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21-04-2023, 01:36 PM
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, December 2017))
Entry 35: Lord Moric Dar
*Slowly Hirak hobbled into the scene; he was topless with a large kolto weave bandage across his chest and one along his left arm. He’d smirk widely at every step and although the blue hue of the holodevice discoloured his eyes, it was clear they burned with an unbridled passion. In fact, the Rattataki’s bare face contorted into a depiction of savage bliss. He took a moment to sit down upon a seat which he grabbed manually and pulled closer to the holorecorder.*
“What a rush! What glorious combat. Truly, Moric wields power. Power that I too have come to crave and love. His strikes struck home with horrific magnitude, magnifying his natural strength with the presence of force augmented ones.
A few weeks prior, I had issued through his master Darth Iradox a challenge to his prized pupil. As the apprentice of Darth Horuset, I seek only to grow in my own mighty power and spar with other Sith who carry themselves with true strength. This Lord, this Moric accepted with but a singular message:
‘I accept your challenge. We shall meet on Korriban.’
So we met upon the dusty outcrop of Korriban’s plains far away from the academy. Clad in my dark red and black robes I walked up the gangway of the metallic platform the other Sith Lord had perched himself upon. A few long strides and we were there facing one another. My red fiery eyes stared towards the two yellow suns that sat baleful in the dark skin of his face. I noticed he was tattoo’d visually on his face, much like my own tribe’s tattoos. Moric had clad himself in fairly nondescript garments. I understand that the human had no taste in finery much like I had seen some Pureblooded Lord’s crave. I came to know almost instantly that we both took part in the appreciation of not wasting time. So, I dropped my robe, allowing the shoulder-body weights to collapse from my form with a crunch against the metal plates that held the platform together beneath my feet.
‘Lord Dar.’ I stated. The red and black markings of my mask were illuminated by the sun as I locked eyes with the larger male, dust battering it as I continued by gaze unwavering.
‘Lord Sanguinis.’ he offered in return, as cold and uncaring as any other. As my sense reached out around the two of us, I noticed at this point that he had dampened his presence considerably, or rather that it had always been this way but only now finding myself away from the others I could distinguish how lacking it was. A most curious decision.
I offered him a quick remark before we began by stating my desire not to waste our time and that we should begin. So, my right hand shot forward as the force gripped my shortened double-blade hilt into my hand. As I took my grasp around the centre, I ignited one end and sank into an Ataru stance, raising my combat barrier and locking my senses into place as preparation for the onslaught I thought was to come. I expected power, and I was ready to brace for it. As I bent the force to my will, I reached out to crush Moric’s willpower through the use of ‘Crush Opposition’, a force aura power I had been focusing on for months. I had grown very proficient, almost expertly so, at utilising it in battle to barrage my foes by draining them of their will to even fight me. It was a process that was slow, and gained momentum as I latched onto their physical tiredness. However, the dark-skinned human stroke towards me with speed as he stepped in towards my form. The crossguard lightsaber he wielded burst into action at the last might, slashing in a singular arc towards my chest. I spun aside as our blade clashed. Weaving and dodging, we exchanged blows. His were heavy, like lava whilst mine focused on the strength that followed intense speed. As if a waterfall or a volcano had erupted in a small valley of the Sith homeworld, our clashing sabers distorted sound throughout the lone dust red foothills as we matched one another. One block came from a strike of my own, attempting to expose his right shoulder. The smaller vents on each side of the main blade ignited, which he used to pause my assault. Moric’s main blade was long like the hilt, crimson red, but on each side were two extra vents produced a similar red colouration which jolted outwards moments later after the initial blade had ignited.
After what felt like mere seconds, the senior Lord swung at me with force, a swipe slashed towards my chest once more as if to cleave myself open. My own inertia saved me as I thrust myself backwards off the structure. Disigniting the one singular blade swiftly, my arms thrust out towards the larger metal structure that lay before me. The force within me surged as my anger and hatred fueled it, snapping simultaneously two of the structure’s plinths that kept it upright. Moric had approached the edge as the rear two stands collapsed immediately, flinging him backwards towards the sand below. It kicked up a storm that almost blocked our vision but not our senses. Snarling within the mask, the love of battle riling up my spirits, I once more turned one end of the lightsaber on as it sprung into crimson birth. I funneled the force into my legs, launching myself upwards into the air over the structure and down towards where the dark male had landed. Moric attempted to strike my down from the air; an attempt I had been accustomed to from my many battles. Inertia turned me and I swung past him. Moric’s lightaber swung past me as I turned back towards him. I struck back as he feet twisted my form, carrying my weapon from left to right towards his back. Moric’s speed surprised me as he retaliated once more, slamming his own plasma weapon into a parry behind him, utilising the movement of his previous action to carry himself well.
