Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Gentleman: IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
The City of Santa Destroy was seemingly empty of people today. Good thing, too, for one person. The less people were in his way, the sooner he would get to his target: some jackass who had risen to take the number 2 spot.
The person in particular was the No. 1 Assassin of this city, the Crownless King, and the world’s deadliest nerd: Travis Touchdown. His crimson jacket and fiery-orange sunglasses made him unmistakable as he rode through the city on his bike, the Schpeltiger.
Travis ground to a halt just outside of a building, then stepped off his bike. He’d known that the Number One spot would attract challenges, but he just didn’t know it would be this many.
Oh well. What’re you gonna do?
Travis entered the lavish building and stepped into the elevator. Knowing these guys, he’d be at the top floor. It was like clockwork: target is at the top floor in what’s supposed to be symbolism, they fight, Travis wins, end of story.
The elevator doors slid open and Travis’ jaw dropped. There in front of him were the bodies of people in suits, some still holding weapons, and others having been de-limbed or beheaded. Travis’ jaw didn’t drop in shock or fright, but rather disbelief. What kind of freak could have beat him here?
Travis didn’t have long to find out as he followed the trail of destruction: mutilated bodies, broken glass from windows and light fixtures, charred walls and floor, and finally the splintered wood and wrecked metal that used to be doors. There, in the room that had the blown-off doors, stood a hooded figure towering over a headless corpse that matched the description of the guy who had risen to the Number Two spot.
Royally pissed now, Travis entered the room. “Hey, pal, got a moment?” he called.
The man turned, his hood and cloak obscuring his features, but did not answer. Travis unclipped his iconic Beam Katana from his belt.
“Either tell me what your business is with MY target or get your f***ing head cut off.” Travis challenged.
The man didn’t answer, but rather reached up and removed his cloak to reveal a young man with short-cut black hair, tattered garbs that might have been training gear at one point, and what appeared to be the hilts of energy swords strapped to his belt. He was none other than Vader’s secret apprentice, “Starkiller”.
Starkiller remained silent as he reached down, took one of the hilts in his hand, and with a single flex, ignited it. A plasma blade the color of fire emerged from inside the weapon. Travis raised a brow at this.
“Gonna let that do the talking for you?” Travis asked, then smirked, “Hate to admit it, but I like the way you think. Let’s do this…”
With a flex of his thumb, Travis ignited his Tsubaki MKIII, this odd weapon strongly resembling Starkiller’s and having a blade the color of sunlight in a forest. Taking the grip in both hands like a samurai, Travis readied himself.
On this day, two master assassins and killers of the best fighters ever would clash swords. Only one would emerge alive and retain his spot as “best of the best”.
Both moved with incredible speed, the distance between them vanishing in the blink of an eye. Their blades locked with a lightning-like crackle for a few tense seconds before they parted and exchanged blows with their respective energy blades.
Starkiller struck swiftly and strongly and, to his mild surprise, Travis managed to keep up a defense and struck back with equal speed and skill, good enough to keep Starkiller on his wits to properly block the bluish-white streaks of energy that were his beam katana.
Starkiller circled around his opponent, striking from other angles in an attempt to find a kink in his armor. Travis tracked and mimicked him, making sure that he didn’t leave himself open while searching his own opponent for a shatterpoint in his fighting style. Strangely enough, Starkiller’s expression was unchanging and his style matched Travis’ move-for-move.
Starkiller was amused that this guy had managed to keep up so well so far, but decided that it was time to finish this game already. With a flex of his mind and a gesture of his hand, the semicircular desk to his right lifted off the ground and spun like a discus as it flew at Travis.
Travis barely saw it out of the corner of his eye and vaulted over the heavy projectile. By the time he touched back down on the ground, though, Starkiller was there to meet him. Only a maddeningly-fast raise of his beam katana saved him from losing his head. When Starkiller’s crimson blade met Travis’ green, Vader’s apprentice raised his foot and thrust it into Travis’ midsection, sending the assassin tumbling across the ground.
Starkiller leapt after him, intent on plunging his crimson blade into Travis’ midsection and ending the fight there. Fate, it seemed, was against him this time because Travis flipped back to his feet and sidestepped the oncoming blade.
