A bone to pick

Richter stormed into the academy full of sith. He had heard the sith emperor was here for what ever reason and Richter had a major bone to pick with him. "Try to take my money, pay me less then what we agree, who is he to mess with a madalorian." muttered Richter under his breath. Confused sith trainees or what ever there called stared at him. A random mandalorian in full armor running at full run into the academy.

"Excuse me!" said a guard. Richter didn't guess he was a force sensitive cause he was holding a blaster. Without saying anything with knocked the gun out of the guy's hand and punched him in the gut. The man fell. Not very much of a guard. thought Richter. Then through the mic in his helmet said. "I heard the sith emperor is here today and i need to speak with him, Immediately!" Richter paused. I don't care if i work or him and i'm swore loyalty to him my loyalty last as long as i get my full pay. thought Richter

Darth Jenzo Fawm stood there patiently, hearing the loud thud of the Mandalorians armor. This armor was special, most Mandalorian weapons and armor were designed to surpass a jedi, but, coming into the Sith Academy alone was just foolish, incredibly bold... But foolish. Mandalorians were meant for the 'fight' for conflict, fit to be the greatest warriors, strangely, it was rare for a Mandalorian to be a force sensitive, with your average midi-chlorion count. Eventually, the Mandalorian was in range of the Sith Emperor. With his arms folded, he merely stood there, from atop stairs, looking down on the strong Mandalorian. With a notion of his hand, the Sith Warriors and Assassins backed away from the Mandalorian, and the Sith Acolytes went back to their training. "Well... Richter Tevan... It seems you've actually survived my recent bounty on Jedi Weaponmaster Tyvull." Stated Darth Jenzo Fawm loudly. "I can tell from the rage flowing from you... You are dissappointed, and angry." Examined the Dark Lord from behind his ancient mask. Without moving, he simply waited for a response.

"Disappointed?" questioned Richter angrily. "DISAPPOINTED! I'm outraged! You only payed me a quarter of what you promised!" Richter breathed heavily. "I am a madalorian, my people helped you take down your jedi enemies. We do not expect to be ripped off!" Some of the new sith trainees that were pretty much wimps moved back a little as some of the guards did." Richter paused a second. "I don't know what the heck the farce or what ever it's called does to your head, but you can't rip probably your most powerful allies off!." An idea popped in Richter's head. "Look i'll just leave and act as i got paid in full and none of this ever happened if you beat me in a duel. Some of the people watching started to whisper. "A duel he will never last a second." they whispered. Richter continued. "Not your people's duel, my peoples duel. No farce, no armor, no weapons, just hand to hand combat. Also we do it in the traditional way." Richter paused. "But because your an emperor we can change it a bit so all we wear is a shirt and pants"

"It was a test... For a Mandalorian who is praised by his people, you are a greedy one. But, I suppose being a bounty hunter, you have denied some of your honor as a true warrior of Mandalore." Taunted the Dark Lord calmly, standing there, with his arms folded into one another. After taunting, the Mandalorian had proposed a duel... Being in front of his believers, he couldn't deny the duel... He needed to further prove himself as their leader, gain even more of their respect, and influence. "I'll accept your duel... But, I will not remove my mask." Replied the Sith Emperor calmly. Darth Jenzo Fawm silently turned away, walking away from the Mandalorian, he was going to get changed into his clothes.

...After 5 minutes of changing, and patience amongst his believers, Darth Jenzo Fawm walked out collectedly, wearing his mask, and his clothing. (Look at his appearance in my Character's app. He appears like the one spoiler labeled "Without Armor, Normally In Robes.") The Dark Lord stepped down from his stairs, now levelling with the Mandalorian, it seemed the Mandalorian was already prepared for this. Getting into an old Jedi stance he had been taught and mastered back in the Jedi Order, he readied himself for the duel, hunching slightly, stretching out both of his arms widely, one arm stretched out upwards, the other downwards, and his legs in a stiff formation. The Dark Lord waited for his opponnents first move.

"You may think i'm greedy but i'm not." said Richter. "Three fourths of the money i make goes to my people." Richter then walked into another room and changed so he only have a shirt and pants on. "If i may ask you something. Why do you wear a mask. Is it so when you pass the next emperor can take your title, or is it you wanted a symbol for your empire and you don't want to use your face because you could escape if you were to fall or are you afraid of what your followers would really think of you. I wear my helmet as a symbol of my people, why do you wear your mask?" after he finished his question he started the duel. Some of the sith trainees became interested on the duel and left there studies to watch. Richter didn't look over at them he learned to pay attention in a duel, he learn that hard way on mandalore, these duels were a great way to break arms and legs.

