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The Sith
M Hammond
Mira Albion
The Jedi
Guhoo Armstrong
Tytos
Nar Shaddaa, a treacherous place of death and destruction, a villainous hive of scum and crime, a bloody house of cards built upon the rotting dead. This is the last place any self respecting, good natured being would ever want to find themselves. Mira Albion loved it here. This was where the fun happened, where a Jedi and a Sith could have a Corellian Ale together and no one would ever know. A place where a Sith Crusader and a Jedi Knight could fight to the death, then agree on a tie and become temporary friends. This was a world free of outside interference, where anything could happen without consequences being expected.
It was here that Mira chose her battlefield.
She contacted the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order, gave him an ultimatum really. He was a former apprentice of her's, to assume she had no way of contacting him was to assume grossly incorrectly. Her ultimatum? He came and fought her to the death, or she'd kill refugees and anyone sent against her until he came to fight her. Guhoo knew Mira, he knew she never joked about such wonderfully dark things.
Mira brought along a mysterious companion with her, a man whose madness almost rivaled Mira's own. Hammond, he was called. Looking out from where they stood, she awaited the arrival of their opponents.
Where did they stand? Twas a massive arena Mira had chosen. The middle of an abandoned shipping pad, rumored to be infected with the Rakghoul Plague. Mira was already vaccinated, and did not fear it, but the populace feared it enough to abandon nearly 100 square meters of space along with thousands of light plasteel and heavy durasteel crates, although empty ones.
But the arena was not the focus of the battle, the focus was on the enemy, and if they did not come soon, Mira would act out her threat.
M Hammond
Mira Albion
The Jedi
Guhoo Armstrong
Tytos
Nar Shaddaa, a treacherous place of death and destruction, a villainous hive of scum and crime, a bloody house of cards built upon the rotting dead. This is the last place any self respecting, good natured being would ever want to find themselves. Mira Albion loved it here. This was where the fun happened, where a Jedi and a Sith could have a Corellian Ale together and no one would ever know. A place where a Sith Crusader and a Jedi Knight could fight to the death, then agree on a tie and become temporary friends. This was a world free of outside interference, where anything could happen without consequences being expected.
It was here that Mira chose her battlefield.
She contacted the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order, gave him an ultimatum really. He was a former apprentice of her's, to assume she had no way of contacting him was to assume grossly incorrectly. Her ultimatum? He came and fought her to the death, or she'd kill refugees and anyone sent against her until he came to fight her. Guhoo knew Mira, he knew she never joked about such wonderfully dark things.
Mira brought along a mysterious companion with her, a man whose madness almost rivaled Mira's own. Hammond, he was called. Looking out from where they stood, she awaited the arrival of their opponents.
Where did they stand? Twas a massive arena Mira had chosen. The middle of an abandoned shipping pad, rumored to be infected with the Rakghoul Plague. Mira was already vaccinated, and did not fear it, but the populace feared it enough to abandon nearly 100 square meters of space along with thousands of light plasteel and heavy durasteel crates, although empty ones.
But the arena was not the focus of the battle, the focus was on the enemy, and if they did not come soon, Mira would act out her threat.