Evisceration of the Soul

[Kibagami]

Inner Rim.
Eshan System.
Eshan.

Although inexorably linked to his heritage, this was only the second time Jubei had visited Eshan, both times for the same reason: to uncover the truth about his mother. This time had brought him no closer to the truth than the last, and he pondered the possibility that he may never know, depressing as it was. Three weeks wasted.

Arriving at the spaceport at the edge of the city, he aimed to leave this planet behind, there was nothing for him here. The death of his mother had severed all ties to her homeworld just the same as it did with his Thyrsian father. While prepping the ship, he caught a twinge of maliciousness in the Force, something not right, something that doesn't belong here.

On the far side of the landing platform he spied a rather large man that looked to be an Eshan native just arriving to the planet. Difficult to tell from distance, the man seemed to sport some type of markings on his face, tattoos likely. But it wasn't the markings that bothered him, it was the void of black that surrounded the man as if he were rejecting any and all manner of compassion and forgiveness. Kriffing Sith. Wonderful...

"Don't do it." he spoke to himself while shutting down the prepping of his ship. "Just leave." he closed up the bay doors. "You don't have to do this, Jubei." he locked down the ship. "This isn't your problem." and began a fast walk across the landing platform towards the Sith. "Are you really doing this?" he did a quick check of his weapons. "Yeah, I'm doing this."

"Hey!" He yelled from about 20 yards away at the man, now walking closer at a normal pace. "You don't belong here! Eshan has no business with the likes of you. But I do, you brainless piece of shitsack Sith garbage! Your kind murder for fun, I wonder how it feels to have the tables turned..." Jubei stopped some 10 feet away, his right hand slid across his beltline and curled his fingers loosely around the hilt of his katana hanging from his left hip, while the left hand reached behind his left shoulder and took hold of the massive four-foot long twin-bladed Souba strapped to his back, and dropped his body into an unrecognizable offence stance. "Pray to your god.."

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Halmo'de had taken a holiday to visit his home planet, Eshan, to spar, and practice alongside the likes of his family, whom knew nothing of his alignment to the Dark Side. This was something he'd planned to keep to himself, as this was the Inner Rim and the Republic would surely swarm on his position. Stepping off the ship, he took a few steps away from the ship to breathe in the fresh air of Eshan, when a seemingly Force-sensitive swordsman set upon him, shouting his business to the rest of the planet. Today, Halmo'de had been wearing a dark brown cloak, as opposed to his typical black one, front kept open, Halmo'de's typical fashion, as his family doesn't know of his turn to the Dark Side. He decided to keep his robe on to keep his array of weaponry hidden. Today carrying more than he typically does, as training with his family encompasses training of all weapon systems. Some of the things with him were a seemingly small Durasteel Maul with a telescopic handle that made it appear only half its full length, which hid nicely under his robe, and several durasteel vibro knives, and knuckle-blades. He scoffed at the man before him, drawing his sword, and turned to face him with an unsettling grin on his face.

"I don't murder. Killing the weak does not appeal to me," he said, nonchalantly taking a step toward the Thyrsian/Echani half breed,"but I will today," he said, his tone never raised above one's inside voice, and, with a single sharp push from his back leg, he leaped forward, pulling a vibro knife from the magnetic plate holding his small arsenal, keeping it out of sight and sweeping the swordsman's stomach area, with his primary sword, from Halmo'de's left to his right, following up with a spinning slash from his hidden, offhanded vibro-knife, aiming to gut the man, then thrust him in the abdomen, with his straight sword.

As they were about ten feet apart, when Halmo'de began approaching him, the dagger remained hidden behind the robe until he began to pivot into his spin, which let off a small almost unnoticeable glint from the blade of the knife he pulled, though it could have been easily seen as the blade of the sword, as they are both Durasteel in construction.

EDIT: IF any of this is hard to understand, send me any concerns and I'll doctor it some more tomorrow. I'm decked from work. Lol.)
(EDIT: Reworded the final strike so it reflects what I meant to say, and what I explained to you in the PM before your last post.

 

[Kibagami]

Weak? "Hmph." Good, the fool Sith has already underestimated his opponent, the psychological advantage was in Jubei's favor before the fight even started. With a razor-sharp eye he scrutinized the Sith's movements, paying every attention to the subtle shifts in body weight that were tell-tale signs of hidden weaponry, the footfalls would give him enough insight to extrapolate a path of attack, the way in which the Sith held his weapon told Jubei much about the intended target area, and trying to hide whatever was in the off-hand only made it more obvious. Processing these kinds of calculations became subconscious decades ago, there was no thought involved, just action.

