Junction The Blood Arena (HSC | Elysium Empire - Rorak 4 | Anvil)

[Gorba the Hutt]

LEEEEEEEEET’S GET READY TOOO RRRRRRRRRUUUUUMBBBLLLEEEEEE​

Damascus Station teems with an influx of people from across the galaxy, come to witness what is promised as the biggest and most bloody spectacle of arena combat in recent history. Part of the station has been rented out by the Bareesh Kajidic and converted into an arena stadium, with a solid durasteel surface and a rayshield curtain that separates the spectator stands from the combatants within.

Gorba sits in his box seat, surrounded by a gaggle of guards. He shoves a frog in his mouth, chews, then waves a hand signaling for the fight to begin. The crowd’s roar is so loud that it seems to shake the entire station.

Doors on either side of the arena hiss open and the combatants run in, warriors from all over the galaxy, come for the glory or the gold. A cash prize awaits the victor. Enough to buy a starship.

It is a no-holds-bar fight. There are no rules, other than the last one standing is the victor. And the promise of blood and explosions has everyone on the edge of their seats.

With that, the fight begins.

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Oh… you want to know… why they are here?

Oh. Ok.

Well….

When the government of Nar Shaddaa broke away from the Concord, along with the so-called “Republic” of the Hutts on Nal Hutta (who subsequently dissolved their republic and once more became the Grand Council of the Five Ruling Kajidics), other worlds looked to see if they too might benefit from independence.

The crime lords of the Consortium moved in swiftly, like hungry vultures feasting on a fresh corpse. Many of the crime lords set their beaks into the flesh of Rorak 4, desperate to once again restore the planet to a hub of trafficking. Spice processing plants on Nar Shaddaa were dangerous, droids unsuitable to much of the labor. They needed warm bodies to process the spice. Referring to them as “debtors” and “indentured servants,” the crime lords, particularly the Hutts, seek to bring back such an ugly trade on Rorak 4. But other governments watch the movements of the shadows with unease.

Eventually, the lords of the Consortium found their baited hook with which to reel in the prize of Rorak 4. The biggest roadblock to re-opening Rorak 4 to the slave trade is a non-profit organization devoted to sapient rights and refugee relocation. This organization is led by people. People who have children. The Consortium kidnapped several of the oldest children and have forced them to enter the arena. The non-profit’s board is now forced to watch their children fight and die in a battle royale if they do not capitulate to the demands of the crime lords.

The Elysium Empire is also present at this event, but for completely separate reasons. Their security officers seek to maintain order on Damascus station. The system is rich with exploitable resources and many heads of industry have gathered to watch the spectacle. If any were to be… compromised by the underworld it would be bad for business. In time, the station government would realize that the security offered by the Elysium Empire was worth bringing the system fully into their empire and all its natural resources with it.

Welcome to the Junction between the Elysium Empire and Hutt Space Consortium. Below are some objectives to help streamline your participation.

Objective 1: BATTLE ROYALE: It’s a rumble in the durasteel jungle, choose your weapons and gear and hop into a no-holds-bar battle royale. Last one standing will receive a prize of 50,000 UCs!

Objective 2: WHEEL AND DEAL: Not a fighter? Above that sort of pugilism? Sit in the stands and take bets on your favorite fighter, mingle with the other spectators, make advantageous deals, sabotage the fighters, and eat, drink, and be merry.

 

[TC-CS-4820]

The chromed plating of the M-3PO Military Protocol droid disguise TC-CS-4820 had decided to become glittered softly in the light of the arena, his clamshell like head rotating around at the various sights that presented themselves to the droid. His quick, short stepped gate was taking him around the hustle and bustle of the arena, moving through the crowds and vendors before the show. The droid was not here for entertainment, violence should only be used as a last resort. To him the fighting itself was a waste of good bodies, of resources, of energy, and most of all time. What he was here for was to find contacts, as many in his field enjoyed this sort of sport. If the droid was to restart his career, he would need stable contacts who can start him out right. For now though, it seemed he was just wandering.

 

[Sars Sarad]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Equipment: Lightsaber; Old Sin; Armor; Duster

He stepped out into the light of the Arena, his feet adjusting to the durasteel flooring as he moved onto it. Raising his left arm Sarad shielded his eyes, letting them adjust to the ambient lighting while his gaze surveyed the stands that lined the arena. Spectators filled this place, many coming to bet on one combatant or another and others for the sheer veracity of entertainment that was promised by the Hutts.

As for Sarad, he hadn't come for the credits or to play the roll of entertainer. Like many times before Sarad had been lured by the Force. In a nutshell there was something about this Station, this Arena that had called to him, summoning him via metaphysical threads that were manipulating him beyond his comprehension. Wherever the Force lead Sarad he tended to follow it be it to a backwater world, forgotten by the galaxy at large or this place, an Arena where he was to fight for the crowds.

Once his eyes had adjusted completely Sarad leveled his gaze on the colossal Hutt that sat surrounded by bodyguards. Gorba the Hutt . He played a role in bringing Sars here however it wouldn't have been entirely as the Hutt thought. The Credits didn't interest Sarad, he was interested in the people who would be standing across from him.

