Public The Pits of Nar Shaddaa

[Spek Zhio]

Welcome to Tonight's Main Event...
-- Theme --​

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source: ArtStation - Jamie Warner​

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-- Nar Shaddaa, Moon of Nal Hutta
-- Y'Toub System, Hutt Space

On the underbelly of the Smuggler's Moon, the continuous discharge from the power plants and mining operations, shape the caustic and rancid gases that billow above. The further you find yourself, down the heights of the Vertical City, the denser is the miasma that broods corruption and treasonous bargains. And, if you find yourself at those levels, then you have reached the dwelling of rogues and thieves. Where only those unable to leave, reside. And, only those with a very good reason to be there, choose to come down.

One of many such reasons, are The Pits. An aptly named fight club, comprised of wide circular arenas surrounded by bleachers, whose sandy floors are caked with dirt and blood, and where sentient beings and beasts are pitted against each other.

Closed are the four hefty gates that surround the largest of those steel arenas, which is about to host the night's main event. The contenders are already inside but, from behind the quadanium steel bars, comes the chilling growls and screeches of nightmares.

The rules are simple. Last person - or monster - standing, takes the pot. It does not have to be a fight to the death, with many forfeiting or simply being knocked out for the meddroids to pick up. Nevertheless, deaths are common, and the gallery would make bets on it every night.

Some, willingly come to The Pits looking for fame, others fortune. The majority, however, are just looking for a way out of indentured servitude. Most, if lucky to still be breathing, end up back in The Pits, the following night.

A voice was about to announce, in Huttese, the roster for tonight's main event...

Sylas Taff Zinayn Draythos Die Shize

OOC/ Rules:

Okay, mates. Make your individual introductions, and then we can begin - I'll start by posting last.
Anyone else, not tagged by me, is free to join now, or at a later time with a good excuse for jumping the fray - maybe they fell down into the pit.


I know you all know this but, just to err on the side of caution, here's some rules:

• No winners, only losers.

Remember, we're just here for some mindless fun, not to prove anything. There's no judge, so you can't win, but writers are free to have their character back (or be knocked) down at any time they feel they're done with the thread. With that in mind, I've decided that no one will win in the end, unless everyone else voluntarily backs down. I'm thinking this might reach a natural conclusion well before there is just one character standing.

• No godmoding

Don't write 'I hit them in the leg', write 'I aim at their leg', instead. Don't take control of another character in your post and don't act as if you know something you're not supposed to. Above all, get a few hits yourself if they're reasonable. Yours is not the main character and the rest aren't storm troopers. Otherwise, it's not fun.

• Post order

Use your best judgement in terms of jumping the queue. At first it should be one post per character and waiting until everyone else has posted before posting again. But if people team up, either against another character or to create a separate 1v1 group, then tag your opponent/partner and they shouldn't have to wait for the others to post. Some fights can have more posts than others, just try not to abuse this in order to gain an advantage on another group.


And remember, these are The Pits, where (IC) anything goes!

 

[Zinayn]

In...out. But he couldn't manage to keep his breath steady. His heart was pounding out of his chest, and Zinayn was already panting. Calm yourself...

And then, the intercom played a tune. Gamorrean Girls? Eh, no matter. The Chiss was focused on what the speaker was saying. "Weeeeelllcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...well, actually children aren't allowed here, but welcome nonetheless, to the Pits!"

The crowd roared and whistled.

"Now, may I present our first contestant! He comes from the far reaches of the Galaxy, the Unknown Regions! He is...w-wow his name is hard to say. But we can call him...ZINAYN!"

It seemed like the crowds cheers faded into the background; there, but not present in Zinayn's mind. The quadranium gate in front of him slowly raised, clearing his view of the bloody, sand-filled arena. He took another deep breath, then the cheering (and jeering) resumed at full volume. Zinayn strode as confidently as he could manage halfway towards the center of the massive arena. After pausing for a second to build suspense, he grabbed his cloak and threw it aside to reveal his pale blue skin and a rather athletic build. And his lightsaber.

Ah, he almost forgot. Zinayn unclipped his weapon and began to turn a small dial from ten to five. Now, instead of severing an arm or leg, the saber would only inflict third degree burns. Still painful, but not enough to kill.

Now, he was ready.

Spek Zhio Sylas Taff Draythos Die Shize

 

[Sylas Taff]

Location: Nar Shaddaa Fighting Pit

Sylas stood quietly focusing on his two blades, blunting them gently in the force, slightly altering the alchemy that he had helped imbue into them. He was here for a fun time, not to kill anyone. It had been too long since he had been in a fight just because he wanted to be, plus he was very rusty thus he wasn't here to win. He was here to build up his skills a little bit more again.

