Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 13, 2013 19:22:42 GMT -8
no force, no armor, no weapons, no tech. Straight up street fight with a simple scenario
1- Galactic Battle Arena: Circle of Champions
It seems that even in the future, some have a taste for history, either that or nostalgia. This fight is set to take place in a venue similar to an ancient arena. A large circular pit that is approximately 50 yards in diameter, surrounded by a 20 foot tall stone wall. In the pit itself, there is a hardened beskar grate known as the 'Blood Sink' and surrounding the grate are pillars of duracrete, each are 15 feet from the rim of the grate and 8 feet apart from one another. Apart from the grate, the floor of the arena is composed of sand and gravel. The walls and floor are covered in brown marks from the fallen. There are two entrances to the pit, one on each side, meant for the entry of the combatants. Over the gates, a sign hangs, reminding the warriors of what they face. It reads:
"This is where heroes become legends, whether through life or death."
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 13, 2013 19:29:01 GMT -8
Taung staggers into the arena with a bottle in his hand, holding his arm up in front of his face to block out the offending brightness of the sun.
"Whasis? This isn dee parking lot. I swear I left my speeder here somewhere. Someone took my speeder. Thas messed up."
He staggers forwards slightly, the sun instantly warming him in his gray undersuit that normally sported the bulkier armor of a Mandalorian soldier.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jul 13, 2013 19:46:30 GMT -8
For some reason, Matango had ended up here. He had finished some judging for that bastard slave driver Corr Vhett, along with fixing the damn toilet for the third time this week...and he had slipped into what he thought was an unused scenario room. He did this from time to time, so he could have a quiet moment to catch a good buzz with his friend Endorian.
Ah, yes, Endorian....
But his quiet reverie was not to last long, as some twiddle-thumbed Mandalorian staggered in. Let it up to the damn bucketheads to ruin a quiet afternoon with little to do. Right about now, Adi wished he hadn't left his lightsaber and gauntlets in his locker in the Judges' Area...
Standing up, Adi took another long drag from the joint, and walked up to the apparently-drunk fruitcake that had somehow found his way into the GBA Arena.
"Oi! Head Science Geek!! Ain't you a little far from home? Seriously, isn't there some poor fellow that needs an ass reaming for not figuring the proper displacement for a star destroyer or something? Why don't you go back home....We don't take kindly to your type around here."
Yeah, it was true...Adi knew this guy. But it was also true that he wasn't in his normal neighborhood....He belonged in the Science Council, not the Battle Arena....So what the kriff was he doing here, and drunk of all things? Weren't there bolts he needed to count on an Eclipse or something? Honestly, science of the Star Wars Universe was complicated enough without this guy sticking his nose in anywhere and everywhere technology was concerned. It was like he could smell the silicone, and feel the molecules of the metal moving within his veins....
::Force suppression protocols now active::
The voice blared over the PA system, and Matango groaned. Oh great...first no weapons or armor...NOW, no force. Silently damning Xeonon for his button pushing, Adi gave himself a mental note to flood Xeo's hole with spiders when this was all said and done...
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 13, 2013 20:02:53 GMT -8
Taung looks up with one eye at the noisy individual who had entered the arena.
"Quiet you pansy. I'm apparently here because you judgmental types are too afraid to come play without such things as 'rules' and 'fair'."
He cups a hand to his ear...
"Hark...what was that 'Force Suppression Protocols now active? Oh..i'm sorry...I thought that got built by one of my people...my bad, I should go and berate them, but no...No shiny stick...well I guess that actually counts as tech, unfortunate. Guess you only like us as long as you can keep up, but from the looks of this place...
The Death Watch looks around at the ancient arena...
"You werent able to keep up much past the stone age..."
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jul 13, 2013 20:10:19 GMT -8
Shaking his head, Adi suddenly remembered his time in the Patent Office, and shuddered to think of the travesties and tragedies he had approved so many eons ago. This nerd here had snuck his share of overpowered crap through the very self-same office. It was rumored he slit the throat of the last High Councilor in the Science department to get the job, too....
"Of course we don't go through you guys for our gear and tech here in the Battle Arena. If we did, we would -still- be waiting for the first shipment of stuff. Better to have something that functions, and doesn't glitch out all the time, too. We don't feel like waiting four years to get our stuff through. You had ONE JOB...re-open the Patent Office....
..So, when are you actually gonna do something that would resemble work toward that goal?"