A Duster hung loosely from his shoulders, his right hand dipping inside of it before returning once he'd retrieved the lightsaber attached to the belt that he wore. Igniting the lightsaber as it came into view its phosphorescent blade appeared almost white, the heat radiating from it palpable and taxing to those who were unused to extreme temperatures. He flourished it, loosening his wrist and shoulders in the process as he drew the blade into what would become a tightly arced figure-eight pattern.

Sensing others he'd have turned his head, the connection to the force being what interested him the most as he began to scan the arena. He'd look, lending his senses to the force so that he could enhance them and pinpoint what he was searching for. It was a Battle Royal after all so he was expecting several opponents to reveal themselves.

Moving, he began to circle the outskirts of the arena in counter clockwise. The Duster he wore was a variant of his own design, a Tako'raas and as he moved it flowed, independent of his own motions revealing the hint of armor beneath it. Normally Sarad preferred a more natural melee, a purer form of combat however he didn't know exactly what to expect at this point which is why he activated the lenses attached to his eyes, the systems of which would begin to filter information to him…

 

[Mikremx Tremsi]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Tag: Sars Sarad

Howling Barabel raised its arms up to the crowd, perhaps getting a cheer, it snarled upwards viciously. Slapping its armored chest, and again the other side. Giving every one of its opponents a hiss of bloodlust. Heavy breaths were obvious, chest rising and falling as a beast possessed.

If others were standing there calm and collected, the Barabel was anything but, head side to side, working itself up into a frenzy. The vibroaxe by its side whirred high and was displayed like a trophy. "I KILL FOR GORBA!" It said raising its weapons upward to those above, hoping to attract the attention of those looking on. Perhaps a sponsor had given it the songsteel, it certainly looked a sight whirring around like a chainsaw in its hand, the edge a blur.

Once again it burst its hands outward from its chest gesturing, picking up the shield and slamming the flat of the axe head against it, bang bang bang. "COOR TO VAR. COOR TO VAR." Credits for the Kill. Credits for the kill. It pointed its axe toward Sars Sarad and made a throat-cutting gesture. Laughing at the end of it. Barabels, never known for their manners at the best of times, least of all in a fight!

It slammed its helmet on and cracked its neck left to right, beginning to paint the helmet in crimson red markings. Hunters marks, one for every dead man or woman walking!

Gear:
Armor: Emerald Iron with rebreather
Right hand: Songsteel Vibroaxe | Left Hand: Riot Shield
Back: Ripper RAT | Triad-Pike
Belt: 2x Cryoban Grenade |1x EMP Grenade | 1x Anti material Grenade
Hip: 2x Revolving Doors Magnums | 2x Bacta Injections
Attitude

 

[Azar Kortun]

He could feast tonight, if he so desired. The station was rich the scent of greed and bloodlust, these primal drivers of evolution filling the air and the Force around him. His tentacles quivered as his cane echoed off the station floor. But who to devour? Or how many? There were countless sentient crammed aboard the station who had no nutrition in them, no real flavor. They would hardly be worth the effort it would take to collect their soups. He would spend more energy than they could provide.

No, he would something more tangible, or at the least, something interesting. The cravings pressed against his mind and his body ached for sustenance, but he pushed it aside to the edge of his mind. It was growing stronger as time passed, but he still held the mastery of himself. He could join the arena and devour them there, but that seemed unsporting.

What use did he have for credits or a starship? None at all. And it would cost him his anonymity, which was his most dangerous weapon. Fame and glory were for the fools who thought recognition brought power. A trap so many Sith had fallen to. Infamy. Dark glory. Empires to rule.

Traps, the entire lot of them. They were weaknesses and vulnerabilities, dependent on other sentients to maintain. Useful tools, at times, but true power came from transcending such paltry temptations.

That brought a ghost of a smile to his face. Just like family. Just like honor. But he was old, he could afford himself one or two vices here and there. Legacy mattered to him, and it was not something he would find in an arena. But recruits? That was a possibility, if any of the quality he desired could be found.

He was prepared to be disappointed, but perhaps there would at least be a snack out of it. He pauses for a moment outside a box seat and cloaks himself in the Force to slip inside, moving to one edge. Perhaps Gorba could sense him, in some way. They were resistant to most mind tricks, after all, but perhaps the great Gorba was too busy eating his nonsentients to notice.

Either way, it was a place to watch. To listen. To gauge a sense of where the currents of power flowed. Many things had changed during his sojourn, but fortunately, the Hutts remained the same. Those with patience and delicacy could, if they were foresighted enough, play the strings of power to their own ends. But one needed to know where those threads went first.

 

[S0-T0]

Status: Combatant
Loadout: Red Lightsaber, Advanced Droid Shock Arm (Left Arm Replacement), V-82 Droid Tractor Arm (Right Arm Replacement), x2 CZ-22 Wrist Repulsors (One below each forearm, each concealed). Soto's Body.