The first opponent was announced a chiss man, with the name of Zinayn who was wielding a lightsabre. Well he hadn't fully supposed that force using opponents would be in this battle, but he would try his best to keep his own promise, that he wanted to do this without the force. But should his opponents force him, then he would respond in kind. Then the announcer came back on.

"Boys and girls, ladies and gentleman our second contender, a Kiffar from somewhere in the mid rim, he calls himself the Noverskaan Stranger, really folks that's the name he decided to go by." The gate Infront of Sylas dropped. He step out into the ring pulling both blades off his belt and stood waiting to see who was to come next.

Tags: Zinayn I Draythos I Spek Zhio I Die Shize

 

[Tameon Sylverian]

The announcer’s voice came over the combatants and the audience once again.

“Our next contestant comes from…wait a minute…”

A lone figure in one of the corners sported no armor over his black and red clothes.

“You’re no Trandoshan.” The speaker was more humored than alarmed.

“Thank the stars.” Tameon raised his voice. The audience lowered their noise for the moment.

“What happened to the Breaker of Bones?”

“I’m taking his place while he recovers from a broken bone.”

“What’s your name?”

“Who gives a shit? You pick and let’s get on with it.”

“BREAKER OF BONES!!”

“...”

Should have just given him my name for kriffsake. It wasn’t imaginative but it was sufficient. That said, Tameon filled his right hand with a black hilt and ignited the lightsaber’s red blade—dialed down for now. He’d happily maim and murder the others but there was a reason for his spontaneous entrance as it happened.

He did have something to prove, a little wager with his little sister sitting somewhere in the audience, so third degree burns would work. If his opponent wanted to get serious? He’d be certain to up the stakes, but till then he had no intention to slay.

Spek Zhio Zinayn Draythos Sylas Taff

 

[Nrarsk Tradrorn]

The arena was filling up with combatants as the announcer gave the fighter’s introductions one by one, and finally it came for Nrarsk’s turn to be introduced to the crowd.
The announcer came over the intercom and in Huttese and spoke. “Alright our next contestant is a Trandoshan hunter from the dark reaches of the galaxy, I present to you… Nrarsk!”

The black clad Trandoshan walked calmly into the sandy pit of the arena, he would acknowledge each contestant with but a stare from behind his black visor. It seemed that maybe he would be able to honour the Scorekeeper this day by sending some worthy opponents to the void even though the objective today was not to kill but to just… entertain. Still it would be an interesting match as he could see two thus far are wielding lightsabers and one a pair of blades, meaning they were some kind of force user and talented with the blade.

Raising his right arm up, Nrarsk flexed his hand as he gave each contestant a look over again before letting his wrist blade spring forth from the gauntlet. He slowly got into a low ready stance as he looked between each one of the contestants, ready to see which way this duel went first. As he held the already extended wrist blade to the side, he would activate the one in his left gauntlet and hold it forward facing as he was ready for this brawl to begin.

 

[Eden Io]

Location: The Pits - Nar Shaddaa
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Tags: Nrarsk Tradrorn Tameon Sylverian Sylas Taff Zinayn Spek Zhio
Direct Engagement: Tameon Sylverian

Eden Io drank it all in—the roar of the crowd, the flashing of the lights, the shouts of the announcers, and the low, predatory growls of the beasts held within quadanium steel cages. In spite of the fact combat had yet to begin, the sensation was electrifying, setting the gynoid’s digital-biological systems alight with synthetic adrenaline as the platform lowered her into the pit.

“And folks, our fifth contestant for the night is…” There was a brief pause as the announcer raised a curious eyebrow. “Eden Io, representing House Io! A childcare worker and cosmetologist by day! Well, I guess we know what she does at night, then.” The announcer continued with a low chuckle.

All the while, Eden offered the crowd a wide, girlish smile as she waved up towards the stands. She jumped off the platform before it had even finished lowering into the pits, before landing gracefully on her feet as her photoreceptors swiftly took in the competition. First, her gaze found a hulking Trandoshan clad in black ( Nrarsk Tradrorn ), who wielded two wrist blades. Next, she honed in on white-haired warrior ( Tameon Sylverian ) with an unreadable expression borne across his handsome features and a crimson-bladed lightsaber in his right hand. That most certainly raised an eyebrow. Eden had not expected to find Force-sensitives or Dark Jedi here. And yet, he did not seem to be the only one. From there, her gaze shifted to the Chiss ( Zinayn ) clad in a white jumpsuit, a lightsaber in hand. His build was capable, athletic, lean, and predatory, hinting at a warrior’s fitness. Finally, she looked to the Noverskaan Stranger ( Sylas Taff )—a young man with an icy blue gaze and a pair of elegantly-crafted blades in his hands.

