"The gear's fine, I just picked what I liked. I didn't expect anything fancy." he said, ending with a chuckle, "I doubt Salem would know. He's powerful but he's been focused on other things." he finished with that comment, then readied himself.
Rhoujen's senses flickered as [member="Marek Starchaser"] pressed the activation button, and a chill ran up his spine when the turbines activated, and a frown adorned the man's face when the weapons table slid into the floor and the whole room shifted. Even the panel of flooring he was on rose, and he fell to a kneel to maintain stability. Rhoujen's eyes adjusted to the darker light, but not in a normal way. He was surprised to find that he could still see almost clearly. His senses clicked again and he slid off the platform to the side, a blaster bolt sparking where he just was from some distance away. He grabbed one of his pistols from its holster while holding onto the platform with his new arm. It help up well -- nearly perfectly, in fact -- and he used a mixture of his new strength and the Force to throw himself upward in an arc, his ocular implants and Force senses allowing him to spot the offending droid easily. He let off a few shots in the droids direction. A few missed, but the ones that hit made their impact in joint servos, immobilising the droid. The young man then landed on a platform, lucky it was there, though he landed at the edge and lost his footing for a few moments, shifting his weight to pull himself onto the platform properly. Unfortunately, a droid had its sights set on him and it launched a blaster bolt that impacted him in the organic arm. Pain shot through him, but his body reflexively acted with the Force to mend the flesh. In his slight pain-induced daze, a retaliatory shot he fired off missed its mark, and he scrambled to his feet awkwardly.
A silo slid open somewhere in the grounds, and the hum of rocket propulsion filled the air. Between that and the wind, it made it difficult for Rhoujen to hear much of anything, but he still made for better ground. He holstered the pistol to aid in his running, and quickly dashed over platforms and behind walls, avoiding fire by the skin of his arse. His senses flared strongly this time, and he looked out from cover to see a missile -- small, but big enough to be a great threat -- soaring his way. He reached out with the Force using what he'd seen Norongachi do. He focused with his will, not his hands, and slowed the missile before it reached him. It was set on a timer, however, and exploded in the air. He ducked behind his cover, shrapnel and embers flying past him. He took a deep breath, then in that moment he took to rest a grenade clinked into place next to him. He swore, then dove too late. He was thrown by the grenade. Its concussive force gave him a flashback of Naboo, and that triggered a stroke of defiance in him. He controlled the air particles around him, and corrected his orientation. From there, he let himself drop down onto a droid, who felt the impact of his metallic elbow into its neck joint. The head severed, and Rhoujen took its blaster rifle. It only had a few shots left in the battery pack though. Likely expendable surplus they had laying around or got from the ASA. That bode both good and ill. On the plus side, the droids had limited ammunition. On the negative, this rifle was only going to be useful for so long. He'd have to make every shot count.
Rhoujen went to move, but his platform was immediately destroyed by a tank. He managed to escape the blast by forcing himself downward, then he rolled to get out of the way of the vehicle's line of sight. He sighed heavily, and looked to his right to see a battle droid staring him down. Despite its programming, it seemed confused, and Rhoujen took that opportunity to punch it square in the throat section with his cybernetic fist. Empowered with a dose of telekinesis, the droid's construction stood no chance, and he ripped the head off and threw it out as a decoy. Repeater fire from the tank showered the head, and Rhoujen lofted a brow. He shook his head and made for the more close-quarter sections of the arena. His hunch paid off, and the area was so dense that the tank couldn't track him. This area also made the best use of his arm and knives, and the droids he met didn't last long. That was, until a more brutish droid came along and blocked his progress at a dead stop. The hulk-like droid swung a heavy arm, and Rhoujen narrowly ducked the blow. Quickly spotting a weakness, the young man slid underneath and jammed a knife between the droid's pelvic and leg socket, then used the structural weakness to rip the leg off using the Force. With a flick of his eyes, the leg spun around and shoved back up the socket in reverse direction. The taper of the leg caused it to jam into the unit's chest core and disable it. The area was large enough, however, for the tank to regain line of sight and let off a shot. The blast missed Rhoujen, but sprayed him with super-heated shrapnel. He blocked with his metal arm, but still suffered a few facial burns. He dove for cover, and was launched by yet another blast. He skidded to a halt, safe, but bruised.
