Dominion Dance with the Devils | Darkwire Dominion of Devaron

[Ozzie Ozzello]

Team: FIGHT
Objective: FIGHT
Tags: Sam Rodarch , Hacks , Binary , Sinder , Dyre Redwave

Oh sweet gods above.

The loud, cheery voice that came from behind was more terrifying than the fighters before him. His tail shot up at the sound, sending Ozzie whirling on his heels to angrily face the rude interloper. Then he was met with a somewhat familiar face and scent. Then the mention of living on the same ship, finding his shed hair all across its interior, and saving the broken little puppy he'd found on Nar Shaddaa.

"Right," he replied coolly, leaning in further towards her to sniff once again. "I take care of my things, especially the lost puppy I found. Though, you're going to have to deal with the hair. Not my fault and not my problem."

Ozzie shrugged. Hyperspace did certain things to his kind. Which was why he always locked himself in whatever random room he found himself in. Whether it was his own, or Wren's, or even Sammy's room. What he did in that room was unknown to him, but he usually woke up curled on their bed as if he owned the place. With hair everywhere and things strewn from shelves and bulkheads.

Then he quietly slipped away to act as if he knew nothing about it.

"I imagine you are also here to punch and hurt things." Ozzie smiled and folded his arms over one another. "But I will be the last one standing in this here arena. Be a good girl and stay out of my way, please."

A deft hand quickly reached out to lovingly pat the woman on the head once, and then he was off.

The Kel Dor over in the far right of the arena, brandishing nothing more than his own fists, had been eyeing him up already. Flexing muscles, a furrowed brow, and something about his mother only served to hasten his sprint towards the hulking creature.

ME OZZIE. ME ANGY.​

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Location: FIGHT
Objective: FIGHT
Squad: Ozzie Ozzello Hacks Binary Sinder Dyre Redwave

Whiff.

Straight over her head. If it wasn't his fault then whose fault was it? Was somebody stealing his hair and littering all over everything? Was it Wren? No, surely not. That narrowed it down to Soloman, who at this point Sam truly believed would steal a cat-man's hair just to dump it all over her bed. When in doubt, blame Priest.

There was the briefest moment where the Mandalorian was excited by the prospect of having a travel companion that understood the merits of punching and hurting things. A kindred spirit in simple violence. This moment vanished in the instant that the words good girl left his big, stupid face.

“You!”

The eyes of a madwoman were flashed at him as he patted her upon the head as if she were some kind of mischievous child, the cogs in her brain attempting to come up with some kind of snappy comeback while simultaneously holding her back from fighting him instead.

“No!”

No. Not fight him. That bad.

“ARGH!”

Like an unhinged assassin droid, her head turned, scanning the arena as to find the first suitable target to let loose her brand new feline-based frustrations upon.

Perfect.

There was no hesitation in the way that Sam began to march towards the imposing Gamorrean. Not a shred of thought given to the skulls upon his belt. Or caution about the axe he held, the blade of which was far bigger than her head. She'd probably break her hand upon his armour. That's the problem with anger, it so often eclipses common sense.

Tiny porcine eyes locked with her wild and furious stare, and the giant pig-man snorted at the very notion of an unarmed human striding towards him.

Now sprinting...

...and yelling.

Did he know this feisty piglet?

Fancying his chances against some furious human woman the Gamorrean gladiator (known more commonly as Bruk) dropped his fearsome axe upon the dirt, more than happy to do this job with his green sledgehammer fists.

Rodarch leapt at him.

Bruk caught her mid-air.

Oh dear.

 

[Max Arach]

Location: Devaron
Team: Infiltration
Tags: Enigma Iuda l Daiya l Ria Misrani
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Max crouched waiting for something to happen still shining the torch light for his friend who he had yet to see. "Seriously dude so many better way to get in other than the sewers. I mean really come on. I for one am not dealing with the stench when you finally make it this far." He said under his breath looking around at the sewers carefully shining his light across all the water until he saw something move. Not in what he would call a natural way.

