The Arena

[Vortex]

Have a grudge? Take it here.

Don't have a grudge? Make one here.

That's right, this is the thread dedicated to people just coming in and beating the daylights out of each other, story related or not.

Have fun.

[Darth Morder]

OOC: is the Area's entrance greater than 13' Tall?

[Miasmo]

OOC: I don't think it matters.

[Wolfe_13]

Final answer?...The questin rang through Darth Jack's mind...He had heard it too much. With in a blink of an eye the room filled with darkness. A sharp noise of steel upon steel made the crowd shudder....

someone finish this....

P.s....to whom it may concern I had to bring it up, it was humorous.

[Wolfe_13]

It may be a little off topic but whatever.

[Leia]

*Leia ignites her yellow lightsaber and lops of Wolfe's head* style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif

[Darth Morder]

Originally posted by Miasma@Mar 9 2004, 12:53 PM
OOC: I don't think it matters.
OOC: Look at my question, look at my avatar & member title and you'll see that it does

[Miasmo]

No, I don't think it matters. This place is to get people pumped up, and maybe even start some grudges, which may breed more rp threads. It's a place where you can fight even if you don't want to join an rp.

Don't tell me Vortex has to come in and show you kids how it's done... style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wink.gif

[Darth Morder]

Ok I think I need to explain myself better.

If the entrance here is smaller that at the least 12' 8" I'll end up having to smash through the walls to get inside.

[Wolfe_13]

Thank you for lopping my head off leia.

[Miasmo]

Originally posted by Darth Morder@Mar 8 2004, 09:07 PM
Ok I think I need to explain myself better.

If the entrance here is smaller that at the least 12' 8" I'll end up having to smash through the walls to get inside.
The arena's dimensions can change to fit your character. It doesn't really matter. Just make it work.

[Darth Morder]

Amellysan steps into the arena picks up wolfe's head and throws it at leia.

[Leia]

Originally posted by Wolfe_13@Mar 8 2004, 10:10 PM
Thank you for lopping my head off leia.
Oh you're quite welcome.

*Deflects Wolfe's flying head*

[Darth Morder]

* Enraged at the near miss picks up leia and throws her to the other side of the arena*

[Leia]

*Leia uses her force powers to land gracefully on her feet*

[Vortex]

OOC: Okay, I think you guys don't quite get it...
You don't just post one sentance, and have that be some uber mode (Controlling other person's character, I.E. Killing them)

You write a paragraph or two detailing a portion of the fight. Things like blocks and dodges and insignificant hits can be RPed for the other person, unless they object to it, because these events have no real bearing on the victor. Usually the post ends with some action that will do significant damage or affect, and leaves it open ended. The next post, by the victim, allows for them to post about them getting hit, or explain how they avoided it.

In the end, the one that is more convincing of a successful fighter, and knows how to kill the opponent, will no doubt win.

[Leia]

Too much work

*Leia leaves*

[Edgeomatic]

suddenly all eyes turn to the 13 year old that enters the arena, he smiles, shoots a rodian in the crowd thats laughing, and sais, "What?" and imediently lunges at the giants leg to no avail.

[Darth Morder]

kicks her leg towards the audience intending to throw dak into them.

[Edgeomatic]

ducks just in time and cockily raises his arms and the crowd goes wild. "HAHA" he laughs

[Darth Morder]

only to have the giant fall and land on top of him.

[Edgeomatic]

"o shhhhhh" is the only words that he managed to say. lucky for him she only landed on his leg(which is broken). the arena want silent and the giant looked over at him thinking he was dead but he managed to get off a shot before she picked him up.

[Darth Morder]

still pick him up she did and hurtled him into the crowd that he but recently shot at.

[Edgeomatic]

horribly injured and barely livng dak crawled to her fett and tried to pick up his blaster but didnt have the strength. the announcer said , "do u give up"
dak managed to squek out no. and tried to hit the boot of the giant, but she didnt even feel it.

[Darth Morder]

Though he most definantly felt the boot coming onto his head.

[Edgeomatic]

in a bloody heap he died (or did he.jk)

[Darth Morder]

Using her Clerical powers resurects Dak and asks "You want round 2?"

