Mugging a Mandalorian

[Nawd]

Nawd slumped against a large dumpster in one of the many alleyways of the underworld of Corusaunt. He was exghausted, his gash was getting worse- the skin and flesh around it had become blackened, and he'd felt sick for hours- and he hadn't eaten in four days. He had no idea, where he was, or how to get back to his shelter, the Coruscanti police had chased him for hours yesterday. For all he knew, he could be halfway across the planet by now. The Cragmoloid alien turned his head to face the mouth of the alleyway, watching for anyone that walked by. Prehaps someone would be carrying food, or at least credits... With credits I could buy food, maybe even medicine... He'd left the credits he gathered from those slavers back at his shelter. Yes, that's all I needed now... credits. Nawd pushed himself to his feet, pushing down a groan of pain as his gash practically screamed. Keeping his right arm down, protecting his injured side, he limped towards the mouth of the alleyway. It was only a matter of time, before someone walked by... all he needed was credits. Yes, credits would solve everything.

A man in green armor was walking his way. Nawd backed up in to the shadows of the alleyway, as not to be seen. Armor means bounty hunter, bounty hunter means credits... Yes, he'll have credits.... The elephantine alien crouched with a grunt of pain, grabbing a small discarded pipe from the piles of trash that littered the alleyway. Here he came... hopefully the pipe would get through his armor... He'll have credits, credits meaned food... As the green armored man got close enough, Nawd lurched forwards with a thundering bellow, and swung the metal pipe into the faceplate of the armored man. He had no idea that he had just started a fight that he couldn't possibly win.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Nawd"]

The large Cragmoloid attacked the mandalorian, with a rusted metal pipe, this was not so smart. Skosk was wearing Beskar armor, Beskar material was immune to not only light sabers, but most blasters, and melee weapons. While nawd was extremely huge, and bulky, compared to the zabrak, his enemy was not as muscular as him. Then again, not many where, for kark sake even in his heavy armor, many could still see how monstrous he was. On the other hand, the strike may not have hurt him, but it made him stumble a few feet. While this may not have hurt him as much, it allowed for his enemy to see two major weaknesses in his armor. The first being his display of his massive, biceps, triceps, and forearms, while this gave him a very intimidating look, but he simply had no protection there. Next, the brutes second weakness was his lower back, it was compltley unprotected, while this was bad, the rest of his area's where protected. The athlete decided to twist around, in order to face his opponent, they both where big, this would be a clash of strength, something he had on his side. The soldier of fortune, suddenly, attacked! He slid with his right leg underneath the huge elephant, in an attempt to grab his legs, if he grabbed the adversaries legs, he would lift his opponent up, and smash him to the ground. The timing just had to be right, if Skosk was slightly less explosive, while he would be able to grab the legs most likely, it would take him another attack just to lift. Which may be very hard, even for a tough mountain of muscle, that he is.

 

[Nawd]

[member="Skosk Fett"]

Nawd was plenty suprised when the mandalorian didn't fall from his hit. What the kriff is that armor made of?! The mandalorian most likely noticed that his large attacker was sheltering his right side, keeping his massive arm over it protectivly. His left arm, though, was already in motion as the mandalorian turned- swinging to slam the mandalorian to the ground. The large cragmaloid was outmanuvered, though, when the green-armored zabrak slid under him, and tried to lift his legs. Sadly for the mandalorian, though, the elphantine alien weighed nearly a ton. The most he accomplished by trying to lift Nawd was causing the injured mugger to stagger back a few steps, to avoid being tripped by the armored man. Nawd swung his arms to gain his balance- showing the mandalorian for a brief second where blood and pus had leaked in to his ratty shirt, at his right side. Although the alien quickly moved his right arm protectivly over his side again, groaning with pain as he had to stress his right side. "Now ya'r gunna' die!" The Cragmoloid charged forwards, ready to simply plow over his oppenant with his sheer bulk.

 

[Skosk Fett]

Barely being able to pick his opponent up, Skosk was frustrated, all it did was make his foe stagger backwards. A new strategy was needed, while he was strong, his opponent must have at least weighed a ton, suddenly something felt different, his muscles were more tense. They felt more powerful, His T visor peered over a weakness that was easily shown by his opponent.The mercenary's instinct's allowed him to measure the situation, quickly, and correctly. In, the body builders perspective, his right LAT muscle seemed to be injured. Good, one thing that was learned during his time as a galactic, five time, champion wrestler, was size did not matter. Especially, since being a heavy weight meant , you had no maximum standards that one had to weigh to, while the heavier opponent was harder to move. As long as one had gotten lower, in any dog fight situation, that combatant would win, the wrestler had staggered his legs like in many matches before his new life. His right leg being forward, and his left leg being lined up right with his hips, the brute squatted down, getting lower then the intruder who tried to run him over. The mandalorians arms were crossed in an X, this was a basic defense technique he learned when he trained with his brethren. It had helped for any impact someone was about to feel from a strike, combined with his stance, it would be enough not to necessarily destroy his opponent, but to have them in a stalemate position, standing up.

