Simulation Aurek [CLOSED]

[Matty]

"Once again we shall face each other in single combat… and the victor will decide the fate of the galaxy!"
―Darth Malak, to Revan

3,959 BBY


The man known as Revan sprinted down the gleaming metal halls of the Star Forge. The ancient space station shook violently as a barrage of turbolaser fire hammered it's midsection. Revan stumbled briefly, steadying himself on a nearby wall. Sweat began to collect under his "borrowed" Mandalorian mask. The one time symbol of his time as a Sith Lord, had now be turned into a beacon of hope for the Galaxy. Revan vowed to himself and those around him that he would do whatever it took to bring the man known as Darth Malak to justice. Still unknown to even himself as to why they journeyed down the path to the darkside, stopping Malak at all cost was the only way he could redeem himself. Revan turned right down another corridor and picked up his speed. his once hastened run had transformed into a full on sprint. Sweat continued to collect under the mask, briefly blurring his vision. With a small grunt, Revan stopped his sprint and quickly removed his mask. The rush of cold sterile air caused the Jedi to smile briefly. He wiped his brow with his right sleeve, wishing that he had a drink of water to cool his parched throat. The Star Forge began to jostle once more as another volley of turbolaser fire lanced the starboard section of the space station. Flecks of dust and metal slowly rained down upon the Jedi. His hair taking on a slight grayish tint from the plethora of dust.

"I know what must be done" Revan said, his voice full of confidence and resolve

Revan donned his mask once more and set upon his destination. A lingering coolness touched the far reaches of his mind. The smile that the Jedi once carried quickly transformed into a look of grim determination. The cool presence could only be one thing. Malak. The man had finally made himself known. Revan spun on his heel and made a sharp right turn, his speed picking up slightly. Revan turned down another long hallway, pausing only to stop before a turbolift. Revan nodded once to himself before pressing a series of keys on a nearby 'pad. The elevator doors opened up with a swoosh, allowing the grizzled Jedi to enter. The doors shut with a resounding clang as the turbolift rocketed towards the main observation deck. The Jedi's stomach lurched slightly at the sudden influx of movement. Butterflies began to circle around causing the Jedi to swallow any lingering nervousness. He couldn't afford to have any doubt in his mind. He couldn't afford to show any sign of weakness. There was only one possible result in the fight to be.


"Im… [cough] impossible. I… I cannot be beaten. I am the Dark Lord of the Sith." Malak said, his respirator adding a metallic twang to his tone

"The power of the light will always be stronger than the dark side." Revan replied as he exited the turbolift and took a position in the center of the observation deck

"Still… [cough] still spouting the wisdom the Jedi, I see. Maybe there is more truth in their code than I ever believed. I… I cannot help but wonder, Revan. What would have happened had our positions been reversed? What if fate had decreed I would be captured by the Jedi? Could I have returned to the light, as you did? [cough] If you had not led me down the dark path in the first place, what destiny would I have found?" Malak said, his voice dripping with hate as he activated his crimson-red lightsaber, the blade springing to life with a snap-hiss.

"I am sorry I started you on this path. But you chose to continue down it." Revan replied once more, his tone one of hurt and shame.

The Jedi dipped his head slightly, gazing out into the battle that was now in full swing. Republic Hammerhead-class cruisers traded fire with Sith Star Destroyers in a deadly dance that should never have to be repeated. Revan gave a small shake of his head before turning back to his one time apprentice. He let his right hand fall to his side. With a small tug with the force, the silver hilt of his own lightsaber sprung into his hand. He gripped the cold metal tightly and with a small flick of his wrist, his own sapphire blade sprung to life. It's own blue light already fighting for dominance against Malak's red.

Malak raised his blade in the traditional stance of the Shien form before charging at the redeemed Jedi. Revan raised his own blade, parrying Malak's overhead strike. A shower of sparks erupted from the contact. Malak ducked back slightly, backing away three steps before raising his blade once more to give another
overhanded strike.

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[Apollyon]

Vermin was digitally animated behind the Former "Dark Lord" Malak, if one could call him that. He knew full well that technically and historically speaking NEITHER of these men were ever truly Sith, just mere Dark Jedi, as powerful as they may have been the true Emperor.of that time period sat on his throne DEEP in uncharted space. However those things were trivial, Vermin's mission was stated clearly, defeat the Jedi Younglings that would be animated at any moment, and then aid Lord Malak in the crushing of Revan. Vermin knew his actions here wouldn't change what actually happened on this day, he knew Revan spoke truly on this occasion and Lord Malak did die in this duel, however for a brief moment the Sith would relish in victory, for a brief moment history would be rewritten, the dark side would be triumphant!

 

[Thadd Garazon]

**GASP** Thadd opened his eyes and took a deep quick breath. The world around him seemed to appear form thin air. But this was no dream. The large observation window revealed that outside the battle of Rakata Prime was in full force. Battle cruiser and destroyers could be seen from a far exchanging turbo-laser fire, smaller fighters swarmed in their attack formations chasing one another, and huge explosions from destroyed star cruisers lit up the observation deck from time to time. He was inside the star forge's observation deck standing directly behind Master Revan. Master Revan's lightsaber was ignited and in attack stance. Dark Lord Malak was standing in front of them two, no more than 3 meters away, lightsaber also ignited and in a readied position. Suddenly another figure appeared in the room, another Sith - an Acolyte. Thadd's eyes narrowed as he felt the dark presence fill the room. While huge ships fought the battle outside with million ton vessels, the real battle would be fought here. The true outcome would come down to a hand full of warriors, Jedi, and Sith.
Thadd wasted no time and cleared his mind of all emotion, he relaxed and let the the force fill his body like a cool stream of water. His lightsaber jumped from his utility belt in to his hand and he ignited his blue blade **SNAP-HISS**. The battle was on.
The whole deck shook violently from a nearby explosion but the four force users in the room didn't seem to be affected. They were all transfixed on each other, who would make the first move....

