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Heh, here we go. Black scanned the room, looking over who was who, everyone's position, noting weaponry. He found that the best thing he had on his side right now, besides his marksmanship that is, was surprise. Everyone seemed well at ease. Black pulled out his last cigarette, preparing to enjoy it to it's last. He lit it and let the smoke dwell in his lungs for a second, letting the burning in his chest wake him up. His last cigarette was gone rather quickly. He exhaled with a sigh. "Well damn...Let's keep this honorable, shall we?" With a show of grace not born with but honed through years of training, Black extended his right revolver from the holster up his sleeve, bending his right arm to the left to point Hell at Canderous' right side. They had been leaning against the same wall the whole time they had been here, and Black's body had prevented Canderous from seeing what Black had been doing fully. Black pulled the trigger of his monstrous hand canon, letting loose a thunderous boom. The problem with Mandalorian Armor, which Black found out through his extensive study of his father's armor, was that instead of complete body protection, it consisted of a series of plates covering vital areas throughout the body. The flaw was that areas considered non vital, the ribs for example, were left covered by mere armorweave. The bullet found it's way to Canderous' side, only stopping through a combination of the said armorweave and a rib or so breaking. He heard the mandalorian's shock and pain through a grunt as he stumbled to catch himself. Black took the opportunity and grabbed his neck with his free left hand, holding him in place. He pushed Canderous forward just enough to allow himself to wedge himself between Canderous and the wall, bringing the but of his gun with him to meet the right side of Canderous' helmet, leaving a serious dent and most likely a slight ringing in Canderous' ear. He kept his left hand on his prey's neck, holding him in place while readying his poison dart launcher located on his left wrist with a distinct flick of the wrist. "Move a muscle and this dart goes straight to your neck. And I assure you, unlike my bullets, they will make it through that thin layer of armorweave standing between it and you."

"The prize isn't necessarily everyone's armor." Black said through a cloud of smoke. He dropped the cigarette and snuffed it out with boot. "The prize is yet unknown, but that doesn't really matter now does it?" He reached for his pack, noting the lightness of it and decided to put it back in his pocket for a change. "The terms of entering this contest at all is that on the grounds that you lose, you give up your armor. In exchange, you will gain the great honor of defeating your enemies and I'm sure some fancy trinket, should you win." Black pulled out his two revolvers, Heaven and Hell, checking the archaic looking pistols over before the fight. The sights were fine, they were fully loaded, and the barrels were brand new. He was good to go. He re holstered them, crossing his arms in anticipation and leaned back against the wall.

Black lowered his voice to a casual whisper. It didn't appear that he was hiding anything, merely directing a straight tone at Raden. "After the tournament I'll take you three some place safe. We may have to leave your ships somewhere. Change the I.D. signature and sell them probably. I know of a place we can go remote enough it will be some time before we're found. By that time the bounty should drop below the radar of any good bounty hunters." Black finished his cigarette and pulled out another one, anxious for the tournament to start. One left. Damn. "But before that, I got a job I'll need your guys' help with. We should be well out of harms way, but I'll need absolute devotion for this." He looked straight into the mandalorian's visor, almost through it to his eyes. Black lit his second to last cigarette. Things were about to get tense. He could feel it. Am I sure this is the path I wish to take? Once I start here I can't turn back. He looked at Canderous from the corner of his eye. He heard Jaden refer to him earlier. I remember Mandalore being taller. A smirk reached Black's lips as he silently chuckled. The fun was about to start.

Black accepted the handshake and returned it. Standard three pump and release. The way men shake hands. He hit his cigarette again and was disappointed at how quick it was going. "Ordo, huh? Maybe you remember me? Name's Ki Ordo. Those who know me call me Black. I was exiled a while back." He gave a suspicious look at Canderous. Were you there, when I was stripped of my father's armor and sent away? Did you stand at the side looking at me with mixed feelings of pity and understanding, or were you glad I left? It's been so long. I had almost forgotten the day.

"Yeah? How else am I supposed to die?" He looked over and gave Canderous a smile, easily done without the traditional helmet. "And what clan would you stem from brother?" Black heard the comm from Raden and ignored it for the time being. If they've landed, they'll figure out where to go. Black looked dismally at what was left of his pack. He wished he had picked up more before he left. Maybe they have some here. He jerked the pack upward and caught the flying cigarette on his lips, lighter ready where the end of the cigarette was. With a flick of the wrist, the lid opened and it was lit.

Black landed, already trying to work himself into a focus you only get on the eve of a great battle. He knew something big was up, he could feel it in the air. A tension was in the air, like a storm on the edge of the horizon. He found himself escorted into large room with metal floors and walls, save for some transparasteel windows here and there. So, we're to be on display are we? Black leaned against the far was and lit up a cigarette, taking note on how few he had left. It would not be good if he ran out.

His Majesty, Emperor Black Real Name: Ki Ordo Nickname: Black Age: 24 Species: Pariah Height: 6' 2" Weight: 185 lb Hair: Black Eyes: Dark Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Kuar Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Clothing: Loose, Black pants. Black shirt. Black Trench Coat (see below), Round Oval Black Hat, Black tinted rimless glasses. Weapons: 2x 8 shot custom revolvers (see below) 2x Model MSD-32 Disruptor Pistols 2x Mandalorian Heavy Blasters 1x wrist mounted Dart Launcher (tranq darts) 1x Modified Flechette Shotgun (see below) 1x Chainaxe (see below) Misc. Extra AmmunitionNon-Force User Inventory: Comlink (ear piece), credstick, Small pack of Synth-Skin, Rebreather, Wrist mounted grapple. 4 pairs of stun cuffs. 1x Lighter, 1x Pack of Cigarettes. Possessions: Ship-Trushot, 22-b Nightfalcon Speeder Bike ******************************************* Black's Trench Coat - Sleeves of the coat hang two inches lower than usual, hiding half of Ki's hands. The diameter of the cuffs of the sleeves extend two inches out farther than they should, and the sleeve telescopes to his elbow where it is a normal fit. There are several small pockets in the lining of the coat to fit ammunition in. Armor wise it equated to Spider silk armor for it's several layers of spider silk on the interior. The spider silk made it resist and sometimes reflect blaster bolts. Spider silk was also often know to resist vibroblades to some extent. It also had a flak lining that gave slight protection from shrapnel and small solid high velocity objects. ******************************************* Custom Revolvers - Black understands the mechanics behind slugthrowers and has created these himself. The guns are in 14" in length. In contrast to most slugthrowers, Ki has modified these guns to make more sound. Instead of the barely audible sound of the electromagnets in the gun being activated, these make a thunderous "bang". Ki has also increased the power to the electromagnets in the revolvers, increasing the speed of the projectiles exponentially. The guns have been named Heaven and Hell. Hell is black and looks rather worn while Heaven is highly polished silver and appears new. Modified Flechette Shotgun - The shotgun's barrel has been cut down severely. It is now short enough to be held with one hand. This also expands the area of spray. Happy The Chain Axe - Rather self explainatory, it's a massive axe with a chainsaw instead of the normal blade. Made of phrik.