The competition was doubtlessly steep and yet, Eden felt only excitement at what was to come. She immediately shifted her gaze to the white-haired warrior and brought her vibroblade up in salute towards him.

“Shall we, Breaker of Bones?”

Eden cracked a playful smile. In her opinion, it was a lovely nickname!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pink Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
• Echani Vibroblade
• DC-15s Side Arm Blaster
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Energy Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

Spoiler: OOC

Splitting off into duel with Tameon Sylverian!

 

[Spek Zhio]

With Alcyone impounded, this was the only way out of this rock.

At least, and oddly enough, the less violent one.

Some power play by a rival Hutt, of the one for which Zhio was unknowingly doing a delivery for - through a proxy - and he was stuck on this fetid moon. The other Hutt controlled the docks, and seized his ship alongside her cargo of spice. A Hutt seizing illegal contraband on Nar Shaddaa... It would have been truly hilarious, if not for being such a sanctimonious pretext. So, now Spek had to pay the fine in order to repossess his ship and he had no money to do so, since he had never received payment for the delivery in the first place.

But the Hutts, in their endless benevolence, had given him a chance. Put up a good show, take a few beatings, last long enough for them to make a small fortune on their wagers, and then hit the ground at the appointed time. Do all that, and they would return the ship to him.

What those sleemos did not know, was that Spek had secretly bet on himself. The bookies were instructed not to accept any action from him - and the Hutts were smart enough to employ Toydarians as a mind trick deterrent. But, the Zeltron had his pheromones to help grease the wheels, anyway.

If he was going to dust off the old lightsabers, then he was going to make some credits and have some fun at the expense of those vermin that tried to corner him.

"Our last contestant for the night and a late addition to the roster, Spek Zio, a bantha poodoo of a smuggler, dumb enough to be indebted to the Hutts!

"Will the scoundrel surprise us with some tricks up his sleeve? Say, like those lightsabers that he's hiding on his utility belt? Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that! Apologies, Zio..." The voice in the speaker cackled.

Zhio yelled back, "You don't say smuggler! Only we can say smuggler! And it's Spek Zhio, with a 'zh', like in collusion or diversion!"

He studied his opposition, who would come at him first? Zhio decided to wait and see. After all, they could not all go down in a flash. He had wagered that the fight would last a bit longer.

His blaster was still holstered, seeing as no one else went for theirs yet. The Zeltron kept the lightsabers still on his utility belt, and drew The Kingfisher instead. A mostly ornamental Echani vibrosword, that nevertheless was forged with cortosis-weave.

"FIGHT!!!"

The speakers announced.

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Primary : Zinayn Sylas Taff Nrarsk Tradrorn
Secondary : Tameon Sylverian Eden Io

 

[Tameon Sylverian]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Force-sensitives. Trandoshans. Men. Women. Weapons. Opponents. Words were wind. Tameon took in the images of his opponents as one takes in wine to in turn piss it into the night. They were sturdy, sure, but so was that other Trandoshan with more than one broken bone, on that note.

Amid them all, the Sylverian stood tall, about a foot and all in comparison to that one woman who had come in on a platform that had lowered her hourglass form into the pit. Her outfit? Pink catsuit. Tameon licked his lips. Will need to visit that brothel after this. His bloodlust was already up as it was.

No. He looked up, remembered his sister, sitting in the audience. He spotted her. Hello. Thought of their wager. Fair enough. Even if no one would be slain by his blade, he could finish this shit and go get drunk in a cantina.

The man looked from the crowd back down to the arena, his grey eyes gazing into blue. His hair was silver. Hers was blonde, and longer, with plush lips he might have been tempted to kiss if not for the occasion. Or maybe because of it?

Her sword came up in a salute. The man did not return the favor. Salutes were always a bit too tacky for his taste. She held her blade, he held his. That was enough. She addressed him, though the man would forgive her for not knowing she was addressing a dragon.

"Shall we, Breaker of Bones?"

“It was either that or 'Bonebreaker'.” Tameon twisted his lips. “Just doesn’t have the same ring to it.” Had he planned for this tidbit of a tournament, he might have shown up in his proper armor, signing on as ‘The Black Knight’, but this occasion was a bit different.