Seeing the intended target area, Jubei took a hastened step backwards just enough to avoid the Sith's sword length as it passed through a flutter of his kimono, small inches away from slicing open his Enviro-Armor and into his flesh. The off-hand, now revealed to be a dagger, simply had no change of reaching him after avoiding the slash of the longer sword. Both attempts came from the same side, meaning momentum would likely carry him into a clockwise spin since it would be difficult and counterproductive to stop and then reverse that momentum. Jubei knew to never turn your back on the enemy, made evident that of all the scars on his body, none were upon his back.

It was this moment, as the Sith spun himself, Jubei unsheathed both his Katana and Souba as he stepped forward to his previous location and preemptively raised his right knee to stop cold any attack that would be coming back around. The Sith's elbow collided with his knee in a hard block, simultaneously felling the Souba towards the shoulder joint and the Katana towards the wrist joint with full intent to sever both at once.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Any Echani born on Eshan to a traditional family knew to never underestimate his opponent. He would only act like such to taunt them and make them believe him to be arrogant. His first strikes were meant to be telegraphed, prompting the man to dodge the first strike, and keep him at a distance in order to prep a thrust. To his surprise, the man, closed the distance, which would have put him more in line to a fatal blow, not only that, but drawing his swords as he does so, one of which, a back mounted doubled katana type weapon with what one could guess to be close to, if not, 4 feet in length. Drawing such a lengthy weapon from a back-mounted sheathe would take a lot longer than the blade at his hip, even with extensive practice. Nevertheless, the swordsman was very lucky to get away with a scrape from the fat end of the blade glancing off of his angled knee, and was then knocked out of the Echani's hand, damaging the vibro-motor

Using this time to cover out of the fray, he decides the replace the offhanded dagger, with a heavy clang underneath the Sith's robe. The maul found attached to his magnetic 'holster' as one would refer to it, was detached from the magnet and held in his left hand. It was not at its fullest length, making it appear to be two feet in length, when, in truth, a quick flick could extend it out two more feet in length, though the offside to this is, as it is naturally unwieldy due to the top-heavy nature of a maul-type weapon, it could only be used effectively as a to one handed weapon at half length, a two handed weapon at its full length, or a defensive tool. It could, however, depending on the amount of force applied to a strike, damage a sword. For now, he kept it at its half-length position, holding it at the ready in his dominant right hand.


"You were born here, on Eshan. I can tell. Only we, who lived the life on the planet of our ancestors carry themselves so well. Hate me as the Sith I am, but I respect you as a warrior," Halmo'de stated, readying himself, leading with his left, the maul out in a defensive position, at a 45 degree angle, ready to parry incoming strikes.

(EDIT)
@Kibagami

 

[Kibagami]

It wasn't the kind of dis-arm he was aiming for, but it'll do. Now having to reset his weaponry, the Sith backed away to buy some time, much to Jubei's disappointment. As the man began to speak, Jubei picked up the vibroblade with the two-pronged tip of the Souba and quickly flung it into the distance. He then faced the Sith again and pointed the Souba straight at him while he walked closer, the katana in his left hand flipped into a reverse grip, then back again, and kept flipping it so as to confuse his opponent on what kind of attack would come next. "That doesn't sound like praying."

With no more than five feet between them, Jubei lept towards the man, his katana finally settled in a reverse grip aiming to stab downwards into the left side of the Sith's neck while the Souba, following closely behind, would come crashing down upon the right side of the neck. Anticipating a defensive against his two blades, the moment his feet hit the ground the wakizashi would lash outwards as if drawn by an invisible hand aiming to disembowel the Sith just below the ribcage. If the Sith were to dodge or avoid the first two blades, the third would adopt a defensive attitude instead.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Halmo'de grinned at the man's ruthlessness. "You'll make a Sith think you're in love with him talking like that," he said and readied himself for the next couple attacks, deciding to check all angles, instead of falling for the distracting twirling of his sword. Watching with bated breath, he waited for the man to leap forward, before diving low, avoiding the dual strike with the Souba and the katana coming down at his neck, and diving out of the line of attack, and attempting to strike the telekinesis-controlled wakazashi, hard on the blade, with his maul, if nothing else, to block the strike and knock it out of his telekinetic grasp. A square shot would likely damage the sword in some way. As he landed, he rolled an additional foot and a half away, giving him six inches between him and the reach of the longest sword he carried and incidentally the other two, as well. He'd take three steps, closing distance, to swing at the man's skull, before bounding up and over his opponents head, hitting the switch to extend the maul to it full length, and hammer down on the crown of his enemies skull.

