In Bangkok Dry: World's Strongest

[Fable Tarek]

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Donovia

It was a dry village. Raised above the mud and puddles by wooden planks. Rare, I know. Because on this world it never stopped raining. It rained during the sunny afternoon. It rained during the howling night. It rained down and it rained up. It rained like mist and it rained like burning fire. The roads were made like bridges and the houses were made like layered spires. Water was everywhere in this world. In the sky, the trees, and in the ornaments that lined the cities pathways. Indeed, the damp moisture in the air made walking feel like more like swimming. And swimming through the misty air made being dry nothing but a memory. This, after all, was summer on Donovia. And Fable was rather wishing she had brought a bigger umbrella.

Playing with her hair as she tussled from the wagon's jostle beneath. The poor girl couldn't do a thing with her hair today and she cursed the wild humidity with ease. However, it was the mysterious lights along the ground that attracted Fables gaze as she sat upon her wagon's perch. It was night time on the outskirts of the village and the ground was swirling just beyond her feet. You see, when there wasn't mud or shallow pools to cover the ground there were tiny blue ferns called Cora Plants. And they attracted brillant fireflies that made the night buzz with dazzling blue lights. It was like having a sparkling ocean right underneath your feet as you walked across the white stone bridges into town. It was like walking on magic.

"Well. Here we go pretty Miss. Teltrumpet Village. Home of the Bangkok Dry. ...You can erm. You can hop down from the top of the wagon now. I reckon the bridges be safe."

He was a skinny trader. Leading his oxen along with his wagon of goods in tow. Fable had decided to hitch a ride by climbing aboard when he wasn't looking. But the trip had been so long and boring, she had finally decided to strike up a conversation half-way through. So now they were practically best friends,

"Thank you Jowen. I believe I shall."

She danced through the air with an angels grace. Landing easily beside the thin driver with a pitty-patter no louder than the rain droplets themselves.

"Heh. Reckon your looking for the Tournament then? ...Its eh. It's a mightly fine feature of this time of year. All the strongest warriors from all the villages turn up in droves. Looking to test their manhood and earn a medal. ...Erm. Ladyhood too. Of course. I... I don't mean to offend. You look a mighty warrior yourself of course."

"Hehe. Thank you Jowen. See to your animals. I'll be just fine. And thank you for the lovely hat. I should be just fine now."

The thin trader bowed his head and lead his animals into the village with ease. Fable tarried underneath the gate to play with her phone a minute. Listening to the soft music of the rainfall underneath the yellow and red trees above her. It was the rainiest, muddiest, and mostly mysteriously blue-beautiful night she had ever had.

"And with the Bangkok Dry Tournament starting in two days? I'd better find a place to catch some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

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*ooc: A Martial Arts Tournament Thread. Strict post order requested. Open to all.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The Zabrak ordered more plum wine as emptied the last of the contents from his glass. The half devoured roast chicken and small pile of bowls additional evidence of his ravenous appetite. Although he wasn't wearing his usual armor and mirror helm, the Sith Knight couldn't resist not dressing in robes of deep royal purple and green. Metal bracers adorned his wrists as used leather clad fingers to tear off a leg and chewed on the light meat. His feet were sheathed in a supple furred boots that looked expensive and comfortable. On his waist hung not one but three light saber hilts, as if warning off would be challengers that he wasn't a person to be messed with. His face was covered with a half mask, known as the Jesting Imp, allowing him to eat and speak undeterred without showing his face to the public.

Paying for the wine, he considered the upcoming tournament as a challenge both mental and physical. He could easily defeat any of his foes with the Force, but that wouldn't be the challenge. No, he came here in secret to test himself. To push himself to the limit and see who might have the potential to beat him.

Going by the disguise of Arak Carrter, a free lance mercenary, he hoped that no one would see through his disguise. Pouring himself another glass of plum wine he downed it one gulp and then burped contently.

