ORC Brawl: Red vs Blue

[Jorus Merrill]

Red Team
[member="Bryce Bantam"]
[member="Kaia Starchaser"]
[member="Mathas Cavyr"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
[member="Ayhia Katar"]

Blue Team
[member="Fabula Caromed"]
[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Simone"]
[member="Vaudin Miir"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Mishel Noren"]

The Bando Gora left behind a sacrificial arena in a remote canyon on Zonju IV. The huge blades still whirled, slower and duller than they used to be. An impact might mean broken bones, but not instant death.

In the stands, where the reaver lords once presided over bloodshed, Jorus and a few dozen friends and locals presided over the popcorn machine. An enterprising Toydarian brotherhood was taking bets. A futzing holosign as big as an X-wing displayed images of the competitors. Someone had brought a keg.

The sand rumbled. The huge propellor-like blade began to spin in the middle of the arena. A cheerful cheer rose from maybe a hundred throats. Hooch and popcorn flowed like water.

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RULES: Don't worry too much about posting order, especially if you pair up with someone from the other team. No weapons except sticks (staff, club, your call). Force is fine within reason. Best team wins.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]


Vuadin Miir wasn't the type to jump in a ring for just any old reason. Truth be told he wasn't one to jump into a ring at all, but then a lot had changed recently. For one he had mostly, sorta kinda quit drinking...heavily, and two he had just found himself married to [member="Joza Perl"]. Neither of those things were really in his character a few years ago, so the Iktotchi had to wonder what else he could do other than fly around and make trouble. He had entered a little brawl, for the fun of it mostly, but he would be lying if he said he was all to excited about some young buck punching him in the face.

His hand had set well and a good lookin after by the med droids had healed him up good but he was pretty sure if he hit something wrong he would be regretting it. This, was just for fun, and good entertainment, something the folks that worked hard for the Rim, and the way Vaudin saw it they deserved a good spectacle now and then. He got himself up and headed out into the ring. That big dull blade in the middle was going to be a problem but he figured he could avoid it well enough. It was't like it was hard to see.

He walked out quiet and lifted a hand to wave at the folks in the stands. Friends, most of 'em, and a good bacth of locals he was pretty sure had no clue who the heck he was. He held a pair of Kathol Kali sticks in his hands, simple wooden things, they wouldn't do much more than bruise unless he really made a mistake and hit the wrong person in the wrong place. He hadn't used something like this since the Vagrant Fleet but he figured it was like riding a speeder bike. He hoped he was right.

 

[Simone]

Sometimes, Simone had to step back from the moment and question her decisions...today was one of those times. She wanted to say when someone had suggested she entered she'd misheard the term brawl and 'ball'...but that would be a lie. She'd been testing her hand against lowlifes and criminals on Nar Shadda and numerous other underworlds. The fights were dirty, bloody and kept her on her toes, but when it came down to it, the last time she went toe to toe with anyone properly was during her Echani combat training.

She tested the staff in her hand, passing it from one to the other, slicing it through the air to get a true feel for its weight and response. The distant rumble of the crowd made her hair rise on the back of her neck. She drew in a deep breath, rolled the tension out of her shoulders and moved from the dark entrance way into the arena, eyeing the blade with a begrudging look. Feth that thing was gonna hurt.

"Let's begin." The words brought a smile to her face as the recording device clicked in acknowledgement in her ear. Hell if she lost, she'd still make some money selling a personal point of view to people.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Someone had brought a keg.

Of course he'd brought a keg. He knew exactly what his customer base in the Kathol Outback consisted of.

He had an Ebla keg that was tapped at present, with a couple of Adumari in the Queen if the Ebla ran out. And, of course, just a teeny, tiny little mark-up on the price. He'd cobbled together a step stool for himself out of some broken up palettes, the small Anzat hawking the overpriced beer from behind a make-shift concession counter -- like the college version of a kid's lemonade stand.

He was also running the bets on the down low.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

This was going to be a perfect chance for her. Kaia had been wanting to reconstruct some of her own weapons. She had been studying some of the older Nightstalkers, the assault/infiltration teams from the Dawn Treader, her home ship. One of them that she had been learning from was a fan of a the saberstaff. For the little sparring match that the Coalition was putting on, she had selected a staff, without the added threat of being a lightsaber. See how fast she could knock herself out with this. It wasn’t that Kaia didn’t know how to handle a melee weapon, no, not that at all. She was just focusing more on ranged weaponry since meeting with Khal again, and hitting up more Gray Paladin in her travels.

