Joker's take all (Battle Royale)

[Darth Torment]

Isis watched as they were taken to their perspective cells, @[member="Mia Monroe"] and @[member="Darren Shaw"] would be placed in a cell in the lower level hangar and mess hall, @[member="Jorus Merrill"] and @[member="Xardus Folidaar"] would be placed in the comunications room on this level directly below them with @[member="Sargon Vynea"] and @[member="Teron Mindrak"] beiing placed in cells in the brigs and from there they will wait to be released, the spots that have been reserved for them hold keys to unlock the doors but can only be grabbed once their opponents have been defeated and from there they will need to battle against troops, guards....and bounty hunters to get to the elevators and make it up the levels, level by level.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

((OOC: Sorry you guys posted in jet order was doing a dinner thing))

Sargon simply stayed out of the whole mess. There were apparently some members who not only knew each other but simply disliked each other. A few seemed like they were already allying up though and that was dangerous for him. He only knew one person there and they weren't exactly close. He was the unknown and not in the dangerous way.

However he was hoping to make that work for him, he would be opponent they didn't bother to watch. He walked away with his escort towards the belly of the ship. He'd stick to his rifle for now and stick to the shadows. Let the crowd thin out, and see what happened. He still didn't think he'd come up on top but it was great training.

Arriving at the brig Sargon just grinned as the door was locked behind him. Securing his helmet Sargon moved against the far wall and waited. It seems the fun was about to began.
@[member="Isis Fontana"]
@[member="Teron Mindrak"]
@[member="Mia Monroe"]
@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]
@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
@[member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

COMMUNICATIONS ROOM
@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

"So we're locked in, and we only get a key once one of us is done." Shotgun resting on his shoulder, Jorus examined the direction finder that would lead to Mia. "Thing is, kid, I got a friend out there I'd just as soon not leave to the tender mercies of the schutta you saw her with earlier, the one that apparently let her get tortured by Daxton fething Bane. Fething Confederacy.

"So. I gotta do this the hard way, or how's this gonna happen?"

 

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus raised an eyebrow at the man. "Okay. First off- not a kid. Second, that schutta happens to be a dear friend of mine, and my main hope of escaping, just as I am his." He casually walked across the room. "And third... You're about to have a real fight on your hands." He let a current of force flow through him as he took a ready stance. "Bring it tough guy."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

Jorus gave Xardus a long, slow blink and cracked the breech of his shotgun. He slipped in two big shells, one marked with a black stripe, one unmarked. One was scattershot, the kind that could put a fist-sized hole in a breastplate and the torso behind it, and the other was ultrafine cortosis dust.

"First, your face is about twelve. Second, you're a horrible judge of character. Third, go feth yourself." The shell gun snicked back together. Right hand on the grip, left on the scarred beskar barrel, Jorus set his feet.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis was observing from the command center she had just installed on the ship and smirked as she seen the first two getting ready and pressed a button on her control console and the shields around them sizzled out and allowed them to roam the whole communication center, they would be able to deal combat damage in this part of the ship and would be able to destroy things if they so chose to... this part of this ship would be the more valuable part since it held secrets to be revealed and then she watched the other cameras for action ready to unlock the cells and let the others roam to their targets as well.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon stifled a yawn as he pulled up the schematics on one of these behemoths on his HUD. The ship was just huge and he had very little to absolutely no idea what he'd have done with it if he even did win. On a side thought he tried to imagine what it would cost to run this thing. It wouldn't be a prize it be a nightmare! That wasn't to include any taxes the Fringe took out of winning this after all it was in their territory so they had the right to tax winnings.

Throwing such thoughts out of his mind Sargon checked over his rifle. Its aim was on center and the launcher armed with a paralyzing toxic nerve gas. One good strong inhalation and the muscles of the victim would all seize up and then just as suddenly turn into jelly. It was something he'd reserve till the end though no point in wasting them. Sitting down Sargon kept the rifle cradled against his shoulder and the barrel resting on his knee.

He didn't know if he was alone on this section of the brig, or if there was anyone even on this level. For the number of combatants it was as much a game of hide and seek as anything. Problem was the force users had the advantage on both the hiding and the seeking. Supposing that he might as well see if anyone was around he whistled out a little tune. Maybe someone would be near enough to hear.

@Teron Mindrak
@[member="Isis Fontana"]

 

[Valik]

As Isis, or Fontana explained the Prize a young bounty by the name of Clint Freeman followed her commands, going to room he was commanded to. It seemed they were to be pitted against each other for the amusement of the so-called Darth Menace. Little matter truly, one that would be resolved in time. Besides, acting out now would end up ruining his newly made disguise, and such ruses were always handy to keep around.

