A Fish Out of Water

[Lira Dajenn]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Nemene stood in a small town on some undescribed world on the edge of Republic space, a few leagues away was a small bunker, one very similar to what Nemene and Evelynn usually used to torture innocents, Jedi mostly. Nemene had traveled here to maintain and resupply the facility, usually the Sirens would take care of this task, but this one time The Queen of Rattatak had decided to under take the task on her own.

For some strange reason she had found it rather relaxing so far.

The facility had been completely empty of course, and all of its main functions had been operating at near peek. The only thing she had done to it was replace a single lightbulb, something that surprisingly had made her feel rather accomplished, strange that. She frowned slightly as she walked through the small village, her hair tied up in a ponytail.

She wore her leather armor, the Ripper blaster on her back and her saber-staff on her hip.

Nemene wasn't expecting a fight, but in the outer rim anything could happen. Her eyes remained peeled open as she stepped through the dust and dirt of the tiny village. There was a frown on her face, something suddenly felt...off. The air was wrong, and a pressure pushed at the back of her head.

The force warned her of something, though she could not tell what.

The Queen continued to walk, a disgusting taste filling her mouth.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo curled his hand around the Lightsaber Pike at his hilt. His webbed, clawed fingers clutching it tight. He could sense it. Hasjo was regularly in the Outer Rim Territories, and would often seek out Sith. He was known as the Bounty Hunter of Sith within the Silver Jedi Order. Numerous times he had been defeated, facing more than one with at a time. Though numerous times he too had defeated Sith, and dragged them by squealing like children. The Council would decide their fate, not he. Hasjo did not kill unless absolutely necessary, and rarely was it necessary. His silver cloak draped over his shoulders gently dragged along the ground behind his black booted heels. He wore a light grey tunic and dark grey trousers. As was customary of a Jedi of the Silver Order. The Nautolan soaked in the surroundings before him with his immense, lidless eyes. Always unblinking. It nerved some people. He rounded a corner and saw that which had caught his mind. The Dark Side permeated from her very being. He stood there, waiting to see who would act first.

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[Lira Dajenn]

It was Nemene who moved first of course, she wasn't about to let a Jedi get the drop on her.

She could tell he was a Jedi, the aura of light, the flare of good around him. She could feel it, sense it. It was a strange thing, but to her he stuck out like a sore thumb, a sore thumb that needed to be removed. In an instant she reacted, from her back she drew the Ripper.

The blaster was in her palm in an instant and her finger wrapped around the trigger.

She squeezed it and the Ripper began to fire dozens of bolts. It wasn't the most accurate gun, but it was steady enough that most of the shots would find their way home to the Nautolon, if not the crowd of civilians around them. Either way Nemene was pleased, the Jedi had to be put down quickly, and with enough Blaster Fire even a Jedi couldn't reflect it all.
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

She reached for something. Hasjo's thumb slid down the shaft of the Lightsaber Pike, slipping over the ignition. He brought the Pike to heel before him, cerulean plasma bursting to life with a familiar hiss. She drew out a blaster and opened fire. Immediately he spun his blade in a technique he had mastered. Su. The Lightsaber Pike spun faster and faster in his hands, creating a form of deflector shield. The blaster fire repelling off it and zipping hazardously back towards her. The crowd withdrew with frights of terror. As the blade twirled between his fingers elegantly and in a fluid motion, the whine of the plasma was all that could be heard in the air. Drowning out even the sounds of the firing blaster. Hasjo was an expert swordsman, regarded as one of the best swordsman Knights in the Silver Order. He was an aspirant for Battlemaster and Weapons Expert. He knew his way around the lightsaber. He began to step back, away from her. Not down the street, no, he was pushing himself up against a pillar that held a small balcony up. With his back against the wall, he gently rested his right foot against the bole of the column. The blade continuing to spin in the technique known as Su.

