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Post by Corr on Jul 29, 2013 11:09:17 GMT -8
Raxus Prime: Junkyard Clearing
The duelists find themselves lost in the planet world of Raxus Prime. The arena is a basic junkyard portion of the planet, surrounded by mountains of garbage on all sides. The opponents will fight in the middle of the four surrounding Garbage mounds, be creative in what you find and use here, duelists.
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 30, 2013 6:34:48 GMT -8
Walking down a narrow corridor, Ashrah had to wonder what in the nine hells he was doing on Raxus Prime. The Fortuitous had started acting.....Weird. So he put down here on the Junk Planet to try and fix the old freighter....That was 2 hours ago. Now, he was here. Where was here? Here was a junction of 4 corridors and 4 mountainous piles of crap. He held his shotgun in his right hand, the sawed off barrel dull in the light that filtered through the junk. On his back was his blade in it's custom sheath, his chain wrapped around his left forearm and bicep, the handle hanging within easy reach of his hand. He stepped into the 'clearing' and had a look around. His HUD was in full spectrum mode and with a blink swapped to infrared. He looked around and saw nothing at this point, so he swapped it back, zooming in on each entry way individually...You never knew what could happen.. Or who was wandering around lost like an Old Man with a Stick who seems to have lost his way. Or something.
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Post by The Holy Man on Jul 30, 2013 9:48:56 GMT -8
To continue my saga of taking merry strolls in random places... Now it is a junkyard. I'm surrounded by mountains of junk. Scraps of metal, sections of ships, you name it, I can see it.
As I walk through the hills of garbage, I can feel something, another presence somewhere nearby. It is unfamiliar, but I am so intrigued that... Hey, is that a refrigerator?
I look over to the left, and on top of one of the piles of junk is something that I can't believe. I climb the pile slowly but surely and see it. A beautiful stainless refrigerator that looks almost pristine. Why would someone leave this here? I don't even need a fridge, but this is too good to pass up.
Wait, what was I doing? Oh right, that feeling. Temporarily forgetting about the fridge, I look around as I try to get a feeling for where the presence is coming from. Very slowly, I look around, and peer over the refrigerator to the ground below, and that is where I see the person. I duck my head back down so that I am not seen, and take in what I saw.
Helmet. Gun in hand. Weapons.
Hmm. I can't help but think about the past few weeks when two people have tried to kill me. If that is any indication, I should be careful here. So after a few moments, I come up with a plan.
Putting my apparently frail back into it, I give the refrigerator a strong shove and watch as it slides down the hill of debris and into the clearing, about 30 yards from the person.
I make my way down the hill, and when I get close enough, I leap down to the clearing beside the refrigerator, that was now standing upside down on it's head. As I stand beside it, I look over at the man holding the gun, and yell out to him.
Can you believe it? Someone left this perfectly good refrigerator out here? What a find!
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 30, 2013 12:46:02 GMT -8
Was that....An old man with a stick? You've got to be kidding me.......A...refrigerator? Ashrah zoomed in on the old man, for that was EXACTLY what it was, now standing beside a relatively pristine fridge. Stainless Steel if his HUD was any guess. And it was a good guesser. Not like Corr's Buy'ce. THAT thing was just ugly. He moved forward quickly but carefully, his shotgun Kad'amrev at the ready. There was something.....Off about this old man. He smelled of the force. And pee. Mostly pee. As he got closer, he lifted the shot gun and pulled the trigger, the weapon barking it's hello, and punching a hole right through the center of the appliance. Ashrah looked at the old man as he got closer...
You. Who are you? And how is it I find you here after my narrators exposition clearly stated Old Man with a Stick?
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Post by The Holy Man on Jul 31, 2013 9:12:53 GMT -8
I saw the gun come up, and it was nothing more than instinct. I reached out through the Force, squeezing my hand as I focused on the barrel of the gun in an attempt to Crush it. The shot went off, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that he was aiming at the refrigerator and not me.
Wait a second...
No! My refrigerator!!!!!!!
With my walking stick in my left hand, I looked at the mandalorian.
That was still perfectly good! Do you know how expensive those things are?
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 31, 2013 9:38:42 GMT -8
Bloody Force users. Always crushing perfectly effective projectile weapons....No matter. Ashrah looked at the barrel of his shotgun, 2 of the remaining 3 inches crunched. Well shit. He held up one finger at the Old Man in an obvious "One minute" gesture and placed the shotgun on a coincidentally perfectly placed box of durasteel. He pulled his blade off his back, lined up, and cut the crushed bit off. He inspected the cut. It would do for a couple of shots before it was useless. No matter. He replaced the blade on his back, then spun around and fired 3 shots off at the old man. No one tries to wreck Kad'marev!! Except Eralam. And now Hiro. And Kel. Damn you. Damn you ALL
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Post by The Holy Man on Jul 31, 2013 9:51:03 GMT -8
Well shit. In all of my years, I've never actually seen someone attempt to salvage a crushed weapon. But this one was using his metal blade... to cut more metal...
