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Occupational Safety & Health (Koda Fett - Bounty on Veiere Arenais).

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[member="Koda Fett"]
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During the Dark Temples establishment, Veiere Arenais had still been High King over the Commenor Systems Alliance. There he had been allowed the sanctuary and time within the Estate of House Arenais to plan things out, to look ahead to the future with no true sense of dire urgency and map out his intent for what the Dark Jedi Order was meant to become. It was however due to his own impatience and the resentment he felt towards the Jedi that had overcome him and marred his schemes, forcing action and undoing the quiet for which he had worked under.

Today, things were far more perverse. Rannon was now the one sanctuary that Veiere still had remaining, his glorious kingdom without present company but his own and the dark side of the Force flowing around him, spurning him on in his passions and more often than not leaving the man feeling frustrated and slighted by himself. His awareness of the change in himself, as well as his willingness to let his ambitions overtake him had brought the former Jedi a renowned sense of power and yet removed him of his purpose and that former clarity of sight that he once thrived off.

Seated within the grand hall for what had been meant for such ceremonies the likes of a knighting or other occasion for the Dark Order's gathering, he sat with his back against the grand-masters throne, surrounded by the presence of six of his best; his Sovereign Guard. Many of the former acolytes that had come to Rannon out of curiosity of the rumors about a new safe haven for dark-siders away from the Jedi and the Sith, had since left. They had come and gone with Veiere's decision to willingly hand him over to [member="Lady Kay"], to undergo trial for what he had done against the Jedi Enclave of Deneba, yet the trial had been ambushed by his own people; his fleet of officers and pilots whom remained loyal to him yet meant little compared to those of power and practice within the Force. Tools with purpose, yet little more...

Rannon itself was a plush green and lively world, though there seemed a shadow over it's land, the sprawling presence of darkness that seemed to breath throughout the natural world. It had been there since before the Dark Temples construction, it was partly why Veiere had been attracted to the world to begin with, let alone it's proximity just south of the Empire's territories. The Temple itself had been built upon the side of the great mountain, a fall of water that parted into two, cascading down around the grandiose structure soon meeting the lake-bed below.

The Temple was a place entered only by the air, and though there were few present to stand watch over the sanctuary today, Veiere remained confident in his choice to bide his time there, at-least until things would calm down on the outside. The recent bounty that his darling wife had placed atop his head had certainly drawn some further attention to himself, though most importantly, away from the Systems Alliance...Trader's often came and went, refreshing stock as they were contracted to do often. The small fleet that Veiere had amassed thus far patrolled the sector yet they were a shadow of any grander empire and their presence was meant for subtlety rather than a show of force. Any new contact or arrival would be relayed to the world below yet unless instructed, would otherwise go without interruption.

After all, to the rest of the Galaxy, Rannon was of little worth to the public eye.

The Dark Temple, still a well kept secret save for a few within the Systems Alliance.
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON


DARK JEDI TEMPLE

Hubris.

It provided all too many individuals with their demise. It was probable that Fett found his own through such a thing.

The Mandalorian had fought all across the known galaxy, inserted himself in the pockets of everyone willing to pay him, even instilled fear in some of the most dangerous men in the galaxy- letting them know full well that he was coming for them. His confidence in himself was well deserved, but could prove to be misplaced. Everyone met their match. Met someone better. Perhaps Fett found it in the Galactic Alliance's Supreme Commander and Prodigal Knight, Aryn Teth. If that was the case, Arenais was something far worse. Something worth fearing.

A Bounty Hunter of his caliber had eyes, ears, and mouths everywhere you could fit them. Even if the metaphorical organ itself wasn't entirely keen on their placement, it was fear of what he would do to them that kept them in check. A particular set of eyes and ears informed Fett of this Dark Jedi Temple, and in turn Veiere Arenais. It was a shame to so how far the mighty had fallen. This was never anything personal against the King, or justice as a whole. Purely business. Fett didn't picture Arenais as one to leave past grievances behind one another, though. Surely there was some left over animosity lingering from the Mandalorian's capture of his beloved Wife.

The Spear II swooped into Rannon's atmosphere with it's cloaking capabilities activated. Hidden to sensors, but not the force or the eye. Fett deemed it foolish, even by his standards, to enter the Dark Jedi Temple and face the endless onslaught of Padawans, Knights, and Masters before facing the Grand Master himself. Instead he landed nearby, hidden to the naked eye. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. The King had to leave his Temple sooner or later, right? If not? Well, then it was into the devil's den Koda would dive.

