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Dra’Kash had closely watched the Zabrak’s fool hardy toss of the bone in the direction of the guardian, and his lightning yet unemotional reaction.  And then moments later the mechanical precision to knock out the Weequay without killing him, and again returning to his post.   

That one will have a role to play in this tournament…  Half the “reward” is to essentially replace him…it…whatever it is.  Somehow there is more at work here then meets the eye…all the more reason to collect my winnings and disappear forever as soon as possible…

Satisfied with his meal, Dra’kash returned to his assigned quarters to get some sleep before the big day to some…

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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Masra guided her ship on to the landing platform at the Monastary, high up on a mesa on the Rim world Teth. She hadn't been here before, but that mattered little. She had heard Gerba's call. And as her saying went " If you're good at something, never do it for free." This was certainly worth her time. An opportunity not to be missed.

She lowered her ramp, and went to her weapons locker, adding a few more surprises to her armor and did a double check of all her gear, making sure that everything was in place, everything sharp. She hated dull blades. Just took that much longer to inflect the inevitable. And Masra's time was just too valuable for that. She smiled under her helmet. This would be good.

Masra strode out of the ship and into the Hutt's "palace". She thanked the force for the air scrubbers inside her helmet as she could just feel how much  the place stank of multiple species and animals, and waste. It looked the role. She strode into the main chamber just soon enough to witness a larger being in immense armor bleed out what appeared to be a Gran.

She smiled again "A fellow with the right Idea" she thought, unaware that this act was preformed at the bidding of Gerba the Hutt.


NAME: Masra ( like Cher... ONLY Masra these days.... there might have been more... long ago)
AFFILIATION: Merc
SPECIES: Human Female
AGE: 28
WEAPONS: Prefers vibroblades, but also carries a repeating verpine blaster rifle and a pair of westars.
APPEARANCE: Iridonian Yellow Armor ( like the one seen in the Merc Cantina on Maanan in KotOR  I looked high and low but could not find an image to attach)
HISTORY: Ex CSF. Was discharged on grounds of cruelty and excessive force. Turned to mercenary work to fill her personal desires, and make creds out the wazu.
( Short.. as I entend to add more and reveal more as time progresses. Be assured I have more to her)

( ( I hope this works... I am intimidated by so many good RPG'ers as I know I new to this land....oh im nervous...) )

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder.
"Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

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Kal looked up as a guard walked past. "Hey, you!" The guard, a Aqualish, turned. "Tell Gerba to let me out. You hear me, squid-face?" The Aqualish turned to walk away. "Hey, chakaare, get back here. What, I hurt your feelings? You scared, arruetii? I mean it, get back here. Tell your fat boss to let me out!" The guard continued to walk away. "I'll rip your shab'la tentacles off! I'll tear your gett'se out, and use them for a belt! Give me a blade, and I'll teach you a lesson!" Then the guard was gone.

Kal sighed, and lay down on the meager cot. He'd need rest, especially if he was right and the Battledome was tomorrow.

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Name: Rando Outright
Affiliation: Hutt
Species: Near-human
Appearance: One black circle tattoo on the top of each hand, another on the back of the neck near the top of the spinal cord. Brown hair, brown eyes. 
Age: 25
Brief History: Hand-to-hand, archaic weapons specialist originally attached to Gerba's entourage of bodyguards. Medium-proffiency in firearms and small explosives with training from lead marksman in service to Gerba. Born and raised on Nar Shaddaa originally, began working for Gerba right after losing quite a bit of money in a sabaacc game.
Weapons: Partial to vibro-straight sword, carries blaster carbine. Himself. Mostly anything, including double shield and bench.

