The Blood Games - Khonsu Amon vs. Allya Vi'Dreya

[Eternal Discourse]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Petranaki Arena, Genosis[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Khonsu Amon"] vs. [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]The galaxy had seen its fair share of blood spilled in recent months. From the war-torn capital of Eshan, to the explosion that rocked the parliamentary buildings on Kuat, to what remained of the Jen’ari Empire, scattered to the solar winds. The Confederacy had contributed a large amount of that blood - and it would seem that their appetite had turned inward for a change.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Recognizing an opportunity to reforge bonds with their allies, the CIS put out an open invitation to anyone who would consider themselves friends. Those who had been brave enough to put their names forward were invited to join with a horde of spectators at the Petranaki Arena on Geonosis.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The morning was bright, the skies clear. The stands were filled to the brim with roaring spectators, all having gathered to watch what promised to be a brilliant bit of sport. Nestled high above the sandy floor of the arena below, and overlooking the festivities, a platform stood sentinel. A cluster of massive stone chairs sat perched at the edge of the platform, with an unobstructed view of the arena and stands spread around them. Seated there were several members of the Confederate Viceroyalty, and others invited guests from their allied factions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]It didn’t take long for every single seat in the arena to be filled to complete capacity, with the unlucky patrons that were unable to secure a seat forced to either hover above the stadium or find somewhere to be able to stand and see the spectacle that was about to occur. The sounds and roars of the crowd only got louder and louder as the time neared to introduce the fighters that would be clashing for the crowd’s entertainment. That roar reached a fever pitch as the guardian of the arena, an aging Geonosian, hobbled his way to the front of the observation platform, his cane doing all it could to support him. Beside him, a silver protocol droid, a translator, took up the microphone and awaiting the first words from the crowd’s esteemed host.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]After allowing the crowd to quiet down momentarily, the old alien made his voice known through a series of clicks and buzzes, the Geonosian language. The Geonosians were apparently quite pleased with whatever he had to say, though everyone else that spoke basic was left quiet for a moment. The translator droid was quick to fix that, speaking aloud into the microphone for all to hear. “[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]The Great Guardian welcomes you all to this event of bloodshed! He hopes you will be pleased with the fighters, the fights, and the results![/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The elder allowed the droid to finish, before continuing the speech in his native language, then motioning toward the gates at the far end of the arena. The droid, quicker to translate this time, made the same motion while speaking in its robotic voice. “[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Open the gates! And let the fighters make their way forth, so that we may see these fighters in all their glory![/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With that, the gates would be opened, and the competitors would be lead into the arena. The very sight of these fighters had the crowd reaching a fever pitch once again, the open air gladiatorial arena shaped in such a way that the sound would be loudest in the bowl itself. All of the fighters, coming from different backgrounds, different walks of life, were embraced by the crowd wholeheartedly as they were lead to the center of the fighting arena, where all could get a good look at those that had been chosen to fight for their entertainment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The fighters, [member="Khonsu Amon"] and [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], had the look of those that could win the entire tournament, and as the crowd began looking over the competitors, credits could be seen being exchanged as the patrons began placing bets on the individual fighters. The arena guardian allowed this to go on for a few moments, before clicking his cane against the rock observation platform, bringing the crowd noise back down to a slight murmur. Looking to the protocol droid, he gave a short nod. Once seen, the droid began the final words to the fighters. “[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]The Great Guardian is pleased with the form you all are in. He, as well as all those here in the arena, are very eager to see what you all can do. You all have your first matchups for the first round. Now, let us begin, and let the blood flow![/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Rules:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

Spoiler

[/SIZE]

1. 
   [SIZE=10.5pt]Rounds of combat are called when all but one of the combatants concedes, is killed, or the 1 week time limit has been reached.[/SIZE]
   
2. 
   [SIZE=10.5pt]Disallowed items: Poison, Alchemized Weapons, Force Powers (there will be force user sentinels present to observe all matches), and Heavy Explosives.[/SIZE]
   
3. 
   [SIZE=10.5pt]If your combat wraps up before the end of the 1 week time limit, please reach out to [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"], or [member="Shakti Sweet"] to submit the thread for judgment.[/SIZE]
   

[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]

 

[LT-137]

Equipment: Armour | Bio-suit (Secret) | Shield | Spear | Sword.

