The End Of The Demon

[Alan]

Tracyn roared a roar that could shatter mountains, before his facial features changed. Blood-soaked face, more of Kaine’s blood than his own, looked downward. A beskad, his beskad, went straight through his armor, cutting through the beskar like butter. He blinked several times, before coming off of the blade. It slid off of him, a sickening sound that only a blade exiting flesh could match. Tracyn looked down at the wound, then up to Kaine. Tracyn knew, right then and there. That this was it. He would bleed out in a moment, die from this mortal wound. He slid off of the black blade, and left it in Kaine’s hands. He glared at Kaine, at first, hatefully, but then, he sort of felt empty. Maybe it was divine intervention, to have some final moments of peace and clarity. He closed his eyes for a moment. He felt hands pulling him, pulling him to the force, to let go of his hate, let go of his anger, to become one with the force, to die, at peace. The most peaceful memory, came to his mind, as his body lingered to the edge. How Tracyn would miss the little things, the small moments that he had taken for granted. Gazing out to the passing stars in his ship, the feel of the beskar on his bare hands, the weight of his armor coming off. The cool breeze on his skin during his morning runs, the feeling of sweat dripping from his body, the gentle blinking in the comfort of a lover. How he would miss all of those things.

And what he would have done, done with all that time, all those second chances. @Cassus, how he could start being a father again. Or at least, try to be. He would miss his wife, Asha. He had lost her before, and now she would lose him- but there was no coming back for Tracyn, no sort of resurrection. No hope for renewal, for revival. For some sort of glimmer of redemption. The Jedi had worked tirelessly, to try and help him redeem himself. No, this was it. This was the end. Tracyn backstepped, facing Kaine. He blinked several times, before speaking softly.

“Vicious, isn’t it? The life that you and I live…So short, so violent. You ever wonder, what could have been? If you hadn’t taken that lightsaber, hadn’t put on that armor, hadn’t said yes? I bet you do. I bet you, somewhere, have regrets. Someone used to hold us when we cried, took care of us when we were small. I wonder if they would still, if they knew what kind of monsters we’d become. Me…a rampaging killing machine who leaves battlefields bloody and battered, and you….I don’t even want to think about what you’ve done. I’ve beaten more people to pulps than I wish to count, but you…You’re a monster. And I may have lived as a demon, but in death…I have never been of more clear and sound mind.”

Tracyn turned, holding the wound at his side. With the last bit of strength in the force he had, he gathered his own lightsaber to his hand. He held it tightly, before turning back to Kaine. There was a nod, and then, Tracyn stepped backwards. He closed his eyes, and felt his body drift peacefully downward. His body slammed into the rocks, his armor and body weight causing a mass of dust, pebbles and mud to slide downward, and eventually, the water. Tracyn, slowly, reached into the pouch at his hip. The coin. The coin that Phylis gave him, was clutched in his hands, and he relaxed his muscles, awaiting for the final physical feeling, the impact.Tracyn was still alive when he hit the water, but when he drifted below, his life force, was snubbed out entirely. It was torn violently, and practically screamed out through the force, due to the sudden disturbance, and the violence at which he died, even he himself felt at peace when he died. There would be no more glory for Tracyn, no more splendorous battles, no more conquests. No more fighting the Sith, no more fighting for the Republic. No more weddings with his brothers, no more jokes with Josh. Nothing. This was the end for Tracyn. Tracyn felt his body swing upwards to the surface for a moment, and he took one final breath, and closed his eyes. The force reached outwards, enveloping the area around him, but then, the energy faded, as he drifted to the bottom of the shadowed lake. Not even the predatory animals in the water dared to come near him, he still had the aura of the killer, even in this state. After he impacted the water, the planet became silent. The giant predators had gathered on the horizon, but dared not approach Kaine. Whoever could kill Tracyn, was truly a man deserving of fear. Kaine, had earned his right to be called feared now, for he had slain the great Tracyn Ordo, albeit, he did not walk away without a significant beating in the process. But the secrets and mysteries of the battle only had to be known to Tracyn and Kaine, and Tracyn was in no position to be telling anyone, anytime soon. Or ever. Kaine would walk away with his trophy, his sword and Tracyn’s blood on it. And he would tell those who knew Tracyn, he would tear their hopes of his survival asunder with a simple display of his sword and his blood upon it.


Tracyn’s body drifted downward, disappearing in the growing darkness of the lake, what little light there was at the bottom of that dark lake.


Silence marked the end of the demon.