"Oh come on they have things in the sewers, who the hell firstly goes through the sewers to anywhere and secondly protects them with things, either creatures or droids either way that is stupidly foul. Almost as much as a Hutt after two days in the sun. Makes you want to five showers and have ten strong cafs just to forget the pungent odor. Ew." Max said again quietly to himself but not quiet enough as the thing began moving towards him and the light. Well that wasn't at all good.

As it got closer he saw it was a weird creature he had never ever seen before (https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Sink_crab) that slowly floated up towards him and then another, by the time the first one was reaching the exit hole Max had made several more had appeared and began floating up. He was in a stunned petrified silence watching these things as they floated towards him and began pinching him. He attempted to swipe a few off only to be attacked by more suddenly there were scores of them as he continued fighting them off in the vain hope he could beat them without a weapon.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Team: Cassus
Location: Arena Audience
Objective: Make money without injury
Tags: Hacks , Sam Rodarch , Ozzie Ozzello , Sinder , Binary , Dyre Redwave

When he received the mission and the brief, it took a long time for Cassus to decide if he even wanted to be involved with it. His mother had become famous over gladiatorial tournaments, but she had done all of that as a professional fighter, one on one. To be stricken of weapons or useful technology, and go fighting in a free-for-all was not enticing to him at all. The Bounties placed on the rival prisoners were enticing, of course, but given the risks involved, it wasn't worth it to risk injury he would no doubt receive. Even the infiltration mission would prove to be difficult without the use of technology, but luckily not everything in the arsenal of Triam Akovin was a weapon... or even technology.

She had "Uncle" Crol H'hurut. A former independent mercenary turned employee and test dummy turned begrudging nanny of Cassus. So far, he had stayed out of the boys business as a Bounty Hunter as he was too busy attending to Triam out of faithful duty to a lifetime companion... and friend, though he would refuse to admit in favor of being grumpy about his position in life. This mission though, once Cassus decided he was going to try and take it on, proved to be too dangerous for even him to ignore. Temporarily leaving Triam to be serviced by medical droids bought from the meager money Cassus was able to pick up from previous successful hunts, while he ensured her son wouldn't end up repeating the fiasco of Geonosis on another planet. Though she was in and out of consciousness most days, every day she remembered hearing about Geonosis and the business on Denon with Sam Rodarch . Eventually, he ended up successful, but his mother would always guilt him with the fear she felt finding out her baby could be executed. When she found out, apparently it was everything Crol could do to keep her in bed resting until eventually, she heard about his escape. It wasn't her fault though, she wasn't trying to guilt him for anything, she just honestly couldn't remember much else as her consciousness seemed to fail her for days at a time.

"Do ye even kno' what yer plan is, boy?" Crol spoke below the din of the audience to Cassus, his Orbalisk Armor rendering him a rather menacing figure behind him, the organic armor briefly interrupted at his waist where a belt was strapped around him.

"To be honest, not really, just start knocking them out I guess? You're sure this will work through the shield?" Cassus inspected the damaged molecular shield belt repaired with hidden Field Disruptor components.

"How should I kno', yer the 'un that fixed it," Crol said in reply, to which Cassus sighed.

"Well, this is either going to be badass or embarrassing, make sure you cuff them when they go down if you can manage, I want as many of them as possible. Let's get started and then get out of here." Cassus said pushing through the audience, their initial indignant complaints immediately placated by the strangely armored alien individual behind him. With a tap of his belt emblem, a shimmering effect surrounded Cassus and Crol's bodies, before they leaped towards the shield, protecting the audience from the gladiators, to confused shrieks and a few devious laughs.

Only the laughs stopped when after a brilliant fireworks display of energy, both of them landed in the Gladiatorial Arena properly armored, shimmering with energy, and a lot of stun-cuffs hanging from their belts...

 

[Daiya]

Location: Arena Works within the Carnivora
Objective: Insurrection (Team One)
Allies Nearby: Enigma Iuda Ria Misrani Max Arach

[Post Soundtrack: For This You Were Born by UNSECRET]​

It was difficult to rally her focus again, to muster the motivation to finish the purpose of their presence here today. There was nothing more than Daiya wanted to do than stay a while longer, buried in Tawrro's warm embrace, cradled by the softness of his arms and chest wrapped around her. It would be so easy to let go of her worries, to shrug off her duties, to simply make the moment last forever. The wish of a child oblivious to the demands of the world.