​

​

His flesh, both the one he was born with and the xenografted scales that were hidden beneath the ebon-hewn battle armour, rippled with bestial excitement. The feeling was tantalizingly electric. The Mercenary wanted more. He wanted to stand atop the heart of the arena and bathe in their boisterous adulation with open arms. However, such a pleasure was denied to him by the granulated surface of the stone-wrought doors. They muted the staggered cheering and the words spoken by the native, and it’s translator droid.

It wouldn’t be long now until they opened the gates, the Thyrsian surmised. Whatever was said beyond those stone doors seemed to have been enough to drive the locals wild, as their thunderous praise began spearing through the parting doors; nearly deafening in it’s slow, inevitable revelation. With the roar of the crowd growing ever louder, Khonsu stepped into the arena with his retracted spear in hand. It’s killing edge was extinguished, and wouldn’t ignite, as this bout wasn’t to the death; despite the secret desires of many sentient beings in the tiered rings above.

Blood would be shed, of that, there was little doubt.

As his steps carried him further towards the central point, Khonsu tightened his grip around the haft of his spear; forcing the mechanisms within its metallic husk to expand. The weapon transformed within his clutches, stretching to reach its full length within a few beats of his mighty, ursine heart. This wasn’t the only item within the Sun Guard’s possession that transfigured from one state to another. The module mounted to his left forearm, in conjunction with his spear, erupted into action at the clenching of a fist. From nothing more than an innocuous box, a circular shield sprang forth - the edges sparking to life and bathing his surroundings in a crimson light.

While the spear’s beams were extinguished, the one’s that ringed the shield was thrumming with stunning plasmatic energy. It wouldn’t harm his opponent, but should they come in contact with them? It’d doubtlessly leave whatever extremity crippled with arcing currents of paralytic electricity.

Khonsu’s form was shrouded, from head to toe, in a traditional Thyrsian garment; perfectly suited to the desert environment that surrounded him. It was forged from a blend of materials and glinted softly in Ea’s - the solitary star within the Genonosian system - radiant light. While it’s protection was a far cry from the all-too-familiar comfort of his power suit, the “wraidhide” battle armour would keep not only his body protected from the elements, but keep his xenografted secret from the galaxy at large. Though he was some distance from Sith-Imperial space, it would’ve been foolish to reveal his… mutation in such a place.

These bouts would doubtlessly be broadcasted across the galaxy, earning additional and unneeded revenue as sentient creatures from across the stars purchased viewing rights and placed bets on the various combatants. It’d be too soon for his secret to become common knowledge. Thus, the armour’s cowl gripped his scale-encrusted scalp tightly whilst his darkened, predatory eyes were sealed behind a visor; bereft of the standard false-firelight he was accustomed too.

With Khonsu’s secret safe, the man readied himself for what was to come.

| [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] |​

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jy4s0l5j8j0


Opponent: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Weapons: Vambraces, One Pair of Starbird Blasters, Kal, Ion Blaster, EMP grenades,
Armor: Heroic Armor
Item: Focused Void Stone Necklace (To stop her from using the force – No defensive abilities)
Location: Geonosis, Arena

The roar of the crowd was muffled by the stone walls that surrounded her. Back here, it was cool, nice, and dark. She reached down, and picked up her helmet, and placed it on her head, fastening it to the suit. Over her suit, she pulled on a black and purple outer robe, that acted like another layer of armor for her. As the hood came up, the Mandalorian activated the suit's system. It's wide array of sensors came on, communications systems booted up as the micro-reactor began to supply energy to the wide array of gizmos built into it. The void stone necklace under it all cut off her connection to the force. Like she had been at the Moot, Allya was unable to draw upon it for strength. True, she often trained like this, so she could focus on her physical abilities, and test them, but, she admitted she had never had a battle where she couldn't use the force for before.

She ran through the checklist, and double checked each system. Valkyrie system, online, suit repulsor systems online, suit tractor beam projectors online, shielding systems online. One by one each system came fully online. Blasters came out, and she switched one to sonic attacks, and the other was set to the maser setting. She didn't need the range of the blaster. A small metallic sphere was taken into her left hand, concealed by her gloved hand as it wrapped around one of the blasters. Allya knew he would do his best to hurt her. Khonsu Amon was one of the people in the galaxy she considered a legend. Countless battles, more experience than she could imagine, and technology that could easily rival, or outdo her own. He was an honorable man, so she doubted he would kill her, though death was a very real possibility if she kriffed up badly, intention or not. He was also anger prone, who could say what would happen.

