Duel &nbsp; Galactic Kaggath Round 1: Darth Malum vs Gida Luroon

Gida Luroon · Jun 22, 2025

General Gida Luroon stepped into the area to roaring applause, for her opponent, it was a sobering moment; she knew she'd be an underdog, but she was under the impression that people loved an underdog story, this could only mean one thing, the crowd didn't see her as an oponent for him, just a speed bump.

Stepping out into the branch of the massive tree opposite her opponent, Gida balanced with a mix of acrobatic skill and the FrictionGrip on her boots. She held her handcannon in her left hand and her vibrosword in the right, on her belt was several stun grenades, reloads for her gun, an energy shield in case someone thought that could end things with a quick blaster shot, and a second short blade if the melee got too heated for her preferance.

Despite having not a drop of force sensitivity, she could imagine that she could feel her opponent, Darth Malum, from across the tree, so thick was the dark side in the air around him. Gida knew this was a fight she couldn't win fairly, feth, this was a fight she probably couldn't win at all, but her pride and honour were on the line so she'd at least go down swining, and hey, maybe he'd cream her so badly she'd win the black market prize for throwing the fight without needing to worry about wounding her armour.

"SO DARTH MALUM!" She projected her voice with a commander's set of lungs, the kind of voice that could cut through the din of a battle if comms ever went down, "WHO'D YOU HAVE TO BRIBE TO GET THE EASY FIRST ROUND WIN?"

Gida knew that she had to fight dirty, so even though Sith had strong control over their emotions, she might gain something by calling him out, implying some sort of cowardice, and that he paid to make sure he'd advance in the tournament might upset his focus. Even if there was no truth to the statement, nor any way for her to know if she'd accidentally been right or that the accusation was as false as she expected.

Readying for the fight, Gida held her blade out in a duelist's salute and her hand cannon down and to the side, prepared to snap up and shoot in any direction.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Jun 23, 2025

It had taken an extensive survey of the Tsis'Kaar files to uncover who the opponent that he had been bracketted against was. It had taken so long in fact that, he had almost given up, believing that the figure so unnotable that they had not been provided a file. Yet, as just as he was about to, he had uncovered just enough to realise...

...His initial evaluation did not seem to be entirely false, an attractive Twi'lek could arouse his attention at the best of times, but hardly politically. A general of Darth Morta hardly constituted great interest, especially when their allegiance and loyalty was not flexible enough to their own interests.

The file had long ago declared that the one known as Gida Luroon would have no use as an asset.

He supposed then, there would be hardly any loss if he dispatched such a figure... yet, Darth Morta had been one of the more supportive independent votes in the Assembly, even with their public sympathy towards the Kainite. He could not fault those who chased power in the midst of subservience...

...Could not fault them too much anyway.

Regardless, dispatching one of her loyal servants, hardly endeared him to the Twi'lek's mistress. To do it safely then... at least it would provide some challenge.

Such were the thoughts of Darth Malum of House Marr, as he stepped out from the shadows, to cheering, roaring crowds. Bedecked in his black armoured plate, encrusted with rubies that glimmered in the evening's light, at his side, sheathed but still felt, the beskar hilt of his Sith Sword itched to be unleashed on his foe, whatever foe that may be. Even as his masked head tilted in direction of the announcer.

The Heir to House Marr.

Te Veteran of Exegol.

The Lord from Beyond the Blackwall.

Wielder of the Soulsabre.

Leader of the Tsis'Kaar.

It was an intriguing list of titles and accomplishments. Even as the figure they were addressed to, Malum could not help but feel amused. Though perhaps that was only due to the relative... seemingly embarrassed riposte that his opponent's announcement was given. It really was quite unfair... but, he could say that about quite a many of the matchups thus far.

Almost as if they were by design...

They stood upon unwieldy foundations, yet, that would only make the first rounds, seeming to be as unbalanced as they were, at least the slight bit entertaining, gazing around his form, the droid above descending down a shield, as far to the horizon and by his periphery similar arenas were formed, tracked by a small horde of camera droids.

