Character Information:
Name: Seiryu Akatsuki
Alias: Darth Sceleris
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Echani
Homeworld: Thyrsus
Personality: Seiryu considers himself a true warrior and always has an air of control about him. Every move he makes or word he speaks is calculated to achieve a desired effect. He never allows emotions or the circumstances, no matter how dire, to master him. In this, he is completely determined in everything he does. He tirelessly maintains himself in top condition, and constantly seeks to improve his martial skills, much in the same way a more rational being would try to survive. Perhaps Seiryu's greatest strength is his terrible cunning, a warrior able to out think as well as outfight his opponents. Seiryu Akatsuki moves with the grace of a warrior, and carries himself with the confidence of an Emperor. That deceptively easy confidence borders on the pathological. Though pity the fool who would view it as a form of arrogance, rather it is an overwhelming aura of supreme confidence in his own abilities as a fighter.
Seiryu, having trained in a multitude of fighting styles for much of his life, has elevated his craft to an art form that few trained in the traditional fighting arts can match. His innate Echani Battle Sense allows him to recklessly modify and blend elements from each of these styles as he wishes, often creating new types of attacks as the battle progresses. His actual lightsaber style, is based upon the principles of Juyo, reckless and wild, though ultimately precise. His movements, are a like a fire, blistering thrusts combined with precise cuts and counters create the illusion of an incredible dance. His hands working with with synchrony and his feet keeping him in constant balance at all times. The result, is a work of art that is breath taking to witness, literally breathtaking, should you happen to be the unlucky opponent.
While not particularly murderous, Seiryu has boldly vowed to "never leave an enemy in his wake." He is not the type of man to take threats lightly. Though for the most part, those who do not actively seek to make themselves enemies of the Echani Sith, or his allies, have nothing to fear from him. To a man of Seiryu's disposition, nothing is more important than the skills in combat, which he has spent a lifetime honing. Skill at arms and martial prowess tends to create a perception of weakness in those that civil society would view a warrior. In Seiryu's particular case nothing could be further from the truth, he has taken towards obtaining knowledge like a voracious Rancor beast. Excelling easily in all things martial he is a quite and calculating individual, keeping others off balance so that he might focus on the perfection of his art. While he maintains a carefully cultivated distant aura of uneasiness, he is prone to the occasional blurting of a philosophical or otherwise deep comment, proving without a doubt the great intelligence within. All in all he is the consummate warrior, striving for improvement in all areas.
While his race typically shuns the galaxy at large, Seiryu has had a harsh upbringing radically different then the normal Echani. As a result his views on the Galaxy at large are much different then those of the typical Echani. Seiryu seeks to use his skill to control those around him, elevating himself to a true tactical master, taking every advantage offered him and seeking to create more. He'll often do this by taunting his foe into anger and mistakes. Seiryu is also a very fast learner, keen of mind in the realm of combat he is quite capable of observing a particular combat maneuver just once or twice, and adapting it to his choice of weapons to either duplicate, or improve upon it, effectively in battle. Ever striving to be the perfect warrior, he is adept at combining his ambidexterity, thieving abillities, and skill at arms, to prove to all that he is one of the most dangerous swordsmen in the galaxy.
Not particularly charismatic in the vocal sense of the word at all, Seiryu prefers to let his actions do the speaking for him. He possesses a strange sense of loyalty towards those he affiliates himself towards. Though this is in a sense pertaining to what that particular person has to offer in terms of the betterment of his skills. Mostly laconic, and rarely showing more than a cheerily false smile, Seiryu remains ever the razor sharp enigma to those around him. It is extremely hard to pierce the emotional armor he has erected around himself, stemming from a rather traumatic childhood. All in all Seiryu would seem a sort of odd duck for a Sith, though this is simply the mask. The dark rage that drives him is carefully hidden within. Where feeds on it, cycling it through him like a fusion reactor, never letting those around him see it. He desires control, having sacrificed everything else in the persuit of total mastery of mind and body, an extreme case of of internalization. Seiryu's complete dedication to his own code of the warrior is his greatest strength. Turning any event into an advantage on a physical, mental, or psychological level. The sheer adaptiveness of his character make any battle a life or death struggle of epic proportions.
Not particularly fanatic in the tennants of the Sith, AKatsuki has instead come to embrace what he feels is the most powerful sense of the Sith, their forgotten knowledge. To him the Sith represent the treasure of what was, and what can be again, should one take the time to discover the secrets lost to the Dark. As he has grown within the Order, he has made it his mission to track down knowledge of the forgotten dark arts.