 

[Nawd]

Nawd was even more suprised this time, no one had ever lasted this long when Nawd attacked them. And this armored guy was good. Nawd stepped backwards, making distance from the mandalorian, and growled under his breath. "Y'ar gunna' die, buddy... 'Der goin' ta' find ya' under a rock, where ya' belong!" As he finished his sentance, the Cragmoloid lowered his head, and ran forwards. Nwd had been known to smash through walls like this- a ton of angry cragmoloid charging towards, using his incredibly thick skull as a powerful battering ram. He just hoped that this got through the Mandalorian's armor... If it didn't this was going to be a headache.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Nawd"]

The mandalorian wondered, why was the beast not attacking his arms? They where an obvious striking point, this fight was longer then expected, his opponent could see that the zabrak had massive amounts of endurance, and energy. A hard thing to face for his foes, but a great ally that was combined with his strength. It seemed, this time he was going to be damaged, the rare creature led with his head, it hit the left forearm, hard , it was held out in front of the other in the X for impact. But, the difference between the two's positions where obvious, his foe shifted all his weight forward in an attempt to knock, the brute on his but. While on the other hand, Skosk had shifted his weight toward the center, this helped keep him stable from the hit, while allowing him to counter with ease. The mercenary's core had done it's job, but at the price of his forearm, it was sorely bruised, which one would expect from all the power and weight, now it was slower, and more vulnerable, for another attack. The same could be said for the connecting trap muscle, it too was strained, making the left side, slightly vulnerable now, and slower.

Skosk, moved three feet backwards before no more ground was gained, the giants battled, without further due, he countered. This was done by using his opponents body shift against him, and the wrestlers own weight to his advantage, the tank sprawled. First, with both of his arms, he uncrossed the X, and let the attacker fall from all of the forward weight. After this, muscle bound monster fell right on top of his opponent, his T- visor hitting the center of his back. His enemy would be pinned, but there was one counter that could be seen, the champion was trying to under hook the elephants arm's. If Nawd so desired, he could grab the armpits, this would stop the defenders attempt to compltley trap him. Regardless the impact would hurt, badly for the mugger, just as badly as it did for the Fett.

 

[Nawd]

Ignore this

 

[Skosk Fett]

(OCC: Could you specify, where you are pushing my arms? What will the other person's purpose be, I do not like getting tag teamed, but if I have to I will)

 

[Nawd]

(OOC: I thought you were hooking your arms around mine. So I pressed my arms against my sides, so that your arms are ipnned between my arms and my sides. Then I jerked forwards, to rip your arms. Ofc, I don't expect you to lose your arms. And I don't know, he asked to join. His character dosen't know mine, so if he got involved in the fight it would more then likely be 1v1v1 then 2v1.)

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Nawd"]

(OOC:

I would like to say a couple things before we continue. First, as you know I believe in compromise to make a good story, so far I like what I see, we are both being respectful. Next, how exactly would you prefer to lose, since this is what we agreed on, there are a couple of options. First, I never really specified how I hooked your arm, hence why the couple of options.......

If I did an over hook, my arms would be over you, and wrapped around the outside, you could then do the move specified, but it would not necessarily mean you could escape. This might actually help me in that regard, because it helps my arms get deeper wrapped around, increasing my hold against you. It would help you go underneath me, but your arms would be trapped, causing a stalemate on both parties. As a wrestler, many people thought this was there salvation in order to escape me in real life, when indeed it just screws us both over. Because, your head would compltley be on the cement, while my toes would barely keep me in balance.

The second option is if I had an under hook, in which my arms would wrap around, and hook them from underneath the armpit. If you jerked forward, your arms would be above your head, in an even worse position. Also making it to where your head would be in my sensitive area, with this in mind you are pinned down. While I am not trying to be a troll, and im not trying to be a GM, this is what would happen, there would be little to no escape from this.