Darth Jenzo Fawm patiently waited... Prepared for his opponnent to strike. Apparently, he had hesistated, and instead of starting to fight, he began to converse with the Dark Lord. "Why I wear this Mask is none of your concern... A mere bounty hunter such as yourself, would never understand." Claimed the Sith Emperor sternly. "If you will not strike the first blow, then I shall. Brace yourself Mandalorian." Suddenly, the Dark Lord swung his left arm, with his fist balled up, next to the Bounty Hunter's right cheek to distract him, then, using his right hand, he had opened up his palm and struck upward against the Mandalorians chin. Prepared to intitiate the next move, the Dark Lord waited for the Mandalorian to respond to his movement.

(ooc: he's not wearing his helmet now he was using and example)

(OOC: Edited.)

Richter blocked both blows and grabbed his arm to hold him down. "You have some power behind that's not the furce or whatever it's called." Richter aimed to knee him the gut. After that he jumped back a bit then followed with a left hook and a round kick to the side. By now a crowd was gathering, of course they were rooting for fawm but richter wasn't paying attention to them. Richter laughed as they fought. "I haven't have a fight this good for years." said Richter. The more he fought the faster he fought putting more power behind his blows. They were still blockable by all means. Richter smiled. This is going to be fun. thought richter

Darth Jenzo Fawm was quickly held down. But, as Richter aimed to knee Darth Jenzo Fawm in the gut, the Dark Lord broke out of the Bounty Hunters grip, and used his wrist to prevent any damage, he had pushed the Bounty Hunter back. As the Bountu Hunter struck at the Dark Lord with a hook kick, the Dark Lord quickly blocked with his left arm, and struck at the Bounty Hunters chest with his right palm. However, the roundkick to his side was a success for the Bounty Hunter, and Darth Jenzo Fawm was knocked down, ignoring the pain, the Dark Lord quickly hopped back up, right before hitting his head against the surface of the floor. The fellow Sith had been rooting for Darth Jezno Fawm, however due to his cold personality the Emperor ignored their praise, he was in the midst of battle. The Bounty Hunter continued striking quicker and heavier... This style of fighting was certainly unique to the Mandalorians, but, this wasn't Darth Jenzo Fawm's first battle with Mandalorians, they were fighters... Naturals. With repeated blocks, Darth Jenzo Fawm quickly spun to the side hovering in the air, stretching out both his legs, and landing them heavily towards the Mandalorians shoulders.

Richter grabbed the heel of Fawm's foot, however it was to close for richter. Richter then push the heels up which should make fawm flip. After he did that he jumped out of range. His shoulders were sore form blocking the kick but it didn't do that much damage as fawm planned. "You remind me of a guy i once fought. He did the same thing but i let it hit. Not going to let that happen." said richter. Richter kept up his combos. Richter punched towards the head twice. Then followed with a hook to the left, right and the right again. He finished the combo with two round kicks and a side kick. Richter couldn't tell if fawm was tgetting tired. One of the reasons madalorians could stand against jedi was because of the years of train ever seance they could walk and how long the could fight. Richter punched and parried blows. To fawm this was probably a fight. To richter it was a game he fought probably hundreds of fights. I'm going to end this. thought richter. Richter then probably use one of the basic finishing moves he knew. A jab to the side and a kick to the back then putting the person in a full headlock.

