Deadman Wonderland (Open! 500 Mil Cr prize)

[Rexus Drath]

Deadman Wonderland

The prize five hundred million credits the obstacle navigating through one of the galaxies most dangerous mazes filled to the brim with death row criminals and mad force users broken from reeducation who were graciously "donated" to the event by the greasy palms and blind eyes of government officials. It was a challenge for any thrill seeker, treasure hunter, or a person just willing and wanting to slice open a few convicts. It was the chance of a life time to risk life and limb for the fame, glory and money, but not just money. A S*%# load of money, and the chance of murder with no repercussions. Truly this was the place to see what horrors money could motivate from this galaxy

An Atrisian business man by the name Yang Fei had set up the contest on a remote moon near Atrisia where the event was constructed and made to be held. Yang a rather rich fellow with a taste for games was one of the biggest names on Atrisia for hosting galas, parties, sporting events and things of that nature, but as of late he had grown bored of the events and entertainment he could hold within the law. All the rules and noble traditions that had to be upheld by the standards of the empire, it was all so boring to him living every day like the next So obviously something had to be done whether it be illegal or immoral. Thankfully the empire had caught wind of this dreadful event and wanted it rooted out from the inside to find out who exactly had created such an atrocity to their culture. Though this wasn't a task for any agent the empire had this was a task for an inquisitor. There were death row convicts and unstable force users and every other contestant entered in this depravity. Could it prove to be too much for the inquisition, could it be too much for any of the contestants lured by this deadman's wonderland.


The moon was fairly small and remote but today it seemed like the biggest hot spot for people from every corner of the galaxy to come to watch and compete in this "game", an arena was even built around the giant maze for folks to watch what the soon to be blood bath live. The maze was built with the theme of an amusement park, everywhere you looked you could see hover cart coasters and other various carnival attractions in and around the maze. Perhaps dressing up the death maze as something innocent and fun made it less intimidating for everyone, but the guard towers on every corner of the maze made it seem less harmless. "I hate my job." Standing at one of the many contestant starting lines that could be found all along the outsides of the walls was Rexus Drath was the fool who drew the short straw to be the inquisitor to work the case from inside the competition as a contestant. Surly other inquisitors were working other angles hooefully...

"Contestants the rules are simple!" a female voice rang over the loud speakers outside the carnival disguised death trap over roar of the ever so excited crowd. "Reach the center of the maze and claim your prize without jumping over the walls! Contestants jumping over walls will be shot and killed by our team of trained snipers! The walls are near indestructible and saber resistant so please don't hurt yourselves trying to break them! Other than that murder and mayhem is highly encouraged! Please get set to begin!" Rexus sighed and shook his head "Why is it always me?" The starting lines contained one to three people there depending on which one you found yourself at, Rexus was alone at his he could only behin go imagine the mayhem of those who were partnered up at theirs before the voice cut off his train of thought. "3,2.1... Begin!!" the green light flashed and the game had begun. For all those watching it would prove to be a hell of a show, and for those participating it would turn out to be an experience of a lifetime if they lived that long



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[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen had once again found himself in a strange place. A contact had told him of a contest for a ridiculous amount of treasure, and all he had to do was run a maze. For Vulpesen's merchant mind, this was a joy. Low risk and an extremely high reward. Or at least that's what it was at first. Upon hearing the different parts in which he could DIE, Vulpesen figured that he was going to catch hell from his master when he got back, if he got back. "I suppose is probably to late to back out isn't it?" He asked the announcer. He was answered by a shot which he instantly leaped over then used the force to shoot him back down before any snipers got a bit too itchy. "Okay, I get it!" He growled and took his saber from his belt. He wasn't sure how he'd survive this one, but he'd been in bad places before. There was no reason he should give up yet.

Looking around his eyes caught Rexus, something about this man seemed like it could be played to his advantage, and though possible, Vulpesen absolutely hated working alone. "Oi! What do ya say to a truce till the real action begins?" He had no illusions that his possible partner may not betray him, but he figured that keeping a friend in the beginning might get him through the initial bloodbath that was likely to start.

Living alliances aside, Tenebris Anime felt good and solid in his hands, an anchor in the chaos that he was sure could keep him safe no matter what happened. This was a test that he would bravely. The cost of failure was too high. What had become a high reward low cost was really a high reward at the incredibly high cost of death. He'd been taught to avoid such deals, but there was nothing he could do now, but win and/or survive.

 

[Dyllaefi Cridu]

The galaxy was a sick, sick place. Dyll had learned that the hard way over years of experience.

Still, it never ceased to amaze him what new levels of depravity people could sink to. He looked out over the stands and saw them crowded with sentients positively howling for blood. The whole place was set up like some kind of carnival, all neon and chrome, as festive as if it'd been designed for children's entertainment rather than showcasing brutal murder. Normally this was the kind of thing he stayed away from. He'd done terrible things in his life, and he likely would again, but he did them to survive, not for anyone else's perverse enjoyment. But it all came down to the price tag.

