The Murderbrawl

[Tsunami]

The Murderbrawl

@Ral Aran, @Arclight , @Sreeya , @Ecclessey , @Jabonicus , @Phœnix

This is open to anyone would wish to Join. Please if you are joining, familiarize yourself with the new site rules and be prepared to write good, accurate pieces that people can follow. Other than that anyone who wants to join is welcome and hopefully have a blast.

Rules are as follows:

No Explosives of Anykind
Armour only defends vs Blasters, Vibroblades & Lightsbers hit skin
Blaster rifles and pistols only, No high RPM weapons
No bundling a single person if others are free of combat!

- Deep within wild space -

The temple has long since been deserted, the rubble and make shift platforms litter the floors as chains that once held up magnificent bridges lay strewn and broken across the floor. In some places, stagnant water lays on the ground, filling the air with a horrid and unpleasant stench.

There are two floors to the temple, and has entrances on the top floor to the north, south, east and west. Several holes have formed in the roof allowing light to shine through into what would other wise be a pitch black space. In the center of the top floor, a powerful artifact rests, drawing only the most advanced and adept combatants from across the galaxy.

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De'vad had received word of the Artifact from a contact of his, he hadn't wanted to travel this far into wild space but he had no choice. The guy who wanted to buy the item that resided within the temple was willing to pay huge bucks for it. De'vad wasn't even sure what it was that he was looking for but he had Ghost with him for company so it didn't matter too much.

The pair had landed in a lake roughly two kilometers from the target site and had decided to take their time to get to the temple. The planets surface was discusting and wet marshlands, and while no sentient species inhabited there was an abundance of creatures that had survived throughout the years.

As they arrived at the temple De'vad told Ghost to scout around, hunt them some food and generally make himself scarce, the place was in ruins and with no idea how easy the temple would be to navigate he couldn't having himself worrying about his friend too. Entering from the north most entrance he looked around the temple, it's walls filled with moss and vegetation. In the center of the room, the light fell on a small stone table, upon which an object rested.

"How anything can be worth anything from this hell hole, I'll never know. Ahh well, easy money I guess!"

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[Cavalas Wren]

It was a wonder that Cavalas had ever been accepted into flight school as somehow all the ships he had been in seemed to crash. This time he wasn't shot down, but he merely pressed the wrong button when punching in the hyperspace coordinates. Granted, that's a definite no-go for pilots and he'd have the biggest scolding of his life when he'd return..that is, if he returned. His plotted hyperspace route had him thrown into wild space and the gravity from this deserted planet pulled him out and into its atmosphere. It had taken all his focus to not crash into it vertically and after an intense struggle in the cockpit he managed to come out alive. After bandaging a cut in his arm that he got when the cockpit caved in against a tree, he had gathered what was left of his equipment, aC-210 blaster pistol and a plasma torch meant for -emergency- repairs.

There was only one way to get off of this planet alive and back into Republic space and that was to search for and find intelligent life. Somewhat doubtful that he'd find any he had been strolling through wet marshlands until he reached what seemed like an old temple of sorts. Feeling quite tired from his hourlong struggle through the marshland he decided to rest there for a little.

Cavalas sat against the remains of what used to be a pillar on the western side of the temple when a wolf suddenly rounded the corner and locked eyes with him. It growled, probably thinking Cavalas was food, and made the hairs on Cavalas' neck stand straight as he raised his pistol and shot it in the face. "Proslike! I didn't expect rabid wolves on this planet!" Cavalas gasped.

 

[Phoenix]

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Normally, Corvo liked the sound of running water, but the incessant dripping of water off the rock behind him was more annoying than anything. Certainly it didn't classify as the relaxing sound of a creek or river. His senses were heightened after feeling another's presence and although he didn't know why they were here, he supposed he could guess.

I'm sure they're here for the same reason I am. Which brings us to why he was here. Some artifact. That was about all he could tell you about it. He didn't really know or care what it did but recovering it was his bargaining chip against another Sith who he wanted information from, so here he was. It wasn't exactly the type of job he normally got - since it didn't involve killing anyone - but hopefully it would be a quick in and out.

