Faction Combat Training : The Edge of Control [TDF] [JO] [Jedi]

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

Braze took the hit to his jaw in a solid manner, his head snapping to the side with the strength of the impact, his snow-white hair whipping after in its wake. He wouldn't be able to win a competition of strength against the larger man; this much he knew, so he shifted, pressing in and lower, letting his shoulder wedge between and down.

The inner material of his robes against the long glove beneath rolled, slipping past each other. The materials had been intentionally chosen for the least amount of friction possible when they rubbed against one another, and that aided him here, oddly enough, as he slipped his form tighter against Bells' side.

His hand still held the longer blade, and it was finger-flipped as he reverse-gripped it and angled it directly toward Beltor's groin. His own foot rose and was aimed at a stomp right behind Beltor's closest knee.

The touch of cold on his...nether bits sent a chill up his spine, and made certain...things clench. It likely would have been the end of the match, had the kick to the back of the knee not also knocked his balance off and forward. The world began to spin and his vision went dark crystal's odd effects set in.

The last thing he recalled before being put sound to sleep was the thud and squeak as the much larger Beltor landed fully on top of something small, warm, and squirmy. He was out like a light, snoring gently, and rapidly settling in for an impromptu nap with an oddly comfy and warm pillow.

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Valor watched with morbid curiosity as Novac Lyrikal eased over the edge to get down.

"Huh…"

He'd never seen anyone like Novac before, but he was curious how they fought. He moved to hop onto the railing of the second floor and just… jumped down. He used the Force to break his fall lightly and rolled out on his shoulder before popping back up.

He moved to an empty ring and turned on his blade, taking up a Soresu-style stance.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

Braze was unceremoniously crushed by the 250 lbs that was Beltor "Bell" Cyrus . He did, in fact… let out a rather undignified squeak.

He huffed, gasping for air as he shifted to wriggle a hand out from beneath him, fighting to keep his own lungs from being crushed under the weight. Braze moved a hand, attempting to telekineticly heft Beltor's body off himself and over to the side, trying to flop him over.

He gasped for more air and panted, sitting up and blinking."By the Force... he's heavy..." He murmured.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ​

Braze was unceremoniously crushed by the 250 lbs that was Beltor "Bell" Cyrus . He did, in fact… let out a rather undignified squeak.

He huffed, gasping for air as he shifted to wriggle a hand out from beneath him, fighting to keep his own lungs from being crushed under the weight. Braze moved a hand, attempting to telekineticly heft Beltor's body off himself and over to the side, trying to flop him over.

He gasped for more air and panted, sitting up and blinking."By the Force... he's heavy..." He murmured.

He snored, properly, it seemed that the older man may perhaps have needed the nap more then not. Thankfully, while Beltor was asleep, he rolled over to get more comfortable, hefting the much, much smaller man with him. At least he was no longer pinned, and likely able to wiggle out. As too how this entire situation looked....


Suffice to say Braze looked adorable.

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Jasper Kai'el

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (2 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (1 loaded, 3 spare)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (0)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

Combat? It had been a while since she'd ever sparred with a non-Mandalorian before. She was, admittedly, a little nervous when Braze had invited her to the temple on Dantooine to spar he old teacher. Not because she was worried about losing or getting hurt, but because she was worried she might end up hurting his master or whatever it was the jetii called their teachers. She was going to have to remember to keep her biases in check, she had no problem with any of these Jetii, but it was the philosophy and the more mainstream version of the organization that she still had problems with.

She landed without any real issues, still using her borrowed, stripped down gunship in lieu of a long-range ship of her own. She made her way over to the arena, catching the fight between Braze and Beltor "Bell" Cyrus but she avoided keeping it in the forefront of her mind. "So Jetii, she started," as she searched her enhanced mind for any reminder of his name. That was when she remembered personnel files that had crossed her desk back during the days of the Tingel Arm Coalition. Not to mention that she know recalled Braze having told her once before. "Jasper, right?"

"How are we doing this? Bes-Armor, no armor? Guns, missiles, just melee? I'm happy to do whatever you're comfortable with," she added, as she closed the gap between the two of them, holding her rifle by its fore end as she checked her HUD in the event that this was the last chance that she got. She didn't admit her fear to the Jetii even though it forced its way to the fore of her mind briefly once more before she was able to bury it in some back corner of her mind.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Valor the Forsaken Braze

as beltor fell on braze novac couldn't help but look over and laugh a little, unfortunately leaving himself open.

"well, he is on the floor like you said braze, good job" he jokingly said. as braze let out a speak novac could only laugh a bit more. not out of disrespect but because he'd never seen something like that given how he was by himself most of the time. he was about to offer some help when he remembered what he was doing and that he was in combat.

 

[Loomi]

Dantooine
Tags: Braze , Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

Epo-1, Lushi​

Loomi turned to watch in mild horror as Braze proceeded to kick his opponent in the nethers, only for them to promptly fall on top of him and pass out cold. The Godoan was very quick to act, leaping over the balcony of the viewing deck and making her way over. As Braze pushed Bell off of him, silverish translucent threads would shoot out of the ground below the historian and weave below him like a hammock. Support threads would shoot up to the ceiling above and hoist him up to cradle him. With all the time she had spent alone training over the past few months, her skill with Mist Weaving was almost effortless now.

