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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Dec 19, 2020 11:50:42 GMT -8
A star destroyer Hanger Bay. The Old Fashioned. Tie Fighters hanging and docked. Large metal boxes. A few droids. Should be a good time.
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 13:14:36 GMT -8
An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
Duels between Eralam and Inky were the classic thought experiment, personified. On the one hand, you had the overwhelming offensive dynamo that was Inky. On the other, the seemingly invincible defenses of Eralam. The two meeting on the battlefield was the stuff of legends, much like the boogeyman, or Slenderman. Much like those particular pop culture nightmares, they served as object lessons. Older, salty GBA judges scared new GBA judges with the tales of old. "Be a good little judge, or we'll make you judge Inky vs Eralam."
Alas, those days were long gone. The Edgelord of the Sith and the Robot Space Ninja had all but faded from memory, forgotten relics of a bygone age. Only the gravest of circumstances could bring them into the modern age. Alas, this meeting was not a happy reunion, but one of mourning for a fallen comrade.
At a small table in the center of the hanger, Eralam sat in his dueling chassis. A second chair sat across from him, and a bottle of fine whiskey sat in the middle of the table, with two glasses. "Before we being," the Shard said, "I propose a toast."
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 13:21:30 GMT -8
Of course it was a hanger. It was always a hanger. iniquitous looked up at the man who made the arena for this fight
"Really me?"
*Me*
"Yes. Shut up and fight. Sheesh."
Iniquitous shrugged and walked over to the table and chairs Eralam has set up and sat down across from one of his oldest friends, and bitterest dueling opponents. Some of their fights we only spoken of his hushed tones, lest the judges of old get their PTSD triggered, and inundate the two with PM's.
"A toast to a fallen friend. A man we all loved, even when he was being a complete twat. To Lov"
Iniquitous lifted his glass up, nodding his head gently
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 13:34:00 GMT -8
"To Lov," Eralam replied.
He raised his glass, and tossed it back in one gulp. How the Shard managed to drink was, as always, a mystery, one best not looked into too closely. The harder one looked, the more one invited madness. And not the fun, "I've had too many shrooms and the walls are getting melty" kind, either. This madness was the sort that tempted one to try to find out what was up Diva's skirt, or just what the fuss over Villa's mum was about.
"You know, he lent me a fleet once. Didn't ask any questions, just told me to send it back full of beer. The free surface effect nearly wrecked the whole thing on the return trip. Hell of a guy."
With the formalities out of the way, Eralam cleared the table out of the way. He took one last, long pull from the neck of the bottle, and floated it gently into an out of the way corner of the hanger, where it should, in theory, be safe from the ensuing maelstrom. He then took up station across from Inky, his stance relaxed.
In his right hand was his customary lightsaber, the silver blade as of yet unlit. On his left hip was a revolver, the 5 shot Colt he used to carry back in the day. It was loaded with special rounds, just for this fight. The cross-tipped phrik rounds were much lighter than normal, only about 150 grains a pop, but were much, much faster, and could punch through most armor that could easily be worn. The fact that they were phrik meant a lightsaber could, in theory, deflect them, but that was part of the tradeoff.
"Ready when you are, buddy."
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 13:42:41 GMT -8
Slamming his drink back, the glass vanishing into thin air, Iniquitous stood, the chair itself dissipating. He stood as relaxed as he ever did, the twin black bladed sabers hanging off his belt. He cracked his knuckles once, and nodded his head.
"He was one of the toughest judges we ever had. fair and thorough. May the best man remove a limb. "
With a flick of his left index finger, he lashed out in the force quickly, looking to send that blasted revolver skittering through the air. The blade on his left hip slapped into his right hand, the black blade humming to life. He danced forward at the same time, the entire movement looking fluid, if not graceful, his left foot staying back slightly, allowing him the balance he required to move his 6 foot 7 inch frame around. The blade flicked out and up in a probing attempt to bifurcate Eralams lower mandible....or vocabulator, or whatever adorned the spot on the Shards 'face' where a chin would be. He didn't really expect this particular move to work, but it was suitable for an opening..
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 13:57:35 GMT -8
Eralam had been expecting the attack against his revolver. Anyone who fought him knew it was his ace in the hole, and, assuming they survived the experience (and not many did), it was a top priority in any future encounters. Rather than letting the attack hit home, the Shard stepped back with his left foot, bringing that hip out of line of the directed Force, and dropped into a crouch. This effectively placed him under Inky's line of advance, and hopefully under his guard as well.
The Shard's lightsaber sprang to life as he snapped it above his lowered head, hoping to ward off the inevitable attack from above. Right hand occupied, the left hand snatched the revolver from its holster, and snapped off a quick round towards the massive torso belonging to the man trying to achieve the impossible: shut him up for once and all. It wasn't a very well aimed shot, but there was a lot of chest to aim at.
