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Counter detected. Formulating defense strat--ah, another fine move, Oni.

 

As soon as the mental attack ceased, Haphaestus' organic and mechanical minds once again united, a smooth transition that had once caused him great confusion. He was truly a unique creature--one with which none could compare themselves. The result was that his weaknesses were unknown and his strengths were hidden. He knew them himself, of course, as did Dominus, but then, he didn't have to worry about either of those two beings betraying his secrets.

 

At any rate, Oni didn't know them, either. Haphaestus' flesh was the means through which he accessed the Force, primarily, but it also had a string of secondary characteristics. One of which being that it was a perfect insulator and electric attacks could not penetrate to his mechanical core. Thus, he had nothing to fear from the incoming electric orb except pain and superficial damage that would be healed in mere minutes after the duel ended.

 

Still, the most obvious counter was not to take the hit and deal with the consequences, but rather to simply avoid it. By turning Haphaestus' wave into an orb, Oni had sacrificed its lack of need for accuracy. One lightning-fast movement and Haphaestus watched the orb crackle past him. He didn't even cancel his forward momentum, and then his staff was there again to deliver yet another potentially fatal blow. Oni's defenses were again set, and it was unclear for a passing moment whether the attack would succeed or not.

 

Then it ended. Haphaestus terminated his attack mid-swing, then turned his back on Oni and took two steps. When he turned back around, he slid his staff back into the sheath on his back. "Performance... exemplary," he spoke for the first time since challenging Oni to the duel. "Oni, I confer upon you the rank of Master. Never again will you face an opponent that you must approach as your superior."

 

And yet, he added mentally so that Oni could not hear, you will not be my equal until Rivan comes before you. Even among Masters, there must be hierarchy.

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Oni's laid back and foot loose aura quickly returns, the Alcazarin reaching into his pack and pulling out the flask of Corellian Whiskey, letting the dry liquid refresh him. As the power Oni pulled from his surroundings subsided, much like the calm after a storm, Oni took a seat upon a nearby boulder. In a way, he felt relieved by his duel with Haphaestus, similar to fighter having won his first fight after coming out of retirement. After all, Oni hadn't been long out of his self exile.

 

"I thank you, brother." Oni spoke as he lit up a cigarette. Reaching back into his pack, he pulled forth the orb of Darkmetal he had reforged his chestplate into. He had changed so much over the last three years, as did his style of fighting, and his choices. The only constant was his belief in Rivan's vision and in his Alcazarin brethren. Replacing the orb, Oni looks to Haphaestus, a chuckle in his words. "I know you don't require it. But how about a drink in celebration?"

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Haphaestus glanced at the flask, a movement he had learned to make with his head so that it was not missed, as he had no moving features in his eyes, which were behind a mask anyway. "I am actually incapable of imbibing liquid," he responded. His mouth was only an orifice because he was modeled after a human--ultimately, it terminated in more plating and his vocabulator system. Any liquid poured in would have nowhere to go but right back out, and the resulting spectacle would be nothing that Haphaestus would care for anyone to witness.

 

"However, the offer is appreciated," he added. In a way, there was something he could learn from Oni. He may consider himself the superior combatant and the more powerful practitioner of the dark side, but not all of being an Alcazarin was contained within those two small things. If that were so, they would be nothing more than Sith with another name and a different master. Oni's way of actually enjoying life instead of devoting every moment to the pursuit of power and the destruction of one's enemies could be disarming, but it emphasized the bond of brotherhood that the Alcazarins experienced. Haphaestus doubted that Sith often shared drinks in celebration of anything.

 

Finding another boulder, Haphaestus sat. Again, it was a biological gesture--he wasn't capable of feeling tired, although sometimes his organic mind lagged. In this case, it served to make a point, one that said that he was capable of relaxing for a moment as well. Perhaps even striking up a conversation.

 

"That woman you were with on Nar Shaddaa," he said, "was she your apprentice? And were you, then, training her as a Sith?"

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Hess could feel it in the Force as Oni and Haphaestus rained attacks down on one another, the formerely jovial Oni having mutated into a disturbing parody of the human form. Looking at the two of them from a physical perspective was impressive enough, as both fought like time-tested combat veterans. But this was not a mere battle of skilled mortals. Through the Force, Hess saw the clash as it truly was; a war between titans. The half-Kiffar stood as a mere spectator, an ant looking up to heaven as twin gods shattered the sky. This was sublime: magnificent and terrifying, all at once.

 

Darth Dominus said, "Take us to Vjun. There you will become a Sith Lord." Hess turned, facing his master, and nodded silently. Distracted as he had been by Haphaestus and Oni's battle, Hess allowed the full weight of his Master's words to pass over him for now. Without a word, he led Dominus back to the Wingless Seraph. Minutes later, seemingly unnoticed by Haphaestus and Oni in their struggle, the Seraph disappeared into space.

 

Destiny awaited.

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"I don't see how you do it, Haph. When Umaga imprisoned me in an old C-3P0 unit, i couldn't stand it." Oni spoke, a cheerful chuckle erupting as he remembered back to his days among the Hutts, and of his punishment for failing to kill his Jedi target upon Endor. "It's the simplest things that make life enjoyable. Food, Drink, the touch of a woman's soft sk.... well you get the idea. Without those, life just seems to be useless moments."

 

After he finished speaking, Oni realized what he had said. As far as he knew, Haphaestus had spent most, if not all, of his life as the machine Nurgle had created him to be. To regard that any life without such experiences was useless was completely rude of him. Slight embarrassment settle in, causing Oni to shift his vision and add an aura of uneasiness to settle around him.

 

"Forgive me." Oni finally spoke. "I did not mean to imply that your life was full of useless moments. I suppose for an organic such as myself, life would seem pointless without it. But for one such as yourself, to simply exist would be just as fulfilling. And perhaps you would be right. Life it's self is a wonder, unexplainable and imperfect." Oni chuckles. "Listen to me. I sound just like a Jedi."