The Godoan, once she was sure the larger man was secure, marched her way over to Braze. She first hoisted him up to his feet by his arms, her pull surprisingly strong, before immediately moving her hand to yank at his ear.

"Golly, what in the worlds were you thinking!?" she snapped at him. "You about got yourself turned into a pancake! And look at what you did to your opponent."

Her cheeks were puffed out in irritation as she pouted.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Dantooine
Tags: Saram Kote

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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"Jasper, right?"

"How are we doing this? Bes-Armor, no armor? Guns, missiles, just melee? I'm happy to do whatever you're comfortable with,"

"Jasper, yeah," he confirmed with a nod. "Saram then. Braze mentioned you to me before."

The Jedi Master took a moment to roll his organic shoulder as he took the strap of his scabbard off and lay his claymore against the wall. He spared a glance to watch as Braze got flattened and let out a snort. He thought he had taught Braze all about falling opponents above your weight class. Apparently he still needed to work on that. His attention was back to the Mandalorian quickly.

"I figure we best not wreck the place," Jasper decided. "Hand to hand sound good? Been needing to brush up on my martial arts. You can keep the armor if you like. I come packing a bit of metal myself."

That and training from the Matukai to help him take blows better. His body was covered in subtle scars, left behind by the sheer number of battles he had seen. His hands were calloused, like what one may expect from a farmer or a mechanic that refused to use gloves. Jasper moved to position his feet at skewed angles before he raised his organic hand and drew back the prosthetic.

"Alright," he exhaled. "Let's get to it then."

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Novac Lyrikal

Valor was polite enough not to take immense pleasure in seeing Braze get crushed, then berated by one of his possible paramours or friends. Instead, he tried to maintain some decorum and looked to his opponent. He offered a curious look, seemingly waiting. Perhaps they should have bowed to one another first, but he was only just beginning to understand Jedi teachings under Ko Vuto . He didn't know how important that part might have been. He didn't try to attack Vivacious while he was distracted by the humorous scene.

"Are you ready?"

he asked gently, making sure the other Padawan was paying attention before their spar would begin.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Valor the Forsaken

novac was a tad surprised valor didnt take the chance to strike. "you know if i was you i would've attacked then, great opening. your letting me off easy.

fixing his stance a little and straighting up, still smiling a little. he simply nodded "yep, ready to see what you got,"

novac had learned to let the opponent attack first for a few reasons. the main one being to see how they fight. from stance alone valor appeared to be a form three fighter. novac hadn't had experience with that form much.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Loomi ​

There was a frustrated exhale of air as he tried to pry himself free, but then Loomi came bounding over the railing from the second floor. Braze was surprised to see just how much Loomi had grown, watching her sudden use of Myst-weaving; it was awe-inspiringly impressive, so much so that he just had to stare in mild incredulity at just how fluidly it was executed.


His dumbstruck look, while cradled against his opponent's heavy weight, hadn't lasted much longer as she hauled him up with surprising ease. When did she get so strong? He couldn't remember her being this physically impressive, yet again leaving him somewhat amazed by the revelation. He never in his life would have thought the little 'garden slug' he'd found on Coruscant all those years ago would be the one picking him up.

He was flushed from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears, whether the lily-white skin had grown pink-hued due to the amount of physical effort he had to use to get Beltor "Bell" Cyrus ' heavy butt off him, or perhaps just how impressive he found Loomi in those few moments, was less discernible.

Then… she grabbed his ear and started scolding him. As if it couldn't get any worse...

"Ow… Ow… hey, okay… ow… stop, please… Let me go," he squeaked, reaching up and trying to wrap his hand gently around her wrist. "I'm fine…" he tried to say through a half-laugh, despite the pain of her latched onto his ear.

He did rather find it amusing, and perhaps a bit cute, when she was making that funny, irritated, puffy-cheeked pouty face.

"I'm fiiiiine… he's fiiiiiine… we're both okaaaaaay… no one was huuurt…" he just about mewled, trying his best not to giggle, but he was doing a very poor job of it. "It's uh.. ow... Nice to see you too... "

 

[Valor the Forsaken]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Valor huffed out a small breath.

"My master said I'm not supposed to be mean to others anymore… This is a training exercise. It would be poor etiquette to just attack you before you were ready."

He seemed to notice that he wasn't going to be the attacker, and shifted into a Form I stance before gently stepping in with a very simple thrust to start things off nice and slow. It was definitely one of the most basic training moves first taught to younglings in the creche after receiving their training sabers for the first time.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Valor the Forsaken

"buuut it would be realistic" he said as valor switched to form one. as he thrusted his saber towards novac, he didnt block with his saber but rather raised up on his tail more and curved his body to the side in a C shape around the blade. if there was anything novac lacked it was a actual combat form. he never really stuck with any since he was never trained to well in them. rather his old master taught him something else. because of novac very unique body he could move in ways no other could. that and his high, and the fact that most of the people here where on the shorter side, meant he could attack from angle and dodge in ways, most wouldn't expect.

he quickly attempted to strike back by sliding his saber down in his top left hand as he tried to poke at the top of the mas shoulder.