Joker's take all (Battle Royale)

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus shook his head and flung a fireball in the other man's direction. "Hey! By all means, I would much rather work with you to get out of here. But there's only one way out. One of us goes down, and the other gets the key. That simple." He walked behind him, one fist coated in ice, the other in fire. "Now fight me so we can get this over with."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled as she waited for me to attack. She wanted me to attack her. She looked at me in my Dark Rune Armor for possible flaws. I shook my head. "Oh Mia, you and your Fighting instincts for armor." I came in with a simple swing at her left arm. followed by a fist to the face. "I never play nice hun. Now be ready." I told her. Lashing out my left arm I sent a string of purple lightning. Followed by stabbing towards her stomach.

"I just may surprise you."
@[member="Mia Monroe"]
OOC: got the link in there.

 

[Darth Torment]

isis got off the elevator and walked while focusing her force aura to hide it and then strode with confident paces toward the two in the comms center, she was waiting for the two to begin fighting so she could ambush them and watched as they just interacted, she was lurking in the shadows watching and observing and waiting for her time to strike.

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

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

Turning his back -- well, there was only one reason you turned your back in a fight, ever, and that was to draw out a hit. The shotgun on Jorus's shoulder dropped and fired, point-blank, right into the fireball, behind his back. A fountain of cortosis ore dust splattered the fireball and was, in turn, splattered, filling the room with an anti-lightsabre cloud that hung in the air. Heat washed over the back of his head, and he spun to face the oncoming, speaking elementalist. His left hand settled onto the underside of the shotgun, and he waited for Xardus to get fairly close, his hands covered in oomph, before Jorus fired the shotgun again. And this time it was just your normal shotgun blast, albeit eight-gauge, and aimed with a Master's instincts. If it hit Xardus, there wouldn't be much left of his chest.

 

[Levi Hutch]

"Finally." Xardus lobbed a few more fireballs at the combatant before he noticed the multiple projectiles racing at him. Wide-eyed, he threw up a a shield of force around himself. With a blast like that, trying to dodge would be stupid. As his flank was protected by his force shield, he drew his lightsaber once more, cursing when it did little more than fizzle and die out. Fraking cortosis. All he could do at the moment was hide behind his defenses while he gained just enough energy to cloak himself.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

Throwing fireballs while getting blasted with a shotgun? Well, to each their own. Jorus sidestepped adroitly, with the instincts that had let him create the Mara Corridor, taking incidental burns. Charred hair and cloth stank in his nostrils, and he'd sure be feeling that in the morning.

As the kid took shelter behind the shield, Jorus took the opportunity to crack the break-action shotgun and pop out the spent shells. He replaced them with two more, one a low-yield concussion round (basically a Force push), and one a miniature CryoBan grenade. He quite probably didn't have time to fire either one before Xardus made a move. It took a bit to reload that shell gun.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis was observing them, watching for her time... as she watched her mind beaconed with a new arrival, on this level there were two acid panthers and right now they're on the prowl and as the time is they have company, three jet pack wielding bounty hunters are en route to @[member="Xardus Folidaar"] (her former student) and @[member="Jorus Merrill"] (a master of rogues) and as she watches she gets takes a liking to them, in several moments the bounty hunters and panthers will be on them and from there it will be a fight to the dear.

The jet pack toting hunters are equipped with plasma wrist casters that act as flame throwers, and with quick-shot wrist casters with extra rounds and a standard recon rogue dual pistols.... as it is they are a force to be wreckoned with.

 

[Levi Hutch]

In a few seconds, Xardus had built up just enough energy to go into stealth. Smirking to himself, he saw his body begin to shimmer softly, his skin becoming transparent. He was almost completely invisible when he felt a strange amount of life forms coming in the direction of the room they were in. 'But it's just us two down here', he thought. 'What the hell...?' Just as he finished his thought, two panthers rounded the corner and locked their eyes with his. Something told him they weren't exactly normal, and they weren't the only things coming. "Hey!" Hopefully he could get the other man to listen. "There's a whole lot of life forms on their way here, and I don't think they're friendly. I say we work together to take 'em out. We can always beat the hell out of each other afterwards."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]

"Funny thing about stealth, kid. It don't work so well when you're talking."