“Don’t worry,” he offered sincerely. “I won’t aim to break a cosmetologist’s body.” He walked forward, calmly. “But if it happens as an accident, well, fuck.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry.” With that, he attacked.

It was a simple strike, nothing fancy. Both hands on his hilt, Tameon swung as if to kill, but not quite. Keeping his distance, the tip of his blade would penetrate Eden’s left shoulder to her right hip.

Spoiler: Combat

Opponent
Eden Io

Loadout
Lightsaber
Armorweave

Eden Io

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn looked around the arena as the match started. All of them pitted together in one grand chamber, being watched by hundreds for entertainment. The crowd wanted to see pain...the man had never understood that. But it was the truth. And in this moment, he would allow the onlookers to enjoy themselves.

He faced a being wearing black armor, covering him from head to toe. The Trandoshan. Very well. Zinayn would fight him.

The Chiss raced across the arena, and, when he was a dozen meters away from his opponent (who was ahead and slightly to the right), he leapt forward, lightsaber extended to his right side. This attack would bring the lightsaber slicing through the man's jaw if he didn't make an attempt to stop the attack. But Zinayn felt that this opponent, like the others in this arena, was deadly. Just as deadly as the Chiss himself. This would be an interesting fight.

Nrarsk Tradrorn

 

[Eden Io]

Location: The Pits - Nar Shaddaa
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Tags: Nrarsk Tradrorn Sylas Taff Zinayn Spek Zhio
Direct Engagement: Tameon Sylverian

The licking of lips. A deep, grey-eyed gaze. An easy, yet focused confidence. Eden’s keen synthetic senses swiftly registered the microexpressions that briefly flickered across her opponent’s features. He was confident, but not to the point of arrogance. By that, the gynoid deduced that she had picked a dangerous, skilled, and experienced warrior out of the group. This would be a dangerous test of her skills and programming.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Don’t worry,” he offered sincerely. “I won’t aim to break a cosmetologist’s body.” He walked forward, calmly. “But if it happens as an accident, well, fuck.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about breaking me. I’ll stitch myself back together.” Eden answered with a playful glint in her photoreceptors. Indeed, it wasn’t a question of whether she would get hurt, injured, or even maimed during the fight, but when.

A moment later, the Breaker of Bones struck out with his crimson-bladed lightsaber in an aggressive slash. In turn, Eden leveled her vibroblade to her left side in order to intercept the incoming strike, while keeping her weapon low and close to her body in a relatively defensive stance. While the gynoid hoped that the vibroblade’s cortosis weave construction might work to short out her opponent’s lightsaber, she didn’t intend to hinge her entire strategy on it. Instead, Eden swiftly sidestepped to her own right side—thereby moving away from the lightsaber while maintaining the same distance to her opponent. Then, with a blisteringly fast, unerringly inhuman motion, she leveled the point of her vibroblade in a surgical thrust aimed for the center of her opponent’s lower torso, delivered from the right side of her body, while the attacking weapon was in her right hand.

All the while, Eden’s left hand moved closer to the side arm on her hip.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pink Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
• Echani Vibroblade
• DC-15s Side Arm Blaster
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Energy Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

 

[Tameon Sylverian]

Opponent: Eden Io

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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She was fast, yet so was he, for he had the Force for one thing, and perhaps that meant their speed was evenly matched. Whatever the case, Tameon’s blade had clashed with Eden’s, deflecting his away.

The lightsaber sputtered, as if enraged, indicating the cortosis weave on his opponent’s blade. More of a spasm, it didn’t short out, but if it did then Tameon may need to request a different weapon from the audience or this would perhaps be one short match. Then again, trakata would definitely be an interesting experiment in this arena.

As soon as both blades met, Tameon sidestepped to his left, keeping both opponents' fronts aligned. This meant he had also stepped away from the thrust to his stomach while twisting away from the blade''s tip, bringing his right foot behind his left.

At the same time, hilt gripped in just his left hand, Tameon swung his blade downward toward Eden's right arm while extended in her stab. His blade would come crashing down around her forearm. Eden could retract her arm from the thrust but, if she did, his blade may instead connect with her wrist.

Eden Io

 

[Eden Io]

Location: The Pits - Nar Shaddaa
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Tags: Nrarsk Tradrorn Sylas Taff Zinayn Spek Zhio
Direct Engagement: Tameon Sylverian

He was fast.