OOC:

Spoiler

Tagging all the force-sensitives who Tracyn knew, rp feeling his death if you wish. Or don't. DON'T REALLY MATTER NONE TO ME M8,
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], @[member="Saran Drast"], @[member="Vulpesen"], @Vexander Greaves, @[member="Isley Verd"], @[member="Ordo"], @[member="Ben Watts"], @Iella E'ron, @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], @[member="Darth Avara"], @[member="Carn Dista"], @Kära Vi'dreya, @[member="Hion the Herglic"], @Adamus Straife, @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], @[member="Sochi Ru"], @[member="Kiyala Demont"], @[member="Diana Moridena"], @Aika Kawakimi, @Meta, @[member="Syn"], @Krag (hate you Krag), Selena Halcyon, @[member="Yasuo"], @[member="Vilox Pazela"], @[member="Phylis Alince"], @[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Carn Dista]

Somewhere within the Galaxy, Carn paused abruptly. He ran his fingers through his beard, and then continued on as he was. When asked by a Padawan about his sudden pause, Carn simply remarked that somebody he once knew had found peace at last.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

While in the middle of cooking dinner for his little girl, Thurion was suddenly struck by a feeling he'd wished he would never experience again; that of the death of someone he knew. The image inside his head was that of a great shadow being lifted, revealing within itself a white light shining brilliantly in the empty void. Someone he once knew had returned to his loved one, and she would care for his broken spirit. "Rest easy, Ordo. Asha will take care of you from now on", he muttered to himself before turning and bringing the food he'd prepared over to his little Nina, sitting politely at the table awaiting dinner. "What's the matter, Thurion?" she asked him by settling a hand to his as he poured her a glass of blue milk. "Nothing", he replied with a smile on his face. "Just a friend finally finding the peace he's sought for so long."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

In force shackles, on his way to a Republic gunship to await trial for his treason, Orcus suddenly paused. He felt the death ripple across the galaxy. A death he had had a hand - at least to some extent - in causing. It gave him a moment's pensive pause. Then at last he hummed,

"As ferocious in death as he was in life..."

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran was struck by the loss in the middle of a Dejarik game with Jacobs, passing time in hyperspace. She paused, taking her hands off the controls and walking to a viewport. "Rest in Peace. May you be free in Ashla." When Jacobs followed her, and asked what was wrong, she merely said: "A great man had died."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine heaved a great sigh, and watched Tracyn's body disappear into the watery darkness of the lake. He gingerly toughed the ruined side of his face, wincing in agony before finally turning away and limping back to his ship. He'd need to have heavy repairs done to his mangled face, and a cybernetic to replace his pulped eye. He took the Beskad with him, a trophy of his victory over Tracyn Ordo. He would use it to defile the name of the Mandalorian, and use it against Tracyn's friends and remaining family. None of them must remain if Kaine was to truly destroy him, including the memories of him. For now, he would rest and recover from the fight, and continue to plot.

You can't truly kill a monster.

 

[Phylis Alince]

A long way away, in a tent on some unknown but probably boring world, Phylis Alince jerked away.
A feeling had unsettled her. Not danger, but the feeling of something passing into the Force. Reaching out she saw the image of the body floating in the lake.
@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] was dead.
She sighed and laid back. “Probably for the best,” she said sadly. That was perhaps a little unkind, but it was the equivalent of 3am…he could have at least died when she was awake! That thought made her guilty. People didn’t die to her schedule, they shouldn’t die at all.
“May you find peace if you can, Tracyn,” she said softly, and went back to sleep.

 

[Darth Vazela]

The compressed air of the Obscurity's observational deck cooling system leaked around him, giving the setting an ice cold feeling. Center to the room sat a hooded, darkened figure a top of unnatural throne, created from Sith Alchemy. Arms resting on the sides, Vilox Pazela has his eyes set on space, waiting, pondering, thinking about what he would do next. Out in the middle of the void, lost in the Unknown Regions of space, he had chased Aza'Zoth; and now that he was here, he found himself in stagnation.

As he shifting his way through the murky darkness to find a way back, he felt a disturbance in the force and a sharp pain, from an old injury that had healed long ago. He lifted a hand and moved it into his dark robes, running a finger along the scar from which Tracyn Ordo's Lightsaber had pierced during the Togoria crisis years before. He lowered his hand to the arm rest and cocked his head to the left, his thoughts now on something new, which was refreshing for the Dark Master.

"Disappear into obscurity," he murmured, "And join the insignificant once more, Tracyn."

"Fall."​

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Leaning his head back to the right, the moment passed; and the Dark Master returned to thinking strategy and plotting the downfall of Empires.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala stood on Alderaan allowing her make up attendant to align her makeup perfectly as she readied herself to address her people. And as the final detail was etched onto her face she felt a shudder in the force and a release that Kiyala attributed to the death of one whose path she's crossed before. As a mental picture of Tracyn Ordo was revealed to herself through her prophetic sight Kiyala screamed out loud. She had wanted to face the warrior as he was one of the few who could match her lightsaber skill and general martial skill and now someone had ended him before Kiyala could have gained him as an ally. The makeup artist screamed but Kiyala did not know why but in an outburst of emotion Kiyala had almost sent her flying into a wall. . . . @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna in mid step stopped the silence of one she knew, gone the flicker that was their presence in the force was gone in that moment Rianna mourned for the man who had seemed so lost.

