Kiala Drell vs Krae Svar

[Otterling]

The hot winds roll across an abandoned section of Dantooine. The Sith Military have slaughtered all who used to live on the plains high above leaving the old long forgotten ruins within the ravine to once more fade into history. Gaping doorways linger in the walls but the voices of the past have given way to the howl of the wind as it races through the dark tunnels leading deep within the cliffs. Narrow paths lead to steep broad staircases that now crumble from weather and age.

Within the ravine, it is easy to get lost amid the many winding paths.

And there is no one to hear you scream.

Krae Svar vs Kiala Drell

Five Rounds, Kiala starts.

IT HAS BEGUN!

[/-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/]

Kiala moved through the canyons on foot, her armors comalauge unit set to desert. It blended well with the canyon wall's. She stayed close to these wall's, seeking cover, and refuge. She had been gone from Homesetad for three days now. Dutch had sent her here on a recon mission, possibly as punishment for attempting to get take a prisoner.

"more than likely, Kiala thought to herself, as she ducked into a cave to check her possition on her gps, and to check in with Glitch. She wanted nothing to do with Dutch at the time, his act of unrestrianed brutality didn't set well with her. He hoped he would never find out aboud the slug he put through the mans head before he drove off. She prefered a quic, clean kill.

After checking in, dhr continued on her way, heading for a near by cave cluster she they believed sith or soem gang to be inhabititng a few of them. So far she had only found one such cluster and she had taken care of them quickly and effectively. She was about at the end of her recon when the motion sensors in her armor kicked in. She switched the thermal, and scanned the emediat area. There was somthing about a kilometer ahead of her. Turning off the infered she moved silently toward her intended target, sliding her black Beskad from its shieth, and holding it in a reverse grip.

Kiala peeked out over the ledge, her camoflauge ingaged, and hoping it would hold.

(Basic Desert camo patern, for now"--snickers)

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Here he was once more visiting his most hated of memories in hopes of recapturing the lost pieces of his soul. Krae Svar knelt on one of the numerous ledges of the canyon. Wind swirled around him as it climbed over the outcroppings of the rock walls. Hard gray eyes hidden behind the T shaped visor stared off into the distance. The scene laid out before was indeed beautiful but he didn't take it in. There could be no beauty in this place, not for him. All he saw was a canyon. A scar upon the planets surface similar to the one that resided within him. The kind that would never heal, only grow wider and deeper as time continued to pass.

He was not sure what had brought him back here to the site of his most painful loss. Only that he had felt a need to return. Bypassing the Sith blockade had been no easy feat and indeed he had barley managed it.To say the least he would not be leaving with the ship in which he had arrived. The simplest course of action would be to steal another ship and attempt to run the blockade going the other direction and hope it was still serviceable enough to get him back to Mandalorian space afterward. But he felt no great desire to return to his comrades just yet. The end of his life was here, on Dantooine.

After arriving he had visited the site of his wife's Death but had found himself unable to stay for as long as he felt she deserved. He had then wandered the plains in silence until chancing upon this canyon that looked as if it had once been a home to the people of this planet. Drawn to the blemish scoured in Dantooines side. this was how Krae Svar had found himself where he was now. Kneeling on the ledge gazing out into the empty space that had once been called home by many people. This planet like anything bore it's scars.

Perhaps it was that he felt as if his soul were not but a canyon that had drawn him here, perhaps he identified with the unhealing wound. These thoughts swirled around the back of his mind as he considered his wife's fate. A beautiful warrior of skills greater then his own. Taken from life by cowards who hid behind the Durasteel of a ship hull. To afraid to meet her on the field of battle. The ache of loss grew sharper as he remembered her slender form becoming a blur of Beskar and steel. Even now he could see the yellow of her skin in his minds eye, the fearsome warrior in Beskar becoming tender as she held their newborn child.

Death called to him at the moment, and begged him to cease his pitiful existence. His family was waiting on the other side of the void. Never had the allure been so strong; Only his firm belief that his wife would not see him if he were to die by his own hand kept him from embracing Death by his own means. He would have continued to ponder taking his own life had the shadows on the ledge below him not suddenly shifted. His eyes focused on the irregularity. The shadows he was seeing were cast by the ledge above him. His mind flashed through a thousand possibilities but found only one that was reasonable. The displacement of light could only mean that someone was present on the ledge above him. A sigh escaped his lips, and he stood turning to face the unknown person as he did so.
"When attempting to sneak up on someone, you should be aware of all things. In this case... the Sun".