His nerves were on fire, his heart pounding, his muscles clenched in fear and anticipation, but Dyll found that he wasn't even thinking about the maze of madmen. His mind had room only for the reward. Five hundred million credits; it was an unimaginable sum, more than he'd ever had or dreamed of having, probably more than he could've accumulated through his entire career even counting what he had to pay out. And he could get it all in one go. He could pay off all of his creditors at once, cover his parents' medical expenses as long as they lived, and have more than enough left to retire somewhere nice and quiet.

In his head he was already camped out in front of the Cathedral of Winds on Vortex, Mom and Dad reclining in hoverchairs on either side of him as tears ran down all of their cheeks at the sublime beauty of music that could be heard nowhere else in the galaxy. The contest instructions came to him as if at a great distance; it wasn't until the first sniper shot pierced the air, making a young man (a Jedi, judging by the lightsaber) leap to avoid the blast, that the smuggler was jerked back to reality. He still had to deliver the show these people were waiting for. He still had to win.

He'd brought his new scattergun, meticulously cleaned and polished since its liberation from Saroon hands, and his trusty Theed Arms blaster; he was likely to need all the firepower he could get to push through this labyrinth of lunatics, not to mention his formidable-looking competitors. There was a very good chance he would never come out of this one, he knew; he wasn't combat trained save for what he'd managed to teach himself, hardly the kind of bloodsport warrior the contest called for. But for a sum that could solve all his problems at once, he had to try. He couldn't keep living like this.

Tugging his scattergun out of its canvas sling across his back, he charged into the maze.

@[member=Vulpesen] @[member=Rexus Drath]

 

[Daxton Bane]

To resist the stench of decay and malice was something the Sith Lord could not do, when he heard about the contest, he arranged for things so the could participate as one of the contestants. The prize was irrelevant, he had already amassed more than tenfold that number through a vast and confusing web of identities and secret accounts.

He was here simply to kill. To push himself to the limit and over, nothing made the Sith Lord feel more alive than taking another sentience's with his own two hands. Dressed in his usual reflective green and purple armor, he strode into the darkness, silently calling out for the foolish to get in his way.

After all he seemed like an easy target, one man without any obvious weapons should be easy, right? Little did they know just how deceiving looks could be.

@Vulpesen @Rexus Drath @Dyllaefi Cridu

 

[Rexus Drath]

Chaos, pure unadulterated chaos spread throughout that arena when the starting gun rang out. The sounds of blaster fire and screams could be heard everywhere, contestants gunning down their competition. Truly it was a depravity of what the Atrisian empire stood for.

the game had begun though and now there was no other option but to see it through until the other agents had the culprit in hand. "The things I do for love!" Rexus ran as the snipers opened fire on the contestants still outside the maze killing a few of them, pulling out his silver saber he jumped and landed next to the man who called for his attention! "I'm Rex! Get inside the maze of death NOW!!" Rex ducked as another sniper round whizzed past the pair's heads. In all the commotion Rexus didn't seem to notice another contestant sneak up behind them trying to eliminate a few of the competition early. That was until a round from a sniper took his head off and the the two force users now wore his blood and brains fragments as makeup. "RUN!" Rex sprinted into the maze looking back to see if his companion was following suit but if he wanted to stay out there and have his head blown off that was fine with him.

Inside the maze was a different story all together though. It was quiet where Dyllaefi had entered only the sounds of blaster fire and shrieks could be heard from the outside of the wall. "Well well well, lookie here boys. Another fool looking for cash or fame." a loud banging noise could be heard around the smuggler almost like a heavy rusty pipe hitting against a sheet of metal. Mist covered the ground where the smuggler had found himself it appeared to look like a fun house of some kind decorated in various bright colors and mirrors. "I says we guts him like the last scrub who cames in!" "I call this ones liver." some more voices could be heard in the mist as well soon after the pitter patter of foot steps could be heard all around the man as the fog began to clear and shapes in the mist took form and could be seen for what they were. It was a group of inmates covered in blood and dressed to look what seemed to be clowns. "Only if I get his eyes." That was all this competition needed, killer psychotic inmate clowns. The group of enemies charged the smuggler wielding blades and other blunt objects how would the man get out of this?

the sith lord, his area of the maze was a bit more interesting. A cold gripping icy wind could be felt on his face. He looked out onto a frozen lake covered by a small half dome so the crowd could still see inside of it. On the other side lay a tunnel that lead deeper into the maze, but in the way of that was blood stained ice and the bodies that littered the snow with it. A good fifty feet away stood two young girls both wielding two light sabers one of which was finishing decapitating the head of a wookie contestant which was forced onto his knees. "Oh look, an old man hoping to get past us. Shame he has to die. I rather dislike killing older men." one of them said to the other as they eyed the man from afar waiting for him to walk I to the ice. They had cut down a slew of contestants and now it would seem they were to cut down another. But something was different about this one, a darkness came from this contestant. Now there was only to see his next move. That was all there was to see from everyone, what their next move was to be to come one step closer to winning that prize money.

