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Post by raith91 on Jan 26, 2011 0:30:08 GMT -7
Krevek "Tala'den" Vervor
"The Blood Rage" 
The crowd was loud, but the venue was not the largest that Krevek had fought in. No, the Colosseum on Geonosis was larger, but this arena here on the smuggler's moon would have to make due. While the fights were better on Geonosis, Nar Shaddaa had more fights, more jobs, more targets to kill.
Sliding his helmet onto his head, Krevek loosens up his muscles and rolls his neck. He could already hear the announcer beginning his salutations and introductions. The Smugglers and Crime Bosses above were dumping their money into the arena, hoping to make a quick profit off of the fight, an added bonus to the show they were about to witness. It almost made Krevek laugh, thinking how many of them were about to lose their money. The odds were stacked against him, 3:1, but that meant nothing to Krevek. It was a bout of him vs five members of the well known "Infamous-City-Scalers" gang, including their gang leader Jeyu Ianti. This criminal had a debt to the Hutts, and the Hutts often would forgive the debt if the criminal was willing to fight in a deathmatch on Nar Shaddaa. These matches, especially one with as much hype as this, brought in enough money to pay the debt a thousand times over, so the Hutts were getting more than just their money's worth. On the other hand, when the criminals lost then that at least took care of that problem. Krevek took fighting crime to a whole new meaning.
"Ladies, Gentleman, and Scoundrels: Welcome to the main event of the evening! Betting is now closed as we proceed to the fight that you have all been waiting for! Before we introduce our combatants, let's hear it one more time for our host and Proprietor Evischaux the Hutt!" The loud Twi'Lek voice booms in Galactic Basic. A round of half hearted cheers and applause follow as the Hutt waves from his luxury box.
"Now, without further ado, let's meet the combatants!" To this, a much louder cry of approval is heard as the doors on either end of the arena slowly begin to open, pyrotechnics dancing around the entryways.
"To the North, we have one of the most well known and feared gangs of Nar Shaddaa. Bringing five members to the arena to show off their combat prowess, please welcome The-Infamous City-Scalers! And if that's not enough to impress you, allow me to introduce the man who they all answer to, a notorious Intergalactic criminal, a man who is on the most wanted list of five different worlds including Coruscant, the leader of ICS: Jeyu Ianti!" The crowd cheers loudly as the gang led by the Zabrak criminal enters the arena.
The lights dim and the arena is filled with a crimson glow, signalling Krevek's entrance. "And to the South! You have seen him fight before, tearing his opponents limb from limb, he's fired more blaster bolts before your eyes than a droid army. Born from the fierce warrior culture and here to give you a spectacle is the Mandalorian himself. Please welcome: Tala'den, The Blood Rage!"
Krevek steps over the threshold and into the arena where many of his fans were screaming for him. As soon as he had crossed into the arena, he was no longer Krevek of the clan of Vervor. No, he was Tala'den. He stares down the five gang members, each of whom seemed to have the confidence that they could single handedly take on the mighty warrior. How wrong they were.
Jeyu Ianti approaches the middle of the arena where a protocol droid referee was awaiting the combatants. Tala'den makes his way to the center, his cold eyes locked on the overconfident gang leader.
"This will be a deathmatch, Hutt rules prevail. Only one energy shield per combatant, blasters, grenades, and blades are allowed. No rifles, thermal detonators, lightsabers, or sonic blasters allowed. Any attempt to escape or endanger the spectators is prohibited. Any violations will result in immediate disqualification."
Both combatants nod, and the Zabrak extends a hand. "Put 'er there Mandalorian. I'd love to shake the hand of my next victim." He sneers. Tala'den does not speak, only grasps the hand tightly much to the Zabrak's surprise. "Quite a grip, to bad a strong pup like you's gotta die." Tala'den takes a step back and looks back at his opponent. "Ne shab'rud'ni"(Don't screw with me) "That didn't sound too nice, perhaps insult me in a language I understand rather than your savage tongue, though you could never scare me." "Take a deep breath Di'kut, it'll be your last."
Tala'den returns to his side of the arena and primes his blasters. Jeyu returns to his gang who prepares for the battle as well. "Cin Vhetin." (Mandalorian Proverb) Tala'den reminds himself as he awaits the signal.
"In three...two...one...Fight!!!"
Tala'den leaps into action, his fingers continuously tapping the hair triggers on his Heavy Blasters. The barrage of blasts meets its first target, one of the gang members foolish enough to stand near the front of the group. He writhes and squirms in pain as the blaster bolts burn his flesh, having eaten through his shields at an alarming rate. The man falls to the ground as the others spread out to try and surround the Mandalorian.
