"Do you truly know the muffin man?" [Colton]

[Raphael Xandir]

"Siarbras Wo, nesti nuyak leidimas."

Raphael awoke from his daze created by his consistent boredom on this planet. He looked over the armor set and wondered why Blood needed it now, he should of brought it with him the first place. The young man muttered to himself, mocking his father a bit as he was annoyed at how long they were on this world.

Gathering the set of armor from the storage bay, Raphael attempted to carry it out of the Infiltrator. He knew his father was a good bit bigger than him but blast it this suit was beyond heavy. How does his master maintain any movement with this burdening his body? Raphael slowly struggled down the ramp, looking for an inevitable conflict that his father had gotten into.

After a significant walk, he could see Lord Blood in the distance. He had begun to sweat but the end was in sight. Standing in front of his father seemed to be an interesting fellow. The young acolyte could feel something different about this individual; he just couldn’t place it yet.

Moving to his holowatch on his left wrist, he signaled back to the Infiltrator. "Valkyr, keep this ship ready.”

Approaching the pair, he dissected their cautious body language. They were in the midst of conflict already Raphael could sense it. Surely his master could take this weak looking being. Immediately regretting his thoughts, he looked upon the tonfa lightsabers, maybe it would be an even bout. He was clearly experienced, more than likely a Jedi it seems yet he didn’t carry himself as such. Jedi wouldn’t jump into conflict so quick and he knew his father didn’t come to this planet to seek out conflict.

This must be one of those rare breeds of force users, he had heard of a few of them. He despised what they stood for, not following the Sith and sitting idly within the force. Raphael gave a quick look to his father, handing him the armor set.

“Katsofirse, smells of wasted talent…” Raphael glared down the man with his silver eyes.

[Arruna Lom]

The reassuring words of the nearby jet black Zabrak she knew were meant to calm her nerves. The thing was, it wasn't that she was really worried that Colt couldn't handle the Sith before him, but rather that the Sith would sense her presence, and drag her off back to Sith space and trap her in their lies, betrayals, corruption, and darkness once more. Even though she knew better now, Arruna wasn't a hundred percent sure she was strong enough to necessarily fight off the false promises of power, respect, and knowledge that had entrapped her once before.

Self-doubt was still very much alive and part of her, even at this stage in her journey.

Arruna watched the screens before her intently for a good while. That was at least until a nagging feeling inside told her to look beyond the screens. Intuition was not something Arruna relied solely on, but when something inside of her urged her to look beyond what her eyes and ears saw and hear, she also wasn't one to ignore it. Consequently, she reached out with the Force, using the image of the two children on Doornik 628E to temper her rage she had regarding the Sith, namely the Dark Council who had used her and her abilities to do their dirty work, and then promptly denied her promotion from Acolyte to Assassin even though she had succeeded in her missions and began to passively observe everything around her to perhaps find out why she had that nagging feeling inside that everything wasn't quite as they might seem. And that was when she found it, the milky apparition of another, another Sith most likely onboard the Sith ship, leaving its confines. (Surveillance)

"Of course there is," she commented matter-of-factly to the Zabrak nearby, "There's another one out there. And he's on his way to the other, with armor. I should've known that would be the case. Probably the main one's Apprentice or Acolyte. Be prepared, this is going to get quite messy, I have a feeling."

At that point, the new arrival had made his way toward the first one and Colt, and Arruna immediately leapt into action without a second thought.

There was no way she was going to let the Sith gang up on Colt 2-1, even if Arruna was still uncertain of joining the unfolding scene before her deep down.

Consequently, she promptly grabbed her lightsaber, vibroknife, blaster, and put on her own armor before having headed toward the scene as well.

[Slade Xandir]

[just for sake of the armor and ect, gonna just have Blood in it and all, just so this is finished how it should be. Also, mind this post, please> academy-f19/restrictions-on-force-orientation-t55.html , just so none of the staff tap your shoulder or anything on your post.]




Even as he was in the armor, he felt naked in this savagery he hadn't expected from this Mandolorian. Blood saw the majority of mankind as nothing more than animals, but he had underestimated exactly how undisciplined this man had managed to allow himself to become. Vial was cast aside, landing in the soft clutches of grass as he both unhinged and unfolded his sabers in a smooth flick of his wrist.

It was almost a second too late before the sabers were ignited before they collided with the spray of brighter colors from his adversary, but those burgundy blades met the ends of those tonfas, spraying the both of them with the remnants of emberous plasma, bright and painful against any exposed skin that might have been underneath it's fall. Blood kept his teeth grit, his snarl bared as he pushed forward against the man before him. It was a crash of power, tremendous and vengeful against a gentleman's indignation. Haughty Blood had been in this regard; who what this metal headed man to tell him he was not fit to live? Who was he to dare say who deserved life, and who did not? The Sith had come here on non-hostile terms, but it seemed Jakelia, and all of it's inhabitants were nothing more than savage and mindless aggressors.

