Korriban:The Fateful Duel

[xrisxian]

This looked like the final moment of the battle. Vega eagerly anticipated Dramen's last strike to be the death blow. The fight seemed exhausted, as both assailants were wounded and exasperated. Vega watch the both of them, tattered in sweat and blood. He was surprised by Dramen's valor, and with the increase of fury in the feud, he grew respect for his fellow Sith. As Vega had no alliances, he viewed Dramen possibly as a substantial comrade. Sith would need to fight together in order to destroy the Republic--a Brotherhood.

 

[Kaane]

He thought he could hold the lock.

He thought wrong.

With a burst of inhuman strength from his combatant, Drendg was pushed aside, his guard open as he gasped in shock and desperation. His face was frozen in a glare of fear, even as it left his body, rolling off his shoulders and into the dust below. It made a single revolution on the sandy ground before coming to rest on his lekku, still thrashing reflexively from the sudden trauma, nerves still desperately attempting to cling to life as it lost oxygen. Meanwhile, the rest of his body had immediately gone limp, whatever support he might have held for Dramen collapsing as the Sith's last breath expired through his cauterized, half-fused trachea. In only a few seconds, it was over. Though the darkness still surrounded the remaining pair, it would feel as if the heaviest presence had lifted from them.

Drendg was vanquished; only his spirit left behind to roil in his own hatred and powerlessness, tortured for all eternity upon the deadened surface of Korriban by his own, still-unfulfilled desire.

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Whenever Dramen would decide to work his way off the ground from his hard-fought battle, both he and his new compatriot would notice something floating in their general direction on the wind.

Upon closer examination from either, it would appear to be a sabacc tarot card, one similar to those used by the fortune tellers in the seedy tourist districts on Corellia or Coruscant, attempting to make a quick credit off an unsuspecting lout with a need for psychic guidance. Yet this particular one was visibly hand-painted, and charged with an energy all its own; still dark, yet far different than the presence that had once occupied the area. Unfamiliar, unsettling and comforting at the same time. Upon its front facet, the picture of a chariot manned by a stately prince, carried unto battle by two strange beasts. And upon its back, etched in a gentle, flowing Basic indicative of someone who enjoyed taking his sweet time writing, was a simple message.

"You have done me a service. We shall be in touch."

Should either of them look towards the horizon where the card had floated in from, they might catch a fleeting glimpse of a silvery, glittering silhouette disappearing into the dust-laden gales beyond.

 

[WalkerMage102]

He had finally done it.

As Volantis Drendg's head fell from his body, Dramen knew it was over. He disignited his lightsaber and rested his head on the sandy ground, letting the fulfillment and victory soak in. A feeling of warmth flowed through him as he knew that Drendg was finally dead for good. Drendg finally avanged his father, and he had also finally proved to himself that he meant something.

"You see, Vega? That is how True Sith Battle." He said in finality, starting to get up. Suddenly, he felt a dark presence from nearby. It was different from Drendg, but still dark. As he sat up, Dramen turned his head and saw a quick flash of a silvery glittering silhouette that disappeared the second he caught glimpse of it. A card of some sort fell next to him. Still sitting on the floor, he picked it up in curiosity and read the message on the back, which said "You have done me a service. We shall be in touch." confusing him profoundly. He tried to stand up so that he could rejoin Vega, but every fiber in his body burned with pain. Not only had he broken his wrist bone and some ribs, he had also tired his body out with the massive amounts of power that he had allowed to push through his body. He looked to the young boy Vega, who was still holding onto his lightsaber pike. He looked into his eyes, hoping that he would come and help him up off the ground. Dramen had not been reduced to some petty victim, in fact he had become much stronger. All he needed now was a little help from someone else.

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