The demands of the alarm would not be ignored.

Droning incessantly, the whine of the alarm penetrated deep inside her skull, resisting any attempts to block it out. It would not be pacified or placated, insisting only on action. The girl was compelled to move, forced by some deep, primal part of her brain that had once commanded every waking moment of her ancestors. Now it woke, rising above all reason and desire, and she was just as powerless to ignore it as the alarm.

Spying a lone blaster, the standby of the Houk who had crawled from his defeat at Tawrro's bloody hands, one ounce of reason finally did prevail in her mind by appealing to the urge to act. Daiya picked up the blaster, larger and heavier than what she normally wielded, adding a second hand under its barrel to hoist it like a rifle. "This should come in handy," she remarked, leaving her more practical reasoning unspoken.

After his display of unbridled rage, Daiya had no intention of giving Tawrro another tool to use.

In truth, Daiya was still wary of his return from the edge of whatever madness had briefly overtaken the Wookiee. For the moment, though, his brute strength came in handy as Tawrro easily smashed through what was left of the secure door the Houk had guarded. Her map had indicated that the control room was just through this door, but when the pair passed through to the other side, what greeted them was not a control room at all.

Instead, they were faced with a long corridor lined with barred slave pens.

She had no time to check her datapad for errors.

The alarm blared.

She had no time to think.

The alarm drove her on.

She had no time to check with Tawrro.

The alarm pierced the air.

Daiya only had time act.

Something, somewhere, guided her. It wasn't a thought, it wasn't a vision. It was more like a feeling. The girl didn't question it, she merely followed through.

The blaster made easy work of the crude electric mechanisms that made the bars unbearable to touch. No ray shields or vibro-generators, the arena needed nothing so fancy. Just cruel, raw electricity, ready to jolt and fry anyone whose flesh came too close to the charged metal bars. A shot or two aimed at the controls bordering every pen killed the loud hum that could be heard even underneath the shrill alarm, lightening her load every time Daiya shorted one out.

As she moved down the line, the girl noticed Tawrro following behind her, using his own methods to clear the way for the penned beings. A few bent bars over here, a smashed control panel to lift the floor over there. Daiya didn't take time to appreciate it, she was driven on. It wasn't fury which drove her, though she certainly felt it for the captured slaves. It wasn't even the alarm anymore, and in fact Daiya missed the moment when it cut off, only realizing at one point that it no longer blared.

Whatever drove her, it was demanding and comforting. Like an old friend teasing her. She couldn't put a name to it, but welcomed it nonetheless. When she was done, Daiya stood at the end of the line, watching the former slaves mingle and pick each other up, feeling her heart swell at the satisfaction in the moment.

Tawrro joined her when one of them began speaking, rallying others who would listen. Not all of the slaves cared enough to be wound up by the rhetoric, spurred down the path of vengeance and righteous justice for the wrongs inflicted upon them. It seemed that the speaker knew the same thing she did, the same thing Darkwire had sent her here for today, that the arena audience contained the planetary leaders, gleefully watching the condemned fighters of the arena clash for their entertainment.

As she watched the riled-up mob of slaves march out towards the arena proper, Daiya wondered if she was responsible for the slaughter that was about to occur. Tawrro stirred beside her, and she gazed up at him, the sight of his bloodthirsty madness too fresh in her mind. The roar of the crowds and their thrill at the fights came back as well, and the girl set her jaw in place.

No, the crowd had condemned itself.

Daiya turned her back on the emptying slave pens, and faced a door she hadn't noticed until now. Without much other direction, her map having led her to a set of slave pens instead of the control room, the girl figured she would chance it and open the door.