"I don't know what sort of workout plan they have in the Netherworld," Eralam said conversationally, "but it's really working for you. Love what you've done with your thighs. They look great from down here."
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 14:08:10 GMT -8
Damn. he missed the revolver. This was not unexpected, but a minor annoyance none the less. Eralam crouched, pulled his revolver, and succeeded in blocking Iniquitous initial saber attack. Sparks flew as the two sabers connected. The only thing that saved him from that infernal gun was Iniquitous Force enhanced reflexes. His second saber slammed into his palm, the blade sparking to life in his left hand, his momentum of his right arm continutng down, dragging his saber with it, the two blades still connected, pulling his right side back and clockwise (his clockwise), the second blade slashing across, most likely at face height, the phrik projectile tearing a rather hot and uncomfortable lesion across his stomach, almost too low for comfort.
He continued the impromptu spin quickly, dropping a low force aided sweep kick. He was vicious, not crazy, for without the force addition, he would more than likely at the very least massively bruise his leg on Eralams chassis, and at the worst break his damn fool leg.
"Thanks. Pilates and squats. You'd be surprised at the connection speeds there"
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 14:20:27 GMT -8
With the addition of the Force, the kick could have easily toppled Eralam backwards- had he not already had his center of gravity planted low, further aided by a Force pull that stuck him to the ground like a tick on a Wookiee's ass. If the kick landed, it was going to hurt like a sumbitch, probably. His attention otherwise distracted by trying to force-feed his opponent crow, Eralam wasn't able to further capitalize on the potentially painful shin-on-shin contact with telekinesis, but that was fine. Not getting his face cut off was more pressing.
"I've heard good things. It's almost enough to make one consider dying."
Rather than allowing his opponent a shot at his face, the Shard snapped his own saber across, to intercept the blade on the forte. He wasn't aiming to stop the blow cold, but rather, to check the momentum just enough to allow for their legs to meet. There wasn't much in his head that was worth saving (go ahead, make a joke), but a hit was a hit, and it wouldn't do to allow it to land without a token measure of resistance. If all went as planned, the Sasquatch would withdraw the strike of his own accord, and Eralam wouldn't have to overcommit to a swing, or take a saber to the face.
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 14:36:37 GMT -8
His leg met the tin Cans leg, and .....well....it sucked. Even the years of training and the Force wasn't quite enough to stop the pain entirely. So of course he used that pain to his advantage. he shoved off the floor into a forward roll, snapping to his feet and pivoting back around, facing his opponent once more, his blades at the ready, left leg leading, right saber low, left saber mid guard.
"I forgot how bloody hard your kriffing shell is. Mother of kad. I'd just like to point out that I had black sabers YEARS before Gideon and the Dark Saber. Fyi..."
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 14:55:48 GMT -8
"There there, dear," Eralam said soothingly. "Gideon doesn't have your thighs, so there's no need to be jealous that he stole your shtick."
As far as opening exchanges went, that hadn't gone as badly as Eralam had feared. He was desperately out of practice, and even with the advances to his dueling chassis, he hadn't at all been confident in making it out unscathed. That was never a given, when fighting a duelist at the top tier.
With some space between the two, the Shard took a moment to catch his metaphorical breath and holster the revolver. The first round had done its job marvelously: blood had been drawn, and every cut, bruise, and scrape would wear down on the organic opponent. That was the sort of trade he was prepared to make, all day, if necessary. The immovable object might not halt the unstoppable force cold, but it could chip away at it until it wasn't quite so...inevitable.
After a moment that was far longer to his mechanical senses than to most organics, the Shard decided that he would open up this round. Eralam called upon the Force, and attempted to spike Inky into the ground. Hard. It wasn't a subtle attack, it was the sort of sheer, raw power normally associated with natural disasters. If the attack worked, gravity would seem to increase exponentially in a ten foot circle around Inky. If it didn't work, the Shard would be fresh out of Force for their next exchange, which could be costly. It was a gamble, but then again, most things were.
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 15:08:23 GMT -8
This would be a good time to post cut, but we are going to wait a tick. the Force slammed into the large man, forcing him to his knees, and only through sheer um...force..I guess? , of whill (heh) was he able to not be completely pancaked. He dropped his saber in his left hand, and managed to grunt out
"N-n-nob-bod-d-dy has th-th-thighs...l-like..me..uungnghh"
And from his right hand erupted a torrent of lightning, directly at the metallic chassis of Eralam. This too would deplete the majority of his own force stores, but hopefully would fry what was left of the oversized calculators brain...if only for a few seconds or so, just to you know....catch his breath
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 19:18:56 GMT -8
Eralam was a little disappointed that he didn't get the Post Cut of DoomTM, but they were both cutting each other breaks. It had been forever since they stood on the dueling field, and their last fights against other people, it was fair to say, had been disappointing. Not throwing shade at the other place or anything, but cutting through those duelists was a bit like Taco Tuesday through a digestive system with IBS: fast, unpleasant, and smelly.
