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CQB, The basics

[member="Macoda Haberon"]

She'd invited Macoda to her personal vessel.

After the events on Tatooine the Black Flag Trading Co. was running smoothly. Ellie received pelts from her trapper friends on Excocron, sold them and flipped that money into nuetral crates in which she repacked stolen goods to sell as well.

Right now the small three frigate fleet was on its way to Exocron, and Macoda was on baord with her. The rest of the crew had been left behind to revel in their winnings at Cragmaw station. Cragmaw was a huge win, an old freighter they'd smashed together with a few others and networked into a modern day Tortuga.

She was in the cargo bay, waiting for the strange man. Both her shotguns and pistol belt were laid up on a cargo crate, and she as reading a data pad, going over her shipping manifest whilst she waited for him to arrive.
 
Mac was settling in quite nicely as a pirate. The raids they have been pulling off were very profitable, gaining a couple ships and lots of goods that were sold through Eliza's connections. The ships meant little to him as he didn't know how to pilot anything above a swoop bike but the crew provided him safety and he was beginning to trust in his comrades a little more. Not completely trust mind you, Mac was naturally suspicious of strangers and his walls won't be torn down with something as simple as bonding over raids. No, should raids ever get less ludicrous then it'll be easy to see whose trustworthy and whose not.

There was one person that he did trust more than the others though, and that was the frontierswoman that he meant that one faithful day in one of the many cesspools of Tatooine. He figured out that her name was Eliza when overhearing a conversation with one of her crew members. They looked like Mandalorians but Mac wasn't sure. Mac also wasn't sure if she knew his name. Sure he stuck out like a sore thumb and was stationed on her frigate as he couldn't fly his own but a proper introduction hasn't been made.

Yet here he was summoned by her, or rather, that's what he heard from another crew member. This was the first time she had ever done so and so Mac was a little tense.

Maybe she knows something she shouldn't.

Even if she did know who he really was he wasn't sure if she would turn him over to the Sith Ascendancy. Some of the other guys would in a heartbeat, but her? He wasn't so sure.

Still, Mac found her reviewing her shipping manifest as she was wont to do. Mac's axes where holstered to his sides like always. He grew accustom to sleeping with them even. They were the only things he had left of his father, or left of home for that matter. Besides his two axes, Mac had a sawed off shotgun holstered to his calf. Though he was more comfortable in close quarters combat, he found the shotgun especially useful when he lead boarding parties and began to carry it around with him.

Mac walked up to Elize

"You wanted to see me captain?"

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

Macoda was then there. Ellie rose to her full height, which as still short, and straightened out her blouse. today she had her leather gauntlet’s on, and a loose fitting tunic and skirt, capped with brown spacers boots. Her hair was done traditionally as braids, tangled with feathers and wolf bone beads.

"Welcome aboard Macoda, or Mr. Haberon, whichever you prefer."

Ellie reached over and hefted a tommohawk, lifting it up high in one hand an inspecting the edge, then letting it swing to her side, head pointed down. Her other hand produced a fighting knife in a reverse grip. It as made of steel and Wolf bone.

"I saw you fight at the Raid. Very impressive, and I noted that you also use axes."

She was still, locking eyes with him. sometimes she wondered what kind of impression she made on folks. If only she had karks to give.

"I invited you here to learn more about you, as well you; I. Also this trip is going to be dangerous, and I'll need a trusted axe at my side."

Now she hefted the tommohawk, bringing it to a diagonal guard.

"But first how bout a little spar. No killing blows, no guns."

She was interested to see his moves. In addition, if they were good, she could steal a couple pages out his book and vice versa.
 
"Welcome aboard Macoda, or Mr. Haberon, whichever you prefer."

This caught Mac off guard some what.

So she did know my name.