"Clint" wore a rather standard Durasteel armor, complete with a helmet/breathmask, not the fanciest but a durable piece. At his sides he held a couple sheathed Zana Stilletos, a lightsaber, a 'trophy' showing his skill, and a small pack with a healthy filling of kolcta geltabs, expensive but useful materials. In his arms he carried a SonoMax 100, though within his sleeves he carried a light but concealed weapon, filling his armory.

Overall, Valik looked the part of a well, if albeit exotically, armed bounty hunter, an identity he'd hopefully keep for the duration of the mission, to obtain a mobile laboratory, learn a few things about putting up new faces and perhaps have a little fun torturing the poor hapless souls who underestimated him.

 

[Levi Hutch]

(OOC: Question. Your 'Rogue master' tag, does it simply stand as a rank, or are you a force user?)

In a flash, Xardus had ignited his deep orange blade, and leveled it at his opponent. Standing in the starting position of Juyo, he prepared himself for an attack. The world was his playground, the force his tool of choice. He was finished talking. It was time for th fight to begin.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ It's always a Force rank. Jorus has a very specific skillset. In a nutshell, he can do just about anything with hyperspace -- plot courses with his gut, make a hyperdrive go faster, jump to hyperspace without a hyperdrive, that kind of thing, like Saesee Tiin crossed with a Duinuogwuin. He has zero 'Force powers,' except from some Force-enhanced hand-to-hand and so forth -- no Force pushes, no lightsabre fighting, no mind tricks, no energy manipulation, no huge jumping or ridiculously fast running. He's basically just a brawler with an indestructible shotgun, plenty of ju-jitsu, and a Master-level Force aura (so ripping up his guts or taking his gun with telekinesis isn't feasible).

IC/ @[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

"Kid, I'm not about to make the first move on someone who looks that young. Take a shot if you want. I've got a Darren Shaw to kill."

With the cell bars down, he turned and headed for the door of the communications room, deliberately turning his back on Xardus.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis was a master at deception and tricks and as she released the rest of the cages she watched for a moment as the ship came to life and then she watched as the contestants roamed around, with another trick in toe she released the creatures upon the hapless victims of her ruthless game of survival, endorian spiders.... acid panthers, sand vipers.... dark wolves, rancors and one krayt dragon was among the many enemies they would need to survive against and this game just got all the more difficult for them.

As her game lifted off and sprang to life she smirked and disappeared from the command room and walked toward fate with a new found mission, she would use her talents in stealth and trickery to attack them all the while hiding in the shadows. And whats even better is the guards, bounty hunters and troops are well armed to kill any master level force user.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]
@[member="Valik"]
@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Teron Mindrak]

Teron examined he surroundings as soon as his cage was unlocked, he saw the zabrak a short distance away. They had been shut in the brig, to fight it out. The zabrak was now fully armored and was carrying a rifle. Teeon quickly ducked into the shadows to avoid being seen. Then drawing his pistol, advanced on the man, stopping a few yards away.

"Well. . . It appears we have two options." He said, leveling his blaster at the mans head. "We could shoot each other in the head and see who survives or we could work together and once we're done, you can have the ship for all I care."

He didn't really plan on staying friends with this man for long at all, but in the short term he could be useful. So why not? He could easily back stab him whenever it was necessary.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon simply kept a bead on the man before him, his finger held firmly against the trigger as he watched him. He didn't bother to respond to the offer for a temporary alliance. It was a battle royal and only one could emerge victorious, and besides who fought in the arena and didn't want the grand prize? Without a single world Sargon pulled the trigger on his rifle and rolled towards the side wall where he would gain at least a few moments. If his shots hit the fight was already over, but if not the area was tight enough for melee. Grabbing out his shield and vibrosword he pounded the blade against the heavy phrick sheild. "How about we just settle this the old fashion way?"
@[member="Teron Mindrak"]
@[member="Isis Fontana"]

 

[Teron Mindrak]

Teron barely dodged the shot. He also fired his blaster, but it was way off mark. Holstering his pistol, he drew his vibrosword prepared to fight. The zabrak had a shield, which could potentially give him an advantage, but it was also a liability due to its weight.

"So be it." He replied, his eyes fiery with rage.

He lunged forward in to action. He slashed at his left, then feinting an attack at his legs, thrust his blade at his right side. He was trying to use quick, fast strikes to overwhelm his opponent, rather then focusing on strength.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon watched the enraged man approach him without a single emotion. It was a closed in room and that left little space for maneuvering and good foot work. Setting his shield before him and keeping an easy balance on his feet Sargon let his shield take the blows. For the moment the man's back was still to the open air but if he could turn him he could crush him against the bulkhead. If that couldn't be achieved he'd just trust to his own skill and call it a learning experience. The trio of blows were quick and smooth each good blows but for the protection of his shield.