 

Another moment of silence passes before Haphaestus sits, the Alcazarin questioning Oni of Jamella. Oni had completely forgotten about her, the young girl's presence having completely fallen off the face of the galaxy. Oni himself began to wonder what had happened to her, whether she had perished on Dagobah, or if she had simply chosen another path. Perhaps he would seek her out to find what became of her. But for now, he would remain among his brethren.

 

"Funny story actually." Oni takes another sip from the flask. "I found her at the Last Call, completely drunk and impaired. Normally i wouldn't have bothered with her, but her degree of training in the Darkside was astonishing. I almost mistook her for a Sith Lord. Once she slept it off, i offered her an apprenticeship under me and gave her a task to complete. But now her presence eludes me, so i fear she has either perished or denounced her gift."

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Haphaestus merely found curious Oni's appraisal of what made life worth living. "I have existed for over four millenia," he said. "All but the last few years of that time I spent fully as a machine, before Nurgle found me." He paused here. He didn't pause because he wanted to pick his next words carefully--his superior mechanical mind was capable of stringing logical sentences together at the speed of light. Instead, it was another biological tendency he had picked up to suggest thoughtfulness. "That's four thousand years without the things you call essential for the enjoyment of life. I neither require nor desire the things of which you speak, even if my lack of desire stems from the fact that I have not experienced them."

 

Simply put, Haphaestus existed on a level that Oni couldn't possibly understand. He himself considered that level to be superior, for indeed he was a near-perfect creation, the best of man and machine with only a few weaknesses from either. When Nurgle had found him, he had set out to create something as perfect as his organically limited mind could fathom, and biologicals frequently created things superior to themselves, as evidenced by the fact that factories were machine-run. Haphaestus had no human error.

 

"A pity about your apprentice, though," he said. "Potential is limited among organics, and it is a shame to see it go to waste."

 

As he spoke, he stretched out with the Force, seeking Dominus through his bond. It wasn't that he was bored of simple conversation, and indeed could continue it forever if need be, but the things that did drive him, the things that made life enjoyable to him, were related to duty, achievement, and the pursuit of power. Dominus could further him along these paths more than anyone else, and he was always mindful of the will of his creator. Dominus was one of the two beings from which Haphaestus would accept orders, and the other one was a spirit.

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"Four Millennia?! Damn Haph..." Oni yelps, his shock that not only had Haph existed for so long, but never had he enjoyed such subtleties. Oni just could not fathom his own life gong tht long without such pleasures. "We've seriously got to at least see about you a digestive track. Four millennia, Seriously?"

 

With that said, Oni himself opens to Dominus' presence, searchng for his former Master.

 

"I agree." Oni continues. "But it is a choice only they themselves can make. Perhaps my next one will prove stronger willed."

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Then, abruptly, it was time to go. Haphaestus felt a stirring in the dark side of the Force, a summons that he would answer. But this summons was not from Rivan or from Nurgle, but from the dark side itself. He drew on it deeply, and it revealed to him an important truth about the galaxy. The Dark Lord of the Sith was no more, and there was one being truly in position to take over.

 

That being was Haphaestus. He looked at Oni. "Lord Oni, I am going to take up the mantle of Dark Lord, giving us a better position than ever before. The time for waiting is over."

 

Then he swept over to his vessel and was off for the nearest Sith Temple.....

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"With the same genetic structure plus our patented memory program, a clone is be completely identical to the original person."

 

It was the third tour so far ever since NeoGenesis had announced its grand plan to help heal the scars of the galaxy. He had to admit he was impressed by the scale the company was attempting. Yet with all things there were naysayers, and that was why he was employed. To help the naysayers calm down by giving out these tours. He knew similar tours were going on at the facilities of Naboo, and Kamino but, Trulalis was an unbelievable place to host such technologies. Some came just to see if the rumors were true.

 

 

”œAs we all know know, there have been many problems with cloning over the years. However we at NeoGenesis have overcome many of the hurdles that normally plague such endeavors. Have you ever wondered why some prominent figures seem to be served grievous mortal wounds that no one should recover from, only to look completely fine three days later?

 

I will tell you now, no your leaders and heroes have not been replaced by robots over the years. Instead they were perfectly cloned! We have had a hand in the forefront of that technology. ”œ

 

He paused excited about the part of the tour. They had entered the area where the clones themselves were being built. An area that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and then some.

 

”œ In order to create a clone, a sample of a subject's cells is taken and its genetic code is duplicated. This in turn is implanted into a cell where it is allowed to grow and develop into an exact duplicate of the cell donor. An important aspect of this process is the use of vats for the clone to gestate which are artificial wombs that are filled with nutrients as well as organic catalysts. One of the reasons for this is to prevent any external influence from interfering in the growth of the developing clone. It of course is possible to alter the attributes of a clone's physical appearance by varying the intake of the nutrients into the vat and by altering the catalyst solution. Of course that is not what we use that method for even though it is key information to have. This method allows for us to accelerate the cloning process by many times the normal rate. At our current peak, this allows for a fully formed adult clone body being produced in a matter of weeks.”

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Mordecai's fleet jumped out of hyperspace- not nearly as impressive as the grand armada assembled over Geonosis, but for the forces of one man, it was impressive nonetheless, especially considering that half of his forces were away to defend Mon Cal. One of his newfound allies had withdrawn to defend their powerbase, and as a token of good will, and to improve his relations with other Sith, he had sent a good number of forces to assist the Krath and their defense. The Captain had gone with them, leaving him alone with naught but his former apprentice for true company. While the forces he was surrounded by were his allies and his followers, few of them had truly met him. While it allowed him to order them to battle with ease, command them to their deaths without hesitation, it meant a degree of loneliness when those that he favored were otherwise preoccupied.

 

He took a moment, looking at the old world below him. He thought about his time as a Sith. When he had arrived on Korriban, he had been a child, looking for quick and easy power, a legacy apart from his family. It was there that his skill as a warrior had revealed itself, a skill he had spent years honing. At Dark Sun, he had tested those skills, defeating a Jedi. At the time, it had merely been warfare, nothing personal about it. Simply two apprentices, pit against each other by machinations of higher powers. At Borleais, he had seen his former Empress. A child, it was revealed, incapable of fighting her own battles. Her bodyguards had scarred him, one that still burned to this day.