 

[Alpha]

Forests that always dropped water.Rained almost every second of the day. A lone man was walking around the Tournament Arena, apparently looking for someone. The man, Alpha, had been traveling to different planets that would have arena contests. He would search for others like him. Strong, powerful, durrable. He was traveling in his normal attire of armor and he doned a cloak. He didnt know if his name was going around and would rather not risk it. He carried his Disrupter pistol that he had taked from a Mando named Kal A'den, his own slugthrower revolver and his sword. he wouldnt need his rifle in this place. It was a close quarters combat fight. Given that he was made as the "Perfect Soldier" He had to be careful about what he did. If he were to expose himself he would expose his kind. and he didnt want to be the last one.

Alpha made his way into the nearby bar and ordered a drink. He took his helm off to reveal his brown hair and fair complexion. Alpha took the drink and gulpped it down at once. he replaced his helm back on and payed the man. Alpha wanted to see who would be at the Arena. He saw a Zabrak off to the side wearing a mask. He was eatting alone. he looked at him further and saw he had 3 lightsaber hilts. He wondered how he would use them in battle, because a Zabrak does not have 3 arms.

 

[D' Orrin]

D' Orrin would be making his own appearance within the establishment. Where normally he would be donning the helmet that would easily mark him as "The Black Spirit", he'd leave it on his ship for the time being. A contest of strenngth was something that had caught his attention. Ever since his "rebirth" he'd wanted to know just what he was capable of. Small missions here and there kept his minds busy, but his organic mind, his original and true one always had it at the back, the burning question of what he was capable of doing. As he entered into the area he'd casually move the hood of his upper body garmnet over his head. Allowing it to cast a shadow over his features while he looked for a place to sit.

He really wasn't one to try and draw attention. Just like a few of the patrons here he supposed. A small array of close quarters combat weapons were present on his person. Over his right shoulder were twin vibro swords with ornate tribal designs in the blades. A utility belt of sorts was situated around his waist and On his right thigh was a metallic shaft that held within it twin retractable blade points. With a touch of a button the blade points would spring forth and turn the shaft into a twin sided short spear. On his left leg were two stun batons. A quick scan over the patrons were given, though he wouldn't be so obvious with it. While he was doing this he was pretending to be looking around for an empty seat. Once his assesment was done he'd move himself over to an out of the way area with his back towards a wall and take his seat. Removing the Kel Dor breathing mask he kept on his face and placing it on the table just shortly before he'd fold his hands together and wait for someone to take his request for a simple glass of water.

 

[Fable Tarek]

Midnight
The Blue Lantern Inn

Thum. ...Thum. ...Thum.

The old man struck the cords again and again. Rhythm and music. He was thin and blind, just sitting in the wooden corner with his harp. Covering in long white and silver robes. His beard trailing low across the floor. It was the Hour of the Lanterns now. Near midnight. Dark with a steady warm rain. The fireflies washed over the shallow pools outside. Fable pushed open the bamboo door and walked in.

She saw the rest of crew inside. Though she did not know their names. Arak of the Mask, The Black Spirit, and the Soldier with no name. The Fabled Adventurer saw them all and more. For this was an Inn that favored the nightlife. The serving girls in their long yellow coats. The old men who smoked pipes and played cards near the back. Even the fat man with the hammer who was half-bouncer and half unmoving-furnature. She saw them all and more.

The air was filled with the armoa of roasted meats, sweaty palms, and peach pipe smoke. The expertly crafted wooden interior was darked from many years near the fireplace. The mats covered in the wet mud from the roads outside. It was a filthy place to be sure. But natured remained ever present in all things here. And nothing on this planet ever seemed truly clean. Even Fable's hair remained a tangled and uncontrollable mess from the humidity. She took a seat nearer the door and crossed her legs. She wasn't interested in company.

The door swung wide again to welcome more guests. The Blue Lantern was a massive Inn in size and scope. No matter how small the restaurant might seem. It carried three more whole floors of rooms and futon mats for it's visitors. This time of year especially. For the tournament of the Bangkok Dry was just around the corner. The floor of the cantina seemed to creak and buckle from the weight of the five men who now walked in. They were massive themselves. Massive beasts of men. They had bronze skin with dark swirling tattoos of animals and dragons. And the tattoos seemed as fearsome and heroic as the warriors themselves. They wore only silver robes that exposed their breasts to the open air. Showing off their scars and many black-inked trophies upon their chest. Their strong arms were covered in golden metal decorations of foul beasts and demons. Half for show, and half for armor. Lined with faces, spikes, and swirling golden decorations across their shoulders and down to their knuckles. Fable recognized the tinted Ultrachrome immediately. Those fully-armed metal gauntlets meant business.

