Ask [Nixor] Fires of Anarchy

[Zeel Kadan]

Chaos. It burns in the wake of destruction. In truth, Zeel delights in such things. After a recent skirmish with the Killiks, Nixor was in a panic. It's people scrambled, cried out in the streets. And who had come to relieve their suffering? The Jedi, of course, meddling worms as they were, all too eager to spread hope and justice where Zeel desires only anarchy and fire. Now, they scurry like little rats to the nearby space-port, where disgusting do-gooders distributed supplies and healing. Honestly, if there ever was such a bold opportunity, Zeel could not find it. This was perfect. So many helpless people all bundled together in a single location, and while their precious city burned.

His fangs gleam as he smiles, strides into the space-port with a swagger, and an all too cruel glow of darkness swirling within his eyes. What would these people do without their shelter? Their protection? They were roaches, and surely, they would scatter as expected. He's different than everyone else here, drawing eyes from the forlorn and desperate. Where they clung to one another in scorched and tattered clothing, Zeel was dressed in sleek, black attire, unblemished and otherwise undamaged. Yes, he stood out, and the people were staring.

All the better, Zeel thinks, like a snake all too eager to bite.

"People, people, one and all. Sad little worms of Nixor. Don't weep too harshly." The honeyed voice of the Nautolan is wrong. It is slick with poison and cruelty. "The fun isn't over yet." They don't know what he is, don't know the danger, not until he pulls out his saber, ignites it into the skull of some depressed looking refugee. The man doesn't even scream, just slumps over as the blade hisses through his brain. Some don't even seem to fully realize what has happened. But then, they understood. They screamed. Sith. Sith! Run! Hide!

Zeel can only laugh with the cold frost of Hoth's glaciers. Zeel was more than a Sith, he was chaos incarnate, and he wanted only for their pain and terror. In a blur, the Sith flings his saber outward, and it soars through the air, spins through the retreating bodies of some panicked family. They are left in the dust as the crimson blade returns to it's master's hand.

"And where are these Jedi that hide here? Will they come out and play?" The sick grin that spreads his maw is all teeth and brutality. He wondered how many would die before a more fitting partner decided to dance.

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[Fynn Tarrell]

Arriving on Nixor, Fynn knew the attack from the killik forces had to be stopped. It wasn't anywhere close to the size of an invasion of any sort, but they were still a lethal force. Under his command he would send assisting Resistance forces to clear out the killiks. Fighting left and right against bugs and joined, the Sephi Jedi had been fighting off each oppositional warrior in his path. After hours of fighting, the killiks fled. The city on Nixor was saved for now.

The people were being treated by medical personnel, as well as any healers the Jedi had on hand. The citizens of this planet were traumatized from the recent events. It was at a weak point. Fynn wouldn't allow for any threats to come here again anytime soon. Then coming from the smoke, a Sith warrior began making his way forward toward the Jedi Councilor. It was a sore sight for eyes to see an embodiment of evil coming his way. Unknown of their intentions.

Just then, he flung his lightsaber out to trusting civilians. They trusted he was here on a ceasefire, and instead he was slaughtering them. Like lambs. Nothing here was right. Not before not now. And the Councilor of the Jedi Order was not going to stand for this act. No it was wrong, he was killing innocents and the only to end this was to end him. It was the lesser of two evils. It was the right thing in this moment to do.

"Hey Sith! You ugly bastard come pick on someone your own size!"

Fynn was obviously taller being Sephi, and more muscular, and more handsome of course. But this was a serious moment and the Sith was going to be dealt with.

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[Zeel Kadan]

Naturally, the Jedi would notice the Nautolan. He wasn't exactly being quiet about his criminal ventures. The people were not why Zeel had come, despite his enjoyment of their torment. While other Sith prided themselves in being social with the Jedi, Zeel saw a simple opportunity to take advantage of the Killik threat for his own gain. Eyes glow harshly as they turn toward the Jedi, like a moth to a flame, or perhaps, a lamb to a slaughter.