Certainly in for a fight.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
Once upon a time, Veiere Arenais might have believed himself above the slight of arrogance or hubris as it were, evidently failing to evade falling victim to such faults of man in his time that he find himself in such a place of isolation and discomfort; his were an irritable gnawing upon the corner of his mind, a yearning that had always been present in his life to rise above the man he was, to achieve more, and yet with today's cloak of darkness shrouded over him, never likely to meet the expectations he held for himself.

The fallen kings resentment for the Jedi Order was a grievance lost to the ages, whose fault lay less in the Jedi of today and more in the failures of the Order's history for not having stood the test of time; most especially too however, in himself, for Veiere too had failed to abide by his own adherence to the code, allowing himself to become bitter and eaten up in his loathing of their role in the galaxy. More militant today, than ever the keepers of peace they were supposed to be. Alas, he too had lost that veil of light that might have shielded him from the lure of the Dark Side of the Force; and his personal ambitions.

Lady Kay said:
"Afternoon and thank you all for coming. I have a few things that I'd like to go over with and I won't be taking any questions at this time.

First of all, I'd like to thank the brave men and women that gave their lives during the recent attack by the Dark Jedi Order. This attack was spurred solely as an effort to free their leader, our former King Veiere Arenais . I was...unprepared for such an occurrence and I promise you that it will not happen again. Right now our teams of engineers are building a deflective shielding system that will not only protect this building and the Senate Hall, but all of Chasin City as well. The shields will be so powerful that they can withstand bombardments by even those brought by Star Destroyers. And if their main supplies are cut, fear not! Their batteries can maintain the shields for an entire day, giving all of us a chance to get to safety while our military and navy beat our enemies.

For those that watched the trial, you'll be quick to remember that Veiere Arenais was exiled from Commenor as well as our Systems Alliance space. I know that many of you feel as though I was giving him a free ride, and after consulting with some of my staff, as of this morning, there is now a million credit bounty on him. Now he will be hunted down and brought back here for trial. This time, justice for Deneba and here at home will be served.

Thank you."
The image flickered, the opaque blue hologram distorting some due to the age of the emitter that Veiere held square in the palm of his right hand, his back slumped against the throne, his left arm atop the side, turned in to carry the weight of his head against his left fist, eyes ever focused on the recorded announcements, [member="Lady Kay"]'s latest reflection to the known Galaxy over the attempt on her life, the unexpected rescue of his own and the loss of citizens caught in the wake of his peoples invasion of Commenor. His people, now being those among the Order whom had chosen to remain. For lack of elsewhere to go, perhaps some even loyal to him though for better or worse, the Dark Jedi Order was not what Veiere had envisioned it to be.

Movement caught his notice, lifting his gaze up away from the hologram to furrow his brow and gaze on beyond his private guard. The distraction came not as a visible disturbance but one of the minds eye, the force seeming to call his attention away from his brooding and instead to the outside world. Powerful in the force yet by no means a practitioner of the far sight, Veiere slowly rose to his feet, more intrigued by this notion of company rather than holding any particular speculation over who or what it could have been. Granted, his reputation today, wasn't what it used to be, clearly.

"Remain here..." Veiere commanded the Sovereign Guard; exceptionally well trained though he preferred to keep them within the Temple should anything become of himself. At the least they would reside over the knowledge and power that had been collected up thus far and ought to be protected from any whom might seek to make a few credits off of his recent progression, if you could call it such.

Despite the changes in him that had turned the former Jedi away from the light, he still held a fondness for the natural presence of life in the worlds he visited. The flow of the open air and sound of the trees, whatever life that flourished within the woodland world echoed around the Dark Temple as if to contrasts it's very nature. Transported beyond the great structure, the lake that surrounded the foot of the great mountain and into the open plains that sprawled the far horizon, lined by the forests of Rannon, the Dark Jedi Master moved out into the open. An invitation for whatever or whomever might have come for him.

[member="Koda Fett"]
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON


DARK JEDI TEMPLE

The Bounty Hunter stalked a the Dark Jedi Master the same way a predator hunts his prey. His booted feet crunched through the lush forest of Rannon, beneath the Jedi Temple, or at the very least the outside of it. It was eery in the way a man so heavily armoured could be all too stealthy. Fortunately, Koda could at least say he blended in with the scenery- his armour being that sage green, but the red, orange, khaki, and blue didn't do him any favours. Style over substance one could assume. If Fett had anything, it was style, after all.

Brown eyes shifted eagerly beneath a T-Shaped Visor with the rangefinder folded down and over it. Enhanced vision was made apparent, as well as firing vectors to bring about the most precise shot and with what weapon. Yet the Mandalorian already knew what his weapon of choice was going to be, and it was a logical choice. The same weapon he blessed this former King's wife with: a force removing dart constructed by the One Sith at height of their rule. Restricting the victim of the use of the force for ten minutes. Fett knew that if he was to have any chance, it was to remove the gift Arenais had been born with.

