Duel Galactic Kaggath Round 2: Delsin Shaw vs Fenn Stag

[Razmir Tezhyn]

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Delsin Shaw vs Fenn Stag​

Molten rock covered the arena floor, churning under the pressure of its own heat. The dying corpse of the Wroyshr tree lit up with flame, descending steadily as its base burned away. Great branches broke away and were quickly consumed by the lava. As it devoured the last remnants of the first round’s environment, the second round’s stage took shape.

Platforms were scattered throughout the arena. They ranged from small ones which could barely hold one person to larger ones that evoked small duelling rings. Dozens of them floated at various heights, their machinery shielded against the heat from below.

Together, they formed the battleground for this round: a precarious battle above all-consuming lava with limited space to stand on.

Those who fell would be incinerated by the lava and forgotten in a tomb of molten rock.

The announcer’s voice cut through the excited chatter of the crowds as the combatants were ferried into the arena on small, floating platforms: “In remembrance of the Battle of Mustafar, fought by the First Order and the Galactic Alliance many decades ago, we present to you the second battlefield of the Kaggath!”

“And WELCOME to the SECOND ROUND of the FIRST GALACTIC KAGGATH TOURNAMENT.”

“Fighting for your viewing pleasure: representing the Mandalorian Empire, he is the terror from beyond, DELSIIIIIN SHAAAW!”

“And facing off against him: a Mandalorian warrior of few words but great deeds, he is the Wolf of Mandalore, FENN STAAAG!”

“MAY THE STRONGER MANDALORIAN PREVAIL!”​

 

[Mauve]

A droid swooped in low over the crowd, hummed along the surface of the lava, then whisked over Delsin Shaw and his platform. An object detached from the bottom and clattered in front of him.

"What's this?!" cried the announcer, "A gift for our challenger already? Well that looks like a PERSONAL SHIELD GENERATOR!"

 

[Fenn Stag]

HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO
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Preliat's armor fit him more and more every day.

He was infact, an exact perfect copy of Preliat. Minus the wear and tear-

And perhaps getting to the point of being just as lethal.

He stared hatefully, his helmet removed, cusped under his left arm, in his right, the spear taken from the foe, Hakon Fett . He took a deep breath, inhaling the foul, rotting, burning air. His body seemed fine- the stint in the bacta tank did wonders for him. His armor was polished, repaired, and his gear impeccably put together. He stared hatefully from across the way at Delsin Shaw .

"The false Mandalore has selected you. How fitting it is for him to do so."

His hand, practiced, mechanical but all-too deadly, placed his father's helmet atop his head. He tapped the spear on the ground, sparking the platform beneath him. He turned his head- a momentary glance, and Preliat was there again. Tall as he was, but sharing the armor.

While not explicit- Delsin, for a moment, could feel another presence around Fenn. As if seeing double in the force, for just a moment

"Such disgrace that they chose a Sith to represent them."

He stood, dead silent, breathing deeply through the filtered air of his helmet. His HUD came online, feeding him data. But between the two warriors- he didn't need it. There was just the two of them. There was no crowd. There was no spectacle. There were no cameras.

Two warriors. Nothing more.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

EQUIPMENT: Armor | Knife | Energy Sword | Pulse Blaster | Sonic Blaster | RIDS | Grenade |
TAGS: Fenn Stag | Razmir Tezhyn | Mauve

The new scenery of the location. The half-trimmed tree had been consumed by flame and lava. Charring everything that it may have once stood for. The burning left a stench very familiar to myself. The burning of worlds tends to do that to one's senses. Knowing what bodies, creatures, buildings, and flora smelled like when it was being turned to ash by way of burning and destruction. This was no different. Only now the sounds of the crowd and the announcer as my name was called once more. My white hair stark and matched that of the armor I wore.

Knowing I was going up against another Mandalorian, at least one who proclaimed to be, I wouldn't be showing up without a shirt in this fight. I carried my gear in with me. Helmet held in both hands as this "Wolf" was called into the fight as well. Even before the calling of the fight to begin, I could feel something strange with him. Normally, people had a presence that was unique to them. However, this felt different. It was very quick to understand to some degree that the force was warped around this individual. In what way, I was not quite sure. That would be something for me to figure out in our fight.

Fenn spoke first. Proclaiming a False Mandalore, and that I as a Sith deserved no right to be honored among their kindred. I fully expected this. Even more so with his earlier mention of "What Mandalorian?" It was not lost on me that there were many Mandalorians who were beholden to a more traditional value, or to the older ways and ideals. Even some who would seek to reduce or even expunge the force from people as it was seen to be a Curse or heretical in nature. This Stag-Wolf may be one of them.

