Log:Onderon Tournie IX
The Rotguts take on the Boss Hogs
OOC Date: July 14, 2022
Location: Onderon
Participants: Colo Nell, Cora Das, Grom, Hadrix Kora, Hahtavi Kora, Kohnner, Sumi Kora as Self/GM, Tamsin Cas, Valeska Kora, Zhu Yan
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
The battle arena is alive with volume as the peasants of Onderon cheer drunkenly for the carnage and death of one, or maybe both, teams. The announcer, and their ads from the central display, a massive holo presentation hovering high above the arena, continue to flash but struggle with volume thanks to the intensity and enthusiasm from the crowds who are eager for BLOOD.
On one side, unseen, twenty (20) highly trained Commander Squealers (Gamorrean Raiders) calling themselves the 'Boss Hogs' await in disciplined formation by the iron gate, axes, swords, and WARHAMMERS in hand.
On the other side, the 'Rotworms' a rag tag group of volunteer thrillseekers, murderers, gangsters, jedi, smugglers, and war-bred warriors prepare themselves for a battle they are vastly outnumbered for.
It is no secret the odds are against the Rotworms, but as Sumi clears the scabbard of the long weapon she carries and tosses the protective case aside, she angles its blade up to catch the glint of artificial light to watch it glitter in unique, wavy lines. <"The odds favor us,"> Sumi says to the others. <"Where ever we swing, we shall find foe. I have been looking forward to this.."> The mirror-like exterior of her helmet's visor looks up along the blade a moment then back down before looking out toward the sands. That feeling before a big competition.. and not a space port-a-john in sight.. j/k. But.. seriously.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]
He could let himself go today, today would be the one to do it. For the spectacle. But then there'd be the risks to others caused by a lacking in discipline among their ranks. Let off some steam. Keep in line.
The massive kashyyykian cannon in hand is primed, fresh drum of durasteel bolts loaded and plasma chambers ready to begin over pressurizing with Hadrix looming, head down, hands moving on instinct. Shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths and his helmet bobs in the manner that suggests he might be speaking within. Nothing escaping on vox or over comms.
'Just for a minute. We'd like it.'
Hunching some, just a little, the big man shakes his head in abbreviated sweeps, one hand coming to rest on the pistol grip of the plasma caster worn on his hip.
'Like the good old days.'
[ Colo Nell (Colo)]
The arena's elbow-room only, which suits Colo just fine as he stands a bit above the typical crowd-sentient and crooks his neck just right to make out the holovids above. He's just here for moral support and maybe the occasional bit of wincing from the bloodsport to be seen below.
That and a bit of gambling, okay, fine. What he's not here to do is worry too much over eccentricities of foreign cultures and their barbaric ways getting in the way of his making some credits off of it. Datapad in one hand and a local intoxicant in the other, he maintains only a mild squeamishness reserved solely for the fellow spectator he's drafted into listening to his quips: "The 'Boss Hogs'? Really? I'd say they need better representation, but half of them are going to be dragged out of here missing their heads anyway." His tone is sarcastic, at least until his own wit amazes him: "Ha! The '-Loss- Hogs'!"
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
CHON KOHNNER had lost his right leg and almost died on Thyferria a few days ago. Any normal person would have given up this life of battle and combat, sequestered them selves in their ship and ran cargo until they grew old and died.
Except the Klatooinian said Kriff That.
One decent cybernetic robot leg later with barely any time to get used to it and here the Pup The Space Ronin was, preparing for battle once more to the death. He pulled his vibrodagger from his belt secured around his VOID armor and switched it on. He moved his new mechanical leg around as if stretching it, trying to get used to it. A silent and slow glance to Colo.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora Das is not a known face in the... gladiator pit fighting community. No, and she's not really even happy to be here. She is happy, however, to get paid for 'odd jobs' here and there, and this certainly qualifies as an odd job. She watches calmly as the small militia known as the Boss Hogs stands in tight formation on the opposite end of thee arena. Little optic nerves and sensors whirr imperceptibly behind her ocean blue irises as she takes in the numbers. It doesn't take an advanced artificial intelligence system to know that... well. This is going to be a sticky one.