Perhaps more troubling was that she knew his last name. Although he wasn't about to abandon his last name, he knew it wasn't smart to have people addressing you with it. Especially considering who he was running from. Mac cleared his throat and respectively answered back,

"Please captain, call me Mac"

The Captain continued, "I saw you fight at the Raid. Very impressive, and I noted that you also use axes." Mac nodded at the compliment in turn. The woman was skilled with a tomahawk for sure. Mac rested his hands on the two long axes that were holstered at his side. She locked eyes with him while she was speaking with her fierce and unwavering brown eyes. Mac returned the contact, looking down at the captain who had earned his respect in a very short amount of time.


"I invited you here to learn more about you, as well you; I. Also this trip is going to be dangerous, and I'll need a trusted axe at my side."

This was great news to Mac, he needed to truly judge the mettle of the woman he was serving and whether or not she could be trusted. He still had the intention of keeping as much to himself as possible though. Just until he knew for sure that it was safe for him to lower his guard a little bit. Hopefully the Captain would tell more answers than ask questions.


"But first how bout a little spar. No killing blows, no guns."

That took Mac off guard. Out of all things, Mac wasn't expecting a sparring.

Was this what the captain wanted me for? A little sparring?

Mac looked down at the woman. He was over a foot taller than her. She was fierce and quick no doubt, but he had more power, reach, and experience. Close quarters combat was his specialty. He grew up leading raids against various Epicanthix clans and fought against the Zambrano family and their Sith retinue during the invasion of his home world. He didn't exactly think that the fight would be very fair but he wasn't about to refuse her request.

Besides I haven't had a good fight in a couple days and the training would be useful if not fun.

"Of course, no killing blows, no guns. This should be fun"

Mac let out a smile.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

Mac gave her the go ahead. So she went.

In a few seconds, she sized him up, and decided her strategy. She was small, he was big. Her muscle tone was strong, but she'd grown up mostly in Zero G on tramp freighters and low grav worlds. That accounted for a weakness in some respects.

Ellies right foot slid back, and she stepped forwards in a two step shuffle. She turned her body, pivoting on one foot in a crescent. The tommahwak swung in from the right side, as her right flank was presented. Then she pivoted again back to the left, resetting her footing.

Both feet shoulder length apart, leaning forwards.
 
"Woah!"

The captain struck like a viper, Mac barely had enough time to react, he brought one of his axes up to catch the tomahawk with a clang and quickly stepped back several paces as the captain pivoted back into position. He knew his advantages and he knew hers, Mac was going to make full use of his reach and not let the captain anywhere near him.

His father’s axes were all metal and simply engraved with Epicanthix runes. They were infused with phrik metal which made them lightsaber proof though that really wouldn't be useful in this fight. They were also designed to be wielded by an Epicanthix had therefore had longer handles which traded the ability to throw them effectively for extra reach and power.

He was going to play the first couple of moves defensively just to check out what she was capable of. He twirled his axes in anticipation, his muscled arms and chest flexed, waiting for her to strike again. Though the first attack caught him a little off guard, he let out a smile again.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

As he stepped back she sensed an opening. Eliza stepped forwards, and then forward again. Her first attack had revealed his blocking strategy and now it was time to play for real. With those long handles of his he had the reach, which meant she needed speed. as well as distraction.

She glanced around, eyes calculating the places of cargo crates, nets, walls. The entire cabin as a potential weapon if one knew how to use it.

There was a loose pipe on the floor, which she flipped up with her foot, snatched and then hurled like a javelin towards Macoda. As the pipe whistled in the was moving forwards, sprinting to close the gap, tommahawk weaving a figure eight in front of her...
 
Mac had enough distance to side step the impromptu javelin. But as soon as he did she was almost on to him.

Damn shes crafty

Mac outstretched an axe to keep her at bay and stop her assault, keeping his left axe closer to his body to deflect any attacks. They began to circle around, each warrior trying to analyze a potential weak spot in the other's stance. Mac continued to keep his axe outstretched both to keep her at bay and to bait an attack. In this case, he had the advantage. If she committed her tomahawk in a strike to bat away the axe, then Mac would be able to follow up with a strike from the axe in his left hand.

