CDR-382 vs. Raynor Cree

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"Grenade! Take cover"

CDR yelled to his comrades as he holstered his plasma rifle back onto his back and placed his arms infront of him in an X formation. Of course, he made sure he had rolled out of the way before this to ensure he would escape any blast from the grenades. When the explosions erupted and were over, his heads up display in his helmet indicated several of his armor features were disabled and were recharging. Those would take a few minutes, but the pack the ysalimari was feasting on inside of his armor was disabled, and in turn the lizard's life was not slowly diminishing. Growling at this, he took out his blaster rifle, setting it to automatic as he quickly spotted the one who threw the grenades.

"The grenadier is mine. Alone."

CDR made it clear to his soldiers, letting them pick out their own Jedi when presented the opportunity. Once he had the sneaky Jedi in his sights, he let it be known that he was targeted.

"You will regret that decision Jedi, you will experience pain like no other!"

He had to hold this Jedi off until his armor was back in charge, then he would show him how futile it was to fight him. The lizard was still alive, and that still gave him protection against the Jedi's force powers. Taking aim, he strafed to his left as he fired a volley of shots towards the Jedi grenadier.
 

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Sissing in laughter, Raynor gave no ground as the blaster bolts flew up at him from his vantage point on one of the battle platforms deflecting the bolts back down towards the red armored cybertron as he strafed along the pit, hoping to draw him up onto the platform so he could use his saber, while ducking and weaving between the shots that were too wild to deflect back . Grasping out with the Force, Raynor pulled a large vent off the wall and sent it whirling down with a powerful telekinetic shove at the hutt soldiers and their General. Holding the high ground, Raynor was determined to not let up and continued to hurl items down with the Force at the commander.

"Come on up here if you dare, coward! This one wishez to introduce you to your Maker!"
 

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CDR once more rolled out of the way, looking up wards as the Jedi continued to throw objects at him with The Force. Growling at this distraction, he ran towards the Jedi as he holstered his rifle and leaped up wards. His jets kicked in as he flew up wards, weaving through a few objects, landing on his feet on an opposite platform.

"You are angry Jedi, I can tell. Do you hate me, hate how we butcher you like a pack of insects? Take your hate and direct it into your attacks!"

He didn't have much longer now as he took out his rifle once more, and fired another volley of shots before strafing to a small cover that was nearby. Once his shields and power returned he would finish this, and the ysalimari inside him would keep the Jedi from getting too close.
 

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Grinning derisively at the taunts of the cybertron, Raynor rolled to the side out of the way of the short stream of blaster fire, using the Force to give speed to his movements. The human thought that he needed the Force to fight, to be able to use his lightsaber and to move effectively in combat. That was his first mistake. The Barabel Knight had been trained from his youth to fight, to kill. It was the way of his people, the way of the Hunt, and he had been the best in the region before he ever discovered how to truly harness the power available to him. Moving closer to leap towards the other platform, the reptilian Jedi paused for a moment as he felt his connection to the Force weaken as he entered the sphere that the ysalamir was projecting. Stepping back, he decided to do one more trick with the Force before moving in to engage where his rifle would be least effective.

Continuing a barrage of rubble towards the cover to keep him pinned down, Raynor raised both arms towards the roof and began to concentrate. Grasping with invisible hands on the small and narrow platform that marked the very top of the Ataru room, Raynor began to channel his innate aggression, the Force swirling around him for any Jedi to sense in a frightening tempest of the dark being consumed by the brightness of the Light Side. "This one doez hate you, and wishes to see you dead and in pieces before thiz battle is through. But this one is not a slave to his emotionz, but the master. This one iz a servant of the Light and you shall feel it's wrath!!"

With a metal rending wrench, Raynor pulled hard at the support beams suspending the platform and broke it free before bringing it down like a hammer strike on an anvil onto the half of the platform that the red armored cybertron was using for cover. Backing up quickly, the Knight pushed himself high into the air with the Force and landed with a flip onto the main platform, facing the side the General had been on, his lightsaber held before him. The soothing warmth that nurtured his mind and the malestrom of power that echoed out from the furnace of his hunter's soul disappeared in an instant as he became fully enveloped in the force suppressing power of the Ysalamiri. Hunching low in a defensive posture, his senses alert for any sign or sound of movement, Raynor held his lightsaber one handed diagonally across his body, the intense beam of silver fire pulsing as if it sensed it's user's developing hunt glee.