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"]

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[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen took off as well, splitting his lightsaber in half to deflect the blaster fire. @[member="Rexus Drath"]'s order was unnecessary as Vulpesen had already called upon the force get him out of the line of fire, easily catching up to his new compatriot. "Call me Vulps." His blades moved again, deflecting a shot away from Rex's head. There was chaos everywhere, and Vulpesen used it to his advantage, using the force to hide his presence and lesser the blaster fire heading towards him. Once again, he was unsure whether or not he could trust his partner, but he seemed good enough. Not to mention the fact that Vulpesen was the one with the lightsabers.

As he ran, he sensed the intentions of their trail, then the sudden cut off as his head was blasted from his shoulders. The jedi couldn't help but shudder as he felt the remains splatter against his back. It was a terrifying start, and he was now certan that his master would kill him the second she found where he'd gone. Even if he was dead, he was fairly sure that he would be revived to die again. Funny how in the midst of all this death, Vulpesen's greatest terror was his master's wrath if he survived. It was simply something that gave his mind a bit of comedy to distract from the terrors of what was going on.

Vulpesen was also thankful that he'd made the choice to work with Rex and not the others. The dark side seemed to roll off of them, and Vulpesen knew that should their paths cross, he would likely end up in a fight for his life. That would be a position that the padawan was fairly certain he wasn't ready for. It reassured him that the sound of the killers sounded around him. It was a morbid thought, but the possibility of these killers being picked off before they had a chance to meet Vulpesen was a rather comforting one. Even the likelihood of slowing them down was enough to keep Vulpesen hopeful. He deactivated his lightsabers and clipped them to his belt. He kept himself ready incase trouble popped up, but for now there was no reason to walk around with signs of paranoia. It was weakness, and that was something that you simply don't show to a new alliance in a place like this.

@[member="Daxton Bane"]
@[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"]

 

[Dyllaefi Cridu]

Dyll was glad to leave the madness of the starting gate behind him; the carnage even before anyone had entered the maze was unbelievable, and he couldn't bear to watch any longer than he had to. It was a good thing for him, though. More dead competitors, more time to get deeper into the maze. If only the blasted fog that had seeped into the passage would clear away; he could barely see five feet in front of him, and that disadvantage was likely to bring his life to an abrupt end if he wasn't careful. So he slowed down, his finger on the scattergun's trigger, sweat beading on his brow.

Gradually the fog cleared a little, and he found himself surrounded by garishly-painted walls, flashing neon lights, and mirrors that distorted his reflection beyond recognition, all seeming to press in on him. The place was positively claustrophobic, looming down over the smuggler like some terrible, many-angled beast. And then the voices began. At first Dyll thought he'd been fed some sort of hallucinogen in the mist; a moment later, he could only wish that such had been the truth. Dark forms surged out of the mist, circling him with rusty cleavers in hand, hissing and cackling.

Well, it hadn't taken long to run into the madmen. Their painted faces, now smeared with blood, leered at him, sizing him up as if he were a nerf at a meat market. "Sorry, I need my liver," Dyll said, keeping a quaver out of his voice with some difficulty. They were getting around behind him, trying to negate his range advantage through numbers and flanking. "Eyes, too. Maybe you can go after the next guy's instead?" With a feral roar the lunatics charged as one, their jagged, dripping knives driving in toward his flesh. Taking a deep breath, the smuggler aimed down the barrel of his gun...

And waited. He waited until they were nearly on top of him, until he could almost feel their reeking breath on his skin. And then he pulled the trigger. Three of them flew back at once with piercing cries, shredded by the scattergun's burst into twitching bits of ex-humanoid as blood and bone spattered over the funhouse walls. Pivoting on the spot, Dyll fired a second time. Another pair of screams of maddened agony echoed through the maze's corridors. But then they were on top of him. A knife slashed through his jacket, skidding along his collarbone and leaving a deep crimson gash in its wake.

Dyll hissed, barely managing to hold onto the scattergun. Flipping it over to grab it by the barrel, he grabbed his attacker's wrist in his other hand, then brought the base of the heavy gun down hard on the lunatic's straightened elbow. Bone cracked; Dyll reversed his strike, breaking the freak's nose and throwing him to the ground. Ducking under another slash, Dyll dropped the scattergun and drew his pistol, stepping on the downed man's throat with his full weight even as he put a blaster bolt between his next attacker's eyes. Seven of them. Seven fresh kills. He felt vaguely sick as the last man's body hit the ground.

