Don't Fear the Reaper: The Price of Power

[Brandon Rhea]

THE STAR WARS RP
DUEL FOR DARK LORD OF THE SITH
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As everyone has already noticed, the current Dark Lord of the Sith, Dakar/Darth Provin, has been inactive for weeks, if not months now. Because that significantly hurts the role-play, especially since the Sith Empire is a major force in the role-play, the staff has decided to hold an open competition for the title of Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor. Basically, this will be one massive free-for-all/every person for themselves duel of those who wish to hold this title. Whoever comes out on top wins the title. It also won’t be just a duel. Your plans for the Sith will be taken into consideration when you’re awaiting approval from the staff to officially be declared Faction Leader. The competitors, WHO MUST PLACE A LINK TO THEIR CHARACTERS PROFILE IN THEIR FIRST POST OF THIS THREAD, are as follows:

Enishi
Mrun0riginal
Vigrash
Lirreka
Hoorex
Disc100
Kalel
Albelt Corraine

The only way to do a “whoever comes out on top” duel is to make it a duel to the death. However, since that would deter people from participating, here’s how this will work. Your character can die in this thread, and when s/he does you’re out of the competition. However, if your character dies in this thread, it DOES NOT mean that they have died in the actual Story role-play. The death would just be considered a knock out, but it’s easier to kill people so that’s what we’re calling it for the purpose of this thread.

General dueling rules of this site also apply: this is free-form, there is to be nothing cheap and there is to be no controlling and/or god-modding of other people’s characters. If you do this once, you will be given a warning. If you do this twice, you will be disqualified from the match. Because of the importance of this thread and the importance of not cheating as is mentioned in the aforementioned sentences, this duel will be heavily moderated by all Star Wars Role-Play Administrators. If you have any problems, please report the post.

If there are any questions, please ask me. If not, then good luck and have fun.

 

[disc100]

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=7907

Arlan Dahn entered the dueling chamber, awaiting the other competitors. He was hoping to leave alive today and become the Dark Lord of the Sith, depending on if he survived. If he were to become Dark Lord, he would be very active in the community of his soldiers and fellow Force-users. He knew he had to kill or be killed.

((Hope this is how you wanted the post))

 

[Enishi]

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2405&highlight=Lukor

Walking into the arena, Lukor wore a displeased appearance on his face; this fight would not be a simple cakewalk. This fight also held the highest of bargaining chips; the title of Dark Lord of the Sith. Ever since he had joined with the sith, Lukor had craved the high position and power. There was no turning back and no chance of giving up. He would fight with every last tactic he held.

OOC: "Don't Fear the Reaper" don't forget the cowbell

 

[Ser Yorick]

Drakus was looking forward to this. An arena match against multiple foes? It was like a dream come true. More people ready to die by his hands, to fuel his hate and anger in an orgy of blood and gore. That's why he despised lightsabers. There was no blood when one was cut by one of those things, unlike his twin vibroshields. If someone was cut by one of his shields, they were going to bleed, profusely. And Drakus was going to smile beneath his mask.

"Please allow me to introduce myself," Drakus Neris bellowed across the arena floor as he entered. He was clad in a full set of dark blue armour, with a wicked looking helm atop his massive form. Six prongs protruded from this helm, though they did not offset his balance, as for years he had trained to counter the weight, and it was well worth it. If someone was dumb enough to get within range, they would most certainly never do so again, if only from fear. Those prongs were actually vibroblades. On his head.

"I am Hate, Anger, Jealousy and Spite. I am the Teeth in the Darkness, the Fire deep within the Earth. I am Drakus Neris. And I am your Death."

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=176674#post176674

 

[Will]

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=6383&highlight=Kumori

Ren smiled as she entered the arena. Her two puppets followed her. She had been constantly checking that all the little 'surprises' worked flawlessly. They did. There would only be a few real competitors. The rest would die. Slowly. Ren looked forward to flaying the minds of so many of the Sith that she despised for their lack of behaviour of a true sith. She handed her lightsabres to ther puppets, one taking one in its left hand, the other in its right. Their cowls hid their expressionless metal heads, looking like a pair of armoured bodyguards. When se heard the speech of this newcomer, this undeserving 'Drakus Neris', she laughed inside.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=7993

Lynn had been sitting cross-legged in the far corner of the arena since last night. Basically, he was still calculating his odds at actually winning. Since as far as he could remember, his number one priority was not dying, so the meditation seemed fairly necessary. As his would-be competitors continued to pile into the stadium, each with their own demeanor and aura, Lynn simply stared distantly at them through the giant goggles of his gas mask.

