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| The Spy and the Mercenary; Battle Arena Championship Round 1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 8 2011, 09:00 PM (280 Views) | |
| Zakkeg | Jan 8 2011, 09:00 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center] _________________________ ![]() [/align] Zakkeg stood in the Battle Arena, some sort of virtual reality Arena that had been designed to allow fighters to fight to their fullest extent without fear of having to die. VR missions. Zakkeg had never been one to train using Virtual Reality, his training had come straight from the field. He had been immersed in the battlefield from day one, and he wasn't sure how to take this strange Battle Arena thing. But when a call had gone out for the best fighters in the Galaxy to congregate to the Battle Arena and sign up for a Tournament of Champions, Zakkeg knew he had to be a part. True, he'd probably have to deal with Force Users, but that was why he had a Morellian Enforcer, a strong mind, and even stronger armor. The Exo-skeleton he wore was dark gray, augmenting his movements so he could match the speed of any Force User he happened to come across. He stepped into the virtual field, and suddenly found himself in the Cauldron of Rattatak. He looked around and saw cheering men and women everywhere, it was almost as if he was actually in that archaic Arena. He told himself to calm down and to not lose himself in the simulation, then he took a deep breath and waited for his opponent. |
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| Konur Rus | Jan 10 2011, 05:46 PM Post #2 |
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Konur had taken advantage of this tournament for a purpose of inquiry. However even in a VR world he didn't trust his identity to be out and about. So he forged a persona, Aeon Starcry, a serviceable Imperial Mercenary. It wasn't much of a disguise but it did more than enough to keep the regular man less than aware. Even then knowing he was a Knight was not as important as knowing which Knight. His reputation was still hinging and the last thing he needed was this incident to spread across the Holonet. Hence his uniform was something more flexible with his synthetic leather attire that served more as spandex like material with a mesh weave. A blast-proof vest would protect his chest as he found any armored chest piece to detract from mobility. Instead with the armored pieces to be scattered around his body for blocking purposes. It wouldn't have mattered if he had armored his chest with the same ultra-chrome as a death shot was a death shot. Fully suited with a black mask fitted with one crimson stripe wrapping around the hood he had his disguise fit. The moment he registered he felt a helmet may be of use, but then like the chestplate it would have been encumbering to his motion. So he opted for the lesser option and wore some anti-glare goggles that would protect his vision which was the only thing truly to matter. As he booted into the simulation upon the VR bed he felt his body disperse and fragment into a holographic Aether. Feeling himself trapped into a void small voices swarm through his mind processing his identity, registration, and validated info. It was an instantaneous thing as he immediately 'Awoke' inside the the Rattataki Cauldron. He could only describe it as such as his body was in full motion and the dissonance between himself and the dream like state previously was removed. Instead he held sensation and could breathe. The simulation was quite astounding for should he had not been aware that he was in a machine he wouldn't have known. However, one sensation bugged him as his mind held the persevering sense of being afloat, not like in water but a free drifting as if gravity was not much of a weighing factor. Stoking his heart-rate he calmed himself as he approached the inner ring of the arena. Aeon as he was known now was met by cheering fans which seemed to be programs, but possibly could be Galactic viewers. He never was able to understand the technical intricacy of these things. He only knew VR was a hot item in the galaxy for the escape it allowed. Something he wasn't sure he was comfortable with the aspect of. Though his chance at deeper thought was completely aborted by the gates shutting behind him and the materialization of his weapons in his hands. At the other end of the circular field he bore a defensive stance using his hand in a ball catchers position while his right arm bore his Ryyk blade muck like a tonfa riding the edge of the blade up his arm. He moved strafing only to narrow and detract any ranged accuracy of his opponent. To initiate the battle he used the pneumatic reflex of his left hand to manipulate this simulated 'Force' to volley a rock at his opponent. He did not know this individual and vastly unfamiliarized with this likely non-sensitive individuals combat style. So he took the lesser road posing himself in an opportune position to react. |
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| Zakkeg | Jan 11 2011, 02:43 PM Post #3 |
