Blood Sport

[Kahlil Noble]

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NAR SHADDA - BONSA ARENA​

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"Bwahaha. We gots a drunk Jedi? Who'da thought they'd be so willin ta drink. They's suppose to be all about dem self control or sumthin." In the back of the Bonsa Arena Kahlil, stumbling and barely able to stay on his feet, found himself handcuffed and dragged before a rather large Twi'lek. Gorsa, owner of the arena, if his notes were accurate. The young Jedi lifted his hands, holding up a single finger.

"Wo, hey. When did you put these on?" For a moment he just stared at the cuffs, then turned his attention back. "Ohhey. Why am I here again?" He swayed in a drunken fashion, stumbling for just a moment before raising his eyebrows like he was expecting an answer.

"Yer here cause my bois found ya, drunk off yer rear, spoutin that you's a Jedi and swingin around this." Gorsa pulled out his lightsaber, causally tossing it from hand to hand. "Hoooo be careful. Those can cut your eye out if yer no-" With a subtle move of his hand as he stumbled Kahlil activated the saber, which came dangerously close to cleaving off one of Gorsa's hands.

"Aaaahh see what I mean? Only a trained professional should use that. Mmhmm." Kahlil just nodded his head, trying to look serious for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Gorsa frowned heavily, flicking the button to shut it off and motioning to the Gamorian that was standing watch. "Get the drunken fool to the arena. We'll toss him out in the first round n see if he's still laughin. Be sure he gets his saber. Folks r expectin Jedi afta all."

A couple of snorts and aggressive throwing later, and Kahlil was tossed face first into the dirt of the arena. "Ha, dirt. Authenticity." He snickered drunkenly as he stood, swaying for a moment, before the Gamorian tossed out his saber. It landed in the dirt at his feet, causing him to bend over and nearly face plant again as he grabbed it.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DO WE HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU! A mythical beast, a Jedi Knight! Thrown into the ring to face death, dismemberment, and humiliation at the hands of your all time favorite! Will he last more then five minutes against the raining champ? Or will our ball of fur and malice get bored right away and take down this intruder right away! You know him, you love him! Your champion and all time bloodiest fighter, [member="Cawn"] !"

Main event right away huh? Kahlil pushed himself to a semi standing position, glancing through the crowd with a goofy grin. The Misfits would be in position soon enough, and once they were, he could drop the facade. But for now? He'd have to try and survive what ever earned such a violent introduction.

 

[Cawn]

Music blasting through the arena as the giant gates opened, a dark void behind the gate obscuring whatever was set to emerge, and then the roaring of beasts started from out of the dark hole. In the crowd serving droids and slaves made their way around handing out refreshments. Suddenly a ball of fur with a flashing of a vibrosword danced out of the gate. Yellow tunic, white and brown fur, flashing blade, and a black beret with a white feather made for an extremely hard to keep up with blur that danced towards the large serpent.

Cawn was not expecting this, a Jedi was not exactly his usual opponent. He couldn't kill the man even if he was stupid enough to be captured by the Hutts. No, he'd have to wound the man enough that the fight would stop. Dunking himself into the force he immersed himself into its rapids and sped up as he approached. Stopping suddenly just out of range of the Jedi's lightsaber he flashed the human a large fang-filled grin. "Who challenges death today tchakaka, who dares to dance with the master of the keen edge, who’s going to die today and be dragged off by the servant droids? What is that little claw clipper you carry? Blasters must be your main weapon furless scum of the earth only fit to be some poor merchants house slave."

While Cawn had no wish to reveal himself as Jedi to the Hutt's he'd have make it clear who this Jedi was facing. Ducking down into a low stance and holding his blade slightly back with both paws on the long handle. It was a modified Ataru stance, combined with the force flowing strongly around Cawn the Jedi should easily be able to detect him even if he had been drugged. This fight was going to have to look good.

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil stumbled around a bit more, barely holding the hilt to his saber in his grasp as he glanced to [member="Cawn"] 's grand entrance. He lazily thumbed the blade on, peering as the smaller stoat figure stepped out and brandished teeth, blade, and word against the Jedi. He thought quite a bit of himself it seemed. At least he had a good reason. He channeled the Force through him like a trained Jedi.