Could've been a Sith, Colt seemed to fit such a glove, his serpentine agility struck, but alas he was not one of Blood's gems.
And if he got out of this encounter, Mr. Hunter would surely weep upon the sins he committed this very day.

"You classless oaf, I will see your homes burn from your ignorant insolence!"

He had been pushed from his footing based in the soil's holding as the kick sent the Sith Lord back by half a meter. He hadn't fell, but he knew well enough he wouldn't take to kindly to being pushed away from this venomous encounter. Wild and tactful, his sabers came to cross and seek purchase against the armor of this Mandolorian as Jar Kai was his obviously well-practiced method of murder, and whether this Mando was chief of this planet or chief of the next grave laid out for him, Blood had intentions to put this dog down.

[Slade Xandir]

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Even as he was in the armor, he felt naked in this savagery he hadn't expected from this Mandolorian. Blood saw the majority of mankind as nothing more than animals, but he had underestimated exactly how undisciplined this man had managed to allow himself to become. Vial was cast aside, landing in the soft clutches of grass as he both unhinged and unfolded his sabers in a smooth flick of his wrist.

It was almost a second too late before the sabers were ignited before they collided with the spray of brighter colors from his adversary, but those burgundy blades met the ends of those tonfas, spraying the both of them with the remnants of emberous plasma, bright and painful against any exposed skin that might have been underneath it's fall. Blood kept his teeth grit, his snarl bared as he pushed forward against the man before him. It was a crash of power, tremendous and vengeful against a gentleman's indignation. Haughty Blood had been in this regard; who what this metal headed man to tell him he was not fit to live? Who was he to dare say who deserved life, and who did not? The Sith had come here on non-hostile terms, but it seemed Jakelia, and all of it's inhabitants were nothing more than savage and mindless aggressors.

Could've been a Sith, Colt seemed to fit such a glove, his serpentine agility struck, but alas he was not one of Blood's gems.
And if he got out of this encounter, Mr. Hunter would surely weep upon the sins he committed this very day.

"You classless oaf, I will see your homes burn from your ignorant insolence!"

He had been pushed from his footing based in the soil's holding as the kick sent the Sith Lord back by half a meter. He hadn't fell, but he knew well enough he wouldn't take to kindly to being pushed away from this venomous encounter. His shield generator only activated against the plasma interruption from bullets, fire hazards, or other energy hazards that would take his mind from this one on one. Wild and tactful, his sabers came to cross and seek purchase against the armor of this Mandolorian as Jar Kai was his obviously well-practiced method of murder, and whether this Mando was chief of this planet or chief of the next grave laid out for him, Blood had intentions to put this dog down. With notice of violence and increased heartbeat, Valkyr, his Cathar Warborg ran from the ship, black energy claws extended as she was ready to murder the man who stood against her Maker.



Current Gear Used:

Warbot
Bone Armor
2x Sabers
Lanvorak
Personal Shield Generator
Bacta Tank

[Colton Hunter]

He spun about, after the kick landed, turning himself into a pinwheel flip, to avoid striking the boy. He didn't want to hurt anyone but the pride of the man before him. And if he had to do it physically first, then so be it, but so long as the boy stayed out of the fight, he'd leave him be. He brought both blades around, letting them crash against Blood's blade, then he chuckled. He focused his thoughts, his movement, and at this proximity, he turned his attack into a dance, one blade working around the Sith's, then twisted back around, meaning to push it aside, then he lashed out with the smaller blade, quickly deactivating it. A feint, any blade trying to deflect it, would hit nothing but air, as he jabbed the blunt end forward, for a punch.

Colt found his center in that, it was his method of meditation. Meditation in motion. He had taught Adara that very same thing, and now, he was like the wind, flowing, barely touching the ground. His will and mind sharpened, even as he fed doubts to those challenging him. (Battle Meditation), his senses giving him a greater ability in seeming to know when the man was about to strike again, getting a blade up to block, or just not be in the way, time and again (Combat Sense), he was a master of the blade, and of combat, and it showed now.

"Come on then, show me how powerful the Dark Side is, show me how much more powerful you are than me... beat me and you can leave here without fear, lose, and know I'll always be right behind you, waiting... until the day that Slade is let free from the prison of a mentally deficient spirit that has bound him, somehow," he offered. His words meant to anger, to incite. Let Blood feel that Colt was looking down on him, let him slip up, let his mind falter, and allow Slade to be a distraction, or better. Let Slade win.

"Your existence dishonors Siya's death, Blood... Slade, you're stronger than this," he added.

