Locke Nemsee vs. Syaoran Tanso

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A bottom of a large canyon. Scattered rock spires and vegetation provide plenty of places to move and take cover. The uneven terrain and many obstacles make this a difficult place to fight, but can provide unique opportunities for a clever duelist.

Locke Nemsee vs. Syaoran Tanso
6 rounds
Jedi Sentinel vs. Sith Initiate

Challenger (Locke) goes first.


FIGHT!

[Rugs]

Well, it sure is hot.

Locke Nemsee was slowly making his way through the bottom of a large canyon. He was trying to get back to a town after venturing out into the desert to confront a band of marauders that had been plaguing the local people. A deal had been reached; the marauders would stop their raids if the people of the town provided them with water. No blood had been shed, which is always a plus in these kinds of missions. So Locke proceeded to make his way back to the town to inform the mayor that the marauders had agreed to his deal.

And then his speeder decided the middle of the desert would be a wonderful place to stop working.

Oh, how that had irritated Locke.

You see, Locke Nemsee is not a mechanically gifted person. At all. The first time he tried to build a lightsaber, the thing almost exploded, and he had ruined countless ship engines trying to fix them himself. So, when his speeder malfunctioned, he desperately tried to fix it, but he knew before he started that it would be an exercise in futility. He was right. The speeder sat on the ground about two miles to the east of him, and if someone could fix the damage Locke had done to it in trying to fix it, then they were welcome to have it. For a while, Locke had been able to see the plume of black smoke rising up from it, but it had passed out of sight as he descended down into the canyon.

So there he was: walking through the desert in the middle of the day. He had removed his cloak and swung it over his shoulder long ago in an effort to cool off, but it hadn't help much. For one, Jedi robes weren't the coolest of garments, and two, there were almost no clouds in the sky to keep the sun's glare off of him; there were trees here and there, but the little shade they offered wasn't nearly enough to offer relief from the sun's wrath. So he walked on, his clothes starting to stick to his skin, and sweat coating his brow.

The path ahead was uneven and littered with rocks. A root from a tree snaked across the way, providing a wonderful place to trip for someone who wasn't paying attention. Locke, who was absorbed in grumbling things to himself in irritation, wasn't paying attention. He tripped. He fell forward and threw his hands out in front of him in an effort to catch himself. All that did was keep him from breaking his teeth in. Once he was on the ground, he simply laid there, thinking to himself. Well, hasn't this just been a fine day? Everything was going so well, and then the damn speeder said 'Oh hey Locke! Screw you! I hope you like walking through the desert!' And now there's an evil tree that wants to break my neck. Fan-freaking-tastic.

He slowly pushed himself to his feet, spitting dust out of his mouth. His entire front side was covered in dust, and he suspected his face was as well. After looking for his cloak for a moment, he found it, off to the side of the path under a tree. The same tree that had the root that he tripped on. The sudden urge to cut the thing to pieces with his lightsaber arose, but he quelled it. Instead he walked over to his cloak and picked it up. It wasn't too terribly dusty, not that he'd care in his current mood. There was a rock under the tree, perhaps large enough to be called a small boulder. Locke sat down on it to rest for a moment.

As he sat there, brooding, he felt a presence in the Force. He picked his head up and looked around, though all of the dips and rises in the terrain, he couldn't really see that far. "Hello," he called out. "Someone there?"

Of course, with the way my day's been going, they'll probably want to kill me for no good reason. His hand brushed the hilt of his lightsaber and his pistol unconsciously as he waited for a response. "Well don't just stay hidden! Come on out! I promise I'm not going to try to kill you or take your money or some other deplorable thing like that!"

[Zaine]

Hot, musty, and annoying was all this godforsaken piece of land was. Why ever did he decide to go for a little trip here, of all places? What the hell kind of planet was this anyway? Sandy canyons and poor poor villages. It was ridiculous and pathetic that an epic man such as Syaoran was in a futureless wasteland like this. He walked at a steady pace, hand gripping his lightsaber, waiting for a reason to be here. Maybe he'd run into some sort of rogue beetle or bloodthirsty bantha with sharp teeth or something. He continued, contemplating returning to his ship which was behind him about a mile. It was, however, in plain sight. That's how desolate this damn place is.. he thought to himself, lazily carrying on.

