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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 10:02:56 GMT -8
It is a strange, dark place that our combatants find themselves in. The Shadowlands of Kashyyyk have never been friendly to outsiders. Now though, it is eerily quiet, as though the whole forest is waiting, watching. Perhaps they were waiting for one of the fighters to perish. An easy meal, after all, is hard to find down here.
The fighters find themselves in a circular clearing about 30 meters across. It appears to be a ritual site, judging by the strange dais in the center. The ground has been worn smooth and bare by centuries of hard use. There is lighting enough to see, but the outside of the circle is shrouded in shadow.
RULES: Contestants are to state weapons and armor in the first post, everything else is GBA standard.
Environment: Nothing special, but if the loser wishes to write out being eaten by the ravenous beasts that inhabit the land, that would be kind of awesome.
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Post by Valdemar Drea'gor on Nov 18, 2013 13:56:02 GMT -8
My cruel dark eyes stare through my visor at the clearing around me, shadows and mystery. Perfect situation for the fight I can imagine to come. I find this setting most appealing to me, though how my opponent sees this situation though is another matter entirely. My beskar'gam is a dark grey matte with orange tinges detailing important areas, and the most intimidating part would be the more exotic looking buy'ce, in stead of the standard T visor, two orange orbs stare outward. The beskar armour was forged, but the electronic parts were all suited up by me. I know they work, and I know they work well. It was all pretty typical stuff that most buy'ce's would have, regardless Boba Fett would have been proud.
I grab each wrist respectively making sure that my wrist mounted flamethrower on my left arm was primed, before checking my right arm's mini-missile launcher with a single anti-personal missile and a fibercord whip. It was all I would need on that front. Happy they were ready, I turn the safety's off his duel Flash-4 Heavy Blaster Pistols sitting one on each thigh in respective holsters. Slung over my left shoulder was a C-M Frag Storm Heavy Shotgun with two sets of twelve rounds, one set already loaded inside the weapon, the other set in a bandoleer over my chest. My final and probably most terrifying weapon I had though was the beskar forged Power Hammer. This particular weapon was a favourite of mine, even Beskar clad warriors would feel their bones shattering under the force exuded.
I knew that the amount of weaponry and the weight of the armour, even with the powersuit underlay that was resistant to electricity, I would be weighed down significantly and moving at any great pace would be a hard task. Regardless, I was prepared to fight as I was, armed to the teeth. And worst case scenario I could use my jetpack to escape from a nasty situation, in fact the more I looked at myself the more ridiculous my level of overkill was. Perhaps I am being cocky, but this poor kriffer doesn't stand a chance. I move my hands to my belt and touch the balls that are quiet the useful things, thermal detonators. Saved my life in a few situations, but I think the more cylindrical smoke grenade on the opposite side of the belt could be of more use right now. Oh the choices I have right now makes this way too exciting for me.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 18, 2013 17:14:08 GMT -8
Very little was heard of his footsteps, because of the somewhat damp ground underfoot. From behind a massive tree, Ram strode silently into the small clearing. As he did so, he let his senses reach out in attempts to see if his suspicions were correct, as well as detect the presence of any other significant threats, whether it would be the individual that he was to meet, or beasts that lurked in the darkness. He let his mind center in the Force as he came to a halt on the edge of the clearing, he found a very specific point where the Force was familiar and let his mind hone in on it, solidifying his connection as he knew that he would likely need to draw on it very soon. He had been brought up in this place, established his place in the dark side and grown here. Fitting.
His eyes snapped open, just as his mind was to the unrestricted Force, allowing it to intoxicate fill him with it's energies and ecstasy. He let it fuel his body and adrenaline, relishing in the anticipation of the coming battle and bathe in the power of his prior battles. Reflecting in the back corners of his mind was the playthrough and outcome of the last battle, allowing him to grow, develop and become a more knowledgeable fighter, with many more tricks up his sleeve. He claimed the hilt of his crimson saber to his hand and let it sit heavily in his palm, not yet ignited, just spinning the hilt in his hand and sensing the familiar feeling of the weapon.
As he felt the pulse of the darkside, his mind and body fell into a slight trance while he became increasingly focused in the moment. This was power at it's precipice. The other armaments on his person were the forward facing second saber strapped to his thigh, and the vibro-knife on his other leg, both made their presence known in his mind, reminding him of the many tools and options at his disposal to bring this enemy down.
He observed his opponent, standing with his back to Ram while the silence around him deafening. His eyes fixed, and with the silent screams of ghosts from his past echoing in his mind, he began to move. Taking the half dozen quick steps to his opponent at a quick run, the saber in his right hand flashed to life as he brought it around, a split second before it would shorten the man quite a deal, lashing out at the back of the exposed knee joints, in an inwards slash.
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Post by Valdemar Drea'gor on Nov 26, 2013 4:10:50 GMT -8
This opponent was a fool if he thought I did not know he was behind me, my HUD shows me a full 360 degree view, and a mere glance upon the heads up display showed me all I needed to know. Even in heavy armour it would not take long to turn around from the moment Ramiel attempted to cross the distance, and less even for my left arm to maneuver in his direction. My aim wasn't directly at Ramiel mind you, it was at the ground below him, but the cone shaped flame that explodes outward would lick at the bottom of his torso igniting his clothing if he didn't react. The reason for this was simple, the wet ground below him would create steam, and vaporized water burns like a motherfucker, and this man was seemingly human too with our fragile skin.
