Galactic Tournament: Qrgyl Ud vs Aurelius Zhunbil

[Sirak Kolar]

The soft whur of the starship filled the silence of the ship’s arena, hidden deep in her durasteel belly. Mere hours before, each contestant was blind folded and taken not only aboard the ship, but into the room itself.

The stands near them were all black, not a person in sight, but the more force sensitive of the bunch may feel a presence, over-watching the fight with sinister intent, while others may feel the energy dampening fields around the arena to ensure a safe battle. Above them, a small cube with four screens, one on each of it’s faces, each lit up with nothing more than a quiet buzz.

The arena itself seemed to have a downward slope to it’s center floor, various blockades made of durasteel erected for cover dotting it’s contrasting elevations. At the arena’s edges, stood a tall energy barrier that could only be disabled from the outside.

Suddenly, a pre-recorded voice, masked by a simple changer, would erupt from the loudspeakers;

“Congratulations, Gladiators! Today, the fight between [member="Qrgyl Ud"] and [member="Aurelius Zhunbil"] shall take place. When the screen counts to 0, you may begin.”

And as the voice went quiet, the static of the screens was replaced by harsh digital numbers, starting at 10.

Another moment would pass, and 9 replaced it.

8…

7…
6...

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

Donning his Primeval Combat Armor, covering his odd, stout form with plates of plasteel, desh and terenthium. Tucked beneath his right arm was the matching helmet although its design and shape vastly different from any standard mold of the armor, given the gand's headshape it held large tinted goggles to cover over the gand's bug eyes and an opening for the ammonia respirator. Slung across his back was an X-17 Sniper Rifle. Issued to standard Primeeval recon and unlike most weapons circulating the galaxy, fired a slug over a blaster bolt and packed a punch whilst doing do. At his hip was holstered a DC-17m mounted with its standard blaster rifle configuration as he approached the arena, scanning the area immediately as he entered. Cover...distance...hiding places...ambush...there was no room that here. Qrgyl couldn't rely on any element of surprise here. He had to tap into his raw skill, although many upon first glance of the Gand wouldn't truly see a notable threat, a Gand findsman is dangerous when close, their three digit hands being able to punch through durasteel, delivering a harsh impact.

As the numbers began to count-down the Gand took up his helmet form under his arm and slid it over his insectoid head, his breathing inaudible through his ammonia respirator as he adjusted his sight to the goggles, which gave him generous field of vision as his armor also barely impeded on his movement, the Gand then only looked forward as he wrapped his right hand around the pistol grip of his DC-17 as he looked to examine his opponent with a curious gaze beneath his Primeval helm, which unlike an ysort of standard issue of the armor was not painted in grey, black and crimson instead holds tan and an olive green paint to the plate with several aurabesh phrases written upon the cuirass, only legible from a short distance and hardly making any sense to anyone but the gand when drowned in a fortnight's worth of a spice binge. Regardless, the stout alien was ready to begin the fight of his life.