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Post by Corr on Jun 14, 2013 10:12:32 GMT -8
Honoghr: Colosseum de L'ange Tomb
 This massive amphitheater, near the Spaceport in Nystao, was built using the plans of ancient builders, found on holocrons uncovered in the Rakatan Temple. The Honoghr government wished to pay tribute to those that had come before them, and by using these designs, they built this structure, using modern construction techniques and materials. The elliptical building is immense, measuring 388m by 356m and reaching a height of more than 60 meters. The Colosseum can accommodate some 550,000 spectators who could enter the building through no less than 80 entrances. Above the ground are six stories.
Below the ground, under the actual arena floor, were rooms with mechanical devices and equipment, to provide for the most interesting combat, or sporting event, possible. The huge amphitheater was built on the site of a hot-spring-fed lake, which gave the ability to flood the lower levels of the actual amphitheater floor, should the games require it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 12:09:16 GMT -8
*In the catacombs beneath the arena, a hooded figure sat, alone, in deliberate darkness. It was the only environment in which Kaldera deemed worthy of removing his helmet when in population centers and, judging by the roar of the crowds above him, he was near the heart of one such place. He had been here on Honoghr for a little over three weeks, meditating on the dark side energy that filled the dead planets air. He had been deeply intrigued by the planet upon discovering its history and couldn't resist the urge to see it all for himself.*
*Upon arriving, he had almost been overwhelmed by the intensity of death that radiated from very soil upon leaving the clean lands. The feeling was glorious! Kneeling in the poisoned earth, Kaldera knew that one day, he would bring this to every other world in the galaxy. After several days in the dead lands, he returned to Nystao for supplies and discovered that the locals were hosting a series of tournaments. After attending a number of events, Kaldera concluded that this arena would be a good place to exercise his skills and abilities and signed on.*
*That had been a week and a half ago. He didn't know why he had stayed so long. The anger and hatred radiating from the crowds fueled him, but bored him now as well. It had been days since he had fought a worthy opponent, yet, sitting now in total darkness, he felt that today would be a day that truly put his skills to the test.*
*A loud series of bangs came from the single durasteel door. Snapping his eyes open, the glowing yellow of his eyes the only thing to be seen in the darkness, Kaldera levitated his helmet to him and slid it over his head as the door screeched open to reveal a short Noghri who waved him over, obviously rushing to get the contestants to the field above. Rising slowly, deliberately, Kaldera pulled his charcoal back hood over his helmet and walked towards the door. With each step, Kaldera summoned the power of the darkside to him and began to tighten it around the Noghri's neck. As Kaldera stepped into the hallway, the Noghri dropped to it's knees, it's hands clawing at it's throat trying to loosen the invisible grip cutting off it's airway. Without turning to look at the pathetic creature, Kaldera sent a surge of energy into his invisible noose made audible by the loud snap! of the being's neck and the thump! that followed. Kaldera then walked on to the stair well that would lead into the arena.*
*Stepping onto the hard sand of the Colosseum floor, Kaldera didn't bother looking to the crowd. These pathetic excuses for living creatures didn't deserve his notice. They were nothing but temporary power for him, nothing more. What he focused on, instead, was the opposite end of the arena, where the man that was to be his opponent stood...*
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 19, 2013 16:24:04 GMT -8
Blazing high overhead like the single, hollowed out eye of an ancient sun god, practicing the only duty it had left to attend with all of it's believers long since dead. The heat over the arena gave rise to the acrid stench of drying blood, and to the turgid swamp that boiled about the ground, intermingled with sand. Desiccated corpsed were strewn about messily, no one having bothered to stop the slaughter that had been going on now for hours. The crowd had been terrified, in the beginning, but now the could not but watch in morbid transfixion.
He stood in the middle of the arena, holding up the pitiful, blubbering man who had just minutes prior been putting up what might have passed for a valiant effort in most cultures. Darian looked down into his eyes with no shortage of dread compassion, and he found nothing but regret in the man. "Is this the measure of your soul, bur'cya?" The whisper was half bemused, half sad as the victim choked back a sob, searching for mercy in the strange Priest. Like all of the others before, he eas now certain, he would find none.
