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  1. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai nodded in appreciation of his apprentices efforts as they sparred; She had clearly grown stronger, either through her fight with the Trandoshan, or through his teachings. Regardless, it mattered not. What mattered was her growing potential, and with it, her growing pride. Her growing rage. And yet... She couldn't harness it like he could. Not yet. He had failed there, but that was a lesson for tomorrow. His lesson for her today, however, was humility. He blocked her first strike, a sloppy feint, and tracked her movements to parry her next strike, pushing her blade out of the way as he closed the distance. He delivered a knee to her stomach, causing her to double over, allowing for his knee to follow up in a strike to her face. She lurched backwards, propelled by the sickening thwack of the impact, unconscious as she hit the ground, her saber deactivating as she fell. His own blades followed shortly after, clipped to his belt as he pulled out his communicator. "Captain, send three medical units. One to the sparring ring on deck four to gather an unconscious apprentice, and two more to Hangar 7-B. Prep one for massive trauma, sounds like something went down over there. I'll meet them when they arrive." he said. he glanced once more at his apprentice's seemingly lifeless body. She'd know better than to try to move is she woke up before the medics arrived. It sounded like he needed to keep the peace in his hangar, however. He stalked out of the room, his cloak billowing behind him as he moved briskly along his route to the hangar. What had Sirena done that had panicked her apprentice so? Broken bones? Had she beaten a trooper? An apprentice? Perhaps she flagellated herself, to display her ability to harness pain, and gone too far? When he arrived to the Hangar, it was a scene of chaos. Troopers surrounded the three Sith, all of whom were unconscious. It was a scene of blood and mangled bodies. He barked a command to his troops to return them to their duties as he approached Sirena, kneeling beside her body. What had she done here? The medics arrived shortly after, loading the Cathar and the Hapian onto stretchers and Mordecai shouldered the young woman. What a mess. The campaign hadn't even started and all four of his strongest allies were unconscious. He would need to teach them all restraint, including himself.
  2. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai smirked at her growing annoyance. Good. She was getting angry, but she wasn't using it. Regardless, she was faring better that when she had first arrived on Korriban. Her strikes were more focused, though they were all individual attacks. Not the artisanal web of light that his own sabers weaved, each blow leading into the next. He would teach, and she would learn. And if he had to beat her into submission again to solidify his lessons, he would. "You insist that you know not to lose, and yet you do not heed the lessons that would lead you to victory, instead preferring to lash out like a child with blade and mouth alike. Show me that you know more than me, then, Kahla." he said as his communicator flared to life. It wasn't much of a distraction, but it was enough to distract him for a brief moment. He was forced back, pushing Kahla's blade aside as it singed his side with its proximity. He hid his concern at just how close it had come to impaling him- More focused attacks indeed. Mordecai pivoted back, returning to stalking circles around his apprentice as he responded. "I will dispatch a team momentarily. My own apprentice requires a concussion first." he stated with a cold calm as he glared at her, before leaping in once more for a final flurry of attacks. The first was a deft thrust towards her chest with his left hand as he closed the distance. The next was a brutal slash towards her own belt, the Force aiding him once more as it surged though his body. His final blow, a roundhouse kick aimed at his apprentices jaw, served two purposes. First was to remind her that an attack could come from any limb. The second was to stay true to his word, intending to end the spar here with her unconscious on the ground so he could dispatch a medical team to Sirena's location. ((3))
  3. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai's speed aided him here, the force behind his strikes each leading into the next as he displayed a true dance of death. He ducked below her swing, pressing his advance as he rose again, his legs sweeping towards her in an attempt to trip her. He's made her taste the ferrous dirt on Korriban, and now, one way or another, she'd taste iron again. Her sigh didn't escape him either, her annoyance only mildy off-putting. Here, he traded his rage for a calculated approach. She would learn the lessons he had in his first true fight. "Are you annoyed at my teachings, Kahla? Do my words anger you? Is so, tap into that. Use it against me." He swung for her saber with one of his own, seeking to disrupt both her defenses and her offensive options as his other blade bore down on her from above in a brutal overhead swing, intending to cut her from her shoulder to her hip. "Don't let me pin you, Kahla! Fight back like your life depends on it. That this is a spar should not lead you to feel comfortable in defeat!" ((2))
  4. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai watched with favor as she drew her lightsaber. Good. She wasn't afraid of the price of failure. She could have taken one of the sparring blades, spared herself pain and danger. Instead she ignited her weapon of choice, her drive to become a better duelist prevailing over any fears or doubts she may have had. He was on guard this time, however. Her troops had been vocal in their praise for her in her fight against the trandoshan. It seemed that there was skill he had not seen on Korriban, which was what led to this spar. His twin sabers ignited, the azure blades a grim contrast to his blackened robes, a monument to his prior triumph over the Jedi and their lackeys. He circled her for a moment, testing her footing and her stance before leaping into action. He rushed forwards, his speed enhanced by the force as h began with two simple cuts. The first was really a thrust, aimed at her abdomen, his second an upward slash that would hopefully take advantage of his proximity. "Always be at the ready, Kahla. Your opponent may strike at any time, not just in negotiations, but during a fight as well." he preached, intending to lecture her as he proceeded with their combat. ((1))
