Private The Strange Idea of a Fun Time (Ask to watch/join)

[Christina Locke]

Tag: Kyyrk
Location: Milagro
Local Time: 20:32 - Dusk
Equipment: Spacers Leather Jacket, LabRec Harness, Ruby Rumbler, Utility Belt, Necklace

The meeting point between two trade runs made for a spectacular sight of mix matched merchants coming and going. A variety of goods, services, and tourists passing through the noble ruled planet. While the wealthy and higher socialites delighted in the myriad of expensive and gaudy things available to them, the common worker found most times the greatest fun to be had was in the simpler things.

Or sometimes in the most ridiculous of things.

A quiet call to those interested in such a spectacle was sent across the holonet and whispered along the docks. Excited mumblings for the show that was to be held later in the evening in a privately owned warehouse along the waterfront. After official closing times, the slow gathering of a crowd was all the more of a lure that people needed to find their way.

Credits had been passed off, local authorities informed and politely turning a blind eye to the whole scene as dockhands and other workers assembled the makeshift arena to hold their somewhat secretive pastime.

Modified P-GLE rigs were brought in. Some missing their lower half, some with added plating or even sporting customized paint jobs lined the ring.

Stadium seating was erected in quick succession before the doors opened for those looking to wager, to watch, and others for a strange sight were allowed to enter. A podium with a holo-projected board displayed titles and match ups as people entered before what looked to be a pop up booth greeted them.

The body behind the counter offering bets on who would win or lose depending on your take. A vendor had arrived with a healthy stock of drinks and another had even erected a makeshift cooking station and was preparing to take orders as people filed in.

Ruby sat beside the ring, her harness on and the exoskeleton mag locked to her rig. The helmet sat between her feet as she waited and fussed with her jacket beside her. She was known in the circuit on Stewjon but seldom elsewhere. Second in the line up and waiting as she pulled her hair back into a bun and watched the announcer take the ring to give his opening speech.

All the while inertial dampers were humming in the posts that dominated the octagonal shape in the center of the large building as what appeared to be medical personnel stood at the backdoor quietly talking with what most likely the quickly found temporary staff for the event.

 

[Kyyrk]

S E A R C H I N G
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It had been quite some time since Kyyrk last visited Darkwire space. Not that the space had necessarily belonged to them. But they had made quite a name for themselves in the brief stint the group was together. Last Kyyrk had heard, the group had fractured, and the former members all worked solo contracts. Didn't matter much to him. The man he was here to see worked with anyone that had the coin. Kyyrk was tracking something...someone down.

He walked into the warehouse looking this way and that. You could never be too careful in illegal operations like this. Law Enforcement was paid to look the other way. The only law here was strength. That, or abide by whatever rules the host instilled. Kyyrk's coat concealed him and a considerable portion of his figure from view, giving him the appearance of a down on his luck spacer. The coat was ragged and worn, yet patched of all holes. What armor Kyyrk did wear was not obvious beyond his immediate appearance. But he did not venture forth entirely unarmed.

He knew his mark would not be in the mood to speak of business before the festivities. So Kyyrk's goal was to find a quiet corner and wait. He'd tracked her this long, he could stand to track her a little longer. He found a balcony overlooking the ring, and he settled in to watch the fights. His brow furrowed however when he saw who was preparing to enter the ring. Far be it from him to dictate what one does with their personal life, but what was Allyson Locke doing here? The violet glow of his eyes scanned the crowds below. There must be a reason the spy was here. Kyyrk would have to make a point of talking to her before all was said and done. There was a chance she may be useful to him...

Christina Locke

 

[Christina Locke]

Tag: Kyyrk
Location: Milagro
Local Time: 20:32 - Dusk
Equipment: Spacers Leather Jacket, LabRec Harness, Ruby Rumbler, Utility Belt, Necklace

The announcer was patient at first as people grabbed the pop up cards on the large display over the ring. Two beings, a rodian and a trandoshan, came into the ring first as the parts of the crowd whooped and hollered for either side in encouragement. Ruby watched with bland interest as the pair warmed up in their respective corners before the announcer delivered their spiel about rules and betting being cut off.