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The droid sith had come to this arena on his own volition. He heard heard of the hutts' dueling rings, and figured there would be few other places to display his combat prowess on a large scale. He was a member of the High Sith now, and needed to show the power of their organization. As such, he would represent them in the ring. In an effort to hide his droid identity, Soto was equipped with a holographic disguise matrix. It would produce a holoprojection that gave him the physical appearance of a Tognath, beneath his hood at least.

He could hear the excited cheers of the crowd in the arena, and would take satisfaction in the large crowd he was about to assist in pleasing. Not to mention, he could face just about anyone in this arena. This would be a prime opportunity for him to gather data, and improve his decision making in combat.

A pair of metal doors would slide open, revealing the disguised droid wielding a lightsaber hilt in his right hand. Soto photoreceptors would shoot from side-to-side, taking note of each combatant there... The droid would mutter to himself as he inspected each of them, "A droid...? He won't last long," ( TC-CS-4820 ). He would turn his gaze to the next nearest combatant, some distance away. There was a human male, wielding a lightsaber. "Now that one could be trouble." ( Sars Sarad )

Next would be a strange alien, from a species he was not familiar with. He beat his chest like an angered Kowakan-Lizard Ape. "Aggressive. Perhaps too much so." ( Mikremx Tremsi ) Finally, he would see someone who looked like a fellow sith, but not a member of the High Sith. He looked to be Anzati. "Good. I'll get to show our superiority." (Azar Kortun)

With a proper examination of the competition, he was now ready for battle... The droid sith's lightsaber would ignite, reveling a crimson red blade.

 

[Sars Sarad]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Equipment: Lightsaber; Old Sin; Armor; Duster
Opponents: Mikremx Tremsi S0-T0 ; @Anyone else who enters the Arena

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The Crowds seemed to roar louder whenever another combatant appear. It seemed as though the Hutts had spared no expense on this spectacle that, as advertised was to be no holds barred.

The Barabel appeared first, whirling a Vibroaxe over his head in dramatic fashion that further riled the crowds before slamming it against the face of the Riot Shield he'd been hoisting. He said something that Sarad couldn't quite comprehend but for the throat slitting motion that accompanied it causing him to smirk briefly....

"We shall see."

...he seemed to mouth in return, then others started appearing. He felt the presence of another in the crowds causing him to look upwards towards the stands briefly then he looked ahead again as another figure made its entrance. A Lightsaber ignited revealing a crimson red blade but there was something strange about this one. Sarad couldn't feel him in the force, there was an absence there that seemed to alert him to something else.

He said nothing for a moment, sizing up both of the primary opponents who had revealed themselves before stating clearly and allowing the force to amplify his voice so that it carried over the noise of the crowd when he spoke...

"I am Sars Sarad. Fight well."

...it was the same as it always was, Sarad was compelled to introduce himself to opponents he had never faced before then he took off at a sprint. He'd rushed towards the Barabel, Mikremx Tremsi angling his lightsaber back in the process so that it trailed in the aft of his right leg on the outside.

As he came closer a minor manipulation of his left hand permitted him to exercise some application of the force. A Telekinetic gesture, some would call it a Force Pull. In this case it didn't target the Barabel at all but sought to take his Vibroaxe and force it downwards, violently and suddenly as Sarad was closing the distance. Another minor application of the force would augment Sard. The Force Jump that came next would lift him over the Barabel gracefully and in what could be described as a fluent maneuver.

The Lightsaber the had been trailing behind Sarad would snap ahead in a forwards arc as he leapt into the air so that as he passed over the Barabel he could make a stroke to clip the front faceplate of his opponents armor. Maybe with enough force to snap his head backwards.

When he landed a moderate distance to the rear of the Barabel Sarad was already wheeling around, dividing his attention between him and S0-T0 while raising his weapon into a defensive position...

 

[Alessandra Io]

Location: Arena - Damascus Station
Objective: 1 - Battle Royale
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Combatants: Sars Sarad Mikremx Tremsi S0-T0
Spectators: Azar Kortun TC-CS-4820

She had lost herself in rivers of blood.

After Tython, Alessandra’s chassis regenerated as it always had, but the gaping hole in her synthetic soul from her daughter’s passing remained raw and bleeding. The emotions of anger and inconsolable rage burned hot in her heart, sated only by blood and the thrill of violence, albeit only temporarily before she inevitably went searching for more gangsters or criminals to kill. How easy it was for the assassin HRD to fall into into such simple, primal adventures, losing herself in the pleasure of her newly-installed Kamikri Blades ripping through armor and soft flesh, before collapsing into tears when the fight was over, the emotions of guilt, heartbreak, regret, anger, and yet more consuming her thoughts as she knelt next to a row of mangled bodies, all condemned to death for the simple crime of associating with one gang or another.

Such a state was how the Consortium Enforcers had found Alessandra before she was captured and brought here to entertain the Hutts and their lackeys. Had the circumstances been different, the HRD might have sought to escape. Instead, she wanted nothing more than to fight, to drown in a fresh, roiling ocean of blood.

Upon entering the arena, the HRD’s sonic receptors were greeted with the roaring, bloodthirsty howls of a towering Barabel. He was among the biggest, most distinct combatants in the dome, but the ignition of the Tognath’s crimson lightsaber did not escape her notice, neither did the duster-clad human armed with an alabaster-bladed lightsaber.