She draws the blade from her back and presses it down into the dirt at her feet. Her modified light armor doesn't particularly look like it was built for her safety in mind, but the bits of bolted-on blades and, well, bolts, do look like it was made to put the hurt on other people.
In this case, chubby little pig men.
She presses the switch on the hilt of her vibroblade to engage its internal vibration mechanism. It immediately begins to sink into the dirt between her legs, requiring her to give a little heft and pull it out.
"I admire your optimism. I will do my best not to die."
[ Grom (GROM)]
"The odds always favor whichever side numbers the MOST GROMS. And so the little does are EMPHATICALLY OUTNUMBERED by an overwhelming one to none. SO SPEAKS GROM." The Houk's volume control has not improved. At least he's not frozen, this match.
[ Valeska Kora (Val)]
The theraputic merits of blood sport cannot be understated. It lowers blood pressure, good exercise, and you meet new people. Said meeting is often very brief before they are tragically and suddenly dead but hey. Better them than us. The benefits come two-fold if you do /well/ in these fights. Damn good adverstivement for anyone looking to hire a merc who is as extremely difficult to kill as she brittle in her young joints. But that's from said joints being broken, blasted, battered, and bruised.
Forging a weapon? Maybe. More like ternderizing a cheap cut of steak.
Valeska is checking herself out in the shiiny reflection of the back of Sumi's helmet. "Still ain't gettin' enough sleep, yeah? Time to wake up." Pushing her hair out of her face, she slaps on her helmet; it clicking into place with the air pressure sealing with a hiss. <<"Bringing out the birthday present for this'n.">> A boast? A warning. Mostly to herself because she's yet to test the massive, gold-painted bowcaster in a real-life fight.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Not on the field, so that was a checkmark in the positive column, but not so far from the field that should the security and safety protocols in place collapse, she would be in the melee, so that was to the negative. In any regard, Doctor Tamsin Cas sat at what amounted to court-side, medical bag settled in her lap, a trio of water bottles tucked around her in her seat, waiting for the roughhousing to begin. Business was always good when the Rotworms were in the house.
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
The arena announcer's voice emits from all places in the arena and the crowd's volume is somehow ticked down, likely from noise pollution dampeners, or something. The King and his Princess can be seen in their high suite beginning their meal. For once, the Princess has tossed out a banner to show her support for the Rotworms. The King is more interested in cutting his nerf steak and motioning for some good ale.
"GENTLE BEINGS OF ONDERON AND BEYOND.. TONIGHT'S ENTERTAINMENT.. THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSS HOGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The crowd erupted in BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS!
"VERSUS... the Rot---WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMS!"
The volume of the crowd exceeded what most human ears were capable of sensing, it was almost damaging.
"THIS MATCH UP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY, BEECHUM'S GUT TWISTING HOT SAUCE.. MAKING GOOD FOOD TASTE BETTER.. AND BAD FOOD TASTE LIKE HOT SAUCE!" Laughter.
"LIFT THE GATES!" Says the King with a lazy wave. The iron gate begins to grind upward. <"Let blades prove optimism true. Cleave through those who would see us undone!"> Sumi cries out before trudging heavily up the ramp, cape favoring her left side as she held her tall sword up and against her shoulder in a casual lean until she came into range.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]
Looming behind and towards Sumi's right hand, the midnight purple of Hadrix's plates begin running with iridescent shimmers like multihued heat lightning when exposed to the bright lights of the arena. Man-Pak cannon shouldered and braced against a custom placed nook made there by the armor's creator and tender.
<"Targeting, I have your six, Sumi'alor."> there's a wet purr in his speech, not quite presently rid of that voice that niggles nigh eternally in the back o his mind. The tibanna chambers shaking, alerts appearing on his HUD and the polarizing coils pulling so hard at the bolt to begin its journey that a tea-pot squeal momentarily precedes the first blast. An emerald comet that cores through armor and layers of fat to knock a gamorrean skidding across the sand and forcing Hadrix to halt, for a moment in his forward motion.