The one with a crushed windpipe lay wheezing on the ground; he would take a long time to die. Dyll shot him in the face, retrieved his scattergun, and moved on.

@[member=Rexus Drath] @[member=Vulpesen] @[member=Daxton Bane]

 

[Rexus Drath]

"Not the face not the face not the face!!" Rexus was running at a dead sprint dodging sniper fire until he was in the maze, though he couldn't really believe what he had said earlier to run inside of the maze of death. Cause it was just so much safer in there, slapping his head he looked back to see Vulps while he panted and coughed. "Hey you're alive! Not bad for a space hippy." Rex chuckled then coughed again before standing up straight regaining his composure. They were in a less than desirable situation and he needed to shut this show down. Rex didn't like Jedi too much but it would be suicide to go at it alone, he needed to stick with vulps as long as he could without divulging what he was actually doing there. "Ok so we need to get mov.." Rex was cut off by a beastly roar that echoed louder than the crowd.

Rex looked around him to realize that they were in the middle of the zoo portion of the wonderland of joy magic. Right off the bat they were in deep crap and it wasn't getting any better. "We have to go." They could converse as they moved through the maze, Rex signaled for the Jedi to follow him slowly. The air felt heavy like something was watching them both besides all the animals trapped in their cages. The walls were decorated with pictures of ads to see all the amazing beasts of the wild. A presence could be felt in the area, it wasn't a contestant but someone else. An image more like a blur darted across from Vulps and vanished just as quickly as it had appeared it had looked like a slender woman covered in tattoos. Rex hadn't seen it as he kept moving through the exhibit. "So where you from Jedi?" he said trying to get to know his current ally unaware of the enemy that had shown itself for an instant. For Rex and his new friend it was going to be a long day.

For the smuggler however things were moving along quite well, he had just brutally murdered seven blood thirsty convicts without blinking an eye, which caught him the attention of a certain man in a high seat of power. "Mr.Fei, I believe his name is Cridu" a female secretary's voice spoke to the man in charge of this blood bath Yang Fei. He clapped his hands softly and laughed quietly his appearance hidden behind a mask. "Well he has moxy, I will give him that. Miss Kara, open gate four and send him to carousel. Let's see him go through that." on the floor level where all the fun was to be had all the walls around the smuggler seemed to shift and hiss as the sounds of machinery went off clearing a straight line to what seemed to be a circular room that spun, it took up the entirety of the room with a tunnel leading further in closer to the prize on the other side. The room consisted of what were once living animals throughout the galaxy impaled onto giant wooden spikes through the gut so they could be used as rides. The blood from the animal made the floor slick and slippery and it didn't help much that the room was spinning as well.

The smuggler could hear a scream after the whizzing sound of a light saber cutting something in two. Suddenly foot steps were heard and four younglings covered in blood stood on the opposite side of the room, could be seen smiling devilishly at Cridu. "Let's play. Our last friend died and is starting to smell" one of them before all of them jumped forward onto the caresses of the dead animals sitting on them riding as room span their small sabers drawn waiting for the smuggler to make his move. This was getting more and more messed up by the minute but sometimes you had to go through hell to get what you needed


@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen continued following @[member="Rexus Drath"], and found himself smiling broadly as they entered the zoo. This was his forte, and any area with animals was his best bet. It was as if the game master had asked that Vulpesen have an easy ride. He ignored Rex's question at first and examined the inside of several cages, selecting an anooba, a nexu, a krath hound, and a boma to east tame. The well practiced skill worked well as each creature sat in front of the bars, waiting for Vulpesen to slash the bar with his lightsaber, an action he soon carried out. "Amar." He finally said, answering his partner's question. "I was raised by a force using fox-man." He turned to Rex, his new pets sitting at his side.

And apparently, his origins had once again come in handy, although he wasn't sure if Rexus had ever even heard of the planet which failed to show up on all major star-maps. "After I turned fifteen, I wandered around for two years then became a Jedi. What about you?" Coming from a mercantilistic culture, the padawan saw most things in trading terms, even information. He'd payed, now it was time for Rexus to return the favor.

His partner aside, Vulpesen could sense the misfortune around him, death permeated the area and Vulpesen was thankful for his time on Nar Shadaa which had managed to train him in isolating his senses in the force. Still, he hadn't blinded himself so much that he was unable to sense the dangers around himself. Something was here, and it was hunting them. This in mind, Vulpesen stood a bit closer to his compatriot, keeping his hands loosely against his lightsabers and his mind in steady control of the beasts at his sides.

