RPG - Battledome II: The Cleansing (Page 4 of 9)

S'okay, I knew that you would turn it down.

"Hmmm.....why should I trust you? Your kind are not exactly known for their trustworthiness, and you're here as a hunter. I'm an escaped prisoner. Give me one reason I should trust you to watch my back."

"Okay, you don't want to be allies. I understand. Just let me go and if I have the chance to kill you later, I won't."

"Run away, di'kut, before I put a round between your eyes."

Guta-Nay ran as fast as his legs could take him. He stopped when he had reached the log he had been under before. Maybe searching for allies wasn't as good of an idea as Guta-Nay thought...

((Sorry about my complete lack of posting on this RPG.  Hopefully this will make up some.))

Krish snuck out of the prisoner area shielding his eyes from the intense blast of light that greeted his gaze.  It was the first time light had touched him in the Force knows how long.  Squinting he made out laser bolts and figures darting across his vision.  One of the figures was coming his way.  He tensed his leg muscles waiting for his opponent to pull a blaster or a knife.

He was surprised to see the figure materialize into an ugnaught.  Krish chuckled at the small form.  The ugnaught released a war cry and launched himself at Krish pulling out a vibroblade.  The move caught Krish by surprise and was rewarded with a small gash across his shoulder as he rolled out of the way.  Fierfek.  Not minutes in and he had already made a mistake that could have been fatal.  The next one would not be so forgiving.  Hardening his resolve he lashed out with his foot at the still rising ugnaught flattening him on the ground.  The stunned ugnaught had no time to retaliate before Krish was on his back yarding his neck back and ultimately snapping the spine.  Krish wasted no time in going through the corpse.  He managed to find some half decent vibroblades and throwing knives.  He also found a small hold out blaster that appeared to have its power cell upgraded a bit to hold more ammo and pack a bit more of a punch.

Feeling completely exposed in this arena Krish looked around for appropriate cover.  The closest he coud find was a small urban environment.  He sprinted over to the small covering and into a back alley.  But he was not alone. 

A small human child was sitting in the very corner, in his small arms he cradled a blaster rifle.  Seeing Krish burst into his safe zone, his eyes widened with terror and he leveled the rifle at Krish.  The rifle quivered to and fro in the child's grasp.  Krish felt a sense of dread filling him, not for himself but for the boy.  His mind raced as he tried to decide what he could do with this pitiful creature.  One option flashed over and over again but Krish shoved those thoughts away.

"G-g-go away!"  This produced more shaking from the child.

"What is your name?"  The child cowered at the sound of Krish's voice but still held the blaster out.

"J-John."

"And how old are you?"

He managed to work up the strength to speak again.  "12."

"Put the blaster down John.  You don't want to get hurt."

"That's what they told my mother before they took me away from her."

Krish cursed himself.  Noghri weren't known for their negotiation skills. This was looking grim.

"Please John.  I can help.  Would you like me to help find your mother when we get out of here?"  The blaster dropped an inch.

"You can do that?"

"I can try.  Only if you let me."  Krish tried to put on his friendliest look.  He took a step towards John.  The blaster stayed where it was.  Finally the boy heaved a sigh and let the blaster by his side.  Krish hesitantly shuffled to the child and sat at his side.

The boy softly began to sob.  He looked to Krish.  "We're not getting out here alive are we?"

"Thinking like that will only get you killed.  You must stay strong.  Stick with me and I'll see to getting us both out of here."

Krish could only wonder how the child had ended up in the Battledome.  What kind of sick twisted Hutt imprisoned children?  A hatred for the Hutt which had always been present was now burning in Krish's chest.  When Krish was out of here Gerba and the Jedi would pay for all they did to him and those he cared for.

Can I join?

Or is it too late for me...?

Finally, people post. Mind if I put them in groups of ten? Thirty spread out isn't that many, and you don't want them too spread out.

Kal stopped. He had heard something....out of place. He upped the audio in his helmet. There it was--the harsh grating of doors opening...followed by the unnaturally even clank of metal footsteps. He ran to a tree near the edge of the tree grove, scaling it quickly. He peered out in the direction of the sound. "Oh, shab! Gerba, you sick...."   

About ten droids, a strange type he'd never seen. They appeared heavily armored, and not poorly armed, with a blaster on their left arm and a blade on their right. Kal slowly raised his Verpine, sighting on the first. He sqeezed the trigger, blowing a hole in its chest. It staggered, then straightened, and the rest crouched, scanning the trees for him.