[Edgeomatic]

" umm nooo!" he begins to turn around and exit but feels hands around his hips "damn!" he points at the hand and pulls out a mini falmethrower and sprays her hand with eat. she imediantly lets go and falls and then he runs at her face w/ his electric rope and ties it around her hands and feet \. he jumps on top of her face pulls out a vibroblade and yells "take this" and comes raises it up about to slash.

[Darth Morder]

Embraces Dak in a bearhug and jumps so that her stomache slammed against the floor.

[Edgeomatic]

a now boneless dak dies

[Darth Morder]

satisfied with two successes leaves the once human known as Dak on the floor and leaves the Arena.

[Edgeomatic]

Suddenl u feel something drop on youre head, too big to be a rock and then something drops in ure hair, "u then see dak on youre shoulder and he cuts u w/ a vibroblade. jumps in front on u and say, "living in kamino payed off howd u like my clone." then the detanator in ure hair explodes and she flinches then lunge for her for her face and yell, "eat this!"

[Darth Morder]

Without a care in the world continues to walk out of the arena. and if he gets in the way at all ends up stepping on Dak on the way out.

[Edgeomatic]

smiling he goes "womp rat. u r a baby!!!"

[Vortex]

*mumbles something about having to show the newbies how it's done this weekend*

I guess I should lay down SOME rules. I mean, no serious problems yet, but it looks like we're heading that way.

1) Mode: To mode is "to control another character without permission" Obviously some moding is required in certain situations. For instance, if you've been caught in a bear hug, and you self destruct, posting that the person holding you is caught in the explosion is acceptable. However, describing the damage done to them is not. Like I said before, simple things like punches and kicks to insignificant areas are allowed to be moded.

2) Death: When you are done excessive amounts of damage, you should either post that you die, or that you collapse, or give up, and let the paramedics do their job. If you obviously are done far too much damage to still be alive, it's called "God moding" i.e. acting as though you are god like

3) Damage: Damage is determined by the victim. However, that does NOT allow you to ignore actions that would hurt you. No character is invincable. If you get shot, caught in an explosion, or fall some horrendous distance, post damage. At the very least it should affect your characters movement.

There, simple enough, I explained it as throughouly as I could possibly imagine anyone needing it.

[Vortex]

Entering the dusty grounds of the arena was a man who at first glance resembled a storm trooper. However, he had given up his trademark black and white colors for a more suitable silver and tuscan red combonation. He wore a helmet, though the mouthplate had been retracted into it. The result was that you could actually see he was indeed a human.

"The greatest of battles, the most glorious of conflicts only arise when the existance of one side endangers the existance of the other. The light and the dark are perpetually in combat with each other, all through eternity. I am here to play my part on behalf of the darkness."

His speech was loud and clear, and filled with enthusiasm. His posture was straightened and noble, adding to the impressive image.

"Send me a Jedi," was his only request.

Cyrill had yet to show the public what he was capable of, and now it was time.

[Edgeomatic]

Sora immeiantly stepped up to the challenge, "your hearts been swallowed in darkness. I wont let my heart be like yours." and immediantly cast the spell of arego and an whirlwind surrond him to protect sora then uses graviga on him which engulfs him

[Momin327]

*A TIE Interceptor flies overhead, docking in the hangar. Out strides Lt. Jak Lennox (see Holo-hub for biographical info), a highly decorated Imperial fighter pilot.*

How long has this fighting been going on?

[Vortex]

Out of character: 2 tips for you, before I respond to your post. One, If you are going to use energy zapping moves like spells, then don't use multiple spells before allowing the opponent to react. It's sort of like assuming your opponent isn't fast enough to do anything after the first spell. Two, you should describe your spells. Spell names won't give enough information for successful RPing.

Also, I decided that everything that goes on in the Arena, deaths, dismemberments, etc, is self contained. You're dead, but only in the arena, unless you so chose.

[Miasmo]

A trim old man enters The Arena. He observes a skirmish taking place near the center of the battlefield and he approaches cautiously, stopping close enough so that his announcement may be heard. Before he requested the attention of the fighters, he observed that there was much indecision in them on exactly how their battle should proceed.