A split-second later, Starkiller felt Travis wrap his arms around his midsection. With a heave from his opponent, Starkiller was lifted clean off the ground and plowed, headfirst, into the ground behind the Crownless King. Travis smirked, then prepared to drive the tip of his beam katana into his opponent’s forehead and finish this freak once and for all.
Starkiller rolled onto his back and, rather than raise his lightsaber, he put up a hand and Travis’ blade froze in mid-thrust, as if the man wielding it had his arms held up by iron shackles and chains. Travis plainly had no idea what in the hell was going on and looked at his halted mid-attack in surprise.
He had little time to think, though, because the next second, he was catapulting forward and smashed face-first into the wall with an audible “crunch”. As he fell in a crumpled heap, his Tsubaki Mk. III flew from his slackened grip and hovered just in front of Starkiller, who had now risen back to his feet. Travis got up just in time to see his iconic weapon slowly disassemble itself, piece-by-piece, before the components fell to the floor.
“%^&$! That’s gonna cost me a fortune to repair!” Travis cussed, but grinned as he took another weapon from inside his crimson jacket, “Too bad I brought a few spares!”
Within a second, Travis had a pair of red-and-white hilts in each hand and each one ignited to form a curved, crimson energy blade. He gave the Rose Nasty blades a good spin, then rushed Starkiller with a flurry of swings. Starkiller met each one with his single blade, but couldn’t quite find an opening to attack: Travis’ swings were that fast and came from almost every direction and the challenge of blocking every swing was tough, even for the art of Soresu, the most defensive of lightsaber combat arts.
Starkiller blocked a swing, then turned it into a forward push that staggered Travis, then reached to his belt and unhooked another lightsaber. A second burst of red energy burst from his fist and the already-dark expression on his face increased.
NOW things were serious.
Starkiller leapt at Travis like a predator and swung down hard with one of his lightsabers only to see Travis parry it. He quickly followed up with a second swing only to see Travis leap backwards to evade it. Travis quickly closed the distance and followed up with a swing that Starkiller so narrowly evaded that he earned a gash on his cheek. Better that than having his face cleaved in two.
Starkiller put his hand forward and Travis soared through the air as the Force pushed him clean off the ground. His back slammed into the wall with a resounding “thud”, yet he had regained his balance as soon as he touched the ground. Good thing his senses were strangely still intact, for he rolled sideways to avoid a whirling red disc hurling straight at him. A split-second later, he realized that that disc was actually one of his opponent’s whirling lightsabers, for it returned straight to Starkiller’s hand like a boomerang.
Travis would have to practice that trick sometime…
Travis quickly darted towards Starkiller and his Rose Nasty reignited as he performed a series of slashes that Starkiller met blow-for-blow. The merest glance would gut him like a fish.
Starkiller noticed Travis’ position, then pushed him away with a combination of his own physical strength and amplification through the Force. Then he clenched his whole body and a strange energy seemed to encompass him and gather more energy towards him, even going so far as to attract loose objects from the previously thrown desk to the bodies that littered the room. Travis didn’t know what was going on, but tried to keep his footing as he felt himself also starting to gravitate towards that pulsating energy.
Once enough had been gathered, Starkiller unleashed a roar and the energy surged outward in all directions. Everything that had gathered around him or got too close was blasted backward, Travis included.
The Crownless King smashed through the window (though whether or not the Force Maelstrom did that earlier was anyone’s guess) and fell all five stories to the ground with a CRASH.
Starkiller strode to the edge of the window and peered down the building’s side like a bird of prey. His eyes fell on Travis Touchdown, far below, lying in a heap. He had just thought about turning away with another victory in hand when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Travis roll over on his hands and knees and, shakily, get back up. He had shrugged off that five-story fall like he had just tripped on the sidewalk.
Scowling in disdain and growling in disbelief, Starkiller leapt out the window and plummeted like a falcon. Five stories he fell, yet landed on his feet like a youngling jumping off a swing, the Force cushioning his fall to cause him no harm. He landed not too far away from Travis, who gaped for a brief moment in surprise.