Another option would be, if your comfortable, you would have the ability to roll, allowing you to use your weight in order for me to let go of the hold. this would also knock the wind out of me. But it would leave your weak area open, I honestly love this duel because of the possibilities, you could frusterate the crude out of me with a tie to where I turn to punching, or you could knock the wind out of me. I am giving you these options to be fair, im not trying to control you, but make the role play a bit more realistic, thank you for understanding.

What is this guys name? )

 

[Nawd]

[[OOC: Third option sounds best, tbh. I'm enjoying this as well, although it's my first duel. Am I taking enough hits? I'm trying not to be overpowerd while at the same time taking in to account that i'm a 9 foot tall berserker monster that weighs a ton, and is stronger than a wookiee.

The person in question is Ballen-Ist, a sith. As corusaunt is currently a Sith world, it would make plenty of sense for him to show up here. He'd more then likely break up the fight more then actually join it.]]]

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

(OOC: Third option it is, and your doing a great job, here's a rule of thumb. Compromise is key, talk about what you both want, out of the fight, say if you wanted to win. No matter what you would win, but in return, I deserve to at least get something out of the fight, whether it be an injury , or thievery of an item. The possibilities could range, I get this because I agreed to lose for story value, so a good tip would be talk to your opponent like I did, to see what you both want. Me losing was just an example, while I am still winning, I would like to ask, how exactly would you like to damage me? Perhaps I struggle from your weight when you roll? I am very fine with him joining in, I would very much like to fight him actually if this is ok. Also, could you edit your post then to reflect this ?)

 

[Nawd]

As the mandalorian seized his arms, Nawd pushed himself back. Cragmoloids are massive, and Nawd- a smallish Cragmoloid- weighed nearly a ton. His strategy was to completely crush his armored oppenant. With his arms locked around Nawd's, there was no way he could dive compltetly out of the way in time. The Cragmoloid bellowed in pain as pressure was applied on his injuried side due to his bodyslamming the mandalorian. Hopefully, he would beat him soon...

[[OOC: Take whatever injury you like, prehaps you dive out of the way partially, but I land on your leg? Ps. I called Ballen.]]

[member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

The mandalorian's vulnerable left arm was rolled on, the lock was let go of, out of anger he was frustrated. How could the brute, after trapping him, lose the grip he had? No matter, his left arm was sprained, stunned, from all the weight, this injury would take two days to heal at most. The brute decided to attempt to, wrap his right leg around the Cragmoloid's right arm. If this happened, he would extend downward towards him, dislocating his enemies shoulder, this would also expose his weakness to the air, allowing for his enemy to bleed out faster. The athlete asked " Do you honestly think you can win?.", pausing before speaking again, "I have fought thirty enemies at once, for three hours straight. Just to defend my ship, while you are big, you target weaklings, not someone who is, and will kill you just to defend ones honor. I am a mandalorian, now I will let you go if you back down, if not ,ill let you bleed out." . The offer was simple, would the mugger take it? Or would he die?

(OOC: I know I am godmodding a bit, because I automatically scored a hit, so if you want me to edit this. I can for you, I could not take the leg damage simply because my legs would not likely hit your body, they would be opposite of yours. )

[member="Nawd"]

 

[Nawd]

The Cragmoloid was again gripped by the mandalorian, making a trumpeting sound through his trunk as his arm was dislocated, followed by a roar of pain and rage. Most sapients would give up at this point. But, Cragmoloids are not known for surrendering. They are known to, in similer fashion to Wookiees, pummel their oppenants in to mulch, and then stomp on the mulch. The further injury only further enraged Nawd, but he was getting tired. He couldn't fight for much longer. The Cragmoloid relaxed his muscles, his arm still screaming in pain, and said through ragged breaths: "I... I give up...."

[member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Coruscant was a changed planet, the last time he had been on it's surface, it was in the Republic's rule. Was it? He didn't really care, all that mattered now that it is was ruled by the Sith. It strange to have such feelings, for the boy himself felt slightly betrayed, sometimes finding himself not even following his own Sith ways. The fight had gone on long enough, a large audience having already surrounded the duo that fought out front of the alleyway. Along the street, a squad of storm troopers would advance on the battling foes, watching as [member="Skosk Fett"] seemed to deliver a finishing blow. The soldiers who wore their clad white armor would begin to circle around [member="Nawd"] and the Mandalorian, raising their military issued blaster rifles, pointing the barrel at their bodies.

