Log:Mandalorians: A Matter of Honor

Mandalorians: A Matter of Honor

OOC Date: November 22, 2019
Location: Fighters Pit, Hutt District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Zee'Roh Kora, Ca'tra Sinbri, Kaelyn, Hadrix Rol, Kannatuk, Sumi Kora, Clan Kora

Among the first to land at the pit, firmly spreading the sand on impact is the warrior in blue plated beskar'gam. Cape fans wide and wild when at last her jetpack cuts and the flames for propulsion die out. A slight bend of her knees accentuates the sudden impact and weight her armor has against her small frame. Sumi steps carefull to one side, demanding the pit master make clear the pit for a matter of honor.

It's handled, at gun point. Leaving the pit clear for the battle that's to take place. Sumi lowers her weapon again, taking the place of the officiator and awaiting both combatants to ready themselves for WAR.

It really doesn't take the spaztic Sephi terribly long to get to this place. She happened to have a close by air-speeder... It's now parked outside the arena, with a couple heavily armed droids looking over it...

Kae wanders inside with her BB unit in tow, Zed is outside with the speeder, along with another armed droid, really!

Kae glances around curiously, then her arms go up over her head and she zips over to one of the many concession stands, where she gets something akin to steak on a stake.... Really, it might be something else, but the Sephi likes it enough.

Kae then grins and skips, litterally, skips over to one of the arena seats before occupying space and waiting.

Zee'Roh lands shortly after sending further dirt around in every direction as she does. With the flames of her jets dying, Zee reaches up to release the environmental seals on her helmet and pull it off her head. Once it's set aside she begins the process of removing the plating of her beskar'gam armor until she's stripped down to just the jumpsuit worn beneath.. a black affair that hugs to her small, but muscular frame like a second skin.

She definitely has bog crotch.

It was the detonator that did it.

All of her armor is set aside, gunbelt laid atop it.

Before she proceeds to turn and face off against Hadrix, however, she loads something into an injector pulled from a pouch and pushes the needle down into her right thigh... whatever is injected has her hissing for a second, then kicking her leg a few times and hoping from foot to foot to test her ability to bare weight.

Spinning to face the unarmoring man, pulling her hair back and twisting the braids into a tight bun secured with a thick elastic band.

As he descends, a small pod pops off of Hadrix's armor, unfolding, one red eye lighting up with four clawed legs dropping down. The droid extends a control rod into Hadrix's suit somewhere in the neck. "Really? We're back here again?" the droid emits in a husky Coruscanti accented female voice. Why is it always the sexy lady voice? No matter.

As he touches down the panels of the suit begin to hum and swivel out of the way, letting the man who... actually... really isn't that much smaller outside of the suit.. step down and out while the droid maintains control. "She spat us. If you hadn't been attached I would have just set her on fire... Principles."

"Should I tell mistress that you've fallen in love with me and that we need to be the next fight in the pits? To prove who is superior?"

"Shuddup, Gripper."

"Make me sir."

Hadrix and the droid actually share a companionable laugh and... well for most people he's not seen out of armor much and Sumi may have glimpsed him only a couple times. The man standing, in a gray tanktop, boots and trousers... well really - under all that scar tissue, both surgical and otherwise... He's a damn kid. Barely in his mid twenties at least. but he looks like he's been fighting everything, all the time.

Seriously.

Old mandos are less scarred up.

Look at Hopp.

Kannatuk has never had any foresight on where life would take him and certainly he never expected to end up in a place like this, but then again destiny seems find people living in junkyards and place them in certain...situations, this might be one of those situations..he's gone from being a scrapper to, well here, and this is probably the most fun he's ever had, even the drunken AT-ST joyride isn't really comparing to this right now

The reflective silver visor spies both fighters and Sumi steps between them to consume their vision, their hate, and lust for battle; if only for the moment. Her voice no longer carries in it humor. Sumi is a warrior. She lives, and dies, by the sword. The sands here, stained with hundreds of years of battle, bear witness today to another matter of honor. Cutting across the chatter as sharp as a sudden snapping sniper shot is Sumi Kora.

<"TSIKADOR?!"> She asks in Mando'a to first Hadrix.

To Zee'Roh Kora next, <"TSIKADOR?!">

Stepping back, she draws her DL-44 with the fluid efficiency of a trained killer and fires it skyward executing the starting bell of this fight.

<"AKAANIRRRRRR!"> She screams!

At the motion from her Vod, Zee nods, still hoping from foot to foot to limber herself outside of her armor. Her arms wave down at her side, but when the call to fight is given she moves. Leaping forward out of her hop into a side to side approach, that both builds speed and makes her hard to target.

She's very fast.

Like rediculously fast.

Inhumanly fast.