An acid panther leaped for Jorus; the other went for Xardus. Jorus raised the shotgun crossways to his body and fired the CryoBan straight at Xardus. Lethal radius: Six metres. Frostbite radius: Twelve. Jorus was within the twelve metres, and a deep chill permeated him instantly -- but not before the recoil of the eight-gauge shell slammed the butt of the Mandalorian shell gun into the skull of the acid panther. It crumpled, dead. Meanwhile, the acid panther that was attacking Xardus had frozen solid, to the point where, when Jorus turned, levelled the gun and fired the second barrel -- the concussion round -- it was with the express intention of making Xardus shatter, just like the acid panther that turned into frozen shrapnel when the concussion wave struck it.

 

[Levi Hutch]

As much as Xardus wanted to, he couldn't defend himself against the torrent of ice that had begun to encase him. In a matter of seconds, he was mostly encased in frost. His mouth was covered, so he couldn't warn the other man verbally, he would have to resort to telepathy. 'Listen', he said with his thoughts. 'There are three more life forms on the way. They seem to be heavily armed, so watch yourself.'

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Jorus lowered the shotgun, cracked it, and removed the spent shells. Stepping into the cold zone, he slammed the ice over Xardus' face and ear so the kid could breathe and hear. "Thanks for that, kid," he said. "Next time, save the fireballs. Don't spend all yer strength right away."

Two more shells -- one incendiary, one buckshot -- and the gun snapped closed. "See ya around," he said, and grabbed the key. The area seemed open enough, though that door only opened one way. The key opened up the comm center. He stepped into the hall as three bounty hunters came into view. Blasterfire pressed him back into the doorway. His shell gun belched a fireball that didn't actually do a lot to the three of them apart from block their line of sight, long enough that he could put out a more careful shot that turned one man's neck to pulp.

By the time the fireball dissipated, Jorus was in melee range. The beskar barrel crashed down on the second man's helmet, shattering his spine. A flurry of blasterfire drove Jorus back and sent the shell gun clattering away, and he held up the dead man as a shield, pulling one very expensive shotgun shell from his belt. The shell gun was too far to grab, and the dead man's more obvious weapons were gone too.

In a pinch, Jorus's penchant for Force-enhanced hand-to-hand could lend him some pretty decent strength, and when he slammed that shell into the backplate of the dead man's armor, the piezoelectric charge detonated. An electromagnetic pulse ripped through the corridor, killing holocams and high-tech weapons.

And the last bounty hunter's armor.

He pulled a knife; Jorus stripped it from his hand and broke the wrist. Game over. Picking up his shell gun, he moved on.

Reload time.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon simply watched the man run in absolute surprise. He hadn't expected that at all, and as such he just stood there stunned. This meant a change in tactics though, he wasn't playing cat and mouse with a man he didn't know. With that thought in mind Sargon switched back to his rifle and went out the exact opposite way his opponent did. If he understood the concept of the ship well enough he could eventually loop back around and find his enemy.

The size of the ship made it entirely possible he might simply get lost, and completely lose his prey. Of course there was no telling what could be found on the ship. If it was really as old as it looked who knew if it still contained a few operating toys, or better yet if the security system could be engaged. The blueprints on a ship such as this were simply out of date, it was a relic.

Moving through the corridors he kept his eyes open for any kind of working console, or if luck found him a full on security console. If he could download current schematics on this ship, or play with the holocams he'd have an advantage. There were a few possible plans going through his mind as he stopped in motion. He could swear he heard footsteps echoing ahead of him.

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

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The sound of heavy footsteps reverberated through the ship's corridors.

News of the underworld fight for a capital ship traveled swiftly, reaching even the Jedi Order's ears. The Council deemed it unwise to let such a large ship slip into the hands of criminals, Sith, or Dark Siders. After much debate it was decided that a representative would be sent to... acquisition the lucrehulk. Many thought it an overly militaristic action, but it was either that or see a powerful weapon put to ill use. Countless lives could be lost.

