The Corellian Sith felt a grimace twist his features as he removed his flesh and blood hand from his lightsaber and splayed three of the fingers towards the chest of his fellow Sadowan. A spark of white-hot energy forked from the Proconsul’s fingers. The bolt struck Varuk squarely in the chest, eliciting a guttural grunt of pain.
Bentre could only imagine that the armor afforded some measure of protection from the energy blast. It didn’t matter though. As his opponent took an involuntary step backward, Stahoes pressed forward and brought his lightsaber into an overhead swing. As the weapon came to chest level, the Shadow returned his right hand to the hilt so he could bring greater strength to his swing.
He is weak. The voices whispered and hissed, crawling in the back of his mind. He is mere sentient trash, not worthy of breathing the same atmosphere as you. Step on him. Crush him. Rend his flesh below your heel!
The armored Umbaran turned his own weapon to meet the blow. There was a coldness to the man’s actions that Bentre could not quite place. Instead of pulling back or retreating, Kru forced his lightsaber forward. Despite the fact that the accusation of heresy had lacked the zeal or detectable emotion Bentre typically encountered, the Umbaran did not lack for strength. It was disconcerting to watch the cool precision that the Savant operated with. Stahoes grunted with the effort of holding his position, even as he felt himself being slowly forced backward. By comparison, there was far less stress or emotion in the modulated voice of his opponent as the two men struggled.
“Do you really believe you can stop me?” The Corellian tried to let out a laugh, despite the effort he continued to expend. “I am the real deal. You are just-”
He felt the muscles in his arms buckle slightly beneath the stress of the ordeal. As the violet blade descended, the Shadow twisted his body, dropping his right hand to his side to rest on his second weapon as he reflexively brought his cybernetic arm upward to guard his head. As his opponent’s lightsaber rent through the metal of Bentre’s arm, the man twisted his body and stepped sideways in an attempt to evade the follow through of the swing. The lightsaber blade passed the air beside the Corellian, but Varuk was not going to give him time to recover. Instead, the Savant pushed forward, drawing back in preparation for his next strike. With a machine-like determination, Kru charged forward.
This was the moment that Bentre needed. Extending his right arm out, the Shadow turned the lightsaber hilt and hit the activation switch. The ice-blue lightsaber beam extended, piercing through the chest of the Sith-armored Sadowan, roughly approximate to where the Corellian believed the Umbaran’s life-support system might reside. His memory was a little shaky on the exact details. Though the blow connected, Varuk’s own strike continued through. In fact, his own attack cleaved into the shoulder Proconsul’s Dark Armor, driving the human to his knees. Kru’s metallic form hit the earth of Antei with a dull thud.
The Corellian stood on his knees for several moments, attempting to push past the pain. He had come so far. The trip to Antei had been a trip unto itself. The secrets inside remained, just for the taking. Chuckling to himself, Bentre shook his head. All he needed was a bit of time inside. He would find the secrets he needed to make the next steps of power. He would be able to enhance his studies into Sith Alchemy, and even perhaps learn to enhance his own body with less of the more dangerous side effects of the art. He could help to ensure that Clan Naga Sadow would survive far into the future.
That thought brought him to a pause. With the immediate danger of combat having passed, the voices which drove him forward in combat had calmed down considerably. They were not silent, but they did not crawl as incessantly in his mind. Looking over to the fallen form of his fellow Sadowan, Bentre heaved a sigh. The ruins of Antei would remain in this place. If he were not cared for, Varuk might pass in a short time. The wisdom of the Dark Hall that remained was unlikely to be plundered easily. The life of the Umbaran could pass in the time he spent in study. The answer seemed clear to the human Sith.
“I guess it is time that we get you back to Sepros.” Bentre chuckled in spite of himself. While he had to admit to himself the reasoning was sound, he was not thrilled about having to leave the Dark Hall unexplored for now. “I really do not want to have to explain to Sanguinius why we are short a Sadowan. I guess we better get you back to the Iron Wolf so we can get you either comfortable or stabilized enough to make sure you make it back home.”
The Consul was not going to be thrilled to hear about this.
Positive Takeaways
Despite it being a relatively short opening post, this was really well done. Great introduction, adherence to the venue, and a decent amount of combat. Short but sweet, which is nice to see and easy to follow.
Can Be Improved
I know why Bentre is there, but why is Varuk? What does he have against Bentre that started the conflict?