In his left hand he held his compound bow arrow knocked as he waited above. He sensed someone else here. A sentient life unknown to him. Well that meant it wasn't his crew, which meant it might not be of the friendy variety. His breathing was quiet as he waited, crouched to one knee for someone to appear. Anyone at all. He couldn't have been wrong, right? It wasn't an animal? No, it certainly wasn't that. He thought of hitting his earpiece to update Tara, but thought better of it. Not only could it give away his position to speak but she was too far away to help anyway.

Pshk, I don't need help. Well, hopefully not anyway.

 

[Sreeya]

She stayed within the shadows, hearing a gunshot not too far away from the decrepit temple ruins. The mumbo jumbo about some artifact had little draw other than the fact that it would help buy her a new speeder she had her eye on. Talia stayed in the shadows, keeping still and listening for unnatural noises around her. From where she was, it was almost impossible to see anything.

The woman slowly crept her way towards the source of the gunshot, her hands gripping the hilt of her vibroblade. She had armed herself with two blades, a blaster and an assortment of small knives. She moved in pace with the natural noises around her, forming in step with each call of a bird or drops of water. Despite knowing that there were others in the area, her primary focus was the man that had fired a shot. Any obvious threats to her goal would be eliminated.

 

[Arcangel]

"PROSLIKE!"

The sound of a cursing and blaster firing rang through the marsh that surrounded the temple. Caedryn cursed as he dropped into a low crouch in the slimy muck of the swamp that he had been trudging through, blaster rifle at the ready. His armor was covered in grime and all of his rockets and grenades had been rendered useless by the penetrating muck. He had managed to keep his blasters dry however, thank the gods, and his jetpack, flamethrower and wrist blasters were most likely still functioning. And of course his ever present vibrosword hung off his belt.


Creeping through the muck, Caedryn slowly made his way towards the sound of the noise, his senses attuned for an ambush. He regretted coming to the wretched slimeball of a planet he was on. Chasing rumors of an ancient artifact of unimagineable power. Most likely it was all falsehoods, but if the stories were true, he wasnt about to let someone else get their hands on it.

 

[Tsunami]

De’vad watched as Ghost ran off and continued into the temple. He wasn’t too far from the artefact when suddenly a feint sound could be heard, a blaster shot, and then a yelp. He paused and drew for his weapon as he now scanned the area around him. "Ghost" he said as he looked upwards, catching a glimpse of a figure of sorts, at least that what he thought he saw as he dashed behind a pillar. Every part of him wanted to go check on his friend, but in his head he already knew that his companion had been killed.

What in the blazes is anyone doing here… he thought to himself, his mind beginning to kick into gear, he popped his head around the corner to scan the area once more. The blaster shot had come from a different direction from where he had seen the shadow, if that’s what it was after all. He couldn’t pick anything up on his HuD that was in his line of sight, and that meant he likely wasn’t in theirs. Never the less it was better to take a detour.

Gripping his weapon tight, he ignited his Jetpack, the force sending him upwards towards a hole in the temple roof. When he reached the top he would use the vantage point to scan out the danger and decide on an appropriate course of action.

 

[Cavalas Wren]

Not hearing or seeing anything suspicious after shooting the large wolf, Cavalas pulled his boots from the thick mud that covered the western area of the temple and sat down on some rubble. He was starting to realize that all he had seen so far was marshland and, aside from the wolf, nothing that he could eat or drink to sustain him. The wolf might feed him for a week as it looked almost as big as a grown man, but without clean water he might not even reach the nearest settlement, if there indeed was a settlement to be found on this planet.

If only he could find a way to shoot down those noisy birds without using his blaster. There seemed so many of them flying around the temple that they completely drown out the sound of footsteps like drops of water falling in otherwise stale water would. It surprised Cavalas, but he felt strangely secure in the embrace of the temple, despite the noise and smell making it an uncomfortable resting place to the senses. At least it was better than struggling forward through marshland while mosquitos fiercely fight you for a drop of your blood. He'd give it ten minutes, maybe half an hour, before he'd continue his way.

