Don't Fear the Reaper: The Price of Power

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
It all happened so fast, he could hardly be considered in control. He simply let go of himself, completely at the will of the force. As the darts fired from the android, Lynn dove towards them, falling upon the metal husk of the first robot. Rolling, he used the puppets metal bulk to block the darts before slipping back out from under it just as the second android sliced through it with the lightsabers. This was getting out of hand. He had come way to close to death, so with a back flip, he slipped his hands inside his backpack and released two more black orbs. Just as the first set, these began to immediately release a thick green smog.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Ha HA hA ha hA Ha ha!" ThE CHUcklIng gAInEd pOwEr, As a SIlvEr sphErE sHoT out, shOOtIng thROUgh tHe AIR toWArds thE RoBoTiC pUppEts. WHAT FOOL bE UsIng sUch WEAK tOOls As wEApOns? ThE ION GRENADE, LIKE its OwnER hAd a SHoRt fUsE. On FIRST, It wOUld DEstROy thE IDIOTIC mAchInEs!

 

[Lirreka]

'There was enough Darkside energy in this arena to smother a Jedi Master' Solidaad thought as she took her time to gauge her opponents despite the growing conflict. Each of them offered horrors and torment in multitude by the very weight of their auras. Many have died at their hands for them to reach this tier in the embrace fo the Darkside, many more will suffer till they gain their desires. She was in good company.

Even as the Green fog flowed across the Arena she saw how the others responded, indeed it was with the paranoia that all who walked the Dark Path took unto themselves. Rather then force the Fog away Solidaad allowed it to approach. She knew pushing it away would make her a beacon to the senses of her opponents, why hold up a flare when you could simply... submerge? The plastishell breather slide from the underside of her half-helm, covering the small portion of her flesh that was exposed, her lower face. Crouching as the mist enveloped her she abruptly stood and took several graceful steps to her left, only to once again pause. Her saber while out was not ignited, again why draw attention when one could prowl? She listened to the force, listened to the echoes within it, felt the very particles of the fog, like a spider in a web, she would use the very weapon of her opponent to warn her of approach...

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[disc100]

Arlan saw many of his own people already begin battle with one another and ran in to join. He saw his master fighting with another and began to help. The young Sith apprentice activated his lightsaber and slashed at Lynn while shooting lightning at him. "That'll teach you to try and kill my master!" Arlan yelled while attacking.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
"Wha? No! Stop, you foo--", Lynn said as the imbecile came flailing towards him. Within seconds, the relatively calm arena exploded with noise, fire, and... explosions. As Arlan had attacked Lynn, he couldn't tell whether the lightning or the slash came first, it seemed that his onslaught of energy had ignited the gas. Instinctively, Lynn had tapped two buttons on his left shoulder that applied both a heat resistant energy shield as well as an active camouflage.

The result was Lynn being badly burned, but hopefully it came at a heavy prize to all the others as well. Slowly, he dragged his now invisible body towards they arena walls, to exit combat for the moment.

((How big is the arena?))

 

[Enishi]

This match was going to become a hellstorm with the chance of getting hit higher then the chance of survival. Instead of blindly fighting his opponents, Lukor sunk into the background. Using the little shadow for cover, while attempting to mask his force signature, Lukor awaited his opponents moves. Why tire himself out, or risk death, when he could act as the vulture and pick at the remains?

When the explosion came, Lukor was forced to call upon the force, for the slightest moment, to reduce the damage of the grenade. The impact of the grenade was strong and sent him against the wall with a thud. His seemingly unconscious, or perhaps dead, body slumped back into the few shadow.

 

[Ser Yorick]

The explosions did nothing to Drakus, as the poisonous and apparently flammable gas had never reached him. A moderately strong shockwave however, did send him flying back and slammed him against the arena wall. Nothing his armour couldn't protect him against.

"You can't turn invisible here you fool!" Drakus shouted to Lynn through the Force. "This arena is full of Force users, who can feel you!" Reaching out, the Mojo-Mender grasped his burned body and lifted him up to his feet, Drakus didn't need his partner dying on him just yet... That gas was not a bad idea though, he thought to himself. But I prefer a more straight-up approach.

Charging forward, he went right at the one he sensed the most imminent danger from, and the one heavily attacking his makeshift partner in all this. Ren. The one with the "puppets", the lady who had laughed as Drakus declared that he was going to be the winner. With a whine the vibroshields upon each forearm sprang to life, their mirrored edges reflecting the light and fire of the recent explosion. Drakus dashed forward up from behind Ren, and stabbed up, his right shield slicing through the air and singing its song of death all the way. If she didn't move quick, its bladed edge would cut right up through her back.

 

[Will]

Ren jumped forward, flipping neatly. She watched sd the apprentice Arlan sliced at Lynn. She projected a bubble of force around herself, so as the tearing explosion did not rip her to shreds. The puppet flew with her, The vibroblade in its arm crackling with dark energy. She turned to face the armoured behemoth, obviously proud. She kept her awareness sharp. She was making sure there was nothing odd anywhere, apart from the fact that so many powerful Sith were in one place. She had already scoped out a partner in this battle: Lukor. He was the only other one deserving of the title. She had to contact him.