Hion did not want go. He knew where his weaknesses lay. Fighting, he enjoyed it too much. The rush of adrenaline pumping through him like the sound of a thousand crashing waves. He could become lost in that ocean of battle and that path led to the dark side. Still, there was nothing for it. He would go where the Order sent him. Perhaps he could save some lives on this... peacekeeping mission. He would do what he could, to atone for past wrongs. Many a warrior had he sent to the dark depths of eternal sleep. All for a few coins. The hulking Herglic shook his squat head. He couldn't waste time on the past. What was done was done.

Taking a deep lungful of air, Hion immersed himself in the serene waves of the Force. Peace floated over him, a blissful calm. Humming lightly, the eight hundred pound, seven foot walking whale emerged from around a corner. Black, saucer-plate eyes stared at the empty hallway. He blinked. He had thought he had felt.... but yes, there were several presences nearby.

Wrapping his flipper more firmly around his greatsaber, Hion stepped into the hallway.

Thud.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis felt the immense change in the dark currents she had residing in the ship, there had become a light in the ship that needed to be purged and it was one story below, she looked at the other two getting ready to fight and quietly stalked off toward the light, as she neared the turbolift she watched as the blank darkness of the room filled the expanse of the ship and with a whirring sound the turbolift snuck to the lower levels, there it was...the torturous light preying on the darkness within the ship... she knew there was a light sider here but knew not of who it was.

As she exited the ship she silently gathered the force in her hand and turned half her arm, elbow to finger tips to a cryo-structure and then walked on as her other hand formed a spark in it...she was not willing to let a light sider take the ship and as she walked fast and silently she got on her comms unit Wraith Stalkers, get down to lower deck E-5 now, we have an intruder the Wraith Stalkers, the Private Vortek and Mandolorian Task Force that resided and answered only to Darth Menace, a spec-ops group of renegades and one of the most elite forces in the fringe military, a storm was about to be brewed between light and dark.

@[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Hauum, the problem with large ships is that it is so hard to find anyone," thought Hion as he continued through the lucrehulk.

A chill rippled through the waves of the Force. The Dark Side. Reaching out, Hion felt beings full of hostile intent headed his way. He hummed worriedly.

"Or perhaps not."

@[member="Isis Fontana"]

 

[Bloodknight]

Thud.

Thud.

The sound of some seriously heavy footsteps had broken Andreas' concentration as he was concentrating on trying to fall asleep. He had heard about the tournament and the prize, but he didn't care about the ship at all. He just wanted to fight. He was in his late thirties and near middle aged and the last thing hge wants to remember doing while he's rocking back and forth on his rocking hoverchair as an old man is that he had missed out on a battle royal. Since he was rather close to the ship when he recieved the message, he arrived rather early, but what he had forgotten to do was see the host of the whole thing. In fact, he had even gotten lost. So here he was, leaning on the wall of an empty hallway until he mustered up the will to go searching again. Or atleast it used to be empty.
Andreas turns to see an empty hallway yet he can clearly hear footsteps. He isn't one to believe in ghosts so he simply presumes that whoever else is in here is using a cloaking of sorts. His HUD notices this also and automatically switches to infrared vision, allowing the mercenary to see a hulking red figure outlined in orange. must be a contestant here to try and take his head. The force tells him what his HUD can't, that the other guy is also a force-sensitive.
Leaping out from his spot behind a china cabinet, he readied to confront the creature, but then he felt the prescence of others coming towards him so he simply nodded towards the whale person and turned towards the oncoming hostiles

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis readied herself before she got to the Light Sider and felt another presence. a presence that met her no harm due to be inferior and weak yet it was a presence none the less... as she rounded yet another corner she quickly shot off the lightening arc and started on a fast paced walk, faster than what she was doing, while pulling one of her blades she sprinted up to him and dove into the air while summoning the force as an ally and came down hard in front of him slamming her fist into the ship to repel one or both of them, she was giving this one her all... as she looked up at him she stood with a sinister smirk and then twirled her blade in her arm.

