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[Lord Gaius]

Tournament of the Sith

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Location: Commons A-8, Level Twelve
Allies (Apprentices): Darth Sovereign, Darth Morgoth

The slam of metal on metal awoke him. His eyes fluttered open as Darth Vidar awoke from his sleep. He looked to either side of himself, studying his surroundings. He was on a bed, in a well kept commons. Much like all contestants, they had signed up, been drugged and would awake in randomised locations throughout the ship. The ship was capable of housing 47,060 crew, there was more than enough room to place the competitors in rooms that was neither too close nor too far away from one another.

The Star Destroyer lay in docking, and at 1,600 meters, it was a tremendous arena. It may be days before any emerges victorious, if they last that long. Those who would dare sleep to recover face possible defeat at any given moment, and those who stay alert would face exhaustion. Darth Vidar had no knowing of where his allies were, and without the Force, he couldn't reach out to them either. The use of the Force was forbidden from the fight, and with Force-Sensitive observers watching, they would know when someone used the Force, and to disband them from the fight.

Darth Vidar threw his legs off of the bed. It was one of only two pieces of furniture in the horribly grey room. A bedside table squatted beside him, with an array of weapons he had chosen to take with him in the fight ahead. A Lightsaber Pike, San-Ni Staff, Lightwhip, Long-handle Lightsaber and an ordinary Lightsaber. He was the Exotic Weapons Master of the Silver Jedi Order in his prior life, and such skill in his arts had only ever expanded. He began to systematically attach each hilt to his weapons belt across his chest, and his back.

Beside the weapons was some supplies. The Sith could be considered evil, and some of their greatest warriors showed signs of schizophrenia, as Vidar had noted, but as a collective they were not moronic and cruel. Four water bottles beside a bag, along with two energy bars, and while they tasted horrible it did fill the stomach like any other meal. Darth Vidar swept these belongings into the rucksack, and tightened the bag with a piece of leather string. He hurled it over his shoulder and eagerly approached the door that led out into the rest of the ship. It opened.

Spoiler

[member=Darth_Morgoth]
[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
[member="Arturious Engel"]
[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Darth Urak"]
[member="Sawa Ike"]
[member="Darth Tsolan"]
[member="Darth Atrace"]
[member="Darth Carach"]
[member="Mya Munro"]
[member="Darth Ares"]
[member="Darth Sovereign"]
[member="Salvor Arnex"]
[member="Nazo"]
[member="Darth Sevrus"]
[member="Hidia"]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
[member="Nickolas Imura"]
[member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Lower Hangerbay
Allies: [member="Darth Tsolan"]?

Alexandra was found sleeping in the cockpit of a fighter, mostly because she had actually been able to fit in the fighter comfortably enough to not be woken due to her size. And even now she looked out the viewport of the fighter, its tinted windows hiding her as she sat there and waited with dauntless blade over her shoulder, a high powered stun pistol, both her sabers, and a number of grenades ranging from force breaker to concussion hidden throughout her cloak. The only thing she had with her though that wasn't weapon was the AI named Eve and Daeda, her ashlan wolf.

 

[Urak]

Location: C-3, Level 13
Allies: None

Urak was leaned up against the wall of his room, he was waiting for someone to make a move to fight. He had a saber-staff which could detach into two different lightsabers to duel-wield, Smoke Bombs x3, Plasma Grenades x3, 1 blaster pistol, and a rope dart for more mobility. He knew that it was possible for him to be defeated here, but he wasn't afraid of losing. He enjoyed his fights, craved more, and Lightsaber duels were his favorite.

He couldn't use the force, but he wouldn't need to. He was more than capable without it. "Heh, wonder who is gonna go down first." he pondered. He looked at his room number thinking if anyone else was near him.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Food stock.
Allies: none

Tsolan let out a sigh as he leaned back, munching on a peice of fruit. It was one of the rare times his mask was up and that was only after he had made for certain that no one was around. At his waist was a double bladed saber, a blaster pistol, and his dagger belt. Around his body, a fully stocked suit of Shadow fox armor and around his body was a bandoleer of grenades. He was certainly prepared for combat, now, all he needed was someone to watch his back. Ace was with him of course and with a small communication, a private message was sent to Alexandra, unable to be caught by anyone else. "Mind joining me in the food cabin?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Lower Hanger
Allies, None.

