Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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Battle of the Dark LordOOC: It has been sometime since I have used this forum and I thought it be best to make sure the Supreme Prophet does not remain rusty. This duel is open to anyone. Students can come duel me to learn, masters and those ranks close to may come to test their skill, and Dark Lords or Ladies may come to see how a Dark Sider really fights.
All information, limitations, etc. will be decided once I have another duelist.
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Supreme Commander Alor
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I guess I can use a duel. I'll duel you, Lord Praxeum.
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Sovereign Defender Tarna
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(( I doubt one is needed for you two, but I'll serve as GM should the situation arise. ))
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Supreme Commander Alor
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[[You know how much I like to GodMod and break the rules Tarna...  ]]
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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But I have a suggestion to spice things up a bit.
Duelist: Dark Lord Praxeum and Darth Marix
Starting Location: Dueling Arena, Kuat City, Kuat. (At least this is where it will start)
Year: 79 ABY
Status: Non-canon. (Simply because I have not finished Praxeum's timeline and history. And it adds more room for things to heat up)
GM: Unneeded. Because this duel is non-canon.
Lightsaber form(s): Any.
Weaponry Requirement(s): Anything is allowed. Bring what every you like.
Special Modification(s): There is a device called a Force Represser inside the arena, it weakens Force Powers into non-lethal status. But the control panel is very open, can be easily turned off or broken in an intense duel.
Do you accept?
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Supreme Commander Alor
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I accept.
I'll let you start, so you may set up the arena and underlying areas to your wants and in the details you wish.
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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Anger seething over, rage building inside of him, Praxeum was a tempest of emotions. The latest fiasco was a Prophet of the Dark Side being killed in a horrible terrorist plot, one that held something very valuable to the Church. No one around him could begin to even see the storm raging instead them. His command over the Force let no traces of emotions slip and his life had taught him to never let one see what you were thinking. He watched as his driver took him from the latest High Council meeting back to the Church of the Dark Side: Capital Chapter, and a light caught his eye. He turned to see the Kuat sun reflecting harshly off a training facility. "Driver, turn." Praxeum said, now on his way to hopefully release some anger.
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Supreme Commander Alor
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Grand Admiral Marix, the most powerful man in the Imperial Military, had just returned from an active duty tour of combat. While it may seem odd for a Sith, he was at peace, well maybe calmed was better suited. No paperwork and/or mentally unfit politicians for an entire month. That was relaxing and he had needed the rest. As the driving force behind this Empire's Military, he expended vast amounts of energy and ideas into it, and pondered if he had ever gotten anything back.
He now sat, looking out of the window, in his repulsor-craft viewing the Capital buildings that held the bureaucratic slime that made such a mess of everything. He needed another break, and had only been back for an hour. Already, his tension and his anger at the men who made running an efficient Military so difficult were back. As he gazed out, he saw a familiar repulsor-craft heading to a training facility.
Not decorated to show any rank, it was a very inconspicuous craft, but Marix's military eye pulled out the information that he needed. Its engine had been refit to give more power and speed. Heavily armored to protect its inhabitant, it could only be the craft of a High Ranking Sith. One that might be as angered and needing for release as he was.
"Captain. On the right, you will see a XCF-1200 Repulsor craft, heading for a training center. Please plot an intercept and arrive at the same time."
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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After a moment passed, Praxeum felt a ripple in the Force. Most Sith would have ignored such a small disturbance. But Praxeum's years of dwelling deep within the Dark Side allowed him to decipher what the Force was saying. He was being followed. Nothing hostile, but rather a friend with games on his mind. He searched the Force and felt the familiar presence of Grand Admiral Marix in the speeder. Though forced into much work together because of their status in the Empire, Praxeum knew Marix very little on a personal level. He thought this would be a time to make things more interesting.
"Driver. Speed up. Let him know there is no sneaking up on a Dark Lord.”
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Supreme Commander Alor
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Marix felt Praxeum's probing touch; light and feathery in the Force, like a surgeon with his tools, delicate but direct and purposeful. As the repulsor-craft picked up speed, Marix directed his driver to switch spots. It had been a while since Marix had flown a fighter in real combat, but he still showed up at the simulators to keep his skills. Grabbing the “stick” he maneuvered the craft in and out of the traffic, slowly gaining on Praxeum’s craft.
He knew little of Praxeum, but knew him. They were acquainted and worked well together when the mission/objective required it. But as both were dedicated to the task, they had little time to spend getting to know each other.
His practice and workouts paid off, he began to slowly gain and edge on the Supreme Prophet’s craft, nearing then arriving next to it. As he passed it, he saw the driver’s bewildered face as he recognized the Grand Admiral.