  5. Alrighty, first ruling, what could possibly go wrong? First, I want to congratulate both of you. This was an excellently written duel, one that on my first read through had already sucked me in. You both did an excellent job of detailing your surroundings and the effects the had on your characters. In addition, you both expertly handled injuries from previous duels, making it clear that they were there, and no, they weren't just fluff. Multiple times one of your characters would try something or think of something that didn't or wouldn't work due to present injuries and battle damage, as well as fully utilizing what remained of their kits very effectively. Well done. The only glaring errors in this duel comes from Blimp, firing three concussion rockets even though in his last dueled he emptied his reserves. There were no mentions of a restock or a reload, raising the question of where the rockets came from, and Terra's character sheet being edited before we could confirm that one of her NPCs was in fact kitted with a glop grenade (This is more forgivable, as the rebels came with the express intent to capture the enemy, and he could have just as easily picked one up from an unaffiliated rebel corpse and noone would have batted an eye, whereas finding three miniature concussion rockets on a pirate is considerably more jarring an idea). The takeaway from these is to A) Be mindful of what you have written on your sheet, and B) To be mindful that mods need the info as well When it came to taking new damage, however, I think Terra handled it more effectively. None of Blimp's attacks were useless. Each one, even if it didn't connect, was used by Terra to describe how she came to be in her current location, and damage was assigned accordingly. Terra only made three attacks the Blimp could respond to due to the formatting of the duel, and two of those were disregarded entirely by Blimp. Her opening flurry of shots were described as harmlessly bouncing off of his armor and the surroundings, and then again in the next post when she opened fire again. In the final two posts of the duel, both characters lose important parts of their kits. First, Blimp loses his armor, severely limiting his capabilities. Next, Terra loses her connection to Hades, which she'd been relying heavily on for the prior duel as well as the current one. The duel ends with both of them in the dark, stripped of their fancy tech and weapons, and left to duel it out with regular weapons and the naked eye. For Blimp, he's on the ground, his leg stuck in his armor, his mobility and positioning easily the more disadvantageous of the two. Terra, despite her injuries, is left standing, firing as an opponent that is for the most part, immobilized. This was a very close duel, and one that I'm glad will be my first ruling. But in the end, Terra's positioning and the rockets from Blimp mean that Terra is victorious over Blimp The next post is Terra's. Once again, I'd like to congratulate you both for an excellently written duel. For people that love Star Wars even without all the laser sword wizards running around, this is an excellent piece of storytelling that I look forward to seeing more of in the future!
  6. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai listened to his apprentice speak. She did so as though she were an equal, a slight he could forgive this time. He'd given her permission to do so, in a way. He would have to be more careful on how he worded his teachings, he supposed. And yet, she seemed to have missed a few vital details. "He did not cave. When you knelt before me on Korriban, you caved to my power. He did not. Even kneeling, he questioned my judgement. I'm sure he still very much thinks himself above us, but is too intelligent to truly believe he could take me. To politic among the Sith is a tricky thing. You must assert your dominance without over-reaching or self-aggrandizing, but if your opponent is someone of a higher position than you, you must show respect and bend the knee while showing you are not meek. To fail in either of these positions can lead to your death or ridicule among your peers. I doubt he will stay in line forever, but I am prepared, should he try to face me." He stopped a mere moment, to let Kahla take in his words. "The young girl has power in the force, and the anger to wield it. I was... misled by her original demeanor, and it will not happen again. But she is untrained, undisciplined. Should she have attacked, even you could have bested her. This will not always be the case, however, assuming she survives what is to come. As for the slave, you've missed subtext. I don't blame you. I despise the assassins and their way of needling their fellow Sith. He was questioning my leadership. I doubt he cares at all for the single life that I control in slavery. Seeing if I would take his bait. It was indeed a good way to judge my demeanor, though not in the way that you've assumed." He glanced at the door. The Captain was his personal advisor. Much of what Kahla said was important to know. There was more to command than an iron fist. Yet still she missed lessons. "Your subordinates are an important source of knowledge and advice, but you must always remember your station. As Sith, we are above any Imperial, regardless of their rank. This is a gift, but also a burden. None shall openly defy our will, but should a strategy or a campaign fail, you will be the one punished the most, not the grunts. Now, I grow weary of philosophizing. Come with me. We will spar, and I will assess your progress."
