Rumble In The Jungle Part II: Rematch [Na'Varro vs Keth]

[Aran Finn]

Kashyyyk​

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Wind swept over the canopy of massive wroshyr trees and towards the mountain like an oncoming wave of fear. From where Alen Na'Varro stood, he could see the power it had to shift the boughs of the trees left and right, back and forth, round and round. Below the canopy, in the jungle itself, creatures big and small would have no inclination that the wind even existed. But up here, on the mountain, the wind bit into all that stood before it. Despite his cloak, the Jedi Master was frozen to the bone, and his face felt like ice. His heart remained warm however, both physiologically and spiritually. Where once he had a heart of ice, heart of stone, heart of iron, he was now starting to feel part of the universe again. A universe that his daughter was out there exploring for herself. Na'Varro lived vicariously through her exploits.

The new vicarious nature of his life brought some melancholy with it. Alen would often think of his younger days, the days when he'd actually get out and do something, rather than spending hours teaching Padawans which end of the lightsaber to use. He hadn't been a good man when he was younger, but he had done great things. Fought duels of consequence, slain terentateks and even a L'lotek'k, fought great battles ... many men had counted with him, but none too much. Now he was simply a teacher. The bearded man should have been happy with that, and he was ... but that didn't stop him from thinking of the olden days.

He'd fought on this mountain twice. Raien Keth had almost killed him here, hundreds and hundreds of years ago. More recently, he'd crossed blades with Ket Van-Derveld at this very spot, with a more favourable result. That was why he was here. To remember battles long forgotten, to remember what he had been.

Victory has defeated you.

Na'Varro's ears pricked up, then settled. You're just hearing things, mate. Cut it out before you go insane. But still the unsettling feeling lingered, and if there was one thing the Jedi Master had learned during all of his years, it was to trust his gut.

Something, or someone, approached.

[member="Raien Keth"]​

 

[Raien Keth]

Never think too loudly because sometimes the universe answers you...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xQqFDInc5s​

An ancient site, wind swept the tree branches aside, blowing in the old and out with the new, memories and echoes in their wake, a prelude to the sounds of movement below. Kashyyyk, where the Jedi and Dark Jedi insisted on foiling his experiments, for their own petty selfish reasons, just a few months ago a Master had broken into his laboratory and freed his test subjects, much to the Betrayer’s loathing.

Well this time he’d brought friends, the black biodroids reactivated on Byss, part insect, part man, part droid, hungry for genetic material and expertise to further their number, two hundred in fact scampering up the wooden platforms like man-spiders. They were sweeping over the settlement below, as the wookies awoke to face black faceless biomass in their homes. Sword met blade, and lightsaber cut through bowcaster, screams came first, followed by roars, but it would be too late to save many of them.

Raien stood atop the large trees and bridges, surveying the attack from afar. Why was he doing this, because Kashyyyk had become weak and settled, in the larger scale of things the wookiees could not remain silent, for their balance on galactic events was pivotal in the active role, not the passive. Conflict was their place, their strength added to the certainty and dominance of the Betrayer’s hold on galactic events, no matter their side, a hold which was being established more daily, at least in his own self-absorbed view of the chain of events to follow.

Stood in the spiked form of Krayt’s rebuilt armor, a vong crab interlaced with durasteel, carrying the remaining shards of the one Sith's actual armor. It carried a strong signature with the darkside, the suffering and agony of two former Sith Lords who had worn it, and the countless atrocities they had committed within it, however even that paled to the edge of truth, his saber at his hip which was a relic of its own by now, almost ten thousand fallen to its plasma. A sithspawn Massassi stood with Raien, a hulking great red 8ft tall beast named Traxhanor in partial golden armor, carrying a huge force axe, one of the dozen left from the battle in Krayt’s temple, and the reforging of the Betrayer to walk in the legacy of the dead Sith Lord.

Alen may have come far, but if he sort the old ways here, he would find them in abudance.

~You are as ever, not welcome in my domain, Dark Jedi.~ A domain which extended to all corners of the known galaxy where Dark Jedi were concerned. Raien stated this bluntly through the force, the Dark Jedi were a stain on the universe with no place in the balance of the yin and yang, the opposing forces which made up the whole, absolutes. He considered Kashyyyk his, and the Dark Jedi’s constant meddling in his affairs was to be met with lethal force, for Raien was a man who didn’t just live in the past, he was the past brought to life. He no idea of course Alen had changed, only that his force signature differed slightly, but that mattered not.

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]​

Spoiler

No sub for Traxhanor yet but if you kill him give him a couple of posts cheers. The droids are almost all melee, just a few battles under their belt, but some carry lightsabers.