With that in mind, the Shard didn't remind his opponent that using lightning against him was, typically, a Very Bad Idea. He and Inky were, roughly speaking, on equal grounds in terms of raw power, unless they felt like pulling Whill shenanigans, which was frowned upon. Especially since Eralam managed to get fired twice. When it came to Absorbing and redirecting energy, however, Eralam was in a league of his own. It was one of two powers he could call upon, and at his level, it wouldn't have been very hard at all to take in the lightning and use it to double or treble the power of his Push.
But, that would be unsporting. Instead, he caught the lightning on the blade of his saber, drew his revolver, and tried to shoot Inky in the face with a single, well-aimed bullet.
"I know Star Wars technically counts as a Disney movie these days, but I am so not breaking out into song about your manliness," he quipped.
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 19:50:14 GMT -8
Oh thank god the pressure was gone. He fell on his face as the bullet whistled over his head. He could feel the wind. He didn't feel like having a literal window into his mind. He was a little sad that Whilly shenanigans' were frowned upon, seeing as he too hadn't been fired, but had retired twice. He quickly pushed himself to his feet, calling his saber back to his hand.
"Oh Thank Bogan. Your singing voice is bloody atrocious."
He broke in to a run as he spoke, charging the talking Cell Tower, blades at the ready.
"You get 5G in that chassis?"
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 20:06:09 GMT -8
"Bruh, 5G causes COVID."
The smart thing to do would have been to fall back, and let Inky come to him. Eralam's dueling chassis was well suited to protracted engagements. The armor was tougher, the sensors were better, and the reaction times were quicker than what most were used to dealing with. But, if Eralam always chose the smart option, he probably wouldn't have been fighting against Iniquitous in the first place.
Instead, he leapt forward, bringing his saber down in a brutal, two handed swing that could bifurcate a small VSE tavern. Since small in those terms would rival a cathedral in most major religions, it was safe to say that the strike had raw power in spades, far more than the old and busted chassis the Shard used to roam around with could bring to bear. He knew that, if he made it past this round, he'd probably have to bring back the old one for the sake of fairness, but when you fight the best, you bring your best. And so, as the two charged forwards, if Inky tried to block the strike in the traditional manner, there was a decent chance he'd learn a very valuable lesson: lightsabers hurt like a sonofabitch.
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 19, 2020 20:30:04 GMT -8
There was nothing Traditional about this man. He waited until the absolute last second, and as the overhand strike came down, he used Eralams own momentum to his advantage. And almost gentle block with his left blade, dropped his shoulder and crouched under the charge. He used a small amount of the Force when he stood, and with his right arm and sholder, attempted to launch the Robot Ninja (tm) up into the air with his immense physical strength. He hoped this would work. Not really sure what he would do after though. I am sure I will come up with something......
"No, that's WiFi"
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Post by eralam on Dec 19, 2020 20:48:40 GMT -8
A normal humanoid would have been thrown arse over teakettle, especially without the Force to aid them in sticking the landing. Eralam was a good hundred kilos heavier than average, and what's more, this was what he had been waiting for. Well, not precisely. He was rather hoping that his exposed lower legs would bait Inky into a saber strike. The armor there was sufficient to withstand casual blows, and the presented would have given him free reign to try to carve out Inky's spine.
What actually happened was altogether more unconventional, if no less spectacular to watch. Instead of going flying, the Shard was effectively hefted into an accidental fireman's carry. That would have been interesting enough had he not immediately tried to clamp down on his opponent's shoulder by violently bending at the waist, bringing crushing force to bear against the joint between his own distressingly less spectacular thighs and the armored cuirass that served as his abs. Because the scene wasn't homoerotic enough, the now inverted Eralam flipped his lightsaber around, and attempted to shove it firmly up the now exposed backside of Iniquitous, the blow aimed upwards towards the heart from below.
Eralam knew he was in a very delicate position. If his opponent's back was exposed, so was his, and if he wasn't thrown clear, they could do a lot of damage to each other in short order.
"I thought WiFi was cancer. Damn, but it's hard to keep all these conspiracies straight."
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Post by Deadniquitous on Dec 20, 2020 21:03:32 GMT -8
last time he checked, he only needed one hole in his arse. As such, when he felt the tell tale pain of his shoulder about to be permanently joined with his stomach by Eralams no less impressive robotic abs, chest and groin, he expended yet another blast of the Force, channeling it through his right hand and left shoulder. Years of training in the art of Telekinetic Fighting allowed him to use the rather unorthodox move. his main goal was to launch the Aggressive Telephone Booth off his body and into the crates 40 feet behind them. He was 100 percent sure his fancy coat was about to get ruined, and his butt puckered just in case...
