Ask Dromund Kaas All Things Must Come To An End

[Darth Draugr]

It had been years since Xeno had last set foot on this planet. They storm outside was still going strong. The wind filled with the smell of rain and the air thick with the dark side of the force. So much history poured out from Dromund Kaas, and now another piece of history will be held here tonight. The Zabrak Sith Champion had challenged the Sith Lord Caelestis, Artorigas Wessex, to an Aurekesh. A Sith tradition of one Sith challenging another for their rank, and assets within the Sith Empire.

Xeno had walked into the great hall of one of the many building on Dromund Kaas. This was where he had agreed to meet for the challenge. Xeno was filled with anger and the desire for Artorigas' death. He was pacing back forth for Artorigas to enter the hall. clad in his combat gear Should the other Sith not arrive, he would be declared the winner by forfeit.

"Come on.. show yourself"

Xeno would continue mumbled words under his breath until the Lord would arrive.

@Braden Drake​

 

[Darth Caelestis]

The Aurekesh was a barbaric piece of history and tradition which should have long ago been removed from the Sith Order. Yet the more bloodthirsty of the Dark Side group held it as one of the pillars of their belief, so if Artorigas wished to have any ounce of respect from these people he had to give them their little bit of blood today. But although he would satisfy them with some blood, he would not do it their way, no he would do it his own. For before he was Darth Caelestis, Artorigas was a noble of Serenno and he would act accordingly, so he dressed as a noble ready for a duel. No armour, a single lightsaber at his hip.

He had arrived on Dromund Kaas the evening before, having already set all of the needed things in order. Although he did not expect to loose to the hyper aggressive little Zabrak, it always paid to be sensible whenever dealing with death. Stepping from the darkened entrance as Xeno shouted his unneeded challenge he looked the pacing Sith clean in the eyes.

"Do not worry Xeno, I set the date and time. I would not be late, that is very ungentlemanly." He smirked back at his foe for the evening. Before the party Artorigas did not hold his fellow Sith any ill will, but the attempt on his life and that of Malou's had soured his opinion of the man greatly. "Shall we get this charade started?"

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

Finally the so called Lord had arrived. Artorigas looked very under equipped for this fight. Only a single saber, and he chose to not where his armor. It was not like him. It was disrespectful. The Zabrak would take notice of this and would let it grow in his anger, he knew he would come in and think he was better. Xeno should've known he wouldn't take this seriously either. He would pay for his insolence in this moment. People under estimating Xeno has become a common theme it seemed.

"It. Ends. Here,"

Xeno would pull out both lightsabers and ignite them. The red hue glowing in the darkened hall. His eyes glowing their Sith yellow. His expression matched that of a an angered wolf looking at his prey. It was finally time to take Artorigas' life from his body. The Noble will see Xeno towering over him as a last view before fading into nothingness.

Xeno then reached through the force to pull Artorigas' lightsaber from his hip. And would swing his blade up to attempt to cut it in half, to leave the Lord Noble Sith without a weapon to face the Zabrak.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas never understood the fascination with having two blades, it seemed a common concept among his Sith brethren. He understood part of the concept but the loss of pure physical power in a two handed grip, the added flexibility in not having to manoeuvre two objects and the free hand to use easily outweighed the perceived bonus of the twin blades. His point was proven when the Champion with a face like a constipated Rancor tried to reach out and pull his saber from his belt and he assumed destroy it.

But with his hands concentrating on trying to look 'Badass' with the twin's sabers, his little trick did get far. The sabre hilt getting about two foot away from him before Artorigas caught with his own Force Pull, bringing the hilt back to his hand, flicking the small switch upon the side the blood red blade ignited sending a light glow across his pale outfit. "You will need more than your rage infused mind can comprehend to beat me Xeno. Just give up and let us end this façade." He called out calmly to the man ahead of him.

He doubted he would get anything apart from a stupid quip or scream of rage from the alien, so he prepared himself in the meantime. Taking up a simple guard and pulling The Force into his body, ready to let out a wave of Force Energy if he attempted to step towards him.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

Xeno failed to destroy the hilt to Artorigas' lightsaber. Of course he did not expect that to work completely. He had hoped Artorigas would take this seriously enough that he not give up so easily. The Zabrak liked a challenge, and needed for Artorigas to be a worthy opponent in this Aurekesh. Otherwise, Xeno may have just wasted his time with the likes of this Noble man.

"Again with insults. Perhaps you should be known as Darth Mouth."

