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

[Lirka Ka]

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Lirka felt a searing pain go through her leg as the slug tore into the joint of her armor, but she didn’t slow down it was nigh unnatural with just how viciously the Sephi continued on: her leg was practically dead, dragging it along, but she didn’t stop. Rage burned out of her just like the inferno that had quickly began to grow. When Lirka was enraged, it was truly a frightening sight to behold.

“Your little trick didn’t work, runt! An admirable attempt, NOW COME HERE SO I CAN BREAK YOU!

She roared it out, the force amplifying her cry once again. Blood seeped from her leg but she didn’t pause, so set on simply smashing her target into a handful of broken bits: maybe, even with the wound landed, it might have been worse to have shot her and gotten her in a true fury: there was no greater motivator than pain.

[member="Alwine Lechner"] @A'Runda

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Atmospheric Barge
Objective: Enjoy the festivities
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Post: II

Adron could not help but roll his eyes at Srina's comment about a holocall to the Minister. However, he could not help but smile at the woman in return. The three of them were an....odd combination but they always seemed to come into light moods when they were together and their business did not effect it. As he tapped his cane against the ground he could not help but arch a brow at the woman before him. She spoke of Metus' and his children and at that the Exarch could not help but stifle a snort. "It's a wonder you haven't effected the Galactic Population Report by now. Certainly on Serenno it was not unseen for Lords to have anywhere from eight to thirteen children. However, we do at least attempt this small formality known as a marriage."

When Metus' threat came, the Exarch could not help but shake his head at the man. "It would be the first time I saw one of your legs come off the floor, so..." He trailed off, before listening to Srina's comment about him joining Darth Metus. "I realize I was a member of the Galactic Empire, but that is the only hopeless endeavor I wish to be privy to." Her focus had gone down to the small automatons below, which caused Adron's attention to momentarily shift as well. It seemed one of them had been cleaved in half, regrettable. Of course, Adron did not much care about the droid but he knew they had some attachment to Srina, so he wished them no harm in that regard. They were still karking creepy though.

They would toast and Adron would down a good deal of his Mist. He turned to his Master and arched a brow at the man. "Actually, that brings a thought to my mind. Shouldn't you be considering retirement? I'd imagine you're getting rather long in the years." Said the man who applied a sleet black hair dye earlier this morning.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]

“You both tried to kill me... long before I ever came after you, and you want to know why I destroyed your partner?”

The droid had some massively flawed logic, but there was nothing to be done about it. Whoever programmed the droids had allowed them to feel emotion. That was a flaw. Now Gerwald had an angry bunny droid on his hands, one that was leaping and hopping about faster than what Gerwald could see. All he could do was erect a force barrier and hope the bunny would crash into it.

“You know they’re just gonna remake her, so don’t do anything dumb...” he said hoping to reason with the droid. Gerwald’s blade was in a defensive position, really wishing he’d learned how to speed up his own movements. He was going to get hurt by this droid if he didn’t.

 

[A'Runda]

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Equipment: Gaffi Stick and Tusken Cycler Rifle
Goal: Save the day
Tags: [member=Alwine Lechner] [member="Lirka Ka"]

A'Runda lowered his rifle and looked over his sights to better see if he's shot his target. Which he did hit his target, but he let out sigh when he saw that is wasn't very effective. Holstering his rifle he brought his Gaffi Stick back out.

The Tusken was getting the feeling that Lirka was could be using some dark side ability to fuel her rage and going into a sort of tunnel vision frenzy against Alwine.

Harnessing some of the Force A'Runda was readying himself to bolt over to the spiky armored women. Dashing between the land between him and her quickly with Force Speed. In that instant A'Runda had developed a short plan to hopefully get Lirka's attention. Relying off her potential tunnel vision to score his maneuver. He swung up his weapon up to her, going for her neck. Using the hooked end to try and catch her instead of just bashing down on her. He hoped that when or if he could catch her neck, he'd try and pull her back and knock her over or off balance.

Nonetheless he was rushing himslf in an attempt to steal Lirka's attention away from Alwine. Even if he didn't succeed in knocking over, he could at least get her attention now that he was up close and personal.

 

[Lirka Ka]

He was very lucky that shot had landed, dragging her useless leg along Lirka was all but devoted to that single minded idea of just smashing that little woman into as many tiny bits as she could muster without breaking any rules: she wasn't that insane, not yet at least.