At Kuat, his reputation had begun to solidify itself. He met Lord Xahl, he had earned the title of Darth, and he had fought off the rebel traitors. It was there that the seeds of his ascension had been sowed. His campaign had followed shortly thereafter, and after the loss at Corellia and defending Kuat a second time, he was faced with the reality that the Dark Lord may not have the situation entirely under control. To challenge the Dark Lord directly, however, as Mordecai had done, hadn't been a wise choice. He knew he was being watched now, but he didn't care. As long as his troops performed as they were ordered, every one of them could be a spy. He had nothing to hide, his ambitions laid bare for all. He was seeking power.

 

He hailed Darth Tyra's ship, his hands folded behind his back. "Darth Tyra, meet me on the surface while our forces deliver our ultimatum. I have learned of a most interesting opportunity."

 

 

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The old model Quasar class cruiser carrier dropped out of hyperspace a moment before the rest of its escort. Its heavy engines fired into a pulse of evasive maneuvers in case the Sith Fleet was waiting for them. Next the heavy sensor package came online, pulsing its wave of energy across the near face of the system, taking its return and spitting it back out to the fighter pilots. 

 

“Templars.” Beth glanced down to the comm display to make sure she was not transmitting on anything other than their squadron frequency. “Prepare to engage. This will get dicy fast. Lock S-Foils into attack position.” A chorus of affirmatives sounded off in her ears and then Dimitri gave a warning and automatically switched her comm receiving channel to TAC 1 command as well as the squadron tactical frequency. 

 

“Angle to grid four Templar One.”

 

Orders were flying over the comm and encrypted nets. The flight controllers aboard the Quasar were issuing terse and simple commands to the flight officers, as they looked at the emerging battlefield expanding in their maps.

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Mordecai glanced up as klaxons began to ring.

 

"My lord, unidentified ships just entered the system. They've deployed fighters."

 

Mordecai sneered. "Put me through."

It only took a moment for the bridge crew to execute his orders, broadcasting a message to the new arrivals.

 

"Unidentified ships, you are infringing on a Sith operation. Break your course immediately or we will fire on you."

 

There was no answer, and no deviation. He sighed. If these were planetary defenses, then they would be inconsequential. But if the rebels had arrived, it meant they knew of his operations in the sector. He would need to re-orient, shore up defenses at Geonosis. Slow his advance as to not overextend his forces. Regardless, with the addition of Darth Tyra's forces, they would make short work of the rebels in orbit. "Get fighters in the air, keep their forces away from the main fleet. Wipe out that carrier, and they're stranded here. Darth Tyra, you have new orders- assist in the orbital battle. I will ensure that our operations on the ground remain uncontested."

Another broadcast was transmitted. Foolish, perhaps, but he needed to bait the trap with something worth following. "Rebel forces, you face Darth Mavanger and Darth Tyra of the Sith Empire. Face us if you dare."

 

Along with the broadcast was the location of an old Sith temple, belonging to a Sith Master he had never heard of. To the rebels, it would be a ruin away from the main conflict to direct their attacks, with himself as the bait. To him, it was an opportunity for power, and a chance to kill more treacherous scum. He exited the bridge, boarding his shuttle once more as it shot out of the hangar towards the planet's surface.

 

 

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The commander of the Cruiser Carrier, a Tapani Baron by the name of Admiral Ambrose d'Artois, was quick to dial in his comm pod to reply. 

 

“Did your mother’s call you that? Or did you pick the names from your favourite YA Novel? We do not fear the Sith Lords. You will taste our steel, unless of course you wish to turn yourselves in and swear allegiance to our dear Empress?" 

 

Beth laughed as she began her sharp turn towards where the map on her console told her a stream of red marked fighters were being deployed.

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Breaking hyper, the needle ship was alive with chittering furred being as they scrambled about preparing for what could be an immediate counterattack from their Sith greeting party.

 

Leena had changed back into her traditional healer’s robes. Her silvery saber hilt hung at her waist alongside a bag of special crystals used to enhance her applications of the light side’s healing energies. The only sway from a traditional healer’s garb were the trooper’s plastics boots she had her flowing pant legs tucked into; a cry back to her days on the front lines, a story unknown to any but the Jedi and the soldier who had gifted the original boots to her.

 

Standing there staring out the viewport, Leena’s heart twittered in anticipation. She had spent much of the jump in meditation, calming her mind and preparing herself for what was to come. She bolstered the wills of the Squibs as the force flowed through her and exponentially outwards on soothing waves of light. The vessel was a beacon of light side energies in the void of space. 
 

Darth Mavanger’s message played across the holoscreen. Leena did not even need nod in agreement as the needle ship, H.M.S. Smalliest, turned and began to arc towards the surface at a steep pitch.
 

Was it a trap? Undoubtedly. As a healer, Leena was not going to be subtle. She would go to where the cancer erupted and cleanse it. Wringing her hands, Leena stared forward. She was not sure she would be enough. Around her, the dedicated almost viciously happy chatters of the Squibs grounded Leena in reality. With her friends surrounding her, Leena knew it in her heart, she could do this if the force willed it to be so.

 

In the distance, the Squib scanners noted a Sith shuttle rocketing towards the same area of the planet. Was it the Sith Lord? Was it his troops coming to capture them? They did not know. It did not really matter. Leena would confront whatever Sith sought to spread their cancer. The Squibs with their hodge-podged array of ill-gotten weaponry and equipment, some homemade some liberated, were keen on getting their paws on whatever tech they could. Any Sith soldiers that came to play were ripe for the picking.

 

The corvette touched down a far cry from the ruined temple that stood unobstructed atop a rolling hillock overlooking the rolling plains to the horizon in every direction.

 

Striding down the ramp, Leena stepped out onto the grass-covered soil. Her weapon hung by her side. She palmed an egg-sized blue-green crystal in her hand, tumbling it over and over as she walked. The force swirled about the healer, strengthening her will and emanating out from her in an aura of righteous energy that sought to tamp down any negative or dark emotions in it’s field.

 

Soon enough the crumbling temple came into view. Leena surveilled it’s tumbled parapets and debris-scattered radius.
 

Had she beat the Sith here?

