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Vothe Kyrik

Aryian Darkfire vs Vothe Kyrik [Judge TBD]

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((Four posts--one for setup, then three for the actual duel. I'll introduce the setting and combine it with my setup/introduction post, then you can make yours, then I'll initiate combat.))

 

The galaxy was a big place, cluttered with thousands of inhabitable planets and trillions of denizens all trying to make their own way. The vast majority of these beings were commoners, businessmen just trying to eke out a living in a galactic economy, blissfully unaware of the enormous sum of injustices that occurred just out of their sight. For while an executive on a civilized world like Coruscant might reasonably make it through his life without ever personally witnessing violent crime, for every world with an organized police force and upstanding government there was another swathed in anarchy. Organizations like the Black Sun and certain disreputable Hutt clans were larger than anyone dared admit, and for each individual making an honest living there was another sticking to the shadows, preferring a life a little more adventurous.

 

There were many such beings on Nar Shaddaa, otherwise known as the Smuggler's Moon and the Vertical City. What had brought a Jedi Knight to a world like this Vothe Kyrik didn't know, but traced him here he had. Normally, he would have preferred to take a much slower path. Contact the Jedi with a business proposal, lure him into a meeting, hide in plain sight. He'd successfully assassinated several individuals in just such a manner, and he never failed. This time, though, he didn't have that luxury. It had been made clear by his employer that the Jedi was getting too close to something that it was critical remain hidden. Time was of the essence, and so Vothe was to execute as quickly as possible.

 

Now the assassin stalked through the crowds, all of them alien to him, tailing the Jedi via scent and keeping himself hidden from the Force. He'd always been very good at masking his presence and hiding his thoughts from them, even well enough to deceive Jedi Masters for extended periods of time. Not only did he have some rather specific training, but it was in some ways tied to his heritage. In his flowing red cloak, he didn't look like an assassin, and indeed even now he hid in plain sight, just another being in a sea of bodies clad in all sorts of colors and styles. The Jedi stood out like a sore thumb to him, not because he was not being subtle in such a place as this, but because of the incredible smell of his Luck. The Anzati had a few names for this invisible quality of individuals, but all that was important to him was that the Luck of Aryian Darkfire was strong indeed, and deep within his mind his hunter's lust stirred. The time was getting close.

 

His footfalls making no sound, Vothe started to close the distance with his target. He was lightly armed, with a knife, a small blaster pistol, a collapsed sniper rifle, and one more hidden weapon he hoped not to reveal. It was the blaster pistol that was clutched in his hand now, hidden by the long sleeves of his cloak. Although he hadn't gotten the chance to set the stage as he usually did, Vothe was determined to make this a perfect kill. No struggle, just one shot to drop the target. He flicked it over to stun mode. He would drink from this one.

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((Right, my apologies, I saw this Monday and really was too tired to think and type up a post. Let's get this party started though. For reference, I'll be using the same loadout as I used in this other duel, as shown in the quote below:

Aryian is carrying his two traditional locking silver lightsabers, his sky blue electrum lightsaber, and his orange bladed light-tonfas, his standard loadout. He is clad as is described in his character sheet, robes covering his battle armor, though his armored gloves are showing. The armor does not include a helmet.

 

And to clarify, the robes do include a hood.

 

Also, you referred to him as a Jedi Knight, I wasn't sure which you wanted me to fight as, I thought I mentioned I'd use him as a Jedi Master in my PM.))

 

 

 

 

Taris had led him here.

 

Here, of all places. Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon. The perfect hiding place for the slithering snake he hunted. Or was Aryian himself the hunted? Faust had certainly not made it easy for the Jedi Master, sending mercenaries and bounty hunters after him, as well as the occasional assassin. And here, Aryian certainly didn't feel at ease. Eyes constantly on him, and though his robes weren't completely traditional for the Order and didn't immediately label him, he still stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowds. Of course, none of them would last five minutes against him, but that was the great gamble to the thugs and thieves in the crowd sizing him up: for someone dressed such as the Master was, he was either an idiot or someone to not be trifled with.

