Cerulean Fox

Fox wondered into the Imperial supply requisitions office, finding the black suited officer behind the counter and handing him a datapad with a list of things he needed, along with the account number for that same large sum of money he'd just gained. The supply officer fumbled with it, fighting a sense of incredulity and general distrust of the Mandalorian. That same distrust however, oddly melted into fear as he asked what he wanted, and the red visor just stared back at him with a cold, heartless glare. In a few moments an irrational fear of dismemberment led him to just smile and nod, taking the order and having it filled without further question. Fox in turn sat down on a chair right in front of him, taking the time while the supply officer gathered his things to clean his rifle.

Fox acknowledge the incoming landing permissions, directing himself to his scheduled docking bay and lowering the cargo bay door for the Imperials to retrieve the cargo themselves. Fox himself exited the ship with a datapad in his grip, directing the transfer of his credits and using the local network to negotiate the purchase of upgrades and additional armor for himself. Having experienced his first Jedi, he had plans to rebuilt his weapons payload such that his encounters would be less... close in the future.

The Foxbite dropped into Cardian Airspace, transmitting a holo to the Imperial Palace. The first image was a dismembered Obsidian Knight, laying face down in his cargo hold. The second was a rather familiar Helmet.

As fox struggled in the invisible grip of his Jedi, he went to use the only weapon he had that didn't require hands. His ship strangely didn't recognize the Jedi as a target anymore, and so acting quickly he manually set it to attack a target he picked out with his helmet's own targeting computer. A chain gun lit up again, taking a more precise, albeit restrained, shot at the Jedi. The short stream of bullets ripped off the Jedi's legs at the knees, breaking her concentration easily as she was felled like a tree, onto her face. The bounty hunter relaxed in his position, letting his graviton pack lower him to the ground next to her. A few quick swipes of his sword rendered her limbs separate from her body. The crimson visor of the bounty hunter stared soullessly into the face of the dismembered Jedi. His scarcely heard voice came mechanically through his helmets vocoder as he lifted his foot in the air. "Pathetic." Fox's boot slammed into Armiena's skull, making the easy jump from bleeding profusely to passed out and bleeding profusely. The bounty hunter was so kind as to, after dragging the Jedi by the hair into his ship, pick up her severed limbs and throw them in his deep freezer. After applying a bit of first aid to make sure his precious catch didn't bleed out on the way to his destination, he locked her in the cargo hold and headed to the cockpit. The ship took off, backing up before firing two missiles at the hangar bay door to regain access to the outside and vent the hangar into space. He took off quickly, not even bothering to disable the ship they had been aboard, and exited into hyperspace. He'd gotten the bounty head he'd wanted, he couldn't care less who won the battle now.

Almost there... Fox's helmet was close to regaining full functionality, something he was stalling until he could regain. As the Jedi approached, he loosed his grip on the rifle. His gloved fingers clamped down on the hilt of his Sith Sword, sure that he'd need it soon. The Light whip was far more intimidating than even a normal lightsaber, given the extreme difficulty of predicting its attack. Almost there... Dropping his rifle, Fox threw his arm in the path of the Lambda Wing, letting it nearly shatter his elbow in an attempt to protect his head. When the whip's wide arc reached Fox, it was cut short by the relatively sloppy but effective placement of his Sith Sword in its path, forcing it to wrap around his own weapon and reduce the injury it was to cause to a deep slash in his calf. It was a painful and costly wound, but it was more than an effective tradeoff to losing the entire leg. It's away! The Jedi had failed to count on many things. Fox knew all along that his best bet was to evade hand to hand combat, as he wasn't prepared to defeat a Jedi with naught but his Sith Sword. After all, ranged warfare was his specialty. Fox had dropped the gas grenades to make it difficult to strike at close range. He had sealed off the hangar so they couldn't summon their ships. He had fired a fire grenade at them to force them out of cover. He had taken it slow, shot by shot, trying to wear down both their defense and their expectations until this one moment. Using a line of sight transmission from his freshly rebooted helmet, he ordered the Foxbite, which held the core of a Basilisk Wardroid and had, indeed, never left view, to destroy the Jedi. In moments, it would become very clear that they had drastically underestimated his strategy. Fox's Graviton pack rocketed him upward and away from the Jedi, taking his sword from the loose grasp of the lightwhip. In an instant the six chainguns that had lined up on their target and began unloading a storm of lead in the direction of the Jedi. Danger sense couldn't give her the time to stop the instantaneous storm of bullets that began soaking her position: six guns a piece were taking randomized sprays to cover not only their location, but nearly every inch of space they had around them to try to evade. The growl of the Wardroid was muffled only by the thunderous sound of the chain guns pouring bullets into his bounty. Fox hovered high above the Jedi with his sword in one hand and his disruptor pistol drawn in the other, watching for the Jedi to make her move, and fully prepared to finish her should she escape from the trap she'd walked into... ((3, contact Chad when you're done))