 

[Phoenix]

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. He could hear his own heart begin to pound as he pulled back on his bow. The 65 lbs draw weight resisted his hand until he reached the breaking point, the weight lessening as the pulley system locked in. The sight fell on the man's body, but Corvo stopped short of releasing. The man was suited in Mandalorian armor and even with a pull weight and arrow combination that could bring down an elk, he didn't want to risk giving away his presence on an attack that may not work.

A gunshot rang out through the temple and while Corvo saw one man below him, he could see that he hadn't been the source of the shot. How many people just happen to be here at the same time?

He held the pull for a moment before disengaging and letting the arrow remain nocked. It was only a moment later that the sound of decompression filled the temple and Newton's second law took over, propelling the Mandalorian below him towards the roof. Corvo slid back ever so slightly, still hidden in shadow and let the pillar he'd been standing next to conceal his body fully from the man's gaze. Silent and with minimal movement, he disappeared yet again. He didn't know who the man was, but anyone here was fair game, Republic, Sith, or mercenary alike. There were no prisoners. The Mandalorian's actions seemed to indicate that he wasn't with whoever produced the gunshot, but did he have other friends?

He inched back, ever so slightly, keeping the pillar between himself and the Mandalorian and slid through the same hole he'd entered the temple through. He stayed low, using the overgrown foliage for cover, careful not to make noise or disrupt the plants, as he made his way along the upper terrace of the temple toward the gunshot, keeping both his eyes and senses alert for ambushes or the other man. Best to discover the identity of the other individual here. Was there a team? How many were there? No point in a premature attack that would see him dead. For now stealth and concealment were important and he was careful to maintain both as he proceeded.

 

[Black Noise]

Power coursed through every muscle, rippling flesh and rolls of hefty power jumped up and down with every movement of the tall, massive man. His rugged fedora tilted slight to the side, his well aged suit wrapping his frame like true Beskar Beskar'gam. Across his shoulder, a blaster rifle swung menacingly back and forth, ten knives seemed to sprout from every orifice of the dark weapon. as he brandished it, cutting himself in the process, the grand man cut a scowl and turned to the man whose utterly bodacious bod' brought tears to his manly sea blue eyes.

The greatest mayor of all time, the Hobo King of Hypercity, had come far to protect one of the most influential and honorable men of all time, the Proctologist of teeth, Nab. From a long way away, these two had traveled to their location in order to find one of the greatest items in the universe. Supposedly, that is. The Hobo King of Hypercity knew not exactly what it was they were searching for, however, all the man needed to understand was that Nab possessed a vote. Hobo King needed votes. For his votes, he'd do anything. Gynecology, Anthropology, even professional Equum Lautus. He would do anything for his voters, even if he didn't understand what their profession truly was.

Even if he gave his life, he would do it. He would do anything for the votes.

 

[BLADE]

CHAPTER I
Fangs for the A-bruxism Introduction​

Coruscant
Some say eons before the opening post
...
but let's settle for a couple galactic cycles
Bistro Aperisith (it's actually a diner, but beggars can't be choosers)

"So... ah err... oh gee --Loren-- I we were-- that is to say, friends! Yes and friends don't ask friends for... favors like this. I mean Candy, she's you know, she and you never got on, not since bowling club, ah, aahh, that's yeah, I ordered a ginger ale. No there's no liquah here Lor, I oh son of a --"

The door to the bis--diner swung open, and in walked a small but stocky man. He was in his forties and had hair the color of dull bijouterie. His features were not so delicate: his eyes too large, and watery glistening like your roommates' malfunctioning lava lamp, his tongue containing a coarse and overplayed accent, and his features both windburnt and pale. His nose was --at best-- compared to some kind of onion bulb that even a very parsimonious chef had rejected for his soup.

He was Loren. He was a hitman. He wore a coat two sizes too big. A cat carrier swung by his side.

Nad (Tatooine School of Dentistry) continued his spiel.

"So what I have to say is--"

"--Yah accept?"

Loren set his cat carrier on the table, ignoring the outraged murmurs of the patrons. He reached into his pocket and drew out a single strip of bacon.

"Yes! I mean no!"

A waitress came by. Everyone called her waitress though her name was Cady. She'd dreamed of being an actress once. She'd gotten a role in an adult diaper commercial. She no longer dreamed.

