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I Love Games!

Coruscant a city of crappy people, crappy water, and generally crappy air. But it had its uses, it contained some of the most powerful force sensitive beings in the galaxy. The Jedi Order a group of what the Horde considered to be lesser beings that needed to be purged from this galaxy, but they had their uses. Uses like entertainment for the supreme overlord, and young padawans always made the best shows. It was a rainy night on coruscant the air was thick with the pollution being washed away from the air by the rain. The Jedi temple was a bustle as always and the horde had the pick of the litter. A detachment of Cloaked force dead Yuuzhan Vong hunters had been detached to retrieve a few padawans for the games that would be taking place on one of the smaller planets of the horde for celebration of their expansion into the galaxy. For now the hunters watched the outside of the Jedi temple waiting for any padawan level Jedi to pop out so they could grab them and begin the games.

@[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"]

Sorry for the crap start just got off work and I'm tired will begin actual posting in the Morrow
 
@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] - @[member="[/COLOR][FONT=Tahoma][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3925-domrius-novoxy/"]Dom'rius Novoxy[/URL]"][/FONT]

Hasjo Hallu left the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, taking the steps slowly. His brown cloak dragging behind his feet. His black eyes downcast. A very small hilt for a lightsaber hung attached to his belt. He had been speaking to Dom'rius recently within the temple and had parted ways for the night. He was to return to a diner he frequented with his father for dinner, before returning to his apartment to rest. The fellow Nautolan was younger by five years, but great company to have around. It dissolved the loneliness of being one of the few and far-flung Nautolan that left the confines of their home planet. Oh how so few of them ever left. And the people here just didn't have the same tastes in food, nor music as his own race. He glanced up to the setting sun, a dark shadow falling upon the city. Hover cars whined overhead. Smog clung high in the sky. He sighed aloud, taking in a deep breathe of the refreshing afternoon breeze and continued onwards.
 
The group of hunters bounced from rooftop to rooftop cloaked and ready the only things showing they were there were the splashing of puddles when they walked and their frames being revealed by the rain. They were tracking the padawan and they knew just how to get him. "Grix you stay up here, provide watch. Chokta and I will go down and make the snatch." The force dead hunters made their plans and proceeded with them. They were to take the padawan and knock him out for transportation to a far off world where he would be tested and hopefully slain after putting on a good show for the crowd. The hunter known as Vaas right hand of dredge himself lead the mission through the rain and muck of the planet. They just needed to lure him into their little trap.

Setting themselves up near an ally by where the padawan was to pass Vaas jumped down to the streets hitting the ground with a thud, the water splashing across the alleyway. "Grab a civilian." Said the hunter on comms from the roof above. Snatching a female human from the street whom was passing by the hunters had the bait. Chokta set himself up on a nearby perch to hit him with the trap when he came in.

"Make her scream!" Said the hunter, with a smile on his face the cloaked hunter grabbed his knife and began to stab into the woman's gut once. A loud piercing scream rang out to the Jedi and they counted on him to come to investigate.

((Let's go one without him, if he posts we will include him)) @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Hasjo snapped his neck around when he heard the bloodcurdling scream of an innocent woman. He disrobed out of the thick, brown woollen robes of the Jedi Order and took the steps three at a time. He was now sprinting in the tight brown and tan tunic and trousers that Jedi wore as attire. His hand instinctively reaching down for the thin and tiny hilt of his lightsaber. Small by most standards, especially in his large webbed hands. But that was the way he liked it, and the way he had made it. Green plasma ignited as his thumb slipped over the ignition. Though he felt anguish at this womans suffering, he forced himself to set aside all emotions and thoughts. He raced into the street and towards the man, and the cloaked creature. All he could see was an outline of a being as the rain poured over the cloaking. He focused his mind, using his body as a connection to the force. He propelled himself forward with that very connection, landing before them in a roll. As he came up onto his feet, he swung the lightsaber down in a high arc in the form of Djem So over the outline. The move was known as 'Falling Avalanche', using up immense strength for a powerful blow.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]
 
The trap was set perfectly the creature had taken the bait, now it was time capture and contain. With one hand a sick crack was heard from the woman's neck. The creature known as Vaas crunched it with a breeze and smiled under his cloak. Now it was time to deal with the small padawan who was attacking him. Little did the Jedi know that under his cloak he wore the infamous Yuuzhan Vong armor that could take lightsabers like nothing. You could catch lightsabers in your hand and hold it for a few moments before it burnt you. So the creature wasn't in a rush to dodge the attack. The saber simply cut through the cloak he wore to reveal a large black armor claded figure wearing a plate iron mask. The saber simply glanced down and fizzled off the armor. "Goodnight Jedi." Quickly a gelatin like substance was thrown at the feet of the Jedi on the ground. If it landed the grip was nigh unbreakable unless you knew what you were doing.