  7. Mavanger

    Korriban

    As the Cathar submitted, Mordecai moved on, listening to his words with only the faintest attention. He'd made his point, and was focused on the map of the galaxy in front of him. When Sirena spoke, he looked up, giving her a nod. "My hospitality is yours as long as you remain on this campaign. If you wish to leave I shall grant you one of my warships to ensure your safe return, and then it will return to me and my forces. When you wish to see your quarters ask any of the officers. They all know the way to the Sith quarters, in case they were to need me while I slept. " He was silent for a moment after they left, and the other officers followed suit. After they were gone, he continued speaking. "We'll save the rest of the breifing for when the other Sith join us. For now, sweep every ship for trackers and plot a course to Raxus Prime." "Tell me, Kahla. You were silent during this exchange, so you will tell me directly. What do you think of these Sith, and how would you have handled the interaction?" he asked, turning to his apprentice as those that were present filed out of the room.
  8. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai sneered at Durose. It was one thing to challenge one's ideals, but it was another to disrespect one's authority before his council. "If you would take a moment to take in the room, you would see that I surround myself with capable leaders and officers more experienced than I. I understand the requirement for those who would question my actions. These are warriors and tacticians who have earned my respect in the battle behind us. You, however, have not. You are an apprentice, one whom to my knowledge has never fought in a battle before. And yet you not only rebuke my decisions, but you question my very character without so much as thinking about why I would bother having this many present in my war room if not to heed their advice." The kneeling bothered him. He was not one of the Sith who required those around him to kneel. His own apprentice had only been made to kneel once, as a right of passage. "Stand. If I strike you down it will be in single combat, not while you are on your knees like a child waiting to be punished. You are right, presentation does matter. But you have not been to the battlefield. The slave is not an ally. It is an enemy, to be broken and shaped into a tool for proper use. It harbors hatred, which I will use. But it is not ready to be considered a person yet. And thus, it's legacy is the iron sands of Korriban, and it will fight for everything it has. The rags are a gift to preserve its dignity." He glanced at Kahla. Wisely, she'd stayed out of the fray. For now. "You need but only ask my apprentice, or the good Captain Maran how I treat those under my command. But you didn't. You didn't inspect, or ask questions. You only spoke, regardless of the truth evident around you. Is it not you who has shown hubris here, thinking yourself so right and so infallible that you assume a Sith with not only a higher title, but more experience than you, is less intelligent? Less capable of exerting his will?" As he spoke, he motioned to the cloaked figure who was staying on the sidelines, and then to an officer present at the table. Kahla had only been his apprentice for a few months, and yet she already understood his design. His initial judgement of her had been too fast, though she was capable by his hand and his training alone. The Captain, on the other hand, had been with him for nearly a year, and what had started as a professional relationship had grown more akin to a friendship. The Captain had schooled him in the art of warfare and tactics, and in return Mordecai had given him a voice among his closest advisors. Whereas before, Mordecai had forbidden him from taking command of the ship and his fleet, he was currently the only officer that was trusted with such matters. "There is a fine line, Durose, between voicing your opposition, and disrespecting your leaders. You'd be best to learn where it lay."
  9. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Interesting. The young woman seemed to carry a hidden spark of defiance. Perhaps this is what the seductress sought to nurture in the girl. His eyes locked with hers for a dangerous moment- A challenge to a Lord's authority was not one taken lightly. He uncrossed his arms, placing his hands on his hips as the Cathar's insolence echoed throughout the room. He was silent for a moment, glancing at Lady Sirena. If she weren't so vital to his plan, he would strike the man down now. Still, it was better to hold onto his anger for now. Nurture it. Let it blossom into something truly terrible. "Is this how you've trained your apprentices, Lady Sirena?" he asked, the implication hanging heavy in the air as the other lord spoke to her apprentices. His gaze landed on the Cathar once more. Even with her importance, his disrespect would not go unanswered. "Durose, is it? You call my leadership into question. My skill in war. You claim me to be a peddler of false promises and delusions of grandeur. But will you back your words with your blade? Will you try to strike me down, to claim my place as a Lord of the Sith and claim your title of Darth? Or will you let them waste away, too afraid of what may come to act. Would you shame yourself and your... girl, in casting empty accusations and baseless slander? What I do with my slaves is my prerogative as a lord of the Sith. If you wish to take that, then draw your blade." he hissed, the venomous promise of violence dripping from his words, his hands snaking to the twin sabers on his belt. "My very weapons that I would use to strike you down are trophies of my victories. You stand upon a fleet of my own making, preparing for a campaign of my design, and claim that I am not worthy of Lord. Perhaps you do not understand what it means to be Sith. Perhaps it is you who is unworthy." he spat.