"I am Sars Sarad. Fight well."

“I am Alessandra Io of House Io.” She offered in return, before shifting her photoreceptors towards the other combatants in the arena, quickly assessing their intentions before she made her first move or alternatively, someone moved in on her!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • MP-042s "Skjöldr" Energy Shield Gauntlet - L
    • LPD-42 ParticleJet Miniaturized Maser - R
• Eversor Rings

 

[Chain]

Fighting: Sars Sarad , Mikremx Tremsi , Alessandra Io
Loadout: Red Lightsaber, Advanced Droid Shock Arm (Left Arm Replacement), V-82 Droid Tractor Arm (Right Arm Replacement), x2 CZ-22 Wrist Repulsors (One below each forearm, each concealed). Soto's Body.

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Things seemed to be heating up, as another fighter arrived in the ring. This woman was new, someone the droid hadn't noticed before. Of course, his attention would quickly be diverted by the experienced duelist who just jumped between the droid and the alien. This human had spirit, the sith would give him that at least. "You hold a lightsaber. Let's see how well you duel." Soto would remark.

The droid possessed a databank full of various lightsaber techniques and styles. He was designed to emulate just about any of the classic techniques, though he would need to pick a good one to take someone like this off guard. His processor would fire up, listing off various offensive options, when suddenly he would find a winner. Ah, that'll do. He thought to himself.

The droid would leap toward Sars with assistance of his integrated-jumpboots. In the process, he would spin with his lightsaber ignited, preforming a 920 degree twirl before landing in front of the human and attempting to slash him across the chest. It was a classic Juyo technique. Hopefully, it would give the droid sith a slight advantage in the ring. "Think you can face a true master of the darkside, gladiator? I am Soto, lord of the High Sith!"

(OOC: Big Oops, wrong account. This is Where, Soto's player... Just, uh, roll with it?)

 

[Mikremx Tremsi]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Combatant Tag: Alessandra Io | Sars Sarad | S0-T0

We shall see.
As his opponents introduced their names. The Barabel introduced a snarl.

Axe force pulled into the metal floor, cutting in a flurry of sparks, thankfully songsteel was quality else the vibrating axehead would have come clean off! Definitely some blunting of the weapon either way.

Kneeling down, the riot shield came up to protect his head predictably, and predicably as it met a lightsaber it was cleaved in two, dropping both sides of the furious Barabel. Two clean halves lay discarded for someone else to use in the melee perhaps, or for partial blaster cover later. Mikremx's head avoided the chop but he was now down one weapon.

Young and reckless, rising up the Barabel drew one of its Blaster Magnums in its place, the attacker too fast to get a bead, he turned instead and fired three booming shots at Alessandra Io 's torso trying to catch her unprepared. The kickback from the weapon was substantial, and its partner gun was still on his hip, for some reason they usually came in pairs.

Getting his axe ready again he called out "COOR TO VAR" to the crowd again, putting on a show, the vibrating blur across its axehead started up again and he too charged. Only right at Sars Sarad this time, trying to slash him from the opposite side that the Sith did, at about chest height. Because come on, he wasn't going to fight fair!

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Shield cut in two
Blaster Magnum fires three shots at Alessandra
Vibroaxe tries to slash Sars from the opposite side that S0-T0 does.

Gear:

Spoiler

Armor: Emerald Iron with rebreather
Right hand: Songsteel Vibroaxe | (Discarded): Riot Shield Two Pieces
Back: Ripper RAT | Triad-Pike
Belt: 2x Cryoban Grenade |1x EMP Grenade | 1x Anti material Grenade
Hip: 1x Revolving Doors Magnums 1x (Mangum in left hand )| 2x Bacta Injections
Attitude

 

['Juno' Hart]

J u n o​

Location: Rorak 4
Time of Day: Midday
Mentions: S0-T0 Sars Sarad Mikremx Tremsi Alessandra Io
Objective: 1
Equipment:

• Plasma Knives
• Light Discs
• Head Busters - Comet

Juno couldn't remember much, the roar of an arena muffled behind ironclad doors as the near dead woman slumped in the pits of those who had been thrown into the arena. Many were here by choice, but there were a couple who had wronged the house. Be it a debt which was required to be repaid or a death sentence well deserved. Juno ached, clutching the back of her head as she felt the crusted blood of an old wound at the back of her head crumble against her fingers.

As others entered the arena with heroic resolve, Junos was all but pathetic, being all but dragged to the door and thrown through the portal to slam face first into the durasteel floor of the stadium. Groaning at the impact turned to cringing from the noise as she looked at her equipment, then around for if she could see Quill, but there was no sign of the boy.

Danger!

Juno would tuck and roll from the Vibroaxe which came down for her, a hand moving to her side to grip one of her knives. Gripping it and throwing it at full speed to connect with a Gammoreans' head hilt first. A sickening crack permeated the air around her as she observed her surroundings. 'Arena, fighters, Dead Bodies... smell of slime' Her mind computed without needing to look up at the spectators. "Hutts...Ugh, not again..." She muttered with disdain.

