In Bangkok Dry: World's Strongest

[Fable Tarek]

Try outs were over. Now it was up to the Judges to organize the names and begin listing out the Tournament Line-Ups. The Tournament would officially begin tomorrow. Until then, all of the practitioners had moved to the far end of the Champion's Village were the practice rings had been set up. Here you could find Swordsmen blocking blaster bolts, Pugilists sparring droids, Brutes throwing each other in Judo, and Rogues shadow-stepping across tall fields of wooden poles. Everyone was careful to save their strength for tomorrow, but the opportunity to see so many different Force Forms was grand indeed. Fable stood against the wooden railings in awe,

"Wow. I had no idea. I suppose there is a whole world out there beyond just the old Jedi and the Sith. The Force is marvelous indeed."
"Hokey religions and ancient traditions are no match for a good blaster at your side."

"...You again? Shouldn't you have drowned yourself in your own ego by now."
"Heh. Not quite."

The dashing scoundrel pushed himself away from the wall and approached with a smile. Fable folded her arms over her chest and frowned,

"Come to mock me about my qualifying post have you? Because I'm in no mood to..."
"Hey whoa. Slow down there Red. I haven't even introduced myself yet. ...Names Calum. Calum Tan."

"Humph. And why should I care what your name is? Your not even taking part in the Tournament. Just another groveling spectator I presume."
"Heh. Damn your rough. Look, I came to apologize. I saw your Jedi maneuver and how you messed the whole thing up? Your too emotional. If you don't focus you'll never survive in there. Trust me. I've seen a few of these Tournaments and they never turn out how you expect them too."

"Oh? And why is that? If your so smart."
"Because. I have a hunch that they are all rigged from the get-go. Haven't you noticed the Priests about. The old men who act like the police around here. You can't simply not have noticed?"

"Notice what? I'm here for kicks. Not old men in robes and fuzzy slippers."
"Feh. Nevermind. Just be careful okay. The Priests from the White Tower are not to be trusted. Believe me."

"Believe you? Feh. I don't even know you. And why bother me anyway? Aren't there enough pretty girls here to meet your fancy."
"Listen sweetheart. I just came over to remind you to focus on your skills. That attitude of yours is doing you no favors. Not as a Jedi. Or, as a Sith. You've got to get your head on straight if your going to compete. That's all."

"Feh. Fine. But you let me, worry about me. You can just... Well. You can just go back to your conspiracy theories. Some of us need to 'Focus', remember. Ugh."
"Yeah yeah. Look. Work hard tomorrow and stay focused. I'm sure you'll do fine. ...And here." He tossed her a rare ivory hairpin, "For luck."

"Oh? And just what is this?"
"Keep it. It'll look better on you than me."

Fable frowned as the dashing rogue waved his goodbyes. Disappearing easily into the crowd from whence he'd come. Calum Tan. Gift-bearer. She'd remember the name. For now it was time to wander the practice rings and see who was smashing heads before the big showdown tomorrow.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Wearing a rather simple hood to cloak his face in shadow, Daxton slipped away from the multitudes to meet with his agent in place. The temple's stone walls were slick with moisture, the pad of their boots echoing through the empty hallways.

"Tell me, were you able to acquire it?" Daxton said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Unfortunately no, security is too tight and I haven't had a chance to slip away." The spy replied, his head bowed and slightly tilted to the side, a frown creases his brow as he continues, "My Lord, is it really wise to seek those plants? Surely there are more easier and commercially viable plants to choose......urk!"

His words were cut off as Daxton used the force to grab him by the next. "Please .......my lord.......mercy." Daxton let him hang for a few minutes before releasing him. "Do not tell me what I require or not. We have spent enough time here. Let us go back before we are missed, and not a word to anyone."

 

[Alpha]

Alpha moved onto the training arena to see if he could watch the others fight. He would watch what they were doing and see their faults to use against them in the battle. Just to make sure that he would keep the right person with the right weaknesses he gave then nicknames. There was one girl who had red hair and was the one who went before him. His name for her was Red head. She was arguing with some guy about the stone. The man gave her something makeing her mad even more. That is what her problem was. People annoyed her and that would lead to power. so he thought about ways to use that against her.

Alpha looked away when she looked around to see the area. he didnt want to be made. Alpha made sure to keep his distnace from the other partisapants. Mos of them were young kids around the age of 12 to the oldest of 60-70 year olds. "Maxamillin" was in his hands He was carying the sword like it was a stick. He knew that many people would be checking him out. But he wouldnt let them have their shot.

