Sands of Ordo

[Kung Seilois]

Kung Seliois looked out at the great expanse of desert that stretched before him, the heat would have been unbearable if his suit didn't have a coolant system. It was a curiosity as to why any sentient beings would want to live on such a planet, although he heard the equator was fairly humid compared to the rest of the world, but the targets homestead was not near the equator.

Stopping his Silk-5 speeder at a small rock formation a couple hundred yards away from the targets homestead, he tapped the activation key turning the Silk-5 speeder bike off and letting it rest gently in the shifting sands. The Mando's, [member="Preliat Mantis"], information had been rather vague, but one thing had been plaguing Seilois' mind. What could a Mando have done to warrant such a large reward from the Horde, who usually saved such anger for Force Users? The information he did have ensured him the Mando was not a force user, but Seilois would be lying to say he hadn't been looking forward to this hunt. Despite his natural paranoia expecting some kind of trap or to be betrayed by the Horde; if this man was the real deal, it may become a hunt worth of memory. In over a decade of hunting, those few hunts that were worthy of a drink in their memory were incredibly rare.

Seilois reached down pulling his slugthrower sniper rifle from it's hostler on the bike and turned to climb the rocks looking for a good position from the shade to avoid a glare on his scope, his scope reflecting to give him away, and the shade would let him blend in.

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Finding the ideal location beneath an over-hanging rock ledge; he brought the scope to his eye and examined the homestead. It was... a little larger then he expected, but he settled himself in waiting for the target to show himself and give himself time to think a question over, one that had been plaguing him since he took the contract. Severally Injured or Dead? Such an odd contract...

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Kung Seilois "]was watching, and he was watching a needle in a haystack. Other than a name, the target was rather vague. Preliat was Ori'ramikad, and that made him very good at what he did. And what that was, was watching. And something felt off. A hand went up, and the men that were training in the unrelenting heat ceased, if only for a second. Preliat didn't speak, such was a way to give away your tactics. He used precise and well practiced hand motions, and his men went inside the compound, at his orders. Preliat knew, that whomever was about to shoot him, wouldn't know who to shoot.

Preliat reached up to his helmet, and pulled it off his head. His back was turned to the sniper, something that his HUD picked up. He held it at his side, before outstretching his arm that held it, and dropped it into the sand. It landed with a soft thud, and Preliat turned back to the location of the sniper that his HUD picked up. He simply stood, the kama around his waist floating. It wasn't a heavy leather, but rather a light cloth variant that simply kept sand from getting into his armor, and blew in the wind fiercely. Preliat took in a deep breath, and waited until the sand had gathered up quite a hefty amount in the air, and then kicked up a good portion, the sand mixing with the approaching sandstorm, and created quite a heavy screen of fast-moving sand for the sniper to have to get by.

OOC: Fighting during a sandstorm. This'll be good.

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois watched through his scope as the Mandalorians who were training suddenly stopped and entered the building. It was odd. Why had they suddenly stopped, had he been discovered? He doubted it. Scanners could probably pick him up, but it was unlikely that he would be discovered so soon, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his natural paranoia flying. Perhaps they did see him? He was severely outnumbered, but he had the superior position. The only question was, which of those Mandalorian's was the target? All their heads were covered.

He snapped his scope to one Mandalorian still outside, and it peaked his curiosity. If they had indeed discovered him, why would he stand in the open like that? This Mandalorian was brave. Perhaps, stupidly brave but brave none the less. The wind started to pick up, and with it, sand was thrown into the air. Seilois keep his eye on the scope, discipline ignoring the howling winds, and his eyebrow lifted as the Mandalorian kicked up the sand. He knew a storm was coming. Interesting.

The sand and wind swarmed around him, but the rock formation gave him some protection from it as did his suit. He tapped the side of his helm to change the filter to heat vision, but now he faced a new problem. While he could make out their shapes better; it became even harder to tell who was who. The corner of his lip lifted, this would be a worthy hunt indeed.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

OOC: I like it. Adds to the atmosphere.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@Kung Seilois


A helmet was retrieved, and feet thundered across the shifting sands. Helmet went over a head, scowl replaced by a black T. Heat vision activated. Not very useful in these conditions. Hot sand blowing, heat from the sun distorting everything. He wouldn't need it, for now, at least, the night vision that is. Preliat brought his hand across his M45 rifle, and activated his jetpack, rocketing to the cliffs. Whoever was hunting him, deserved a chance. Preliat brought himself at the edge of the rocks, looking upwards. He turned on his helmet audio.

"You're good."

