GBA: Krest vs Fatty (Alt)

[Reverance]

I'm recycling this specific duel. Why, cause it hasn't really been used yet and I want to see how you two handle it.

Participants: [member="Krest"]
[member="Fatty"]

Location: Coruscant abandoned business building
Time: Early afternoon
Rules: No equipped weapons. You can only use what you find (power hammers, construction equipment, plasma torches, construction droid, etc.) Go nuts.
Canon: No

Well, it's that time of the year again. Fiscal year is coming to an end and the military police are in the 'use it or lose it' portion of their expenditures. Being the corrupt organization that they are, they have spent a decent amount of time underbidding construction companies for demolition rights. As such, when the year comes to an end, the police use any funds left available for destroying foreclosed skyscrapers, so that they receive appropriate funding for the next year.

The duelists find themselves on the 98th floor of a business building, gutted of furnishing. Wires and conduit hang from the ceiling, tiles missing to show the skeletal durasteel frames above. On the north and south end of the square floor, a stair case remains shielded in thick duracrete that goes both up and down. Besides these, the building is relatively open to the outside with the occasional duracrete column for structural support and the external walls composed of glass. All around, one will find the remnants of construction apparatus's. Droids chime to life, mindlessly sweeping away debris, while others smash away at duracrete columns with powered hammers and pick axes. Why are they doing that? I don't know, cause the cleanup crew was too lazy to retrieve their equipment?

Despite their reasoning for being here, the fighters have picked a very bad day to be in this particular building. With a surplus of munitions, detonators, and flamethrowers, the military force strafe the floors with a destructive force intent on bringing the building down in a blast of explosions and dust. The building has a total of 107 floors.

Special considerations: Every 3rd post, the floor on which the duelists preside is strafed by a police vehicle, sending volleys of destruction into the vicinity of the duelists. The vehicle will pass within ten meters of the building, coming into view for mere moments. You can either go up or down, but remember that as you precede down, the structural supports will begin to give out, bringing the ceiling down on top of you. Once the 30th post is hit, or whenever one fighter goes limp, a rescue crew will arrive, just in time to lift one survivor from the roof as the building caves in on itself, leaving the slower combatant to whatever fate they create down in the building below.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Kark kark kark..."

What the kark was she doing here? More importantly however, why the kark was she kriffing naked?

... okay so she wasn't actually naked, but compared to the amount of sheer stuff she was used to wearing she may as well have been. On a daily basis she was used to wearing Armorweave Underlay, Segmented Ultrachrome Armor, with a phrik plate used for lasering lightning-happy sith lords, ludicrously heavy boots, grabby-shocky-druggy gloves, a dart shooter, and a belt holding more ammo then she remembered putting in. Oh, and a crappy Republic rifle with two side arms. Did she mention her armor was built to carry an extra 50 kilos of material for mining/explosive carrying purposes?

So to say the least she was not happy about losing all that, over something... over... chit she didn't even know why or how or who or what or when or where. The only thing she knew was she wasn't happy, she was in her undies, and a bunch of droids seemed to be clearing debris or creating more of it in an abandoned building. Without even realizing that there was another person on the same floor, her fidgety body absolutely needed to hold something for protection. She needed a weapon, and stat.

The most menacing looking thing in the room was a power hammer... which was nice and all, but it wasn't really her type of weapon. She grabbed it anyway as she looked for something else at a later time. What she really wanted was a plasma torch, much lighter and more versatile, but that would have to wait until she figured out what was going on. She thought she heard ordinance being fired, but that might have been her imagination.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

And there was nothing again. Krest stood slowly, a bit dizzy after what ever drug knocked him out. His gaze looked about the whole room, trying to find something as a reason to why he was here. What he found was a bunch of tools, wires, and a couple droids. Droids, huh. He moved over to one in particular.

Though, there was something off about it as he got closer. In fact. It was starti g to look less and less.. Robotic. And more human. His voice would call out then, cautious. "You alright there..?" His hands slowly curled into fists as he prepared himself for the worst. It was still dark for him, probably a side effect of the drug used to knock him out, but he was still able to be worried.

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"You alright there...?"

That startled Triam, as in her panic she didn't really see Krest get close enough to see her let alone talk to her. She death gripped her hammer as she swirled around to find the Zabrak, who didn't appear to be all there. He looked scary too.

Woah.

Where the hell did that come from? Perhaps she was drugged as well. Funny how these things often happen.

Suffice to say, neither Triam or Krest had much time to make introductions, as before a response was made some hostile police vehicle appeared just outside the windows and open fired into the room on the north side of the building (while she was on the South, and assumingly with Krest as well). Without much time, her eyes fearfully sought a way out, but saw nothing but a blocked stairway. That was no problem for her. She bolted to the closed off stairwell, and blasted a hole in it big enough for her smaller frame to squeeze through in two swings.

Thus she was in the stairwell, and had two choices: Down or up. If she moved down, it was possible that the destruction rained down on the floor above would collapse the roof on top of her. If she moved up eventually she'll reach the top... and then what? She didn't know why that police vehicle was firing at them, or if it was even a legitimate law enforcement officer piloting it. If she were to get to the top, and then ask them to stop? If they were just shooting at them for the fun of it, they'd answer with a volley of blaster shots and missile salvos.

She decided she would take the risk of going down for now until she got more information, and so she blasted the wall blocking her from the floor 2 levels below the last one she was in, bringing her to the 96th floor. It seemed like a more logical idea then going to the floor directly below where hellfire was being rained down.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

The Zabrak would only glance over his shoulder to the gunfire. Instantly his hand would go down to his sword hilt, ready to pull free the blade and go on the offensive. Only, it wasn't there. At this point he finally decided to take inventory of himself.