With a flex of his mind, Starkiller lifted two luxurious-looking cars from their parked position outside the building and sent them barreling at Travis. Travis yelped in surprise, then took a running start at Starkiller, sliding on his knees to avoid getting pulverized by the first car and springing off the roof of the second one. He came down, beam katana poised to chop Starkiller clean down the center, when Starkiller reached out with one of his hands. Lightning speared from his fingertips and caught Travis full-on, the assassin howling in pain as he fell to the ground, body smoking.
Travis got back up once again, much to Starkiller’s dislike, and charged once more, his speed surprising Starkiller yet again as he swung wildly. After a brief exchange, Starkiller locked both his blades with a crackle.
It didn’t last. The next second, Starkiller had maneuvered the blades away, then lifted a hand. Travis levitated a full five feet off the ground and, with another flick of Starkiller’s mind, the Rose Nasty blades flew from his grip, still ignited, and slashed him across the midsection in turn, creating an X-shaped gash on his shirt. With one final reach into the Force, Travis was sent flying backwards.
Travis flipped back to his feet, then reached to his belt again and pulled out another Beam Katana, this one igniting in a much longer, fiery-orange blade. It was his strongest and longest-reaching blade yet, the Peony. Travis positioned the blade so that it faced behind him and it rippled with rapidly-gathering energy. When that energy reached its peak, Travis launched himself at Starkiller, jumping and twisting his body to increase the amount of torque he generated.
Starkiller raised both lightsabers to block, but the force Travis hit him with was actually enough to stagger him and force him to adjust his footing. Travis smirked, then turned and swung from the opposite angle, and Starkiller parried yet again. Just what Travis hoped he’d do and, with a wide spin of his blade, Starkiller maneuvered the lightsabers aside and sprinted forward to plant the soles of both his sneakers into Starkiller’s chest.
Starkiller tumbled backward, but had just caught himself when Travis thumped him in the head again with a solid kick that sent him flat out on his back. Smirking, Travis raised Peony into the air to cleave his opponent in two. Yet, when the beam katana came down, a lightsaber flew into Starkiller’s hand and he raised it to block. Travis pushed harder on his blade in an attempt to make Starkiller decapitate himself. The Master of the Force, however, was much stronger than he let on and kept the blade without his arm giving way too suddenly or quickly. But he couldn’t hold it up against the power of Peony for long. He had to do something quick.
Starkiller raised his free hand and lightning forked from his palm and nailed Travis full in the chest, surging through his body and burning it like a corrosive acid in his bloodstream. It was enough to make him backtrack a few steps in an attempt to get out of it.
Vader’s apprentice got to his feet, then reached into the Force and picked up the first object he could find around him…a white motorcycle with orange emblazoned on different parts of its side and rear.
Travis shook the cobwebs out of his head, looked over at his opponent, and saw just what he was about to do. All he could do was shout “NOOOOOO!” as he rolled out of the way of his own motorbike as it flew at him like a torpedo. The vehicle missed Travis, but hit the ground, front-first before tumbling across the landscape like a wheel. When it ground to a halt, it was no more than a wreck of metal, rubber, and chipped paint.
Travis looked over at the wreckage, then back at Starkiller. “That’s it.” He said, a strange aura suddenly developing around him, “NOW you’ve pissed me off!”
Travis moved so fast that only a desperate Force Leap prevented Starkiller from being cleaved in two. The minute he touched down, though, Travis was already there to meet him, swinging his beam katana wildly. Starkiller evaded a swipe and retaliated by swinging one of his lightsabers. The blade should have severed his arm, yet didn’t appear to do any damage in the slightest.
Travis whirled around to strike and Starkiller raised a blade to parry only to realize the swing never happened. A swift turn and a mad raise of his blade stopped Travis’ blade from taking his life in an instant. Starkiller reached out to the Force and did it as soon as a small opening presented itself, and Travis was lifted five feet off the ground and thrown backward to tumble across the ground some ten yards away. His “dark side” may have been invulnerable, but it wasn’t impossible to manipulate or move him as Starkiller proved.
Travis spun to his feet like a break-dancer and charged again. Starkiller, by that time, decided to even the playing field. He closed his eyes and a bluish aura slowly engulfed his body. He opened his eyes just as Travis had crossed the distance and aimed to take his head off.
Starkiller met him with equal speed. He wasn’t struggling to keep up anymore. Blade-to-blade and speed-for-speed, they were equal. The clashing warriors were now no more than a storm of plasma as blades the color of fire bounced off each other. Both moved so fast that it was almost impossible to make out who was who.
