4 Push 2 Jump 2 Shield 4 Speed 2 Cloak 2 Wave 2 Sight 2 Telekinesis 3 Rage 3 Storm Total: 26
Kev-Mas, after being stranded on Hoth from a hyperdrive malfunction of the Crimson Phoenix, had holed up in the ancient Echo Base, and managed to restore power to the ancient outpost. In the old communication center of Echo Base, Kev-Mas tried his attempts at a distress call, intended for the ears of the Remsian Republic only. "This is Gurei Shishou Kev-Mas Colcha," said Kev-Mas, handling the ancient piece of comm equipment in his hands, "I am stranded on Hoth - Echo Base to be exact, with a malfunctioning hyperdrive. I'd appreciate it if I got some assistance in returning home." However, unbeknown to Kev-Mas, the dated equipment made it quite easy for an eavesdropper to intercept the call - which is exactly what happened, as a certain Inquisitor managed to catch on to his call.
It was just then that Kev-Mas felt something in the force he wasn't expecting to feel. Someone else. "That's interesting," thought Kev-Mas, while under his helmet, his crimson hued cybernetic eyes' thermal vision activating, searching for anyone else who might be in the area, "What would anyone else be doing on this force forsaken ball of ice..." Just then, it was made apparent, as he spotted a form of a cloaked figure, who, strangely, radiated with the Dark Side of the Force. "This can't be good..." thought Kev-Mas, instinctively deactivating his thermal vision and reaching for and grabbing his black, pronged-emitter lightclub, removing it from his belt clip. With a commanding voice, sounding like a Stormtrooper with a Coruscanti accent, he alerted the intruder to his presence, slowly walking out, the soles of his armored boots clunking on the pavement. "Halt! Who are you, and why are you here!?"
“How do I know you’ll duel him?” Moe had fished about in his obsidian robes, and pulled a colourful square of flimsi that he made to hand to the wary half-elf, but snatched it back at the last moment. “I’m supposed to ask, do you know about Photoshop?” “Never heard of the drokker.” “Okay. Here you go, then.” Yav’s eyes bulged as he held the picture in his shaking fist, initial dismay turning to a growing anger that burned through him. “Trip? That's my...” When he had first worked with Ysanne Isard, she had been a young field agent in the Senate Bureau of Intelligence, and his favourite pet name for her, was derived from her S.B.I. callsign at the time: “Triple-X”. “That's my girlfriend.” “Is it really?! Gosh, a coincidence, and no mistake.” Moe leaned over Yav’s shoulder to point at the pic’. “I can get you that in one-sheet size, if you like.” The Sentinel knew he was being less than subtle, but was only too aware that Nelf had trouble ‘reading between the lines’. “What lines?” The telepathic Inquisitor growled, eyes burning scarlet as he consciously drew upon the Dark Side for the encounter ahead, the power infusing him and now colouring his speech. In his mind, the bottom-most of a column of five alert signs, illuminated to the sound of a two-tone klaxon: DEFCON 5.
"I am here to teach you some manners," said the intruder, after the ignition of his lightsaber. "Speak for yourself," said Kev-Mas, sending the attempt to intimidate him back at the intruder, igniting his lightclub, the crimson blade coming to life with a distinctive snap-hiss, extending to a length about as long as Kev-Mas was tall, "I was here first, you know." Kev-Mas, utilizing what appeared to be the opening stance of Form V, standing with his main hand side facing his opponent, holding his lightclub with both hands out from his body, pointed upward in a diagonal motion in the direction of his off hand side, then transitioning into an opening salute, bringing the saber upright and held straight, while turning to face the opponent directly. Quickly after that, Kev-Mas moved in for the strike, sending a strong sweeping blow at his opponent's off hand side. However, while doing so, recognizing his opponent's use of the Soresu Stance, he did something he rarely did - he didn't put everything he had into the blow, making sure not to expend himself, and make a costly mistake that his opponent could take advantage of.
Kev-Mas, didn't have time to respond to the witty comment about his saber length, of which he got enough of from his fellow Templars as it was. Seeing his opponent prepare for a spinning strike, he didn't give him the chance to finish his acrobatic move, as he reached out to the force, and unleashed a powerful Force Wave, intending to blow his opponent backwards with the sheer power of the force, protecting him from his enemy's blade, and giving him yet another chance to strike.
"You do know we’re not related, right?" asked the intruder rhetorically towards the location of the voice that had moments earlier egged Kev-Mas on. "You're right," said Kev-Mas, using Dun Moch to demoralize his opponent, "My father was never that stupid looking." Kev-Mas wasn't happy. He wanted this fool dead. It was enough that he had decided to show up, and possibly interfere with his getting back to Remsian Space, but now he was attacking him - like a typical Darksider would. Next, Kev-Mas charged at his opponent. Not full speed, no, as that would be foolish against a practitioner of Soresu, but he did do so with enough force and momentum to cut durasteel.