A few more blows were exchanged until Moric attempted a falling avalanche. Now, often Trakaton and myself will teach those who wield the form never to open with it. Moric demonstrated the perfect execution of the form. His posture was strong, his grip was powerful and he had just forced me backwards in ataru. However, I have spent most of my battle career as a Sith fighting Djem So focused warriors and understand the use of a falling avalanche and how to effectively counter it. I utilised Tràkata, turning my weapon off to allow his to swing past my form as I used speed and footwork to dash to his right igniting the other side of my weapon to turn my grip into reverse Ataru. My blade attempted to cut across him but Moric had already switched off his own weapon before attempting a forward roll away from the blade. Turning to look back to me at a stronger position than he, his face contorted into a savage death stare.
It was at this point that Moric began to show his power with the force, dropping the charade with his dampened presence and unleashing the fury that came from within. The rage burst forth from him entirely in retaliation caused me to rethink my strategy. I decided to attempt a different approach. Leaping backwards away from the positions we had created after the structure’s collapse in order to create space, I spun around by body swiftly, whipping up a storm of sand around me using the force to aid in the creation before immediately dampening my presence to become invisible in a cloud of dust particles. My mask allowed me to continue my visual of him, despite the thick smog-like cloud surrounding me. I switched off my lightsaber blade and crouched to the floor. No further movement from him. So, I placed my hand down into the ground and thrust lightning through the particles that lay within. The blue lightning burst out from the ground, zig zagging towards the larger male. Instead, as if he knew what my plan was all along, he hefted the hilt of the blade up and redirected the lighting away as it came up towards his form. Then with one movement, he turned the blade like a javelin or a spear and launched it as if it were a missile with controlled targeting with the aid of his telekinesis. I did not expect the attempt. Like a terrifying red bullet it swung inside the storm cloud of sand, slashing past my left arm. I snarled, instantly pushing myself away from my sandy defence as it cut across my flesh. I launched myself out from the coverage of this red stained sand cloud into the air before coming down from above to strike the top of Moric’s guard again with furious vigour in the style of a Falling Leaf. I could.. feel his glee at having hit me. It hung like a damn sickness in the air...
Again, our weapons shuddered together at the clash. A few more strikes were exchanged before the mountain of a human struck back forcing me backwards as I weaved in between and away from his heavier strikes. My own retaliations forced him into defensive parries, only to strike back with even more pressure than the last. He pinned me as fatigue wore in, both our brows laden in sweat as the intensity and emotion had built up within us. Like the potent sting of chemical warfare, the duality of our rage spread through the small valley to encompass all we had envisioned in our spar. His blade rose, the twin bent cross guard came down towards my centre as I was forced to bend down onto one knee to sustain my footing. The barrage of strikes were like meteors falling down upon the hardened tectonics of a planet. But I was not without my machinations. My blade sat neatly above my head as the second blade shot from the emitter, cutting into the side of Moric’s abdomen during one of the parries. A cut across his side at shiim length formed, offering an orange hue in the wake of the move. With a simple execution, Moric retaliated by turning his blade to disarm my weapon from my hand as tiredness finally overcame me before performing a downwards strike across my chest again in shiim format. He was not wounded like I, but mere moments later I crumpled backwards in defeat as my entire body slammed into the floor. Staring up towards the sky I groaned as the pain sustained me. My weapon switched off as I landed, as did his almost simultaneously. Two yellow suns stared down to me before he spoke, giving me a solid nod of what seemed like respect. I responded in kind with my own singular nod, although far more sluggish than his.
‘We should do this again sometime’, a response I did not expect but relished. I agreed with his sentiment wholeheartedly, offering a short response:
‘That we should’.”
*Hirak brings a hand to where the blade had struck him earlier in thought, touching along the kolto weave bandages that adorned his chest.*
“And indeed we shall again in the future, I have much to think about. Even as he walked off into the distance I craved for the opportunity for our blades to clash once more. I shall become the strongest… no one will stop me. I will continue to learn as I always have… through practice.
End transmission.”