The bag struck the wall for the 30th time, the sound of the numerous metal balls rolling around inside rang for the 30th time. He stopped the bag with two hands, aware that although his hands were like Mandalorian iron his head was not. From there, he finished his morning workout, bathed- a habit most would ignore in the presence of a Hutt, he just had to though-, and finished dressing. Cumilating in tieing his sword belt, vibro-straight sword tucked in.
His room, unlike most, was very well furnished. Large enough to practice in unbothered. The cost had been paying for the renovation of two prison cells as well as the loss of a little face before his boss, or the stink of the Hutt Lord's dungeon, he had never decided. He carefully unlocked and opened the door, exited after locking it, however much good that would do.
He passed the dank cells, staying well away from the Trandoshan. He'd scarcely survived the reptile's first attempt to kill Gerba. Sidestepped past a guard being yelled at by a demanding prisoner, he chuckled under his breath, lucky his room was soundproof and he was never granted guard duty.
Eyes followed him, new eyes. Old burnt outs uncaring, personality lost somewhere, hidden in the stone walls.
"My, you're up late today. Thought you'd be excited, people will be dieing soon, You should get up earlier." The voice was bored, attempting to make him stop and talk. As it had been trying to do since the prisoner had gotten here.
He called himself Flying W, and no one knew why he was there. He merely appeared one day, in that cell, replacing its former inhabitant. Rando stopped exhasperated, W sighed in relief.
"Good, good. That's a fine start. Now we're finally going to talk."
"I should be in the audience chamber protecting my boss, make it quick."
Flying W laughed,"You're going to be sorry. For even waking up today."
Rando shrugged, ignoring the standard lunacy and proceeded to the lift. Not that Katray needed the help.

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Name: Igwig
Affiliation: slave
Race: Jawa
Appearance: brown robes, yellow eyes.
History: Igwig used to live on Tatooine until he was captured by slave drivers and sold to Gerba the Hutt.
Igwig now brings drinks and stuff to Gerba whenever he is asked.


  Igwig heard somebody talking to Gerba the Hutt. He couldn't understand what they where saying, but he heard the word "Battledome" quite a bit. The Hutt and his companion both suddenly looked at Igwig and smiled. This concerned him.

Carry on my wayward son!

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Tressah watched as Rando emerged from his quarters. As usual he was taunted by the fruitloop Flying W. Tressah didn’t understand what drew Flying W to Rando. Every time Rando appeared for duty Flying W hassled him.

Tressah supposed it was no different to Rro’Ngtur who constantly spat insults at the guards in another language. She had once been told that it was a dialect from Tusken Raiders but she honestly didn’t know. Only a protocol droid could possibly confirm such an accusation.

Seeing Rando meant that the night was growing late. Flying W told Rando he was late but Tressah had no idea how the crackpot could possibly know the time. Any cronos were generally confiscated by the guards. Tressah suspected that they sold them on the black market for a bit of a cash boost.

Kal Goran had been rather vocal at an Aqualish guard, but now he seemed to have settled down. Tressah moved as close to his cell as she was able to, “Psst, Kal!”

The Mandalorian looked up, seemingly confused.

“Over here,” Tressah called.

Kal finally realised where the voice had come from, “What do you want, little Rattataki?”

“I want to know why the sudden outburst, they’ll be freeing us soon enough,” Tressah said.

Kal walked to the bars, “If I’m going to be part of the carnage I’d like my armour back.”

A high pitched snigger cut in, “Your armour is gone, Mando.”

Tressah frowned, it was Sleazy. “You sold it or destroyed it?” she asked.

“Neither, we stockpiled it. See before yous scum are released they’lls put out a heap of weapons and armour for the taking. First in best dressed, well not necessarily, the stronger will simply strip the weak of any goodies they get their grotty hands on.” Sleazy told with a yellow toothed grin.

Tressah stood back, already there were murmurs of excitement. “Are you hoping for a stampede? You know, so there’ll be less of a crowd outside.”

Sleazy laughed, “Nah I’d rather see ‘em kill each other out there. More sportsman like.”

Tressah held back a shudder, Sleazy was a creep. Kal spoke up, “So what sort of weapons will be out there?”

Sleazy shrugged, “Pretty much whatever was confiscated from the scum here. Of course some of it may not be functioning as well as it used to.”

“What do you mean by that?” Reviin cut in.

Sleazy smiled slimily, “When they get thrown on the pile it ain’t gently and some weapons are more delicate than others.”

“Great,” Reviin hissed.

“He taunts you, ignore it,” said the Jedi Genjin.

Tressah turned to look but the Jedi was in his normal meditation pose, it made her wonder if he had spoken at all.