The chance the smaller teenager could win was low, however, it all of these facts that made her heart beat so fast. She was excited. The chance to fight and floor one of the legends? What Mandalorian could resist that?! The stronger the foe, the more glory earned when she threw him to the ground. Though, part of her wanted him to win. Not because she wanted to lose, no, she wanted to be pushed to a place she hadn't experienced yet. What it meant to be hopelessly outmatched. With cleverness no one couldn't be beaten. But in a straight fight? She had no clue where her limits were. Here, without the force, against a vastly superior and more experienced opponent, this was the perfect place to test it.

Because, if she beat Khonsu, then perhaps one day she could over power her father too.​

​

As the stone doors began to open she cried out. “Oya'cye, Kyr'am, Mare'cye, Darasuum, Oya! Oya!” Boots kicked up dust as she moved out towards Khonsu. She kept her distance, and placed her armored right fist, as it held her weapon, over her heart and bowed deeply in respect to her opponent. He deserved respect, after all. However, quickly after, her blasters were placed in the ready, and she waited for the match to start, activating the micro-repulsors in her boots.

 

[LT-137]

Equipment: Armour | Bio-suit (Secret) | Shield | Spear | Sword.

Of all the creatures and combatants that Khonsu faced atop the sacred grounds of the arena, standing opposite of an adolescent, with weapons in hand, was a first. In many ways, it was almost akin to looking through another’s eyes, at a younger and misguided version of himself. He was often the one facing larger, and much older foes; not the other way around. Within a moment, the Thyrsian slew the revenant of the past before it had a chance to rise from the ashes of his memory. The man could ill-afford to be enraptured by such a tantalizing vision of history; flavoured by the perceptions of a damaged mind. While this bout held the possibility of death, like the many others that preceded it, there was a greater chance that the fight would end when third blood was drawn. It was doubtful that the child wished to die. It was also unlikely that the Confederacy would approve of such a ‘travesty’ occurring in their Capital System due to the shackles of societal morality. However, those iron-clad fetters never stayed the Thyrsian’s hands before -- and it was an impossibility that they ever would.

The mercenary slew many children in his day, either as hostile targets in a war-zone or as nothing more than unlucky bystanders caught in the crossfire. While others would be horrified at his actions, the Thyrsian didn’t care. War and the exultation that came from victory was all that he knew. He cared little for the imposed morality of others. For if a Child made the conscious choice to raise a weapon against him, their age instantaneously vanished from the equation. They were nothing more than enemy combatants that needed to be neutralized. Although the Petranaki arena was vastly different from the battlefields he was accustomed too, little changed in how the Sun Guard would fight. In addition to the lack of empathetic morality, brought about by the images of a bloodied youth flashing through his mind, Khonsu’s eyes narrowed with contempt as he caught wind of the child’s mongrel tongue.

Mandalorian.

His seething hatred grew with every passing second; slowly simmering the blood coursing through his ursine veins. While the Thyrsians and Mandalorians were similar in many respects, both being warrior cultures who’ve fought against one another in the past; their rivalry went further than that. For generations, the Mandalorians stood by and watched as the Echani enslaved Thyrsus, all the while preaching of a zero-tolerance policy for enslaving entire species, or a planet’s populace. They were nothing more than hypocrites clad in beskar, rather than the honourable warriors they proclaimed themselves to be. The incandescent sensation of rage chafed his nerves raw every time he heard that bastardized tongue, and it took a moment for the Sun Guard to balance himself.

Thankfully, his rising temper was hidden by the twinned curves of his armoured bodyglove and the plasmatic-encircled shield adorning his off-hand. It simply wouldn’t do for this youth to see that the Sun Guard was visibly enraged by her Mandalorian heritage.