One might assume that war follows no rules, but assumptions such as this will lead to an early, almost certainly painful death. Life follows rules. Those who acknowledge the rules shall be victorious, even if it is only over himself.

This old man stands just under 2 meters. Short, thinning, unkempt hair shines silver underneath the boiling sun. He wears a thin but snug long-sleeved shirt and smugglers pants with a few pockets sewn randomly along the outside of each leg. One holster; filled with one blaster. He would appear to be a washed up smuggler if it werent for a luxurious crimson cape that he has now taken into one hand, holding it out above his head, as it catches the winds movement ever so slightly. He was ready to enter the lives of these very living creatures. He was ready for death.

The man called out to his own, with a voice that seemed too young for him. Too clean.

"Fellow beings! I am Hesh! I have come here to live, or if the great pattern should so choose, to die. I will wait for you to decide each others fate, but I will not wait long before I decide for you. I will fight the victor. The victor is never safe in life. The best will always be bested. The pattern is clear about this. If I shall die, then so be it. I am here to remind you that we are here, alive, right now. And death is the only thing that can take us away."

Hesh stood stone still, meeting his listeners with a calm, emotionless stare, cape still held high, waiting for any kind of response.

[Vortex]

(sorry for the delay)

Cyrill looked at the new arrivals, not pleased with their responses.

"The fighting," he began, "Is what is within us all. It has gone on since the dawn of time, and it shall continue to go on. As long as there is but two of us, there will inevitably be... battle!"

His attention then turned to the youth, who was apparently trying to conjure up something (Until you post what your spells do, I can't respond to them). "I do not wish to slaughter a child. Flee, grow up. Then return and face me as a man." His words were sincere. He saw no point in squashing someone who had potential to become a worthy adversary for him, years in the future.

He then turned to the only one that was viewed as a serious option to Cyrill, the one known as Hesh.

"It seems you have learned much of the ways of things in your years. Perhaps you and I shall fight before all is said and done," he said, his voice booming, yet calm and almost gentle. "However, I wish for a fight to test my limits, and I fear your old form would not be suitable for that mission."

With that, Cyrill returned to his waiting. He waited for a champion of the light, so that he might snuff it out.

[Vortex]

The wait had indeed been too long. A man cannot wait forever in the hopes of vanquishing those too afraid to confront him. No, he must journey on, seek new trials and new adversaries so that when the great force swallows him back into it's void, he shall know that his time spent in this mortal realm was indeed worth something.

For that reason, among many others, Cyrill decided to leave the arena. His destination was a planet that had produces a few jedi in it's time, and moreso a planet that was known in years past for it's corruption and violent way of life:

Tatooine

[Rann]

A tall human entered the arena. His cape blew back as he entered and revealed lightsabers that could be seen hanging from his belt. His armor, much resembleing the armor of the Republic clone trooper gleamed as if recently polished. Rann ((Rann's Info (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752&st=20))) glanced around the arena, it looked to be almost new.

"Not much fighting in here, but I can wait, I've waited for a long time."

With that Rann sat down, bowed his head and awaited a challenger.

[Miasmo]

Hesh, was ready for a battle. It was time to live, even if death was his fate. Life is death. Death is life.

He turned to the new contender, a caped man in trooper's armor, sitting not too far away. He pointed to him, nodded once, and dropped his own cape to the ground.

"I am Hesh. Name yourself or hold your tongue. It matters not. We will fight now."

[Rann]

Hearing the voice Rann got up and stood. Rann saw an old weary man standing before him. The old man talked as if he was a king very proud and elegant.
Rann silently unshethed his lightsaber preping for battle. He knew this old man was putting on a ploy trying to elude the senseless into thinking he was weak.

Rann could tell this man, Hesh as he called himself was a verteran of war and could really challenge him.

"They call me Rann the Jedi Hunter."

With that Rann prepared himself for battle.

[Miasmo]

Hesh raised an eyebrow. "Jedi Hunter, eh? Well, today feels like a fine day to die." It was unclear wether he was speaking to Rann or himself.

No sooner had the words left his lips did Hesh bolt forward, pulling his blaster from its home at his side and pointing it towards Rann. By the time he took his third step he had squeezed off two rounds.

