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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 10:12:28 GMT -8
12- Space: Unmarked Spacecraft (Shoot me a PM if you'd like a different one, seemed like an easy enough scenario to replicate in the Uni)
A single catwalk that is around 5 feet wide and 30 feet long is where the duelists find themselves. The tractor beam reactor is to the right of the catwalk. The crackle of energy and the glow from the pulsating blue energy of the reactor glows and casts an eerie effect across the area.
Standard GBA Rules.
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Post by Bloodshot on Jul 18, 2013 12:29:50 GMT -8
The ship shuddered slightly as an explosion from somewhere outside echoed through the corridor as he stepped onto the catwalk. Better wrap this up quick. She might not last long. The tractor beam reactor was to his right, and his opponent would no doubt be showing up any second now at the other end of the walkway. A second explosion made the walls groan as he drew a slugthrower pistol with his right hand and the (currently two foot long) collapsible staff off his back with his left. If he's anything like most forcies, he'll want to get close fast. Take the guns out of the equation. Might not be time to switch once the fun starts.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 18, 2013 14:54:22 GMT -8
He stood at the other end of the catwalk already. Cloaked in shadow, he had is force signature hidden....Never hurt to be over cautious. And good thing he was, He had a feeling this whole thing was a set up. Sith Assassin hired to off another Assassin......He would bet dollars to doughnuts that this man who showed up at the same place at nearly the same time was out for his blood for creds too. He monitored the other mans movements. They were minimal. Fluid. The mark of a predator. A Man who was not used to losing. It was unfortunate that today would be the day he lost.
If one was to get a look at Cruor the would see a short man. Well muscled, eyes the glowed orange in the darkness when he wished (nothing more than visual effect). His skin was tattooed in Sith tattoos, his dark hair dreaded, pulled back into a pony tail that hung down his back. He wore black cargo pants today with sturdy boots. His shirt was a black tank top and at his hips hung his twin orange bladed sabers. He decided it was time to gauge his target. Cruor moved like water. A snake. The consummate predator. First he let his eye gradually brighten in the darkness, followed by his light saber. He left his left saber on his hip for now. Where once there was darkness there was now a glowing orange blade with twin spots of orange light seeming to float. He stepped fully into the sparking light of the catwalk and looked at the man 30 or so feet from him
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Post by Bloodshot on Jul 18, 2013 15:48:53 GMT -8
Cloaked in shadow... Perhaps not the best form of camouflage when facing an Umbaran. He could see the man clearly in spite of the darkness, his left eye narrowing beneath its flash lens covering as the man began to move. He made no attempt to seize the advantage of surprise he no doubt thought he possessed, and simply stepped forward, drew his weapon, and revealed himself. Or he would have revealed himself, had the mercenary not already been able to see him.
His movements were fluid and assured, clearly the mark of a warrior rather than a scholar. His physique was well-muscled and toned, yet not bulky, and his eyes shone with an unnatural glow. He'll use speed and agility to try and outmaneuver me, along with whatever force tricks he's got up his... well, whatever force tricks he's trained in.
Without warning, either physically or through the force, the mercenary's right arm shot up and aimed his pistol squarely at the other man's chest. The movement was sudden and likely alarming, but he hesitated as his sights found their target, waiting half a second to gauge his opponent's reaction before adjusting his aim to compensate for any movement and firing. Once, twice, three times the bark of the gun rang out in the enclosed space, each shot spaced just far enough apart to allow his aim to adjust for movement in between.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 19, 2013 6:49:23 GMT -8
The mans arm came up. He was fast. Very fast. The gun came up, and Cruor's left index finger twitched. Almost a tsking motion. The force flicked out from that subtle move, aimed at the weapon in the mans hand as it came up. More precisely, it 'flicked' at the inside of the weapon, looking to knock it out of the mans hand. Failing that, he at the very least hoped it knocked his arm sideways. It was Cruors turn to be crafty. As his finger flicked, he let the Force explode threw him, and he snapped his left fist forward in a straight jab. To anyone unfamiliar, it would seem as though the short man had lost his mind as was punching at nightmares only he could see. This was not the case. This was projected fighting. If this guy was gonna shoot him, Cruor was going to punch him as hard as he could......from as far away as was possible.
The fist snapped out three times in rapid succession, directed once at the faceplate and twice at the neck of Bloodshot. This entire exchange happened in seconds. 2 highly trained assassins. One trained and apprenticed to Iniquitous, the now dead and fallen Sith Lord who abandoned his family for the bloody Jedi, and died for his betrayal. The other....well, I assume he was trained by the best or he wouldn't be here. He burst forward on the third jab, his legs propelling him into a sprint, his second blade flying into his left hand, the orange blade blazing to life as he moved....