The five men took heavy steps across the cantina and reshuffled a few tables for themselves. Sitting down without words or a smile. Their Force Auras were powerful but tinted with Red Weaves unlike any other signatures Fable had ever seen. These men were no Jedi, but rather, unique practitioners of the Universal Arts. They had their own Gods, their own village traditions, and their own unique ways of touching the Force that surrounded them. The red-headed Zeltron found them fascinating to simply watch and observe. Walking hulks of men. Deadly and strong. Wearing only thatched saddles upon their feet and covering their cleanly shaved heads with nothing more than basket-woven brims. They were a marvelous mystery indeed. Lions among men.

"Not even a single weapon on them. Just... Armored across their shoulders and their arms. Impossibly heavy they appear. But as graceful as a prowling cat. No doubt these men are from one of the villages nearby. ...Yes. These are caliber of Knights that Donovia has to offer. These are my opponents."

The Zeltron relaxed into her chair and began to think. Just how many more unique and interesting opponents lay in store for her in the coming days. If this was indeed, only the beginning of champions that gathered to the Blue Lantern Inn? ...Then just how badly was she going to have to work to win this.

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Only time would tell.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Tossing the last chewed leg bone into the empty bowl, Daxton contemplated ordering another round when the five walked in. Automatically he assessed each one of them with a glance. To untrained eye it was the look of a warrior studying another warrior, but to the Sith Knight he was tracking each one, studying the fault lines in the patterns of the Force, marking their weak spots and breaking points in his minds eye for future reference.

Letting them have their cocky moment, he ordered one last bottle of plum wine as settled down to watch the rain outside the window. The unending downpour lightened his mood greatly. It reminded him of the night he set his parents free. It was raining quite steadily back then, you couldn't tell if it was the rain or they were crying against fate when he dealt the lethal blow. Rain always brought pleasant memories to Daxton. And hopefully a great deal more when this was all over.

Beneath his mask, all anyone would see was his lips and those curled in a smile of promise and hope.

 

[Alpha]

Alpha saw the five men walk in. They were cocky and aragant. He smiled at them even though they couldnt see it. He saw that they didnt have anyweapons shown. It was a sign of ease and proudness. They believed that they were the best. Alpha would prove them wrong. He didnt need a lightsber to defeat them, he only needed his power and smarts.

Alpha walked over to sit down at an empty table and began clean his revolver. He wanted something to do other than just stare at the lards of fat. He cleaned it and then inspected his disrupter pistol he had take from a mando. This fight was going to be a good one, scrach that a fun one.

 

[D' Orrin]

He took the time to look over at the man cleaning the gun. A few blinks of light were coming from his right eye for a few brief moments before the light would die out all together. Perhaps at that point he'd go get the rest of his equipment. No. He thought better of it as he'd look around the establishment for a few moments and then sip on some water. His attention almost going blank as he seemed to be staring off into one direction. But the truth of the matter was that his right eye had widened its lense to take in more of the area in front of him and that allowed him to see pretty much everything that was in front of him. Which was why he had chosen a place where his back was up against a wall. And the blank expression often helped when people thought that he was spacing out and they figured to attack him. For now he'd wait for things to start. No one seemed friendly enough to just talk things out with one another.. That whole good sportsmanship thing between upcoming rivals and whatnot.

 

[Fable Tarek]

And so the night lingered on. Like the rain and the puddles. And the slow methodical strumming of the harp, the skittering footsteps of the servant girls, and the raging inferno of the kitchen's hearth. Smoke came and smoke pasted further on. Life would carry on.

Fable arose from her seat and approached the fat man with the hammer. A few words past between them and the red-headed Zeltron was instructed elsewhere. It was time for a room and shower. Though, only the Gods know why.

Tomorrow would be a busy day. After all, that was when the 'Sign Ups' and 'Try Outs' would official begin.

"Good grief Fable girl. What have you gotten yourself into this time? Hmph."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton had a busy day ahead of him. Not only was he competing, he was also here to trade in dried herbs and exotic fauna. Amazing how the most vile, disgusting and addictive substances came from backwater worlds like this. Settling his bill with the server, he rose to his feet and took a long casual stroll around the village before returning to the room he had rented.