Ok. I guess that works. But hey, at least it gives me a few free seconds to think of what to... Oh hey, what is that?
While the man was doing his thing, I walked behind the refrigerator and over to the scrap pile to see a chunk of jagged metal about the size of a softball. I pick it up, and before the man has finished with his salvage, I chuck it straight at the side of his head. I don't wish the man harm... I just like the sound that metal makes when it hits more metal.
While the rock is in the air, the man picks up his gun, and I don't think he is going to shoot at the fridge this time. Since I am already at the pile, I hop up onto it, ducking behind a massive slab of duracrete in time for the shots to tear off chunks of the stone but leave me unharmed.
I stay behind the slab, and poke my head out just enough to see him, ready to duck in cover if he tries to shoot again.
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 31, 2013 10:11:56 GMT -8
Wiry for an old man. THe metal chunked served 2 purposes. 1: It did make a metalic CLANG. 2: It pissed Ashrah off. Hiro leaped over the pile and the shots tore through the junk pile. The old obviously jedi poked his head out, and Ashrah resisted the urge to shoot him in the face. He would just duck again.....or would he? His weapon was already pointed in the direction of Hiro, and his HUD had a cool function. Zoom. And Aim. He did both, the reticle pointed directly at the old mans Stupid face. Hiro wouldn't be able to see this, obviously. He had 2 more shots left in the gun before he needed to reload, so, when the HUD beeped that he was good to go, he squeezed the trigger once more, the slug whipping through the air directly at the mans face. A random quote from the Matrix pooped into our writers head, but he knew that in this instance it would be pointless.......
He began to move forward once more, poised to burst into a jog if he needed to. This spritely old man was in for a world of trouble....
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Post by The Holy Man on Aug 1, 2013 9:22:00 GMT -8
As my head popped out from behind the slab, I saw that his gun was pointed at me, so naturally I ducked back down. Judging by the shot that came a second later, it had been a good choice. The blast hit the other side of the duracrete, which was thick enough to protect me. I know I need to do something, because I can't just sit here and hide.
I would guess that cutting part of the gun off would damage the structural integrity of the gun, or at least that was what I had read... somewhere. Going over it in my head, he had fired four shots after he had cut the barrel off. That gun probably couldn't handle much more.
Looking around me in the pile of rubble, I search for anything that I can use to my advantage. I don't see anything I can use, but I keep looking, working on buying myself some time.
If you just put down the gun, we can talk about this! If you really want the fridge so bad you can have it!
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 1, 2013 11:53:07 GMT -8
He decided to take a pot shot at the duracrete block Hiro was behind just for fun. As he pulled the trigger, the slug flew off, but not in the direction he had intended. The barrel had split. Terrible. Now he was annoyed. He tossed the weapon into the junk pile beside him and drew his blade. He moved forward once more, his HUD scanning everything.
There. I put down my gun. Come on out Old Man. Let us see what the Aged Forcies among us have got.
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Post by The Holy Man on Aug 2, 2013 9:43:55 GMT -8
I expected another shot, because reasoning with a mandalorian is like reasoning with a brick... It doesn't listen very well, and it really fucking hurts when it hits you. When the shot rang out, I wasn't surprised that he had fired again. But I was surprised when I heard the gun hit the ground.
I poked my head out and saw that the man's gun was broken, so I jumped up to my feet and moved down into the clearing in my typical feeble fashion. I heard his voice through his helmet's speakers, but all I could hear was garbled words like the teacher from Peanuts. Must be a short-circuit or something.
I stood in the open with my walking stick in my left hand, leaning on it. It was heavier than a normal walking stick should be, but it suited me just fine. I looked at the man, wondering if all he was expecting was an old man with a stick. Because I was far from that. I was... Well, who was I kidding. I am an old man with a stick. But I've also got plenty of tricks up my sleeves. Like this one.
Leave it to a bucket to take one last cheap shot and then decide to talk. I mean seriously... What kind of low-life, no good person attacks right in the middle of... YA HA!
