Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 23, 2013 10:44:00 GMT -8
Who: Lord Jud'dayus vs. Atia
Where: Someplace interesting...
Rules: GBA standard
Weapons: Melee, saber, blaster.
12. Belly Of The Beast
Our combatants find themselves in a cave much like the scene from Empire Strikes Back. The sides of the cave cannot be seen from where they are but, if they were to move far enough they will encounter strange walls dripping with a thin layer of seems to be slime. There is a ship resting on its hardstand and the air is think with moisture. Breathing apparatus adorns both our duelists faces (if needed) and they face each other across a ten meter distance, with the ship off to their side. Each or our characters struggle with their footing, finding that the ground underneath seems to give a little with each step and a squelching sound accompanies each contact.
Having a bad feeling about this is natural and, as they look at each other in confusion, the ground tilts dramatically to the side, sending both staggering, perhaps falling, towards the ship. Vague shadows slip and flit here and there, always lost in the gloom, but tangible enough to give the impression that they are not tricks of the dim light from the ship.
They are, of course, in the belly of the Space Slug though they may or may not know it at this time. Any impact, be it a hard step or a weapon discharging, on the "floor" or "walls" will result in a massive rocking motion as the whole place tilts this way and that. Indigestion is never nice, not even for a gargantuan worm, so the earthquake-like occurrence will happen with more regularity and more force as the duel wears on...
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 23, 2013 18:03:25 GMT -8
Dark. Dank. Squishy. Slimey.
"Great..." Jud said into the muffling embrace of his re-breather. At least it wasn't a Sarlacc again. Jud thought to himself with a nod, as he looked around into the slight haze, seeing a ship off in the distance. "I suppose that's my ticket out?" The Old Sith mused to himself as he made his way towards the craft, his booted feet causing a sucking sound with every foot-fall and subsequent new step. He knew this feeling, he had been there two tournaments ago. Jud stopped for a moment and looked around. peering into the dark yet again. This definitely wasn't a Sarlacc, it was too big... but what the fug was he in?
The floor under Jud's feet shuddered, causing the Sith to stumble slightly as he regained his slick footing. Floor? Jud laughed, no, this wasn't really a floor. It was some kind of mucous membrane...something living, something he really didn't want to be in or near.
"To the ship I go then..." Jud said has he picked up the pace towards the craft.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Aug 24, 2013 17:24:56 GMT -8
Since it would be rather stupid to have Atia wait for the target fully stealthed inside a Space Worms gut, guess where she is?
Yeah... in the ship. I guess you just smelled surprise coming a mile away there...
The dark shape drawn by the lights inside the ship walked down the ramp and stood there for a moment.
She was garbed in her usual combat garb, dark purple mummy like strips of cloth wrapping around nearly every part of her body. Only the hands were gloved and the eyes were covered by goggles able to see in normal, heat and night visions. Stealth belt with sound dampner modifications, E11 in its holster on the left, lightsaber hanging from the right. On the back of the belt was two smoke granade canisters and two vials of concentrated powdered Lye. Highly basic stuff, in both its meanings.
Combat boots, voice distortion device in the slave collar.
While Jud was still wondering what belly of what beast they were in, Atia allready knew an answer, either because she was a woman and was entitled to being right or because she kinda flew the ship here... So, Atia revelled in the knowledge that she knew more then her oponent who looked rather lost, even if he could just walk out at any end of the worm, and if ati was asked, she would prefear the rear end.
Because THIS perticular sith was a large and highly valued insect that needed a good dose of squishing, then some grinding, and some more squishing just to make sure...
She started to calmly walk towards her oponent just as the shakes decided to stop.
"Ah, look... the true agent of digestion in a space worms stomack. I thought you sith could get better jobs then this..."
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 24, 2013 21:00:24 GMT -8
Jud felt the stir in the Force before hearing the voice.
Jud recognized the voice instantly before the bitch's essence washed over him in its sickening pheromonic stench. "Ah... a space worm, of course." Jud stated through the Force - seeing as his mouth would be muffled by the re-breather on his face - before lazily looking around their cavernous surroundings. "The Nightsister wench graces me with her presence yet again. So good to see you with the rest of us refuse." The Sith continued with a mocking bow and a devilish grin under his mask. "I'd say good luck, but I wouldn't really mean it. After all, you're only a step above a gibbering shaman primitive... well, you and your kind. Nightsister Atia." Jud ended with a exaggerated shrug before lowering his hood and unclasping his cloak to fall to the gelatinous membrane they both stood on.
"Now...I know you're not a stand up fighter." Jud said with a tisk tisk motion of his left hand. "So, how dirty do you want it?" Jud's saber's leapt from his belt towards his hands, igniting into two sister blades of orange light. Each blade was slightly over a meter long; at the highest setting his duel-phases would allow. Jud's body instinctively bladed sideways, his left hand and foot forward, making sure to keep his left hand high and his saber's blade almost parallel to the floor. His right hand stayed close to his waist, angling it's blade down towards the floor as well.
