Showdown

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Dak Canton"] & [member="Hasjo Hallu"] vs [member="Lord Eclipsion"] & [member=Impetus]
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Setting: Utapau

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Hasjo Hallu, Knight of the Silver Jedi Order and Sith Hunter stood at the command bridge of the Consular-class Cruiser. A small gathering of naval officers sat at their posts, fingers tapping away at screens and controls. They had just exited hyperspace after a confrontation with Darth Ferus on Coruscant. They had originally planned to track down the Zabrak, for which Hasjo had a growing history with. Yet, intelligence informed them of two Sith out on Utapau. The Nautolan ran his armoured gloved fingers along the metallic jawline of his helmet. He recalled a duel with Ferus on this planet, before he had become this, he thought before glancing down at his hands. He looked to Dak Canton, unknowing of their shared history, Hasjo spoke to him, echoing the words of people past and gone "Utapau is a world of hiding places."

Hasjo shrouded himself in his arid cloak, hulking across the floor with heavy footfalls. The command ship was otherwise so quiet that one could hear the distinct noise of the life support suits apparatus responsible for pumping his blood. Boom-boom, boom-boom. At his hilt hung a variety of weapons. A exotic Lightwhip, the incredibly rare San-Ni Staff and the more common Lightsaber Pike. Holstered beneath the rags that draped his shoulders was a holster for the DC-17 heavy blaster pistol. He was the aspirant Exotic Weapons Master of the Silver Jedi Order. A title few Jedi had obtained in history. One must struggle for mastery of many forms of combat to achieve such a rank, and thus was the Nautolans life. Surrounded constantly by strange weapons. He glanced to Dak "How good is your aim, you think you can pepper a Sith?"

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Small wisps of dust fluttered in the thick and humid air, as a hooded figure entered a small shop. The clerk lay asleep at his desk, slightly rocking back in his chair. The person frowned underneath the coat, when all of the sudden, a knife was floating in the air. It slowly moved to the clerks neck, as it slowly ran across it, blood now coming out of the wound. He awoke too late, as he then fell back to sleep as soon as he woke up, except this one was an eternal sleep. She walked out of the door, waiting for someone else that should be with her...

[member=Hasjo Hallu]

[member=Impetus]

 

[Nas Vua]

Impetus walked into the shop, visibly agitated by the humid air. He was wearing his breath mask to filter the dust out. His veins were sticking out and his eyes were bloodshot, showing his discomfort. As he walked into the shop, he pulled his hood back and noticed a dead shop owner. Weakling. Impetus walked over to his master, nodding slightly as he waited for her to speak. He didn't know why he was here, only that he'd been summoned.

[member="Lord Eclipsion"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Lord Eclipsion's pupils darted to the left, watching her apprentice walk in. She slightly frowned, as she knew the huge, pale man would stick out. Eclipsion walked over to [member=Impetus] and began talking to the acolyte. " Acolyte, keep a low profile. You already attract enough attention, we don't need anymore." She told him, as she walked out of the back door, into a narrow and grimy alleyway.

[member=Hasjo Hallu]

[member=Dak Canton]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

"What do you think?" I replied wryly, glancing away from the viewports to stare at [member="Hasjo Hallu"].

The dude used to be a Nautolan. Nobody could tell now 'cause he was all suited up in a life support suit, a mask, and a synthetic vocabulator. Freakin' Jedi Vader. We hunted monsters together. Sith monsters. We were pals, of a sort. It had only taken me putting six incendiary bullets in him to do that. I'd watched him burn alive. The image still haunts my nightmares. I was the reason he had to walk around in that life support suit. I'm already a guilt-ridden kinda guy, so this just heaped onto an already substantial pile of all the crap in my closet, but sometimes even lookin' at him sends a knife twist through my gut. I joked around because I knew he wouldn't take it the wrong way. Hasjo is a good man, er, Nautolan.