Instantly, my hand shot up, unleashing a Force Push directly at the man while I was distracting him. It wasn't much, just meant to take him off his feet and annoy him a little more.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 2, 2013 11:33:46 GMT -8
Yup. The old man was crazy. Best to put him out of his misery before he became a burden to the Jedi Order's pension plan. Did they even have Old age Security? The force push came. And went. And Ashrah barely moved. It would take a lot more power behind the push than that. He almost smirked behind his buy'ce as the dust swirling around him settled. He set out towards the old man, his blade in his right hand, the hook bladed handle of the chain in his left. He broke into a jog, then a sudden burst of speed and he was upon the elderly gentleman. If Ashrah was good at anything, beating up old people was it. Just ask Cassus. And Inky. They'd tell you. If they weren't dead........
His right hand snapped across, the blade cutting the air, looking to bifurcate the stick in the middle. He kept his left handed weapon poised for defense, or an attack should the opportunity arise. 6 inches of chain dangled at his left wrist, giving him more movement with the handle. His right leg was forward, left leg back, feet shoulder width apart, his torso turned slightly anti-clockwise due to the swing..
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Post by The Holy Man on Aug 5, 2013 9:59:26 GMT -8
The Force Push left my hand... And did nothing. I looked down at my hand and hit it against my side. Was I out of juice? I knew I should have eaten breakfast this morning...
I looked back up at my opponent who was coming at me quickly now, and only one thing came into my mind.
Oh shit.
As he came at me, I moved my left hand down on my walking stick. As he slashed out at my stick, I raised my hand and tipped my wrist forward, removing my stick from his attack while raising it above his slash. I brought the stick down quickly at the top of his head as I stepped backwards and away from him.
It was like what those lion tamers do with a stick sometimes. Try to smack them on the head to get them to stop. Not that the man was a lion. He was more like a really angry short guy. Or a bulldog. Except with an uglier face. I think. All of those helmets look the same. And by that I mean ugly.
I took a few steps backwards to create distance between us, keeping him at bay for the time being.
Wait a second... I know you! You're the man-dee-lore, that Force-resistant fellow. How do you do that? Is it magic? Or is it like that little blue pill that that Man-tangoes fella always uses?
OOH! Is it a trick you buckets have created? If so, why didn't you tell the last two mandalorians I killed? They REALLY needed it to make up for their horrible fighting skills...
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 5, 2013 10:23:01 GMT -8
The staff went up and Ashrah compensated. He continued the swing anyway, angling his blade up and catching the stick before it clunked him on the head. As Hiro went to move away, Ashrah snapped his left hand forward, turning his upper body as he did, and stepping forward, looking to slam the handle in his left hand into the ribs of the wily Jedi. He came on even harder, slamming with the left hand, his right hand coming forward as well, slashing at the mans neck, then a third time, this time on the old mans right once more with Ashrahs handle, one two three in rapid succession, looking to either score a hit or keep the stick busy....He wasn't in the mood for talking at this point.
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Post by The Holy Man on Aug 6, 2013 9:53:07 GMT -8
This mandalorian was an even worse conversationalist than the last two. At least they didn't interrupt my geriatric ramblings.
No, this one was different. This one was fierce, and this one was quick. He caught my attack with the stick, sending my arm wide to my left. I continued moving backwards, right side first, dodging his attempt to slam his handle into my ribs.
As the mandalorian's sword came up to hack at my neck, I planted my feet and did something that would hopefully take my opponent by surprise.
Dropping into a bout of Force Speed, I moved with lightning quickness as everything slowed around me. As his stroke came down and towards me from my left, I ducked as low as I could get and moved to my left, turning counter-clockwise as I moved under his attack as it passed over me. I came to a stop, now close to the man's right flank.
As his sword slash carried his upper body momentum from his right to his left, I took advantage of the opening on his right flank. My left leg came up and shot down at the outside of his right knee, where his armor's kneeguard would do no good, just as he would be starting to rebound his momentum to strike at me with his handle again.
After the stomp, I leaped backwards, making sure that I was out of his reach before I exhaled, the world returning to normal speed around me just as his last handle strike would have made contact if I had been where I was just a moment before.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 6, 2013 12:55:54 GMT -8
Ashrah swung, and the old man was not there. He had become a blur. Force Speed. He was familiar with the power and knew what it did, and what it meant. He had very very little time to react, so he did in the only way he could. With his upper body's momentum carrying his weight to his right anyway, Ashrah jammed the hande straight forward in case Hiro went right, then pushed off hard with his left leg, driving his 200 armoured frame to his right, stuffing his elbow out and up slightly, looking to slam into the much faster Jedi.....If not....well. Enhanced genetics or not, a kick to the knee hurt like a bitch.
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Post by The Holy Man on Aug 6, 2013 17:28:18 GMT -8
As I come up from my duck, placing myself to the mandalorian's right side, I am already bringing my foot up to stomp down at his knee. However, he has caught on to my plan, and has done what mandalorians do best...
Other than drool.
Or was that drummers?
Anyway...