[Rann]

Caught completly off guard by the old mans speed Rann hardly had time to react. Rolling to his side Rann's lightsaber flashed into action blocking the first shot, but the second scored a hit on his shoulder.
Rann jumped to his feet and threw his lightsaber at the man's feet. Taking another from his belt he tried to use it as a distraction to achieve the upper hand.

[Miasmo]

Hesh had apparently surprised Rann, as intended, yet Hesh himself was still surprised to catch Rann's shoulder with his second laserbolt. There was little room for contemplation though, as Rann's saber came flying at his feet. Unable to slow down in time, Hesh jumped and dove forward. He tucked his had down as his body arced downward and he completed a somersault on the ground. When he came rightside up again he instinctively stopped himself with one foot flat on the ground and propped his gun on the bent knee of that same leg. It was not pointed directly at Rann, since it was only an instinctive reaction, but Hesh quickly adjusted his aim and fired repeatedly at Rann's feet.

He thought to himself. 'That's right. I brought my dancing shoes. Let's see if you brought yours.'

[Rann]

Rann saw the shots in time to jump over them, as he jumped he flipped forward. As he was upside down Rann pulled a blaster rifle from inside his cloak. Now fully upright and falling toward Hesh Rann fired some shots of his own, at Hesh's head.

Rann thought to himself "This Hesh is very good...."

[Miasmo]

Hesh had expected his opponent to ignite his saber as he flipped closer, but instead he had pulled a blaster. This guy must have been hunting some nasty Jedi. There was little time to process this turn of events but Hesh did his best.

As Rann fired at his head, he rolled to the side. He was thinking for his life now. Thinking crazy thoughts.

After he gathered his footing he stood up and put his own blaster to his head, staring down Rann with wild eyes. Crazy thoughts. He started slowly backwards, letting his free hand rest above a packed pants pocket. He gave a few quick looks beside him. Not too far away were his cape and the saber Rann had discarded.

[Rann]

Rann noticed Hesh sneaking glances at to his side looking at the lightsaber and cape. What could this man be thinking.

Rann then remembered his shoulder and it still burned from the shot. It had hit right between where his shoulder pad stopped and arm pad began. He was lucky most of the shot had still been absorbed by his armor.

Rann clutched his weapons been a long time scince he needed both. he spoke slowly to Hesh "Make your move" with that Rann awaited his move.

[Miasmo]

Keeping the gun to his head, Hesh whipped out fist-sized object out of his pocket and tossed it aside in the direction of the saber.

*clink* *clink* *clink*

It produced a metalic sound as it bounced a few times before slowing to a roll. Hesh's cape, conveniently placed next to Rann's saber, stopped the object from rolling any further. It could now be identified.

A thermal detonator. And only two seconds until ouch time. Hesh then pointed his blaster at Rann and fled away from the detonator to avoid the explosion.

[Rann]

Rann saw the thermal detonater as it rolled to a stop. Rann did the only thing he could do run away keeping his eyes on the old man as long as he could.

Booom

The thermal detonater exploded sending fragments everywhere Rann waited for the dust to clear.

[Miasmo]

Success!

Hesh was happy with the results of his gamble. He waited just a few seconds after the explosion so as to avoid any flying debris. They were, after all, fighting on an arena floor of rocky dirt, and there was also Rann's saber in the middle of that explosion that surely sent some deadly shards soaring.

A few seconds was all he could afford though. Hesh double backed and ran into the cloud of smoke, just as fast as he had ran from it, all the while fixing his aim on Rann, who was aiming right back at him until the smoke separated them for the moment.

[Rann]

As the smoke cleared Rann saw Hesh standing in the smoke gun raised and pointed at Rann. Rann raised his own at Hesh he ignited his lightsaber it glowed a dark green. He awaited for Hesh's move.

[Miasmo]

Hesh stood with his gun aimed at Rann and his green saber. In his free hand, he held close to his side a short grappling rod he had pulled from another pocket while hidden in the smoke cloud. He aimed at a wide pillar several yards away on the edge of the arena, back the way he had come. The handle spit out the rod with tremendous speed and force, penetrating the rock pillar a second later, roughly 20 feet above the ground. It was higher than Hesh had hoped for, but there wasn't much he could do now unless he let go of the handle and allowed it to retract without him.

