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Interested in trying something of a tournament of sorts, a kind of alias rundown.

 

A ladder of my aliases against another RPer's aliases (Or maybe a tag team). Judges TBD, but if an RPer gets defeated, another can jump in at the same place.

Have something fun in mind for Duel #6, though that opponent shall remain a surprise (SNK fighting game fans may have an inkling).

 

  • 1) fuzzy_ewok (2 post duel).
    Location: Forest Moon of Endor.
     
    2) Ganelon of Seneferia (2 post duel).
    Location: Golden Link Casino
     
    3) Cyrion [KVC's protocol droid] (3 post duel)
    Location: Midsengard
     
    4) Vladimir Faust (3 post duel)
    Location: Coruscant Memorial, Upper Chapel
     
    5) Malin Kyrell (3 post duel)
    Location: Jedi Temple, Coruscant
     
    6) ???????? (3 post duel?)
    Location: ????

 

Any takers?

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Basically, you work out with someone else who you want to duel with what characters and where the duel takes place. Once it's concluded, you can have anyone give the ruling. (Doesn't have to be a mod.)

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((Wyvernfall, you can take the first crack. I'll set up this post just to introduce our demented Ewok challenger. If you want to take the next post to set up yours, we can get this started properly.))

 

On the temperate, forest covered surface of Endor's aptly named Forest Moon, there moved an Ewok. The Ewok's name was Willet Wolly, and it ambled along through the thick undergrowth. It dressed itself in the traditional Ewok gear of a leather hood and kind of tunic, but on closer inspection, something was horribly, horribly wrong. The "leather" had a brittle quality, its color subtle hints of what sentient species it belonged to. The Ewok's large, teddy-bear eyes were bloodshot and specs of foam seemed to fleck from its mouth. The Ewok carried in one hand an absurdly large battle-axe, something that at first glance he should not have been able to carry, especially in one hand,. Given developments in alloys and metal strength though, the Ewok wielded the weapon that was more at home in the hands of a Gamorrean with ease, swinging it around just to hear it swish in the air. In his left paw, was the severed leg of Evan Blacksun, being waved around like a cross between a club and grisly trophy. A powerful explosive hung on its belt. Not his weapon of choice as he wasn't able to claim a thermal detonator from his latest victim, but a powerful incendiary grenade.

 

"Cahuta! Cahuta! Woot! Woot! !"

 

[Translation: I smell blood! Human blood! I shall feast on its marrow!]

 

With a gleeful cackle, the little Ewok took off in the human's direction, letting out its battle cry.

 

"CLUB CLUB COMMANDER!"

 

((Intro post))

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Feldstar Gik, the massive Herglic with skin the color of an approaching sea storm moved much more gracefully through the woods of the Forest Moon of Endor than one would think for someone of his size (1,000 lbs and nearly 9 feet tall). If truth be told, a sense of peace threatened to envelope the CoreSec Officer, a peace that he would welcomely embrace if he had not been sent to the small out of the way moon. What his mission was, well that would be telling wouldn't it?

 

Feldstar was not sure why he needed to be undercover, but he was. He had parked his heavily customized swoopand set out on foot once the trees had gotten to thick for him to comfortably zip around and between; which was saying something given his size. As his booted feet softly crunched the dead undergrowth, Feldstar heard the faint squeaky cries of what could only be an indigenous lifeform.

 

Pausing, he squinted through the undergrowth, his hand sliding under his leather vest and gripping the handle,of his customized DL-44. The remainder of his outfit was black leather swooper garb, complete with armored plates sewn in over vital areas as well as along his limbs. His vest had a flaming Nemoidian skull in a sickly green on the back, encircled by an orange ring of flame-The logo of the now defunct CoreSec controlled undercover swooper gang, The Burnin' Nemoids.

 

As he looked towards the shouting, he noted a small furry bear-like being that reminded him of a larger version of the stuffed toys many children, regardless of race or religion, slept with at night to void off the fears of lonliness. A smile slowlt spread across at the little running furball's sight.

 

"Why hello there little fellow," he began as he squated, trying unsuccessfully to lower himself to the shorter being's height, only pausing when he noticed the bloodshot eyes, flecks of foam flying from his shouting mouth, and, obviously, the obscenely large axe...."erm.... he groaned as he squinted one eye, trying to quickly judge the scene unfolding before him, standing back up and stepping back so he was partially obscured behind a tree, pulling his DL-44 and letting it dangle by his side.