Alexandra heard the voice of Daeda as he transmitted the message to her, not a single use of the force required and she sat there thinking about the rules for a few seconds before giving Daeda a message for Ace which would then reach Vulpesen. "After i kick the ass of everyone on this ship, your last my Fox Faced friend." She smiled and stretched in the cockpit before yawning. "Well, guess i better go and get to hunting if im going to make that dinner."

 

[Sawa Ike]

Location:
Allies:......

Sawa stood at the ready as she fought scratching her chest. The new Defensive Augmentation Implants scars were itching as she waited letting the Hydrastaff slither around her arm and she held in two sheaths on her back the AEL/Mohc Extractives 'Dauntless' Combat Blade, her hips holding the twin blasters she had been using on Empress teta as the Tri Stunner and Holdout Hand Cannon sat under the sleek black Warden Cloak. A smile was on her face where she listened to the sounds of the ship and for the footsteps of others. A jet of flame ready to be propelled at the faces of the other sith in the tournament. She wasn't above helping fight someone for a time but this was to see who could be best. You never knew what might come out of it.

 

[Atrace]

Location: Upper hangar
Allies:....

Atrace sat in a dark corner of the hangar near his ship, he spent most of his free time in the hangar something about ships just made him feel alive. He opened up his cloak revealing two single-bladed lightsabers, a few flash bombs, and of course grenades.

Atrace felt like he may aswell hide and test the ability of his allies in the one sith, he jumped into the rafters using all his stealth and ingenuity to remain undetected he would pounce when the time is right.

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Maintenance corridors, level 18
Allies: None

The footsteps of Lily Rose echoed down the corridors. They were heavy and loud, thumping down the metal walkway. The Bounty Hunter was armed to the teeth. She strode in her ALS-X1 experimental reconnaissance armour, an MP77 heavy blaster pistol in hand. Launched over her shoulder was a duffel bag that she had woken up beside, in a rather uncomfortable position. Whoever threw her in the Star Destroyer wasn't playing nice. She had awoken near the engineering floor. The duffel bag would be heavy for most people, but she had been heavily modified and now was part Keshiri, part machine. It contained an AMR-1, CZ-838, Class-A thermals, Z50 grenade launcher. Among her variety of gadgets, whipcord launcher and a single force containment collar.

 

[Garza]

Location: Living Quarters B-178 Level eleven
Allies: Perhaps..... maybe..... you'll never know.

Once more I was in a free-for-all tournament. This time it was for the Sith. I had been put under and were in some kind of living quarters. The size of the ship was huge. It would take a good fifteen minutes to walk from one end to the other. I shook my head to get rid of the haze that fogged my mind. The injection I received had to be larger than most because of my higher metabolism. Leaning up from the bed, I was dressed in just a shirt and shorts. I watched as the Mothers dream swayed back and forth while I was leaning forwards. Grabbing it, I kissed it once for good luck. Feeling the warmth radiating from it on my lips and fingers. I rubbed my head as everybody should be ready by now. I shook my head. moving the long raven black strands of hair out of my face. Looking to my right, I saw my gear.

All of it was ready for me. The only thing was that we were not allowed to use the force in this fight. Different, but that would mean that I would have a higher advantage of winning. Hell, even an apprentice could win if they could survive long enough. I stood up. Woozy at first from the drugs they gave us. it subsided after a few seconds. I kept my face void of emotion as I dressed myself in my Wyvern Gear. Smiling as on the belt was my Dark Angel. I pulled it out and opened it up to see that it was already loaded. I smiled and place it back in the holster on my right. I grabbed the scabbard with a hilt coming from it. Inside was the sword Storm. A prize I had from an auction 45 cms in all. I pulled the sword out. It was fine. Not broken or tampered with. I put it back in the sheath that was on my back. Ready for its drawing to cut into flesh.

Reaching on the small of my back, I found two lightsabers. The first one was my standard Double bladed lightsaber. I left it there, and felt for the other one. I smiled as I could feel the small darkside nexus off of it. The Sithsaber felt good on my body once more. I was ready. I was thinking back to when I was choosing the gear that I would use in this. Half tempted to grab the Shotgun that I owned, but I changed my mind as that might have been taken out simply because it would be nearly impossible to defend against, as well I already had a slugthrower anyways. Reaching down, I grabbed a small satchel that held 4 water bottles, a handful of energy capsules, some physical food of three protein bars, a thermos that had some kind of hot liquid, and three sticks of jerky from an unknown beast.