Lifting the man high, eliciting a sudden, harsh gasp for air from the man- who he was sure now had a collapsed lung, and would not survive the night (or would not have, if Darian had intended to spare him at all), Darian uttered a silent prayer as Gorehound drew a crimson smile across the man's neck, and felt a river run down his fingers where he gripped the fading man tightly.
A dull wind blew over the arena, whispering some ancient song in the Beviin's ears as he turned at the faint sound of footsteps behind him, and a new creature came into view. Dropping the body- blood flicking from his fingers as his right arm fell limp to his side, the chains of his garb fell down and obscured his twitching fingers from vision. They fumbled about, taking the Ripper in the folds of his tattered mess of black robe in hand, and his lips set in a frown.
He had wasted no time- this was a magic using bastard, and though Darian had no sense of the power that flooded the man, nor of what emanated from him, he could still see that Siit who haunted his nightmares- the man who used his wife, then murdered both her and his son- and this man was very much the same. One of the beasts needing to be put down. How convenient, then, that his force had led him right to his end.
"Your move," Darian whispered. "Make it count."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 18:48:15 GMT -8
*As he approached, Kaldera watched in curiosity as the chained human lifted a quivering excuse for intelligent life into the air and slit his throat. That was when he realized how muggy the atmosphere of the Colosseum was. Having spent the first decades of his life on Mustafar, Kaldera knew all there was to know about withstanding hot environments. Yet, this heat was wet, making his robes stick to his body and he quickly realized, as the man dropped the now still creature and turned to face him, why he was shirtless.*
*With one quick movement, Kaldera threw his over cloak behind him, revealing the two cylinders on his belt and the flamethrower on his right wrist, a small hose running along his arm to his shoulder and down to the small of his back. Flicking the activation switch, now about thirty meters away from the man, Kaldera drew a small stream of flame and used latched onto it with the Force, feeding it till it grew to into a fireball the size of a man's head. Then, splitting it into to smaller fireballs, Kaldera hurled both of them in quick succession at the chained man.*
*As the fireballs sailed on, Kaldera's pace turned from that of a slow walk into a quick run, drawing both his lightsabers as he did so, only activating the red blade in his right hand.*
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 19, 2013 19:09:46 GMT -8
Typical sorceror. All tricks and no real combat. But that served just fine; as the man threw his cloak upward in some grand gesture that was lost on the High Priest of Kad Ha'rangir, Darian capitalized on the opening. His hand rocketed upward from beneath his sweat-stained vestments and, in a quick arc, he pulled down on the trigger three times. The Ripper screamed in violent testimony to the mayhem it's master wrought.
The first one was intended for the man's center of mass. As the Sith conjured his miniature firestorm, he would find himself facing one of the nastiest weapons the Mandalorians had ever created. Training, coupled with the motion of his arm, abated most of the recoil from the shots, which sent shock he was all too accustomed to down him arm and sent swirling images of slaughter through his mind. The second shot was aimed to take him directly in the Xyphoid Process (the area where the chest bones fused together), which- if impacted at a high enough velocity- could shatter and leave the Sith spasming in his death throes. The final shell came directly for Kaldera's face- all three fired in the span of about two seconds.
As the final shot was fired, Darian threw himself out to his left- assuming the man still intended to hurl the flames at him, he would have to waste time directing them. If he intended to make them a real danger. The clatter of chains in the sand as he rolled quickly to his feet created an intoxicating rhythm that played over and again in the Beviin's mind, rising to a climax as the man drew a wicked blade of plasma. Sweat poured down Darian's body as he turned to face his enemy, who would have had to turn and alter his course to give chase.