"Oh, I had intended to." The Nautolan practically purrs. He cares little for the appearance of the Sephi, only knows that this was a challenge which Zeel was all too eager to accept. The red glow of his saber burns harshly as the Sith offers a fanged smile, and begins to advance. "Civilians don't really put up a fun fight. That's why you're here." The Champion reasons, "As the entertainment."

There's no hesitation. Only a delighted gleam within tainted eyes as he launches himself at the Sephi. There is no honor here, no wait for the Jedi to grab his weapon. Only the cold hostility of Zeel's cruel nature as he swings the red blade in his right hand toward the man's legs. After all, he didn't want to end the fight too quickly, and going for the neck was boring. Zeel was here to have some fun.

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[Fynn Tarrell]

Listening to the yawn of a speech the Sith began to make on his way over to fight the Jedi Councilor, Fynn would prep his lightsaber into his left hand, and ignite it when the Sith got closer. The speech being made sounded like the Bharlie Crown parents in the cartoon. 'Waah wu-wuhhh waahh'. Annoying.

Then the swing of a lightsaber ignited the embers of this soon to be flame of a fight. Fynn knowing just what to do had sent his blade down and out to block the strike made by the Sith, whilst also force pushing with a strength of small speeder smacking the Champion in the chest. It was a quick motion leaving close to no reaction time. If the strike would prove successful the Sephi would look finish the fight early.

Was this all the Sith got? All he could swing at the Jedi? Perhaps the Empire wouldn't be proving to be a problem these days. If they just send crazed Sith to kill innocents after a brutal attack made by the killiks. It was savage, and ruthless. Finally looked like there would be proof of this after all. Especially when Fynn looked over and noticed a group of young teens cowered behind a fence recording the entire situation. Hopefully they got the part where he had been killing families and injured innocents. This would prove useful in the Senate. Might even give the Jedi another chance at redemption.

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[Zeel Kadan]

Well, he hadn't expected it to be too easy. The Jedi's lightsaber clashing against his own with a searing hiss was far from shocking. The sudden concussive force that crashed into his chest most certainly was. He can't breathe, doesn't really have time to understand what happened as he's sent into the air. It ends quickly, the confusion, as he crashes into the floor, reflexively tries to break the fall with an arm, and hears a resounding snap that echoes through his bones with a flash of agony.

He isn't really sure when he's come to a stop, just knows that he can't seem to drag in a breath, that his arm is contorted and shattered, that people are screaming, and it's all suddenly too loud. And... he's not sure how this could have happened. He was fine. And then, so suddenly, he wasn't. Who was this Jedi? Zeel knows he has to get up, and his mind screams at him in panic, because falling like this in a duel was a death sentence, and the nautolan knows it.

But he can't catch his breath, and it seemed that desperate struggle drowned out every other effort his body made.

Blindly, Zeel feels around with his other arm for wherever his lightsaber might have fallen. He's too dazed to really focus, too panicked to really think. Just knows that he needs it. His other arm won't work. The shattered, snapped bone has shredded flesh, and the compound fracture made the limb akin to a dead weight. The pain of it was blinding, made coherent thought impossible, especially for someone who wasn't used to such an injury, nor had he been prepared.

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[Fynn Tarrell]

While Fynn hadn't wanted to come into an altercation, this was necessary. The crazed and deranged lunatic of a Sith Champion had suffered his consequences with the push from Fynn, when it connected it was like watching a rag doll fly away and plummet to the ground. If Fynn had been watching this on TokTik he would have laughed his ass off, but instead he was here in person. It does something different to a person when you're the force that delivers the blow.

As he looked around the kids with their dataphones recording the incident began to run off. Fynn figured they'd recorded the defeat of the Sith here and were satisfied. Making sure the area was clear of any possible witnesses he made his way over to the Sith lying helpless on the ground. A disgusting sight. The man's chest was pretty much caved in. His arm pulsating blood from the arm. The rest of his body weak and bruised. Fynn only felt pity for the maniac.