A series of raised weapons and squeals challenging Al'Verde Kors and another star is born. Burning flesh, melting armor and sending a porcine warrior into a backward stumble step in mirror to the resumption of the Massive Mandalorian's onward treck. The hard CLACK-SHUNK of the bolt mechanism getting another solid steel quarrel into the chamber.
[ Colo Nell (Colo)]
The gates lift up, opening the way for the fight between Worms and Hogs. The odds on Colo's datapad start instantly changing and he squints intensely at it to make sure he's not just missed some important variable that put the odds of the Gamorreans winning even higher than they were a moment prior. A drink of his local--a potent cocktail with a splash of Beechum's Hot Sauce--washes down some of the chill of the sway in bets.
The iron gate working open isn't the only portal to disgorge something foul, though. He belches, and with it comes his equally noxious wit as he spies the first exchange. "Much more of that and they'll be the -Moss- Hogs, eh? Eh?" He suggests, complete with elbow at a very annoyed spectator to his side.
For some reason, the odds swing even further in favor of the Hogs.
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
Kohnner was getting a bit antsy and before the gates were all the way lifted he was almost already running across the arena towards their Gammorian foes. His new leg seemed to be keeping up with his natural ability to run a bit faster than most bi-pedals.
At the merge, he jumps a bit at his large target swinging down with the vibrating blade. It barely misses. He crouches as he lands using the momentum to push off the ground and stab the blade through the armor. He pulls the weapon for his opponent and swings again, missing once more. He steps back and readies himself to go on the defensive. The last time... he wasn't so lucky. Maybe he'd get some more new hardware.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora Das follows forward into the melee with her blade held to the side. She typically prefers her vibrodagger, but there seems to be an element of showmanship to this particular bloodsport. Lots of big guns and big swords. Always best to blend in with new friends, right? She moves with purpose, eyes scanning the field at large and waiting for the right moment to strike. The melee begins -- clash of steel and piggy squeals. Cora's turns to watch the first few blaster bolts erupt from her companions and the damage they immediately inflict. A vicious hit from Hadrix sends one piggy down to his tummy-tum-tum, where he will not arise. The second is a more glancing, which is a relative thing, given the size of that gun. But the piggy does manage to begin his journey to his feet until...
--Shcck--
That blade plunges down between his shoulders, eliciting a high pitched yowl of pain, and then a gurgle of blood. One less pigman to try to roast her on a spit. Robotic pragmatism. Cora lifts it up and takes a defensive position, preparing for the enemy assault.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
As Tamsin watched the fight play out, as these things tended to do, the holodisplays on her goggles activated, though no one was, perhaps fortunately, close enough to read the information that was tickertaping it's way across the woman's eye sight. It might have been the current standings of the fight, as red pings came and went on the screen, but really, that wasn't what everyone was here for. They wanted real blood, not splashes of colour across her field of vision.
[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]
The hot sauce advertisement gets even Hahtavi to laugh - though who can tell behind his helmet unless you notice the shoulders and chest of his armor quake briefly. No noise escapes his vocoder. As others prepare for battle drawing blades, bowcasters, firearms of various kinds, this Kora simply pulls out his stun baton. You can /feel/ the Sumi influence in this one tonight.
No leaping into the air and firing off his jetpack this time. The man wearing the dark hued Siege armor stands his ground and lets the Boss Hogs rush out to meet them. Defiant, he walks out with his own kimogila skin cloak in smokey dark grey to whip leisurely out behind his right side, ready to wrap his arm in it and use it to help ensnare the blades of his foes.
The baton comes to life with a crackle and as battle is joined, Hahtavi yells, <"OYA! Bring it on! ROTWORMS!"> The baton is raised and Haht starts laying into the Gamoreans, slugging this way and that with crackling electricity like a beskar'gam tank lusting for the challenge of battle!
Yeah, there's some Hadrix influence there too.
[ Grom (GROM)]
"BEHOLD, little green foes! You whose skins hold too much of YELLOW and not enough BLUE. Prepare yourselves for GROM IS UPON YOU." The Houk charges directly at the middle of the Gamorrean formation, axe brandished overhead as he runs in a predictably poor display of tactics, yelling the entire time. His amazingly telegraphed blow still lands close enough to shave a few hairs from the porcine alien, but does no harm. "Also, Grom may be a poet, without knowing it."