Though, they would shoot, a cloaked figure would emerge, parting the soldiers that had formed secured the area. Stepping forward, the boy's black gloved hand would aim forward, his open palm aiming directly at the large Mandalorian brute. The man was massive, Ballen-Ist had never faced a warrior like this. Admiring the powerful armor the Mandalorian wore, Ballen-Ist would remain calm and confident, exerting his force energy in order to fuse with the force that surrounded everything. In doing so, a tight telekinesis grip would surge forward at Skosk's neck, aiming to wrap around and bind the pipes within his flesh. The choke hold would not prove to be fatal, it would only attempt to force him to his knees. "What is going on here?" The pure blood's youthful voice would question, releasing his grip on the man's oxygen supply.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
Angry at being chocked, he felt suffocated, this was a good time for the elephant brute to run away, the zabrak spoke " The creature attempted to defeat me for money, your kind knows well what happens next. " . The mandalorian was angry that he was choked, it may have been meant to draw his attention, but now that he was free. He would show the sith that it was not smart to attempt to man handle him, only Skosk did this. Without further due, he charged at his new enemy, with pure explosive, and athletic movement. If the giant was not force pushed first, and the charge connected, the sith would be flat on his rear end. The storm troopers in the background would inevitably fire at him, so what, he had Beskar armor on, it would absorb, in most areas, the blasts.

 

[Nawd]

Nawd fell to his knees as he was dropped from the hold. His injured side screamed in pain, as did his arm, and adreniline was leaving his body. The Cragmoloid looked up around the stormtroopers that surrounded him. They'd take him to the Coruscnati police, no doubt... And he'd me going to an imperial prison. The cragmoloid collapsed face down on the ground. He didn't know who the new red-skinned alien, or how he did what he did... He held the armored man back without even touching him? It didn't matter anymore, anyway... he couldn't fight back. And those were his last thoughts before succumbing to unconciousness.

[OOC: I'm pretty badly injured from both past injuries, and injuries from fighting Skosk, that's why I rped going unconcious.]
[member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist hadn't let out his anger in a long time, it would be nice to show off in front of his soldiers. Lifting an arm, he would waver it backwards, motioning for the storm troopers to back up, forming a rectangular like arena for the two to fight as they blocked both sides, six on each. They would stand on guard, keeping their "trained" eyes on the large Mandalorian brute who began to get up. The choke hold had been successful, having forced the man to the ground as the young boy had planned. Though, feelings of anger and hatred basically emanated off of the warrior as he stood to his feet, Ballen-Ist inhaling deeply, seeming to feed off of it. Closing his eyes only for a brief moment, the boy would allow images of his greatest fears flood into his mind, allowing with other feelings of hate, projected towards others in his life that had held him back. A strange, dark crimson mist would begin to leak off the boy's body, raising up in the area, only to disappear after leaving his immediate area.

The technique of Controlled Rage was a great one, allowing the user to enhance their physical attributes greatly, though at the cost of great pain afterwards. Usually users of this technique would run into a fit of animalistic rage, attacking head on, however this technique was different. The young Sith was in complete control of his mind, keeping his sanity as he opened his eyes, watching the massive brute charge slowly at him. Utilizing his small frame and enhanced speed, the young Sith would aim to outmaneuver the large Mandalorian as he launched forward, quickly stepping to the side of him. The boy's cloak would billow as the kinetic energy he created became apparent, it's momentum also backing the boy's next move. Both of his arms would shoot forward, aiming to plant against the shining armor firmly. Using all of his natural warrior strength, and the aid of the dark side, he would aim to push the man off balance, using him as a hold to also dart backwards, creating a distance between them.

If this was successful, the cloaked red skinned boy would skid across the concrete on his feet, watching the Mandalorian react.
[member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Nawd"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

The impact was not enough to knock the brute down, but it was quick, the speed was immense. Being a slow brute had its advantages, but the speed was always a pain to fight. With speed being unleashed from the pure explosive movement, the mandalorian was re-directed by the outmaneuvering strike. It was just slightly enough to aim him towards the storm troopers. With a brutal hit, two storm troopers were hit by the massive tank of muscle, they would most likely not be getting up. Such a shame, the zabrak wanted to hit his lucky opponent, not some of his lackeys, this would not just be a physical fight it seemed. Skosk realized this, his left arm was stunned, sprained, his opponent was fresh, and quick, if the athlete knew he would most likely lose this battle considering he had just got out of one. But the least, the angry brute could do, was give a fight, until, there was an opening for an escape. The brute stumbled, in order to regain some balance after wrecking the two beings. The wrestler rotated to his right, with his right arm leading, this was his useable arm. The towering giant was facing his smaller opponent, what would happen?

[member="Ballen-Ist"]