Shaddaa' lights (Mason Ordo)

[Dalansa]

Dalansa set down on Nar Shaddaa, in a ring of sand and blood. Until the Lady Starsnow moved, there would be no duels. And if the Offshoot had her way, there would be none afterwards. Stepping off the ramp, she entered the slave pens, whispering to one of the trapped figures, "Ready to run, Salæn?" Spinning, the man squinted at the shadowed figure. "Dalansa? Is that you?" She smiled, rare for her. "Yes, Salæn. It's me. And we're going to shut down this ring."

Reaching the guard, she covered his mouth and shut it as tight as she could. Drawing the silent blade from her back, she slid it in between his ribs, puncturing his lung. As it filled with blood, she held him until no signs of life were evident. Grasping the keycard, she opened the door. Two of the slaves slipped out, and it closed again. The man she had been talking to earlier, now standing beside her, whispered: "Do you want to free the others?" Dalansa nodded, swiping it again. Again it opened, and again two slipped out. Only three left. Again. One, and the alarms went off. Cursing, she drew her saber, and slashed the lock off. As the man ran out, she told them: "Onto the ship in the ring!" The went without a fuss.

Two weeks later: Mandalore

The woman was trying to get out of the spaceport, before bumping into a man she knew. Her curser. The man who sold her. Without thinking, she cut him down. Contuining on, the hall only filled with the man's body, she moved to head to the front desk.

@[member="Mason Ordo"]

 

[Mason Ordo]

@[member="Dalansa"]
Mason immediately saw a figure slashed down near the recruits quarters in the hallways. He immediately grabbed his DC-15 blaster and opened fire at the killer indiscriminately. He had no armor on, just his big, lean ,muscular body ,and his trusty blaster . This soon to be mandolorian would have his first taste of life or death combat. The zabracks blue eyes glimmered with determination, his body was already and explosive, quick, strong weapon. But could it be truly enough? Mason was puzzled at the killer, she obviously was a force user but what exact quarrel did she have with him? The situation became worse as he continued to open fire, what exactly would he do?

 

[Dalansa]

Not this again. As the blaster sounded behind her, she rolled, one blast striking her left shoulder. Not even stun bolts first. Fun. No need to worry about deadly force, then. Kneeling, she charged the man, dodging and weaving so that @[member="Mason Ordo"] would have a poor shoot. A hit to her chest sent a gasp to her lips, and a second reinforced the grimace etched on her face. Out came both blades of the zhaboka, and she connected them and swung as soon as he was in range. First one blade, then the other. The swordstaff, of his species, moved quickly at the man. She was in pain, but he would be to, soon.

 

[Mason Ordo]

@[member="Dalansa"]
Mason would feel the sting from each slash from what now seemed to be a women striking him. The first strike he almost was killed when he just barely thanks to his athletic nature moved from a fatal blow. But this would not matter because his face was slightly grazed from the blade. The second blow hit his scar given to him by his hated father. The Strong muscular zabrack did not like this. Soon a very pissed galactic wrestler would roar down upon her, she may have the force on her side but when Mason was angry he was unyielding. The women could see the anger flash in his eyes, immediately he used his quick explosive power to roll backward into his small too bunk bed room. Mason noticed that while blood was drawn not much came out, this was good. This meant the wounds were not fatal immediately before wasting anymore time he did the unexpected. He shot a wrestling takedown preferably the double leg, with his explosiveness he was able to get under the blades getting slightly wounded more by the twirling blades. ( mostly on the back, he went under threw a penetration step or slide) The take down would hopefully be successful as he would if successful finish the move and grab her legs , if not they would be in a close-up brawl.

OCC: hopefully this is fair thank you for your patience

 

[Dalansa]

As the man dived, the blade slashed across his back, light cuts that would merely hurt the man. She pulled into a sidestep, managing to avoid him dislocating her knee as he struck. Tumbling over him, she saw the zhaboka clatter on the ground, out of reach. Darn. That sucked. Trying to stand, she discovered that her leg refused to corporate. Sighing, she forced herself up, despite her leg's protest. She'd fought with worse. But her weapon was out of reach. Drawing her saber, she ignited on end and walked towards @[member="Mason Ordo"].