"No, you're right. 5G is Covid. WiFi is cancer, and Masks cut off our oxygen, causing CO2 poisoning..."
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Post by eralam on Dec 22, 2020 19:31:11 GMT -8
Eralam had no intention of allowing himself to be diverted from his attack. But, having briefly expended his Force potential, he had no metaphysical way of countering Inky's push. So, he decided that if he was to go flying, he might as well bring his target with him. His legs splayed out and tried to wrap themselves around Inky's torso, the knees seeking to lock themselves under the armpits, bringing to bear the sort of strength and precision normally associated with industrial equipment.
There was no reason Inky couldn't throw the Shard across the room, but by the same token, there was no reason the Shard couldn't take Inky with him. He had more clamping power in his lower body than most beings had in their entire lives, and when he set his mind to it, he could be a Stage 5 Clinger. If all went well, there was no need to alter his plan of attack. The lightsaber drew ever closer to its target, driven with as much speed and power as a sophisticated hydraulic system could manage.
"They say that bacon can cause ass cancer. I'll check for polyps while I'm up there."
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Post by Deadniquitous on Jan 10, 2021 16:50:47 GMT -8
Apparently his initial block of the Buttack didn't work, and as he force pushed up, he felt Eralam clench ever so slightly, enough to exert a grip on his upper body that allowed him to be propelled into the air as well. He pulled his left arm in close, his blade snapping off. He jammed the emitter into the side of the Shard and hit the on switch, pushing off with his legs so as to remain in as much control of the now oddly weighted back flip as he could. If I could remember even one fifth of the Force Powers at his control, I would probably come up with something cooler, but for now, this is going to have to do. As such, he tucked his legs up and around the legs of the Flat Screen with Sentience, and hoped for the best. The landing would be awkward at best.....
"Could you? been awhile since I have seen the doctor.....Maybe check for my head too. been told it's firmly planted"
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Post by Adi on Feb 5, 2021 21:59:03 GMT -8
Ok, so....since everyone knows that Inky is all the characters, and everyone on JvS, Inky wins!! OK, OK, OK, I know, that was a full-on joke. Now, on to the ACTUAL judgment. Disclaimer: The first line is A JOKE. You know, a joke? Funny? Haha? No? Mmmk.
First things first, you both gave a very fitting, and beautiful, tribute to Bestial....I wholeheartedly feel he would have loved it as well. I just hope I can do half as well as he would have on this judgment.
Guys, I wanted MORE. This was a great fight, albeit waaaay too short for my liking. The banter is all I expected, but Im doing what most judges tend to not do with this one....judge it on its own merits. Im going old school, not worrying about technicalities or all that jazz. This will be done as it should be.
Eralam, the RoboNinja(tm) was in decent fighting form. Loved how you did the new dueling chassis, and that damn colt? I wanted to break it myself, but only because its so damn effective. Inky was right to go after it first, and your movement away was a great defense without burning force power. Speaking of, even not worrying about how much you used? It was well written, and well within reason. (That goes for you as well, Inks. Ill get to that later). Your moves showed the intentional ring rust, which was also a very nice touch. You landed a couple of solid hits, and your description of how you moved was spot on, and easily understood, even for my dumb ass. Your grip on the old man's shoulder with your torso and legs was ingenious. The one thing I loved about this fight...and the way you write the Shard, is how you are so aggressive by being defensive.
Inky, the old man had a great showing here for you as well. You took the initiative early on, and tried to get that revolver away from Eralam...smartest move Ive seen from anyone who has fought the robotic swiss army knife. You were aggressive, right up until Dace tried to sweep the leg out from under Era. This was where the initiative shifted, and quickly. By landing the hit, you actually seemed to do more damage to yourself than to Eralam, and thats where things started to shift. You seemed to kinda lose steam afterward. Taking the shot to the gut, even just the crease, would have caused some decent bleeding. (Not saying you didnt take proper damage or anything) and that is where having more of the duel might have hurt you more. Your force use was, like Era's, well-written, and not overpowered. Not only that, but it was some pretty ingenious uses, might I add. With every attempted hit, though, Eralam seemed to use the defensive to gain the offensive.
That being said, I am awarding the win to Eralam. Between the bullet creasing Ink's torso, and the clamp down of the shoulder, he just seemed to hold the initiative better, and control the flow of the fight. While other judges may cringe when they are assigned to judge you guys, I actually looked forward to it. Its ALWAYS entertaining, and I immensely enjoyed the back and forth between the two of you. Era just seemed to have more in the way of damage dealt, and initiative held. If there would have been more, perhaps this would have gone another way, but from what I have here, The RoboNinja emerges victorious.
ANYTIME you guys want me to judge for you, I would be honored. Thank you for allowing me to judge this one!!
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