The Character
Appearance: Seiryu, having trained since his first steps in the art of battle is not necessarily incredibly strong, his somewhat short stature and his slight but toned build rob him of any real brute strength. However, muscles tightly honed from years of training allow him to utilize explosive power, the ultimate harnessing of the fast twitch muscle system, using his entire body in one muscular spasm. Broad of shoulders and chest he is immediately singled out from being frail, yet the compact nature of his build cause many others to stand out when compared to him. This type of build was the main factor in the creation of his personal fighting style, manipulating his speed, size, weight, and the momentum generated by both himself and weapons; to push his power and kinetic impact to the max. While he may not be the strongest fighter, he is incredibly agile, years of torturous training allow him to dislocate near any bone in his body. His muscles are conditioned for speed and explosive movement instead of brute strength aiding in his superior flexibility. This added with his small build and low weight makes him quite the speedy little devil. A real dervish in combat. He is a true ambidextrous individual, often switching a single saber from hand to hand behind his back to surprise his opponent, constantly reversing his grip as he fights. Seiryu is still young by most standards, having not yet reached his true prime. As a warrior he may be prone to minor mistakes, though he will never make the same mistake twice. His edge in both strength and speed remain at their peak, and continue to improve for a few more years. And he is very aware of this, focusing on that peak physical condition, spending hours each day going through the Kata's of his art, and maintain the rock hard perfection of his specially trained muscles.
Clothing: (What does your character wear?)
Light grade chest and shoulder armor of molded plasteel, set into a back armor weave body stocking. Over which is worn a long sleeved, loose fitting under tunic, colored basic black. His chest is further covered by a black sleeveless over tunic, that appears somewhat vest like. This overtunic also features a knee length tabbard at the bottom, and is belted in place by a black cloth obi. His hands are covered with black gloves, over which are strapped forearm armor comprised of overlapping thin muted black durasteel/cortosis alloy plates running from knuckles to elbow. The sleeves of his undertunic hide most of these bracers, which were created like the heavy back scales of a reptile for flexiblity. A pair of simple loose fitting black cloth breeches tucked into boots covering hidden greaves, which run from the top of his foot to his knee, comprised of the same series of overlapping muted black durasteel/cortosis alloy plates for flexiblity, straped over a pair of knee length worn leather boots, that are belted tightly to the calves. His lightsaber is worn strapped to his back via a custom black leather sheathe, suspending the long double bladed hilt across his shoulderblades, terminating over his right shoulder for easy access.
Bio:Seiryu reveals very little about his past, but from multiple occasions where he was feeling particularly loquatious, this much is known about his early life. Seiryu Akatsuki was born on Thyrsus and taken as his monther and uncle fled from Clan Retribution, into the streets of the lower city of Tarris. He could still recall a vague image of his mother's face. Silver blue eyes the same color as his own, and white hair that looked as fine and smooth as bleached silk. He could barely recall such far away memories, since they lay curled in his heart like blackened and dead things, however they still remained. Even at so young an age he had not lived a happy family life. His mother had been nothing more than a prostitute, making her living on the xenophobic world of Taris by posing as a thrill for the easily amused. The color of her hair had singled her out, showing her to be a mere near-human. However the rich and adventuring type could have some fun with alluring creature, provided they pay the price. However, Seiryu would not be born a bastard, his father was as Echani as his mother, though he left before the boy was ever born.
He was unaware why, though he believed it to be his own fault, especially when faced with the resentment his mother poured towards him. While their relationship was strained at best, she would begin the crucible that would turn him into one of the deadliest fighters alive, putting him through exhausting and usually brutal regimes, forcing him to learn to fight. Muscles tore, bones broke, knuckles split, and tendons snapped, yet the boy would continue to improve. Their was no play, no fun and games, only the regimental training routines. Eventually she had nothing left to teach him, and soon after she could no longer support the two of them. His most vivid memory of his mother, was as he was led away, and she weighted a small sack of credits in the palm of her hand. He could remember no tears, only her gaze boring into him as he was led away by the friendly merchant, and taken to a ship.
It was not until later that he would realize that he had been sold, and was now the property of the not so friendly merchant. They were on their way to Nar Shaddaa when his new owner would make his move, attempting to force himself on the terrified Echani boy. He was just a child, not the passionless murderer he had become today, however Seiryu was still an Echani, and Echani are taught from the time they could walk to fight back... When experts would examine the corpse, when the vessel was found drifting in the orbit of Nar Shaddaa with its escape pod missing, they were shocked by the brutality. The nose had been shattered, by a precise palm thrust that sent bone slivers lancing into the brain. The jaw as dislocated, the eardrums torn by precise finger pokes, fingers broken, and trachea collapsed. They would surmise that pirates had raided the vessel, they remained unsure as to what became of the child.
