The Blood Games - Uthixo Nazim vs. Asaraa Vaashe vs. Alkor Centaris

[Eternal Discourse]

[SIZE=11pt]Nelvaan; a planet where the thought of a warm breeze is as anathema as presuming to know the parentage of 90% of Darth Metus’ children. From the crystal-clear blue skies of the frozen planes to the cloud swept peaks of the many mountain ranges that dot the planet’s surface, Nelvaan is both beautiful and deadly. It made the choice of where to host the next round of the Blood Games a simple one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Near the most northern pole of the planet there lay a massive frozen lake, tucked neatly into an inlet formed by the gentle rolling of foothills that climbed dramatically to the jagged peaks of snow-capped mountains. Though Nelvaan was frozen year round, due to the tilt of the rock in its rotation around the star at the centre of the sector, this part of the planet was plunged into the deepest part of winter. The star’s light would not reach the most northern mountain ranges for nearly half of their planetary year, and as the Confederacy selected the windswept tundra that the lake top had become as the setting for the next battle, it was during that frigid season that they’d arrived.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The winds that made Nelvaan nearly uninhabitable at its most remote points were muted that morning, the sky clear and the surface of the lake gleaming brilliantly in the projected light from the stands that had been erected to oversee the battle. Several banks of enclosed, heated stands that were outfitted with repulsor tech to allow them to hover above the surface of the lake were slowly circling the combatants, all of whom stood center ‘stage’ atop the glass-like lake’s surface.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]From one of the floating stands came a booming voice, projected over speakers that caused the sound to reverberate across the hills and sloping mountains that cradled the lake in their centre. “Welcome, one and all, to the second round of the Blood Games! Below we have our combatants: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt][member="Uthixo Nazim"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], and [member="Alkor Centaris"][/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. They will battle against not only one another but the elements of Nelvaan, and some surprises that we’ve got planned as well!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A round of uproarious applause filled the inlet with a near deafening roar, the echoes of the sound bouncing up the mountainsides and being lost to the endless, clear skies. “LET THE GAMES, BEGIN!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Rules:[/SIZE]
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   [SIZE=11pt]Rounds of combat are called when all but one of the combatants concede, are killed, or the 2-week time limit has been met.[/SIZE]
   
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   [SIZE=11pt]Disallowed items for this round include: Poisons, Alchemized Weapons, Force Powers (there will be Force user sentinels present to observe all matches), Heavy Explosives.[/SIZE]
   

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[Alkor Centaris]

Equipment: Cloak Bandages Lightsaber

Neverending Winter rarely relented on Nelevaan, and in the furthest northern reaches of the world, minutes could spell death. The brutal gale suspended itself in a manner that beggared belief, probably due to some hyperadvanced weather pattern prediction by a bored Confederate Scientist. At any time, the winds might rise and drop the wind chill so uncomfortably, so unlivable that combat would be the least of their worries.

Yet here they stood, raucous cheers and screams inviting violence spurring them forward. These onlookers craved bloodshed, went wild for death- it reminded him of times gone by, in the arena on Togoria when the Dark Jedi would mangle all takers for thrills and chills. It was a feeling of both elation and pride, yet deep loss. It caused him brief introspection that temporarily assuaged his chill.

When he stepped onto the ice, he was immediately aware of its hardness and thickness. At less than eight or so inches thick, it was too dangerous to freely traverse ice. That did not seem to be a foreseeable issue, but Alkor did take note. His slow steps carried him toward the center of their destined dueling ground. The cloak he wore flickered in behind him with each step, and some onlookers even recognized the markings. There was hesitation and silence.

"The first to step forward is Alkor Centaris!" called out the loudspeaker eagerly, seeking to inflame the crowd once more. Their uncertainty bled away as the promise of a vicious battle renewed itself in their eyes. "And his not one, but two opponents are-!"

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Petranaki Arena, Nelvaan
Opponent: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Uthixo Nazim"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Kervanos
Svalinn
10 x Shiva Daggers
3 x Alchys Grenades
Fate's Dance
Lightsaber
2 x Chakram Shield

​

It was easy to see who the home ground favourite was, the roaring of the crowd as the announcer called the Mandalorian's name was a;most deafening, a wall of sound the slammed into the girl as she offered her other opponent a smile, taking a step forward, her sword swinging up, the blade whistling through the air near her head as she saluted the crowd before stepping away to the side.

