Darknet Cage Match: Kreus vs Cyran Vaas

[Jerec Asyr]

[SIZE=11pt]Deep in Sith Empire territory, the government controls the HoloNet with an iron fist. But outside Imperial monitoring, a patchy, furtive network swaps unregulated data, raw footage, contraband, and things that thrive in the dark. Two of those things are the Darknet Cage Match, and the betting attached thereunto.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No Force. No weapons. No gimmicks, no gear. And no referees.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Tonight’s match: The droid-encased [member="Kreus"] versus the bounty hunter [member="Cyran Vaas"], who’s been allowed to keep his armour, but with all the clever toys and weapons disabled. The winner of this first-round fight will get a purse of twenty thousand credits.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The arena is a square cage ten paces wide. The wire-fence walls have plenty of give but won’t break. The floor is a quarter inch of bloody sand over permacrete, offering both traction and treachery. There are ysalamiri around, plenty of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A light goes yellow, orange, red -- and stays red.[/SIZE]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran could easily feel his heart race before getting into the cage. Almost instantly when they told him that he could wear his armor he knew that wasn't a good sign, especially when no one was supposed to have gear. When he asked why they told him he was fighting a droid... or what they thought was a droid. The worst part was that after his last duel he lost a lot of faith in his armor for all the good it did him. Although it managed to stop a bullet, his helemt got crushed like a tin can. As the zeltron entered the cage he would take some deep breaths to try and calm his nerves. 'This was it' he thought to himself. 'This is how I die, to a cold, emotionless machine for entertainment.' Cyran wasn't even sure if being killed was against the rules.

He knew there wasn't referees, but that didn't mean no rules, just no one to enforce them during the fight... which still wouldn't help him in the moment. Looking across the small cage he looked at his opponent. Their yellow paint job putting his mismatched piece of purple and grey to shame. Fortunately Cyran had been working out and training recently to make him into more of a real Mandalorian from his wife. Realizing now that she'll put him through hell if he loses filled him with dread. Now he knew he had to win, not for the money, but just so that his wife doesn't run him through a horrid gauntlet.

As the lights changed and it fixed on red there was an audible indicator that the round had begun. Then a fitting theme played in his head as he held his gloved hands up below his face some, which are probably gonna break the first punch he throws. He spread his legs some, knees slightly bent, and hunched a bit. He didn't know much about melee combat so he'd think of some techniques he saw in movies. All in all he got into a Southpaw Stance. When he felt ready he would begin to approach what he saw as a death machine. The red glow not helping in that mental image.

When he felt like he got close enough he'd make a quick jab at their head with his left hand as a way to measure how far he was, and if he made contact he would quickly follow with a much harder hit from his right hand. All the while making sharp exhales in unison with his punches. He just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible with his life.

[member=Kreus]

 

[Kreus]

Mechanical footsteps thumped down the walk way. Cold in appearance and unfeeling. A yellow painted droid made its way into the arena. Or atleast the masses would think it was a droid, behind the scenes the this one known only as Kreus was much more. There was no rush of adrenaline, no sense of fear nor doubt in ability. All there that remained was a consistent flow of information. Indiviuality was a foreign concept for a species that shared a Hive mind. Kreus itself stood a mere 5 feet and 9 inches. Rather short, but all for a purpose. Entering the arena Kreus glanced at the opponent in front of him briefly. Green colored photorecptors taking in all that his opponent was. Sizing him up as one could say.

Then it began. Lights in the small arena began to shift and change.

Yellow. Orange. Red. The last color blended well with the dark textured arena floor. The small details of blood the covered the ground did not escape Kreus's notice. Nasty. Much conflict and violence this place had seen. It would not end today. " You are armored. Good." Kreus commented as [member="Cyran Vaas"] approached ready to attack. As of yet the machine had only taken a few steps away from its corner before the first punch had been thrown. A jab. With a light clank the fist made contact with a yellow forehead causing the entire upper torso to jerk back lightly. The automaton rolled with the first punch and with a frighteningly fast movement raised its own right forearm in front of his chest and head region intercepting and leading harder punch to Kreus's right side. Aiming to latch onto the armored mans right wrist with the slide of the hand. Kreus's right foot shifted back a pace lowering his center of gravity causing what would be a pulling motion luring the Mandalorian in close. If the initial movement went as planned then a simple twist of the droids waist to the right would cause the armored foe to go airborn into the wired fence beside Kreus.