Sleazy walked over to Genjin’s cell and thumped on the bars, “Wanna talk, Jedi?” he said trying to goad Genjin. When there was no response Sleazy continued his romp around the cells.

“I’d like to skewer that Gran and barbeque him slowly,” Zelb said as if sizing up Sleazy.

“Yeah but who’d eat him?” Otto asked.

Zelb smiled and pointed to the Trandoshan, “I’m sure fang over there would.”

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Guta-Nay walked towards the prisons again, hoping to maybe see what alliances have been formed by the prisoners.Before he rounded the corner into it, however, he heard voices.

"Your armor is gone, Mando" said a voice.

“You sold it or destroyed it?” a female's voice cut in.

“Neither, we stockpiled it. See before yous scum are released they’lls put out a heap of weapons and armour for the taking. First in best dressed, well not necessarily, the stronger will simply strip the weak of any goodies they get their grotty hands on.” said the first voice. Guta-Nay recognized it as the Gran guard. He didn't like him.

But this was good news for Guta-Nay. It would make this contest a lot easier for him, because he was not a prisoner, so he would get his weapons from the start. If Nossk also partnered with im, it would mean that the Trando would also have good weaponry becuase he could "strip the weak of any goodies" like the Gran had said.

After the Gran guard left the cells, Guta-Nay walked into the hallway to talk with some of the prisoners.

"None of this is really happening. There is a man. With a typewriter. This is all part of his crazy imagination."

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Gerba was growing impatient, “How long now?” he asked his majordomo.

“Three hours, your excellence.” Fortuna told.

Gerba growled, “Let’s open the arena, put out the armour and weapons for the fodder.”

“It’s being done as we speak,” Fortuna replied.

“Good, let the guests find their seats. Now I must speak to the contestants,” Gerba insisted.

Fortuna gave a nod, his lekku staying in place, “I shall summon them to the Great Hall.”

-

Fortuna walked with silent steps, he informed his assistants to gather the contestants. Letitia was still with the Zabrak, Hendy, but Fortuna didn’t care. Letitia was more dancing girl that assistant and he had a feeling that she was falling out of Gerba’s favour.

Fortuna smiled to himself, he wondered if Letitia might join the others in the Battledome. It wasn’t beyond the Hutt to do so.

It didn’t take long to gather the contestants, they were not nearly as numerous as the prisoners but that didn’t matter. Each contestant was wearing armour of some sorts and carried a small arsenal.

Fortuna summoned Gerba, the Hutt arrived on his floating dais and smiled with his slit mouth at the contestants. “Welcome my friends,” he greeted them. “The Battledome will open in two and a half standard hours. We will release the prisoners first. In the Battledome they will find an array of weapons and armour which they can fight over.”

“Why give them an advantage?” A human mercenary asked.

“It’s merely to remove the weaker prisoners that are hardly worth your time. They’ll only blunt your blades and waste your ammunition. This way you’ll test your prowess on the more challenging prisoners.” Gerba assured them.

Hendy spoke up, “So when do we join the ruckus?”

“You can join at any time, if you want to go in with all the prisoners you’re welcome to. If you want to wait for their numbers to wane so be it. But know this, once you’re in the Battledome you cannot leave.” Gerba told as he eyed them all.

“Not even for medical help?” A Twi’lek mercenary asked.

“That would be the cowards’ way out,” Gerba said coolly. “If you go into the Battledome you stay there. You can attempt to get out but my guards will assure that you don’t.”

“This is ridiculous!” The Twi’lek cried, “If I’m beaten to a bloody pulp I know I can’t fight on.”

Gerba raised a flabby brow, “If you’re a bloody pulp someone will finish you off and steal your armour and weapons.”

“Count me out,” the Twi’lek growled.

Gerba clicked his chubby fingers, “Rando please escort our friend out.”

The Twi’lek swallowed but continued on. Katray was in the room but it seemed almost as if Gerba was saving his services for something else.

“Very well then mercenaries, prepare yourselves for battle. The prisoners will be going out in an hour.” Gerba told then waited for any further questions.

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Kel could hear the activity over his head; the Hutt’s booming voice echoed slightly through the passage ways enough for him to detect his speech, though he was unable to hear it.

Something is happening.  Something big.