Tail whipping out behind him in anticipation, the poison barb gouging into the metal of the platform with the lightning quick strike, Raynor bared his fangs and called out, "It is not us that you've come to slaughter like bugz. This mazz suicide of your own choosing is the only fitting end for scum like yourself."
 

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The sounds of metal twisting and breaking was heard, and as CDR was behind cover finishing a blinding fire towards where he thought the Jedi was, it happened. The metal above him broke and he caught it at the last moment, giving him two choices. He thought about staying and using his returned strength to catch the metal, but would strain him and leave him open, so he took the latter. He leaped over cover, spotting the Jedi again as he fired at him with one hand holding his rifle, the shots spraying everywhere in different directions. He then rolled off the platform and towards the ground floor below.

As he fell, he holstered his rifle again and used his jets to guide him under the platform, going to the opposite side so he appeared behind the Jedi. Grabbing the edge, he boosted himself upwards and onto the same platform as the Jedi. Half of his fuel was already used up flying up here and then flying under the platform. He took his sword from his waist, unsheathing it as he twirled the curved blade once, then took his stance.

"You know nothing of what you speak. It won't matter how many times you kill me, I will be reborn again and again and again. I am the will of the Darkness, that is why I fight. I am CDR-382, once an Alsakan Admiral, currently a Hutt General, and soon a servant of the Bogan. I will live on, my teachings will live on!"

His strength enhancers back, shield up half way and the Ysalimari's life dwindling, CDR charged at the Jedi with his sword, stopping a few feet away and swinging his blade towards his neck.
 

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Taking a moment to try and push aside the fatigue he felt from the effort of pulling the platform down, Raynor kept his lightsaber angled defensively, waiting for the red armored cybertron to come streaking out of cover with his blade raised to engage him in combat. What he wasn't ready for was for the same man to jump out of cover, shoot wildly in his general direction, and roll off the side of the platform. Cursing loudly in barabel about suicidal hairless apes, the reptilian Jedi threw himself to the side past a streak of blaster bolts and pivoted around with his saber raised, attempting to deflect the wild shots heading his way. Looking down at a sudden feeling like a punch against his legs, Raynor looked down at a smoking burn on his kama right near his crotch. Mentally thanking the Force for the additional armor, the Knight turned at the sound of the cybertron speaking to him.

Relaxing his pose and standing with his saber deliberately angled down at his side, the Barabel Jedi did all he could to appear as aloof and care free as he could. The pride this human oozed could be sensed even without the force, and Raynor was hoping to infuriate him into making a tragic mistake. Sissing in open laughter at the speech the General was giving, Raynor forced his chuckle fit aside and looked down at his empty hand, absently running his claws against his tunic. Oozing arrogance, Raynor yawned once CDR had finished and pretended to check a non-existant wrist chrono before smirking.

"An Alsakan Admiral is now leading the Hutt Empire's forcez.... did they know your prior military experience when they hired you? This one would think that putting a commander of the last military force to fail against the Republic in command of your forcez that are fighting the exact same foe would be a dangerous choice. After all, you've already proved your incompetence once when facing the Republic... Oh well, this one will be sure to as Tulsa at his War Crimes tribunal once your body iz left out to be gnawed on by Hawkbats! This one is known az Raynor Cree, and here, you face your final doom."

Waiting until the very last possible moment as the General charged, hoping his words had infuriated the cybertron, Raynor brought his saber up in a lock, his species' natural strength an a Djem So arm lock being the only thing that kept his saber from being batted aside like a fly. The power armor must have strength increasing capabilities. Pushing back against the sword, Raynor dropped low into a spin, sweeping his tail at thigh level towards the human's legs in a hope to knock him off his feet. Should the sweeping move succeed, Raynor would follow through with a downward stab towards the gut as he pivoted around the full 180degree spin. Should CDR dodge, he would simply jump backwards and slide back into a defensive posture, waiting for the cybertron to make his next move.
 

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When their blades connected and Raynor remained standing, it became aware to CDR that he was no ordinary sentient. Any lesser being would have been downed by the strength by his strike. However, as he kept his ground he was caught off guard by Raynor's third appendage, one that was not just for show and balance. The strike behind it rippled his shield and sent him to the ground with a thud, quickly rolling to the side of his Jedi opponent.

"Anger and Hatred run through you."