And that was the plan after all.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran was in not way the most skilled fighter in the galaxy. Probably just above average, which he needed to be. So he wasn't all too aware of more complex maneuvers, and didn't think he'd be going air born, at least not without his jetpack. So when the droid did their fancy little counter Cyran flew past them into the cage walls. Making contact with it against his back and falling onto his right shoulder to the stained sand below. "Oof.."

The crowed around cheered and booed, but mostly cheered. Letting Cyran know he probably wasn't the fan favorite. Tumbling onto his side he looked up to see the droid above him. He was prone, which wasn't a good sign to him. He needed to thing up something, and fast. So in making lemonade out of lemons he would quickly go in for a leg sweep against the droid's own legs so that he could knock them to the ground was well. From his prone position he braced himself with his arms and rest of body as his swiped his leg across the sand. He wasn't worried so much about holding back with his shin guards protecting him this time.

If, and only if he managed to knock the droid down and into the floor Cyran would quickly get up off the ground and begin to let out a short series of kicks and stomps against his opponent. Not giving it time to get itself back up so easily. By now Cyran was beginning to feel like a cornered animal that needed to go all out in order to make it out alive, or worse, facing his wife with such a defeat...

[member="Kreus"]

 

[Kreus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rf1U-YeGnRM​

This man had the potential to cause a problem against Kreus. The strategy was to not let that happen.

A odd satisfaction over came Kreus as photorecptors viewed the movement in full action. His armored foe tossed over the shoulder, toward the fence and ending with a landing into the crimson stained sand below. The machines gaze fell down to [member="Cyran Vaas"] own as he lay and twist in preparation for a counter or maybe to stand. The former seemed to be the more likely option but Kreus was not going to give this man the chance, not with superior positioning now. The next move was already locked into place with the droids recently updated martial art styles. Benefit of operating a machine or practically being one. Knowledge at the touch of a button. There was no sensation or feeling when the Beskar clad warrior swung his leg to along the sandy floor in the form of a sweep, There was only cold reaction. Going air born from a leap the automaton twisted back around to his left. His left leg raising up straight in till the momentum of his spin swung him around back to face his opponent. A 180 turn. Left leg extended up past Kreus's head spear headed by the heel. Painting the picture of his next attack. An axe kick.. a spinning axe kick at that. The maneuver was evasive in his instance but also aggressive in its counter.

Following through the leg fell down in force, Metal heel poised to strike the mans collar bone area.

" Get up, Scum." he taunted.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran was pretty much instantly demoralized as his leg lost all momentum by the block. No one could see the scared expression behind his helmet, but he wasn't feeling too hot at the moment, and that much was clear. Looking up he saw the machines heel going for him at break neck speeds, like, i could literally break his neck if it made contact. Quickly in a frightful scurry jerked out of the way as the heel landed in front of him. The force kicking up a decent amount of bloody sand into the air. The impact would've crippled him if it'd hit its mark.

"Careful there tin man, someone could get hurt" He replied wit sarcastic concern in his voice. On the fly he came up with a plan. Quickly Cyran rolled past the droid since he was still pretty much prone, and with his momentum manged to get onto his feet again. In a fluid motion he would raise his own right leg and attempt to kick in the droid's leg from behind. Forcing them the kneel down on one leg. After getting the "high ground", and still standing behind the machine he would grab their "head" with both hands and jerk it backwards, to mack contact with his padded kneecap. He figured that could jerk their circuits some.

But that's just if things went as planned.

[member="Kreus"]

 

[Kreus]

This was exactly what Kreus was concerned about.

The axe kick was a near miss! Micro sensors on the droids body could feel the exact distance the heel was from [member="Cyran Vaas"] neck region. If only the strike had landed, the fight may have been over. Now the situation had changed into a different scenario. Kreus's systems were aware of the armored mans movements. His back step and then roll behind Kreus himself. It was quite the unorthodox maneuver from the droids perspective of the fight. Of all the moves that specific one was chosen. Perhaps it was time to not rely as much on the technological shell Kreus was contained in. You have to be careful what you wish for.