 

[Lirreka]

Solidaad, her senses already spread out through the gas itself felt the point of ignition. As fast as the gas erupted in flames faster still was her mind and reactions. She once more relied on training rather then force use, she fell to the ground face first, her cloak, an alchemical creation designed to aid against energy attacks and sources provided her with a modicum of protection but when the fiery explosion faded her armor was scorched, smoldering but still intact. Her flesh beneath damaged but still functional. Rolling to her feet she took up a defensive stance once more gauging her opponents, once more into the breach.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
Lynn resisted the urge to wince as Drakus lifted him to his feet. He continued to stay camouflaged, even if they could sense him, they wouldn't be able to get that pin-point accuracy, and any advantage would be taken, however small. As he reached into his backpack again, the back of his hand scrapped against the zipper, and he could not help, but moan. He was burned badly, as he had been using the smog as cover when the idiot assaulted him. He couldn't go back in close quarters. At least not yet. So instead, he pulled a sleek Radonian Blaster and aimed his sights directly on Ren. In a crouched position, he began to creep to the left, so he could get a clear shot and not chance hitting Drakus. Once he got his shot, he fired three steaming bolts of energy towards her.

 

[Will]

Ren landed, and was quickly assaulted again. She pulled her puppet into the path of the three shots, leaving holes in the chest cavity hatch plating. That was the thinnnest part on their armour. She turned, but could see nothing. Great. Some idiot though they were sneaky. She could get a rough guess of where the enemy was, and that was all she needed. She gathered energy in her free palm, and lightning burst out into the area, deadly bolts stabbing like glowing fingers.

 

[The Agriculturist]

ThE lIttlE pUppEt WOMAN wAs dIstrActEd, And thAt wAs all hE nEEdEd.

"rEjOIcE In the CHAOS!" He cAlled, Unleashing a BARAGE of his oWn lIghtnIng, the WRATH of the DARK sIdE COARSING thrOUGH thE air, FUELING thE dEstrUctIOn In The LIGHTNING whIch nOw was fired at REN.

 

[Will]

The lightning coursed over Ren, and she collapsed in pain. She didn't let herself lose though. She got back up, the force power and pain fuelling her. ''Die you laughing fool!'' She screamed, Her puppet launching at him, the grapple firing. If this worked, there would be another explosion...

 

[Enishi]

The impact of the wall had shaken him up a bit, but Lukor could feel himself returning to consciousness. Opening his eyes slowly, Lukor observed the predicament that Ren was in; she was being attacked from all sides. Something told him to help her.

But as a sith, I should let her wear down her opponents...

She and Lukor seemed to be the most likely candidates to win the match, and she did deserve a chance. Standing up, Lukor scouted those attacking her; a psychotic man, one who seemed to have no grasp on the force, and the other with the ego. Something was wrong, however; almost as if something... or someone was missing.

The sith may have a dark agenda, but it cannot be ruled by one so incapable of thinking correctly. Kor Jeteh had to fall. Watching the crazed man, Lukor sprouted the trickiest of plans. If this man was truly as psychotic as he was, he could swing like a pendulum. Looking in Drakus' direction, Lukor used the force to push Kor away from Drakus. Should this ploy work, the psycho should think that Drakus attacked him.

 

[The Agriculturist]

AS tHe PUPPET womAn fEll frOm hIs POWER, hE haD aLL THE tImE IN the wORld tO PrePaRe for hEr NeXT AttAcK.

"NOT TODAY! Ha hA HA hA Ha!" he TaUnTeD, drOpPing anothER ION gReNaDe wHerE he STOOD, as He LaUncHed Into THE Air, MovIng hImsElf AwAy fRom the SiLLy puPPet. All iT wOUlD mEEt is aN IoN BoOm!

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
Normally, he couldn't dodge lightening, but the thing was... there was space between himself and Ren. With the force as his guide, Lynn dove out of the way, combat rolling, until the witch's attention was directed at both Drakus and Kor. They could handle the woman, he'd find a new target. Gazing across the arena, he spotted him. The man that went flying into the wall. Easy pickings, he thought to himself as he raised his blast and fired at Lukor.

 

[Will]

Ren was knocked back by the force of the grenade. She kept strong though, guiding the grapple with the force. It curled up, arcing for the psycho. The black cable wound after him, nipping at his ankles. The puppet was black now from the force of two grenades.

 

[The Agriculturist]

Ren was knocked back by the force of the grenade. She kept strong though, guiding the grapple with the force. It curled up, arcing for the psycho. The black cable wound after him, nipping at his ankles. The puppet was black now from the force of two grenades.

ThE cAble wRaPPed ArOUnD hIs AnkLe, ImMedIatLey sLoWing Down his FALL. BUt hE hAd AnoTHeR trIck oN hIs BeLT, not Up hIs SlEEVE.

hIs HaNd ReacHed fOr one Of HIS twO LigHtSAbRes, and eFFortlesslY iGNitEd it As he SweePed at The CABLE tIeD ArounD him. HIs OtHer Hand, thReW hiS SeCond LIghtSaber at ThE Puppet's NoW exPOsEd ChEsT CavItY, to 'CuT It's StrINGS.' Ha HA HA HA.

 

[Will]

THe puppet exploded, the explosive cache igniting. Ren threw a shield around herself, stopping it from ripping her apart. She got up, and unclipped her lightsabres. She had to fight now. And, when this was over, she'd make sure her upgrades were more resiliant...

 

[The Agriculturist]

HIS lighTSabeR ReturnEd to HIM, aS he LanDed, FOrCiNg HimSeLf tO RoLL, As tHe CabLe HaD sLoWeD his MoMenTUM and iNjury cOuLd HaVe CoMe.

He StOOd, a DevIlIsh GrIn SpREAd on hIs WhIte FaCe. He GaVE bOth LigHtSabrEs a TwIrl, purPoseLy lEttIng ThEm cOME TO coNtAcT wIth tHe GroUnd, whicH SpIt BacK fLaMiNg SpArkS. Let ChAOs COME!