Post by chaoslord29 on Jan 4, 2012 4:52:12 GMT -5
Name: Lucen Morata
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 165lbs
Appearance: Standing just over six feet, Lucen could hardly be counted amongst the most imposing of figures. While a black cloak and hood generally serve to conceal him, his tunic and trousers are finely tailored to his lithe frame. A traditional Sith mask conceals his features when operating under the guise of Darth Veran, but beneath is a handsome, almost soft countenance with olive green eyes and wavy brown hair. Only his hawkish, aquiline nose and a rugged shrapnel scar running just past his left ear provide any relief for his otherwise winsome features.[/b]
Personality: Lucen thinks almost exclusively in terms of opportunities and contingencies. His mind is constantly churning with the unspoken words of a conversation or the unforeseen implications of an action, and how each will fit into his own circuitous and grand designs. Outwardly, his true demeanor is at all times masked in polite courtesy and feigned deference. Though his sharp mind might occasionally let slip an equally sharp comment or jibe, he never says anything without meaning and loves to speak in riddles and employ sophistic games.
When not occupied advancing his schemes, Lucen enjoys lively conversation, especially discourse regarding a poignant problem or tangled challenge. This lends itself very much to his other favorite pastime, cataloging, archiving and analyzing the history of the Jedi, Sith, and the Force, with an emphasis on political maneuverings and Galactic Conflict.
Though it would be near impossible to get him to admit to it, Lucen has no love for war, or as he might put it, "senseless violence on such a grand scale." He regards it as not only a waste of time and resources, but of potential. This is not to say he is a pacifist, simply that he does not see the point for violence on such a large scale. Lucen prefers the sniper's bolt to the cannon's blast; the subtlety of poison over a gaudy explosive device; the assassin's blade to the warrior's sword, and the work of a scalpel over even the complicated forms of a lightsaber.
Birth place: Corellia
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight
Bio:
Lucen's history and existence prior to becoming Darth Veran is his most guarded secret. In truth, he began life as anything but the enigmatic, and ambitious Sith he masquerades as. He was born a citizen of the Galactic Republic on Corellia to Kelren Morata an archaelogist and scholar at one of the planet's premier universities; the son he always wanted to follow in his footsteps and further his dream of a complete history of the conflict between the Jedi and Sith and how it had shaped the galaxy. A dream Lucen was only too happy to follow, accompanying his father all over the galaxy to universities, libraries and archives, learning all that one could from an academic standing of the Jedi and their ancient enemy, their history dating back to the founding of the Republic and the First Great Schism. How they thought, how they fought, how their actions and movements were always guided by the Force, and how they in turn shaped the face of the Galaxy and balance of power between it's factions.
Of course, one cannot learn everything from flimsy and holocrons, especially where it comes to the Jedi, and even more so where it comes to the Sith. Often times, he and his father would find themselves on the wrong side of planetary governments or even Jedi sanctions in their efforts to delve deeper into the secrets of the Force. Lucen's father's interest in the Jedi was already somewhat suspect within his field, seen as sacrosanct to his integrity as a scholar, not to mention the usual stigma against interfering in Jedi affairs. Thus, when he proposed an expedition to the outer rim regions with the intent of investigating sites of interest from the Mandalorian Wars and Subsequent Jedi Civil War, he lost what remained of his funding and support, not to mention piquing the interest of Jedi investigators suspicious of any sign of the resurgent Sith. Lucen's mother, an officer in the Republic Military told her husband to give up on his obsession for the sake of their son, but Lucen by now enamored of his father's work and a bright and budding pupil of history, begged his father to continue, and to take him along. And so they left together with what supplies they could purchase and those members of his father's staff still loyal to their cause.
Lucen was 13 years old when he and his father, while visiting the planet of D'xun, were ambushed. Already short on supplies and funds, his father was determined he had discovered records of a long lost Jedi Tomb here on D'xun, and that it's discovery and excavation would restore his reputation and prove his bold theories regarding the New Sith Wars. The already hostile jungles of D'xun were full of all the manner of beasts and pitfalls, and the closer they neared their goal the more ferocious and seemingly twisted they became. Convinced this was further evidence of the power of the Force, his father demanded they go on, despite the loss of several of their crew members to the jungle. Lucen followed, but was beginning to see that his father's dream was becoming an obsession, and that he, like the beasts of the jungle was becoming twisted by the dangerous forces he basked in.