Of the arena itself, there was not much to say, flat, with nature seeming to perch through, indeed it was the branches of the great tree breaking the arena's grounds. He then, brought red eyes to consideration of his foe.

Only for their booming voice for barest moment break the monopoly of the crowd's.

Beneath the mask Malum could only smirk.

As his legs began their motion, from nothing increasing in speed from a walk, to a run, to a fully fledged sprint, all the way to a speed, buoyed by the Force that was beyond the means of human biology, as one hand gripped around the beskar pommel, and with a mighty hiss that seemed to resound the arena, the Sith steel was born to the cool outside of the sheath, as the tip protruded out to an even greater hiss as the red plasma extended even further out.

Launching himself into the air, the blade swung with all the force of momentum and muscle, before a second trick unveiled itself, the steel bursting into rankerous orange flames, the heat coalescing in the field between them, as they blade struck for what was seemingly a mortal blow, but in reality, duel strikes to cripple both weaapons the woman wielded.

Gida Luroon
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Darth Morta

Mauve · Jun 23, 2025

“That probe droid is getting awfully close to those two duelists.”

The droid swung low, carrying something that looked like a massive pontoon gun beneath it.

“WHAT’S THIS,” shrieked the announcer.

Chwwwump. Chwwwwump.

The probe droid’s device sprayed what looked like gravel all over the two duelists, the rocks littering the thick bough of the tree all around them.

“OH MY FORCE, THAT DROID JUST DUMPED PULVERIZED VOIDSTONE ALL OVER DARTH MALUM. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!”

There is now a fine layer of voidstone gravel covering the wroshyr branch, dampening force abilities of those around it.

Darth Malum of House Marr Gida Luroon

Gida Luroon · Jun 23, 2025

Gida readied herself to resist a force-empowered strike from Darth Malum by holstering her pistol and placing both hands on her blade's grip. At least the cortosis in her blade would resist the lightsaber edge projecting out of the blade he was swinging, and depending on whether the crystal in the weapon was one of those cortosis-resistant ones or not, maybe even give her an edge on the riposte.

Though she still wasn't exactly overburdened with confidence. Not until Gida saw what she originally assumed to be a camera droid dump a load of gravel on her opponent and the area around him mid-jump, and then commentators said what the drop was, Void Stone.

Gida herself didn't have the funds to pay for assistance like that, so it was either someone who wanted Darth Malum dead or embarrassed, or someone, most likely Darth Morta, wanting to give her a fighting chance. Well, she was going to milk this assistance for all it was worth.

Launching herself forward, keeping low to the massive tree branch they were duelling on, she slid underneath Darth Malum's leap, something that normally she would not have been able to do if it wasn't for the Void Stone temporarily making adjusting his trajectory with the force impossible.

As she slid underneath him, Gida slashed up at the back of his legs while switching to a one-handed grip, though she doubted the strike would connect, temporary interference with command of the force wouldn't interfere with his command of the blade. Her real objective was to keep him on his toes so she could grab a handful of the gravel before it could be kicked off the tree limb. Gida had to assume his priority would be to clear off the force-damping substance as quickly as possible, so she shoved as much as she could fit in her hand into a belt pouch. The obvious benefits being he no longer had the option to quickly snuff her out with the force, read and influence her mind, or predict her moves, other than via his experience as a bladesman.

"Be careful Lord Malum! When fighting someone you think beneath you we might drag you down to our level and beat you with experience!" She shouted, less of a taunt this time and more clearly psyching herself and the crowd up for a fight she now at least had the slightest chance of winning.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set
A handful of Void Stone gravel

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Jun 24, 2025

He had known that something organised as profane as a "Galactic Kaggath" ran by the newest brand of criminals that sought to infect their galaxy would hardly be an homourable affair.