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Willet paused, studying the giant before him as he was addressed, his large, bloodshot eyes eying the Herglic before him. He lowed his axe as well as Evan Blacksun's severed leg, slowly waddling closer. As best Willet could remember in his patch, maddened mind, he'd never eaten one of whatever that thing was before.

 

"Club club commander!" he calls, then with no finesse, no strategy, and nothing other than sheer rabid brutality (and possibly rabid rabies), he lifts the axe and severed leg up, and run on at full speed, a simple attack to charge at the alien before him and cut him in twain. Willet considered that plan genius in its simplicity as he moved with surprising speed to close the distance, intending on a straight down chop to end this fight in a hurry. Anything after that as just for fun. He saw the dangling blaster pistol, but figured he'd be crunching and munching on its wielder before it could be fired.

 

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Feldstar, our undercover Herglic CoreSec officer w not entirely surprised as the small furry being before him gave what had to equate to a battle cry and charged straight at him. Even when undercover, some things just come naturally. To any CoreSec officer who has undergone bimonthly combat training on top of standard CoreSec combat training, when be or she is attacked by another being, be they small and hairy or large and warty giant, said Officer falls back o the best training money can't buy.

 

Stepping backwards from the tree, he quickly levelled his blaster towards the Ewok. His well used DL-44 steadily held in both hands, Feldstar squeezed off three rounds in quick conescutive succession. The red bolts tore from the end of his blaster as the sound of the blaster reverberated faintly off the mass of surrounding trees. Following the second it took him to squeeze off the rounds, Feldstar took two steps sideways in an effort to mostly obscure himself from the charging furball should his blasts not have their desired impact.

 

Behind the tree, he was prepared to engage the much smaller thing in hand-to-hand combat. He hoped his bigger size would enable him to easily crush his newfound opponent.

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One thing that most officer training had was to shoot for the center of mass. It made sense as it ensured a better chance of hitting the target as well as optimizing the stopping power of one's blast.

 

Fortunately, being a diminutive Ewok meant having a very small center of mass and once Willet realized the big likely tasty alien was going to fire at him, he lowered his axe protectively. The axe was not a lightsaber, it was not Sith Steel or anything that could reflect blaster bolts. It was enough to take the first shot that would have hit him though, the metal heating up red in a split second before breaking into blazing hot shards, all but exploding in the Ewok's paws. It also gave Willet the time he needed to close the distance as he chucked the burning axe at his opponent and then leapt at him in its wake.

 

Many might question the wisdom of a tiny Ewok taking on a Herglic. Some might point out that an Ewok was physically no match.

 

Such words were lost on Willet, who was crazy and launched himself up as best he could toward's the Herglic's face, claws out, his tiny, sharp foam-fleck teeth open wide, eyes brimming with a bestial madness. Against a human, those claws and fangs would rend flesh down to the skull if Willet had his way. How would Feldstar fare?

 

"Aruta! Aruta! Yok!"

 

[Translation: I require your face!]

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The axe practically exploded as it impacted the tree Feldstar was ducking behind. Thankfully, trees were more solidmthan many sentients throughout the galaxy. In that moment, and for only that moment the herglic was safe, safe that is until the small furry beast rounded the tree airborn towards Feldstar's face. It was quite obvious by now that not only did this beast intend him harm. As the small beast's claws raked across the tip of his nose, drawing small trails of blood, Feldstar contimued to let his CoreSec training take over. Instead of ducking back and away, the much larger Herglic, ignoring the pain, and hoping that whatever disease this furry beast had was not contagious, drove his face down and his forhead sharply forward in an effort to slam his much larger dome into the small monster.

 

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((And at this point, for a 2 post duel, it'd be concluded. Since you're the challenger, any preferences on who you'd want to rule on the duel?))

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((Gotcha. I kinda figured. As for referee, I am open to anyone really. I am new enough to notmhave any grudges yet ))

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Feldstar Gik vs Willet the Fuzzy Ewok:

 

I liked what I saw in this fight. Willet had limited options for taking on such a lumbering foe and opted for a straightforward charge true to character.

 

Feldstar had a good first duel. I like that you conceded some damage in the second post and refrained from posting any hits. These are the fundamentals of good dueling -- fairness towards your opponent. Grammar doesn't need to be perfect in duels as it's somewhat secondary to making yourself understood, but I think if I had to point to one thing that would make your posts read a bit nicer is if you ran them through a good spellchecker before hitting submit.