"What'll ya have?"

"One banana. Peel included."

"I... okay. " She eyed Loren's carrier warily.

"Uh... sir."

"Yeah, yeah and a bowl of milk for Ketchup heeh."

"Now wait just a minute Lor, I just wanted to--"

"Say hi to Naddy, Ketchup."

"Meow."

"Oh hello Catsup"

"KAATCHUP!"

"Ketchup. Helllo. I mean that is what I mean to say is--"

"You're taking the job?"

"No!"

"No?"

Silence. Cady brought a single banana. She eyed the cat (now out of the carrier) with a frown. She was an orange kitteh nearly forty years old, with a strong connection to The Force (and to well... other things --stay tuned!)

"Loork *chews* at this?" He pointed a thumb to the waitress, "Stands theh like she knows me and you."

He wasn't talking to Nad; he eyed Ketchup and brought her closer to his face.

"Come heeh love. Lemme give ya yah eyeh drops. You'll go blind without. You wanna be like Mikey Gritkees? Huh? Just some blind jamoke cat swahnnni' round da house?"

"Loren..."

He turned Ketchup around, checking her coat for mottling, and making sure her anal glands hadn't been expressed. Some patrons turned queasy; Loren absentmindedly set a pistol on the diner table. Some patrons turned queasy... quietly.

Cady hurried off (she might have to reconsider the adult diaper commercials.)

"Ya remember, Naddy, uh... dah broad with the sewer mouth. Mrs... Chokesoncock."

"Shockenhawk!"

"Yeah. Remembeh her?"

"I..."

"Her body... it mad a lotta racket. Ya know. I er... taped it."

He gave Ketchup a desultory scratch of the ears.

"Mrrow?"

"Yeah yeah. Governor's reprieve, ya dumb animal. You'll get your drops later."

The hitman set his beloved cat into her carrier with surprising gentility.

"Ya look a bit flushed, pal."

"I... that is. Eep!"

"Eep? Da hell is eep!"

"You... we're friends Lor, ya cahn't"

"Aw so now ya remembeh where yah came from. Wickahd isn't it? And now ya remember your friends."

"I... why can't you?"

"Ya know I'm allergic to that Clawdite Ass Cream. Can't use it on mah face. Cops have it all over da net. Ya have to go to the Dentis Prime. And don't worry about it. You'll have... backup."

"Meow!"

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Dentis Prime
Present Day (Don't be a Stickler)
Night/Day/Etc.

"So... um..."

Nad Thalmis (Tatooine School of Dentistry) handed the... garbage and excrement covered man a business card.

"I offer free checkups and fifty percent off on root canals."

His bodyguard offered him a smile so yellow COLDPLAY had written a song about it.

Sewer mouth indeed.

 

[The Kyzer]

The Saga of
the Wandering Honorable Warrior
of Wandering Honor

STAGE ONE
ENTER THE TEMPLE
OF QUESTIONABLE FATE​

Deep in the heart of the swampy forest lay a hidden temple guarded by shadows and swamp. A lone man walked alone in the lonely forest as countless local lifeforms passed him by on the road. Bearing only his trusty light blade, Shadoufangu, his sacred phrik sword, Seinaru Ken, and his pair of otherworldly FWG-5's, Blacku and Blackuru, and his sacred soul armor of ancient origin, Ai-san, the man was ready to prove his honor against all foes. Truly, his honor was already swelling within his breast and briefs as the devilish insects that sought to devour his flesh were repelled by his natural chi flow.

As the lone warrior approached the massive doors, he wondered if the ancient dwarves of the stars had crafted such fine works that balanced utility with beauty. He was preparing to summon his chi in one massive blow to strike the worthy door-foes down with a single blow but found that the proverbial party had already started. His honor satiated by his apparently fashionable tardiness, the man entered the Temple as others were already engaged in worthy combat.

"Look upon me and tremble, my honorable opponents and friends!" the honorable warrior declared boldly over the din of battle, "I am the legendary warrior of legends, Wee-burai, Son of Wee-buthorn! You should be honored to be counted and named within my legend as it unfolds!"