[Otterling]

Round 1

Kiala
Effort: 3/5 Not bad but I'd like to see a little more meat. Just sort of a short intro. Also, points were docked for grammatical and spelling errors.
Fairness: 5/5
Detail:2/5 - Seems a little harsh but this post was fairly short and there wasn't a lot of description in there for me to chew on.
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Kiala has a lot of cool gear and a lot of potential. I'd really want to see you flesh out more of her in these posts. Give us a little more of her thoughts and remember that it can really draw the reader in more if you give us her impressions of all five senses somewhere in there. Is the air hot? Is she sweating? Is she nervous? Angry? Calm? Does she smell something bad? So on and such.

Krae
Effort: 5/5 - Beautiful opening post. Good attempt to give us Krae's mindset from the start and nice description of the canyon.
Fairness: 5/5 - I like how Krae figures out that someone is above him without being cheesy about it.
Detail: 4/5 Nice work though even this could be fleshed out just a bit more.
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: All in all, a really nice opening post. I think you did a good job with this one.

Total:

Kiala: 14

Krae: 18

I try to be as fair as I can so I'm sorry if anything seems harsh but I'm not playing favorites. That said, it looks like Krae takes the first round but there's plenty of rounds left for Kiala to sneak back up there and overthrow him.

Round 2: BEGIN!

[/-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/]

What Kiala saw bellow her made her pause for a moment. The last thing she had expected to see was a mandalorian, but low and behold thats what she was staring at fully armed and armored It was a male judging by the armor, the coloring, black with red stripes around the edge. The colors indicating he was a man of Justice, who honored his father. But there still remained one little fact, he was a mando'ad, and not to be taken lightly.

Through the 'T' visor of her own helm, she scanned over his weapons, armor. The marking on his arm was not one of any clan she was familiar with but the hud screen was reading out the emblem as a member of clan Svar. There was only one reason she could think of for him to be hear. A bounty hunter, either working for the sith, or here after her. Either way would result in the same fate for the unfortunate man. She would be merciful, she would make it quick and clean.

As she began to draw her beskad back, in preparation to drop down on top of the man and kill him, he looked up t her.

""When attempting to sneak up on someone, you should be aware of all things. In this case... the Sun".

Kiala cursed and jumped from the ledge. Just her rotten luck that the damn sun had chosen to break through the clouds at that exact time. As she flew through the air, her feet cartwheeling, the beskad held in a reverse grip held tightly against her body, her right hand dropped to one of her slug throwers. She drew the Mizrah Asp, and squeezed the trigger, sending a spray of tungsten bullets flying at the Mandolorian, ricocheting all around him, hopefully a few hit.

As her feet touched the sun baked ground she pivoted to the side and delivered a wicked upward slash with her Beskad...holding out for the quick clean kill. Her armor shifted from the camouflage tones to black, the sun reflecting off its surface. Her armor resembled that of a mandalorian, though was far different. It was sleek, and form fitting, and she moved without hindrance, and complete ease.

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Almost the instant he spoke whoever had been attempting to sneak up on him cartwheeled away and began firing. Krae was already ducked under the ledge as the pistol cleared it's holster. It wasn't a good position to be caught in. His opponent had him covered from and elevated position. Still, he had been in worse scrapes. Quickly he unclipped a flash grenade from his belt and rolled it over the the top of the ledge. He Ducked down and counted. As the word three rolled off his tongue there was a bright flash and a loud bang above him. For a moment he sat and watched flakes of dust that had been cast into the air by the small violent explosion dance in the wind and then he was up over the ledge and fighting his opponent on even footing.

Whoever she was her armor resembled that of a Mandalorian but that was all, she wore no clan marks that he could see. Perhaps a fake, a mercenary who wore the armor to scare people? Regardless Krae already knew that despite how she was attired this woman was not a Mandalorian.
Quickly he danced away from her upward slash with the basked and still the blade scraped across his armor. A momentary pause as he looked at the tiny silver line scratched across the black of his armor, and then he laughed. A boisterous laugh that rang across the canyon, and then he spoke. "You are feisty that's for sure, and not half bad if I'm honest but you're not on my level girly. Best not to carry this fight on unless you have a death wish"

that would be her only warning. He didn't boast about his skill lightly. She had certainly achieved more then most twice her age having already put a scratch in his armor and maybe she was faster then him, but his technical skill was far superior to hers. Speed could only carry her so far. "but if you insist on fighting me, then lets do this right." one by one Krae tossed away each of his weapons save the two blades still sheathed on his back. "and if you really wanna do this warrior style, I'll step out of my armor if you step out yours"