Taking a small scanner, he checked the subtle detection strips he had scattered to warn him if anyone would break in while he was gone. Satisfied that the room was secure, Daxton sat down crossed legged on the ground, took a deep breath and meditated in preparation for the coming dawn.

 

[Alpha]

Alpha would be in the bar for most of the night. Cleaning his guns and his blade. If thoes men and the others ther were here saw his arsenal they would try and accomidate theirs so they could out match him, but that wouldnt work. He would have his strengths that would over power them. Alpha would finisht late into the night. He walked up to the bartender and said "I'd like a room. One where I can have peace and quiet." The bartender handed hism a key and said "Room 302, have a nice stay while you can." Alpha simply nodded his head and went up stairs.

He opened his door and walked in. He checked the bathroom for anybody hiding in there. He checked the closet too. He found no one. Before daw he would go to the local shops to see if they had anything he could use. Maybe they would have something that would give him the advantage. He took off his armor and got into bed. He thought about what would possably go down during the battle tomarrow. In the pitch black room he began to snore.

 

[D' Orrin]

Orrin kept his attention pretty broad. Watching as the room would quiet down with the people slowly leaving at some point. With the room quieting down he'd leave himself. Though not to any sort of rented room for the ight. That would just cost him more money, and he already paid docking fees. So why not just spend the night inside of his ship? He felt a bit more at ease there anyway. That was one reason for his not obtaining a room. The second was that the rest of his gear was on his ship. He checked some of it, just as a precaution for the moment. Perhaps out of some sort of nervous reaction as he had a few of his own doubts about his abilities. But that was soimething for another time. Doubt was something he couldn't afford to have right now. So after he had finished checking the rest of his gear, he'd get some down time after a point of meditation. Going through a Kata to help ease his mind and then from there going to sleep.

 

[Fable Tarek]

Morning
The Blue Lantern Inn

It was a cold and dusty morning. The rain was coming down softy outside her window and the cocks where crowing with delight. The sounds of the wooden platform streets could be heard as she dressed. Carts and oxen traversed the bridgeways. The sun was slow to reach the horizon and the village remained bathed in dim blue colors and falling yellow leaves. Orange chickens crossed the road in quick sprints and the bright red banners of the Tournament season could be seen flying above the Guild Houses. Flapping in the cold morning wind alongside the many burning smokestacks of morning fires.

"What a strange village this is. To find such a small place in all the universe. I would never have guessed."

Fable's morning was filled with people. As if on que the entire Inn had woken up and filled the hallways, the balconies, and the restaurant with bustling people. There were pets that shuffled past her feet, waitresses who jumped from table to table, and various axe warriors and monks who zipped about too. There wasn't a single place to sit in the whole Inn for breakfast. And the line to order was more than an hour long. She would have to venture elsewhere for food.

The road ways were covered with wood planks and rised above the mud. They had railings toped with various bird statues, coverings made of patterned cloth, and yellow ribbons that hung from every morning lantern. And everything was scribbled in large foreign texts. Thank goodness the signs included pictures too. Otherwise Fable would have been truely lost amongst the crowd. She plugged her nose at times. The over abundance of pack animals, local pigs, and the ridiculous amount of chickens running around; did not help her appetite any.

She found an outdoor restaurant with a patio. It wasn't anything special as the bar and the kitchen appeared to be the same thing. A man and his daughter made the food while their teenage son acted as a waiter. Fable ordered some local fair to eat and sat down to enjoy the cold blue morning. The sun was finally rising above the yellow trees and she smiled. It would be warmer soon, she hoped. The trickling rain never stopped upon the tapestries above her head and the sounds of a stirring city continued. Everyone was very polite, bowing their hellos to each other, and quickly avoiding the strong warrior's way with sudden jumps to the side. All in all it was impossible to describe. The city, was full.

"Excuse me. Boy. ...But where can I find the Sign Ups for the Touranment."
"Ello miss. Do you see that bright yellow tent over there. That is the Champions Village. It's where all the warriors go before lunch to sign up. It's a variable city built on the outskirts of town from tents and cloth hangings. The ground there is raised and made from polished stone. Probably because they say the place is Sacred to the priests in the Tower. My father never lets me go there. He says the warriors will step on me."