 

Ultimately, I just don't see Willet and his simplistic tactics taking down a Herglic CoreSec officer. Using his superior size and physical might, Feldstar's tactics in post #2 should be sufficient to squish his diminutive foe into Ewok paste.

 

Feldstar Gik wins. Looking forward to reading the next fight!

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Chaos erupted around the Golden Link Casino, sabacc cards flying around as tables overturned, wheels and chips spinning and flying about as panicked clouds started to flee. The Seneferian nobleman stood back against the counter of one of the Link's bars, watching the scene through his orange eyes with a sense of cold calculation. A forcepike disguised as a cane was tucked under one arm, his sporting blaster hanging loosely off to his side. He carried his poison of choice in the other hand, a shot glass full of high end Corellian whisky, the bottle in the other hand. Hired as a troubleshooter given his past history at the Link by certain business rivals, Ganelon had been asked to create a disruption as cover for a heist. HIs hands were perfectly clean, his outsourced muscle dispersed to other parts of the casino. In fact, it looked like the whole place was all but empty of his goons, the Link's security and patrons alike.

 

As silence settled in, the blue skinned alien's eyes gazed over at challenger, a Herglic by the looks of him. Had someone figured out his little role in this incident? Inside his mouth, his long tongue flicked against the roof, its paralytic agent coating it on the ready.

 

"Ahhh," he began, sipping his whisky. "Figured it out I suppose?" he asked in a smooth refined voice, openly holding out the shot glass and bottle, very clearly unarmed despite the blaster openly within easy reach. "I don't suppose I could ask you to look the other way? I'm just a contractor in this sorry little affair. Or is this going to start getting unpleasant?" he asked, not having moved an inch from the counter.

 

((Intro post, First post of the duel is yours))

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The Golden Link Casino:

It finally was happening. Months of undercover work by countless CoreSec officers culminated I this moment. As the final patrons, staff, and other goons rushed from the casino floor they were quickly and quietly (mostly) picked up by waiting CoreSec operatives stationed throughout the perimeter.

The floor of the casino was a practical disaster with tables, sabacc cards, drinks and other gambling equipment strewn about. Truth be told, the only thing missing from the disaster that was the casino were the innumerable amounts of credits that should be strewn about; and the lights, any good heist should kill the power. With that, the overhead lights flickered and in an instant the banks of bright warm lights and neon accents throughout the casino flickered and died. For an instant the entire interior was bathed in pitch inky blackness before the emergency lighting kicked in washing the casino floor in a mixture of pale red glow and elongated shadows.

Across the casino from the bar, Feldstar Gik, clothed in his standard CoreSec uniform complete with Flak vest watched the one remaining being on the floor, a blue-skinned alien. Standing there half bathed in shadows, Feldstar listened to the being speak. As the being finished, Feldstar nodded, ”Well, you could just come quietly,” he responded, slowly drawing the DL-44 at his side and pointing it at Ganelon, held in both hands, combined with a small but powerful flashlight, in true CoreSec agent form. Stepping so as to provide himself with maximum cover while still being able to clearly see the being before him and keep him in his sights, he spoke again, ”Your move.”

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Ganelon moved the moment he saw the CoreSec agent try to draw his blaster, his orange eyes picking up the familiar movements in the casino's dim lighting. He threw his back as flat as he could against the counter and kicked, sliding backwards in a very inelegant fashion to give himself some cover behind the bar. Lamentable discarded, his drink and the bottle fell to the ground with a crash. What a waste! He crashed into a shelf behind the bar, shoulders sliding into a bottles of moderately prices spirits and glasses, then slid down, landing with an audible thump on his backside. He heard the offer to surrender and shook his head.

 

"Sorry old boy, but being arrested is bad for business," he calls, moving to draw his blaster with one hand, the other groping about on the floor. "I don't suppose I could interest you in a cut of the profits? 10%, plus whatever can be retrieved off the floor here?" he asks, even as he grabs another bottle of spirits. Instead of drinking it, he lobs it over the counter at the CoreSec agent, going for his general direction. Several more bottles keep flying at the officer and he hears them crash, though Ganelon couldn't tell if they hit or not. Even proximity might be good enough for what he needed. He was not getting paid enough to fight a CoreSec officer personally.

 

"I'd really rather not fight you," he calls again, taking a deep breath, having exhausted most of his impromptu arsenal, readying his sporting blaster for a shot over the counter if needed. "but I will defend myself!"