Kal fired again, this time blowing its head off, then shifted his aim quickly, dropping two more. By this time, they had located him, and he dropped out of the tree just in time, as fire scorched the spot he had just occupied.

If only I had my full arsenal. My armor and Verpine are great, but a grenade would be incredibly useful right now. Unfortunately, Gerba's guards mostly emptied my weapon belts. Several blaster shots whizzed by, striking branches. One struck his backplate, and he stumbled, turning it into a roll, and kept running.

Rando felt very open, and would have continued to stand agape if Flying W hadn't of grabbed his collar and pulled him away. A blaster bolt barely grazing a sleeve. He could smell the ozone merrily steaming off. But his other brain kicked in, the part that just does. He fired off a few choice shots, and took out legs, arms, necks.
But that was only three droids, out of the many he couldn't count.
"Ah, this is depressing...A Hutt who's skipped the formality of being frugal." Flying W was chatting, as they creeped through the mines.
A few mines were detonated by random fire, which set off a whole side of the mines. They jumped through the rest, edging out relatively safer.
"I can't believe I put a room over this! No way I made this descision of my accord!"
"Something like that..."
Their mindless conversation ended as a grenade detonated. Close enough to throw dirt on top of them. Skirting back, it looked like they were headed toward the woods. Rando redirected them, he didn't want to be hiding behind a holo-tree as a bolt went through it, the fake buildings looked better.

(*I'm not busy, so I guess I qualify...)

As the Rodian (though hardly reconizable as one anymore) slumped to the ground, Jax's anger boiled down to a small simmer. He now had much better control of himself.

Whenever Jax was in his frenzys he alwasy forgot everything, except what he was doing at that moment. But now when he let go of his anger, things always came crashing down apon him, his senses overwhelmed by the things he didnt feel before: The smell of the dead Rodain the ozone in the air, the screams of those in the distance...the screams of those he had just killed. The fear on the rodains face he had maimed. They all came crashing down apon him causing him to gag, and tear up. He was just finishing getting himself together, when the screachy sound of blast doors came to him. Making his way to the forest edge, (avoiding small pockets of battle that still went on). As he burst through the tall vegitation, the battle droids were just arriving, deadly-looking ones, with vibro-blades, blaster cannons, and what looked like a jet pack but Jax couldent tell.

(Mel, from what I know of those droids, they do have jet packs, but if thats not were your wanting for this RPG, than let me know)

"Gerba...You son-of-a-...
Jax was cut off, by the thundering crash of the Krayt Dragon...Right behind him.

Jax took off, running for dear life.

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!!"

Just as the Dragon was reaching for him (Jaws open wide) a blaster bolt hit the Beat right in head causing it to stumble slightly, and allowing Jax to doge to the side and to bring up his lightsaber. Activated, and in a defensive position, alert for anymore surprises.

((Sounds fine by me ))

Gerba didn't know where to watch. The Krayt Dragon was causing much chaos along with the newly dispatched battledroids. The Hutt actually wondered if he'd done too much too soon. Thankfully he had a bank of screens to watch and if he missed anything it was recorded for later entertainment.

He watched as one set of droids dispersed into the village, they split off from their main group opening fire as they went. Gerba clapped his chubby little hands together as he saw a particularly annoying Bith go down, "Ha serves your right for being a bad jizz player."

Beside him Katray was still silent. His visage was constantly watching those around him, including those within Gerba's private box. The Hutt was relatively safe as a protective shield covered the outside of the box, it appeared like they were standing out in the open but if any wayward warrior shot at them it would harmlessly deflect.

The majordomo rushed passed and almost caught his robes on Katray's barbed armour. Katray gave him a faint look that had the Twi'lek scurrying away. Katray saw that he had caught the Hutt's eye and knew it would only be a matter of time before the Hutt demanded that he join the Battledome. But it wouldn't be until the final moments. Katray suspected it would be when there were only a handful of soldiers left to battle. He felt no emotion about this, he was incapable of it.

Within Katray's armour at the back of his helmet was an inhibitor chip covered by a small blue crystal plate. It cut off all emotion for the wearer. Unfortunately Katray did not realise at the time that it had also been programmed so that he would obey every demand from Gerba. Had he known of such deception Katray would have killed Gerba with his own metal hands. However while the chip remained in place Katray was a willing servant, if that chip was ever removed or destroyed a totally different man would be released...

