Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 11, 2014 13:49:17 GMT -8
Xeonon vs Kor
Weapons and armour on profile
Standard GBA rules
20-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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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 12, 2014 7:16:16 GMT -8
Erebus walked through the piles of junk alone. He had been here with 3 other men, all of which looked like him. Piercing blue eyes, six foot five and bald, of course all anyone else saw was the armour. Duraplast armour, covered the body, turned the individual man or woman into a faceless enemy; something to fear and strive towards. They were here to take out a Republic scavenger building, they had been taking the metals from the broken rotting husks of ships and using them to make more ships quicker. This could not be allowed, if they got to powerful then there would be nothing stopping them from taking over. In the mission three had been lost, deemed acceptable lossess but they cut Erebus to the core. His brothers, his teamates were dead, and although they had taken out the building it still hurt.
Checking the reader on his weapons he saw that he had his ammo full, 40 rounds for his DLT 14 and another 4 energy packs in his belt. His Thermal Detonator still waited on his back, as well as two concussion grenades on him. His side arm lay in its holster on his right hip ready to spring forth at a moments notice.
Walking to the LZ for pick up he slipped down on a loose piece of trash, sliding down the refuse he looked around, he had actually landed on real solid ground. Something of a rarity on this planet considering it was made of garbage, he was surrounded by trash, he could get out but it would be hard. Taking a break he sat down his back to a meter thick piece of ancient starship hull, his rifle hung on his chest just below a small commando knife on his chest.
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