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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 1:10:32 GMT -8
Light armor, no ranged weapons, GBA standard rules, top 10 force.
16- Taris: Dueling Ring
Located in the cantina of the Tarisian Upper City, the dueling ring was a battle arena where inhabitants of the ecumenopolis of Taris could duel to earn credits. The dueling ring was owned and fully-operated by the Hutt crime lord Ajuur, who had ties with Davik Kang, a prominent member of the Exchange. Ajuur personally arranged the fights and often sought match-ups that would be of highest interest to potential spectators. Even though it was sustained through its entertainment value, dueling was considered a viable sport by duelists. The ring is large and round, the floor is made of metal. A large Hutt sits high above the spectators gazing through the windows, as there are no seats, his booming laughter will rain down upon the fighters after every injury that takes place.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jul 23, 2013 11:59:05 GMT -8
Ok... so, he'd ended up on Taris, in one of the damnable city planet's underground fighting rings. Fun! Relatively speaking. He needed the side coin from the bets, or else he'd probably not have bothered coming this far out from Carida. Now, what the hell would Adi think if he was to hear about this? That could be potentially damning, or, a very funny conversation.
He never knew with the... what was it again... scrawny Arkanian fuck? Yep! That was it. Still, the likelihood that Adi would ever find out was slim. So what would this hurt, right?
Cracking his fingers before stepping into the light, under the scrutiny of the crowd, high above, all around... he clsed his eyes and craned his head back, flooding himself with awareness beyond his own. The feeling of the minute happenings around him, pushing out the roar to center himself on the opponent- oh, the things experience had taught him, the grand arena on Togoria, the streets of Coronet City on Corellia, and the spire of Mariunhus on Muunilnst... he was so accustomed to crowded places that it seldom occurred to him, anymore, that those noices were really related to other people at all.
To him, it was all part of the stage. The dancers, the dance itself, the ambiance... this had become almost droll, but for his love of the art. He wore his robes as normal, a single saber visible at his hip- though, Alkor had always been known to pack more than meets the eye, hadn't he? His hair was messy about his ears, and his eyes now flickered open, focused on the floor.
Now, to meet the opponent...
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Post by Adi on Jul 23, 2013 13:44:09 GMT -8
Well, bloody hell...damn tragedy how events had unfolded in Adi's trip to Taris.
He had tried to get some information on the old Iron Fists base on the Moon base in the asteroid field. How was -he- to know that the Tarisian authorities had moved in, and it was now a top-secret facility for them to train their special forces? How could he explain to them that it wasn't -them- he was getting information on, it was the former occupants of the moon.
Well, needless to say, they hadn't believed him. Instead, they had put him in jail, then shuttled him over to the dueling ring. While it wasn't his first trip here, it -was- the first time here under protest...like now. The Hutts running the place had needed a last second replacement for a fighter that had come down with a severe case of the space flu, and thereby was unable to compete.
Adi was put into the fight in his stead.
Given only his lightsaber, and his gauntlet/bracer combination, they intended to see him killed, not be victorious. The other fighter would bring far more in the way of profits gained in the betting circles, and that was motivation enough. Apparently, the other guy was really strong, and pretty good from what little Adieumus had overheard, but he hadn't caught a name...only that he was a 'dirty kriffin' lightsider'.
At least Adi had that going for him. Perhaps they could band together and blow this Popsicle stand. But the surprise at who it was when the Arkanian was ushered into the ring, well, it was too much to convey through words. Suffice to say, Matango was pretty much stunned to see one of his own, a Watchman, standing on the other side.
"The hell you doin' here, Centaris? Aren't you supposed to be on Carida right now?"
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jul 23, 2013 14:13:36 GMT -8
Oh, what the hell.
Alkor felt Adieumus' familiar presence just before he heard the voice, and he flinched a little. Well, there goes the neighborhood. "You know, at this point, neither one of us really has room to talk." Notably, Alkor had yet to look up, his thoughts focused rather completely, beyond the reflexive speech that he had offered Adi. His mind wrapped completely around himself, expanding his awareness, filling in the holes that a normal man left by lacking the force. More importantly, his mental presence writhed about his torso, and wrapped around his core.
Not just yet... he slowly established his connections with the world around him, partitioning himself off from the rest of reality to create a heightened state of being. This 'trance,' one might mistakingly call it, was just the ritual of preparation performed by a seasoned warrior, deeply entrenched in the force. He had never seeped himself in anything but darkness, and so, this feeling of clarity was new to him. New, and rejuvenating.
He saw- or perhaps, he felt- everything around him on an intimate level. His breathing, the smallest tremors that emanated out from the inanity of the crowd, and his consideration of this situation had been acutely changed. He had expected a much more simplistic enemy- but now, it might even be that the entire world was his enemy. How was he to react to this particular opponent?
He gauged the distance between them in the span of a heartbeat, and his eyes snapped up to meet Adi finally, a smile stretching across his features for the first time. Well, only Adi's reaction now could dictate the course of their actions. Alkor couldn't just back out. Not now. Not after the trouble he'd gone to in order to put this fight together.
