was moving towards Xeonon, Andor attacked. He jumped headfirst at Xeonon, coming at him from above and at an angle. His body spun in a clockwise moving corkscrew, the Sith's crimson blade a red line that encircled him as he held it in front of his head, aiming to impale Xeonon in the chest. Imagine the scene in Revenge of the Sith where Palpatine engages Master Windu, and the other three Jedi.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 18, 2017 4:48:01 GMT -8
When the lightsaber was tossed down to him Xeonon was truly surprised. The quip was meant to hide his fear and desperation, not to get actual results. The laughter that ensued was cold and harsh. Andor figured he already had this one in the bag. Maybe he did.
As the lightsaber was on the way towards him, that laughter turned into a harsh yell, or maybe Xeonon was just remembering a scream from days gone by. Either way he stood his ground one hand outstretched to catch the lightsaber that was thrown to him. After all it would arrive moments before its owner. Grabbing hold of the lightsaber Xeonon commanded his legs to collapse so that he fell onto his back and Andor would sail over him.
As he dropped he thumbed the activator on the lightsaber with his left hand, while with his right he squeezed the trigger on his sawed off carbine. His hopes of impaling Andor would be crushed as the lightsaber didnt extend, but at such a close proximity the energy from the carbine would spread out just like a slug thrower shotgun and hopefully blast Andor into steaming meat chunks.
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Post by Darth Andor on Jan 20, 2017 19:50:23 GMT -8
Well fuck.*
*As Andor spun towards his opponent, he realized he had made a major error: he had overlooked his opponent's firearm. But it was too late to drastically change his attack, the Sith's momentum was too strong. Quickly, the Darkside of the Force enveloped the Sith Lord like a cocoon, a manifestation of Force Body.*
*As Andor passed over his opponent, his spin had halted so that his left shoulder was facing towards the ground, and Xeonon. By doing this, Andor had made himself a smaller target for the blaster, and provided minimal protection from his vital organs that would have been exposed had his torso been open. He smashed down with his lightsaber with the power of his robotic arm, hoping to cleave the blaster carbine in half from barrel to butt, and maybe even taking Xeonon's hand with it. Before he could process whether or not the weapon was now a molten pile of metal, there was a flash of light and Andor's left shoulder rocked like it had been hit by a boulder. The force of the hit sent Andor off balance and he hit the ground on his right shoulder where he skidded to a stop.
*The pain in Andor's shoulder was minimal, being easily kept at bay by his use of Force Body, but how long could he keep it going? He had to end this fast. He jumped up and launched at Xeonon without any hesitation, keeping his lightsaber close to block any blaster fire in case Xeonon's gun was still intact. Once he would be within striking distance, Andor step out with his right leg, and thrust his blade for Xeonon's chest, hoping to stick the blade into the spot in his armor which was already weakened.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 2, 2017 8:55:28 GMT -8
Xeonon was surprised to see that Andors arm was still attached to his shoulder. He must have some really, really thick skin. Or he had been lucky. Xeonon had fired off with both barrels hoping to hit his opponent with maximum firepower, his sweeping strike had managed to melt one of the barrels. How the thing hadn't exploded in his hand was anyone's guess. He wouldn't dare use it in the traditional sense, not without risking the ire of Fortuna.
As Andor skidded to a halt Xeonon got to his feet and prepared for the Siths next strike. Which came just as he was standing. As his mind came back to him so to had his reflexes. Once Andors right leg went forward, his own left leg would follow causing the blade to miss the hole in his armour. While stepping out of reach of the lightsaber Xeonon flicked Andors lightsaber that was given to him into her brothers blade effectively destroying it. Or it would have had it not been made similarly to his armour. The metal that wasn't phrick melted and fell off, the phrick super heated and held. Ultimately what was left at the top of the blade was a 45 degree angle of glowing hot metal. Xeonons fingers blistered at the heat but he needed this weapon.
Jesus this is what it had come down to. A gun that might explode if fired and a metal shiv.
And of course the part of the lightsaber that had been cut off.
Reaching out with the force Xeonon drove the metal that had fallen off the lightsaber towards Andor with all his might. The two centimeter long piece of glowing metal flew towards Andors chest. His body might be protected, but what about his clothes? Could they resist the temperature of burning hot metal.
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Aug 13, 2017 0:26:36 GMT -8
First of all, great read, but I do have to come to a decision.
Winner: Andor
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