Lets see how experienced she is


[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

Macodas axe trick was a good one. While she had his attention focused on her, she did the unexpected. She moved forwards, and swung her tomahawk in an underhanded, upward power strike. She attempted to lock its blade behind the axe blade, ensuing a hopeless tangle.

Then leaned back, almost touching the floor and pulled, trying to drag herself with the connection under and past past his outer layer of defenses. Her knife came out in a reverse grip, left hand, ready to parry or to strike him with the flat of the blade if she succeeded.
 
It was a very good ploy. But perhaps she underestimated the size difference. She hooked onto his axe with her tomahawk and pulled back hard. Mac didn't think to let go of his axe, for if he did it would've sent her falling back. Instead, Mac was already prepared to strike with his left hand as a counter to what ever move she pulled. The captain pulled his axe hard and Mac did lurch forward but took advantage of the situation.

As she leaned back, almost touching the floor, it left her prone to a swing of his axe. Now that she had breached his defenses, it was time for Mac to go the offense and use his brutal power. He had his left axe raised and slammed it down hard, with the flat side of course, he wasn't meaning to cause any serious damage. The captain switched her knife from the reverse grip in order to deflect the strike, a smart move, but Mac was pretty sure that it couldn't parry the weight of that axe crashing down.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

Ellies knife went flying away as she parried the strike. The weight of the axe sent her arm pushing for the floor, and she had let go of the handle, letting the knife bounce and skip away. Now her free hand flattened and struck upwards towards the inside of his leg as her feet attempted to wrap his ankle.

She rolled right, axes still tangled.

Hard.
 
Ellie wrapped Mac's ankle and rolled hard to the right. Her strike to the inside of his leg and the grapple put Mac on his back with a grunt as the breath was knocked out of him. Mac still clutched onto his right axe, his knuckles whitening. As long as his axe was still entangled, Ellie couldn't use her tomahawk. He still had both of his axes but now he was in a compromised position.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

With Mac tumbling to the ground Ellie seized her chance. She let go of the tomahawk and pushed up with both hands. Her knife was still gone and so was her secondary weapon. Now it was down to fists, which was fine by her. Every once in a while on Exocoron she'd participated in a scuffle or two.

Trappers and Frontiersmen were like that.

"Yarrrghhh!"

the roar ripped from her throat as her eyes bugged wide. For a moment she lost herself in battle lust. Her veins opened up just a little wider, her heart pumped a little harder and adrenaline fuelled her reaction time. She surged up, and then did short hop jump, coming down right on top of Mac, trying to gain a full mount.

As she fell her left hand went low, and flattened, attempting to pin one of his arms, while the other rose high, balled into a fist...
 
Mac was down on his back but finally both of his axes were freed. Ellie came at him with such great ferocity that it took him aback. He knew he shouldn't underestimate her. But she had let go of her tomahawk, giving Mac a chance to end this. She jumped on top of him and pinned his left arm down. Mac grunted in pain, slowly regaining his breath. He was knocked down but he wasn't out yet. Mac was a trained and experienced warrior, and he still had a chance. Ellie balled up her fist, her eyes were flaming with the lust of battle but Mac swung with his free axe in his right hand, the flat of the axe blade aiming for her ribs.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

She thought she had him.

If only.

When the axe came swinging in she was too blind to the assault, fully fixated on punching him right in the dome piece. As it landed she winced, and let go, rolling with the attack. The force of the blow and her surrender rolled her a considerable distance, about ten meters. then she recovered, springing up off her shoulder from the roll and whirling.

With both feet planted firmly on the deck, she advanced at a slow pace, one foot back, one foot forwards and both hands up. She had her guard up, dual fists protecting her face. Her left side hurt with every breath, but it wasn't over yet.

Someone had to tap.

"Nice counter. Now stop holding back. Bring it!"
 
Are you serious? This woman would never give up.