There was no need to charge in, not now, she was still too far away and this guttural footing wouldn't give him any advantage. No, he'd wait, he knew she liked to play with her prey. A smile crossed the Old Sith's face again. He liked playing games like this - much like Dejarik - one could never truly show their strategy too early. He'd moved a piece, now... he awaited the response.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Aug 28, 2013 17:10:07 GMT -8
The dark shade in the light of the ships reached behind her with a hand as she walked calmly off the ramp. It was near inpossible to see what she had in her hand because of the light behind her, but she had taken out a vial of lye and started to rub the white powder onto her gloves.
"You know the saying, quit while you are ahead... oh... right... through thousands of years, you sith never learned that lesson..."
She made sure half the lye was still in the vial as she was done, and stood up in a combat stance. Weight was on her right foot wich was behind her, left stretched out forward, her feet diagonal. Her right arm was behind her, the hand rested just beside her bent right knee. Left hand was stretched out towards Jud, fingers closed, waving him to get closer.
"If I am such a lowly creature, why are you still talking? Come, take my ship away sith!"
Then, she pointed at him with her left hand, and then drew that same index finger from one ear to an other, showing him how he will die... and also, activating the voice distortion device on her slave collar. With the breath mask she wore under the cloth wrappings that circled her body, her voice was rasp but not deamonic enough to scream the Banshee Wail... now, she was ready for him to come.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 28, 2013 20:31:01 GMT -8
Jud laughed. "Oh, very very good. Bravo, even... but only someone as ignorant as you would classify me as one of those weaklings." Jud shook his head slightly at the Twi'lek. "You poor misguided wretch."
Jud watched Atia start to posture herself. Excellent, the Old Sith thought to himself with a smirk. The bitch's move was being played, her hand dealt. Jud took a deep breath, his muscles tensed and his toes wiggled in his boots in anticipation of exacting pain on the Twi'lek.
"On the contrary Nightsister... I like talking to my prey. Its just more personable..."
The Sith's sabers disengaged, freeing his hands - for the moment - to capitalize on the Nightsister's folly. Jud's hands grasped out into crushing claws, his knuckles cracking with the exertion of force. As soon as the crushing motion was completed both of Jud's hands turned up and towards him; as if he was conducting the first beat of an orchestra. It was a two step, of course. Cause and effect Jud supposed. The grasping motion had been a Force crush to the sister's respirator, hopefully allowing the near non-atmosphere of the space slug to gain access to the Twi'lek's lungs; crippling her into asphyxiate shortly. The second was a powerful Force grab towards Jud. If he could help it, he wasn't going to go trotting off, not with the state of the floor they were fighting on. No, she would come to him, like any good dog, she'd come to her Master... her superior.
With the Force attacks settled and put into play, Jud's arms bent at the elbows and crisscrossed, bringing a saber to each adjacent hand. when the saber's were firmly in the Sith's hands he engaged the sister blades in a flourish of orange light. His arms began to straighten, traveling outside in, passing his hands over one another and ending the strokes with both hands at waist level; effectively bringing both blades across the front of him in a scissor-like motion. Ensuring that the Twi'lek would be cut in two, if she was pulled completely into his saber's wide-range.
1, 2, 3... within a blink of the eye, Atia's dispatch and Jud's way out of this fetid hole.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Sept 25, 2013 12:56:58 GMT -8
He underestimated the woman. For the first, he couldnt see the rebreather, nor knew its shape. It was under strips of velvet, so he had to find it in the force, just as you do with lungs, throat and heart... and atia felt it just before it would be executed. It was the first warning, and it was enough. Barely. She had maybe a second to pull in force to parry, and she would if she was not suddenly grabbed from all sides.
The dark side is strongest when passion is involved, and the fear for ones survival is strongest. She was cought off guard, and she released a force wave, dicipating the siths attempt, but in turn, she expelled more Force then she would have needed. An early indication at one just a novice at the arts, not a veteran. Her arms flung to the sides and there was a cold shimmer in the dark, a sound of a strong wind, and the siths attack was no more.
The way she learned, the Wave comes from inside, it comes from the power of ones center, it is so it can expand, and thus, she had tensed her torso, every muscle, and with this ... also rather noobish... use of force, she started her slow jurney towards becoming tired. At now, maybe slightly winded.
And that is when the woman charged...
and that is when the world started to rumble.
Even if the Space Worm can survive space, be used in fleet combat (I am not claiming effectively, just saying they CAN), and devour ships, the force wave, even if a bit weak, acted as a bunch in the bely. It started to rumble.
It did nought for Atia. She was mobile, and she KNEW she would be here... she DID come with a ship, and the boots she had donned were made so they would hardly slip, like Formulet 1 tires on a rainy race day. She moved quickly towards her target.
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