Red + Blue = Purple (CIS Domion of Vendaxa Hex T,39)

[Braxant Spirit]

The stage was set and the arena secured for the latest round of games involving the CIS military readiness program. It was all meant to be in light fun and the games came with a system which was sure to entice. Rumor had it the members of the winning team would collect a prize, but such speculation was that really.

Their host had agreed to let the Confederacy do as they wanted on a far continent from the rest of the civilized encampments. With a small colonized population, the world was valuable in its ability to stage war games such as these, and the supply of Akley which could refill the arenas on Geonosis.

For those who diverted from the games, a massive swarm of the giant bug like beasts waited wrangling and capture. It was not going to be an easy task to take the beasts alive, but it was what was required.

Today was a day for anyone within the Confederacy to prove their mettle. Anyone could be the hero, and anyone could score the final point which put their team over the top. The rules would be simple. Red team would face off against blue team. Every hit, every explosion, and every vehicle or building which was destroyed all counted. Whatever remained one the abandoned continent was fair game.

This objective is simple. Red team versus Blue team for all you pvp people that need an outlet. What team are you on? Great question. If your first post is even you’re red, and if your first post is odd you’re blue. We even have bling for you. PLEASE MARK YOUR TEAM. Eternal Substance will be keeping score so make sure your points go to the right team.

For those who don’t want pvp but feel like teaming to try their hand and catching some giant bugs. Don’t worry… they are more afraid of you than you are of them… I think.

Want your own fun? Cheer on a team, find a bar, wrestle up some restless criminals… your imagination is the limit here.

Let’s have some good clean fun! May the best team win!!!

Spoiler

[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Aiden"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alexandrite"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alvarex Zambrano"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Andi Americus"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Betty Americus"]
[member="Billy Americus"]
[member="Braan Kell"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Rixas"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Zurvan"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Hadashah Vi'dreya"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Verd"]
[member="Jade Isara"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Katria Vekarr"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Kilia"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Kyle Naktis"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Natasha Darkstar"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Popara the Great"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Sander Europa"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Umai"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Xenro"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boot Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword
Location:
Tags: TBA

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Alwine was standing awkwardly. She did not remember signing up for this. She did not even understand what this was. A game of sorts, yes, but the rules were fuzzy, and the noise was too damned loud. She would… Have to fight people? Something like that. Or that, she was ready, her Obsidian Knight Sword already in hand. All that remained was to wait; see who would show up and be on her team, and who would be foolish enough to oppose them.

It would be a welcome break to her never-ceasing investigation and training sessions. Perhaps… the Lupine thought, perhaps she would even manage to find some enjoyment in this.

 

[Zing]

Post: 1
Weapons: Lightsaber, vibrodagger, two wrist blasters


Orion stood with his arms crossed, seeming to be unimpressed and uninterested. But in reality? He was chomping at the bit. The ability to go toe to toe with some of the greatest fighters in the Confederacy was exciting to him. Whether or not he won, he knew he could learn quite a bit and maybe make himself into a better fighter. The better he could make himself, the better off he was gonna be.

All he really knew of the rules was no killing, which, he figured. He knew he would have to be more tactical then brutal, being able to take down enemies without bringing harm to them....at least...not too much. He looked to his left and right nonchalantly, looking for his allies.

 

[Minerva Vessia]

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Wearing: Under Equipment in Bio​

Weapons: Under Equipment in Bio​

Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"] [member="Orion Trex"]​

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What are you thinking? Was the very question Minerva was thinking as she stood there? She had no idea what the rules was going to be. If she was limited to not being able to use the Force she was going to be in some very real trouble.

She gave a weak smile to those gathered. All the while quietly calling herself stupid for volunteering for this!

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[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Vendaxa - Jungle [War Game Area]​

Tag: [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

Objective: WIN​

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The BNI-Units that belonged to [member="Srina Talon"] had been feeling quite small as of late. Not their usual standard of small, which was, three foot nothing, but more of an existential crisis. There were so many more automatons that seemed to be of use to their Mistress and they just didn’t feel as if they quite measured up. They had more speed and agility than most, but fewer weapons, and fewer sub-routines. They had no “0-0-0” protocol hidden in a partition to enact sweet vengeance on their enemies.