[ Valeska Kora (Val)]
The metal gates begin to rise and all Valeska can think about is hot sauce. <<"Are we talkin' the chemical-burn kinda hot sauce or the all natural, ring of fire peppers I used'ta get back on Dantooine? Cause if we're talkin' the latter, that don't make anything taste like anything except pain.">> Yadda yadda. Valeska is just gabbing away as they make their way up to the field of battle.
But of humour and idle chatter does calm the nerves a little. Or gets on the nerves of others. Valeska never has quite mastered telling the two apart.
The fight commences without much fanfare. Unless you count the drunken screams of thousands demanding blood 'fandfare.' Valeska braces herself, lifting up the ridiculously massive bowcaster to bear; the power surging and crackling through a bolt waiting to fire. When it is released, the bolt shoots forward to split the air with the fury of a wookiee itself only to end up whizzing past a literal wall of pigmen to imbed irrespoinsibly deep into the arean's perimeter wall. One spectator in the bolt's path may have just soiled themselves.
Not that Valeska can see because, as it ias been proven, when one drops out of secondary school instead of graduating, simple things like basic physics must then be learned the hard way. That is to say that while the bolt goes screaming in one direction, Valeska is shot immediately in the reverse. She hits her butt, her back, her head: an uncontrolled tumble backwards that cannot -- will not be stopped by a few rapid bursts of her jetpack to try to stablize her.
[ Zhu Yan (Yan)]
"I'm here I'm here let's go!" Yan had of course arrived /late/ to the fight, and was pulling the supposed-to-be hermetically sealed helmet on to his head by the time he'd reached the antechamber. Everyone was already leaving, which meant he totally lacked the time to drop more mad disses on Hadrix, which as we all know is the biggest tragedy of today. He was the last out the gate with a blast of retro-rockets from multiple points of his Durasteel Fellow armour, blasting off like Team Rocket into the sky from which he could rain fire from above. And rain fire he did! The Bryar in his hand fired two fully charged BLAM shots, a yellow beam tearing a chunk out of Pigman Number... Yan didn't know because there were too many of them. "Come on, breakfast! I'm gonna eat you with steak sauce and some eggs!"
Appropriate: https://youtu.be/jynTNYSKNuk
Dissonant: https://youtu.be/DtVBCG6ThDk
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
The Boss Hogs collide in a battle of might against the Rotworms, and for the first time in a long time, it's not clear who is going to come out on top. Truth be told, there are Hogs falling to the blades and weapons of the Rotworms, and the dominating sound that is louder than the hushed crowds who watch with SUCH.. INTENSITY, is the SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE of Gamorrean Squealers as they snort, fart, grunt, squeal, and FIGHT with the SAME intensity as their foes.
Even Yan, who has taken to the air, earns the ire of many, who begin slinging rocks and sharp.. /things/ at him, squEEEEEing and snorting at him while searching for the next item to hurl his way with their cloth slings.
The Boss Hogs may have /seemed/ third world, but what better insult was it to defeat armored foe with rudimentary weapons then.. eat them in a victory feast afterward?!
Sumi is hit twice-fold, her leg giving out after impaling an injured Hog with a smooth stab. The trio attacking her take her leg out from under her and simultaneously smash her chest, planting her on the ground so hard the crowd goes 'OHHHHHHH!'
"THAT'S GOTTA HURT" hurt hurt hurt, it echoes.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin was never going to get to finish all that water at this point. She'd barely started to tuck into bottle number one, when the carnage began. The Boss Hogs were chewing into the Rotworms, and that, let it be known, was not in Tamsin's contract. And so, the doctor rose from her seat, tucking one of the bottles into her bag as she headed for the ramp that the rotguts had used to take the floor of the arena, adjusting her bag as she went. If the unarmed and unarmored Firrerreo appeared bothered by the slavering gamorreans she was approaching, it did not show in her expression. Well, no, she did draw a weapon. Her weapon of choice? A quick delivery bacta spray. Fear her. Of all of the ones injured, Tamsin narrowed her focus on the one who was down, her voice projecting well, or well enough, one hoped. "Alor Kora, on my way to you." Once more into the breach, dear friends.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]
Flanked, the warrior's axe smashes against beskar rerebrace and knocks him off balance. Metal shod boots grinding stone and squirting up dust, his skittering sort of sidestep is a private war with gravity that is amplified when he turns, already leaned back, and the wide bored mouth of the long gun belches cadmium green.
