(Open) Blood Soaked

[Arisalin]

Darasuum Helios Jhun - Soldier, hero on the front, best fighter in his company. His surroundings were a stark contrast to the screams from the front. He was part of a patrol unit that scouted into enemy territory during Hell Hour. It was the most intense time of combat and enemy movments during the early times of the day. They had put him and his vode there because of their skill. It had resulted in hours of gruesome close-combat on Alaskan. Clearing buildings, ambushing enemy scouts only to be ambushed right back.

And the Jedi - Darasuum remembered blearily the spectral forms that would rush faster then any normal being blasting men out of their way and leaping over walls and fortifications. The bloody glory of it was a feeling he would never forget as he knelt over the body of the Jetti scum who had slain his squad mates, sliced through his wrist severing bone and flesh with his saber while cauterizing it at the same time. He had killed him. Now he had been sent away from the front. He prayed his time would come to rejoin his vode before the assault of Curuscant.

He leaned back and let his eyes wander across the training yard fingering his gloved cybernetic hand. He wished to spar. Darasuum needed an opponent.

 

[Supreme Commander]

N'Kuna, slightly fatigued from his previous bouts with the droids, was still eager to find another opponent. This time, an organic one. He begins stretching by himself in an empty training circle. N'Kuna is garbed in his father's Beskar'gam, a color of all black save the silver breast plates, visor and pauldrons. N'Kuna notices Darasuum across the training yard fingering his hand. N'Kuna senses that Darasuum is wanting a fight and N'Kuna at first shakes off this notion. Again something tugs at N'Kuna saying he should approach Darasuum. Though Darasuum is older is near exactly N'Kuna's size and build and N'Kuna knows that he has more experience and would provide a greater challenge. Excited at this, thought N'Kuna jogs over to his ori'vod, and asks simply "Would you like to spar with me?

 

[Arisalin]

Darasuum stood and managed a slight smile with a nod. The young man looked just that, young. It did not bother Darasuum. Combat is combat, no matter the opponent. "I need to break this thing in eh vod?" Darasuum said wiggling his cybernetic fingers jokingly. It wasn't a funny joke to him, it was pretty serious. He shoved that thought aside. He reached into his pack and withdrew one of the sparring staves he had brought. It was the same one he had used as a young man with his brother and father. He missed them. Revenge had struck swiftly enough that dark night several years ago.

Darasuum motioned out into the field of combatants, "Lead the way." He did not know if the young man had his things in a different section, or if he didn't have them at all. He assumed it was the first.