Hesh prepared himself for the flight to the pillar and fired more shots towards Rann's feet as he hit the retract button.

[Rann]

Rann watched as Hesh fired the grappling rod into the pillar. Jumping backwards to avoid the blaster shots aimed low at him. Rann crouched and took aim not at Hesh but at the grappling hook. Rann fired at the place on the pillar where tit had connected hoping to sever the rope and hook.

[Miasmo]

Hesh kept firing as he was pulled toward the pillar. When Rann started firing back, he felt like a sitting duck. But the shots missed him badly. Hesh then realized that they were meant to miss. He looked back at the quickly approaching pillar to see the lasers pelting it very close to the grapple rod. Now he felt even more helpless.

He was almost there and before he could decide wether to drop or hold on, the rod came loose. He descended about 10 feet before he crashed into the pillar on his side. He felt his his body give up for a moment as he fell to the ground hard.

He stared at Rann with blurred vision, lying on his stomach.

[Rann]

Rann saw his chance as Hesh plumeted to the ground. Rann ran towards Hesh's body lying on the ground. He walked up to Hesh and pointed his lightsaber at the old man's face.

Rann spoke slow and in a emotionless voice "This has been one of the more challenging battles I've had in a long time, for that I will let you live. But if you do wish to continue know that will show you no more mercy"

With that Rann kept his lightsaber steady at Hesh's face.

[Miasmo]

Hesh new his fate when he had hit the ground. The force of the impact with the pillar had cracked his spine. His legs were useless. At the moment, one hand was in front of him and the other in a pocket. His gun was to the side and out of reach. It was a nice blaster, he had bought it off a shady character in a cantina two days ago. It was funny how that came to his mind now.

"I am glad to see mercy still finds a home in the universe these days. I am glad to receive it from such a worthy opponent. You are kind, and I shall return the favor by giving you a chance to live. "You have 4 seconds, Rann, until ouch time."

Just then then a click and a soft whistle sounded from Hesh's pocket. He smiled at the blur before him for the first and last time.

"Use them wisely."

[Rann]

Hearing the click Rann's adrenaline started pumping.

"D style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/censored.gif it old man!"

Turning off his lightsaber and dropping his blaster, Rann jumped away from Hesh and rolled about 5 feet. He covered his head with his arms getting ready for impact.

Booom

Heat and fire tickled Rann's back as his cloak and armor were singed. Shrapnel bounced off his armor as it flew towards him one striking him in the calf. Sitting still for what seemed like hours Rann finnaly rose.

He got up but almost fell back to the ground. The shrapnel had gone into his calf muscle and was making it hard to walk. He got back up and limped over to a the nearest wall abandoning his cloak he sat down with a hard thud.

His back, burned, shoulder and leg wounded. He was just glad to be alive after such a fight. Rann stared into space wondering what would happen next.

[Vortex]

On the far edge of the battlefield there was a doorway, used to prevent early departure, and unwanted intrusion. It was a large, heavy door, capable of preventing entry by anything short of a Rancor. However, the man that approached the door had promptly "persuaded" the guards to allow him to enter next.

The sound of his breathing, a slow, gentle breath, almost sipping the air, could be heard by those around him, and strangely they felt relaxed. With a nod, the door was hoisted open, gears clammering and circuitry humming as the technological measures were put into place. The repeated clicks as the door slid into place were in time with the man's steps.

Peering out from behind the helmet, he spotted the one he was sent to test...

This.. Rann fellow had proved himself a potential student, and it was time for him to discover the extent of his power.

"Fight me, young warrior, for if you are successful, the reward will be power beyond your imagining, beyond the limits of normal men. You will be just shy... of a god!"

With that, Cyrill rushed across the battlefield with force-enhanced speed.

[Rann]

Rann still a little groggy from the fight with Hesh, heard somebody, or something talking.

"...shy...of a god!"

Rann heard the voice, it spoke with such hatred, such ferocity. He snapped out of his dream like state. Someone was running at him, quite fast, he didn't look freindly.
Quickly Rann dived to his left trying to get out of the path of the running man. Crouched Rann pulled out a lightsaber, without igniting it Rann yelled to the man, "Who are you!"