But A'runda had thought quite wrong, if Lirka was using the force to fuel her rage she had no clue about it. She just....got like that, sometimes. Very angry woman, liked to fight, liked to break things that resemble and or are people: Confederacy members or not.

Lirka was woefully unprepared for the stick coming in for the strike, and without her other leg for support the Sephi dropped like a ton of bricks to the ground. But that didn't stop her, she seemed all but impossible to just put down: or to simply hurt enough till she just gave up, her hand launched out for the shaft of the staff that had hooked her. Using all that strength she could muster: Lirka knew (partially from experience) she had the raw strength to break an average Gaderffi, but had no clue if she could actually just crush one of the more durable makes of the weapon. Never hurt to try, and gave her a fine grip as well.

@A'Runda [member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Malok]

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

Right Adron?

If the alabaster woman had been anyone else in the entire Galaxy, she would have gotten a half eaten pastry slung at her face. And, if not for the near perpetual presence of confections in his mouth, he would have retorted to a lot more of what both of his apprentices had to say. At least, when it came to the former Imperial’s quip regarding marriage the Vicelord had swallowed down his pastry enough to say, flatly. ”Maybe your Lords should have focused less on worthless ceremonies and more on not getting steamrolled by every nation capable of hyperspace travel.” He was, of course, referring to the Mandalorians of his youth...and his adulthood...and the Sith Empire twice…

And though [member="Srina Talon"] demanded that there be no kicking, Adron seemed to believe that the Sith was unable to lift his boot off the ground. As if the former Imperial hadn’t been utterly decimated during their spar a few weeks prior. ”Careful now, I’ll lift my boot into you-”

The cocktail hit him like a ton of bricks. Sadness. Regret. Frustration. All mingled together in a whirlwind which bled through the Bond he shared with the Echani. Allowing her precious, albeit bratty, droids to fight was a risk. One that carried minimal, permanent consequences as the bunnies were meticulously backed up at home...but even still, Darth Metus understood. As a former Mandalorian, he regularly rode astride his own Basilisk War Droid. And though his faithful Cin could have been backed up and restored, it never felt good to watch his faithful companion be destroyed.

And now, it seemed that the surviving rabbit was rising up to avenge its comrade. A battle it was certain to lose.

”Speaking of retirement, I do believe the bout has gone to time hasn’t it?” he asked to none in particular. Turning, he briefly motioned for an attending droid to draw near, to whom he hastily gave an order. It would take a few moments to get across the PA, but in the next few moments, the final claxon would blare. The battle would be coming to an end. If nothing else, the Echani would not lose both of her droids.

The Sith said nothing of this choice and returned to the conversation as if nothing had occurred.

”This body is temporary Adron, I can be ten thousand and look no older. You on the other hand...is that a gray?” he pointed, mockingly, at the side of the man’s head.

 

[Aspect of Defiance]

The final horn sounded to end the games. Everyone on the field of battle drew their duels to a close and rested from their display of battle prowess. It was a day that Metus would be proud of to know that those who were willing to fight for his Confederacy would do anything to advance the cause he had spent years fighting for. Once all of the duels were accounted for a winner was declared.

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Thanks to the style [member="Lirka Ka"] displayed with a torrent of fire and violence, the blue team would take home the win today. The losers, the red team, were now tasked with putting out the massive fires which were now raging through the forest. It was left to [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Adron Malvern"], and [member="Srina Talon"] to present the Blue team with their reward.

 

[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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The final horn blew. Still standing in her place, Alwine looked up. This meant that the fight was over. The gargantuan gigantic full unit monstrous questionably female of a woman would cease chasing her. Technically, she had stopped moments ago, but now she could be certain.

Alwine was safe again.

Growling with disappointment at her failure in this mission and the announcement that she was on the losing team, Alwine did her best to collect herself, and set out to find [member="Gerwald Lechner"]. It was time to get drunk and go home.

~ Alwine out​

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Vendaxa - Jungle [War Game Area]​

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

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

Objective: Oh, Bella. Not my Bella. ​

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His crimson photoreceptor burned.

“We are one third your size! Bully!”

BNI-Leo stomped his little foot in simulated anger. This Wolf-Man had anything that the rabbit droid could give coming to him. BNI-Bella was the smartest and most well-updated droid he knew. The red-hued rabbit would not take this loss lying down. Indeed, he crashed into the telekinetic barrier, and began to wail on it with his glow-rod while he slid down the side. “Re-make her? You stole her memories.”