Namely, [member="Aryn Teth"]. The Commander of Ashes needed to die. The blue and red hued rabbits had decided it one night, while he battled their Mistress, that angry letters to the capital were not enough. Something needed to happen. So, with the permission of their wintry mother-figure, they had traveled to Vendaxa with a few Confederate convoys to test their mettle.

They just wanted to make the Mistress proud. And perhaps, win her a prize.

And, of course, obtain the ability to do away with their nemesis.

Vendaxa was a jungle. Really, full of green things, scary Acklay, and wide, wide oceans. It would have been a nice spot for a resort if there wasn’t always something trying to disembowel and or eat the tourists. The “War Games” were relegated to a particular area where the few civilized location centers would not be disturbed, nor, would their activities be hindered. Props and abandoned shanties had been set up for them to hide and blow away as their imagination saw fit.

BNI-Bella could pinpoint a lot of wooden shacks in the makeshift city, surrounded by jungle, and filled with terrible things. Far, far above the wargames, they knew their Mistress was watching from a variety of monitors. Many of the high-ups would be there. Watching, evaluating. It would be as much fun as it would be a test of skill. “We can do this. The Mistress has faith in us.”

“Yes. She was right. A droid is still a droid no matter how small.”

BNI-Leo agreed with his blue-hued companion. They walked paw-in-paw, helping each other over fallen trees, and murmuring little plans together. They had a plan. But, the plan required an enemy. They couldn’t score points without opposition! Suddenly, his sensors went off, and he focused his singular red eye through the trees. There was someone there. Organic. Check.

“Target acquired. It’s the wolf-man.”

The red rabbit fell still as his eye began to light up. It grew brighter and brighter until a giant beam flew out of it—toward the unsuspecting victim. It blew past trees, vines, and obstacles with ease.

Poor wolf-man. [[member="Gerwald Lechner"]]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Gear: Obsidian Strike Armor, Lightsaber.
Tag: [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Orion Trex"], [member="Minerva Vessia"], @@BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo

Wargames were the heart and soul of a well prepared military. Even the Knights Obsidian knew they had to be ready for anything and any eventuality. It was a time when those who thought they were the best could find their weaknesses, and when those who lacked confidence could develop it. Everyone was on a level playing field, human, alien, droid, not one participant would be viewed above the other.

Gerwald loved wargames. His mouth as almost wet with drool at the idea of fighting for the sake of training. Had he been shifted into his wolf form, the man would have been drooling with excitement over it all.

His eyes fell to his sister. They were on the same team. He viewed the others that gathered as well. Soon enough the rules would be explained and they could begin. There was only one thing on Gerwald’s mind in the moment, and that was to win.

There was no time to say anything to his sister because he was being fired upon. He managed to take cover in time, and shouted something as he ducked behind a massive rock.

“Alwine... hide.”

He looked out, spying a pair of droid bunnies? Bunnies, with lasers. Oh hell...

 

[Lirka Ka]

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Now, who had gotten the bright idea of allowing Marshal Ka to participate in the wargames very much deserved to be smacked, demoted, or whatever other nonsense came to mind. The Sephi shaped lunatic was already on a practical hunt to engage in that sweet sweet dueling, not having a good experience that wasn't just nonchalantly carving through dozens of screaming people and that made her dangerous. Well "dangerous", she didn't even turn on her Klaive to unleash it's actual destructive capabilities and instead planned to simply smack and headbutt whoever was unfortunate enough to fall in her sights: no hard feelings, right? Or it could be hard feelings. And they could do it again.

Easily summarized as rushing through the planet being far too gleeful while doing so she simply was a predator hunting for some prey: which one of those silly reds would be bloodied up, oh how she hoped it was a fun one.

 

[A'Runda]

Location: Some Hilltop
Goal: Boom, Headshot
Equipment: Gaffi Stick, Tusken Cycler Rifle

Spoiler: Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUtCC5VPwBs&t=25s

Patiently the Tusken waited upon a hilltop, laying in the tall grassy plains of the island. Slugthrower extended out in front of him. Today he'd use his Tusken marksmanship to serve his side in the war game. The most gifted Tuskens could hit a speeding pod-racer from over a kilometer away. However, they didn't have the Force, so with that addition A'Runda theoretically could pull off some impressive trick shots whilst giving a telekinetic influence to the path of his projectiles.