[Vortex]

Cyrill swerved about, dust kicking up from his boots, in order to face Rann. The answer to his question would come all too soon, and with unexpected results.

"Cyrill! A Sith Lord!" he bellowed, his voice commanding respect, and also shaking the very air about them. As soon as Rann would hear the voice, he would no doubt hear the force energy accompanied with it by the crimson-clad banshee.

Relentless, as it was his nature, Cyrill lept forward at the disoriented Rann, collapsing into a roll. From the ball of red and gold, a foot struck out at his opponents legs.

[Rann]

A Jedi, I hate Jed...

Rann couldn't finish his thought, his legs were kicked out from beneath him. Falling face first into the floor, Rann rolled to the side.
Anger surged through Rann's veins as he tried to gather himself, he stood and faced his enemy, lightsaber ignited. "Lets go!" Rann spoke ferociously.

[Vortex]

A sly grin crept across Cyrill's face. This one had a bit of fire within him. It would have to be properly fueled and cultivated into a blistering flame.

He slowed down, taking a broad stance with his chest facing his enemy. Such a vulnerable stance was a sign of the utmost confidence.

"Let's go? Allright. Just remember, you are the one who first ignited The Light. It is only fire that I use it against you," Cyrill explained. His fingers, which dangled about his side, danced for a bit, and then, with a snap, an odd cylinder lept from his side and into his clutch. As he flung his hand forward, the aiming process being subconsious, and highly accurate due to his force sensativity, he fired a shot off, deliberately at the blade in order to show the effect.

The shot that was fired was indeed the same energy signature of the blade of light. It would not simply bounce, if it struck it's target, it would crackle, and explode with a spray of sparks not unlike when two sabers clash.

[Rann]

Rann watched as the shot fired at him hit his lightsaber, sparks flew as it meet with his lightsaber. Much like when two lightsabers strike each other. It was surprising but only for a second.

A Jedi that doesn't like lightsabers. Thats new.

Rann turned to his opponent, Rann wanted him to make the first move, hopefully he would be swift enough to react to it.

[Vortex]

Again Cyrill launched himself towards his opponent, swinging about his lightlauncher in order to get off a shot. However, he knew he would never land a hit with that pesky saber in the way.

"Infadel!" He spat out, his very voice being a weapon against Rann. The air once again shook, however this time, it was directly aimed at the hand grasping the saber. With the sonic equivalent to a baseball bat, the voice struck out at Rann's unsuspecting hand.

All the while Cyrill took aim again, blasting at the other side's shoulder, hoping to land a hit regardless of the result of his sonic attack.

[Rann]

Rann's hand shook violently, he couldn't hold his grasp on the hilt, it slipped from his hands, and landed on the floor. At that same moment another beam of light hit Rann in his shoulder.

"Ahh!"

The light had scorched his shoulder leaving it burnt and charred. His shoulder armor was mostly gone now. Rann fell backwards onto the arena floor. He was quickly trying to think of a plan of action.

[Vortex]

...

"It seems my master was mistaken..." Cyrill stated.

With this, he decided it was time to finish the little test of sorts. Such an early finish warranted only one result.

Cyrill pointed his lightlauncher immediately at Rann's head, his thumb on the trigger.

"I was hoping to break a sweat. Too bad" He said, the strong, emphatic tone having left his voice, now only a casual one, disappointed and annoyed one remained.

He pulled the trigger.

[Rann]

Rann smiled, You gave me to much warning.

Quickly rolling to his right the shot missed by inches. Immediately Rann sprang up, pulling out his last lightsaber he charged at his enemy.

Rann faked a downward swing and kicked out with his foot hoping to knock his oppenent down.

[Vortex]

The foot did indeed strike, and knock Cyrill right onto his back. The tactic was a surprise, to say the least, however it was not something Cyrill couldn't deal with.

He spun about on the ground, righting himself through the dustcloud that he had kicked up. Taking advantage of his camoflauge, he fired several shots towards his opponent's last known position.

The shots were pretty quick in succession, and varied in position, it would be a true test of his skill with a saber.