Using his free hand, he focused on it as a small glow came from it and when he was close enough, a quick jet burst of fire emitted from his palm towards the Jedi. He was already enjoying this, and the thought of taking this Jedi's lightsaber and head as his own drove him on even more.

"The Jedi have changed if they allow such feelings to run through their own."

Should the Jedi avoid the burst of fire from his palm, CDR would press him on. Last he checked, Raynor could not fly through the air, but he could...
 

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"Through me and out of me. This one has mastered the hunt-glee of hiz kind without succumbing to it. This one's greatest personal failing turned into a shining virtue." Flipping himself into a backwards one armed hand spring, Raynor Cree looked on with a large amount of annoyance as a small jet of fire fwooshed past his face, keeping him from pressing the attack. Hopeful that the suit's in-system jets were operating on a finite level of fuel, Raynor tried vainly to reach for the Force as he snapped his blade in a diagonal slash aimed across CDR's chest. The soothing warmth did not sing out to him as it had just moments before, but it did begin to feel as though the cloud was lifting from his senses.

Knowing that his only hope was to keep the fight on the ground and away from an aerial battle that without the Force he could not win, Raynor began to think fast. Disengaging his blade from the Generals, the reptilian Jedi Knight dragged the tip of his burning silver saber along the ground, the opila and sigil crystals making the blade cut through the thick metal like a warm knife through butter. "Cross thiz line anytime you wish to die, General. Assuming of course that you don't throw yourself onto your sword to atone for your excessive incompetance first."

Drawing his saber up in a line of silver fire held defensively across his chest, Raynor let out a slow breath as his eyes narrowed, all of his focus honing in on the General of the invading forces. Here, high above the rest of the Hutt soldiers and the defending Jedi, the Knight and the Alsakan were locked in a battle that, while infinitesimal compared to the war ravaging the planet, would consume their entire being and become the definitive moment of their lives, whether the end or the continuation of life. Grinning widely, revealing the sharp fangs honed by years of hunting with nothing but claw and tooth and tail, Raynor allowed the hunt-glee to swell within him as the war drums and horns of his clan boomed through his mind in time with the pounding of his heart.
 
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CDR went to place his blade infront of him, taking a step back as the lightsaber struck against his own. He then went for a horizantal swipe towards him as the Jedi went backwards. He listened to his words as he drew the line for CDR to cross, but the Alsakan remained where he stood as a dark laugh came from him.

"You think I can't see your goading? No, this is how we will play."

Holstering his sword back to his side, CDR extended his hands and legs as his jets allowed him to hover upwards some, and when he was a good ten feet off the platform, he dive bombed straight down to where the line was drawn, not crossing it but about a foot away from it as he turned some and disengaged the jets so he was coming in fast. He rerouted power to his fists and feet to soften his landing while delivering a powerful strike to the platform they stood on, shaking it violently as the supports holding it violently shook, some breaking loose as the platform started to hang by even less supports.
 

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Glaring at the hovering man, and praying that his fuel reserves were starting to deplete, the Barabel Knight readied his saber at his side as he arched down to strike the platform, falling like a meteor. Leaping forward and diagonally away from the approximate landing spot of CDR, Raynor flicked a small switch on his lightsaber hilt and watched as the blade extended to almost three meters. Sweeping the blade low, Raynor leapt off of the platform just as the armored General hit it like a ton of bricks so as not to be shaken by the impact and attempted to score a hit on the General as he went by, the silver beam burning intensly as it swept low and then up directly where CDR was coming in for an impact.

Hitting the floor with a grunted pain as he felt his knees pop, Raynor missed his footing and rolled forward nearly off the platform. Letting out a cry of surprise, the reptilian Jedi shot out his hand and dug his claws into the edge of the platform as he fell over, cursing as he felt his arm nearly wrench itself out of it's socket from the sudden shock of finding himself hanging. Quickly disengaging his lightsaber and putting it on his belt, Raynor took a minute to look down and make sure that the nearest platform was still just a short drop away before looking up at the rocking platform where CDR was. Grabbing his last ion grenade off of his belt, Raynor hurled it up in a long arc with a grunt towards CDR's last position before letting his arm go, falling the eight or so feet to the platform below.

