Duel The Killing Field

[Kaila Irons]

Continuation of: Paschendale, Battle of Mystral Canyon, Serenno...
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Tag: Indra Quin

The sun shone hot that day, Kaila would remember for some time.

Bodies crunched beside her, loyal legionnaires cut down by exotic yet primitive slug-munitions where one would expect to face blasters, instead their armor was burst and crushed. She did her best to protect them, let none say that Darth Anathemous did not reward courage at least, as she targeted the most lethal foes with spears of midnight black or rooted oncoming combatants in place before they were gunned down by the legion.

That was when she noticed the girl.

It wasn't until that red saber cut down one of her own that she bitterly acknowledged her as a threat, assuming a Niman stance.

The false-sith lunged forward, blade held high. Normally when a foe attempted to lure Anathemous in with a feint it had been a low blow to the leg. Kasir, Mystra, and so many more had tried it, reinforcing a pattern of raw battlefield experience. This one was unusual, but telegraphed, enough that she'd not risk the assumption that it was a mistake on the foe's part and die for her own arrogance.

The young Darth leapt back rather than engage the false opening.

While Indra surged forward, executing an uppercut with a hidden dagger, Anathemous would twist on her feet and spin in a near circle, her reversed saber poised to strike the Diarch warrior in her side or back while she recovered from her own lunge, all while the sith's hand shot forward to deliver a powerful telekinetic push, trying to topple the enemy with their own weight.

This attack by the Diarchy would not stand, she would make sure of it.

"You trespass. Sith. I am your reward,"

"This is OUR land!" she spat, voice deep and distorted through a vocal modulator "A few nobles in your pocket changes nothing."

Then with a flick of her wrist, a second lightsaber shot to her free hand.

She would match the invader blade for blade.

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[Indra Quin]

The telekinetic push hit her with staggering force, sending Indra skidding back, but she refused to fall. Her boots scraped across the ground as she fought to keep her balance, muscles straining under the pressure.

The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t enough to break her. Her grip tightened on her lightsaber as she fought to steady herself, drawing a deep breath. She could feel it—the way Kaila’s strength had sent a ripple through the Force, challenging her, testing her in ways she’d never been tested before. But no, she would not falter.

“This is OUR land!” Kaila’s words rang through the air, distorted by the vocal modulator, and something within Indra snapped. Her heart burned with the knowledge that the Diarchy had every right to claim Serenno, and this woman — whoever she was — would not be allowed to take it from them.

With her helmet still firmly in place, Indra’s voice came out cold, yet unwavering. “You trespass, Sith. You speak of land as if it’s yours to steal. You’re nothing more than an invader. The Diarchy will never bow to you.”

Indra’s side ached from the impact of the telekinetic push, but her loyalty was stronger than any wound. She would fight for the Diarchy, no matter the cost. Kaila would see that.

In a blur of motion, Indra surged forward, her lightsaber humming as she advanced with a flurry of precise, incisive strikes. Each swing was sharp and calculated, aiming for Kaila’s defenses with quick jabs meant to pressure her into a mistake. A downward slash, followed by a fast upward thrust, and then a rapid horizontal sweep—all designed to keep Kaila on the defensive, each strike pushing harder than the last.

She didn’t wait. There was no hesitation, no moment of weakness—just the drive to keep pressing forward, to make Kaila feel the weight of her resolve.

And yet, the pain in her side was still there, a reminder of Kaila's power, of the danger she posed. But Indra didn’t slow. She couldn’t.

Her helmeted gaze never left Kaila, not for a moment. Every word, every movement was an affirmation of her cause—the Diarchy would never back down, no matter how powerful her foe might be.

Her breaths came faster now, each one measured, each one a step closer to a reckoning. She will break before I do.

OUTFIT: Modified Optio Uniform |
| TAG: Kaila Irons |
| EQUIPMENT: Indra's Lightsaber, Utility Belt |​

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Indra Quin

Anathemous would tilt her head, watching the girl recover quickly from her fall.

While Indra sought to probe the young Darth's defenses, so too was she observing her, learning how the false sith fought. Aggressive, light on her feet, Anathemous could see that this one was likely an assassin or some sort of bodyguard, not a shield per se, but the kind of woman to eliminate one's enemies before they struck.

But there would be no surprising her.

With her helmet still firmly in place, Indra’s voice came out cold, yet unwavering. “You trespass, Sith. You speak of land as if it’s yours to steal. You’re nothing more than an invader. The Diarchy will never bow to you.”

"Someone needs a history lesson then." she stated coldly.

"We were here first, the tenth empire, now the eleventh. Sith blood runs in the veins of those who rule here, their legacies built on sith credits beside."

Indra lunged into a sudden storm of blows.

Her strike from on high was immediately met a crimson bladed shoto, followed by her violet saber being violently slammed into the thrust with inhuman strength, the artificial musculature flexing along her arms as micro-hydraulics moved to direct the blow away from her body with frightening speed.

Kaila gave no ground, as if Indra were slashing at a castle wall.

Not until her blade swept low, forcing the dark knight to intervene. In a sudden series of clicks and sparks, her saber's hilt extended into a telescopic staff of black phrik to intercept the blow.

"Argh!" she hissed as Indra's blade stopped just short, searing the surface of her skin though it did not sever the limb.

Her retaliation was swift as it was petty, raising her foot as though to step forward, only to stomp her whole weight bearing down at the girl's foot, her own bearing heavy metal for bones and powered-muscle atop well developed legs.

She planned to crush the fleet footed, see how agile this one would be then.

All the while that shoto shot forward and up from below to shank her foe as if they were in some back ally brawl.

Kaila fought with honor, once.

Not here.

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[Indra Quin]

The shoto's thrust came fast — far too fast.

Indra barely managed to twist aside, but not before the blade kissed her helmet with a screech of protesting glass and reinforced durasteel. The crack split across her visor, fracturing her vision into jagged shards. The world became a fragmented mosaic of light and shadow, but there was no time to clear it. No time to fix it. The only option was to fight on.

Pain flared through her boot next, a brutal, crushing weight pinning her foot to the ground. The crushing force of Kaila's armored leg drove her down, anchoring her in place. Indra strained, muscles burning as she fought against it, but the heavy exosuit ground her into the dirt with an uncaring, mechanical precision.

Fear, cold and biting, slipped into her chest.

She's too strong.

The thought hissed through her mind before she could silence it. This woman — this Sith — fought with a brutality and power Indra hadn't expected. It was like trying to cut down a fortress with a dagger. And deep inside her heart, the terrible thought bloomed:

I might fail. I might fail him. I might fail Lord Rellik.

The shame was worse than the fear. She would not be the reason the Diarchy stumbled. She would not disgrace the one who had believed in her.

Gritting her teeth, Indra lashed out. With a quick, snapping movement, she drove her blade low, aiming a sharp, focused strike at Kaila’s leg — not to kill, but to force her to move, to loosen her crushing hold. It was a desperate move, but a calculated one. She needed space. She needed air.

She pushed all the strength she could muster into the blow, her breathing ragged behind the cracked mask. Victory felt far away — but survival, stubborn and vicious, was still within her reach.

She refused to fall.

OUTFIT: Modified Optio Uniform |
| TAG: Kaila Irons |
| EQUIPMENT: Indra's Lightsaber, Utility Belt |​