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[Lira Dajenn]

She didn't seem to care about the reflected blaster bolts. A few times they whizzed inches away from her, smashing into the ground and singing the air. None of them ever hit her, mostly due to expert aiming and the way that the man deflect them.

It didn't matter for long however, as soon as the man activated his lighstaber Nemene drew her own, the Saber-staff snapping to life on one end in a bright orange haze.

Finally the Queen of Rattatak released the trigger on the Ripper, then in one smooth motion bounded forward.

She moved like a blur, her form dashing forward in almost an instant. The dust behind her kicked up slightly, and she reached the Jedi in almost the blink of an eye. She swept her lightsaber upwards, the one blade slicing upwards to meet with the spinning lightsaber.
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

It was exactly as Hasjo had intended. He wanted her to come to him. Not only was he known for his mastery of Su, the Nautolan had created his own technique. The ancient word was lost to many ears, but it translated to torpedo. It was a perfectly accurate name for the move itself. As she came towards him, he utilised his foot planted against the pillar to push himself off of it. Leaping through the air horizontally, the blade spinning before him, his entire body twirling with the Lightsaber Pike. An eviscerating torpedo of cerulean plasma. He shot towards her, as she too shot towards him.

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[Lira Dajenn]

Well, she had to give him point for creativity. Launching yourself at an opponent was a dangerous tactic. His attack was all encompassing, there was no way to stop him and she knew that quite well. However, when launching yourself at a person your feet left the ground, and generally when fighting a Force user letting your feet leave the ground is a bad idea, even when they were as weak as Nemene.

Before the Nautolan could reach her Nemene used her on enhanced speed to move. She whirled herself around, using the edge of her lightsaber to momentarily dig into the sand before her sending up a all of sparks.

Then her free hand came up.

A massive force push left her palm, strong enough to throw a Bantha, a small one anyway.
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[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo slammed against the Force, but utilised it to his advantage. He rode the wave of power, his body flying back, twirling. He came landing in a series of summersaults. He moved with sheer elegance and flexibility that it may make a Twi'lek dancer jealous. He moved towards her, launching an assault at her. A series of unrelenting attacks, one after the other. He utilised long, sweeping movements of the Lightsaber Pike. His body became a hurricane of martial prowess, performing feats of acrobatic ability that no vertebrae could achieve. With each successive attack, his velocity and power only increased. He was attempting to shatter any defence. Each movement was as unpredictable as the last. He released himself into the force, becoming closer to the edge as he moved with absolutely fluidity and enhanced perception.

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene battered away strike after strike, she moved with the same liquid movements as the fish man. With each strike of her lightsaber the smile on her face grew wider and wider. This was excellent, he knew how to work a blade, he knew how to bat and weave about, finally someone who wasn't a complete clutz.

The other side of her lightsaber ignited, and met with his own. Two long Staff like lightsabers struck against one another again and again. Nemene mirroring the man with each blow, but hers were softer, more controlled, more willing to move.

She was driven back, step by step.

Then finally she herself lashed out. As his lightsaber came down to smash her defenses Nemene moved not to block him, but to slide away from him. In one liquid movement Nemene escaped the reach of her lightsaber pike, crouching beneath it and rolling forward, raising to her feet behind him and moving to sweep his legs out from beneath him with a swift kick.
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

The fight had broken into a rhythmic dance between the two. Their lightsabers clashing harmoniously. The military man knew a respected opponent when he fought one, and he respected her deeply. With every clash of their blades, he advanced on her. Her efforts were controlled, soft and wiling. His were unpredictable, ferocious and relentless. It held a symbolic beauty. For it was often considered that the Sith were the relentless, and the Jedi the willing. Yet this duel seemed to display a different side to the two forces that collided so very often. She rolled out from his grasp and behind him, her foot quickly coming around to sweep him from around. He slammed against the ground with a heavily slap of meat. He brought his pike above him, ready to block himself from her. He then took in a deep breath, and roared. A tremendous, ear-shattering Force Bellow left his gullet as power surged through his lungs.

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