Kel’Dar’Ish began to wonder if the stories of a release into this so-called ‘Battle-Dome’ were true, or if the Hutt was simply throwing another party.  Perhaps the rumors were only half-true, and they’d be released into a completely un-winable situation and cut down for Gerba’s amusement.

Even still, this could be my chance; a small one, but a chance.

Rising to his feet, Kel gripped the metal bars of his cell door window and peered out.

We’ll know soon, one way or another.

If you run, I can track you.  If you hide, I will find you.  If you fight, I will watch you fall......

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**I need a heads up pleez.  What’s the terran inside the arena?  Is it jungle *I love that concpet from Mech 4: Mercenaries, but anyway…*?  Forrest?  Desert?  Or more urban/flat concrete? 

Also, there’s gonna be like hundreds of prisoner NPCs thrown out there for us all to slaughter right?  Thxs**

Dra’kash weighed his options.  It was true things would be hectic in the early stages, and most wouldn’t be worth his time.  However, the prisoners would be at their weakest.  Dra’Kash could deal with some of the more difficult ones before they had a chance to arm and armor themselves.  He could also choose his ground against the other hunters.

Yes, it might be better to go in early.  Turning from the “Great Hall” toward the entertainment section, Dra’Kash headed for the BattleDome’s nearest spectator booth.  He’d have a look to see what sort of environment he was jumping into..

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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((I think everyone's established, shall we open the doors and get this ball rollin?))

-

Nossk’s blood was boiling. He stretched out his neglected muscles and paced around his tiny cell, his impatience only worsened by his excitement. No other topic took precedence over the impending war that was supposed to erupt in their dank little prison; every cramped cell was thrumming with low conversations, a combination of lies, gloats, gossip, warnings, or promises of alliance that would be quickly made and even more rapidly betrayed. Speaking of, Nossk vaguely remembered a man proposing such a coalition. He furrowed his brow in deep concentration for a moment, but gave a resigned shrug a moment later and resumed his pacing – he couldn’t remember the man’s name or face.

He’d long ago forgotten his resolve to listen in on the various conversations for more information (he’d sat and monitored the surrounding discussions for about five minutes, after which he forgot his purpose for doing so, and went back to focusing on the pent-up adrenaline that was telling him to get out and do something, fight something, kill something). There was talk of mercenaries, guards, weapon stockpiles, rewards, freedom – the confused Trandoshan didn’t know what to believe, and found it considerably easier to just not think about the details. Ignorance is bliss, as they say, and the reassuring fact that there would be, in the end, a fight, a Battledome, was enough to keep Nossk sufficiently motivated.

"I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!" - Belkar

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Ralin Drakus wrote:

**I need a heads up pleez.  What’s the terran inside the arena?  Is it jungle *I love that concpet from Mech 4: Mercenaries, but anyway…*?  Forrest?  Desert?  Or more urban/flat concrete?

Yeah I'd like to know this as well, and I'd like to know about the NPCs too.

"None of this is really happening. There is a man. With a typewriter. This is all part of his crazy imagination."

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( I am in unfamiliar grounds here as well. I think its time to get to the business end here. big_smile Also is this like the prisoners fight like first wave and the best of them get to go and fight the Mercs in another round? Thats how its looking to me now... but if im wrong don't hesitate to tell me.)

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder.
"Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

39 (edited by Werda Verd Friday, September 26, 2008 5:44 pm)

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A sand based arena would be cool, gladiator-ish, or, a big domed building with various environments. What was the original like.




Sleazy smiled slimily, “When they get thrown on the pile it ain’t gently and some weapons are more delicate than others.”

Kal laughed. "I think my armor will be in fine condition, if it is there. It would take more than a clumsy mercenary such as yourself to damage bes'kar armor."

Sleazy spit. "Well, you'll be lucky to find it, Mando. And you'll have to fight people for it." He turned. "What's that?" He slunk to the side at what he saw, cowed.

Several dozen armed guards marched into the room. "Move aside, Sleazy. We're taking the prisoners to the Battledome."

"Of course. Right away, sir." Several guards unlocked Kal's cell, roughly grabbing his arms. He offered no resistance, recognizing the futility, and that he would need all his strength in the coming fight.

