Stranger to the Galaxy: Voka Reireek's Training (BHG)

[PsychoAgent]

While Ares was busy walking down the halls, Voka engaged his plan of action. The rodian couldn't risk being a sitting duck wasting ammo on the infinite spawning droids. Between each wave of droids, Voka cautiously opened the suitcase hinge by hinge. He quickly flipped the case opened revealing a modified slugthrower rifle safetly encased along with an attachable scope inside.

After Voka took down the next pair of droids, he quickly picked up the rifle and slung it over his back. There was no time to attach the scope, he had to make due with the iron sights of the rifle. He fired his pistol upon the next pair of droids and made a mad dash down the hallway to the nearest fallen droid. He leaped and dropped down to a prone position behind body for cover and fired at the next pair of incoming droids.

 

[T.J]

Being unable to correct their programming so they could adjuct to the changing fight, the droids went down quickly and without to much of a fight. The current stage was meant to warm up recruits more than actually challenge them. When Voka got to a certain point in the room, the lights came back on and any remaining droids powered down. The door at the opposite end unlocked but remained closed. The room Ares stood in was octaginal shaped and the floor was covered in a fine layer of dirt and rock. It would look like an arena to most, much like the ones on Taris.

 

[PsychoAgent]

The lights lit the room and the droids stopped coming. Voka lowered his guard and was bewildered by the sudden pause in combat. He drew in a breath of relief and stood up to walk back to the suitcase he left from the back of the room. With the moment of peace, he wasn't going to let himself get caught off guard again. He prepared his rifle by outfitting it with a scope.

Voka slung the rifle to his back again and carried his suitcase again as he walked to the next room at the end. He kept his pistol at his right hand ready, checking both left and right turns for any active droids before opening the door.

Voka slowly crept the door open with his pistol in front only to be shocked at seeing a huge arena shaped room before him. He noticed a figure at the center and quickly aimed his pistol only to discover it was the armor-clad warrior, Ares.

 

[T.J]

"Why hello there. You nice and warmed up now?" Ares said as he remained motionless, his metal armor contrasting with the tan colored dirt and walls.

"I'm sure your wondering what I have planned for you in this room. But first I must relieve you of your weapons. You can either hand them over or I can take them. Your choice."

 

[PsychoAgent]

Voka smirked at Ares's remark and lowered his gun. "Ah I like the sound of this. Hand to hand, the basis of all combat! Only a fool would trust his life to a weapon," he replied as he kneeled and began stowing his pistol and rifle in the suitcase.

Voka also grabbed all the ammo clips from his vest and put them in the suitcase as it would only serve as useless weight. He then pulled out a hidden vibro-blade underneath his poncho and handed Ares over the suitcase and blade.

"Are stun grenades allowed?" asked Voka as he prepared to remove the grenades from his vest.

 

[T.J]

"Im afraid not. But this neccessarily isnt going to be melee combat, you will be provided with guild issue weapons. To ensure you can handle yourself wih any weapon in any situation." As Ares spoke several multi-layered weapons racks came out of the floor around Voka. Ares took the suitcase and knife and waitied for a tray to come out of the ground next to him, he set the objects on the tray and it quickly shot back down and sealed seamlessly.

" Please pick quickly. As the shelves have a set timer before going back into the floor. And please dont try wedging them open or anything. Its a real pain to fix the hydraulics." Ares paused for a moment so the trainee could absorb the information given. " Please tell me when your ready." The weapon racks held an assrotment of weapons, Slug thrower and blaster rilfes and pistols. Plently of types of melee wepaons also adorned the shelves.

 

[PsychoAgent]

Voka observed each weapon on the racks. As he held and studied each slugthrower, they felt cheap and less effective than his own tweaked slugthrowers. The rodian took a semi-auto rifle with a scope attached, similar to that of his own rifle.

He then studied the blasters. It wasn't the first time he seen a blaster yet certainly the first time he held one. They were much more efficient in penetration yet they can't be outfitted with silencers like slugthrowers. They were considered a luxury back where he was. Since the room suggested an open battle, stealth is pretty much impossible. Voka picked a blaster pistol with a mini scope attached and stowed it in his holster.

Voka looked at the melee weapons rack and skipped right down to the knives and blades. Knives and short blades were the only weapons he had any practice and training with. They weren't vibro yet still sharp enough to slice through the skin. He took three of the knives and stowed one of the blades on his vest sheath and the rest on separate pockets.

Voka double checked his new gear and faced Ares. "Ready...," he responded.

 

[T.J]

"Good.....Now attack me." Ares said he he remained motionless. All the weapon rakcs quickly shot back seemlessly into the ground as if responding to his words. The bounty hunters hands remained folded behind his back.

Little did the recruit know, all the ranged wepaons on the racks were rigged to not fire unless Ares wanted them too. It forced melee combat, and gave Ares a chance to get a little more personal with his recruits.

