Ryloth

[Bad karma]

A short, stocky looking figure clad in a cloak listened to the curious alien intently, but the entire time his eyes were looking over the goods. He grunted a bit when one of the men slammed a stun baton into one of the prisoners, but doesn't mention anything. Instead he turns his attention back to the alien and cocks his head to the side at the mention of their employers wishing to know about his employer.

 

”œMmm, yes, deadly flowers”¦Yes, they are acceptable.”

[CORE Agent(s)]

The lead laughs. "Operative Beta would delight in working with your employer. He has done enough experiments on their kind that death is considered a sweet release by the time he is finished. As it is," he slides a single account number forward, nominally registered to a spice dealre on Coruscant, "my employer shares your views. He wishes to collect their DNA samples for a project he has that will shape the galaxy when it is finished. That time is almost upon us too. He can offer you credits, and information to further your studies. As for the names of the people who employ us," the grey skinned man laughs. "I do not think it necessary at this point in time."

[Bad karma]

The curious man takes the account number and transfers the proper amount of credits to it, and then looks up with a hint of a smile on his face.

 

”œDNA Samples? I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

[CORE Agent(s)]

The agent grins, showing off a large number of teeth. "That can be arranged. Send someone you trust to this location on Corellia." An address is shown in the middle of Coronet, leading to a high end residential district. "We will be in touch."

 

With that, the group exits, dispearsing back into the streets of Ryloth.

[Bad karma]

The prisoners are removed from the streets and herded into a modified freighter with enough room for them there to be two to a cell. An A-Wing escort follows them into hyper-space, making several jumps and stopping off once to scan for bugs or trackers before moving to their final destination

[CORE Agent(s)]

The only thing the scans on the force sensitives reveal is a trace level of nanites with in the individual force users, embedded into the blood stream and clinging to their higher than normal level midi-chloriens that mark them from non force user. Individually and with in each subject, the nanites appear to be doing nothing, just being trace materials from their previous bout of captivity.

[Vladimir Faust]

In one of Ryloth's underground arenas, arrangements proceeded swiftly to accomidate the wishes of a most demanding client. A wide, metal floor and walls, save for glassteel windows, shielded for the protection of the various guests who would be in attendence, marked the bleak surroundings of what promised to be the first Mandalorian tournament in the galaxy.

 

Functionaries, acting on sealed orders and prepared instructions set up the tournament, waiting for the arrival of various combatants.

[BLACK1]

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.

[Dark Devil]

OOC: Dark Devil, Zadremnes Draconis, and Jaden Kal Koran have agreed mutually to allow each other to indefinitely post each others actions as needed and agreed on OOC.

 

IC: Raden told his brother to send his ship to Ryloth once they tracked Black's Ship to Ryloth. They all departed, landing next to Black's ship, armed to the teeth and commed Black.

 

"Hey, we're in, tell us what to do and where you are. Be quick about it, We're going to need to find strength in Numbers. Could have a minor problem on our tales."

 

with that they looked for any way around, and while doing so saw Jaden's ship settle itself neatly beside theirs. they found a building and took commando positions around the door. after slicing the door they checked inside. No one was there. they entered and Jammed the doors manually.

 

There was nothing down the hallway except another door at the end, and Five crates of durasteel at this end of the hallway.

 

All three took sniper postitions behind the crates, Kylam covering their backs and Jaden and Raden looking for the door at the end. There they waited for Black's reply. No alarms were going off, so they figured they were safe for the time being.

[Dar'Manda]

OOC: Dark Devil, Zadremnes Draconis, and Jaden Kal Koran have agreed mutually to allow each other to indefinitely post each others actions as needed and agreed on OOC.

 

((You will not be able to post anothers actions during the tournament, as it will be considered roleplaying with yourself, since, if i'm not mistaken, it's every man for himself in this tournament. They will have to post they're own actions.))

 

Canderous Bralor's ship exited hyperspace above Ryloth with the grace of a minx as it desended into Ryloth's gloomy atmosphere and then down into the hanger of the smallish base where the tournament was to be held. Disembarking from his ship, Canderous ready himself for battle, taking note of the simple wannabe snipers who had taking positions at the end of the first hall. He chuckled a bit at the newbish sight before heading toward the locker rooms.

 

Walking the long hall towards the locker rooms were a bit extravagant for Canderous's taste, but they were going to be broadcasted galaxy wide for this. As he walked on, the click clack that his boots made upon the durasteel floor reminded him of a song he once heard when he was just a lad, one his mother used to sing to him before bed time. But that, was a memory Bralor would rather keep to himself.

