Purgatory Rumble

[Doyle]

The Arena of Purgatory Prison had seen it's fair share of bloodshed. Usually about every standard month, the Warden; Lucinda Larr held a rumble. During the times inbetween, she studied the inmates, the gangs, and all of the goings on inside of her prison in order to find the right candidates to earn money from. Calls were sent out to others that liked to partake in such a gambling ring, and as always, the matches were broadcasted on the Dark Holonet. At times some of the gamblers with the deepest pockets would up the ante and have different weapons thrown in to make the fights all the more interesting.

It was a bloodsport at it's finest.

Lately the Warden had found a new inmate to use for her purposes. He was destructive, bloodthirsty, cunning and perfect for this.

A few hundred inmates took their seats around the arena, their bright yellow jumpsuits being the only thing that united them. There was a lot of noise as they spoke amongst themselves, waiting for it to start, waiting to see who the combatants were.

The Warden sat way up high in her observation box, her attention splitting from the arena down below to the multiple screens and holofeeds relating to the whole event.

A spotlight came on, illuminating a squat little man with a raspy voice. "Welcome to the 173rd RUUUUUUUUMBLE!!! I give you a thrill this evening!! We have among us in the arena tonight, four combatants and by order of our dear Warden, it'll be a no holds barred event!!" The sounds of cheering echoed loudly.
"That's right! It's everyone for themselves and however many pieces will fall....will fall!
Will it be a fight to the death?! As always, that'll be decided by our fans!" Screens illuminated the area, giving off details for each fighter; such as height, weight and skills, but not their identities. Scores were listed below and for the moment, each combatant had a score of 0.

Four grates opened on the floor and from them the four combatants were brought into the arena, elevated on pillars. [member="Taru Dasu'r"] , [member="Mike V'Trechen"] , [member="Benjamin Atlas"] and [member="Sonnie Rain"] weren't even chained on those pillars, which stopped at a height of ten feet.

"I give you, your conbatants!!" One arm of the announcer waved wide towards the pillar, while the other pointed to the other side. At the far end of the arena, another spotlight turned on. This time displaying a chache of weapons, ranging from spears, swords, lightsabers, pikes to bowcasters, electric whips and maces. Shields, helmets and bits of armour also were available.

But not enough for everyone.

"LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!!!!!" The announcer soon shot straight up in the air. Newcomers to the Purgatory Rumble were more than likely unaware of the near invisible cables that held him safely and securely. He was whisked away to the Warden's box.

A countdown on the screens began:

5...4...3...2...1... BEGIN

Horns sounded off. Now the bets began. Starting with who would jump off first, followed by who would go to the weapons first and who would go to the defences.

The Warden lived for these events.

Spoiler

It's a free for all! You guys can team up or be on your own team.

Feel free to use the ooc thread to co-ordinate or ask questions.

 

[Sonnie Rain]

Sonnie spent six long years in prison. In those six years, she had one thing on her mind: Revenge. She had fought tooth and nail for the skills she now had honed into a precise weapon, and when she got out, she wasted no time in putting as much distance between that building and herself. Yet...Here it seemed that she just couldn't stay away from the beck and call of the chaotic atmosphere of cell bars and whatever filth they held behind them. As she was raised up into the arena on her small three-foot radius pillar, she glanced around. There was a massive crowd cheering her and her counterparts along, three others in total. 'People really get off to this stuff, huh?', she silently wondered. But of course they did. In this galaxy, there were always your sickos, crazed for blood and death. Wait... She took a closer look at the stands, a massive sea of yellow. The inmates were the crowd? She'd been under the impression that they would be fighting the inmates instead... Her gaze turned to the other three next to her, then across the arena at the gleaming pile of weapons. Of course.

Five!

Her knuckles cracked under the pressure she was giving them, followed by her neck as she moved it from side to side.

Four!

She looked down to the ground, ten feet.

Three!

Two!

Her will didn't waver once. There was only one way down, the hard way. She bent down and gripped the edge of the pillar.

One!

She closed her eyes for scarcely a moment, her legs pumping with energy.

BEGINNNNN!


Her eyes snapped open, and she flew downward, her body curling almost instantly. She hit the ground in a roll, wincing at the pain but not letting it stop her. She was off.

[member="Lucinda Larr"] [member="Taru Dasu'r"] [member="Mike V'Trechen"] [member="Benjamin Atlas"]

 

[Benjamin Atlas]

The Rapax sighed as he was raised up on a pillar. How did he end up in an arena surrounded by a crowd of prisoners? Simple. Bloodlust. Benji smirked, it had been a while since he entertained himself with a fight.

The teen stood with his hands in his pocket, a nonchalant demeanor radiated off him as the announcer spoke....then the countdowns began. Benjamin let a slight smirk grace his face as the time ticked away. The Rapax smirked as the clock hit zero, instantly [member="Sonnie Rain"] jumped down and began sprinting. Benji however stood there for a few seconds, bringing his gaze up to the Warden's observation box, then back to the crowd. All the people made the assassin a bit overwhelmed.

He quickly shook it off and with his hands still in his pocket stepped off the pillar, letting himself drop to the ground and land perfectly fine, not caring to glance at the other contestants.

He simply began walking towards the weapons, not that he needed one. He was hoping to confuse the competition. After all it was a no holds barred event. He smirked as continued to slowly make his way to the weapons. Keeping his eye on the woman to whole time.

This would be interesting

[member="Sonnie Rain"]
[member="Lucinda Larr"]

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike was standing around. He was not willing to die, but if someone should win. It was him. He smuggled his red bouble-bladed lightsaber. He turned it on when facing [member="Benjamin Atlas"] .