Through 360 sensory vision the approaching attacks where seen but could not efficiently be parried in the way Kreus hoped. Despite move his leg to avoid the kick, the automatons position was not one for balance an so his back right leg buckled from a glancing hit and bend down to a knee almost touching the floor. There was little to stop the mans grapple but Kreus could control how that could happen. With a sudden twist the droids front torso spun in a 180. Instead of getting grabbed from behind he was now grabbed from the front. Jerking forward Kreus felt the slam of a plated knee hit his face. Sparks from impact were giving life and the photorecptors on the droid flickered on and off.

Little did the crowds know or his opponet know, He did not truly need them...

Drawing both right and left arms back, both limbs shot up between Cyrans arms and grip on Kreus's head. Pressing outward equally with put right and left the droid broke free and then ensued further by letting his metal limbs fall to his and attempted to grapple lock around the mans forearms and hold them in place under Kreus's armpit region. This would immobilize the mans arms and protect himself. Leaning back with automated hips and waist to a 80 degree angle, Kreus hoped to place pressure on his foes elbows and cause the man to fly over and behind the droid once more at the caged corner.

" Pain is an aberration, For you it shall be known lucidly."

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Despite his concerns with the droid moving its body around, he smirked some after bashing in their face. 'Even better', he thought to himself. Now that their optical sensors were damaged he was hoping this could bring about a more fair fight.

However, his sense of accomplishment was short lived as the machine didn't seem close to be unable to fight. After getting his arms locked, Cyran's fears of being inadequate in this fight came back, along with needing to explain his failure to a disappointed wife who wouldn't let him hear the end of it. Then before he knew it, the pseudo-mandalorian was flung over the droid.

"Wahh!"

He cried out for a split second as his armored body once again went air-born and flew into the cage walls around them. Not only that but he was stuck in a corner. "Oof..." As his body slumped back to the stained, sandy ground he felt like he was really stuck between a rock and a hard place. With the dual tumbling he was beginning to feel a little sore and discombobulated. Trying to get himself back up he planked for a moment on his elbows, taking some quick, deep breaths he shot himself back onto his feet. "Meh, my wife hits harder then you. So don't get cocky." Which to himself didn't in any way feel like a lie. The red lights shining off his dull armor as he committed to his next move.

In a mad dash he charged the droid, but suddenly jumped about half way. Turning his body and pulling back his legs, it would be clear what he was doing, if his opponent had fully functioning eyes. After closing some of the distance in air Cyran quickly shot his legs out and drop kicked the mechanical being. Hopefully knocking them over in the process, and giving them a taste of their own medicine.

[member="Kreus"]

 

[Kreus]

This was all too easy. The crowds around the small ring roared as the armored man was sent flying once again. Kreus pondered if the man decided if the fight was worth it after all, fighting a perceived droid was alot on the mortal body. If only his opponent knew that Kreus was not in fact a automation constructed of purely metal.

These were just some of the thoughts that surged into the B'rknaa's head per say.

The position Kreus ended his maneuver in was awkward to behold with sight but the move to throw his opponent over him one last time had be a great success. Servo motors in the lower hips and thigh area pressed against one another forcing the droid to his full height. Back facing [member="Cyran Vaas"], Kreus slowly began to turn around to face his attacker one last time. It was time to finish this battle. Extending his arms and opening his hands with a wide stand in front of his chest. Kreus was surprised to see his opponent already standing rushing in for a attack. Despite the microsensors on the vessel that housed Kreus the incoming attack had been a movement that was not predicted. The enhanced agility afforded to him by his metal vessel was aided him in a dodge that would of landed him beside his drop kicking opponent.

Instead the dodge was delayed causing the corner of [member="Cyran Vaas"] heels to make a wedging impact into the torso and housing chamber. A medium crack revealed a intense light that shot forth radiating out in what could be described as heavenly and pure light. Falling back one meter Kreus could feel and see the sandy floor on his back metal casing via 360 degree sensory vision. Preforming a kip up and landing on solid footing Kreus glanced briefly at his chest of bright glowing light.