War From A Different Perspective.

[twofaced]

(WARNING: I do wish to use my character's profile's purpose. He is ment for fighting, unless decided otherwise. If you choose to fight the character, then I would rather you PM me and assign whether the loser will die or merely be injured by the end of the battle. Thank you.)

-Coruscant. One of the main entities in the galaxy, well-known, according to his trader. That damn trader always made a big deal about where they went and why they went there and everything about the place..As if anywhere in this galaxy was more important than the other, no matter what was within. 'Two-Faced,' as he was called among his Jedi brothers, was only interested in a few things, mainly one. He loved the thrill of the fight. He loved killing, maiming..Destroying the hopes of any fighter that came to cross his path. He also wanted to make whoever he was 'owned by' happy with his fighting, his skills and talents always put to good use..He helped with war after war, never gaining any age, but always gaining experience under his belt. Always learning what he could do better and what might have been a better solution to a problem. Whoever he fell under was who he listened to, and he damn well did it..Even if it was a spectical on how this flimsy, frail old fart caught him with how simple a plan he used..Two-Faced cared not for the tactic, but for the individual who had earned his approval of being his slave/worker/body guard. He had no complaints..-

Master..I do not wish to burden your judgments, but do you think this is the best place to find fighters..? It might..-He had to stop, the old man talking of the popularity of the planet and how one of its main features was for the battle arena..Much like the colluseums of ancient cities, Coruscant took its pleasure in making one for itself, so that the people would become entertained by the bloodshed of millions upon millions of species across the universe..A gentle sigh came from him as he stood there, glancing over the entry gate..The guards seemed like brutes and didn't take took kindly to the slaves that came to fight..Especially not the one named Two-Faced. Many bet against him..Wanting to see the indestructible force die in the name of their leader. As if they would see such a day, those unworthy swine. They allowed his master and him inside and down the hall for preparation..Readying him to earn the old-timer cash beyond his wildest dreams..-

Do you know of who I will be fighting first, sir..? Or are we drawing a wild card..? -Of course they were drawing a wild card..They always were, but as if that would ever change for either of them. That's all they could do in this give-and-take job called fighting and trading..Two-Faced gazed around at the cages to where other fighters and slaves were held, sickened by the stench of defication and voidance..And by the foul odors emitting from the beasts and men themselves..Do they eat? Do they bathe? Or..Do they rot like the man that they had passed, his body possessed by flies and maggots..It was rather hidious, but Two-Faced wasn't one to heed away from danger or sickening sights..He created it..And, now, he was ready to create more chaos for the universe to see, to behold, and to help fill the empty bellies of humanity..-

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The shadowy figure made his way through the bustling streets of Coruscant, his face and body concealed beneath a thick black cloak, underneath which were the Sith robes that so made him stand out amongst the public. With the cloak on, nobody suspected him. The Sith were very much a threat, but not enough of one to consider having such a man on Coruscant. However, it was vice versa to he, for he had known the Sith had taken control of the Old Republic from Coruscant. And now, he intended to do a similar thing... not take the Old Republic, but take the mind of one who resided in the New Republic. There was talk of a man of sorts, a Cathar, who was said to be one of the greatest arena duelists in the whole Republic. It was for this man that the Sith had come, for such talents were not to go unheard of amongst such a man who sought a student to carry out his wishes.
As the man made his way to the holding area, he was stopped by two guards. "What do you want here?" the first one said. The Sith looked from one to the other, and allowed his voice to come out smooth, almost cold, manipulative... "You will let me in. I am only here to place my bets." 'We will let you in... you are only here to place your bets. Move along.'
The Sith chuckled, and made his way through the thick blast door into the holding chambers. Immediately, his hopeful look turned to that of disgust. The smell, the look of some of these beasts... how could any one of them possibly be that prospective Cathar he had been seeking? Ahh, but there he was, walking along with a frail man, a man too pathetic to own such a beautiful creature as the Cathar. He stepped in front of the pairs path, eyes flowing up and down the Cathar's body.
"I see you have a very unique catch in your possession, old man... I too have something of value, something that may interest you..."
He reached into his cloak pocket, and retrieved a datapad.
"Here are 50,000 credits... If this Cathar wins his next match, I will keep the credits, and the Cathar. If he loses, you will take the 50,000 credits and I shall be on your way."
His mind trick was at work again. All Sith, and Jedi, knew this technique. In this case, an offer along with the trick would make the old man much more willing to accept the deal, especially at the given amount that was being noted. All he had to do was wait and hope the Old Man was fooled, and accepted the offer. He would get his 50,000 credits, if the Cathar lost. If not, the Cathar was his, as were the 50,000 credits.