But only for now he'd settle himself on his hilltop which should be overlooking some of the mock battlefield so that he could provide his long range support. However, if things got up close and personal he wouldn't be afraid to go toe to toe with an opponent. As of now the lone Tusken would simply wait as the breeze cause him to make ever so slight micro adjustments to his form and current aim.

[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Above the War Games [Watching From Atmospheric Barge]​

Objective: Monitor the Troops​

Tags: Anyone that wishes to join... ​

Far above the War Games that had been arranged on Vendaxa stood the wintry Dread Queen of the Confederacy. An atmospheric barge had been arranged for anyone that wished to spectate the deeds of their soldiers and friends. As per usual, they welcomed friends and allies, and anyone that wished to participate but the young woman was focused on those that she had need seen in open combat before. Keen silver eyes flickered over a variety of holo-screens that could be used for varying points of observation.

The barge was nothing too fancy. Basic shielding and more of a modified planetary repulsorlift transport than anything else. The CIS had simply retrofit a sail-barge with a habitation sphere technology to allow a higher vantage point. It held speed via a decent propulsion system and a three-chambered engine. It required a crew of at least thirty droids to keep running smoothly, however, it could hold over a hundred passengers comfortably.

It lacked in the way of weaponry but it was acceptable. It hadn’t been created to fight. More than anything it had been created to observe. There was a score board visible in the air that showed how the teams were shaping up thus far.

Red

• [member="Alwine Lechner"]
• [member="Minerva Vessia"]
• [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
• [member="A'runda"]

Blue

• [member="Orion Trex"]
• [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]
• [member="Lirka Ka"]

Not a bad turn out, thus far, but Srina was hoping to see more of their personnel arrive. There were plenty of Knights that always seemed to be looking for a way to prove their worth. This was an excellent place to start. It would be interesting to see how all of these people would work together. They come from different backgrounds, different walks of life, and some were even far from human.

She moved across the deck of the barge like a ghostly albatross, arms crossed beneath her bosom, taking in the different scenes. She wore an ivory gown that was tipped with shining metal accents to express her fondness for armor. So far, it seemed, that only a few had begun to engage. A twinge of concern passed through her for her rabbits [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] but they’d seemed so happy to attend she couldn’t deny them. She believed in them, but, she worried that they might have bitten off more than they could chew.

“Good luck everyone…”, Srina murmured, half under her breath, entirely to herself. She hoped that no one got seriously injured, but, these were war games. Not training. Injuries were going to happen. She really hoped she didn't have to fish pieces of her droids out of the jungle though. Their systems were backed up in Golbah City but that wouldn’t stop her from silently hoping that their current chassis didn’t get turned into scrap. It was jarring for them to not know how they’d been torn apart, blown up, or otherwise destroyed when they were uploaded into new forms from the last save. They never knew how they perished.

She hated telling them.

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Red + Blue
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Objective: Defeat the opposing team
Post: 1
Location: Vendaxa

Vildarn clutched his blaster pistol as he lay prone waiting for some kind of target. Blaster fire drew his eye toward other teammates nearby. It seemed like they were being attacked and he needed to help.It would take him some time to get to the large rock but his blaster was fully charged. He needed to make sure the other blue team members didn’t get the drop on him.

 

[Genesis Rostu]

For a moment, he could breathe.

Though the mask of his Obsidian Armor permitted oxygen to fill his lungs, it was never the same as feeling the cool air upon his cheeks. Frankly, he hated the damn thing. Felt that the whole getup hindered his movements and prevented him from breathing. But it was insisted that he relent and put it on. Such were the orders given to him only days after his "birth." Micah relished the few precious seconds he had - running a gloved hand through his mass of curls as he awaited touchdown. Currently, he was above the sprawling forests of Vendaxa, staring out across the greenery. And though his eyes danced from tree to tree to tree, all that he saw were his thoughts.

All he could think about was what had been.