What he had not expected was outright corruption.

Red eyes had noticed the oncoming droid, only moments later had he become altogether too aware what it had been carrying. When it felt as if his heart had stopped in his chest for barest moment, when it felt as if his very being was split in two only to be carelessly stiched back together... suffice it to say, he had enough experience with Force Dead, Ysalmari, and the Nether for a lifetime. Voidstones were only yet another trick those without blessing nor gift used to attempt to even odds.

And a particularly annoying one at that.

He snapped his eyes shut as his mind screamed, gritting down his teeth as a seering pain broke across the threshold, his body forced to adjust to the change of speed almost immediately, as he thrust whatever momentum was left to fling himself across the arena, the short bursts of what force sensitivity passed through the cracks of the stones a godsend, as the air whistled around his foot, the enemy drawing far too close, to drawing first blood.

He hissed, as he bit down upon ever harder, his feet cracking against the ground as he made landfall, skidding away, as he opened his red orbs.

Knowing they had been dulled.

As another figure took control, they keenly took stock of the situation, regarding the voidstones with a near disgust, gazing at the slide of hand employed by the Twi'lek with annoyance. An analysis, sorting itself quickly in Malum's mind. There was as always now, only one singular objective.

The Twi'lek had determined to be an obstacle.

He considered the words she threw at Malum... it was unlikely she had anything to do with what just occured...

...But she might know who did.

Dulled red eyes flicked to the beskar hilt in Malum's hand, the blade stung at the skin, a foreign presence hardly appreciated, as the red plasma still hissed, even as the flames had been long ago put out.

They would not need it presently. The thought passed as quickly, as the lightsabre hissed its deactivation, and the Sith Steel met its home within its sheath, held upon Malum's side, they flitted both hands across their wrists.

As between the fingers of the left, four tiny black balls were unveiled, and betwen the fingers of the right, four obsidian blades stood at the ready. They offered no riposte to the Twi'lek, indeed, it seemed silence to be the name of the game. As the balls were shot out of the fingers, exploding on impact as a black acrid smoke filled the air.

As the Shikkars burst through the darkness, attempting to skewer their opponent.

Gida Luroon · Jun 24, 2025

Gida steadied herself for the Sith Lord's rebuff to her attack, or riposte her words, only to see a thick black smoke quickly obscuring her vision of him and hear not a single word. Banter was no fun if the opponent just ignored it, still, she could hope that it was getting the crowd and judges. In reality, she only stood a chance at winning by decision, not by death, by knockout, or by yielding.

Turning side face to present a thinner target as she expected Darth Malum to come at her through the smoke, Gida instead felt an explosion of pain in her right arm as a short blade suddenly sprouted from her bicep.

"Feth." She swore under her breath.

Gida had let her opponent draw first blood by assuming he'd go for a melee attack again, at least the protective weave in her uniform meant that the blade hadn't sunk too deep. Well, she was going to have to play dirty to win; there was no point holding back.

"With hits like that, we might as well switch over to a rap battle, words might hurt more." Gida taunted, trying to annoy Malum and cover her next move.

Quickly, she grabbed a stun grenade and whipped it through the smoke, unsure if it would be any more than a quick distraction, she sheathed her sword and drew her pistol. Quickly sending a quartet of disrupter shots through the smoke, followed by a cluster round from the pistol's underslung Verpine launcher, Gida dropped to the tree's massive branch while still obscured.

Looking to take advantage of, hopefully, sending her diving for cover and a broken line of sight, she scrambled to climb underneath the thick tree limb. Hanging by the climbing equipment on her hands and feet, and hoping the deadzone in the force by the spray of void stone gravel was large enough that he couldn't track Gida by the smaller dead zone created by the stone in her pocket. She moved well beyond the smoke and hoped to pop up behind Darth Malum, sword in one hand, pistol in the other.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set
A handful of Void Stone gravel

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Jun 25, 2025

It was a marvel what was made possible when one's primary senses were silenced, the rest could not help but compensate. Blind to the vision granted by the third eye, their gaze was clearer, their nostrils keener, and their eardrums, despite blood pumping at ever resounding intervals, their hearing was at a crispness beyond what was mere moments ago possible.