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Feldstar winced, albeit slightly, at the sight and more so the sound of so many beverages crashing to the floor as his quarry hit the wall and slid out of sight, cursing under his breath, he carefully moved forward, blaster pointed at the bar as his eyes swept back and forth, as did his flashlight, more machine than being, acting on countless hour upon hour of combat experience. The glint of his flashlight was the only alert to the first improvised projectile flying towards him. Even in the chaotic casino, he was able to easily sidestep the first bottle of spirits, which crashed with the sound of breaking glass beside him, splashing up on his once clean finely pressed uniform pants. His luck wasn't going to hold out, for his quarry had seemed to think that a game of lob-the-liquor was a good idea, in truth, he wasn't 100% wrong. The Casino, even with it's vaulted ceilings was still designed for humanoid sized beings, not 1000 pound walking whales. Ducking, Feldstar pressed forward, wincing when a bottle connected with his cranium or limb; thankfully those that managed to strike him in his back, as he ducked the best he could and pressed forward, were deflected, mostly, by his vest. Although, those that did break on contact with his skin quickly ran down between his flak vest and skin, soaking his uniform and enveloping him in the sickly smell of a dozen different drinks from just as many different worlds.

 

Nearing the bar, but still not close enough to see over it, he heard the being speak, something about not wanting to fight him; despite his attack of intoxication inducing imbibements. With his custimozed DL-44 with over-enlarged handholds held before him, Feldstar flicked his flashlight with a deft twist of his wrist, sending it rolling at a slight angle along the counter away from him, the light playing off the walls and remaining bottles shelved behind the bar. With any luck it would serve as a distraction and draw out his quarry.

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Ganelon waited until the CoreSec agent was closer. He could hear the footsteps approach and knew he was in trouble. He was in a straight up fair fight, which the wily Seneferian knew would end badly for him. He was running out of time to launch his counter attack, knowing once the agent was able to reach the bar it was game over, which likely meant arrest, a long hospital stay, or hoping that the flash imprint he'd made of his consciousness at the cloners wasn't too out of date. When had he backed that up anyways? Well, he'd played a variant of this particular attack before with some success. He could only hope it'd work against the officer.

 

"Here goes," he whispers under his breath, grabbing one last bottle, pausing when he was originally going after an aged 20 year scotch. That would be a waste he realized and diverted his hand at the last second for some cheap, but potent looking whisky. He drew his blaster and tossed that up into the air, steeling his nerves. He had to make this one shot count. The bottle flew up over the counter and Ganelon fired, his blaster bolt breaking the bottle apart with a resounding crack and instanly igniting the alcohol within. The fiery liquid sprayed out, an impromptu Molotov cocktail that burst out, some of the flames even singeing Ganelon as they blew back. By itself it likely wouldn't have done too much damage, but if enough of the other earlier bottles hit the Herglic, he'd go up like a lightsaber once the alcohol drenching him caught fire.

 

Not waiting around to see if it worked, Ganelon, rolled onto all fours and tried to scramble out of there using the bar as cover still, his hand grabbing the 20 year old bottle of scotch on the way. Either he'd be drinking to his health far away from here or taking a last swig as a free man for a while. While the attack wasn't likely to be fatal or even outright incapacitate, hopefully it would take out the Herglic long enough to allow him to get away.

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Feldstar Gik vs Ganelon of Seneferia --

 

I really enjoyed this read. Feldstar's first post had a few formatting and grammar issues that can are easily overcome by some of the very solid writing that followed. Ganelon's characterization was good fun as well. Not all that complex, but with only a couple short posts, more than sufficient to give the duel some flair beyond the tactical actions.

 

Ultimately tactical actions have to decide the outcome of this duel. Ganelon executed very well on a two-post combo that used his surroundings very effectively. Feldstar, meanwhile, although I like the ingenuity of the flashlight trick, didn't really do much of anything else, nor did he post a single attack. While it would have been nice to see Ganelon at least acknowledge the flashlight, it's likely that his attack would have played out the same way regardless of whether he fell for it, given the copious amounts of alcohol covering nearly every surface in the vicinity.

 

Herglics are tough, and the attack might not be lethal, but it's sufficient. The winner is Ganelon of Seneferia. I look forward to seeing more from both of you.

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Ganelon scurried away, making a beeline for the hangar. He panted for breath as he left the casino behind, passing out of the clearly marked exit, trying to get to his ship in the hangar. At this point, he was more than willing to leave his hired muscle to their fate and meet up later.

 

((Any additional challengers and the like, repeat or not, are welcome))

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