 

[Mason Ordo]

Mason was surprised to see the women become so quick. She dodged his best takedown like it was a piece of cake. This came at a Hefty price Her knee was dislocated from overexerting the movement. She then tumbled over him Mason twirled around just in time to see her activate her light saber on her feet. This immediately made Mason second guess his next choice of how to attack. If the blade where to even hit him slightly it would severely injure him. Even angry he knew he had to be careful. The zabrack paused and faked out another shot to make her lose balance then he attempted to grab ahold of her wrists. He smiled,he knew without her weapon she would be weakened with a dislocated knee. But first he need to grab her wrists.

(OCC: how do you want the battle outcome to be? do you want to lose or do you want to tie? my next post will depend on that. Next which knee is dislocated please specify so I can make my next move tactical)

 

[Dalansa]

OOC: Her Left knee. And I don't care about the outcome, as long as she's alive and able to return home.

Dalansa shifter all her weight to her right knee, striking out at him, the blue blade flashed, just missing his feight. But then he moved to grab her wrist. Wrong move. She activated the second blade, and spun the weapon full circle, again and again. If those hands came closer, they would need to go through her sabers. And that was not something that worked without his armor.

@[member="Mason Ordo"]

 

[Mason Ordo]

@[member="Dalansa"]

Mason would have to attempt a different approach he could not attempt another takedown threw her or around this , double sabered foe. Her spinning blades would definitely bye her some time. Mason smiled, and immediately grabbed his beskar bayonet. This weapon would have to do till he could disarm her , and simply cripple her for interrogation . He pondered , who was she? Why was she after him? What was her business here? He chuckled before lunging for another attack " I can see your obviously desperate, your injured were your left knee is , and you can barely stand. Every close up fight end's quickly if you have no mobility"
He paused in a defensive posture , he may not be dangerous from any attack but it is always smart to be prepared. " Im going to become a mandolorian one day, and no one can give crap to us. We are an idea that is built around the honor of battle, and being able to protect those you care about and their interest's. You can kill some of us but be ready; because we certainly will avenge our brothers ,and sisters in arms ten fold. So, let me ask , how can you possibly win? " The lean, muscular warrior immediately lunged his beskar bayonet for the center of the lightsaber with a quick movement . He had studied the weakness of her defense while distracting her with talk, the question was how would she respond?

(OCC: well if I defeat you, you would be allowed one submission to use beskar in if you plan on making your own custom items. Beskar is immune to light sabers but adventually melts down after awhile from the heat of the blade. Obviously, this would require hours of fighting, and beskar is immune to blaster bolts making it very strong. Unfortunately, you can still feel the heavy impact from a blast if you only have a light layer of armor. But yeah I just wanted you to know your options, and please don't amputate my arm, or legs, you can cut me up anywhere else though. )

 

[Dalansa]

"Foolish brute" The girl said, pulling the saber up and back, letting the fast-moving blade bat aside his knife. It missed her, but barely. "Honor? An ideal best left in the past. Like your Mandalore. And anyways, I don't need to win." Her saber flashed out, striking at the scarred area of @[member="Mason Ordo"]'s chest. Again, this time to his stomach. The combined pain would have him in pain, letting her get away. She didn't care about victory. She didn't need victory. She needed to survive.

 

[Mason Ordo]

@[member="Dalansa"]
Mason was enraged from the pain, she badly reopened his scar. He would soon need attention after this battle was over, but not yet. Mason with one hand picked up a chair and threw it at Dalansa immediately hitting her at her weakened left leg . He then, grabbed his blaster rifle with one hand and aimed for the strong leg so he could de-mobilize her. Hopefully his counter attack would work. He would then if it worked take his time to beat the podoo out of her before getting the information he needed.

(OCC: I know im harassing you but IC wise this is what I would do)

 

[Dalansa]

The saber, which she spun, sliced the chair, splitting it in twain, and sending half if it behind her. But the other half struck. And the blaster? Missed as she fell to her knees. She knew what she needed to do. She just needed her pain to stop enough. Slashing out at @[member="Mason Ordo"] whenever he got close, she readied herself. She was going to get out of this. Somehow. The Force began to flow through her body, accumulating in her fist. And when he came close, she would strike.