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Post by Adi on Jul 23, 2013 14:26:46 GMT -8
If there was one person he didn't want to see here on Taris, it was Alkor Centaris. He was supposed to be protecting the quiet little enclave that they had set up on Carida, not -here-.
But, of course, nothing ever goes as planned.
The crowd was in an uproar. It had just been revealed to them that there were two members of the Jedi Order here to fight for their viewing pleasure, and betting profits. The odds had changed...while they were originally 10-1, now, they were 2-1 in favor of Alkor, and Adi wasn't used to being the underdog....he would just have to change their opinion.
"Don't worry, I won't report this to the Council. I'll just take it out of your pay."
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jul 23, 2013 15:56:24 GMT -8
With a curt snort, Alkor let out a half snarl, half laugh. "Like you bastards pay me anyway."
Either way, it was of little consequence; with the bets the way they were, Alkor stood to profit from any outcome at this juncture. Now, Adi probably wouldn't see it that way, but then, he could easily be made to see the necessity of it, with a bit of goading. "After all, do you think I'd be fighting in the damn underground of Taris if you were giving me a paycheck?"
Most of this posturing was to incite the crowd, of course- he gave few actual cares about how they felt, but attitude is everything. A man could see something he thought was real in the mannerisms of a fighter and bet heavily for or against him. Alkor had learned that early on- men were easy to read and easier to play, if you understood the game. But of course, he was more focused on Matango at this point. The man was the only loose end in this equation. A variable factor that stood in the way of potential gains, and while he harbored no ill intent toward the Leader of the Watch, it would be much easier to subdue him here and explain everything on the way back to Carida.
But, thoughts were fleeting and actions were only slightly more lasting than thoughts. Actions left their imprint on reality, and so, it required action to get anything done in truth. He remained open to the force, it's warmth soothing him and illuminating the world all around him, making him a force to be reckoned with, moreso than he was on his own.
He let out a bedraggled breath as the world suddenly got bright in his mind's eye, and his thoughts came to rest on the ancient beast that resided in his own heart. He stepped toward Adieumus with purpose, bringing the distance between them to about ten feet. How it went now, well...
His hands had been resting at his sides up until now, but with a quick motion, his left hand snapped up, in a quick arc, and gripped something dark in color beneath his shirt. With a quick jerk of his arm across his body, the length tendril uncoiled with a blindingly fast snap, Alkor urging Sleipnir forward with momentum exacerbated by the force. The violet hue of the weapon thrummed to life, and the tip of the whip ripped through the ether toward Matango's face.
Alkor smirked.
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Post by Adi on Aug 3, 2013 19:56:23 GMT -8
Adi saw movement, and put his left hand out in front of him.
"Feisty, aren't we? Put it away, Alkor...."
Adieumus generated a light barrier in front of him, blocking the whip from touching his body. The barrier sparked when the whip hit it, and a small puff of smoke appeared in the air. Alkor was now playing to the crowd, pandering to them. He would want to show off a bit, beat up on his boss...Maybe get a leg up on him? The reasons were unknown. However, it was becoming more and more apparent that the information that Alkor had suggested he gather on the IF was more than just a suggestion to be helpful?
"...We all know you like to play with your...erm...whip."
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 4, 2013 17:59:01 GMT -8
Adieumus threw his hand up reflexively, most likely some sort of barrier, and Alkor's smirk split into a wry grin. This was the part of the show where the magic started. With the subtleties of the force woven about him, Alkor had asserted a superior level of control not just over the whip, but over himself. So, as his arm completed the motion that snapped the whip backward and pulled it taut, the Warhorse reared, and Sleipnir's mighty cry broke the world.
Before the weapon reached full extension to Adi, before it came into range of connecting, it cracked. Normally, this creates a loud snap, which is abhorrently loud in close proximity, but abhorrently little else. But Sleipnir was a devious weapon, more in it's craftsmanship than in it's nature. Alkor employed, for the focusing crystals, Dragite. Small sounds, when exacerbated by the energy field that was given off by these crystals, became high pitched, eardrum ruining screams.
And the crowd howled in pain as they threw their hands over their ears. The windows above them began to shatter, and the hutt in the middle of it all laughed his bellowing laugh. Alkor's trap had been laid, however, from the beginning. His focus on tuning out the world around him was also on tuning out Sleipnir's cry. His focus on Adi had been straining to understand the Arkanian's words. And now, whereas those around him reeled, Alkor remained largely immune to the sonic damage- far worse than it normally would have been due to unholy speed gifted him by the force, which had now bled away.
Sleipnir arced backward out to Alkor's left, the former Jen'jidai watching and waiting for Adieumus' reaction even as his left foot circled in an arc around his right, his body doing a full turn. The violet blade danced in a wild circle around him, and his devious cerulean gaze remained locked on Adi. This would be fun, and profitable. Well... maybe less fun for Adi.
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