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Zakkeg watched his opponent materialize out of thin air, and drew some measure of respect from the man in that he didn't stop to talk before he started fighting. This was a man who had seen real combat once or twice in his lifetime, Zakkeg figured, even if the opening move the man made was a simple rock throw. Zakkeg knew it for what it was, a ploy, like putting a pawn out in a game of Dejarik to have it sacrificed, revealing a stronger piece that the opponent could then take in place of his lost pawn. Zakkeg wondered for a moment, how many credits this man had taken from some chump in a seedy Nar Shaddaa cantina. Just for a moment though. In the next moment all thoughts were dispelled as he acted, he couldn't let the rock hit him, it wouldn't do much damage but it would do some. He jumped to the side to avoid the rock being tossed at him, cursing his luck for drawing a force user as an opponent, but not taking the bait in taking his eyes off of his opponent. While he was in the air, he drew his Morellian Enforcer and popped off two bullets that echoed in the stadium, flying directly for his opponent's legs. The people of the Arena began to cheer at the bloodthirsty combatants and once more Zakkeg felt disoriented with the VR field. He shook his head, and waited for his opponent's next move, drawing his sword in the other hand as his Morellian Enforcer. |
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| Konur Rus | Jan 13 2011, 04:16 AM Post #4 |
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The expectation was not a distraction but to truthfully force his opponent to engage the offensive. In this he made his offender expose and exhaust himself while he reserved and calculated. Though it was much like he expected from some of his opponents. He had little to worry about when considering energy based attacks, but it was the more vile slugthrowers that would prove tedious. Truly his only defense against such things was an energy buckler that projected a disc like shield. Though that was something for more of a melee instance. So instead of blocking the shots he evaded them by channeling the force into his form into a small non-exhausting burst of speed. Combined with inertia it formed his his already moving strafe into a phantom stride vanishing him from the shots intended range. While they were aimed at his legs he expertly arched himself over their trajectory with the lunge in his step. Reserving his energies he worked to minimize the call of it and instead of calling on speed or inertia again made a natural but athletic sprint. In his quick sprint he managed to close the gap of 120 ft that separated them in a quick measure of about 3 seconds moving at an average of 22mph. However instead of facing his opponent head on he measured his energies and focused upon the close radius of his opponent finding the rough surface powdered with earthy fine gravel. Instead of striking forward he he sweeps his right arm to splash the loose earth upwards into a noxious cloud in his opponents face. This swipe was something of a loosely broaden telekinetic push meant to disturb the area with telekinetic pressure and not damage. This was something Konur felt he was privileged to use at his advantage instead of wasting time duck hunting in open spaces he would create his own cloak of darkness. If this would truly hamper his opponent was unknown, but it was a greater and more tactical distraction as the dust was heavy. With this moment at hand he leaps through projection of his bodies inertia (manipulating his current momentum) in the force over his opponent. Effectively he lands like a crouched vornskr, deathly equipped and spring loaded at his heels. His buckler would come to life spreading out a small disc of energy around his arm 14 inches in diameter. His other hand still clutched the tonfa styled Ryyk blade like a folded wing against his his elbow. In this moment he calls upon the force once more to embody him in a charge shifting the Ryyk blade outwards in a lunging arc leaving his shielded arm free to block. Aeon's body torques to spike his victim in the core. Though even with a failed attempt he keeps a thought to follow up with a back hand graze to slice his opponent upwards at an angle.
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| Zakkeg | Jan 16 2011, 11:56 PM Post #5 |
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Zakkeg grunted and then closed his eyes when he realized what it was that the Mercenary was attempting to do to him. He received a dust spray to the face that pissed him off rather well, but was otherwise ineffective in it's intended purpose. But it did distract him for a moment from the fact that the Mercenary had jumped behind him. He turned sharply when he heard the sound of the Mercenary hit the ground, although it was a faint rustle. He holstered the gun quickly as the Mercenary, tried to pounce on him and impale him with his blade. Zakkeg jumped backwards, just in time to avoid the first attack, which would have been a rather painful end to a quick fight that Zakkeg hoped to at least last a bit longer in. He brought his sword to bare in a block against the upwards swing that would have arced into his chest, blocking his opponent as he was on the ground about waist level. He stepped back then whirling to the side, allowing the blade to proceed upwards into the air, as he moved to slash into the kneeling man's back with his own slash. |
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| Zakkeg | Jan 28 2011, 08:13 AM Post #6 |
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Zakkeg was surprised to feel the result of his blade penetrating the armor of the Mercenary. He could feel the flesh being torn asunder beneath the armor as well, and turned to see the Mercenary falling forward to the ground in a slump. It was surprising, because it almost felt like a real kill, like the man had been truly destroyed by the blade of the spy. He pulled the blade from the man's back and extended it in a jerking motion the side, the virtual blood spraying off and decorating the side of the Arena. He looked at the crowd and yelled, "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?" They cheered in delight, and just as Zakkeg threw his arms in the air in victory, the virtual field retreated and he was left in the room where he had been put under. |
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