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Post by Bloodshot on Jul 19, 2013 15:06:50 GMT -8
The gun in his hand flicked to his left as the man reached out and touched it with his mind, but the mercenary simply allowed his arm to move instead of letting the pistol be torn out of his grasp. Evasion, as predicted. Though admittedly not the sort he had been expecting. Regardless, he was still ready to re-center his aim, so he corrected and managed to fire a single shot dead center at the man's chest before the first punch landed, jerking his head back with the force of the blow. It had considerably less effect than it would have on an unarmored face, but he still took a step back with his left foot to better absorb the force of it.
His left arm came up to guard his face from successive attacks, and assuming the second and third jabs were still in effect despite the bullet fired at the man's chest, the impacts of both would be felt on his gauntlet, jarring the arm as they struck. Neat trick. I'll have to watch out for that in the future. It wasn't an ability he'd encountered before, the closest had been rapidly fired force pushes, but now that he'd seen it and seen how it corresponded directly to the motions and physical power of his enemy, he could adapt and counter.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 22, 2013 8:48:55 GMT -8
His first punch worked flawlessly. Then the hand gun erupted and Cruor was suddenly on the defensive. He did the only thing he could, and swept his right handed blade down and across, his training taking over almost completely. The lead slug hammered into the saber blade, cause his wrist to rock slightly, the bullet fragmenting into molten shards. This was the second time this had happened in nearly as many weeks, and as such, the barely healed scars on his left forearm were now joined by melted skin and puckered wounds on his right. A droplet spattered his chest and he hissed in pain.
His eyes narrowed, his second and third punches interrupted by the need to not get shot in the chest. Using the pain, he unleashed the Force through his body, his muscles and synapses shivering from the power that blossomed through him, and time seemed to slow down. He could see the minute movements of the Assassin across from him, he could feel the very air tickle across his skin. It was a euphoric feeling, and one he reveled in. He now moved like the wind, and within seconds he was across the walkway and directly in front of Bloodshot. He was a foot shorter than the Assassin, which made this far more interesting. The top of his head was just below the solar plexus of the taller man, so he went for a fairly obvious attack first. The gun hand. As he moved, he lashed out with his left blade, going from Bloodshots inside to outside, looking to either slash the weapon in half, or cut the mans hand off at the wrist. He continued his forward momentum, and drove his speed enhanced compact body shoulder first at Bloodshots midsection. He was angry, but not stupid. His right blade winked out as he did this. He didn't really feel like cutting his own legs off, with the emitter facing the inside of Bloodshots right thigh
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Post by Bloodshot on Jul 22, 2013 10:07:25 GMT -8
So he wants to use speed, does he? Fine. He didn't have time to re-center his aim before the other man reached him, but what he did have time for was the application of his own rather unique connection to the force. Reaching out with his mind, he began to draw in the energy surrounding the two combatants, drawn here by the presence of the other man and his force sensitivity. To the other man, it would feel like little more than a cold breeze that somehow left the room emptier, but it would have no effect of his abilities. To Bloodshot, the world suddenly seemed clearer and sharper, colors and sounds heightened and intensified as his body was flooded and strengthened with new energy. By the time his opponent reached him, he could see all of his movements as though they were both at normal speed. Seeing at equal speeds, however, does not mean they were moving at equal speeds, and he could not avoid the strike to his wrist. Doesn't really matter though.
The lightsaber struck his shields instead of slicing cleanly through the wrist, draining them of roughly one quarter of their power, and he twisted his forearm down and back, then forward again on the other side of the blade, aiming it down at the body that was now slamming into his. He pulled the trigger three times, aiming the shots at the man's heart through his back as he was slammed into the locked door behind him, then brought the two-foot long electrostaff down toward Cruor's back, sending a lethal jolt of electricity through his body if the blow were to connect. Had he not been drawing on the energy around him, the shoulder-first shove would likely have broken several ribs, such was the force behind it, but with his body now augmented beyond human limits and the protection his armor offered, the damage was mitigated to painful discomfort that could be ignored. He could not say the same for his opponent though, as driving an unarmored shoulder into an armored torso with that much momentum would likely prove to be seriously uncomfortable at the least. Though in all honesty, the bullets and electrical jolt would no doubt be a much bigger concern for the man.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 24, 2013 6:34:19 GMT -8
His left blade blinked out, and his right blade ignited. Bloodshots weapon came around, and was intercepted by the orange light saber as it came to life. Cruor flicked his wrist up directly at the mid point of the weapon, the Force Speed allowing him the reflexes needed to counter at this point, or he would be a dead man. His shoulder did indeed sting due to having slammed it into the center mass of an armoured being, but it mattered very little at this point. Continuing the movement of his right arm, he moved his upper body clockwise slightly, opening a gap between the two men, his saber arcing in between them, making a beeline for the forearm to intercept the shock staff attack. There wouldn't be much power behind it, but it gave him that extra second he needed. He jammed his left hand forward so the emitter of his saber was nearly touching Bloodshot on the right side of his body, just under the arm, and hit the on switch, the blade erupting. His main hope to deplete the mans personal shielding. He pushed off with his legs and hopped (for lack of a better term) back 4 feet. He new the staff could still reach him, but he could still reach it as well.......