Note that it was ALMOST impossible to make them out, as their abilities differed.
Starkiller, in mid-battle and with astonishing focus, reached into the force and made a spectacular bound clean over Travis’ head. He landed just where Travis stood, then turned and raised a hand. A massive chunk of the building behind Travis tore itself free of the structure and fell at him like a comet.
The curse that escaped Travis’ lips would have made a Corellian deckhand blush, and he ran as fast as he could to avoid getting crushed beneath it. He made a spectacular dive mere milliseconds before it hit the ground with a deafening CRASH, just missing him.
As he got to his feet from the dive, though, Travis cussed again. Why? Because that dark aura that had put base-form Starkiller on the ropes had chosen that time to fade away…and Starkiller was now rushing at him with a focused stare as hard as steel.
Travis had some trouble fighting this guy blade-to-blade before, but now that his Dark Side was long gone, he was hip-deep in SERIOUS crap now. Starkiller’s blades whirled at him, aiming to take his head off each time, some even faster than most of the top guns of the UAA.
Every now and then, Travis would make a mad swing at Starkiller only to miss him by a mile and return back to the defensive before Starkiller could turn him into mincemeat. But just as Travis had managed to push away his opponent for a moment and had just wound up to swing, he noticed that the hum of his beam katana was no longer audible. A brief glance at his weapon and he found that the orange blade had dissipated.
His weapon had run out of power under the mad swings he had made at Starkiller and the punishment it had taken from mentioned warrior’s lightsabers.
“No good piece of…” Before Travis could finish the curse, he had just been sent rocketing back again by Starkiller’s Force Push. But this was no ordinary push, as Travis found out, his eyes widening as Starkiller added Force Lightning to the blast of telekinetic energy. The result was that the Force Push became a lightning-charged sphere of death aimed right at him.
The resulting explosion of telekinesis and electrical energy, which was the Sith Seeker detonating on contact with Travis, could be heard from miles away. Yet, from the crater of the explosion and the debris created from wrecked landscaping and vehicles, Travis emerged with body aches from HELL…and a still extinguished beam katana.
Travis new he needed his weapon back in working condition and fast, so he gripped it hard in his right hand and began to shake it up and down as if he was-never mind. After a few shakes, the blade crackled back into existence.
His timing couldn’t have been better because he quickly raised his blade to stop both of Starkiller’s lightsabers. The blade of his own Peony was now so close to his face that he could feel the heat radiating from it, and the crackle of it holding back Starkiller’s own blades was like a point-blank lightning storm in his ears.
Starkiller pushed harder and harder until Travis just couldn’t hold him back anymore. This guy was CRAZY strong and the Crownless King was forced to sidestep out of the way.
Starkiller pressed his assault, his lightsabers now no more than neon-red blurs. Each blow aged Travis a decade, slamming into his beam katana like a hammer on an anvil.
Travis made yet another attempt to strike his opponent and soon wished that he hadn’t. After blocking his opponent’s blade, Starkiller sent lightning at him. This was much stronger than any lightning he had used before, as Travis could tell. Before, it felt agonizing, but now it felt like every single cell in his body was blazing with open flame.
With his opponent’s defenses down, Starkiller seized this opportunity. He barraged Travis with a flurry of swings. Two, four, eight times his lightsabers moved. And every swing was a direct hit to his opponent’s abdomen, staggering Travis and earning a yelp in pain from him.
Despite his injuries, Travis still didn’t fall, much to Starkiller’s frustration. But that was the last thing you wanted Starkiller to do: fight while angry. Many a Jedi and Imperial Trooper had made that same mistake.
None lived to tell the tale.
Starkiller lifted Travis clean off the ground with the Force, then used it to pick up nearby debris and the wreckage of nearby vehicles, then used it to send the objects hurtling at the helplessly-floating assassin. Each object from a hunk of the building to a fragment of car slammed into Travis like a wrecking ball, and he couldn’t do anything except flail about in a futile attempt to break the hold and just take each battering as it came.