All of which would be necessary as he advanced into the makeshift den of the beast.

The telltale melody of a blade striking true was enough for them to be certain of her position. Her wasting taunts only confirmation. He flicked his fingers into his side, bringing once more the small droplets of concealment, throwing them forth as one would a sphere, their explosions lit the air in a miasma of darkness, as the acrid smoke gave way to another chemical component.

The Dioxis rose in the air, as they breathed through the smoke, their mask filtering out the alchemical component, her mouth was so pleasant and lively... would it not be so good for her to choke? The stun grade whipped past them, another confirmation of her location, but she was blind, confirmation of that evident as as the disruptor volleys made attempt through the gas.

Yet, it was the verpine shots that had them cease their motion. Breaking through the air, the weapon whirled in intensity, Malum's form holding position in the midst of the voidstones, as dulled red eyes gazed through to where moments of ago they may not been anything more than a splotch on the background of the arena.

Troubling.

Yet, they had been brought here for singular purpose.

Like lightning beginning to formulate in the clouds, electricity baring itself for ready connection, the voidstones may have dulled, weakened one's connection...

...But it could not entirely cut it off. It was a Revanic effort, especially for one whose form so effortlessly twisted the Force at any other moment, sweat formed by Malum's forehead, as they grunted, biting down on their teeth, as the magnitude of the struggle weighed upon him like an anvil weighed upon a fleshy back. All the while, his feet kicked the ones closest to him, as almost the noose that tore at his neck weakened.

Until.

A resounding explosion of air filled the arena, the air gathering around them in a resounding crescendo of effort, before bursting forth, gathering all the voidstones in their riverine currents, swirling about them like tiny sharp knives that held within them the capability to weaken whole empires, and with a steady breath. He flung the voidstones outward, crashing out of the arena's bounds all the way out to the down below.

As Malum took fresh breath.

As the colour, the brilliant radiance returned to his orbs.

His ring glowed an ominous citrine gold, as even being blinded to the Twi'lek's presence in his unseen sight.

It mattered little if he burned it all to ash.

Out from him, his heart, his form, a great apex of flames erupted out of him, as if he, the black knight stood as sulphorous volcano, smoke belched out of him, a fiery orange flaring through and spreading across the pavillion, before the flames took an uptick in temperature, a near blinding white overwhelming across, as until finally, it settled onto a pale blue.

Darth Malum had not returned.

And he was not entertained.

Razmir Tezhyn · Jun 25, 2025

"Is that...another interference! Some of the camera droids are going right for Darth Malum and Gida!"

And indeed, a couple of the droids headed directly for them. They approached from on high, swooping down until they were a few dozen feet away, and then exploded. They didn't simply explode for the visual effect, they'd been loaded with a devious cargo, and a message that briefly appeared in firework.

"Gida and Malum had a kaggath
voidstone thrown a plenty
sky burst open, tumbling down
blood-poisoned macaroni"

The droid's payload was propelled toward the fighting pair, into the smoke and flames. An airburst of pasta full of devaronian blood-poison crystals. Shards just big enough that contact with skin would create excruciating pain in the victim.

Gida Luroon · Jun 27, 2025

Gida, as she got into position, no longer saw Darth Malum, instead, she saw only smoke. He'd clearly thrown down more of the little smoke bombs that he used before. Rather than wade in blindly and hoping for the best, Gida sheathed her blade again and moved away from the cloud of smoke towards the tree's massive trunk.

As she started to quickly try to climb around it to put some distance between her and her opponent. She felt a strong wind and several hard objects strike her back before she shimmied around the side of the trunk, peering around to see as wind wiped smoke and the loose Void Stone gravel to the corners of the arena.