Through clenched teeth, Khonsu began his advance. His steps were measured and slow, as his shrouded eyes drank in the details of her elective vestments. She was festooned with several electromagnetic grenades, iconic in their design, that dangled from her armour, and a brace of pistols clutched between gauntleted digits. There was even an archaic ion weapon that was, again, utterly iconic in its outline. Whomever this child was, it was evident what strategy they sought to employ against the Sun Guard. Their armour was doubtlessly equipped with a propulsion system of sorts, as revealed by her dynamic entry -- most likely repulsorlifts, as there was no distinctive roar that was usually associated with jetpacks. She’d keep him out of melee range for as long as she could, and cripple his muscular form with ionic overload; either seeking to fry him alive from the inside out, or cause him to ‘shutdown’ in biological mimicry of a rampaging machine.

It was a good thing his armour, while nothing like the gilded power suit he often wore, held several tricks up its proverbial sleeve. He’d still have to get in close, however, for these measures to be effective. If they were unleashed at a distance? It’s likely that she’d be able to free herself and carry on the fight with nothing more than a momentary break in her projected onslaught. However, as the future was ever-changing and the possibilities of what would transpire were endless, Khonsu was uncertain just how the youth would react. Therefore, he’d need to probe her defensive sphere and see how she’d respond in order to get a better idea of her fighting style.

Wordlessly, Khonsu tilted his head-covering down as his body adopted an ancient Thyrsian battle stance; which utilized the coverage of his shield as a bulwark against the expected volley of incoming fire. While portions of his legs were exposed, it wouldn’t take much effort for the man to alter his movements to block her shots. He was a Scion of Thyrsus after all and was a ‘self-proclaimed’ master of reading, and ultimately predicting his opponent’s actions. His feet shifted atop the sand, as he moved, ensuring that every step was taken with care. While many would consider this to be overly cautious -- Khonsu was without a ranged weapon. Had this been a duel where both combatants were on equal footing with a matching loadout?

It would’ve been over mere moments after the bell chimed. He would’ve shot her with a salvo of acidic slugs, and left her to scream as her body turned into a gelatinous mass; much to the horror of the crowd that presently encircled them. So, for entertainment’s sake, there needed to be a handicap of sorts. She was the underdog; given leave to equip herself with a hoard of weapons, as was in accordance with her Mandalorian tradition. The Thyrsian was forced to do with a significantly less robust selection in order to keep things relatively balanced.

Well, as balanced as things could be between a lifetime of wartime experiences and the twinned barrels of a blaster.

| [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] |​

Spoiler

• Began Reading Opponent's Movements and Possible Fighting Style(s.)
• Assumed Defensive Stance.
• Slowly Advancing Towards Opponent, Brandishing Spear and Active Shield.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

As much as this man was a legend, he was also a sad sight to behold. He was a broken man, without honor, without true courage. Men like him fought because they knew no other way, because it was easy for them. They felt they were strong, but instead, their world view made them weak. True strength didn't need to be proved. It could protect their own people. Sadly, Khonsu had proven time and time again to be incapable of such things. His strength, would forever be hollow. Taking a life was easy, any idiot could do it. However, he was a master of such, and to think otherwise, would be a fatal mistake. But this fact made him invaluable. The bell rang, having the pair begin their duel.

As the teen kept the distance between them, she kept the technology of her suit online, and kept the power flowing to the various systems. She circled around him, and raised her blasters up. For now, she tested him, in the same way she knew she would be tested. One blaster fired, maser shots rang out across the distance. She didn't aim at him directly right away. Instead, she aimed for the sand near his feet, then to either side, then at one of his hands. Four shots rang out in quick succession.

She fully allowed him to see her as she used the micro repulsors on her feet to bounce backwards afterwards at a semi-leisurely pace. The sheer size of this arena put her at a massive advantage, to simply whittle him away, to test him, to keep him far enough away. She was under no illusions how this battle SHOULD go. However, she had ever desire to see if he could overcome this disadvantage, and if he could HOW he did it. Because, if he defeated her, and she lived, she would carry that experience and knowledge with her forever. No matter what happened, win or lose, she won. Either she died to a vastly more powerful foe, she survived defeated, but having learned a way to defeat this type of opponent, or she won and the glory was hers.

Sensors continued to scan the area, waiting for any change in his stance, his movement, or ability. She would be alert for anything. Any time he moved forward, she would use the speed the repulsors gave her to keep her distance for now. Any time he tried to bring her towards the wall, she would swing around. For now, it was a game of cat and mouse. But honestly, who was the cat, and who was the mouse?

[member="Khonsu Amon"]