Pulling up my collar. I smiled as when I walked to the door, I waited for just a second when the door unlocked. Already having my Dark Angel drawn, I peeked around the corner. Seeing that nobody was near me. I held up the pistol with both hands and sliced the pie around the corner to make sure no one was in the two rooms near me. Seeing no one. I began to move on. If there was one place I knew everybody would be, it would be the Hangar in the open environment, or the Bridge for the sheer fact that it was where the head of the ship was. I didn't know which way to go. Taking a step forwards. I looked for anything that might point me in a direction to where I was. because we were left without a map or other things. The best I had was that I was at B-178 on level Eleven.

Hopefully I was headed towards the Hangar. Cus that's where the ship to pick up the winner would be. Maybe I could make it there while the others were fighting and outlast them all simply because I was smart enough to outwit, outplay, and outlast them all.

That was one large hope. Scoffing at myself. I continued on.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Vehicle Storage
Allies: .. Perhaps

This was not the first Arena Kezeroth had been in, Tournament or not this would be challenging. Last one wins... No Force Abilities and Free for All. The massive beast had been in several fights like these before but never against sith and not on a ship. Kezeroth knew the layout of the ship from previous experiances, Though his one was little different. Finding himself in the Vehicle Storage Bays Kezeroth stood in the middle of the Hanger wearing a his Warden Cloak, Thin and long to cover all of Kezeroths 8'5ft figure. Under his cloak Kezeroth had a Combat Blade strapped to his leg and around his Belt a Standard Curved Lightsaber. In the Giants right hand was a gripped Light-Pike, His favorite and most used weapon for now. It was old and considered standard, there was nothing special about it execpt it held some value to Kezeroth.

The Room was filled with his very presence, a Grim, Dark hold of a feeling that was his Darkside Connection. Most likely this is due to his deep immersion in the Darkside, Kezeroth was Drowning in its power and it showed on his face. Sunken Eyes, dark and glew in the Dark Vehicle Hangar, The Sulfuric Yellow color common in darksiders. His skin and very complexion was paler and mutated from past experiments and his own Force Lightning being deflected at him. The Gen'Dai waited Quietly in the Dark for a Challenger.

(( OOC; All my Gear Im using is in my Bio too. And if that ship chart is the wrong ship srry I needed a picture))

 

[Nazo]

Location: Detention Center West​

Level Cell Block C​

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"Servants and Masters, it is all irrelevant....there are predators and there are prey."​

-[member="Duvain"]​

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In what could only be considered a mixture of alchemy and dark arts, those that sought to test the limits and abilities of those allied with the One Sith had found a unique way to drug a very unusual creature. It would mark the first time in Nazo's existence that he'd been rendered unconscious by a form of chemical additives to his very alien physiology. Needless to say, he was not pleased about the results - but he'd deal with that in time. The darkness and shadow of inactive cognizant reasoning began to drift away like a cloud peeling across the sky to allow sunlight to filter through. Instead of sunlight however, it was the ambient incandescent and artificial light that beamed from the ceiling of a disengaged detention center cell in the west portion of the block near the aft or rear of this massive vessel. As such was custom in these cells, only the barest of essentials were afforded; namely a durasteel slab used as both a bench and a bed, and some form of metallic bowl housing a scant amount of water in the base. There were no viewports as well, save for the small silver of light that could be seen from the door that remained only partially ajar. The grounded vessel sat in silence, aside from the occasional creaks and groans of an ever settling metallic wedge.

The robed figure slowly jostled to life, rising from a state that would be reminiscent of a marionette without the master. Drawing upwards and resting in a seated position upon the bench, his head and mask hung low, as if the support structure of a spine was non-existent. Twin hands composed of simple durasteel clattered along the bench's edge until a firm grip was given. One hand for support - the other for something entirely different. As the long, prehensile tongue of his species snaked within the folds of fabric, Nazo pontificated on his position and his knowledge of this vessel. Star Destroyer - an older model, a relic from a time gone by, and yet still an imposing sight in space no matter the time that had lapsed. They were not in space however, they were grounded, atmospheric and for all intents - in a hollow husk of a dead and beached vessel. The design of such a ship was normally quite standard, placing the various and notable quadrants in like manner in nearly every model. The intent was understood for this venture, but he'd need a few moments to properly prepare.

