Joker's take all (Battle Royale)

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus struggled against the ice for a few minutes, before bursting it with force-enhanced strength. Ice shards everywhere, Xarus shivered softly. He had to get that key, but with the current situation, it wasn't primarily his problem. The shotgun-toting man would be headed to the same area Xardus was aiming for- both their friends were locked up in the same spot. All he had to do was hang back and wait for the right moment. Running down the hall, he made sure to keep out of sight while he tailed his target.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The shriek cut off. Hion hoped they would be so debilitated that they could not move. His hope proved merely that, a hope. He felt an unseen power wrap around him and try to hold him in place, while at the same time heat began to slowly leech away from his body. With any human opponent, this would have been a lethal combination. However, two things prevented Hion from dying of frostbite.

First, his size. At eight hundred pounds of blood, muscle, and blubber, leaching away the heat from his entire body instead of a single, particular area proved counterproductive and very slow. Oh, it could happen, eventually. But it would take at least several minutes of prolonged concentration to deprive him of enough heat that it would start to hinder him. After all, he was a Herglic. Their blubber was meant to provide warmth when swimming in the deepest, coldest depths of the ocean. This cryokinesis did not come close to the frigid ocean floors of Giju.

Second.... his size. Hion fought against the telekinetic grip with his respectable mass and shook it off, taking first one step forward, then another.

Thud. Thud.

Opening his maw, Hion unleashed another debilitating shriek and hoped to the Force it would provide enough of a distraction that the Dark Side woman would have to relent one or both of her assaults. Then, he counterattacked.

Wielding his blue greatsaber, nearly double the length of a normal lightsaber, Hion lashed out with an overhead blow directed at @[member="Isis Fontana"]'s face. He expected her to block the blade, but the Herglic had the strength of twelve men in his enormous frame. Though the woman might block his blade, it was likely that the force of his blow would break her parry, possibly smashing her own blade into her.

As for the other Dark Sider, Hion knew not what became of him.

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

 

[Bloodknight]

The technology of his Wintergreen Suit maintained his body temperature as the woman tried to lower it. That was a good trick, he'd like to learn it soon. Then the whale roared.the audio devices in his helmet altered the sound to habitable levels before it got to his ears, so Andreas was for the most part unaffected. needless to say, his less equipped opponent was not. she was very distracted and her handswer occupied covering her ears. Though what help this would be since doing so couldn't even drown out the sound of a crying child, he had no idea. What he did have an idea of is what he was going to do while she was distracted. Throwing down a stun grenade to the floor that would detonante immediately and send out a blinding light and even more deafening sound plus the effect of disturbing any who fell victim to it's ear fluid and causing loss of balance that would further disorient the woman in front of him, he activated his darksaber, the black blade jutting out of the hilt as he spun and sliced at the @[member=Isis Fontana]'s waist, meaning to cleave the attractive, blinded, deafened and disoriented woman in half with extreme speed alongside his ally

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis seen the grenades coming at her from the eye of the dark side and as soon as it did she pushed with the force backward to send it back at him and ducked under the first blade while spinning around to avoid the other as she spun around the whale she sliced at his body and came around in a twirling rampage while slashing at his back, she was not going to give this thing a chance at taking her out as the grenade went off in a far corridor she activated her second blade and held them in defense while looking at the both while back off to give her some room to parry and block the blades, but she found this would not be that much protection so she formed a lightening arc and threw it at @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] to try and get him to back off some, or to stun him...whichever came first.

@[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Hion parried her attacks. The length of his blade and reach of his arm allowed him to keep her at a distance. She would have to get inside his guard in order to reach far enough to land a blow on his torso and with the confines of the corridor it was an unlikely option.

The Herglic swung his lightsaber like a hammer in a horizontal stroke for @[member="Isis Fontana"]'s right shoulder. Parrying Hion's blade would be like trying to stop a wrecking ball. It could be done, but it would likely end up with Isis being tossed into a wall from the sheer force of the blow.

 

[Bloodknight]

The insulation in his provided optimal defense against the force lightning as it let no such energy through the plates. Remaining unharmed, he rushes forward, slicing low at @[member=Isis Fontana]'s legs at the same time of @[member=Hion the Herglic]'s attack as he spins to place himself behind the woman. Such a combination leaves very little to no chance of evasion on her part. Once the grenade detonated, which it was supposed to have done the moment it hit the ground, the blinding light, deafening sound and dehabilitating effects of it will occur.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis found the assassin behind her and rolled to the side and got back to her feet and performed a wall run and as she lauched herself off it she landed on her hands and feet on the other behind the assaassin and went for a scissors slice with both her sabers at his waist and waited for the assassins body to be injured or chopped in half, her game was just altered and she was not liking it, at that moment her troops came rushing in and opened fire on the both trying to save her.