Keeping in cover as fire erupted from Malum's position, Gida reloaded the Projectile Launcher on her HG-88 with the APFSDS rounds and drew a careful bead on the center of the conflagration that surrounded where Gida last saw him. She paused for a moment before sending four devastating rounds and a controlled spread designed to limit options for avoiding them, and hoped that since her intentions were hidden by the shroud of the Void Stones she still had in her pocket, his danger sense wouldn't be able to pick up her deadly intentions.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set
A handful of Void Stone gravel

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Jun 28, 2025

The lack of full throated screaming and screeching was the only indication that Malum had required to know that the Twi'Lek had not been burnt to a crisp by his flames. Disappointing, but not at all unexpected, despite the fact she had some kind of evident melee capability, she must have known in her heart of hearts, that she would only win here, if she exploited her range advantage.

To blind her then, had been the first tactic he had deployed, to close the distance would be the strategem that ended it all. Alas, as he heard the announcement over the air, feeling the hair on the back of his neck spike, the whizzing whirl of droid contraptions approaching rapidly, he knew that the organisers were not to make it any easier on him. The flames cut away, as he began to advance, his unseen sight remained spotty, as if it was... for lack of better words, drugged.

Yet, despite such weakness, he still saw.

And absence of form, was sometimes, rarely, the evidence of form he required. And if he coul just simply... pass by whatever the criminals had in store for him, the better.

Woe betide, it would never be that easy.

The mask provided some sight through the smoke, the air filtering through the dioxis, but one who was even half-blind would be cautious in their steps.

He was too slow.

The droids smashed into the ground in a scream of great fury, as mocking lullaby played across the air, and tiny, red gemstones, struck his form. At first, there was bewilderment, the lullaby meaning nothing, most of the gemstones striking his armour as harmlessly as water droplets fell as it rain.

...Then he felt it.

In joints between plate, his heart began to beat faster, as his eyes watered, a great bellow escaping him, as his mind in the midst of madness was able to register the ultimate truth. Devaronian Blood-Poison Crystals, at his wrist, at this waist, at his knees, at his neck, it was as if acid was being dripfed directly onto skin, but indeed, deeper than skin, into his very blood, travelling across his system.

His eyes watered as pure instinct took command.

The APFSDS rounds approached him blindly, the first landing harmlessly nearby, skidding along the ground where he once stood, the other three all appearing through the smoke as if wraiths through the fog, were all destined to far closer reach target. He screamed, a scream filled with his malice, hate, and agony, a scream that shook the very foundations of the arena in which they stood, a scream that defeaened the eardrums of far off spectators, as shockwaves erupted out of his mouth toward the kinetic rounds, stalling them in their tracks, as they harmlessly bounced off the ground.

And the shockwaves continued.

Toward the ammunition's master.

Yet, Malum beheld in himself no more mercy, as the ring by his finger took ahold of itself a most dangerous gleam, a citrine glow that was fueled by the power of a Force commanded, demanded, to follow the will, the order of a singular man. Out of his hand, as if the dragon's maw, belching out great smoke and flame, a firestorm that erupted only in the midsts of great wildfires, the fire that burned down whole empires was unleashed.

Its target?

A tree, splintering at the seems, as the fire cooked at its roots.

And bid it to fall right over, fall over the edge, and take with it the one who stood atop its branches.

Gida Luroon · Jun 28, 2025

Doing her best to hold on as the power of Malum's force-enhanced scream, powered by the odd noodles that some interloper had dropped on the fight, tried to rip her off the tree and send her flying. Gida would either be sent flying a lethal distance to the ground or a slightly less lethal distance into the audience. Maybe if that happened, she could land on a Hutt to break her fall.

Gida shouted, "You'll kill us all you karking idiot!"