Anyone looking back a Lynn, and then remembering, not only what was possible to win, but also who his opponents would laugh nine out of ten times easy. He was slumped against a wall wearing a gas mask, a black and red striped hoodie, a black backpack, black pants, and long awkward shoes with a large circle and star on them. Strange. He was of slight build, and looked almost harmless, except for the lifeless orbs of his mask. They seemed to pierce the soul; penetrating it with sheer force of life and will to survive. Though Lynn did not look the part, underestimating him would be a fatal mistake.

"What's 'earth'?", Lynn said aloud.

 

[Ser Yorick]

OOC: What puppets? They is no mention of them in your profile, and as far as I know, you're not exactly allowed help in this arena fight. Just your character. But, if we are, I'll create a couple cyborgs to come fight for me...

EDIT: This was directed to Mrun.

 

[Viggy]

OOC: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=7119

IC:

Fodur Kovin walked out into the arena, with a strong grip on his golden lightsaber. He stood tall and proud, and looked scrutinizingly at the opposition. He had respect for all fellow Sith, but today's purpose required he push that aside and kill. He expected all the others to do the same.

He ignored the arrogant introductions and simply stood still in his beginning stance, waiting for someone to make the first move. His face was illuminated by his weapons golden aura, and he squinted slightly as he waited for combat to begin.

 

[Will]

OOC: What puppets? They is no mention of them in your profile, and as far as I know, you're not exactly allowed help in this arena fight. Just your character. But, if we are, I'll create a couple cyborgs to come fight for me...

EDIT: This was directed to Mrun.

OOC: THey are there, in her gear:

Gear:
2 Dual-phase lightsabres
A pair of puppets, with hidden blades in each arm, and poison dart shooters, and grapples in their chest cavities.

 

[The Balance]

OOC: Seeing that there is already arguing going on and that there will be future arguments I made an OOC thread so direct your arguing to there, and sorry for spamming :p

http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=8079

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Annoyed that the armored behemoth had ignored his little comment, he dug his hands into his backpack as discretely as possible. While doubted that no one would notice, he didn't really care as he had come to an epiphany. He realized how he could not only even the playing field between himself and other juggernauts, but how to avoid combat in itself as well. The most guaranteed way to win a battle is to not fight it at all.

A few more moments, and slowly he pulled four small black orbs from the backpack. With a simple toss, they bounced over towards the center of the arena releasing a thick green smoke into the air at a uncomfortable pace. If anyone had given Lynn a second look, they'd realize something vital. None of his skin was showing. At all. Another moment, and they'd realize why. Not only was the smoke toxic, but merely allowing it to touch your skin would cause irritation and prolonged exposure would almost definitely melt the skin away completely and damage most armors.

That was phase one. Phase two was a little less complicated. Lynn focused on his combatants, and thought three words. Hate me less. While he knew that it was impossible to control and completely sedate a true Sith's rage, he knew that it could be manipulated. It had been for eons. Hell, that's basically the reason why half the Sith are Sith. With that small phrase constantly probing the minds of his opponents, it may give him the edge he needed.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

NOTE: Any competitor that does not post by Wednesday night will be disqualified.

 

[The Agriculturist]

A siCkeNinG chuckle echoeD tHroUgh the ancieNt ARENA, with ThE eerie potential tO send chills down the mOst deVilisH of thEse WoUld be Sith. They were NotHiNG. Nothing! BOttOm fEEdErs of the dark side, TRYING to be its mAstEr! And sO ThE DArk sIdE ItsElf HAS sEnt OnE oF iTs oWn, One of CHAOS. and sO he LaUGHed, The DaRK sIdE ENVELOPING hIm. wEApOn In hAND.


http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=177141#post177141

 

[Will]

Ren saw the dirteen smoke pouring from the orbs, And jumped to action. She pushed away the smoke with the force, making sure none of it came close. She turned to see a being of darkness enter the arena, a dark weapon in hand. This one seemed to think highly of himself with that chuckle. All of these newcomers were arrogant. They had randomly turned up to try and steal her rightful place. They would pay...