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Guta-Nay flexed his large biceps and walked to the Battledome's entrance. It was about to start, and he wanted to be the first one to enter and the last one standing. Guta-Nay noticed the stockpiled weapons dumped on the floor. Some of those weapons looked pretty nasty.....Guta-Nay noticed a couple vicious, jagged blades and a couple sets of Mandalorian armor, and several powerful looking blasters. He didn't want to be on the business end of any of those.

Adjusting his vibroblade's sheath, he made sure his weapons were in perfect condition. He grabbed some extra ammo pouches for his laser shotgun, just in case.

Now he just had to wait for the Battledome to start.

"None of this is really happening. There is a man. With a typewriter. This is all part of his crazy imagination."

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Igwig took his 5 minute brake to go talk to a friend he knew who spoke both basic and jawaese.
Igwig said in jawaese: "Hi, whats new with this joint?"

The conversation passed and Igwig found out that there was going to be a huge, pointless battle and that all the jawas that belonged to Gerba were going to be sent in as easy targets. Igwig was not very happy.he was extremely afraid that the battle was going to be his demise. He suddenly had an idea! He would run and hide like a coward in his friends room. He started to move but suddenly somebody grabbed him and said: "Oh ho! Gerba has plans for you, Jawa!"

Carry on my wayward son!

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Gerba sat in his personal box, the best vantage point of the Battledome. From here he could see all of the arena. At the north end there was a forest of real and holographic trees. There were strategically placed cameras so the audience could watch every movement. High in some of the branches were weapons dangling on ropes. Only the most agile would be able to obtain them.

To the south west lay a miniature village, complied of houses, office buildings and a few multistorey buildings. It was eight blocks of urban terrain. Again there were caches of weapons stashed about, generally in air vents, cupboards and other not so obvious places.

To the south east lay a pile of armour, what was less obvious was the mine field surrounding it. There was some faint discolouring to the ground where the mines had been buried but only those with a keen eye would spot them.

In the centre of the arena stood five tall poles, on top of each was a jetpack. Each pole was sheer except for the odd hand or foot hold. Each pole was at least 20 metres high.

In the walls of the area were various turret guns, set to kill any who fell within the metre perimeter of the wall. This was to stop potential escapees. However the guns would be switched off for the prisoners’ release, they could come online later in the fighting.

Gerba smiled to himself, he turned to Fortuna. “It is time, open the gates.”

-

Tressah lifted her head from her knees as she noticed all the guards exiting the dungeon like their backsides were on fire, “Looks like something is about to happen.”

No sooner had Tressah spoken did the doors to each and every cell door swing open. Tressah stood and peered out. Zelb didn’t hesitate she marched straight out, “I’m going for the good stuff, can’t be tardy.”

Tressah watched the female Zabrak leave and had a feeling it would be the last time she’d see Zelb. “What about you?” Tressah asked Otto.

Otto smiled, “I plan to be the last out the door. I have a feeling that the Hutt will have set up a few booby traps.”

Tressah nodded, “You may be right.”

((Si you can jump in anytime, just left it open so if some characters wanted to scope out Gerba's palace or had other objectives before the battle they could do so.))

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Igwig saw the gates open. some guy tossed Igwig through the air and into the battledome. He landed inside a holographic tree He quickly got up and looked around. He didn't see any body...yet...

Carry on my wayward son!

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Masra looked into the battledome, fully prepared to watch and wait. She was no fool. Why waste precious energy on those too weak to even be enjoyable in the chase, when others would do that job for you. And make them all the more ripe for Masra to slaughter when the time was right. She could stand and watch, taking in knowlegde silently, learning what she needed to know about her victims. No these prisoners were no match for her.

As she saw one enter the arena she felt her bloodlust flush. It was anticipation of the pain that she knew would be inflicted, and in turn more power, strength and desire to cause more.

The middle image is EXaCTLY what Masra looks like: http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/2308/invasionarm1vt.jpg

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder.
"Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

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Krish hung back.  His suspicious nature told him not to go out there.  Weapons would have to wait.  Krish was sure some idiot would come to him looking for an easy kill on a midget.  He would have to take the weapons from the corpse.  Krish looked around; very few others had hung back.  A very odd looking female human and another human were staying near the back as well.  He would have to keep an eye on them.  The crowds were thinning.  Perhaps it was time to go see what was left.