He turns himself into a tank as his body lurches to the right, and at me. Very clever, guessing where I might be. But not clever enough.
His attack is smart, except that I am still immersed in Force Speed. I can see his weight shifting, but it is slower than it normally would be, and that gives me time. I bring my foot down as I had originally intended, but instead of driving my weight down, I push off the ground with my right foot at the same time I intend to make contact with his right knee with my left foot, and propel myself back and away from his lunge and rising elbow.
At the same time, my left hand moves, bringing my walking stick up in what could only be described as a pushing action. In the throes of Force Speed, his body is moving through air in a singular direction, his momentum taking his weight away from his feet on the ground. I aim the end of my stick at his lower back, hoping that if I make contact, it would propel the mandalorian's shifting weight more to the right than he had anticipated, into a pile of jagged, rusty spikes that looks like a porcupine at the bottom of the trash heap near us.
How convenient.
At the same time, I am falling to the ground after pushing off and back from where I was originally standing. Even if he doesn't become impaled faster than Ned Stark's head, the attempted push with my stick should equal the force back to me that it had sent to him, if it makes contact, and propel me farther back and away from him than just me kicking off the ground.
As I land on my feet, I exhale, the Force Speed ebbing away from me as time returns to normal. I place one hand on each end of my walking stick, and move my right leg back slightly, ready to see what the mandalorian does next.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 7, 2013 8:09:19 GMT -8
The stick to the lower back lacked sufficient power to knock him off course, but it did manage to make a proper THWOK on the armour. The problem was, Ashrah was moving sideways, not backwards and Hiro was moving to his left instead of forwards, so the force on force wasn't quite enough to push the well planted and pushing Mandalorian. Hiro landed, and Ashrah managed to catch himself from falling on his face. The slight stumble looked practiced, but was anything but. If there was an explosion, Ashrah would be the coolest MF in the galaxy.
He turned the slight stumble into forward momentum, and as such he shook his left arm, the chain wrapped around it came loose to his elbow, giving him 2 feet of chain. He let go the handle then grabbed it again to free the chain up in a fluid motion and came at Hiro once more. As he moved forward, he dragged his right foot through the dirt on the ground quickly, catching a chunk of metal and flicking it deftly at Hiros face. As his foot touched down once more and his left came forward in the inevitable forward movement, he snapped his left arm forward with a violent flick of his wrist and launched the handle towards the elderly Jedi's face as well. He continued to move forward as his did this, his blade poised, ready to strike.......
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Post by The Holy Man on Aug 7, 2013 9:29:47 GMT -8
It was if out of nowhere, in the distance, a huge explosion blasted into the air just as the mandalorian seemed to stumble. It must have been some random occurrence on the other side of the junkyard... Or maybe it was that damn Starkiller. He seemed to like blowing shit up every time he came to Raxus Prime. Either way... For that split second, the mandalorian DID look like the coolest MF in the galaxy.
Until I realized that he was still a mandalorian, and the coolness faded away faster than ATD's ability to speak coherent English.
As the mandalorian came at me, my hands slid towards each other on my walking stick, meeting about a quarter of the way in from the right side, as if I was holding the stick like a sword. As his right foot dragged into the dirt, my eyes moved towards the ground, catching the shimmering metal as it flew at me. Shifting my momentum, I swung the stick left-handed at the shard.
This was instinct for me. I had spent ages playing stickball as a child. Well, kinda. Instead of of a ball, we would use jagged rocks and pieces of metal. Because nobody liked me. On a completely related note, I also acquired a taste for worms at a young age. But that wasn't helpful here.
Anyway, my stick made contact with the metal, knocking it farther away than I cared to pay attention to. The mandalorian was still closing in, so as my swing carried my body from left to right, I rebounded the motion, bringing the stick back from right to left as I rotated my left wrist, trying to parry the back of the man's wrist on his extended left arm as I pulled my body to the right and out of the way of the handle being thrown.
With my attempt at pushing his left arm away to my left, and him moving forward, I was now outside of his guard again. I brought my right foot up off the ground and repeated my previous attack, now stomping at the outside of his left knee.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 7, 2013 9:42:53 GMT -8
An excellent parry. The handle went over the right shoulder of Hiro, and Ashrah closed his hand around the chain and pulled back towards himself, and spun counter clockwise as he did, Hiro's stick missing Ashrah's wrist. As he spun he yanked on the chain hard, snapping his arm around and slashing out with his blade as he did from left hip to right shoulder given the way his body spun. As he came around, the handle would be at maximum speed, now arcing for Hiros head. He was almost willing to bet his buy'ce the wily Jedi would move. OR fall. Or something. HA! He had dragged his right foot around as well, preparing for something hopefully epic.
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