Fox dropped his rifle upon being hit with the EMP device, his hands shaking violently as the electricity coursed through his body. The boomer had struck his chest, and given that he was quite fortunate. With his helmet linked to his breastplate only by his body and some straps, the electrical damage to his HUD would be minimalized. Unfortunately for him, it still needed some time to reboot and run an automated repair. Until that could complete, he'd be fighting without his targeting computer. Fox's ears perked up as he heard the phantom grenade bounce toward him. Instinct kicked in, and though it wasn't real he reacted with the precision he'd inherited from generation upon generation of warriors. With his rifle now hanging at his side by its strap, he kicked on the graviton pack and shot himself upward to evade the expected explosion. As he rose he clamped his fingers down on the handle of his grenade mortar and ripped a grenade off his bandolier to jam in the weapon's chamber. When his flight finally put him through the smoke cloud, he had his grenade launcher extended before him, his free hand rapidly turning a dial to try to calibrate his shot up by what he saw and what he remembered from his thermal view. He only had one shot for the time being, so he needed to make it perfect. When he pulled the trigger a small grenade with a red stripe on the side arced gracefully, exploding far above their heads into a nebulous cloud of flaming jelly, set to rain down on them from above. Meanwhile, Fox let himself fall back down into the visual cover of his ever-expanding smoke cloud. In moments it would encompass the whole room. His HUD's thermal scan reactivated, but the rest of the system was still bogged down with the repair protocol. He let his grenade mortar fall to his side, gripping his trusted rifle once more. With his targeting computer still offline, he set his rifle to burst fire and began to fire at the Jedi. Volleys of the spray styled blasts began to fly in groups of three, the trajectory changing as fox strafed steadily through his cloud of cover. The Jedi had proved resilient, but so far relatively harmless. He would continue to play it defensively as he had studying carefully the enemy's maneuvers, and when the break in their defense opened--he would strike. ((2))

((OOC: We're posting ABCABCABC order, correct?)) Beneath Fox's helmet, he allowed himself a faint smirk. The Jedi had walked right into his trap. Two grenades dropped to the floor, a pair of loud clanks preceding a loud whistle as the room was enveloped in a cloud of white. The first cloud was harmless smoke, a mere diversion to act as visual cover for Fox and more importantly, the second grenade--which released deadly Fex-M3 Gas into the air. Fox's helmet kept him safe from his own poisons, while the thermal sensors in his visor kept his enemies visible in spite of his own attempt at visual cover. He stalked from his poisonous cloud coverage, taking aim at what his bounty scanner assured him was the male Jedi. They hadn't linked up yet, and given that he was closer, it seemed natural to take the first shot at him. Fox was going to attempt an experiment with his sniper rifle. He twisted a nob on the side way down, turning the power on the gas chamber down and thusly reducing the cohesion of his blast. The end result would be a sort of energy "Spray," and while it lost a great deal of range, it also became unstable to the point where it'd quickly lose blast cohesion, resulting in a sort of splatter effect when it impacted a surface. The surface he had in mind: a lightsaber blade. Instead of bouncing off harmlessly, it'd explode into a cloud of hot plasma. It had a weaker penetration factor, but the sustained shots of the rifle would ensure it was just as deadly and more importantly, unblockable. Fox's visor began to glow red as his in-visor targeting homed in on Aryian's torso, sure that the relative inaccuracy of this firing mode would need the safer shot. His scanner tracking the approach of Armiena, he pulled the trigger and launched a blast at the Jedi. With a little luck, he'd disable the first right off the bat, and only have to worry about the second fighting back. ((1))