 

[Who Wrecks?]

He figured that would happen. No Sith was not paranoid enough to actually allow the fog to hit them, so he should've seen the whole "force push it away" thing coming. Well, he could go onto the plan B. Yes, actually, that sounds perfect, Lynn thought to himself.

Spurring into action, the Sith dove into the green cloud, quickly digging into his backpack once more. Laying down a good two or three mines, he then turned his attention to Ren. You know when you get a good look at some people, you can just tell they think they're the shit? Well... he got that vibe from Ren. She looked full of herself. He could use that.

Sending out another probe, he tried to penetrate the females mind. Don't worry about the runt. He couldn't kill you even if you were asleep. He could use her overconfidence. Just a second later, he leaped from the gas cloud and entered the air with a jolt. As soon as he had completely exited the green smog, he ignited his twin red sabers, the red hue reflecting off the giant orbs of his goggles. Slashing downwards towards her shoulders, Lynn hoped to slice both of her arms off, but at the very least he'd take one. He was truly a demon.

 

[Will]

The wiry little sod who had set off those grenades tried to perusade her. Her! Ren Kumori! The Mistress of manipulation! She jumped back as the little fellow swung, bringing one of her puppets forward to black, its purple lightsabre entering bladelock, and it's hidden vibroblade also locking with the other.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn

"Robots?! What the f---", Lynn managed to yell as she slipped out of striking distance. He couldn't just kick a tin can in the groin and head for his real target, but if he didn't take this thing out now, it was gonna bother him for the duration of the match. Possibly the rest of his life. However, there was one thing he had on his side. He knew exactly what he was going to do next, and the tin-man? Well... he could only respond. Lynn was in control.

Though the puppet was far stronger than Lynn, he pushed forward on the bladelock, before disengaging the crimson blade in his left had. In that split second that the metal abomination was off-balanced, he swiftly placed his left hand on the things back, and stuck out his left foot and pushed. Tripping the robot, he threw his left saber out, the blade igniting as it flew. It wasn't aimed at Ren, however, and it went wide out of reach. That was when Lynn had begun to charge, slicing horizontally with his right lightsaber. Simultaneously, his other Jedi weapon had begun to curve, boomeranging back towards the small of Ren's back.

 

[Will]

Ren pulled the other puppet around to stop Lynn from killing her. She heard the hiss of a lightsabre, and jumped left, feeling it nick her arm. She used the pain and anger to fuel herself, both her puppets staying before her. One would stay close to defend, whilst the other would go for Lynn. She twiddled her fingers and wrist, manipulating the puppet to attack Lynn, using Jar'Kai styled combat with the vibroblade and Lightsabre, which was set for long. The vibroblade would be used as the defensive blade. She wouldn't let this goggled freak steal her crown...

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
Just like girl to send others after you, he thought, laughing aloud. He couldn't use that little move again, it'd be expecting it. He'd have to come up with something new. A small flick of the wrist, and the twin blades had become one double bladed saber. With a defensive step back, he held his free left hand out sending a jolt of energy from his hand cackling into the steel frame of the puppet.

((Stun Driod))

 

[Will]

((They aren't droids, but meh. I'll give you it.))

Ren felt her puppet freeze up, and so dropped it. She used her other hand to control the defence puppet, giving her finer motor control. She pulled the purple lightsabre from the frozen puppet using the force, making the handle fit inot the socket of the other puppet, so as it had 2 purple lightsabres, one set to long, and the other to short. She made sure that the stun would not happen again. The chest cavity opened, and the row of dart shooters became vivible. Several tiny darts were fired right at Lynn, with poisons ranging from sedatives to neurotoxins within them. She kept on guard for the stun to come eagain. She rushed Lynn, using one sabre to swipe at the opponent, the other sabre staying close, on guard.