Darian would face the inferno in due time, but not without ripping the forceling apart in the process. No- this would not be over quickly. It never was with forcies. Thy will be done, Kad. Thy will be done.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2013 23:02:25 GMT -8
*As his hands moved around the growing fire ball, his cloak settling to the sand behind him, Kaldera's eyes narrowed in frustration as the chained man rose his arm, clearly aiming a blaster of some foreign make at him. Thrusting both hands forward, he threw the single fireball, 'bout the size of a balled fast, and dove to the right as the first round fired. Rolling over his left shoulder, Kaldera sprang to his feet and began running straight for the chained man.*
*As the chained man rose after having dodged his fireball, Kaldera located the metallic weapon through the Force, focusing on the barrel of the weapon he wrapped it in an invisible band, then squeezed, crushing the end to prevent the man from firing more.*
*Drawing his lightsabers from his belt now he activated both, the red blade in his right hand, and the lava blade in his left. As what looked like molten magma oozed off of the blade and into the sand, Kaldera fed on the fear and anger radiating from the spectators around him, empowering him as he summoned the Force to him as he leaped into the air, quickly covering the remaining distance between he and his new found enemy. As he came in to land, Kaldera swung both blades straight down at the chained one's shoulders.*
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 19, 2013 23:51:16 GMT -8
Jedi reflexes were, as ever, annoying. The man fired off his little blazing burst with calculated annoyance, clearly put off by Darian's employment of a firearm. Which was perfect for the Priest's purposes. In the instant where the both of them were indisposed, one dodging flame and the other dodging bullets from a Ripper, Darian capitalized by depositing the weapon back into the safety of his robes, rolling over his left shoulder as he did so, coming back to his feet as planned.
Rising slowly, with murderous purpose, Darian kept himself hunched over to help lessen the burden of his chains, watching in silence as the Sith thrust out both hands, as if seeking something, his obvious target the weapon that Darian had banished only seconds before. Darian had seen many Mando'ade lose their blasters to that kind of trick, energies twisting and ruining the simple, yet catastrophic weapons with little more than a thought.
Of course, the Ripper probably wouldn't be as effective a second time around. But it had served it's purpose amicably.
The man was in his range, now. Running, not just walking, the Sith had closed the gap between them. And as he leapt upward, blotting out the sun with an imposing shadow, Darian smiled softly. The weapons came crackling down, blades meeting as Darian stepped in a practiced manner out to his right, dancing out from the direct line of the attack. Gorehound had surged out in a precise backhanded arc, as if annoyed that the other man had discounted it's effeciency. The beskar axe slammed with force into the saber that was closest him- the saber in Kaldera's left hand. Generally, when a saber met resistance of the metallic kind, it had been Darian's experience that sparks flew.
What he saw this time- the gush of magma that emanated from the nexus of their weapons, out of the corner of his eye- Darian didn't waste his time getting stunned. Instead, twisting his hips around, his right knee snapping up toward Kaldera's lower spine as the Sith would be landing, Darian intended to impale the man on his own superheated weapons. And, failing that, a knee to the spine ought to incapacitate him long enough to steal a killing blow.
That was the plan, at least. The Priest's right hand whipping up to the hose at the man's side, Darian attempted to wrench him backward, into the knee strike while simultaneously crippling the flamethrower. If nothing else, cover all of your bases- that was how Beviins were taught to fight, from the time they could first stand until the day they could stand no more.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 5:40:10 GMT -8
*As Kaldera's duel blades slammed into the sand, instantly heating the sand to glass as the chained man side stepped and brought his ax to bare on him. As Kaldera landed, he touched down into a crouch and smashing his lava blade down on the ax as the chained man drove it towards his chest, sending globs of magma spraying down to collect in the sand. As the chained one continued to side step to come up behind him, Kaldera summoned the Force to assist him as he back flipped over his opponent*
*Time seemed to pass in slow motion as he looked down upon his enemy, drenched in the fresh blood of recent kills, wreaking of blood and sweat. Kaldera was beginning to admire the man whose name he would never know.*
*Touching down behind him, their backs facing each other, Kaldera twisted his body to the right to bring both sabers around to slash them both blades across the chained man's back, but expected to meet some kind or resistance, where in which the chained man would be peppered with chunks of molten magma that continued to drip from Kaldera's lava blade.*
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 23, 2013 8:17:28 GMT -8
Steady as she goes. That was the rule once it got down to this point. Darian's eyes flashed over the array on the man's flank in an instant, and traced the hose to it's source as the man's feet bunched up beneath him in a crouch and his legs gathered up their power for whatever the man had planned. Short of the knee finding no target and his right hand being free, the Sith had locked Gorehound out of it's killing blow, mere inches from satisfaction. This elicited a low growl from Darian, who's right thumb had grazed over his curled fingers only a moment or two prior.