The Zabrak looked on for a moment as Artorigas took a readied stance. It was now time for the two to fight. And Xeno was going to bring the fight to him. The Sith Champion would reach through the force and coil it quickly around the leg of Artorigas, and pulled towards himself, whilst he had charged in. Should the force pull connect it would bring the Lord off his feet and falling onto his back. Xeno during his charge would make a small leap over the Lord to land on top of him. Sending both blades in a diagonal strike to the torso of Artorigas. Should they land, Xeno's right blade would cut along the chest of Artorigas as the left blade would cut along the stomach.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

"Ironic that you complain about insults, whilst constantly throwing them back." Artorigas replied as the Zabrak began to make his move. He felt the Force coil around his leg as the Sith began to charge towards him, bad mistake. The pent up power within his body flowed down his left arm like a hot liquid into his palm, sending out a wave of energy enough to knock a grown Bantha senseless. The fact that Xeno had left his feet whilst trying to skewer him in one simple blow only made it easier for the Sith Lord to land the powerful blow upon his body.

Artorigas felt the pull weaken as the Zabrak was thrown away, allowing the little trick to complete, Artorigas used the light pull to perform a rather interesting acrobatic trick. Flipping backwards, arms and legs spread out in a flamboyant display, before landing upon his feet again, saber back in its usual defence pose. He would await however for the Zabrak to rise from the ground, not choosing to attack whilst he was face down the dirt, he would not fall to the petty and honourless actions of the Alien. No he would fight his enemy head on fair, as a true Noble of Serenno, a true King should.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

Flying through the air, Xeno felt he may have taken this advantage, but it was clear he had not done what was anticipated. The Zabrak would feel the blast of energy through the force hit his chest and send him flying back. As the Zabrak would land on the ground in a tumble he would stop on his front, with his left arm holding him off the ground. It was a strong hit. His body felt sore already. The Dathomiri would take a couple deep breaths before he stood. He noticed the opposition standing waiting, so of course Xeno would take advantage of the time he had to recover.

Once back on his feet, Xeno would crack his neck showing he had no fear nor did he feel anything, though he definitely felt the pain course through him. It was as if some had swung a two by four into your chest as you ran towards the sing. It hurt.

"Impressive."

The Zabrak would notice a rack behind the Lord, and would pull it directly towards Artorigas' back whilst running in with his sabers at the ready to strike. When he would get in close, he would swing his right blade to attack the blade of Artorigas swing to Xeno's right, Artorigas' left. The left blade of Xeno would also swing the same direction though it would come after the right swing aiming to hit the Lord's right shoulder and inward to the left ribcage. The Zabrak was going for the kill.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

A smile forcefully crept over his lips as he saw the Zabrak crash against the floor a good distance away from him. The beast did not seem to understand that he was no match for the Sith Lord, cracking his neck like a cheap Five Syndicate thug before once again launching head first into a rage infused charge. Artorigas did not respond to the man's comments, even though he was stronger than Xeno, a lightsaber still pierced your body no matter how much time you have spent on the battlefield.

As he got closer Artorigas felt the gather energy behind him, it seemed that the Zabrak was learning, trying to attack him from two angles, but two would not be enough. The Force guided him, told him what was coming from behind, the randomly placed rack. Had the weaselly Sith placed it there on purpose looking to gain an advantage, he would not put that past him. The rack was closing as too was the Sith Champion, closing in on his left, this gave him an easy way out.

Pulling The Force once again inside of him he concentrated its mythical power within his lower body and just before the rack would hit, he pushed himself like a bullet to his right, away from the flying furniture and the buzzing blades of Xeno. The question now was if the alien would be hit with his own attack as the rack sped towards his face.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

It seemed the Sith Lord was quick witted. He was able to tell that there was an attack coming from behind. The rack being filled with many different concession items was launching towards the Sith who had now just moved out of the way. Now it was Xeno coming face to face with the rack. Though the Zabrak was quick to react with a sudden force push to send it away from him and giving the Champion time to regain his balance and turn his attention back to the Sith Lord.

Eyes glaring towards the Nobleman. He was tired of the countering. He wanted the Lord to show him true combat. So with that the Zabrak would run in towards the Sith Lord with his defense up ready to defend any force attacks coming. As he would disengage one of blades, and clip it back to his belt. now only his right hand held a lightsaber. It was time to show swordsmanship.

"FIGHT ME COWARD!"

