Tournament of Acolytes [One Sith]

[Xilo Gale]

Following the other acolytes Xilo found himself watching the hooded figures carefully as they seemed to appear out of nowhere and begin following them. It may be a big occasion but being that close to him was still a danger. Walking down the stairway Xilo shivered remembering the dark room where he had spent a month with Darth Arya as she crafted him into a better man as she called it. Xilo did still hang onto some of his old habits mainly to throw people off, but most of the time he had truly changed. When they exited out into where they were supposed to be fighting though Xilo's face brightened immensely. It was just like a illegal fighting ring in the undercity, except now the crowd was a hundred times more lethal.

Standing somewhat at attention with the rest of the acolytes Xilo listened to Darth Arya's speech about how this would be the Blah Blah blah! Xilo shouted in his head blocking out most of the speech and only tuning back in at the part where she said they would always remember it. See that now I'm gonna get in trouble for not remembering what she said. Was I given permission to kill? Xilo wondered looking around at the other competition before focusing on the crowd and began to wave at them. Flicking the bangs out his face Xilo placed both hands to his mouth and spread his arms to the crowd as though he were a celebrity.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Isar]

The man child apparently had six young adult rancors at his beck and call. The Ewok's adorably round ears twitched and he idly fondled one of the shrunken heads on his necklace. Six rancors? Controlled by an acolyte ? Somebody was being very naughty. Warok bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about the conundrum.

"Hmmmmmmmmm."

At last he pulled out a tube of bone, stuffed a fluffy object with a pointed tip at the end, then aimed it at one of the rancors and blew. A dart zipped out and hit a Rancor square in the eyeball. An impossible shot. Almost as impossible as an acolyte controlling 6 little rancors.

The neurotoxin in the dart wouldn't have been enough to subdue the creature if it had hit anywhere else, but the distance from eyeball to brain was an easy trip for the poison. It worked in a matter of seconds. One moment the beast was howling, the next it was falling.

The rancor hit the ground with a whoooomp.

Dead.

Warok started giggling uncontrollably.

[member="Nick Gamastar"]

 

[Sanus]

Sanus had arrived in time to hear Darth Ayra's Speech he hoped his master would excuse or not notice his lateness he was admittedly afraid of the sith. As he listened to her talk he wondered who he would face he couldn't wait to prove he was better than any who were subordinates of his master he would prove out of them at least that he was better or at least that is what Sanus hoped. As she finished speaking he wondered who he would fight first

 

[Viktor Romanov]

Viktor had finally managed to fit his armour on, but it had made him late to the tournament. He arrived as one of the last, shortly after a Zabrak teenager. As Viktor looked out to the rest of them, in his eyes he saw mostly children who needed to be put in there place. But he would wait for his name to be called.