All seemed well though once they arrived at a previously undiscovered tomb, deep in the jungles of D'xun. It was an astounding find, no simple Jedi pyre, it was a true crypt with great stone doors and ancient machinery, though who constructed all of it was the least of Lucen and his father's questions. Inside were a plethora of undisturbed artifacts and personal records of a lone Jedi who had traveled here once before, seeking as they had to better understand the history of the Jedi and the Sith.
Little did they know their interest in the Sith had long ago attracted the attention of darker forces. One of their crew, a veteran of his father's many expeditions and one of his strongest supporters now revealed himself to in fact be a Dark Jedi, having used and influenced Lucen's father for years to further his own dark delvings into the knowledge of the Sith. He slew the remaining crew, demanding Kelren ignore everything else but to help him find the tomb's inner sanctum. With his son's life at stake, Kelren had little choice, guiding the Dark Jedi through the various travails and traps of the tomb towards it's deepest recesses. When they arrived at a large pair of stone doors, depicting a powerful Jedi Champion in combat with a Lord of the Sith, Kelren paused and without warning, lunged at the Dark Jedi, seemingly in a fit of madness. Lucen could only watch as his father was effortlessly dispatched by the Dark Jedi, and would soon have shared the same fate himself, were it not for the hidden wisdom in his father's final act.
The entrance to the crypt indicated that no one seeking senseless violence could enter it's depths and upon igniting his lightsaber and slaying Lucen's father the Dark Jedi had proved himself unworthy. The tomb shook with ancient machinery and the ground beneath the Dark Jedi began to fall away into an endless chasm, Lucen only just having time to mount the steps to the entrance to the crypt, now seemingly trapped inside the tomb forever.
Without provocation though, the doors began to slide open before him, and the smell of fresh air and running water drew him inside the long sealed crypt. The young boy could not have been more astounded at what greeted him. Rather than a musty old chamber, he was greeted by a well lit entryway and a furnished living space and common room, with bunks, a table, cooking space, computer terminals and holoprojector. Before he could take even two steps inside, a door from across the room slid open and out strode an image from one of his studies of his father's reports; A living breathing Jedi Master, dressed in gray robes, the same shade as his aging gray hair. The master explained to Lucen that he had been waiting for another to discover this crypt, just as he had, and the Jedi before him, dating back to their first master who had built this crypt upon D'xun.
It was their master's understanding, having walked both the path of the Jedi and the Sith, of the conflicts between the two factions which led him to construct this tomb and train a lone disciple to keep watch over the galaxy, and pass on his teachings and vision awaiting the day when it might some day come to fruition. He and the others before him had studied for centuries, utilizing prolonged periods of stasis and venturing outside the tomb only rarely to observe the ebb and flow of Galactic events, seeking all the better to understand the nature of the conflict in the Force and how balance might one day be achieved. Sometimes they had intervened, joining the ranks of the Jedi or the Sith to be a part of the living Force, but always they returned here, either taking with them a pupil, or awaiting the day when next an individual would discover the tomb.
Amazed and overwhelmed by recent events and what he had discovered, Lucen was quite overcome. The Jedi master told him though that in time he would learn to accept all this as part of their master's plan, and he sensed great latent potential for him with the Force. Lucen was surprised, he had never felt any connection to the Jedi other than what he had learned from his father and studied for himself in reports, computer archives and even on rare occasions holocrons. His master however told him that this was the will of the Force, that he should begin his training with a knowledge of the Jedi and the Sith, but no bias towards them, other than what he had observed for himself, and share in neither side's indoctrination efforts against the other. Over time, he learned to translate his academic knowledge of Force Techniques and Lightsaber dueling into practice, beginning to understand that it was his ability to touch the Force which had so long granted him a greater understanding of the ancient relics and artifacts he and his father had discovered and studied. Now, working first hand under the tutelage of a Jedi master, he put that philosophy into application, learning directly from the holocrons left by the ancient master of the order he was now a part of, as well as many other archives from ancient Sith and Jedi.