 

Looking through the glassteel windows into the den where the tournament was to be held, Canderous found himself not liking the notion at all, making him feel like a caged rat on display. But that was besides the point, as Canderous had only come for one reason, and one reason at all.... to prove himself worthy of holding the Mandalore title he had held for the last few years. Spotting another of his brother's(Dangan-Sama) up ahead, he walked forward, positioning himself up against the same wall.

 

"You knows those things do kill, right?"

 

He said with a half heart chuckle as he himself removed his helmet to light up a cigar he had aquired a few days ago. Blowing out a few o rings with the smoke that he exhaled, he looked around at all who had arrived. It seemed that if him and Black were the only real competition that were present, then truly, the Mandalorian race was at it's end. With another puff, he awaited to see if his assumptions were right.

[Dark Devil]

OOC:

Quote:

OOC: Dark Devil, Zadremnes Draconis, and Jaden Kal Koran have agreed mutually to allow each other to indefinitely post each others actions as needed and agreed on OOC.

 

My bad, I thought the area was a secure area that I had to breach to reach another person. We maintain this right to post each others actions outside the tourney but agree with an every man for himself ruling that none of us will post for any other of us during the tourney

 

IC: Jaden saw Canderous walk through the doors. "Su cuy'gar, Mandalor" he said. "Udesii aliit," he said as he recognized the Mandalorian he had met on the ship. His family lowered their weapons and followed him, even though he appeared to give no notice. He followed him into wherever he was going, and there they found Black.

 

"Su cuy'gar" Said all of his family as they saw him. Then Jaden went over and asked him where they were and why he wanted them to meet him at his ship. While he waited for an answer, he said in basic. "Good to see you, sir. More than you know. Sir, is there any way you could comm Black Sun and speak on my behalf." Then Jaden recounted his tale, with Raden filling in parts that Jaden couldn't quite describe. "Sir, you have no Idea what Trouble I am in. I need help badly. Please sir, I have done nothing ill against you and actually got into that predicament trying to liberate my brother according to Mando code. I'm sorry for the Inconvenience."

 

There they all waited, While Lamla stood there and tried to soak all of this in.

There his family waited

[Cerulean Fox]

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.

[BLACK1]

"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.

[Dar'Manda]

Canderous watched as Jaden and his family approached him, listening to their tale of sorrow. In truth, Canderous could do nothing on their behalf, as he no longer held a position worthy to that cause. With the new powers that be taking control, Canderous was just a lowly Operative of sorts again.

 

"I am sorry brothers, but there is nothing i can do. If you would have had a bit more patience and went by their rules, you would not be in this predicament. You will have to work this out on your own. Truly, i am sorry."

 

And with that he turned back to Black, listening to his words as they flowed gracfully out of his mouth. How else was he supposed to die, that was a truly question of fates. And one no one really wanted to know the answer to, as life, in itself, was full of surprises, and as such, should be kept that way.

 

"True, there are far more deadly things than tabacco out there. But to answer your other question, i stem from the Clan of Ordo. The name's Canderous Bralor, and my family line dates back to the days of the Old Republic."

 

Canderous said as he stuck out a firm handshake toward Black. Taking another drag off his cigar followed by running his hand through his sweat dripping hair, he still wondered to himself if this was all that was going to show up. Looking over at Jaden and his bunch, Canderous turned back to Black.

 

"So, this is our only competition?"

[BLACK1]

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.

[Dark Devil]

Jaden returned Canderous' answer without a show of disappointment. He turned to Raden and their sister and they all knew. It was their fight now.

 

Jaden spoke back to the Mandalore. "Sir, thank you anyway. I realized that if anyone could help me, you could. I pledge my allegience to your grace and I ask to be allowed to humbly compete against you, but not for the position of the Mandalore. My Great Great Grandfather was Jango Fett, My Great was Boba himself, and I am of the Habuur line. I speak for My family that I feel nothing but the greatest honor in meeting your greatness and competing against you for your respect."

 

Raden meanwhile, went over to Black and said so that no-one else could hear:

 

"I have a minor problem concerning a bounty hunter and a dead Black Sun general. We're going to need a safehouse after the tournament until stuff dies down. This is mostly my and Jaden's fight, so I'll need you to keep her safe for me. Nothing is more important than family and Honor, right?"

[BLACK1]

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.

[Dar'Manda]

"No, i'm afraid not, brother. I haven't been to Ordo since i first took the path of the Mandalorians."

 

Canderous said, answering Black's question, his cold blank miraluka eyes meeting the man's gaze as Jaden and his family went about their own private conversation, one that Canderous would respect as he nodded toward the group and began to walk away.