"Hello," said Mike. "Are you here to die? I can fight any day."

 

[Luke Kratos]

Before entering the arena, Taru watched from below as a scoreboard showed off the statistics of him and of the others. It was strangely set up, with him only being able to accurately make out his own stats. The other's he would have to guess. A smart move by the Warden, because the more he knew about his enemy then the faster the kill...

His stats included his weight, height, and some of his more notable skills. These included unarmed combat and escape. Escape was not something which he would put as a skill in an arena battle, but what did he care. It was probably to stir up something for the viewers. Overall, Taru Dasu'r did not care about the stats. They meant little when what really mattered were the scores. Each and every one of his opponents, including him, had a zero in the section for scores, meaning that they were all "new" to the arena. That only made things a bit more interesting.

As the pillar rose up into the air with Taru still on it, he took a look at the other contestants. He watched as Benjamin Atlas smirked and moved lethargically. He happened to see Sonnie Rain drop to the ground and roll, and then start running. He did not get a good glimpse of where Mike V'Trechen went when he left his pillar, but saw him as he stood on his pillar, all confidence and nothing else. This would be a very fun day indeed.

When the countdown ended, Taru was the second to last person to dismount their pillar, with the last being Benjamin. He dashed towards the weapons rack, with a space of about 16 feet between himself and Sonnie. Catching up to the point where he was almost running parallel to her, they neared the weapons rack. There, Taru grabbed a spear and he also hid a dagger up his left sleeve. He then turned and angled himself for any attacks which could come from Sonnie. Spear pointed towards her with one hand close to the middle and the other grabbing for another dagger, he was ready for the fights ahead.

[member="Lucinda Larr"]
[member="Mike V'Trechen"]
[member="Sonnie Rain"]
[member="Benjamin Atlas"]

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike walked around the pillars. His lightsaber got out of his hands. Mike quickly grabbed it, but through it to the entrance way for safe keeping. He really did not want to lose his hard earned lightsaber.

 

[Doyle]

[member="Sonnie Rain"] jumped down first and made a break for it. That was interesting. Lucinda figured the men would do so first. But it was a good thing that she had placed that particular bet on her.

[member="Benjamin Atlas"] came next. Lucinda wasn't quite expecting his relaxed composure. Was he seriously just walking? Lucinda almost laughed. Almost. Showing her emotions wasn't really a strongsuit of the Warden. She preferred to keep everything buried deep where no one could use it against her.

[member="Mike V'Trechen"] seemed to have smuggled in his own weapon. That was unusual. Weapons were provided already and the combatants were supposed to be searched. But...Force Users were nasty creatures that employed many levels of trickery.

And then there was her favourite; [member="Taru Dasu'r"] . Lucinda had handpicked him from her latest batch of new inmates, confident in his fighting abilities. He seemed to have already honed in on his first target; Sonnie. How wonderful. Lucinda leaned forward and watched with keen interest.

The scores all still remained at zero.

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike V'Trechen saw [member="Lucinda Larr"] . She was, apparently, the warden and referee at this jail. Mike had a plan to escape. The others, well, they were no match for a sith. If Mike planned to escape,it has to be on his own accords. He prefered to bring someone with him though. He chosen [member="Taru Dasu'r"] to helphim.Mike ran over to Taru and whispered,"Hey! Do you want to get out of here alive?"

 

[Sonnie Rain]

Sonnie didn't look back as she ran. See, once she had acclimated to her new home after being sent to prison, a certain someone had taken a shine to her, and he'd taught her a few lessons.

"Lesson one: Always be the first to strike. Hesitation kills."

That's what she was doing now. Striking first. Any other reaction could mean death in another circumstance, and she wasn't going to die today. As she continued her sprint across the arena, it wasn't long before she heard heavy footfalls behind her. She picked up her speed as best as she could, but he was faster. He went for a spear, and hid something else in his sleeve. She made a note of that. The spear would be a problem; now he had range. Angling her trajectory, she went around to his right, to the other side of the weapons pile.

"Lesson two: Use your size to your advantage. You're small, so you need a weapon that allows you to get in close."

As she neared the weapons, her eyes continued to scan every inch for what she needed: there. A simple knife, seven inch blade. Another was nearby as well, so she grabbed it too. Both hands in front of her, she held one knife in a reverse grip and angled outward, with the other poised below in a forward grip, ready to stab upward.

"Lesson three: Let them come to you. They'll be at a disadvantage, and you'll have them on your own terms."

Her eyes pored into that of [member="Taru Dasu'r"], studying him, waiting. She was ready.

[member="Mike V'Trechen"] [member="Lucinda Larr"] [member="Benjamin Atlas"]

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Little bets. Little bets were the best here, if you were an inmate. Bigger wagers ran two fundamental risks: revealing you had possessions to spare, and trying to collect your winnings from someone who'd certainly hold a grudge. No, when Prisoner 867-5309 went all in, his total bet came to half a dozen stale deathsticks. He didn't even smoke, but plenty of people did, and deathsticks could go a long way in Purgatory. A win could mean doubling, even tripling his fungible capital. And since he didn't smoke, a loss counted for opportunity cost and not a lot else. If you're going to gamble, never wager what you can't afford to lose, right?

Which was good because, while he'd put his 'money' on [member="Sonnie Rain"] and her knives, [member="Taru Dasu'r"] had a spear and [member="Mike V'Trechen"] a two-ended lightsaber. Jerec fidgeted somewhat.