And leaps into a pushing straight jump kick that shoves Hadrix back, both bodily and away from ther left leg whipping around into a snap kick that was definitely aimmed for his jaw. Her landing is fluid, waving her shoulders forward and backwards with a sway of her hips rolling all the way up her spine.

She is fast and he takes notice, suddenly up on the balls of his feet when her kick takes him in the chest with a sound like a Sportsball Paddle wackin' a side of bantha. Stepping back beyond the amount shoved by Zero to absorb some of the blow and regain his breath, Hadrix's face breaks into a grin.

He's not as fast as her, but a man of his build should not be this quick. Not at all. Nor as fluid. He limbos backwards to get his face clear, rolling his spine away before a sudden, very solid punch with a hand the size of the brick shavit house aimed dead center for the heart.

He keeps coming as well, the second punch a cross aimed for the throat.

Sumi Kora can be seen standing in the pit, standing off to the flank of the fight with the Herglic Kannatuc, and the Sephi Kaelyn is seated nearby in one of the arena seats. Sumi has crossed her arms after holstering her handcannon. The fight is currently unfolding, both combatants showing immense skill and ability. Speed versus strength. It's truly wonderful to watch.

That hurt.

Zee would be the first to admit it if she were able to.

The meaty fist strikes her in the chest like a piston and knocks the air from her lungs in a huff. Muscle memory and combat training mixed with crazy levels of situational awareness have her ducking beneath the thrusting punch aimmed for her throat. Bending over with the force of the concussive blow into a back bend on limber bones more like rubber than solid substance with both hands planted in the dirt carrying her over into a over kick that sails harmlessly infront of Hadrix, straight down to her shoulders and neck into a springing forward mule-kick, that also misses.

But she rolls out of it.

Still unable to catch her breath.

Still fighting like she's wholly unaware of the fact there's no oxygen until... finally:

She gasps in a deep breath.

Kae blinks and looks between the two fighters curiously... She tilts her head to the left curiously now and munches on her foood on a stick as she glances from person to person now curiously... "Wonder who's gonna win." She mutters

Helmet still in place, her armor the buff color of the cliffs of home, the doctor sedately makes her way into down the stairs leading to the closet ring of the arena. One handed she lifts a hand to Sumi and takes a seat next to Kannatuk, putting her bag down at her feet. The helmet swivels between the two fighters, <How many hits have I missed?>

"NINE OH FOUR!!" He's back on that rock. Back where he was raised. Where there were still corpses of children, who were both alive and dead when they were 'disposed of' into the near vacuum outside of the training creche. Children and teenagers alike, dozens. Some with wide expressions of horror.

"NINE OH FOUR!! What are you doing!?" The voice of the instructor, wiped of gender by the helmet vocalizers. He has to look up at the man, or woman... He's unsure. He's ten. He has marks carved into a bicep far larger than a ten year old boy should have. They mark his confirmed kills in the live fire and un-capped blade trials.

He dodges back and swings to the side from a kick from the instructor... No it's the girl who spat at him. No... No. "FOCUS NINE OH FOUR!" Hadrix's eyes go wide, sixteen years ago and then again today when the mule-kick comes.

Some of the bodies look like they're sleeping.

Then and now Hadrix clicks, the berserker, what they've been molding him for breaks loose. His organic eye blackens as he suffers hemorrhages in the capillaries. His scream is inhuman and when he lunges forward, it's pure rage, hate. He's war. He was crafted for this. Beaten. Shot. Stabbed. Conditioned. He has the blood of his peers on his hands. Two of his trainers. Before twenty he would be considered genocidal with the bones layered to build his throne.

Zee'Roh finds him moving at speed, shoulder in her stomach like a battering ram, lifting her up hard while he tries to snap her in two with a shoulder charge, lifting her up high as if preparing to slam her straight back down onto her shoulders... and that's when he grabs her by the neck. Teeth bared, blood running out of his mouth from a bitten cheek he turns...

And choke slams her into the dirt like he was trying to bounce her like a rubber ball.

Zee'Roh has zero idea the freakshow up bringing of the person standing infront of her. She's unaware that he's a certifible psychopath, but she would give exactly the number of shits it took to spit a peanut at an armor bound man in a club on Nar Shaddaa. Which is to say: none.

Even now, hoist up in a plowing shoulder slam, she'd do it all over again.

She was designed for this. Built. Modeled. Given a face.

She weighs next to nothing, leveraged up on Hadrix's shoulder like air, her knee slams into his face with enough force to shatter bone and it does absolutely nothing to stop him. She's insite a riot of memories and paying for it now.

When she turns to look back, she's being carried in a rush towards the wall, but then the ground is coming up at her. She braces for it, but the ground is hard.. and Hadrix is strong.. and somewhere in the middle of those two things is a machine...

Her legs whip up to cross around Hadrix's bicep when his hand wraps around her throat. Grip on his wrist, every inch of strength goes into pulling his shoulder out of socket... and maybe she does? But then she's up in the air...