In reality, after slaying his would be rapist Seiryu had descended to the Smugglers Moon, alone and pennyless. He was only 7, and was quickly taken in by one of the many criminal guilds that peppered the glittering neon city. However, his luck would only continue to slide down hill. It was here that the tattered remains of his childhood innocence was stripped away forever, along with his sense of morality and emotion. Locked in an enclosed arena, formed from a large depression in the sewer he would spend the next 5 years of his life engaged in a sadistic game of survival. Their were never less than 50 children in the pit, and they were fed daily, dropping food through the grate covering that would prevent their escape. However, their was never enough food for them all, they were forced to fight for survival, as their audience would place bets on who would survive. These frenzied children would use their hands or weapons devised from whatever resources were available, brutally beating or slaying one another for the meager rations they were provided.
The Echani boy would prove himself time and time again, his training gave him the distinct edge, allowing him to survive in conditions where his peers wouldn't last 6 months. As his survival streak continued to grow he would earn a sense of "freedom". 5 years after being placed in the pit he would be taken out, something that had previously been unheard of. The child that came out, only 12 years of age had a dead stare that could make his captors squirm. All traces of mercy had been removed, in its place their was only a cynical and calculating ruthlessness. However, he could be used. He was taken from place to place, and taught more and more ways of battle. He would be trained in the ways of the Nagai, in the art Teras kasi, the styles of Hapan kick boxing, the brutality of the Noghri Stava tactics, the deadly skills of the Malkite Poisoners, and more of his own Echani heritage. Life became simple, every day was spent in persuit of physical perfection. He would live and fight, nothing more. However the shrewd young man would realize that while he was still another's property, he was being given the skills to obtain his freedom. At the age of 17, he was given his first assignment as an assassin, opening a new chapter in his life.
He took the task to a whole new level. He didn't just kill the target, he killed each and every familly member in the complex, then systematically hunted down and slaughtered every living soul in the building. His owners were impressed, and began sending him on assignments every other night. Each time he would eliminate every person in the residence, rather than simply kill the singular target. His reputation would grow in infamy, as his kill count exploded. By the age of 20 he had killed over a thousand sentient beings in his lifetime. The exact number is unknown, as their are no records as to how many of his fellow children died by his hand in the pit, however when the time came that he had reached his peak in captivity where he could no longer learn anything new, Seiryu turned on his owners, kiling them, and their guild.
Taking what he needed he set out, realizing that freedom meant nothing without a way to survive. So he became freelance, rising from the gutters of Nar Shaddaa as one of the Smugglers Moon's top assassins. He quickly began setting up contacts, expanding a power base on the smugglers moon, dealing in vital information and steering the flow of the underworld on the planet. In three years time he was firmly in position, managing a vast network of contacts to keep tabs on whatever happened on the moon. However as he grew in infamy, and continued his own training, he would find a weapon that eluded his grasp. For all his formidable skill their remained another path open before him, the force.
His time as an assassin would finally push him into the service of the true Crime Lords, the real power on the smugglers moon, for it was primarily the Hutts who ruled Nar Shadda with an iron fist. It was here that he would find the force for the first time. A fallen Jedi had taken to working for one of the major famillies. He was merely an ex apprentace, unable to walk the difficult path. Upon their first meeting, Seiryu had become so skilled in his art that he was initially amazed upon meeting this degenerate Jedi equal. Seiryu wanted to test who was the better fighter and so eventually became obsessed with destroying or defeating the ex Jedi. It was during these frantic battles that Seityu first experienced the force, he had never cared about his budding sensitivity to the force, instead focusing on his weapons. Though when he saw the devastating uses at the hands of even this poorly trained fool he knew he had found another weapon to hone. In the end, limited skill with the force was not enough to save the poor, would be Dark Jedi, and he fell to the Echani fighter.