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois watched through the scope as the lone mandalorian jet-packed over, something, a rifle most likely, cradled in his arms. The swirling sands and hot sun made the Mandalorian's figure change and distort, but figuring out where he was made easier with the vision. He held his fire for two reasons, one he wanted to ensure it was the target, and two... well, he was curious. He moved from his poition to stand on the edge of the formation looking down at the Mandalorian, "You're good."

A simple statement. A fact, not an opinion, it was interesting, "You are Mantis," Seilois did not phrase it as a question, because he knew now, without a doubt, that this man was the one he came for. His helmet projecting the sound above the howling winds that would have snapped up the words if he had merely stated them without the use of the projector.

Seilois ran over what little he knew about this man, and he still wanted to see why the Horde would place such an excessive bounty on him given their deep hatred for Force Users. The man was worth a small fortune, which was usually enough for Seilois to look past his tendencies, but this man offered up a good challenge, "Shall we settle this in the old way?" He asked holding up a clenched fist to demonstrate his intentions. Hand to Hand. No tricks. No blasters. Just men.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

He picked a bad way to fight to fight the Null-Hockey goon.. Preliat stood proudly after a moment, and jetpacked up to face the man, higher on the rocks. The sandstorms howling winds and biting sands quelled their rage for a moment, giving the two a moment of respite, contemplation, and brief meditation on the fight. Preliat curled in his crushgaunt-adorned hands, staring down his would-be assassin. The man had some form of honor, for a bounty hunter, at least. No doubt, he was hired by the Horde. The Horde's leader, probably didn't like how Preliat was about to blow his head off, before Gilamar stopped him.

Preliat cracked his knuckles, and reached up to his helmet, removing it. It was tossed to the ground, settling into the sands beneath their feet. Opponent, stared down opponent. Preliat sprang forward, like the hockey goon he was. He shifted his weight on either leg, keeping low to the ground. In this instance, he was more animal, more savage than man. He launched his chest backwards, and then shot his knee forward, going to slam the man across his chest with it. His arms went in front of him, in a guard, to deflect or grapple any incoming attacks to his chest and face. His other leg was behind him, making the only impacting area smaller, with his knee, and lessened the chance of an effective takedown or attack.


@Kung Seilois

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois was pleased that Mantis had agreed to fight him, fist to fist. It had been a long time since he last met a hunt that made him want to fighting like this. Too long. However, Seilois chose to leave his helmet on. It was not an insult, but because the sandstorm would get into his eyes and render breathing difficult. He did not have cloth cover as Mantis did and had no desire to see this fight lessen because of a storms interference.

His eyes narrowed, and he bent his knees as Mantis charged, keeping low to the ground and moving like a predator. It reminded him of the drugged up kids on Shadda, fighting on wild instinct and drug fueled rage. Basic, but very dangerous and effective. Prepared for a tackle, he was surprised when Mantis jumped, or flung himself would be a better word, at Seilois, throwing his back out and thrusting his knee forward. He had the discipline to put his arms in front of his body. Acting on instinct, Seilois rolled to the left, dodging the powerful knee and springing to his feet, his hands in front of his body, curled into fist.

Seilois did not wait as he stepped forward and sent his left hand out in a fast jab, only to pull it back and send in a powerful right straight aimed at the side of Mantis' jaw.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Kung Seilois "]had the impact of a man who trained. Preliat recoiled, and turned back to face him. The sandstorm was quelled for a moment, and it gave the two a good chance to fight. Preliat wiped the blood trickling from his thin lips, and then narrowed his eyes. Preliat ran towards Kung, his body twisting and contorting as he moved. He seemed more like a wolf, hungry for a kill and out for blood. Kung was truly fighting a savage in every form.

Preliat rolled his hips, and brought his legs sideways into the air with the resulting launch, and went to smash them both to the chest of Kung, in a particularly brutal drop-kick.

OOC:

sorry that it took me so long.

 

[Kung Seilois]

With the sandstorm slowling, he was able to better make out Mantis in time to see him chraging once again. His running form was the oddest he had ever seen as he kept changing his location, moving his limbs, and jerking back and forth which made keeping a precise eye on him difficult, lowering in his stance; he prepared himself to meet the tackle he felt was coming... But he was wrong.

Mantis flipped in the air over his hips, and his feet smashed into Seilois' chest knocking the air out of him and sending him stumbling back. Brawler instincts took over, and Seilois turned the stumble into a roll, popping back up to his feet, but his armor was not able to absorb much of the blow from a full grown man throwing himself behind his powerful legs, and his breathing was uneven. Seilois had a distinct suspicion that one of his ribs were cracked.

