Master of the Outer Rim Tournament!

[The Banshee]

Axel raised an eyebrow. If this [member="Solan Charr"] character had really forgotten his dueling equipment, then he wouldn't stand a chance against the heavily-armed mercenary. He'd likely end up dead before he got a chance to draw one of those little daggers, which would do absolutely nothing against the Banshee's armor anyways. No, he'd need a different opponent.​

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He glanced over at [member="Varik Ryjin"]. He looked to be the only other real competitor that had advanced in the tournament. The duel between [member="Thraxis"] and [member="Lady Kay"] had seemed more recreational than anything. After a moment of thinking, he would beckon over to Varik. "Alright, looks like you're the only competition left. This fiber armor fellow wouldn't be much of a challenge, what do say we fight? Winner gets the 5 million straight up."​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan smiled as the cylinders he had hidden from sight in his sleeves touched the hands with the daggers. Forgotten his dueling equipment would be a rather honest way to put it considering how Solan looked himself. He wasn't carrying any heavy weaponry in sight and as far as anyone would be able to tell, the large amount of what was on him was all vibroknives. But that reason was simple enough to give him another statistical lead if this man truly did continue to shift focus on the other man.

It was strange though, and Solan had to be honest he was a bit surprised. He looked an easy target, one that could be taken out without showing your hand. And yet he was given a greater and greater chance for the others to tire out their bodies and their arsenals. He wasn't complaining but he might have to end what ever brawl begins if they drag on too long. Or he himself might get bored.

 

[Varik Ryjin]

Varik was leaning casually against the wall when the man addressed him, arms crossed and eyes taking in the exchange before him. He huffed his disapproval at the other man's words, but decided he'd respond in kind regardless.

"I'd say you don't have the authority to guarantee me any winnings until it's just you and me."

He shook his head at the attempt, surprised that the man would try to claim the ability to alter the rules in spite of being merely a contestant.

"If you're as good as you claim, I'll fight you when you're done with him."

He nodded to indicate Solan, then fell silent as he waited for the next round to begin, despite the brute's assertions there would be no sport in it.

[member="The Banshee"] | [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[The Banshee]

The Banshee sighed. He had tried to save [member="Solan Charr"], but it seemed [member="Varik Ryjin"] was intent on signing the man's death warrant. It mattered not, it wouldn't take long anyways.​

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Under most circumstances, when fighting an under armored opponent with no force to boot, Axel would've given him a fighting chance by dueling him no armor, no heavy weapons, just two men dueling for some fun. However, there was a 5 million credit reward for the winner of the tournament. Such a thing wasn't something to be taken lightly, so honor would have to be pushed aside for the time being.​

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Axel gave the men a thumbs-up, shouting "All right, give me a sec to grab my stuff." He would crouch inside the beast pit, and the rest of the contest's competitors would hear mechanical whirring as what sounded to be a small vehicle would come to life. However, as they would soon see, it most certainly wasn't a vehicle. Or small.​

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A man in a hulking suit of Beskar'gam would step out of the pit. He was dressed if ready for war, a massive Bes'kar tower shield and sword strapped across his back. The suit featured a new mod on the right wrist he had just spent the past half hour making sure was operational. He had a Bodo-Baas Gunbelt stretched across the waist which like the suit's pockets, was filled with ammunition and grenades of many kinds. In his hand he held an SMG, with a shotgun hanging at his hip. For 5 million credits, Axel was not messing around.​

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He slam the huge shield into the ground, taking cover behind it as he would take aim with the machine gun. The suit's targeting system would lock onto Solan, ensuring that if he moved while Axel was firing, it would adjust to ensure he (hopefully) didn't miss. This was going to be fun.​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan, almost immediately, found himself striking himself for getting in on this competition without the force. But if there was going to be massively noticeable screw up... well this was it. "Well fuck... of all times not to have the force when i need it." He bolted, before [member="The Banshee"] was even settled and ready to fire. He needed cover as soon as possible and there was very little choices as it were, thankfully there was a dip in their little dunes enough for his body to get behind. It wouldn't be the perfect cover but he needed a plan.