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

 

[Valik]

"Clint Freeman" continued on, utilizing his SonoMax blaster to attack the various bounty hunters in a sort of stun, after all all the armor in the world didn't matter to a sonic gun if you didn't wear earplugs, and these bounty hunters and guards seemed to want to communicate with each other. From there it was a simple telekinetic motion to snap a helpless neck or two and continue onwards. As he continued onwards he heard a few rather loud shots, then saw a storm of electricity, perhaps an EMP wave. Clint did a quick check of his weapon and found his SonoMax was still functional, no harm done. As he continued onwards he saw a rather average looking man, at least in terms of physical size, but he carried a rather large and scarred shotgun, of an ancient design.

"You seem to be a capable sort." Valik said as he came to the man @[member="Jorus Merrill"], holding his rifle but pointing it downwards. "What say you and I take care of the rest of these jokers? As nice as it'd be I don't need an entire Lucrehulk to myself. I'm sure we could come to some sort of agreement. Long as we take down whoever put us in this freakshow I'm happy."

 

[Teron Mindrak]

Ten yards down the hall were a pack of Dark Wolves. Teron counted four. They were your normal wolf, but with a scorpion liked tail. Their claws contained venom that would weaken you and one hit from their tails and you were paralyzed. Not to mention their thick hides that protected them.

He fired his blaster at one, but it did little other then making it mad. It turned and charged him, the others following closely behind. He dodged it, swinging his sword to severe its tail, but the blow just bounced off it. He flipped over them, force pushing one down the hall. It skidded across the floor, stopping a short distance away. He launched himself at another, thrusting his sword into its belly, but not before another raked its claws across his back. He immediately felt himself losing energy from the wound as its poison coursed through him. The other one was already back on its feet and preparing to join the fray again. The impaled beast just played there, injured. He backed up firing a few shots at their feet hoping to keep them at bay. As the other charged from behind he turned slicing his blade across its face, then stabbing it multiple times. He stepped back, it was dead. In that moment another leapt on his back, digging its claws into him. Another swung its tail at him, this time as he swung his blade it found a soft spot and he sliced through it. As the tail hit the floor, the beast cowered back, injured. As the other continued to claw into, he slammed himself against the wall, smashing it in between them. Its tail was forced forward, piercing its own head. The beast let out a shriek as it fell to the floor paralyzed. The other beast had apparently recovered, as it stood tailess, but ready to fight. He took a defensive stance, preparing to finish it. It jumped at him, he rolled underneath, slicing his blade across its body. It hit the ground, dead as well. Walking over to the already wounded one, he stabbed it, multiple times.

Teron surveyed the hall, they were all dead or paralyzed. Only after the fight did he start to notice the searing pain from his wounds and the immediate wave of fatigue that came over him. He crashed into the corner, Sword and Pistol in hand, exhausted. Severely wounded and completely exhausted, should anyone find him, he wouldn't put up much of a fight.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The soldiers coming down the hallway began to open fire on the jumbled combatants. Hion backed up, batting away blasterfire as best he could. Adrenaline sounded like a thousandfold drum as it coursed through him, tightening his vision and blurring his thoughts. Despite his best efforts, the heat of battle was overcoming his restraint. Wounded, bleeding, and engaged by multiple opponents, Hion reacted in a self-serving, survivalistic grasp for escape, like a cornered animal. And he would regret it, after all was said and done.

Opening his mouth, Hion sucked in air until he felt his lungs would burst, then he promptly unleashed it in a beastial Force Bellow.

"HAUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"

The shockwave sped from his mouth, rippling outward with all the force of a bomb explosion. It roared through the hallway, splintering the cabinet like plywood and sending slivers of wood and pottery hurtling through the air at incredible speed. The soldiers and Hion's two opponents, @[member="Isis Fontana"] and @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"], were smack in the path of the oncoming shockwave as it filled up the entire corridor. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

The blast wave came in around eight pounds per square inch of pressure, enough to tear apart permacrete like it was nothing.

Soldiers started to die.

The first ones to go were those hit by shards of pottery or splinters, propelled to such speeds that they simply punched straight through whatever the troops were wearing and came out the other side. But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst came when the overpressure hit like a hurricane. Not a single soldier was left standing. They were tossed around like rag dolls, their blood and brains spattering across the walls and floor, leaving smears of pink and red. Those not already dead from ruptured internal organs were dying of brain trauma, or were unable to stand from shattered limbs.