And thus, the right arm of the Mandalorian had been raised from within the trees, taking aim at the man ahead of him with a hidden expression of the utmost concentration. A tightened fist, and tensed arm created a more stable arm. The left hand shifted over, pressing onto a singular button on the gauntlet with all too many functions, firing the dart. It soared through the air in Veiere's direction, intent on striking true. However, it was to say that the Dark Jedi hadn't already sensed his presence in it's entirety, pinpointing the individual and defending himself appropriately.

One can dream.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
Aye, one can dream...-But so easily could they become a thing of nightmares.

Long since before his submission to the Dark Side of the Force had Veiere's tactics in combat taken a turn, the former restraint that the Jedi in him had once cherished had been forsaken in the want of a true warriors attire, a set of arms that would rightly protect him against what were considered the more recent means of warfare even among the Jedi within the Galaxy today; there had once been a time where he might have lectured his former people on the lure of materialism and possessions most dear to heart, yet today he too had become so reliant upon such things that there had rarely been a time of late where he hadn't donned his best armor knowing well the price upon his head...-Being the one whom had suggested to his Wife that she do so in order to save face for political promise within the Systems Alliance.

Shrouded in only the hooded robe of his Order's traditional garb, Veiere's form was protected from the neck down against the means of [member="Koda Fett"]'s dart. The Dark Master not yet having sensed the man himself yet the heightened fear and anticipation of threat sent a ripple across the flow of life around him, causing Veiere's right hand to leave his side, one of his Lightsabers being pulled from his belt and into hand instantly blazing into a bright green beam of light, the ignition snapping out into the cool air and echoing around the man as he spun around in the direction of the projectile, his weapon rising defensively though his movement and senses having incidentally moved him enough to veer away from the target the new arrival had intended for.

Scanning the clearing around him, his eyes darted from tree to tree that provided would be cover to his likely aggressor. At this point, he unable to pinpoint exactly who and where his attacker was, his lightsaber would be guided back, his left hand to join his right around the hilt thrumming in power of the blade, warm from the energy coursing throughout the crystal within, his brow furrowing as he stared down the beam of light; his feet slowly stepping a couple of paces back before gradually coming to a stop and feeling the immediate silence of the forest closing in around him.

"Curious..." He muttered under his breath as he continued to keep a close eye and mind upon his surroundings. Koda's presence was unique in the fact that it didn't feel inherantly new to Veiere, there lingered somewhere upon the edge of his mind, the want to call it a familiar presence and yet even during their last meeting, they'd barely brushed passed one another during [member="Lady Kay"]'s capture and Veiere's forced resignation and deal made with [member="Darth Abyss"]...-Still, there was enough there to peak his interest.

"Come now...-There's no need to hide yourself away, whoever you are...".
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON


DARK JEDI TEMPLE

Must've of made a poor choice in that decision.

In the following moments the Bounty Hunter kept low, concealed by the shrubbery in a physical sense- yet surely not through the power he could not, and would not ever be able to fathom. With the defense position of Veiere raised, Fett scanned the initial surroundings of the two, especially the man himself. Whether to bombard the individual with a Mandalorian's arsenal or not was something that weighed heavily on his mind, but ultimately he believed staying out of the spotlight was for the best. Arenais was only going to remain tense, but once he felt a slither of safety in retreat, or isolation- Fett would strike again, be sure of that.

Although, that moment never came. Instead this former-King was entirely aware of his attacker, and Fett found no choice but to continue his attack, or heed his words and present himself- perhaps both. The Mandalorian emerged from the dense jungle of Rannon, his sage green armor blending him in for the most part. Though the red, orange, and khaki did him no favors. His carbine remained at half-mast, tucked into his shoulder yet not aiming at the adversary, not quite. His side-cloak flailed in the breeze, and he stood still.

"Here to take you home, Arenais. Kay's awfully worried, isn't she?" The muffled yet synthesized and amplified voice of Koda spoke firmly to the Dark Jedi Master, a hint of a threat with a mocking remark layered on top. How did it go, though? Mandalorians didn't make threats, only promises. You could bet this was the former.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
Veiere's gaze narrowed in upon the emerging figure, his armor a mixture of green shades, khaki and dull red, all of which appeared somewhat worn and well used; it was the armor of a Mandalorian and one of which Veiere was certain he recognized, yet there were many of his kind and in their cultures knack for seeking glory through conflict, the Dark Master simply could not be certain where he had come across this one; if not mistaking this Bounty Hunter entirely for another.