His earliest memories were good ones. He recalled a loving family. A peaceful childhood on Krant. Chasing his siblings through the castle and being scolded for knocking things over. He recalled a normal upbringing - unmarred by war or civil unrest. Everything was mundane. But...was it real? The doubt which had infected the pit of his stomach was the fault of the Kaminoans. He woke up, days ago, suspended in a pod. Wires connected everywhere. His first sight was those tall, pale beings staring at him. Alongside a masked figure. When the fluid was drained away, they claimed that a terrible had occurred. That he was placed in the pod for emergency healing and surgery due to speeder accident.

That the masked was his father. That he would be fine now.

And for a little while, Micah Vi'dreya believed them. From being released from the pod to following his sire home, he believed that he was simply the son of a politician. That he lived a comfortable life and got involved when pressed the old man. Yet...the seed was planted when he browsed the HoloNet. The Kaminoans were not known for healing or emergency medical procedures. They were not the first place that wounded youth were carted off to for healing. They were the place were clones were born. Where memories were manufactured. Forum after forum made claims of this - that people were being manufactured. They all they knew was a lie.

It made Micah's gut do somersaults. So when he approached the old man about it, he was met with frustration. Anger. He was berated for his irresponsibility - for stealing a speeder and crashing it like an idiot. For causing his sire to go through great lengths to sweep it under the rug by taking him to such a remote place. And as a consequence for this - and the gall to question his entire life - Micah found his freedom stripped away. No longer was he able to bachelor he was around the Well. Now, he had to earn his keep. Now, he took the Obsidian Vow. And the first bit of training was...just that. Training. A wargame of Red vs Blue.

At least he had the freedom to pick his team.

When at last the engines were killed and the dropship came to a halt, Micah lowered his visor and took a deep breath. The air just tasted...stale...coming through it, but he would just have to deal. Other dropships were landing now, touching down at various points inside and outside the makeshift city. There were plenty of places to find cover. Plenty of places to ambush an opponent unaware. And with the sole rule of engagement being no fatalities, that opened up quite a few possibilities. As for the young Rebel, well, whether he played along or went full Australis remained to be seen. For now, he tracked the descent of a relatively close dropship and marked it as a target on his HUD.

Getting to a better vantage point was elementary. Occupying his feet were a pair of Bonemarchers which made leaping a cinch. From his position, he bounded onto a medium wall - and from there pulled himself up onto a rooftop. He then lowered himself to a crouch and awaited the reveal of his target. After all, it wouldn't do to accidentally go after another member of Blue Team. He didn't have to wait long - as it seemed a mixed bag of participants emerged from the single vessel. Three Reds: [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Gerwald Lechner"], and [member="Minerva Vessia"] . And one Blue: [member="Orion Trex"]. They seemed to waiting, in peace, for the event to begin.

But an automaton pulled the trigger. A crimson bolt leapt across the expanse attempting to strike the Reds. "Showtime." he growled, reaching into the pouch affixed to the rear of his belt. His fingers found and seized the form of two throwing stars, which he then laid flat on his palm. The Force did the work from there, raising them a mere inch upon his flesh before setting them spinning. A vicious hiss reached his ears as the speed of the weapons climbed faster than what his own throw was capable of. He then took a glance at the Reds once more - finding the Lechners taking cover and a pretty woman sticking out like a sore thumb.

Sorry. Not Sorry. The throwing stars launched from his hands and hissed through the air, moving at a blaster bolt's pace. Their speed was such that they were moving buzzsaws, capable of chewing through flesh and even bone with relative ease. The angle of the telekinetic throw saw their paths diverge ever so slightly as they neared the target, with one going for a leg and the other for an arm of [member="Minerva Vessia"]. As for Micah, as soon as the opening salvo was launched, he started to move across the rooftop. He just gave away his position and a counterattack was sure to be inbound.

[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Minerva Vessia"] | @VildornTentoria | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Orion Trex"] | [member="Lirka Ka"] | [member="A'Runda"]​

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boot Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword
Allies: [member="Minerva Vessia"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="A'runda"] [member="VildarnTentoria"]
Enemies Who Will Die: [member="Orion Trex"] [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] [member="Micah Vi'dreya"] [member="Lirka Ka"]

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There was no peace. No sooner had her brother and other Reds shown up, that the fight had already started. [member="Gerwald Lechner"] told her to hide, which the petite Lupine found strange, but she made out of the way nonetheless, avoiding the explosion by the width of a hair, ducking beneath a tree branch that had risen into the air.

