"No way man! No way! I can't believe it!" A player says, wearing a grey T-shirt and blue jeans. The African-American player is about 6 feet and 4 inches and is 30 years old. His brown eyes are wide in surprise and unbelief as he leans forward on the small, wooden round table. "You heard it Connor. I have the triple wield skill and two lightsabers." Ian says, sitting in front of Connor. Ian is currently not wearing his armor but wearing a black and gold sweatshirt with matching sweatpants.

"Yea but...do you know how hard it is getting that skill!? You would have to have the quickest reflex time out of ALL the players, defeat 5 of any kind of boss, AND find two swords that are equal to each other!" Connor explains how to get that skill in a happy tone yet disbelief in Ian. Connor and Ian where friends since year two of the game. Connor is a armor smith, which, in short, makes and upgrades armor. He's the man to go to if you ever need your armor fixed.

"I can't believe you Ian, that was suppose to be our little secret." Jackie says in a teasing voice. She wearing her weapon smith clothing and is carrying several boxes from the back room to the private meeting room. The boxes are filled with armor parts and other materials. "I'm sorry but Heather would've been dead in a mater of seconds if I didn't do anything about it." Ian defends himself.

"Somebody has a crush on Heather." Jackie teases Ian. Ian can't help but smile and roll his eyes. "Whatever." He chuckles. "Well man. I'm happy for you. You managed to get one of the 10 unique skills in the entire game." Connor says, smiling. "Thanks man." Ian says. Jackie walks across the room and dumps the boxes on the floor, causing a loud crash. "Hey! That's important pieces!" Connor exclaims, not happy at Jackie. "Oh calm down Connor. The material is like harder than steel. It's not going to brake." Jackie assured him. "Alright, but if my customer comes back saying that their armor is cheap. You will not see the end of it." Connor warns the gunsmith. Jackie laughs. "Fine fine, but it's gonna be ok." Jackie says as she takes a seat next to Ian and Connor.

Heather opens the door and walks inside. "Ian. Calem isn't happy." Heather announced as she walks up to the Mandalorian. "Why?" Ian asks, confused. "He doesn't wants his second in command taken of the field. Especially when we are in 'our finest hour'. He's just a jerk that won't respect my decisions." Heather sighs as she sits down next to Ian on the round table. "So. What does he wants?" Ian asks, willing to do anything so Heather can get her well deserved rest. "I guess we should go talk to him about that." Heather replies.

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"So let me get this straight. You, the infamous Mandalorian beta player, wants to take MY second in command for an entire month." Calem says, pissed at Ian. Calem is sitting on a fancy orientated chaired, crystals and heeled coming out of it. A large semi circle table is placed in from him inside the Spartan-Republic' HeadQuarters. "Yes. I firmly believe that Heather has done a lot to your Alliance's cause. But she needs a brake." Ian states. Calem leans back on his chair and places a finger under his chin. His helmet is tested on the table in front of him. "How about we do a deal. I heard you have the skill Triple Wield. I challenge you to a sword fight on the Wayland's colosseum. If you win, you may take her. How ever, if you lose," Calem chuckles once ,"the Spartan-Republic will be glad to a powerful member like you." Calem says his challenge to Ian. "What! That's not fair! I've done-" Heather starts to argue but is cut off by Ian. "Deal. I'll give you the fight you want." Ian replies to Calem. "Then I'll see you at the arena in two hours." Calem says as he stands up and puts on his helmet.

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"What the hell were you thinking!!" Heather rages. "I'm sorry I'm sorry." Ian apologizes as he winces back slightly. "I was going to stop this whole fight thing but you just had to open your mouth. I know how much you hate guilds but you might lose this fight, which will force you to join." Heather sadly sighs. "It won't happen, cause I won't lose without a fight." Ian says, confident that he will win the match. "But his skill is to powerful. How are you going to get pass that?" Heather asks. "Don't know. His ability, Power of the Force, maximizes his defense and offense, making him almost invincible." Ian says, thinking about a plan.

A loud bell is then heard, signaling That the match is about to begin. "Good luck out there Ian." Heather says before she watches Ian smile and enter the battlefield.

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"The match between The Spartan-Republic leader and head of the Senate Commandos, Calem Sinegra versus the beta player Caliber will now begin." The announcer says, watching the two players stand on their places. The arena is a simple gladiator style arena, a flat open battlefield with nothing but sand underneath them. Ian hears the crowd howl in excitement to see the two combatants ready to slice each other. Calem sends Ian a duel invite. Ian looks at the white screen in format of him and presses the green check mark. "60 seconds remaining." The announcer says as the timer to the duel begins the countdown. Ian pulls out his yellow lightsaber and black darksaber. He can see Calem taking out a fine, rough cut shield and an energy katana. The katana is bright electric blue and is eager to slice at Ian. The shield, which looking at the way it was made and cut, must be made out of Zillo Beast plates. That wasn't good, for a lightsaber can't cut through that material.

"Match, begin!" The announcer says.

Ian quickly charges a sword skill, causing his darksaber that is being held on Ian's right hand to glow faintly green, and sprints to the Senate Commando, going for a direct stab to his throat. The commander sees this and puts up his shield, blocking the attack. Ian quickly charges up his lightsaber to use a sword skill and goes fora slice at his left leg.

Calem lowed his shield and blocked the sword, sending Ian stumbling a few steps back. Calem charges at Ian, and instead of slicing at him, he hits Ian in the stomach with his shield. The audience roots for Calem as he had made the first non-officially hit. The shape edge of the shield sends waves of pain through Ian's body as he gets launched off and lands yards away from his target. Ian charges his left sword and goes for another direct stab, which is blocked by Calem's shield. Ian smirk under his helmet s he spins around, swings his blade and the motion keeps Ian going and lands behind the Senate Commando.

The large decorated fin on top of Calem's blue helmet was cut off, leaving a nasty black mark. The crowd cheers and yells as Ian has landed the first strike. Ian smirks as he turns around to see Calem. Calem has his shield up and his sword drawn back, waiting for Ian to attack. "Let's end this." Ian says to himself. The Mandalorian activates his Delta Strike Skill as both his swords glow brightly. Heather watches from the distance, just wanting this match to end. Ian stabs Calem's shield three times. He follows up with three slashes, the first two makes an X while the last strike is a horizontal line that crosses in the middle of the X. Now, with both his blades synced, he strikes the shield and creates a = strike. After the first strike, Ian spins around and does the same strike again, and then again for the third time. Calem begins to looses his defensive formation, for the attack Ian is doing are too quick and too strong. Ian goes for his 12 combo. Ian does three X strikes at his shield with both his swords. The first to strikes almost knocks out Calem's shield. The third strike completely knocks Calem's shield away, making an opening for a slice to the head. Ian lunges foreword and goes for the final strike to Calem's head. The match seems so clear. Ian slices Calem and Heather can have her leave of absence. But That's when he misses his strike.

Ian doesn't misses. His strike was perfectly lined up. But he he feels some sort of lag, like if the game went in pause for half a second, and when the game unpaired, Calem had moved slightly to the left. Ian lands on the floor and prepares to turn around and go for a strike. This, of course, doesn't works. Calem stabs Ian on the rib cage and Ian falls to the floor, his HP hitting the beginning of yellow.

"And the winner is Calem!" The announcer says as the crowd goes wild. Ian frowns under his helmet as he walks away to his side of the colosseum and walks inside the room set apart.