"Tell me, what does it pay these days for the return of a wayward husband...-What price has my dear Queen put down upon my head" Veiere responded collectively, his lightsaber slowly lowering that his left hand might leave it and instead, sweep his outer robe to the side in order to offer his pursuer a glimpse of his additional Hilt and the Kingsglaive still sheathed against his hip; thus far, only the one blade had been drawn though Veiere wouldn't shy away from putting up a good fight in order to defend himself.

The force swelled to his being, his armor working to keep his mind clear and free of his own corruption in the dark-side of the Force, it's counteracting the torrential persuasion of his innate emotions offering Veiere a heightened sense of awareness over himself and his ability to restrain himself despite the power that remained at his finger tips. There was a certain satisfaction in donning such an attire, the inbuilt faraday cage offering a good deal of protection against any immobilizing energy based attacks that this hunter might have in store, Veiere had designed the piece himself admittedly when he still held faith in the light of the Jedi Order, yet for the sake of combating anti-force operatives such as [member="Koda Fett"]...The sword itself still sheathed at his side held a heavy weight and presence within the force, the hilt having been ingrained with an older crystal Veiere had once used within his lightsabers, it too enhanced both his telekinetic abilities as well as a sharpened blade of which could cleave through many high density materials. Still...-There was no doubt in his mind that this Hunter had come unprepared, Veiere himself had made something of a name and reputation for himself recently that only the foolhardy would come not expecting a worthwhile challenge...
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON



In truth, the Bounty Hunter expected nothing more than an immediate call-to-arms. Assuming the next action he was to take was an evasive maneuver from an incoming former Jedi Master. That was not the case, however. Instead a mere exchange of words. Fett remained at the ready, of course. Their history, however brief, allowed more than enough hatred to take shape within Arenais.

"A million." A voice from beneath an infamous helmet spoke in a bland voice. "Make things easy. Come with me. I'll just keep coming until I wear you down, if not." It'd been said before that Fett was frustratingly difficult to kill, and be sure that it was the truth. It was a winning combination, really. Being inescapable, ever-persistent, and nigh unkillable. Call it luck, skill, or raw determination- it hardly mattered.

The Mandalorian was certainly not opposed to just bringing the Dark Jedi along with him, perhaps even peacefully. If anything, Koda was interested in the man. Falling from grace as an angel would from the kingdom of heaven. Fett figured there was some reasoning behind his ill-willed actions.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
"One Million?" Veiere's head lifted briefly in a half nod, his expression taking a thoughtful shift though his eyes never leaving the Bounty Hunter to ensure he remained in control of his fate; "I suppose this is why I'm only sensing one of you..." He added conclusively, the blade of his lightsaber falling some to be held at his side, his shoulders rolling forward as he sought to ease the sudden tension over them as he moved to step gradually closer towards his would be predator, the Dark Master showing little fear in the laxing proximity between them, though he would not come within arms reach of the hunter.

"Why do I get the impression we've met before...-And on a first name basis with my Wife..." Veiere questioned the Mandalorian, his movement shifting to slowly move to the side of the hunter, circling him if he would be allowed the moment of discussion in order to satisfy his curiosity. The [member="Lady Kay"] wasn't so foolish as to send someone that she trusted or cared for to hunt down someone like he himself; she understood well the experience that Veiere had behind him in his training and service for and against the Galaxy, his was a legacy within the Force built upon strength and survivalist instinct, much the same as one might imagine [member="Koda Fett"] in a similar sense.

"If you're intent on throwing your life away to me, we'd best make this interesting then...-Don't expect me to just give myself up, you'll find I'm rather more able bodied than the others back home on Commenor. Tell me...-Does the bounty still count if you manage to severe my head from my shoulders?".
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON




A distrusting scowl appeared on the face concealed by the infamous helmet of a once glorious people. The diaspora Fett felt towards 'his' people, if you could call it that, disconnected the Bounty Hunter from the almighty Mandalore, the people, the culture, the language, and the tenants of the Resol'nare. A die-hard Mandalorian may of delved directly into combat, but Fett was a Bounty Hunter first, and a Mandalorian second. Words weren't particularly his forte, however, it didn't cause any pain to try and convince a dangerous man of doing the 'right' thing. Ironic, considering Koda wasn't particularly one for doing the right thing, in fact quite the opposite.

The Hunter half-raised the weapon within his clutches, flexing his grip as to let Arenais be aware that he wasn't getting the opportunity to begin circling him. "I have one of those faces." The Mandalorian vaguely answered the Dark Jedi with his potentially recognisable voice; that of a Fett Clone. Yet, in this day and age of multiple generation Clones, Koda considered himself a superior, a prime Clone if you may.