While Eden was not lacking in speed, her dovin basal heart nearly skipped a beat when the white-haired warrior sidestepped and struck out towards her arm with a single, lethal motion. Planting her right foot, Eden sank low to the ground and leveraged her speed to throw her body a couple meters backward, while shifting laterally to her own left side in an attempt to move clear of her opponent’s attack. The movement saw the warrior’s plasma blade graze across the lateral side of her right forearm, which was spared from outright amputation by the armorweave protecting the limb, the dialed down power setting of blade, and Eden’s swift defensive maneuver. Nevertheless, the Nuetralizer still registered the searing heat of the lightsaber as it made contact with her arm, inflicting a very minor burn in the process.

Ouch.

And yet, Eden was inhumanly quick to recover. For a synthetic being of her nature, pain was less a persistent, debilitating distraction and more a warning. Her arm still retained full functionality, but had sustained superficial damage.

That was all she needed to know.

Eden immediately leveled her vibroblade back up so that the tip pointed towards her opponent. As she did, she darted forward, her vibroblade raised as if she were priming an attack. Then, just as she came within striking distance of her opponent, the gynoid suddenly cut to her left, thereby breaking off the attack. Just as quickly, she threw the real attack a split-second immediately after the feint—a quick thrust intended to pierce the white-haired warrior through his abdomen!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pink Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
• Echani Vibroblade
• DC-15s Side Arm Blaster
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Energy Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

 

[Tameon Sylverian]

Opponent: Eden Io

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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He was fast, but only as fast as he needed to be to match his opponent’s own speed. However, as the two duelists squared off and fought, that right there had cost him. Starting off, Tameon had not properly perceived his opponent’s speed until she dodged his own attack, intercepting his blade then sidestepping to her right. Next, her own blade came for his lower torso. Tameon in turn dodged the blow, though not entirely.

Perhaps too busy dealing with her own damage, superficial at that, Eden either missed or witnessed the gash across Tameon’s stomach. Like her own, he would easily cope, her blade having scraped against his clothes, the armorweave protecting from an outright slice across his skin and flesh.

Nevertheless, she had struck him in turn, then she moved forward. Eden raised her blade for a high blow. Tameon kept his low, hilt held two-handed by hips, blade pointing upward.

The noise of the audience surrounded these two fighters and others, spectators roaring, clapping, cheering, yet the dragon heard only her breath.

A feint was a good way to distract your opponent. However, with her blade only raised and no attack coming his way, Tameon had no need to react to that feint. When the real attack came, then he swung his blade.

She had cut to her left and had stabbed at his abdomen.
He stepped to his left while swinging his sword for hers.
Parrying her blade to his right, negating the stab at him.
He had stepped away then he slashed his blade upward.

Tameon’s sword would connect with her arms yet again.
Hitting wrists, forearms or elbows, depending on position.
At this point, Eden might still be recovering from his parry.
Two-handed at that, driving her blade away, abdomen free.

Eden Io

 

[Nrarsk Tradrorn]

The chaos had begun as the combatants started selecting out their adversaries within the arena. Nrarsk stared at it all from behind his helmet, watching as blades began to clash. It was not long after that he saw the man in a jumpsuit come charging his way, leaping out to attack with his saber.

The Trandoshan Hunter moved to his left, out of the way of the strike that would have surely hit him where his jaw was within his helmet. As he dodged, he moved with purpose, holding his right wrist blade in position to block a possible counter strike from the saber, then coming around he would bring his left wristblade diagonally down on Zinayn in an attempt to claw into the Chiss's right side just below the ribcage.

Should the twin blades connect as planned, they would probably leave painful cuts upon the Chiss's right side, though not meant to kill, they would be just deep enough to cause bleeding and hopefully impair his fighting ability. Unless Zinayn was wearing a jumpsuit made of armor which could potentially prevent his claws from scratching him or even lessen the wound. In which case things would have just gotten interesting.

Zinayn

 

[Zinayn]

The Trandoshan dodged, and performed a counterattack, wrist blades slicing towards the Chiss's lower ribcage. Zinayn scowled as he landed on his left foot a millisecond later than he would have liked to, but he could manage. He fell to the ground, quite purposefully as his opponent would find out soon, and twisted, kicking at the Trandoshan's midsection. A dodge and attack at the same time. It should feel very familiar to Nrarsk.

Of course, the kick to the stomach wasn't really for the sake of damage. Zinayn wanted to see how this Trandoshan dodged and attacked, to accumulate as much information as possible to defeat him. Knowledge was indeed power. Especially in this arena, where every enemy was different than the other. Zinayn would have to adapt quickly, as well as gain information as fast as possible. Otherwise, he would fall.

Nrarsk Tradrorn