 

For the last hour or so as he had walked the populated square, the Force had been nagging at his senses, small ripples here and there warning him of...something. He was really only walking around, casually asking innocuous questions from some of the shop tenders questions that would lead him closer to Faust, nothing that would really draw more attention than he thought he would. Normally, Aryian would have honed in on the source by now, but something about this was...different. A droid, maybe? Possibly, but Aryian had faced droids before...ysalamiri? Unlikely, but also possible. If anything was after him, though, there was really only one surefire way to either finger them out in the crowd (at least a few of them, Nar Shaddaa was also widely known for its crazy idiot population), or outright scare them off. He casually began walking towards the next stand, all the while giving no outward indication that he was reaching deeply into the Force, drawing upon its power as he wove his magic. Under his robes, the engraved runes on his armor began to faintly glow blue.

 

All of a sudden, from the far end of the square, there was a small explosion, and the visage of a lumbering monster rounded the corner, coming fully into horrifying view. An alpha rancor, escaped from its cage. Bellowing out a scream, it began charging directly in Aryian's direction. The chaos and panic it caused was magnificent, people began screaming, scrambling, fleeing...exactly the effect Aryian wanted. The entire time the Jedi just stood there, watching the crowd for reactions, maintaining the illusion. Of course, he knew it was harmless, but the crowd didn't. And if whoever or whatever was causing his danger sense to ping was really after him, they'd stay with him. Or, at the least, the square would be mostly clear, allowing for a much easier time defending himself with minimized collateral damage. The senses he could muster were on high alert, keeping a third-eye lookout for a sneak attack. There would only be a few minute window before the Hutt militias showed up, but it was enough time for his paranoia to pay off and spring his own trap, or simply escape from the 'law'.

 

And now...all he had to do was wait.

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Panic tore through the crowd at the sound of the explosion and the sudden appearance of an enormous rancor. Vothe's first thought was that some Hutt overlord that kept the thing for a pet would need to hire new caretakers. The beast was incredibly large, big enough to swallow a humanoid whole, its skin no doubt all but impervious to blaster fire. As the rancor charged Darkfire's position, though, and the crowd fled the scene, Vothe reformulated his plan.

 

He could not determine whether the rancor was real without giving himself away. Given the fact that Darkfire seemed completely unconcerned by the fact that a creature that could crush him instantly was charging his location, though, he bet that the Jedi had picked up on the fact that he was being tailed--an indication that his abilities were even more advanced than Vothe had anticipated--and had created a ruse to remove Vothe's key advantage of anonymity. The Anzat had no illusions that he could defeat a Jedi Master in sustained close combat, and Darkfire probably suspected the same.

 

And so Vothe improvised. The Anzati had a rather unique ability intrinsic to their very old and very cunning race. The Jedi had always considered it a form of Mind Trick, which Vothe had come to recognize as very close to the truth. Specially trained as he was, he was very good with this ability. He started to flee the rancor with the crowd, slipping easily through it and toward a group of mercenaries he had noticed earlier, professionals that were as common in a place such as this as businessmen were on Coruscant. But then he manifested this ability, touching the minds of those beings and bending their wills. "Take that Jedi down," he told them telepathically--another subtle ability of the Anzati. In the chaos that was tearing through the Force right now, he doubted that Darkfire would be able to discern anything that might give Vothe away.

 

As one, the group of weak-minded individuals ceased to flee, produced whatever weapons they had on their persons, and opened fire on Darkfire's location. Vothe himself slipped into the doorway of a shop behind their position, not revealing his hand in all of this. He would have been hesistant to get uninvolved parties to open fire on a Jedi... on perhaps any world except this one. Moving like a shadow, he slipped past the shop's terrified occupants and up a flight of stairs, producing his collapsable sniper rifle as he did so. Reaching a second-floor window, he started to set the weapon up to suit his purposes, a several-second process the time for which he hoped his conscripts could buy.

 

((1))

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Chaos and discord weren't the usual tools of a Jedi, but necessity was the mother of invention. As people fled and the square began to clear, Aryian almost immediately noticed when four similarly dressed mercs spun around, grabbing for their weapons and starting towards him. Show time.