Perhaps now he would find peace, perhaps the demons that haunted him would return to the darkness that released them. Rianna murmured a small prayer, and then continued her duties a littler sadder but in time that would pass.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen twitched, stopping for a moment as he read though his holopad. He had been on another one of his missions and Ace was now staring at his bondmate, wondering what the reaction would be. Their bond had already alerted Ace as to what had happened. Now the wolf wished hew as a future reader, as well as a telepathic. Instead, he simply waited until Vulpesen let out a loud growl. He hurled the datapad across the ship and watched as it shattered agasint the wall. He would have to buy a new one later but that didn't matter now. One could say that Vulpesen had possibly taken the ex-jedi's death the hardest, even if he had only knew Ordo for only a little while. Vulpesen had promised to bring him back and now his failure was complete. It was a bitter sting and it sent his head reeling.

What ifs where everywhere. I should have tried harder. i should have talked to him. I should have- STOP! Ace's voice and bark cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. Making eye contact with his companion, Vulpesen shared a long discussion with the ashlan before finally settling down. "Thanks." The force had its ways and its reasons. Being reminded of this, Vulpesen returned his attention to piloting the ship. No doubt the death would still disturb him, but so did all the others that had happened with him around. it was nothing new and he would simply have to move on. Sending a prayer to the stars, Vulpesen sent Tracyn a few parting words. "Farewell my good friend. May peace find you in the arms of the force."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

Iella have been in a private room meditating, her mind not able to focus as she seemed anxious about something, something even she could not grasp. There is a sense of loss, an event far off in the galaxy that hung in the balance and she is unable to do anything about it.

As she walked for the private room, and into the corridor, a sudden overwhelming severing in the force hit her and she stumbled. Her breath became laboured and she reached for support of the wall. "Tracyn", she whispered, as if trying to call him back, but it was too late, Iella could now sense him that he had joined the force, he is dead. A strong wave of sadness washed over her, she had known him some, and was one of the last people to see him before he left the Temple forever.

She could only hope that he now laid at peace. "Good night sweet Prince, may flights of angles sing thee to thy rest".

 

[Bloodknight]

[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

The man that was once Andreas Wintergreen sat in a large, dark room at the center of The Eye orbiting Hellgotha. He watched the holoscreen in front of him check off completed mercenary contracts as he flipped a vibro-dagger in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the blade was driven through the durasteel table in front of him in a sudden convulsion of rapidly fleeting rage. Tracyn Ordo, the veteran merc felt, had died somewhere distant. Of course he was murdered; men like him weren't the type to accidentally meet their end. Horror gently stroked his goatee with his now free hand. Just like anyone else he knew, Horror had no brotherly, friendly or even remotely warm feelings for the Jedi. But unlike anyone else he knew, Horror could not defeat him in combat. He remembers that day, when he also first met Lucien Cordel and protected his former master against the Jedi. Everything was proceeding according to plan until...
Horror's hand fidgeted towards the spot where Tracyn had pierced his abdomen with his lightsaber. His rapid healing factor had sealed up and fully healed the wound in an hour, leaving no visible scar behind, but it occasionally burned slightly whenever he thought about it. It was just one of the mental scars he had throughout his body, but that in no way lessened the effect. Until then, he was sure that nobody could touch him. That he was the best there is. Horror planned on killing Tracyn himself to reassert himself as the most dangerous man in the galaxy, but it seems procrastination is, indeed, the thief of time.

He immediately began to view surveillance footage from the many cameras he had set around Vendaxa (as it was a common place for him to do big game hunting in his spare time). He had been alerted of combat happening on that planet since it started, but Horror ignored it until now, when he had reason to suspect Tracyn was there. The bounty hunter's predatory yellow eyes shrunk into a squint as he saw a devilish-looking man, an Epicanthix, walked into a ship carrying a beskad drenched in what the mini-screens told him to be Tracyn's blood. He didn't see Tracyn himself, but one didn't have to possess the mind of a Columi to know he had been killed by this Epicanthix.
Dismissing the footage, Horror reached into The Eye's massive database and procured countless information on this Epicanthix. Truly, anyone who could kill Tracyn in one-on-one combat had a life that would serve as a better trophy in his collection.
Flashing images, videos and miscellaneous typed data reflected off of Horror's dark eyes as he grinned with great maleficence.
"Ready or not...Kaine Zambrano"