Rolling to minimize the force of impact, Raynor cursed as the landing jostled his already hurt shoulder. Bringing his arm up to his left side shoulder, he pulled hard before pushing down and let out a hiss of pain as the arm popped back into place. Panting from his exertion, Raynor again tried to reach out with the Force as he heard the sharp crackle and pop of the Ion grenade going off on the platform above, praying to the Gods that the ysalamiri might finally die or be unable to continue exerting the bubble. Reigniting his lightsaber, Raynor entered a classis Djem So defensive stance and waited, his senses alert for any sight or sound of his powerful opponent.
 
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Combined with the impact he came into and the lightsaber striking at his legs, CDR's shield forced the saber to bounce away from him as his shield gave out from him. It was not all that gave out on him though as the feeling of something being tossed around inside his armor was apparent. Looking at his helmet's HUD it soon became apparent that the Ysalimari was no longer able to help CDR, it had died from the impact, combined with being disconnected from it's main food source. It was now nothing more then dead weight that he would eject at the first free moment.

Turning to the Jedi who fled from the impact right when another support beam gave out, the Alsakan ran to the edge right when something was heading his way fast. He quickly targeted it and with some careful timing, backhanded the grenade away from him seconds before it detonated behind him, just barely missing the explosion it made that would have disabled his systems once more.

"Impressive!" He called down to the Jedi, leaping off the platform and using his jets to slowly hover down wards when he was approaching the ground. "This is what I have been waiting for. Now just open yourself to the Darks Side, I want to fight you at your fullest." As he spoke after landing, he equipped his plasma thrower he had on his back, remembering it had about ten shots total in it's chambers. Raynor looked like he took a few blows falling down here, and it gave CDR the perfect shot. He would do what it took to push this Jedi to his limits, or he would kill him trying.

That's when he quickly aimed at the Jedi's legs and fired a shot of green plasma at him. Anything it hit would be engulfed in a medium ball sized plasma explosion, and reduce anything close by to it to sludge.
 

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As Raynor Cree is left standing on the platform, breathing heavily and holding his saber loosely but at the ready at his side, he has no need to look around at the platforms surrounding him, or the creaking metal hanging precariously above his head. He doesnt have to turn his head to count the Hutt forces below on the ground waiting for him to fall like a pack of ravenous wolves, or to gauge the danger of the Temple walls beginning to crumble from the repeated strikes from the ongoing battle outside. He doesnt bother to raise his sanguine eyes up to meet the faceless stare of the helmeted General fixed on him like a missile.*

He doesnt even need to reach into the Force now that the Ysalamir is dead... He has already let the Force reach into him. The Force flows over him and around him as though he has stepped into a crystal-pure waterfall that towered over the Room of a Thousand Fountains; once he opens himself to that pristine stream it flows into him and through him and out again without the slightest interference of his conscious will. The part of himself that calls itself Raynor is no more than a ripple in the well into which he flows.*

There are other parts of him here as well; there is nothing here that is not a part of him, from the scorch mark on his kama to the spidering cracks along the once strong walls, and the Hutt and Jedi forces battling below him and alongside him and above him. Because this is all part of the Force. He is the General himself. His beating heart, his souless glowing eyes, the metal skin that cocoons him from all harm. He is even the growing plan for his own death within CDR's mind. He is all these things, but most importantly, he is still Raynor Cree; the Hunter. The Ascending Knight.*

That is why he does not rise to CDR's goading attempts to turn him to the Dark Side. This is why he only responds with a mild frown and a disappointed shake of his head. Time seemed to slow to his perception as the General reached for a plasma weapon and went to take aim at his feet. The sparkling waterfall coursed through him, washing away any thought of winning or losing, any fear of death or sensation of pain. While the intent to fire was still forming in the General's mind, the part of the Force that was the Reptilian Knight was also the part of the lightsaber that rocketed up towards the roof and hovered high above, silver beam burning intensly and waiting to be used. Armored fingers closed down on the trigger, and Raynor sprang up without a sound, the force pooling his palms before launching him high into the air, assisting his Force Jump in launching him towards the ceiling.

