Relics of the Past

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Atrisia. A planet on the on the outer edge of Galactic Alliance space bordering that of the First Order. It was here that a particular individual that was far out of his time found himself in after having been woken from a carbonite prison. A lone clone trooper would disembark from Koda Fett's ship, clad in battered and scratched Phase II Clone trooper armor, something that no one recognized as it was a design used over 800 years ago. The clone, known as Kandosii Manda sported a large pack as well as a few large bags slung over his shoulder as he wandered through the starport on his way to a cantina on the outer edges of the city limits to grab himself his first drink in a long, long time. He needed one after all with the whole concept of being thrust into an unfamiliar future. Of course there was another reason he had to visit Atrisia specifically, but that was for something to be discovered later.​

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[member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

The last few days had been interesting, the search for her mother turning up a dead end, but in place of that a potential new student to train falling in place, a young Twi'lek slave hoe had shown herself to be force sensitive. Upon freeing her the slave almost begging to be taught by Kurenai which was a nice thought, but by the force was she very persistent, though such was offset by their rather *ahem* lewd taste in clothing. Regardless the Dark Jedi master needed some time off, deciding to come into town and leave her student with Great Grandmother for the time being, hoping to sleep in her own home tonight.

Walking through the street Kurenai wore her old Operator Class armour, many signs of battle planted over its body, almost to the point where one would wonder how it's user was still alive. Well the answer was 'vampire power' but no on needed to know that, besides she could always just brush it of and say it belonged to someone else unfortunate to no longer be around. Walking through the bustling crowds the veteran mercenary slowly made her way towards the nearest cantina to her house, coincidentally the same one that was near the main space port, herself unaware of the lone clone trooper.


[member="Kandosii Manda"]

 

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Atrisia, Core World

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| Seedy cantina |

Kandosii would have left his parting gift with Koda as he had left a tracker hidden on the bounty hunter's ship. While there was no malicious intent behind the gesture, it would give Kandosii a way to keep in touch and know where his brother was regardless if he was in a pinch. He checked his holomap as he made his way to the nearest cantina, arriving far before another individual who hailed from around the same time as he did would. He hauled his gear on his back as he kept his helmet on. Based off his conversations with Koda and getting some information, his face was not particularly welcome as the Galactic Empire still utilized Fett clones, but his armor would not distinguish him as one to those around him.

As Kandosii entered the cantina, his arrival would catch a few glances given his strange armor leading most to assume he was some sort of bounty hunter or soldier, albeit standing out with his white and gray trimmed armor. He'd make his way over to a table in the back, ordering himself a drink before taking his stuff with him. He'd sit himself down, his back facing the entrance as he lifted his helmet off his head, letting the low level lighting conceal his features as his helmet was set down on the table, the visor facing the doorway. He didn't think much of it, but his helmet would most certainly catch the attention of a particular individual who would later arrive.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

With each nearing step her destination came closer, soon the sound of music and laughter entered the woman's heightened senses as she approached the bar, the scene of food and other consumables wafting into her nose, 'perhaps some dinner would be in order, blood does not always state my apatite'. Walking through the door Kurenai received the same stares the last person did, though in turn herself giving them back, people around her knew who she was, just never before had many seen the woman decked out in such battle worn armor. During her scan of the room though her blue eyes fell upon a helmet, a very old helmet, one that sent a small shiver up her spin, it's cold, dead black slit eyes staring into Kurenai's body making her freeze up a bit, right in front of the mans table.

She wanted to move, but, just could not, like a wild animal staring down a racing speeder as it rapidly advanced towards it's target, 'w-what is somthing like this doing here? why does it look so clean'? Slowly her eyes move up to the person sitting at the table, the armor, the marked but memorable armor and... that face, that identical face, but this person was not from the Galactic Empire, no this was, "A clones". Her voice was cold and apathetic, hand clenching tightly, eyes flashing a brilliant yellow, "CLONE"!!

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Atrisia, Core World

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| Seedy cantina |

Kandosii would silently be contemplating to himself as he looked over the holonet to catch up on current events, simply taking his time as he was slowly trying to stomach all that had been happening for eight hundred or so years worth of information. He'd scroll through the net with one hand as he would occasionally raise his glass to his lips, taking small sips of his drink as he sighed appreciatively. Good to know that he was able to quench his thirst with some alcohol. He had been parched dry ever since he was released from his carbonite prison.

