Nichos Marr, come hither. (1v1)

[Khendon S]

The three suns of Nashua rise and kiss the morning sky, setting it aflame. Khendon walks, in full combat gear, through the desolate streets of the city, its former occupants were raped from it by a ancient rage, leaving their cities to rot away over the thousands of years they had been left unattended.

Nashua was a hot planet, but not in the way that it was dry, in the way it was humid and the temperature never went under 90°F (30°C). Sweat formed easily, due to the body’s natural tendency to cool off my allowing the evaporation of water on the outer parts of the body, but wasn’t removed as easily, especially due to the clothing that was worn to prevent exposure.

Khendon walks along the street, kicking rocks into the ditches on the sides of the roads, probably used for waste extraction. He marveled at the hand carved houses, made from solid lime stone, and massive graves, tombs in fact, which lined most of the streets. Something had drawn him to this planet, a strong feeling, an urge. Khendon couldn’t place his finger on it but he was sure something important was here or was coming.

As Khendon strolled along the streets he felt he was being watched, a familiar tingle went up his spine, up the back of his neck, and into each hair on his head, a Jedi was near, too near. Khendon stopped and turned on his heel to face a Jedi, he could tell this one had skill, immense amount of it.

Khendon eased one hand down and unclipped a saber, allowing it to fall into his palm, cool grip, due to the coolant coils, slightly reliving his hand of the immense heat that immersed his body. “Stand ready.” Khendon said in his strongest, most commanding voice.

[Nichos Marr]

OOC: I do accept this challenge, but I have to go for the night. I'll post tomorrow. Sorry :)

[Khendon S]

(OOC: Thank you for accepting, I understand, if you don't mind, could you give me your aim or ICQ?)

[Nichos Marr]

OOC: Yes AIM s/n: JediFerris

IC: Nichos Marr, Jedi Padawan to Warren Azalin wiped the sweat off his face. In only minutes, the planet's temperature had irritated him. Using some calming techniques his master had taught him, Nichos was able to keep his composure.

He was on the planet of Nashua. An abandoned planet with hot temperatures. He had quietly been practicing his meditation and Force drawing techniques when a cold sense of dread filled his head. One he had felt before when facing an evil group known as the Sith. Sith wanted nothing more then power. In order to get power, they would have to eradicate all the Jedi. Jedi were the protectors of the Galaxy. To the Sith, they were a roadblock in the Siths' ultimate goal.

Nichos looked around him at once. The Sith was close, but not in eyesight range. The Jedi used his senses and opened himself to the Force. In short time, he would find the Sith most likely wandering around the deserted village. Nichos hoisted himself off the ground and closed his eyes. He could feel the Sith's presence east of his position. Nichos quietly walked off to see what his intentions were.

Nichos stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a bellowing and irritated voice. It belonged to the Sith, there was no doubt there. "Stand ready," echoed through the deserted village. Then Nichos saw him. A Sith, rather tall on the other side of the road. He must've tracked Nichos down. The Jedi padawan knew that he wanted a fight. He could feel the anger this Sith emitted.

Surprisingly enough, Nichos decided he was going to accept. It was not in his nature, but the Sith had to be stopped somehow. He creeped along the road and turned corners. That was when the Sith first spotted him. He was directly 25 feet away from his foe. Nichos' hand flew down to his belt. He unclipped his lightsaber and held it, but did not ignite it. He approached the Sith slowly.

"What is your purpose here Sith?" He inquired, approaching slowly.

[Khendon S]

Khendon thought about the Jedi’s question for several seconds before responding, “I am here… for a reason not yet known to me.” Khendon’s blood runs cold and adrenalin starts pumping at the thought of a conflict between the two. His free hand slides across his neck; nimbly pulling a string, releasing his cloak, letting it settle to the ground.

Khendon rolls his head, giving off a slight cracking sound as he stretches the muscles. He flicks his wrist and increases his grip on his blade, slowly moving into a defensive position. He slides his thumb onto the igniter and lets it rest there, ready for the attack. “You, Jedi, may have the first move.”

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos watches the Sith prepare himself for battle. Marr was not one to run away from battles, so he decided to stay. He watched as the Sith readied himself into a defencive position.

Nichos untied his brown robe and threw it aside to reveal a flight jumpsuit beneath. The padawan did not like it when his robe got in the way. He still held his lighsaber in his right hand. He thumbed the weapon on with a snap-hiss. The brilliant blue blade erupted and shone throughout the surrounding area.