Still time ran slow, and in the seconds before Gravity realized what had happened and reclaimed his hold, Raynor was already reaching out to the other parts of his whole, the bent and cracked girders holding two platforms up above the rest. With a thought and a sudden wrench of metal, the platforms collapsed, hurtling down towards the General and the floor that seemed so far below. As he fell and time sped up, without conciously acting, he plucked his blade out of the air and held it aloft diagonally across his chest, his other hand whipping back to force push him forward, turning him into a living missile following in the wake of the platforms. Reaching out, he slashed through the heavy platforms like a hot knife through butter and with just a soft push of the force to cushion his fall, fell upon the General in a whirling array of silver fire. Every parry, every turn, every step forward was an attack, his blade flicking out sometimes too fast to see like a deadly hydra aimed at the head, the neck, and the waist. His long tail would snap out as well, flicking out around the legs to sweep them or stab the poisoned barb into the joints of the armor, seeking a weak spot

He would not step back, would not give the General room to use his longer range weapon. He kept up the attack, his saber held always across his body, the armor and the keratin scales and the blazing beam of fire both a weapon and a shield.

This was Raynor Cree. Jedi Knight. Hunter. The General was now his prey.

*Heavy inspiration from Matthew Stover's novelization of The Revenge of the Sith
 
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CDR-382 grinned under his helmet, watching as the Jedi prepared himself, then it happened. Rolling out of the way from the collapsing platform above him as he put his plasma rifle away, CDR's worries of that being all Raynor had were diminished when he came at him at full speed and strength. The Jedi was fast enough to get in a hit on CDR, his shield once more downed as he had enough time to pull out his curved blade and was now on the defense. Parrying and blocking each strike at him, CDR was slowly walking backwards before he noticed some marks on his armor that were not there before, indicating that if he did not go on the offense then this would be over.

Focusing his power in his suit towards his arms to strengthen him more then before, CDR pushed his blade forward on the next block, then went to proceed to push in on the offense. That's when he saw the barbed tail come at him and he places his armored wrist infront of him, letting the barb stick into it. Would it be any other lighter armor, his flesh would have been penetrated. That was not the case, and spinning backwards with his blade in one hand and the barb end of the tail in his other wrist, CDR went into a quick motion to sever the tip of the tail to remove any future annoyances.

That is, unless Raynor was still focused enough to evade such a strike before CDR would proceed back onto the offense.
 

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Moving quickly, his lightsaber battering down on Phil's sword with the full force of his natural strength and the Force driven power of Djem So, Raynor barely managed to keep his growl of annoyance as the General managed to pull his blade out and bat back against him internal, all the while dueling with a serene look upon his face. Sanguine eyes narrowed and Raynor managed to feel a hint of satisfaction for a moment when he felt his tail barb sink firmly into the armor of the wrist joint, only to suddenly widen as he felt his tail tugged and yanked as CDR spun away, the upraised blade being the clear indicator of what the Alsakan planned to do.

Raynor gritted his teeth and gathered the Force within himself, his instincts screaming at him as he did the one thing he had sworn he would never do again after his training had been completed. With a squelching pop and a thud, the Barabel's heavy tail fell to the floor, the thick dead weight pulling on the General's arm combined with a quick weak force pull at the General himself were sure to knock the Alsakan unsteady.

It didnt matter though, because the second the tail had detached, Raynor was on the move, pivoting quickly with force increased speed and sweeping his blade low and then sharply up, the dual phase activating once the blade was in motion and tearing through a three meter arc where the General was. Raynor narrowed his eyes as he put all his strength into the swing, so close to his foe that he could smell the sweat and scorched metal coming off of the armor. With the shields down and the General off balance, it would take more than quick movement or a quick jet burst of speed to outrun the much longer and wider silver beam of fire

Once the sweep was finished, Raynor nudged the switch off and moved in with his saber at it's regular length. If CDR had somehow managed to avoid the blow, Raynor moved in at the General with a burst of speed leading into a low jab feint that twisted into a horizontal slash across the chest
 
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CDR was not too surprised when the tail of the Jedi was severed, yet still to no surprise attached to his wrist. Before he could remove it and make a comment on a war trophy, he was suddenly yanked forward some as he staggered some. He tried his best to stand his footing as he gripped his sword tightly, hearing the blade of the lightsaber close in on him. He heaved his mass backwards with the help of his feet repulsers, but he was not fast enough.

"Aaargh!!"

The lightsaber came and connected with some of his right side, cutting off part of the helmet and armor plating around his arm and shoulder as they fell to the ground. The helmet's right glowing eye piece now seemed larger, as if the armor plating was covering some of it as a few small wires stuck out from around where the armor was cut. CDR, once he had regained his footing and saw the damage done to his armor, snapped his attention towards Raynor as he gripped his sword with only one hand, using his other hand to unholster his heavy blaster pistol.

"Good strike, Cherish it while you can."