Taking a leap to avoid the first barrage of blasters, Tala'den shifts his aim to another target, one with much thicker armor. He carefully sights in his pistol, and with a single blast he hits the man between the eyes, sending the man to the ground before he even had a second to realize he had been hit.
Two down, three to go. Tala'den works his way toward the third gang member. Thinking himself smart, the underling drops his blaster to unsheathe his vibroblade and takes a swing at Tala'den. The Mandalorian flicks his wrist and a short vibroblade extends from his wrist hilt and he blocks the incoming attack with. One blaster arm still free, he fires a blast into the man's face and turns to face the last two gang members.
"What are you waiting for?" Jeyu calls out to his last minion. The man obeys, charging the Mandalorian with his blasters firing as fast as his fingers would allow. Tala'den rolls out of the volley of bolts and fires two well placed shots at the man's feet, brining him to his knees. Charging forward, Tala'den stabs his blade through the man's chest, the act of which lifting the man and using his body to block the shots incoming from the remaining criminal.
Tala'den tosses the body aside and fires a bolt at Jeyu's hand, causing the blaster to fly out of his hand. With another sweep of his blade, he cuts the notorious criminal's remaining hand clean off and places the blade to the Zabrak's neck. He halts, and in Gladiator fashion he looks up to Evischaux the Hutt to await his approval. "Kill him! Kill him!" the crowd chants loudly. The Hutt nods, but suddenly Tala'den feels the Zabrak grabbing the blaster in his free hand. Tala'den kicks the blaster out of the criminal's hand and retrieves a grenade from his bandoleer. Arming the device, he delivers a punch to the Zabrak's abdomen which penetrate's his armor and into his flesh. Tala'den pulls his hand out, his gauntlet dripping with blood. He backs up as the Zabrak attempts to remove the explosive from within him, but his efforts are far too slow as the device renders him into a puddle of fleshy remains, blood raining down on the arena in a crimson downpour.
"Ladies and Gentleman, our winner and still champion: Tala'den, The Blood Rage!!!!"
Tala'den holsters his blasters and re-sheathes his blade as he proceeds back toward the door from which he had entered. He was not one who gloated in victory. The true glory came in his victory, flaunting it would do him nothing. He had enough of a reputation already, he was The Blood Rage.
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Post by Daniel on Jan 26, 2011 12:47:10 GMT -7
Vin Laatl watched from the stands as the Mandalorian decimated the gangsters. Yes, this was who they had been looking for. “Tala’den” would do just fine. He watched as the Mandalorian turned to leave the ring, covered in the remains of his opponents. Yes, he was the perfect choice. Laatl knew he would have no chance of speaking to the Mandalorian after the match, so he had placed a holoprojector in the exit and rigged it to activate when the Mandalorian left the ring.
As the Vervor neared the exit, the projector activated, displaying an image of Laatl.
“Good match, sir. Those gangsters were no match for you. But, of course, that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. Certain friends of mine have taken interest in you. We think that all of us might benefit from a certain “partnership.” No, I don’t need a response now. All the information you need is on this datapad. And, I needn’t tell you, but this meeting, such as it is, never happened.”
A compartment in the holoprojector opened, revealing a standard sized datapad.
Laatl watched to make sure the recording completed, and then left the stands. He was sure the Mandalorian would take the datapad. That, after all was part of the test. They needed someone careful, but willing to take risks. If he didn't take the datapad, he wasn't suited for the job. Laatl didn't go down to the dueling ring exit. He didn't need the projector anymore. It was programmed to self destruct 10 standard minutes after delivering the message. He had completed his mission, and it was all in the hands of his superiors now. Instead, he headed to a quiet room.
The Gran pulled out his comlink:
“I’ve made contact. Once he picks up the datapad I'll check to make sure the tracer is working. I watched his match, and he seems perfect for the job.”
“Very good. Hopefully he doesn’t discover the tracer. I wish it wasn’t necessary. We need his cooperation, and we don’t want him to have any reason to distrust us. But still, we can’t take any chances. Keep track of him. We don’t want to lose him if he discovers the tracer. But stay far enough back to not be noticed. Don’t move in unless the tracer malfunctions. And above all, do NOT be seen.”
“Ok, understood. Laatl out.”
Laatl headed to the spaceport. He had a Mandalorian to follow.
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Post by raith91 on Feb 3, 2011 2:19:37 GMT -7
Krevek "Tala'den" Vervor
"The Blood Rage"
Krevek exited the arena to find the hologram awaiting him. Such was not an uncommon sight, especially following a bout of this magnitude. Often times, crime lords, bounty seekers, and the like would attend a highly anticipated bout like the one which had just occurred, and place a hologram outside either end of the arena. Whoever won the deathmatch would be their man and the loser, well, the bout took care of that problem.
