Syren
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Post by Syren on Apr 29, 2013 13:50:44 GMT -8
Anything that you have seen in Star Wars "A New Hope," The Empire Strikes Back, and The Return of the Jedi, Force powers, tech, laws of physics goes in this training area. Grudgingly, tech, powers, and physics from Episodes I, II, and III are acceptable only because they are visually stunning...
Ok, the rules are whatever things show up in the 6 episodic movies goes. Please refrain from reaching into the EU, the cartoons, or video games. Example: movie physics allows for both Anakin and Obi-Wan to maintain a solid state of matter, without bursting into flame while floating down a river of lava on a planet covered entirely by volcanic activity, breathing normally, and exerting themselves with no problem for at least 10 minutes, one of them even walks away barely breathing hard! Now, we may not be Obi-Wan and Anakin, but movie physics allows for pretty crazy things. In the real world, both would have succumbed to sulfur dioxide poisoning, (at the least), within several minutes. Please, try to keep the physics in a realm between movie crazy and realistic since we are no Kenobi or Skywalker.
If it appeared in the movies, you can do it or use it. Character species allowances are dependent on what the fighters agree upon. Challenger decides on terrain and location.
These are the basic nuts and bolts of the rules. Have fun.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Apr 30, 2013 9:15:07 GMT -8
Okay, Sy. How about Death Star, Palpy's throne room?
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Post by Syren on Apr 30, 2013 9:27:05 GMT -8
*You enter the room to find a square, illuminated room, at the very back you see the throne of Palpatine, the seat of the emporer of the Galactic empire. The old man sits, his frail fingers tapping together, his yellow and red eye resting upon you both. Behind him the depths of space reach out into infinity. Each time you land a blow on your opponent the Emporer will hiss words of encouragement, or laugh maniacally.*
~via Targus, Lord of Hair, Big Wheel of the VSE. May his hair always be perfectly coiffed and may he rest for all his days a midst the cucumber fields.
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Post by Corr on Apr 30, 2013 10:31:06 GMT -8
The elevator hissed to a stop and,with a tired sounding sigh, the door opened allowing Corr to step forward into the throne room of the man himself. Even more eviler than Skeletor, the head of the Galactic Empire stared down at the armour-clad figure of Corr Bas'ur. He was Corr Bas'ur in this incarnation. Gone was the Beskar'Gam, being an EU addition. His armour was standard durasteel, sturdy but not as near-impenetrable as the Mandalorian Iron he usually wore. Gone too was his ability with the Force. No Mando commanded such a thing in the film and so neither would Corr. Luckily this Corr would no little difference as he peered through the T-Shaped visor up the steps at the wizened figure on the through. At each hip were his twin blasters and, sheathed to his left, alongside the sidearm there, was his beskad. Actually, it deserved not the name having been made of mere durasteel though it was styled the same. Lastly, clutched in his right-hand, was a Lightsaber of unknown origin, unlit for now.
It is doubtful that my esteemed colleague knew how much this little scenario would limit my character, and if so kudos. I certainly never thought about it until I sat down to write and went "Oh shit". Still, this should be awesome fun and I'm eager to crack on within.
With a grating, mechanical sounding growl, Corr stalked towards the steps and began to ascend.
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Post by Syren on May 1, 2013 10:35:53 GMT -8
Syren did not particularly approve of their audience as she entered from an antechamber off to the side of the throne room. The old man leered down like a lecherous old nerf from atop his throne. Yellow teeth bared in a smile, more like a snarl and wrinkled flesh pooling against his jowls and chin. She did not quite shiver, but the Emperor was unsettling.
She adjusted her soft leather gloves and gave a small glance to her opponent, sizing him up. Black had seemed the appropriate attire for the duel's setting, she appeared almost a shadow except for the extreme white of her face glowing in the gloom of the throne room. She rested her hands against her hips, close to her lightsabers and gave her armored opponent a nod of her head. The shaggy, green mop of hair pulled back into a more manageable bobbed ponytail wobbled as the motion tried to unsettle it.
Her eyes cast about the chamber, trying to get a feel for the room, but the dark was deep. Instead her eyes turned back to the bounty hunter, and settled on one of his blasters at his hip. She remained silent as she reached out with her left hand, as she pulled on the Force, she made an attempt to tug the blaster away from him.
She wanted to test his reflexes, as well as get the ranged weapons out of the fight early on. Or maybe just use one to silence the cackling fool on the dais.
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Post by Corr on May 2, 2013 13:00:20 GMT -8
He watched with eyes narrowed behind the softly glowing green visor as his opponent revealed herself, frown marring his forehead as he struggled to place her species. Humanoid but nothing he could put a name too. His helmets database also seemed to be struggling, the rolls of data, from heart rate to physical specifics scrolling across his view at such a rate he turned the thing off with a double eye blink. He was about to comment, some witty remark or another seemed appropriate, when she acted, forgoing any preamble to their confrontation.
Her hand shot out towards him and he braced himself for some sort of mystical attack. He'd been waiting for her to go for a weapon so was rather surprised when the hand shot out empty. He was equally surprised when his right blaster leaped out of its holster of its own accord, fleeing the snug bed in which it had slept as if terrified of remaining in place...
The blaster flew from his side, twisting lazily through the air towards the black-clad woman's outstretched hand. Reacting with the speed of a trained killer Corr's left hand shot down to his left hip as he turned to face her fully. With a smooth motion he seized and drew his sidearm and leveled it at his foe. By the time the fleeing blaster had covered half the distance between them he was aiming and firing. He was by no means as fast with his left hand as he was with his right but it was still impressively fast. Likewise the accuracy of his left wasn't quite as good as his right. Still... with the lightsaber clutched in the right hand he was grateful she had seized the weapon she had.
Twitching his finger he released three crimson bolts towards her, the first blazing towards her pale face. The second was lower, aimed towards her throat. The last thundered straight toward her center of mass, just below the solar plexus. The first was a kill shot but, considering the speed of the draw, as well as the use of his inferior hand, would be hard pressed to hit. The second would be closer, him having used the first as a guide. The last was the banker, making sure to be on target to hit her body somewhere even if not a bullseye for where he was aiming.
He had stopped walking as she appeared and stood facing her at the bottom of the steps, Palpaines throne to his left, leering down at the two of them, yellowed eyes blazing.
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter".....