Who put 50 elevators on Zakuul? Why do you always miss them by a second? And whos idea was it to have all of them be survivable height except for one?

Valkorion

2022

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Zakuul Knight

Stalwart guardian of the Zakuulan Empire Zakuul Knights are loyal adherents to the Force, choosing neither the purity of the Jedi nor the darkness of the Sith. They serve Zakuul, though their fanaticism died with their late Emperor. Disciplines: > SHIELD-BEARER : Defense + Melee (Heavy Armor) > TECH : Ranged + DoT (Light Armor) > ENFORCER : Melee + Direct Damage (Light Armor)

Zakuul Knights sport a unique armory, with their weapon of choice being either a blaster or saberpike in their MAINHAND and a Zakuulan Shield in their OFFHAND.

All disciplines except for ENFORCER use stacks of Absorb, which absorbs incoming damage to build up energy that can be used to reflect or attack with the shield equipped. The Zakuul Knight is a hybrid between technology and the Force, utilizing abilities from both sides to shock and awe their enemies.

Class Story: With the triumph of the Alliance came the fall of Zakuul. Thrust into the wider galaxy and forced to eke out an existence amongst those they once conquered, the knights of Zakuul have fallen into disarray, split into roaming factions and divided amongst themselves. The few that retain their honor still live in defense of their homeworld, but their days are numbered. One young warrior seeks to earn their keep in this new galactic order....

DoMayStic Day 27: Holding Hands (by @astrobookwormsinger)

"Up for some sparring practice?" Thexan asked, cautiously. "To test the new arm before the attack."

Arcann said nothing, he simply flexed his fingers again and again, getting used to the metal. The clinking noises they made. The cold and pain where they connected to his flesh. The phantom sensation of burns and shrapnel embedded in his skin before the amputation.

"It might help to try to stop taking conscious note of it," Thexan said, shrugging helplessly. "The doctors did say you'll get used to it like it was your own arm. I know it's never fully the same, but—"

"Let's spar," Arcann cut him, getting up and unsheathing his lightsaber from his belt. "Darth Atroxa needs to be bested."

Thexan followed him wordlessly, lost in thought, his brows furrowed with concern as he looked at Arcann the entire time. If Arcann noticed his brother's gaze, he said nothing.

They made their way to empty ground, a little distance from their camps, and began the duel. They had fought so many times since childhood, it almost felt like second nature to them to go through all their regular moves.

However, something was different. Thexan parried a strike, but instead of stepping back, Arcann pushed harder, their lightsabers crackling. The sudden pressure made Thexan stumble, and in the split second he needed to balance himself, Arcann had his blade pointed at his chest.

Blindly following his battle-hardened instincts, Thexan used the Force to shove. Arcann flew backwards and fell against the ground.

Thexan jogged up to him, offering him his hand in their signature grip. "What was that?"

"A new approach," Arcann said, hoisting himself back up, his voice low as if he were gritting his teeth. "But you found a way to best me despite."

"But I left my guard open for a moment, you could've struck me," Thexan realised. "That's a weakness in my defence too."

Arcann didn't let go of the grip as he stared at nothing in particular. "Then Father might turn away from you as well. You'd be wise to improve your skills."

"This isn't about Father, this is about us. About you."

"This is about the campaign, the plan to defeat Korriban's defence." Arcann looked up. "You need to remember that."