 

[Dyllaefi Cridu]

Killing people was one thing. Dyll hadn't done a lot of it (the seven people he'd just offed made a significant adjustment to the total number of lives he'd ended), but he was perfectly willing to do it if he had to. He didn't enjoy it, but he wasn't about to let anyone else kill him, and five hundred million credits was well worth crossing some moral lines for. The scene that confronted the smuggler in the next room, however, was something else entirely. The stench was his first clue, the coppery tang of dried blood mixed with sweet, cloying rot. It was overwhelming, invading his nostrils. His stomach churned.

Then the mist cleared and he saw the source of that smell: dozens of dead animals, impaled on spikes like a giant moth collection, rotated around the room, bouncing gaily up and down as a harsh, twisted parody of carnival music played in the background. The smell, the brackish blood seeping from open wounds, the blank, staring eyes of the creatures, as they twirled round and round the room, half-rotted tongues hanging limply out of their mouths, it just kept going and going and going. The festering seemed to touch Dyll's shoulder wound, inviting him to become the next part of the gruesome display.

Falling to his knees, Dyll vomited his dinner all over the sticky floor. How could this possibly be deemed entertainment?

And then he heard the voices. Children's voices. Surely not; surely no one would be so depraved as to drag children into the middle of this... this horror. But when he looked up, there they were, the whites of their teeth and their eyes standing out starkly against the blood that covered them. They had lightsabers in their little hands, waving them around as they taunted him from the backs of the hacked-up creatures parading limply around in a danse macabre. The smuggler felt the sudden urge to run, to go back the way he came. Forget five hundred million; it wouldn't keep away the nightmares.

But he was pretty sure there was no going back now. The other contestants would catch up to him, and even if he got past them the snipers would force him to stay and continue the show - or blow of his head and make a show of that. Forcing himself to his feet, he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve and staggered toward the edge of the room, trying to inch around the carousel to the other side. He wasn't going to kill kids. He couldn't live with himself if he did that, no matter what they tried to do with him. He just had to get past. He had to make all of this worth it.

"Stay back," he said, his hands shaking on his scattergun. His wisecracks had evaporated from his mind. "I don't want to hurt you."

@[member=Rexus Drath]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Gripping the man in mid air only using his Force Tentacles, Daxton slowly put inhuman pressure until the flesh began to tear and bones broke. Laughing softly to himself, he had hoped that the lunatic Force user would have presented some challenge, but he was like the last dozen or so victims he had ran across in this wild playground. Foolishly thinking they were predators when they were mere prey, the quickly fell to the monster that was Daxton.

Then he heard the children, laughing as if it were all a game. Madness in their eyes, the fools had no idea what true madness was all about. Tapping into the Heart of Darkness, he launched a powerful mental blast combining both Force Energy and Mind Shredding Capability of the Dark Essence in the Heart. The blast was powerful enough to rupture eyeballs, block sinuses as the sensation of someone running claws over your brain hit the children, rendering into a small pile of gibbering victims bleeding from their wounds.

"Was that your best?" He said to no one in particular, disappointment clearly evident in his voice.

@Vulpesen @Rexus Drath @Dyllaefi Cridu

 

[Rexus Drath]

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]


"That's complicated my new friend, let's just say I'm nine-hundred and twenty-five years old." Rexus chuckled softly he couldn't really divulge too much about him or the non existent inquisition that he was part of. That was something that would turn his opponent against him, telling him he kidnapped force users to reeducate them into people like him. The ones who didn't wound up mad or dead. In fact Rexus recognized a few of the crazed force users in this game. They were people he had taken for reeducation. It was a shame they had ended up how they did. "Do you hear that?" Rex held up his fist giving the hand sign for halt. "I swear I heard something." looking back at Valps and his furry companion he gave them both a confused look before he was tackled by what looked to be a griffin soaked in blood. The man and beast tumbled back almost ten yards as they both struggled in a fight for their lives. "GO!! TAKE HER!" To what Rex was referring to it seemed to be something he hated more than anything in this galaxy.

"Good boy, it's good to see at least one of my pets is behaving." A female voice spoke to Vulps as a heavily tattooed nightsister stepped out of the darkness. Rex had a few run ins with their kind back in the ancient order and they still left a bad taste in his mouth. Rexus continued to battle with the wild creature rolling on the ground with it bashing open some of the other cages as they fought the maze starting run free with wild animals. "F*%# her up for me!" Rex shouted after he punched the giant bird in its face. The night sister drew her single red saber and activated it she had underestimated her foe, Vulps seemed to have more control over the animals than she did. That made her rather angry and in the woman's anger she charged Vulps swinging wildly to try and cut him down.

Daxton was a monster, plain and simple he had blown through the sister force users and moved to where the smuggler was. Which was not a good sign for anyone in that twisted room. "Oh this should be fun." Yang Fei said watching from his sky box, this was turning out to be great. Better than he had ever thought possible, big names showed up and mayhem was everywhere. "I say we take them too the dog run soon. Herd some of convicts while you set up the dog run as well." Yang turned and chuckled tenting his fingers. "Yes sir" another voice responded to him as yang turned back to watch the chaos.

