Shandari Banaan vs Trinsik Revere

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The deep, hungry, ancient catacombs of a long abandoned and ancient city. Many have come here, seeking ancient treasures, or secrets of the past. But all those that have, have only found an untimely end. As no one is immune to the tunnel's crumbling hunger, the abyss eating away at skin and flesh till all that's left are bones.

Miles upon miles of these tunnels run underground, the cities geothermal power still runs the lights that dot the ceiling, allowing easy vision to any in it. But each tunnel looks exactly the same as the last, its intestinal track a difficult one to navigate indeed...

Shandari vs Trinsik
Sith Initiate vs Jedi Guardian

I'm gonna make this a six rounder, since you two haven't decided, and I want a good long duel.

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Challenger start!

[Trinsik]

There could me no place more akin to the innards of a Liphon, save for the beast's plumbing itself—something the Jedi was unfortunate to have been acquainted with first-hand. Ironic, then, that he should venture into this place of his own accord, when he had fought so feverishly to escape its slimy reptilian resemblance years before.

Trinsik contemplated each step, lifting his legs as though they sloughed through invisible mud. Unassuming in appearance, clad in drab gray-blue cloth save for the maroon handkerchief 'bout his neck, only the loosely held lightsaber hilt belied his look of a normal spacer—perhaps that of a bounty hunter? The customized blaster at his side lent to this facade. Perhaps today he was a hunter?

Oh! But indeed he was, and the man scowled; passing ceiling lights deepening the shadows of his distorted face. Were it that creatures of the abyss stayed in the abyss. Bah—are there closer likenesses, save for the afterlives of the damned, than this labyrinth? I've entered a modern Hell. Of course he realized his words to be over-dramatic, but the atmosphere creeped about him; it twisted his thoughts and was responsible for the trickle of sweat fleeing down his cheek. Why did it remind him so of that beast's belly? That jagged opening and putrescent swath of a tongue—gateway to something far worse and entirely visible as it snapped forward.

The Jedi stopped, spitting at his feet in disgust. He untied the handkerchief and wrapped it around his eyes. The throat-like halls faded to blue, translucent and unconstricting. He smiled. That's the end of that. His pace resumed, quicker in the step.

To be honest, the council's decision to send him to these remote tunnels was a move he appreciated. Traveling the galaxy—visiting decrepit ruins and blasting beasties—damn was it his dream! Even now he could say he was enjoying himself. But then there were those other missions. Diplomatic ones. Ugh. Last month he'd been sent to meet some Gungan aristocrat who'd somehow risen to office in Alderaan despite his speech impediment. The dinner was going all right until the new Juma Juice jingle popped into Trin's head and he started humming.

Oh-ma oh-ma Juma, how you make-ah me fume-ah, oh-ma oh-ma—

He couldn't think of the rest but it was really catchy. Anyway, the Gungan asks what he's singing and Trin obliges by offering the line. Bad luck has it that this aristocrat's really religious and apparently the Gungan god is called Oma-Oma—some sacred, pure word. The Gungan thinks Trin's insulting his religion and tries to kick him in the head.

And that's how Trinsik ended up strangling a Gungan with its own tongue. Try explaining that one to the Jedi Council.

Needless to say, this was a nice break. Not to say the topic was so. A few bodies had turned up in the area, inhabitants of a nearby settlement. Something had taken to killing those who came too close to this place. As to what... that was anyone's guess.

Trinsik rested one gloved hand on the blaster at his side, tapping the handle in rythmn with his steps. Oh-ma oh-ma Juma...

[Hotel]

The Rilan woman had been hiding in these tunnels for weeks. Anyone that got too close to finding her, she killed. The tunnels were littered with the corpse of her victims, picked cleann by the rats that infested the area. She was glad she had come. Each day she discovered something new below, though she had to mark each tunnel with her lightsaber. Slowly but surely she began to create a map of the place. Soon, she would locate the ancient treasures within, which she had heard contained ancient Sith relics. No one would get in her way.