She enjoyed these type of settings immensely. Cool wind, things that tried to kill you, and luscious overgrowth. The petite woman was certain that if time would permit them, they would be able to find some streams or lakes as well. It was nearly a Lupine-heaven. The screams and blood, joined by the cheering of crowds that her ears either picked up or invented for the scenario, were like lovely music.

Peering up from where she had ducked, Alwine gazed to the direction the beam had come from prior to exploding. She had expected to see men, or maybe women, big and burley and full of weapons to destroy opponents with, at least one beer belly, a lot of armor and… And there was none of that. Instead, chocolate eyes fell on… Bunnies? That were droids? Droid bunnies? ([member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"])

The Confederacy certainly had a flare for surprises.

Grinning, the five foot woman came out of her hiding spot and scrambled up the nearest tree that blocked her from the bunny droids' line of vision. She hoped they did not have heat sensors and knew she was there.

It was time to impress her brother with what she had learned.

Touching the tree, Alwine no longer needed to close her eyes to concentrate for what she was about to do; having gained the experience both in training and in previous missions, her ability to use this power was almost as natural to her as breathing.

Creaks were heard as the tree's branches suddenly began to grow, guided in their speed and direction by the almost-miniature Lupine that sat on top. They made their way towards the bunny droids. If they would not get out of the way, they would find themselves completely trapped by flexible tree branches that resembled tentacles and would slither around them like an anaconda.

"Do bunny droids make good bunny pot-roast?" Alwine allowed herself to wonder out loud, knowing her brother will hear her, and not currently thinking whether others would as well.

 

[Malok]

Objective: Raise Blood Sugar
Accompanying: [member="Srina Talon"]
Post: II

While the Lady of Winter at his side was a beacon of concern, the Vicelord was an inferno of jealousy. Alas, it was the fault of [member="Srina Talon"] and Srina Talon alone that Darth Metus was present aboard the atmospheric barge. You see, ever the voice of reason, the Echani thought that it would not do for her Master to participate in the day’s events. For two key reasons. One, if any actual harm were to befall him, then the Confederacy would look ridiculous in the eyes of the Galactic community. And two, if he were to cut loose and have fun, the Galactic community might have frowned upon a leader unleashing literal Hell upon his subordinates. For this reason, Srina Talon did what she had to in order to get her way.

Prior to the commencement of the Wargames, she placed her hand upon his shoulder and told him, logically, why he shouldn’t participate. And proceeded to bribe him with food.

Thus, the Vicelord stood at his Apprentice’s side with a small platter of confections and a dull expression upon his face. Every fiber of his being wanted to find an airlock and dive into the fray, but that would mean breaking a promise to the Dread Queen. And while he was certain he could weather her wrath, it was her hurt and disappointment that he could not stand. Thus, garbed in a tailored suit, he snacked and watched. Watched and snacked.

”The things I do for you, I swear.” he said with a tone of mock exasperation. ”Next you’ll tell me to give up sugar. Or caf. Or both.”

He placed a kiss upon her cheek to signify his jest before stepping away to procure more confections. ”But seriously, next time at least give me an exhibition match or something. You and Adron on Me?” A chuckle erupted from his mouth at the thought. ”Speaking of, where is our favorite Imperial. He’s not down there is he? Is he?”

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

It was truly frightening how good Lirka was at zipping around like a person three times smaller than her. While at one moment the Sephi was on the hunt through the growths she now was throwing herself like some literal boulder.

Now, who was getting the sharp and metal weight of the Marshal thrown at them? Poor [member="Alwine Lechner"] and her tree had ended up being Lirka's target: throwing herself at the plant and much smaller woman with not a single care in the world: after falling from at least a 5 story building she didn't have much of a fear when it came to crashing into things anymore. And crash she did, even if she didn't slam into the woman she at least fufilled her goal of taking them down to the ground level. Where the proper fights happened: the poor branch wouldn't stand a chance against Lirka.