Already, a large chunk of the tree had fallen, thanks to one of the other fights higher up, and if it had come down at a different angle, it could have taken out the section of the tree the two of them were fighting on. She held on to the trunk for dear life, the FrictionGrip bearly keeping her from falling to the base of the tree where the Vornskrs prowled. As soon as the scream's power started to fade, Gida started to climb up to the next branch. She needed off this tree and needed it now.

Pulling herself up onto the branch, Gida started running along it, dumping the unfired APFSDS rounds to tumble to the ground and slotting in Ion Rounds to replace them. Rather than turn to shoot at Malum, Gida aimed at the droid projecting the shield between her and the audience and dumped all six rounds into it. The shield flickering and failing, Gida ran to the end of the massive branch and launched herself into the stands. Members of the audience panicking and trying to get away, they knew if one duelist was standing amongst them, the other would soon follow, either in person or thier wrath.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set
A handful of Void Stone gravel

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Jun 28, 2025

Even through the coursing pain that travelled along his bloodstream, watching the panicked jolt spread over the Twi'lek was enough for the Sith Lord to smirk beneath the mask, beneath the pain. The Force provided for some relief from the scorching agony, all the while the amulet resting by his chest provided a focus to pull unto all his struggle, the breaths fast, pained, but steady through his lips, as the flames whistling out of his palm ceased.

Watching, with a restrained satisfaction, the panicked yelp out from the Twi'lek as she was in full retreat.

The tree lurched, the flames making of blackened ash and soot along its bark, its seems cracking as it struggled to hold the weight of all atop it, with its very foundations set ablaze. Yet, he cared little for that, the Vornskyrs below were no great threat, and his own presence down in the depths would hardly qualify as a defeat.

...Indeed, as he peered through the smoky haze, red eyes held only purchase for the annoying Twi'lek whom eluded him for such lengths. It seemed that she had long since forgotten who her opponent was, abandoning those rounds that had wished to strike him off the edge, and instead choosing her target as the droid that held up the blastshields.

The droid spluttered and whirled as the ion shots broke cut through its circuits, the shield flickering and fading, as the Twi'lek standing on increasingly wavering foundations, made her way along the edge of the branch at full speed. Eliciting at least a raised eyebrow, as he idly wondered if stepping outside of the arena grounds were grounds for disqualification.

It mattered little he supposed, he was always one to go for the full victory.

The crowd quickly dispersing as far away from the Twi'lek as possible, made it all the more assured, as he drew upon the Force as easily as one drew breath, out in front of him, tilting around their own axis, the darkness was made manifest, smoky ichors reshaping themselves in the air onto spears of pure hatred. The Darkshears formented themselves in six equal stacks, as with a parting glance.

They began to fly off to strike the one who had dared fled.

Gida Luroon · Sunday at 1:06 AM

Gida wasn't sure whether she should be pissed that the only thing that had actually hurt her opponent was something that had nothing to do with her, or smug that she was making him pull out all these stops to go after one competently trained, non force using officer. Of course, that thought was of little comfort as she gained her feet again after tumbling and rolling, so she didn't break a limb crashing into the cheap seats.

While she started to load some of the Hel-Class Bio-Slugs into her HG-88's projectile magazine and replaced the energy cell, Gida could see Darth Malum conducting some sort of force ritual inside the arena. She couldn't tell what he was doing, given Darkshear's spears are imperceptible, nor could she comprehend how the Void Stone in her pocket had saved her life as the shards of dark side energy vanished like fire thrown into a vacuum as they entered its protective radius. What it did succeed in doing, though, was get Gida's paranoia to spike as, rather than raining fire down on her opponent, she kept low and moved parallel to the arena's floor.

When nothing that she could perceive happened, Gida had to make a move of her own. She hoped that keeping low would keep her out of Malum's line of sight and that the sharp, bright panic coming off the audience in the section she'd jumped into would make it hard to see the small dark spot of the force's absence, at least long enough for her to line up a shot.