And saw the control room laid out beyond its frame.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Angry Cyborg on her tail, the cat dashed forward toward the command center. She was there - she had finally gotten to where she needed to be and not a moment too soon. Consoles from wall to wall, rows of servers and Ria felt overwhelmed. Slave pens, animal pens all of them open the security personnel there had their hands full and the sight of the Cyborg only upset the workers in the room. Ria meanwhile slipped by their feet and legs crawling along the floor. Cyborg was ordered away from the room to help control one thing or another.​

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That door shut, but another opened and once more the workers would be distracted.​

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This time, Ria ran out from under the chairs and lept toward the controls. She got a look at the monitors but her comprehension was failing her, she sat on her rear. Tail swished one way then another, she sat in a back corner that seemed to be unoccupied. Think, think, think... She tapped her pink nose with the front right paw. Think, think, think... Shield sabotage, crowd control, break the Arena. She rose to all four paws and walked toward the black label. She stared for far too long at it and decided if she couldn't simply figure out which console controlled what, then she'd simply have to overload them all.​

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Unable to read and comprehend what was before her Ria did what she could do best; run. She ran all over the keys, the controls, she smashed, turned every button she could what with paws and no thumbs. If any drink had been left unattended by electrical devices - they were knocked over in proper fashion. It at the very least would give an opportunity for those in the Arena to do what they needed to do. No doubt the shields wouldn't work as well, and the crowd controls would be less effective. She lept from one console to another, back down to the floor and now for the servers.​

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Human thoughts began to fade into more feline thinking, and Ria fought with every ounce of strength to retain her humanity. Another leap up toward a set of consoles, more button mashing, she could hear the faint sound of the systems on the other end rebooting. Ria hoped that her efforts would be just enough, just enough for the other team to get what they needed.​

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[Binary]

Location: Arena
Objective: Survive
Tagging: Hacks | Sam Rodarch | Ozzie Ozzello | Dyre Redwave

“That’s. My. Partner.”

The words were short, each one enunciated in a short, precise turn of phrase. Binary could feel her teeth grinding as a foot came up, the HRD whipping her body into a spinning kick, her foot lashing out to strike the Jillsarian in the side. The gladiator was solidly built, the hard life and training in the pits had left him a mass of muscle, and ordinarily a human woman like Binary would have had no effect on him.

Ordinarily.

If there was ever a time she appreciated her new body it was times like this. Concerned silvery eyes flicked past the Gladiator for a moment, settling on Hacks’ frame for a split second before the petite woman stepped closer, driving a bent knee into the gladiator’s side, hearing his breath wheezing from his lungs as she span away from his attempt to grab her. Long platinum blonde hair flared out like a cloak as she bounced from one foot to the other, gesturing at him.

“Come on then you big lummox, or do you only fight people lying on the ground? The legend of the cowardly gladiator, I thought I’d heard something about that in the bar. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Her teeth bared in a death’s grin as she fell back as the Jillsarian turned his attention to her. It wasn’t that she was friends with Hacks, not at all, but the more of them who survived this, the better placed they were for the next job. It was every girl out for themselves and that was exactly what Binary was going to hold onto. She didn’t need any sort of friendship or connection with anyone else. No, not at all.

 

[Sinder]

Location: Arena
Objective: Survive
Tagging: Hacks Sam Rodarch Cassus Akovin Binary Dyre Redwave Ozzie Ozzello

Sounds of people screaming for blood, sounds of people screaming because of the blood, sounds of people screaming while bleeding out.

All of those noises drowned out the sound of Sinder ripping the tough, scaly skin of the Thisspiasian’s neck. His jeweled fangs tearing so deep that he could taste the veins in the gladiator’s skin when he spit out the bloody stump. His orange mane had been covered in dark alien blood. His normally yellow eyes had become an orange hue, bulging out from the constriction of his enemy’s body around his own. Sinder could feel his bones popping out of place as he swelled against his enemy with every ounce of strength he had left.

The Trianii’s enemy yelped in pain as he released control of his long tail, allowing Sinder to use his dexterity to get loose from the Thisspiasian’s grip. While he escaped, the Trainii could feel his fur being covered in a layer of slime from his enemy. The other gladiator quickly recoiled, covering his neck wound with his hand and dropping his shield.

The now enraged bounter hunter didn’t take time to dwell on his victory, instead, he took another jump toward his enemy, this time trying to land a killing blow. The only thing moving faster than his muscular body was the fiery roar he blared out before contact. Sinder’s voice would likely pierce even the drowning calls from the crowd above. After this, it would be hard to get Sinder to pay attention to anything besides killing.