The girl took a careful step on the ice, her foot sliding ever so slightly beneath her as Asaraa hopped up and down on the stop. Truthfully she was nervous, she'd never expected to take it this far, but now, she at least wanted to try her best, to show the CIS what hte Silvers were capable of. Still, it wasn't like the crowds watching cared about that, their breath misting in the air as they stood bundled up, eager eyes watching the stage, their eyes as cold as the ice she'd been testing. The thought that people she didn't know were baying for her blood sent a shiver down the girl's spine that wasn't entirely due to the cold weather she should have foreseen. The truth was, even with the heaters surrounding them there was no real way to get away from the cold wind that cut through the air, the cool air blowing against her skin as the girl glanced down at her outfit and sighed, "I really should have brought a cloak."

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

Gear: Katarn-class commando armor, lava cannon, shoto saber, lightsaber
Opponents: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]

The uproar was vicious, the sound of stumping feet, cheers reaching high into the sky and echoing down to the warriors that stood below. It was almost daunting, much more so than it had been in the original arena. Having learned his lesson about not coming armored and equipped for the occasion during his last round of combat Uthixo stepped forward drabbed in an ancient set of armor that hadn’t been seen by many in centuries. Moss, rust and other forms of debris clung to the Katarn armor that the Sandali had scavenged but its systems worked just enough for the main purpose, to keep him from freezing his karking ass off in Nelvaan’s freezing weather.

The snow whipped at the armored figure as his head cast glances between both individuals. Across his back a rifle that the warrior had no true intentions of using unless things got really hairy. Hands and fingers twitching Uthixo drew both his saber hilts. In his left the shoto, the right a full saber. A flick of the Sandali’s thumbs brought the blades to life, their illuminations showing more of the ancient armor that he’d chosen for this engagement. The pink-haired woman was a stranger to the Sandali, but Alkor… Alkor had been the reason Uthixo had joined the CIS in the first place. “Best wishes to you both.”

 

[Alkor Centaris]

There was no time to waste. Both of these opponents could be considered dangerous, insofar as Alkor knew precious little about either. He had no trained sufficiently with [member="Uthixo Nazim"] to know the full measure of the Sandali warrior, nor did he have the time to probe the Jedi Knight to test her skills. Instead, Alkor decided to put both of them on the immediate defensive.

His orange blade hissed to life as he pulled it from his waist, deftly spinning it into a reversed grip. Dropping his level in one fluid motion, he let the magnetically contained beam of plasma dip into the ice that separated him from the lethally frigid depths below. The ice protested with a loud sizzling sound and bubbles frothed off the surface around where his weapon penetrated.

Alkor's lips drew upward into a wry smirk as he waited just long enough for the damage to be done. It took less than three seconds to compromise the thickness of this particular sheet, at the intense heat of a lightsaber and with no wind kicking up to undo the potentially catastrophic damage.

Cracks split outward from the epicenter, where his weapon now boiled the freezing cold water beneath at its tip. That water circulated around and began superheating the bottom layer of ice, destabilizing it and causing the layer beneath Alkor's feet to shift. He exploded into motion, low to the laketop as he dragged the weapon in an orange line toward the very center of the staging area.

These people had come for a show, after all.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Petranaki Arena, Nelvaan
Opponent: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Uthixo Nazim"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Kervanos
Svalinn
10 x Shiva Daggers
3 x Alchys Grenades
Fate's Dance
Lightsaber
2 x Chakram Shield

​

The Jedi had expected someone to start shooting or a rush of sword blades, and the slicing of attacks through the air. What she didn't expect was Alkor to actually drive his lightsaber into the ground, cutting through ice like it was hot butter, the ground beneath their feet bubbling and cracking, the very floor they were fighting on coming apart beneath their feet.

The knight took a step forward before hopping back, as a crack shuddered through the ice at her feet. While it would have been helpful to close with the mandalorian before he managed to complete whatever his plan was but, not falling into the ice was more important. If she'd been allowed to use the force then, well things might be a little different, but as things currently stood not falling into the icy water was more important She didn't think that the referees would let her die, but hypothermia was never a fun situation to be caught in. The girl's sword cut through the air, slicing a line in the ice by her feet as she set herself, blue eyes dancing with amusement as she flicked her sword into a quick salute. "You just had to go and make things interesting didn't you?"