Launched backwards by the power of the weapon, Hadrix lands on the meat across his shoulders. Krayt scale cape absorbing much of the impact and the furrow dug shallow with his passage. That skid through sands not stopping him from managing a second blast that drops low of intended targets. Turning portions of the ground to black glass as it skips along, a single solid bolt of reinforced metal heated nearly white hot and enveloped in green plasma fire. Bouncing and skidding before it hits the far wall in a brilliant detonation of bosky sparks.
The added momentum is kicked up with by Al'Verde Kora, sending him into a backflip to return to his feet. Sumi's plight is observed, a quick turn of his head to assess her situation, but not rushing in. Not yet at the least.
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
The counter came with a deep laceration towards the left leg, right where Kohnner had taken a blaster shot only a few days ago before losing his right leg. He howled through his helmet's vocorder and stumbled forwards, striking out with his vibroblade wildly in quick succession, keeping the large gamorrean back. Alas, he was now favoring his right synthetic leg, something he wasn't used to yet.
Collecting himself he took a deep breath and readied for another set of attacks, the gash in his armor seeping blood down the plasteel plating.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora is moving with the rest of the gladiators towards the surging, churning army of Boss Hogs that have closed the distance. It's knock-down, drag out warfare now, and the person who gets knocked down, albeit briefly, is the HRD with the good hair. A blow to her back cracks her armor and knocks a significant portion of wind from her lungs. She gives a sharp, pained sound and falls to her knee, and then turns herself around to parry the second blow. And then the third. She roughly shoves the combatant backwards and gives two strong swings down, but both blows are parried in the melee. Panting, Cora taggers backwards and flips the blade in her hand. Forward, backward.
She turns her face to the side and spits out the coppery tang that's smudged across her tongue. Blood pinked by saliva seeps into the ground.
"Could go for some bacon. You got kids?" she jeers.
[ Grom (GROM)]
Grom bowls a Gamorrean over harmlessly, bellowing with familiar bombast, "Which among you puny tusked mammals will flprive a WORTHY FOE-" He is struck. From behind. In the behind. The Houk stands bolt upright. "FOOL. You have struck the GROM BUTT. The SECOND strongest part of all Groms!" He turns to strike with great enthusiasm, all while narrating, "As all beings know, the GROM GUT is the strongest point of a Grom. ALL OTHER BITS ARE TIED FOR SECOND MOST POWERFUL." A mightily errant axe blow blasts a small crater in the ground but lands nowhere near any Gamorrean.
[ Valeska Kora (Val)]
Tumble tumble tumble SHOT! They shot her /while/ she was rolly-polly. Who does that?! When the momentum has finally slowed to a stop, Valeska has an extra wound that she didn't have before and now she's dizzy /and/ annoyed. Staggering to her feet, the weight of the bowcaster scraaaapes into the arena's dirt before being lifted up to bear one more time. Feet spaced, weight shifted... <<"This ain't like target practice. If nothing else, it should be easier. Gamorreans are five times the size of a dummy and half as smart!">>
Big words for someone who once again misses and once again ends up on her ass. At least she doesn't go into a full tumble but it's definitely not a dignified fall. <<"I.... think I need more practice, yeah?">> It might be time to let the Golden Gun rest until a day she can awaken its true powah.
[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]
The rolling tide of porcine flesh clashes with the Rotworms and battle is engaged! Hahtavi dropped two right off, crashing them to the ground with his crackling baton! So not like him not to be drawing blood!
<"Come on, that all you got? Did you come here to nap or fight?! We're here to have pork for supper!"> He manages to evade getting himself cleaved, dodging the slower swings of their huge axes and other things. Haht takes a knee, suddenly dropping low and smashes a knee, dropping another Gamorrean but missing the next one he lunges to reach. But never fear, his backhand follow up slugs the Squealer in the side of the head, putting his or her lights right out!