 

Flicking the cigar over into a nearby corner as he left, he reached around grabbing his helmet to once again place it upon his head, as it was nearly time for the tournament to begin. His walk although graceful, showed the true power Canderous held in his physical form. The call of battle tugging at his heart, it's rhythm beating to that of a different drum, as he knew was about to come.

 

"Yes, indeed, the fun is about to start."

[Vladimir Faust]

As preparations gear up for the grand battle inside the arena, a familiar voice to many echoes through out the stands and arena itself.

 

Welome, welcome bold claimants to the Mandalorian legacy and their amazing prowess. Forgive me for not arriving sooner to commence the opening ceremonies of this tournament, but as you should know, battle marches on and a warrior's duty comes first.

 

The rules are simple: There can be only one winner, anything goes, though you are asked on your honor not to deliberately kill your fellow warriors. In spite of that, that accidents do happen so that is understood. For the winner, there is a wonderful prize and the glory of victory. For the losers, per the customs of ancient worlds who took to jousting lists to test their own prowess, their armor is forfeit and they receive naught but shame after having their wounds tended.

 

So, my fellow warriors, shall we let this grand melee begin?

[Duo]

At the last moment an armor clad figure sporting an assault rifle stepped into the area, just out of the field of vision of the other combatants. Everything about his stance would tell the others that he knew what he was doing. Of course they wouldn't even have a hint of his alternate motives as his violet eyes gazed upon the various figures; a smile plastered on his face.

 

Knowing that people of this type were renown for their armor he had decided to bring his unique axes to keep the armor from truly stopping him. Of course, he also had his specially designed slug throwers with a few new bullets loaded up.

[Dark Devil]

Raden kept the tone with Black. "Yeah, we're all in, total co-op from us. I like the idea of keeping us untraceable. I may need help modding my ship to keep all the good stuff from getting sold. Some of this stuff is pretty rare, so I need it safeheld for a bit 'til I can get my new ship. Hate to see them go, but you know..."

 

Just then the announcer came on the sound speakers (message of above)

 

"This announcement brings to light some stuff I had planned on mentioning to you all anyway. Win or Lose, I am not taking anyones armor as prize and I ask the same courtesy from all of you. My armor means more than my life to me and I want you all to know that I will die defending this armor. I ask your participation in this agreement."

 

He stood to shake Canderous' hand, alongside his brother and sister and then went over to Black for his.

 

May Kad Ha'rangir Protect you all in this endevour. I want nothing to die in this tourney. Good luck, Aliit

 

Standing in silence, his family stood for a show of goodwill from both men.

[BLACK1]

"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.

[Cerulean Fox]

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.

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

Mirdala Ad'Goran and Adenn Galar entered the arena, both casting distasteful looks from behind their face plates at the enclosed arena ((OOC: Would you mind giving me the actual demensions of the space that we'll be fighting in please? Also is it completely enclosed or more like a hockey arena with high walls? Or a big cube? Thanks!)), neither liking the confinement or the seating.

 

"I really don't like being put on display," Mirdala said flatly as she opened the door to the locker room.

 

Across from the locker room's entrance, three faces stared back at her, three that she hadn't seen in many many years.

 

"Jaden? Radensha? Kylamla? It's been so long!" Mirdala chuckled to herself, remembering the mayhem that the three siblings, her had gotten into during their childhood years when the trio would come to visit the Fett stead during the growing season.

 

Now that she was in the company of other Mando'ade, she felt more at home than she'd felt in a long while. She removed her helmet, so that the family could recognize her since she'd built her armor after they'd left.

 

Looking around the room she could easily see that at 4'11" she was the smallest of the combatants, a fact that amused her and excited her all at the same time.

 

The young woman nodded to the other men, with a more respectful near-bow to Canderous, in reference to his rank, before crossing the room to clasp a hand on Jaden's shoulder. "It's been too long ner vod. How have things been?"

 

She turned and gave Kylamla a smile and a wink, "It's nice to know that I won't be the only woman competing here. I remember the sparring matches we had as girls, I look forward to seeing how we've grown. Though this time I think you have the height advantage."

 

She laughed, knowing that her joviallness could easily be mistaken for a lack of focus, though anyone who made an assumption in that regard would sorely be mistaken.

 

Though it seemed she was focused on her reunion with old friends, she was aware of the others in the room from the acrid aroma of Black's cigarette, to the sense of doom that lay about Jaden and his siblings, and to the two other armored figures, that had yet to really say much since their arrival.

 

She returned to her husband's side, her quick smile disappearing as she replaced her helmet, once again fully focused on the task at hand.