Fett's signature in the force is incredibly similar to that of his template's, in which he bristles with weapons. An instinctive killer; among the deadliest men in the galaxy. Capable of killing within a fraction of a second. One can feel the violence he radiates: in the Force, a pulsar of death.

"No." He replied to the final question. Unwilling to find his demise at the hands of the former Jedi, his jetpack spat a flame, launching him several metres backwards as a missile launched itself from the jetpack- his left arm raised to project a deadly arc of fire, whilst his right held the carbine as if it were a sidearm; firing as fast as his finger struck the trigger.

Enough games. This wasn't going anywhere.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
The response offered from the Bounty Hunter was enough to cause Veiere to smirk faintly, the boldness from his pursuer impressing him some, certainly playing into the man's confidence in this "hunt". Alas, had they met on more fortunate circumstances, Veiere might have found him humorous; were it not for the bounty on his head and the blaster-rifle pointed at his face, so to speak. Peculiar was the word for the hunters actions soon there after hearing Veiere's refusal to submit; the confirmation that this was not meant to be a kill order, and yet he sought to resort to inherently fatal weapons by design. While Koda's initial retreat made little sense to his end-game, this likely distraction certainly started off with what would be a powerful display. As Veiere's instincts kicked into overdrive and the force flared around him in warning of the impending danger to come, the Darksider watched as [member="Koda Fett"] unleashed an attack from two of the ports in his armor, as well as the rifle in his hand...

With his left arm, Veiere thrust his hand out in front of himself while his knees bent, dropping into a swift crouch with as swift a pace as he could manage, soon launching himself backwards with the aid of the Force while two sending a telekinetic wall out in front of him. With so much power projected from himself, the wave of power would become a visible blur, a pale blue taking to the very air itself as he sought to slow the flames, to seek to cast the missile off track from it's intended target leaving the blaster fire his primary concern, a blaze of Cyan weaving out in-front of him, caught by the blade of his lightsaber as his feet came heavily upon the earthen floor and he stumbled some, seeking to protect himself from the sudden and immense introduction to their battle.

His gaze returned to focus just as the missile fired at him struck something off to the side of the pair, the initial light threatening to blind him against the darkness of Rannon's forest grounds, flames and smoke roaring up from beneath the tree's desperate to sour high into the evenings sky; all of which seemed to set a reasonable setting to what would be Veiere's first battle in quite some time. Searching for his rival, the Force guided his gaze to land once more upon the Bounty Hunter who's armor did a fair job to blend him in with much of their environment. In retaliation for the attack however, Veiere no longer held the reserve to keep to words and instead his left hand rose out in front of him again, this time summoning a surge of energy, purple and black purging of all the air that it cut and coursed through, hurled directly at his aggressor.
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON




The Force was something Fett never truly understood, and perhaps it was a fear of the unknown that thrust the Mandalorian in a position of distrusting, even despising some of the more proficient users of the mystical entity. Yet now, as it appeared as a light blue barrier in front of the Jedi, he couldn't help but think to reach out and touch it. The thought, however, brief- consumed his mind. The energy from a missile, flame, and blaster bolts all caught in a blue arc ahead of him. Something tangible, at last.

Though such a feeling of euphoria vanished within a blink of an eye.

Koda's attack appeared futile, but never-ending. You couldn't let up, especially not against a Jedi. The Bounty Hunter may consider himself a dangerous figure, but those that wielded this incredulous power were beyond what he could comprehend. His jetpack fired flames, hoisting himself into the air and above Arenais, but ultimately found the decision pointless, perhaps reckless. A wave of energy washed over him, swatting the Mandalorian out of the air as if he were a fly. Soaring helplessly into the dense jungle behind him.

A violent rustling of leaves, a crunching of tree branches could be heard from where Veiere stood, and a human-sized crater appeared in the dirt in which he landed. The armor protected him from the collision, but they didn't come without the pain it brought. Although, genetic engineering was a hell of a thing, and the injury was short-lived. With a sluggish process, Fett stood again.

Arenais was within one-hundred meters of the Bounty Hunter who tracked each movement on his HUD. Koda launched himself up onto a branch, lying in wait to see whether or not the former Jedi dared to pursue. If not, the infamous hunter could certainly engage the individual once more- otherwise it was here he stayed, perched with eagerness.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
Veiere Arenais hadn't been able to gauge whether his attack had landed on [member="Koda Fett"] or not, the environment between them clouded over from the smoke and subsequent fire of his missile having exploded nearby and set the forest alight. Still on edge, the Dark Jedi remained poised and awaiting an attack of some form in retaliation and yet it never came. His eyes darted about the clearing though with the tree's and now the hindering smoke, he was forced to rely more upon his instincts than what he could physically see. Given the Bounty-Hunters helm and their typical sense of style crossed with technological genius, Veiere didn't doubt that his pursuer knew exactly where he was and what he was doing; using thermal or infrared vision was Veiere's assumption.