Pulling the trigger as rapidly as the gun's mechanism allowed, Gida sent the six self-guiding, force-dead, acid-dripping, living rounds screaming towards Darth Malum from just shy of their maximum range. As soon as the last round left the barrel, she was moving again to keep any retaliation that her opponent was preparing to throw at her from gathering too much power.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set
A handful of Void Stone gravel

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Sunday at 5:39 AM

He raised an eyebrow as his darkshears flickered and faded as they homed onto the fleeing stranger, it was as if the weight behind the spears had been entirely nullified, while the form of the spear itself... as if the darkness was sucked out of it. It confirmed an annoyance that had existed in the back of his mind, she had taken one of the voidstones into her possession.

And it seemed a particularly powerful piece, for it not only disrupted, but too... extinguished.

She disappeared into the stands soon after, joining with the many who were rapidly fleeing that particular section of the stands, it was smart, if cowardly, either she knew that he would not fire indiscriminately into a crowd of the innocent, or she was caring little of the lives of those who she put at risk.

Yet, she would have to reveal herself eventually. She seemed at the very least to believe she was still to fight, that she was not disqualified, and he was hardly certain if she was or not, there was little time to hail down the prospective 'teacher' as it were, and confirm as such. Thus, for now, he would fight.

He would win.

As his unseen sight scoured the stands, his third eye unleashed to gaze upon those who were fleeing, looking for any sign of the Twi'Lek, the invisible inky tendrils ensaring all those it touched, yet, unfelt by those who were not cursed with the power of the Force. He did find her.

Or at least, he found the absence of her.

His tendrils seeming to fade, be cut off, in a radius of... a hundred or so meters. It was further confirmation that she beheld herself one of the stones. But a radius of hundred meters narrowed the search greatly, especially at such a distance where a hundred meters may as well have been nothing, red eyes behind the mask, gazed at where she should be, awaiting what else she would throw at him, before he struck back. Already his mind revolving in ideas for how to end this.

And she did not disappoint.

Ducking her head up for barest moment, the sound of six shots resounded the arena, as all six of them took similar if still different arcs in their motion towards him, shells that were homing, yet, as he felt their approach, there was something... alive about them, yet, in equal measure... something entirely dead.

A cold sensation that had his hair standing up straight, and a beat of sweat form by his brow, those were no normal rounds... the barest hint of curiosity whirled within abject unease. As every instinct told him to move out of the way of the bullets rapidly approaching, but, something within him, something innate, primeveal, knowing it was futile.

He raised his hand, the golden gauntlet embalmed with lapis lazuli flickered into life, a wall of energy forming between him, and around his form, as with the other hand snapping into his armour to find more smoke, struck the ground, as a great plume of black smoke covered his position. The homing rounds hit true, and their horror unleashed, as within them, worms... worms that were entirely untouched by the Force scurried out, deepest desperation to carve themselves into his form, past his armour, past his clothing, past even his skin. They were... as appropriate, alien in physiology, monstrous in make, as he gazed upon them, attempting to break his shield, before he pushed outwards, allowing them to fall off the great tree.

...That had been unexpected.

Yet, he had tricks of his own.

Out of the smoke, flew ravens of darkest night, their wings fluttering against the wind and air of the arena, as their eyes shined the red of their master, their most intriguing trait? Carried in their talons, grenades, fragmentation, explosive, incendiary, even chemical, swooping up in the air, the Sith Familiars, held the same vision as their master, zeroing in on the hundred meter radius, aided as the Twi'Lek had begun to move. Their avian eyes, soaring higher, and higher, seeing the vision down below as nothing more than a chain to be broken.

And entirely willing to sacrifice everything for their master's victory.

As they swooped down, having found their target, terminal velocity found for both their black feathers, and the objectives they carried.

For when they began to flicker and fade, taken by the Voidstone's affects.

What they carried continued their travelling arc, destined to strike the position of the Twi'Lek.