Apparently, there was. The Jedi were certainly awake now. He moved rapidly through the battle, flying evasively to help mitigate the damage of the Jedi's ship. The heavy Mon Cal plating combined with his redundant shield kept the Foxbite flying safely in spite of several hits. With the hornets' nest kicked, it was time to change the pace. Fox flew toward the rebel fleet, trying to get near the first Alliance warship he could find. His bomb bay opened up again, spitting out another warhead. She was flying to evade the cluster bombs now, and coming up on the fleet there was a good chance they wouldn't stick to the Ghost Breath, even ignoring the possibility of a repeat of whatever had protected them the first time. Instead he what he dropped was a high yield concussion bomb, a heavy-duty bunker buster that if nothing else, would make it impossible to trail him closely without a high probability of death. When the bomb exploded Fox charged the nearest Hangar on front most ship of the Republic Firing line, using the minor diversion to buy him precious seconds. He swooped through the blue magnetic shield, deploying his six chain guns to light up on the personnel that worked the hangar. The AI core of the Basilisk War Droid kicked in; finding warm bodies in the area and making sure they had extra holes in them. Volleys of missiles swirled around the room, decimating the docked craft that remained in the hangar. Fox turned the ship around for a full 180, firing a missile at the edge of the hangar bay entry--aiming to disable the projector for the magnetic shield that held in the atmosphere. His reasons were two fold, first to vent the hangar into space thus clearing it of enemies, and second to activate the automated hangar lock. In seconds, the doors slammed shut, ensuring that he'd have plenty of time to set up phase two of his plan. As the Ship went on an automated killing spree, Fox turned off his jammer and broadcast a holo of his bomb bay, revealing that he had more than enough concussion bombs to level the entire MC-90 from the inside. Fox's mechanical voice came in narration. ”œFace me, or this craft's destruction will be on your hands. You have five minutes.”

The Mandalorian was notably perplexed by the response. After firing a series of missiles at a ship in close proximity, neither of the Jedi had moved to counter attack. In fact, it seemed neither had taken the time to even move, as if lost in their own minds, or high on spice. The Jedi truly lived up to their reputation of being utterly incompetent in battle. As Fox closed what was already a small gap between him and the apparently sleeping Jedi, ((Ya' both posted explicitly ignoring me, even though I posted explicitly charging straight for you)) Fox took his time and carefully aimed his path, making a sudden ascension as he entered the Proximity. In his wake followed three cluster bombs, carefully dropped in series such that they'd follow his path straight into the group. The Foxbite sped away quickly, expecting maybe they'd figure out they were under attack when the bombs burst, firing thousands of magnetic thermal detonators into space. Fox circled around slowly, watching the cloud of tiny bombs swarm on the immobile ships, and in the mere seconds before the explosion contemplated whether or not there was a force power that'd prevent innumerable bombs from vaporising a Jedi's face.