Powering down his lightsaber for a moment, he allowed silence to envelop himself, the glow of his blade no longer present around his feet but making his presence there that little more subtle in that he could instead seek to listen out for the smallest of hints as to this Hunter's whereabouts. Koda Fett was evidently experienced, unlike most of the foolhardy opposition Veiere had encountered in the past. Rather than going all out on the attack, this one seemed more than comfortable biding his time and seeing whether or not his prey would make the first move. That he had the patience and mind to keep himself one step ahead, caused Veiere to nearly smile; it was always impressive to Veiere the tactics of these people, though it certainly wasn't a job he would have taken a liking too.

Rolling his shoulders once more, Veiere shifted to remove the robe from over his back, allowing it to fall to the ground floor and expose his armor completely to the prying eyes of his hunter should the mandalorian still be watching him. "How much time do you have" Veiere called out into the void, not yet able to pinpoint Fett's location yet knowing that he remained nearby, if the force was anything to go on; "I am no longer a King, a Jedi nor a man of any importance...-I am happy to wait you out if that is by your design...".
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON



The life breathing fireball at the centre of the galaxy, otherwise known as the Sun, escaped the two has they found themselves beneath the dense canopy of Rannon's jungle. The leaves and shrubs rustled with the breeze, and branches rubbed up alongside one another, creating a jarring but unstoppable sound. Unless, of course, one desired to destroy all the branches in the jungle, but that didn't seem as if it were a good use of time. Birds chirped, worms wriggled, life went on- it was the natural course of life. As it was Fett's nature to hunt another man.

Koda remained still, the only portion of his body that moved was the soft swivel of his head once the former Jedi shifted out of sight. The Mandalorian helmet's optics were able to be changed through a series of silent button presses, and thus Fett never lost sight of Veiere. That armour of his certainly seemed impressive. He wasn't cracking it open like a walnut anytime soon.

As the Dark Jedi spoke his piece, the Clone held his tongue. It was his lot in life to do so. Something about a tranquil jungle, perched up upon a thick branch and stalking a target with his eyes was... relaxing. No adrenaline rush, extra beats of the heart, or diverted brain attention. A sole fixation on the man before him, watching and waiting.

Assuming that Veiere hadn't sensed Koda or seen him with his own eyes, he found his way beneath the branch of the man crouched in a tree. Fett's arm slowly raised itself, aiming in the direction of his adversaries neck from an elevated position with the assistance of the helmet's advanced HUD, suddenly firing a whipcord with the intention of ensnaring the throat. If successful, Fett drops himself backwards, allowing the cord to be caught on the branch heavy enough to hold the weight of a ninety kilogram man wearing fourteen kilograms of armour. If all had gone well, Veiere was to be hoisted up into the air- choking. However, the lightsaber was certainly the make or break of the plan, and thus on his way down the Mandalorian attempted to grasp at the weapon and pluck it from his person. Koda's weight, combined with that of Mandalorian Beskar'gam, was certainly enough to sustain the man in the air.

Fett was cunning, before he was an outright warrior.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
The silence around him was eerie and mired in anticipation for the Mandalorian to show himself once more, a skilled Bounty Hunter, Veiere Arenais was slowly coming to piece together the possibility of their run in with each other before today; [member="Lady Kay"] had often been hunted and successfully taken into the hands of Darth Abyss due to the bounty put on her from Miss Blonde so many years prior. Veiere had passed a Hunter of similar armor on his way into the criminal enterprise yet memory waned and so much had happened since, he hadn't been certain, yet his mind seemed to linger upon the memory and it was the closest answer he had to touch upon. How unusual that Kay would see her own hunter becoming the tool for Veiere's incarceration; the irony was almost amusing though too it seemed to whisper the Hunter's efficiency in his job. It too would explain the first name basis with his wife, something that had stuck out in their first exchange.