I did not care.

Something fell in front of me. Some kind of item. Looking at it, it was a shield of some kind. Personal energy based. I retrieved it and placed it onto my belt. Looking back to the Mandalorian before speaking.

"Then do something about it puppy."

My hands brought my helmet to my head. The familiar click and his of the seal being put in place. I drew the Pulse blaster from my left hip, Drawing the weapon up, and just simply aiming it to him. Bringing the crosshair center mass. Squeezing the trigger and letting loose two rounds towards him. Using that as an opening, Leaning down, and crouching, the Jetpack came online. Propelling me to cross the distance over the Lava, and towards his position.

 

[Fenn Stag]

SPEARHEAD

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Fenn did not speak in reply. There was only the cold shift of himself into his focus. The action of drawing the weapon was not unnoticed, his HUD alerting him of the danger just milliseconds after his eyes saw it, perceived it. The angling of the elbow, the drawing of the pistol. Fenn in reply- activated his jetpack, the bolts scouring underneath him, impacting the wall far beyond him. He gripped the spear with his right hand alone- and went to meet Delsin in the air.

He didn't thrust the spear, he didn't arc it, slash it. He knew that he was behind on the draw, so the spear was not going towards him- rather where he was going. Delsin's form came flying towards the Beskar spear- in a straight line, more or less.

Fenn's hate was deep, honest, real, and recent. The Sith had ruined Mandalore. Burned it. Slaughtered their people. Aether Verd disgraced himself. He did not lead the clans. He did not claim the title from the current Mandalore. He sponsored the enemy of their people. The ones that stripped Mandalore of her beauty. The ones that burned their children alive. Enslaved their people. Sold them. Transformed them. Turned their sacred Beskar into weapons.

The Sith had no place at the table of Mandalore. The Empire, so called, held no weight in the eyes of Fenn and many of the clans and Alors. No council elected the Mandalore, no claim of strength, nothing.

And to enact a Sith as a representative of their Empire?

Fenn's disgust, hatred, perhaps, rightly, was justified.

Around Fenn, there was a focus, again, like two

He offered no retort. He was no Jedi.

Acta non verba.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

EQUIPMENT: Armor | Knife | Energy Sword | Pulse Blaster | Sonic Blaster | RIDS | Grenade |
TAGS: Fenn Stag | Razmir Tezhyn | Mauve

No response? No retort? He locked in. It was clear by the body language he projected. Just activating his own jetpack to come directly into one another. Holding his spear in such a way that should this game of Chicken not end with one of us diverting, I'd be struck. My left hand quickly turned on the personal energy shielding. Shutting off the jetpack and letting my weight drop. The momentum of my body impacted with the ground. Skipping across the lava as Fenn would pass right over me.

The Personal energy shield would take the brunt of the high temperature and the impact force somewhat, but I still had hit the lava. And lava is not water. One doesn't actually sink into it. Acting more like just liquefied rock and stone. A quick twist as I was sliding to a stop to turn and face Fenn as he passed over head. My hand reached out. Commanding the lava just ahead of him to rise up into a wall. My left hand didn't wait. Sending another two bolts of the Pulse Blaster aimed to take out the Jetpack on his back.

Even if I should hit or miss, I could hear the beeping in my helmet of the temperature getting too hot. The shield was losing power quickly. A quick activation of the Jetpack on my own back to send me up into the sky where I could shut off the energy shielding to conserve whatever power was on it. Maybe get some of it back later should I need it.

"Olaror bat Rekr. Nayc sarutanr yirhaou olyaor gatle Ka'nuturiad? Biai gra'ave cuyir gar tomad na ibac a Darjetii cuyir olyaor sruhtasa asas a Mando?"

I tried to get him mad. Even infusing my words with the force itself. Even speaking the Mando'a Tongue to see if that would get just a little more out of me being a "disgrace." Trying to get a rise of this Wolf. See if this little aberration of the Force he carried was him just powered by it, or if it was something more.

 

[Mauve]

My left hand quickly turned on the personal energy shielding.

Several moments passed with the personal energy shield working as advertised, then suddenly the device detonated against Delsin Shaw , releasing a blast of trihexalon at the most point-blank of point-blank ranges. Small as it was, the blast was capable of causing complete biomass conversation to a victim. Minor contact with the substance might only cause a portion of the body to ooze away, tissue sloughing off as matter decomposed at alarming rates before the victim's very eyes.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, someone very much wants Delsin Shaw dead.