[Rann]

Rann walked through the dust looking for his fallen foe. Suddenly shots were fired in his general direction.

Using his lightsaber Rann blocked the first two coming at his chest and arm, a third slipped through and hit him in the leg, Rann knocked the last shot coming towards his face into the ceiling.

Ignoring his new wound Rann waited for the dust to clear.

Lets end this. Rann thought to himself.

[Vortex]

Cyrill had about enough of this.

The little scrap needed to learn the true meaning of battle, but it was not up to Cyrill to do so. He had more important concerns at the moment.

Now clearly visable, he reached up and tapped a button on the side of his helmet. SHKKT! A mouthplate slid over his face, hiding his mouth completely.

"Now you're in trouble," Cyrill explained. Even this soft-spoken statement shook the air, a prelude of things to come.

Cyrill arched his back, taking in a large gulp of air... Then he yelled.

"YOU FAIL!!"

The voice was far beyond anything that he had used prior. Pushing his force power above his norm, and being greatly aided by the devices within his helmet, the powerful voice would hit Rann like a freight train. Akin to the mighty backhand of a rancor, the energy was widespread, and overwhealming, easily enough to knock a man of Rann's weight off his feet.

Cyrill sheathed his lightlauncher.

[Rann]

"YOU FAIL!!"

The voice shook the ground as he yelled.

Oomph!

Rann was knocked back by the great sonic waves hitting him. It sent him sliding on the ground slowing down and stopping after about twenty feet.

Rann gathered himself from the his fall. Reaching his hand out to find his saber. Finnally grasping the hilt Rann pushed himself up. Still a little unsteady from the prior attack, he ignited his lightsaber bracing for another sonic attack.

[Vortex]

OOC: ?
um, my character doesn't have a lightaber, so how could he have ignited one?

[Rann]

OOC: Oh sorry I missread lightlauncher as lightsaber style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/blush.gif. Sorry about that I'll fix my post.

[Vortex]

He murmers, yet the murmer, as quiet as it is, still shook the air with a subtle energy.

"You have no heart... no passion. You are weak. If you only defend yourself, you will never triumph. You can never gain more if you only sit, stagnant, waiting for things to happen."

Cyrill was starting to leave the Arena.

"A lifeless warrior is no warrior at all."

With that, his sound-enhancing mask retracted.

[Rann]

"What!! Lifeless warrior! Will see what happens when you go on defense you fool!" Rann yelled his voice small in comparison to his enemy's.

"Those who wait will prey on the impatient enemy!"

Rann charged at his enemy, his eyes full of bloodlust. Catching up to him Rann swung his lightsaber at his turned head with only one thought in mind.

Die Jedi, die.

[Vortex]

Cyrill spun about, having been warned of Rann's approach by his excessively noisy initiation. He had no tolerance for the man anymore, such wild, uncontrolled actions were an insult to him.

The swing was easily avoided by a backstep, giving Cyrill ample time to snatch his two lightlaunchers from their respective holsters. He stopped, shortly after, with one pointed at Rann's head, and the other pointed at his midsection.

There he stood, roughly 2 meters away, just out of the reach of any lightsaber attack. If Rann moved the slightest of inches, both triggers would be pushed, and Rann would find himself sporting two new body windows.

"Its over," Cyrill said definitively.

"If you wish to learn how to be a warrior, follow me. But, you will have to work hard before you gain the rank of apprentice. Understand this."

He stood there, unflinching, waiting for the response, before adding. "The choice is within your hands. Either venture to become a god... or be crushed by one right here."

[Rann]

Overwhelmed by his hatred and his lust to kill, Rann tried to clear his head.

Should I go with him...if I don't I die.... if I do I won't die.... but I will have to work with him...

After ten minutes of debating with himself Rann dropped his lightsaber to the floor.

Rann spoke, "I....will go with you. Let me gather my things."

Rann turned and looked for his lightsabers, he found them easily enough only two remained, he walked back to Cyrill.

"Lead and I will follow."

[Vortex]

A smile, a grin of grim satisfaction crept across Cyrill's lips.

"It seems you are malleable enough," he informed.

