The Malachor Tournament: Acolytes

[Darth Voracitos]

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Participants: [member="Rafeesh"], [member="Impetus"], [member="Dalansa"], [member="Maleus"], [member="Alcastor G1"], [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], @Dovain, @Anyone that I missed​

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MALACHOR V- THE GALAXIES HELL​

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Malachor V is a planet resonating with the dark side, with unstable gravity, and wreckage all around. The planet was attempt to be restored by the New Galaxy Rebuilding Plan coalition, but was soon abandoned due to the connotation of its rise, due to the common belief it was one of many hells in the galaxy. It was left a shattered world, but held a ground still capable of holding the vicious storm beasts.


Voracitos came here, and decided it was the perfect arena for the Champion-to-be. How he fat git came upon this idea would be elaborated later, as he was not sure yet himself of what he had experienced. But the whispering's were real, and they were clear to him that this needed doing. A crater was blasted into the planets side, and a crude ring was made around it, to contain the soon to be brawl. The huge Girth of Gluttony, and many other flagships that had been garnered in the participants on the planet's surface, hailing from the League's forces, the New Order, and maybe even skeptical orders as the One Sith or even the Horde's Sith Order. All came to the call of Malachor for one Hell of a fight.


All of them would fight each other to the last two persons, in a massive free-for-all, for his personal amusement. There would be bets taking place, and watchers. All of this hype in part thanks to the Cauldron Sister who helped to sponsor it. The two victors of each rank would then duel each other, for the right to ascend... but only the Duel of the Dark Lords mattered, as one of those two Champions-to-be would be the one to toss Voracitos aside and take the spot light as the Ear of the Entity.


That's what he told them of course, whether or not they are strong enough, can only be told in the arena.


Now the fight was in order, it was time for bloodshed! The fat man appeared on a thousand crude holoscreens all around, and the sounds he made reverberated through the whole thing due to the lack of people directly watching (having front row seats on hell wasn't very appealing unfortunately for Voracitos). There were a number of individuals in there.... he so desperately wanted to watch them all die, since if one survived, it would be his undoing, and a real burst of his entertainment bubble.


"No lengthy announcements needed..." His rumbling voice echoed throughout the stormy silent hell, with thousands of ships watching from above, including his own, which appeared as a small moon in comparison to the others. The all watching eye above. To make the announcement, he decided he would appear in a large spiritual form in the center to give them an idea of what real power was. His huge form not really touching anything looked at each as the next announcement built up. His spirit flared into a bloody red entity with teeth and crazy eyes, his smile seeming to cut through his face, as the word was screeched everywhere at once like a banshee.


"KILL!"

 

[Slot 19]

Luminara smiled with an animal-like ferocity. This was going to be oh so fun! She sprinted her way along the planet's surface, seeking out some storm beasts for a bit of a warm-up. Finding two, she jumped high into the air using the Force, and sent a storm of lightning down upon the creatures. Their cries filled the sky. She laughed evilly, reveling in their pain. Landing on her feet before them, she began slashing them with fast and powerful blows from her lightsaber.

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Alcastor couldn't even access most of his weapons, let alone smile... he had found an Acolyte nearby, however, his weapons grid was turned off by his sponsor for "The sake of being fair", and as much as Alcastor hated it, he had to abide by that. He simply charged at the Acolyte, taking out his vibroblade and a grenade as he ran, hoping he would win, despite his sponsor's actions.

 

[Maleus]

The skies themselves loomed dismally above, enthralled by a vortex of perpetual power. The proceeding showers cast fat droplets that promptly smacked in the ground with force. He could already feel a disturbance in the force, most likely due to someone flexing their power on some beast, or perhaps even another contestant.