Fenn Stag

 

[Fenn Stag]

Quiet, even in times such as these.
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The wall of lava, he heard before he saw it. The rush of air upwards, pockets of hot air beneath the surface blasting upwards. He pulled his leg to his chest, his jetpack stopping him mid air with a reverse of thrust. However-

The shots found purchase in his jetpack, and sure enough, sent him cascading into the platform, another tool gone. He fell to the platform, landing with a heavy thud, though tucking and rolling no worse for the wear.

He heard the explosion- and more importantly, saw the flash with his 360 view HUD in his helmet. He turned his head, watching the explosion and the... poison. He saw it, and could even smell it in the air through the filters. He was far outside the danger area, but he was still close enough to Delsin. The pair were on the platform now, roughly fifteen meters apart.

He paced for a moment, assessing the damage that the trick someone had pulled would do to Delsin. Delsin's trickery fell on deaf ears- his blood unaffected by his attempt, but even then- his willpower put up a wall for an immediate retort. Fenn balanced the spear in his hands, before tapping the heavier end on the ground, taking in a deep breath while he dealt with the bioweapon.

He did not give his reply in Mando'a.

Someone, something moved behind Delsin for a moment, assessing. Or perhaps there was someone watching his back.

"You are not a Mandalorian. Your sponsors turned their backs on our traditions, our ways. And you-" He tilted his head. He spoke with contempt, hate, but flatly. Calmly. As if he was stating facts, not opinions. Simple truths. He did not approach.

"Are the enemy. The Sith have killed thousands of my people over the years. Among other unspeakable atrocities. To sponsor a Sith, to welcome a Sith, to break bread with them as the false Mandalore has-" A pause, careful thoughts into his next words. As if to explain himself. A hint of respect, maybe?

"It only serves to further the truth. The Mandalorian Empire is no better than the last, if not worse with it's wanton acceptance of your kind."

Fenn dropped to a crouch, laying the spear across his knees. He waited. He wanted the Sith to recover, to suffer through the pain of the bioweapon. He would not fight him while he was writhing in pain. The Sith had made his choices- and someone had come around to return the favor. If Fenn had to guess, a wookie. Fenn said no more, patiently waiting. Giving Delsin a chance, to be on equal terms.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

EQUIPMENT: Armor | Knife | Energy Sword | Pulse Blaster | Sonic Blaster | RIDS | Grenade |
TAGS: Fenn Stag | Razmir Tezhyn | Mauve

Screaming in the back of my head. The small wine of the shield generator on my belt. Everything told me something was going really wrong. Of all the things to cause this so close when the current threat was not even facing me at the moment, I knew what it was. My hands reaching fast down to my side. My hands moving to grip the generator and throw it away from me. As soon as I released it, The generator exploded.

Whatever was within, smelled. Toxic and destructive. I could even smell it through the helmet. It had still released this toxin upon my arms. It bit through the armorweave of the armor. Melting it directly onto my skin and arms. The plating resisted it to a degree, but any painting or coating was easily removed. I hissed and groaned from the pain of this melting of my flesh. Namely, the palms of my hands, wrists, and elbows. Exposed parts that were not covered in plate.

Apparently, that was the time for Fenn to start waxing and bemoaning about the False Mandalorian Empire and how it was ran by False Mandalore. Once more, I cared very little right now. But I did notice that he just sat there. Almost like he was waiting for me to deal with this? It confused me. A moral code that he held, even when facing a Sith-Mandalorian. It slightly perplexed me for him to do so. I paid it no mind for now as I had reached down to my belt. Removing the Rids and injecting it into my thigh. Making it pierce through the Armorweave and into the skin.

The blister of the solution formed in my quads. I could feel it. However, the natural processes of my body started to work its magic with the concoction inside. I drew upon the force as well. Healing the skin and flesh as best I could. Remembering to form how they were supposed to be. With this entire fight taking place in a Nexus of the Valley of the Jedi, it did not take long for it to heal. Using the force to fight against the effects of this toxin.

The Adrenaline raced through my body. I could feel the shakes starting as they wanted to have my body move in a fight or flight response. I shook my head. Using the force to recall the blaster to my hand. Looking over to the man who just sat there with his spear.

A small puffs of smoke and sparks came from his back. Telling me I did take the jetpack offline. However, once more his signature changed. Like whatever had been there was now not. His eyes felt piercing, but not from his position. Almost like the Eyes of the Audience had grown to bore a hole into my skull.

"Acceptance of the Past and trying to do something better with it. But sure, keep telling yourself that you are superior 'cus you have a hate boner for the Sith."