 

[PsychoAgent]

Voka took in Ares's words and took advantage of Ares's lack of motion as he quickly ran a few steps back. The last thing he wanted to do is go straightforward against a heavily armored man. Voka was disadvantaged by defense and had no knowledge of Ares's agile ability despite the amount of armor.

The best tactic was the long range approach as he faced back at Ares, aimed his blaster pistol for the head, and pulled the trigger. He hoped the blaster would knock Ares off balance.

The blaster clicked yet no blast came out. 'What the hell!?' thought Voka.

 

[T.J]

To Ares amusement, the recruit backpedalled, bringing his blaster pistol to bare and shooting. Only to find out that they didnt work, the only sound that came from the pistol was a clicking whenever the trigger was pressed. It was almost enough to make Ares laugh, but he remaied motionless.

"Something wrong mate?"

 

[PsychoAgent]

"Keepuna!!" sweared Voka as he click the trigger two more times. He checked the blaster to find out its at tip top condition and fully loaded. Voka figured out what was going on.

"This blaster is rigged! What kind of game are you playing at!?," yelled the furious rodian.

 

[T.J]

"I'm still waiting trainee. Are you going to attack me or complain. Work around the faulty weapon." Ares said with a condescending tone, he wanted to try and get the recruit riled up, or at least piss the rodian off a little. He found it put a little more pep into most recruits step.

 

[PsychoAgent]

'Is this some kind of joke, looks like he really did want a close combat fight' thought Voka.

Voka stowed his blaster and took out the slugthrower rifle. Instead of aiming the rifle, Voka held the rifle with his right hand on the tip and left hand close to the butt. He charged straight to the armored warrior and thrusted the butt of the rifle straight towards the gut.

 

[T.J]

Ares waited till the last possible moment before reacting, pushing the gun down and away while simultaniously sending a palmed hand towards the rodian's face. He was using the recruits momentum against him, the force of his attack reversed.

 

[PsychoAgent]

Voka flew back and staggered from the attack. His vision was blurred and felt blood run down his mouth. He spit the blood down on the ground and staggered back to position.

He took up his rifle again, took a left step towards Ares, and swung the butt of the rifle towards his right side. Voka took up the momentum of the rifle butt and swung the rifle horizontally to the left.

 

[T.J]

Ares grabbed the rifles butt in mid swing, wrapping it around his arm and removing it from Voka in the process. The bounty hunter then deaflty threw it across the room in the oposite direction. He still stood in the same position as he did when the training exercise started.

"Come on. At least try to hit me." Ares said in a taunting tone.

 

[PsychoAgent]

Ares's patronization was not helping. The moment his words settled in Voka's mind, Voka formed a fist and was about to lunge with a direct punch. He hesitated only to realize the situation he was in and that losing his self control to rage in combat would only blind him.

Voka backpeddled a few steps in order to catch his breath and regain composure. He intensely set his eyes on Ares's arms and leg for any sudden movement. The room was filled with dirt and rock.

He set his next plan of attack in motion. Voka readied himself in a fighting position and slowly crept closer to the lone figure. From 3 feet away, Voka kicked a dust full of dirt and rocks towards Ares. This did not affect Voka's own vision as he read Ares's heat waves and charged towards him.

Voka pulled out his first blade with his right hand from the vest sheath and flipped the blade for backhand use. He aimed for Ares's elbow joint. Voka's blade sweeped diagonally from top right to bottom left.

 

[T.J]

Being that Ares was protected by an air tight suit of armor, the dirt had no effect on him whatsoever. he also possessed heat vision, not naturally, but mechanicly replicated by his helmets visor.

Ares took a step back, using the gap created to throw the rodian's attack off balance. He grabbed for the knifed hand, content in the fact that his gaultlet would shield his hand from the blades razor edge. If he was successful ,he would squeeze with all his might, probably crushing the rodians hand within his metal coated grip.

 

[PsychoAgent]

Ares's grabbed hold of Voka's right hand. A huge binding erupted from Voka's hand and shrieking scream of pain came out of of his mouth. Ares's continued to bind the rodian's hand with intent to crush the bones.

The pain downed Voka on his knees, however he kept up with his passion to fight. With the last of his strength, Voka used his free left hand to grab the second blade from his pocket. He quickly freed the blade from its sheath as he pulled away. He got up from his
knees while gritting his teeth and set his eyes upon Ares's emotionless visor.

Voka then lunged the left blade towards the elbow joint of the hand that continued to crush the rodian's right hand.

 

[T.J]

Ares jerked his hand that was crushing the rodian's hard to the left, throwing off Voka's attack so it impacted his chest. Sparks flew as it skidded down the bounty hunters chest plate. There was almost no visible damage.

He then sent a armored knee flying towards the recruits now exposed stomach. Ares released his grip as his attack flew through the air, he didnt want to hurt the recruit too bad after all.