Nichos took a few steps forward and positioned himself in a defensive stance. His face was emotionless and ready for battle.

"Sith, it is customary to make the weaker species go first."

[Khendon S]

“Weaker?” Khendon smiles as his hood falls revealing his face. His robes fall to the ground and armor curls up allowing him free movement. “You shall regret your words, young one.”

Khendon activates his saber, giving a twirl to loosen his wrists. He looks around, quickly assessing the terrain and how to use it. He runs forward and flips over the Padawan, doing a spin at the same time allowing him to, once he lands, face his opponent. As Khendon lands he catches the young one off guard and activates his saber, bringing it down on an angle towards his opponent. As the blade moves downward Nichos rolls out of its path and brings his own to block the Sith’s attack.

Khendon extends his leg and kicks the Padawan down, moving back several feet and moving into a defensive position. “Now, the fun begins.”

[Nichos Marr]

"It's always fun to see a Sith make a fool out of themselves."

Nichos jumped up and regained his composure. Feeling the Force flow through him, he charged Khendon. Only a few feet away from the Sith, Nichos jumped high into the air and slashed downwards. Khendon managed to block but was pushed back a little.

Nichos landed and lunged forward with his weapon. Khendon swung his lightsaber down and parried the move. Nichos gripped the handle of his weapon and slashed back. The attack was blocked.

Nichos quickened his pace of attack. He slashed left, right, upwards. Of course the Sith was quick to block them all, but this did not despair the Jedi. He felt the Force stronger then ever now. Nichos' saber met with Khendon's. The two fighters, stuck in a stalemate trying to best the other. Nichos took a deep breath and ducked low. With a powerful swipe, he knocked Khendon off his feet. The Sith fell down. This presented Nichos with precious time to jump back into a defencive stance.

[Severion]

(ignore)

[Khendon S]

Khendon flipped to his feet in one clean motion, using the force to aid him. He felt anger build up in him as memories of past battles flowed through him. He embraced the anger and let it take a life of its own, through himself.

Khendon smiled and brought he hand down on his other saber, flipping it up into his palm with a fluid motion. He moves towards the Jedi, activating his second saber at the same time. Khendon brings down his first saber then brings the other in on the side, both being blocked by the Padawan. Khendon can feel his opponent weakening from the trauma and fatigue of combat. He kept swinging, being blocked, but with each block his opponent lost power.

Khendon finally decided to stop playing. Khendon runs at his opponent and sidekicks him in the stomach. He then round house kicks Nichos’s mid section. Khendon follows this by bringing his knee into Nichos’s gut and slamming Nichos’s head onto his leg.

Khendon backs away from the now bleeding Jedi, still wary of his power, but still knowing a Padawan will never defeat him, a warrior.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos was only bleeding a bit on his lip and nose. He used the Force to ignore his pains. Unlike Sith who embraced the pain to empower them further.

Nichos could feel the Sith's arrogance. He wore it like a cloak on his back. And Nichos knew that this would be his downfall. Even if it were not to happen in the battle, the Sith would eventually be destroyed. Good always triumphed over evil.

Now Nichos stood a few feet away from the angry Sith. The Padawan closed his eyes and began to spoke.

"Foolish, just like your master Sumor. You need the assistance of another lightsaber to best me?"

Nichos noticed a few bricks behind Khendon from a half destroyed house. He smiled and returned his attention to the Sith. Nichos Marr felt the Force within and charged at Khendon. He was using Jedi techniques to rid of his fatigue, and his pain was not serious. Nichos jabbed inwards and then left, followed by a spin slash. All these moves were blocked by Khendon. But the Sith was too preoccupied to see a brick raise off the ground behind him.

It was too late for Khendon to dodge the brick. Nichos had slashed low at the precise moment. Khendon jumped, and the brick struck him in the head, causing him to fall into Nichos' knee that struck his gut. Using one hand, Nichos Marr grabbed the Sith by the hair and used the hilt of his lightsaber to whack him in the face. A loud crack could be heard from the lower jaw.

Nichos used the Force and threw him back. Khendon made contact a few old boxes, causing them to brake. Nichos wiped the blood off his lip once again and assumed a defencive position.