A man, balding about 5'3' and 40 years old, walked up to him saying "I challange you to a fight here and now. I you do not accept I will cut you down where you stand." Alpha didnt feel like wasting his time and said "No.". The man looked at him and pulled out a sword of some kind. He swung the blade at Alpha's neck line. His sword was stopped short by the huge blade with a flick of Alpha wrist. "Dont old man. Leave the fighting to the battle field." The man swung the sword again trying to cut though his collar bone and down his chest. Alpha's armor could resist Metal swords. He caught the blade with his hand before it could be any where near him. Alpha yanked the blade from the man and threw it across the arena making it jab into the ground about 30 meters away. He looked at the man and said again "Leave the fighting to the battle field." Alpha then walked away from the man. He knew that the man was going to try something.

He heard a thop thop thop sound as a dagger was flying through the air towards him. the dagger missed from Alpha ducking down and to the left. The blade clanked to the ground harmlessly. Alpha faced the man and said "You really want a fight?" The man was not joking. He held up another sword that he had and nodded his head. Alpha was ready for him. the man charged. Alpha caught the mans head in his hands and held him back like a grown man to a child. he shook his head and pushed him back. What he didnt expect was the man to be a force user. He was pushed back from a force push making him hit one of the pillars behind him. A rustle was heard when he got up and examined the pillar. There were crack in it from the power of the push.

Alpha was brused and walked over to the man. the man again tried to force him back. Alpha instead ran at the force push and jumped over the huge energy comming at him. Alpha brought his sword down in between the mans feet. cutting just the clothes on the man. His shirt fell off and his pants slumped onto the ground. Alpha said "Are we done here?" The man stood, wide eyed, at Alpha and nodded his head.

Alpha then said "Thank you. Go retreve you weapons and leave me alone." With out another word he walked over to the corner and waited for everyone to stop staring at him, and to move on with the training.

 

[D' Orrin]

Orrin had taken the time to see the spectacle that Alpha was making himself out to be. Watching the goings on of the small event for the duration of it. Though in watching him he noticed the young woman that he had wanted to speak with. So Orrin would quietly make his way through the crowd in a casual manner so as to not draw attention to himself. Stopping some small distance in front of the woman so as to not alarm her and allow her to know he posed no real threat. He gave her a small nod of his head and then he'd speak.

"Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you. I know this may sound a bit off, but I was wondering where you learned that technique you used on the stone. If you don't mind speaking with me that is."

 

[Fable Tarek]

Champions Village
D'Orrin

Fable was playing with her new Hairpin when another stranger arrived.

"Good day. Oh? You mean the lightning? ...It's a common channeling technique among Force Users. I'm surprised you haven't seen it before. ...Are you? Are you familiar with what The Force is?"

She decided it was best to start at square one. This warrior looked potent, but she was surprised by his question.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Once outside, Daxton adapted once more the persona of a happy go lucky drunk warrior, grabbing bottle of alcohol from one of the stands, tossing a cred stick as payment with jolly laugh. He nearly gagged from the taste though when he tried to drink some. What kind of bootlegging operation are they running around here?

Careful to retain his cover, he miggled with the people while keeping a low profile, just another face in the crowd. Passing by a pair who were talking he almost snickered at the red haired girl's question. Only a complete funta verde (green gilled or inexperienced) wouldn't know what the force is.

 

[Alpha]

ALpha noticed the girl and a pecular looking man were talking to eachother. It was about something intresting because he saw the same Zabrak from last night at the bar walk in. He lost him a ffew times when he was walking around to look the part. He saw him walk over to Red and the man. Alpha thought he may have said something to them but he didnt. Alpha would keep his distance for now. Alpha looked at the blade that was given to him for a second and then he looked up to lose the Zabrak for the 6th time. He cursed at himself and forgot about him.

 

[D' Orrin]

"I'm quite capable in it. It's just that I've never seen a mass of lightning that color before. I was wondering if you practiced a different traditin that may have led up to your ability to use green colored lightning. I found it interesting. For lack of a better way to say it."

He'd explain as he'd have a small half smile on. Today he didn't bother with the masks or helmets today. People could see the full entirety of his face. He figured that no one would really know whom he was or that he would even matter to anyone out there. So no need for all of the points of deception. Though he actually found it a little unsettling when people stared at his right eye. Which some had actually done. Though stylized to resemble a true eye, there was something quite obviously off about it. So he made it a habit as of late to keep his head down when he was speaking to someone so they didn't stare for too long. Or he could attempt to make it seem as if he were not noticing.

 

[Fable Tarek]

Champions Village
D'Orrin

"Ah. Well. Sith Lightning is used to kill or maim. This, specific brand of what some like to call 'Emerald Lightning' is a Light-sided variant. I believe native to the Keldorn Priests long ago. ...Anyway. It is a lower frequency and a more 'concentrated' channeling. You shock your opponent's nervous system and burn out the stamina from their muscles. Like... Like a Taser or a stun weapon. However. It is still very lethal when used in excess. Thus... Some would call it a 'Grey' technique. I myself have accidentally killed many smaller creatures by over-estimating how much power to attack them with."

"So. I guess you could just call it a 'Stun' setting for your generic Force Lighting technique. Incapacitate your opponent, rather than roast them alive. ...It's just personal preference really."