And of course, it was of course a fine learning experience: Lirka's armor felt about as sharp as it looked.

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Vendaxa - Jungle [War Game Area]​

Blue Tag: [member="Lirka Ka"] | [member="Micah Vi'dreya"] | [member="Orion Trex"] |​

Red Tag: [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="VildarnTentoria"] | [member="A'Runda"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] |[member="Minerva Vessia"] ​

Objective: RUN FROM THE RED COATS​

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“Contact?”

BNI-Leo stared into the smoke that was left behind from his eye-canon and its sensors kept running passive scanners to reevaluate life signs. There was a moment of unearthly silence. The avian creatures that had previously flickered from tree to tree without a care had all but scattered. The male rabbit caught sight of movement and his ebony tipped ears twitched. “Negative. It missed.”

“Oh. Bother.”, BNI-Bella responded, finally, seeing what her counterpart saw. The Wolf-Man had hidden himself behind a large piece of unearthed slate and stone. Her metallic head tilted as she analyzed the composition. “There is a 65% chance that my beam would make it through. Advise?”

“Stand down, Bell. We can't waste a shot.”

Leo was still watching the long-haired caveman like a miniature cyclops. His sensors pinged. Their target was not alone. He could pick up the sound vibrations of a female shouting from not far away. Uh oh. It must have been another Red. Was there also a blue with them? [member="Orion Trex"]? Did he not know that the War Games had begun? Oh dear, oh dear. The red-hued droid noticed a brief glimpse of a woman that his sensors hadn’t initially targeted. She’d registered, of course, but it had seemed far more prudent to pick on the Wolf-Man. This one, he discovered, as she scrambled out of sight matched another file…”It’s a She-Wolf.”

It was right about then that the whole of the jungle seemed to start moving. Bella moved slightly behind Leo as programmed apprehension began to run through her systems. He protected her, always, and something about the trees and vines ahead of them suddenly made her nervous. “It’s magic!”

“Bad magic!”, Leo intoned through his mouthless speaker, before he backed up further, and began to shove his partner the other way. “Run now run now stare later—Move!”

They began to bunny-hop out of the way, quite nimbly, dipping, diving, and dashing when appropriate. Another blue, [member="Lirka Ka"], got involved and the rabbits still ran for safety. At some point, people on both teams would hear the smaller of the two, the female, warning quite hysterically: “The Red Coats are coming! The Red Coats are coming!”

An upraised root caused Bella to trip and fall with a solid thud. Her metallic paw was pulled from Leo’s and time seemed to slow for a moment. Would someone shoot her? Would someone hurt his Bella? Would the Wolf-Man and his She-Wolf-Witch find them? The red-hued rabbit made a skidding full stop to go back for her as quickly as he could. “B-90!"

They would win together or not at all.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Above the War Games [Watching From Atmospheric Barge]​

Objective: Monitor the Troops​

Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] & Anyone That Wishes to Join​

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While her expression remained devoid of any distinct emotion she could feel how unsettled her Master was at her request. He was, despite her best efforts, a Mandalorian at heart. Stubborn, bullish, and driven by passions she couldn’t fathom—she knew his heart yearned to belong to the War Games taking place in the tepid jungle beneath them. Srina was an Echani. She knew that want.

She also knew it wasn’t their place.

“We can’t pit ourselves against our own people. Your Force Wraith would tear through anything that got in its way like wet tissue paper. It could hardly be trusted to know Red from Blue...”

The white-haired creature could feel him turning her reasoning over and over in his head. Looking for a petulant loophole, without really looking, to seem like he had listened fully in the first place. Srina could almost see the smoke leaking from his ears whilst he stuffed his gob with sweet after sweet. He would likely be the size of a small domicile by the time this event ended, but, it would keep him firmly planted at her side. The atmospheric barge was plenty comfortable enough. He would survive.

As always she reached without looking to smooth his lapel before she picked up some sort of strange treat from the tray he held. Srina was notoriously picky when it came to food. Some things were too sweet and others were just too greasy. She had an even dietary régime, but on occasion, could be seen discretely enjoying a sparklemint stick. When he teased of the things he did for her, as well as, her possibly denying him sugar and caf she sniggered quietly behind the peppermint treat in her mouth.