Eeeyup....let's keep poking the bear....Let's see how annoyed he would get before spewing out some sciencey/engineer-y/dweebspeak to justify his misplaced sense of direction....
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 13, 2013 20:48:29 GMT -8
"Well if you're content with sticks and stones thats your business. If I had some competent Councilors...not to name the ones that jumped ship *cough*Adieumus*cough*Matango*cough*, who kept insisting that it "looks ok" but couldnt put together an actual measurable reason why...well then it wouldnt have had to be shut down. Unlike the Galactic Battle Arena...how barbaric and archaic really, to think that someone couldnt use their minds enough to look objectively at something and so had to go back to feelings like some lesser creature...oh wait...that would be all Force Users wouldnt it..."trust your feelings" and all that nonsense."
Taung tosses the empty bottle up into the seats.
"You'd understand all that as "grunt grunt knuckledrag me make fire" but thats ok. One can hardly expect a mere judge to wrap their minds around something more convoluted than a straight line."
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Post by Adi on Jul 13, 2013 20:58:40 GMT -8
And there it was. The geekspeak had begun.
"Why would you need any councilors? You don't do any real work anyway...Seriously, the 'knuckle-draggers' as you call them have been busy revolutionizing how combat is fought on this site, and you sit around with your thumb up your arse dreaming of new ways to polish your codpiece. The only reason you do -anything- is to keep that green name. When was the last time you did something more productive than collecting dust on your buy'ce?"
A slight smirk crosses Adi's lips. He wished he had the force right now, though....He would have snatched the bottle out of the air, and stuffed it right up Taung's nose...it wouldn't be that difficult with it that far in the air like the snob he seemed to be....
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 13, 2013 21:09:52 GMT -8
Taung just started laughing, the poor naive GBA Judge, he was so content with the tiny piece of the galaxy he could see.
"You poor deluded individual, protected from everything by your High Councilor. Never having to deal with the Whills and their terrible indifference to anything that you do, not that this place...demands much more than grunting with the lifting of a finger and no thought. revolutionizing how combat is fought on the site? Please, please name the last time you defeated an entire faction in battle on your own...oh...wait...thats right...of the two of us...only the geek has gotten his hands that bloody. Meditate on that one for a minute or two...You can do that can't you? It should be easy, I hear humming helps pass the time. But I suppose being unproductive dealing with Whills, Councilors, and Players is being more productive than being a judge."
It was like trying to have a discussion with a tortoise about swimming...just because it had a shell, didnt mean it had ever seen enough water in its life to drown in.
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Post by Adi on Jul 15, 2013 8:25:41 GMT -8
Taung just didn't get that he wasn't in the Science Council office here. While he may be deluded into thinking it was important to be in the Nerd numbers game, Adi knew better. Yes, technology made Adi's job easier....but it wasn't like it was necessary to survive most of the time.
"I don't have to defeat an entire faction. I know how to deal with people and negotiate to keep from having to shoot at them with a gun the size of a planet. Besides, I have a team...You know, team? The thing where you work with others, rather than belittle them for misplacing the decimal point? Yeah, that thing. You wouldn't know how to deal with anyone other than your own imaginary friends. Besides, take away the tech, and you are just an ugly number-crunching dork with a self-esteem problem. You aren't even helping your brethren in the little war they decided to drop on the force users. What, afraid your toys will get broken? Oh, that's right, I forgot....the powers that be reduced the numbers you can use in a fight....you think you can't win without metagaming the crap out of things.
You don't have to max out everything in order to win. You just need to get some skill in battle. I don't have to get my hands bloody in order to win a fight....most of the time, I'm able to stop a fight before it begins without needing all the bells and whistles. I guess when you are so used to being the only one who approves tech, you can keep the others from getting better gear through the Science Council than you, though, eh? Good way to win an arms race when your opponents aren't able to make better stuff because you denied it, hmm?"
Talking to this guy was like trying to talk to a brick wall. A very stubborn, and self-important wall....
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 15, 2013 15:52:54 GMT -8
Taung began to realize just how little this backwards Jetiise understood about warfare in general...