The shrieks and blood curdling screams of the children could all but be heard throughout the maze, and just as fast as they screamed it had ended as quickly. The smuggler no longer had to worry about killing children, Daxton had done that for him. Silence befell the room as Daxton had turned it into nothing but a thick fog of blood not to mention the fancy new red paint job he had given to the walls. The bodies of the animals were spread in pieces throughout the room, one or two barley hung to its wooden pike in the ground the carosel itself had even stopped running but the eire music played on. The smuggler was drenched in head to toe in the blood of children and animals alike, it was not an experience he would likely forget. His best chance was to use the fog of blood and sprint to the other side of the room and on to the next event. He was close to the prize and staying to fight would be suicide against a force user of Daxton's caliber. Back in the sky box yang clapped and laughed at the spectacle the crazed master had put on "He seems bored, Miss Kara. Activate project nemesis. Let's not leave our contestants bored." Yang truly was mad but did he know how to put on a show.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen gave a guttural grown as he took his lightsabers and connected them before activating and sidestepping the nightsister's attack. He was far from buff, but Vulpesen easily made up for his lack of strength in speed. His blades popped up into each path of the nightsister's attacks, a feat easily done as Vulpesen's natural affinity to makashi allowed him to manipulate the hilt to fast movements. As he handled the night woman, he pointed to the boma then to @[member="Rexus Drath"], signaling the creature to help him. As the boma split off, the remainsing creatures helps Vulpesen surround the night sister. After a few quick engagements, he separated fromt he woman and gave her a lopsided grin. "I am Vulpesen Espadus Torrevaso, shadow of peace and defender of life. You, are nothing."

It was a bold statement that would overstate his abilities, but it would give his opponent just enough puzzlement for Vulpesen to charge in with a saberstaff assault, bringing about several feints that would be followed immediately by an attack from the opposite side. An act that aimed right would often end up with a left slash, and a chop would end with the hilt being tilted in an upward slash. Nightsisters were often force users, and thus would likely be unable to match the padawan in a true saber match. Especially with three deadly creatures attacking her from all sides. The creatures were also nto forgotton by Vulpesen, who would defend from them from the nightsister's strikes. His empathetic link would be a sore weakness in a fight like this, and thus Vulpesen worked hard to keep it hidden by keeping his pets alive.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Drenched from head to toe in blood, Daxton seemed like a vision of hell. Here was the scourge of both Republic and the Mandalorian factions. The walking avatar of Death, champion of Sith and now Wayfinder of the Seekers. The call of blood and slaughter was simply too strong to resist, not that he was bothering to try. Should anyone catch a glimpse of his face beneath the mirrored mask, they would see his lips were twisted in a grin of sadistic pleasure, razor sharp teeth in a snarl caught between laughter and anger.

Clenching his armored fists, he utilized the force to squeeze the corpses nearest to him, popping them like over ripe tomatoes as he surveyed the immediate area for more targets. Finding none, he reached out to the Force, wielding dark and sinister energies to raise up the bodies still intact around him, a macabre shield of mutilated flesh on the move.

@Vulpesen @Rexus Drath @Dyllaefi Cridu

 

[Rexus Drath]

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"]


"Not the face!" Rexus held the beasts beak at bay as it had been snapping at his face. He had to get to his saber or all was lost and his face would be torn off by a griffin. Not the way he always pictured he'd go out, until the beast was shoved off him by some other animal it was blur he couldn't make it out. But the griffin was on its side now and vulnerable, taking the chance Rex drew his imperial knight's silver lightsaber and jumped low enough to not be picked off by snipers. Coming down he activated his saber and thrusted it into the beasts chest killing it quickly. "I really, really hate my damn job!!" Looking back Rex saw the night sister who had attacked them blocking as much of Vulps attacks as she could bring hit by a few of them injuring her badly. She groaned and cried out in pain before she was silenced by a bite to the throat from a nexu. It was rather brutal but she fell to the ground dead. Vulps had won this encounter silencing another mad force user in this maze.

Standing up Rex caught his breath and walked over to Vulps and gave him a pat on the back Rex stood at a solid six eleven and was just about a giant amongst men. Looking down at the young Jedi he smiled and brushed some feathers out of his own hair. "Well that was fun, shall we?" Rex ushered the Jedi forward and onto the next section of the maze he could bring the animals with him it was no concern to Rex as long as he could keep them under control. "thanks for that also, winged bastard would of got me." Rex said as he brushed his dreads one last time, they had to keep moving the prize money would be handed to them by the man who organized this horror.