“Golbah Games.”

Enough said. The one thing he would never live down, come a thousand lifetimes, was her first experience with the Confederacy. It had been similar enough to this event but had wound up with the fighters using cutlery and breadsticks. It still left her with a vague sense of horror.

His kiss to her cheek caused a ghostly smile to flicker across her features before it disappeared entirely. As if it had never been. Srina never emoted well for long, at least, not when taking the mantles that had been placed on her shoulders into account. As an Exarch, as an Apprentice, she refused to let her sight become clouded. “I would not wish to embarrass you before the nation, Master.”

Was she serious? Teasing? As always, it would be hard to tell.

“I have not seen Adron. Perhaps, he is furthering the Malvern line with Alessandra.”

The notion that [member="Adron Malvern"] was perhaps tucked away somewhere cozy with their Minister of Commerce was also delivered with a straight face. It served the purpose of pulling her Master away from thinking of Adron being permitted to join the War Games while he could not. Srina moved suddenly, slowly, toward one of the multiple holo-screens and [member="Darth Metus"] would see that her focus had shifted. She could see one of her rabbits lying face down in the dirt.

The others in the fight would have distinct advantages of her murder moppets. Srina hadn’t expected to see them making missteps so early on, but another one, [member="Alwine Lechner"] had utilized her abilities to the bend the jungle to her will. That was impressive and certainly worth some points for the Red Team. How many? Only the impartial judges of Vendaxa would decide.

“You should have a Bama Bar Master. If you're going to rot your teeth you might as well do it right.”

 

[A'Runda]

Location: Entering further into the Combat Zone
Equipment: Gaffi Stick, Cycler Rifle
Goal: Sneak Attack!!
Post: 2

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Considering that A'Runda was a good ways out of the action. The calmness made it easy for him to reach out into the Force. Considering that he wasn't going to get any sick headshots where he was, he was gonna need to move out. He knew there was an old settlement nearby that some of his team were in. He was able to sense conflict there. Standing up in the tall grass the Tusken holstered his rifle and gaffi stick.

Now ready, he headed down the hill top he was on and headed towards the old settlement. Letting the force aid him in his short journey as he ran across the plains. Eventually he made it to the settlement, there he heard the sound of a blaster fire. Readying his slugthrower, he trekked on in the more urban environment towards the sound of struggle. Soon, after peering around the corner he saw a group of allies and enemies alike. Assessing the situation the Tusken caught site of someone he knew wasn't on his team standing on a roof top. [ [member="Micah Vi'dreya"] ] However, A'Runda remembered that this was a war game, and that he shouldn't seriously wound anyone.

Holstering his Rifle once more he took out his gaffi stick. Zipping around the corner A'Runda, using the force to aid him, chucked his stick up at the armored enemy. His gaffi stick toss imitating that of lightsaber through. The stick making contact with the target was a matter of chance. I figured he had the upper hand given that he was sure they didn't see it coming. After which before it could fall back down, A'Runda summoned it back to his hands. Then he raised the gaffi stick up in the air and let out a Tusken Battle cry. "Aarrrgh Ar Ar Ar!!"

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Atmospheric Barge​

Objective: Enjoy the festivities​

Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]​

Post: I​

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It could not be helped that Adron was a bit late to the games. As always he kept a close eye on security and safety during events such as these so he would usually give their venue a one-over before actually enjoying it himself. He walked through the Barge wearing a rather regal white suit, pristine and embroidered with deep golden threads woven into elegant designs. Flashy, stunning, and a bit pompous, perfectly the style of the former Count of Serenno. Behind him followed a rather distinct Commando droid. Unlike others of it's kind it's eyes did not shine a heated crimson, instead they were a pale shade of blue. He also had a silver tray in his hands, with a small variety of drinks and libations that Adron had selected for the event. Only the finest would be acceptable to the man, he could not be caught drinking some underworld swill.

His cane's soft tapping was interrupted as he pulled it into his arms. Making his way into the viewing area where he had left [member="Srina Talon"] his eyes were drawn by the sight of his Master, [member="Darth Metus"], who seemed to be inquiring about the Serennoan man's whereabouts. He was about to open his mouth and answer when Srina's own answer caused his eyes to perk ever so slightly.