**And this is where, as they say, the plot thickens   *

Fed up with the lack of affect from his blaster, Dra’Kash pulled a pair of frag grenades from a belt pouch.  Tossing one into the air, which the Mando caught with his off hand, both warriors triggered the activator switches and prepared to throw.

As the creature lunged forward, it's massive jaws open wide, both threw their grenades.  Diving for cover as the creatures head exploded like an over ripe mellon that had been just used for target practice, Dra'Kash and the Mando ended up on opposite sides of the creature...

**You're move WV....or Mandal**

**Dragon pearls anyone?**

Tressah ducked for cover as her first mortar exploded, in turn it activated a number of mines that were still remaining around the armour pile.

"Sithspit!" Otto growled as a chest plate narrowly missed hitting him in the head. His curse was quickly followed by a string of others as the battledroids opened fire.

The first three were badly singed. One was missing it's left arm, another it's right while the last was missing both it's legs. This didn't hinder it though. It immediately shot into the air with it's inbuilt jetpack.

"Oh crud," Tressah groaned as she watched the legless machine fly. "How about you get that one," she said to the Tusken Zabrak.

She and Otto turned their immediate attention to the other two scarred droids. Tressah fired another mortar, "Fire in the hole!" she yelled as she took cover and ducked.

The boom co-ordinated with the drop of the flying droid. Tressah smiled to herself as she saw that this time she'd managed to take two droids out. Unfortunately there were another seven to deal with.

"We need to back off, these things will surround us if we don't." Otto shouted over the sound of his blaster fire.

Tressah nodded, "Agreed, but just a sec."

Before he could ask why Tressah ran into the open area that had housed the armour pile. It was strewn around but Tressah had kept a mental note where the fired mines had been. She grinned as she spotted a repeating blaster and a couple of blaster pistols. She pocketed them before analysing what models they were.

She also retrieved a new flight suit that had armour plating on it. She picked it because it was purple and clearly made for a woman about her size. She also pilfered some armour plating for the other two.

She fired a few blaster bolts as another scavenger came near the pile, the Rodian was quickly diverted when he saw the droids. It was only then that Tressah spotted a personal shield generator. She grabbed it and stashed it in her shirt pocket.

With haste she ran back to the others and pointed at a nearby but less exposed building, "Meet you there, I've got goodies."

The room they'd stumbled into was a little bigger than a broom closet. On the first floor, inside was an untouched set of matching chest armor. Good enough to prevent a few blaster bolts and a handful of shrapnel. Rando hurriedly undid his long-sleeved top, strapped the light armor on with a little help and retied the top. The holes in the uniform were nasty, it depressed him to think he'd have to get another.
He turned to Flying W, who had just thrown the armor on top of his frog-tie longsleeve which wasn't as loose as Rando's.
"Rancors...Krayt dragons...droids! Ridiculous."
W was tapping the floor with his hand, at one point it made a hollow knock. He ripped that piece up, found a Tusken cycler wedged into an apparent crawlspace along with slug rounds to go with it. He slung the bandolier over his waist like a belt, opened the breach, inspected it and loaded a road. Closing the breach with a good-ol'-fashioned click.
"You're still alive, keep that in mind." W laid the cycler on the ground carefully approaching the door. He stood out of sight range as it slid open. At the moment, he jumped out. The human went down, past the door. It slid shut.
Rando jumped to the door, it opened slowly. The human was already dead, blood pooling out of a hole in his back as he laid there broken, face-up.
"That's it! I'm tired of your run arounds, tired of the misdirection, and...just all of it!"
Rando had him by the throat, shoved up to the wall, he weighed nothing compared to the built up rage.
He bashed Flying W's head, once, twice. It broke through the wall. Rando half-closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was no Flying W and no hole.
And a group of people, in fact, the same who'd been rushing to the stockpile as when they'd gone after that jug, standing there. While he was there, looking like an idiot, one hand clenching nothing with a dead body at his feet.
W was leaned against the wall laughing. It made Rando Outright sick to be alive. Another secret between them.
(If that's okay with Mel and her group of course.)

*looks just fine WV; basically what I was aiming for if it had been up to me to end the combat anyway  *