Shandari was walking through near the surface when she heard someone enter her domain. Another one to feed the rats. Slowly the Rilan began to make her way towards the sound, making sure each of her steps landed along with her the one she was after, so her footsteps could go unnoticed. On and on she went, slowly feeling the presence of the one she was after. She could sense the force within this one. This victim might be a bit more interesting then the others.

Shandari smirked, spying the man walk into a tunnel. She knew it well. With a quick bolt of lightning, she managed to fry the circuits to the lights in the area. Soon it was pitch black, the only light coming from back the way the man came. A smile touched the Sith's lips. Sometimes they were just too easy to trap.

The Rilan stretched her wings out through slits in her robes, keeping her hood up as she stood in the light like an ominous silhouette, an Angel of Death come to claim another. She liked to scare them before they died, ocassionally letting a few of the weaker ones escape to spread rumors. Shandari crushed a human skull under her foot, the sound echoing through the dark tunnel. Very slowly she walked towards him, making sure her entire figure, wings and all, were always in the light, so as to seem a monster from the deep.

Then she launched a bolt of lightning above her into the wiring that powered the lights. One by one each light turned on, only to have the bulb expload from the surge of power, raining down shards of glass, and still, slowly on did the Rilan walk. He would not escape. She would be his death. No one entered these tunnels if they wished to survive.

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Round 1

Trinsik
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: Wow, Trinsik, I had no idea you were such a great writer, allow me to welcome you to the site ;D And I loved the jingle XD

alandale
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: Great imagery there alandale!



Total:

Trinsik: 19

alandale:19


Now, let's get to the nasty

FIGHT!

[Trinsik]

(Lol thank you xD)

The rhythm of Trinsik's echoing steps slowed, as did his tapping finger—now wrapped with its brothers along the broad, curved and black handle of his holstered blaster. A ripple in the pond. A disturbance in The Force. It pulsed behind him, in the world of varying blues behind his 'kerchief, sending vibrations along the corridor more conspicuous than his own footsteps. The killer had chosen a direct approach to its latest victim. What an arrogant creature.

He did not notice as the lights flickered and failed, and as such, was saved from any lingering fear at their loss. When Trinsik did whip around to face his prey, he was momentarily at a loss for thoughts. What could this tall, lithe humanoid be, welcoming him with appendages like wings and fireworks of Force Lightning? But it didn't matter; his mind knew not to muse when a quick draw was in order. This was a Dark Jedi. The culprit, it seemed, in a grisly string of murders that had lured him here. No sense in a hopeful parlay—it would only hinder his advantages.

This thing thought to use fear against the Jedi. Hah! He was far from fearless, but it was laughable for It to expend energy on blackening the corridor when Trinsik was blindfolded already. This winged aberration had best be able to see in the dark! His blaster spun from its holster, aiming to face his opponent—passing her completely—focusing on the light directly above him. One shot showered him in sparks as the bulb exploded. He repeated the process with a few of the remaining light between them, as though mocking her own performance.

Impenetrable black.

Trinsik continued to twist his gun in the air until it abruptly stopped, aimed at the woman. Or what he thought to be one. His scowl was hidden in the subterranean twilight. “A non-sentient beast that scavenges whatever wanders near its hole in the ground, lacking even the wits to hunt. You, Thing, are a Forntarch—and if not, your resemblance to one surpasses even this tunnel's look of a Tiphon's gizzard. Goodbye, Forntarch!”

His blaster's barrel erupted in plasma, his response to her own fireworks. Though there was still a considerable distance between the two, his rapid shots traveled deftly towards their mark, and at remarkable speed—compliments of a custom blaster and years of marksmanship. Without a lightsaber (he'd yet to see one) and in so confined a space, her chances of avoidance were slim.

Silly, silly Forntarch.

[Hotel]

The darkness was shattered by another blast of lightning, stronger then the first. It appeared not even a second after the first crimson bolt was fired, crashing into the ceiling, stone falling, blocking the blaster bolts. A voice suddenly filled Trinsik's head. "Puny Jedi, afraid to come near. Fires a blaster while cowering far away. What are you to one such as I? A fly. An insignifigant fly. One easily squashed." The voice disappeared. Shandari knew better then to underestimate any opponent. She hoped merely to unstable him, make him nervous. The more shakey your opponent becomes, the easier they are to defeat. She drew her weapon, twin beams of pink and teal erupting from either end of it.

