Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Nov 8, 2013 10:43:49 GMT -8
Gabriel vs. Miras
Rules: No armor, top ten powers, three weapons
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The Tarko-se Arena was a large gladiatoral arena located on the city of Tarko-se on the planet Cato Neimoidia. Jedi Master Rahm Kota was forced to fight in the arena and survived for seven days before Starkiller rescued him. The Baron Merillion Tarko said Kota was the most formidable fighter yet seen in the arena but he was sure Starkiller would be better.
The arena itself bears a slight resemblance to thee Galactic Senate Rotunda. It too has detachable platforms which allow the audience to drift over to view specific area's of the arena floor. It was large enough that several different gladiatorial contests could be under way at one time. There was little in the way of rules in such battles and odds were quite often stacked against favourites to make things more interesting. The floor itself was dusted in a fine sand that absorbed blood and gore nicely and the walls were smooth, with little traction afforded. Force fields were also in place to stop some of the wild creatures from scaling the sides and eating the crowd.
Some of the creatures used in the arena over the years are: Acklays, Massiffs, Rancors, Krayt dragons, Razor hounds, Slice hounds, Gorog, any of which can be worked into the Role Play as our writers see fit (AS LONG AS BOTH WRITERS AGREE).
A cheering and hollering crowd greet our two combatants as they are pushed forward and out into the arena from respective gates...
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Miras
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Post by Miras on Nov 10, 2013 14:06:39 GMT -8
Miras stumbled into the arena with a curse that was drowned out by the sudden roar of the crowd. Turning to flip his captors the bird only to find that the gates had already been shut behind him, the Corellian youth settled for making the obscene gesture at one of the hovering platforms loaded with spectators. This only seemed to incite them further, so he begrudgingly lowered his hands back down to his sides and turned in a slow circle, studying his surroundings. It was an arena of some sort, he was sure- judging by the bloodlust emanating from the crowds, the fact that he'd been allowed to retain his lightsaber and blaster pistol, and the layout of the place- but beyond that he had no clue where in Chaos he was.
His gaze shifted to the opposite side of the arena, where there was a gate identical to the one he'd just been rather roughly shoved through. Idly wondering if they'd have him face off against a warrior or some nightmarish beast- or maybe both- in order to get their kicks, Miras searched the pockets of the earth-toned traveling cloak he wore until he found a battered pack of cigarettes. Seems they'd overlooked them. 'Thank Ashla,' the Padawan thought with a glance at the chronometer on his wrist. 'Wonder how long this is gonna take?'
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Post by Gabriel Angellos on Nov 11, 2013 9:29:20 GMT -8
At the opposite end of the arena from where the first entrant entered, the gates slowly slid open revealing a dark blackness that seemed to be just a large hole in the side of walls where no light entered or exited. Looking closely at the hole in the wall, one would see a slight shift in the shadows as a figure slowly emerged. The figure continued to walk out of the hole until he was about 6 feet from hole and covered in light. However, if you looked at the man, you would only see black. The man was covered in a black hooded cloak, black pants and a black shirt.
Gabriel lifted his head and looked around. As he looked around his surroundings, he recognized the fact that he was in a pit of some kind. Other than that, there were hovering platforms about him, circling the area he was standing in. From the platforms came the cheers and bloodlust of the spectators. This could only mean one thing, he thought. He was in an arena of some sort, sent here to fight for other's amusement. Across from him, on the other side of the pit stood another person. Gabriel couldn't tell much about this person yet, but he knew that this person was the one he was supposed to fight. Reaching down to his sides with his hands, Gabriel felt around for his sabers. They were still there: the double-bladed saber on his right hip, one single-bladed saber underneath it, and another single-bladed saber on his left hip. Lucky for him, he was sent here with his favorite weapons. He then brought his hands up and pulled back his hood revealing his different colored eyes. Looking at the person across from him, he began to communicate with the force and tried to gather it up for a moment when he needed it most.
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Miras
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Post by Miras on Nov 16, 2013 10:47:40 GMT -8
The Jedi's eyes narrowed as the man entered from the opposite side of the arena, dressed in attire so black his outline seemed to bleed away into the shadows. Immediately he was struck by the newcomer's presence, dark as his dress and foul with corruption. Opting not to speak right away, Miras shrugged out of his earthen-toned traveling cloak, letting it pool at his feet. This left him dressed in a slightly-oversized black t-shirt with a cameo of a group of Bith on the front, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts that ended just below the knee. His blaster pistol was seated low on his left hip; the hilt of his lightsaber clipped on his right.
It was the pistol he sought first, tugging it free with his left hand and priming it with a negligent flick of his thumb. He left it dangling at his side, too cautious to initiate hostilities right away even if it was obvious that the man was his opponent and a dark sider to boot. The crowd had taken up a raucous cheer when he had entered; now they were silent in hushed anticipation, waiting patiently to see who would make the first move.
Cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, Miras opened himself to Ashla's influence, letting her reassuring strength flow through him, and waited for the dark sider to choose his fate.
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Post by Gabriel Angellos on Nov 21, 2013 12:42:09 GMT -8
Watching the other fighter to make any sort of move, Gabriel decided to start to size up his opponent. His opponent was no taller than Gabriel, in fact he was shorter. He was wearing a slightly long shirt and had long, baggy shorts. As he watched the man waiting for a movement of any kind, Gabriel noticed the opponent's left hand reaching down to a pistol on his left hip instead of the saber that was clipped on the right hip. This could be a problem in the near future, Gabriel began to think. Gabriel had never been good against pistols and here was another opponent who had at least one. Another thing he noticed was the feeling of the presence of the other person. All together, it felt like Light. This could only mean one things, the other was a part of the Jedi, his enemies.
As Gabriel watched the opponent, he too unclipped the cloak from his shoulders and let fall to the ground. This left him with nothing less than his boots, his black pants that reached to the top of his shoes, and his black t-shirt that ended right where the pants began at his hips. Gabriel then let his hands drop to his hands, each inches away from the two single-bladed sabers. Sooner or later the battle would begin and he would have to fight to the death against this new opponent. He began to further communicated with the Force and watched intently, trying to read when his opponent would make his move. As he waited a slight wind began to blow through the arena signalling the amount the anticipation for the fight to begin.
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Miras
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Post by Miras on Nov 25, 2013 10:03:43 GMT -8
His left foot shifted forward, the pistol raising in tandem, and in that still heartbeat before his finger squeezed the trigger, Miras fully opened himself to the force. He felt his senses expanding, his awareness growing, drinking in his surroundings and filling in the blank spaces that had been there a moment ago. It was like emerging from a deep slumber and taking that first, deep breath of consciousness.
The loosely-packed sand ground beneath his boot as it slid forward, taking a portion of his weight as he brought the DL-44 to bear upon the man opposite him. The arena itself had a diameter of twenty meters, and the two men were separated by fifteen. The crowds roared with delight at the sudden outburst of violence, and the creatures bound in the static cages built into the walls of the arena snarled with frustration at their imprisonment. If they were let loose they would surely fall upon the combatants with savage vengeance.
He squeezed the trigger twice. The first bolt screamed towards the man's midsection, and the recoil kicked the weapon a bit higher so the second bolt was aimed right at the man's cowled face. The Jedi kicked off his left foot, throwing himself forward in a dead sprint toward the other man. He knew better than to assume a few shots from a blaster would be enough to put down a darksider, someone obviously strong in Bogan's corruption. But he also knew the man would never surrender. He couldn't be allowed to escape, to spread his perversion further, and so that left only two options: beat him into submission and take him into custody, or put him down.
Personally, Miras didn't care which.
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