He listens to the projection silently and picks up the mentioned datapad. In a mere second, the information from the datapad was uploaded to his his visor HUD and would be stored in his helmet. Krevek made a point of not carrying datapads in the interest of safeguarding his own information. A datapad could be misplaced, but if he ever lost his helmet his head would likely have been still in it.
Text: Sullust. 32 standard hours. Korvack’s Cantina, basement. Third door from the right. Door behind hanging wall piece. 5034624298 Do not try anything. Security extremely tight. Failure to arrive will result in termination.Krevek almost wanted to laugh. These type were always so sure of themselves, so sure that he would accept the contract. No mention of compensation was mentioned, what was his motive to meet with these people? Failure to arrive will result in termination. Really? They think they could kill The Blood Rage? There was a reason that he was given that name, there was a reason that he was known as "The Galaxy's Most Dangerous Man". Regardless, Krevek was in a good mood. Seeing that Criminal explode into a bloody shower was just the pick-me-up that Krevek needed. Besides, jobs were always far more difficult and therefore rewarding than Deathmatches. Having erased the datapad, he tosses it to the side and proceeds toward the bounty office to collect his prize money. "Quite an impressive fight you had there eh Tala'den?" The Toydarian running the office says with a laugh. "Once again you've done Evischaux proud Mandalorian, and you've even taken the head of ICS, so I suppose you could call it a sort of 'Moral Victory' eh?" Krevek says nothing, merely holds out his hand to receive the credit chip. He had no bank account, he preferred to keep his money on his person. There was far too much fraud in the electronic banking system for him to trust it, not to mention all the high ranking people he'd killed would encourage even the most leisurely hacker to consider stealing from the man. "You never say much do you Mandalorian?" The Toydarian continues to pester. "I've never seen you without full body armor and never heard you speak, I’d have half a mind to think you a droid eh?" Krevek shakes his head at the Toydarian. "Anyway, back to business. Evischaux wants to see you to pick your next opponent." "I've got a job. I'm leaving the moon in an hour." "Wait… huh? You leaving when Evischaux already has another fight scheduled for you?" Krevek nods. "What should I tell Evischaux?" "Tell him to watch his back, for all I know he's the target." Without another word Krevek exits the bounty office leaving the toydarian speechless. He heads to the spaceport where his fighter was docked. He climbs in and punches in the coordinates for Sullust. He still found it ridiculous how vague this potential employer was being about everything, but then again when you are in the killing business things are often hush-hush. He boards his ship, a personal spacecraft designed for being fast enough to outrun pursuit, but strong enough for a sizeable dog-fighting prowess. He boards the craft, his launch codes being readied at all times due to his nature to leave the smugglers moon abruptly. The long trip was made short by the hyperdrive core and he arrives in the Sullust system quickly. He radios down to the planet surface to gain his landing credentials. Hope they didn't forget my landing clearance in their haste. "Landing authority, this is XK9-T Solus, requesting landing clearance." [/color] ((If you want to control the NPC's on this planet that would be helpful seeing as you have the advantage in the situation)) |
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Post by Daniel on Feb 3, 2011 20:23:42 GMT -7
Laatl fired up his ship's engines and checked the tracker. Nothing. It still registered as being in the exit from the arena. Laatl picked up his comlink.
"The tracker shows that the datapad hasn't moved yet, but he left the planet.... I'll follow him as far as I can, but without a tracker, I won't be able to know where he hyperspaces to."
"Very well; your job is done. You will be penalized for your failure however...."
"Wait! But we still don't know if he read the datapad! He may still be going to Sullust! He...."
Laatl noticed that the comlink had gone dead, and stopped talking. He swallowed painfully; this was bad. It was time to make himself scarce.
Shortly afterward, on Sullust, an unexpected landing request was radioed in. The port officials looked at the identity, and again at their list of expected arrivals, and and couldn't find anything there to allow the unknown vessel to land. He got ready to contact the ship and tell him that he'd have to pay an extra fee for short notice, when he heard someone behind him.
"Let him land. Give him clearance. Now."
The diminutive Sullustan looked over his shoulder to identify the speaker. All he saw was a shadow in the corner of the room, with twin points of light shining from its depths.
"But he has no clearance! I can't let him through I'll..."
"I think you'll find that he is expected."
"But I checked! And his identification codes don't match anything in our system!"
"Check again."
The Sullustan looked back to the screen, very much aware of the looming presence behind him, and surprisingly, saw that the numbers he was looking for did in fact appear on the correct list.
"What? Well, I guess....."
He established radio contact with the ship and stated:
"You have permission to land. Docking port 183-A84-B3IN"
He watched the strange ship land, more than a little concerned about what was going on here....
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