Forced to face the effectiveness of the Force for the first time, Seiryu was initially enraged that he had never seen the value of force training. It took a few weeks, but he at last found employ with one of the Crime Lords who had an ex Sith Apprentice in his employ. Through the months he spent learning the basics of the force Seiryu came to realize that the force was just another tool to be used. Like many of the masses he had always believed the force to be a sort of magic or special power. This Zabrak who had been unable to handle the pressures of the Sith was a poor teacher, knowing little of the particular powers himself. But he was able to instill the basics in Seiryu. He proved to be an easy kill in the end, though Seiryu was happy to obtain something he had come to covet in his lessons with the now dead Zabrak. A lightsaber. Instantly recognizable this weapon was a symbol of those who could command the force, it was a potent psychological tool, one that could be used to crush his enemies will. He had paid the Zabrak merc well to teach him the basics of the weapon, though he knew his meager force and saber skills would be a serious detriment in combat as they were. However he now found himself faced with a choice for furthering his skills. Would he try to walk the path of the Jedi or the Sith?
Mistrustful by nature, the vaunted Jedi of history represented everything Seiryu had come to despise in life. The great Jedi Temple, was nothing more than the mask of whatever God that presided over the Galaxy. Was that God the Force itself? In the end it did not matter. The fabled Jedi were nothing more than an illusion, concocted to entice those too stupid to see the truth. The Jedi had claimed to be the protectors of the Galaxy at large, claimed to wish nothing more than to protect those too weak to protect themselves. Yet in the end, they remained in their magnificent ivory tower, coming out to perform the odd rescue or good deed. The same as any other foolish religion. Those who lacked the skill or stomach to change the galaxy with a sword or through cunning would always rely upon tricking those too stupid to see the truth. It was the greatest deception, embraced by rulers and Kings the universe over. A way for those too weak to effect any real change to elevate themselves above the masses. However, in the end, it was all a lie. No matter how much the Jedi themselves might believe their own preaching whispers of deceit that alone did not make them true. An Order, dedicated to justice... Preposterous, who gave the Jedi the right to decide what is just and what is evil. The Force? In assuming this they only proved the extent of their own hypocrisy. Any thief lying in the street would have his tongue removed, or be outright killed, for trying to elevate himself with such lies yet somehow the Jedi and their mastery of the Force had conned the galaxy itself. No matter, in the end those with the will to enact real change would show them the truth.
No, the Jedi were not the path for Seiryu. He would go to the Sith, at least the Sith were honest in their intents. He had lived a life on the streets, had to embrace the darkness within just to survive. The strong live, the weak die, that is the one and only truth in the galaxy. Far better to die on his feet fighting to prove himself one of those all important figures with the strength to obtain what he wants, then to die on his knees begging for the scraps of those who could care less about the weak. So, he cut his losses one final time. Taking all the funds he had earned he cashed in for a ship of his own to leave this wretched cesspool, for the future. In the rusting hulks of the many ships surrounding Nar Shaddaa he happened upon a true gem, large and imposing the ship was called the Havoc. He had never heard of the model or make, however he knew enough of weapons to realize the value of the lowslung ship. The Havoc could serve him well, and could take him to where he must go, and as far as he was concerned the galaxy be damned. Packing his meager belongings and outfitting himself for the battles that were no doubt to come, he headed for Thule, to the Temple, seeking a Master who would see the value in the dangerous assassin. A pity really, no doubt many would die.
Among the Sith, Seiryu would distinguish himself from his fellows through showing to the Lords, Masters, and fellow Hopefuls that he knew no fear. He found the knowledge possessed by those who truly walked the path of Sith to be staggering, and infinitely precious. It was in these hallowed halls that he found the means to transcend his own existence, to become strong enough to truly live, rather than be one of the weak who simply existed for the purpose of being devoured later. His boldness, as well as his drive and determination to his own training caught the eye of one of the most powerful of the Sith, the composed and infinitely deadly Roth Hart, who would visit the hopeful during his training session the night of Dread Lord Fel's coronation.
Their he would test the hopeful, secretly evaluating him for a role as an apprentice. And after facing a pack of three viciously trained Howlrunners, Akatsuki would pass the test, slaying the last of the murderous creatures with naught but his barehands and the force. In a moment of firey darkside power, Roth Hart would take the young Echani as his apprentice, bestowing him the name Venator, in reference to having discovered his true self for the first time. It is a moment that profoundly changes the Echani, who at that moment discovers that for his entire life, he had only skirted the edges of the true power brought on by his terrible rage. As he became Venator fully, surrendering the walls he had errected around that fusion furnace of hatred that burned in his heart, he felt himself become part of the darkside, transforming him forever as he embraced his destiny as a Sith. Realizing that until that moment as a 'hopeful' he had only been deluding himself with his knowledge of a 'Sith', he swore allegiance to his new master, binding himself to the Zabrak, and the path towards ultimate power as a Sith that only he could provide.