Did she honestly just say that?!

His cane fell from his arms and slapped onto the woman's unsuspected shoulders, just as he abruptly cleared his throat. “Actually, he was checking the barge's security measures and getting us something to drink.” He answered, arching a brow at the young woman. Srina was an Echani and as such her social skills were… Unique. For Adron, she was rather ignorant when it came to the proper things to say and when to say them, yet at the same time it was quite amusing. His inquisitional gaze turned to an amused smile before he snapped his finger at the Commando droid behind him.
“Droid. Pour three glasses of the Manaan mist.”

The Commando droid, which was exactly that, a droid built for war was ignorant as to which liquid the human wished to be poured. As none of the bottles had any labels or signs to speak of he merely stared at the drinks, likely trying to ascertain which one appeared to be a “Manaan mist.” Eventually Adron rolled his eyes and propped his cane up against a nearby booth, all while glancing over to his own Master. “Let me guess. You're wanting to join in and Srina said no? Mother knows best.” He tsked, taking a small blue bottle into his hands. He often led a rather comical bit of banter against his Master. Partially because it entertained him but mostly because it was their clashing personalities.

Adron began to pour the blue liquid into the glasses on the tray, glancing over into the arena while being careful not to slosh the alcohol too much. “Seems things are underway? Who are we betting to win? I'd say the red team has the advantage, especially since…. Srina are those infernal things in the arena?” It was clear Adron had no love for the rabbit droids that Srina held dear, in fact he often threatened to destroy them when they crossed his path. Yet a deeply rooted mixture of fear and respect stopped him from tampering with the duo. Nevertheless, they still creeped him the hell out. Once the drinks were poured Adron would hold one out to both Srina and Metus, before taking his own into his hands.

“What shall we toast to?” He asked, arching a brow to Darth Metus.

 

[Zing]

Post: 2

Orion scanned the battlefield as other members gathered, less than he expected but still a group of opponents nonetheless. He didn't recognize any of them, and some of them merely confused him. Two...bunnies? That's what was on his team? Not at all what he expected. He allowed himself to chuckle slightly before turning back just to see the abrupt beginning of a battle. Two throwing stars flew across the field from [member="Micah Vi'dreya"], heading right across towards the enemy. However, Orion didn't have time to watch the outcome as he was forced into action.

A tree began to rapidly grow and streak across the battlefield, going after [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]. Orion watched them struggle to try and escape, but was quickly caught by a root of his own. It attempted to wrap it's way up his leg, but he quickly drew his emerald blade and severed the root. He quickly sprinted off towards the fleeing rabbits, firing several laser blasts over towards the rapidly growing tree, though he didn't know it was caused by [member="Alwine Lechner"].

Orion watched one of the rabbits trip over a root, with the other coming to their aid. However, they were to occupied to spot another branch coming down to hit them from above. Orion focused tensed for a split second and then leaped, getting between them and the branch and cutting a large chunk out of the branch, covering the droids from harm. He stood in front of them, facing away. After a few moments, he turned his head back to them. "We've got a long ways to go. Get up."

Other Allies: [member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Gear: Obsidian Strike Armor, Lightsaber.
Tag: [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Orion Trex"], [member="Minerva Vessia"], [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"], @A'Runda, [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Micah Vi'dreya"] [member="VildarnTentoria"]

The blast stopped with granite, but Gerwald knew that the rock was not going to hold blasts like that for long. Alwine decided that she was going to show off next. Amidst all the confusion of what she was doing to the trees, Gerwald lost what was happening around him. His eyes looked to the droids bouncing off, and small chuckle escaped when Alwine asked about bunny roast.

"If you like the taste of metal, dear sister."

This was as close to a hunt as they would get in this battle, and when Gerwald was about to make his own move against the droids he caught sight of the elf that was launching itself at Alwine. There was little time to react. Gerwald could not show off per say, but the rock he was hiding behind suddenly flew from the ground and launched between Alwine and her tree. The aim was to intercept the elf before it could collide with his sister.

With the defensive motion made, Gerwald put his sights back onto the droid bunnies. Pulling out his lightsaber he ignited the obsidian blade and rushed after them.