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-The one of Cathar was only notice through the markings on his face, the whisker-like, almost tattoo looking, markings cluttering along his jaw up towards his mouth and his nose..That was the only way to know that this human was partially Cathar. As far as he knew, these were only markings from the mother and father that he never got to know. This man that came to stand infront of him..Him and his master was one that he truely did not like. The feel of him was beyond harmful to himself and the old man..He got in the way of the old man to make sure he did not get hurt by this fiend, even as he talked in his smooth, subconcious voice..-

See here, Sith.. -He slaps the datapad far away from the Sith's hand..As if the Cathar was going to be caught by the mind tricks that all knew of, if they were of Sith or Jedi descent..It hit the wall, but did not break. For what he knew, there were ALL of those credits on that pad..The young man was not destructive of other's property, but assertive in his ways of making decisions and letting people know what's what..-

Your means of retrieving his vote on the bet is not of my liking.. -The old man was utter shocked when he seemed to come to, looking at the boy infront of him as if he were a maniac..Turning down that huge lump sum, AND that bet to win him over..The old man knew that the Cathar would not lose the next battle..The man didn't even know he was such a luxury as a Cathar warrior until the Sith brought the blood-line..The old man went to the datapad and picked it up..Almost running back to the Sith with his own waddle and kneeled, talking of how he was sorry for his warrior's behavior and his actions..Made Two-Faced want to scoff at the old man and strike him down then, but he didn't..He stood there like a good boy and looked at the Sith with deadly, absent eyes..He knew the old man was going to accept the bet, anyway..That's how the old man was. A greedy, old fart with nothing better to do than to trade slaves and earn money..-

I do believe..That the bet has been set in motion, -According to the old man. He had given the right-away to the Sith for the fight..The Sith was more than lucky the old man didn't know of what he was, for he was in a trance when he said it, but the whole planet would have known right-quick..- So..Let the battle begin.. -By that time, the old man stood from his kneel, bowing a few hundred times as they walked away, going towards the holding chamber for the battle arena..And as for best arena duelist? Try world duelist..He was merely being held by the old man for his capture.-

[malice]

The Sith Lords eyebrow only perked when the Cathar struck his datapad. Rather than attack the Cathar right then and there, he watched as the fool of a man went to retrieve the datapad, begging forgiveness for the Cathar's ways. He merely waved the man off, and turned, his head turning to look to the Cathar.
"Your master is foolish, and does not know what he is going to lose... He will lose the bet, and will gain no money... in fact, he will lose it all... They all bet against you, Cathar... where I bet for you.. Do not disappoint me..."
That was almost a threat, in a sense. The Cathar should know by now that this Sith was not just the average apprentice looking to make a new slave. His manner, his walk, the way he merely laughed when 50,000 credits were nearly destroyed... This was the living, breathing man from books and holograms and datapads that had been lost to the Galactic Civil War. None now knew of Darth Syndros, save the Sith who were in hiding, and the Jedi who dared not whisper his name for fear of him coming to find them. As the Sith walked away, he questioned a nearby guard as to where to find the spectators viewscreen. When directed to one, he thanked the guard and wrinkled his nose, making his way to an empty viewscreen and looking into it, waiting patiently for his new Cathar prospect to enter the arena and prove his worth to the Sith. If the Cathar failed, he was indeed not worth the effort. If he succeeded... then this Syndros may have just found the very one he was looking for.