  10. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai frowned at the Cathar. He was large in stature, and clearly strong. Unfortunately, a large physical presence also tended to incorporate an ego of the same size. He would keep an eye on him. The other was timid, unsure of herself. Content to let another speak for her. He sneered at her. Why she was worthy of being Sith in the other Darth's eyes was beyond him. Still, he had words for both. "I am Darth Mavanger. If you need any other proof of my ability, I am fresh from the battlefield. I've participated in many campaigns. Coruscant, Kuat, and Corellia most recently." He gazed on the two, together. "One who is strong in body, but weak in mind, and one who is weak in both. If you truly intend on being Sith, you will be forged in the fires of battle. This is our way. Emotions are your weapon. Use them all. Do not become a slave to merely anger or pain- to do so seals your fate. My scars are borne gladly, my own lesson when I was still an apprentice." He glanced at Roshan. "For you- your strength will serve you well. But your pride will be your downfall if you do not control it." Then to Aliss- "You will not survive in your current state. Timid and weak- either strengthen your resolve, or crumble and fall to others' ambitions." He straightened his clothes. He was not intimidated by any in the room. Two apprentices and a Darth that hadn't left Korriban in years. Even if she was a talented fighter, he was fresh and practiced. Still, a fight wasn't why he was here. He was here to make war. "You will be shown to your quarters by my troops. My slave will stay on Korriban and continue to recruit able-bodied Sith."
  11. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai stood in the command center of his flagship, beside his apprentice and the higher ranking officers of his forces as Sirena entered. The table in the center of the room held a hologram of the galaxy, zoomed into the outer rim. There were a few planets with annotations, such as Geonosis and Bothawui, bot other than that it was a standard map. He nodded as she entered, crossing his arms. "Lady Sirena. A pleasure to meet you in person. I'll cut to the chase. The Rebels are fighting back now. Where Coruscant and Carida with almost no resistance, they struck us at Kuat and beat us back at Corellia. What we have on them is numbers, so I'm opening a second front. We'll come at them from below. While they're focused on fighting the Dark Lord and his followers for the Core Worlds, we'll strike the outer rim. There are two objectives here- Expand the Empire, and establish a beachhead to attack Nar Shaddaa. We'll make a pit stop at Raxus before we commence to gather more ships. Geonosis will serve as our headquarters for the region, its manufacturing capabilities should prove useful. After that, we'll spread out through the outer rim and take as many worlds as we can before the Rebels can react. Then, we'll move to Bothawui, the staging ground I've chosen after some discussion with my staff. It's also the most likely place for the Rebels to try and stop us." He took a moment, studying the map. "It's a lot of space. I'll have to split my forces to take it all fast enough. Most of the fighting should be easy, unfortunately. Local planetary defenses and possibly scattered Rebel troops. It will be easy at first, but the longer we're active, the more time the enemy has to rally against us. Speed is the key factor here- don't fight a war if you can intimidate the locals instead." It was a sound plan, one that he'd been working at since his ascension to Lord. For nearly three years, he'd been fighting in this war. It had leant him the experience and the wisdom he needed to command this campaign, and in time, it make mark him worthy to be considered one of the Dark Lord's best. And perhaps, in time, he could surpass the Master of all Sith. That time was far away, however, and those were thoughts best kept to himself. For now. ~ She had been shocked at the Sith's words. At first, she'd doubted it, waiting until the Sith was gone to even consider it. But the Sith were treacherous people. Perhaps she wasn't the target of this trap- perhaps it was her master. They fought and schemed with eachother as much as they did with the Jedi and the True Empire. There was a possibility that the offer of escape was genuine... and yet, she didn't take it. To do so and fall victim to a trap for her would destroy all of this. All of her fighting and her struggling to be free, to fall to such a blatant trap for be worse than death. And so she wept. It tore at her soul. Yes, maybe she could escape. A day from now, a week, she would likely regret this choice. In fact, she knew she would. But it was a choice she couldn't risk. Not yet. She glanced at the communicator she used to receive word from her Master. Sneering at it, she knew her goal. She has a loose chain. A mistake. Sith didn't notice her without the spikes of anger and disdain that had grown from her mind in these times. She would train herself to suppress them, and then, truly, she would become a ghost.