How did a Jedi end up here of all places?

The young knight stared blankly at Cawn for a moment, as if processing his words, before finally speaking as his eyes lit up in realization. "Oohh! You can actually talk. I thought you were a clown act for a moment. Y'know, someone talking like your a puppet. That's pretty amazing!"

 

[Slane]

Nar Shaada is far from Slane's favorite place to visit. It was another galaxy ruled by criminals and villainy. It was another remind er of the horrid state that her galaxy was in. And she would try to fix this horrible galaxy one villain at a time. A few months back, she discovered a disgusting operation in which slaves were taken and forced to fight in arenas to the death. This needed an end. Therefore, Slane spent months undercover as a guard in the arena. She earned the trust of the owner, other guards, etc. She needed to keep this facade for as long as possible until she had the opportunity to take down the slave operation from the inside.

Slane had a plan. The first part of her plan was to get others on her side. Convert them. In a way, make them loyal to her. From the powers which she was given by Dredge, she was able to wipe the mind of three other members of the staff, two janitors and another guard, and make them loyal to her. The second part of her plan was to send the people she has recruited to attack the other guards. While they are distracted, Slane would free the slaves. She didn't think this plan through but it was the best that she could come up with. She could perform the plan here and now but she didn't want to expose herself so early. So she would wait, until she was able to recruit and covert others to join her.

Today was another day of work undercover as a guard for the slaves and Gorsa. It seemed like it would be another ordinary day of work but then she heard Gorsa announce to the staff that he was able to capture none other than a Jedi. A Jedi? One does not simply capture a Jedi, Slane would think. As the Jedi was being dragged away, she couldn't help but chukle to herself at the idea of a Jedi getting caught by a bunch of mere slavers.

Later in the day, the games would begin. The grand battle between the Jedi Knight and [member="Cawn"] would soon begin. Slane always took a liking to the champion. She thought that he was truly an amazing competitor in battle and even had an intriguing personality. She never really spoke to him though. Either way, the battle was about to start. Slane stood next to Gorsa as they looked down below at the arena at the two fighters. Slane couldn't help but have a little bit of curiosity about the battle's conclusion. Slane watched in anticipation.

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] | [member="Cawn"]

 

[Thiavi]

Thiavi and slavery go way back. A part of her history she could never shake, never let go of. but that was the thing about it, she could never let go of it, it was a part of her now, it was one of the largest factors in determining who she had become. the sad truth is that as a mandalorian, she could have easily become a mercenary or a bounty hunter with little to no moral compass. A mandalorian has to fight to remain a mandalorian, and her history as a slave had given her the perfect outlet. A part of her enjoyed this work, enjoyed knowing that not only was she doing the right thing, even if her definition of right and wrong were somewhat different from her jedi companions. she enjoyed knowing that, for every pull of her trigger, for every flash of the muzzle, another slaver was removed from the galaxy, like a troublesome stain, wiped clean from her droid's frame.

but now was not the time focus on the joy or relief that comes afterwards, but to focus on the task at hand. She and her Tall red droid companion, K-3B0, made their way through the stands around the arena. With [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] in the arena and fighting, the stage was set and the enemy distracted. good. They continued their up, further and further until at last the had neared the twi'lek Gorsa, who thiavi had hear little about, just enough to know that he was in charge of operations here. now the question is, does he handle the deals?

"Gorsa" She calls to him, stopping just far enough away from him and his guards that she wouldn't be perceived as invading his space. she stood there with k3, about ten feet away in the lists. Her voice, to anyone within earshot, was distorted by the electronic vocal enhancer in her helmet, and carried an odd accent, harsh and biting, with rolled Rs, A stark contrast with her soft voice, It almost sounded zygerrian when she spoke basic.

"I have a deal for you, if you'd entreat me with a meeting of sort.... one that is strictly business in nature?" she tried her best to speak as if she was someone of refined tastes, someone important, though she got the feeling it wasn't as good as she'd hoped, her own understanding of basic wasn't as refined as it could have been, ironic considering her thoughts on her crewmate, amaryllis.