 

Where was the trap?

 

The natural sounds of the world about her were all that interrupted the silence. Leena hefted the crystal in her hand and lobbed it high into the air until it cracked sharply against a rocky wall of the temple and fell to the ground, a faint glow pulsing faintly at the heart of the stone.

 

“Hellooo,” Leena sang out clearly and cheerfully. “Is anyone home?”

 

 

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Mordecai had already arrived. He waited- he could sense the Jedi approaching, as well as her entourage. Foolish of them to face him here, in a place of power. His face and his posture were relaxed, calm, but to anyone attuned to the force they would be able to see his roiling emotions. His anger, his hatred, his thirst for vengeance and bloodshed. He did not make his presence a secret- he meditated in the midst of the entrance to the temple, his eyes closed but his senses open.
 

"So you've come to put an end to me. Tell me, are you Jedi, or are you an Imperial Knight? In the end, I suppose, it doesn't matter. You've come here to kill me. But ask yourself, as you stand here with your troops in your craft, what that means. Did you come here seeking to put an end to this conflict? Did you even once think that I could be reasoned with? I assume not, seeing as how you've brought an entire kill team."

 

He stood slowly, the soft rain trickling down the canopy above. He would be covered in mud had he not chosen to meditate on the stone of the temple. he looked up, feeling the rain on his face as he inhaled, his hands retrieving his lightsabers.

 

"I offer a chance to speak freely. We are away from the battle, and from prying eyes. Do so, and we may yet avoid bloodshed today."

 

Of course, he fully intended to kill her if she didn't turn today. He knew it would likely take much longer, but he didn't have time to spend days working this woman over. An explosion crackled to life overhead as if to punctuate that thought. The trap was in motion. There was no subterfuge, of course. To do so would simply rob him of his own glory. But he had lured her here, to this place of darkness, where she would either turn from the light or meet her demise. 

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"You trust me enough to fly the damn thing, don't you?" Harris lifted his arms to embellish his point. "It'll be Fine" Kahla wasn't to big a fan of leaving her main fleet, separate herself from it. But, Harris had proven an accomplished captain. "You're right. Just remember-" "Fifty K if I scratch the paint, I know" Harris interjected, pushing his luck against the new Darth. Kahla stayed quiet, lifting her chin and grinning as she boarded her interceptor.

 

The flight was short, herself at the stick; she set down aboard the Wretched Litch and made her way to the bridge. As Darth Mavanger's fleet jumped to hyperspace Kahla took the command seat, calmly she asked the pilots to follow them through as she leaned back, taking a last look at the planet below them for a time.

 

They came out of hyperspace in standard formation, Kahla rose to take in the sights. She'd not heard much of the planet, most of what she knew was in the briefing package sent her way. It was peaceful, beautiful, even. She drew a breath of the recycled air and held it for a moment.

 

"Darth Tyra, meet me on the surface while our forces deliver our ultimatum. I have learned of a most interesting opportunity."

 

She exhaled, listening to the ring of her new name as she made her way to the hangar. She hadn't anything to say, though the prospect of 'interesting opportunity' did catch her attention. With all the planets in their sights, that Darth Mavanger found this one, in particular, to be interesting; her curiosity got the better of her. She pondered as she stalked the halls, but before long her mind was grounded again.

 

Her communicator buzzed, just as the klaxons blared, "Darth Tyra, you have new orders- assist in the orbital battle. I will ensure that our operations on the ground remain uncontested."

 

"Then I shall grind them into dust." she responded quickly. Orders? She thought to herself. So much for equals..

 

She raised her communicator "Hangar, prepare my fighter, have a squadron ready to launch behind me." She paused only a moment to switch channels "All ships, Raise Hell upon this scum." She took little care in securing the link. In fact, she'd nearly hoped the rebels could her order. She grinned wide, just picturing the inferno soon to be inflicted.

 

It was a sight to rival even that of her Fury Class; a beautiful resurrection of ancient Sith fighters, at the forefront was the elegantly orange detailed fighter she called her own. A twin pinstripe center of the craft, Sith texts etched in crimson lined its wings. She smiled proudly as she masked her face with the rebreather, the flight seat fitting to her every curve perfectly. Her heart raced as she gripped the stick. "Legion One-One to all wings, pick your targets carefully, some of those that you will face today call themselves aces. We will test their mettle."

 

The engines screeched to life, and the hunt was on.

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The controls shuddered under her hands as the X-wing experienced the turbulence of the planet's distant gravity well. She glanced down to the readout display and saw that everything was green. Six proton torpedoes, whose variable warhead had been switched to a medium yield indicated that she was fairly ready to go toe to toe with any pilot in the Sith Armada. She spared another glance off her right wing and saw the X-wing of her wingmate gliding along beside. She waved and Beth gave a laugh. Kailia gave a mock salute then looked back towards the looming Sith strikeforce. 

 

It was nearly go time. 

 

“Templar one-one, fighters, designated Supremacy-class interceptors.” An intercept order, finally. Her mind raced for a moment to find the information about the Supremacy class interceptor, given in a briefing not too long after the fall of Kuat. Fast. Incredibly fast compared to her X-wing by a factor of one point five. Likely extremely dangerous to the fighterbombers who were about to make their pass on the Sith Cruisers. Then the control officer inside the carrier’s Early Warning and Control center continued his transmission. “Intercept orders. Engage.” 

 

A flurry of red dots, slightly larger than normal emerged at the edges of her starfighter’s sensor screen. Dimitri, in his safe socket behind her chirped as the floating reticle from her HUD aligned with the distant squadron of Fury’s. She gently pressed the pedal at her right foot and brought the reticle fully on the enemy squadron.  

 

She thumbed her shields to double front in case the enemy had the first opportunity to launch missiles her way. She squinted at her display then activated her internal net link to her Astromech. “The Supremacy-class have large drive signatures, focus lock onto that.” There was a chirp of acknowledgement, then a low whine as he found lock on the distant leader. As soon as the whine became a constant, she depressed the trigger on her control yoke. Once, twice. And two emerald torpedoes blinked away towards the Interceptors. 