  12. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai grinned, the scarred tissue stretching across his face as he responded. "The contents of my soul are for me alone, my Lady, though if you wish to wax philosophical, perhaps there will be time for that in the days ahead. I will see you when you arrive." The communicator shut off, and he glaced at the captain, nodding. "I'm done here. Close the line." he glanced over to his apprentice. "And Kahla, you are about to meet one of the Sith Academy's many dedicated teachers. You met one already, Lord Valinor, whom raised me from my ignorance herself. I expect you to give her the respect you would any Sith Lord. Unlike the Jedi, our titles are not empty platitudes. She will have wisdom to share. Though be careful- she is a seductress. And I mean that literally." He looked back out the observation glass. Korriban was beautiful, in its own way. The desolation and ruin that this planet brought across the galaxy- it was something to admire, the darkness surrounding it akin to what he'd felt near the Dark Lord. It was a shame he would only be here for a while longer. His campaign required decisive action, and he would deliver. ~ The slave stiffened as the Sith's attention turned back to her. Soon. Soon she would escape. That hope is what kept her going. Hope, and spite. She wouldn't let the Sith make an example out of her like they did the other who had been captured alongside her. This Sith was like all the others on this blasted rock- so full of herself, she would never see an attack coming. Not without help from the Force. "Go to the nearest landing pad. There is a shuttle waiting to take you and any apprentices you deem worthy to my Lord's current flagship, the Wyvern."
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  14. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Mordecai chuckled inwardly at her attempt to disarm him with her looks and coy smiles. "The pleasure is mine, Lady Sirena. And in order to continue this meeting without the unnecessary posturing, I feel it is my duty to inform you that your charms will not work on me. I prefer the company of men." He was blunt about it, almost uncomfortably so, but it was necessary. he knew her reputation, and while he stood to gain by keeping up the charade, he would tire of it quickly. He was never one for political or social machinations for something so petty. Instead, he preferred to co-operate with his fellow Sith, rather than scheme against them. Those he held in contempt knew that fact well. He believed in the furthering of the Sith through personal power and gain, of course, but when the Jedi and false Imperials were strong enough to go on the offensive, and with the recent defeat the fleet had suffered at Corellia, it would be detrimental to fall into a deadly game of Sith politics. "In the interest of staying blunt, my offer is simple. I'm looking to begin a campaign, a second front on the Rebel worlds. Any further details must wait until we meet in person, but I am offering you this- Come with me. Conquer Rebel worlds, and spread the Sith Empire. In return, any force sensitives we encounter, I will entrust under your tutelage on the condition that they remain loyal to myself as well. You further your reputation as a Sith teacher, and get to kill any Jedi or Imperial Knights we find on the way. I prove myself as a Sith worthy of the Dark Lord's support, and gain a following among the Sith." He'd sought her out for a reason, of course. He could have contacted his former master, Lord Valinor, but she was already likely to support him under the right circumstances. lady Sirena was an unknown variable, and he needed a way into the Sith Academy's good graces to garner support among up and coming Sith that wouldn't raise too much ire from other Darths.
  15. Mavanger

    Korriban

    Korriban. The ancient homeworld of the Sith and the ancestral capitol of their empires. While no longer a capitol of an empire, it was still the heart of their order. The Korriban academy stood tall, relentless in its oppression and untouched in its darkness. It was here that he was trained. Where those from across the galaxy would seek power and fame. Where countless would fall in that pursuit, and countless more would grow into Sith. This was the purpose of his visit. If he was to build support for his plans, he would need to start here, where the young apprentices and acolytes served and learned. What better way to learn what a Sith is, than to witness conquest? The rust-colored world loomed in the darkness, his fleet drifting ominously towards it. He glanced towards the captain. nodding. "Get me a secure line." ~ On the surface, a woman moved along the sands, her tattered clothes barely worthy of a slave. She'd had a name once, long ago. Served the Imperial Navy with distinction. Now it was stripped from her, through physical and mental torture. She was a nobody, loyal to one Sith. She hated him, but she survived. He fed off of it, nourished it. It was hardly a life, but she would escape. Eventually. For now, she bode her time. Gathering information. She'd become an adept at remaining undetected. Most Sith would go out of their way to beat a slave. She was better than them. She'd reached her goal, a small metal device in her hand and she stalked towards the Sith. a Hapan woman, teaching her apprentice. She sneered. The slave closed the distance silently, speaking only at the last moment. "Lady Sirena, my master, Darth Mavanger, requests your time." she said, presenting the communicator in her hands.
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