As the man rocketed upward with inhuman grace and ease, Darian ripped Gorehound downward to interrupt the motion, their connected blades offering him a much better series of synapses, in the opinion of a Mando, than any force using child could manage. His reflexes, his experience, everything guided his movement now as he attempted to drive the Sith down like a nail being hammered.
But that was the lie. The axe would just work to slow the flip, at best, while Darian worked. His right arm corrected for motion almost on instinct, tracing the invisible vector the man's hips were taking, and the piercing scream of his wrist laser broke the terse silence between them as it ripped through space and time toward one of the cyllinders on the man's belt. The force might have gifted the Sith godlike speed, but a good eye and a blaster bolt could bring a swift end to that. Swift and, in some cases, explosive- perhaps.
The flip would end with Darian facing the man, now bracing for impact, digging his feet into the sand. The howl of the crowd had risen now, but the Priest heard only his god. He ripped the tomahawk free and back up to cover his face in the event of an explosion, knowing that proximity alone would send him flying, but beyond that, his beskar could soak much of the blast's initial effects. The forceling would prove far less lucky being the core of the blast and unarmored both. Assuming, of course, the plan worked.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 11:42:07 GMT -8
*Time slowed as Kaldera flipped through the empty air above the chained man, feeling a pull at his lava blade as his opponent slammed his ax in an attempt to throw off his flip. But, with the power of the Force on his side, Kaldera sailed on. Looking down into the eyes of his enemy as he telegraphed his jump, Kaldera found the blazing green eyes staring back at him to be the most disturbing quality of the enemy he faced, for they held a secret darkness that he both understood, yet could not grasp.*
*It was in that fraction of a second that Kaldera realized he had made a grave mistake. As the blaster bolt shot into the small gas tank at the small of his back, the canister exploded in a ball of flame that, Kaldera immediately turned all his attention towards controlling and redirecting. With his focus now drawn elsewhere, his flip went unfinished, landing on his back with a soft thud! against the arena sand, the force of the impact drawing the breath from his lungs and his lightsabers from his hands, both of which rolled a few feat away extinguishing as they left his grasp. As he had hit the ground, Kaldera lost his concentration on the flames, extinguishing them in the compact ball Kaldera had confined them to to prevent them from setting his robes ablaze.*
*Swallowing air in gulps, Kaldera then realized that while he had prevented himself from catching on fire, his back was now laced with several hot shards from the canister. As the hot pain began to swell his mind, Kaldera opened himself to it, feeding on it and the rage that swelled within him at his failure, he immediately sat up and looked to locate the chained man, who by this point would no doubt be practically on top of him, and lashed out with a bolt of red lightning from his right hand with the intention of blowing a hole straight through the chained man's chest and be done with him.*
*However, in the event that that failed, Kaldera extended his left hand to his lava blade and drew it to him, gripping the Sher Kar tooth handle and activating the orange magma flow once more as he stood, feeling the muggy air breeze across his back, his robes ripped to shreds by the explosion showing the red skin of his race beneath the red blood streaming from several wounds across his back.*
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 26, 2013 11:59:04 GMT -8
The blast came and went, disappointingly smaller and less concussive than anticipated. From behind Gorehound, Darian saw the pitiful display of self preservation on the part of the sorceror, and he felt the pangs of woeful pity seep into him. "Rejoice for those who fall, who go to Kad; they will know glory in the next life, and their ashes will cultivate the field for the new." As for what this Siit was now, struggling to live on, to persist, to stagnate, Darian could no longer look upon him with hate.
