~| Day 2, 11:50-12:10 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Arena |~
The Imperial troopers either did not have a sense of humor, or couldn’t care less about the Jedi Knight’s answers. Whatever the reason, they did not reply. They held him tight even as the turbolift traveled down one level, then hauled him out to the rim of the arena.
Only pausing for a moment, two of the others shouldered their rifles, then picked up the Jedi’s legs, before the four of them tossed him down into the arena. After that, the Troopers marched off to the doors to be around in case the Jedi was foolish enough to try to jump up to the arena rim, but not so close as to risk being hit by anything from down there.
Koren rolled as he landed on the floor. He looked back up to the rim of the arena. “Well that wasn’t very nice!” He yelled up. “If I hadn’t have been a Jedi I could have broken something!” He looked around the arena and grumbled under his breath.
”Yeah like they fragging care” Looking around the room there wasn’t much to look at, he was about ten metres down and could another entrance into the arena. Obviously being dropped in wasn’t the only way in, which was good to know.
The lip was also designed to stop people from jumping out, though he gauged the height of it and while other Jedi may struggle he could probably make it.
Though that probably wouldn’t help matters. He walked over to a nearby weapon rack. Blunted swords, axes and a couple of staves filled most of it. As well as a couple of electrowhips and electrostaffs, even a spot that looked like it should hold a lightsaber. Though it was suspiciously empty.
Typical.
He picked up one of the electrostaffs, he wasn’t sure how he’d handle an actual sword being too used to a lightsaber while he had done
some training in pole arms. Though now he was wishing he had done significantly more training, maybe when he got out of here he’d look into a longer hilt for a lightsaber… he doubted his old one still existed. He took a deep breath spinning the weapon around in his right hand before bringing it in front of him and swapping it over to his left. It was no lightsaber, that was for sure. On completion of his movement he held it with his left hands palm near the middle of the hilt and the weapon running from near the floor up his arm almost reaching his chest.
There was no need for showing off, but the Jedi had been taking a beating and if this was the Arena he thought it was they’d be able to see him from above. Nothing like a little morale boost. “So, what next?”
He looked up as there was a metallic thud as one of the doors opened, there was clanking as a war droid walked out of the door and he just sighed.
He spun the electrostaff. “Well, off we go then.” The droid fired, and he twisted his torso spinning the staff. He didn’t bother trying to block the bolts, not yet. It fired again, and he lowered his head down towards the left ducking to avoid the shot. His breathing was calm, relaxed. He let the Force fill him as he focused on the task at hand, someone wanted a show. He’d give it to them, though only because he hadn’t quite figured out how to disable the droid with the staff. No doubt the droid was resistant to electrical shocks, so, that left physical strength and the Force.
Though he’d keep the Force in reserve, for as a true Jedi he’d never use the Force to attack. As the attacks picked up in their ferocity he hit the control switch for the electrostaff, the weapon crackling to life. He spun it between his hands, though still relied on dodging the bolts as he knew that with an unfamiliar weapon the chances of dodging them all were practically nil. He closed his eyes, though his senses alert. He entered a trance like state his feet moving, body twisting in the right moment at the right time.
A couple of time, lapses in judgement, he felt the heat of a bolt pass though none struck their mark. He broke into a run at the droid. Twisting his torso left and right as the bolts continued to come towards him, using the staff to block the occasional shot he couldn’t dodge. Within five metres of the droid he pushed off the ground into the air, spinning as he went. At the peak of his arc he extended the staff sending a bolt of electricity through the droids head compartment.
It stumble slightly, though continued to stand. Had he used his lightsaber the droid would be a pile of scrap on the floor of the arena by now. It was surprising just how much he missed it. Landing on the ground he used his momentum and pirouetted on his right foot. Left hand holding the staff he pushed out with his right focusing the Force using it to push the droid. It scrambled for purchase as it defied physics and tumbled to the other side of the room. Once there Koren dropped the staff and using both hands focused on the swords and other pointed weapons on the weapon rack.
Sweating slightly he brought the weapons out of their racks and flung them towards the droid, the weapons denting, bashing and piercing it's Armour as it shuddered from the multiple impacts before it’s legs gave way, he didn’t smirk. He mainly stood straight. There was a drop of sweat on his brown but he wasn’t tired, not yet. He looked around the arena, he could still sense the troopers watching him. “So, do I need to jump out or are you guys waiting till you’ve won a bet or something?”
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