Once he came back in for the kill, his prey finally fell to his death, and from his cold palm, his sword fell. Sinder quickly picked it up from the graveyard the gladiators were making around him. Finally, he looked back up toward the stars and let out a violent roar, challenging the arena to outmatch him.

All around him, the battleground was falling to the chaos Darkwire had started. The citizens were already so enthralled with the violence they were paying to watch, Darkwire could likely do anything they wanted without much question. This didn’t mean, however, that they weren’t in danger. Sinder was still holding out hope, though, that they knew what they were doing and he wasn’t doing this solely for the fame and glory.

 

[Hacks]

Location: Devaron, Gladiator Arena
Objective: Team II - Survive
Tags: Binary

Darkness began to set in, the taste of blood in her mouth. Hacks spat into the gladiators face only serving to anger him further. She felt her head hit the sand harder this time and her thoughts began to drift into a foggy cloud. The pain had numbed. She wasn't particularly sure where she was but she knew it wasn't good. Her limp body offered no resistance as he struck her head again and again, trying to turn her skull to pulp. Then it stopped. She kept her eyes closed, breathing in sharp bursts.

Hacks slowly lifted her body with the assistance of her mechanical arms for her real ones had failed her, she had not the strength to get up on her own. Someone, a woman, was fighting the Jilsarian. Binary, the thought crossed her mind. She was coaxing him to fight and he had turned his attention away. The mod-junkie began to crawl towards the Jilsarian, enraged at Binary and hurling insults based on her species and gender. How crude. Just as the Jilsarian was about to charge Binary, Hacks grabbed his ankle with a mechanical hand. Her fist closed tight, a sickening bone snap resounded, blood sprayed out, flesh squished between durasteel fingers. The scream from the Jilsarian was unrivaled.

He collapsed to the ground and Hacks was upon him, dragging her body to lay atop him, two mechanical hands held his head gently as though she were inspecting a newborn, but then she began to squeeze. "Die motherfarker!" Hacks shrieked. The crowd gasped in horror, sudden silence filled the arena. The sound of a snap and everyone in the crowd screamed, then cheered. The Jilsarian went limp.

From out of the gates of the arena came a horde of angry exotic animals and slaves, charging into the open pit. Nexu crashed into gladiators, tearing limb from body. A huge Ronto stomped around the arena, squashing indiscriminately those beneath it. A Boga and Reek began to fight, rolling in the sand and pushing aside slaves and gladiators, till the Boga called it quits and fled towards the arena stands. The shields around the arena flickered for a moment, the crowd began to gasp in horror, then the shield vanished.

Chaos erupted, the escaped animals looked for any exit and began to jump into the stands, killing mercilessly. The slaves were more organised in their hatred, rallying in a large mob and climbing into the stands to charge for the planetary leaders. The sounds of screaming was ear-splitting. Hacks grit her teeth painfully and clasped her hands over her ears. She briefly looked out at the crowd and watched a wild stampede take place. People were trampled under the feet of other spectators and some of the animals, who would stop only to eat them whole.

The gladiators tossed weapons aside and fled in a total retreat. Wild pandemonium took hold. Hack rolled in the sand for a moment to see through blood-soaked eyes the decapitated head of an elderly Devaronian leader roll down the stands and fall into the arena. Near the corpse stood a powerful and imposing figure clad in all black, grey skin and bright yellow eyes. He smiled with dagger-like teeth and walked away, flanked by CorpSec officers that kept the slaves at bay.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Team: Cassus
Location: The Arena
Objective: Make money without injury
Tags: Hacks , Sam Rodarch , Ozzie Ozzello , Sinder , Binary , Dyre Redwave

It was strange, standing there out in the open among all the carnage, and seeing the familiar faces around him. Hacks, Sam, Sinder all fighting for their lives in whatever bloody ways they could manage. They were like animals, the opponents they fought were like animals, and the audience surrounding them were all like devilish monkey's hollering at the misfortune of a rival troupe of apes. The entire scene made Cassus sick, his stomach roiling with rage that was unfamiliar to him. It translated well into what he was setting out to do.