He needed to find his bearings. From down here, he couldn't tell where he was at all, so he made his way back up. Or at least, he thought he was. There was nowhere nearby for him to climb up. That didn't really serve a problem, given he could just Force jump up, so he did. He was immediately assaulted with blasterfire as he landed upon a platform, and he blazed through the area. Energy intertwined with his musculature, and he moved faster, outrunning the reaction time of the droids. He dove and slid into cover, toward another droid. His foot cracked into its knee join and it knelt, he quick-drew his pistol, and he shot it through the head. Twice. He holstered the pistol and went to grab the sniper rifle only to realise it'd been knocked off in the many blasts he'd suffered. His assault rifle was still attached, however, so he grabbed that and looked down the sights. He frowned as he couldn't see very far. Then his ocular implants sensed his desire to see further and they zoomed in, focused, and zoomed again. After the image focused twice, he could see the mark for the goal zone about halfway down the arena. That was good. At least he was making progress. He let off a few bursts of fire at clusters of droids. With his improved sight and Force senses, they stood little chance and were knocked down by his bullets. He gave a satisfied huff and slipped back into the cover. He followed a corridor and, surprise surprise, discovered a rocket launcher. It only had one shot, though, so he strapped it over his shoulders so it wouldn't go anywhere and kept going. Just in case that tank showed up again. He kept going through the corridors, battling with every droid along the way, and spraying down a few that took him by surprise. He swiftly made progress through this side-tunnel, and when he was brought back into the open he was ready and aimed. He used controlled bursts to down his opponents, clearing the area easily. That's when he spotted the tank, barrel aimed at him, and before he could react a shell burst before him. He shielded himself vitally from the blast, but he still suffered a few facial burns, and he wasn't prepared for the following drop. He landed, hard, onto the floor below, and managed to curl into a ball to keep from being crushed entirely by the debris. The Force aided him in this, and he managed to suffer only a small beat-up that didn't sway his determination. That driven to a fault quality of his. A second shell sailed toward him, but this one wasn't as devastating. He sensed it, and dove out of the way, using fallen debris as a chest-high wall to block the blast. He managed a moment to get his rocket launcher off his back, and stood quickly, without taking the time to properly aim, and shot the rocket off. The rocket sailed to the right of the tank, missing the vehicle, but Rhoujen wouldn't accept the failure. He wrenched it with the Force, slammed it into the bulk of the tank, and as it fired he kicked at the air and the shell was force-fed back into the tank barrel. Between the two explosives, the vehicle burst into a ball of flame. Rhoujen, left only with his pistol and knives, drew the small firearm and snapped off shots at the droids that came out of the nearby corridors. One shot, one kill, every time. Reload. Again.
He inexorably made his way through the field, before he paused to pick up a blaster from a nearby droid corpse. New weapon in hand, he continued his steady progress forward. The goal marker was growing nearer, and the droid body count was rising with each second. Before he reached the next threshold from victory, another wave of droids like a swarm seemingly came from the walls, and another missile launch could be heard from behind him. He was forced into cover, shooting as he went, but taking a few hits in the process. His new arm was scorched in a few places and had a slight grinding feeling to it when it moved, and his cheek had a new burn from a blaster. The missile launched then, while he held off droids, and he managed to hold them back and change position before it blasted where he had just been and threw him against a corridor wall. The swarm was melted by the blast, but he still had problems. There were more closing in, and he had to get up. He went to move, but a shell shock had him in a daze. He fought through it, though, and it faded before more droids arrived, but he hadn't had the time to escape. The droids were no match though. Despite his blaster being out of ammunition, and his pistol too slow to deal with these droids, the Force was his tool. He launched a wave of kinetic energy that tore through the corridor. It rippled the walls and compacted the droids against each other, breaking the far wall and leaving a gaping hole straight to the goal marker. The structure began to shake, then.
Suddenly panicked in his victory, Rhoujen sprinted to get out of the corridor. This prefabricated building's stability had been compromised, and it was about to come crashing down. He bolted, forgetting the Force in his flight, and barely made it out as dust and debris burst out behind him. Coughing and wheezing from the dust, he walked forward. Twenty feet. More droids. The young man wondered if they knew how to quit, and he drew his pistol and let off shots at them. In the dust, his bullets weren't very effective, and without visibility for accuracy they glanced off armour plating. Still, the dust gave him an idea, he focused his energy and punched the ground. His sudden kneel sent blaster bolts crisscrossing over him, and with no visual, the droids were clueless as they shot one another down. He drew pressure from above and settled the dust again. The field was clear. He continued his final walk. Ten feet, and yet more droids came at him. He was growing irate now, and shot them off with ease, seeing them more as pests despite the few blaster shots he took. They impacted his chest, so he felt the impact and heat, but suffered no burns. Pressing on, he made another five feet, then took the final steps and reached his goal. He let his pistol drop, and he took a deep breath. His shoulders dropped from their tense state and he felt relieved. He'd won. He was exploded, battered, shot, and burned, but he won.