With my free right hand I reach over my shoulder behind me and bring my F-M Shotgun to bare, a dark smirk cross my face as I disengage the flamethrower and pump the barrel. My buy'ce locks onto my target (Whether he has moved or not) and fires his low dispersal rounds in his direction. While it still spreads it has much greater accuracy than simple buckshot, Ramiel would be in a world of pain. As I fire a shot I take a step backward, pump and fire another shot toward his chest area. I then take another step backwards and pump once more, my shotgun does not explode it's rounds this time. I stop to see what my opponent has done or if he has fallen in a bloody and somewhat burnt heap.
Ramiel was a force user, perfectly acceptable, I enjoyed watching these beings slaughter themselves in the name of this 'force' that they worship. Pathetic creatures that take too much pride and reliance on mysticism, and it was to their bane that I shattered them. A single being hell bent on trying to destroy a man who was trained to fight, born in battle, and forged in the flames of destruction. My this poor misguided man's suffering end quickly, or perhaps maybe I will draw it out. I always did enjoy when they screamed. I think the smirk I can feel on my face is a testament to that more than the flames and shrapnel that had previously torn at the air.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 26, 2013 16:22:12 GMT -8
As his steps propelled him forward, he knew that his opponent's sensors had picked him up somehow as he began to spin and face him. He was still 5 or so feet from the man when he had spun to face him, though he noticed that his arm was outstretched and leading his body. He knew of the many weapons that were built in to their suits, and so he allowed his athletics and the Force to fill him as he continued to move, knowing that this was his advantage which he would need to best him, as he was not covered in a ridiculous and cowardly suit of armour. Springing forward and to his left, he performed an aerial out of the way as flames licked at the air where he just was and steam formed en mass.
Landing just to the right of his opponent as he was reaching over his shoulder, Ram brought his saber around in a spinning arc, bringing it down on the elbow joint of the outstretched right arm clutching the shotgun. The saber danced and moved with blurring speed as the weightless blade moved in his hand. He had trained with this sole weapon for decades, and his mastery of it was evident. As his right hand and saber struck out at the man's arm, Ram's left hand jutted forward and as his mind was fully connected with the Force, he let the torrent of power surge through his hand and erupt into his armoured foe. His hand would only be 2 feet from him at the most, as the red tinted lightning surge from his hand and would slam into his opponent's exposed right side, engulfing him and sinking in through any opening and cooking him in his nice steel pot, not to mention the effect that massive surge of electricity would do to the integral electronics of the man's suit.
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Post by Valdemar Drea'gor on Dec 4, 2013 13:38:27 GMT -8
Sith, always the same. As Ramiel jumps I instantly start reacting, I begin to move my left fist to sit three inches from my chest and facing over the top of my right arm holding the shotgun. He was quicker than anticipated, but not completely unexpected given my knowledge of force users. I adjust my fists direction slightly so it is pointing to wear Ramiel was now resting. His lightsaber was the main concern though, so that drew my attention now. Even with my fast reflexes doing anything spectacular would be hard. Regardless, even a weightless blade was restricted in it's movement thanks to physiology. Alas, it only took a two inch movement that took even in my armour a few moments of time to enact, Ramiel's blade smashes into the Beskar metal and quickly would begin to heat it to a nice glow.
It was now that my left arm explodes into a cone of infernal flame at point blank range straight into Ramiel. Ramiel's own lightning would explode outward almost simultaneously (From my understanding and assumption he continues with that attack), the underlay was designed to withstand all environmental situations thrown at me, including electrically and ion charged atmospheres. I would be stupid not to, but even so the electronics which despite being designed to handle high levels of electricity can only deal with so much at a time. My visor begins to flicker and my HUD starts fuzzing in and out as the suit attempts to overcome the overload. Most of the electrical current would run straight to the ground and disperse, but even so, only so much can be taken by any system.
Given my situation and almost verge desperation given the slight advantage my opponent would hold while my system recovers, I drop my shotgun. It is not worth holding onto at this stage, I continue to turn so my body would face Ramiel with my left wrist still spitting fire toward him being unable to turn it off at this stage, the heat starting to overcome the underlay's abilities and where the lightsaber made contact with the beskar, I can feel my skin beginning to burn. My dark brown eyes form a sneer, this opponent would not be a fun one. A new strategy was in need, and I had an idea. All I needed to do was hold out for a little longer. And I had just the idea of how.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Dec 4, 2013 15:52:42 GMT -8
As his saber had come down and connected with the beskar, Ram grit his teeth and cursed the armour, hoping to catch the inside of the joint and do more damage, though it was not the case. His opponent's left hand had come up to face him, and knowing the many tricks and utilities built in, Ram knew better than to sit and allow for the wrist to be pointed at him, innocent or not. Letting the saber grind down and pulling slightly back to clear it of the armoured arm, he pivoted on his left foot, turning so that his left side faced the Mando for a quick second before the his hand erupted in lightning, and as semi-expected, his opponent's did so in flame.
With the heat still quite intense, feeling a burn starting to form near his right shoulder which was still too close to the cone of flame, Ram knew that any advantage he held was from the lighting and so he continued to move. Letting the lightning hold in his left had, the power of the Force tingling through his arm and the tips of a couple of his fingers going somewhat numb at this point, he held the torrent of electricity as he lept to his left. This would keep him to his opponent's right side as he turned to face where Ram had been. Hoping that the cone of flame would aid to distort his vision, as coupled with any interference that would be occurring in the suit, he dragged his saber along with him. Slashing in an inwards direction at his opponent's upper right thigh, he targeted the point where the joint near the groin would lack armour. Beads of sweat began to form on his brow as he stood, billowing forth electricity and attacking at his groin as he would drag the saber upwards, bringing it to a point where it would cause incredible damage to the leg and hip, while keeping it in a position where he could use it to quasi-defend.
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