Seeing as he was a newcomer, some of the patrons were feeling it was a good time as any to see what the Fett clone with strange armor was made of, in particular, a Rodian who walked up to him as he leaned over his table and leaned in, " You've got some nifty lookin' gear there friend, what's in the bag? " As the Rodian reached down for some of the duffels that held his weapons and equipment in an attempt to try and pilfer his items, Kandosii had set his glass down as he elbowed the Rodian in the chest while they were bending down before ramming his shoulder into the alien. Despite his seated position, Kandosii had knocked the wind out of the Rodian and sent him sprawling several feet away with the minimal movements as most patrons just turned away believing it to not be worth the trouble.

As the Rodian staggered to their feet and hobbled off Kandosii would go back to reading the news, like a man reading a paper while occasionally sipping from his glass. It wouldn't be long before he would be accosted by another individual who had yelled out clone. He'd turn his head off to the side before looking over his shoulder, glass still in hand as he eyed the female who had just entered and yelled out Clone like some lunatic before he shrugged and turned his back to her. He was an ARC trooper made commander and had the entirety of the Clone Wars and some experience fighting the Galactic Empire. What's the worst a woman like her could do to him?

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Was that how he was going to treat her? just a shrug and back turn? why because she was a woman or because this man was a clone, a typical stuck up clone trooper that though he was better then anyone else, just the same as all those she met in the past, but be their Mandaloiran blood and that made her pissed, more so then already. 'This time will be different, I will not cower away, I will not run, I will get pay back, even if you where not apart of order 37 you are a clone, meaning you took part in order 66 and served the Empire which brought untold destruction upon the galaxy'. Drawing her combat knife, sicking a firm foot in the ground Kurenai lunched off the floor, attempting to spear tackle the clone into a nearby table, it would probably not do much but it would send a message that she mean business and was not some wannabe mercenary. She had been in hundreds of wars, thousands of battles and at this point in time may very well have a few hundred kills to her name, she was a Master not someone to simply pass off, but what would you expect from a non-froce user.

[member="Kandosii Manda"]

 

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Atrisia, Core World

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| Seedy cantina |

Kandosii was a simple man. He didn't ask for much, especially after being unfrozen from carbonite ever since the Galactic Empire first came into existence. All he wanted was a drink and some time to think to himself on how he would proceed to fit himself into such a vastly different galaxy than from what he remembered. As he turned his back to Kurenai he would knock back the rest of his drink as he held the glass up in his hand, observing it intently as he turned it in his hand. The only real action he took from the rather angry looking woman rudely calling him out was setting the device he was reading from down on the table to free up one hand.

As Kurenai took on an aggressive stance and drew a knife out, Kandosii would glimpse her reflection in the glass he held, having already gauged the distance from the entrance to where he was sitting in the far back of the cantina after he had walked in. Shotgun or DC-15S? He thought to himself; he could have easily pulled one of the two out of his bag next to his seat and fired at the woman before she even got close. No, too many civilians, not worth the mess. He paused as she was in the process of launching herself at him.

By the time Kurenai was roughly halfway to reaching Kandosii, he'd swiftly grip the glass in his right hand and toss it behind him, directly at her like a baseball while reaching for his DC-17 pistol strapped to the right of his waist with his free left hand. The weapon had already been set to stun as it was quickly unholstered and poking its barrel from underneath his right arm**, firing a series of stun shots at the rather rude and angry lady that had decided it was a good idea to attack an ARC trooper for no reason whatsoever.

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[Kurenai Yumi]

While charging at the clone a small warning came through the force, indicating an incoming projectile, what more though the person was face, the reaction time being much greater than a regular human, they had to be a clone, the ones trained from birth with rigorous programs. Still she was faster, the force, natural abilities and year of battlefield training anticipating the incoming attack with ease, grasping the glass in hand, flinging it back at her opponent, intercepting the first blaster stun ring as it was shot very half haphazardly under the soldier’s shoulder.

With the first shot intercepted Kurenai had more than enough time to doge left, avoiding the other shots aimed at her, proceeding to toss one of her combat knifes** at the man, keeping up the charge. Making her way around the clone Kruenai's feet planted into a nearby table, pushing off the piece of furniture, continuing the attempt to spear tackle the clone trooper. Yes, she could have used the force, her saber or a gun, but no, she had to prove that these soldiers where not invincible, their skill probably being similar now, though anything could happen.


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[member="Kandosii Manda"]

 

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Atrisia, Core World

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| Seedy cantina |

Kandosii shifted his body as he slipped out of his seat to avoid having a combat knife thrown at him, the knife whizzing by as it impacted the seat opposite of his both. He gets down on the ground with one knee as he levels his DC-17 pistol in both hands for better accuracy. The sidearm would be ready to spit out several more bolts at Kurenai. However, she was a lot faster than Kandosii had given her credit for and didn't have the time to adjust his aim for steady shots. He'd swiftly drop his sidearm as he raised his arms up to combat the incoming woman.