[twofaced]

-No..The man was not a fool..But the most foolish being on the entire planet for not listening..Damn that Sith and his mind control, messing with the old man's head..Now the old man was going to lose him if he did not think..The old man was going to have to bite his tounge for his actions when Two-Faced was done with the bout and eat his words for those credits that he gained for his win..However, Two-Faced wasn't just a fighter, but a thinker, and he thought quite well..Thus what got him here today, all of the angles and measures that he had to calculate before taking true action to the situation..The Sith would be rather surprized by his actions today..By the time the Sith left and got to his booth, the bout was ready to begin and the two fighters were at either end of the stadium..And it was about time for the Sith to taste a little of his own irony..-

Old man..Never stick your head in the sand..The worms will eat you alive.. -What did he mean by that? Was he threatening the old man? No..It was like saying 'don't bite off more than you can chew.' Don't be foolish and think things through instead of going right to action without any so thoughts of planning..He might have screwed himself over if Two-Faced didn't have his plan up his sleeve..The large titanium gates shifted open, allowing the light to enter the holding pin where the fighters were..Two-Faced was to get out first while the other man hoped for some intimidation..Intimidation was getting closer to the one they fought than coming out to expose a pig-like creature roaming into the arena..That was a big axe, compared to his rather..Dinky Vibroknife. Eh..He made good use of anything that he could get ahold of, so this fight wasn't going to be a problem..-

Come on, little piggy.. -He motions for the man to come here with a rather colorful finger..Sort of set the man off and brought him to Two-Faced. Hoped the Sith was enjoying the show..Because the Sith was really going to be eating his foot by the time the bout ended.-

[malice]

That was what the Cathar believed, but the Sith was only smirking, his eyes gleaming while fingertips ran across the spectators viewing screen. He knew that the Cathar was focusing on his plan, on taunting the Sith, and on that large Pig, so he did what the Cathar would least expect, and probably had not counted on...
He would attempt to work the Cathar's mind, using the openings that the Cathar had left in his mind to bury his word deep inside, filling the Cathar not with images of the Siths eyes when the Cathar lost, but with the sudden battle ahead, the vibroknife burying itself in the pig-like creatures throat, the blood gushing out onto his body. He tried to get the Cathar to imagine the exhilaration of adrenaline pumping through his body as he tore at the Gammoreans body, lashing out and digging the impossibly sharp vibroknife into the pigs body, soiling himself in the blood of the beast while it squealed in torment, unable to keep up. In the Cathars mind, he gave the image of victory, and the desire to suddenly win, as was urged with the sudden fear that he might not even make it out of that battle. The guards in there were strong, the protection against death, but such a huge weapon was not meant for the arena, and even the protection there, he led the Cathar to believe, would not save him if he purposely lost the match...

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-Silly Sith..Assuming that he would purposely 'lose' the match. He wasn't going to lose a thing..And that Vibroknife wasn't going to be used at all, either, inspite of what the Sith was trying to put into his head. Two-Faced knew damn well what a pig and a human had in common and he was going to use that..He kept his eyes on the pig's face, seeing his boar-like tusks and the axe coming closer and closer to his position..The Sith was going to love what he will be seeing here in a few moments, when the pig came close enough to the graceful young Cathar..He stood there without fear, the Sith never taking in the fact that Two-Faced feared no one..Not even the Sith that threatened to take him from someone using cheap tricks and horrid mind-games..Two-Faced didn't much care for the Sith and was going to make him pay..There was going to be no winning or losing in this battle...-

It's time.. -The axe came up, and almost as quickly came back down towards the Cathar, but he wasn't there anymore..One roll to the right, then a roll to the left, his back facing the pig..His left elbow roared behind him into the confused pig's ribs, pushing through the armor and denting it in, crushing the ribs..It also made it harder for the pig to breath, if he could breath with what Two-Faced had done, next..He spun on his heel as the pig tried lifting the axe once more to pull against him and strangle the Cathar, grabbing at one of those tusks..Yanking on it and pulling in the direction of his counter-clockwise spin, flinging it into the ground..That was about the time the crowd was roaring in anger, glee, and antisipation for what was to happen next..-