The kick was a success, but, it hadn't done the amount of damage intended, which was strange... Perhaps it was the Bounty Hunters physique which was made for this sort of combat. Immediately after the kick, and before the Dark Lord could land safely the Mandalorian had flipped him off, Darth Jenzo Fawm flung backwards, due to a backflip caused by the 1st Class Bounty Hunter, and, with the lack of the force, it would be difficult to re-situate himself, however, before he hit the ground, and exactly when it was about to hit, he had purposefully curled in a ball, and rolled backwards, not taking very much damage from the fall. Regaining posture, he stood up. The Dark Lord enabled the Mandalorian to punch towards his head, because the Mask shielded its front side, it would only cause damage to the Mandalorians fist, and cause absoultely no damage to the Dark Lord's mask because it wasn't normal metal at all, it was Sith Alchemy. Then, the Bounty Hunter followed up with a hook to the right and a hook punch to the left, for the fist to his right, he had grabbed the Mandalorians wrist, and twisted it, but, the hook to the left was more damaging, and actually his the Dark Lord... He walked back slowly, not out of fear, but, out of the instant pain coming with that strike. Ignoring the pain, he regained his posture once more. Then, the Mandalorian had initated two round kicks, these were more predictable, so, once the feet came around to strike, or the leg, he had crossed his arms into one another, and stretched out his elbows bluntly, so now, the stronger part of his arms would take the damage, which wouldn't be so bad. With the side kick, the Mandalorian had already done it before, so, right before the leg hit, the Dark Lord used his own strength, to push the Mandalorian away, and, since one leg was extended the other wasn't he'd lack balance when he landed, hitting the floor heavily. After getting up from the recent blow, the Mandalorian had prepared to finish this the Mandalorian quickly jabbed against the Dark Lord's side, which was blocked by the Dark Lord's right arm, but, by suprise, he had plainly kicked Darth Jenzo Fawm in the back, this caused him to be pushed forward, leaving him open for the worst... A headlock.

Now, the Dark Lord was in a headlock. The Mandalorian was the clear and honorable victor. The Sith around the Dark Lord were astonished that a simple Mandalorian could take down one known as "The greatest Sith of this Era". With the Dark Lord in a headlock, he merely concentrated himself... "It seems the Sith have underestimated your prowess... I am impressed. You have won." Complimented the Dark Lord, even within this restricted state. "Perhaps in the future, when the Sith are public again... We'll call for you, and use you prominently." Still in the headlock the Dark Lord waited for a response... His intellectual mind was telling him to use the force, to get out of this situation of a headlock, but, the honor of Darth Jenzo Fawm himself, something strange to the Sith, allowed the Mandalorian to keep him locked. The Dark Lord awaited for his release from the Bounty Hunter's hold.

Richter laugh happily letting go of the head lock and holding out an arm to help the emperor up. "You fought with the heart of a madalorian." said richter helping the emperor up. Richter looked at the people watch and could help but laugh at there faces. "More sith need to learn to fight like you, with more heart and less strength." commented Richter. "By the way what is that mask made of it didn't feel like metal." Richter turned around and went into the other room to get his armor back on. He came back in the room and some of the people watching left to get lunch, others were still dumb struck. Richter waited for the emperor to answer.

The Emperor had lost the duel, but, calmly the Dark Lord got up on his own... He didn't want to show any signs of support or weakness in front of his subordinates. It wasn't as if he didn't appreciate the Bounty Hunters offer, but, he couldn't give in to the help, he needed to remain strong to the Sith, intimidating. "The Sith are none of your concern... Bounty Hunter." The Dark Lord said sternly, once more, viewing intimidation and control. The Mandalorian asked about the Mask he bore... Instead of answering right away, he had walked away to change, along with the Mandalorian, of course, the Dark Lord went into his quarters to change, and the Mandalorian went into an empty dormitory not in use. Eventually, they came out, now, the Sith Emperor bore his Sith Alchemic armor, some of the Sith left to gather their food, others remained in place puzzled. "I have no intention of explaining this mask to a Bounty Hunter. One like yourself, can never understand the Force, and its physical properties." Claimed Darth Jenzo Fawm calmly. "You may leave this place now... I shall send you a holocron if we're to meet in secret again for future jobs." Addressed the Dark Lord, still showing signs of confidence within the Bounty Hunter. Then, the Dark Lord turned around, his cape swaying slightly, his hood up, as he walked up the short amount of stairs, into the main hall, which would lead into his quarters. Once the Dark Lord dismissed himself, the rest of the Sith did. The Dark Lord trusted that the Bounty Hunter knew his way out of the Academy.

Richter was a bit hurt when Fawm didn't let him help. "Let me leave you with these leaving words." said Richter. "Accepting help does not make you weak. It shows you have a strength others don't, The strength to show you have weaknesses, The strength to show friendship,The strength to show that you can rely on others for strengh you don't have." The last thing he said richter was sure would stick with the emperor. "Like a true leader." Richter turned around and left.

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(OOC: You'd have to have said this outside of the Dark Lord's presence, because if you didn't, he'd certainly respond because that goes against his own philosophy of a good leader.)

(ooc: He said it to him as he left he was walking away form richter and richter didn't stay to hear what he had to stay :\)

(OOC: But, my character left before you started your post, so he would've left before Richter. )

(OOC: He could still of said it while he was walking away)

(OOC: Fine, fine... Thats agreeable.)