 

All around her the X-wings and My’tils were following their own orders, and dozens of torpedoes and concussion missiles streaked towards the distant squadrons.

 

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The hail came in from their lead cruiser, "Standard formation, little ones in front, big ones in back. Good luck Legion" Kahla looked down, her screens glowed red with the silhouettes of the fighter compliment, with bombers following close behind. The leader in her sights, she was first to lock. She launched her first missile, and she'd have to hold radar lock for her missiles to connect, so she gradually slowed the formation, and directed her shields full front.

 

The console blinked and buzzed with incoming alerts. Two torpedoes had her name scorn into their shells. "One-Two, One-Three, Activate ECM pods, One-Four, One-Five, ready flares for near impact." Her orders sharp and to the point as she flicked her countermeasures switch. The enemy flight was baring down on them, though, and they only had a moment to react.

 

Seconds before the first volley of torpedoes impacted, Kahla made the call; "One-Four, One-Five, Pop flares, break and engage the fighters! One-Two, One-Three, focus those bombers!" Indiscriminately she fired a salvo from her quad laser cannons as she dove and rolled, corkscrewing in an attempt to get beneath the enemy formation and force them back. Switching her shields back to full, she hastily called to the artillery cruiser "Load incendiary, hit their fleet with everything you've got!"

 

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Beth narrowed her eyes as a warning light blared a bright red in the threat receiver. This was joined by a howl of alarm from Dimitri as he screamed about enemy missile launch. Radar guided. And enemy ECM was blasting her own scopes to the pure white static of concentrated jamming.

 

“Vampire, Vampire. Enemy missile launch detected.” 

 

This was from the cruiser carriers early warning control center. Unnecessary information for now, but the man was doing his job, and that at least she appreciated. She waited a split second longer then her thumb depressed her yokes’ second defensive option. Another split second later, a little behind the astromech mount a small rocket fired, its solid fuel expending almost as soon as it launched. Then the small rocket's internal explosive went off, shattering the rocket and spreading six thousand small mylar metallic shreds in a small expanding blast behind the X-Wing. Highly radar reflective, the shreds of fluttering mylar, also known as chaff, would seem like a huge and very delicious target to any radar guided missiles.

 

Around her the rest of the templars and My’tils, went after the ECM ships. 

 

“Templar One defending!”

 

Beth muttered into her mic, as she pressed her control yoke down to force the X-wing into a dive that would clear her from the coming blast of the Sith missile. That missile did its job, detonating in the cloud of mylar in a blast of concussive force, rocking, but not damaging the X-wing. Her dive however, intersected with a single of the enemy laser blasts, and the cockpit hazed over with white for a split second as the shields ate the impact. 

 

“Shields at 62 percent.” 

 

"Spast it, set next torpedos to short fuse. Hold onto the drive signature data."

 

She ignored the response from her astromech and flipped the fighter back into an oblique angle towards the now very close interceptor. It was in a roll and loosing momentum, so she fired a triple blast from her quad-linked laser cannons at the fighter as it whipped by, then she pulled the X-wing into an upward climb to bring her back around in a sharp angle towards the enemy starfighter. They were in a dogfight now and she had never felt so alive.

 

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The X-wing zipped past and Kahla could almost make out the markings that lined its mildly stripped armour. Not nearly as elegant a craft like her own, but there was something to be said for its personality. This was no starship show, though, and as the fighter lined up on hers, Kahla slammed the throttle forward, gripping down on the afterburners trigger as she lifted her right wing into a knife maneuver. She'd hoped to evade the coming blast by picking her momentum back up out of the roll. The first of the three blasts clipped the deployed radiator, causing her shield to flare. She snapped her attention to the readout as it flashed and dropped by 40%. 

 

A call came from the make shift carrier, a young operator sat comfy in the flight tower. "Gunboats are away and on an intercept course." The map readout showed two friendly Fury-Class signatures. Good, another screen to sieve them through. The ECM fighters put almost full power into their prograde thrusters, making a mad-dog rush for the enemy fleet. What power they held in reserve went into rear shields, hoping to combat the inevitable incoming fire.

 

Kahla pulled hard on the stick, tightly climbing to face the X-wing. She knew she needed to draw the fight back into their territory, but running was a death sentence. Quickly she put power into her forward guns, and squeezed the trigger until the console flashed heat warnings, her targeting system rang out not a moment before the fighters met again, "Fox One!" she called loudly, her missile launching just a split second before she passed by. A half roll before another tight incline sent her screeching towards the cruiser group again.

 

Her power quickly switched to forward thrust, and her shield to full rear. As she lined up a volley of bright orange streaks whipped past, slamming into one of the cruisers and lighting it ablaze. In front of her a fighter was squaring up on One-Three. "Bishop, I have your tail." she called as she fired two bursts of cannon bolts at the trailing fighter's engines.

 

Her heart raced like the beating of a war drum, the thrill of the chaos swept under her, her grip tight on the flight controls, her palms sweating and a cackle slipping from her lips as she let loose another burst of laser fire.

 

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“Oh spast.” Beth whispered as a sudden stream of laser bolts played across her forward shield. It held for the moment as she began a roll to get her out of the gunsights of the enemy starfighter. There was no time for an answering snapshot, and the sudden screech from her astromech told her a missile was about to cut her day very short. She punched the throttle forward to pull out of the spin just as her shield capacitor overheated with a crash. Next came another chaff rocket, and the enemy fighter passed her in a flash of durasteel and gaudy paint. 

 

The missile detonated in the chaff cloud, and Beth was thrown forward against her crashwebbing from the impact of the blast. Dimitri piped up a wicked howl of danger and she cut her engines and pulled back on the control yoke. Her third engine was on fire, but otherwise she was still alive, as was Dimitiri. Which was all the good news she could handle at that moment. 

 

The reduction in thrust allowed her to flip the X-wing back around and she punched the throttle to full again, following the tail of the Interceptor as fast as her three remaining Incom engines could push her. It was hardly as fast as she wanted, but it would be give her enough time to pour withering fire into the Interceptor before it pulled out of effective range. She briefly took in the destruction of a few of the Templars and Fighterbombers, but she only had enough time to center the reticle on the close and fully burning drives of the Sith Interceptor. There would be time to mourn for the brave Rebel pilots later. For now, the other pilot had let herself become distracted by another engagement. It was time for the Sith to pay for that arrogance. 