One thing became painfully clear, [member="Preliat Mantis"] was faster then him. His odd way of moving gave him a very clear edge in the open ground enviroment they were fighting in; he had to remove that and drag it into a slug match or ground game if he was going to win. Seilois moved forward, sliding his feet against the dirt, not wanting to let Mantis have another oppertunity to launch himself, he shot out with his right fist, to try and get Mantis to move his head or his body and not notice the real blow which was a short, quick kick aimed at the side of his knee, the kick was more of a frontal stomp then a true kick.

OCC: Don't worry about it. Threads don't go anywhere.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Kung Seilois "]did not know who he was fighting. He had a name. He had a rank, he had a title. But he did not know his opponent. It would cost him. Preliat was a fighter, a hockey goon by career and Mandalorian Super Commando at heart. He knew, a false jab. They didn't put their whole weight into it, it would be a disaster if they did. And he saw the movement of his hips, his legs, so low to the ground. Preliat landed softly on the ground, and watched as his fist met no impact. He brought up his leg, letting the kick slam against his beskar-plated shin. The blow vibrated, and forced the same leg backwards, but it was firmly planted into the sand. Now, Preliat could go to work.

He had used the same move against Galaar, a particularly brutal move. With the man's leg extended, he wrapped one arm around the man's ankle, and went to yank out his footing through his extended leg, and brought his crushgaunt-adorned hand in a crushing blow on the leg that was going to kick him, but was now about to be caught in a deadly trap.

"You're no Super Commando."

 

[Kung Seilois]

Seilois watched as Mantis fell to the ground to dodge his blow and use his armored shin to block his kick. Putting his leg back down to regain his balance, [member="Preliat Mantis"] wrapped his arm around his leg. Seilois narrowed his eyes not liking where it was going and when he raised his fist to strike at his held leg, Seilois dropped down. If he wanted to fight on the ground; they would fight on the ground. With his arm around his leg it meant his head had to be close by... So, if he wanted to punch his leg with his other hand, he would let him.

Seilois pointed his knee at Mantis' head and let his 200+ body go down behind it. He would not mind having his leg break because he was going to turn Mantis' face into a bloody mess as the second his knee came down, he was going to start punching into Mantis with his gauntlets, with Mantis' back to the ground, Seilois would be able to bring power behind the attacks coming down, something Mantis' won't be able to do punching up as the human body did not get the same force generated from such an angle.

The crushgaunt crushed into his thigh, smashing the thigh plates and pushing them into his thigh... He wasn't sure of the damage as the adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but he was fairly sure walking was going to be difficult. Of course, holding onto the leg coming down near his head, and punching it meant he was right underneath him and his descending knee. It was time to repay the favor.

Commando? Titles given to soldiers to make them feel more important. Seilois knew exactly what he was, "No, I am not."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Kung Seilois "]hit like a horse, that was for sure. Preliat felt the knee impact his face, and he tried to turn his head to lessen the impact, but it was of no use in the long run. It still hurt. Blood streaked out from his lips like a banner of crimson, and watered the sand, which was all too happy to quench it's thirst with Preliat's blood. But Preliat had lost teeth and taken worse hits in his highlight games, after all- Preliat was no hockey player, he was the goon. But now, as Galaar had done, Kung had brought Preliat to the ground. Something that again, would cost him dearly for not knowing his opponents. Preliat had almost killed the Dread Guard, if it wasn't for the timely intervention of the Mandalore himself. Preliat growled, and brought up his hands in a guard, after he felt his body slam into the ground with Kung.

Preliat didn't need to punch, no, this fight was beyond that. Preliat straightened out his hands, and sent his right elbow directly into the ribcage that had he had previously hit, aiming to be as swift and as painful as possible. Preliat's legs were of no use yet, he had to get Kung to back off first, and Preliat had no punching power, but he could generate more force and more impact with his elbows anyway, and it required less room. He also attempted to squirm out from under Kung.

 

[Kung Seilois]

This... How Seilois had missed this. A fight. A true fight. Mantis was proving everything Seilois had hoped he would, and he now understood how he had gotten such a high bounty from the Horde, the man had earned it. He knew not the details, but it was obvious from the fight so far that he had not been given the bounty lightly. His leg was starting to ache as the metal dug into his thigh, his breathing was still a little too shallow for his liking, but that all only added on to his growing enjoyment, and in turn, respect for [member="Preliat Mantis"] if there was a way to earn respect in the galaxy is should be done through fist. Not words.

Seilois rained blows down on Mantis' guard, but they were not as random as they seemed. He was waiting for an opening. Mantis could not stay under him forever as they both knew how that would end, and if this experience taught Seilois anything, Mantis was too damned good a fighter to let himself stay in this position without some kind of plan of getting out.