Gida Luroon · Sunday at 8:32 PM

Gida had to be surprised that Darth Malum still had more tricks to pull out, considering every piece of equipment every contestant brought in was automatically added to the prize pool. This was why, despite having access to some more specialized and powerful equipment, Gida had only brought some pretty basic gear that she had no issues losing.

As Gida started to hand-load a mix of Ion, Incendiary, and RB-02 Rounds, six total, cycling twice. Or at least that's what she intended. What instead happened was that she got the first three rounds loaded before an explosion knocked her off her feet, and the shield she was wearing flared as it tried to stop a barrage of fragmentation shrapnel. It failed, the shrapnel passing right through, being only slowed somewhat since the shield was mainly protection against energy-based attacks. Thankfully, her uniform had some protection against this kind of attack, but only enough to degrade the frag grenade's attack from limb-shredding to debilitatingly painful. Gida guessed that she'd need a medic to pick out shrapnel and a couple of hours in a bacta cast, assuming there wasn't something vital hit and she just didn't realize it yet.

Low crawling to keep some cover behind some of the tiered seating, Gida started to shoot disruptor rounds at the bird-like things that were looking to get a good angle on her. She only paused for a moment to shoot the three projectile rounds she managed to load at Malum, Ion, Incendiary, and RB-02. One to break his shield and two to inflict debilitating pain, and hopefully get him to lose concentration on whatever force power he was using to summon these things.

Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Standard length)
Hâsk-type Vibrosword (Shoto length)
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon
Stun Grenades
Kainate Officer Uniform
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Climbing Boot and Glove Set
A handful of Void Stone gravel

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Darth Malum of House Marr · Monday at 6:36 AM

If there was a quality necessary to rule the entire galaxy, one might have said pride, the pride of self-governance. He would have countered easily enough, no, it was the will to destroy, to destroy oneself in the pursuit of victory. One could not grasp the sweet nectar of triumph if they did not have within them the courage, the ability, to risk all one held most dear in their pursuit.

One could never conquer if they tied one hand behind their back. If they were unwilling to lose it all.

That was the difference between him and the Twi'lek, he smirked beneath the mask as the first of his ravens fell on his target, seeing through Corvus' red eyes, before the voidstone had it dissipate, the fragmentation grenade striking the earth before exploding with a force that had the Twi'lek flying, the shrapnel tearing through skin and embedding themselves in flesh.

She could only take so much.

It was Cornix, Cornicula, and Cuccurio who made the next pass, held by their talons the grenades that held within an explosive, incendiary, and chemical purpose respectively, each one of them flying overhead to make for a better, decisive angle over the general. Only for the disruptor rounds to answer their caws, it may have not been designed for anti-air capability, but a direct hit promised demise all the same. Raven black feathers fluttered over the air, as they took evasive action, taking their dives, the air sweeping past them as they flapped their wings in evermore energetic bursts.

Cornix would be unlucky, cawing in faux pain, as the disruptor struck its body, the explosive grenade landing still nearby, a great explosion filling the stands in orange miasma, yet, still, Cornicula and Cuccurio, emboldened by the loss of their siblings flew still, even fading as they approached the voidstone's perimeter, they let their cargo fly.

And red eyes spotted the target beginning to fire at their master.

Malum's red eyes stood resting at where he knew she was attempting to hide, as the three shots resounded through the air in quick succession. He felt them traverse the air, their waves fluctuating across each precipice of breath. For all that she had wielded before, this was remarkably... tame, that which he could touch beyond his hands.

His gauntlets slung down, the shield dissipating, as he raised the other hand.

The Force pulsed, a dangerous pulse that echoed along the air, as the bullets rapidly begin to deecelerate, hung in the air, flaccid and unable to press further. Their forms, puppets for him to play with, their target? Already known. Swinging his hands back, believing these were far more than simply kinetically based rounds.

He flung them towards his opponent with a speed that was a mere shadow of a blaster, but still would pack a punch.