 

[Radiwalker]

Drenn being digitally animated next to the so called Vermin, standing behind Darth Malak, was still wondering why Revan took the side of the jedi. Why did he throw away so much power. Malak, of course, was a weakling, Revan managed to defeat this so called Dark Lord of the Sith, in his weakened state. However all of this was past, it couldn`t be changed and Drenn knew that. He was at that place, not to expirience the war, or see Revan and Malak fight off, but to test his own capabilities against the jedi. He wanted to evaluate himself, test his power and after a thorough analysis, to find his weaknesses and improve himself.

One of the jedi had already appeared behind Revan. Although Malak and Revan were already in the midst of a fight, the time for the young togurta to attack had not come. He threw a smirking gaze at Vermin, as he was glad there were... thing like that on the side of the Empire. Although he could not call it a person, Drenn had noted that the creature was powerful and was more then an asset for the Empire. Overall he was eager to fight alongside it and whoever else was to appear on the side of the Empire.

 

[Alucard]

Zayne was animated next to the former dark lord and Jedi legend Revan and jedi padawan Thadd whom he would be fighting with. He saw the ships flying through the air and the planet Lehon underneath them as the two sids fought for control of this huge space station and planet. He remembered the lessons on Revan and Malak and knew how this battle would end. But he noticed the two other Sith behind malak and knew this would be trouble. So he unhooked his curved lightsaber and activated it to reveal its blue blade. He then stood next to Revan and waitedfor the first move to be made

 

[Black Noise]

The digitally animated image of Forlorn sighed. Standing on the other side of the acolyte known as Vermin, a small smile appeared. She had heard about this day, talked about often between other acolytes. She wasn't really sure what happened here, she didn't read about it because she couldn't read, but she knew it was important. Thus, flourishing her reenforced Vibroblade, she waited for them to make the first move.

This day would not, could not, be forgotten.

 

[Fyston]

The image of Fyston Sutsgy phased in behind Revan and next to another Padawan named Thadd Garazon, a man who Fyston hadn't worked with before. He spotted a Togruta across from him and kept his eyes on him as he bowed, a polite notion. Regardless, he saw Revan standing just a few feet away and couldn't help but respect the man. He had shown that even the harshest, most evil Sith Lord could be redeemed and forgiven. He shone as a beacon of the Light in the Force with no trace of the man once called Darth.

Regardless, they weren't in the simulator to discuss politics while drinking tea and eating some Outer Rim delicacy. No, they were here to fight. As such, Fyston unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and stepped into his stance. His dominant foot was drawn back and his arms drawn back over his head. He wasn't vulnerable, by any means. No, by the time anything happened he could react in more than two dozen ways, all in the blink of an eye. He was in a true Djem So attack stance and simply thumbed the activation stud, igniting his lightsaber and scorching the air, causing the false room to smell of burned ozone. Fyston dropped his voice so that only his fellow Jedi could hear him before speaking.

"May the Force be with you."

 

[Radiwalker]

(We have permission to start the fighting, so I hope you don`t mind as I jump right to it :P also we should keep the posting order to sith/jedi/sith/jedi/sith/jedi)

Drenn witnessed the last jedi appear behind Revan. That was it, the battle was about to begin. The latest arrival gave the young togruta a bow, with a smirk on his face he did the same, it was to show respect to his enemies, sith too had honor. However all of that was irrelevant, as they would now fight and aim to slice eachother down.

The young apprentice drew out his double-bladed lightsaber and ignited it, holding it in his right arm, straight in front of his chest. Drenn threw one last look at his allies, then at Malak and Revan, who were already clashing their sabers, then he looked forward to his enemies and charged.

The togruta first extended his left hand and used a force push to try and separate his enemies a little. He had a wide choice for whom to attack, but he had already made his decision. The young sith ran straight for the jedi who bowed to him, he seemed like someone who had experience in combat and that`s just what Drenn wanted - someone to evaluate himself by.

He started off with a simple attacking sequence, first he brought his saber to his right side and as he entered melee range, he immediately performed an inward, horizontal slash with the right side blade of the lightsaber, aiming for the enemy`s lower chest. After such a movement, his lightsaber would naturally reach his left side, thus he would grab hold of the hilt with his left hand as well and perform a stab for the opponent`s chest. As a follow up to the stab, he would pull his saber backwards and spin it in a semicirle around and above his shoulder, attempting an overshoulder slash with the back blade of the saber, aiming it for the adversary`s right shoulder.

Instantly post finishing the third attack, Drenn would leap backwards, to create some distance between him and his oppoenent in case he would attempt a counter-attack, or his allies would charge in to attack the togruta. He kept mindful of his surroundings, ready to defend and counter. This battle was only just beginning and he could already feel the adrenalin pumping in his veins, it brought a huge smile to his face, he enjoyed battle, but what he enjoyed more, was bloodshed and there would certainly be plenty of that to come.