"Well. I'm sure they would. And thank you good sir. I shall venture over to this tent city to see for myself. It is not very far at all."
"Nah. Just be careful over there. Thieves avoid the Champions Village. But they plague the other alley's like the plague. We have travelers from all over the world visit us here, at this time of year. So they know the pickings are good."

"Oh my. Really?"
"Yep. We call them The Monkeys Guild. Because they are the only thieves who can race along the rooftops and escape into the trees. Not even the Priests can chase them up there. Hehe."

"Very well. Thank you good master. I'll not keep you."

A pot-bellied pig past beside her table and Fable took a moment to move her feet out of it's way. Such sights were common, she mused. This village was going to be so much fun.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was rubbing his chin as he finished signing up for the competition, arms crossed as he headed back towards the village. A lot of fighters were in early hoping to get good match ups and size up the competition. Walking among the merchants, he paused to haggle with a fat woman with a golden hoop through her nose for some blood red silk when he felt the light touch of fingers dipping into his pocket.

Without so much as missing a beat, his hand snaked down, clutched the wrist and flipped the owner, as she gave a surprised squaw before landing shoulder first into the muddy ground. Picking the cred stick from the fingers of the young pickpocket he said, "If you were hungry all you needed to do was ask. Come."

Then he walked towards a noodle shop and ordered two steaming bowls of ramen, with bits of meat and other savory stuff floating inside. Giving the bowl to the pickpocket, he said, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Eat as much as you like and tell your brother to take his hand out of my pocket and sit down as well."

The young thieves were so astounded that they obeyed and soon they were telling how they were forced to steal because they did not have medicine for their mother who was sick. Ordering more noodles for the children, and having one wrapped up to go. The strange trio headed to the edge of town to visit their mother......

 

[Alpha]

Alpha woke up to the sounds of chickens clicking and people tromping around the place. He got up around the same time as the sun rising. He got up put on his armor and walked out. he ran into a man on the way down and the man yelled at him. When the man saw that Alpha was a twice the size of him the man shut his mouth. the man saunterd off with out another word. He just shook his head and smiled. Apha made hia way down the mudd trodden streets. It had rained last night. He liked the rain. It was natural. Unlike him.

Alpha went past a man who was yelling gibberish when he heard him say "Warrior!" Alpha stopped and turned around to face him. the man went on to say. "Sword to seek is a sword in need. Lad you need a sword." Alpha walked over to the man and asked "What are you getting at?" The man held up his finger as to say "Uno Momento" He walked into his house and returned with a very large blade. He then said "This is my Fathers sword and I dont have a son to pass it down. Please take it. I am tired and want a break from this world." Alpha took the blade from the old man and asked. "What is your name? I shall remeber the man who gave it to me." The man nodded and said "Alex Maxamilin" Alpha nodded his head and would carry the large blade into battle. It was considered a Buster Blade. and he would name his sword "Maxamilin" after the man who gave it to him. He told the man "Thank you. you will be like a father to me. I owe you one." Alpha then walked away towards the arena to sign up.

 

[D' Orrin]

Orrin had slept in his ship, as he had become acustom to doing. He had looked up a few things when he had woken up, to try and educate himself on the goings on of this particular festival and village area. He had armed himself with all of his regular armorments and checked everything over before he even contemplated leaving his ship. Though the thought of bringing along the proton mini missiles had crosssed his mind, for now he'd leave them be. His ship's cargo bay door would open up and through that he would exit the ship. Making a note to envelope himself in some robes of all black and a cloak to attempt to cover up his armoring and the bulk of his weapons he had on his person, thugh the twin Fangs would more than likely stand out as they were rather odd to some people. A force using individual that was carrying solid blade weapons. But he really didn't care. His helmet was under his left arm as he walked what could be considered the streets. Checking to ensure that he was indeed going in the right direction as he went to sign up for the event. As he waited to sign up, he would be doing what a lot of the other warriors were doing. Sizing up his opponents. Though he was doing it in a slightly different manner. Takinng the time for his brain box to store data on armorments as well as physical proportions and calculating speed and strength approximations. Storing the data for when it may come in handy during the tournamement.