The slice towards his left he rotated slightly as his shield rested strapped to his left arm. the feint he had prepared to met with some foot work but as it turned into a thrust on his shield side he merely rotated again slightly allowing it to slide across the flat of his shield. The shield would protect against the straight thrust, but Sargon found the impact much more jarring. While he rotated back he decided to go with a simple movement made to impair rather then kill. With continued pressure he brought his shield up along his enemy's blade and simply pushed it forward to bash it into his foe. It was a quick motion that allowed him to return to his ready stance, and bring his vibrosword to bear pointed down from his hip.

@[member="Teron Mindrak"]

 

[Teron Mindrak]

Teron could not win here. His opponent clearly had the upper hand here. He allowed his opponent to push him back with the shield bash. Then he ran, he had always hated doing so, but he had to draw his opponent out. He took off down a corridor to the left towards whatever lay ahead. The zabrak would not be able to keep up with his shield.

He heard an animal howl off to his right, not good. Apparently she had released something else on this ship as well. Holding his vibrosword in hand, he rounded the corner to meet whatever lay ahead.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia glowered at Darren through the energy shield, before looking down at the tracker in her hand. She had to either beat Darren and get to Jorus, or at least survive until Jorus could get to her. She slid the tracker into her pocket, hand reaching over her shoulder to pull the beskad from its sheath. It bore the marks of use, its hilt worn to perfectly fit her hands, the blade slightly curved and as sharp as ever.

She set her feet in a strong stance, and let the blade rest in one hand, blade tip pointing at the floor as she lifted her eyes once more to rest upon Darren Shaw taking deliberate slow breaths as she felt the rage build inside her channelling it as she charged her body with tutaminis. "I owe you a world of pain, Shaw." she said darkly. The energy shield dissipated and Mia moved, bring the beskad two a two hand grip swinging it like a club to strike across Darren from left hip to right shoulder.
@[member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Garza]

@[member="Mia Monroe"] and I were placed in a cell all on our own. An energy shield separated us for the most part. it was completely silent as we stood there. I had to get to Xardus. There was no other alternative. I had learned that if I doubted myself or thought of anything else, I would lose. As much as I truly didn't want to hurt this woman again. I didn't think that she would really mind after the punishment she had already endured. She pulled her Beskad. a sword made of Mandalorian Iron. I smiled as I pulled my sword Despair. The blade purple and black caused by Sith Alchemy rang as it came out from the sheath. The jagged edge would seem to grow darker the longer I held it. I could feel my mind hatred and rage take form. This woman wanted to kill me. Even when I had tried to fix my mistakes. I could not take back what I have done. But their may be a chance to fix it another way.

The blade gave off a very dark and strong presence in the force. It could make some lightsided people to possibly have a headache or even feel sick to their stomach. I smiled as she told me that pain was coming my way. As if on cue the shield came down and the Manda came at me with her sword. I sidestepped the swing moving to the right and ducking my head as the blade moved Centimeters from my helm. As much as she wanted to hit me. Weilding a sword that was many times heavier than mine, needed to be used with two hands. For me, I didn't need both of mine. I swung my blade perpendicular to her's matting it away as I used my left hand to send a force push.

I would rather not hurt the woman. But if I had to I would.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

OOC: Got a link/details for your armour?
The force push brought a snarl to Mia's lips as she fell back a step. There was no counter attack, no follow through of the force shove, just a simple attempt to but space between them. She set her feet again, eyes scanning for weaknesses in the armour he wore.

"There is only one way we get out of here, Darren. Don't play nice with me, it doesn't redeem you for what you did."

She let him make the next move.
@[member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Darth Torment]

Darth Menace was stalking through the corrdiors as she made her way to the last cage, the krayt dragon was free but not loose and as she got to it she made sure to let it know mommies home and stared into it's menacing eyes with her own, as she opened the small control hatch she went to put in the code and the shield deactivated and the dragon waited for it's orders Take them out one by one, do not go after Jorus yet first take out the mandolorian and the dark jedi master darren shaw my sweet only then move on to jorus and make mommy proud she touched the dragon and then it raged away, she had captured and tamed in while being among the jedi and now it was her minion and one of her biggest allies, it had a ferocious craving for blood and as it was the dragon has many eggs that could be found and taken if the contestants were smart enough to figure out she was a girl.

As Menace walked away she headed for the elevators to go down a few floors and take care of @[member="Jorus Merrill"] and @[member="Xardus Folidaar"] so her dragon can finish him off.

SETTING THE MOOD

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