[Khendon S]

Khendon just lay there, motionless, eyes closed, blood gushing out of his head, hair stained crimson. Both sabers had deactivated and were sitting next to their owner’s hands. Khendon’s eye lids flickered as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slipped into a state of near death.

[Mark Fenix]

Feeling his brother sith's cry of pain, a lone figure stood waiting in the shadows several meters off. His emerald light illuminated the darkness, but Marr took no note of it or his prescence. The emerald warrior, the Green Lantern, stood ready to save Khendon if need be.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos looked and saw that the Sith was badly bruised. He also saw that Khendon had gone into an unconscious state. Nichos Marr noticed Khendon Sevon's lightsabers beside him. Using the Force he grabbed them and set them on the floor before him. He ignited his own saber and slashed the power cells of the weapons on the floor.

"Now you cannot use these devices to commit your evil deeds."

He could feel Khendon was not quite done yet. Nichos stayed where he was and waited to see if the Sith would rise.

[Khendon S]

Khendon’s vision went red and eventually faded to black as he felt himself losing control of his own life, the demon raping his soul from his body.

Khendon was in a dark room; it had plane features and no light source, yet he could see clearly. His master stood next to him, looking at him with his standard strong eyes. His master’s mouth moves but no voice comes of it. Khendon looks at him for what seems an eternity until he fades away. He feels a presence and looks over his shoulder, spotting a shadow, closing with him. The dark figure shoots out of the floor and consumes Khendon and his soul, rage filling his heart, filling the void.

Khendon’s hands suddenly twitch as he shakes his head, his blood boiling with immense fury. Khendon’s eyes open, now red, filled with blood. He jumps to his feat, pulling out his Sith Knife. He feels rejuvenated, though by looking at him you could tell his body had not changed, his mind had. Khendon runs at the Jedi, sliding under him and bringing the blade into Nichos’s back, twisting it as he stabbed at him, he pulls the blade out of the confused Jedi and force jumps away from him, bringing his battered body into a defensive stance. “Come and get it.”

[Mark Fenix]

" The offer of help stands, friend." Mark Fenix spoke to Khendon through the Force.

" Well don't just stand there, 'help', do something!" Khendon scolded back at him. Now was obviously not the time for levity. With great accuracy through the force Mark hurled his saber several meters to Khendon's hand. Its emerald light showed the hatred in his face, and Mark had a seat, preferring to be a spectator in this battle.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos cries out in pain as he feels the sharp device enter his back. Momentarily he falls on his knees from the pain. Luckily, his robes stop a lot of blood from gushing out. Nichos blocks the pain from his mind and looks at the Sith a few feet away. He felt the anger and hatred flow through him.

"Your anger blinds you from the truth."

Nichos stares directly at the dagger and uses the Force to bend it until it is unusable. His gaze falls upon Khendon's.

Nichos implants illusions of the Force in Khendon's head. They are of Marr attacking from every corner. Khendon turns to each corner while the real Nichos charges at him. Marr clips his saber to his belt and clenches his left hand until it becomes a fist. Nichos blocks his presence from the Force so Khendon can't sense him. He swings his left fist at Khendon, breaking his nose. Lowering his body position a tiny bit, Nichos uppercuts Khendon in the groin with his right hand. This caused the Sith to scream.

By now the illusions were wearing off, so Nichos worked quicker. He delivered a strong kick to Khendon's rib cage. The Sith Warrior flew back and collided with a brick wall. While Khendon could not see him, Nichos slipped into a house and blocked his presence with all the Force power he could muster. The padawan waited.

[Khendon S]

Khendon had one hand on his nose, drenched in blood, the other holding Mark’s saber, active and humming. “You can not hide form me.” Says Khendon as he lets the evil filling his soul spill over and spread out of his body, creating a pulse of evil that withered the flowers that grew in the surrounding area. As the wave touched the houses their color faded to a brown.

Khendon looked in Marr’s direction, easily crushing the force block he had been using. The wave of evil flowed around Nichos, consuming his being. Khendon smiled as images of the horrors Khendon had seen were transmitted from his own mind to Marr’s.

Pictures of babies missing ears, black from death, and in multiple stages of decay. Images of men who were missing arms and had great swells on their bodies. Still more images of war, men being blow up by artillery, having arms shot off. The final images were the worst, they were of the flesh eating diseases Khendon had seen. Men and women missing almost all of their skin, muscles showing, veins showing, bone showing.