The rather nondescript street urchin would find herself calling upon the force, no-one here was looking for her by name or face, so stretching out with the force she would dampen her presence, lowering her significance to those around her as she would sleuth through the ranks to arrive at Alessandra Io or at least a couple of meters away, not quite revealing herself as of yet from her application of the art of the small. The disembodied voice of Juno would speak calmly, thrown indirectly as if through ventriloquism.

"You seem a friendly sort, pick a target. I'll back you up."

Juno would be like this woman's shadow, hood up as she'd draw two of her Plasma Trench Knives, flipping them onto a nonlethal setting, the pilot arcs resonating down the edges of the knifes like that of a force pike. Seeing Juno would be like trying to remember a dream, the image fleeting while her form would be difficult to focus on for organics at least. Sort of out of focus like a mirage, with little in the way of distinctive features other than a general outline of a woman in a hood. She couldn't effect the mind of machines this way sadly, or those with eidetic memories. But manipulating cosmic significance was hardly a science.

If she accepted, an alliance might see the two of them leave alive.
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[Goros the Hutt]

Objective 2: Hutt to Hutt bargain
Location: In the Arena Stands
Tag: Gorba the Hutt

"Introducing his greatness, the Mighty Goros the Hutt!" Suitable numbers of zeltron slaves were at the forefront of his processions through the stands. No twi'lek could be trusted since Lady Blue had eliminated a sizeable portion of his influence, their assassins often clashed in the dark places out of sight.

The ever illusive Goros the Hutt barely ever left his ship and base of operations. Even less so since Nima Tann had supposedly ended his life, which was true, then how he was here? That was another story. Goros certainly moved like a Hutt, he had several bodyguards like a Hutt might have suitable for his long time station in the Hutt Cartel, and the galactic spanning mega-corporation that he, Tadietti Tann, and Mr Black feuded over behind the scenes. His prime interest was arms dealing and through his agent Sere Reene he had long supplied underworld groups with the means to kill each other, usually both sides.

If there was a scale of evil among the three (or more) vying for the Apex Corporation, he would consider himself the middle ground, and someone who wanted to rid the galaxy of the other two thorns in his side, purely for profit. It might take a Hutt to see he wasn't a Hutt but a cybernetic lifeform that carried on his remaining empire as a required figurehead, perhaps there was Hutt there still, but the healing of these grievous wounds suffered at the Tann sisters could take centuries. The question was would Gorba use that knowledge, and how, the other question was who was pulling Goros the Hutt's strings now if any?

Foodstuffs beyond counting were carried forward with the mightly Goros, delicacies to be sampled, rare exotic catches, and perhaps some endangered species for the great feast about to happen above. All could share in the wealth, but he was here to see one Hutt only, Gorba.

The procession above stopped when it reached Gorba's guards, suitable offerings of finely crafted songsteel blades, one large emerald, and many exquisite dishes were laid forth. Among them, a rare white whaladon spiced whale starter, nearly unheard of bottles of Alderaanian Emera Wine, Roast succulent Puffer-Pig Ribs, Two large legs of the rare Manka cat, and more fruit, liquor, or deserts like Corellian Ryschate than you could shake a wampa at.

A humble Zeltron slave bowed her head, "For his supreme greatness Gorba Bareesh Laglan," they used his proper titles as was custom, "my master Goros Undevith Veii," Name clan and his title, "wishes to make offerings to solidify a new alliance in this great new day for the Hutts and your consortium." Proper respect, not assuming anything, he had come to ask a favor and make a deal, old members of the Cartel dead but not forgotten.

 

[Alessandra Io]

Location: Arena - Damascus Station
Objective: 1 - Battle Royale
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Combatants: Sars Sarad Mikremx Tremsi S0-T0 'Juno' Hart
Spectators: Azar Kortun TC-CS-4820 Goros the Hutt

The HRD’s photoreceptors registered a snap of aggressive motion in their periphery, compelling Alessandra to immediately take defensive action. Neuromesh fibers driving electrical impulses at luminal velocity through her nervous system, the energy shield on Alessandra’s left gauntlet snap-hissed to life just in time to turn the high-powered energy bolts away! However, Alessandra immediately sensed the heat radiating from the gauntlet after the salvo, a sign that the HAPU unit which powered the device had been taxed by the high-powered assault. Fortunately, it hadn’t approached critical levels yet, but if she pushed it too far too quickly, there was a chance that the device might explode due to the heat buildup.

Forced on the defensive, Alessandra whipped out two of her chakrams in an attempt to change that, before a feminine voice met her auditory receptors. Sensing that the speaker was behind her, with a sudden, explosive burst of speed, the Chaplain shot towards her right with a whoosh of disturbed air, her repulsor cells propelling her at the velocity of a fast groundcar until she came to a sudden halt close to the edge of the arena, not wanting to let any of the potential threats out of sight!

"You seem a friendly sort, pick a target. I'll back you up."

Photoreceptors narrowing as they took in the features of the fair-toned, yet ragged-looking woman, the HRD answered only with a quick nod before shifting her attention back towards the three other fighters while moving alongside her newfound, yet temporary ally. Indeed, she was under no delusions that their alliance would last, hence the suspicion and the fact that she intentionally positioned herself so that the woman was to her side, rather than behind her.