“She won’t remember this day at all!”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

That was the sound of his glow rod hitting the shield was none too silent. Nor was it terribly effective. Either way, he bounced around the shield, bopping here and there, only hitting for a few moments before he disappeared. Only to hit again. “I’ll give you a HA! And a HI-YA!”

Eventually, he hoped to find a way around this magic barrier. WHY DID ALL THEIR NEMESIS HAVE A CONNECTION TO THE FORCE? It was ridiculous. And statistically improbable. All BNI-Leo needed was one clean shot and he would nail Gerwald in the eye so hard he’d be seeing in Technicolor. “You are—“

He started, in-between frenzied, pointed strikes.

“You are—“

It seemed that Gerwald wasn’t able to move quite as fast as the rabbit. When he brought down the glow rod the next time it seemed to pass through, aimed, right at the bridge of his nose. His sensors said that it should it and there was nothing visible to stop him—“You are a bad mean dog!”

The horn sounded. Just before BNI-Leo made contact with Wolf-Man it was signaled that the war games had ended. The rabbit-droid dropped like a rock and returned to his fallen BNI-Bella. He didn’t listen to the results and only dropped down beside her to hold the half of her chassis that he could easily reach. This wasn’t right. If one died, so should the other, it was the way of it. One did not exist without the other.

His hollow eye dimmed. The Mistress would be sad. Leo also didn’t want to leave her here like this...

 

[Srina Talon]

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

Objective: Monitor the Troops​

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

The conversation that [member="Darth Metus"] and [member="Adron Malvern"] were having about Lords and ceremonies was entirely lost on her. All she could really focus on, while they debated whose boot was going where, were the two pieces her blue-rabbit had been left in. Srina buried the urge to reach out for her Master at the sense of loss but instead let her gaze slip to the floor. Both men present were anchors to her. She had on more than one occasion reached out to them—but now? It felt immature.

Who mourned the loss of a droid?

Darth Metus seemed to take pity on her internal plight and brought the event to a close before her red-rabbit could suffer the same fate. A sigh escaped her, gentle, the twittering of a bird and she put the sparkle mint stick back in her mouth to keep from voicing anything. She wasn’t happy, it showed, but she would rather not make any noise. Destruction was the name of this game. Srina had known that by allowing them to participate there was a chance she might not get them back in one piece.

It was an acceptable loss. They could be restored.

Srina just didn’t look forward to the process. Especially, when one of them would suffer in the meantime. She would probably have to power down her red-rabbit for the entirety of the trip just to keep it from going on the fritz. The longer one of the droids existed without the other the more erratic they got. As if they were missing a stream of consciousness and it made them unstable.

Her focus turned back to Adron and Metus. What were they discussing?

Oh. Their apparent old age.

“Adron—You have a few gray hairs. Likely, given to you by thoughts of his many future children.”, Srina spoke softly, before turning to her Master, to address his issue. “And, you, Master will always retain your wisdom. No matter your body your age betrays you.”

Her words were cut off when the points were tallied up and the winning team was awarded. She raised a brow a little bit when she heard it was the blue team, however, her droids would be pleased. Her thoughts turned to the reward for the participants. I wouldn’t be ready yet, but, it would be soon.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Atmospheric Barge
Objective: Enjoy the festivities
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Post: III

Does everyone and their karking mother need to bring up the man's grey hair? He ran a hand over the left part of his head, combing back his tightly laid hair. A string of grey hairs fell under his hand, ones that were in need of his favorite dye. He cleared his throat before eyeing his Master with an expression of defeat and amusement. One that was often reserved for his Master or his friend, [member="Srina Talon"].

"Yes, yes. Age comes to us all." He admitted, before he looked back down to the arena below. The combat had indeed come to a stop and the victors had been gathered to receive their award. Of course it was an award that would not be ready for almost another month. "Our labs on Tatooine said it will be almost three weeks before their prize is ready. For now why not offer them a gift of credits? Just to hold them over until their true prize is perfected." He explained to his Master, gesturing his glass towards the victors.

The Exarch pulled a small comm device from his pocket, tapping into it briefly before holding it out to his Master.

"It's connected to the arena comm system. Just press the red button and you can declare them the official victors." He said, taking a small sip from his glass.