The somber look in his eyes as his left hand dropped to his side was heart wrenching- to think, only moments before this man had been posessed with destructive and dark tendencies would have seemed silly. As the man fell, weak and pitiful, Darian muttered in silence, hand once more reaching into his robes, withdrawing his Ripper.
"May Kad judge you justly, force child."
Aiming at the man's heart, profane streaks of electricity jolting forth from the hands of the terrified creature, Darian fired, pulling on the trigger to empty the magazine. Let no one say Darian Beviin was unmerciful.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 14:14:55 GMT -8
*As Kaldera sat up, his pain and rage gathering at his finger tips, he looked up into the green abyss of the chained man's eyes as he rose his ripper to Kaldera's chest and said his prayer. In response, Kaldera shot his hand out and let loose his Darkside power just as the first rounds pierced his body. By sheer force of will, Kaldera shot forth several strands of red lightning from his finger tips, knowing that with each bullet more of his life force faded away, his power weakening. In the flash of a second, the chained man had finished emptying his clip long after Kaldera ceased to feel his body, yet he still managed to remain sitting up. His power left him then and the world began to darken before he closed his eyes and surrendered to the darkness, falling back to the red stained sand.*
*Kaldera passed before he hit the ground, his helmet slipping off as his head bounced against the sand, revealing the red flesh of a true Sith.*
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 26, 2013 16:09:08 GMT -8
As the electricity seared against his chains, jolting through them and riding each length angrily around the insulated layer of cloth beneath them, the superconducted outburst sent heat through Darian that caused his teeth to gnash. If it had kept up, no amount of anti-shock measures would have kept him safe- but the man's eyes were empty before that could ever happen.
Darian watched the life leave him as the last bullet ripped clean through flesh, and he cast the gun aside, taking a deep breath through his nostrils. Again, he lived, surviving an opponent who he had been taught was nigh unbeatable in straightforward combat. Again, he proved that thought incorrect. Like Boba Fett- a legend of his people, a master of combat without the aid of magicks- Darian now stood.
Stepping forward in silence, each step closing the distance between himself and the body of the True Sith, Darian fell to a knee next to the man, reaching up to close his eyes. "You go now to whatever god you chose in life; but know, Siit, that a Priest of Kad rejects the festering touch of Arasuum on your eternal soul. Though you did not follow the Resol'nare, though you drank the stagnant energies, in death, we are all equal."
As his prayer faded and Darian strapped Gorehound back in it's rightful place at his hip, he rose and turned away from the man who had proven himself worthy prey. "May you find glory on the battlefield of Manda, Siit. Bring glory to Kad alongside my son. Fight next to Markis, and tell him his father loves him. That he is proud of him. Do that for me, Siit, and before Kad, I will call you my friend."
And in silence, Darian left the man, neither of them having traded names, or stories, or ale. In war, there are no winners.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 4, 2013 11:24:06 GMT -8
Evening gents looks like I am blessed with telling you guys who won. However today I feel like being a dick and making you wait for your answer
To start it off good back story from both of you, I always prefer reading something that is fleshed out a little. Kaldera you should be careful in the way you write out a hit. Although it was not to a person but rather a weapon it is still an no no here in the GBA (Crushing the gun barrel), and same goes to you my beskar clad friend. When it is in a defensive move it is different but just keep an eye out for that sort of thing in the future. To quote a fellow judge "Mando priest thing-hella creepy" so props on that.
Now despite the calls on the earlier posts things went very well for both of you. The fight is clean, great use of what you have and your post cuts are squeaky clean. Kaldera loses, but loses well. Doesn't make a scene, just tries to get in one last attack before dying very sith like if you ask me.
Congrats Darian on making it to the next round of the Pre-Season Tournament. I hope to see you both in the GBA again kicking ass.
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