For the next minute and a half nothing seemed to be brewing in the form of the seven foot stranger. He made no movements, no shift in the slacked, nearly doubled over posture. Closer examination of the bench he sat on though told an entirely different tale. Normally slate gray and brushed to a fine sheen, the durasteel bench had seen better days. A sickness was attacking it, drawing from the structure a nourishment unusual to most races. Plasma existed in nearly every material object in the Galaxy. On a molecular level, and especially in a diet of metal. The edges where Nazo's right hand gripped were blackened and decaying. The bonds of the atoms fracturing as the molecular structure weakened and bent. His own digits safe from the plague like spread were soon able to crush the bench with inherent strength and break off pieces from the whole. Slowly, the form of Nazo began to rise and right itself, reveling in the mastication of a source of food that was conveniently ever present throughout this entire ship. The Sith had decided to deposit their curious slug into a veritable banquet for this strange eater of matter.

Once upright, and for now, satiated and satisfied, his form stood, drawing up to the full height, where just the tips of the feather like headdress dusted against the ceiling lights above. A porcelain vernier of his lifeless mask shifted to the left and the right while his metallic limbs began to move back and forth swaying in an almost dance like cadence. Recovering from whatever mystical drug they had concocted and testing each movement before he'd strike out from this would-be prison and take his leave. Lastly, a simple pat to his right hip indicated the presence of a crafted device, and only means of an external weapon. The iconic lightsaber was in place and unhindered by those that had laid the curious creature into this place once reserved for criminals in the ancient Empire's grip. Formerly a place of capture, and a grim reminder of an unforgiving end - Nazo would transform this into a birthing chamber, to cultivate a new beginning.


OOC:

Spoiler

For your personal OOC only knowledge, I recommend that any who interact with Nazo do their due dilegence of reading not only his biography, but of his species. Thank you, and may the odds ever be in your favor.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Location: Detention Level Cell Block A
Allies: Apprentice [member="Hidia"]
Equipment: Armor http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35942-infantry-armour/ Weapon single hilt red blade light saber and a standard short sword


Arturious woke up with a start looking around noticing he was sitting in a detention cell. Arturous laughed noticing the door to the cell was standing wide open.

"Well at least some one has a sense of humor." "Perhaps I should have been a little more discrete about my past life as an inmate."

Looking around Arturious found the set of Trooper Armor he had become quite fond of since Teta. Even to the point it had pushed back acquiring a personal set of armor for himself. Throwing it on quickly Arturious wondered if they had snatched up Hidia as well. The thought of her getting caught up in a tournament because of him did not really sit well with him.

Arturious closed his eyes and took a quick moment to center himself before standing and igniting his saber.

"Time to go feed the beast."

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Location: Commons A-7, Level Twelve
Allies (Apprentices): Darth Sovereign, Darth Vidar
Equipment: Custom Saber, Morgoths Chainmail, Standard Infantry Blaster, 3 Flash grenades, One hand cannon with 5 rounds, and 3 smoke grenades. And a First aid kit, and standard leather armor.

Melkor woke up he was in a bed, at first he was a little out of it. He quickly gained his senses, and sitting up he looked aound the room. His equipment was sitting on the table with a few essential food and water containers, he looked around and noticed his bag was sitting at the foot of the bed.

Melkor stood up, closing his eyes he emerged himself in the current of the force careful not to disturb, (as not to break the rules) it in the slitest he focused until he felt the precence of his master one room over. Walking over to the table he picked up the saber, and hand cannon and attached them both to his belt. Picking up the grenades he placed the in the pack on his leg, along with the four extra rounds for his hand cannon. Next he smiled and picked up his chainmail it was light and exactly what he needed for saber combat.

Donning it he smiled as he felt it form to his body, next he put on his leather armor, it wasnt much but it would keep his chainmail from getting to much of a beating from small arms. Then he threw his blaster on his back and grabbed his pack. Throwing it on his back he moved towards the door. He was ready to get started.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Food storage
Allies: Ace

Tsolan let out a small yawn as he finished his piece of fruit. Alright, so no combat yet. Maybe it would just be enough to set himself a trap. Walking over to the cooking supplies, he took a spool of twine and started to string it around the door. Before long, he had jerry-rigged a mine out of one of his fifteen grenade, ensuring that the only entrance was covered. "Alright, now I just have to keep from blowing myself to itty bitty bits." Pulling his mask down over his face, he walked to the back of the cabin and dozed off.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Upper Hanger. (Under you [member="Darth Atrace"])

Alexandra yawned as she walked over the floor, having gone up one level and thought she knew where she was going... but she didn't. "Hey Eve, patch into the ships mainframe and tell me where we are heading please. As much as i love aimlessly wandering around and finding the usefulness of doing such to be none, im sure you could find me one life form to have fun with." With that Eve instantly responded, the tone a bit cheerful. "Alexandra, someone is in the hanger with you..."