Then, Alessandra loosed one of her chakrams towards the hulking Barabel, the bladed disc flying on a straight trajectory from the HRD to her target, aiming to separate his left knee from his body!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • MP-042s "Skjöldr" Energy Shield Gauntlet - L
    • LPD-42 ParticleJet Miniaturized Maser - R
• Eversor Rings

 

[Sars Sarad]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Equipment: Lightsaber; Old Sin; Armor; Duster
Opponents: Mikremx Tremsi ; S0-T0 ; Alessandra Io ; 'Juno' Hart

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This was the disadvantage that initiating combat incurred, sometimes it afforded other enemies the opportunity to strike where they would have otherwise been unable.

The attack from S0-T0 came shortly after Sarad had landed. As he readjusted himself, dividing his attention again he'd have been put on the proverbial backfoot by the crimson lightsaber of his opponent and the Juyo technique he performed. It was executed perfectly, almost to perfectly and it would have caused Sarad to wonder if it hadn't connected.

Indeed, the lightsaber slashed across his chest as Sarad transitioned himself causing an explosion of sparks to spring into life as the energy blade made contact with the phrikite plating that composed the chest plate. It still caused Sarad to stumble backwards a pace, burn marks appearing on his duster where it had been by the blow indicating it was similarly durable.

Of course there was no time to breath, only to react as the Barabel swung at him too.

As the Vibroaxe of Mikremx Tremsi came down in a heavy slash Sarad arced his lightsaber out in front of him so that he could parry it. The Barabel was huge, muscular and Sarad relying on skill rather than the force doubted he could block the blow outright which is why the parry acted as a deflection, targetting the underside of the Vibroaxe on its 'songsteel' haft so that Sarad could not only deflect the blow but also redirect it across towards S0-T0 in an effort to have it land cleanly against ano0ther opponent.

While the parry was made Sarad let his left hand dip into the confines of his duster, it came out with a hilt reminiscent of a lightsaber fit into its palm. When 'Old Sin' activated it showed itself to be in an inverted grip, the phase-knife totalling nine inches in length. It used a technology similar to a lightsabers but not altogether the same as it created a molecular blade rather than an energy one, a edge some said was a hundred times as sharp as a 'Vibroblades'.

Pressing off his backfoot following the parry Sarad leapt at Mikremx, lunging at his right side which he'd hoped to open by redirecting the blow from the Vibroaxe so that he could come well within the Barabels reach both to minimize the effectiveness of the axe and also to make a passing blow. As he went Sarad would have angled 'Old Sin' across, aiming for the back of the Barabel's knee where armor was usually thinner in hopes of finding flesh there and bringing his opponent down a peg as he slashed.

Regardless of whether he landed cleanly or missed the forwards momentum would carry Sarad ahead, around the Barabel unless he was stopped where he saw Alessandra Io and 'Juno' Hart as well as any other number of unknown combatants in the midst of battle. Alessandra was like the crimson bladed 'Sith', he couldn't feel her presence in the force singling her out as another oddity but Juno on the other hand, Juno's presence spoke to Sarad in a way the others didn't.

As he was already in the midst of forwards momentum he merely charged at the two women, his lightsaber raising ahead of him horizontally at shoulder height, Old Sin tucking close to the outside of his left hip...

 

[S0-T0]

Fighting: Sars Sarad , Mikremx Tremsi , Alessandra Io , 'Juno' Hart
Loadout: Red Lightsaber, Advanced Droid Shock Arm (Left Arm Replacement), V-82 Droid Tractor Arm (Right Arm Replacement), x2 CZ-22 Wrist Repulsors (One below each forearm, each concealed). Soto's Body.

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Soto could only smirk as he watched the barabel attack the man from behind, it was a clever play. However, the male duelist had some degree of skill. The axe would be redirected toward the droid! His processors would begin calculating the probability to avoid such an attack, but the trajectory was simply too perfect. The strong steel weapon would make a loud 'clanging' sound as it impacted the disguised droid's left shoulder. It did not sink into his chassis, but did cause a significantly large dent beneath his clothes. "Graahh." the droid sith would utter.

Of course, before he would manage to retaliate, the man had already jumped toward another opponent. His photo receptors would shift to a pair of wemon who seemed to be forming some sort of pact, right before they would each launch attacks toward the green alien. This could be his chance to gain an ally.

As Alessandra Io threw one of her chakrams toward Mikremx Tremsi , Soto would reach out toward them with his V-82 Droid Tractor Arm. The device would emmit a small, yet invisible, tractor beam that would pull the chakram out of the air and into the right hand of the sith. "An interesting weapon." He would chuckle. Immediately thereafter, he would make a suggestion to the barabel, "They can make alliances. Why not form one between the two strongest in this arena?" ( Mikremx Tremsi ,)

Whether or not the man actually accepted his offer, Soto would then drop the disk-like weapon to the ground. With his A-Droid Shock Arm, he would send a powerful stream of blue electricity flying toward Alessandra Io , an attack that would appear much like force lightning.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Objective 1

It was raw chaos, the Pits always were: in a past life, Lirka had been a champion of such places, but those days had long since passed her and the former fame she held had faded into obscurity. Now it was time to prove herself once more, stepping out into the pandemonium arena Lirka raised one of her clawed gauntlets, pointing a finger up towards the viewing box of Gorba the Hutt before bringing it down to pound on her breastplate a handful of times. An old symbol from her Pit Fighter days, she was more than capable of proving her value as a slaver to her benefactor. But now it was time to prove her worth as a warrior.