As the surprise of his entrance into the arena wore off, the horde of slaves and remaining gladiators that noticed the pair of foreigners charged at them, some of them with weapons in hand, some not. It didn't matter though, as while Cassus didn't harbor any weapons on him, the shimmering field that surrounded him wasn't just for passing through the shield, but send painful energy discharged on anyone he came into contact with.

A duro slave, probably drugged for aggression, ran blinding towards him. Cassus did little more than tap the alien in his chest with an outstretched hand and his body went smoking to the ground, writhing a bit in pain. The next one, a malnourished Trandoshan that looked like it was still growing back its arms tried a similar strategy, and this time it was Crol who did him the honor of introducing him to the ground with a similar level of effort Cassus had demonstrated. A pair of geonosians buzzed toward them a little more cautiously with a spear and a sword. This time, Cassus did the charging, smacking the spear off to the side as it came in and clobbered the bug in its head, sending it to the ground like a bug zapper.

Then something peculiar happened, as the pair of them went through another half dozen individuals, placing down Stun Cuffs when there was a pause he could exploit; the shield was down! It looks like the infiltration team wasn't as crazy as they sounded when they initially brief this mission. Then, he caught the face of someone familiar, an old face...

"Uncle," Cassus said before sending a hapless Neimoidian flying to the ground, smoke rising from her body. "That's their target," He placed the stun cuffs as he watched his armored Zeltron Uncle dance around a peculiarly adept Twi'Lek swordsman. "Can you hit it?" He finished saying and pointed to where the astonished statesman was rising in furious confusion, as the rest of the audience seemed to squirm away. He saw Crol glance quickly.

"Huph, withou' even thinkin'." The old man said with a strange cold cruelty Cassus was unfamiliar with, and watched as he put his back towards the Governor who was still standing incredulous and uncomprehending of the lost shield and the pandemonium now overtaking the Arena and the surrounding audience. Then, as if on cue the swordsman made a raging wide horizontal slash with his blade, before suddenly losing his grip from the shimmering piece of metal that now sung through the air. From a farther angle, it almost even looked like it was an intentional throw, but with an almost unbelievable power behind it paired with enviable precision. Cassus didn't need to see where it landed, as the screams from above were enough to confirm that Crol had made his mark. The boy could almost hear the head of the governor hit the audience stand floor, but he busied himself sending slaves to the ground.

"Good... good work." Cassus managed to say after a few moments of chaos. The animals were becoming more difficult to keep out of the way of, and the boy began to think a dozen and half would be a sufficient prize if he could manage to bring them alive out of this place...

 

[Ozzie Ozzello]

Team: FIGHT
Objective: FIGHT
Tags: Sam Rodarch , Hacks , Binary , Sinder , Dyre Redwave

This is what living was really like. The pounding of blood in your ears, the sweat streaking and smearing clothes, and the ever-present coppery scent of drying blood. There was no other place that he would rather be.

Ozzie's charge quickly evolved into something else. Sand was being kicked up everywhere, his bare feet tearing into the ground as he quickly closed the distance between the momma-swearin' Kel Dor that stood only meters before him. Then they collided. Grunts were exchanged as an unstoppable force met an immovable object - muscles tensing as each of the fighters struggled and fought for dominance in the initial opening. At first, it seemed like just your average tie. Two beef boys locked in an unmoving arm wrestling contest with no end in sight.

That is, until Ozzie's sweeping leg from underneath found the Kel Dor's knees.

They buckled under the weight of the blow, something crunching below as they toppled over with Ozzie on top. He wrestled for control quickly, planting his legs on each side of him and digging them into the soft sand as his heavy hands fell upon the alien's face. Knuckles met bone and flesh over and over - until they didn't.

He couldn't see!

Ozzie exclaimed in pain, hands peeling away from the bloodied Kel Dor to wipe away what was in his eyes, and he lost control. The exchange took a turn for the worst, a complete reversal seeing the feline man laid out completely on his back.

"Pocket sand," the other fighter sneered as his clawed hands wrapped around Ozzie's throat.

He coughed once, feeling the digits constrict on his windpipe. "Frakking cheap."