He'd land and continue his offense, swinging his maul three times, in heavy, diagonal strikes, at his left shoulder, his right shoulder and a sweeping strike at the man's leg, in an attempt to hook his leg with the edge of the maul and pull it out from underneath him. After which, two durasteel lightsaber hilts jutted out from his magnetic weapon carrier, igniting in mid-air, with one being sent forward, spinning rapidly, in an attempt to bisect or distract him. Whether it landed or was dodged or blocked, it would find itself back in the offhand of Halmo'de after the maul was returned to its place on the magnet.

"We're both full of some nasty tricks, eh?" Hal quipped, smiling, widely, even in the heat of battle. From there, he was ready for another exchange of blows, but not before making light of this Grey user of the Force saw that Halmo'de was by no stretch intimidated by him.

They were now, standing about three feet from each other, weapons free, but the length of the Souba is at a slight disadvantage, as either Hal or Jubei would need to move back and prep a strike. Halmo'de's swords are held in a defensive Jar'Kai stance, ready to defend and strike as necessary.

 

[Kibagami]

The wayward wakizashi took a glancing blow from the maul in parry, and just as quickly as it came it retreated back into it's resting place at his left hip as the Sith rolled away. Jubei stood up straight, again pointing the katana at the man as he recovered and while lifting the Souba over his head to put it back where it came. The Sith's recovery time was shorter than expected, and an upward swing of the maul barely missed his face when Jubei leaned back just in the nick, swiping the katana in fruitless deflection. With the Souba on high, his left foot slid backwards to give him a wide base for a reaching, overhead stab of the Souba towards the throat, but by the time he dropped into the wide stance the Sith was already jumping off the ground and the intended overhead stab was abandoned.

The sliding of his left foot gained some distance as well as dropping his body lower to the ground. The maul swung again from overhead, and if it wasn't for the newly extended reach, it may not have swung so perfectly as to lodge it's shaft between the twin blades of the Souba. The sheer weight of the maul unexpectedly tore the Souba from his hand, attempts to keep it within his grasp spun the twin-blades 180degrees around the axis of the maul's shaft, inadvertently pointing the weapon directly at the opponent just after the apex of his jump. With such weight and momentum behind the maul's swing combined with the near helplessness of being in mid-jump, it would be quite the feat to avoid being stabbed by the Souba under the Sith's own kinetic momentum, and Jubei would make that feat all the more difficult by sending a hearty Force Push at his Souba in order to drive the twin-blades deep into the Sith's abdomen before he even landed(interrupt).

 

[Gian Greydragon]

It was an unfortunate thing having his second favorite secondary weapon be his undoing. In a swift couple of motions the maul had hung him up in the air, prompting the two blades to plunge deep into Halmo'de's stomach. Spouting blood as he was impaled, he looked down at the man, grinning, blood pouring out of the corners of his mouth. The fledgling Sith, who had only just turned to the Dark Side let his head get ahead of him. His enemy was not one to be underestimated, but Hal was certain of one thing. He died a warrior's death to a worthy opponent. He whispered something in the old Echani language that translated roughly to; "Crest the hill, for the mountain's peak is higher."

To some, it would seem to be the feverish, nonsensical words of a man on the brink of death, though these were the final words uttered by Halmo'de's mother as she succumbed to her wounds the night he was born. These words rung through his mind for his entire life, though they had no meaning to him. Until now. He closed his eyes, smiling wickedly, through the blood that escaped his lips.

 

[Kibagami]

Jubei pulled the twin blades from the Sith's body, crimson liquid smeared across it's face. Both weapons were sheathed as the Eshan spoke what could be his last words, Jubei knew not what they meant, but was sure it held meaning of some kind. With an expression combining sorrow and relief, he replied "If you live, and you still feel raw about it...I'll be waiting." and made haste for his ship before any authorities could question him.