A Bane of Star Crossed Lovers (Orphen Vs Gav)

[Orphen]

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"I'd lost myself in the Abyss of some-one else's Tyranny... Again." - Cassandra Giovanni.​

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Orphen had been lost in the ever deepening caverns of his work for some time of late, he had been holed up in a public droid facility owned by his master, attempting to create the ultimate combat droid under her careful and stalwart gaze. In the last few weeks Orphen had been working with some of the grandest minds Aurora industries had to muster in the creation of the Droid's engine, engineered from star-ship hyper-matter engines, it alone would be required to power the machine due to the weaponry they had intended to assemble with the automaton. Though, there had been a pain beating in tandem with the rhythm of the young Jedi's heart, a love that he hadn't seen in some time... something wasn't right about her absence. She hadn't said word, and there had been no mention of her on holonet. The young Epicanthix had highly doubted that he and Kitty were over, but, as the days grew on, he could only picture the mysterious figure of her father Darth Ferus looming over her fragile frame...

The Ache would not desist.

The Fear Embedded....​

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...The Anxiety ingrained in his mind.​

The halls were calming down, the machinery and experimental technology was powering down as the hours of the day went on, Orphen was alert, but focused on his work, the facility was within a small town where it provided a lot of work for the people and the community. The Jedi wore his usual raiment, looking more like a mercenary than a Jedi knight. He wore his basic scientific data visor and a long red coat, six Pyraemon discs on the interior up his spine. Cross belted holsters hung on his hips with a light ray shield as a buckle, each of them holding a single holster for his Valor pistols, while his S-5's were strapped to the outside of his thighs. His unique light-sabers, which looked more like sword hilts, lay behind him on the small of his back. Not to mention the DCD on his arm, lending him the aid of Alpha for his scientific purposes. Icons of the rest of his equipment he had made like the Leo, the Erebus Platform and his Aethim gauntlet were scattered around his work-space.

The Jedi wasn't prepared for a fight, but, he wasn't unarmed... a Jedi always had to be ready... to some extent. Though the workings were therapeutic and meditative.

he could never have known the darkness which was coming towards him from the shadows...

What would come next...

would be hell...

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Orphen"]

the stench of metal and oil made Gavrriks nauseous. She hated machines, she hated technology, and she most certainly hated those who decided Gav was the most suitable for the job. Someone who wasn't great socially around people, and didn't even use guns. Maybe this wall all a bad joke. But judging by the scent of her target, the force practically radiated off the chap. Just like every other jedi she'd been sent out to kill. Most of her contracts had been in more desolated areas, such as tatooine or jungle planets. This one- tracking someone by the name of Orphen, was the first time she had to dodge security and maneuver her way through a building.

Gavrrik crouched on the high metal beams above Orphen's workspace, away from the prying eyes of surveillance cameras. It wasn't like they were going to be much trouble, for which she'd deactivated them on her way in. A quite dismantling. She may not know much about tech, but she certainly knew what to burn.

Compared to Orphen, Gav was armed to the teeth. a knives vest, knuckle spikes, two mean looking grieakian beserks, daggers, a bow an arrow hoster, and a lightsaber hanging off her belt. Underneath her sleeves were her novice hidden daggers. They were new to her, but she'd managed to learn one or two things. Ferus had yet to show her how to use them..

Gav was nothing more than a mere shadow, dressed in black, and barely covering her force aura. It was enough to fool the padawan. She didn't expect it to fool a jedi master..

 

[Orphen]

Orphen didn't hear her enter, he was focused on other things, his mind racing about the distractions which rung aloud within the recesses of his consiousness were deafening him to the outside world, his meditation, his work, was the only thing that was holding him together. Like stitches of the psyche. He didn't see or sense her presence, Gav was crafty, quiet, moving away from sight and any alarm which would have noted the Jedi's attention, and her ability to hide herself within the force, made her impossible for the Boy's lack of sensory training to even sense a lick of... but... there was something on her person which was exempt from that rule. Her camouflage was almost perfect, but Orphen was working, his mind had stretched out to the room around him and the things he was working with, so, when a foreign machine entered the radius of his control, he picked up on it instantly. His mind registered it subconsciously and his mental condition, where a normal person would have ignored the data as it came to pass, it was bought, pulled, to the fore-front of his mind.