Thanks for the prize..You might get it back with the rematch.. -He stepped on the pig's face and yanked up while pushing down with his foot, yanking the tusk right from his mouth..The boar-like creature roared with, leaving the axe as it was to hold it's face and mouth in agony..Two-Faced stepped away, turning his back to the pig and walking off towards his end of the ring..The crowd was yelling that the pig wasn't done yet, that he wasn't about to leave without finishing the bout..Two-Faced cared not for the crowd..He didn't care for the Sith and his dirty tricks..The guards hadn't seen one thing, however..The axe was pulled back and missed, but the man made his own cut with his newly aquired tusk against his stomach..They were both in danger..And Two-Faced made it seem as such. The match was a draw..Neither a winner nor a loser..And Two-Faced was walking towards his trader, knowing he was going to get a rather dirty glare and a mean lecture when he came along to him..-

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The Sith dropped his focus, and turned it to the weaker-minded Gamorrean, causing it to imagine the horror, the truth of what had happened. The Cathar had ripped its tusk out, and defaced its very being in front of the entire crowd, then had left it there to die. The titanium doors would have allowed Two-Faced to leave, if the Gamorrean had not rose and took hold of its axe, eyes bloodshot as it glared at the Cathar. The crowd stopped booing and began cheering loudly, enough for the Cathar to realize what was happening, even as the voice entered his mind. 'I hope you know that I do not intend to let you leave...' The Gamorrean began charging forwards, stubby legs carrying it a great distance torwards the Cathar, the blood seeping into its mouth and driving it into a hellish frenzy. The axe was held high, the Gamorrean emitting a battlecry as it rushed for the Cathar.. and straight to its doom. The Cathar would have no choice but to strike the creature down and win the match, or that axe would likely bury itself in the Cathar's skull...

[twofaced]

-Yeah..Boo for him and hooray for the rising pig..He had already been decimated infront of the crowd once..Did he wish for a second helping of ass-whoopin'? Two-Faced could deliver such a thing..Since he knew the pig wasn't going to lay there and die like a dog..So, he let himself turn around, smirking at the pig as it was charging after him..Of course, the obvious means of attack came..The battle axe was high in the air, ready to come down..And the Cathar was ready to move and devise his plan even further than he expected..Yes, he would let the pig attack him, but with his Vibroknife holding it at bay for the split second he needed to shift to the left and out of the way of danger..As the ground shattering sound of the axe hitting the ground came, so did the rough hits of a fist to the armor of the best..The same side as the other dent, breaking it in more so the pig couldn't break fully, nor half of his full capacity..The dent was cutting him off and his blood was now oozing from more than that hollow point in his mouth..-

I hope you are ready to stop this madness..Because I don't have reason to kill you now, Gamorrean..I have to make that Sith up there look like a fool for what he had planned for my master.. -Of course he didn't expect the pig to listen..He was certainly under control of that hidous creature that calls himself Sith. Two-Faces was probably going to have to win..The old man wasn't going to lose out on too much..The Cathar winning the fight would earn him a fortune for the rest of the crowd betting against him, right? Of course..He already earned the old man a lump sum..But he wanted to make that Sith look like a moron in his wake..Those pale eyes kept to the pig..Waiting to see if it was done yet.-

[malice]

Of course the pig wasn't done. The blood and pain were only going to further its berserk state, to the point where it would whirl about and attempt to catch the Cathar full in the face with that meaty arm, a vicious attempt to gain some ground and a little advantage. The pig didn't need the Sith now. The Sith backed off, letting the hatred and steaming rage draw the Pig torwards its target, the Gamorreans nostrils flaring wildly as it approached(I hope you do take the hit.. It wouldn't be fair if only you got the hits in?)its target, the axe gleaming, raised high above its head once again. Obviously their lack of brains was a tribute to their use as cannon fodder and guards, and this would give the Cathar his excellent opportunity to strike the pig down. Otherwise, that things endurance was going to wear the Cathar down until the Pigs axe found its mark on his back, cleaving him in half.

