"Whaddaya mean we're running late, Kirky?!"
Kirk sighed to himself and explained.
"We're nearly there, boss. Iridonia."
John Doe had been browsing through the darkest corners of the Holonet about a week ago when he stumbled across an advertisement offering one million credits to the winner of a combat tournament. One million credits! As soon as the clown saw that, he submitted his entry and waited for the day.
Now, he was running late.
"I know where we're at, you nerfherder! Why are we late?"
"Pretty bad traffic flying in, sir."
The budding crime lord sighed and, with tasteful exaggeration, slapped his hand against his forehead. Since when did they abide by the rules and laws of the land?
"We're here, sir. Ready to go when you are."
"Yahoo! Let's get a move on, boys!"
The loading ramp hissed and descended. Out came six men, Jesters, each armed with blaster rifles. Then came Kirk, pistol holstered, and then the man himself exited, wearing nothing less than his best, a purple tuxedo with a black bowtie, green hair slicked back to a sheen, an insane smile firmly upon his face as the group made their way to the arena.
"This is unfair! I have to fight with an arm behind my back?! And is that buckethead my opponent? I abhor Mandalorians!"
John Doe protested every single decision loudly, with chuckles broken in between, much to the displeasure of the arena staff. They kept their thoughts to themselves, though. Most people involved in black markets or underworld activities had heard of the Pale One, a creature spat out by Hell itself with a smile that never went away. It was an image that John was proud to uphold.
"All right, boss. What weapons do you want?"
One of the staff chimed in. "No blasters or lightsabers. Anything else is free game."
John Doe unsheathed Kirk's vibroknife, giving it a good twirl with one hand and feinting a thrust towards the staff member who had dared to interrupt. He flinched, then took a large step back.
The arena staff then moved in and restrained Doe's left arm behind his back. The clown still had a few tricks up his sleeve, in some cases literally. In his pocket was a vial of Paprika, perfect for giving him an edge in battle, and in his right sleeve was a little aerosol doohickey that was loaded with Happy Gas, not enough to be lethal, but enough to disorient. Hopefully the Mandolorian's armor wasn't pressurized.
"All right, let's do this! Kirk, if I don't make it back...I want you to know I always loved you! Bahahaha!"
Kirk cracked a slight smirk and waved him off as the staff led him into the actual arena.
"Love you too, boss."
John Doe's men would be watching from the stands, yelling out insults and booing at his opponent whenever possible. The clown was in the arena now, and he could see his opponent was being led in as well...
Kaine Australis Sargon Vynea
(OOC: Links to everything mentioned. Paprika: http://starwarsrp.ne...dpost&p=1570046Happy Gas: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109932-happy-gas/ Kirk Rand: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/124288-kirk-rand/ )