Hion closed his mouth. He stared at the devastation he had wrought... and was overcome with sorrow and shame.

 

[Bloodknight]

With all of the movements she made, Andreas was easily able to follow @[member=Isis Fontana] with his eyes, watching as she maneuvered behind him and was already facing her soon as she landed. When she went for the scizzor slash, he countered by putting both hands on his darksaber and placing the blade upside down at an angle between the two blades where they cross. Then, as he has trained his body for peak performance, he overpowers her and pulls upwards, causing both of her blades to go up over her head along with her arms with the same happening to him, leaving her open for another attack. Jumping up on one foot and thrusting out his front knee, he aims a flying knee kick towards her jaw. The durasteel plate covering his knee won't deform upon impact like his bone would, making the blow even more dangerous and almost guranteeing a broken or dislocated jaw.
The force notified him of imminent danger and sure enough, the 360 degree field of vision granted by his HUD allowed him sight of the whale-man taking a mighty breath. This one was much bigger than the last two and he sensed @[member=Hion the Herglic] was using the force for this one too. This one was definitely going to be destructive.
He was proved right, for when the whale-man let loose his bellow, all things were forced aside. Even though he knew it was in vain, he reached out for something, anything to keep himin place. In his adrenaline rushed panick, he wound up slipping his arms around Isis' waist instead, which was no help to anybody.
Kark
He didn't have time to let go and choose something else as he was currently being thrown towards a wall on the far side of the long corridor by gale force winds, so he curled up around Isis like an armadillo, more to protect himself than her and his durasteel plated back hit a wall with a heavy *DING* that he was sure meant damage to his armor. The thick underlayer of thermal gel recognizes the kinetic force and hardens exponentially to provide an adequate cushion to shield his body from damage coupled with the outer layer of durasteel, rendering him at least physically unharmed
He slumped to the ground and shoved the woman away before she could even think about using this moment to attack.

 

[Darth Torment]

It was hilarious when he wrapped himself around her like an armadillo but the sport she is she took it knowing she would be able to attack right afterward, as the newbie force sensitive tossed her to the side she rose quickly and grabbed at him with the force and began to use her force crush on the HUD of his helmet trying to render him blind and obsolete as she did she combined her own energies with that of the force and gathered her own crushing strength, it would be impossible for his helmet to escape the crush without being badly harmed and she definitely was getting a bit tired of his constant evasion of all their abilities.

She did not come unscathed unlike him, the force bellow and the wall gave her cuts on her body and broken ribs... but she was a sith which meant the more pain she was in the stronger she became, even though the force crush was only meant to annihilate the advantage his HUD gave him she still meant him harm and she continued to crush his helmet in her force grip, and this is something that he won't be able to just avoid.... this will become his end and will allow for Isis to eliminate an apprentice that thinks himself to be powerful, for only the strong survive.

 

[Bloodknight]

Wow, this woman is just the most grateful person in the world, isn't she? Save her from an embarrassing death via splitting against a wall like a rotten fruit and she breaks your stuff. Eh, he would've done the same thing. Small cracks began to appear around the peripheral of Andreas' plexalloy visor as his opponent's force crush started to take effect. Well, he's definitely not going to just stand there and let this happen. He acted immediately.

"You thought that would work?"
Activating his darksaber, which was still in his hand, he sliced downward at @[member=Isis Fontana]'s arm, meaning to chop it clean off. A woman like her best find better things to do with her hands than damage people's belongings.

While doing this, he contacted @[member=Hion the Herglic] via telepathy. He simply requested that they work together and that he reserve the Force Bellows.

 

[Darth Torment]

(OOC: I think you mean telepathy @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] telekinesis doesn't work like that)


As he chopped as her arm she used her telekinesis to try and slam his head into the wall while pulled her already activated saber in her hand to deflect his own from the chopping attack, this wouldn't happen again and he definitely was not showing her up....as she remained still she deflected his saber by twirling her own in her hand and then quickly formed a spark in her hand and quickly closed her own hand around the ball and threw her punch at him going for a kamikaze punch with the spark going directly into his armor from the direct hit, if this worked he would get a nice jolt of sabotage to his own armor.