Following afterwards was a dart aimed at the neck of the Jedi to try and knock him uncouncious. The hunters hoped their plans would go off without a hitch and the Jedi would awake to his new life as a gladiator in the arena of their people. The hunters were force dead and just about light saber proof. If the Jedi intended to fight he would be in for a rough night. @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

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He was stunned into shock as the lightsaber failed to strike the person. He had never encountered anything like it before. That was all the moments chance they needed. He heard a voice speak "Goodnight Jedi." Hasjo moved to swing again, but found his feet stuck to the ground. He glanced down, and something bit against his neck. He dropped the hilt of his lightsaber. The weapon fizzled out and clattered against the street. The corner of his eyes grew dark, he felt weak and fatigued. He went to move but found his arms had grown heavy. He felt himself begin to fall backwards, collapsing. Darkness consumed him.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]
 
" He's down, unhook the beast before it kills him." As the hunters gathered around the fading Jedi they removed the jelly around his foot by luring it away with a piece of food. Capturing it and putting it back in the container the hunters looked down at the Nautolan with their blank masks. "I say we kill him and grab us a new one." One of the hunters said, to the other "No, boss wants him alive. We got a new arena opening up on the moon Mor-" the hunter cut himself off as he could see there was a little life left in the Jedi bellow him. "Hold on for a second." Removing his mask the hunter revealed his scarred face to him as he picked up the Jedi's lightsaber. "This is a nice frakking saber. I'm gonna keep it." He said looking down at Hasjo smiling. "Cut the girls head off with the saber make it look like he did it then fled." Vaas said directing his men to cover up the scene of the crime. "Enjoy your new life slave." With that a rather large boot came down on the face of the Jedi making sure he was knocked out. When he awoke it would be a very very new world for him.

16 HOURS LATER

"Hasjo, wake up. We're here. Haaaasjo..." A small hand could be felt moving up the aliens dreads before a hard yank could be felt to wake him up. "HASJO!! We are here!! And you are gonna be super busy!" When the Jedi awoke he could see he was quite restrained and in a dark hole. In the distance the faint sound of cheering could be heard. In front of him was Vaas the hunter from the alley and he looked as chipper as ever. "We got a full house today and the boss is here so you need to put on a show for him hermano! Die but not too quick, we need to build the suspense." As he kept talking the Yuuzhan Vong snapped his fingers in front of him to wake the more than likely dazed Jedi @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
He heard a distant voice call to him. His eyes fluttered open but the world was still a blurry mess. "Hasjo, wake up. We're here. Haaaasjo..." and then he felt the yank. His eyes burst wide open and he sat up. His hands and feet were bonded in chains. He heard the roar of a distant crowd. He was confused, and everything was so dark. He looked up to the creature that had captured him, or so he believed had captured him. "What show? What are you talking about. Why have you taken me" he tried to remain calm. Focusing on the force. He was reaching out, sensing for his lightsaber. But it wasn't on him. Panic dawned on him.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]
@[member="Leena Keldrono"]
 
Ignoring the burning feeling that prickled on her forehead the human girl forced her chocolate brown eyes open. Leena's vision was blurred by blotches of black and searing pain, her brows burrowing in agony she let a tiny gasp escape her lips. As her sight slowly began to return Leena instinctively reached for the lightsaber that usually hung on her belt only to find that there was something cold and rough pinning her wrists to her sides. Her heart started to pound furiously against her chest once she realized what that meant. Binds? Stang! How did I get here?! She thought to herself, her eyes wide open in panic. The bruise that was forming on the right side of her forehead was making it hard to think. She couldn't recall where she was...or where she had been. That was worrying.

Peering around her new surrondings Leena couldn't make out every much. The room was small and dimly lit, and a damp smell lingered in the air. Muffled voices echoed from somewhere in the darkness but the girl couldn't catch a glimpse of a being of any kind. Maybe there was another room close by? Blowing a loose curl that had fallen in front of her face out of the way the padawan turned her attention to the binds on her arms. Thick, heavy metal was coiled around her fair skin, leaving a few grazes if she struggled to much. Leena tried to call upon the force to smash the blasted things, but her head was still spinning. Stang stang stang STANG.

Leena was suddenly aware of the faint metallic taste of blood on her tongue. Spitting out a blob of blood onto the dusty concrete Leena felt a little more calm. Judging by the damage she had at least put up a fight coming here. She hoped she knocked out a few teeth. As the room began to stop spinning the voices in the distance grew a little bit clearer.