With that, he exited the arena, and travelled up onto his Deep Space Tie Fighter, which was nearby. Leaving the hatch open, he began to power up the systems, ready to take off as soon as Rann was aboard.

[Rann]

Rann walked aboard the Tie Fighter, Rann scanned the insides of the ship taking it all in.

He looked for a place to sit.

[Cassus Fett]

Zandar (same species as Yoda but Dark Green in skin) stands in the arena entrance, in full armour and a small helmet. A small shield is in one arm and a small vibrosword in the other

*shouting* Who Wants Some??

[Rann]

Torroorw walked into the arena. Torroorw was a Wookie, about 7 feet tall, covered in dark brown fur, and holding a vibrosword in his hand, he also had a blaster strapped to his thigh.

Torroorw saw the small creature in the arena shouting.
"Who wants some?!"

"I'd be happy to take some." said Torroorw in shirriwook(sp) to the small creature. With a wicked grin on his Torroorw approached the small thing.

[Edgeomatic]

Kaniz, an armored-clad Dug, walks through the arena gates on his hands. In his feet are a vibroaxe and Carbine blaster rifle. Charging up the rifle he says in his native tounge of Malastarian, "Get read to die!"

[kevin31]

After Kaniz enters the arena, Nat Kertagg drops into an empty seat from the air, easing the power off on his jetpack. He settles in and prepares to watch the upcoming battle.

[Cassus Fett]

Zandar leaps towards Torroorw swinging his vibrosword towards Torroorw

[Rann]

Torroorw watched as the small creature jumped at him swinging his vibrosword widly. Before Torroorw could move completly out of the way the thing's vibrosword managed to cut into his arm, causing a slight gash to form.

Ignroing his injury Torroorw turned upon the small creature. "Arghrrrrr!" Torroorw went running after the small creature when he was within striking distance Torroorw swung low hopefully hitting the creature square in the chest.

[Cassus Fett]

Zandar blocked the hit with his shield, but the force of the attack sent him back a few feet

Zandar enfueled with rage, runs towards Torroorw and at the last moment jumps up, hoping to hit Torroorw in the middle of his forehead

[kevin31]

Nat Kertagg orders an alcoholic beverage from a nearby vendor

[Rann]

OOC: Just wondering you are trying to hit me with the blade and not the hilt of your sword right?

[Cassus Fett]

OOC: no the bottom of the hilt, to knock you out lol

[Rann]

Torroorw watched in slow motion as Zandar leaped at him again. Surprising even himself Torroorw managed to sidestep the blow sending Zandar flying past him, however before Zandar could land Torroorw aimed at kick at him, hoping to send him further.

[Cassus Fett]

Torroorw kick sent Zandar further away, winding him

Zandar droped his shield and pulled out another vibrosword with two in his hand he beckoned Torroorw to come to him

[Rann]

"Grooorw!"

Torroorw screamed as he charged at Zandar, when Torroorw got within 10 feet of Zandar he feinted a swing to the right but instead swung down, aiming for the head.

[kevin31]

Nat Kertagg orders another alcoholic drink.

[Cassus Fett]

Zandar blocks the on coming blow with his virbrosword in his right arms while he swings with his vibrosword in his left at Torroorw's chest

[Sith_Lord_Peran]

A jawa enters the arena, covered in metal plating with big,yellow glowing eyes, holding a vibro-knife in each hand.

[Rann]

Unable to dodge Torroorw recieves another slash across the chest kicking out instinctivly at Zandar Torroorw hopes to distance himself from the small creature.

OOC: Feel free to start your own battles no need to wait for anyone the else to finish, the arena is big enough for all style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin.gif

[Cassus Fett]

Zandar unable to block his Torroorw's kick is sent flying back widing him badly

"Come on, come and get some you big walking carpet" he shouts as beckons Torroorw to come to him once again

[Rann]

Toorrorw could stand this tiny thing no more his blood boiled as he stared at Zandar he didn't even try to contain himself with unnatural speed for a "calm" wookie Toorrorw hurled himself at Zandar sword swinging widly not even bothering to aim for a specific spot any spot would do when the force of an enraged wookie was behind the blow.

[Cassus Fett]

Zandar blocked Toorrorw blow and then bowed

"Good fight, Toorrorw"