Kobayashi Maru [Daxton]

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Junction

The brisk wind of the night rustled the leaves of the spindly trees, a thousand shafts of moonlight stretching out to grasp the crimson armour of the Mandalorian that stood within the shadows. The quiet trickle of the waterfall and the rustling of the leaves was all that broke the silence, all that made a sound. The smell of battle was rich upon the Mandalorian, the war drums hammering through his mind. He was here to kill. He was here to maim. He was here for revenge. He stared up into the blackness of the night sky, and felt the force engulf him. "You feel his presence, don't you?" The dragon was lavishing in the unrelenting rage coursing through the Mandalorian. "Claim your revenge..."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton rose from his haunches, covered from head to toe in blood and gore. The prisoner hadn't broken under the torture he just inflicted, but he expected nothing less. It did nothing to impress him of their bravery, only heightened his interest in how long it would take him to break their spirit. Making a note on the data pad to send this one to the flesh pits, he decided to take a short break.

Stepping outside of the room, a cool breeze played against his face. Why were they still wasting time on this world? They should be pounding on the Capital and ending the resistance once and for all. He longed to go back home and continue his experiments, with the influx of fresh specimens he could continue his projects with minimal effort as soon as he got back.

Yet something wasn't right, danger lurked in the night air, unconsciously Daxton reached for the twin lightsabers at his belt......

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

With the rich scent of war upon him, he turned, striding through the darkness. He was without fear, a conductor of rage and anger. Taking his helmet from his head, he stared up to the sky, his eye-sockets hollow and irises a luminous green. Baring his teeth, he licked their sharp points, confidence oozing from him. Taking the long-handled lightsaber he had been impaled on by the pale-face Sith, he examined it, its dark energies empowering him. Igniting the handle, he watched it flicker gently. Gripping it tightly, he sprinted into the blackness, the scents only growing stronger and rage more powerful.

 

[Daxton Bane]

There coming straight at him, the dark energies unmistakable, a force user was about to make an ill advised attempt on his life. Who could be? A fellow Sith? A Jedi perhaps? Their loyalties were irrelevant, just as their power was. Daxton was ready for them, dropping into a position called Makashi Riposte, he could draw his blades in a blink of an eye as he deflected their attack and struck one of his own.

Looking for all the world to see as an unarmed easy target, he waited to spring his trap on his unsuspecting foe.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

His grin impossibly wide and head full of rage, Kal leapt forth at the source of the rich scent, his deep green irises now a deep gold, his pupils like that of a reptile. Waving the saber in an untrained fashion, he slashed at the darkness. "Good..." The dragon smiled, its sickly sweet voice fading into indulgence. The glowing blade as it whirled was entrancing, everything around him bathed in deep scarlet. "I know you're here!" Kal screeched into the darkness, seeking out the scent.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"I know you're here!"
The scream of rage gave away his attackers position, both lightsabers flying to his hands, activating in midair with an orange hiss. The left handed blade easily parrying the scarlet blade to the side as he thrust the right hand blade into the space of his attacker's arm socket.
A mandalorian! Well that was unexpected! It was wonder he hadn't decapitated himself when he switched the blade on. Somehow this one seemed familiar.....

"Was that you're best attempt Vod?" Mocking the soldier with scraps of slang he picked up from hours of interrogation. "You are floundering worst that slig worm on market day. Are you really that desperate to throw your meaningless life away?"

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal took no notice of the slander the darkness threw at him, his eyes glowing in the night as a pair of sabers ignited, lighting up the darkness and revealing Daxton Bane. "You!" He rasped, swinging his lightsaber with seemingly unlimited fury. The dragon lavished in the darkness, rolling in the infinite pits of pain, suffering and rage that lay within the Mandalorian. And then the dragon took control, its ancient talons reaching into the force, and then reaching into Daxton, revealing his past and present. The dragon leapt back, struck down by the pure strength of Daxton. Spitting in irritation, the Dragon let rip with the anger lying untapped within Kal, turning him into nothing but an extension of the force, his body a blade with which to strike Daxton. The dragon dove back into the channel of the force that was Daxton, sifting through his memories before returning to Kal's mind. "After all you have accomplished, you are but a slave to Moridin. Your entire life you have been just that. A slave, a being of no worth, barely stronger than cattle. You overestimate your worth, Mr Bane..."

 

[Daxton Bane]

"The slave speaks?" Laughing as he dodges nimbly out of the way of the clumsy blade. "What would you know about worth? You came to fight for a world that is already dead. You're people are broken and bleeding before the Sith and you are too blind to see."

Alternating his blades, he thrust them again and again into the exposed limbs and side of his foe. The mandalorian could not pose an adequate defense since he wasn't trained the proper use of a lightsaber. Unlike a normal blade where the weight was on the blade itself, a lightsabers blade was weightless. It took years of practice to become proficient in it. The duel was more akin to a water blade master having fun at the expense of an prodding barbarian.

Blocking the blade with an x-cross parry, he said, "How about I open your eyes to the truth? Can you handle that eh soldier?" Without warning he pivoted and drove an armored boot into the torso of his foe with the speed and force of a runaway freight truck.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

"Too blind to see!? I see all!" Kal was blinded by the force, groaning in deep agony as Daxton thrust a saber forth, the blade landing in his side. Screeching in further pain, he slammed onto the ground, turning to glare at Daxton. "I am standing before a valley of infinite power, just waiting for me to claim it!" Using the Dragon to mask the pain, he channeled his rage once again onto combat. Scrambling backwards, he stared deep into the eyes of the Zabrak, hopping to his feet and sending several more strikes Daxton's way, then raising a wrist to jet a torrent of flames into Daxton. "The truth!? What would you know of the truth? You are a ignorant slave! You should never have left the rock you were born on!" He spat, the hole in his side burning hotter than ever before. As he shouted, a foot shot into his gut, knocking him to the ground in a heap of limbs.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was on fire! He didn't count on the soldier using a flame thrower at close a range. He was barely able to force push the weapon arm to the side when the flame arc spat in his direction. Even so his right arm was cloaked in flames up the shoulder. Fortunately his armor held and protected him from the worst of the flames. Bunching his flaming fist he slammed the burning armored limb repeatedly into the face of his downed foe.

No this one did not deserve death. Such an easy end for him wasn't in the cards. Now Daxton was angry, and he wanted to hurt someone, anyone. Someone was going to pay for this.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Screaming in pain, he felt the fist of the Sith crush his skull, the pain unbearable. Blood spilling everywhere, he felt the Zabrak's fist crunch under the pure force he was exerting onto his face. The pain faded as he spoke, the force blinding him to it. Then he was blind to all, the fists coming and coming. And then he felt the darkness.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was still punching the unconscious Mandalorian soldier when his squad found him and put out the flames with a cryoban round. While the medics tend to his wounds, there gathered the badly battered and burned man for disposal in the waste pits when Daxton raised his unburned hand.

"Take him to my ship anid bind him down. I have plans for that one." The pair exchanged glances before carrying the Sith Knight's commands. Whoever this poor devil was, neither wanted to be the subject of Daxton's 'plans'. Many rumors circulated about the obscene and unnatural experiments he was conducting within his laboratories. Perhaps it would be better to put a round in the man's skull as an act of mercy, but neither was brave enough since Daxton might consider using them as replacements.

Dragging the limp prisoner through the mud, they quickly set off to do his bidding as Daxton gazed upward at the night sky, a twisted smile on his lips.