Mac was truly impressed. In a short amount of time, the captain had more than earned his respect and loyalty. Something that few can claim. He took a moment to look up the battered captain, unrelenting. He himself was not in the greatest shape either. He was still slowly regaining his breath from when the wind was knocked out of him. He looked at the captain with uneasiness. Mac was always hesitant in fighting women, despite the fact that Ellie had more than proven herself. He looked at Ellie and then at her weapons that were scattered across the floor.

Mac dropped his axes and raised his fists.

"Are you sure Captain? No holding back?"

Mac didn't want to hurt one of his newfound friends. He knew that if he truly let go of his inhibitions then people tend to get hurt. He had only gone completely berserk on a couple of occasions but he tried best to avoid that. Mac was usually cautious, defensive, and strategic. Yet occasionally his anger or fear can get the better of him. And when he is fueled by blood lust, then his rage knows no limits. This is why Mac fears his own capabilities, and often holds back in fights. He is scared of himself in a sense, and the possibility of hurting those he cared about. This was all hypothetical of course. Mac had every intention of holding back at least a little, no matter what the captain said. Besides, he saw that he had the upper hand already.

Nevertheless, Mac was breathing hard, locking eyes with Ellie, waiting for her response.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

Ellies smiled through her guard, keeping her eyes roving between Mac's shoulders and his own eyes. that was the secret really, to read the shoulders and hips. That gave you a clue as to the next moves.

"Don't hold back. Only Cowards hold back Mac. I won't have a coward on my crew, and I can never fight beside someone whose true capabilities are unknown to me."

She waited, still advancing one foot in front of the other, and watched.
Watch the shoulders, watch the hips.
 
Coward

Mac's mind went racing. He was caught off guard by her comment. It suddenly triggered a series of flashbacks. Was he a coward? The Sith invasion of Fornow flashed in his mind, paining him. Images of his father's fried body scared his mind. The burning trees blinded his eyes. The screams deafened his ears. His pupils dilated. An overwhelming sense of dread clutched his heart. His veins popped and enlarged. His heart began to race, just as it did in his cowardly flight from the battlefield. His dread quickly turned into an intense hatred, hatred for himself, hatred for the Sith, hatred for whoever was standing in front of him. Something had awoken in him.

Coward

Mac was not thinking when he picked up his axes. A roar ripped from his throat as his massive figure quickly closed the distance between him and the captain. He hurled himself at the captain with an incredible fury.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 
[member="Macoda Haberon"]

Macoda's fury was met with her own. The second he had picked his axes the power dynamic had shifted. She hadn't been expecting that and anger at the sudden move bubbled to the fore, making Ellie berserk.

She'd faced down First Order Fleets and ran from Sith, but she'd never seen a man pick up his weapons after he discarded them. Then again it was her intention to break him. To make an effective fighting machine she had to break the man down, and rebuild him. After she was through with her ploy, he'd be faster, stronger and smarter than ever.

It would be a perfect addition to her already growing Black Flag Trading Company.

"So now you arm yourself!"

She let him close, and then bowed her head, and charged, going hard and low, defenses still up. As they met in the middle she twisted, and slammed her shoulder towards his belly. Her left elbow came back as well, trying to catch his side as he potentially went to the deck.

He had a solid set of principals, no matter how irked they might make her.
A true Pirate never fought fair...
 
Principle was the last thing that Mac was thinking about. In fact, he wasn't thinking at all. Every move he made, every swing he swung, every step he took was purely based off instinct. Instinct and a primordial rage. Ellie rammed into him with her shoulder, surprisingly undeterred by the sight of a two meter Epicanthix hurling himself at her. His swings had become much faster and much more offensive though this had left Mac more vulnerable to opposing strikes. Though it wasn't like he felt much anyways. She got too close before any of the hits connected. Mac wasn't concerned about using the blade against her. He was going berserk.

He wrapped his arms around her and began to squeeze hard, his chest tightening.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]
 

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