Fable shrugged. She enjoyed adding a Ranged technique to her usual Sword routine. It gave more Utility in combat. That was all.

"...So then. The Tournament starts tomorrow. I assume you'll be participating. ...Good luck then. There is enough talent gathered here in this village to destroy a whole planet. I'm not sure whether to feel really safe? ...Or really sorry?"

She shook her head. It was going to be sink or swim come tomorrow.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Tomorrow would be a brand new day, one with much promise for mayhem and destruction. He would be obtaining the last batch of Black Dahlia extract for his experiments. The fools thought he was getting it for its mind altering properties. Well let them have their little illusions, if the ancient holocron was correct, this would provide him with a nearly unstoppable army. His young friends were going to show him some of the temples in the village. Perhaps he could find something of interest in there as well, after all the day was still young and there were places to see.

 

[Alpha]

Alpha decided that he had watched enough for today. He would be fighting tomarrow, For sure. Alpha intended to get to the top when he could. But first he would see if he could do something with this blade. It was only made of durasteel and lightsabers would cut right though his blade. He needed something to give him and advantage. He hoped that somebody had some extra Cortosis that he could barrow. He would check the Bar tonight when he got there.

 

[D' Orrin]

"Yes, I'm fighting. And I hope that we can speak with one another at a later time. Until then I wish you luck as well."

He'd give her a warm smile and then would depart from her. Looking around at the gatheed crowd as he was going back to his ship. Going about settling in and focusing his mind while mentally preparing himself for the goings on of that day.

 

[Fable Tarek]

Fable bowed and allowed D'Orrin to his peace. Tomorrow the Tournament would begin in earnest and Fable needed time to prepare. Thus she took her leave and returned to the Blue Lantern Inn.

*ooc: drop

 

[Daxton Bane]

With a resounding crack, Daxton sent his opponent flying out of the ring, with forearm broken in half, much to the amazement of the gathered crowd. The match had been going on for several minutes, where the larger opponent had the offensive swinging left and right with his large sword only missing the mask wearing fighter by mere inches when suddenly he launched his counter attack and ended the duel.

Three matches have been fought and with each one, Daxton slowly eased up the leader boards as the crowd favorite. His martial arts did not rely on weapons but rather on bare fist and foot combinations, a rare feat considering most of his enemies were armored and carried an impressive array of weapons. That and the fact, that several of the ladies seemed to have taken a shine on him. Cheering him on during the matches and joining him afterwards for the victory celebrations.

The Blue Lantern Inn already had a table reserved just for him and his companions, pouring generously plum wine and bringing platters of golden roast duck and other delicacies for their most honored guest. Tomorrow was the semifinals, but the Sith Knight was not worried. He already scouted the competition, with his martial skills and his knowledge of Shatterpoint, no one would present a serious threat to him. Laughing happily he called for more wine for his table.....

 

[Alpha]

When he walked to his aparment he stopped by the mans house once again. Since he was now considered his son he walked in. He saw the man sitting down drinking some tea. Alpha sat down with the man. He put the large blade on the table and asked "Do you know where I can get some Cortosis?" The man nodded and walked into the back of his house and brought foward 2 swords that were small. He took both of them out and said "I dont have cortosis, bus I do have swords that can be melted down." Alpha grabbed the blades and said "Thank you......Father." The old man nodded and went to bed. Alpha saw a furnace off to the side. This man Maxamillin was most likely a Weapon smith.

Alpha lit the logs that were already in teh furnace and began to get it hot. Alpha took the blades appart and placed the blades in the fire. They were seprate at first but once they became hot he used tongs and hammer and anvil to pound the pieces together. He molded the metals together so he would still have the weight of the durasteel blade, but the resistance of Cortosis.

he worked though the night making the actual blade. He used a stone to sparpen the blade when the old man came out. He took the blade from Alpha's hands and walked over to a spinning stone to sharpen it. The old man sang a song that was soft yet powerful. he thought that Alpha saw the blade turn a red color and would change to blue then green. he just thought that it was his imagination.

What the man was doing what making the blade stay sharp though the force. Alpha may have not known it but he would have an almost unbreakable blade. When Maxamillin was done he returend the blade to Alpha and said two words "Be gone." Alpha took the blade that was completed and walked back to the tavern. He went to bed and dreamed of using the blade.

In the morning he went to the fights abd won the first two rounds easly. simple young men who didnt know how to block a giant blade. the third round he won because the Jedi he fought couldnt keep his lightsaber on. Because of that he let the man live and try another day. he was now in the semi finals and he was known as a fighter. Not many people cheered for him or with him. He wasl always alone. He was use to it. he walked back and was tired from the fighitn that took place today. He went to bed and when his head had just touched the pillow his eyes closed and went into a deep sleep.

EDIT: was okayed to roleplay of the reforging of the blade. by Tef.