The late-arrival watched the battle with a predator's eyes, her powersuit whirring ever so slightly as it hungered for violence, wordlessly she waited as alliances were formed and enemies made. Eventually her eyes fell upon Alessandra Io and her companion 'Juno' Hart the latter of which had drawn eyes of Lirka, what looked to be the weakest link in the maelstrom. The HRD seemed busy enough with the other warriors, and as Sars Sarad made his charge Lirka burst into life.

She rushed forward like a metal missile, her long and thin alien blade roaring to life with glowing electro-plasma filaments: intending to pounce upon 'Juno' Hart while the duo are distracted with the other warrior, despite her mighty metal bulk Lirka moved faster than she had any right to, closing the distance she swung her weapon low,: aiming for the uppermost parts of her legs, trying to catch the woman off-guard and quickly land a blow.

S0-T0 Mikremx Tremsi

 

[Mikremx Tremsi]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Combatant Tag: Alessandra Io | Sars Sarad | S0-T0 | 'Juno' Hart | Lirka Ka

Weapon parried into the other opponent, was a stroke of a genius duelist. Catching the young Barabel fighter off guard. As Sars Sarad 's pulled his second weapon, it did make a burn across the rear of Mikremx's right knee. The thick hide of the Barabel helped resist a debilitating blow from the melting metal. Sars Sarad had targeted his weapon expertly. Turadium would not stand lightsaber or phase knife strikes long, liquefying the armor, each hit melted the armored shell and that stung.

When S0-T0 made the next offer, it helped a lot that his opponent had spared him taking a further hit to the knee from Alessandra Io , otherwise, they'd already be in a brawl. The Young Barabel didn't know the ways of Sith or how they could betray you in a heartbeat, "till the end." it agreed, banging on its chest. Meaning it'd kill him last. Not exactly comforting but a step up from fighting right now, there were plenty of targets to choose from!

Backing away from the Sith Lord, Mikremx holstered the blaster magnum and unclipped the ripper rat rifle. Having time to make its move, it swapped the axe for the gun. Another chainblade whirring across the rifle, not as fast but just as menacing. It seemed this combatant had found his signature in the cutting teeth of metal!

Everyone was busy. How about that? A great grin spread under the helmet.

It lined up, and panned across itself, firing sonic wave concussive projectiles at ALL of them, except S0-T0 . With a high fire rate, concussive blasts swept from right to left, they would detonate on hitting anything, including lightsabers!

"Who dies first?" Mikremx asked the Sith Lord.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

S0-T0 Intercepts Alessandra's projectile.
Takes a burn to the back of his right knee from Sars, the Turadium alloy melts to the thick hide below.
Agrees to an alliance with S0-T0
Opens up with the sonic wave Ripper-RAT rifle at everyone, except S0-T0. Concussive rounds fire outward at a high fire rate.

Gear:

Spoiler

Armor: Emerald Iron with rebreather
Right hand: Songsteel Vibroaxe (Back) | (Discarded): Riot Shield Two Pieces
Back: Ripper RAT (Held) | Triad-Pike
Belt: 2x Cryoban Grenade |1x EMP Grenade | 1x Anti material Grenade
Hip: 2x Revolving Doors Magnums | 2x Bacta Injections
Attitude

 

[Alessandra Io]

Location: Arena - Damascus Station
Objective: 1 - Battle Royale
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Combatants: Sars Sarad Mikremx Tremsi S0-T0 'Juno' Hart Lirka Ka
Spectators: Azar Kortun Goros the Hutt TC-CS-4820

The Tognath Sith had managed to pull the chakram into his grasp, but doing so might prove to be a severe mistake! He was immediately marked as unauthorized agent by the weapon’s access control systems and as such, less than a split-second after making contact with the Sith’s hand, the chakram’s hilt would discharge a potent field of crackling electricity. In organics, the energy quotient was enough to induce severe electrical burn injuries, but for the Tognath-disguised droid, one could only guess as to what might befall him! Perhaps his true inorganic nature might be revealed to the crowd and the other combatants?

Meanwhile, a split-second after throwing her first chakram, Alessandra let loose with her second, this one thrown from a moderate distance on a curved, parabolic trajectory towards the potentially reeling pseudo-Togath in the hopes that the bladed disc might take off his left knee from the left side. However, the charging forms of Sars Sarad and Lirka Ka , along with the danger presented by the hulking Barabel did not escape her notice, compelling the HRD to immediately take defensive action in the form of a sudden repulsive burst delivered from the tractor/pressor organ in her left arm, aimed to strike Sarad in the chest to possibly disrupt his momentum or even throw him back wholesale!