He would do no such thing, granted, if one were looking he could be felt but he would not make it easier for them. Instead he'd continue on a direction of whim, he would not partake of the carnage unless he was provoked, in which case, he'd respond in kind.
(As a side note this is taking place before Maleus was actually Knighted as I was still an Acolyte during the tourneys time-frame)

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian allowed his authentic cloak to flow aimlessly in the dry, intolerable air. His dark, crimson skin allowed a malicious glow to quickly dance around his melodramatic stance. The landscape was outstretched, however, there was a certain pulse of energy that radiated from the center of the scene. There was a slight itch that allowed the entire planet to become a loathsome pit of annoyance.

Despite this small, minor fact, Dovian allowed his shrewd, yet perplexed eyes to quickly turn to the ground that rested just beneath his feet. A small smile made it's way onto the basin of his face as a malevolent scowl followed soon after. He was here for one reason and one reason alone.

 

[Garza]

I held the Amulet around my neck as it clicked with my mothers necklace. The Tanzoin Amulet would hide my force sensitivity, obscuring it from the others around me. I smiled as I pulled my hood up and reached for my blaster rifle. The "Ol' reliable" Blastech blaster rifle felt good in my hands. it was lighter than the DD-12 I used to carry, and it was rather nice to keep in my grasp. I was not geared up for a battle, but for a Galactic War.

Slung over my back was a F-10 Enforcer Slugthrower scattershot. Good for close ranges and against Force users as it was very had to protect against with a simple lightsaber. I felt fairly good about the Fringe Taserblade that was attached to my belt as well as my double bladed lightsaber. All on top of my Chaos robes. basically just the Iron Skin with durasteel boots and gauntlets, as well as a nice crimson cloak to cover me.

I swung around to look at the ring around us. The almost makeshift ring around us was to try and keep the contestants in bounds for the fight. And when the fighting was called, with the key word of "Kill" I moved.

 

[Rafeesh]

The dark sky was clouded and stormy. The air was thick of the scent of Dark power. The destroyed landscape was filled with the cries of beasts and howls of the dead. Rafeesh could feel the Force prying at him, the power was seductive. He would likely need the strength that he could sense all around him, but that would come at a cost. He was still untapped and not completely refined as he would have hoped, but the time was now and he had no choice. His potential would either bring him victory, or would fail and in so doing he would die in the attempt.

Rafeesh knew that no one else would have mercy, it was not the Sith way. Yet he felt that this was a waste of resources. Certainly there were better uses for these people and this planet than a fight between Sith. Yes, the strongest must show themselves, but the infighting that would occur is what has weakened the Sith. There were safer, no that was the wrong word, more efficient ways of threshing through all the weak for the strong. It would take longer probably but it would allow for all to survive and the weak become servant to the strong as compared to the weak dieing and the strong are left to fight against each other until there is only one left.

As he waited for someone he meditated on the Dark Side, he felt its power. Such strength would overpower his body before he could blink more than likely, but to tap it would give him power. Those beasts he saw in the distance were of no concern. If they attacked, they would be turned or killed. As would those apprentices that would test him. He would be ready. Ready for whoever came his way, if not whatever.

 

[Dalansa]

Standing near the edge of the ring, watching the others begin to show off, was the woman with more years in combat rings much like this than most in the ring were alive, watched each combatant move. Noting each as they began, the Offshoot smiled. The droid, or the droid-looking one wasn't smart in his target. [member="Luminara Rikanati"] had displayed a burst of lightning, and that on a droid... would be fun. [member="Alcastor G1"] would have trouble if he wasn't careful. Her eyes swept past both Zabaraks, noting each quickly. They may not be that much trouble. She couldn't tell. But the other man... Rifle. Scattergun. Sword. Saberstaff. He was ready to win. With that much equipment, [member="Nickolas Imura"] would be a dangerous opponent. For now avoidance would be the best option. Pulling out her blaster and drawing the Zhaboka, she readied herself for the next move.
"KILL!"
The word shattered her thoughts as it rumbled through the area. Watching, she picked her target. [member="Alcastor G1"]. She fired the blaster to get his attention, but doubted that if it hit that it would do much. It wasn't made for that kind of range.