As his powers matured in the Force, he followed his master on missions out of the tomb, to reclaim lost artifacts or knowledge of the Jedi, to observe the goings on of Galactic Politics and how the Force was at once influenced all and was influenced by all. He learned and practiced and learned for 15 years, until the day his master's time came to once again be one with the Force and he was told of the final secrets of their order. With his death, the tomb seemed to come alive, as the ancient spirit of the original founder of the order appeared to him, telling him that the time was now at hand to see through what he had set in motion long ago. Lucen was inspired, and took for himself the name Veran to honor his master, and their founder and set out from the tomb, sealing it behind him till he himself would need to train a pupil.
Since then, Lucen has worked to fulfill his own destiny, continuing to research and train in the shadows and fringes of the Galaxing, awaiting the next great conflict between the Jedi and the Sith, prophesied by his master, with him always in the
Force, and so he could begin to lay the groundwork for the future he hopes one day to see fulfilled . . .
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: A deep burning orange with an crimson sheen. Could easily be mistaken for the traditional red of the Sith.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi : 4
Soresu: n/a
Ataru: n/a
Shien / Djem So: n/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman: 2
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 3
Juyo: n/a
Double Bladed Combat: n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 7
Body: 3
Sense: 7
Protection: 4
Healing: 2
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Affect Mind
Battle Precognition
Force Illusion
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample: Casting aside his long dark cloak, Veran entered the training circle, with a casual air. His closely fitting tunic and trousers were cut and tailored to allow for maximum flexibility and range of motion, while still managing to conceal every inch of him, except where his finely crafted armored gauntlets and combat boots protected his extremities. The mask over his features was connected subtly to a frame which extended down into his tunic and included a hood to keep his curly dark hair in check. The mask itself seemed to cast an intense gaze from it's dark T-shaped visor, all it's own, somewhat at odds with the relaxed demeanor of it's wearer.
The first training droid sprung forward before he could even draw his lightsaber, it's own bright red blade scything down towards in in a powerful arc, which Veran gracefully sidestepped, effortlessly stepping inside the droid's guard as it attempted to recover round on him. The second of the droid's however seized this opportunity to attack, rushing at Veran with a long upwards sweep that he could not hope to avoid still unarmed. Igniting his own saber, the orange blade shone out like a sunbeam, thin and refined against it's opponent's wide blade, clashing with a shower of sparks, for a brief instant. Rather than attempt to block the blow though, Veran deftly redirected the droids clumsy strike with a flick of his wrist, causing it to plunge into the torso of the first training droid which shuddered and was halted in it's own attack against Veran.
As the second droid struggled to extricate it's blade from it's allies chest, Veran seized the opportunity to disarm, the first droid, frozen in mid-strike. His blade cut through the metallic arms of the droid like a plasma torch through so much flimsy, causing the droid to shut down in shock. The third training droid was now upon him though, bringing a pair of blades to bear against him in a series of rapid strikes which Veran swiftly retreated before. Following up it's seeming advantage, the third droid slashed outwards with it's paired blades as the second moved in to flank him.
Caught between them, the dark robed duelist drew from his belt a second blade, faster than eyes could follow, a bronzed, three pronged weapon which perfectly trapped the paired lightsabers of the third droid, allowing Veran to expertly twist them aside, disrupting the momentum of the blades and interrupting his strike. Lightsaber still at the ready, Veran deflected a low strike from the second droid, behind his back allowing his opponent's blade to glace upwards along his blade and against the blades of it's fellow droids trapped by his beskard gauche, pinning all three blades together as both droids now struggled found themselves struggling against one another to free their weapons.
Seizing the opportunity provided him, Veran dropped low into a crouch, using his own blades to pin the droids' weapons against the floor of the ring before leaping towards the opposite side of the ring, tumbling agilely over the ground and rising to casually enter the deactivation code for both droids, causing them their blade to deactivate as they slumped over like so much chromium slag.
Dusting an imaginary trace of dust from his shoulder, Veran retrieved both his weapons from the tangle of saber hilts and droid limbs and returned them to their rightful places at his sides. 'Two minutes, and one droid slagged . . . ' He reflected as he exited the ring, activating it's automated cleanup sequence, 'An improvement, but hardly a cause for celebration.' Nodding, he picked his cloak back up and draped it around his shoulders, his mind already churning with how to engage and subsequently deactivate all three droids at the console without damaging them . . .
