Ryori Holloway
Battlemaster
|CHAMPIONS OF CHAOS|
.: Round 1 :.
Fighting: May 15 - 19
Judging: May 20 - 21
There was once a time in the galaxy where warriors of all walks of life would opt to pent themselves against one another in a yearly tournament of skill and battle prowess. After the devastation of the Gulag Plague, such games ended for a long, long time. The galaxy needed the resources to fight the virus, not one another. Over time, the tradition was both abandoned and forgotten.
Then, with the birth of the new age as the deadly plague waned from its murderous conquest, the tradition was reborn. Notices were posted galaxy wide, contestants invited, media spread. The galaxy had become too weary a place. There needed to be games, competition, sport. People needed something to take part in, to be entertained by. Something to respark the life within them and fight the chaos that had tainted the universe.
The galaxy would watch.
Many would participate.
But only one would emerge as the Champion of Chaos.
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KAI XYN DEPENDUS versus KAL A'DEN
On the snow and ice planet of Edan II, the abandoned Edan Rebel Base
The bitter chill of cold winter air permeated the planet, almost in spite of the shining sun. It was enough to make one's muscles cramp. At least it wasn't windy. The sky was clear, and everything in sight was covered by several feet of glistening white snow. In the vast outskirts of the planet, far from any civilization, there was an abandoned Rebel outpost. After the spread of the Gulag Virus, the place had been left behind and all but forgotten. With no maintenance after so many decades and the harsh nature of the planet's climate, the building was little more than decayed ruins. On the west side of the building a large piece of the roof and the entire wall had simply collapsed, leaving in its wake a gaping hole that had exposed the rest of the inside of the building to the elements. Outdated computer systems, appliances, left behind paperwork... most of it was dusted with snow, and almost everything was frozen solid. The footing inside the building would be as unsure as it would in the deep snows outside. The building itself was so badly decimated that its entire structure was crumbling. Too much weight on any of the upper floors might cause the ground to give way. It would certainly make for a precarious battleground.
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DARTH TALOS versus KARIN DORN
On the plains covered planet of Mindor, in the Shadowspawn Sorting Center
It was like walking into a horror holovid being filmed on a third world planet. Not only was the building dingy and dimly lit, but it reeked of the Darkside. A lingering sensation of atrocities committed long, long ago that had left everything within tainted. The small structure was packed with rows upon rows of tiny cell-like rooms that lined narrow hallways. The ceilings were low, and the entire place felt very cramped. The doors to each of the cells were numbered in Galactic Standard. That is, the rooms that still had doors. The entire place was filthy. Doors hung half off hinges, there was dried dirt and blood smears all over the walls in the hallways, in the cells, on the floors. Not all of the lights worked, but the ones that did were dim and flickered occasionally, making it somewhat difficult to see. It felt very much like a drug dealer's den. In its prime, this place had actually been a center for sentient trafficking. Long ago, Shadowspawn himself built this place for his Pawns to cage Force Sensitives and make them his slaves, sorting through them through means of physical, mental, and emotional torture until he could add them to his Pawn collection. Now, the place was run down and empty, and at least for this night would be serving for a very close-quarters dueling ground.
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VERZ HORAK versus DARREN SHAW
On the toxic planet of Quesh, deep in a vast forest
The forest itself was actually rather quaint. The trees were alive and full, and the idle sounds of native critters added a soft ambiance to the peace and quiet. A light breeze gave a pleasant chill. Despite the beautiful surroundings, however, this place was far from benign. The toxicity of the planet's atmosphere meant that very few sentient creatures could actually survive on the planet without some kind of breathing apparatus, (which had been supplied to both contestants). Those breathing masks would be the only thing keeping them alive in this battle, for if one were to lose, break, or damage their mask, it was quite possible his life would be forfeit. Death by suffocation as one's lungs burned trying survive off a gaseous poison was not the most glorious of endings. But, provided the masks stayed in place, the thick forest would provide an ample and interactive playground for the fight at hand.
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DAXTON BANE versus ERICH LOR
On the desert planet of Cotellier, amidst a violent sandstorm
If it weren't for the remarkably red hue of the sand that covered Cotellier, the atmosphere would be very similar to Tatooine. The arid desert was stifling, and the sands were difficult to traverse by foot. One wrong step and a person could be calf deep in the red ground. The current sandstorm didn't help things. The strong, biting wind picked up gusts of sand, blowing it everywhere for miles in a haze so thick one could barely see more than ten feet ahead of themselves. Mix that with the light from the suns reflecting off the sand with a blinding sheen, and the undying heat, and everything in general was just plain uncomfortable. The roar of the wind made it difficult to hear as well. Every so often a ragged coarse rock of various sizes would jut from the surface of the sand. There were no doubts that the fight taking place here would require much focus and concentration to stay attentive through the elements.