His movements had been quiet, though his mind busy upon the silent retreat that he hadn't anticipated the next setup; the wire dropped down over his head, soon tightening around his neck and taking the Dark Jedi off of his feet as the form of [member="Koda Fett"] came falling down upon the other side of the thick branch with a whirling sound of the wire stream-lining the tree and stringing him up. His lightsaber flared in activation and yet loosed from his grip it fell prey to the bounty hunter forcing Veiere to rely on the draw of another in desperate need to free himself from the choking hold of the Mandalorian's trap.
The Kingsglaive came free of it's sheath, pulled by the force to meet the reach of his left hand before raising it over top his head and cleaving through the wire, a loud snap echoing as the tension was cut and Veiere fell to his feet, the descent seeming to slow time around him as his adrenaline spiked and he sought to return himself to the moment, searching for his opposition only to find the Bounty Hunter wielding his own lightsaber and awaiting him.

Sputtering to take a gasping breath, Veiere pulled the wire away from him, dropping it to the side and muttering something unintelligible under his breath. The line from where he had been hung would leave a bruise around his throat for some time yet, though time was not something idle on their hands as he was forced to focus his efforts upon Koda once more. With the shorter blade within his left hand, his right moved to draw upon the second Lightsaber (the last of his weapons). Words had been had, yet the weapon that Koda had removed from him had been a blade Veiere had constructed long ago before his Knighthood within the Jedi Order and was not at all willing to part with it. The ignition of the green blade lashed out against the open air, his second hilt being raised at his side as the Dark Jedi moved to pursue the hunter moving on the attack now. A learned practitioner of Jar'Kai, he moved easily with the two weapons within his hand, the sword shorter than the length of the lightsaber yet no less deadly as he crossed the distance between them lashing out with either weapon sweeping horizontally from either side, the cleave aimed for the Bounty Hunter's mid-section.
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON




The Bounty Hunter remembered things differently, one could suppose. A time in which Jedi, Sith, or any wielder of a Lightsaber only ever had one. Those days were gone now, and now they opted for not only two but three. Certainly handy, but the respect for being prepared never cancelled out frustration. It appears as if the one in which he stole held some sort of importance to Veiere, and if Fett failed to retrieve Arenais today, the aforementioned weapon could be utilised as leverage. Likely in the form of a trap, with added forces for cannon fodder, ultimately leaving the capture and reward to the Mandalorian. It's just as things were, never anything personal.

A whirlwind of coloured light beams thrust in his direction, and Fett knew he couldn't be on the receiving end. Whilst Mandalorian Iron was resilient to lightsabers, the undersuit certainly was not, and beneath that was his muscular flesh. Scarred from all sorts of weaponry; painted with experiences of war. War was something Koda could never prevent himself for participating in.

​The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.

War is a drug.

Flames spat from the Mandalorian's jetpack, thrusting him backwards by a few metres and into safety, but surely that wouldn't do. The fire persisted as he was hoisted into the air, landing among the tree tops once more. The thick jungle provided many a branch to stride along, even at a quickened pace. Fett tucked away Veiere's lightsaber, rearming himself with his carbine in his right hand, whilst his gauntlets reared up their weapons. From his elevated position, Koda fired a mean missile in the direction of Veiere, albeit at his feet in an attempt to knock him from his footing.

This was far from over.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
Run!

The sole word breached the mind of Veiere Arenais in such volume that he could only surmise and then react in compliance with the warning that came via precognition in the Force; his secondary lightsaber and his short sword both swept through the air finding nothing of his target where the Bounty Hunter had taken flight with his Jet Pack blazing into action, the assailants firearm bringing to bare the barrel of the rifle in Veiere's direction yet it was the projectile that was fired first that sent the Dark Jedi reeling in both anticipation and desperation, the imminent danger from the missile stronger than that of the previous attempt, if his senses were guiding him correctly.

Stepping in on through in Veiere's carried momentum, he didn't hesitate to take flight himself into full sprint, veering off as quickly as he could move to try and put distance between himself and the Missile's designated zone of impact; his lightsaber disengaged and he returned it to his belt as he sought to side-step passed one of the tree's within his path, keeping his blade in hand yet otherwise trying to further his ability to maneuver the short distance before an explosion of heat engulfed everything behind him.

The share force behind the explosion of white phosperous flames lit up the Forest for all to see for kilometers as the night sky had began to fall upon them; Veiere's body thrown off of his feet, the blade he had been carrying lost of his grip while he struck the thick of a brown oaken trunk and soon hit the grass-floor, dazed and seeking to scramble away from the intensity of the flames. Smoke once more swept the area, though this fire licked at the air in growing strength and purpose, like napalm, it would burn bright and hotter than any natural fire made not of man but of the elements. Veiere hoped his opponent carried no other like it, for he knew in that moment that a direct hit would end him.