I stared into his blue visor plates and grinned, then I slid my helmet on. Flickering HUD systems sprang to life across my view. I did a quick scan to make sure my Terentatek-class Commando Armor was in oky-dokey. The armor resembles Republic Commando armor, save that the coloring is black and dark grays. In addition, the armor plates themselves are fashioned from phrik instead of duraplast. Way better protectino. A curt nod signaled my Jedi colleague that we were good to go. I snatched up my CZ-835 LMG from where it leaned against a console and started toward the hangar. Normally the LMG would be fairly encumbering, but at 6'5" and weighing over 200 pounds I didn't slow me down much. Add to that the fact that I'm an Epicanthix and stronger than humans and you've got the full picture. I would be far more mobile carrying the LMG than any human.

My load out for this mission consisted of two pistols strapped to my thighs, one CZ MP and one BTI Ripper, a disruptor pistol in a shoulder holster underneath my left arm, and a big ol' knife in a sheath at my right calf. On my tactical belt I carried three extra mags for the MP and two for the Ripper. I also had another two drums for the LMG. Those were all the things I was planning on going into the fight with, but on the shuttle to take us down to the planet I'd stowed a few more items. One was a disruptor sniper rifle, the other was a BTI Hyperion beam rifle and finally a sonic shotgun in case I had to do sniping, take out armored vehicles, or fight in close quarters. Typical stuff. In addition there were grenades, but I tended to dislike using them because they usually got sent flying back at you if you were fighting a Forcer.

"Let's go," I grunted, gettin' a little antsy, "Never a bad day to kill a Sith."

[member="Impetus"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"What do you think?" [member="Dak Canton"] replied wryly, turning to stare at Hasjo. The Nautolan in his MLSS suit watched him with cold, hidden eyes. He was studying his facial features. Since the loss of many of his headtresses at the hand of the New Order, and now being placed in the MLSS. He was unable to smell pheromones, he couldn't smell the emotions that people felt. Like many, he was now reliant on the man's expressions he gave. It felt primitive in comparison to the way he had naturally detected emotions since birth. He remarked silently on his question of shooting Sith. The computerised voice spoke the words he couldn't mutter, "Were it so easy." Force Users just didn't seem to die like the rest. Hasjo was prepared to die on those temple steps that day. He expected to die. Yet, others had prevented this upon the precipice of death - to his everlasting gratitude. He owed them life services.

Hasjo began his march towards the hanger beside Dak Canton. Each footstep slammed heavy against the metallic surface of the flooring. The ship was silent but for the drone of propulsion drives. It reminded him when he was younger. He had been exploring ancient caves with his uncle. The deeper they got within, the more bats they found until they were surrounded by thousands of them in a large antechamber-like cavern. Hasjo startled them, causing them all to fly. Their flapping winds producing the same drone the engines partook in now. Strange how such noises could bring back vivid memories. He climbed into the cockpit of the shuttle. His fingers flicking switches and twisting nozzles. The vessel burst to life, the cargo hold lightning up with red lumiscence. Hasjo snapped his head when the man spoke "Let's go," Dak grunted, gettin' a little antsy, "Never a bad day to kill a Sith." Hasjo nodded, turning back to grip the joysticks. He called into F.O Trayton, initiating the flight launch. Within a matter of moments, the aircraft was on it's way.

The Nautolan performed a low approach across the smooth landscape. An immense sinkhole fell before them, welcoming them to a city of the strange Utapauns. The Jedi dived down, not only was it greatly wide, but immensely deep. No sunlight could reach the bottom, and thus his eyes were unable to discern it's greatness. Yet the ships scanners had already informed him. He would rather not think about it. He wasn't afraid of heights, but even that could turn the stomach of the hardiest adrenaline junkies. He identified the landing pad and opened a communication link with the local flight officers. Informing them of his approach vector. Hasjo gently guided the ship onto the platform that stretched out over the darkness below. Landing pads finding strong purchase. He could see from the viewport that Utai's scurried forward and Pau'ans lumbered after them. The Jedi nodded to Dak, "Let us not waste time. I'll meet you outside, en case you need to prepare," he said, doubting he needed anymore preparation. But with the amount of weapons on board, you never knew.