Glancing up with dead eyes the ceiling above her arching over like a dull dust colored rainbow of sand and blood... her blood... something's bleeding.

What's bleeding.

When her back hits the ground out of the choke slam, blood errupts from her mouth like a gyser.. sprayed up at the big man.. something jarred loose internally... that's not good.

One leg goes completely slack.. one of her eyes is blown.. pupils asymetrical after her head bounced violently off the hard packed dirt...

Her arm drops back into the dirt... clawing at the loose sand as the big hand on her throat threaten to choke the life from her... That fist snaps around to smash knuckles first against the side of the Troopers right ear.

Another cough.. more blood... Foot going straight out with no where near the strength she'd shown earlier, except for unwillingness to stop fighting, to kick him in the throat..

He just doesn't feel any of it... he's somewhere else..

His nose gave way under the punch to his face, but he knows joint locks, and dislocation moves - they're ingrained into him. His shoulder is wrenched, and he'll feel it later for certain. Then it partially dislocates when he brings her to the ground. Right now there's only the face before him. The target. The instructor.

He screams again, in her face, holding her down into the dirt, a roar of a beast in human flesh. Blood spraying from lips and wreck of a nose, a red mist that he is unsure of where he sees it. Is it in his head? Is it real? 'FOCUS NINE OH FOUR!'

His head rocks to the side and blood begins running down the shell of his ear. The hand comes free of her throat when the boot hits him in the neck. His throat closing and not opening. He kicks wildly for her ribs and then attempts to heel stomp in the right side of her ribs, making clucking sounds as he is forced backward, right arm hanging, left arm in a defensive posture.

Sumi might have answered the good Doctor had she not been watching this fight take place. Even though she has great concern for Zee, the Mandalorian Sumi does not move to her aid. This battle was hers, and she was responsible for seeing it through; beginning to end. Sumi's cape gently flutters behind her while her gauntleted hands are clasped and hooked over the front of her gun belt. Her hip juts out casually, one foot forward, and her head is tilted, drawing attention to the cute feline ears that stick out like two triangle spikes atop her helm.

Sumi is not one who had many nervous ticks, but one manifested in her right hand, her finger lightly tapping as if conveying the restlessness beneath the armor. She cared for both fighters, affectionately, but this was a matter of honor.

Kae tilts her head curiously and watches the goihngs on... "Soooo, one pissed off the other and this is a hand to hand honor duel thingie?" She asks curiously, probably to no one in particular as she watches curiously.... "Ummmm Yup they definately angry at each other!"

Zee's right eye isn't tracking, a half visual representation of a monster leaning down over her trying to pound her into the dirt. A mirage of illusive images wiggling violently like a broken holoterminal. She should just stop, curl up, and protect her head... but that isn't how she's built. Instead she keeps fighting, if largely ineffectively, against the impending doom looming over her like a storm cloud.

No fear.

When Hadrix goes to kick her side, Zee isn't there.. she's not as fast anymore.. but she's still fast enough to preserve her life.. Rolling off away from the massive boot, she hurls her body at him and smashes ... nothing. The right cross actually does hit something, it just happens to be one of the two Hadrix's she sees.. and it's not the real one.

The punch stumbles her off to the side, down onto a knee.. blood oozing out of her mouth from an internal injury that she's now keenly aware of.. A pool of the black/red substance pools in the dirt.. That god damned stim is wearing off on her right leg too... it wont bend until she slams her fist into it a few times.

Pushing up, blood running from the corner of her eye, down her nose, out of her mouth.. she's masked in it. Her hair, loose from the bun, sticks to it until she pushes it back and out of her face.

She's swaying, but it's not the controlled wobbling of a ready fighter.. It's a warrior that doesn't know how to stop.

"You done?" The words are bubbly, blood popping, and wet.

The doctor has no expectation of having her greeting returned. Her attention is on her vod in the ring. Behind the helmet which moves only enough to keep both the fighters in view, Ca'tra is calculating how bad Sumi's injuries are. Bad enough. It might be bacta for her tonight if she lives. It is an honorable fight.

Someone's voice comes amplified through her helmet, her head swivels and tilts to one side. <<Not anger. Honor. Anyone can be angry but to fight honorably is different.>> She doesn't amplify on her remark, her head turning to continue watching the fight.

His response is succinct. An axe kick that wheels high and easily avoidable is throw to give him space. No sound. No roar, or grunt. More clucking sounds. His left hand grips his own throat from the sides and his larynx makes an interesting sound as he forces it open.

His organic eye has rolled back in his head from the lack of oxygen but the cybernetic keeps focus as he gasps, chest filling with air and then rushes out in a mix of mucus and blood spraying over the sand and himself.