[member="Koda Fett"]
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
RANNON



It seemed that conflicts within this Galaxy stretched from Good v Evil, but Fett never was one to care for morality. It was a fickle thing, always in constant flux with each and every action. The Mandalorian's war seemed to be Technology v the Force. In the end, however, it was technology that was always changing, becoming deadlier and deadlier- these force users just couldn't keep up. Many could resist, but as a relentless hunter he never stops. Something Veiere was sure to learn today.

​He launched himself from the tree, pursuing Arenais as he fled from the lethal explosion. The Bounty Hunter hadn't intended on killing the Dark Jedi; maybe he had expected too much, might simply be a case of one's reputation exceeding reality. Fett doubted it. Reputations were in place for a reason. One slip up and he falls victim to the same fate as the dear old departed Jango. Chasing a legacy was never easy, neither was becoming something new when you've been done a dozen times before, and will be repeated after your death. A Fett cycle, maybe.

The jetpack continued to roar was Koda closed the gap, his brown eyes beneath the T-Visor fixated upon the second weapon to slip from his grasp. Disarmament was always the strategy when Jedi were in play. Although, removing their weapons didn't always make them defenceless. The Clone came to a halt, sliding through the dirt as none of the heat effected him through his dense armour. Finding himself on the forest floor once more, grasping at Arenais' blade.

"Give it up." Fett prompted, a Blaster Carbine in one hand and the Kingsglaive in another. Another missile identical to the previous one armed and ready to be fired. Arenais knew Koda needed him alive, but the potential of the extra added fear to his reputation was almost tempting.




[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 
One of two lightsabers and the Kingsglaive had been lost to the Bounty Hunter; [member="Koda Fett"] was tenacious and determined to take his target back to Commenor, back to his wife [member="Lady Kay"]. Part of the Exile almost wanted to give in and allow himself to be removed of Rannon and returned to the one Woman that had stood by him despite all that he had done. Had Veiere not been marked for a live bounty, he imagined that Koda wouldn't be so hesitant to continue to push him in the attack. For all intents and purposes, it would seem his advising Kay to place a bounty on him was proving rather effective; at-least in regards to his being hunted. Whether or not it would prove Commenor's lack of bias and abetting of a wanted Criminal was yet to be determined.

With his last remaining weapon in hand, Veiere activated the secondary Lightsaber once more screaming with the flash of a green blade and a vibrant thrum of power as he stood facing the Bounty Hunter. Were he to lose this weapon then he would have little chance to defend himself appropriately. Not only that, his aggressor was well and truly armed and his stance and show of offensive armaments was nothing in the likes of subtle that his would-be captives have a clear idea of what would be put against them should they ever resist.

"It would seem I've underestimated you..." Veiere spoke aloud for his opponent to hear, his eyes taking Koda in with a studious gaze while he tried to find a weakness in the Hunters tactics. "I cannot willingly submit however knowing that a life of imprisonment awaits me, as well as the likelihood of my family coming under threat because of it..." Commenor had already been invaded once and thus resulted in Veiere's leave and subsequent exile from Systems Alliance Space, "However...Should you leave this world alive with my possessions, return them to my Wife and I'm sure you will be compensated". If not returning with Veiere in hand, he assumed the Bounty Hunter could just as easily declare his death with the weapons as a means of vouching for him; as things presently stood, Veiere was not in the position to make an appearance back home any time soon.
 
The Mandalorian persisted with his firm stance, the dirt that speckled his boots seemingly cemented in the soil he had caused enough damage to already. The muscles within his body tense, ready to strike but further planting himself in the position he currently stood in. That Lightsaber of Arenais was firmly gripped within his left, crush gaunt adorned hand, and in the right his Carbine with an index finger hovering over the trigger- ready to unleash a wave of crimson bolts in the direction of his adversary. It took a certain grit and determination to ascend above the common Mandalorian flock and become something of your own, for there were hundreds of Mandalorian Bounty Hunters, perhaps thousands. Though only one Koda Fett. A unique unoriginal man. He had been done before, and he was to be done again. History had a habit of repeating itself.

It would seem that they had halted their attempts to capture and kill, and instead turned to words. Fett was a sensible man, he knew logic and he knew mercy (albeit a bad practitioner of it). "That 'threat' will always persist, not unless you hand yourself in." He was right, or so he believed. The more Veiere ran, the more trouble was to come of it. Imprisoned? He serves his punishment, the burden is gone, and whilst the trouble continues for some time, it was to ultimately fade. Unless this 'threat' was of a different kind.

"The choice is yours." He offered, "Turn yourself in, or give me that last Lightsaber." A man such as Veiere was likely to have more nobler routes with a sense of righteousness to him, and perhaps was to turn himself in. If not? The Bounty Hunter takes off with those Lightsabers, claiming disintegration.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]
 

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