"Excuse me, Mr.Fei project nemesis is ready to launch." Fei's assistant Miss Kara said in a confident voice. "Lure the sith lord to the big top, then send the smuggler to the park." Yang smiled under his mask and awaited for his orders to be carried out. Yang was enjoying himself very much but even the greatest of times had to come to an end, but not quite yet. There were a few tricks still up his sleeve.

"Activating nemesis." a robotic voice said, soon after hissing and shifting could be heard down the hall from Daxton. He had woken up the beast of the maze, yang was saving this only for the most powerful of contestants who entered. "Phase one nemesis is a go." the robotic voice faded and soon after a terribly loud mechanical roar that shook the arena itself was heard down the hall. If this didn't interest Daxton to pursue it Yang didn't know what would. The hall behind Daxton lead to the big tented area where the main show would be held if this were a normal carnival.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen nodded to his compatriot and moved on. The death sickened him, and he was glad that the Nexu had reached her before he could. "I would have preferred a surrender." His voice was muted and his usually joyful face had turned stern and his gaze had turned to what had often been described as "intense."' He shut down the lightsaber and continued ahead of Rex, keeping the saberstaff in his hand. Rurrri help anyone who tried to stop him now. He'd entered the silent place in his mind, just short of insanity. Should he be faced with any untrained conflict, the trouble would likely be slashed down by Vulpesen's precise furry.

"May the stars help the man who organized this. Because if I see him, I will hold him accountable for all of these deaths, and I will arrest him." The words seemed tame at the end, but the way he spoke held the rest of his sentence. After which, I may pass judgment without trial. Whoever orchestrated this was sick, and Vulpesen would rejoice on the day that they came to justice.

 

[Dyllaefi Cridu]

Dyll was still trying to figure out how to get past the younglings without hurting them when they exploded all over him.

It took a minute for what had happened to sink in. Blinking slowly, fighting back shock, the smuggler wiped the blood from his eyes, spitting more on the ground. He looked up at the sick parody of a carousel, the carcasses burst like ripe fruit by some unimaginable force, and then stared down at himself. It was then that he saw the finger, a child's finger, on the shoulder of his jacket. Slowly, hands shaking, he reached up and grabbed it. Solid. Real. It oozed a little in his grasp. There was nothing left in his stomach to throw up, but he retched anyway, trying to void the sickness creeping along his nerves.

It was only through tremendous force of will that he didn't scream; instead a sort of hoarse whimper echoed in his throat, muffled by the hand he clapped over his mouth. The severed finger tumbled to the sticky floor, twitching. Dyll looked back up at the mist of blood that had filled the room as the full realization of what had taken place hit him like a speeder truck at full tilt. Another cry tried to tear itself from his throat, and he only just managed to swallow it. Not far beyond where he stood, in the midst of the carnage of the carousel, a dark figure took stock of its handiwork.

It took several more previous seconds for Dyll's brain to fully kick in, forcing his leaden legs to move him quickly but quietly into cover behind the carcass of an akk hound that had been thrown from its impaled position by the force of the blast. There had been no explosive, no weapon discharge; only a Sith, a powerful one, was capable of such a horror. The smuggler could only hope against hope, hardly daring to breathe behind his reeking shield, that the many life forms remaining in this maze might shield him from detection. He stood no chance against such an enemy.

The deaths of the younglings played over and over again in his mind, a slow motion horror that ripped at his mind. Tears trickled down his cheeks, making long tracks in the crimson film of spattered blood that coated his face, as he hugged his knees close to his chest, rocking back and forth and humming to himself. He wanted nothing more than to forget, to die and become nothing if that was what it took to rip away the crushing horror of this place's utter insanity. But his instinct for self-preservation was too deeply rooted to let him surrender. Not even to madness.

Focusing his mind as hard as he could, he tried to push away his horror. He couldn't let himself be detected. So he imagined flat things, flat and cold and dark and uninteresting, and he imagined them with every ounce of brainpower he had. His thoughts were like grey durasteel, unremarkable amidst the chaos of dozens of lunatic brains. The Sith would find it hard to detect his mind; it was as flat and dull as a machine, and that dulled his terror and sickness as well. So prepared, he crept under cover of the bloody mist toward the door into the next room, keeping low and moving quietly.

He had to get out of here. Whether he got the reward was no longer half as important as mere survival. Running on instinct, he would give it his all.

@[member=Rexus Drath] @[member=Vulpesen] @[member=Rexus Drath]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Surrounded by an unnatural barrier of half mutilated corpses, the Sith Lord made his way closer to the source of the noise. He cared not wit for those who gave in to their better sense of survival. He found no challenge in fighting the weak, and besides they might have a use later on. No, he was definitely more interested in what made that roar.