[member="June Slane"] [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Cawn"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Amaryllis did not like this place. Nope, she did not like it one bit. It gave her the creepy crawlies, smelled very badly, and was full of gross and terrible people. She hadn't found a single person she actually liked, in truth. They were all creepy. But she had to help, after all.

And so she somehow (and still, she wasn't quite sure how they agreed to let her do this,) became a guard for the arena. Wearing a somewhat tight fitted armored piece, she was fairly disappointed they apparently had no regard for her tail. It stretched out, minus the last foot or two, where the curl curved in a spiral.

Luckily, she was able to hide her lightsaber - the smooth hum kept her calm, especially with how many blasters and other terrifying things were out and about. Bracers with dagger-sharp claws were her only weapon she could use until it was time to make herself known. Unlike some of the others, though, she was not in the comfortable company of a Hutt. She was at the bottom of the stadium, supposedly patrolling the bottom to ensure there would be no interruptions to the fight between [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] and @Cawn.

But, once the game started, she had an idea. She'd recruit some of the creatures that thrived in a nasty habitat like this, and start freaking the crowds out. Then, maybe they would be able to save the slaves but also hopefully give Kahlil enough time to do... Something, like beat the little champion.

@Thiavi @June Slane

 

[Dominic Shiro]

This world, Nar Shadar, was the first place Dom had seen since he escaped Felucia, Dom sat atop the arena with a pair of binoculars, god knows why as he still had only one eye, watching as Kahlil entered, and began hollering at him "Can't you hurry this along you drunken buffoon?" He wasn't a stranger to waiting for things, but at this point, he really wanted to see what Kahlil could do with his glowstick Lightsaber. A second after he readjusted himself for comfort, the announcer started to speak, saying how Kahlil would be fighting the champion of the arena? He thought to himself that it must be something like a Wookie or a Zabrak, something big and fierce.

But when the gate lifted, he was astounded, there was nothing there? What champion doesn't even show themsel- then he spotted the small creature, he tried not to laugh, but inevitably.... "BWAHAHAHA You cannot be serious, that little rodent is your champion?" he began to compose himself only to look back down to see the little critter giving Kahlil a death stare... or that's what it looked like from all the way up there. He looked up from the two to see the top dogs viewing stand to see Thiavi entering, thinking to himself "Hmm, what happens when a slaver meets a previous slave? Let's find out"

He used the binoculars as best he could to get a sight line on the Mandolorian and her droid, waiting to see what would happen next...

[member="Amaryllis Tansea"] [member="Thiavi"] [member="June Slane"] [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Cawn"]

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Bosna Arena.

Kafh-en-ma-nofre hadn't been to Nar Shaddaa. But apparently Kahlil had a lead on some slaves. So there he sat in the crowds. His lightaber tucked away under his jacket.

Looking around he'd see [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] in the ring. The announcer introduced Kahlil's opponent @Crawn. The champion of the ring. Crawn was definitely a strange creature. How could such a small thing be champion of the ring? Kafh shook his head. They weren't here for sports, they were here to free the slaves. Kafh glanced away from the battlegrounds, glancing over up to the higher stands. He'd see [member="Thiavi"] up in the owner's viewing box. Hm good idea. The Ex-Slave wondered if [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] was doing okay. Speaking of which...where the heck was [member="Dominic Shiro"]? The young man glanced around. Nope, nowhere to be found. Kafh sighed. "Wherever he is. He better be okay." Kafh said with a sigh as he turned his attention to the ring. Now he just had to wait for a signal.

[member="June Slane"]

 

[Cawn]

Cawn's beady eyes watched the jedi, this was going to be interesting. He hadn't faced another Jedi since his time at the temple and those had mostly been padawans. Darting forwards and to the Jedi's left side getting close as the vibroblade flashed in the arena's lights as it snaked down then curved up in a semi-circle. Aiming for the hand holding the lightsaber the blade would make a mess if it impacted. This was going to be a very close quarters fight thanks to the short blade. Dirt kicked up under his footpaws and his black tipped tail swung out providing a counter balance. Focused on his opponent the small Jedi channeled the force trying to anticipate the human's next move.