Waving, Marix passed them, rolling his craft as if it had wings to wave, and pulled in front of Praxeum's craft. Still heading for the training compound.
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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Praxeum allowed himself a small grin and relaxed in his seat. Rather than get taken up in thea raising heat of the chase, he began to pour himself a drink. "Driver, do you see that thick lane of traffic four lanes up?" He casually said.
"Er, yes, sir." The driver replied.
"Drive into it. See what the Commander does." The Dark Lord of the Sith ordered.
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Supreme Commander Alor
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Markaro allowed the Supreme Prophet's craft to ease on ahead. He knew the danger of colliding with another craft at such high speeds. Looking around, he reminded himself to get a speeder built with fighter capabilities, heavier shielding, weapons, better controls and engines.
Weaving in and out of traffic, Marix slowly regained the ground lost by Praxeum's move. Slowly, he crept up behind the Prophet, and before, was nudging his speeder's nose past Praxeum's rear directional fin.
He slowly gained ground, or air rather, as the Captain hung onto his seat and crash netting for dear life. This was where Marix had started his career in the Navy, as a pilot for his home-planet of Kiffar. Many memories came back to him, but he pushed them aside as he concentrated on Praxeum's head, inside his own speeder.
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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Praxeum slowly stood up in his large speeder, brushed off his robes and walked to the driver, using the Force to make it seem like they weren't in some intense speeder chase. "Excuse me," Praxeum said, Force pulling the driver away from the control stick - sending the speeder suddenly towards the ground. But the Supreme Prophet continued his slowly, graceful, and fluid movements into the driver's seat.
Once in the seat, he watched in front of him as the ground continued to become larger and larger as he approached it. He waited for a long moment, the pulled up as sharply as the speeder could and shot off into the heaviest part of traffic he could find. He swerved in and out of the lanes, using the Force to keep tabs on Marix at the same time.
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Supreme Commander Alor
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Markaro sensed the change in control as Praxeum’s speeder plunged to the ground. The Supreme Prophet’s Force “Scent” was exquisite, unique, and quite noticeable, compared to their current surroundings. Marix let go of his tension, closed his eyes, and let the Force run through him, much to the dismay and fear of the Captain sitting next to him.
His motions fluid, calm, collected, he made his move. Instead of diving after the Prophet, he continued on course, ending up right above Praxeum’s speeder when he came up from the dive. He followed the erratic, weaving speeder, always above it, using his own repulsor’s to create more drag and force upon Praxeum’s own speeder.
Closer and closer he came to the roof of Praxeum’s vehicle, until one could barely tell the difference between the two by virtue of spacing alone. Bumping down slightly, he nudged Praxeum’s speeder-craft lower slightly, jolting its occupants.
Opening a channel on the comm-unit, one he knew to be in use by the Church; specifically the Supreme Prophet, and said in a calm voice:
“Lord Praxeum. Your driving skills are impeccable as always, but I do not believe those are the skills we wish to test against each other, as I do hold an edge over you in the piloting aspect. Now what do you say to beginning something that holds a little more value with Sith traditions and training?”
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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Praxeum let a small grin, something he was known for - being the charismatic leader he was known as, form on his face. Without moving an inch, he pressed a small button by the power of the Force and allowed the small opening on the top of the speeder to open, making it quite hard to hear in the speeder - though that wouldn't be a problem much longer. He turned towards his personal pilot and said "Goodbye."
Then he toward to the microphone and said to Marix, "You mean something like this?" Then he jumped through the top of his speeder, propelled through the Force, and flew through the air. And he slowly began to descend, slowing himself through the Force and he timed himself perfectly. Then, he suddenly let his feet touch down on a V-wing airspeeder passing by and kept himself on it with the Force. He knew he had kept the driver of the ship from seeing him, and Marix would have to hurry to catch up.
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Supreme Commander Alor
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Marix let a smirk be born on his own face. Nodding at the Captain seated next to him, he turned the controls over and stood up. Opening the cockpit door, he let the high altitude and higher velocity winds catch him and propel him out.
Flying through the air, he used the Force to direct his approach and dodge the speeding craft that would smash him instantly if hit. His long black cape/jacket fluttering in the air behind him, he made his way to a vehicle near Praxeum, looking like a wraith as he hovered. Reaching out more to the Force, Markaro slowed then stopped his movement as his feet touched down on a speeder not that dissimilar to the current "fashion" on Kuat. Keeping his balance, he scanned around, using both his eyes and the Force to find Praxeum, once he had obtained the Dark Lord's position, he began speeder-hopping across towards him.
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