But rules were rules.

She made her way into the arena, looking around for more people that were on the red team? Right… She spun the staff and held it under her right arm before getting herself into the ring. Tanktop and workout pants, as opposed to the normal armor. She was ready for this though, the girl knew what she was doing, but… well, a lot of targets. She paced, uneasily.

 

[Ayhia Katar]

Ayhia was not usually someone to join into something like an arena brawl, mostly cause she was often was fighting civilians and it was unfair for her to do so, but she had been talked into it but the smooth talking organizer. She was a little less concerned about this fight due to it being open to O.R.C in general, meaning they were most likely people with combat ability's. Despite everything she was still a bit worried about outclassing the others and she was not one to go easy on people.​

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"There is no chaos...."​

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Ayhia was stretching in the lockers, trying to remove all stiffness before the fight while trying to balance her emotions. She was wearing a padded jumpsuit that would protect her major organs from any serious damage, on her shoulder was tied a red band to signify her team. Most would not reconigize what she was wearing as a Old Republic sparing jumpsuit. She had debated suppressing force body ability, which was always active to a degree, but when she found out it was not against the rules decided against it.​

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"There is no light or dark... only shades of gray."​

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Anyone whom heard her might think she was reciting the jedi code, but they would be incorrect. Ayhia had lost faith in the Jedi in the Old Republic era, as their code often let the more minor things become major before they would step in. One such thing had led to the death of her master and mother figure, she had almost turned to the dark side that day.​

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"If you have to ask if your doing the right thing... your not..."​

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Ayhia stood up from her sitting position, she had become a soldier to protect people whom could not protect themselves. In a way the jedi had made her whom she was today, while not directly they had inspired her to take a stand. She walked over to where she had set down her weapons, a staff about the size of a double sided lightsaber and two smaller sticks the size of her usual combat knifes. she picked up the staff and slipped a leather sheath around it and slung it across her back, the smaller ones she picked up, after which she made her way out to the arena. It was packed with shouting people of all type whom had came for one thing, to see a brawl. She made her way to the Red teams side of the arena and sat down cross legged, after all her reservations the crowds enthusiasm did help to reassure her. She would let herself has some fun, that what this entire thing was for right?​

 

[Jak Skirata]

BLUE TEAM

Davin sat in the Red Team room, the old gladiator room still looked like a dungeon and he knew that if he willed it, he would be able to see into the past of this place. Probably bloody and cruel, but not unlike any other gladiator pit, and he'd seen his fair share of them.

When he'd found out there was going to be a team battle featuring some of ORC's best, being the man that he was he couldn't possibly say no. But of course no one told him there was no cosplay and well...Now he felt stupid as he walked into the arena, clad in his traditional Mandalorian gladiator garb. A shield in one hand, a club in the other and a staff strapped across his back. He was ready ready ready for battle...It made his blood boil, especially as he listened to a war chant on his music player.

But....

He could feel the laughter from here.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

#Team Red

The youngish half Zethon walked into the Arena ready for a good fight. While killing was totally against his principals, punching someone into next week was a great "stress" reliever. As he entered the brown sand kicked up around his black boots swirling in the wind created by the blade. Upon his ars was a red kilt with a black native pattern mixed with a more traditional plaid.

Upon his well oiled chest ancient kathol runes we drawn in demons mud. (Obsidian dust from demonsgate) and those runes continued to his face where that ended in tribal war markings. Upon his hands were bantha leather wraps that were tied into crude gauntlets.

He was here to fight, he needed no weapon for he was the weapon. As he entered he began to slap at his chest and thighs chanting an old gatesmen haka.

"I am the one who took the star form the sky and cause the sun to climb! One step forward, then another, we reach for the heavens, the light shines!"

 

[Noah Corek]

Blue Team

Noah sighed as he looked over the selection of weapons in the Blue Team's ready room. There was a lot of good weapons but two things that stood out to him were a short sword and a buckler made of out hard rubber. Picking them up Noah tested their weight before deciding that these would do for the fight. Walking with the sword and shield in hand Noah sighed as he saw the arena he was in. Noah hated these places. Having served with the Protectorate during the waning years of the Bando Gora War Noah had liberated more than a few places like this where grizzly scenes had taken place.

But now here Noah was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and a pair of cargo pants. Unlike most times Noah engaged in combat he was almost devoid of armor except for his right arm. This served more than one purpose, one was because Noah was right arm dominant and that he was the arm he needed the most protection and two Noah had switched over his whipcord and flamethrower from his left to his right exactly for this occasion. Of course he had removed the battery that electrified the whipcord and had filled the flamethrower reservoir with water instead of fuel and disabled the pilot light that would light said fuel. Looking up at the people Noah chuckled. This was gonna be fun.