He then quickly fired a few shots towards Raynor with his pistol. As he would deal with them, CDR quickly boosted over with his jets, going for a vertical upper slash with his blade, still using his strength enhancer in his arm to attempt to overpower the Jedi. If CDR could get in a good lock on his saber, he would use his pistol to fire in on an exposed part of his now tailless Jedi combatant.
 

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Immersed in the Force, Raynor did not question as it nudged him into position a few steps back, leaning back and sideways to avoid the jet-aided upward slash. Pivoting around and crouching low with his blade held diagonally across his chest, Raynor seemed to be fighting with himself for a moment. Staring into the glowing eyepieces of the helmet, the Barabel Knight came to a conclusion. Without this powerful man leading them in the fight, the Jedi might stand a chance of repulsing the Hutts from the temple. While there was no denying that the Hutt attacking force was powerful, taking away their leader might be the key to saving his new home and Clan. If that required his death, so be it.. A look of what could only be serene acceptance filled the reptile's face and he exhaled slowly before raising his blade in a slight salute to the place he had come to call home. Moving forward, his blade slashing out low and at mid level, Raynor didnt even seem to notice the blaster pistol the General had readied as he raised his blade high and brought it down hard onto CDR's sword, intitiating a lock as he pressed in with all his weight and the power of the force on the blade, leaving his torso nearly completely exposed to the General's pistol.

Raynor barred his fangs and whispered in a hiss, "This one has enjoyed our fight... but it is time to end this." Hoping the General had raised his pistol to take the shot, Raynor drew upon the Force one last time to aid him and quicker than lightning used the force to suppress the activation button, turning the saber off and then back on, the silver beam of fire bypassing the General's blade and slicing in with all of the pent up potential energy of their block and the Barabel's natural strength and the aid of the Force pushing the blade through the space the General occupied. If CDR had taken his shot, there would be no dodging this attack. They would either land heavy blows and end it now, or CDR would have to disengage and begin the struggle anew.
 

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Few more sparks shot out from where the cuts on his armor was as the fight went on. CDR was fighting in a rage, his armor powering his stikes even more before his helmet's vision went all static. Apparently Raynor's stike did more damage then it seemed and he was forced to back up once to rip his helmet off, tossing it aside. It was the first time Raynor got to take a look at the war torn Alsakan, and what decades of war serving both the Alsakan Union and the Hutt Empire, and in short time the beliefs of the Bogan had done to a man.

"It ends with you, Cree!"

CDR yelled, his eyes glowing brightly as he charged in again, initiating a lock into the blades. At that moment, the moment of truth was upon him and he saw an opening. He simply smiled at Raynor and drew up his pistol, firing a shot that would rip through most standard armor at that range, as well as any clothing like it was nothing. That's when the lightsaber's light disengaged and the moment CDR fired another shot right into Raynor, he felt a piercing pain as the lightsaber slammed into his abdomen area, destroying a part of his armor and through his body, nearly coming out the other end.

A gasp of pain came to him as he knew it had ended, in favors of both Raynor and CDR. The damage done to both of them, CDR dropped his weapons in pain and used a little of what fuel was left in his armor to boost away, forcing the saber out of him as it did more damage to him. By now, all that was keeping him alive was rage and what support his armor had one him. He was not done though, not yet.

"Raynor Creed... it seems you have lost this fight... just as I have..."

He spoke, slowly wobbling to the edge before collapsing onto his armored knees near it. He wasn't going anywhere, this temple was going to be his and Raynor's tomb. The only place left was staying here, or going down and into the fray happening down below.
 

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Letting out a triumphant growl as he felt his saber connect and burrow into the General's torso, Raynor's eyes widened as the second shot was fired and he felt the bolt blast it's way into his gut, the first shot having burnt through the armor and cracking several of his scales, and the second shot finishing the job, thudding solidly into his stomach painfully, the smell of burnt flesh and the sound of flesh sizzling echoing around the platform. Dropping his saber and falling to his knees, Raynor bowed his head and immediately assessed the would using the Force, thinking that he might be able to go into a trance and save himself.

It was to no avail - the blaster had damaged his intestines and stomach, along with collapsing a lung. The wound was mortal, and nothing was going to change that. Panting with effort, using the Force to deaden the pain, Raynor pushed himself up to his feet and clenched his lightsaber tightly in his clawed hand, the other hand reaching out to drag his tail behind him towards the edge of the platform where CDR was kneeling. Clipping his blade to his belt and falling down in a position similar to CDR, Raynor looked over at the dying man he had been fighting and reached out a clawed hand for a friendly shake, his body racked with coughs and his mouth filling with blood. "This one wishez it didn't have to end this way for the both of uz. You were a worthy opponent."