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 165lbs
Appearance: Standing just over six feet, Lucen could hardly be counted amongst the most imposing of figures. While a black cloak and hood generally serve to conceal him, his tunic and trousers are finely tailored to his lithe frame. A traditional Sith mask conceals his features when operating under the guise of Darth Veran, but beneath is a handsome, almost soft countenance with olive green eyes and wavy brown hair. Only his hawkish, aquiline nose and a rugged shrapnel scar running just past his left ear provide any relief for his otherwise winsome features.[/b]
Personality: Lucen thinks almost exclusively in terms of opportunities and contingencies. His mind is constantly churning with the unspoken words of a conversation or the unforeseen implications of an action, and how each will fit into his own circuitous and grand designs. Outwardly, his true demeanor is at all times masked in polite courtesy and feigned deference. Though his sharp mind might occasionally let slip an equally sharp comment or jibe, he never says anything without meaning and loves to speak in riddles and employ sophistic games.
When not occupied advancing his schemes, Lucen enjoys lively conversation, especially discourse regarding a poignant problem or tangled challenge. This lends itself very much to his other favorite pastime, cataloging, archiving and analyzing the history of the Jedi, Sith, and the Force, with an emphasis on political maneuverings and Galactic Conflict.
Though it would be near impossible to get him to admit to it, Lucen has no love for war, or as he might put it, "senseless violence on such a grand scale." He regards it as not only a waste of time and resources, but of potential. This is not to say he is a pacifist, simply that he does not see the point for violence on such a large scale. Lucen prefers the sniper's bolt to the cannon's blast; the subtlety of poison over a gaudy explosive device; the assassin's blade to the warrior's sword, and the work of a scalpel over even the complicated forms of a lightsaber.
Birth place: Corellia
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight
Bio:
Lucen's history and existence prior to becoming Darth Veran is his most guarded secret. In truth, he began life as anything but the enigmatic, and ambitious Sith he masquerades as. He was born a citizen of the Galactic Republic on Corellia to Kelren Morata an archaelogist and scholar at one of the planet's premier universities; the son he always wanted to follow in his footsteps and further his dream of a complete history of the conflict between the Jedi and Sith and how it had shaped the galaxy. A dream Lucen was only too happy to follow, accompanying his father all over the galaxy to universities, libraries and archives, learning all that one could from an academic standing of the Jedi and their ancient enemy, their history dating back to the founding of the Republic and the First Great Schism. How they thought, how they fought, how their actions and movements were always guided by the Force, and how they in turn shaped the face of the Galaxy and balance of power between it's factions.
Of course, one cannot learn everything from flimsy and holocrons, especially where it comes to the Jedi, and even more so where it comes to the Sith. Often times, he and his father would find themselves on the wrong side of planetary governments or even Jedi sanctions in their efforts to delve deeper into the secrets of the Force. Lucen's father's interest in the Jedi was already somewhat suspect within his field, seen as sacrosanct to his integrity as a scholar, not to mention the usual stigma against interfering in Jedi affairs. Thus, when he proposed an expedition to the outer rim regions with the intent of investigating sites of interest from the Mandalorian Wars and Subsequent Jedi Civil War, he lost what remained of his funding and support, not to mention piquing the interest of Jedi investigators suspicious of any sign of the resurgent Sith. Lucen's mother, an officer in the Republic Military told her husband to give up on his obsession for the sake of their son, but Lucen by now enamored of his father's work and a bright and budding pupil of history, begged his father to continue, and to take him along. And so they left together with what supplies they could purchase and those members of his father's staff still loyal to their cause.
Lucen was 13 years old when he and his father, while visiting the planet of D'xun, were ambushed. Already short on supplies and funds, his father was determined he had discovered records of a long lost Jedi Tomb here on D'xun, and that it's discovery and excavation would restore his reputation and prove his bold theories regarding the New Sith Wars. The already hostile jungles of D'xun were full of all the manner of beasts and pitfalls, and the closer they neared their goal the more ferocious and seemingly twisted they became. Convinced this was further evidence of the power of the Force, his father demanded they go on, despite the loss of several of their crew members to the jungle. Lucen followed, but was beginning to see that his father's dream was becoming an obsession, and that he, like the beasts of the jungle was becoming twisted by the dangerous forces he basked in.
