Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 16, 2015 16:28:58 GMT -8
GBA standard rules and something with some obstacles and what not for the place of the showdown. you got anything you want to add?
The duelists find themselves in the famed medical center on Selonia, specifically in the ER. Surrounding them on the walls are two rows of 6 bacta tanks, each with a different species who recently were brought in after their freighter crashed. In the middle of the ER is a desk where the Nurses keep paperwork and the data pads. At each Bacta tank there is a hover bed as well, for when the wounded are recovered enough to be pulled out and moved. The carts are equipped with all the tools of the trade including scalpels, and tweezers.
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Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Jun 18, 2015 16:18:33 GMT -8
Well this was unexpected. This was the first time Cathaoir had been to this world ruled by the Galactic Republic. Or was it the New Republic? Didn't matter; the institute, no matter the name it had been given last, one an entity in the same regard. That, though, did mean anything to the six foot four inch, beskar clad husk of a man that stood in the midst of this medical facility. This planet and its ruling authorities shared no resemblance to the Mandalorian ideals. The resol'nare. No honor. No dignity. And as far as he was concerned, festered no integrity. It was a place tied to those sorcery cultist and the mythical nergy they referred to as the "Force."
The Force? Pft, more like a farce. It was a life and a joke to him, but even so, Cathaoir wouldn't let himself far prey to any trickery or cheat constructed through it. Those who dealt in such devotions were as dangerous as any man that had stood next to him on the battlefield.
Before him, Cathaoir took note of a number of bacta tanks and the crippled, nearly lifeless forms that, at present, inhabited them. The bodies within seemed to levitate as the cool, blue liquid that filled the tanks enveloped their bodies and tendrils. Sitting near the face of a wall on his immediate right was a desk with a mix of papers and holo-disks scattered about its face. Beneath the veil of his buy'ce, his immaculate blue eyes vigilantly continued to scan the room and its contents through the advanced HUD built into it.
He wasn't the only life form present among these living corpses. No, there was someone else. Someone he could quite identify nor recognize, leaving him thankful for the arsenal he carried with him today; he was virtually a walking, breathing tank as was the custom with his people.
His beskar'gam was forged of masterful quality and was comprised of Phrik, Beskar and Durplast to include his buy'ce with an advanced HUD and environmental filter. Covering his torso, he wore a vest of a tactical design which housed a single blaster buster along his lower left rib cage with three extra clips to hold twelve rounds a piece; another blaster buster was held down by his right hip in hand and ready to go. In a pocket over his right breast, a single cryoban grenade was stashed and in two pockets directly below that, he carried a flash bang and a single Thermal Detonator. Sheathed vertically behind his right shoulder, a beskad with a three foot blade sat stealthily; its composition of beskar interlaced with cortosis.
Truth was, his entire get-up was a weapon, proven by the weapons hidden within it. Housed within his right gauntlet was grappling hook and a Dur-24 wrist laser. A ZX Miniature Flame Projector was also housed within it. Within the gauntlet that enveloped his left wrist, a Velocity-7 Dart Shooter with three darts coated in Fex-M3 was carried along with an MM9 Rocket system with a single rocket.
Mandalorians were known to be walking fortresses and Cathaoir stood as a token to that claim.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 4, 2015 4:22:10 GMT -8
I swear it hasnt been over 2 weeks.
Good ole Selonia, word on the street marked it as the second best medical facilities in the universe, and a little bird had told him he would find his quarry here. No not Cathaoir but rather Gabriel Solomon. His adopted father had disappeared years ago and was presumed dead by most of the galaxy. To bad Xeonon did not believe it, Gabe had a tendancy to come back to Imperial Space after he was long thought dead. Now though he would go out after him, seeing as he was no longer burdened with running the Imperial Knights. He wanted to see where his mentor and father got off to. When word reached his ears of a man that looked like Gabriel in a Hospital on Selonia; well he had to jump to that.
Looking over the dying man in the furthest pod Xeonon let out a sigh through pursed lips. Indeed the man looked like Gabe, it was an older man with long gray hair and a broken nose. Hell it even had some of the same scars, but the man was not Gabe. This poor doomed man still had both eyes, where as his former Master was Miraluka and had none. Balling his hand into a fist he wanted to punch out, he thought he had finally gotten him but it was just another wild goose chase.
Turning around he began walking to the door when he spotted the Beskar clad hulk and his blood ran cold. He could tell, through the force, intuition or maybe just years of fighting that this was about to get messy. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and there was a tension in the air that was so thick you could cut it with a lightsaber. Cursing his luck for not having a suit of armour anymore Xeonon at least thanked all the Gods for Panno.
Before leaving the Knights he had gotten a Suit made for Imperial Knights under cover. He, and indeed it had never been put to the test before but there is no time like the present. Inside a pocket of the left breast was Xeonons lightsaber, one of only two namesakes from his past lift. Over his right hip sat a blaster carbine in its holister and an Enforcer Pistol of his own under the duster.
Hoping he could bluff his way out Xeonon smiled at the Mando. What brings you to the ass end of the universe?
Undercover Imperial Knight Armour made of Phrik Norris Root and Shell spider silkLightsaber made with a Mestare crystal Enforcer Pistol with 3 spare mags of Depleted Baridium Double Barrel Blaster Carbine
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Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Aug 14, 2015 16:13:37 GMT -8
"I could ask you the same, old man" He gingerly allowed his fingers wave along the handle of the blaster buster he currently had in hand; even allowing for the index finger to shift toward the trigger, stealthily. His thumb switched the weapon off of its set safety, arming and readying it.
Truth be told, Cathaoir didn't even fully grasp why he was here at this moment in time and why the universe had been so coy as to through this stranger in his path. Hell, maybe their encounter was just fated to be such and his personal mistrust for anyone not of the Mandalorian faith . . . of the warrior's blood, had this entanglement heading in just a singular direction. A fight. A skirmish. A Duel of Fates. Chime the bell, round one was sure to begin before too long. He smiled beneath the veil of his T-shaped visor having full confidence in his abilities to tango with even the most adept of ritualistic, saber-tossing, sorcery-mongering cheats the universe had to throw his way.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 14, 2015 18:09:13 GMT -8
Old man? It was true that he no longer a young boy but he looked like he was only middle aged. Graying hair, a pronounced widows peak and his nearly white beard. He could still throw down with the best of them, even a walking tank like a Mandalorian. He might have missed the subtle hand movement of Cath but he couldn't miss the aura given off by the man. The force flowed through everyone, even the genocidal fanatics like the Mandalorians and it was currently throwing off the signs of mistrust and willingness to fight. Almost an eagerness. This was going to get messy. He wasnt going to let the man pounce first, he was a Mando. No doubt a walking weapon.
I'm here to kick your ass.
His eyes narrowed into slits as reached for his own weapon with his right hand as he tried to close the 15 feet between them leading with his right foot he had his lightsaber out before he had put his foot down. Thumbing the activator, the silver blade extended the three feet in the blink of an eye. Unlike most blades which were straight, Xeonons had a slight curve giving it the appearance of a Jedi Katana of old. On his third step he was close enough, if nothing happened in the intervening steps he would strike.
With his weight on his forward (right) leg he swung upwards from his right to left (Caths left to right). He had no allusions this strike would do anything. No doubt the suit was made of Beskar. Even if it wasnt one did not dress as a super commando if they fell easily, no this was nothing but the opening move of his dance. If it did manage to hit him the lightsaber would go from hip to shoulder very lightly doing nothing more than scratching the paint.
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