Privateer Jon Silvon vs. Savant Sa Ool

Privateer Jon Silvon

Equite 1, Equite tier, Clan Odan-Urr
Male Human, Mercenary, Director, Mandalorian
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Savant Sa Ool

Equite 2, Equite tier, Clan Odan-Urr
Male Kel Dor, Force Disciple, Seeker, Sentinel
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Hall Cooperative Hall - Ranked
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Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
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Combatants Privateer Jon Silvon, Savant Sa Ool
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Venue Dathomir: Desolate Swamps
Last Post 24 April, 2020 5:44 PM UTC
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Dathomir Desolate Swamp

Once, it was the home to the witches of Dathomir, otherwise known as the Nightsisters. Tucked away in from the rest of the galaxy in an isolated cluster, the Nightsisters were able to draw energy from the planet itself, and pursued a type of ritualistic magic. They ruled over the population of Zabrak—Nightbrothers—and used them as a warrior caste to serve their purposes.

Then, the Clone Wars. The Nightsisters were pulled into the conflict due to the machinations of Mother Talzin and her rival Darth Sidious. This ultimately led to the eradication of the Dathomirians and their settlements. The desolation was claimed by the Confederacy of Independent Systems after the last Nightsister fell.

Now, the planet known as Dathomir is a haunted skeleton of its former greatness. A perpetual crimson glow coats the planet. The bleak world has become an amalgamation of ruined forest, decrepit swamp lands, and withered mountains worn to the sands of time.

In the desolate swamps, faint echoes haunt the graves of the long-dead witches, infusing the green fog that spreads above the damp ground. Dreadful whispers rumoured to be lingering incantations defend the world from intruders. Tall tales and rumors of zombies and ritual sacrifice alluding to grisly flashes of imagery.

The trees, large and misshapen, promise misery to those who touch their tortured bark and open themselves to the memories of the place. Eerie as the voices over the wind, the water beneath the fog appears red and bubbling, as if the land itself were pockmarked in cauldrons of blood to keep the incantations alive.

Creatures unaffected by the purge of the Nightsisters still remain. Snakes, reptiles and insects of varying lethality wander the wasteland. Reports have even said that rancor still roam freely.

This is Dathomir.

“This place,” Jon declared, “Is spooky. Why did you want to come here again?”

“Because ‘spooky’ though it may be, Captain Silvon,” Sa replied, “It’s nonetheless a treasure trove of Force artifacts.” With that, the Jedi archaeologist turned back to the collection of relics he’d been analyzing.

Jon shrugged. He didn’t think he’d ever understand the Jedi. Personally, he didn’t think that any pieces of broken pottery were worth hanging out in a place like this. The network of caves they’d ventured into was only slightly lit by the red glowing skies outside. Somehow, even the electronic lights they’d brought seemed to ever truly pierce the omnipresent shadows.

Jon’s fingers twitched towards his holsters, but he bit down on the reflex to draw them. There wasn’t anything to shoot at. Yet.

“Will you please try to stop pacing?” Sa sighed. “It’s distracting me.”

Jon didn’t even realize he’d been pacing. “Sorry, but this place really sets me on edge. Are you almost done yet?”

“No,” Sa replied. “And I don’t expect to be any time soon. If you’re in such a hurry,” the Jedi tossed him a holorecorder. “Then make yourself useful and document a few of these relics for me.”

Jon frowned. “I was sent here to be your pilot, not your assistant.”

“It’ll get us out of here faster.”

“...Fine.” Jon turned and began looking for something suitable ancient and creepy looking.

“Jon!” Sa called after his retreating form. “One last thing! Don’t touch any of these relics. We don’t know what any of them might do!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it,” Jon replied lazily. Sooner he got done with this, sooner he’d get paid.