His jaws open in a snarl, and he swings his body with a wet crunch of the partial dislocation being re-set with the wild flail of his arm, He still sags, still favors it. But he's stomping right up to the woman his left eye 'waking up' along the way... "Don't spit on me."

He leans back slightly, as if for balance, and then wrenches himself forward so hard he might have pitched right over... if not for the fact that he just issued the Mando before him a perfecty executed Keldabe Kiss.

The part of Zee'Roh that's human has shut down.

The machine that is Zero has taken over the reigns. There's a kind of odd stoicism as she dodges to the left, aware of the damage to her leg by reading the biometric signals in her positronic brain. A terminal routing power around a faulting wire to keep a connection by splicing new pathways. She's on autopilot, however. There's no immediate upper brain function until Hadrix is staring down at her.

Her blonw out eye staring into the dead cybernetic, the one still functional matching his unrolling human orb. Mirror oposites.

Machine vs. beast.

Don't spit on me.

It could be I love you for all that it does to prevent what follows.

Her jaw works back and forth and a mouthful of black/red blood is spit right into his face.

Point blank.

Then his forehead smashes straight into the bridge of her nose like a maul... Rattling her mechanical brain around like a shockball dancing across the field. Consciousness just as illusive... she's aware of system shutdown.

Her eyes roll backwards and she's falling backwards, arms out, legs jelly, body careening towards the hard packed Earth.

Kae tilts her head... "Ummm, ouchie..." She says, blinking a few times.... "Sooo yeaaah, I soooo should like learn hand to hand some day just in case this ever happense to me." She mutters, blinking as she tilts her head.... "Ooh definately a squishied nose...."

The doctor had schooled herself to be patient but she is standing before she knows what is happening, moving down to the Arena. Already she is ticking off the first steps she is going to perform if she doesn't need to do a full blown resuscitation. Cybernetics, organics. By the time her feet hit the bottom step she has a punch list in place.

Finger pointing at the attendants waiting off on side, voice amplified, she snaps, <<Stretcher>>.

The final blow comes crashing, despite Zee's open defiance of his wishes. She's out. Sumi knew it. The Arena knew it. The moon knew it. Sumi was convinced they all heard it. Just as she begins to fall back, Sumi's rocketpack ignites in an instant, kicking up a low wave of sand as she half ran, half blasted across the distance in a brilliant blue flash of cape wavering mass to catch her sister before she hit the ground.

She does, and Zee is lifted up wholly by Sumi who grunts under the weight but manages. <"Doc!.. ">

Sumi blasts off again, landing near the seated doctor to ease the injured and unconscious Zee to the ground carefully. When Sumi rises, giving the beautiful doctor her space, she glances up at Kaelyn briefly, then back to Hadrix. A slow tilt of her head is given, a slight nod. In honor of his victory. Still, there was no shame in defeat, either. Forming a bond with an enemy was cause enough to face the next day bravely; that itself, was a victory. <"Hand-to-hand is a privilege. Mando'ade are closest with their Gods; divine when they are in battle. Should you practice it; do it with the utmost respect. The Gods only honor those who fight with their heart."> Said to Kaelyn, but for any to hear really.

It is not the first time that the two of them heft a body together. The last time it was a dead mark. This one Ca'tra has no intention of letting die even if death does come as the result of an honorable fight. Zee is supine on the repulser stretcher that bobs under her weight, the doctor passes the scanner over her, frowning at the readings.

"You can take her faster than a taxi, Sumi. I will meet you at the compound." A brief look is given over her shoulder at Kaelyn but she adds nothing to Sumi's wisdom and turns to jog out of the arena towards the Bounty Hunter compound.

He Tries to call out to his droid, but the best his bashed face can get out is "G'EPPUHL..." before he reaches up to grab his lower jaw and use a practiced motion to jam its hinges back where they should go with a crack like a slugthrower going off.

His left foot drags as his armor, piloted by his droid lands before him. He turns and steps backward up into the suit, needles already going into neck, chest, and thighs as the suit's onboard life support engage. Hadrix's organic eye widens and he lets out a shudder when flooded by dopamine and pain killers.

"When she wakes up, tell her good fight... and don't spit on my armor."

His suit and boot jets then engage, helmet slamming shut, the one man army lifting again of bursts of flame as Gripper attaches to his armor and sucks down for transit.

<"Ret'urcye mhi"> volume enhanced by his helmet to be heard as he wings away with pinons of argent plasma.

<"Collect her beskar'gam, Ca'tra. I will see you at the compound."> A slow nod, and Sumi is hoisting the unconscious Zee up with a grunt. <<"Ret'urcye mhi,">> Sumi's voice comes over the encrypted comm for Hadrix to hear. He takes to the air, and the caped Mando'ade is not far behind. VTOL jets for heavy lift engaged, Sumi takes to the air with a loud scream of jet propulsion, rocketing into the night sky to return to the BHG compound!