Starkiller finished his combo by throwing his lightsaber, embedding the blade of plasma in Travis’ chest, then followed up by sending him rocketing to the building’s stairway, Travis tumbling as he hit the ground. Starkiller almost turned to leave, but sensed that Travis’ presence had not faded.
The Crownless King staggered to his feet, his shirt torn and his chest severely burned (the lightsaber in his chest not helping at all). He was still alive; all the pain he was feeling was proof of that.
Starkiller’s face hardened and, with a roar, he charged Travis yet again. Travis saw an opportunity in this: if his opponent bull-headedly charged him, he could simply stick his Beam Katana right into his face and bring an end to this once and for all.
“Come on!” Travis challenged, “Come get me if you can!”
Starkiller was closing in fast, whether or not the Force was enhancing his running speed was a difficult thing to judge. Travis smirked as Starkiller stupidly entered the killing range of the Peony and swung, aiming to take the Secret Apprentice’s head off.
He had expected Starkiller to raise his lightsaber and break his offensive, or attempt an evasive that would ultimately result in the loss of a few body parts. So, one could imagine Travis’ surprise when Starkiller merely slid down on his knees to evade the blade without so much as slowing down. This was a dangerous stunt to pull off because, had the beam katana been positioned lower, then he would have been sheared down his body from the hip to the scalp.
Travis quickly followed up with a downward chop. Starkiller countered by rising back to his feet, and the end-blow happened in less than the blink of an eye.
A twist of the body and a flash of red… and the Peony fell to the ground, Travis’ sheared-off hands still clutching it in a death-grip.
Travis stared, unblinkingly, at the stumps of his arms, and could only stare at the seared flesh and leather of his jacket sleeves. Starkiller’s lightsabers had cleaved through both his arms right in the middle of his forearms.
With a flick of the Force, Starkiller removed the lightsaber from Travis’ chest, then took both blades and crossed them at Travis’ neck.
Travis was trapped. He had no means of fighting back, his weapon and means of using such a weapon lay just a meter in front of him and completely out of commission. If he so much as moved, Starkiller’s lightsabers would end him for certain.
He could only fall to his knees and look up at the face of his killer. For a brief moment, he thought his life would be spared, his life as an assassin being the one that ended here. But after that look into his opponent’s gaze, he didn’t see someone with his honor code.
He only saw his death.
The crimson blades crossed at his neck, then uncrossed like scissors. SNIP.
And everything became NOTHING.
TRAVIS TOUCHDOWN: DEAD!
Gentleman: Well, looks like the UAA’s got a new top gun…
Ray: Travis may have been tenacious, quick, and adaptive, but Starkiller’s supernatural senses and enhanced physique, combined with ludicrously-powerful Force Powers ultimately triumphed. They'd have to if he's powerful enough to pull a spacecraft that's over a MILE long out of the sky.
Gentleman: Though one could certainly relate to how annoying Starkiller found it that Travis survived most of the crap he put him through. But it turns out that even Travis’ superhuman durability has limits.
Ray: And while Travis’ Deathblow abilities might have swung the fight more in his favor, such moves are not available to him during boss fights like this particular battle. Even if he DID have access to them, he would need INSANE amounts of luck to utilize them, so wildcards are just as likely to backfire on the user as they are to aid them.
Gentleman: Travis’ “Dark Side” helped put him on an even level with Starkiller, but it does not make him invulnerable to telekinesis/Force Manipulation and it is NOT unavoidable, much like how the incredibly-quick Margaret Moonlight was able to evade his quickened strikes.
Ray: Unlike Travis, Starkiller has access to all of his powers at any given time, the Force allows him to keep up with this speedy opponent and burn his enemy at a distance, and his lightsabers are far more reliable than the Beam Katana in all of its variants.
Gentleman: In other words, Starkiller is stronger, more adaptive, and more consistent than Travis.
Ray: The winner is Starkiller.
+Greater quality skill and training
+Capable with both long- and short-range combat
+Force Powers are ridiculously powerful
+Powers require no specific circumstances to be used
+Force’s guidance allows him to keep up
+More reliable melee weapon
+Slightly quicker striking speed
+More hand-to-hand combat skill
+Durability exceeds Starkiller’s
-Lacks ranged attacks
-No preternatural abilities
-Vulnerable to Mind Trick
-Stronger attacks require specific circumstances/luck