First Blood

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First Blood

Postby rayus » Sat Jul 12, 2014 8:38 pm

"First Blood" by Reven Rayus,


Reven Rayus
Ksil Letz
The Guardsmen
The Judge Chokmah
Maseratii “Hamon” Rayus




--- This sim is set 578 years in the past, during early August, of 1813. This was before


Tserra joined the Federation, and outlawed dueling to comply with Federation Law. ---


--- (( This Log will contain blood, violence, and gore, if this sort of thing offends you,


I ask that you please do not continue to read this log. )) ---


To die by the sword;
no finer honor exists;
winter’s grip awaits. - Japanese Death Haiku





Reven stood in a small Bazaar within the Academy, looking over all of the various


goods, and foods. Oh, the food...all manner of things which were probably unhealthy, but oh


so delicious. Fried pies, baked pies, frozen pies, too many for anyone to try them all in


one day. The bazaar was loud, filled with throngs of people, pushing against each other,


haggling over prices. Nearby there was a group of women, cadets at the academy like him,


although a few years older than himself. He couldn't make out exactly what they were saying,


but they seemed to be enjoying themselves, and indeed, it seemed practically everyone were


enjoying themselves. Well, except for a young man standing across the bazaar, Reven wasn't


really sure what his deal was, but it was making his face scrunch up an awful lot, whatever


it was.


Reven did this quite frequently, people watching that is. He would often come to this


bazaar just to see people. Sometimes he liked to watch the street performers, open air


theatre, various musicians, and a plethora of others. Other times, such as now, he just


liked to watch the people go about their business.
Deciding he had done enough watching for now, he walked over to a small stand, and bought


himself a plate of steamed water root, it was crunchy, juicy, and rather plain, as water


root often tended to be. He ate whilst walking, staring at the ground, heading back the way


he came, back to the area where those gossiping girls were earlier, thinking all the while


about how he really needed to make some friends.


Upon looking up, the group of girls were still standing there, only this time Mr. Grumpy


was talking to them, he couldn't make out what they were saying, but Mr. Grumpy sounded


especially grumpy. Suddenly, it happened, Mr. Grumpy hit the girl in the middle of the


group hard, hard enough to send her reeling backwards, he raised his fist to hit her a


second time, Reven dropped his food, and ran in, just in time to block the blow, and to


give the man a reply straight to his jaw.


The man looked stunned, the audacity, that this young man would strike him. "You little


wretch
! You would dare strike me?Do you know who I am? I am Ksil Letz, Second in line of


the clan Tsh'uka
!”


Reven kept his tongue, he knew that only fools, went around spouting off names and titles,


although, unbeknownst to Ksil, Reven himself was the first in line of Clan Anubei. Reven


dropped into a defensive pose, ready to defend the girl, which Ksil had been so insistent


to beat upon.


About that same time a group of Academy Guardsmen arrived, intent on breaking up the fight,


the highest ranking guardsmen spoke, "All right, I saw the whole thing, lets everyone just


calm down, if you must fight take it to the fighting ring
"


Ksil replied almost immediately, with much anger in his voice. "Oh no, Guardsmen, we are


way beyond fighting at this point, this one has offended my honor
! I demand his blood be


spilled in retribution
!”


Reven replied, just as rashly, making the situation worse. "Yeah? I would like to see you


try! Posh little girl like you, probably wouldnt know how to handle a sword in the first


place
."


"Enough!", the head guardsmen said. "We will escort you both before the Judge Chokmah, he


will decide whether or not a duel takes place
."


A short time later, they all stood before the Judge Chokmah, they all gave their testimony,


the girls, the guardsmen, Ksil, and Reven himself. For a long time, the Judge sat thinking.
Finally, after a deafening silence, he spoke. "It is to be my determination, that although


Ksil acted dishonorably by striking the woman unprovoked, by striking him Reven challenged


Ksil's honor, and because of this Ksil does have the right to challenge Reven to a duel to


the death
. Reven should you refuse this duel, shame, and dishonor will be yours."


At this Ksil's face lit up, he felt vindicated, and obviously intended to go through with


the duel.