The Foxbite dropped out of hyperspace in high orbit above the Planet Mechis, the lowly bounty hunter finding that he was the last to make the scene. After holonet had broadcast both a bounty on the Darkfire-Draygos, and later their relative location, he expected to have to pick through a swarm of competition to get to the very valuable couple. He was pretty disappointed to find that he'd been beaten to the punch not only by the empire, but the rebellion as well. His visor skimmed over the messages that came up on his computer screen. Entering Mechis III airspace... Scanning for private craft... The screen shot through hundreds of detected registrations, mostly cargo freighters transporting goods back and forth between the imperial world. Fox disabled his ship ID broadcast and shut down the wireless receiver, sure that a technology heavy world such as this would warrant the extra defence against potential slicers. With the look of a cargo freighter, he traveled descretely along a space traffic lane toward a shipping depot, making a slow advance as he worked to find his bounty. The lanes seemed to be rushing to get to the surface, such as to not get caught in the battle that was soon to ensue. His comm, which resided on a dedicated circuit which he kept independant of the rest of his machine, picked up message bouncing around the planet. "Oi, you there, little insignificant world..." The message matched that of the one broadcasted on Holonet. It took mere moments for him to track the communication back to its source--one of two unidentified craft that had apparently stopped to chat in high orbit. A third, larger droid looking ship was near by: evidently an important asset of some sort. Fox navigated his ship toward the center of a few large cargo ships, formulating a strategy and taking visual cover behind a wall of steel. He looked over at the weapons console, punching a few buttons, then got on his comm. His rear door opened, and behind him was dropped a heavy yield concussion bomb in the midst of the space traffic. Such a small object left to drift harmlessly in space, it was highly unlikely that anyone would be able to report it as a bomb--much less detect where it was coming from, in time. "Mayday, Mayday, bogeys in the supply line! Mayda-! *STATIC*" Fox's communications jammer cut his message short, ensuring that not only would no one be able to identify him, but that there'd be no local remote control to the resources from the tech planet. As the bomb exploded far behind him he broke away from the scattering ship traffic, watching ships roll and swoop out of the way to evade the threat of an artificial foe. Fox turned his ship and charged straight for the group, using the chaos created by his ploy. With the shipping route now flying erratically, his humble looking freighter would easily blend into the masses, at least long enough for him to close the gap between himself and two Jedi. That is, close the gap and fire a volley of four seeker proton missiles at the most vulnerable target--the server ship.

Fox took the chest, making a quiet salute to Faust before he left. He hobbled to his ship, and quickly left the planet with his belongings in toe.

”œWhat the F-”œ Fox was cut off as an axe landed in the middle of his graviton pack, his body thrown back to the ground in an instant, landing on top of his injured leg. Before he could even fully stand the horrifying monster slammed its massive fist into his stomach. He coughed his own blood up onto the inside of his helmet, obscuring his view with a haze of copper. He stumbled in pain, seemingly finished as Duo charged, teeth born, ready to squeeze his head flat with one chomp on his helmet. His hand went to his Mandalorian Disintegrator, raising it up as the distance closed. The large beast charges... a great wolf like creature, bent on nothing more than his destruction. Nine feet of pure muscle, beastly feral might. The plains of Trualis were alive again. His life was at a crossroads. He had only but to make a choice. Fight or die. Glory or the end of his existence. To end here, a forgotten--faceless name, as he was on Trualis, was something he couldn't accept before. He wouldn't accept it now. At the last second Fox heaved his weight over, not necessarily enough to escape the massive creature's reach, but enough to get a clean shot at his intended target. The disintegrator shot into Duo's leg, ripping his flesh apart in a dense blast of super heated plasma. All but immobilized by the disruptor, it sent him careening into the ground, meanwhile Fox hobbled as fast as he could to get some distance. He took a black striped grenade off his belt, loading it into his portable mortar as he ran. With it cocked and ready, he swung around to face his enemy one last time. He blood red visor glared deep into the eyes of the Khorne Champ as he fired. The low yield thermal grenade erupted from the end of his barrel--aimed directly for Duo's face... ((3)) ((OOC: Great fight. PMing Robbie Now.))