"Negotiate...the inability to strategically outposition an enemy in a timely manner resulting in a subservient position, in which hoping to avoid combat is the only hope for survival. I'd like to see how you do when someone is already shooting at you, you know...aggressive negotiations...that thing where someone just walks into a room, pulls a blaster and squeezes the firing stud? Oh wait...tell them time out, that isnt proper way things are done! Ha! You couldnt defeat part of a faction without an SSD in your armada if I remember correctly. Team...unable to handle your own against more than one opponent? Ever consider that bringing in more of your own people could be exactly what the enemy wants to have happen? And if you think I need a big gun to kill things...I'll mention that I have never commanded an SSD...unlike yourself or part of your 'team'. Metagaming, please, no one else can keep up. I notice that this is a no weapons no force match...whats the matter? Afraid of the brilliant silence of space? The beautiful ballet of a highly coordinated battle? Y'know...how real wars are won by crushing an enemies supply lines, hamstringing their forces abilities to manuever and supply themselves before finishing them off with minimal casualties? You're pathetic. Not helping my brethren...yeah...that happens when you're taking on a second complete Sith Faction with an SSD involved...alone, you can't even break a single blockade of a single backwater moon with an entire team. Your title should be Jedi Watch Follower, instead of Lead, you don't deserve the title."
He waves his hands around the arena.
"This isnt a battle, this is merely you claiming that technogeeks can't take a slap to the face. Last I recall you're celebrated faction designer/admiral admitted stealing designs straight from other patents, something that is despicable and against all codes of ethics in the extreme as a councilor...more Jetii self hypocrisy. At least my ideas are all original, and passed by other counselors without a vote from me, I don't have to steal a thing. If you want to play with the big boys then at least be able to keep up. I never denied any patent that would actually work, whether I was going to run up against it or not. Maybe after this I will have to shatter Honoghr, enslave its people, and use them as I see fit. Feel free to "negotiate" that."
What a child, seeing things as he wanted, despite the truth that was there for the world to see.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jul 15, 2013 18:10:54 GMT -8
"You insufferable...pompous...arrogant...know-it-all."
Without thinking much of it, Adi reached up with his right hand, and quite literally attempted to 'plink' Taung in the nose. It was more of a gut-level reaction...to bring the man back to his senses. He was spewing, nearly word for word, the textbook definition of how to negotiate...at least from a Mandalorian point of view. Then again, the Mandalorians weren't known to be smart enough to know when negotiation skills were needed over blasters.
"You spout this nonsense like I care. See, unlike you, I have no need for grudges against someone that kicked my ass on numerous occasions like Floppy did you....I see it as jealousy for someone you could never measure up to, so you go and make all kinds of tech and ships to make up for your deficiencies."
He waited for the retaliatory attack, either verbal or physical, that was sure to come.
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 15, 2013 18:41:25 GMT -8
Taung blinked slowly at the Jedi who had reached up and thumped him in the nose like a misbehaving child...or at least that was what he thought had happened. Odd thing about whiskey was that his sense of feel was more dead around his face than usual.
"My memory may be fuzzy...but I don't think i've ever lost to Floppy. I make all kinds of tech and ships because I love advancing technology and the tactics that drive it. It is my love and passion. If I get beaten it means I need to improve, adapt, overcome, out-think, outmaneuver. You don't have a hobby that you love? Pity."
Taung looks at his nose and then at the Jedi standing in front of him.
"Did you really just thump my nose? Or did I imagine that?"
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Post by Adi on Jul 15, 2013 18:55:46 GMT -8
"You advance nothing but the ability to make war. Some hobby that is. I prefer more peaceful means, thank you."
At the mention of the nose plink, Adi started to snicker. That snicker turned into a verbal giggle, then into a full blown laugh. He couldn't help it...it was something he had wanted to do since his GBA career started way-back-when, against the MothaFuggin LION OF THE FORCE, Benye Cali. While the outcome was Adi winning...he had vowed to plink the man in the nose, and not accomplished his goal.
Well, there you had it. The amusement factor was exactly what Adi had expected. Through gasps for air, Adi answered.
"Yes. Yes I did. I figured it was about the only physical blow you could take without crying about powergaming."
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 15, 2013 19:05:25 GMT -8
"War determines if and when a government raises or falls, and so it should be studied carefully in all its aspects. I'm a Death Watch Mandalorian, conflict is required for growth. Ease allows decay, whereas pressure creates gems. Besides, I can still call powergaming about hits like that!"
Fakes a cry and then envokes "The Unnatural Law of Taung - Bequeathed by Whill Odin, Taung may reinterpret any of the Natural Laws he choses whenever he chooses, and interpret them as he sees fit." law, and kicks at Adi's ankle in a childish fashion to score an instant hit. Its only after that that he remembers he isnt wearing boots and starts hopping up and down on one foot at the pain in his toes.
