So Fedrig had decided to reach for some big money. A million credits were on the line, all he had to do was beat his opponents. His years of combat training put him at some advantage, at least he thought so until he entered the stadium on Iridonia. He was carted to a changing room and several people told him what the rules of the match were. No deaths if it could be helped, which was fair, one arm tied behind his back which was an odd rule to add in and it limited him somewhat. Fedrig was a man who used big heavy weapons, needing to arms just to carry the gun, in general it was a gun. So this limitation was fairly big for him, made more so by the fact his opponent could be a Sith or Jedi, or one of those Lightsaber folks. Something he did not want to fight unless he had his two hands.
Sadly, this was the cost of the grand prize. The rich snobs wanted eccentric entertainment, there was plenty of tournaments like this, often Fedrig didn't partake but he had to this time around as the money was too great to refuse. Thinking of what he could buy with all that cash blew his mind. He could get a proper merc group running with top of the line gear. A nice dream but he had to face this opponent first. Looking over the weapons made available to him, he wandered what to take. Grenades, only ones that did minimal damage but also had other effects, such as flash grenades, glue grenades, even poison grenades. If he were to face a Force User, having these would give some edge to him.
He took a dagger that was strapped to his leg and then after he finished tying his right arm behind him, Fedrig held a medium length vibrosword. Swinging it slightly to get a feel for the blade, it was balanced enough for this fight. Fedrig sighed, annoyed that he had to leave his favourite gun behind as he entered the arena. Looking around he spotted the crowd cheering and placing bets on the winner and loser. His heavy armour ensured that any Lightsaber folk were going to have a tough fight, Fedrig aimed to predict the worst and to him, Force Users were the worst.
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Sadly, this was the cost of the grand prize. The rich snobs wanted eccentric entertainment, there was plenty of tournaments like this, often Fedrig didn't partake but he had to this time around as the money was too great to refuse. Thinking of what he could buy with all that cash blew his mind. He could get a proper merc group running with top of the line gear. A nice dream but he had to face this opponent first. Looking over the weapons made available to him, he wandered what to take. Grenades, only ones that did minimal damage but also had other effects, such as flash grenades, glue grenades, even poison grenades. If he were to face a Force User, having these would give some edge to him.
He took a dagger that was strapped to his leg and then after he finished tying his right arm behind him, Fedrig held a medium length vibrosword. Swinging it slightly to get a feel for the blade, it was balanced enough for this fight. Fedrig sighed, annoyed that he had to leave his favourite gun behind as he entered the arena. Looking around he spotted the crowd cheering and placing bets on the winner and loser. His heavy armour ensured that any Lightsaber folk were going to have a tough fight, Fedrig aimed to predict the worst and to him, Force Users were the worst.
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