Mantis lashed out with his elbow, and Seilois knew that was his chance to get through the guard, but it would cost him. The elbow struck fast into his ribs, pushing in the rib already cracked, and Seilois could taste iron in his mouth, but moving the elbow had opened the guard, what Seilois had been waiting for. His left hand came up intending to grip the arm and pull it towards him, to open the guard further, he shot his right fist forward putting his weight behind it as he aimed for Mantis' throat. He felt Mantis' squirm, but Seilois was not ready to let him up yet. He wasn't willing to let this fight end just yet, he was enjoying the primal need for violence too much.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat tucked his chin towards his throat when he saw the fist coming at it, and it hurt. Terrible. He knew that, after that hit, he would have hairline fractures on his jaw. His teeth were mostly all gone, most of them were false or caps or replacements altogether. Preliat's cheeks curled into a smirk, as [member="Kung Seilois "]had sacrificed a hit for a very deadly thing in a hand to hand engagement - an outstretched arm. His jaw felt like a five hundred pound weight had dropped on it, and it recoiled all the way through his cheekbones and his face. It was an explosive web of pain that shot through his face, but he couldn't let this Bounty Hunter, as good and commendable as he was, win. Preliat slipped his arm out from under his grip, and placed one hand on his wrist, and squeezed down with his crushgaunt adorned hand. That would hurt alone, but more importantly, what he was about to do, would hurt more.

His legs finally slipped up from Kung, and he tucked them upwards, and it looked as if he was about to kick Kung in the face. Instead, he shot one leg past his opponent's head, and went to wrap it around. His opposite leg did the same, but it stayed on Kung's shoulder. He went to turn and throw him to the ground, and make him submit, or face every bone in his arm breaking.


OOC:
Jesus christ this fight is good

 

[Kung Seilois]

From the feel behind his fist, he knew it connected solidly, and he was impressed that even in such a position [member="Preliat Mantis"] had been able to protect his throat, but he wasn't fast enough in pulling back his fist as Mantis gripped it with his crushgaunts, he could almost hear the bones in his wrist groaning under the power of the Mandalorian creation. Seilois jerked his head back when Mantis' leg flicked up, but he then realized what was going on as the leg curled around his arm. He had seen and fought this move before. An armbar. This wasn't good. He had to break the hold before he locked it in, or the fight was over. He would be forced to submit his loss or have his arm broken.

But the Crushgaunts weren't something he could slip out of. He could snap his wrist to beat the hold, but that would make punching nearly impossible, and the Armbar would still have taken something from him. His mind instantly ran through a few more scenarios, but none looked good. His best chance was to let the bar go, and then submit, or if that failed, dislocate his arm and slip out. Neither were appealing, but if Mantis had proved anything with this fight it was that the Galaxy needed more men like them in it.

Seilois felt the ground smash into his back as Mantis' legs were over his chest holding him place as his arm was held in Mantis' hands. From this position, he could pull back with his hand and push down with his legs putting pressure on his elbow and eventually break his arm. Once again, he had only two options, submit or dislocate his arm and pull it out which may or may not break his wrist. He couldn't overpower Mantis' legs their strength was too similar for him to do that. Reaching up with his left hand, he tapped Mantis' leg three times. Seilois submitted to the hold, Mantis' had got him.

A part of Seilois was angry at losing the contract, but another part was glad as that meant Mantis' would still be in the galaxy, and assuming Mantis' accepted the submission; there would be a chance for a re-match.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Kung Seilois "]was released, following the tapping out. Preliat caught his breath for a moment, before he slowly stood up. He picked up his helmet, dusting some of the sand off of it. He placed it over his head, the clicking and turning signalling the seals being put into proper place. Preliat stood tall and proudly, even after the fight. It was obvious it wasn't - or worse rodeo with this kind of situation. Preliat paused, before he walked away. Reaching up to his chest, he removed a knife. A very special knife. It was his, but Kung had earned it. He tossed it directly between his feet, digging it into the sands.


"You earned it. I could use more men like you. If you ever find yourself lost, the Mando'ad never fails to take in those who take up our cause."


Preliat rolled his fingers inwards, and walked away. That knife, that lay at Kung's feet, was special. And Kung would probably find a use for it, or at least, have an interesting story to tell how he got it. The sandstorm picked up, and the Mandalorian, disappeared into the roaring sands of Ordo. As quickly as the sand was stained red with blood, it was covered and blown away. Ordo never did like change or new things. Like all things, the sands of Ordo would eventually consume all that touched it. Preliat's cloak was the last thing to disappear, the shawl fluttering before the dark olive cloth flickered away, disappearing as he headed back to the compound.

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