If he wanted to use the spear, then I likely would have to get in close combat with him. My right hand drew the Energy Sword. Letting its red Light ignite against the Lava around us. The pistol leveled to be aimed at him.

"Stand up. I thought the mighty don't kneel."

 

[Mauve]

A hovering, fire-fighting droid busy spraying cryoban all over the flames left from the orbital strike shuddered, then abruptly sped off toward Fenn Stag .

“You are on fire,” it blurped, loudly.

“You are on fire. I will rescue you.”

A stream of cryoban blasted from the droid’s carriage all over the lava, then spat straight for the mandalorian, Fenn.

“You are being rescued.”

Delsin Shaw

 

[Fenn Stag]

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Fenn was about to say something, but was blasted with cryo-ban.

"Thank you." He said to the droid, politely.

While his flightsuit, armorweave and armor protected him from instantly becoming frozen solid or suffering cold burns- he was encased in the thick fire retardant quite quickly, and stood silent for a moment. The crowd hushed, realizing that Fenn might've come to a rather inconsequential end. However, the cryoban began to crack. Fenn's left arm punched through, mechanical, beskar, defiant, strong. It gripped at the cryoban, ripping, tearing. Breaking, smashing. He emerged like an animal, screaming, a war-cry. He fell to his knees, shivering for just a moment before the heat of the arena warmed him back up- and set him to rights.

It might've dawned on Delsin on how fucking big Fenn was. He was built like Preliat- but perhaps leaner, faster. His crushgaunts gripped the spear tightly as he rose to his feet, strong, defiant.

"You are less well-spoken than I expected."

He unclipped the jetpack, letting it fall to the platform with a heavy THUD-

Then stood silent for a moment, breathing. Evaluating. Waiting. He rotated the spear across his back, then to his front, tapping it on the ground again.

"Death does not come for either of us from this contest."

He tilted his head down, just barely, then rose it back up. Bowing? A sign to begin?

There was a silence like no other, focus, determine, grit

He stepped forward, pacing forward. He seemed undisturbed by the pistol- and came just within range of the Sith with his spear- and opened with a feint, feigning cutting at his stomach- only to shift to his shoulder, his arm- anything exposed on the hand holding the firearm.

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[Delsin Shaw]

EQUIPMENT: Armor | Knife | Energy Sword | Pulse Blaster | Sonic Blaster | RIDS | Grenade |
TAGS: Fenn Stag | Razmir Tezhyn | Mauve

Just when I had already dealt with the toxin, slowly dissipating into the wind with how small of a vial had been used, one of the Fire-Fighting droids came over to our combat and started to spray Cryoban everywhere. Making some of the Lava quick solidify, and even some affecting the other Mandalorian. He broke the hold it started to take on him. Considering it was a short duration of a spray, and not a full freezing. It made sense. His physicality and armor protected most of it. The droid then moved around the area. It hung around for a moment and kept wanting to "Rescue" us.

My hand raised and pushed it away. Gently guiding it back to wherever else it needed to be. Fenn on the other hand, made a comment about being less than well spoken. In honesty, I was well spoken, I chose not to in this moment. I didn't care for his crap about "real mandalorians" and who does and doesn't deserve that title. Or how I, a Sith who did not work with the people who destroyed their culture and planet, was somehow at fault for it. Either way, I didn't respond to the comment.

However, his next words confused me. Death did not come for either of us? Was he not trying to kill me? Just best me? If that was the case, then it was yet another opponent who thought that the Kaggath was just a basic tournament. Which is fair. Then a very lazy attempt at a bow of the head before charging.

As he did so, He came in to stab for the stomach. Both hands lifted up and I hopped back. Attempting to make just enough space so the pointy end of the spear wouldn't find a hole between the plates. However, it stopped short. A feint. I noticed it but a little too late. The weapon came towards my left hand. I dropped the pistol and recalled my hand back. Letting the barely hanging pistol in the air get smacked by the spear. It flew away from me. However, this close, I dared not to recall it now. Just keeping an eye on my HUD where it tracked its location.

The Energy Blade came fast, After landing down back to my feet from the small hop backwards, I threw it forward. Smacking the spear further to the left if I could. Keeping his weapon further away from me. Following this, My left hand called upon the force. Yanking the ground from beneath him. The shards of rapid cooled Lava, near-obsidian and glass like pierced upwards. Attempting to entangle his feet and hold him in place. All of this was prep work for me to step into the reach of his spear, and swinging the blade. Aiming for the throat.

He may not be wanting to kill me, but I had no such reservations.