You should have stayed away Je'Dai... Now you'll be packing up your things and leaving she mocked with a confident yet arrogant sneer, her arm was now radiating with cryo-energies.

@[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]
@[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Bloodknight]

(lol This is not fair.Why do I have to be in the middle of this?)​

At the sight of the lightning , Andreas used the force to knock over the china cabinet and form a wall that shielded his now ally from it, causing it's contents to spill out. Once spotting the woman who had sent for him in the air, he acted quickly, using the force on numerous china plates scattered about the flooor just as her leap was at it's climax, before she came down, shooting the plates at her like a chaingun shoots bullets and with similar speed. Some of said platges had shattered when he turned the cabinet over and those shards were forced towards her too, these would act like actual bullets and penetrate (inuendo unintended but acknowledged) her. He did not expect these to kill her, well they would if she did nothing to stop them, but he knew they would cause some distraction and maybe create an opening his ally, @[member=Hion the Herglic] can take advantage of

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

(OOC: Hion is not cloaked. He is quite visible. Sorry if I somehow gave that impression.)

The Force screamed danger.

An enormous bar of blue erupted with a snap-hiss as Hion's greatsaber came to life and batted aside the red bolt. The sizzling lancet of plasma bounced down the hallway back the way it came, ricocheting wildly. Pain seared through the Herglic's leg and he glanced down to find a vibrodagger sticking from it. His hum went to a note so low it was almost imperceptible to the human ear save for the reverberations in one's stomach. Reaching a flipper down, Hion pulled the knife from his leg, wincing as he did.

Hion tossed the blade aside, mentally berating himself for not being more alert. Thank the Force for blubber. The blade had not pierced past that outer layer of blubber. All his muscles were still intact. But ouch, did it hurt.

Before the Jedi could do anything further, another flash of danger came in the Force. Hion glanced up to find another dark presence leaping down. She slammed her fist into the ground and a wave of the Force spread out from her. The wall of pressurized air hit Hion, but the 800lbs Herglic stood his ground, taking a single step back to regain his posture.

Blood oozed from the wound in his leg, but it didn't seem profuse. Hopefully, it would congeal shortly. Large, black eyes glanced at the setting. Hion stood at the end of a hallway. In front of him stood his opponents in an open area of sorts, where several hallways converged.

Suddenly, the Dark Siders began to fight each other, with one of them knocking over a cabinet - though why a cabinet would be in the middle of a hallway, Hion knew not - and sending several blue and white colored pottery toward the female antagonist.

"I do not wish to fight you," Hion rumbled in his sonorous bass, glancing between the two opponents. Unfortunately, they seemed rather preoccupied. Hion let out a soft sigh, air issuing from the blowholes on top of his head. He knew it was no use. They were Dark Siders. He wished they could be redeemed, but they had already engaged him and protocol demanded he fight back. Perhaps he could try and take them into custody.

Opening his mouth and revealing rows of giant, white teeth, Hion sucked in an enormous lungful of air, while also immersing himself further in the serenity of the Force, letting it direct him. He regretted the action even as he did it, but it was necessary. Hion released a high pitched shriek of such tone that it would perforate the eardrums of any present, causing deafness instantly along with sensory disorientation and intense, debilitating pain.

@[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]

 

[Darth Torment]

isis felt the force warning her of the plates and seeing them as a danger she turned and twirled her own blade at the plates and batted them away with precise strikes, as she finished them all she held up her hand and began trying to siphon the heat from the assassins body and then the dark side warned her again and she jumped back into the air and did a couple flips to get as far away as she could from the whale, she did some flips and landed on her feet and then pierced her ear drums with her fingers so they'd be protected.

She held her fingers in her ears as the bellow sounded and then after it was done she removed them and then waited for her ears to return to hearing capable, as she remained on her knees she couldn't hear shit and then looked around disoriented and rose while her hearing was messed up, but she could use the force still and so she used her telekinesis to try and hold him and activated her cryo-abilities once more trying to siphon the whales heat from his body, she had no idea if he had heat but she tried it anyway.

@[member="Hion the Herglic"]
@[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]