[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] [member="Dominic Shiro"] [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] [member="Thiavi"] [member="June Slane"] [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Ladybug]

This place was deeply disturbing, but this was no time to muddle views and opinions. She, like the others, where here on a mission; the liberation of slaves. Being the youngest of the group, Mikilanna was disguised in a light, but itchy outfit; complete with mask. She was tall for her age, but her facial construction bore the years of a young, teen girl. For her protection, it was best she be disguised less she became ensnared in the slave ring. The only visible aspect of the young Jedi was her dancing tail that swished and swooshed freely behind her.

Disguise aside, she had been positioned high above the crowds, center stage allowing her perfect night vision to watch the spectators shielded in low-light settings. Slavers, as much as she could not understand, had friends. Real friends, powerful friends. Under her mask, and awkwardly attached to her ears and mouth making the mask overcrowded, was a communication device. In the event things went south according to plan, it was her sole responsible to alert the others.


[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] : [member="Thiavi"] : [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] : [member="Dominic Shiro"] : [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] : [member="Cawn"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Good. The crew had spread out in the crowd, and the trap was set. Now all he had to do was draw out the fight long enough t- The Force whispered something, catching his attention. [member="Cawn"] had already moved onto the offensive, closing the gap in a surprising amount of speed. The champion wasn't just a normal gladiator. He brought his saber around in a quick deflection. Small, tight movements.

"Oh jeeze you're fast. Scary!" He stumbled away, to the crowd at least. Cawn would easily be able to tell the tactical retreat Kahlil was doing, creating space between them.

 

[Twilight]

Taking the first ship off Felacat to, well anywhere really. Twilight began her journey to discover the galaxy and her place in it. It didn't take her long at all to discover just how difficult that was going to be. At the very first planet the flying ship stopped at there were complications. Customs automatically assumed her an exotic animal and with communication still an issue there wasn't a whole lot that could be done to convince them otherwise. The nice person to have flown her here even got in trouble because he didn't have a license for exotics animals. Whatever that was. Twilight wanted to explore and wasn't really in the mood to put up with this much longer. She took off leaving the pilot and security behind.

As she explored similar troubles seemed to follow her. Every establishment she had went in was less than welcoming. Were large quadrupedal sentients really this unusual? All she wanted to do was look around she didn't even want to bother anyone. Twilight was quickly beginning to have second thoughts about giving the bipeds a chance. They weren't the savages she had thought they all were but she wasn't sure how far from it they were.

The answer came in the form of being surrounded by bipeds all aiming unusual looking weapons at her. She may not be the most familiar with biped customs but she new a threat when she saw one. Twilight growled and crouched low ready to pounce the moment they made a move. She probably should have made the first move as they all fired off large nets at her. She managed to swipe aside the two nets flying at her front but the others around her quickly tangled up her limbs. The black dragon thrashed trying to break free. It wasn't often her strength wasn't able to overcome something but it seemed now was one of those moments. Believing their prey to be captured the bipeds moved in to begin dragging her. She was no prey though. Opening her maw as much as she could a torrent of flames burst forth evaporating her bindings and roasting one of the men unfortunate enough to have been in the path. Her struggles were more successful now as she climbed out of the rest of the net. She felt something miraculously manage to pierce her armored scales and roared in outrage. Being nice was no longer on the table and she pounced on the first biped in front of her ripping him apart with her claws before swiftly moving on to the next one and clamping her jaws around his torso pulverizing his bones with satisfying crunches. A fog quickly began to descend over her mind and body though. Her movement grew sluggish and concentrating difficult. Blackness over took her vision and her body slumped to the floor limp with a heavy thud and slight whoosh of the air below escaping out of the way.

"Kriffing lord that thing is a monster. Gorsa better pay handsomely for this beast. Those three are not going to be easy to replace."