He desperately craved entertainment. That was the kind of man Syaoran was. He needed something to do. He was near insanity with these ridiculous hallucinations and poisonous juices found in fruits. They're quenchy, at least! So anyways, Syaoran continued on, desperately wanting the colors this place lacked. Tan and blue is all this place had. He began to wish he had a jedi to run into or something similar.

Speak of the devil...


The sound of anothers' footsteps and epic failure was soon beating on his eardrums. The man quickly hid behind a nearby desert tree until he realized it was covered in spikes, causing his hand to immediately turn red and begin to swim with pain. The man bit his lip, also causing that to drip blood. He released his lip and his hand, watching both begin to swell up. Syaoran, unable to bear it, screamed out in agonizing pain, tumbling out of cover and into the jedi, knocking them both to the ground. Syaoran immediately stood up and pointed, babbling in a way that not even the jedi grandmaster could decipher.

"Wuh je-hi hooi eer?!" he yelled, his lip quickly swelling even more.

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Locke

Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: A good and entertaining start. I think you hit a good balance of comedy and seriousness with that post.

Syaoran

Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 2/5
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: Entertaining as well, though I think you overplayed it a little bit. I'm going to have a hard time taking this guy seriously now.

Total:

Locke - 20
Syaoran - 16

A solid start. Bonus points for now for the tripping and cactus hugging, but you guys are going to actually fight soon, right?

[Rugs]

Of course someone had fallen out of nowhere into him.

Locke had just been sitting there, waiting for whoever was near to come out, when all of a sudden, the idiot had hugged a cactus and fallen into him. As he pushed himself to his feet, the man babbled something, though Locke was clueless as to what. Locke stood so that his back was turned to the man, and when he turned to face him, his foot got caught on a rock, and he stumbled back a few steps. In irritation, he kicked the rock across the pathway before turning to regard the man that stumbled into him.

He was a little smaller than Locke, and he too wore robes. Robes that looked like Jedi robes. The man's hand was red and swollen; his lip was in the same condition, and looked to be bleeding. "You know, friend, it's usually not a good idea to hug a cactus. They have these sharp spines, and when you touch them, they'll stab you." He smirked at the man. "And as I'm sure you know, they hurt something awful."

As Locke spoke, his mind raced, trying to think of who the man could be. He didn't know every Jedi in the Order, no, but he had seen a lot of them in the Temple, and could at least recognize most. But this man was an enigma. Locke had never seen him, as far as he could recall. And to top that off, something felt... strange in the Force. I'll just talk some more to buy some time to think.

"But forgive me my rudeness, sir, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Locke Nemsee, Jedi Investigator. For the Jedi Order, in case the title didn't give it away." He sighed, looking around at the tan walls of the canyon that surrounded them. "It would seem we both have the, uh... pleasure of being on this god-forsaken planet. There's a town a few miles further on to the west if you need to stop somewhere." He eyed the man, and reached out with the Force to feel his presence more.

"So,stranger, I don't believe we've met before mind telling me who yo-" Locke was stopped short by a discovery in the Force. There was darkness within the man, whoever he was. Locke stared at the man, looking him over more closely. Everything fell into place then. The robes, the lightsaber, the feeling in the Force. Locke had expected the man to be a rogue Jedi, one that had left the Order; they weren't unheard of, after all. But this man... Locke could feel the dark side in him, and was suddenly much more wary. He took a two quick steps back, drawing his lightsaber hilt to his hand, though he did not yet ignite it.

"Who are you," he asked seriously. The affable tone that had been in his voice only a moment before had vanished, replaced by a demanding authority. The yellow-orange blade of his lightsaber burst to life in his hands. "And where do your allegiances lay?" Locke held his lightsaber at his side, not yet willing to appear too combative, but at the same time, he readied to move to defend himself if needed. He didn't know who the man was or what his motives for being on this planet were, but if what he felt in the Force was accurate, things might get ugly fast.