 

[Fable Tarek]

Champions Village

It was indeed a whole tournament ground set up by the locals. Having that strange log-cabin sort of feeling as Fable navigated the stone streets. She had become accustomed to the moisture and the rain by now. Having decided early on that she would never be able to wash the 'stickiness' of the air from her clothing. Ugh. So she pressed forward and sign up at the Guild tables for the try outs.

"Here ya go miss. Just hand this puck to there quartermaster over there. He'll see that your set up for the try outs."
"Thank you sir. Very much."

She smiled and bowed. Watching all the ancient men with their long white beards handling all the paperwork with ease. It made her proud to be participating in their old customs. It had the feeling of doing some sacred. Something special.

"Report the the blue circle upon the hour of the fourth moon. There you will be tested. Thank you. Now move along. Move along."

Fable scampered out of the way and returned to the boy she had met early. Questioning him about the 'blue circle' and the 'fourth moon'. Learning the local customs was a tedious necessity sometimes. She thanked the boy and reported to the ring a few minutes early. There she noticed that this was the 'Newcomers Arena'. A HUB for all of the off-worlders and teenagers.

"Ugh. Look at the children. I can't believe they put me here! What a disgrace."

She was busy pouting when she noticed a young boy step into the arena. He could not have been older than 12. The half-naked boy took a fighting stance before a metal statue of a swan. Delicately cast and marvelous to behold. It stood in the middle of the covered arena and seemed a permanent structure of the testing grounds. A wise old man nodded his head and the young boy began to channel his powers.

"Wait... Wait! This can't be! He's too young!"

She gasped as the boy unleashed a torrent of Force Lightning against the Swan statue. The statue began to glow. And then it turned colors. Going from a pale white to a deep orange as the boy continued to blast the statue with all his strength.

"I don't believe it! A child with such power! ...Who. Who are the people!?"

The boy grew tired and released his assault. The swan remained a super-heated orange before cooling rapidly. The priest nodded again and the boy was excused.

"I don't believe it!"
"...Believe it sweetheart. You ain't in Kansas anymore."

Huh? Fable jumped away from the railing to notice a handsome young stranger at her side. He swaggered with pride and a lazy smile,

"Ya see toots. This ain't a tournament for wussies. That kid there. He could have frayed your skin right off your back when he was twelve. All of them Priestly Initiates could. And the men? Ho ho ho. They can lift oxen with their bare hands and float down from impossible heights unharmed. That giant man there can conjuer flames from his fists as he fights, and that fellow there can disappear into thin air. ...Oh no. Your outclassed by a mile my Zeltron sweetheart. You never stood a chance."

"How dare you!" Fable grew bright red, "I'll have you know I'm a born warrior!"

"Sure you are girly. But so is that boy in there right now. ...See. See that statue in the middle of the training grounds. It can turn any color of the spectrum it wants. All you have to do is attack it with your magic. It can sense the power level of the strike and it's turns colors to represent that power. White, Yellow, Orange, Green, Blue, Bronze, Red, and Dark Purple. The richer the color the more powerful the attack. It's how the judges no your ready to fight."

"Well. I'll show you then! I'll make it turn bright purple! You'll see."

"Oh. I doubt that very much. I've watched many of these tournaments before sweetheart. Apprentices never get past Green. Haha!"

"Damn youuu! Don't you vex me! You... You scoundrel!"

"Whoa. Easy there Red. You'll blow a gasket. Haha. Save that outburst for the Swan. You'll need it if your going to impress. Heh."

Fable spun around and burned with indignation. How dare a simple roughneck lecture her. The nerve of that swindler. Ugh. She'd show him.

Fable stomped over the entry gate and flashed her card. The attendant let her in and she waited her turn amongst the teenagers and other off-worlders. She saw a dozen different attacks all land against the Swan statue. Some of fire and force, others of flying lightsabers and lightning, and still other men decided to up and punch the massive thing. That... That never ended well. Even for the brutes and the giants. But the Swan still turned colors all the same. Green and Orange for Apprentices, Blue and Bronze for Knights, with Red and Purple being reserved the mighty Masters and Sages. When it was Fable's turned she stomped out into the loud and dam arena. Ready to do her best.