All seemed well though once they arrived at a previously undiscovered tomb, deep in the jungles of D'xun. It was an astounding find, no simple Jedi pyre, it was a true crypt with great stone doors and ancient machinery, though who constructed all of it was the least of Lucen and his father's questions. Inside were a plethora of undisturbed artifacts and personal records of a lone Jedi who had traveled here once before, seeking as they had to better understand the history of the Jedi and the Sith.
Little did they know their interest in the Sith had long ago attracted the attention of darker forces. One of their crew, a veteran of his father's many expeditions and one of his strongest supporters now revealed himself to in fact be a Dark Jedi, having used and influenced Lucen's father for years to further his own dark delvings into the knowledge of the Sith. He slew the remaining crew, demanding Kelren ignore everything else but to help him find the tomb's inner sanctum. With his son's life at stake, Kelren had little choice, guiding the Dark Jedi through the various travails and traps of the tomb towards it's deepest recesses. When they arrived at a large pair of stone doors, depicting a powerful Jedi Champion in combat with a Lord of the Sith, Kelren paused and without warning, lunged at the Dark Jedi, seemingly in a fit of madness. Lucen could only watch as his father was effortlessly dispatched by the Dark Jedi, and would soon have shared the same fate himself, were it not for the hidden wisdom in his father's final act.
The entrance to the crypt indicated that no one seeking senseless violence could enter it's depths and upon igniting his lightsaber and slaying Lucen's father the Dark Jedi had proved himself unworthy. The tomb shook with ancient machinery and the ground beneath the Dark Jedi began to fall away into an endless chasm, Lucen only just having time to mount the steps to the entrance to the crypt, now seemingly trapped inside the tomb forever.
Without provocation though, the doors began to slide open before him, and the smell of fresh air and running water drew him inside the long sealed crypt. The young boy could not have been more astounded at what greeted him. Rather than a musty old chamber, he was greeted by a well lit entryway and a furnished living space and common room, with bunks, a table, cooking space, computer terminals and holoprojector. Before he could take even two steps inside, a door from across the room slid open and out strode an image from one of his studies of his father's reports; A living breathing Jedi Master, dressed in gray robes, the same shade as his aging gray hair. The master explained to Lucen that he had been waiting for another to discover this crypt, just as he had, and the Jedi before him, dating back to their first master who had built this crypt upon D'xun.
It was their master's understanding, having walked both the path of the Jedi and the Sith, of the conflicts between the two factions which led him to construct this tomb and train a lone disciple to keep watch over the galaxy, and pass on his teachings and vision awaiting the day when it might some day come to fruition. He and the others before him had studied for centuries, utilizing prolonged periods of stasis and venturing outside the tomb only rarely to observe the ebb and flow of Galactic events, seeking all the better to understand the nature of the conflict in the Force and how balance might one day be achieved. Sometimes they had intervened, joining the ranks of the Jedi or the Sith to be a part of the living Force, but always they returned here, either taking with them a pupil, or awaiting the day when next an individual would discover the tomb.
Amazed and overwhelmed by recent events and what he had discovered, Lucen was quite overcome. The Jedi master told him though that in time he would learn to accept all this as part of their master's plan, and he sensed great latent potential for him with the Force. Lucen was surprised, he had never felt any connection to the Jedi other than what he had learned from his father and studied for himself in reports, computer archives and even on rare occasions holocrons. His master however told him that this was the will of the Force, that he should begin his training with a knowledge of the Jedi and the Sith, but no bias towards them, other than what he had observed for himself, and share in neither side's indoctrination efforts against the other. Over time, he learned to translate his academic knowledge of Force Techniques and Lightsaber dueling into practice, beginning to understand that it was his ability to touch the Force which had so long granted him a greater understanding of the ancient relics and artifacts he and his father had discovered and studied. Now, working first hand under the tutelage of a Jedi master, he put that philosophy into application, learning directly from the holocrons left by the ancient master of the order he was now a part of, as well as many other archives from ancient Sith and Jedi.
