And The Horse You Flew In On....

[J-117]

Well... There goes another [non-ring-shaped orbital weapons platform]. 117 was getting pretty adept at destroying these things.

Of course, after setting a bomb, or a ship on a hyperspace collision course in this case, there wasn't much choice in escape routes once the station decided to blow. So 117 did as he must, and jumped clear of the space-station into the gravity well of the planet below.

His suit was very tough, and it's energy shields could technically allow him to survive atmospheric reentry, it was the landing that was the issue. Terminal velocity's a real pain in the neck. Luckily, he had a nice soft mountainside to re-direct himself off of as he plummeted through the stratosphere of this unidentified planet.

Skidding off the rocky slopes of aforementioned mountain, he reduced his speed significantly. So instead of crumbling to a fine dust when he hit the ground, 117 merely experienced severe rib fractures, a broken left arm, and a minor concussion.

He remembered the words of his old high school friend, Avery Johnson: "Crazy fool, why do you always jump?! One of these days you're gonna land on something as stubborn as you are!"

That hadn't happened yet, 117 thought. Until he noticed he seemed to have hit se poor fellow on the way down. He looked fine, albeit incredibly angry. It turned out to be none other than the nefarious [member="Enoch Zambrano"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Enoch looked down at the suited hulk of armor that lay at his feet. The fall it had taken had been truly spectacular to watch. One hand rested on Enoch's lightsaber hilt, and the other hung at his side. As he crouched down, he moved to roll the man over. "And who might you be...?" Enoch said, a tone of frustration in his voice. Here had been, enjoying a rather lovely walk, when this thing had nearly killed him.

The man's fingers moved to drift over the suit of armor. "If you're even alive. Shall we find out?" In a swift motion, his saber hilt appeared in his hand with a small spin. The orange blade blared to life, snap-hiss, and Enoch moved to begin cutting the man out of his armor. Whether he'd be allowed to, was another question all together.

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[J-117]

Apart from the broken bones, 117 seemed to have suffered a bit of internal bleeding... And more broken stuff of less relevance.... Either way, perhaps he was getting too old for the ol' 'atmospheric reentry' thing. Better not try that again.

His armor had also locked up. Which was to be expected after such a terribly rough landing. He couldn't even see out of his visor, because that fall had shut down all of his systems. ALL of them, including life support, so it was important he get them back on.

Luckily, all he had to do was ask. "Uh.. Continue with system resume... Please?" He kindly asked his suit, which he always thought was kind of weird.

"Of course," responded the pre-recorded female voice. "All systems, resuming."

117's visor once again was illuminated by the bright light of this planet's sun. Which was strangely orange in color...

Reacting to what was perceived as an immediate threat, he hastily crawled back. In a clumsy attempt to stand, 117 realized just how bad the damage from the fall was. Pain wracked his whole body as he came to his feet, with a tremendous amount of effort. He attempted to retrieve one of his blasters hanging on his hip, until he realized; it seems to not have survived reentry... Instead, he used his one good arm to remove the knife held in a compartment in his chest-piece.

"So.. Jedi, I assume." He tilted the short blade toward [member="Enoch Zambrano"], "pointing that thing at me was a bad *hng* idea."

And with that, 117 made the mistake of throwing his only weapon at the jedi.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

"Jedi? Disgusting." Enoch spit at the feet of the suited man. While he was clearly heavily armored, Enoch wasn't injured. A split second before the knife was thrown at him, the Zambrano felt a blaring siren bursting in his chest. Enoch gracefully stepped to the side, his lightsaber slashing through the air. It would cut through the knife, sending the two pieced rattling to the ground. Quickly, the Sith's calm demeanor turned to one of fury. The kark had been stupid enough to attack him. Enoch turned to face the man, slowly walking forward.

"This will be fun..." Enoch's blade danced about, aiming various strikes at the armor. At first, Enoch would test the armor, simply going in for small slashes, before he finally went after limbs and whatnot. Considering the man didn't have armor that would resist his lightsaber for longer than a few seconds, Enoch expected him to be constantly dodging and moving back.

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[J-117]

117 just realized that the crash seemed to have impaired his judgment. An overwhelming sense of Regret engulfed him as the Sith (which he now knew he was facing, not a jedi) began swinging his lightsaber. He ducked and weaved beneath and around a few swings, constantly losing ground each time until the saber finally tapped him on the left leg. The bar marking his energy shield's power reserves dropped three-quarters, he could take one more hit, but just barely.

Shortly after a few more dodges, the saber struck his shoulder. A small beeping alarm resounded in his helmet, and his shield bar blinked red. The saber tapped him one more time on his right arm, shearing a hole through his upper-arm's armor. Luckily, 117 managed to catch the Sith's forearm with his hand just before being cut in half with the deadly lasersword. Pain jolted through his body as several broken bones were rattled by the impact. Regardless, he maintained his grip, pulling the Sith forward as his other arm raised and it's corresponding hand curled into a fist.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

A pale hand shot forward, and streaks of blue lightning fired forwards towards the armored man. The air itself smelled burnt, with that distinct smell of sulfur and smoke. A rough yell came from Enoch's throat, and hey began to yank the hand that was help back towards his body. As the lightning moved to envelop Enoch's foe, he moved to twist his wrist so his lightsaber would swing in an attempt to cut off the arm holding onto his hand. Enoch would keep firing the lightning until his body wore down, or the man fell, and the man would most likely fall first.

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