All of these images disturbed the Jedi greatly, causing him to bring his hands to his heads, rocking back in forth slowly.

Khendon brought the saber up, in a defensive stance, bombarding his opponent with waves of hate, contempt, lust, fury, rage, and terror.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos was on the verge of screaming out and revealing himself. The thoughts infested his mind. He couldn't block them out with the Force or ignore them.

Nichos thought back to his training sessions with Master Warren. He thought back to his training in the cave. He had seen and faced his own death. Nichos filled his own head with thoughts of family, love, trust. He called upon everything good in the world to aid him. There was a massive conflict.

Nichos' mind knew the difference between good and evil. This Sith could not best him with thoughts. That was all they were, thoughts.

Nichos had to stop Khendon before he was driven into madness. He looked out a window sill and saw Khendon. With the Light Side of the Force as his ally, Nichos leapt out, ignited his saber in mid air. He slashed at Khendon S. The Sith jumped back to dodge the attack, but the lightsaber connected with his skin and left a deep gash at his side.

Nichos slashed again, but it was blocked this time. Nichos jumped back and with the quick motion of his hand, a box went flying at the Sith. Khendon turned to slash at it. At that moment, Marr jumped and side kicked Khendon in the head. The Sith fell forward. Nichos rested his foot on Khendon's back and put his saber directly above his head.

"Please make a move, I dare you."

Nichos used all the Force within to block Khendon's thoughts out of his head. He also applied some strength to his foot.

[Khendon S]

The Jedi’s concentration on blocking Khendon’s mind invasion had been an error on his part. It lowered his senses to the outside world, having his mind concentrate on the blocking. Khendon let the force bend around him, surround him, consume him. He commanded it, ordered it to do his bidding.

The bloodied brick that lay on the ground from Nichos’s attack shook then rose. It flew with immense speed and force into the back of Marr’s head, blood erupting from the hit area. Nichos fell forward onto his knees and forgot about Khendon, trying to block the pain that flooded his insides.

Khendon got up and pointed his own blade at the Padawan’s blade, slicing the internal crystal, disabling it. He then brought his own blade to the Padawan’s neck.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos winces a couple of times. He watches as his saber explodes into various metal shards. He blocks the pain and focuses on the Sith before him. He could feel the lightsaber just centemeters away from his neck. Nichos had an idea.

He concentrated on the Force around him and executed a move called Force Push. A transparent Force wave hit Khendon sending him back into a brick wall. He smacked the wall so hard. Nichos added another Force push, and caused Khendon's arm to smack the wall. His saber fell to the floor, until Nichos summoned it to him.

"I don't believe in handicaps."

With that, he used the Force for added strength and snapped Mark's saber in half. Out of rage, Khendon charged at him. Nichos remembered his lightsaber wreckage. He used the Force and summoned the various metal shards off the ground. Blinded by rage, Khendon didn't even notice these metal shards until they pierced his skin in various places on his body. Blood started to run from the wounds. Khendon stopped in his tracks. Nichos rushed forward and drop kicked Khendon in the chin. The Sith flew back and hit the wall once again. Nichos put up his fists in a defencive stance and got ready.

[Khendon S]

Khendon felt the blood rush from his body, but it was numbed by his hate and evil intent. Khendon looked at his friend’s smashed saber and his own sabers. He then focused all of the pain emitting from his body, his wounds. “Do you know what a berserker is, young one?”

Khendon rushed the youth and lifted him into the air, throwing him into the rubble and shards of metal on the ground, fed by the force and rage. As Marr collided with the ground the tiled street area broke, sending shards of the ceramic material into Nichos.

Khendon grabbed Nichos’s first leg and pulled on it until it over extended, shooting it up, breaking the kneecap. Nichos’s face screamed with pain, as did his voice. Khendon rammed his bloody fist into Marr’s chest and laid his hands around his opponent’s throat.
“Surrender, with the hairs on your toes intact.”

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos could feel his throat losing air. He saw the madness in the Sith's eyes. He knew there was nothing he could do. Then Nichos had an idea. He gathered up as much spit and blood as he could. Nichos spat in Khendon's face unexpectedly. Khendon released his grip slightly for a moment. Nichos used his left arm and gave Khendon a fierce punch. The Sith was taken by surprise, still trying to get spit out of his view. He rolled onto the floor and stopped face to the ground.

