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Grudge Match - ELT Kyral "GreaseMonkey" Retsam
“Stupid pain in the neck Dark Jedi wannabe” Kyral thought to himself as he pressed his back to the wall of the hallway he was in and looked around the corner, only to quickly withdraw as a blaster bolt bit into the wall and sent chunks of plaster flying. The Dragon hunter was hunting a former member of the Emperor's Hammer, and member of the Rogue Dark Jedi Brotherhood, Mach Blader. While the GreaseMonkey didn't have anything against his pray, he had heard plenty of stories from his cousin in the TIE Corps and from others which had led him to develop a hatred for the nimble Acolyte. Thus, when the contract on his head had been offered up, Kyral jumped at it. He had been wanting a challenge anyway. He had intercepted his pray near a small abandoned platform just outside Emperor's Hammer space. Seeing as he was in his Blazer, a ship built for recon, he didn't have much in the way of weaponry, so the best he could do was force his opponent down to the platform and pick the hunt up in the station. For the most part the place was dark and musty. The artificial gravity had failed in most places, but life support was still active. Grabbing his Sun Guard Gauntlets, High Guard Force Lance, and WESTARs, Kyral had given chase into the station and now was engaged in a running lightfight with the wannabe Jedi.
“Damnit Kyral, you sure were an idiot this time” Kyral scolded himself. Mad at himself for letting his ego get the best of himself and thus underestimating his target, the Elite had stopped for a brief moment to collect himself. Now at least knowing that Blader was slightly ahead of him, the GreaseMonkey pulled out his Force Lance, extended it, and glided around the corner the pushed off the walls to further gain speed. As he neared an open doorway, he noticed the soft bluish light of a terminal gently flowing out of it. Smirking, Kyral slowed himself down until he was right next to the door. Quickly he spun around the corner and unleashed a spread of MicroMissiles from his left Gauntlet. As the smoke slowly dissipated, the Bounty Hunter looked quickly back and forth around the somewhat large room.
“I know you are still here punk” Kyral said with a predatory smile on his face.
“You think a piece of scum like you can defeat a Jedi? Yah right”
“Pssh, you have no clue what you are dealing with. Besides, you are no Jedi. The Force is also overrated. Now come let me kill you so I can go home and watch Holovision.”
“As you wish. I will enjoy this!”
No sooner had those words been spoken than did several blaster bolts pierced through the smoke and slammed into the floor near the Hunter. Kyral pushed off the floor and unleashed a fury of blaster bolts from the Twin Blaster mounted on his left Gauntlet towards the form of Mach which he could now easily see in the barely present smoke. Dodging the bolts, Blader pulled out a long vibroblade and pushed off towards Kyral, who grinned as he likewise extended his Force Lance and electrified it. Two two men met in the center of the room, electricity crackling where the two weapons met. Again and again the two swung their weapons, each intent on destroying the other. Finally, one gained the advantage.
“Game over Mach!” Kyral yelled as he activated the Plasma bolt on the end of the Force Lance, ducked a slash from Blader's weapon, and stabbed him in the stomach, then kicked him away. With a cackle of victorious glee, he pulled out both his WESTARs and emptied their power cells into the Dark Jedi wannabe, leaving nothing that could be recognized as a human body. His energy almost gone, and covered in cuts and wounds from the fierce melee battle, Kyral Retsam barely glided back to the landing pad and his ship, set course for the Apocalypse, and disappeared into hyperspace.
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