Battle of the Labyrinth.

[Garza]

In a Labyrinth on Yavin V. Horrable place to be. Stuffy, enclosed, and it smelled like old socks. Morna was walking down into the Labryth to explore for something he may find. He had his left hand a flame to see where he was. every once a while he would step in a puddle of water. He didnt like water but knew of its importance. It was used to sustain life.

Morna wore Crimson Red robes that were sleaveless, and a hood. he had his signature black vambraces and boots. Sword in his right hand. He didnt know what may be around the corner. He also looked at his feet to see if there were any pressure plates or holes in the cobblestone floor. he looked up and kept moving foward

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

(OOC Labyrinth, not Labyrth!)

 

[Garza]

OOC: sorry. Its fixed. Annnnnd Action!

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz was in a dank labyrinth, and was debating which way to go. He had signed up for this gladiator contest to prove the worth of Mandolorians in battle. He had his slugscatterer (i.e. shotgun) out, knowing it would be close quarters. His HUD helped brighten the playing field without external illumination, giving him the advantage of stealth. He took a right, but only after a moment's internal debate.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal hated the tight spaces of the maze. Tight spaces meant little room for tactics or movement, and those were two things upon which he relied, alongside trickery and wit. Wielding a TriShot, he activated his heat vision, allowing him to see within the darkness. With every step there was a rattling sound, all of his weapons and tools jingling. He took random turns without any pattern or purpose, simply seeking some kind of escape from the horrid labyrinth.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton loved the dark, it was truly like a second home to him, smiling serenely as he placed the last of the limpet mines he had been seeding in the area were he planned to fight. So many people, all eager to spill his blood, he almost chuckled in pleasure. Who would he kill first? Maybe he would toy with them, let the fear build like a flower coming to bloom. Yes that would be wonderful, after all the explosives were only half charged, meant to injure and hinder rather than outright kill.

Touching the cold stone floor he wondered what the night would bring and how much damage he could inflict for this experiment. So much pain in the name of science. Yes indeed as he took a small elongated silver canister and cracked open the lid. Withdrawing the containment case, he activated the two dozen BOS-1 units he had brought with him. Time to test his pretty new toys. Sending them out to the maze, seemingly like innocent fireflies with a not so innocent lethal payload.

Moving deeper into the shadows, he retrieved his grenade launcher and waited, preparing to savor the first cries of pain and confusion his traps have wrought on his enemies. With his back against the stone wall, to ensure no one sneaked up on him, Daxton gathered the force to cloak his presence and patiently wait it out.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

*Bumpin' dis.*

 

[Garza]

OOC: well nobody is partisapating so I guess it wil just be us four?

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Guess so.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Whose turn is it?

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Morna's.

 

[Garza]

OOC: Sorry guys had to work.

Morna walked futher in to the tunnels not knowing where he was going. he kept his flame on when he heard echos of boots striking the cobbble stone. He stopped to listen to them. At first they were light and silent, graduly getting louder and heavier. there was a jingling sound of chimes or weapons. He doubted that it was chimes. Morna quicly put his fire out. He was left in complete darkness. But that didnt bother him. He listened for the jingling sounds to come closer. when he heard then right infront of him he sent a fire bolt in the general direction of the sounds.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal leapt back in shock as a ball of flame shot towards him, just missing him as he ducked. He grabbed the TriShot with both hands, sending multiple shots into what seemed to be the source of the flame, but was masked within his heat vision. "Who are you?" He roared, deactivating heat vision and switching on his helmet-mounted torch.