*Hirak takes a hand off his chest and waves it towards the holorecorder causing the blue light to diminish and return into the casing ending the holorecording almost immediately.*
Entry 35: Lord Moric Dar
*Slowly Hirak hobbled into the scene; he was topless with a large kolto weave bandage across his chest and one along his left arm. He’d smirk widely at every step and although the blue hue of the holodevice discoloured his eyes, it was clear they burned with an unbridled passion. In fact, the Rattataki’s bare face contorted into a depiction of savage bliss. He took a moment to sit down upon a seat which he grabbed manually and pulled closer to the holorecorder.*
“What a rush! What glorious combat. Truly, Moric wields power. Power that I too have come to crave and love. His strikes struck home with horrific magnitude, magnifying his natural strength with the presence of force augmented ones.
A few weeks prior, I had issued through his master Darth Iradox a challenge to his prized pupil. As the apprentice of Darth Horuset, I seek only to grow in my own mighty power and spar with other Sith who carry themselves with true strength. This Lord, this Moric accepted with but a singular message:
‘I accept your challenge. We shall meet on Korriban.’
So we met upon the dusty outcrop of Korriban’s plains far away from the academy. Clad in my dark red and black robes I walked up the gangway of the metallic platform the other Sith Lord had perched himself upon. A few long strides and we were there facing one another. My red fiery eyes stared towards the two yellow suns that sat baleful in the dark skin of his face. I noticed he was tattoo’d visually on his face, much like my own tribe’s tattoos. Moric had clad himself in fairly nondescript garments. I understand that the human had no taste in finery much like I had seen some Pureblooded Lord’s crave. I came to know almost instantly that we both took part in the appreciation of not wasting time. So, I dropped my robe, allowing the shoulder-body weights to collapse from my form with a crunch against the metal plates that held the platform together beneath my feet.
‘Lord Dar.’ I stated. The red and black markings of my mask were illuminated by the sun as I locked eyes with the larger male, dust battering it as I continued by gaze unwavering.
‘Lord Sanguinis.’ he offered in return, as cold and uncaring as any other. As my sense reached out around the two of us, I noticed at this point that he had dampened his presence considerably, or rather that it had always been this way but only now finding myself away from the others I could distinguish how lacking it was. A most curious decision.
I offered him a quick remark before we began by stating my desire not to waste our time and that we should begin. So, my right hand shot forward as the force gripped my shortened double-blade hilt into my hand. As I took my grasp around the centre, I ignited one end and sank into an Ataru stance, raising my combat barrier and locking my senses into place as preparation for the onslaught I thought was to come. I expected power, and I was ready to brace for it. As I bent the force to my will, I reached out to crush Moric’s willpower through the use of ‘Crush Opposition’, a force aura power I had been focusing on for months. I had grown very proficient, almost expertly so, at utilising it in battle to barrage my foes by draining them of their will to even fight me. It was a process that was slow, and gained momentum as I latched onto their physical tiredness. However, the dark-skinned human stroke towards me with speed as he stepped in towards my form. The crossguard lightsaber he wielded burst into action at the last might, slashing in a singular arc towards my chest. I spun aside as our blade clashed. Weaving and dodging, we exchanged blows. His were heavy, like lava whilst mine focused on the strength that followed intense speed. As if a waterfall or a volcano had erupted in a small valley of the Sith homeworld, our clashing sabers distorted sound throughout the lone dust red foothills as we matched one another. One block came from a strike of my own, attempting to expose his right shoulder. The smaller vents on each side of the main blade ignited, which he used to pause my assault. Moric’s main blade was long like the hilt, crimson red, but on each side were two extra vents produced a similar red colouration which jolted outwards moments later after the initial blade had ignited.
After what felt like mere seconds, the senior Lord swung at me with force, a swipe slashed towards my chest once more as if to cleave myself open. My own inertia saved me as I thrust myself backwards off the structure. Disigniting the one singular blade swiftly, my arms thrust out towards the larger metal structure that lay before me. The force within me surged as my anger and hatred fueled it, snapping simultaneously two of the structure’s plinths that kept it upright. Moric had approached the edge as the rear two stands collapsed immediately, flinging him backwards towards the sand below. It kicked up a storm that almost blocked our vision but not our senses. Snarling within the mask, the love of battle riling up my spirits, I once more turned one end of the lightsaber on as it sprung into crimson birth. I funneled the force into my legs, launching myself upwards into the air over the structure and down towards where the dark male had landed. Moric attempted to strike my down from the air; an attempt I had been accustomed to from my many battles. Inertia turned me and I swung past him. Moric’s lightaber swung past me as I turned back towards him. I struck back as he feet twisted my form, carrying my weapon from left to right towards his back. Moric’s speed surprised me as he retaliated once more, slamming his own plasma weapon into a parry behind him, utilising the movement of his previous action to carry himself well.