The Judge Chokmah sighed, and continued speaking. "However Ksil, this offence by Reven is a


light matter, and I urge you to see reason, and rescind your challenge for a duel
."


Ksil shook his head indignantly, "This wretch can either give me his life, or give up his


honor
." He smiled wickedly at Reven, Ksil was sure of himself, sure that Reven would act


the coward, but even if he didn't, Ksil was prepared to fight, in fact he yearned for it.


"So what say you?Will you fight? Or will you flee like the coward we all know you are."


Reven stood there stone faced, for what felt like an eternity, although it was mere


moments. Finally he opened his mouth with grim determination, "I will fight you Ksil, and I


will win
."


The Judge Chokmah stood, and held up his hand. "Very well, since you both seem to be so


determined to spill each others blood, both of you will meet tomorrow at the Arena of the


Ancestors at mid day
. You will supply your own weapons, and armor. Should you lack


either, a Spear, and a shield will be provided for you
."


At this all parties left the Judges hall, to make preparations.





The next day, Reven stood in the room allotted to him at the arena, his father helping him


into armor that once belonged to Reven's Grandfather. It consisted of a coat of mail, old


but strong and sturdy, it showed with various nick's, and cuts it had obviously at one time


seen much use on the battlefield. On top of this he wore a Cuirass of Lamellar, it was much


newer than the mail, made for his Grandfather specifically, out of the leather of a Muur.


Reven's father Hamon as he was known, looked upon his son, and he saw a Tserran warrior of


old, the likes of which were recorded in the scriptures. "My son", he said as Reven stared


at him, giving him his full attention. "You will fight with honor today, this I know. I


also know, that out of you and Ksil, you are the better warrior
. You know this as well.


Dont make foolish decisions on this field today, out of pride."


Reven nodded to his father.


"You rememember what I taught you?", Hamon asked.


Reven nodded again, "Yes, father, I do."


"Recite it to me.", Hamon ordered.


Reven thought for only a moment about the proper phrasing, and then began his


recitation, "Fighting is not about hatred, its about peace. Fighting is not about Power, its


about Grace
. Fighting is not about death, for the sake of death, it is about the honor of


slaying a worthy foe in glorious combat
."


Hamon nodded, handing Reven his Khopesh Charab (Sickle Sword), and his Ganan (Round


shield), and gave his son one final heartfelt hug before he went off to battle.





A few moments later, Reven stood out on the field, surrounding him in the stands were


friends, family, and members of his clan, mixed in with a crowd of people he did not know.


They were probably here for Ksil, he thought to himself.


Suddenly, Chokmah, the Judge stood, and held up his arms for all to be silent, and all fell


silent. "We are gathered here today, to witness honorable combat, between these two young


warriors
." He looked over at a scribe whose job it was to record the battle both on video,


and text, and said, "Let the record show their full names, and titles." He raised his


hands, and pointed at Ksil and Rayus, and spoke in turn. "The combatants are Tsh'uka Peti


Letz Ksil Tah, second in line to the Clan Tsh'uka, holder of the title of Firebrand
. Also


we have Anubei Takotan Rayus Reven Tah, first in line to the Clan Anubei
. Only one will


leave here with their life, but both will leave here with honor
." He looked at both Reven,


and Ksil, nodding. Then, with a solemn tone, he said, "You may begin."


Begin it had, Ksil began charging at Reven. He was wearing a coat of Lamellar armor, with


what appeared to be padding underneath, and he was armed with a rather ornate tower shield,


and a matching broad sword. In fact, all of his equipment was rather fancy looking, however


it for all its beauty, it wasn't really made for combat like Reven's was.


Reven waited for Ksil to come to within a few feet of him, and then steadfast as winter, he


entered the fray. Ksil swung his sword horizontally from the right side, Reven barely


managed to raise his shield to block it. The blow was heavy, and it threw Reven off


balance. Seizing upon his opportunity, Ksil slashed at Reven's exposed side, and Reven


parried with his Khopesh, knocking Ksil's sword aside, then Reven followed up with a bash


from his shield. Ksil weathered this assault, and followed up pushing Reven to the ground


with a might blow from his own shield. Ksil attempted to finish it right then and there,


and using both hands stabbed downward, Reven rolled away, slashing at Ksil's leg as he


scrambled up. Reven's Khopesh bit into Ksil's leg fairly deeply, causing a fair ammount of


blood to ooze out of the wound, and down his leg, spattering the white sand a shade of


crimson.