Nichos acted with speed, trying to block the throbbin pain. His robe was drenched with both his and Khendon's blood. He called over a large shard of ceramic tile and stuck it in the back of Khendon's leg, cutting his hamstring. He dragged it along Khendon's leg, leaving a very deep gash.

Nichos just left it in there and rolled a few meters away. He managed to climb atop a hut and rested on it's flat roof. Nichos closed his eyes and focused around him. He was using every bit of Force energy he could muster. Nichos concentrated as hard as he could, as hard as he ever did. The hot planet's temperature began to rise a little with each moment. Unfortunately, it does not take long for ceramic to heat up. Nichos watched as the Sith screamed in pain from the new burning sensations.

"Give up, and I will lower the temperature. If you don't, you'll fry."

[Khendon S]

Khendon let the pain flow through him, allowing it to become part of him. The ceramic flew out of his leg and into Nichos’s appendix area, bursting the appendix and sending blood everywhere. Khendon could feel the searing pain from the hot ceramics underneath him but could do nothing but use the pain to his advantage.

The wind picked up and began to chill the air, causing the temperature to return too normal. Khendon smiled as the battle took another twist, due to his immobile leg. He knew that his opponent would no longer be able to walk, and would be losing large amounts of blood, not to mention the poison kept in the appendix would start infecting his blood stream, if he was right.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos knows he only has one last chance. Some might find it rather wimpish, but if he didn't get to medical attention soon, he'd be dead. Nichos concentrated on the Force and uses a move called Force Blind. At the same time, he uses the Force to make debris fall off all the roofs. All the debris comes crashing down with Khendon under it.

Nichos slides off the roof and hits the ground hard. That debris had to at least crushed a few bones. Nichos knew it would buy him some time. He had learned some detoxifying techniques. Nichos went into a healing trance.

[Khendon S]

Khendon lay under the debris, uninjured due to the last minute reaction he had to the attack, activating his armor so that it covered his entire body, even bringing up the helm.

Khendon uses the force to move the obstacles away from him. He lays there and looks at his opponent, Marr now in a deep trance. “Oh no you don’t!” Khendon gives a sharp turn of his head and the tiles around Marr rise and enter his opponent’s body, destroying his concentration and causing him to come out of his trance.

Khendon gives several more sharp turns of his head and pieces of glass from windows go into Marr’s hands.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos Marr, Jedi Padawan of Warren Azalin lied on the floor. He was drenched in blood, and rather beaten. He could feel the air becoming scarce. It was hard to breath. Everything around him was bending out of shape and becoming dark. And there was the Sith. A perfect example of the embodiment of evil. Nichos raised his head ever so slightly.

"Sith, can't you see fighting is wrong? What do you gain in it? The respect from your comrades?"

He crawled back against a wall and awaited an answer.

[Khendon S]

“I fight to protect what I believe in. I fight to uphold my honor. The Jedi are my enemy, they are exactly the opposite of what I am, and for that they must die. This is why I must fight. Combat may be evil, it may be foul, but it is needed, with such barbaric races.” Khendon said, looking at his own wounds.

[Nichos Marr]

Nichos coughed once or twice. Khendon could feel his life force fading. The Jedi opened his eyes as wide as he could. He concentrated on the Force and rose above the ground with little ease.

"I hope that one day you will understand Khendon Sevon."

He slightly turns his back on the Sith.

"I do not wish to fight you anymore, fighting is wrong."

Nichos floats away, not turning his back to regard the Sith. He had little moments precious moments to live. But death and life did not matter to Nichos anymore. All that mattered was the present.

[Khendon S]

Khendon gave a slight nod and respected the Jedi's joice. He crawled over to the remnants of his former opponents saber and put it in a bag. Mark ran over and helped him up, helping him to a waiting ship, he needed medical attention, a battle won, the hard way has finished.

[Warren Azalin]

:: Sensing his padawans life force weakening the Jedi rushed to help. Warren appeared only in time to watch the sith leave, wondering where his padawan was he searched only to find him a broken heap on the floor. Walking to him slowly he reached the padawan and began healing him with the force. Knowing soon after the healing was not doing much he picked up his padawan and began heading towards his ship. He knew Nichos would have to spend some time in a Bacta Tank just as he had once before ::