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Post by Adi on Jul 15, 2013 19:14:42 GMT -8
Adi started hopping around too, the ankle throbbing, and smarting something fierce. Who -DOES- that?? Well, at least he was hurt too.
"Seriously? Are you kidding me? What are you, four years old?" Reaching down, Adi rubbed the sore spot on his lower shin/ankle area. He was literally in disbelief. Sure, the nose plink was immature...and probably uncalled for...but a kick to the shins? That was the final insult. "You really need to go back home, geekboy. You are liable to get your arse kicked here. Go back to your cubicle, you can be safe and warm there. This is where the big boys play.
I'm sure you know the way out."
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 16, 2013 21:07:15 GMT -8
Taung put his foot down, now hurting a bit less. Then kicked some sand towards Adi.
"Big boys. Ha! You couldnt play with the big boys if they picked you up and carried you!"
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Post by Adi on Jul 21, 2013 16:48:54 GMT -8
Adi hopped backward a little bit, but was still hit in the shins, and all over his sneakers with the kicked sand. Oh...oh ho ho...OH no....
Two things you don't mess with as far as Adieumus Matango was concerned...his hair, and his Air Force Ones. Taung had just soiled a fresh pair of sneakers, and that was akin to blasphemy as far as the Jedi was concerned."Of course you know, this means war."Without another word, Adi reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small flute. He began playing it, horribly. *And I don't mean just a -little- bit bad...I'm talking Britney Spears bad...One Direction bad...Justin Bieber bad. It was so horrible, it would have chased away Palpatine, and turned him to the lightside....Yea, it was that bad.* He was hoping that Taung would bleed out from the ears, and run away screaming.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 21, 2013 17:28:41 GMT -8
Taung shook his head, the music was horrible...but there was something different about it...ah...that is what it was.
"War indeed, but that isnt The Beebs, only he can play that bad. Compared to him you're just the sorcerors apprentice! No where near shattering glass bad! But if you're going to fight dirty..."
He reaches behind him and pulls out a small chalkboard...grins at Adi...and starts raking his fingernails across it, creating the earplitting spine tingling goosebump raising sound of every childs horror...even he is not unaffected.
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Post by Adi on Jul 22, 2013 15:48:52 GMT -8
Fingernails on a chalkboard? Psh....
"You've apparently not been privvy to Icey's explosive bitchfests. Fingernails on a chalkboard? Hell, that's her on level four....
...She has twenty levels of bitch."
Since things were being pulled out of pockets....GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!!....Anyway, since things were being pulled out of pockets, Adi reached into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants, and pulled out a picture...but it wasn't just any picture....
"I -really- didn't want to have to break this out...All underage viewers please look away, due to the graphic nature of this picture. Parental Advisory, to be sure."
He turned the picture around to the nearest holocam, and held it up. What it showed was more horrible than anything that could be imagined....It was Taung, wearing his buy'ce...*and not much else*. This was disturbing on its own, to be sure...But, the one he was with? Where he was? What he was doing? Oh, it was too nasty for words. Hanging from a massive chandelier was Villa's mum. She had Taung between her massive tree trunk legs, trying to squish the Mando between her thighs....
You don't want to know which direction he was facing.....
The holocams immediately broadcast the picture to the Holonet TMZ network....it would be all over the universe by tonight.
"I know what you are going to say...'That was a LONG TIME AGO'!!! No, it wasn't. This was taken last week, my friend. This is just -nasty-. You should be removed from office for lewd conduct unbecoming a councilor."
Mockingly, Adi wagged his finger at the man. The first time he had seen the holopic, Matango had literally thrown up on the spot, and he was violently ill for several days afterward. Even now, he couldn't bear to look at it for any more than a second or two without getting queasy.
Maybe it would have the same effect on Taung....
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jul 22, 2013 18:24:58 GMT -8
Taung put his hand to his mouth, and attempted to hold down the bile during several almost uncontrolled heaves, closing his eyes for a second. Finally controlling his stomach, Taung managed to straighten back up. It was such a low blow it would normally be impossible to counter...but there were things that Adi didnt know.
"You should be ashamed of yourself for even considering watching such things...but i'll bet you havent seen the whole thing have you? Well...there was one satisfying thing about that..."
Taung simply let the holo play as it slowly shifted to a wider view to show the interior of Adieumus' bedroom, the room in utter chaos...the sheets were in a horrendously tossed appearance. A droid could be seen remaking the bed...without changing the linens.
"I'll let you stew on that one a bit there Jetii. Bet your Force senses didnt tell you about that did it?"
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