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Antarian Ranger Armor
Tonfa-Style Lightsabers
Espionage Droid

[Ben Kenobi]

The Fight Internal, the Fight Eternal…

Emotion.

This field of battle was so thick with it that if emotion could be a physical thing, these two would be elbow deep in a thickened mud slick. Colton was the balance of Light and Dark, yet he delivered vast emotion to the fight; Blood was the student of the Dark One, a man who’d crushed Colton two years ago and humbled him outright whilst taking the Silver Knight away. Such desire for vengeance couldn’t be hidden away, not even by one so collected as he. Adara’s memory haunted Colton, and with Blood being the closest thing to Tormentous as he’d gotten in two years… his temper was fire hot and the Darkside of the Force was strong here.

Slade, the pathetic ‘truth’ of Lord Blood. Clinging to one last speck of Light, some semblance of who he used to be. As the ceramic vial landed in the grass, a crack emerged from lip to stern of the polished surface and Siya cried. Wounded, hopeless, despair… these things hurt Slade and filled his heart with woe. Such weakness only led to Blood’s infuriation and he only knew more that the Dark One had been right. The Sire of Darkness could not be undone or brought low. For the Heir of the Dragon had fangs that could not be sheathed.

They came together, Blood’s champagne eyes alight with balefire as his soul drank of the emotional distress that both these men were dwelling upon. He fed, as his Master taught, and so did he reap. Speed, strength, potency, these things were made anew and Blood fell to the offensive. Blades of burgundy fire blazed out in desire to cut this provocative fool down. How he’d relish the burnt corpse to come. Purple and silver slammed against darkened reds, yellow flashes of connecting plasma flared, Blood flashed his teeth, his canines drawing blood from his tongue as he bit down in anticipation of the fight. He wanted this, he needed this, to be unleashed finally was a freedom he failed to resist.

Colton came in strong, his tonfa spinning and slashing like a tornado, such precision thwarted the Sith Lord’s initial offense. Twin red blades flicked and danced in expert parries, in truth the Dragon was forced to struggle just to keep up. Purple searing energy came from the left, feinted and spun down low to lash Blood’s right leg. Blood corrected the failed block too late though his instincts screamed and he jumped backwards out of range to avoid such a pitiful end. Colton was all too eager to continue the fight and he advanced, spearing inward though Blood slapped the silver blade aside and cleaved towards the Mandalorian’s underbelly, the Chieftain twisted away and sent an elbow to the Sith’s chest staggering him backwards though Blood had anticipated this and he fell backwards into a reverse handstand to flip both legs up and take Colton in the gut. The strike landed and finally Colt gave away his balance. Blood had bought precious time to breath and once he came back up, sabers crossed before him, he’d taken a measure of his opponent.

They were not well matched, though the strength of emotion elevated Blood significantly here. Colton could sense his failure in the moment but he was unable to rally his misgivings. This was something he’d have to overcome through time and not something he’d be able to do during battle. The two began to circle one another, looking for a slight opening that would deliver. Seconds mattered in battle, as these two circled it seemed to string on for a full minute; footwork was precise, eyes never flinched, blades hummed a deadly yet steady tune. These two were flawless in form and they could find little of want in one another.

Where an opening could not be found, one could be created. Blood’s sabers flourished about him, Colton tensed in preparation for the assault. Then came the Darkness; Blood focused the mental assault upon Colton and in moments the Mandalorian’s helmet HUD went blank, shadowed by a faux eclipse. Knowing what this was, the Chieftain of Sorell did not panic. His discipline was maintained as Blood vanished from before him, snaked to the right flank and flew in with all speed. Such an attack would have undone another. Colton, however, was no initiate. He pivoted on the left and came to square off against the Sith, instantly he closed his eyes fully and dwelt on the Force for his eyes were deceiving him.

Sabers came up and caught Blood’s assault, he backed and gave ground. A trio of marks came in, Colton barely managed a defense though defend he did and as he did so he forced himself to remain calm. It wasn’t easy, and twice he nearly lost his footing or missed a parry, but he was still alive and fighting. Blood was frustrated, such attacks should have struck home and afforded him a taste of the blood lust, yet this stubborn Mandalorian was still alive!

Even so, there was only so much a blind Colton could do against an imposing enemy out for his neck. He leapt backwards and tossed his helmet aside, centering the Light within him and eventually overcoming the Darkness. His eyes building up again and so he opened the lids and gazed once more into the open. Blood rushed in though he stopped short, stomping his foot and casting up a wave of Jakelian dust. Colton was prepared for treachery, but this he didn’t expect and received a splash of grainy sand to the face. His eyes were now physically assaulted, grains ground between his teeth and his sinuses were clogged in the thick clotting dirt. He staggered back, sensed great danger and so tucking his head he rolled to the right just as a decapitating horizontal slash migrated over his position. Again Colt was blinded, though not entirely disarmed.