He had nothing, save for some basic slacks and a white shirt. He didn't even have shoes, which was really annoying for him. A small click would go off as a secret compartment in his mechanical right thigh opened, and he couldn't find the saber he left in there for these situations. It seemed they even knew enough to check his leg.

Angry, he would turn to find the woman gone, and the staircase open. But he could feel her, two floors down, and decided to follow, bursting through to get to her floor. Calking out again, he would once more try to talk with her.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?"

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Don't know don't care. Stay out of my way!"

Under rare and unusual circumstances, Triam has been known to become irrationally afraid. It had happened at various points of her career before, such as killing an officer that got too close when she was first starting out. It was safe to stay from her rampant hostility and frantic movement, that Triam was in such an irrational state that she might later regret.

Seeing a droid cut through some wires behind Krest her instincts of desire kicked in, knowing that she had wanted such a tool. Not necessarily wanting to kill Krest, but knowing that he was in the way at a crucial hour, she used the handle of her hammer to aggressively push his face away as she tried to get through him. Not seeing Krest as a current threat, she left her back open to him as she tore the plasma torch away from the droid. She still had the hammer hoisted across her shoulders with one hand as she grabbed the torch.

To say the least she was quite vulnerable if Krest saw fit to retaliate against her quickly enough, he could even gain the initial upper hand if he took advantage of the situation, in terms of weapons.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Triam Akovin"]

Krest would find a stick in his face. Blinking slowly, he would end up stumbling to the left. To say the least he was stunned at the aggression, and with all that was going on, well. Now it was a bit more personal.

And then he remembered. This was a fight to the death, one he found himself stuck in. Again. With a sigh he would look to her exposed back. He wasn't going to be unfair about it. "Hey, we gotta fight to the death."

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Well that was probably the most nonchalant way of saying it.

She didn't really know where that came from either, for all she knew she was just surviving the carnage. Which by the way was already raining down on them the moment Krest finished his sentence, as it seemed these strafing vehicles had a very regular pattern. Maybe he knew something she didn't. Triam, with legs spread shoulder width apart, the hammer in her right hand resting across her shoulders, pulled back the plasma torch in her left hand.

She didn't have time for someone in her way when hell was raining down upon her. Without a moments pause from the gunfire and her follower's - correction: enemy's - revelation that there had to be bloodshed, Triam stepped back with her left foot, as she hefted the hammer in her mechanically strengthened hand off her shoulders, and twisted her body swinging the device at her target's left leg. To keep herself from being exposed, her left hand activated the torch and swung it with the building momentum of her body swinging the hammer, diagonally upwards through the gut leftwards from her perspective. When she was finished, she'd be facing her opponent's former position.

Sure it wasn't fair, that she didn't even give him a chance to arm himself or do much of anything before she swung a weapon at him that could shatter heavy armor, whilst also slashing a flesh burning weapon at his gut. But she hardly ever played fair unless she said she was going to. When death was a possibility, she didn't gamble with being fair. That wasn't her style ever, and it wasn't her style now. Counting on the surprise of the attack to allow her to land the hit, she hoped to get out as quickly as possible. Even if she did not land the hit however, in all likelihood her opponent would still dodge, allowing her to escape; after all, the whole purpose of the move was to grant her distance from her opponent, not necessarily to kill them, though that would be a favorable outcome. If he dodged, and didn't follower her, and tried to bring her back, he would come to the very bad conclusion that they were both stuck in an exploding building. Which was no good for either of them.

Additionally, the two of them were currently at risk of flying shrapnel from all the exploding droids, and collapsing roof, so as she completed her spin that would likely send her opponent flying to her left and away from the staircase if connected, she would turn for the staircase before everything fell apart. There would be a moment of lag though, given the momentum she had just created in going the opposite direction, but of course the moments hesitation would not be permanent. However, because there was hesitation, a bit of shrapnel would graze her shoulder. It would sting, but it wouldn't slow her down in her need to escape. Adrenaline did that to you. Later she might consider herself very lucky that the shrapnel hadn't been a few inches to the right...

Hopefully leaving the carnage behind, and depending on the success of her current actions, she would run down the stairs with all due speed down the stairs, probably by another two floors. Obviously going down wasn't going to be a permanent strategy, as eventually the building would start collapsing on itself, and being on the bottom was a death sentence. However, to her knowledge only two floors had been destroyed. Hopefully, that would not be enough to endanger her quite yet.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[member="Triam Akovin"] | [member="Krest"]​

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The winner is: TRIAM AKOVIN.​

First off, Triam – bangin’ job describing the setting and keeping in touch with the special ruleset. I really felt a sense of urgency and the consideration/realism of what one might be thinking in that kind of situation and how it would color one’s actions was very well done. I appreciated environmental damage taken as well. Nicely done opening post with the usual set-up of what your character is carrying/wearing despite the fact that it was close to nothing for both.

My only caution is with the first attack – I had to read it several times to feel I had a handle on what was going on, and I’m still not sure I totally understand. Try to keep things as simple as possible. That said, I would have LOVED to see this go farther as your posts were gearing up for an epic battle with some creative moves.

Krest, I unfortunately didn’t get to see much of you in this which is why it almost automatically went to Triam. From what I did read I would just caution on pacing. A lot happened in Triam’s posts and while I don’t necessarily expect opponents to match each other’s post length (*cough Rev cough*) I do like to see them give each other equal amounts to work with. Maybe consolidate your first and second posts together (wakes up, is confused because he was drugged, checks to see what he has on his person and asks Triam what’s going on) and then would have gone in to start things in the third post.

All told, I hope to see lots more here from both of you! Looking forward to the next battle.