Unfortunately, she could do little to counter the Barabel’s attack, but the Chaplain managed to bring her shield up just as the hulking warrior’s wave of concussive fire swept across her position. The energized barrier managed to protect her from the bolts’ explosive effects, but with her damage control systems registering a moderate burn on her left forearm, Alessandra knew that the shield was finished. Unfortunately, it couldn’t take more than a few shots from a sonic weapon.

And so, the device gave a sharp, mechanical hiss as the HRD detached the now-smoking gauntlet from her arm, before letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground…

Spoiler: Loadout

• Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • MP-042s "Skjöldr" Energy Shield Gauntlet - L
    • LPD-42 ParticleJet Miniaturized Maser - R
• Eversor Rings

 

['Juno' Hart]

J u n o​

Location: Rorak 4
Time of Day: Midday
Mentions: S0-T0 Sars Sarad Mikremx Tremsi Alessandra Io
Objective: 1
Equipment:

• Plasma Knives
• Light Discs
• Head Busters - Comet

Juno nodded to the female beside her, feeling something off as she would look at her directly, through her art of the small as though it were nothing, a mechanical efficiency to her movements which made Juno suspicious. Was she a cyborg? Or something more. However, as the female drew what appeared to be a chakram before letting it fly. The hard to notice human beside her would let out a chuckle.

"Well be still my beating heart~"

Juno would all but swoon, spinning the trench knife's hand grips around her fingers as she loosened her grip she'd allow the two blades to fan out, one for each of S0-T0 and Sars Sarad Moving her hands to her belt for a steel sphere, one of her comets, and behind her as she would draw her own ring of destruction. The Light disc would whir to life with the same snap-crack of a light-saber as Juno's way of the small would drop, pulling her into a conscious reality as opposed to remaining the shadow she was.

Focusing her power on the sphere Juno would wind up a pitch as the fan of bullets would erupt for the group of them thanks to the efforts of Mikremx Tremsi . Juno was worried about the droid, but a threat on this level couldn't be ignored. Hitting the button to engage the sphere's internal engine it would begin to emit waves to allow itself to ignore some of the more passive forces in the world, such as friction and gravity... or a tractor beam... Before she let the sphere loose.

Targeting the massive weapon held in the beasts' hands the pulse of force which would signify the sphere breaking the sound barrier, turning what would ordinarily seem like a standard bludgeoning weapon into a cannon ball fired from something that had more in common with a cannon. Suffice it to say, save the weapon being made of Beskar, or some skillful maneuvering an impact would likely cause it to shatter, as well as throwing the host from his feet with over 30k PSI.

Calculating her trajectories for a hit or a miss, should either come to pass the sphere would return to her waiting hand as she would dive into a shoulder roll to tuck under the line of fire. In an effort to hopefully avoid shrapnel, or hedge against her interceptions' failure. As hopefully she prevented the arc from hitting her or her ally.

This fight was going to get messy . . .
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[Sars Sarad]

Damascus Station
Objective 1
Equipment: Lightsaber; Old Sin; Armor; Duster
Opponents: Alessandra Io ; 'Juno' Hart ; Lirka Ka ; S0-T0 ; Mikremx Tremsi

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An unseen force struck Sarad in the chest as he charged towards the duo of Alessandra Io and 'Juno' Hart . Not a Force power but something more technological that may have mimicked one. As Sarad was struck his charge transformed into a backwards momentum, he may have actually been thrown backwards if he hadn't sprung up off of his feet in the process.

Imbued with the force that augmented his abilities Sarad would have leapt into the air as he was pressed back effectively transitioning himself into a flipping motion as he went high into the air, well over the heads of the other combatants. This put him out of arc when the Barabel began firing his sonic weapon at the ground level but didn't necessarily save him form the 'Trench Knife' that had been thrown at him by 'Juno' Hart.

The Lightsaber in his right hand would fan ahead of him while he was in midair, sweeping out to deflect the throw projectile and send the knife off course so that it flew elsewhere in the arena, eventually clattering against the durasteel floor.

Sarad landed shortly thereafter. He was offset somewhere to the side but between the two groups, noting that another combatant Lirka Ka had joined the fray. Other nameless foes fought around them too and the sounds of spectators was almost deafening.

Raising his lightsaber horizontally to shoulder height again so that it ran from his right to left Sarad positioned it defensively. The lenses that Sarad wore, integrated into his armor continued to feed him data including biometrics for the various combatants. He'd yet to make an alliance of convenience but at this point it appeared as though he was none the worse off for it.

It came to another minor application of the force really, a telekinetic manipulation or a Force Push as some called it. In this case Sarad gestured with two of the fingers on his left hand while the remaining ones continued to hold 'Old Sin'. Targeting Alessandra Io specifically the telekinetic of concussion force would aim throw her aside and over into 'Juno' Hart essentially while the latter was in the midst of whatever attack she was performing, her hand waiting for the projectiles she controlled....hopefully upending both of them.

This could give Mikremx Tremsi and S0-T0 an opening to take advantage of. It was all about battlefield control really.