 

Once, Twice her black gloved finger pressed the trigger and emerald torpedoes leapt out of their launchers, their computers locked in on the drive data of the enemy interceptor. She shifted the reticle up  to lead the interceptor by a healthy margin and then held down the trigger again. The linked heavy laser cannons on the tip of each of her S-Foils thundered away, spewing their death towards the distracted Sith Starfighter

 

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Her cackle masking the tone of the enemy lock, and in her hubris hadn't noticed until her craft shook violently from the impact, her shields taking the brunt of the damage. Without so much as a thought she deployed her flaps and slammed the stick back, bringing her nose over tail and completely killing all her momentum. As soon as she saw the belly of her pursuer she pushed the stick forward and slammed on the thrusters. bringing her behind the X-Wing in a dive.

 

Unfortunately she hadn't taken Bishop into account; and the bolts intended for herself hit him relentlessly. In a blaze of melted durrasteel and black-gold radiators his fighter was vaporized.

 

"One-Three is down! Bishop's Down!"

 

Kahla tried to ignore One-Two's call at first, but the worry in his voice was unmistakable. "A warriors death for an accomplished pilot" she called back. Hopefully his death could be an inspiration, but she couldn't be sure until the wing returns. Her focus turned back to the dogfight, she'd just begun to pull back from the dive of the cobra maneuver, and aimed to hit the underside of the fighter. The right wing cannon had jammed, but the bolts that came from the other three would be more than adequate.

 

"One-One, Sit-rep."

 

Kahla peeled off, quickly assessing the damage. A fire, and electrical damage on her right side. "Fire, ECM down, cannon four jammed." she called back as she turned to re-engage. She put all power into the cannons, and In her grip she crushed down on the trigger, unchaining the rabid dog of her laser cannons which quickly overheated as the fire suppression came on.

 

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Leena blinked with a start at the sound of a voice from around the temple, just out of view. Even over the drizzling rain she heard his voice clearly calling out after her stone had chirped against the settling structure.

 

Making a semi-circled berth, Leena moved about a far perimeter of the temple, keeping the area in view bit giving her a safety margin should things turn violent unexpectedly. She only slowed to a stop when the rising human came into sight, his hair dripping with rain water. She remarked silently that he did not seem much older than she, although he seemed to present a more weathered countenance.

 

Leena would have kicked herself for not sensing the dark aura that seemed to radiate with an ethereal glow on the energies of the force as they came from the man. He was truly a student of the darkside. She did not kick herself though, she was too busy letting a warm smile creep across her face at his words.

 

Leena found it almost sad that the man seemed so convinced that her goal was to kill him, that her friends back aboard the ship were some sort of kill squad. That thought alone was enough to make her nearly giggle. The diminutive quick-talking rodents were sly and spritely, but a seasoned kill squad? Hardly. The only things they were good at killing were common sense and good pile of scrap metal.

 

“Nonsense dear warrior. I am no butcher. In fact, I am far from. My name is Leena and I am but a humble healer.” Leena raised her hands to allow the falling rain to harmless batter against her outstretched palms and trickle downwards towards the slick grass and muck. She felt the life of this place. Even as the darkness clung to it’s hold, Leena felt the natural healing energies of nature growing stronger with each falling drop.

 

“Truthfully I’d welcome the chance to talk Master Mavanger. Why have you come to this world but to corrupt and destroy with your fleets and your soldiers? You are already spreading across the galaxy. What is the point? So much destruction and waste, lives lost and upturned. I just do not understand.” As she spoke, Leena drew on the light of the world around her. She was not a naturalist by any means, but life was life. From that life flowed the Living Force. That was what she touched as she radiated a warmth into the air around her that permeated outward in a cocoon of soothing tidal energies. 

 

Leena stood regarding the Sith with a cautious sense of curiosity. What was it that made him so? What cancerous sin had bore such a man so low when he could have been so much; so quick to grasp at his sabers when the need for violence buzzed far off overhead without threat to them here. She smiled warmly at the man awaiting his reply and what revelations he may disclose.

 

The girl’s silvery hilt hung at her belt. She did not make even a motion towards it. This wayward soul had yet to present any cancer that needed carving.

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Mordecai regarded the Mon Cal with a calm demeanor. While her own demeanor seemed kind, her lack of understanding did not surprise him. How could she understand? Her robes and her role hinted that she was likely Jedi, not an imperial. The last Jedi he had fought had so blindly followed his beliefs that he had nearly gotten himself killed for no reason other than to cling to the moral high ground that he believed he had. He hoped that this would end differently, of course, but he was fully aware that this would most likely end in bloodshed. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

 

"A pleasure to meet you, Master Leena. I'm afraid that you may be out of place in such a locale, however. But if you've come to speak, then we shall do so. Though whether you shall listen, whether you shall think on my words, remains to be seen. To answer your question, I did not come here to corrupt and destroy, as you say. I came here to peacefully envelope this world into the Sith Empire. I asked that they lay down their arms willingly, and in return, their lives would remain largely unchanged. Instead, they rebelled for their sovereignty. An open hand and a clenched fist, as is our state now. I have offered an open hand to lay this conflict aside and join me, but I understand the necessity to strike you down if not.

As for why I have come, when so much of the galaxy is already in our grasp, the battle itself explains my motivations. Nearly every successful rebellion in the galaxy's history has begun in the Outer Rim, on planets like Naboo and Bothawui, deemed too unimportant to dedicate resources to, that have spread their dissent throughout the galaxy. You see, if my suspicions were unfounded, then this entire campaign would have been merely a formality. An exercise in redundancy. But, here you are. A Jedi, leading a rebel task force to fight us over a world with supposedly no strategic value. If the Outer Rim was capable of existing within this empire without our interference, we would have been met with open arms, or at least a stern glare. Instead I face open insurrection with support from the rebels, scorched earth tactics, entire factory districts sabotaged to prevent their use."

