Duel: Sith Lord vs. Mandalorian Master

Date 267 ABY
Location Aranar, Mandalore

A Sith ZX-40 Screamer landed in one of the ports in the city of Arana on Mandalore, 50 miles south of Keldabe and headquarters of the 3rd Conquest Army. It screeched to a halt above landing platform and touched down. The platform jerked out and the door hiss opened as it depressurized. Clones and Mandalorians alike drew their weapons and took aim, waiting for the order to fire.

The door shot open and a tall Iktotchi male, in sleek black armor clamored down the boarding platform and moved towards a group of Clone Troopers and Mandalorians, including Jack, who were busy playing Cu'bikad. “Mandalorian you’re dead!”

Even more rifles rose, all trained on the Sith lord. Jack looked over at him, “What do you want.” he began reaching for his blade.

The Sith Lord came to a stop before him, “I am Darth Trelvonsta.” He snarled, his yellow-red eyes radiating hatred, “You killed my apprentice.”

He brushed it off as though it was nothing, “Which one; the Devaronian, the Twi'lek, or the Togruta?”

His face twitched, “The Togruta.”

“Ah, that one.” Jack nodded, “Your apprentice tried to kill me. I suppose you’re here for payback.” He paused for a second, “Tell ya what, I’ll give you a chance to get it, things have been rather dull around here anyway.” He stood up, “Follow me.”

The pair began to move towards the outskirts of the city, all along followed by a group, excited to see the fight in action. Jack looked over at him, “This is your last chance to back out of this Darth.”

The Iktotchi arrogance could be easily felt by even the least force-sensitive being in the galaxy, “You scared.”

“Ha! No, I just thought I give you one last chance to save your sorry shebs” They met in the large sparing ring outside of a raised, flat, dirt circle, surrounded by unkempt grass and weeds.

The crowd gathers at a safe distance, mostly Mandalorians and Clones of the 3rd Army, their kids, and several passersbys. A small kid 11 or 12, with scruffy brown hair, looked up at Jack as he began walking up the wooden steps, “Kick that hut'uun’s shebs back to Korriban.”

He smiled, and patted his head, “That I will ad'ika.” He turned back to face the Sith Lord, he reached the top of the stairs and moved in towards the center of the circle. Jack looked towards Trelvonsta, “Rules are simple, fight to the death, only one walks away alive.”

The Mandalorian inhaled, the brisk air of a hot summer morning, the mist and the dew leaving the grass surrounding the circle, and the beautiful backdrop of Mount Gal’an, it was exhilarating. Jack put his helmet on, “Lets do this.”

The Sith Lord threw his cape off, letting it fly in the wind it fly off in the wind. Jack pulled out his Beskad and ignited his lightsaber, the Jade Blade, and Trelvonsta ignited his blades.

At once, they charged each other, their blades meeting midair, every strike was deflected. As their blades locked, Jack rammed the pommel into the Sith’s face breaking his nose. Trelvonsta retaliated kicking him in the head; he fell to the ground the Iktotchi came after him stabbing the ground as Jack rolled out of the way.

He pulled out a knife and threw it at him, just nicking him on the shoulder, buying him the time to stand up. On his feet, he moved towards him, “Not bad, now it’s my turn.”

His stance changed, and his he lifted his heels, balancing on the base of his feet. “This is a technique that’s been passed down through my family for several generations. We call it Force Acceleration. See if you can keep up.”

With that he shot forward. Force Acceleration was a technique created by Jadus Meyer, a direct ancestor of his, in the technique the practitioner causes a telekinetic impulse (similar to Force Push) in the ball of the foot, exerted outward, allowing the user to achieve greater speed than the average Force Speed user, a very overwhelming tactic used in duels.

Jack bolted around him delivering a number of shallow slashes, merely toying with the Iktotchi. Trelvonsta wasn’t going to go down with out a fight, he kneed him in the chest with such force it bent his chest plates, the Mandalorian tumbled over and came to a stop on his feet, “Damn that’s gonna be a pain to buffer out.”

“Now you’ll learn my technique.” He concentrated the Force into the ball of his foot and pushed it out. He bolted forward, in the blink of an eye; he was behind the Sith Lord. Trelvonsta turned around but it was too late, Jack rammed his palm into the Sith’s arm. It exploded, sending the arm flying to the edge of the circle; a Mandalorian in the crowd looked to his comrades, “No more lightning for that one.” They responded with a chuckle, eyes still glued to the fight before them.

Trelvonsta screamed in agony, Jack kicked him to the ground using his sword pierced his one remaining hand and pinned him down. He stepped on Trelvonsta’s chest and drew a blaster, “The Sith are a plague that should be cleansed from the galaxy; you’ll just be one more bug I don’t have to worry about,” and pulled the trigger.