Whether it worked or not, for the short time it would his hands moved to place the vibroknives back. He would need to get closer into hand to hand combat range, but as far as he could at the moment it would be impossible. This was rich, he thought to himself. So much for a semblance of honor on all sides but he was dealing with a tournament being hosted by criminals.

 

[The Banshee]

The Banshee fired at [member="Solan Charr"] as he he made the final few steps in his dash for cover. He couldn't tell if he had landed a hit, but he had guessed not as he had started firing a little too late.​

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As the man rolled behind the dip, Axel raised his right wrist. The top would slide back, and a small rocket would emerge. It was a Type-12B stun rocket. The Banshee really didn't want to kill Solan, as he felt bad for already having what he viewed was an unfair advantage. The rocket was designed to explode with a stunning blast that would hinder and disorient the man while an odorless knockout gas was released into the air from the explosion. However, there was still the issue that he was behind cover.​

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The helmet would connect with the rocket system, setting it on a course to curve over the the geographical obstacle that was the ditch. It would release with a small hiss, and arch over the terrain to explode right next to his target.​

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="The Banshee"]

Solan smiled as his second set of eyes told him about the change in tactics, and just as quickly the sapphire glow of his two sabers leapt from their cylinders and filled the air with a hum. His legs pushed him and his body was brought low to the ground, at the same time though, it was that second pair of eyes The Banshee had failed to notice before, though for good reason. In a flash the small form of the Ashlan wolf that Solan had bonded with shot at the arm and bring its body over the man's visor. Hoping to obscure it with the black fur that matched the alignment of the dark jedi who now charged the man.

It was a small window, and a large distance but the benefit of Solan's body was one he had adapted to long ago. He was Vahlan in body and that was important for one reason, he was much much lighter and more flexible than one might give credit for. He couldn't supplement himself with the force though and that was something he would have to be careful about. If all worked out, he would be able to get just close enough to deal with the heavy suited Mandalorian that was sure to be able to do his fair share of damage if he wasn't careful.

 

[The Banshee]

Just as Axel was about to fire a second rocket, the helmet's HUD alerted him of an incoming lifeform. He turned his head to see a small wolf bounding towards him. Where the hell had that come from? He hadn't seen it before, maybe it was some sort of sithspawn that could turn invisible. Either that, or Axel was just unattentive. Probably the latter.​

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As it leapt for his head, an armored hand would reach up and grab it by the throat. The animal tried to wriggle its way free, but the power armor's considerable strength kept it in check. The sound of a blaster firing repeatedly would echo through the arena as the gauntlet's fully automatic blaster function would rip through the wolf's abdomen. It went limp in his grip with a pitiful whine. The Mandalorian tossed the wolf in the direction of its master. It rolled to his feet as it kicked up sand into the air. How sad.​

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Axel looked up to see [member="Solan Charr"] dashing towards him. He had some distance to cover still, but he was gaining ground. The mercenary whipped out the SMG and firing it directly at Solan. Sure, he had lightsabers to block it with. However, the man would soon find out why the Banshee chose these bullets. The Sith killer rounds would explode on impact, including lightsabers. Even if blocked by a saber, the shrapnel would explode outwards and penetrate the man's skin. Not so fun digging that stuff out.​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Kira was no dumb animal and the moment that the man's head turned, he would not be so stupid as to continue his charge when the man was looking at him, and the moment came to it he turned and ran. This was when Solan's own body stopped in its place and his sabers were deactivated before the SMG was so much as raised. He was still more than ready to get running if this man would continue his attack but Solan's voice was raised as he looked at the man with a carefulness to his movements.

"I resign from this tournament... its all yours." He let his sabers return to their place within his sleeves, waiting for the man to let the battle go and simply turn things down. If he didn't though, Solan was in far over his abilities to deal with. Without his gear, or even just the slightest touch of the force. He was dealing with a armored knight while he might as well be holding a pitchfork in this fight.

[member="The Banshee"]