Of Remembrance and Training

[The Ghost]

Orrin had come to Felucia. The wild planet, teeming with overgrowth had always give him a sense of peace. It also reminded him of certain areas of his own home world, Naboo. But most of all he felt the ability to reconnect with a natural and spiritual side of himself that he often felt disconnected from due to what he had done to himself. He was made a cyborg. More than that, he forsook his own ways and tradition in the pursuit of power. Enough of it to get his revenge on his twin brother.

Because of that he now had a duality within himself. Quite literally. The cybernetic side of him was stapled in logic and reason, while his former self, the being he was before he underwent the reconstruction procedure, centered on the connection between mental, spiritual and physical balance. He tried his best to balance those two aspects of himself, but it was harder than one would give him credit for. Especially when his sense of sight was a constant reminder of what happened, and a reason he almost always seemed angry, cold and distant.

He wasn't happy with himself, more to the point, he often felt revulsion for what he was. But others were helping him deal with that revulsion, and reconnect. They were helping him bring a sense of harmony to the two sides that were now obvious representations of himself. The center of his right optic unit started blinking with a blue light as he took in a deep and cleansing breath before removing his fang blades from the magnetic plate on his back. Though he was wearing armor, he kept it hidden behind baggy clothing. He went into a well remembered kata to both pass the time as he waited for Sol and Luna to arrive, as well as a means to ease himself back into the ways of the Zenkai tradition.

 

[The Guardian]

Kallen would most definitely be showing up. Though with a bit of style. He'd open the back ramp of his ship's cargo bay area and then just jump out. Through the training he had, he'd connect with the Force and apply its power to himself. He'd envelope his body in an aura of invisible energy to slow down his descent so that he wouldn't go splat on the ground. When he touched down he'd land with an elaborate and loud thud while posing in a kneeling crouch. Kallen slowly brought himself to stand in a dramatic fashion, for no other reason than it made him look cool.

He has his own fang blades on his back, but the design he used was, in his mind, very different from his cousin's blades. Something of a smug smile was on his face as he rolled his shoulders back.

"You know, before we get to all of the cool fight stuff, you gotta answer a few things for me. First? When in the Rift, are you taking me on a mission?"

 

[The Ghost]

"When I feel like you'd be ready. It's life and death. You have to be prepared, or it's just death. Now what's your next question? Because I know you have one."

D' Orrin would ask as he stopped his kata. Though he'd whirl his blades around before securing them on his back. The magnetic plating in the back of his armor, drawing in the blades and locking them in place before he'd fold up his arms in front of his chest. The blinking light within his right optic had since stopped pulsing as he was mentally preparing himself for what he figured was a coming barrage of questions.

 

[The Guardian]

"Okay, that I can understand. The next one is, why do they call you Ghost? I mean, I know why you took the name of the Black Spirit, but... Jathe's gone. You saw to that yourself. Why not just return to being Orrin?"

Kallen asked with something of a perplexed look on his face. Orrin's battle with his twin brother had been finished for some time now, but Orrin was still known as Ghost to mercenaries , contractors, and marks alike. Why D' Orrin didn't just give up being a merc was a bit puzzling. But it did add a lot of excitement to things.

 

[The Ghost]

"Because it's what I do. I ghost people. I find you, I kill you, I get paid. That and it's very difficult to find me without the Force, unless I want you to. Between my physical and Force abilities, well.... I'd rather change the subject. But I will say this. There's a reason why I use a sword that vibrates as fiercely as it does."

Orrin would state with a less than enthusiastic tone. That little segment of conversation was a simple reminder of what he had done to himself. With the cybernetics inside of him, coupled with his Force abilities, he was indeed a formidable adversary. But things always circled back to what he'd be if he hadn't succumb to a moment of rage, and because of it, weakness. His head lowered for a moment and then lifted his head up.

"But that's enough of that. Draw your blades. Let us get to why we've come."

 

[The Guardian]

"That works just fine by me."

Kallen would say with a wicked grin as his hands went over his right shoulder, taking hold of his own custom made vibro swords and wouldn't wait to attack. First the left and then the right blade elongated as Kallen made use of the power coupling feature of his weapons. The segments now acted as a sword whip of sorts.

Kallen attacked with full force in an attempt to strike at Orrin's arms. Common sense tactic, if his arms were hurt then Orrin couldn't use them. At least not to their full extent. He was well aware of the endo skeletal frame inside of Orrin, and that Orrin could move his arms even after severe damage to his muscles. But continued movement of the limbs would hurt like the Rift. And that would bring about the question, how much pain could Orrin really take.

 

[The Ghost]

As soon as Kallen's hands went up to his blades, Orrin's hands shot up towards his own blades. The katana like weapons would hum to live as he'd move backwards a bit while going about deflecting the attacks coming his way. Both of his swords moving out to meet with the segments that had made it this far towards him. Though he'd manage to defend against the attacks, Kallen's right handed sword whip would cut a line across Orrin's left cheek.

Orrin wiped off some of the drawn blood with a smile before making a motion for Kallen to continue his assault. Though this time Orrin turned so that his left side was facing Kallen. Both of Orrin's blades were facing the ground while he waited with Zen like patience.

 

[The Guardian]

So he wanted more? That was fine. Kallen was more than happy to oblige Orrin in that aspect of things. Kallen's hands snapped backwards and with the action he'd recall the segments of his sword together into full blades. He was happy that he drew first blood. It gave Kallen confidence and made him feel that even with all of Orrin's enhancements, he was still able to be brought down in a one on one fight, if the other fighter knew what he was doing.

That prompted his next assault. A simple tactic of running forward with his swords held at his sides until he came within a few feet of Orrin, and then take to the air. Leaping now towards Orrin with both of his swords held overhead before he'd bring them down in an attempt to strike at Orrin's head. Not to cleave it open, but to connect somewhat just to show he had what it takes to land a lethal blow on the enhanced fighter.

 

[The Ghost]

Orrin would still be standing with his left side facing Kallen. He was counting in his head, how much time would pass before Kallen would be upon him. Then Kallen paused for a moment to leap up into the air. If Kallen took the time to pay attention, he'd find that Orrin had a wicked grin on his face.

Using a combination of his enhanced muscle structure and the endo skeletal frame, Orrin would dash off to the side. Moving five feet out and away before he'd use the same point of speed to move behind Kallen. He wouldn't take the time to try and attack, just resume his former stance and lift his left arm up to point the tip of the blade at Kallen.

 

[The Ghost]

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