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A pair of prisoners, a male Twi’lek and a Nikto, pushed and shoved at each other as they raced toward a cache of weapons in the wooded hills.  Neatly placed on a long table which itself was fixed in the sand of a small pool, both aliens reached the table at the same time.  Grabbing a blaster, they squared off.

“Wait!” yelled the Twi’lek, his blaster locked onto the Nikto.  “We should work together, others will come for the weapons; we can hide here and kill them!”

“Why should I trust you??” the Nikto spat.

“Because we have little choice.  Hunters with more skill then us with many more prisoners will be upon us soon!  Together, we might have a chance!”

The Nikto thought for a moment.  “Fine.  We shall be partners.”  Lifting his weapon, he gazed out into the trees around them.  “Where should we…”

POW

Walking over to his dead ‘partner,’ the Twi’lek pried the disrupter from the Nikto’s death grip.  “You won’t be needing this” he hissed through his sharp teeth. 

Turning back toward the table, he never expected to see the Barabel looming over him.  Neither did he expect the massive black blade to be lunged into his chest, breaking several ribs as the tip exited his back. 

“Neither will you” said Dra’Kash as his immense grip broke the Twi’lek’s wrist that was holding the disrupter. 

Letting his pray fall off the blade as his legs finally buckled and collapsed, Dra’Kash returned to his treetop perch near the display of weaponry, waiting for the next quarry to arrive...

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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Genjin inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. He brought his hands up and over himself, andthen relaxed them at his sides. He relaxed his legs and stood normally. He stretched to relieve the stiffness of not moving for 3 days. He looked around the dungeon and saw that most people had ran to get to the good weapons. Several were staying back. He decided to go now, avoid trouble as much as he could, and immediatly start looking for a way out. He put on his sandals and left his cell.

From the entrance into the battledome Genjin could see the stampede of prisoners running into the depths of the arena. The terrain was of a jungle type, with many trees and foliage. However, it was not what it seemed. Genjin could feel that some of the trees were holographic. In the distance he could see buildings, an urban terrain apparently. That seemed the most plausible place for an emergency exit or access hatch. He decided to begin his search there rather then sneaking through the jungle. Genjin tightened his bandana and walked into the chaos.

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Igwig started to hear people running and screaming. He looked up and saw a very large gun hanging from a tree. "That would be beter than nothing" he thaught. He started to climb the tree and had no trouble. When he got to the top, A large Wookie started to try and grab him. At first, Igwig thaught that this was his end, But then he remembered the gun. He grabbed the gun and held it the best he could. He pulled the trigger- KRAKOW

     The power of the blast blew Igwig into the air, and he fell to the ground. When he got up, He saw a Headless wookie laying on the ground. This little incident changed Igwigs mood dramaticly. He was now lusting battle.

     Igwig started sprinting (as fast as his little jawa legs could carry him) towards what looked like a small village

Carry on my wayward son!

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The rusted durasteel gate that had never been opened a single time in the one and a half years that Nossk had spent in this foul place opened with an unrehearsed screech of metal-on-metal. The Trandoshan wheeled towards the high-pitched squeal, but did not move. It was disbelief that rooted his scaled feet. His captors had really just released him, at least from his cell, for the sole purpose of killing everyone else in this prison. If this particular reptilian wasn’t so quick to hold grudges, the line between enemy and friend might’ve blurred with Gerba at that moment.

Nossk took a tentative step out of his cell, looking down the cellblock in either direction as if he was preparing to cross the street. Some of the prisoners had already bolted from their cells and were making a break for the stairs at either end of the hall; others appeared to be waiting; still more stood nervously in the hallway, confused and unsure how to proceed. While nervous might not be the proper adjective, Nossk fit in most perfectly with this last group. His simple mind wasn’t exactly racing with options, but there were different priorities to choose from: One could make a break for the weapons and gear, as some of the prisoners had already done; they could remain here and eliminate as much of the competition as possible before they had a chance to obtain weaponry; or…..