It was at that point he became curous, actively paying it attention, he knew what this machine was, the complex triggers, the power cell, the magnatic coils and the shell which sheathed it...

It was a light-saber.​

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Which meant one of two things, either there was his master overlooking him from the rafters, looking down on him and observing his work, wearing a new light-saber that he had not seen on her before, or, there was someone who had entered the building after hours, and behind closed doors, the secretary or another of the workers had not accompanied the person in, and getting to the rafters was a rather specific and odd location for a person. Fear, was the next thing that Orphen began to feel, not quite knowing how to react, he hesitated for a moment and continued to pretend to do his work. He had to keep up appearances. The Jedi trying desperately not to give himself away as he moved to one of his data-pads normally. His fingers moving like fire as he attempted to hold back his nerves, calling for the security team to evacuate whatever rest of the building there was and to keep everyone safe until he told them otherwise... But most importantly.

To send in 'no-one'​

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It was only here that the Jedi placed the Datapad down to the ground, and chose to look up at the rafters, the visor on his eye taking on her thermal signature, and also the ambiant heat transferrence between her and the oxygen in the air around her due to her own personal body heat. Not to mention the breaking of the air around her as she moved, breathed, and acted upon the world in general... It was now, that he saw her as bright as day.

"I know you're up there... who are you? And what are you doing here?"​

Orphen had no idea that he was inviting an Assassin of the Sith to reveal themselves... and that he just might be inviting the demon in.

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

Being called out by her target made Gav feel rather sloppy. However, Gavrriks should have expected [member="Orphen"] to have outlandish gadgets. Well, they were weird to her at least. No point to hanging around in the shadows, Gavrriks dropped down from her perch. For a normal person, one would have broken both of there legs. But with the force, Gav was able to soften her fall and land silently. Not even the heels of her boots clicked. Now that she was revealed, Gavrrik's optical war paint was visible, revealing a corroding red tint.

As Orphen demanded answers, Gavrriks said nothing. She wanted Orphen to piece things together by himself, and keep him guessing. Gavrriks never spoke on the job anyways. It was frowned upon by her morals, and Darth Ferus- her master.

Gavrriks stood her distance, ranging from less than ten meters away from Orphen

 

[Orphen]

Orphen stood there looking at the mysterious stranger who had dropped down from the rafters, He had tried to sense her intentions, though his blatant failure at the core sensory skills of the jedi was something which was noted by every master he had ever had. Each of them hiding in the back of their mind that his inability to mentally side himself with the light or the darkside truly made him incapable of distinguishing them unless there was a direct and meaningful aura of open malice pulsating from an individual. He didn't get that from this person, however that only proved that this person was hiding their intentions... Orphen kept his guard up, but he didn't move for any weapons, keeping an eye on the lightsaber just in case of any sudden movements... It was highly unlikely that she was one of Taeli Raaf's apprentices, though he knew that his master had Sith contacts out there in the grand wide world, it had been evidednt from the beginning that she had used to be a sith, it was common knowledge amongst the Jedi... yet Orphen had not heard of any apprentices which matched Gav's description...

"So, what are you doing here? Are you looking for Taeli? She's not in at the moment... She was here a couple days ago but I don't see her that often any more... she checks in and looks at my work, but, its been less and less over the last couple of weeks... yet again I've been left to my own devices..."

Orphen sighed somewhat sadly,

"Kinda sucks really, that's two masters now... Makes ya think..."

Orphen shrugged and moved back to his work, no longer particularly interested in the moral allignment of the visitor, his over-active mind gone once again into overdrive on other topics, proving that his attention span was smaller than that of a pre-teen child. Looking to his work and thumbing through some of the plans and schematics of the ARCHON unit he was trying to build, he had walled a little on how he was going to integrate some of the systems and he could not quite figure out the formula and command scripts that were going to resolve the problem... Then he realized that there was another person in the room he was able to consult. Sadly, she didn't seem the kind who was able to help in the vain of complex mechanical engineering... but... maybe she didn't have to be... the problem was anatomical...

"Say, you look like you know about nature type things, when a large creature, bi-pedal, runs... what stops the strength of each of its running steps from breaking its own bones? Is it just strong bones or 'how' they run? If it's the later... how do they do it?"

The Jedi watched and looked on hoping for the intruder to reveal some kind of knowledge that he had not previously known. Her somewhat, wild and pseudo native look betrayed [member="Gav Arwell"] ...