 

He glanced up at the space battle. He could just make out the capital ships above through the atmosphere. Looking back at the Jedi, he shook his head.

 

"The true senseless violence is what I've seen the Rebels do time and time again. At Dark Sun Station, an entire civilian station was ravaged by a terrorist claiming allegiance to the Rebels. At Borleais, I saw the false empress fail to defend her people, starting a battle where none was needed. At the Second Battle of Kuat, I watched friends turn on friends, allies turn to enemies, dock workers gunned down in the name of your rebellion. At Corellia was the first time one of your rebels spoke with me, yet that too ended in bloodshed. I could go on, but I'm sure you see what I'm getting at. Across the Sith Empire, the only violence is the violence you bring upon the people you claim to protect."

 

He lifted his saber into the air, examining it.

 

"Our weapons are not just for show, of course. Mine are not clean of spilled blood. It would be foolish to believe that there are not those among my peers that would do the same, given the chance. But they would do so without the guise of the greater good looming overhead. If I were to strike you down now, I would not tout my own righteousness, I would not make excuses. I simply would do so, and accept the connotations of that action. The Sith Code is a marvelous thing you see. It encourages personal growth, a burning desire to improve your life by your own hands, rather than accepting the status quo. I could go on, of course, but you came here to be discussed, not to be lectured. Though please, Mordecai is fine. We are not here as warriors, and as such the titles of such are unnecessary at the moment. Only as philosophers."

 

 

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Leena stood listening quietly. It was not as if the Sith was entirely wrong; but he had made some assumptions. Assumptions had a tendency to lead people down some interesting paths. His words twisted the truth. It sounded plausible, most lies had some basis in truth after all. The smile did not fade from the girl’s face. She just shook her head. It was not worth an argument. The man was sure of his own statements.

 

“As long as people submit.”

 

”They will have peace.” 

 

“The same logic used by every conqueror the galaxy over. Leave the people to their own. Take your empire and go home. If chaos rears it’s head, protect the weak and innocent. Live in peace with all.  I did not come here to fight you. Didn’t come to conquer or rebel or shed blood either. If I did, I suspect more than a piecemeal corvette would’ve been useful. My friends just gave me a ride. Those up above, they are not Jedi.”

 

Leena paused as she pondered the musings of the Sith. She giggled softly before she spoke. “You sure talk a lot.”

 

”And that is saying something coming from me.”

 

”Still you seem pretty touchy with those sabers of yours for not being here as a warrior who just wants to talk. What would it hurt these people, the people of the Outer Rim, if you and your Empire left them alone? Don’t give them something to rebel against. Give them a choice to live as they desire. Peace for everyone.”

 

Leena waives her hand calling a downed stoney chunk of ruin towards her. It dug a furrow in the ground before it stood tall, giving the girl a place to sit. Settling down on the stone, Leena’s legs bent, her feet flat on the ground, the rain continued to fall heavier as the clouds churned overhead. She felt  the water running down her face. It felt natural. It was something of her very essence, the water. She relaxed against the touch of it against her flesh. She felt the power of the storm as it charged the air. It was natural; as cleansing to the world as any antiseptic in one of her wards. Leena smiled at the Sith. 

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Mordecai was silent for a moment, musing on her words as they spoke. She spoke with a passive naivety, one that implied she didn't know how the world worked.

 

"I suppose I do. But forgive me, I must make up for conversations lost. It is rare that the Rebels sit and discuss with any regularity."

 

At her next comment, he chuckled and motioned to the battle overhead.

 

"Ah, but would it not be better to stop chaos from embroiling the galaxy to begin with? To stop such horrors before they even begin to take root? Tell me, do you truly believe that taking a life to save many others is any different from conquering one world to save many others from the hardships of war and chaos? As for my sabers, I will admit that I have taken a liking to them. They bring me comfort and wisdom in battles past. If we left ourselves complacent, ignored these outer worlds, then we would not have learned our lesson from history. Since the days of the old Republic, to the Galactic Republic, the Galactic Empire... It matters not the ideals of the ruling power in the galaxy. It is in the nature of the galaxy's inhabitants to seek war. Whether it be for politics, for morals, or sheer animosity, the galaxy has always, and will continue, to devolve into total war without a strong guiding hand. As long as there are those who believe there can be peace for everyone, there will be peace for no one."

 

He reached behind his head, scooping the hair that clumped around his face from the rain into a loose tie. The hour of battle was nigh. He could sense it. He looked back over to the Jedi, his eyes darkened by his emotions.

 

"Everywhere I've gone, everything I've seen in all my years of being Sith. It's convinced me that the Jedi are, at worst, complacent to the evils they claim to oppose, and at their worse, openly seditious towards galactic peace. But you can prove me wrong- lay down your arms and surrender here, and I will make sure you and your followers are cared for. But once we battle, I will no longer offer that same guarantee. Is this a risk you are willing to take, Master Leena?"

 

 

 

 

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Ruling: Beth vs Kahla

 

First of all, great duel!

It was a blast reading a dogfight, and you both sold the idea of these two pilots fighting and surviving by the acrobatics of their craft and the insane speed of the fight.

 

So, to my specific points:

-First of all, I was very happy to see damage getting taken by both sides in this fight. With something as fast and high-powered as a starfighter duel, I imagine it's tempting to dodge each shot by the skin of your teeth, but instead I saw some very nice give and take. Kahla, having your friend take that final barrage as you pulled up was a nice touch, and a good emotional moment that stood out to me. Plus the amount of damage you took in Beth's final attack run was nice to see and very sporting given your ship's faster speed. Beth, the battle damage you suffered over the fight (loss of engine, shields weakening and then failing) felt very realistic to me, and I particularly appreciated how despite using chaff to dodge the first missile you still took hits from the laser barrage.

-I feel like this should always be mentioned, I felt the respect both sides had for each other, both as players and characters. At no point did I feel like the mood of the duel had turned sour or that someone was having a bad time. Maybe that's obvious, but I feel its worth bringing up.

-I also liked how you both made it clear that this dogfight was in the midst of a larger battle. Might be a minor thing, but I like that the rest of the war didn't simply disappear as you two went at it.