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(It's not a person opponent..But I don't want to have complaints thrown at me..)

-Well..Since the Sith was so persistent with getting the Cathar as his own, the pig continued to come after him, swinging an unexpected arm at Two-Faced..Got him a good hit in the chest, blowing him back ten feet to land on his feet..He held his chest and coughed, leaning down to try and push some air into his chest..That wasn't too good on his part..And neither was the pig roaring in at him with that damn axe..It was amazing what someone would do to get ahold of some petty money and a slave..He understood that he followed whoever caught him without dirty tricks..He understood that if a army hired him, asked for his commitment..But he didn't understand how the Sith could be so petty as to use mind-games against anyone that came to his path to get his way..It was ridiculous, but the Cathar wasn't going to lose..The Sith wanted a win, and he would get a win..As he had tried to portray it into his mind, but with a few things added..-

Eat your own fang, your heathen.. -Two-Faced's soft, demanding voice came to the world..More like to himself as he stepped forward to the big beast's swing, giving his right arm a full thrust into the beast's throat and gave it a little surprize. Remember the tusk from his mouth? That was no longer in his mouth, and no longer in Two-Faced's hand..It was in the beast's throat, his trachea, cutting off his wind and his talking..If matters weren't already bad for the pig, a head-butt to the tusk rammed it into the beast's neck, his brain stem..Cutting off control to the rest of his body. The beast was a corpse, now, laying on the ground with blood oozing from his orifices, his body giving way in a conundrum of ways, leaving only the victor of the fight..The roars and yells of the crowd were going to him..All of them boos of discontent and hatred for the Cathar..He sighs to himself and roams to the opening gate, letting himself out of the arena..-

You know, old man..This is the possibly last time you will gain any sort of money as big as this.. -The voice was irritated with the old man..But his true hatred was to the Sith that was to be coming for him. The old man lost his last betting tool, one that gauranteed cash flow..And the old man was only fortunate enough to scold him on how that was false..How the man wasn't going to take Two-Faced because he wasn't going to allow him. There wasn't allowing in this matter..The old man would soon enough die before holding the Sith back from his new prize..He stood there, waiting for the grim creature to come and get him..He wasn't going to refuse what he had been put into..But the man wasn't going to have a good time with his new prize.-

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The Sith strode up to the man as the Cathar and old man finished their speech, and patted the Cathar on the shoulder. "I could have used better methods, but... that would have been too easy... Old man, I promised to keep the money if you lost..." He chuckled, waved his hand, retrieving a second datapad and handing it over, another 50,000 credit amount. "Double the pay for a good match. Now, Cathar.." His eyes darted to the Cathar's body, and his left hand seemed to sneak off into the cloak, already expecting the Old Man to have something to say about a victory that was forced by a pigs stupidity.
Even so, the old man would be sore. He was losing his main source of income, and everybody there who had heard the bet knew it. Still, the fact the Sith offered money with his little mind games should have assured the Cathar that he wasn't trying to cheat the old man, and another 50,000 credits to get the old man to back off would hopefully assure the Cathar of his generosity. Truly, was he a Sith..? Or perhaps he was simply a Dark Jedi. The Dark Jedi were known to be more generous than the Sith were... of course, that was considered a common misconception, and in fact the misconception was that the Sith and Dark Jedi were one and the same. This was not so!

