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Yom stood quietly waiting on the edge of the battle circle waiting calmly for his open invitation to circulate throughout the temple, he was restless, the supercommandos were out on missions and he was stuck here pacing back and forth like a saber cat in a cage... Damn paperwork

he checked over his gear for what felt like the thousandth time. fully armed and loaded. still he felt like he needed to move.

forcing himself to stop his pacing he focused on the old code that was drilled in to his head oh so many years ago

Strength is life, for the strong have the right to rule.
Honor is life, for with no honor one may as well be dead.
Loyalty is life, for without one's clan one has no purpose.
Death is life, one should die as they have lived.


finally feeling his nerves settle he noticed his first opponent had arrived. nodding he stated simply " are you ready?"

Marxus missed his alcohol. It stopped him from thinking, stopped him from caring. How the hell did I get roped into this again? In truth this fight brought both pleasant and unpleasant memories. Among the unpleasant he felt the vertigo of energy about to snap in his limbs. At first he found himself back in the Cauldron seeing the greedy faces, the bloodthirsty smiles of the audience. At first he hated him, watching the brave Echani fight the losing fight. They expected his death, in fact Marxus would have believed them as well. For he broke three ribs and had a nasty gash on his left thigh that night. His first fight. Those injuries were not even ghosts now. The game master made sure his players were taken care of...if they survived. Which is to say that only the losers died, although their were accidents...Damn, focus idiot the Mandolorian said something, what was it...Oh am I ready?... Thats right

He said scratching his uncovered head. "Sorry, can you give me a moment." A sheepish grin. "Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore**"

Looking at the mandolorian, probably for the first time Marxus surveyed his equipment. As with all Mandolorian warriors, he was armed to the teeth. Which Marxus smiled upon. In times of battle, it was the mandolorians who taught him the weaknesses of the Echani tactics. Those were hard lessons, but they made him the man he was today. Whatever good that did. In quite a long while Marxus actually smiled, along with a timeless look in his eyes. The memories started to eclipse reality once again. Especially as he saw what appeared to be a strange sword, it looked old but efficient. That sword must hold some value to the Mandolorian before him. As per usual, the mandolorian was wearing their patented battle armor, which would prove to be formidable to cut through... for most blades anyway. Marxus noticed he was holding a launcher attachment on the rifle as well as two blasters. Now thats nasty. Oh s**t are those thermal detonators? Marxus took a brief cursory look around the area, wondering at the maximized range of the grenades and how much room they could use. Though those were not the grenades that he watch out for. For Marxus, the biggest threat would be the flashbangs. Those could prove to end this early... Marxus let out a heavy sigh checking his own equipment. He put his Gillie suit hood over his face. His leafy mask to protect against the various chemical bombs he had in his pouch. Though they would be no good against the mandolorian helmet, which probably had a vision amplifier of some type... Marxus had managed to create a few energy shields, but they probably would also hold no use in this fight as well. I'm probably not prepared for this... so no change in my current lifestyle. At least something is consistent He favored his Echani vibro-blade with his palm, feeling the cool reassurance of the blade. Consistency was something he started favor. Not the abstract pressure of memory.

He took out a bottle of Juma Juice, from under his cloak slowly. Making sure not to have the Mandolorian establish a possible trigger finger. Raising the bottle to the air he started to salute the Mando and apparent Jedi before him, and took one long swig of Juma. This time not to produce a buzz or to addle his mind, but to make him focus his intent. He knew this was not an opponent to take lightly, Marxus could see the experienced presence the Mando exuded. Only the confident portrayed such a stance. The mandolorian was telling him, "I'm going to beat you" There was no "I think I will." Only "I'm going to". The other was more or less not taking the fight so seriously. Turning back to the mando Marxus began to wonder at this one's mastery. They both knew war, and it would seem they would be matched in experience. So this battle might end by a millimeter. It was not the time to make mistakes. The Jedi he was not so sure of, one can never be too sure when force users were involved. So Marxus put the bottle away back into his pouch. Then he slowly drew his Echani Vibro-Blade, letting his stance to kill fill the air. Marxus knew how to hide his stance from others, but he did allow with startling clarity. That his intent was to kill. His deep blue eyes penetrating towards his opponents from under his leafy veil.

He thought to himself:
"Cut.
Once committed to fight,
Cut.
Everything else is secondary.
Cut.
That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides this one.
Cut."

These were one of the tenets of long dead men who were able to see war and establish life. It was time to cut.

"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore**"---"Pressure makes gems, ease makes decay."


[[Blaise can you plz give me more info about the area and were the location is?]]