As his powers matured in the Force, he followed his master on missions out of the tomb, to reclaim lost artifacts or knowledge of the Jedi, to observe the goings on of Galactic Politics and how the Force was at once influenced all and was influenced by all. He learned and practiced and learned for 15 years, until the day his master's time came to once again be one with the Force and he was told of the final secrets of their order. With his death, the tomb seemed to come alive, as the ancient spirit of the original founder of the order appeared to him, telling him that the time was now at hand to see through what he had set in motion long ago. Lucen was inspired, and took for himself the name Veran to honor his master, and their founder and set out from the tomb, sealing it behind him till he himself would need to train a pupil.
Since then, Lucen has worked to fulfill his own destiny, continuing to research and train in the shadows and fringes of the Galaxing, awaiting the next great conflict between the Jedi and the Sith, prophesied by his master, with him always in the
Force, and so he could begin to lay the groundwork for the future he hopes one day to see fulfilled . . .
Lightsaber: Single blade, single phase
Color: A deep burning orange with an crimson sheen. Could easily be mistaken for the traditional red of the Sith.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi : 4
Soresu: n/a
Ataru: n/a
Shien / Djem So: n/a
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman: 2
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 3
Juyo: n/a
Double Bladed Combat: n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 7
Body: 3
Sense: 7
Protection: 4
Healing: 2
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Affect Mind
Battle Precognition
Force Illusion
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample: Casting aside his long dark cloak, Veran entered the training circle, with a casual air. His closely fitting tunic and trousers were cut and tailored to allow for maximum flexibility and range of motion, while still managing to conceal every inch of him, except where his finely crafted armored gauntlets and combat boots protected his extremities. The mask over his features was connected subtly to a frame which extended down into his tunic and included a hood to keep his curly dark hair in check. The mask itself seemed to cast an intense gaze from it's dark T-shaped visor, all it's own, somewhat at odds with the relaxed demeanor of it's wearer.
The first training droid sprung forward before he could even draw his lightsaber, it's own bright red blade scything down towards in in a powerful arc, which Veran gracefully sidestepped, effortlessly stepping inside the droid's guard as it attempted to recover round on him. The second of the droid's however seized this opportunity to attack, rushing at Veran with a long upwards sweep that he could not hope to avoid still unarmed. Igniting his own saber, the orange blade shone out like a sunbeam, thin and refined against it's opponent's wide blade, clashing with a shower of sparks, for a brief instant. Rather than attempt to block the blow though, Veran deftly redirected the droids clumsy strike with a flick of his wrist, causing it to plunge into the torso of the first training droid which shuddered and was halted in it's own attack against Veran.
As the second droid struggled to extricate it's blade from it's allies chest, Veran seized the opportunity to disarm, the first droid, frozen in mid-strike. His blade cut through the metallic arms of the droid like a plasma torch through so much flimsy, causing the droid to shut down in shock. The third training droid was now upon him though, bringing a pair of blades to bear against him in a series of rapid strikes which Veran swiftly retreated before. Following up it's seeming advantage, the third droid slashed outwards with it's paired blades as the second moved in to flank him.
Caught between them, the dark robed duelist drew from his belt a second blade, faster than eyes could follow, a bronzed, three pronged weapon which perfectly trapped the paired lightsabers of the third droid, allowing Veran to expertly twist them aside, disrupting the momentum of the blades and interrupting his strike. Lightsaber still at the ready, Veran deflected a low strike from the second droid, behind his back allowing his opponent's blade to glace upwards along his blade and against the blades of it's fellow droids trapped by his beskard gauche, pinning all three blades together as both droids now struggled found themselves struggling against one another to free their weapons.
Seizing the opportunity provided him, Veran dropped low into a crouch, using his own blades to pin the droids' weapons against the floor of the ring before leaping towards the opposite side of the ring, tumbling agilely over the ground and rising to casually enter the deactivation code for both droids, causing them their blade to deactivate as they slumped over like so much chromium slag.
Dusting an imaginary trace of dust from his shoulder, Veran retrieved both his weapons from the tangle of saber hilts and droid limbs and returned them to their rightful places at his sides. 'Two minutes, and one droid slagged . . . ' He reflected as he exited the ring, activating it's automated cleanup sequence, 'An improvement, but hardly a cause for celebration.' Nodding, he picked his cloak back up and draped it around his shoulders, his mind already churning with how to engage and subsequently deactivate all three droids at the console without damaging them . . .