Xeno would the strike his blade towards the blade of Artorigas, looking to cause a blade lock. SHould the lock occur this would leave the Sith face to face and at a close distance. Xeno would take advantage of this by quickly side swiping the legs from under Artorigas looking to make the Lord fall to the ground giving the high ground to Xeno.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Xeno's rage would be Artorigas weapon not the Zabrak's. As he began to charge in, Artorigas would give ground keeping the violent creature at the length of his blade, using probing slash's and stabs to stop him from getting within arms reach of the Sith Noble. He made sure that every one of his probes were not going to cause him much injury, they were their to infuriate him more cause him suffering more than pain.

"Control yourself Xeno." He replied with a smirk on his lips to the man's scream. With his right hand controlling the saber keeping the Zabrak at bay, he pulled The Force into his left arm, a small flame appearing in his palm, slowly it began to grow. He kept the flame's growth slow and deliberate allowing the alien to view what was happening before he struck out.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

The noble had more defensive actions. His blade coming near the body of the Zabrak. Space staying made between the two. Was he afraid to fight Xeno? The man hadn't tried to actually duel the Dathomiri Sith. All he has done was try to stay away from the Champion. It was annoying. A small poke of a lightsaber barely grazed the side of Xeno. It was a small burn, but still caused a shock of pain to fill his side for a moment.

"Are you afraid to fight me? Do you fear I will best you in a duel?"

The man was trying to anger Xeno. It was working and the Zabrak had been picking up on it. If the taunting was to continue then it would just be returned. A smile crept on the face of the Dathomiri. He had a smug look, and was sure this was only Artorigas trying to not get his precious robes dirty. The noble stood with his arm lit on fire. An impressive ability, but he had not done anything to actually attack Xeno with.

Standing now about 8 feet away from the Sith Noble, the Champion looked at his blade, and then back to the arm of Artorigas. The flames would surely keep space between them should they be used against Xeno. They had to be put out somehow. Something had to make the fire go out. The opposition to heat. Then it hit him, cryokinesis. It was a tasking maneuver much like pyrokinesis, but it would simply bring the two back to an equal level. Xeno would look on to see his opponent.

"You must be afraid that I am truly better than you. Use your fire, you were never braver than me anyway. I fought the battles in that tomb, and I was your muscle for every mission. You know I can beat you and now you think the Force favors you.. "

Xeno took a defensive position while his eyes were on every movement that the Lord would make.

"Pathetic."

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

"I believe we have been fighting for the last few minutes." He replied snarky towards the Zabrak. The look on the face of the little alien morphed however, the rage and piercing eyes replaced with a smug smile followed by a tirade of words which annoyed the Sith Noble. He gritted his teeth as he soaked in the half sharpened barbs from Xeno. "Every halfbreed alien in the galaxy can be muscle little Xeno, it takes actual talent to be the brains behind it all." He spat back, the little contest was annoying him now. Artorigas just wished that Xeno would make a stupid move so he could end it quickly and begone from this place.

As the alien sat back into a defensive posture Artorigas was torn between wiping that little smug smile off his face or keeping to his original strategy of taunting the punk into a mistake. The flames still swam around his hand and fingers, not growing past the lower forearm, there was no need to increase them yet. It would be a waste of energy, no he needed to save it for when the next attack came. Artorigas let out a little laugh with Xeno's final comment, waiting was boring. The flames disappeared from his right hand, appearing in his left as he raised it up sending a wall of flames towards the cocky little Champion.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

Artorigas tried to insult the intelligence of the Zabrak, and also called him an alien. Who was he to think of him as an alien. To all other species the human was the alien, the comment was that of race. Showing what little class Artorigas really carried with himself. It's been said before, and it will be said again.. pathetic.

Xeno prepared for the blast of fire as it came rushing in. A wedge through the force was formed in front of the Zabrak Champion to break the wall of flames as it passed by, leaving the Dathomiri unscathed, at least by the flames. The Serennian would have to be better than that if he wanted burn the Zabrak.

"Is that all you got? Some Lord you are."

Xeno went back to a defensive stance and mocked the Lord as he would motion two of his fingers in such a way as to say 'Bring it on' and waited for the Lords next move. Xeno wasn't dumb, if he rushed in he would only get countered, and the flames would most likely make contact. This way the Zabrak can find a weakness and exploit it.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

The acolyte he had met so long ago had grown and adapted well it seemed, his power in The Force was admirable to many but still it was nothing compared to his. Artorigas could stand there all day and through Fire, Wind and Stone at him, but he was tired of this facade the stupid game which the Sith loved so much. So throwing sensibility to the wind, he broke his stance and moved forward. His saber raised before him, once again flames rippled from his hand as he came in to swipe at the man's throat, his blade arcing from his left to right, a wall of flame extending behind the blow as it aimed to finish it quickly.

@Scoobert