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We should've stayed on the other side of the bar.

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
The derelict freighter was free-floating through space, life supports systems still stable somewhat, but gravity was malfunctioning. It was dark, darker than he would like it to be. He was wearing his Beskar'gam again, the Dashi armor left in his ship. The danger of the ship made him weary. He wasn't wearing the helmet however, that would block out some more of the important senses.

However, there was a deeply troubling disturbance in the area, someone he had met before, due to it's familiarity. A long time ago, actually. He looked around, and then it came to him. He clucked his tongue and leaned his head back. He was wrong, a while ago."You know, even for a Sith, you have some really kinky places to do it again at." He said, reaching for his lightsaber, his crushgaunted hands wrapping around the lightsaber. Tracyn was indeed wearing his crushgaunts again, something he hadn't done since he had re-join the Jedi, which raised some serious questions about his allegiance to the Jedi.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
"Hey, as much as I'd love to try the scene from 'Moonrazer' with you, I'm more a fan of utilizing gravity, okay?" Pandeima floated into view across the hall, her exquisitely astute twin lightsabers clipped to her belt, the leather two-piece outfit making her look a bit like Maris Brood. "You joined the Jedi, I see... Same way I joined the Sith. If you're going to be a Forcist, do you really want to do this while we're floating around like a kid's balloon at Hologram Fun World?"

She was tensed, at the top of her game and eager to test her skills against him if he chose to proceed in this conflict.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
The Basilisk war-droid, face-crushing Mandalorian Super Commando stared at her for a moment, before flicking his lightsaber to activation. He curled his opposite hand up in a crushgaunted fist, a powerful fist at that. He stared her down for a moment, before placing his heavy metal feet against the wall, and leapt at her, slashing at her body in a diagonal pattern, giving her no retort to her moonraker comment, and simply a war cry in response. She would deflect it, surely, but he was now starting the fight. And he had lots of room to play with.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
As he lept at her, Pandeima simply smiled, letting herself float back towards the wall. When Tracyn was within a meter or so of her, she focused with the Force, using it to push the Mandalorian back and away from her body, his strike not yet hitting her.

Of course, the aftereffect was that she flew back too, her feet stopping her as she clanged against a wall of the freighter. "You know, this would be a lot more fun with us in the sack."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
The wall gave way as Tracyn slammed into it, and the darkness followed him. The lights went out as Tracyn faded into blackness, his lightsaber deactivating. He floated around for a moment, the darkness concealing him. There was a terrifying roar from the black hole like area Tracyn fell into. After a moment, Tracyn attempted to force pull Circe into the pitch blackness of the room. It was hard to see him, thanks to the darkness and the darker color of his armor.

Tracyn would hold out his arm, attempting to clothesline Circe if she was pulled into the dark, cafeteria like room.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
The push was effective in hurling Tracyn away, through a wall of the freighter in fact. A groan was heard from the ship, and Circe smiled, only to find herself getting pulled towards the dark hole. She continued to float inside with a forward roll, only intensifying the impact of the clothesline. He would hear a snap as Circe intentionally moved her boneless neck into a position to simulate its having been broken. "Agh... Why... did you do that?"

Slowly though, as she reached a hand out and ran it along the wall, snagging what was some sort of handle or hook to keep herself from floating away in zero-g, she focused, one of the lightsabers silently sliding off her belt and through the dark room, stealthily maneuvering around Tracyn and slipping behind him. She had plans, and would of course bring the weapon back to her were he to detect it in the room that felt as though it were from a pitch black planet.

"It hurts, Tracyn... Help me..."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
Tracyn wasn't a fool, especially to notice someone who he was constantly watching. In fact, it was more difficult for her to see him. He smiled, and then forced himself downwards and further into the pitch-black ship through the hallways, leaving his lightsaber in the air. He activated it, letting it float through the air, making it seem like he was lying in wait. He went deeper into the ship, to a cargo-bay like area, with debris floating around. The dim blue light of his lightsaber did little to illuminate the area. He hid on top of a floating cargo crate, his crushgaunted hands lying in wait. He needed to turn this into a nasty, hand to hand fight, as quickly as humanly possible.

He also didn't respond to her remarks, seeming very nonchalant about the entire ordeal.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
With a soft smile, Circe eyed the lightsaber. Its illumination rather clearly revealed that now, no one was holding it. And that was precisely what she needed to know - bringing it to her hand with a Force Pull of her own, she deactivated it, breaking it apart with the Force into its individual components, those of which she stored in her outfit. He wouldn't be retrieving his weapon any time soon.

"You're on the wrong side of this conflict, Tracyn..." She stated this as her focus on the White Current grew, shrouding herself, immersed in the flow of the Force as she silently floated towards the prominent Force presence she sensed. Soon, she would be almost directly behind him, and when she was, the illusion would drop as the pair of sabers she held centimeters from his lower back activated. Her goal was not to kill him - no, she knew he was a too good a man to kill - but to critically wound him to such a point that he would be incapacitated. Then she could get him and her off this derelict freighter and back to Serpena, where it was safe.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
There was something disturbing in the fact that he could no longer sense Circe. He snarled at the fact that white current was something she knew. He moved away, and reached to his wrist. Despite being a Jedi, Tracyn still kept his super commando armor, jet pack and all. And more importantly, a flamethrower.

He dropped downwards, turning in zero gravity as the flames erupted from his wrist, creating a gyroscope like shape of flames, ones that were hot enough to burn through mostly anyone.

"Cheap tricks." He said with a snarl, moving to the floor.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
She smiled, but when he span to utilize his flamethrower, she focused with the Force, pulling herself away from him as she waited for the flamethrowers to run out of napalm, or whatever he was using for fuel. Her voice seemed to echo about the room.