 

[Darth Chagrin]

Red Team

When smugglers fought, they would usually be shooting blasters. If not, they would be using sucker punches, blaster whips and dirty kicks. Today, however, Mathas was expected to engage in a fair arena melee fight, conditions he couldn't remember ever being in during his entire life as a smuggler. It was only a match for fun, but he considered his abilities carefully. A middle-aged human — he didn't move quite as fast as he used to — without the gift of the Force, which he was sure some bastard was going to have, he was sure he was fighting an uphill battle here. Still, he wasn't out until he was out, and he had it in him to endure a fair bit. He'd probably need to, anyway.

Walking into the arena with a quarterstaff in hand, Mathas took in the crowds and the competition. These were probably some of the best fighters in the Outer Rim Coalition, and this looked to be a fairly demanding, though energetic, crowd as well. Then he looked at the rotating blades at the centre of the arena. Dulled and slowed as they were, they still weren't something he fancied coming into contact with. Mathas took another good look at the other people who would be fighting, then allowed himself to relax with a slight exhale and small grin. No need to be too worked up over any of this. It was all just for fun, wasn't it?

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Blue Team

Not unlike a hungry shark, at times Fabula seemed to be able to sense when a fight was brewing nearby. "Nearby," of course, was highly subjective on the rim, but Zonju was close enough to Redshift Station that she was still in the neighborhood for the call to go out. Well. "Call." A friend had dropped her a message explaining that there was violence to be had, and she'd gone to where the opportunity to cut loose presented itself. Much like most Outer Rim planets, it wasn't difficult to find a place to land her Pilgrim. Much like most Outer Rim planets, the entire population seemed heavily concentrated in just a couple of square kilometers. And much like most Outer Rim planets, it was about to be soaked in blood because somebody got their dander up.

Fabula's dander was already rising, just from the anticipation. She arrived later than most and pulled off her coat to leave at the door with her lightsaber, datapad, commlink, and...well, that was basically all she owned. A simple white top that almost comically failed to contain her equally-comically exaggerated figure was all that stood between her and incoming blaster fire now, but that wasn't an issue. No blasters, right? No need to worry.

The dust was already full of people sporting red or blue bands. Fabula tied her own around one firm bicep and wandered out onto the pitch. Her pallid flesh might as well have been a beacon amid the rust and dirt. She stopped exactly shy of the giant blade and watched it whoosh by her face, less than a meter from her nose.

Gauge speed, weight, stopping power. They said it shouldn't have an edge - use that to your advantage. It was moving faster than most people ran, at least at the edges. The rust and the wrath of time had likely reduced its original mass by a lot, but it was still heavy enough that it'd likely crack some bones if she didn't harden her skin on impact. And considering the idea of this brawl was to keep everything as simple as possible, Soft to Solid was likely a little advanced.

Plus, it'd give her an unfair advantage over the squishy, unarmored meat-people around her, and where was the fun in that?

Fabula stood at an easy, relaxed stance and waited for the battle to begin...or, more likely, waited for the blade to come around once more.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Red Team
[member="Bryce Bantam"]
[member="Kaia Starchaser"]
[member="Mathas Cavyr"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
[member="Ayhia Katar"]

Blue Team
[member="Fabula Caromed"]
[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Simone"]
[member="Vaudin Miir"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Mishel Noren"]

Spectators
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

As Bryce's haka came to a crescendo, Jorus stood. This far up in the terraced stone seats, he had a decent view of the whole affair, and it was clear that all competitors were ready to go - or close enough. Jorus drew a pistol, gauged a vector that wouldn't put a slug anywhere near habitation, and fired into the air. The thunderclap of a fifty-caliber Tenloss Ambassador revolver was an unmistakable sound, and the arena had great acoustics for this kind of thing.

Helpfully, a small droid stopped holding up a red landing light, and held up a green one instead.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Red Team


Vorhi Alestrani restrained a smirk. He wore a red blind-fold and matching arm-wraps, not that he could actually see the colors himself. Still, this appeared to be a good fight. Contenders from various parts of the ORC were here, to show off and match up. He'd decided that shirtless and a simple pair of silk pants would be sufficient. After all, no sense wearing the full arsenal when everyone was going in only somewhat armed. Big pit with a giant spinning blade, but the thing was dull--he could probably catch it if he had too. Probably. Or, he could...hmmm.