"Okay Fable. Time to show these boys how it's done!"

She channeled a burst of Emerald Lightning against the Swan and watched it slowly begin to turn colors. White, then Yellow, and slowly turning... Orangeee. Come on. Come on. Come on. Turn Green damn YOU!

"...Heya sweetheart! I thought you said you were going to turn it Purple already! Hahaha!"

The smirking scoundrel shouted at her from the stands and Fable's cheeks grew red with anger and embarrassment. Why that littleee... Ugh!!!

"...Yyahhh!"

She shouted with all her strength and burned her lightning into the Swan with passion. Sadly, emerald lightning doesn't react with passion and her act shorted out abruptly.

"But but..? No."

Her heart sank as the Priest nodded and waved her away. Just, poof... Your done. ...And the statue never even turned Green.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Still wearing his mask and surrounded by a small collection of children, Daxton asked them to back up a bit. Uncorking a bottle of wine, he poured the contents into mouth, the excess dripping over the sides staining his robes with wetness. The slowly he lurched and put the bottle on the ground before swaying left and right, momentum building faster and faster, in a movement so smooth it seemed he didn't have any bones in his body. With a flicking motion of his wrist he sent a ball of force streaking at the statue, as he cackled in drunken laughter.

The statue quickly flickered up the scale to a golden bronze almost bordering on red, and then he was done. Bowing to the judges and then waving to the crowd. When the children ask him what technique that was he scratched his head and said, "Oh Drunken Tiger Monkey." And they all laughed as they headed over to the food stalls.

As demonstrated the Drunken Tiger Monkey was actually a combination of two older clan techniques to create a new highly adaptable fighting style, combining powerful strikes with agile dodges and flowing blocks which neutralized the power of the enemies blows.

If anyone would bother to examine the statue though, they would discover a hairline fracture where Daxton pulled back the force of the blow so as not to tip off his hand too early in the game.

 

[Alpha]

Alpha walked to the main gate and was proceding to the statue. He wasnt going to wait in any line. He saw a Girl with Green lightning comming from her hands. She almost got green and he felt bad for the girl. But he knew that what she lacked in the force she probably had in speed. Alpha saw a Zabrak that he had seen in the bar. come up and he receaved a red color. He smiled. Alpha was going to not hold anything back. He walked up to the statue with his large new buster blade "Maxamillin".

he made sure that he had a good grip on the blade. With the power that he had. He was hoping to chop off a piece of the statue. Alpha stood hwere he was hearing the wind blow and the crowd booing him for not hitting the statue. He took a deep breath and raised the blade over his head with both hands. He swung downward and to the right. making a sideways Vshape slice. Heheard a Zing as the blade followed thourgh. hitting the statue making a perment cut in the stone. it was about a foot deep and the blade rang in his ear.

Alpha checked the blade and saw that it was still sharp. H didnt care that everybody was quite. He didnt care that everybody moved out of his way. Alpha moved on with out looking back. He took his blade in his hand and moved to arena. He knewn that using his prosthetics and his super strenght. Alpha shook his head, wanting to move on.

 

[D' Orrin]

Orrin was taking in the goings on of what was transpiring right before him. Making notes of how much force was being applied to get certain results. The woman with thre green lightning ad caught his eye however. He'd seen a few colors for that, but never of that color. He'd make a note to speak with her later about her own training within the Force as he'd make his way up to strike at the Statue. After having his optical sensor ascan over what people were doing and his cyber brain store the data and calculate the force used for certain results, the twin brained being would then calculate how much force he needed to generateto get the result that he wanted. After stepping up to the statue he'd flex the fingers of his right hand in and out of his palm as a few more caulculations were bing run. A small way to buy himself some time while people were simply thinking that he may have lost whatever nerve he had to begin with. After the calculations wre finalized he'd curl the fingers of his right hand into his palm and form a fist. Hig mass muscle fibers along with servo systems were put to use as he'd make a quick strike at the statue with enough force to produce a green light from it. His quick right jab would shoot in and then out as he stood there for a moment to see if his tactic had worked. After he'd relax his hand and shake it out a bit before taking the time to step away from it and let the next person have their turn