[twofaced]

-Giving the old man more money to shut his hole wasn't generousity..Not to the Cathar that the Sith obviously wanted. He still thought of the cloaked man as a pig, selfish bastard looking to make his own desires truthes..His dreams realities. He done it alright..This man in dark cloth surely made his bet worth it while screwing someone else out of a life-time deal. He had his doubts that this man could even fight his own battles, with those mind-games and all..But the Cathar had no burden to cause. He had no grief to manage..Only a new commitment with a new, much more woeful master..This man was going to have a hard time with Two-Faced on how he obtained the half-breed..But he would get his wish of the perfect fighter on his side..Or whatever his true intentions with the Cathar was. Hell..He was probably a threat to the Sith and was wanted dead by him, for all his knee..But he couldn't complain..He could defend himself from death, but complaining wasn't his forte..As his pale eyes turn to the man once more, he ripped his shoulder from him.-

Don't think that you have done me a favor, dark being..You've done yourself a favor, not me..And I will not forgive you for your trickery of the old man..However.. -He turned to face the cloaked figure beside him, keeping his eyes locked with the dark orbs for the skull-like features..He stood there in silence for a moment more before leaning his head down..- You have taken me from my old master..So I must follow your orders.. -That was the man he had grown to be, loyal and sufficient in his ways of making his master happy..Giving the man liesure and pleasure in his fights and the flow of money..But this man wasn't too much into money, that was for sure, so Two-Faced would wait for him to tell him to raise his head..Tell him what he wanted of him, why he was being taken away from the old man in such a manner..And what his fate was to be within the grasp of his new lord.-

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The Sith waved the Cathar off for a moment, and simply motioned for the cat-like creature to follow him, his hands folded in the sleeves of his cloak. He had suddenly grown silent, his mind sensing the uneasiness that the Cathar felt, the distrust that had been placed in his new master... distrust that would be gotten rid of quickly. Once they were outside the holding areas, he whipped around, his right hand shooting out from the sleeve of his cloak, straight for the Cathar's neck. This mechanical monstrosity of an arm was fast. It might not be fast enough for the Cathar's senses, but the surprise of it would hopefully catch the Cathar off guard. If he did manage to catch the Cathar, his voice would be spoken out in a hissing manner, his pale grey eyes glaring into those of the Cathar. "You will learn soon that I am not the type of man nor Sith to be trifled with." His voice was low, spoken only to the Cathar then. "You should be grateful that I relieved you of that pathetic existence, that life you led. It is behind you. You are worth more to me than simple money... Money is not a necessity for me.. I have ways of gaining the things I want, and you have witnessed two of them now... I would suggest you learn your place, and soon... The tasks ahead of you will test your body and your mind, as well as your conviction...." Should the Cathar go to do anything, the left hand of the Sith was already sneaking into his cloak, the lightsaber drawn and ready to be used if necessary.

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-This man was one lucky person..The right hand took hold of the neck and Two-Faced sat there in his cupping prison, held by the hand of nothing human, but of machine..No matter this man had no emotion, no caring for what he did to himself or others..He had no care to what he had done to himself by helping himself to the neck of the Cathar..He listened, however, pale eyes gazing into the pale eyes of another..Once he was done talking, his hand came quick, rough, tearing the hand and fingers away from his neck, dropping himself to the ground with a roll backwards..-

You moronic fool of a beast! I do not take orders from people who cheat people out of their lives and out of their earnings! I do not stand for the unguiding hand of a mere imbecile like yourself! -The young man's voice was awfully loud and rough, his scratchy tone almost having a purr between it..He glares at the man, knowing what all Siths held on their being and was waiting for the man to pull it out and start using it..There would be no life for the man if he made the mistake of attacking Two-Faced. By the time he came up from the roll, he already had his Vibroknife in his hand, waiting to pull it from its sheath and use it to disembowel this person..He talked of himself not to be trifled with..That he would bring him to where his body and mind had never been before..Two-Faced was more than what this man thought he was, and he was going to let this creature know that he is infact not the one to be trifled with..Reckoning with Two-Faced was certain death for most..but he had his thoughts on this man..-

Don't bother talking with me, Sith..I do not want any part in your violence.. -Two-Faced took his hand from his weapon, gazing at the cloaked figure before him..- I listen to my masters..But I will kill you if push comes to shove..Master.. -He whispers to the man, standing there as still as every..Waiting for something to happen..Hopefully something that wasn't a lashing.-