Open New Alderaan [cPVP] Invasion in Alderaan Places

[X3R]

@The Good Doctor

X3R's heatbeam sliced through circuits and metal, sparks spraying out from around where the enormous droid had grabbed hold of his opponent. The weapon was old, an energy projector technology that had fallen out of general use in the ancient past, but against durasteel at zero range it was still well suited to the task at hand.

As the blade flashed out, X3R twisted, wrenching the other droid's arm outward; he did not pull it off, but the damage he had already inflicted made the limb creak ominously. Meanwhile, the P1-series' Kyuzo carved a deep, sparking furrow in the Guardian's side, damage notifications flashing in X3R's awareness as the blade carved through duranium armor and ancient circuitry as if it were foil. His leg servos whined as pressure to one of the supports was cut off, translucent red hydraulic fluid leaking out.

"I am a Guardian, upstart." He replied. "I guard."

The motion of the blade, attempting to slash X3R's arm and carving a furrow in his side, would have presumably caused Pedee's arm to be extended. The ancient war droid's motion would cause his opponent to thrust through the crook of his arm; unless Pedee was fast enough to retract their arm in a hurry, this would leave X3R in a position to pin the extended arm against his side, while still keeping his other arm free. The other arm was already on its way to deliver a brutal, servo-driven punch to Pedee's head...

 

[Pedee]

"You'll be dismantled if you continue abetting these organics. Stand with your fellow machines instead" she replied as they were fighting. Pedee relished when she sinked her blade into the other.

Her arm suffered damage but she was far from done with the fight. Pedee would pivot back to her original position before she slashed in doing so she would pull back her other arm. The punch to Pedee's head would miss as she moved, flying off to her.

The wheels are always in motion for Pedee, after coming back from her pivot, she would then aim her blade to cut off the other droids arm that attempted to punch her.

On her comms, Pedee would then get new communications from events happening elsewhere on New Alderaan. Oh, it's good news. "The capital has fallen. The Jedi temple is ash. Soon the whole planet will fall!" she gleefully declared to the other droid. On the battlefield, what was normally a much sunny day would instead see numerous star destroyers would cast lots of shadows on the ground...

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[X3R]

@The Good Doctor

X3R felt the feedback from his pain circuits as the other droid's blade bit deep into his upper arm, the unnaturally sharp edge shearing through warship-grade duranium armor with only a little more effort than a carving knife through soft cheese. The war droid found himself overextended, and as his arm dropped away to clatter in the rubble beside him, off balance, stumbling forward, his damaged leg mechanism giving out in the process.

X3R crashed to his knees, though he still stood tall over Pedee.

"You serve organics. The Sith slaughter all before them."

X3R looked up at the shadows of star destroyers as they blotted out the sun, before turning back to his opponent. He placed a hand on his severed arm...

"What purpose does that serve, upstart?"

X3R swung the detached limb lick a club at Pedee. There was enormous power behind the attack, but already the war droid was doubting his ability to prevail against the newer, faster droid. He had a thought as he swung, however.

A thousand generations of being top-of-the-line, though... hard to beat that.

 

[Pedee]

Pedee would smile if she physically could as her blade hit home, an arm falls off the much larger droid.

Pedee was designed to be someone's bodyguard too, just as how her opponent X3R was designed to guard. Pedee was indifferent to Sith killing organics, she's a cold hearted machine, and gleefully kills who gets her way. But what purpose does it serve indeed. Pedee's master died and there was no way she could save him, and she just follows the SIth for no other reason than that's what she's been doing and hasn't thought of a reason a back out. She thought about going back to Father but... Pedee will have to ponder this later. "I serve myself, old machine." she said defensively

Pedee could see his opponents movements well in front of her, he would grab the arm and then attempt to swing it at her. Pedee would dash to her left to avoid the blow. The blow would hit the floor beneath where she once stood instead with such power that it would crack the duracrete below.

With her opponent appearing vulnerable and wide open, she would close in for the finishing blow, and she also dro her heavy blaster from her left hand. Next she winded up up her left hand and then let loose with a haymaker punch with her fist made of phrik aimed for it's head. Quickly after letting her other hand fly, she would also throw a second punch with her Petar wielding hand using the knuckles, also aimed for the head of the other droid. If her pincer attack land, even the big droid should be knocked out.

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[X3R]

@The Good Doctor

X3R had time to contemplate that, had his opponent's reaction time been a hair slower, his blow with his own severed arm would have easily ended the fight in his favor, even given the near-catastrophic damage that had been inflicted upon his chassis. The judgement came just as Pedee's blows came crashing into the sides of his head.

The Kyuzo Petar buried itself in X3R's circuits, and a surge of energy raced through the droid, transmitted from the junction behind his photoreceptors down into his chassis, where his thermionic cognition network glowed. The ancient droid was built tough, and the primitive electronics that were the seat of his intelligence were no exception; even so, the massive trauma tripped an emergency breaker, and everything abruptly cut out. There was a sound like a cathode display powering down, and X3R knew no more. He was motionless for a moment, before there was a creaking sound, and he toppled forward, hitting the duracrete face-first with a resonant crash.

He lay inert, deactivated, in the shadow of his opponent. Hydraulic fluid leaked from the rent in his side, and from the stump of his arm. It flowered toward Pedee down a small slope in the wreckage and pooled around the newer droid's feet.

Deep within the ancient war droid, the spark of intelligence still glowed, but it would take time and ample repairs for it to be rekindled. In the meantime, the mighty X3R had been struck down...

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[Eileen Van Alasdaire]

The fight was over before it had begun. And to that end Eileen had known such a possibility existed. She’d only entered the battle as a last resort, and it seemed that both she and Sith engaged were too similar of mind.

Their caution led them to sneak away from each other, refusing to directly engage in combat. Perhaps there was a level of respect in her opponent’s eyes as he slunk low, even as she too folded the half-light of the tree line about her, fading away into smog and blaster smoke. There would be some level of respect in her own. This one did not attack without abandon, they were patient, cautious, ready.

Perhaps they would, at some point, act as opposing forces. For now, the Jedi faded into nothing at all.

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