Twilight then somehow found herself in the entertainment business. As it turns out the bipeds were immensely amused by her hunting prey and other predators but who are they kidding any animal is prey in her eyes. Now if only she could find a way to first arrange better living conditions. These cells as they called them were disgusting and cramped. The food was subpar and she'd taken to eating those she killed in the arena just to get a decent meal. The smell was almost crippling and she'd often pace around the cell brimming with energy meant to be released in a more open area. She was a little more reluctant when they pit her up against bipeds. She was being giving more and more reasons not to like them but still. They were intelligent creatures and she didn't wish death upon them. She'd warn the creatures off with growls and roars as much as she could to avoid a fight but that was never an option in this occupation. The moment they made the first move her reservations would vanish.

Twilight rested her head on her forepaws. For once not agitated with energy. She was beginning to get pretty depressed. At the end of the day she was a prisoner and either something they pit her against killed her or she continued killing. It was lonely and savage. One killed for food, self defense, or territory. Not entertainment. What was going on here was an abomination of the natural order. After recovering from the venom and learning a bit about the galaxy she should have just asked Kitty to take her straight back home to Dathomir.

Seemed there was another show going if her hearing didn't deceive her. Not that it mattered much. It wasn't any different from the countless others as far as she was concerned.

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] @Cawn @June Slane @Thiavi @Amaryllis Tansea [member="Dominic Shiro"] @Kafh-en-ma-nofre @Mikilanna Mihaly

 

[Cawn]

The blade cut through the air dipping slightly to avoid the lightsaber. Turning and tossing the blade from his right paw to his left Cawn pressed the attack. Side on and moving against the Jedi the Armino was dancing forwards. Blade making small but rapid movements it had a life of it's own as it caught the arena's lights. Flicking and snaking like the tongue of some fearsome snake a series of small jabs was aimed towards Kahil's hand.

Trying to get a read on his opponent was harder then he'd expected. The jedi was staying defensive and in a fairly sloppy manner. If this jedi was more reliant on the force it could spell trouble for him. Not wanting to break cover he'd had to take the hits or make it seem like he'd just barely avoided them which would be easier said then done. Gnashing his teeth he spat out, "Can't win jedi, give up so I can rip out your throat."

[member="Twilight"] [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] [member="Dominic Shiro"] [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] [member="Thiavi"] [member="June Slane"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kark. [member="Cawn"] was faster then he expected. The young Jedi danced backwards, his eyes now snapping into focus. The crew was already in position. Kahlil could already see [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] , [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] , [member="Thiavi"] , and [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] in the crowd, waiting for the moment. Though, [member="Dominic Shiro"] wasn't in sight. Where was he? No matter. With a burst of speed he jumped away from the small figures assault.

"It's about that time." No longer was he stumbling, and he raised a hand to blast the stoat with the Force to send him back. "Now!"

@Twilight @Slane

 

[Dominic Shiro]

The binoculars were utterly useless, he couldn't get a clear view of the viewing stand so whatever. Regardless of Dom's failed attempt to snoop in on the boss.... uhh Gorgon? Gonda? He didn't remember the name, despite the multiple mentions of it. He redirected his vision toward Kahlil and the 'champion' swinging at one another. Didn't seem to last long though, as Kahlil soon called the group into action, despite the fact he knew where no one besides Thiavi was, he assumed that, Kafh would be closer to Kahlil than he was, Amaryllis would be with some of the animals and absolutely no idea about the kid.​

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What were his options? Jump down and pin the rodent, annoy the crowd in the process? Maybe try and jump from the pillar to the viewing box? Or maybe just sit back and watch everything play out. Dom thought to himself, if Kahlil couldn't handle the rat, then Kafh would probably help, Thiavi had her droid so she'd probably be fine, then again there are quite a few guards. Dom stood on the pillar and paced backwards, then began to sprint toward the edge, channelling every part of the force he could manage, he leapt off of the pillar, pushing himself as hard as he could. He was going to just about make it...​

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As he came closer to the stand he outstretched both his hands knocking two guards to the ground, likely not really harming them, but at least disabling them for a while. Before landing, he performs a completely unnecessary flip and 3-point landing, standing back up, he looks toward Gorsa and smirks. "So you're the boss-man eh? I'll be completely honest, I thought you would be taller."​

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[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] @Kafh-en-ma-nofre @Cawn @Twilight @Amaryllis Tansea [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] [member="Slane"]​