Fox's visor went dim as the axe smashed into the side of his helmet, his body falling limp in line with the horrible crack of his neck all but snapping. He found himself face down on the ground, his helmet flickering. The targeting computer was damaged, and enacted a forced shut down to preserve the rest of the functionality of the visor. He attempted to stand, quickly finding his wounded shin to be all but inoperable. His enemy was close--he had no time to bleed. A stream of blue light erupted from his graviton pack, lifting him quickly upward and out of the range of his foe's axes. He ripped off his second, and last, smoke grenade from his bandoleer and hurled it downward. It burst mid-air and created a cloud of cover to give him time to regroup. The whisper of his silent pack, the trickles of his blood, and the light rustle of his armorweave were the only sounds he made, barely audible to him, but surely known by the superhuman beast he was fighting. He knew that his smoke screen would not protect him for long. Fox raised his trusty rifle again. With his targeting computer broken, and his vision blurred by the throbbing pain in his skull caused by Duo's axes, aiming became a difficult process. The thermal scanner in his helmet fluctuated erratically, surely near malfunction. His bruised arm braced the weapon tightly, while his other tried to steady it against the turbulent path his graviton pack set him along. A beam of bright scarlet pierced a hole in the smoke, twisting around the stream of superheated gas. Half a second later, another shot came, then a third, striking erratically from the sky down at Duo, scattered but coming closer to the mark every shot. Death rained from above, Fox's rifle taking a lighter hue of black from the immense heat it generated in making the volley. ((2))

Fox's rifle kicked as the bullet threw off his shot, knocking it back into his shoulder and jarring his body, while the spray of bullets that followed went right for the exposed parts of his armor. Minor grazes, mostly, as the crater protected most of his lower body, and his position left only small gaps visible. As he retreated into his cover he became acutely aware of the blood that was leaking from gaping slashes in his armpit and elbow, and a bruise that was surely forming where his rifle had rested against his shoulder. His foe had obscene accuracy, so getting a bead on him from what little cover he had seemed impossible. Acting quickly, he drew his grenade launcher and aimed it skyward. The targeting computer was damaged from the last fight, but he could still get a good estimate of where the shot would land. He turned down a dial to decrease the propulsion and delay, setting up the shot quickly, but carefully--tracking Duo's approach through the thermal sensor in his visor. The frag grenade burst from the portable mortar and arced gracefully toward Duo, bursting mid air a couple meters above and in front of him. When Fox heard the explosion he immediately jetted up and out of his hole, his rifle on three-shot bursts and firing small volleys at him. ((1))

Fox skimmed along behind the last man left, making his way into a crater created by Raden's abuse of Thermal Detonators. He placed his weapon on the edge of the crater, aiming his sights on Duo. The red visor lit up as the targeting system began to compensate, the reticle homing in on Duo. His armored finger slid lightly along the polished black steel, squeezing off a single shot at his foe... ((Lets do this thing!))

OOC: Here's my list of issues with your post: 1. You were watching Black and Bralor fight. They were inside the arena. Therefore you're inside the arena. 2. Mandalorian steel is only ”œresistant”

The Pale White armor paced onto the battlefield. His stride was slow and deliberate, his mandalorian helmet pointing toward the three that appeared to be stranding around. They stood together as a team, evidently hoping to fight the battle as a group. Disgusting. The Fox approached from behind, stopping about 50 yards away to raise his grenade launcher to eye level. The crimson visor began to glow as the internal targeting system picked out the middle of the three and helped him quickly line up his shot. Their inattention to their surroundings in favor of spectating was a mistake that they would quickly find themselves liable for. Fox would make certain of that. A small cylindrical grenade erupted from the end of the launcher, hurtling through the air and making contact with the back of Raden's armor. The casing exploded on impact, breaking apart to erupt in a massive hellstorm of liquid explosive. Flames engulfed the three Mandalorians before they even knew it was coming, leaving Fox with plenty of time to reload his portable mortar with a fragmentation grenade and let it fall to his side. Cerulean Fox crouched down to his knee and raised his sniper rifle, taking careful aim on the conflagrant family of three. If they managed to put out the chemical fires that consumed them long enough to turn their guns on him, he would be prepared to gun them down as they tried...