No doubt the newly placed trust and the lack of caring about her presence there was something that could very well catch her off guard. But to think Orphen had forgotten about the potential danger she posed would be a mistake... as on the contrary, Orphen, subsequent to her appearance had taken a mental photograph of the room around them as well as the machines he had in his possession... Things were looking his way, as he had her severely out-gunned should conflict arise.

He just was not interested in it,

Diffusing the situation with conversation seemed to be the best avoidance.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

OOC NOTE

Spoiler

So, When it comes to force stuff. I'm a bit iffy on thing. If what I'm doing in this post is overrated, just let me know. At this point things like there were very simple, but required concentration.

Honestly, Gavrriks hoped that [member="Orphen"] would have hinted that he was kinda in trouble. While she'd been securing the area, she'd inspected some of the robot line ups. They were a kind of machine that Gavrriks could dispatch easily. Very similar to the novice training prisoners back home. All armored up for the clan's use. Using the force diligently, Gavrriks focused on one of her knifes on her belt, letting it's blade slip from it's holster with no sound. The blade merely hung around in the air, drifting to the floor and dashing near Orphen's general direction. Since Orphen was facing in his workplace's direction, The padawan wouldn't be able to see what she was up to. If Orphen was to merely distract her, he would be dispatched when he least expected it. She just had to keep him busy. However, that wouldn't require talking about science stuff.

After Orphen looked to her and required awnsers, The Sith Acolyte didn't respond. Gavrriks silently walked to the left, walking to one of the nearby tables. She was still looking at Orphen, for which the knife changed paths underneath the tables. Placing her right hand on the table's surface, Gav leaned against it. However, she had her guard still up.

"I normally don't integrate myself into useless conversations. Especially with my clients' targets'." Gavrriks said, her voice coated with a thick accent. "I'm surprised you haven't called anyone in. Normally those like yourself come to their senses by now."

Meanwhile, the knife floating about made it underneath Orphen's worktable. It then slithered upwards and near the upper belly of the table. The knife hung around, then silently made its attack. The dagger would shoot out from underneath the table, aiming to stab Orphen in the stomach. If Orphen managed to dodge the dagger, Gavrriks would already be armed with her lightsaber, the yellow beam extending from her hilt.

 

[Orphen]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WcQ0Vll4Lo​

Clients' Targets...

That was the only word Orphen needed to react in the way that he did, there was no other way his mind could compute that phrase to work in the scenario they were in, and having worked for the Exchange for some time he was used to the lingo of a hit. Looking at the person however he was caught off guard by the dagger which whipped up from under the table, flinching backward he took a deep score to the side of his gut, scoring nothing lethal but creating a wound which was definitely going to need stitches. Looking to the sith as she drew her light-saber Orphen would roll over the table and outstretch his hand in the same way a Jedi would perform a force push. With the amount of practice he had with Mechu Deru, light-sabers and blasters were the two most trivial targets of his power over machines.

The phantasmal power that Orphen commanded through his talent on the force would have a devastating Effect on her light-saber which would likely be visually instantaneous, as each of the individual parts which constructed the shaft as well as the interconnected and slotted together hardware and machinery would seemingly crumble in her hand. The weapon disassembling it into its core compartments, as no light-saber was really welded together, as they needed to be up-kept and repaired on occasion.

"You know... you don't have to do this... killing is not your calling, you should be fighting for the preservation of life, not the end of it...!"

Orphen yelled, the thought of saying he didn't want to hurt the sith fighter had occured to him, but, that would have been a lie on the grandest of stages. Contrarily, rage and hate was welling up within the Jedi, he was only just barely holding his rage in, fighting back to gain control of himself. Orphen didn't want to fight back because he felt like he might kill her, and with her light-saber very likely out of commission, there would be little to protect her from the oncoming storm. On the other side of the bench Orphen would reach to the two holsters at his hips and draw on his opponent, fingers coiling around the hilts of his two Valor particle pistols and raising them to point at the Sith's chest.

"This, is your one chance!!!"

Orphen pulled down on each of the triggers, but the weapons did not fire, instead, they charged, gathered power and began to light up with orange light as the proton reactors within the guns split the small matter, dividing the smallest of sub-atomic forces into nothing but energy and a second proton, creating an excess of charged particle ammunition.

"Take it, or I make this hell for you."

[member="Gav Arwell"]