Allan
Zealot, Marauder, Mandalorian
Somewhere in a Dive Bar in the Galaxy, likely deep in the Seediest of Planets
Probably on Tatooine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPF82Lx0dtI
Fate Conspired Against him, it seemed.
He was granted a Cudgel, a beat-stick meant for livestock and vagrants, as they brought it to him he could hear the crowd laughing. Somewhere though, a flit of red-hair came across his vision.
'Mary,' he thought to himself. His self-loathing, sorrow, and rage culminated in a thunderstorm in his chest. A Broken heart throbbed deep within his chest, and the grime-covered Mandalorian clawed at it. It left furrows on his chest as he did so tribal tattoos gleaming under the dirt.
"Ha! See the coward?" Shouted Terraxus. He chucked sand into Allan's face. "I give him mere heart-attacks by existing in his proximity!"
A Warrior's Rage bellowed in him like a Forge kicking on, and he swung at whatever felt right. Blinded, and angry for somebody taking the sight of her away from him he followed where he remembered the offender had been.
Crack.
He heard metal clatter against the sand, and pressed further. Terraxus brought his hands up to cover his head, and Allan reared back and brought his cudgel down against him.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Squish.
Maybe he could afford the things he needed now with his cut.
Probably on Tatooine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPF82Lx0dtI
Cheering Erupted in the bar as something banged into a wire cage. Sorrow erupted also. It was the flow of credits, the circle of life as bets started looking up and down. Another being slaughtered, put to the wire. There appeared to be a thick-cut trandoshan being drug out of the arena.
An Announcer came aloud on an old, crackling speaker. His voice filling the air of the now-silent arena with promises of further glory and amusement as the eight day celebrating a random Hutt's birthday came to it's fruition. "Ladies and Gentlemen, and other beings of varied genders! As our Lord's day of Birth comes to the end of it's Eight Day of Celebration, we bring you a special gift! The Storied Halls of Concord Dawn have given tribute to our Lord, a Mandalorian deemed to unrefined for his family,"
Allan stumbled into the Arena as he was shoved through the cage by men with stun-prods. When the door closed behind him, the stun-cuffs fell from his wrists. He'd rub them and look around, the sounds and sensations of the thronging crowd around him blinding him for a moment. After a moment, the Announcer picked up speaking again. Allan ground his teeth, angrily."A violent being, knowing only taste for blood! Yet our Champion, Terraxus the Indomitable, has only a taste for retribution and victory! Let us watch and Celebrate our Lord Further, by giving him yet another Barbarian to destroy!"
The Announcer Quieted. Allan stared down Terraxus a man (?) larger then he himself, and ground his teeth further. The Concordian turned his head at the beeping of a screen, determining weapons. Terraxus seemingly got the same weapon he'd been using, an axe. And as Allan's name came up, it spun again. He prayed for something of worth, something he could work with and find another day of life. Fate Conspired Against him, it seemed.
He was granted a Cudgel, a beat-stick meant for livestock and vagrants, as they brought it to him he could hear the crowd laughing. Somewhere though, a flit of red-hair came across his vision.
'Mary,' he thought to himself. His self-loathing, sorrow, and rage culminated in a thunderstorm in his chest. A Broken heart throbbed deep within his chest, and the grime-covered Mandalorian clawed at it. It left furrows on his chest as he did so tribal tattoos gleaming under the dirt.
"Ha! See the coward?" Shouted Terraxus. He chucked sand into Allan's face. "I give him mere heart-attacks by existing in his proximity!"
A Warrior's Rage bellowed in him like a Forge kicking on, and he swung at whatever felt right. Blinded, and angry for somebody taking the sight of her away from him he followed where he remembered the offender had been.
Followed by Silence.
The roaring of the crowd that had ripped back up fell quiet. He heard a Man gurgling, and his eyes saw red again once he got the sand out of them. Witnessing what had once been a proud and arrogant man, Allan saw a child tip-toeing with a bleeding skull and half of a tongue. In rage a fist lashed out, striking him against the cheek and sending him into the wire cages. He heard metal clatter against the sand, and pressed further. Terraxus brought his hands up to cover his head, and Allan reared back and brought his cudgel down against him.
Followed by Screams.
He had shattered wrists like they were made of glass. The large man send his foot forward, still wearing some form of boot. It connected with a chin, and laid Terraxus on his back. Rolling over, he attempted to crawl away. Using the bits of rock still inside the wire, he'd pull himself forward. Allan raised up again, on the edges of his toes this time as Terraxus managed to crawl up the wire trying to get help.Followed by Silence one more.
Terraxus' skull completely split again. Allan's Cudgel lay partially implanted into his head. His chest heaved, not from exertion but pure rage. The body was limp against the cage now, and he shifted his shoulders and swung from the side, connecting with a temple. The body slumped against the ground and he began going to work on what was left, unable to stand the sneering face of the man.
Still, silence.
As if by Shock, the crowd remained silent. The bets had ceased going less then a minute into the fight, with two other Mandalorians somewhere in the crowd smirking at the money having been made. The crowd continued it's silence, and Allan had finally stopped swinging. He'd rotate his shoulder, before spinning and hurling his weapon at somebody who'd gotten to close to the wire. A violent war-cry erupted from the gray-matter, blood, and bone chip covered Mandalorians' lips. After a few more moments of silence, explosive cheers erupted from the crowd."Mandalorian! Mandalorian! Mandalorian!"
He could almost hear Diz and Barc laughing underneath the crowd. And to himself, he noted that one of them would chide him for creating a following.Maybe he could afford the things he needed now with his cut.