Using the force he'd pull the Sith's lightsaber to his hand and then look at the Nautolan,

"I will give you the chance to make this right.. and take your own life. Every warrior deserves a chance to die on their own accord.. even mad ones like you..."

Then with pity he dropped the Sith's saber to their hand. Fynn kept his blade at the ready to defend. Should they make a final attempt to attack the Jedi, he would be prepared to do what he must. Hopefully Fynn doesn't have to see it come to that...

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[Zeel Kadan]

Zeel can hear the Jedi, looming over him with judging eyes. The Nautolan's own burn with hatred. To Fynn, the suggestion of suicide might have been some backwards form of honor, but to Zeel, he saw it only as a cruel and mocking taunt. Fynn was laughing at him, not out loud perhaps, but the Sith knows a snake when he hears one. Fingers curl around the lightsaber promptly dropped into his reaching hand, and the weight of the weapon is soothing, in a way, even as he chokes for breath. The arm doesn't really even hurt anymore. Instead, the Nautolan feels a clammy sense of cold, a fogginess spreading across his mind to numb the panic, and an uncomfortable sensation of nausea as shock begins to set in.

The red lightsaber ignites with a hiss, and perhaps just as expected, it swings weakly for Fynn. Of course, Zeel knows that effort is clumsy, knows the Jedi will have little issue parrying the blow, knows that he's lost. But to the Sith, that last ounce of spite was worth it in the end, because either way, he was going to die. This Jedi would not get to coward out of dealing the final blow. He would not get the satisfaction of the Sith taking his own life. No, he would look at Zeel, making one last, hopeless effort to slice at the Sephi, and know that in his final moments, the Nautolan hated him.

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[Fynn Tarrell]

Hoping for the love of Force, that the Sith would take the advice of the Jedi Councilor and take his own life. It was the way with most honor for this situation, but now instead of doing as he was given the chance to.. he swung his blade at the Jedi once again. It was a pitiful attempt to make a final attack, but if the Sith Champion wished to die here this way, then so be it.. Fynn wasn't happy to be the one to take their life but now he had to. This was the only way he could see fit now.

Swiftly reacting, he used the force to stasis the hand of the Sith Champion and keep it in place preventing a strike from the blade, while using his own to strike the arm of the Nautolan Sith cutting clean, and the spinning the blade in a clockwise motion a couple times and stopping it with the blade pointing directly at the heart of the deranged lunatic.

"There is no light for monsters like you.. only darkness.."

Then with a quick motion he drove the blade into the Sith's chest, and knelt as he had done the deed. This was nothing he wished to have to do, but the Sith left him no choice.. Fynn was heartbroken he had to take the life of another.. the internal pain within him was disheartening.. but he had to, to save the innocents left. Fortunately it was monster he had to kill..

Standing back up after looking into the eyes of the Nautolon, he would look over and force pull the Sith's weapon to his hand. As hit made it to his grasp, the Sephi would analyze the hilt and remember it as the day he had to put down a rabid dog. A sigh of disappointment came out as he took a couple steps away from the body of the Champion and clipped both sabers to his belt. He had to get back to the rescue teams. He had to save who all remained. Then afterwards, he had a kyber to purify. A gift to a future padawan perhaps.

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[Zeel Kadan]

He's not even fully coherent of it, perhaps due to the shock, or the failing struggle for oxygen. Just knows that he feels the fiery agony of the Jedi's lightsaber cutting through his arm. It seemed the Jedi intended to punish him. Zeel can almost respect it, in some sick sort of way, at least in the distorted, fuzzy sensation of thought that he was able to form.

Fynn speaks, Zeel doesn't grasp the words, just feels that boiling sensation of hatred toward the voice, the last he would ever hear. Darkening vision reveals the dazzling light of the Jedi's blade as it plunges through his chest and into one of his hearts, not so quick a death as one might expect. The Nautolan might have screamed, had he had the breath for it. Instead, his body goes rigid, muscles tense as thought slips away. No longer does he grasp the Jedi's presence, nor his own, knows only for certain that this was the end, and he was dying.

Zeel's body shudders.

His final sensation is of fear.

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