Activating his aural magnifiers of his helmet, he reached deep into the Dark Side and summoned a bellow of unearthly rage and utter despair. The sound was like the cry of an angered beast, that touched the primitive bones of all the organics that heard it. Something dark and evil was about, cutting even through the veil of madness, lurking in its more primal state. Hungry for blood and battle, Daxton strode confidently towards the big tent, the very image of tyrant heading to lock horns with another in an epic tide of death.

From his belt, one of his lightsabers flew to his open hand, grasping the familiar sweat stained hilt, dozens of barbed needles resting against the protection of his gauntlets, like tiny stingers eager to sink into flesh and drink blood.

@Vulpesen @Rexus Drath @Dyllaefi Cridu

 

[Rexus Drath]

"He's mine skipper, out of your jurisdiction, just leave it to my government." Rex spoke to vulps as he walked along and pushed through the maze. The deaths and madness that took place here he was partially responsible, he couldn't let that go so if the man who organized this madness resisted or not Rex was going to make him his punk. "I'm here to stop this stuff, let's just say I'm not a contestant. Thanks for the help, I will make sure if we survive this you will be rewarded. Even if you are a space hippy." Rex chuckled a bit and sighed afterwards looking back at vulps and his pets. "Good kill by the way, that's one for the record books, glob I hate night sisters." The pair made their way through the maze until they reached what seemed to be a room filled with people, contestants and inmates alike strapped to the walls with knives jammed into their chests and faces. The room was bright vibrant with colors barren and empty except for a large board in the center of it. On the board there was a young beautiful woman with knives jammed into her hands pinning her to the board. She looked to be alive, though they had wasted enough time as is fighting the night sister and getting past the snipers. Rex would of lost his lunch if he wasn't so accustomed to the smell of war and death. "I think we made a wrong turn." Rex whispered to vulps and backed up until he was even with him. "What do you want to do? Push through or find another way around? We don't have much time."

Mr.Cridu was a good man, though after what he had witnessed and been through no one could be sure anymore. In deadman wonderland you did what you needed to do to survive. Dyll made his way from the carousel and through the door that lead him to the main park. He had beaten the maze, now all that was left was to make it to the dog run to secure his prize. The park was no where near safe though, it was where most of the convicts were held to defend the prize. "No no nooo!!" Was heard not far from cridu before the sound of a blade piercing flesh and blood hitting the ground was heard. Gangs of psychos patrolled the area roaming in packs of five or so, some of them carrying bodies on hover carts displaying them as trophies. "Yo Murphy! We got another one!" another voice rang out and laughed afterwards "Is he alive?!" another responded quite loudly. "Yeah! What do we do wit him?!" the pair of voices seemed to continue to the talk about this person's life who they had taken hostage. "Take him to King Bo Bo! He hasn't killed anyone since this competition started!" the voices faded and the sounds of someone being dragged while screamed could be heard. Cridu had come out of the maze behind a large collection of hover carts that sold different treats and sweets providing cover for him, the inmates hadn't seen him so he appeared to be safe for the time being. If cridu were to look up he would see signs showing him to different areas of the park. The dog run pointed straight ahead towards the center of the park while another sign pointed to a haunted house where most likely all the living contestants were being taken to appease the king of the convicts. Cridu was close very close to making 500 million credits a reality. He had only have to find what meant more to him his morales or his life and the lives of his family.

However things were different for a Mr.Bane, he was in this madness for a completely different reason. To kill and destroy anything that crossed his path, well he would have his wish. The blood splattered sith lord walked into the big tent of the main park, he had made his way through the maze as well. The tent was filled with convicts sitting in the bleachers cheering and screaming he had to face was that more monstrous than anything the maze offered thus far. It was the size of a rancor in fact it was a rancor a metallic one covered in lights and streamers with a giant robotic red nose. It would look quite silly to anyone if it wasn't for the fact it was armed to the teeth with blasters and blades. The rancor's giant red nose stated to beep as it powered on. Soon after a shield covered the robotic beasts as it roared and charged forward to Daxton aiming to crush him like a bug. Firing it's blasters at the sith lord the bolts exploding around him sending deadly shrapnel at him. This would be a challenge if he defeated nemesis there was still the hundreds of convicts in the stage waiting to spill his blood.

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen shook his head and walked to the woman. "I'll risk it. You move on, I'll be along shortly." As he came to the woman, his eyes filled with sadness. "I don't care if you wish me dead, but if you are alive, then this must be painful." Keeping his distance just in case, Vulpesen used the force to called the daggers to his hands where he then placed them on his belt. "Can you walk?" Vulpesen asked the woman, sending some of his force energy into her to give strength. The night sister had died for her mistake of endangering a friend, not for Vulpesen's pleasure. Vulpesen's job was to defend the members of the galaxy. As a member of the Army of Light, and the Jedi Order, he had sworn to protect anyone he could. And this poor woman seemed to need more than a little help. @[member="Rexus Drath"]