Facing out the transparisteel viewport to the city outside, he could see the Jedi Temple burning as the fighting died down, Mandalorian ships being shot out of the sky and the fighting in Orbit still going strong. Closing his eyes and leaning back on his palms, Raynor sent a message to his Master, Cnile, informing her of his fate and the location of his body, as well as requesting that the body of the Alsakan next to him be treated with dignity. Turning his face upward into a ray of sun that burned through the heavy clouds outside, Raynor allowed a small smile to cross his face, "This one alwayz loved the sunrise."

Humming softly, Raynor waited to hear if the General would speak to him, the soft tune echoing from his maw inbetween body wracking coughs and the occasional spit blood. The song was a comfort to him in his final moments, the crude imitation of music he was conveying doing nothing to measure up to the horns and string instruments stirring up from his memories into a triumphant crescendo.

The Younglings would have made it to safety, his holding action here had been successful, even though it had ended in his death. They would live, and continue the legacy of the Jedi. Even now facing his imminent death, Raynor Cree felt nothing but heartfelt triumph and victory. He had won.
 

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As it seemed, two corpses would share the armored coffin that laid before Raynor, the innocent Ysalimari killed during the fight and the Alsakan who's own life was slipping. The Jedi was just how they all were, even in his final minutes he did not even go to finish off CDR. When he moved his hands, it was to grab his plasma rifle off his back, though held it like a device instead of a weapon. Coughing blood as his eyes flared, he primed his rifle to a degree that it's muzzle glowed bright green.

"As were you, but it is not the end. As I warned you before... even should I fall, my protégé will pass on the teachings I have laid down."

Looking to his side, the others down below remained. They were not worthy, they served the Hutts and were blind to the true masters. All his life was to serve others, and all of them up until now were just tools for his true master.

"I would save you a place in hell, but I doubt we'll be going to the same level. So allow me to make amends to my master, and purge the filth below us... so that one day, when the Bogan march down these halls... your fellow Jedi will know... this was only the start."

Holding onto his plasma rifle tightly, CDR leaned his body towards the left, falling over the platform and down below. His rifle placed infront of him as he formed into a human torpedo. The rifle charged, he used what fuel remained to guide himself towards what Hutt troops were left in a group and dive bombed into them. As he did so, his entire life flashed before him; dying and being reborn as CDR-382, enlisting into the Alsakan Military, becoming in-prisoned and rescued by Venator Furtificus, the fall of the Alsakan Union and the Rise of the Hutts, the various fights over leadership for them, and countless battles that led up to this moment before he was engulfed in a large green plasma explosion, slightly bigger then a plasma grenade explosion, but enough to do the job. His last though was his protégé TUF-946, and how the fate of their beliefs was now in his hands. He was no longer the protégé, but now the master CDR trained him to become one day.

CDR-382; past name unknown, once a soldier for the Alsakan Union, Hutt Empire and finally the Bogan Empire, was dead. Ultimately killed by the Jedi he swore to destroy.
 

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Staring down at the explosion far below him, Raynor could only stare in disbelief at the actions of the General. Muttering under his breath about insane humans, Raynor grabbed his pistol and fired three shots at the transparisteel, letting out a sigh of relief as the smell of fire and burning bodies was sucked out of the room and replaced with a wafting cool breeze that smelled like rain. Tossing his pistol down into the carnage below, Raynor laid down and continued to hum softly as his breathing became more labored and his eyes began to dim. Reaching into his belt compartment, the Barabel slowly typed out a final entry on his datapad and then said his goodbyes in a audio recording before setting it down on his chest and closed his eyes. The pain melted away, the black curtain darkening his vision faded, and he felt the comforting warmth and clarity of the Force embrace him, sooth his fears, and pull his spirit into the nether between the Stars.

When the Jedi came into the room to do cleanup they found his body resting in a relaxed pose, his lightsaber lying on his belt and his datapad journal laid on his chest. His face was composed and serene with just the hint of a smile.

Raynor Cree, the Exile of Barab I turned Ascendent Knight of the Jedi Order, had found his long sought-after atonement.
 
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