-Kahla, there was one thing in your initial post that had me a bit confused. You noted the torpedos coming towards you, but never described their miss or impact. It's not a big concern, because I think the intention was that they got drawn off by the flares of your squadmates. Specifically calling out the result of the attack would have been helpful to avoid that little bit of confusion though.

-Positioning is always tricky in a duel, and that's magnified x10 in a space duel like this. Even so, you both did an excellent job of keeping me aware of everyone's relative positioning. Another difficult part is maneuvering in relation to your opponent. Not dictating your opponents movements, but instead letting them react to yours, is a tricky balance to hit. Beth, I think you handled this well by keeping your attack runs short and sweet. Kahla, I think you also did very well on this front, with the exception of one attack run you made in your second post, where you charged past Beth and released a missile right as you passed by. I feel like she might have had a chance to outmaneuver or change directions in that time. However, you were flying the faster fighter as acknowledged by both sides, so I'm less inclined to knock that too much.

 

While I could keep going on about this duel and the things I found cool in it, my final decision for the winner of the duel is:

 

Beth Andromina

 

 

Both sides did an excellent job, and I hope I see more fighter duels like this in the future. With both sides maneuvering and fighting each other so well, both being willing to take damage, and both clearly putting effort into making these posts enjoyable, Beth barely takes the win with her concise and clear attacks and responses.

 

This was an excellent duel! Thank you for letting me moderate it!

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“Do you mean a strong guiding hand like the one that crushes the hopes and wills to live like the people of Mon Cal?” Leena retorted, rolling her eyes at the Sith’s blatant ignorance. ‘Why is it bad guys like to monologue so much?’ “What of the poisoned seas and death that reigns on every doorstep there all under the peaceful hand of the Sith? Is that even a life worth living?” 

 

 

 

“What about Coruscant? Were you there when your brother threw a moon into the world killing trillions in the name of order. I walked that world. Wherever the Sith go their fear holds hearts for a moment, but the legacy that trails in your shadow is naught but the chaos you claim to seek to rid us of. Their souls long to be free.”

 

Leena paused. She took a deep breath focusing herself again, allowing the frustration she felt at the Sith Lord’s words to dissipate with the falling rain. She grasped the warm cloak that was the force all about her and allowed it to fill her from the inside out until she radiated with it’s warmth. 
 

Leena did not move from her perch. She sat, her legs tense and pushed against the ground as the stone she sat atop balanced precariously; ready to move if needed. She hoped it would not come to that. She felt the rain on her skin and a warm peaceful surge filled her soul. It seemed clear this man before her was misguided. She did not claim to be the smartest, experienced, or even most powerful Jedi. It did not matter. She served as she was called. The force blew like a gentle breeze through the rain about the temple, the smell of fresh rain and earth in it’s grasp.

 

She turned her eyes back to Mordecai, the force  and offered a smile. “You are right in the long run though. The galaxy would probably be less chaotic if everyone and everything were dead.” The girl’s voice rang with a laugh as warm as the rain as she spoke the words, they sounded so insane. Warmly she continued, “How about we make a deal? Since you, Master Sith, are the one seeking the chaos of battle, you turn and walk away. Return home. Lay down your arms and work towards the peace you desire, peacefully. We can work towards a peaceful galaxy together. No sense plunging it further into chaos with senseless violence right?”  

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With one of the jamming birds coming apart in a burst of yellow light and black soot, followed quickly by the explosion of its twin ion engines, Beth let out a whoop of joy. Even if it hadn’t been her target exactly…

 

And just like that she overshot the Sith starfighter she had been engaging and let a curse fly. Instinctively she knew that the starfighter would be on her tail and jammed her control yoke to the side flipping her over on her wing. Dropping her nose she bled her speed away with another roll as a hail of laserbolts cut through her starfighter. There were no shields to bleed away the edge of the emerald blasts, and they cut through the thin durasteel of her starighters fuselage with ease. 

 

The world went white for a moment, as a blast blew through the bottom of her cockpit and transited out through the transparisteel dome above her head. She screamed and blinked away the stars in her eyes as she pulled another evasive maneuver, wincing as her EV systems came online, as she jammed the air filter mask firmly in place with one hand. Her cockpit became very cold very quickly, but she would live. 

 

“Dimitri?”

 

A whistle informed her that the droid was at least still alive as she jammed down her rudder pedals and pushed forward her throttle to give her enough evasive velocity to clear the next strafing pass. She flipped the starfighter on its wing and spun the fighter around again, glimpsing the Sith Starfigher for a moment and squeezing her trigger. An emerald torpedo lanced out and detonated at the rear of the interceptor. Blowing its twin ion engines in different directions as the enemy starfighter came apart. 

 

It was survivable if the other pilot had immediate medical attention, but for now Beth needed to get to the carrier. A glance at her display told her that the fight was narrowly going for the alliance. And the fighterbombers were getting their payback on the Sith cruisers. 

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He seemed to consider the proposal for a moment, but he shook his head sadly, turning to face the woman.

 

"You and I both know that I cannot do that. To do so would be a failure to my followers, my troops, my comrades. If we tucked tail and ran every time an opponent questioned us, neither of our orders would last very long. I cannot speak for the outliers of my order any more than you can yours, but I can say that Hesperidium was not thrown into the jewel of the galaxy under the guise of peace and all that was right. The man who did so no longer lives- The Sith helped see to that fact. But what of Tobias Voss, who killed countless civilians on Dark Sun? What of Terra, the war criminal who serves amongst your rebels? What of the countless criminals and knaves that you shield because your interests align?"
 

His saber ignited, and he whipped it's end towards Leena, pointing his blade at her as the rain sizzled against the hot plasma. His face was deep in a scowl, his second saber hissing to life as he stood there. His emotions had taken hold- how dare she sit there and preach of peace and acceptance while her forces assault his own, her allies massacring thousands? While she willfully misinterpreted his words to suit her own gain? This was no debate, no discussion. This was a farce, an opportunity for her to preach why she was better and any who were not with her were villains.

 

"Draw your blade. I will not strike down an unarmed opponent." his voice was a snarl now- the time for talk was over. The only thing stopping him from cutting her down right now was his honor.

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