With the secrets of the Darkside finally open before him, Akatsuki realized that he had at last reached the base of the mountain he must climb in order to take his rightful place as a Sith. The first step in the way, was a Jedi boy on the planet Nar Shaddaa. Facing Solon not as an angry Sith, but rather as a challenge, Akatsuki cut him down in the street, leaving him for dead in the hands of the Sith Angra. It was his first time in combat against a real Jedi, and though it was his skills as the assassin supreme, rather than his knowledge via the force, that delivered him victory, it only proved to strengthen his connection with the Darkside. Upon his return to the Temple, Roth would present him with a unique challenge, open combat with the Sith traitor Teslan, to punish him for his transgressions. The duel would further augment the Echani's ties to the Darkside. As he triumphed over an opponent who was vastly stronger than himself with contemptuous ease, calling upon the power of his own rage to further strengthen himself.
It was something that was as natural as breathing for him, and yet it was a manifestation of the Force made real, to channel the very power of the force through the medium of his own boundless rage, making him stronger, faster, a thousand times more deadly. He would need all of it, because when the dust settled further challenges would present themselves. During the time following the reform of the Sith Order, the Dark Lord Fel would dissapear, leaving the Sith leaderless and in chaos. When it appeared as though the Sith might consume themselves, Fel's apprentice Lord Ravage, stepped up to claim the title of Dark Lord. It was a fragile peace, as their seemed to be disention among the Sith over the young Lord's claim. He had not defeated Fel in combat, nor had he forced the other Lords to bow down and serve him. However to Akatsuki, he had the strongest claim, and thus it would fall upon Ravage to keep the Sith together until he could either solidify his claim, or someone else would take the title from him.
Ravage wasted no time, preparing his own ideals and forces, and listening to Akatsuki as an advisor. Akatsuki would relate his own ideas, and through Ravage's permission, realize the formation of an Assassin caste among the Sith. Given the duty of overseeing these assassins Akatsuki would ready troops for the next great conflict, a conflict where the rules had changed virtually overnight, when the Empire and Sith would abruptly split due to a difference of opinion between the head strong young Emperor and the equally head strong young Dark Lord. It would present a turning point for Akatsuki, as once again the choices that would effect his destiny weighed heavily upon him. Throwing himself into the business of holding the Sith together, and continuing his formation of the Sith Assassin caste, Akatsuki would take on the roles of both leader of the Assassins as well as the interim Warlord, planning with Ravage an assault upon the Jedi's reconstruction efforts at Rhen Var in a daring bid to show the galaxy that even alone and without allies, the Sith were a formidable force.
Yet Akatsuki's mind works on many levels, constantly weaving an ever more intricate web of deceptions and plots. Their were many reasons that he chose to attack Rhen Var, as well as why it was necessary to whip the Sith into a frenzy. His research had uncovered information pointing to the pressence of a legendary dark artifact of tremndous power, hidden away by ancient Jedi, feared by those who could see even an iota of its power. Akatsuki intended to claim that power for himself, and thus orchestrated the grandest deception of them all in creating the pitched battle that would rage across the surface of Rhen Var, giving himself time to aquire this much needed artifact. Still serving Ravage at the time, Akatsuki boldly entered the Jedi Temple alone, sparking the conflict himself with the destruction of the Jedi Library with meticulously set explosives. Akatsuki believed that he had done what both Jedi and Sith had done for ages, divining the location of the Mantle of Exar Kun, and prepared to move to make it his own.
It was after this battle that Akatsuki would return to his Sith without Ravage, and tell them quite brazenly that he was the newest member of the Dark Lords, naming himself Darth Sceleris. He offered no explanation for the fate of Ravage, leaving that to speculation. Many believed that the two had finally had their fight over the position, while others believed that perhaps Ravage had fallen to the blade of the Jedi Grandmaster. Whatever the case, Akatsuki pushed forth reforms to the Sith Order, organizing what few resources he had available, and always seeking more via his own ties to the criminal underworld, creating a shadow alliance with the Black Sun, using the criminal organization's available resources and shipwrights to begin building a military force. Knowing full well that mass battle with any enemy was suicide, Akatsuki vowed to show his enemies his tactical brilliance, attacking supply lines and other important targets to cripple the all important infostructure. Just how sucessful this will be, remains to be seen.