He "looked" towards his opponents before the signals changed. Three women, three men, mostly humanoid, mild force auras, all quite trained and honed. Good. He didn't feel like giving lessons to reckless youths today. Well, not yet, anyhow. The question was who to pick first. Who looked like fun? Or, better yet, who was crazy enough to keep up? Well, one way to find out.


He noted the rhythm of the blade and did the dumbest thing possible. He jumped on the flat of it. Not sharp, not very risky, just a very large, very fast piece of metal.


"Greeeetings!" He mustered out on a swing of the blade.


"I loooook...." another spin, the hat flying into the crowd as the audience cheered.


"Fooooooorwaaaaaaaard....." another spin, hanging on with one hand ad waving cheerily.


"To thiiiis!!" he said as he flew off the blade, which was like flying off the handle, but more risky. And hilarious. He went flying towards the opposing team, one fist extended to throw a punch at whatever person decided to to get in front him. Because this was hilarious. After all, what was more fun than taking the initiative? Oh, right. Not killing yourself on landing. Well, her'es to hoping a good landing could work out.


[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Mishel Noren"]
[member="Vaudin Miir"]
[member="Simone"]


(OOC: one flying monk punch, because how could I not do it?)

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Blue Team.

Mishel always wondered how she got herself into these sort of situations. Spinning blade of doom and a bunch of people lined up around it, she got a good look at the crowd and just wondered what her siblings would think. Most probably wouldn't have even bothered with a backwater place like this, which made it perfect. Admittedly she looked down at the blue armband on her wrist. Some chanted, others made bold statements and others still quietly prepared for the battle and when the blades started spinning, she slid on a ring of force nullification. She didn't want to rely on her force powers for far too long they had become a crutch. What was the point of this journey if she just slipped back into old habits, and so she took off her maroon jacket that had been dusted and greased upon entry into ORC territory. The First Order Emblem was scratched and held spots of blood on it but still it looked good she thought. The brunette set it down she gestured to a few spectators for them to watch the jacket for her as she, of course, would want it back.

A plain gray shirt hung just over those empty holsters, lightsaber and pistol were left behind in a locker somewhere. Black combat pants and boots finished off her outfit the teenager ran her hand through greased slicked hair. Part of her shuddered in disgust dying to slip into a shower with a proper filter. Seiger sakes she'd been spoiled by the First Order's luxuries the other part of her thought. As she gave the room a once over her eyes caught [member="Fabula Caromed"]'s biceps, and before she had time to really react there was the unmistakable sound of a revolver in the air that sent vivid memories of Skor and Mustafar through her mind. [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] was on top of the spinning blade of doom.

Huh, well this wasn't going to go as planned - if she had a plan for this.

Ah, kark.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_320mRqS6w[/media]

The teenage renaway reacted by instinct in getting out of the way, hope I charged my neurotransponder or this is going to get awkward really fast. The Ren wasn't nearly as fast as she thought or hoped she'd be. Mishel caught part of the one-punch man's charge and landed hard against the sand body slid across leaving a billowing cloud of sandy dust in her wake. Ow. That was definitely going to leave a mark she thought to herself a hand holding her side where she caught the charge.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Ayhia Katar"] | [member="Mathas Cavyr"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Staff. A staff was fun. And it was in line with her weapon that she was working towards, the saber staff. Kaia grinned to herself as she twirled it in her hand for a moment before stepping into the thunder dome arena. She was a Jedi, like her father, sort of. But definitely, she was a Warden of the Sky. That was what she really was, someone who worried more about travel than combat. She could handle anyone if she was in a ship, but here? It was a good thing it was a group of friends here.

Right?

She looked around, and spun the staff again. Grinning she saw Vohri, the… he was blind, wasn’t he? Guy, doing his thing… The blade. That was going to become an issue. The dark haired Starchaser was watching everyone around her, she wasn’t going to move in first. She needed someone else to engage, but she was walking on the balls of her feet, she was ready.

Red Team

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Blue Team

Ugh. Of course he took her idea. Now Fabs would just look unoriginal if she did that.

As the monk she'd encountered on Redshift Station did his thing, Fabula pointedly ignored him. The two of them could get locked in a duel for hours and neither would be sated. There were other people she needed to see to. Her eyes scanned the other end of the arena, picked out a choice target - some topless, kilted guy who was chanting at the heavens. She wasn't going to begrudge another warrior his traditions; if Fabula had felt properly patriotic, she'd likely be screaming some ancient Paecean war cry.