"Stop it, Tracyn! I have no idea what state of the life support is on this hulk. If you burn all the oxygen up, we both die."

Then she reappeared and shoved another Force Push at him, hoping to slam him through yet another wall.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
Tracyn was more prepared for the next attack, landing on his feet against the wall. The wall dented as he went into it, and he grinned up at Circe as he moved his hands upwards, harnessing the force into his hands. He pulled a great deal into it, and then morphed it into his body and muscles.

He leapt at Circe, a blur of motion and speed. One fist went for her face, and the other went to grab her by the collar to throw her or use his crushgaunts to block an incoming lightsaber attack.

"You should have let me keep the blade, you would have been safer that way." He said with a low, menacing growl.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
Oddly enough, it was his fist that saved her. In the zero-gravity environment, it was difficult for her to move, but the result was his fist impacting her in the right shoulder. The impact sent her flying, meaning that his grab only hit thin air - but the result was her bouncing around the room like a pinball, gaining speed until she flew out through the hole in the room and slammed into the far wall, creating a sufficient dent. Noticing a powered-down door, she raised a hand and began to focus, a shower of lightning flowing from her fingers at the nearby cords. The door was slowly energized, opening enough for her to climb underneath, awaiting Tracyn's arrival. In preparation of that, she began to ardently focus on a mental push, one she would unleash on Tracyn's mind when he cut through the partially opened door, or slid underneath.

"Some boys never know when to quit, do they..."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
Tracyn didn't exactly go under the door, he literally went through it, using the fact that it was powered down and the fact he was moving quickly with not a lot to slow him down. The mental attack didn't even slow Tracyn, infact, it didn't bother him at all. As Circe was focusing on trying to get into his mind, Tracyn floated up to her, and grabbed her by the face, and went to go drag her face-first to the nearest wall.

Having an amulet of Tel'ra was useful a lot.

And being extremely gifted in hand to hand and killing people helped too. Tracyn growled a menacing growl, a thing that could deter a vicious beast as much as any human could. "You were a lot cuter when you weren't sith." He said, snarling.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
Grabbing her was a mistake, though. Particularly since he wasn't wearing a helmet, or any other sort of face mask or protection. As his hand wrapped around her face, she brought her right arm up, pointed her limb at his own face(specifically his nostrils and mouth, and grew it.

Of course, considering the position she was in, there weren't exactly any other places for the vine-like growth of her upper appendage to go, and as such, they(the finger-vines) began to force their way into his nose and mouth. As they did so, they rooted themselves in place by growing to their maximum size, applying tremendous pressure on his upper throat, lower jaw, and nostrils. Her other arm grew as well, entangling around his spare arm while also constricting somewhat about the arm whose hand was currently clamped to her face. To add to the entanglement, she wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing down upon the flexible lower joints as she leaned back, attempting to pull away from his hand.

"Let go, give in, and we can move along with our lives. I'll even let you keep your lightsaber. Minus the power cell, of course."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
There was something that snapped inside Tracyn at that moment, empowering his body with a powerful battle rage. He snarled through his nose, and moved his hand, using his superior strength to resist the tentacle like appendages with his free hand, and grabbed her throat. He snarled as he managed to slam his other hand on the torch that was used by commandos to cut, meaning all it was a very concentrated flamethrower. And being that it was right at her face, it didn't seem to be a pleasant situation for her. His legs were free, so he flipped the two of them over, and made her go straight into the ceiling, back first. The combination of the attack would no doubt release him and her from the grip.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
Going into the ceiling helped her avoid the burst of the flamethrower, though a bit of her exterior skin was scorched. Grabbing onto a nearby rail, she merely stared at him, prepping a close-range weapon in her arsenal that she supposed needed to be used on Tracyn - she could acquire refills for the cartidges after all. The Sith Poison spray launcher, the one she had worked with Valik to make, could be used to turn Tracyn to the Dark Side. Excellent...

"I don't want to use this, but I will if I have to."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
Tracyn bellowed, then gathered the force into his hands, pulling in a massive amount of force into his right hand. He grabbed her entire arm, focusing the force around her arm with the poison launcher, and began to slowly put a crushing motion down on it. He also moved inward, in stepping to be in front of her. He grabbed her arm with the poison launcher, and using his massive, brutish strength, proceeded to point it downwards and away from him, and also started to try and literally rip her arm off or out of her socket.

"I've foughten war droids more fearsome than you. And I threw them around like toys." He snarled, the rage slowly undoing years of work for Tracyn to control his anger.

@[member="Pandeima"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
For purposes of advancing the tournament, Round One is complete. This round is a tie: both @[member="Pandeima"] and @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] advance to Round Two. Continue the fight at your leisure.
 
Become the Crisis
Writer
Yes, he was crushing down on her arm, but one thing about plants was that they could grow. And thankfully, the wrist-launcher was further forward on her arm than what he was clamping down. Thus, the arm simply grew until the Sith Poison sprayer was once again pointed at his face.

And then she activated it, spraying the contents of the weapon directly into Tracyn's eyes, nose, and mouth. Well, his face, but that was where the cloud of fine mist-like substance would penetrate into. Shrinking her arm back, the slippery liquid that was her disintegrated arm growth created a very slick surface on the exterior of her now normal-sized arm, allowing her to slip free. Momentum of course sent her flying back against a wall, a significant distance away from @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] as she smiled.

"I'd get to a doctor if I were you. Normally, the poison takes around two days to be effective. In your case, I think half the time'll suffice. Welcome to the Dark Side, Tracyn. We've been expecting you."

And with that, the White Current enraptured her again as she began a scramble back to her ship. She knew where the freighter was - it could easily be recovered later.
 
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