[Vladimir Faust]

Taking a seat in a chamber somewhat far away from the actual arena, Faust watches the battleground through a special set of closed circuit holoprojectors. He leans back in his seat, wondering if Reagan received his invitation to watch the festivities, absently stirring a fresh glass of bloodwine in his hands, music lightly playing in the background. Next to the empty seat at his right is a large chest, made out of Mandalorian iron, embedded with with Mando'a sigils. Faust smiles, knowing this would offer an interesting reward to the winner of the tournament.

 

He surveys the enclosed underground arena carefully. Dimensions are about 200 yards in diameter, rising up to a flat ceiling about 60 yards up. The arena was perfectly designed to give the combatants ample room to fight, fly, and duke it out as they saw fit.

[Dark Devil]

Raden looked back at his family while Mirdala still had her helmet on. Could it really be his childhood friend from Concord?

 

As she removed her helmet, he recognized the face and the voice. Ecstatic could not begin to describe the looks on their faces as they saw the kid that they had played with for so many years while visiting their Grandmother's inherited homestead on Concord.

 

Jaden- "Well, its about time you showed up. And I was beginning to think you hadn't heard about the tournament." He went over to talk to her in a more personable fashion. "It's so good to see you again. We have so much to talk about."

 

Raden- "Yeah, I heard rumors that you are in charge of a Cantina now, are those true? It's so great to see you, but don't go easy on us on the tourney, k?

 

Kylam- "Nevermind all of that, How is your life? What's new in your life, and who is this? I don't remember seeing him on Concord." she said motioning to Adenn. Lowering her voice to a whisper of sorts so that only Adenn, Jaden, Raden, and Ca'tra could hear, she said "What do you think of this Faust character? Seems a little suspiscious that he would want to send us all to the same place; one of the reasons we agreed on dispersal was so something like this couldn't happen if things turn violent. We need to find if there is an alterior motive for this tournament than just honor.

 

Overall, The family was utterly elated that the newcomer had brought their childhood friend and they could finally see each other once again.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Just a heads up- since this tourney is every man or woman for him or herself, once the combat starts, which should be after this post, each RPer will be posting the actions for his or her character alone to make it fair for the other RPers- though feel free to use seperate posts among temporarily allied PCs to team up against particular enemies.

[BLACK1]

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."

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

Mirdala nodded to the trio, "I agree. I don't like this one bit, but it's been so long and I'm aching for a challenge. As for the other stuff," she paused as a gun shot rang out in the arena, "I guess it will have to wait as things have already begun without us it would seem. I propose the five of us stick together, and then we'll see from there then?"

 

Mirdala walked out into the arena, her jade eyes darkening with the thrill and excitement of combat, though well hidden from behind her helmet.

 

((I know that combat has started, but I thought I'd let Adenn post his stuff since I threw a lot at him kind of at once with the forum jumping. Also give Jaden and Co. a chance to respond before I just jumped in.))

[Dar'Manda]

((Tsk, tsk, Black, you should have read my last post better to learn that i was walking away. But to be fair, i'll roll with the flow for now.))

 

Canderous shook his head from the daydream he had been in, imagining himself walking away from the crowd, as he overheard the annoucement that the tournament had started. But something caught the Mandalorian off guard as pain and anguish overtook his right side from a bullet entering it's domain and seemingly cracking a rib.

 

But as Canderous stumbled back through the sheer momentum of the pain he now felt, he found himself hooked by Black, line, sinker, and all, as the man moved his body foreward enough to wedge himself inbetween Canderous and the wall for yet another blow. The metal dented and pressed hard against his head from that very blow, sending a headache as well as rining in his ears toward Canderous's way.

 

Yet, Black still would not let go of Canderous as he brought out yet another gun, this one a lowly dart gun, and pointed it in Canderous's neck, ranting threats of some sort. But by now Canderous had found his own opportunity, side stepping just a bit to gain room for his hands as he clipped Black's left elbow with a blunt force as he rose and dropped his own left arm onto the man's arm.

 

But Canderous wasn't through here as he drew back his right hand, keeping it open as he drove Black's left wrist up toward the man's own neck. Stepping back, he once again drew his hand back, this time balling it into a fist as he slammed it into's Black chest, letting his super strength take over what was lacking from a normal punch of Canderous's.

 

Canderous was never one to lose his own temper in a fight, but through the pain, as well as feeling like a caged animal, it simply poured out of him as he continued his assault on Black. First a blow from his left arm was swung at Black, followed by a slightly more powerful one from his right. If Black intended on a win here, he would more than likely have to do better than that. After all, Canderous was always a better fighter when it was up close and personal.