A few more blows were exchanged until Moric attempted a falling avalanche. Now, often Trakaton and myself will teach those who wield the form never to open with it. Moric demonstrated the perfect execution of the form. His posture was strong, his grip was powerful and he had just forced me backwards in ataru. However, I have spent most of my battle career as a Sith fighting Djem So focused warriors and understand the use of a falling avalanche and how to effectively counter it. I utilised Tràkata, turning my weapon off to allow his to swing past my form as I used speed and footwork to dash to his right igniting the other side of my weapon to turn my grip into reverse Ataru. My blade attempted to cut across him but Moric had already switched off his own weapon before attempting a forward roll away from the blade. Turning to look back to me at a stronger position than he, his face contorted into a savage death stare.
It was at this point that Moric began to show his power with the force, dropping the charade with his dampened presence and unleashing the fury that came from within. The rage burst forth from him entirely in retaliation caused me to rethink my strategy. I decided to attempt a different approach. Leaping backwards away from the positions we had created after the structure’s collapse in order to create space, I spun around by body swiftly, whipping up a storm of sand around me using the force to aid in the creation before immediately dampening my presence to become invisible in a cloud of dust particles. My mask allowed me to continue my visual of him, despite the thick smog-like cloud surrounding me. I switched off my lightsaber blade and crouched to the floor. No further movement from him. So, I placed my hand down into the ground and thrust lightning through the particles that lay within. The blue lightning burst out from the ground, zig zagging towards the larger male. Instead, as if he knew what my plan was all along, he hefted the hilt of the blade up and redirected the lighting away as it came up towards his form. Then with one movement, he turned the blade like a javelin or a spear and launched it as if it were a missile with controlled targeting with the aid of his telekinesis. I did not expect the attempt. Like a terrifying red bullet it swung inside the storm cloud of sand, slashing past my left arm. I snarled, instantly pushing myself away from my sandy defence as it cut across my flesh. I launched myself out from the coverage of this red stained sand cloud into the air before coming down from above to strike the top of Moric’s guard again with furious vigour in the style of a Falling Leaf. I could.. feel his glee at having hit me. It hung like a damn sickness in the air...
Again, our weapons shuddered together at the clash. A few more strikes were exchanged before the mountain of a human struck back forcing me backwards as I weaved in between and away from his heavier strikes. My own retaliations forced him into defensive parries, only to strike back with even more pressure than the last. He pinned me as fatigue wore in, both our brows laden in sweat as the intensity and emotion had built up within us. Like the potent sting of chemical warfare, the duality of our rage spread through the small valley to encompass all we had envisioned in our spar. His blade rose, the twin bent cross guard came down towards my centre as I was forced to bend down onto one knee to sustain my footing. The barrage of strikes were like meteors falling down upon the hardened tectonics of a planet. But I was not without my machinations. My blade sat neatly above my head as the second blade shot from the emitter, cutting into the side of Moric’s abdomen during one of the parries. A cut across his side at shiim length formed, offering an orange hue in the wake of the move. With a simple execution, Moric retaliated by turning his blade to disarm my weapon from my hand as tiredness finally overcame me before performing a downwards strike across my chest again in shiim format. He was not wounded like I, but mere moments later I crumpled backwards in defeat as my entire body slammed into the floor. Staring up towards the sky I groaned as the pain sustained me. My weapon switched off as I landed, as did his almost simultaneously. Two yellow suns stared down to me before he spoke, giving me a solid nod of what seemed like respect. I responded in kind with my own singular nod, although far more sluggish than his.
‘We should do this again sometime’, a response I did not expect but relished. I agreed with his sentiment wholeheartedly, offering a short response:
‘That we should’.”
*Hirak brings a hand to where the blade had struck him earlier in thought, touching along the kolto weave bandages that adorned his chest.*
“And indeed we shall again in the future, I have much to think about. Even as he walked off into the distance I craved for the opportunity for our blades to clash once more. I shall become the strongest… no one will stop me. I will continue to learn as I always have… through practice.
End transmission.”
*Hirak takes a hand off his chest and waves it towards the holorecorder causing the blue light to diminish and return into the casing ending the holorecording almost immediately.*