 

[Slot 19]

As she slayed the second Storm Beast, Luminara saw a droid charging towards her. She grinned devilishly, and ran for him as well. Right when they were five feet away from each other, she gracefully jumped over his head and landed behind him. She sent a powerful Force-push his way just as someone else shot at him. She then began to pummel him with balls of lighting.
[member="Alcastor G1"]
[member="Dalansa"]

 

[Maleus]

Maleus's nostrils flared as the smell of ozone permeated through the air thanks to the artificial lightning Luminara had produced.
He'd retract his gaze from her, and then back to the blonde man.
This man was armed to the teeth with a formidable arsenal. The others seemed to be sizing up their targets. It mattered little.

Some combatants knew of him personally. As such, it would be foolish to let an opportunity like this to go to waste. He'd motion over towards his brother with caution. "Let them fight as one, we will become many, and then we shall strike them down with the sword."
These people were ignorant of who stood before them, and rightfully so, he was just as ignorant as everyone else. But he would use this to his advantage, or so he hoped.
[member="Dovian"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Alcastor was pushed then barraged with balls of lightning, however all the lightning did was absorb into his energy core after dealing some damage... While this was futile, it had somewhat of an effect on him, almost a trigger for rage... but... that can't be... it's too early for this... then a blaster shot whizzed by his head and his eyes turned a neon red...
(Yeah... Overdrive Mode has been activated... it's 5 minutes of purely simulated rage for him, but it's brought on usually by severe damage, so the lightning DID do something.)

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian allowed a gently smirk to creep upwards onto his stoic face. His blood soaked skin allowed his entire body to hold an overpowering stance upon the battlefield. His eyes tuned in upon the scene that stood before his malicious tone. They were all charging into combat without a single thought. Had they actually devised a legitimate plan? It didn't matter to Dovian.

With that being said, the young male slowly crossed his arms as his dark, malevolent eyes glanced onwards. "Yes. . . Let them fight."

[member="Maleus"]

 

[Garza]

As much as others were fighting, I just sat back. Might as well let people wear themselves out so when I come in with my surplus of weapons, I would have this one in the bag.

Taking out a cigarette, I lit one and sat my ass down on a rock.

Only if I had some tea.

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh noticed a pair of figures that he recognized. "Maleus...Dovian....." He decided to avoid them and wait. He wouldn't attack the ones he had helped and had been helped by. He would try to not attack them, but if they did he would fight. They would feel his power, as all his enemies would, if they attacked.

As he continued looking around the area, still sitting, he noticed some people fighting and other who were not. They were being wise like him but they would still fall, he was sure. Rafeesh was certain of his power and his ability to defeat all his foes. He however did not have the strength to back his thoughts, though he avoided telling himself that.

 

[JadeShadow]

Malachor V was steeping in the dark-side. It permeated with intensity out of every last rock that covered the planet's barren surface. Revara soaked it all in as she traversed Malachor's rubble-filled wastelands. Ferus had gotten her into this tournament, so that meant there had to be some sort of catch. Some sort of terrible end most likely waited for her out in the vast expanses of Malachor's lacerated surface. On the flip side, it was always nice to get out.

All she had with her was her lightsaber. She didn't have any fancy sponsors that gave her all kinds of food and equipment. Normal beings could go weeks at a time without food. With the force, she was confident that she could last even longer if needed. It would be a discomfort, but it had always been her opinion that depriving yourself of something you wanted, made you appreciate it more when you had it. Who knew? Being able to survive off the force would probably come in handy again anyway.

Her lightsaber was her only weapon she carried on her belt. She required little else. It was the most efficient, and also her favorite, method of killing. Nothing could compare to the quick swipe of an energy blade that brought a foe to it's knees, eyes wide in realization as their last breath of life slipped from their pale lips in a gasp. She smiled. Revara had no pity for those that tasted her blade. A quick death was all she owed to her victims.

She did a quick scan of the area as passed into a low lying canyon. All her senses were at the ready, looking and listening for any disturbance in the air. This was a perfect spot for an ambush, but she refused to be made the target of some upstart with a laser sword with too much confidence. Confidence was nothing if you didn't also take into account the reality of a situation. At the moment, Revara's situation was looking bad if she couldn't find some high ground soon.