Lar Fay approached the much shorter man in the durasteel suit. The Pau'an bowed wide with two open arms, his spine bent. "I am Lar Fay. To whom do I have the pleasure? Young Jedi" he asked. The Pau'ans were a naturally long living race, and many assumed the short life spans of others. The Nautolan bowed likewise with the tilt of his head, speaking "I am Hasjo Hallu. A Knight of the Silver Order."
"What brings you to our remote haven?"
"I have reason to believe a Sith is here. By your kindness, I wish to investigate."
Lar Fay nodded to this news, clearly made uncomfortable by the dire news. His people had suffered much at the hands of the Sith. Lar bowed, the long purple sleeves of his robes scraping along the ground. "Young Jedi, please investigate with haste. Your news bodes poorly with me. I wish not disaster upon my people."
"You have my deep gratitude, Lar Fay," Hasjo returned the nod. He moved back to the ship where a group of Utai were refuelling the shuttle, which was unnecessary. He welcomed their appreciation regardless.

@[member="Lord Eclipsion"]
@[member="Impetus"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Eclipsion walked out of the alleyway, entering a packed and humid spaceport. She sensed the light feeling that was apart of the Jedi, as she gazed at the location of the robotic Nautolan. The Knight turned to [member=Impetus] , as she began talking. " Keep your guard, there are Jedi here." Eclipsion jerked her head in the direction of the other pair, as she began walking towards their location.

[member=Hasjo Hallu]

[member=Dak Canton]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Turns out, I didn't need much time at all. There wasn't a whole lot of room to do any sniping around here and the fighting wouldn't be too close quarters. In fact, right now it was fairly open. Granted, there wasn't a whole lot of room to maneuver what with the edge of the sinkhole being right there and all, but the platforms were open enough for the LMG to be pretty effective. I hefted the CZ LMG and slung its sling over my shoulder before carrying it in front of me in the patrol ready position.

I rolled out of the shuttle, raised an eyebrow at the Utai mechanics, and nodded to my creepy friend as he came back toward me, just leaving a conversation with the creepier Pau'an. Those guys are creepos if I ever saw. I glanced sidelong at the Jedi. He was pretty hard to read given that he was already an alien species who communicated mostly through headtails. Now that he was in a life support suit that made his features a slab of metal and electronics? Forget it. Made me a little uncomfortable.

My hand moved down to my belt and I unclipped a Jedi saberstaff that I'd taken from the Temple. The owner had escaped. The blade was a cool thing. Instead of one laser sword it had two at either end. I had no idea how to use one of these things and honestly, carrying it around made me sick. I extended the hilt to [member="Hasjo Hallu"].

"Took this off a Jedi at the Temple. I, uh, don't want it anymore. Thought you should have it."

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo watched [member="Dak Canton"] closely, he held out an elongated hilt of a lightsaber. Double-ended. Dak said to Hasjo, "Took this off a Jedi at the Temple. I, uh, don't want it anymore. Thought you should have it."
The Nautolan curled his gloved hands around the hilt. Unsure who it had once belonged to. It mean't great sentiment to a Jedi once, and it would continue to have meaning. This was the life of a Guardian in his hands. Hasjo nodded his thanks to Dak, "Many blessings be upon you. This is a most gracious.. gift." His back was turned to the approaching [member="Lord Eclipsion"], and her presence went momentarily unnoticed. Hasjo waved his thanks to the retreating Utai, having finished their job. He glanced back to Dak with appraisal, clipping the Saberstaff to his hilt to reside with the other weapons in his array. The both of them together were a walking armoury. One of blasters and slug throwers, the other of lightsabers. The Nautolan inexplicably tensed. He felt it. A familiar presence that he knew too well. It was close, and getting closer. The Dark Side permeated from this being, and another one was with her. Unknown to him. He shot a look to Dak, his helmet masking the facial emotions that plagued his face. There was a certain anxiety about the Nautolan now, but he steeled himself. Resolved his courage. He stiffened his posture, raising his head high with dignity. He would not be another lowly slave to the New Order, to be interrogated and tortured. Not again. This woman had took so much from him. Even Jedi were capable of wanting revenge. But it was not the Jedi way, and he would never get it. He would make sure that he wouldn't. He was here to arrest her - and if she refused. Well, all four of them knew what would happen. His voice cut through the atmosphere of the spaceport, some Utai and Pau'ans looking their way, "You're under arrest. Sith."