"What show? What hare you talking about? Why have you taken me?" Someone said, his voice was young and controlled, although there was something in the tone of his voice that told her he was barely suppressing panic. She wasn't alone in this situation. Leena felt her stomach knot. She needed to get out and fast, get to that guy and anyone else who might be tied up in the old, wet cells. Maybe she might get an idea of what they were in for if she got whoever the young man was talking to's attention.
"Hey, HEY! Show? What the heck is going on!?" Leena yelled, her voice a little bit horse. She hoped her nervousness was hinted at by the slight crack in her words.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 

Vaas

Guest
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Looking over Vaas saw the woman they had captured on coruscant as well, a fighter that one was. A smile came on his face and looked back to Hasjo first. "You see hermano, where to are doesn't matter. What you are about to do, that's what does. We are all but rotting bags of flesh and pain in this existence. And soon your suffering will end and you will be one with the gods." Reaching his hand up ha gently ran it across Hasjo's face and smiled, "It's okay, no one will even know you are gone." Smiling the Yuuzhan Vong's skin began to change into a more green hint. As his body changed and morphed he looked just like Hasjo now, to a tee. "I killed that woman in the ally, I couldn't handle being a Jedi anymore. So the darkside was just too good to resist." Looking into a mirror the reflection smiled back at him before turning back into his normal Yuuzhan Vong self

Stepping over to the woman chained up he stared at her and laughed. "Chica, only the greatest show in the galaxy. The deaths of two Jedi dogs! And you're the main attraction. So chica here's what's going to happen, you two are gonna go out there to that arena! Put on your best faces and then die in a dramatic manner, the boss is watching and you guys need to put on a show for him." Clapping his hand Vaas laughed and walked out of the room "also I will be keeping your blades, too nice to let go of." As he left the room the door slammed shut and the locks around their bodies fell off and a ramp opened up to the sounds of hundred cheering awaiting the gladiators to come out.

"Oh and you might want to go before I had the room!" A voice played over a loudspeaker above their heads telling them to leave at once

@[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Leena Keldrono"]
 
@[member="Vaas"] | @[member="Leena Keldrono"] | @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]​


Hasjo looked deep into the black eyes of his own face. He knew for what this was. He collected spittle in his mouth and spat it out upon the creature that attempted to portray him. Hasjo said "No one will believe your lies." He watched him morph back into the foul, decrepit being he was. He pulled against the chains fruitlessly. He had heard their fate; death in the arena. As he heard the door slam shut, suddenly his attempts at breaking free had worked. The bonds simply falling from his ankles and wrists. Hasjo stood up, rubbing the wounds the tight chains had left. He moved over to Leena, suddenly realising that she was here. He had been so caught up in how he had got here and why that he didn't notice her. "Are you okay?" he asked. The ground began to rumble as a ramp began to elevate, leading up into the arena. "There's only one way of getting out of here. We need to work together if we want to survive." He stood, moving purposefully towards the inclined platform. His leather boots softly slapping against the metal. Sudden light pierced his eyes, forced to use his hands to cover the sun. It had been so dark in there that his eyes weren't adjusted to the brightness. He blinked involuntarily, a rare sight for a Nautolan. He gazed out into their arena, surrounded by thousands of cheering onlookers. All cheering for their deaths.
 

Vaas

Guest
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Screams echoed through the arena, chants and cries for blood as the Jedi stepped up and out of the preparation area. On his left he could see two things, a pair of vibro blades and durasteel shield. It was quite the turnout really, the arena was packed and everyone went silent as the sound of a finger touched a microphone. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN BOYS AND GIRLS GENDER NEUTRAL BLOBS AND CHIBBY THINGS WELCOME!!" With that the area roared at the sound of Vaas' voice "TONIGHT HERMONOS WE GOT A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU ALL!! ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE YOU TO THE ONE AND ONLY JEDI PADAWAN HAAAAASSJO MUTHA FRAKKING HALLU!!!" Booing the Jedi the mixed species of guests all craved to see him die. Jedi were to be hated in this region of space, not that Hasjo knew where he was but it was pretty obvious he wasn't liked

"Calm down calm down! Now lets get him nice and warmed up shall we?! UNLEASH THE ACKLAY MINORS!!" On the opposite side of the arena smaller versions of acklays came out of the gates and began to charge the young padawan. Three of them in total that wanted to cut him up and have him for a meal. The Jedi would need to act quickly if he was to survive this encounter. @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Hasjo sprinted for the vibroblades, ignoring the shields. He needed his maximum agility and a shield would only slow him down. As the three creatures came howling after him, he quickly leapt out of the way. They were small, but they were still vicious - especially in packs. He kept moving, standing on the toes of his feet. He watched one of them, appearing to be the leader. Divide and conquer. This one would go down first. As it lashed out at him, he struck back. The vibroblade forcing it’s way through the creatures tough hide. An audible crack could be heard as it penetrated. The creature went down, moaning and growling in pain.

@[member="Vaas"]
 

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