[member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Uthixo Nazim"]

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

Gear: Katarn-class commando armor, lava cannon, shoto saber, lightsaber
Opponents: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]

The first move had been made, though one that the Sandali hadn’t expected. He couldn’t imagine the Jedi did either. Alkor had done perhaps one of the most dangerous maneuvers he could’ve. He compromised the ground they stood upon. The ice began to crack, the integrity of it jeopardized by Alkor. Part of Uthixo was impressed at the ingenius maneuver, the other parts wanted to curse Alkor to the deepest parts of hell for endangering all their lives.

Before the ice completely gave out the warrior would have to reach them. Booted feet moving, Uthixo ate away the ground beneath his feet. Each step bringing him closer to Alkor and Asaraa. The corellian was a bigger threat so Uthixo aimed for Alkor first. Coming in from Alkor’s left Uthixo stabbed forward with the saber in his right hand. The full length saber shot forward towards Alkor’s left shoulder. Footing shifting Uthixo brought his left leg in line with his right making himself a smaller target.

With each passing second the ground beneath them became more dangerous to stand upon the water beneath visible as the cracks in the ice turned into fissures beginning to slowly drift apart.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He threw his right leg through and dropped into a slide across the ice, dragging the saber to a halt as both of his opponents moved in to close. [member="Uthixo Nazim"] was the first to move at Alkor, who turned his body approximately forty five degrees to the right jarring the saber upward and in a straight line to his left. The resulting burn in the ice caused several things to happen very quickly.

Warm air rises. Warm air trapped beneath ice that rapidly melts away does so at an extreme rate. So, when the lightsaber liberated the superheated vapor at an angle, it shot outward toward the armored Sandali as he lashed out. It continued to spew outward as Alkor ripped the weapon free and deactivated it.

He pushed himself backward, still low but now obscured from view by the steam that billowed outward and upward between the Dark Jedi, Uthixo, and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] . Notably, the condensation caused by the heat caused a slickness over the laketop that would only compound the dangers that came with trying to safely navigate the broken ice.

Alkor got to his feet, taking the short reprieve to map out his next move. Since his cloak baffled sensors, he had effectively made himself invisible, until someone came to find him.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Petranaki Arena, Nelvaan
Opponent: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Uthixo Nazim"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Kervanos
Svalinn
10 x Shiva Daggers
3 x Alchys Grenades
Fate's Dance
Lightsaber
2 x Chakram Shield

​

A smile curled up the corners of Asaraa's face as she watched the Sandali close with Alkor driving his weapon at the Corellian, only Alkor was a little too wily for that as he dodged, hiding within a cloud of steam. Try as she might the girl couldn't spot him through the billowing steam. The jedi clenched her fist around the blade of her sword, a moue of annoyance flitting over her face as she glared at the featureless cloud of steam. If she could just use the force locating the Mandalorian would be so much easier, she could reach out to find him, or sweep away the steam surrounding him. But that was hte very reason she'd joined this tournament in the first place, to learn to fight without using the force as a crutch.

A sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her shoulders, shrugging as she threw her sword and shield to the side as she unwound like a spring, charging straight forward towards the cloud of steam, the muscles in her legs folding as she bent triggering the microrepulsors in her boots as she leapt into the air, microrepulsors in her gloves coming online as she slammed into the dangerously cracked ice near the hole Alkor had driven through the ice with a loud crash, a shock-wave travelling through the ice from her impact. The noise preceded a spiderweb of cracks spreading through the ice as shards of ice flew up into the air around her. Without hte force, without shields she couldn't stop the ice slapping at her exposed flesh, blood dripping slowly from a small scratch in her cheek, her arm as she threw herself backwards, scrambling to avoid the ice that was coming apart all around her. A hasty microrepulsor powered jump carried her far enough to send Asaraa head over heels, rolling through the snow, landing in an undignified heap before she ended up in an undignified pile, unable to stop the laugh spilling from her lips as she forced herself up to her feet, rubbing at the bruised shoulder she'd first hit the ice with as she started moving to collect her weapons, eyes scanning across the battlefield for her opponents' next moves.