@[member="Impetus"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Suddenly, the distracted and bustling crowd froze, as they constantly began turning to one another, as they searched for who would be the Sith. A couple of screams echoed around the area, until a Wookie pointed at the tall, husky and pale figure of [member=Impetus]. Eclipsion frowned, when she realized she had heard the voice before. She gripped the handles of her lightsaber, as she gazed at the robotic man. " Hmm. What happened to your body, Knight?"

[member=Hasjo Hallu]

[member=Dak Canton]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

My eyes glanced past the Sith to the citizens beyond. They all needed to leave. Now. Innocent people getting caught in the good guys' crossfire is the type of stuff that Sith eat for breakfast. Not on my watch.

"Civilians, evacuate the area!" I called out, voice slightly muffled by my helmet.

The startled screams turned into a full on stampede as people fled the area, hopefully moving somewhere far away from here.

The butt of my light machine gun snapped up to my shoulder almost of its own accord. The action was smooth and familiar. I couldn't tell you how many years of practice I'd had doing this. Too many. My past isn't all Space Unicorns and Rainbows. I have a familiarity with war. Not exactly proud of it, but somebody needs to get their hands dirty killing the bad things in the galaxy. I guess I got the lucky number.

"Shut up," I growled at the Sith. "You heard the Jedi. Hands on your head."

I centered the targeting reticle of the LMG's reflex sight around the Sith's center of mass. Didn't really matter though, given that I was using a machine gun with a 90 round drum magazine that would spit out over 200 round per minute. I could paint the Sith with so many rounds that Ki Adi Mundi would be thankful to go down the way he did.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Impetus"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Dak growled at the Sith. "You heard the Jedi. Hands on your head." Hasjo moved forward, his armoured hands brushing the cloak off his shoulders. The dirty brown fabric bundled on the ground. His hand curled around the metallic baton at his hip, unclipping it. The Nautolan threw a nod to [member="Dak Canton"] over his shoulder. The Jedi Knight began to encircle the Sith, he answered her, "What happened to me is none of your concern." He hissed at her, "Sith." There was clear history between them, and great tension. The Sith Hunter had been defending a Silver Order laboratory on Orto Plutonia, where the New Order attacked. Hasjo was apart of the meagre defence, the troopers had become overwhelmed. The Nautolan was winning the fight with [member="Lord Eclipsion"], that was until another joined the fight. He had become momentarily distracted, he miscalculated an attack and paid for it dearly. He began to pace, appraising her. She was stronger than before - but so was he. The Exotic Weapons Master slid his left hand back to his hip, grasping the DC-17 Heavy Blaster Pistol. He pulled it out and raised the gun towards her. "Hands on your head" he ordered her. With a pistol in one hand, and a baton in the other, he awaited her response.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

(What sucks about this is [member=Impetus] has stopped posting, so my back-up is in a coma.)

Lord Eclipsion smirked at [member=Hasjo Hallu] and [member=Dak Canton] as she slowly put her hands behind her head. Her pupils darted to her left, eyeing a metal box. It silently lifted up from the ground, as her fingers gripped around the handle of her lightsaber. Suddenly, she swung her hands from behind her head, stopping with her lightsaber activated in front of her. The boxes flew in front of her, as she began charging forward at the pair, a devilish glint in her eye.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Hasjo's move was smart. It put him a little to my left and gave me a clear line of sight on the target, but also meant the Sith chick had to face two of us situated with different angles of attack. The Sith came straight at us. Well, she came straight at one of us, anyway. Can't exactly charge two people who aren't standing next to each other.