 

[Hidia]

Location: Medical Bay
Allies: Arturious Engel

Hidia woke up lying on a hard medical table. She looked around with confusion, not remembering what had happened for a moment. Then she remembered. The Tournament thing. Promises of rewards and ample opportunity to get experience fighting with a saber in a real combat situation. Would have been nice of them to tell her they were going to drug her. And someone must have been laughing when they put her here. She rolled her eyes and got up.

On a table, she saw a bag with a few food and drink items inside. Guess they expected this to take a while. Next to it, she saw a lightsaber. Nice of them to provide one. She was guessing most of the other combatants already had one. Whoever was in charge probably wanted to make sure it was at least a little fair. She picked up the saber and turned to the door, walking out of the room. Time to begin.

 

[Zac Grayson]

Location: Bridge, Captain's seat
Allies: None
Enemies: None yet
Objective: Win

Darth Ares awoke sitting in a very comfortable chair. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, but then the scenery of stars could be seen. He had been placed in the Captain's chair on the bridge which was ok with hi as it was quite relaxing. He finally stood up after a few moments and as he was alone he began with some stretches, fighting without stretching was already putting yourself at a disadvantage. He stood after 20 minutes of stretching and looked around. On his hips was a lightsaber on both sides. His bracers were with him as well. He saw next to his seat a pack that would secure to his back and not come off or restrict movement during a fight. He looked through it and saw some water bottles and protein bars and saved the protein bars as he already ate, but had half a water bottle as drugging apparently dehydrates you a bit. He then took in his surroundings and noticed a supply box. He opened it to find a flare gun with one shot, 3 concussion grenades, 2 flash bang and 3 ion grenades along with a standard scouting pistol. He looked at them for a moment as he had never used such things before, trained with yes, but only enough. He took the two guns and clipped them to his belt next to his lightsabers and then put four grenades on the back of his belt and four on the front. He jumped a few times to make sure they were secure. He then took what was left which was your basic medical supplies and put them in his pack.

Darth Ares remembered there were no real rules except no force powers which in his mind was what separated most Acolytes from masters. Ares wasn't always a Darth, before this he was trained and served as the leader of the Imperial Knights, but that felt like ages ago and they were no longer the Imperials he had grown to serve. His weakness was the Force, but that didn't mean he was weak with it, just that it wasn't what got him Knighthood. His strength was in combat from hand-to-hand to lightsaber which meant this tournament was perfect for him and he would be able to see how strong without the force the Lords were. He was abut to open a side door when he heard movement and what sounded like something unraveling which was an odd sound. Darth Ares stood there a moment as he thought about what was behind this door without using the force to tell him. He decided t be safe than sorry and drew a lightsaber and with a quick slash he sent it through the door a few times. The other side of the door exploded which made Darth Ares jump back as this was the least of his expectations. Shortly after the explosion the door fell forward to a room filled with smoke that was quickly leaving from the new opening. Standing through the smoke he saw someone who appeared to be masked, he smirked at [member="Darth Tsolan"], "If this is a bad time, I could always come back.... Could you check the pantry before I go? I believe I left some food with my name on it and I believe it has gone bad by now."

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Food Storage
Objective: BOOM BOOM!

Tsolan grinned as the man appeared at the doorway. So, his fun would start soon after all. "Oh, I think I've got it right here." His hand swiped across his chest and plucked a grenade which he quickly launched at the man. As for his own openness, Vulpesen was careful to remain behind a set of boxes. When someone was bigger than you, you generally didn't attack head on.

[member="Darth Ares"]

 

[Zac Grayson]

Location: Food Storage
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Tsolan"]
Objective: Win

Darth Ares spun around and kicked the grenade in the air to send it right back, a precise move that made knowing Makashi helpful then went back to standing just outside of the doorway. "I don't eat things that high in Iron." Darth Ares waited until the little sith would join him instead of playing catch as bombs weren't all that fun.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: Hangar Bay

Allies: N/A

James sat, high in the rafters of the hangar, watching for an enemy to appear. For this "tournament" James had brought all of his weapons, a vibrosword, six throwing knives, two retractable wrist mounted vibroknives, grappling gun/with hook, and was wearing his Iron Skin under his black and red, hooded coat. He twirled a throwing knife between his fingers as he waited. The rules were, no Force, and don't get knocked out of the ship, or just plain knocked out.

Now all James had to do was either outlast everyone else, or use his skills to give the rest a disadvantage...