 

[Dalansa]

Smiling as she watched [member="Luminara Rikanati"] zap the droid, she noted [member="Nickolas Imura"]'s action. Sitting there, smoking. Wise. Not waste energy on attacking, letting others fight it out. But that would only work if no one else did the same. Unfortunately, the Zabarak pair was doing the same. And so was she. So this would be a waiting game. Never a good thing in the ring. But her senses told her something was coming. Her saberstaff now in her hand, she scanned the room. This was about to get hairy.
Aiming her blaster at [member="Revara Serebis"], who seemed to be just joining, she fired. Trying to get the girl to come for her.

 

[Garza]

"Fine, Fine, Fine."

people were just standing around waiting for people to do something. I shook my head. I was doing it as a Tactic, but it seemed that others did it, just to waste my time. I shook my head, Grabbed my reliable blaster rifle, aimed and pulled the trigger.

Sadly for the Zabrak ([member="Dovian"] ) He would be getting a very high powered blaster bolt headed his way. Simply adjusting my sights, I then fired at the Second Zabrak ([member="Maleus"] ) And then again, I switched my sights to what looked to be a cyborg. ([member="Rafeesh"] ) I was going to start a fight. should they like it or not.

​"Come on you bloody maggots! FIGHT SOMEONE!"

[member="Dalansa"], [member="Luminara Rikanati"], @R'Ikk Zikk

(OOC: Information for you guys, Alicastor or now known as R'Ikk Zikk will not be participating as far as the Staff is aware of. So find someone else to fight. Thank you.)

 

[Maleus]

The hum drum battle pulled on with a sort of trained ambiance. People were simply waiting to be attacked. If things like this were drawn out it would become a staring contest. Fortunately this was promptly remedied as a dense packet of energy traversed over towards Dovian.

Surely this was going to be a problem. Maleus turned on his heel to see the one man army known as Nick line his reticles on his person. He would respond in kind, with nimble grace he forced himself into a roll, whilst doing so a slab of Earth was conjured in his stead, via the force, with the make-shift barrier erected, it diffused the blast with ease.
"[member="Dovian"] , [member="Rafeesh"] . Let's take this kid down first."

Nickolas Imura

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh felt a blast strike him, it had hit his head straight on. Perfect accuracy, such amazing precision. However he had died in the attempt, already his failure was shown. Too early! Too early...

But that was just a premonition that took a single second to happen, it had come right as the shot was fired. Rafeesh fell to the ground just as the laser past over his head. He picked himself up from the dirt, hearing [member="Maleus"] calling him to help take down the man. Rafeesh thought, "Yes, help. But do not trust. Though that is what weakens the Sith, it is how it is right now." He ignited his lightsaber and ran quickly over to the two other Zabraks. He made sure to show the appearance of not wanting to attack, so that they would not mistake his motive for walking to them.

"A blaster! Heh, bring a blaster to a saber fight. Fool." Rafeesh exclaimed as he moved beside his fellows.

[member="Dovian"]
[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian allowed a malicious grin to overwhelm his face as his entire body dived towards the side. The blast whizzed past his illusive body as his cloak flailed in the air like a raging demonic spirit. The young Zabrak's right hand shot for his lightsaber, allowing the condensed weapon of pure, destructive evil to burst to life in a crimson, blood soaked red.

With that being said, Dovian's free hand. . . His left hand, shot forwards, a direct grip of the intangible energy known as the force was thrown towards Nick. It was simple, quick maneuver. The young male had simply harnessed his power to grab a hold of their opponent and pull him inwards, tossing him towards [member="Maleus"] with a quick flick of his wrist.

With his lightsaber at the ready, Dovian prepared for battle. Hopefully, Maleus would be able to handle the pass. Rafeesh on the other hand was instantly recognized as an ally.

[member="Rafeesh"]
[member="Nickolas Imura"]