Adept Tasha'Vel Versea vs. Adept Locke Sonjie

Adept Tasha'Vel Versea

Elder 1, Elder tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Female Twi'lek, Sith, Marauder
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Adept Locke Sonjie

Elder 1, Elder tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Male Human, Force Disciple, Arcanist, Krath
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Hall Duelist Hall
Messages 2 out of 4
Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants Adept Tasha'Vel Versea, Adept Locke Sonjie
Force Setting Standard
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Venue Sepros: Temple of Sorrows
Last Post 9 March, 2023 4:07 AM UTC
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Located on Sepros, the ancient Temples of Orian have served as the home for Clan Naga Sadow since the Exodus. In particular, the Temple of Sorrow was selected to become the base of operations for all of Clan Naga Sadow. The Temple has been rebuilt upon a once withered base, creating a hybrid of ancient stone and current era technology.

Within the shroud of Sepros' jungles, the spire of the Temple stands tall and menacing. It is constructed at the heart of a large clearing within the trees, with an impressive courtyard flanking it. The courtyard itself is a testament to the ancient origins of the Temple, littered with remains of the previous temple. Vines grow like slithering snakes throughout the crumbling architecture as if trying to strangle what stone remains and drag it into the dirt once more. Moss coats the stones in defiance to the elements that have stripped the stone bare throughout the courtyard. A grand staircase leads from the grassy ground to the main entrance, with secondary platforms on either side that house landing platforms. Several transport shuttles are settled upon the platforms in varying states of readiness as droids see to their maintenance.

Inside the Temple lies the main hall. The walls are shaped from a marble-like structure with elegant, flowing curves as if molded in clay. Columns line the walls leading away from the entrance towards the central chambers, supporting a balcony that stretches along the walls of the hall as a second level. Multiple corridors are seen between the columns, leading towards the Temple proper. Within these pathways reside the quarters many call home, in addition to various training rooms and small libraries.

This is the Temple of Sorrow, the heart of Clan Naga Sadow.

The pulsing dark side of the Force buzzed about the Temple of Sorrow. Tasha’Vel could feel its black tendrils beckoning for her to enter the halls. Heavy, thick vines were threaded across the courtyard with some stretching over the ancient stones. As she pushed herself closer to the open doors of the temple, she felt the slimy, wet, green moss squelch under her feet as a faint musty smell filled the air. She couldn’t help but smile as this place always made her feel calmer for some strange reason even she couldn’t explain. Slowly, she climbed up the small stone stairway towards the entrance. The dark buzzing grew louder the closer she walked until she reached the top of the stairway. The sound now turned into a soft faint hum in her ears as she sat down at the top of the stairs, while closing her eyes and breathing softly. Her lekku cascaded behind her as she meditated, listening to the sounds all around her: from the varying chirps of the droids struggling to maintain repairs on the shuttles, to the soft bursts of wind blowing leaves and tiny green branches around the courtyard.

“I feel strangely at home.”

“I don't know about feeling at home. It seems to be more menacing and drafty if you ask me.”

Opening her eyes, the Marauder glanced up the familiar face of Locke Sonjie coming into view. The murky green eyed man seemed amused by her presence as he stood several feet away from her.

“Don’t be so negative, it is perfectly wonderful.” She teased ",So I take it you got my message.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, you sure you don’t have anyone else that could indulge your lust of combat?”

She grinned and laughed. “You were the one that actually answered and yes, I want to test out some of my force abilities on a stronger opponent.”

“Well damn. Fine, let’s do this.” Raising his hands out, crackling blue streaks of lightning leaped out from the Arcanist’s fingertips and chained out towards the sitting Proconsul. The lightning however zipped around her and dissipated to the ground.

“Smart.”

She smiled and rose up, throwing her ascendant dagger at the human. She watched as it bounced off of him and clattered to the ground.

“Likewise.”

She then slammed both of her hands down to the ground and suddenly sent a shock wave of force. As it collided into the barrier, Locke felt himself stagger slightly but still remain upright, however the sudden telekinetic force had deactivated the barrier as he dropped focus.

“Touché,” grinned the Adept, "I have a feeling this is going to be a little more fun than I originally thought.”

Moving himself to the right, he sent out another chained force of lightning towards the Twi’lek, this time however it struck her, causing the Marauder to yell out in pain.

“Oww! I forgot how much sith lightning hurts!” She replied through gritted teeth as she quickly performed several back flips in succession and rolled to the left of him to remove herself from the beautiful cascades of stinging blue light.

"It's only Sith lightning if a Sith uses it," Locke smirked.

"Perhaps if you would use your lightsaber, you could have deflected it," Locke spoke in a flat voice. He held his lightsaber up across his body and ignited both ends, twisting it so that the two halves separated into single lightsabers. He hurled one of them in Tasha's direction. As it spun toward her she ignited her own lightsaber and batted it to the side, sending the weapon flying to leave a long slash against one marble wall.

Tasha held one hand and flicked it at Locke. He sensed his own lightsaber shooting back toward him across the space between them and he had just enough time to juke out of its way before Tasha herself was there, having closed the distance in an instant. Their blades crashed together, cackling loudly off the Temple's walls.

Locke grinned. "That's more like it," he said, pushing his free hand's palm toward Tasha. She disengaged and jumped back before his telekinetic punch should attack. Locke took the moment to summon back his second lightsaber, igniting both in a horizontal guard across his chest.

"What form is that?" Tasha asked incredulously. She attacked again, this time with a strong overhand strike, he assumed to break his defense in one swing. He backed away and to one side, pushing her blade away from himself and leaving his body sideways and outstretched for a moment before he spun and caught her lightsaber with both of his at the apex of a crossguard.

"Don't tell me you've let your skills lax," she said.

Locke's response was a Force surge to push against her lightsaber with both of his, knocking hers back, holding his arms outstretched above his head before bringing his blades back down in an X shape in the blink of an eye. Tasha jumped away in the nick of time so his strike merely singed the front of her armor.

"What was that? She asked, voice suddenly much more cold than before. "Were you trying to kill me?"

There's the Dark Side, Locke thought. "Not at all," he said flatly. "Just testing you." In truth, he wanted to know how much Tasha's skills had improved since the Mortis invasion the previous year. Not only was she now second in command of the clan, but Locke also wasn't sure if she was an enemy of the Knights, or merely a bystander in their shadow war against the more chaotic elements of the clan.

As he pondered, Tasha shifted her lightsaber to her off hand and lifted one, empty hand, levitating an obsidian blade that was dark as night over her back. It crackled with what looked like Force Lightning. She let it settle into her hand, never taking her eyes off Locke.

"That blade," Locke paused. "The Dark Sword of H'kysch."

"That's right," Tasha added. "Let's see what you've really got, Blademaster," she added with emphasis, pointing both the sword and lightsaber at him.

"Sure," he replied, mentally deciding how he wanted to handle this. The Dark Sword was a deadly weapon, one he really didn't want to get nicked with, but lightsabers were usually deadly as well. They stood several feet apart as Locke thought through his options and waited for Tasha to strike.