As the Miraluka flew off the blade, Fabula dipped down for a moment and tensed her muscles, taking a deep breath. The air was much thicker with life here than it had been on Redshift, which made the fire in her lungs feel even hotter. As she exhaled, she struck that scorching hot anvil of Force with the hammer of her will, sending tempered energy flying into her extremities. Addiction sated. Her body felt tingly with sheer, unadulterated power, having shaped the Force into the form of every inch of her body.

All while ducking under a blunted propeller. The moment it passed her head, Fabula took a runner's pose and sprinted for the center. Her body sung with the essence of all things, lending her enough speed to reach the axle within scant breaths. As she did, she extended a hand to repel herself off one side. Combined with a powerful kick off the ground, she flung her body into a quick flip onto the center axle of the blade...then sprinted across it as it passed towards the red team. The balancing was a bit tricky, of course, due to the spiral movement combined with the rush of wind pressing against her.

She pressed back harder.

Right at the edge of the blade, Fabula planted both feet and once again brutally kicked off into a leap, bending the massive chunk of metal not a small bit and sending her hurtling towards [member="Bryce Bantam"]. In midair she twisted her body into a corkscrew, lending momentum to a monstrous flying kick. Both feet forward, like she was going to be stamping into solid ground. Fast, aggressive, brutal opening. Not a lot of room to protect herself in the air, but not a lot of time to be attacked as she rocketed towards her target.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Mishel Noren"]


[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKRpAECFSzc[/youtube]


Vorhi connected and bounced back, recoil sending back a foot as the woman flew away further. Had to love the transfer of momentum. He looked at his opponent. She was a youngling, but intense. She was holding back her aura. Restraining herself. He'd have to do the same. After all, would't do to break some kid's back in a friendly competition. He smirked. Her aura was dark, but it was bit deviated from the run of the mill Sith. Incantations, foci, religion, her whole energy seemed...ensorcelled, bound by something else. Interesting. He nodded. "Come now, I'm sure you've got more than one hit in you," the monk said with a smile. "My name's Vorhi," he said with a nod.


He held his hands up in a loose guard. Mynock stance. Good for flipping about like a fool. His form, his technique, his movements, were soft, placid, relaxed. Not that he wasn't focusing on the fight, but instead, he felt like the right way to play this was loose. Soft to counter intensity. Of course he could be wrong. But wrong just meant soemthign new to learn.

 

[Simone]

Blue Team

Simone watched the displays of power and strength with a placid expression. "Show offs." She wasn't prepared to risk broken bones trying to one up the force users, let them be the dramatics and draw in the crowds with their displays. She moved around the blade, taking the longer but far safer route and a gentle jog till [member="Kaia Starchaser"] came into her line of sight.

She slowed to a walk the staff coming across her body, high her left, low on her right.

"Hey sunshine." Simone greeted before driving a sharp smack at Kaia's shins.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel blinked and shook her head, both forearms in the dirt as the monk introduced himself. "Mishel," she replied, "Mishel Za-... Noren, Mishel Noren." The girl quickly got to her feet eyes shifted as she focused on his stance. She was just welp with all things considered here to learn, here to get her arse handed to her and that was okay by her standards. "And yeah, I think I can go a few rounds." If surviving that monster on Skor and the fall from Vader's Castle on Mustafar meant anything. She could stand there and do a soft dance between her feet all day but that wasn't going to help her any. Part of learning was failing, never be afraid to fail she recalled the words but couldn't remember from whom.

She could charge, he would dodge, she could try to hit and thus no matter which way she knew a direct attack wouldn't suffice. The girl looked at the ring and resisted the temptation to take it off and instead rolled her shoulders back and approached the monk. "Alright Vorhi." The teenager acknowledged, "I'm ready."

@Vorhi ​Alestrani

 

[Ayhia Katar]

[member="Fabula Caromed"]

Ayhia watched for a few seconds as others engaged each other, their styles intrigued her. She smiled lightly and stood up, whom would she fight? She had quite a few options and more then a few of them had yet to pick of foe, meaning she had pretty much free choice. She was about to pick a man holding a sword and shield when a woman came flying over to their side, clearly aimed at some Zoltan. Ayhia was not gonna let her get a free shot like that, she drew on the force and rushed in front of the man. She dropped low so that the woman would pass above her, she waited until the woman was right over then struck. She delivered a quick kick upwards, aimed at the womans legs, mainly a attempt to throw the strike off course. Ayhia would immediately drop into a Sholan Kha stance, her body ready to dance to the sounds of battle.