Faction:
Alignment: New Sith Order
Occupation: Dark Lord of the Sith
Force-Sensitive: Yes
Force Powers: -
CORE-
Force Speed - Master
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Force Concealment - Master
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Force Telekinesis - Master
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Force Burst - Master
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Force Wave - Expert
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Force Repulse - Expert
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Projected Fighting - Expert
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Force Telepathy - Expert
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Force Sense - Intermediate
UNIVERSAL-
Inertia - Expert
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Hassat Dur - Expert
DARK-
Force Slow/Affliction/Plague - Master
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Bolt of Hatred - Master
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Darkside Telekinesis - Master
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Force Crush - Expert
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Force Strike - Expert
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Dark Rage - Expert
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Force Lightning - Expert
Force Form: Force Affinity
Saber Form: Form VII - Vaapad variant of Juyo - Master
Form II - Trained
Misc.
Weapon: [x1] Modular Dual Phase Doublesaber *Lava blade*
Completely custom made, this weapon was created to represent the very core of the Echani Sith who wields it. It is formlessly, and endlessly modifiable, allowing the Echani Sith to change the weapon as he goes. Even in its most basic form, this weapon is essentially two 14 inch lightsaber hilts locked together to form a double weapon, meaning that even while engaged in combat he is quite capable of splitting the weapon into twin sabers at his convenience.
-Guard-Shoto Hilt Attachment- When the weapon is split into twin single blade sabers, the Guard Shot Hilt Attachments can be used to form a pair of dual tonfa-like Guard-Shoto, with concealed needle launchers and retractable tri-edged thrust daggers. The guard shoto's design allowed for a wide variety of blocking, trapping, jabbing and slashing techniques making it a versatile and extremely dangerous weapon. In this configuration the weapon can be held with the blade pointing out for attacking or with the blade pointed back along Akatsuki’s own arm to provide greater defensive cover and allow him to move in very close to his opponent.
-Long Handled Attachment- Adds an extra foot to the already 28 inch double blade configuration, in this form one blade is kept at the normal ľ length setting, while the second blade is set to shoto length. In this form the weapon is extremely easy to swing around the body, using the joints of the body as fulcrums upon which the lightsaber could be levered.
[x2] Nagai Tehk'la swords:
A wicked pair of Nagai Vibroblades, single edged and curved, approximately 36 inches in length, with 29 inch blades, these ultrachrome blades are meant to be used in conjunction with Akatsuki's poison prociciency. They are named, quite fondly, Misery and Malice and are a pair of 'dual' swords, fitting side by side until seperated via a twist of the hilt and are designed to cripple rather than simply wound.
[x1] Nagai Tehk'la dagger, A wicked single edged Ultrachrome vibrodagger with a nasty serrated curve, approximately 22 inches with a 17 inch blade. This dagger is usually potently poisoned in keeping with Akatsuki's poison proficiency and is designed to cripple rather than simply wound.
Items:[x1] C1 personal comlink
[x1] Personal Datapad w/ recorder
[x1] TD2.3 Electrobinoculars
[x1] Roamer-6 breath mask
[x1] Poison Maker's kit
[x1] Electromesh Light Armor suit
[x2] Battle Gauntlets with retractable thrust blades and concealed dart casters
[x2] Battle Grieves with retractable heel spurs and knee mounted concealed dart launchers
Ship: Havoc Modified Scurrg H-6 Fighter/Bomber
Production informationManufacturer:
Nubian Design Collective
Model:
Modified Scurrg H-6 prototype bomber
Technical specifications:Length
22 meters
Maximum acceleration
2,730 G
Maximum speed (atmosphere)
1,000 km/h
Hyperdrive rating:
Class 1.5
Backup Class 10
Shielding:
Forward and Aft Deflector Shield Generators
Armament :
6 laser cannons (Three mounted per wing tip)
1 automated twin laser cannon turret (Dorsal Turret Mount)
1 energy bomblet generator (ammunition generated from ship's power core and dropped via two ventral bomb shoots)
Internal Launcher system for various missiles (rotating rack of 2 concussion missiles, 2 proximity mines, 2 Anti Star Fighter cluster missiles, and 4 Proton Torpedos; located in ventral bay)
Crew:
1 pilot
-Optional- 1 gunner
-Optional- 1 navigator
(Gunner and navigator are optional, can be flown safely via these two positions replaced by 2 onboard astromech droids hardwired into cockpit)
Passengers:
3
Cargo capacity:
10 metric tons
Consumables:
2 weeks
This post has been edited by Seiryu Akatsuki on Oct 25 2009, 11:38 AM
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