In a surge of energy he leapt high into the air, somersaulting around and landing on the very nose of the Sith Infiltrator to balance as perfectly as any professional acrobat. Blood roared, his fury equal to Wrath’s own, as he too flew into the air to land atop his own ship. The coarse grains assailed Colton viciously, he could feel his corneas being scratched by the unforgiving soil, yet he needed to focus now more than ever.

They both fell into a great exchange of blows and counters. Blood was nothing short of amazed of Colton’s ability to fight blind though totally on the defensive. A thrust parried, a crowning overhand smacked aside, a downward lunge stepped aside.

Leaving small scars on the surface of the Infiltrator’s hull, Blood kept the attack up with unrelenting aggression. Victory was at hand as finally Colton’s utter defense was being backed towards the starboard stabilizer where he’d be pinned with nowhere to go. Blood would take the Mandalorian there and cut him down, this annoyance was at its end. Further Blood pushed his opponent, harder and faster as he saw the end nearing. Colton, sweating with effort, began to falter. Not even he could keep such effort up forever. He twisted aside a diagonal slash, blocked the return then countered the hard right but his footing was off and when the burgundy blade slammed into his silver tonfa the jarring impact, while stopped, forced his grip and the extinguished blade flipped end over end off the side of the ship.

One handed, the Mandalorian blinked his eyes free of the sand though the effort was in vain. Tears ran from his eyes, such was the painful experience. Flashing back and too his purple blade went into overtime and his step back accelerated. Then he tumbled backward, Blood had him, such a furious assault… it proved too much.

Back Colton fell, his spine slamming into the upright stabilizer, his feet out in front, his weight unbalanced. Blood saw the kill and so he lunged with both sabers aimed to the heart.

Before them both, the end had come. T’was the end of an era. The end of a Sith line and the end of a Mandalorian Clan. Heraldry waved in the breeze as eons of experience cried out upon the sands of Jakelia. Blood, the living life force of these two men, was spilt. Such pride, such unchained fury, such unassailable will… these two beings were the embodiment of their houses, yet they were the furious life blood of another; the Force.

Colton Hunter prepared himself for destiny to seek him out. No… not yet. The Silver Knight hadn’t given up when she saved him from the clutches of Darth Tormentous himself, nor would he see defeat by some pawn of the same! The Mandalorian stood tall and shifted his weight, letting the right burgundy saber pass him by though he failed to dodge the second and the left plunged into the meat of his chest.

Blood’s victory was at hand, he had the foe where he wanted him, it was time to end this. He stabbed forth and while missing with one blade, which sank into the stabilizer of his own ship, his other blade sank hilt deep into his enemy. Though, it seemed to miss the targeted vital organ. Regardless, the smell of burnt meat and hewn bone spilt into the air and he taste triumph. Finally it had come to pass that… Colton, lifted up by unknown mettle, surged with energy and defiance. His left arm trapped Blood’s right and his tonfa disengaged, using it as a bad he swung around and struck Blood across the face. The Sith was upended, losing his left saber to deactivate and clatter away though he was pinned as his right arm was trapped. Dazed from the strike, Colton didn’t let up and Blood was struck again across the face, blood ran from a split across Blood’s cheekbone, already discoloration and bruising marred his visage along with swelling. The right saber clattered to the hull of the Infiltrator.

Pain floored Colton, he only had moments before this was over and he passed out from his wound. His chest heaved with effort, the lung beside his heart failed to inflate. This wasn’t his first collapsed lung, though the piercing wound was one of his most painful experiences. Fortunately the cauterization was clean. Weakness filled his arms and knees, he lost his grip on the dazed Lord Blood and knew that once the Sith Lord came too he’d slay him without mercy. Coughing congealed blood, motor function began giving up, his already suffering vision began to blur and naturally darken. Death’s door was near. With one last effort he cried out in pain, utilizing pain’s own strength into his Force Push that hit Blood’s undefended body like a speeding boulder.

The Sith Lord was blasted from the Infiltrator and he plummeted to the ground, largely unhurt though very unconscious. His sabers rolled from the hull and fell near him as well for Raphael to clean up.

Colton Hunter collapsed, unable to continue… He fell from the nose of the Infiltrator and landed hard on his back, his tonfa very near. The world spun around him as the darkness embraced him. The last thing he could recall were hands grasping his shoulders, the hands of Sorell Clansmen…



Colton Hunter VS. Slade Xandir (Blood)


Victorious

Colton Hunter
20 EXP
80,000 Credits
Severe Wounds


Defeated

Blood
5 EXP
10,000 Credits
Minor Wounds