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

Gear: Katarn-class commando armor, lava cannon, shoto saber, lightsaber
Opponents: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]


First it was the steam that shot up into Uthixo’s vision blinding him, and while his sensors still registered Asaraa, Alkor was nowhere to be seen on them. Chit, the warrior thought, from the beginning of the fight Alkor had started out planning out his each and every move. Obviously using his cunning more than his might. The terrifying part was that Uthixo knew that Alkor could be just as brutal in combat as he was, so why all the maneuvering? Deactivating the sabers and putting them to his belt the Sandali had just begun to reach for his lava cannon but the ice beneath him vanished in an explosion.

Chunks of ice pinged off Uthixo’s helmet as he fell into the ocean, thankfully he was one of those who chose to bring armor to the endeavor. Katarn armor had been made with environments like this in mind so of course it was sealed with even a supply of oxygen. Seeing the form of Alkor above the Sandali swam up his gloved hands reaching out to grab the ankles of the Dark Jedi and pull forwards and down, the condensation from Alkor’s tactic still remained and would make it even more difficult for him to keep his footing against the pull.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He did not wait long after he was hidden to snap into motion. With his breathing stable, he heard the ominous sound of ice being sundered as it ripped in his direction. It was difficult to see; he had accounted for that fact, knowing neither of them would be able to see him for as much time as he needed to formulate a plan.

And he had one.

The Dark Jedi moved along the cracking ice with what fleet footedness he could manage, gaze fixed on his destination. He threw himself airborne, grabbing hold of the stands that shuddered as they took on his weight. Quickly he scaled the side amidst the cries of excitement and terror, effectively giving away his position but saving himself from a watery grave.

He heard a splash in the waters below and turned to see [member="Uthixo Nazim"], who snatched out for his leg, too little too late to gain any purchase. In that wet, heavy armor, would he be able to give chase? Alkor wasn't preoccupied with finding out. The cold would set in quickly for the Sandali man if he didn't get out of the drink.

That left [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] to deal with immediately. She went airborne, above the steam for just long enough that Alkor had an idea of which direction to go. He started moving across the stands, bumping and knocking over onlookers unfortunate enough not to get out of the way.

When he saw her, the lightsaber flared to life in his hands once more.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Petranaki Arena, Nelvaan
Opponent: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | @Uthixo Nazim
Gear:

Spoiler

Kervanos
Svalinn
10 x Shiva Daggers
3 x Alchys Grenades
Fate's Dance
Lightsaber
2 x Chakram Shield

​

The snap-hiss of a lightsaber was a familiar sound, drawing Asaraa's attention to the stands where she saw Alkor pacing towards her, the crowd starting to scrabble away from him as the man relentlessly pushed through the onlookers. For a moment the Jedi hesitated, unwilling to take the fight into the stands, of dragging the onlookers into a situation where they might end up caught in a fight. Alkor, however, didn't seem to have the same restraint, although most of the spectators seemed to be clearing out of the impending clash. Asaraa closed her eyes for a moment, a soft sigh of relief slipping from her lips as her eyes flicked open her blue gaze settling on Alkor's frame as she bent, scooping her sword off the icy ground she'd thrown it onto. A flick of her blade sent minute shards of ice fluttering through the air like a breath of snow, the crystals sparking in the air as the girl pressed on hand onto the nearest pillar, flicking herself up and to the side vaulting over the fence separating the arena from the stands as she bounded clear of the first few rows of seating, dropping her gait, shield presented face first towards the Mandalorian, her blade angled down towards the ground at her side as she took a step towards him and then another, a slow measured step to give the crowd time to back off.

The teenager waited just a moment, long enough for the final stragglers to clear a path between them as she dashed towards the lightsaber wielder, leading with her shield as she cut her blade towards his feet. While a foot strike was normally less than effective against an opponent using a lightsaber, the force that normally gave them the speed and agility he'd have normally used to avoid the strike was regulated, disallowed. Against an opponent like this Asaraa knew she'd need every advantage she could get, and if she could throw off his tempo from the start? Well that's all she could ask.