@[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Bloodknight]

As soon as @[member=Isis Fontana]'s blade connected with his in a parry, he rolled his wrist, causing the blade to sort of twirl around it and end up inside of her guard and at optimal position for thrusting, which he did. He stabbed forward with the black blade, aiming for her chest right where the heart is while he uses his other hand to grab her fist. Though, this does nothing to prevent it's effects. The single spark races through his gauntlets all the way up to his helmet where it forcibly shuts off his Had. The grids and whatnot disappearing from the visor as it powers down.
Andreas gives a mental shrug. It wasn't that much use in this fight anyway. He no longer has his 360° vision, but the force will notify him of danger anyway. And it's not as if it changes the fact that he's a master martial artist. This stuck up sith girl has still got a lot on her hands

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The ship had power to pretty much every system. He moved quickly and silently, an old hand at shipboard navigation, even before he acquired the ability to never, ever get lost. By careful use of the ventilation shafts (an old trick, but a good one when it came to Lucrehulks), he circumnavigated the monsters and bounty hunters, for the most part.

Reaching the bridge and finding it deserted save for a couple of bounty hunters, he blew their heads off and sealed the blast doors.

And then he got to work. This ship was nine hundred years old and a piece of crap, but at the very least Fontana had made sure that its systems were capable of monitoring most of the locations of the combatants and the monsters she'd released.

And capable of setting off a radiation alarm, with the help of an old salvager.

@EVERYONE​

A radiation alarm began to blare. "Reactor breach. Reactor breach. Evacuate. Evacuate."

On a ship this old, after all, it was only a matter of time. Granted, there was no actual radiation. But the ship had so many reactors that anyone who failed to detect radiation could safely assume that it was one of the farther reactors that had been breached.

Good times.

 

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus was having a hard time keeping up with his target, but nevertheless tracked him through the force. When he went up the vents, however, he knew that following would give himself away. There had to be another way around. Making his way through the series of rooms around the ship, he began hearing faint crashing sounds. Perhaps he was close to Darren. He smiled as he imagined his old master smashing the pulp out of the woman he had met earlier. Suddenly, Xardus found his way to get back on the trail. A ladder dropped from a hatch above him, not far from his target's force signature. Before he could climb it, however, he heard a voice over the intercom. "Reactor breach?" Sure, the ship was old, but he knew Isis better than that to keep the ship in pristine condition. He didn't believe the warning for a second. Climbing up the ladder, he began to sneak his way to the bridge. Upon reaching the doors, he found them sealed and sighed. "Always the hard way." Figuring the doors to be made of some lightsaber-resistant material, he searched for another entrance.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

The beskad moved smoothly to catch the first strike as Darren's fist swung for her face. Mia let her head roll with the punch, as teeth cut into her cheek, a copper taste filling her mouth.She was ready for the lightening though, unable to hide the smirk on her face as she removed one hand from the hilt of her beskad to catch the incoming lightening, absorbing the energy through tutaminis.

Twisting her body so the stab passed her stomach she threw her shoulder against Darren's chest, using the energy in a force push behind the shoulder barge intending to throw him back. Alarms blasted out warning of a reactor breach. Keeping the beskad in one hand she drew a blaster pistol, firing four bolts at Darren, aiming for his neck, groin and knees.

@[member="Darren Shaw"]

 

[Garza]

I was surprised as my lightning was blocked, well more absorbed by her powers. Even then it gave her a chance to slam her shoulder into my chest with the force. I grunted as her smaller height caused her shoulder to slam into my stomach. Even then an alarm went off for a problem with the reactor. I looked to the ceiling as the red lights above us started to blink on. I looked down at the last second to see Mia pointing a blaster at me. each of the four blasts of plasma came at me I tried to block them. the first three were blocked but the last one hit me in the knee.

The slam and heat burned through the armor. I howled at the woman and looked up at her. "Good, now let see what you can really do with your force prowess." I launched myself at the woman. My right came down to her left arm intending to take it clean off. Yet my left hand lit up with arcs of electricity balled into a fist to upper cut the Mandalorian woman.
@[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Without the force, Mia was gifted with speed and strength. It had earned her the title of Mand'alor. In truth though, she had never been without it, only unaware of it. Now she was aware of it all. She let go of her rage, slipping into the mentality of the fight, the alarms becoming mere background noise, his comment sliding off her like water. She was not here to be tested nor ridiculed, nor reminded of her past. She was here for the fight, for the adrenaline, for the thrill of seeing an opponent bleed.

The beskad came up, twisting his blade aside as best she could, though with one hand the move was clumsy, a desperate attempt to save her limb that left her with a deep gash across her arm. She made no sound shrugging the pain aside as she twisted Darren's sword away from her. She brought her right arm up to block the uppercut, the stench of burnt flesh searing her nostrils and she took half a step back.

Half a step, half a heart beat, more than enough time to reassess. "I'm mando'ade, not a jettii." she said, grip shifted on the beskad and the blaster came up, one shot towards the right shoulder, his sword arm, one to the face and one more towards his abdomen. Her beskad swing for his already injured knee.

@[member="Darren Shaw"]