Kandosii's eyes tracked the woman's movements as she fast approached him, having better gauged it now that he was looking directly at her. Luckily for him, he was skilled in hand to hand combat, having sparred with his brothers on numerous occasions, particularly Doubles, or as he was better known now as Koda. The former ARC trooper turned guerrilla fighter was not someone to be trifled with, even against Force Sensitive individuals. His eyes track her as she darts around, making a very telegraphed gesture as she was launching herself off a nearby table.

His body would jerk off to the side to avoid the spear tackle lunge. She was a lot larger than he thought, but he still held the weight advantage against her, using his rear arm to try and grab the wrist of the knife-wielding arm as it was thrown at him while using his leading arm to try and grab her by the collar of her clothes, turning his body for a throw in a single fluid action, using his firm stance for better footing.

She was in the air without any clear way of manipulating her position as she jumped at him. All he simply had to do in this situation was use her momentum against her with his stationary stance to throw her in the opposite direction from where she was coming from. Simple enough right?

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

The clone was much more nimble then she gave him credit for, side stepping her attack with apparent ease, more so then a regular clone trooper, his actions, way of moving, it was much more refined then other clones she had seen, it was similar to that of another clone she had met. 'This man, he must be an ARC... good', it would mean the man would be able to put up a longer fight then his brothers, but ultimately would be unable to win, if not by being beaten just worn out. Surprising though the clone did not simply let Kurenai pass and slam into some furniture, no the solider had decided to try and use the woman's momentum against her, not a bad move, but by grasping onto her arm Kurenai could then counter attack. This clone would soon find out his opponent was far stronger then the eye could tell.

As the mans grasp folded around her wrist Kurenai slipped her combat knife into the other, locking the clone trooper in a monkey grip like hold, proceeding to plant her back right heel into the ground as the connection tightened. "You will have to try harder then that clone", she growled at a loud squeaking sounded echoed through the bar, her combat boots gripping the floor as she slowed down, but in no way stopped. In that next second Kurenai changed her direction of travel, pulling with a rather shocking strength on the mans arm, aiming to pulling forward and into a nearby support strut that helped hold up the second story of the establishment.

[member="Kandosii Manda"]

 

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Atrisia, Core World

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| Seedy cantina |

Kandosii's eyes were focused on the woman's hands, making sure to keep track of where that knife was at all times. It would only take a few well-placed stab to throw off his fighting groove and put him at a severe disadvantage in this brawl. She had played right into his grip, but she seemed ready enough to act in response to it. Several patrons would get up and out of their seats, carrying their drinks off with them to avoid them having their tables smashed in. A few gathered as spectators as it became evident that a brawl would break out between the two that would likely end in a dead person and free loot. But it was obvious to both Kandosii and the man that neither of them would come out of this dead.

Kandosii' held the superior stance and weight advantage on the woman, being in a kneeling position whilst planted firmly on the ground. His hand on her arm would reach out to grab at the wrist wielding the knife and keep it in a position to keep it from stabbing either him or her in an attempt to control both her wrists. When it came down to a test of raw strength, Kandosii would hold the clear advantage, though the woman he was struggling to keep from stabbing him was definitely a handful, especially as far as some individuals he had fought in the past went.

As the woman had suddenly changed direction in an attempt to pull him forward and into a support strut, the large Clone would simply push out his foot that was planted firmly on the ground, making it nigh impossible unless the woman had superhuman strength to physically pull him past his anchored foot from a kneeling position. If it was worth anything, it would be clear that the Clone had no intention of trying to harm or kill the woman otherwise she would have been dead had he gotten a solid grip on her. He certainly wasn't going to make it easy for the woman to try and kill him though.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

She was not sure why the clone attempted to grasp her knife, most likly he did not know about the deadly nature of the seemingly simple devices, probably because the weapon was a ballistic styled blade. The Nastrici knife was a dangerous weapon, having an explosive payload in the blade, just a simple touch and boom, no more chest cavity, not something she would want to use when killing was a no go. As such as the clone attempted to wrestle control of the blade she quickly slid it back into it's sheath, turning her full attention back to throwing the man across the room. At this point the dual had kind o shifted to a test of strength between the two, seeing which combatant could dislodge the other.

Kurenai's muscles began tighter as she began to pull with force on the clones arm, quickly reaching the capacity of a normal human, even one that had been training their entire life, but she was not human, she was a vampire. More that that Kurenai was a member of the Ike family one of the most powerful vampire family's in the galaxy, some man around 100kg, more then capably of being flung around by someone such as her. As her muscles worked overtime as her vampiric powers came out, pulling on the clones are with strength to rival a veteran Wokkie warrior, Kurenai herself letting out a small battle cry as her body twisted, putting an huge amount of torque behind the move.

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