Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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What is a good time like fighting for your life.

Clearly I was stupid. I had signed up for a bout in earning some credits and possibly a prize. Though I didn't think it was like this. I had taken my time thinking about participating in an arena because last time that it happened, I was only 20. Now that I'm double that age, I don't know if I can keep up with it all. Still I wrote my name down.

That was about a week ago. Taking inventory of what I was doing, I had to fight my way alone, to the very top where I could earn a prize. Still I had taken part in hand to hand combat, sword combat, saber combat, even blaster combat. here all you were allowed was simple clothes and one weapon given to you each round. It was apparent that I was nearing the top contenders, as they seemed to get closer and closer to ending my life for a chance at the prize. Today I was given a simple Vibrosword to fight against all of the other people there.

They took their time getting me to the box. The box was where all the people that would be taking part in the even would meet. Ether to check one another out, or to just make the tension rise even more. Still, I kept my Vibrosword in my hand ready for the others to be taken to the box.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] @Kiskla Greyson
 
So...what does a part time mercenary,part time bounty hunter, part time assassin, part time sith knight do to sate his more violent tendencies when off-duty? He participates in the arena of course! Standing in the middle of the room,Andreas killed time by counting the contestants within the box and assessing whether any of them could be a threat. So far none of them even remotely seemed to be a challenge except for one who had just come in. His vibroblade was not what caught his attention, pretty much everyone had one of those or a variation,;it was the massive amount of force power radiating from him. If he had to put it into a number,he'd estimate it to be a little over 9000. But Andreas really wasn't worried. He'd entered without a weapon upon request, as a master of matukai and teras kasi,he deemed his entire body as a weapon, and was rather confident in his skill. He was able to hold his own against a sith mistress while he was only an apprentice after all.
 
A gladiatorial arena only known by a select clientele who had little scruples about where their entertainment came from. She was only here because through her father's contacts she had access to that clientele, and the Jedi in her demanded that the ring become uncoiled. Apparently it was a mutual agreement between herself and Knight @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"].
The pair had coupled their prowess and honed it toward one thing; unraveling the ring and making it out alive to tell the tale. Something like another Jedi she had run into a while back, or rather, had run into her by crashing onto her planet. They had also come without their weapons, as was customary for all contestants. That much had been revealed through research before touching down. As such, all entrants were allowed to take their pick from a selection of melee weapons. Kiskla knew this, because she had entered the contest; what better way to bring a crowd to their knees than from the inside?

All of the weapons were equally uncivilized and unappealing. Nothing as sculpted as a Jedi's weapon of choice. So, after a few moments of indecision, she finally settled on a simple-looking vibrorapier. Before making her decision final, she tested the balance and speed and gave a brief nod of confirmation, one that was picked up from one of the ushers who immediately escorted the blonde Master to a box. This was a confined area with many other muscular contestants. Despite the demand for melee combat, Kiskla had not confined her Jedi abilities completely, her empathetic training was peaked and there was a twisted sense of dismal desire and anxiety in the air. It was not only in their thoughts, but scrawled all over the contestant's faces. Something she observed while her sword hung at her hips and she adjusted a tie that wound around her damning cuff on her left wrist.

"You seem a little too pritty to be playing with the big boys." A voice caught her attention and before turning around, she let her eyes roll exaggeratedly. The speaker was an overconfident, four-armed Thisspiasian that was coiled loosely behind her.

"Trust me," the blonde replied through grit teeth, "You'll be the first to see what happens to big boys when they think something's too pretty." A smirk crossed her pouted lips. She knew it was true, she was a lithe warrior and didn't look like the type that could kick some serious butt, but looks were deceiving and she often had that in her favour. "But you'll have to be patient. They need to let us out first." That was the end of that conversation, and she made sure the snake-creature knew that by turning her back on him and continuing to scope out the competition. There was a heavy feeling of Force users present, and she frowned deeply. That could certainly complicate things.

@[member="Darren Shaw"] @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]
 

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