Nossk’s train of thought stopped - he couldn’t think of anything else. He’d just encountered a second problem in trying to decide which one of the staggering two options he’d conjured should be selected, when his musings were interrupted by the appearance of one of the guards - a stereotypical Gamorrean wielding a vibroaxe that so often found their way into the employ of Hutt crime lords. He’d apparently decided to go with Option Two, thinking (about as important a trait for him as it was for Nossk) that as long as he was armed, he could use his position as a guard to slaughter the entire cellblock before they would have a chance to arm or even understand what was happening. What he failed to predict was the high probability that many of the inmates present could kill him with little difficulty regardless.

Nossk was lucky enough to be one of the closest.

The Gamorrean waddled through the cellblock, slashing at some of the gaunter, hollow-eyed prisoners that hadn’t yet had a chance to wrap their heads around the concept of being outside their cell; they never would, as three reeled back into their cells-turned-crypts in short order, spattering blood into the hall. He charged the Trandoshan next.

The pig-man raised the axe above his head execution-style as he neared the large reptilian. Nossk snarled and met his charge in kind, not a single coherent thought running through his mind. What he didn’t realize was that meeting Gamorrean head-on was one of the smartest things he could’ve done. Even the swine’s primitive mind knew how close he had to get before he could swing down his axe and kill his enemy; essentially meaning that he knew its effective range. With Nossk barreling towards him, and thus closing the distance twice as fast as the guard expected, his timing was  horribly off, and by the time the Trandoshan had driven his shoulder into the Gamorrean’s gut the axe swing had come down well behind his back.
They both crashed to the floor flailing and clawing. Nossk got a hold on the shoulder-straps of the pig-man’s leather harness, and pulled him into a vicious headbutt that cut open the Trandoshan’s scaly forehead on his adversary’s tusks-like fangs. He stood, dragging the Gamorrean to his feet as well, and flung him into the wall with as much force as he could summon in his atrophied and unfed muscles. The guard’s head whipped into the wall beside Nossk’s cell with a wet crack, and he sank to the ground once more, clawing drunkenly at nothing. The Trandoshan grabbed his assailant by the upper jaw, and placed his head just inside the cell, the rest of his body stretching into the hallway; his meaty throat lay on the track that the heavy durasteel door ran along. Nossk grabbed the bars with both hands.

A caterwaul of squealing filled the hallway for only a moment, then the screech of the rusty track and the clang as the gate slammed shut severed the ruckus in a single, blood-drenched instant. The cellblock was silent aside from Nossk’s heavy breathing as he gazed down at the decapitated Gamorrean. It was his first kill in more than a year, and all in all he was rather pleased with his performance.

Nossk noticed the fallen vibroaxe, and bent down to pick it up before coming back to his original problem of not knowing what the hell he should do. He had a weapon now, but still no purpose; he decided that thinking about it was boring, and instead trotted off towards the staircase nearest him. There would be more fighting in the Battledome than there would be in the cellblock anyway, or else he’d have to kill whoever had come up with its name.

And there would be Gerba, watching from his observation deck with sadistic pleasure. And where there was Gerba, there would be Katray. And where there was Katray, there would be the single battle he dreamed of most as he lay awake in his undersized cot at night. The Trandoshan bounded up the stairs, vibroaxe in hand, licking his pointed teeth in anticipation at the mere thought. His mouth watered.

"I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!" - Belkar

Re: RPG - Battledome II: The Cleansing

POW!

Guta-Nay fired his laser shotgun into a Rodian's chest. He had found a great hiding spot underneath a log (like the one the Ewok slid under in ROTJ to hide from the scout trooper) and had racked up several kills. After he made a kill, he hid the bodies in bushes and hollow logs so no one would be alerted to his presence. He had acquired a couple grenades, as well as a blaster pistol. The Rodian he had just killed had a very interesting rifle, which had a greater range and accuracy then his shotgun, so he took the rifle too.

Rifle: http://www.freewebs.com/raf-ss/M1%20Garand.jpg (Laser rifle)

Pistol: http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/starw … /DE-10.jpg

Guta-Nay got rid of one of his throwing knives so he could have the blaster pistol in it's place, and he slid back under he log to wait for some other quarry.

"None of this is really happening. There is a man. With a typewriter. This is all part of his crazy imagination."