"Engaging!" I yelled.

Suddenly, several crates whipped up in front of the Sith, held by invisible fingers. Agh. Freakin' space magic. Did I mention how much I hate Forcers? The crates were right in my line of sight. Of course they were. I bet that's exactly what she intended. I lowered the barrel and opened up on the Sith. 5.56mm FLARE slugs barked from the muzzle with a squeeze of the trigger. The hollow rounds are filled with two suspended pyrophoric gels. When a slug impacts a target it ruptures the suspension keeping the gels apart, causing them to burst into flames. A few incendiary rounds could set a person on fire.

The Sith wanted to know what had happened to [member="Hasjo Hallu"]'s body? Those were what happened. And she had ten and counting coming right for her legs.

I bet on her jumping to avoid the slugs coming at her legs. Raising the gun, I squeezed the trigger and sent four rounds right at the top of her head. If she jumped while dodging the bullets humming toward her leg, then she'd get some rounds in her body. If she didn't, well... getting shot in the head still isn't very ideal, y'know?

[member="Lord Eclipsion"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Lord Eclipsion"] | [member="Dak Canton"]​

Hasjo tightened his finger over the trigger as she moved to pull out her lightsaber. He pulled against the trigger seven times, spending the magazine. The heavy blaster pistol sent out seven globs of plasma towards her torso with haste. He holstered the pistol, placing his hands on either side of the fifty centimetre baton. He twisted, then pulled them apart. A ten centimetre long stun prod then sprang from each end of the staff, and two high-voltage power couplings would crackle to life in between the three pieces. Activated, the baton tripled in length to one-hundred and fifty centimetres. The electrical discharge was powerful enough to shear off limbs, cook flesh, and even a near miss would give severe burns to an enemy, the wielder however seemed to be shielded from this, through the use of miniature heat sinks. One man had once commented that it appeared like a three-prod electrical nunchuck. Although quite longer. The weapon itself was incredibly versatile and exotically rare. Few ever knew how to master it, Jedi and Sith alike. Thus it also made it increasingly difficult for non-users of the weapon to defend against it.

The Nautolan launched himself towards her on her flank. He tried to utilise the power coupled staff to keep his distance from her, so that Dak would maintain a degree of zero friendly fire. The suit was heavy, and it had prevented him from utilising his complete array of flexibility as a species without a vertebrae, but it didn't seem to impede him. He was stronger than two men, and moved with relative ease in the suit, whilst he could still perform his mastery over the Art of Movement. He bent his torso low, diverting his body left. His feet kicking off the ground, spinning. He seemed to gain a greater height as he leapt through the air this way. Manoeuvring out of the way of the metallic boxes path. He landed with a heavy thud, rolling forward to whip the staff in an arc for her legs, the electricity whining loudly in the air. Electrical discharges snapping outwards.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

As the various bullets, slugs and shells sped towards her, she slammed the boxes on the ground, as she began sliding, barely avoiding the molten fire heading for her torso. But, the speedily, silver blur that was Hasjo Hallu. The baton slammed into her left hand, extremely burning the flesh, nearly to the bone. Eclipsion howled in pain, but she was a creative fighter, and ingenuity would help her now. The Knight swung her lightsaber downwards, as catching the end of the weapon. She managed to get the blade under the baton, as she tried yanking it away from the Nautolan, flipping backwards so gravity would take care of most of the work. While the energy sparked in the air, on the other front, using telekinesis, she sent the shards of one shattered and singed box spiraling at Dak Canton at inhuman speeds, almost too fast to dodge.

(Sorry for taking so long to reply, your tags weren't working!)

[member=Hasjo Hallu] [member=Dak Canton]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

(Do you mind if I bring [member=Melakoth Tyrin] into this?)