He stood, feet planted, knees bent slightly, sabers held out in front and to either side slightly, a smile on his face that never reached his eyes......He had one more post with Force Speed left....wait.....what's a post? WHO AM I?!?!?! *cough*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jul 24, 2013 10:48:05 GMT -8
Speedy little fracker, that's for sure. When the man's right hand saber came up over his shoulder to the pistol, it did indeed take it out of commission, though with Bloodshot's own heightened speed he was still able to fire off a single shot aimed at the heart through the man's chest. At this point, with both of the man's weapons on his left side and his right arm crossing his body (or so I would assume, given the maneuvers that were performed), the mercenary's staff/baton would be just over halfway to its destination above the man's back, which would put it behind him as he straightened and twisted to try and clear space between them for his lightsaber to traverse and block it.
Normally, he would have had just enough time to do so, but the Umbaran's own physical speed was augmented above the norm as well. This made it easy for Bloodshot to simply jerk his left arm forward, aiming to pull the baton into the middle of his opponent's back. If successful, the move would trap the ignited lightsaber between his armored torso and the fabric covered chest of his opponent, while simultaneously placing the intended stab under his arm just behind his back as the man was pulled forward. The lethal electrical shock would be something Cruor would have to deal with as well, in addition to the gauntlet mounted vibroblade that would be seeking to drive toward his heart through the left side of his ribcage from Bloodshot's right forearm. After all, overkill is underrated.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 30, 2013 7:45:28 GMT -8
The bullet missed his heart by hammered into his right shoulder, getting lodged in his shoulder blade. The pain was excruciating and Cruor nearly screamed. He kept his shit together though, his training not allowing him to show an ounce of pain....But Scruffy Nerf Herder it hurt. His right blade blinked off as Bloodshot somehow managed to get his left arm in a position to try and hit him on the back with that stun baton and he didn't want to get his blade caught in his everything. His own left arm was in such a position that he was able to jam an elbow into the oncoming arm of Bloodshot to arrest the momentum of the gauntlet blade. No he was pissed. The baton was arcing to his back, threatening to electrocute him. But, as the stun staff (baton) hit him, it pushed him into Bloodshot (as stated by his own post, or inferred I suppose), closing the circuit. All the electrical current went through him, and would, in theory, go through Bloodshot as well, mayhaps even shorting out the shields the Merc had. Cruor, nearly blinded by pain, focused the immense rage bubbling forth in his body, and it erupted from his hands, his left hand opening, the blade falling to the cat walk, his right hand doing the same. Lightning. And a shit load of it, directed practically into the other man. There was no way either of them would come away unscathed. Cruor let out a scream as he poured electricity at Bloodshot. The man wanted to try and electrocute him? He would SHOW him electricity.......
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Post by Bloodshot on Aug 14, 2013 12:13:24 GMT -8
The theory behind closing the circuit was sound, but the non-conductive nature of the mercenary's armor rendered the point moot. Like trying to close a circuit through dry rubber when there's already a wire connecting it to a ground. That wire in this instance was Cruor himself, his feet (even with boots) providing a much faster and easier path for the electricity to ground itself than going through Bloodshot's armor. Never carry a weapon you can't counter when you go to fight a forcie. They've got this nasty habit of using them against you. Most would see the sense of that only with grenades, but Bloodshot had taken it a step further and purposely avoided using metal in his armor, utilizing the non-conductive polymers of katarn commando armor in spite of the fact that a material like duranium would have offered greater overall protection.
Unfortunately, that electrical resistance only goes so far, and the rage-fueled lightning being hurled at him was burning through his shields at an extremely rapid rate. The block of the mercenary's right arm had jammed Cruor's elbow into the crook of Bloodshot's own (since Bloodshot's arm was already at a ninety degree angle), and arrested the momentum of the fist an inch away from Cruor's ribs. This meant that as the active, ten inch vibroblade shot out of the gauntlet, it would still (hopefully) bury over half its length inside the force user's ribcage just as Bloodshot's shields hit zero and the lightning began to burn through his armor, shorting out the shield emitters and sending a surge of burning pain through his amped up body. Had he not already been drawing on the force around him to suffuse his body, the attack would have left him blinded and crippled by the pain, but as it was, the agonizing sensation was at least bearable, if only just.
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