The crowd was mostly silent as makeshift face guards were clamped to the front of each exoskeleton, the pair of fighters nodding and approaching to dust knuckles before the bell sounded. The trandoshan seemed the obvious winner of the two, but the rodian apparently was a quick little thing. The bell dinged and the pair ambled about the ring briefly, sizing each other up as the differences became readily apparent with testing jabs and minute calibrations to the systems they wore.

The trandoshan had reach, but was clearly outmatched in speed. The rodian feinted left, the trandoshan angled right before checking the attempted bolo punch from the rodian with a vicious cross that pushed the smaller being back.

The grind of metal on metal was harsh at first. The face cage threw a flicker of sparks as the large black eyes of the rodian shone against the glimmer.

The next swing from the trandoshan came when the rodian entered his range once more, attempting a check hook before receiving a pair of short jabs from the rodian that had dropped lower than the swing. It seemed to bounce off the chest as he backed off to find the trandoshan chasing him.

A surprise assault of punches that had the rodian backed into the side. Attempting to clinch for safety as the trandoshan threw off the grapple in between jabs. A final punch knocked the face cage loose and the bell dinged as the two separated. The match ended, earnings being doled out as the next round of betting began.

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The next contenders were pinged with limited range comms. Ruby grabbed her helmet before standing, gingerly donning it and allowing the circuitry to connect as her thoughts circled to the exoskeleton. Metal fingers opened and closed, the mechanical shoulders rolling with the hiss of hydraulics as she rounded to the entry gate.

"Now for our next match, Ruby Rumbler from Stewjon! And the Hydraulic Hapan from you guessed it, Hapes!”

Ruby entered the ring with a waving hand before the pair came close to the center as they brushed knuckles before heading to their corners. The face cage was donned as the bell rang and the pair rushed forward. The Hapan warrior came in fast and hard as they swung with a series of jabs. Ruby let the arm plates flare, slipping into a cover-up stance while slipping sideways.

The Hapan did not relent. Switching to body shots as Ruby switched between ducking and leaning before the hapan made their strategy known. The sideways steps cut off as the taller being cut off the ring by quickly sidestepping. Their longer legs made easy work of the distance as Ruby struggled with more steps at the same distance. The brunette was becoming aggravated, the usual smile slowly switching into a frustrated gritting of her teeth before the onslaught of body-shots paused as Ruby feinted left and stepped right. Creating a wide swing from the Hapan as she counter-punched to the side.

They gave a cry of surprise, attempting a right cross before Ruby ducked and kept close.

The arms moved faster than even the Neural Interface should have allowed, the shorter fighter taking an unwitting step into the force as her conscious mind melded with the machinery on her shoulders. The mechanical extensions moved as swiftly as her real arms, the speed alarming as metal ground against metal and sparks flew at the contact.

The face cage rattled on the Hapan, attempting to pull back and get distance as Ruby snarled and trailed after them like a scented hound.

A sharp jab from the Hapan was dodged, a quick sidestep bringing her back to the Hapan’s inside as she threw a hook into the harness that nearly crumpled the being. The hydraulic control unit was hissing in mad lock-step with her movements. The antiquated systems barely kept pace with the attack as she pulled her arm back and crossed her back hand. The face guard made a shrill ringing as it broke free of the Hapan’s rig, the being falling backwards as she stood over the fallen warrior and rasped her breathing. Her eyes were distant as she took the mental step back without realizing it.

The force whirled around her, the use of Mechu-deru likely unnoticed by anyone not paying explicit attention. The announcer was stunned, the crowd roaring their approval as her arm went up with realization that she had won this round.

The process began again as Ruby left the ring, rolling her shoulders at the sudden stiffness she felt.

Stepping out of the ring, she went to the medical teams to let them know how she felt before they sent her off with an electrolyte drink. The quick use of a scanner had revealed nothing more than exhaustion, and her slightly defeated saunter back to her spot was quiet. She’d done it again, but in a fight this time. Was that enough to be disqualified? All thoughts she let herself mull on as the matches continued for the time being.