Killer Balls (dev-thread)

[Tentoa]

The great slug heavy lidded eye's widen a low rumble could be heard as the Hutt adjusted himself, the rolls of fat moving with a timed response, the lash like tongue rolling over the craggy lipless mouth. A Hutts place was long past it's prime in the galaxy, slave kings and an empire that stretched from planet to planet, now mere gang leaders if that. He'd change that and his Droid armies would put them back on the map.

The slugs translator scrambled to his side, adjusting himself to be more presentable to Captain Larraq, if ever a thing was possible it was not done by this near human. It was almost worse than the Hutt, it had pale and semi translucent skin with a hunch about it that made moving looking like it hurt, it was a joke no doubt having someone lesser in the presence added to the illusion of grandeur for the Hutt.

"Commence the Production."​

 

[Tentoa]

It was the kind of brightness that sears into your retinas making you close them for fear of going blind; a brightness that would make fresh snow look grey and dull. It was a brightness to rival the sun itself. Than it went blank and a pallid grey rose up from the boarders of the screen, with a round Hutt logo and in the middle a welcoming message in bold 'Welcome'.

The computer was dusty and archaic. The round bulbous finger's wrapping around the key's with a solid 'thud' and 'click'. Lines of code were learned, not that old, ending in letters and zeros that make one sleep.

 

[Tentoa]

Rolling, turning, all on an axis and production line. Silicon eyes, and metal prongs and teeth. They were funnelled down a production line with bright flashes of liquid light, turning flesh black with souette and burns. The sharp oily smell of the fire permeated the room, wisps of silver grey smoke curled and danced their way through the thick, hazy air as if excited to escape the gentle pull of the furnaces.

They were gathered in small containers, round balls of steel permitted with red light and bulbs that shone a lurid red.

 

[Tentoa]

The long waggle of his form and the roll of fat as he adjusting himself to sit, there was a gurgle and his grubby finger's ran the length of a leather satchel around his lower abdomen, withdrawing a dried eel. "Bargon." The Hutt said throwing the eel to the back of his mouth with a throaty gurgle, the crunch and long slurp of meat in the maw of the slug could be heard as he ate.

"The great Mongo, has permitted you chosen hunter to participate in this test, a line of newly made Droids will appear. Destroy them. By the conclusion each one of you will receive a thousand credits, or to your next of kin."

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="ZERR"] [member="Norjung Ordo "][member="Maete Noelv"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan stepped into the arena. He wore his ever present trench coat, you know the one that has been shot up, rolled around in the dirt and sand and set on fire? Yeah that one. Underneath his 'coat' he wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armour, this armour was kept in relativly good condition, it wore the Jackal's insignia across the left breastplate. Holstered to his right thigh was a DL-18 blaster pistol with the word "Sunshine" sketched into the side. Strapped across his back was a Raven Gauss Rifle, equipt with an Augmented Shooting Sight. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector.

He looked up to Mongo and began to speak, static burst from his helmet followed by his voice. "Better make this quick Lord Mongo, I got me a Twi'lek waiting for me!" He let out a small chuckle.

Cadan readied his gauss rifle, his finger hovering over the trigger.

[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

He enters the Arena his armour was shiny, but in some places rustic. There were still cuts, scrapes and dents from when it was used. It was never polished, but kept a glass like look about it, a gorse-yellow with close-growing green marks, and with others of blue-green and salmon pink. Beneath them are the vivid orange-browns and siennas of wrack-colours, these were the marks of war, stains from far off jungles to the deserts of Tatooine, these were also his badges of office, his proof that he was no braggart.

Looking to Cadan he gives him a light nod and begins to check his equipment, starting with his vibroblades then to his LL-30 pistols on his legs. He also checks his wrist mounted sonic pistol and Jetpack ready for use.

"This will be fun."

 

[Maete Noelv]

Maete spent no time checking his armor or weapons, as he already did earlier. He wasn't just some guy that was given some armor and weapons; he knew how to use said arms. His chosen weapons for this scenario was a DLT-20A and a sidearm of Bryar Pistol. He didn't need that much to go through a battle like this one except for at least one trusty gun and his wits. It didn't hurt for him to have a squad of men under him, but that wasn't going to happen. He would do fine by himself, though.