Fox wondered into the facility and quietly took a seat. He waited calmly for the battle to start, cleaning his rifle to pass the time.

A dark brown HWK-290 touched down on Ryloth far on the outskirts of where the other's had gathered, then waited for further instruction.

A warm breeze swept through the tall grasses of the Trualis. It was a quiet, peaceful world--hardly touched by the unending war. The near silence of nature was broken only by the sound of a landspeeder charging through the plains. It followed rocky path, heading through the temperate forests to a small settlement. It halted at the outskirts, allow its occupant to get out. The man strolled quietly into a general store with a list in hand and a couple dozen credits in his pocket. The corpulent man behind the counter sleepily watched a holonet soap opera about Jedi in love, his attention going unbroken even as the first customer of the day entered his store. Four bags of feed fell onto the counter, prompting the clerk to sit up to find the register. He sifted through the bags and a few other items, punching buttons to come up with a figure. The man from outside of town watched holonet as the sluggish clerk went through his items. ”œ34 Credit's please.”

Real Name: Unknown Call Sign: Cerulean Fox Age: EarlyThirties Species: Humanoid (Mandalorian) Height: ~6 feet Weight: ~200 Hair: Unknown Eyes: Unknown Sex: Male Homeworld: Unknown Alignment: Neutral Armor: Unique set of Mandalorian Armor, featuring White Plates, a Black Armorweave Underlay, and a red visor. An Advanced Targeting Computer built into Visor, along side a number of visual scanners, that can link with weapons. Precariously inherited experimental Repulsor/Graviton based Jet Pack. Ship caller built into helmet. Bracers and Helmet are made of a Unique Sith Alchemic/Mandalorian Armor blend won from the tournament on Ryloth, making them immune to lightsaber blades, and reflective to blaster bolts. Non-Force User Weapons: Heavily Modified DC-15 Sniper Rifle: Stock Replaced with a more sloping version, narrow near the butt of the weapon and approximately the same size, though custom fabricated to the contour of his Fox's shoulder. Narrow Vibrosword is affixed along the lower edge of the weapon and extends past the barrel, offering potential use as a melee weapon if necessary. Scope is a custom, offering higher zoom than the standard, as well as a link to the Mandalorian Helmet. Specially designed power cell for quick reloads. Tediously calibrated for accuracy at extreme range, and long duration blast. Hairpin trigger. Extremely deadly. Hangs over Fox's shoulder. Mandalorian Disintegrator: Old Mandalorian Disruptor Pistol, upgraded to use new gas cartridges, fitted with new gas chamber, and a sturdier grip. Capable of ripping through most any personal armor and shielding. Devastating at close range. Nearly perfect from its original incarnation. Held in Fox's Right holster. Modified Mobile Grenade Mortar: A Grenade launcher, sawed off to around two feet long, capable of lobbing a grenade between 10-100 meters. Requires custom grenades to use, adding an extra safety measure to Fox's armament through relative unfamiliarity. Surprisingly light. At a given time, Fox will have Fragmentation, Thermal Detonator, Smoke, Fex-M3, Ion, Concussion, and Fire grenades (color coded) on hand at any given time, which he has in small pouches on his belt and bandoleer. Worn on Fox's left leg. Sith Alchemic Sword: Lightsaber proofed short sword, made of glimmering white steel. Feather Light. Worn opposite his disruptor pistol, on his left hip. Armor Accessories: Wrist mounted vibroblades, grappling cable, BlasTech Dur-24 Wrist Laser. Possessions: The armor he wears, the weapons he fires, and the ship he flies: The Foxbite