Infuriated, Ksil rushed Reven, slashing wildly from left to the right, and from the right


back to the left. Reven had managed to jump back and dodge the first flurry, but the second


knocked his shield aside, and Ksil's blade, sliced through Rayus's coat of mail, leaving a


gash in his shoulder. Reven took a few steps back trying to distance himself from his foe,


his shoulder was bleeding quite profusely, but it could have been worse. Ksil was intent to


finsih this quickly, having already tired of this game, and using his sword, lunged at


Reven. Reven skirted to the side, just in the nick of time, his enemies blade barely


grazing his cuirass. Reven retorted with a flurry of his own, his enemy raised his shield


to protect himself, but Reven's razor sharp Khopesh bit into Ksil's rather beautiful, but


purely decorative shield. Reven's assault destroyed Ksil's shield rendering it effectively


useless. However the assault by Reven left, his unshielded left side open for attack, and


attack Ksil did. With one sharp thrust, Ksil pierced Reven's cuirass, and the mail


underneath as well. The blade slid into Reven's side, sending sharp pain throughout his


body. A moment later Ksil withdrew his blade from Reven's side, causing a volume of blood


to pour out of the wound, then slashed at Reven's face from the left. Reven staggered back


just in time, but the blade cut into the Reven's face just below his left eye.


As Reven stumbled backwards bleeding from multiple wounds, and in a great deal of pain,


Ksil let down his guard, thinking he had beaten his foe. Seeing this Reven mustered all of


his strenght, and advanced on his enemy. With one fell blow, Reven slashed his Khopesh


across the stomach of his enemy. The razor sharp blade of his Khopesh, bit into the


decorative armor of Ksil, slicing into and through his abdomen along the horizontal,


leaving a gaping, and fatal wound in his opponent. Ksil's blood sprayed from the wound


spotting Reven's armor, and pooling at the ground beneath their feet. After what seemed


like an eternity, Ksil crumpled to his knees, and finally fell to the ground, dying of his


wounds.


Reven turned and looked up at the Judge Chokmah, and said in a voice shaking from pain, not


fear. "It is done, I have slain Ksil in honorable combat."


The Judge Chokmah nodded, and said with a booming voice, "Reven Rayus, is the honorable


victor. He has slain Ksil Letz lawfully, and honorably in the presence of many witnesses
.


Let the record show this."


Reven picked up the sword, and broken shield of Ksil, he kept the broken shield as a


trophy, but he returned the sword to Ksil's father. Then turned and left the Arena of the


Ancestors, and returned home with his family.


Reven spent the next week at home in bed, recovering from his wounds, and then made an


appearance at Ksil's funeral as is the custom. One would think his family would be sour at


Reven, but this is not the case. Among Tserran warriors, there is no finer honor than to


die in combat at the hands of a worth enemy.


Then, as if it never happened, Reven returned to the Academy.


Reven opened his eyes, he was aboard the Potemkin standing in front of his trophy case, in


the upper right corner was mounted the broken shield of Ksil Letz. Reven placed his hand


upon the pitted and broken surface of the shield, and nodded honoring his fallen foe.
Suddenly his alarm began beeping, his shift at tactical would be starting in about fifteen


minutes. Rayus closed his trophy case, and turned off his alarm. As he headed out the door


he took one look back at his trophy case. There were so many memories there, he pushed


these from his mind, and continued on his way. His door closing and locking behind him.


To die by the sword;
no finer honor exists;
winter’s grip awaits. - Japanese Death Haiku


The End
First Lieutenant Reven Rayus, Chief Tactical Officer, USS Potemkin.
Lieutenant Netz Shalva'ne, Chief Operations Officer, Starbase 27.
(Retired) Captain Mikaria Araskan, Marine Detachment Commanding Officer, Uss Kentucky. (Retired)
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