Slowly she continued to advance. Another bolt of lightning flew from her fingertips, this one aimed at her opponent. She sped up this time, using her speed to quickly cover the distance, twirling her saber as she did, the pink and teal beams slicing through the darkness, creating an eerie light show. The blades themselves began to carve a path of destruction on the floor below them. One solid hit would shatter the floor and send them into the tunnel beneath. As she got closer, she turned off the beams, shrouding the area in darkness once more.

Suddenly she was right in front of the man, the pink beam igniting from it's end, illuminating both of their faces. The Rilan woman spoke once more into his mind. "Are you afraid?" The beam deactivated and she took a quick leap back, sending a strong bolt of lighting at the floor, it crumbling under the pressure.

Shandari fell down, unsure if her opponent had with her. A large chunk of the wall hit her left wing, and a soft snap was heard by the woman. A bone had been shattered by the rubble. Wincing quietly, she pulled it close, managing to still land on her feet. The tunnel beneath was bathed in light compared to the dark one above. Once more the pink beam ignited, keeping it to a single bladed weapon atm. If her opponent managed to join her below, the fight would begin in earnest.

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Round 2

Trinsik
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: I think I like Trin as a character so far, he entertains me so XD

alandale
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: Interesting, getting injured so soon, hope that dun come and bite'cha in the arse.


Total:

Trinsik: 38

alandale:37

Getting good, but I want great!

Go!

[Trinsik]

The voice was met with not but a relieved smirk—as he had secured another victory, despite the battle still being in its infancy. This thing (this Forntarch; the image humored him) had responded to his insults with her own, pitiful as they were. In her replying lay Trinsik's success. He had coaxed her from her silent, monstrous facade, and in doing so strengthened his own will. She was another thinking, feeling being like he, humanized by her need to answer and her poorly clichéd insect analogy.

His smile faded at the ease in which she foiled his attack. Even years of blaster training wouldn't weave one's shots through an avalanche of rubble—but the Jedi's mind was adaptable enough to play his opponent's move against her. Her hands rose again, as they had seemingly a dozen times already, electricity jumping between each digit. Instead of fleeing or attempting to block the surge, Trinsik pumped his legs full of The Force and leaped towards the attack. Leading with his boots, the man skidded into the pile of ceiling debris; once working for the winged woman, now an excellent cover and ally to himself. The lightning bounced and ricocheted overhead.

Trinsik stumbled to his feet, back aching from the stunt. He thought the sound of a lightsaber's bite had caught his ear during the maneuver, and indeed, his opponent dashed forward spinning her weapons into the stone floors. The Jedi knew melee was inevitable. His own saber's blade erupted from the metallic hilt in his hand, twisted back—then high and forward—in his own distinctive Niman. He did not strike when she came into range. The opportunity for the woman's clean death didn't present itself.

At her telepathic question, he spit at her feet. He figured the action might get through to her, since his earlier snideness had not. The Jedi was not afraid, nor was he impressed, by her displays. At this she jumped back—landing on her patchwork of cuts in the cement. Trinsik moved to pursue but gasped as she blew the floor apart beneath them, and both were swept into another layer of the mechanical labyrinth.

He landed in a tumble. Most of the larger chunks of stone missed him—thankfully. The Jedi rose quickly, wiping blood from his temple and spitting, again; out of disdain or just to clear his mouth would be anyone's guess. What a reckless beast! She'd kill herself to take me with her—! Hold on, where's my blaster? Trinsik spun around in a vain attempt to spot his prized weapon caught somewhere beneath the rubble. He growled and lifted his lightsaber.

“Damn you woman!”

His attack came high and sweeping, meant to decapitate her, but leave room for a capable defense, as was the strength of Form VI—balanced attacks and parries. Trin did not reserve his blows. After the first, he pursued his attack, curving and diving each blow towards a quick end to this. Inwardly he wondered if she could even offer a defense. She'd used her Force Lightning a dozen or so times—no doubt she would begin to feel it soon.