He would not be caught unprepared.

[Zaine]

Syaoran's lip slowly began to become less and less swollen, making it more simple for the man to talk. His hand slowly began to turn back to the light tan color it was before and slowly shrunk. Hearing the mans' greeting, Syaoran began to smile in a kicked-a-puppy-for-lulz kind of way. The man, obviously entertained by Locke's sudden "And where do your allegiances lay?"-ness, gave a slight chuckle. The man's lightsaber was drawn and Syaoran took it as a threat. Now laughing at the slightly older man's cautiousness, he began to reach toward his own. Here he was trying to take a nice walk in a godforsaken desert looking for carnivorous banthas and beetles and he had to go running into an idiotic jedi man.

Looking over to his right, he could make out a small village in the distance. He could have attacked it and taken all of its citizens hostage! But this damn jedi had to come and ruin all of the fun. Pathetic.

Syaoran reached his belt and began feeling around it, quickly spotting his lightsaber. Instantaneously, the man was in an Ataru fighting position. The blade emitted a loud hum first, then an azure-colored blade. The blade went up a few feet, and the loud hum immediately went quiet. Syaoran gave a quick chuckle, turned to directly face his pissy, uptight, newfound friend, and quickly threw himself forward at an alarming speed. He jumped upwards in attempt to flip over the man, wildly swinging his lightsaber.

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Locke

Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments:

Syaoran

Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: One thing that struck me as odd is how Syaoran's motivations keep changing. First he wants to meet a Jedi. Then he doesn't. And then suddenly he wants to go pillage a village.

Total:

Locke - 38
Syaoran - 31

I think I might be grading too easy... Oh well...

[Rugs]

Locke blinked in surprise when the man suddenly exploded toward him. That hadn't been what he was expecting. He'd expected the man to attack, yes, but he thought the man would at least say something. How rude, he thought quickly. As the man vaulted into the air, Locke ducked down, and rolled underneath him to get away from his strike. He barely did it in time; he could hear the hum of the man's saber as it barely missed the back of his head. When his roll stopped, he quickly jumped up to his feet and turned to face his foe. A moment passed as the tried to size up the man. Alright, I'm going to guess from the jump that he's an Ataru user. I can deal with that. On top of that he's pretty fast. Locke smirked at that; you see, physical strength was not Locke's... strong point, but he was very quick and agile. I can handle speed as well, but I'll have to keep my guard up for whatever tricks he may have up his sleeve.

"Well, that was rude. Am I not even allowed to have a name from you?" Locke let his cloak fall down off of his shoulders onto the dusty ground. It kicked up a small puff of dust when it hit. "Well, then, so be it. But as a Jedi, I must extend an offer to you. We are told that when we encounter a dark one such as yourself that we are to offer the chance of redemption. If you refuse, then we send you on to the Force." Locke paused for a moment to let the man think, but he continued after a short moment. "However, your previous action speaks louder than any words could utter, and to be truthful, I'm not the most forgiving of Jedi; I've always been more on the 'send you to be with the Force' side of things." His saber quickly snapped up in front of his face before he pointed it out at the man; it was a salute before battle. "So, I hope you're ready."

With that, Locke stretched both hands to a cactus out across the path behind the man. He reached out with the Force, starting to tug each of the spines that dotted the surface of it out. As they came out, they flew over to Locke, and started to circle in the air in front of him, forming a massive wall of spines. When he had pulled as many as he could from the cactus he smirked at his foe. "Because the Force is calling you home." The spines exploded forward towards the man. They wouldn't be enough to kill him, but that wasn't Locke's objective; they were meant to inflict a lot of pain. But more than that, they were a distraction. Locke was in motion as soon as the spines were, moving quickly, aiming a one handed trust at the man's heart with deadly speed and precision. His yellow-orange blade was a blur as he closed on the man, and unbeknown to the people of the town not to far away, or to anyone else on the planet, or the galaxy for that matter, a battle between light and dark was now fully underway.