 

Time dilated as the Force flared violently around the Master, if the metaphysical energies could have been seen with the naked eye, the Master would have been at the calm center of a turbulent tornado. His speed augmented through the Force, he started towards them, nearly a blur to their eyes as he reached out with invisible fingers, shoving the first man's weapon hand skyward to prevent him from simply missing the Master and firing into the thinning crowd. In an instant he was upon them, smashing his fist into the first man's face as he dropped low, tripping him and slamming his elbow into his chest to drop him as he fluidly moved to the next man. It was unfair, but frankly they had started it. Or at least, the intent was there, in their thoughts, that much was easily discernable as he focused on them and their body language. A gut shot, spin, knee to the groin followed by a half mule kick to the man behind him, all the while their rag-doll bodies moved in slow motion, unable to match him as he rained blow after blow upon them. Three full seconds later, an eternity of possibility for the Jedi Master and just enough time for someone to run up a flight of stairs, it was over. The men were on the ground, completely and utterly immobilized by the pain the Jedi had inflicted upon them.

 

He focused intently on one of the men, the smallest of the group (though when comparing men the size of holoball linebackers, the smallest one is still usually large). His thoughts were chaotic, but Aryian's mental probe was very specific, looking for anything related to Faust, knowing time was of the essence. Recent memories were always easier to bring up than long term memories, but strangely enough the man's mind didn't react in the slightest to 'Faust' or the image he implanted in the man's mind of the Sith. Nearly too late, another memory passed by, a foreign feel to it. "Take that Jedi down."

 

There was someone else. Or Faust was here, stalking him.

 

Either way, it meant these four weren't alone. Instantly, the hilts of his lightsabers were in his hands and ignited, the twin silver blades illuminating his figure as his senses reached out, searching. There were only a handful of beings left in the immediate area, most of which were fleeing, however three were not. One was inside a now locked shop, one was just inside an alleyway, and another in a nearby building. Any of them could be after him, but at this juncture it was probably safer to allow them to come to him, especially if it was Faust. He summoned a Force barrier around himself with some of his remaining energy reserves, again waiting for a hidden attack. He didn't usually expend this much of himself in such a short amount of time, but if Faust truly were here, he knew he had to hit hard and fast.

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Vothe finished deploying his rifle, well-designed for a quick setup and yet contoured to be comfortable against his shoulder and steady in his hands. He was over one hundred years old already, and the Luck of a Jedi could keep him going for a long time. There'd been plenty of time to practice with all manner of weapons and plenty of time to know how to beat a Force wielder. He'd assassinated a powerful Sith Master already relying in part on a simple technique--some called it "playing Pazaak" and others had their own names for it.

 

Essentially, Vothe hid his intent from the Force by filling his mind with background noise, a technique augmented by his well-honed abilities to avoid detection of any sort. It seemed to be working, as Darkfire did not pursue him into the building. That suited Vothe just fine, as Darkfire had yet to produce a firearm, either. It was in close-quarters that the Jedi Master might have an edge.

 

The rancor and his incapacitated mercs all but forgotten, Vothe hit the controls to slide the transparisteel window open just a few inches, then opened fire, maintaining plenty of cover against anything that came back at him. Even sniper rifles had a stun setting, and it was important to Vothe to keep Darkfire alive for the time being. Tight rings of blue energy pulsed out repeatedly from his position, raining down on his quarry in a form that a lightsaber could not block. The Jedi's infamous Force shields would likely prove up to the challenge, but until the Jedi made some attempt to close on his position, Vothe could keep this up far longer than Darkfire could.

 

He did, of course, apply the basic techniques that everyone knew to use against a Jedi--scattering his fire around the target's body, making each shot harder to predict and deflect. He didn't know the specifics of Darkfire's shields, but if it took any effort to focus them on the point of incoming fire, the pattern would make it difficult for him to keep up. And he was very accurate, especially at the relatively short range.

 

The Jedi would have to close with him, and Vothe had a plan. As soon as the Jedi started to move, he would be making some reconfigurations on the rifle and hopefully have a surprise in store....

 

((2))

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((Sorry, but my absence has really been inexcusable. I hereby forefeit this duel, maybe we can pick it back up later, but until then you deserve this one as a win and to not be left hanging. I'll contact you if I can finish it later.))

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