Dust is getting kicked up all around them. Mandalorians and Gamorreans in a dance as old as life itself to see who will come out on top. <"KORA!">
[ Zhu Yan (Yan)]
What Zhu Yan, aloft as he may be on his perch of nought but air, was not expecting was the stone-age equivalent of a SAM site to give him the googly eyes. He may be the fastest fat man in the galaxy, but good instincts in battle were not his finest skill. The rock took out his leg, sending him thrusting abruptly starboard with a shout of that-thing-he-called-the-autofab-when-it-broke, and when the following projectile was hurled he considered, hey, I can probably catch this! So he stuck out his hand and promptly failed to consider that it was not an incoming rock. A knife, or some other shiv-like instrument penetrated the non-armoured palm right in that fleshy bit near the pinky. What followed was a moment of silence, then a booming "OW, FFFFFF-"
On the grassy savannah of Lothal, we see now a group of lothbirds, abruptly startled from their mating rituals by the distant howl of a predator.
"-CK!" His first instinct was to immediately stick it in his mouth, and all that did was result in him smacking himself in the helmeted face. "Sithspit!" Blood dripping from his hand, he decided, frack this, and opted to take his ire out on the guy he called breakfast. BLAMBLAM went the Bryar, impacting the dirt with the first shot but then vaporizing another chunk of delicious bacon from this pig-headed fighty fellow! "SAVE THE LEG! I WANNA EAT IT!"
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
Sumi, on the ground, is surrounded by a cloud of dust as the Gamorreans attempt to swarm her with kicks, stomps, and strikes from the weapon. From beneath her helm, her sweaty face contorts briefly to convey effort in twisting, dragging the sharpened edge of her mighty sword against the legs of foes around her. One is wise to back off at the hint of movement while the other two SQUEEEEE in surprised pain. Sumi seeks to capitalize the moment in a heroic effort of kipping back up to her feet, a true marvel if performed in armor, but Sumi forgot she was in armor and also had an injured leg. So she succeeded in failing, planting on her back again and grunting lazily, so she could roll to one side and rise the old fashioned way, like a water biscuit.
The fight is looking grim. Gamorreans are tanking hits, but more have fallen. Their squeals and cries are eager for bloodshed and the tasty treats that may come from victory, and they all voice this in their weird grunty language as they battle. GROM's foe is attempting to understand the dialogue, both in awe of the magnificent HOUK, and terrified by what it might mean to feel his axe land true. He avoids a narrow hit, dancing back in a series of worried snorts.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]
<"They make up in cunning what they lack in smarts."> Addressing Valeska? One of the others? Who knows. Maybe all. No matter for now. But keeping the green beasts from maneuvering is becoming something to consider. Right arm up to deflect a jagged edged axe-blade along his vambrace in a shower of sparks, long gun clattering against its haft, his left hand dips to his grenade bandolier to pull up a bronzium colored sphere.
<"Danger close, glop out."> a quick thought to blink target his own ordinance before he throws over the shoulder of his assailant. Past Kohnner and Sumi to get int the thick of gamoreans before airbursting in a glorious spray of adhesive foam that wraps about the legs of a trio, hardening in an instant and leaving them welded to the ground.
<"Targets of opportunity.">
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Clearly, despite how put together the muun-adjacent doctor appeared to be, at all times, working under battle conditions was clearly something she was more than a little accustomed to. Same show, different rodeo. She made the field, moving low and dodging out of the way of a pair of pig feet, as she slide along the dusted up arena floor towards where the Kora Alor was downed. She moved with a surprising amount of grace, an an absolute lack of fear. Look out, here comes the attack. And then, as Sumi rolled back, Tamsin seemed to move with her, almost mirroring her movement, as she reached out to jab the bacta spray into a place Sumi likely might not otherwise appreciate, but it was for her own good. She had no time to make certain the bacta held, as she headed for the next in her list of triage patients. That would be the one in the smasher armor.
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
Chon was getting mad. Yes, he could see red not just because it was seeping out of him, or because the Gamorrean who he was facing off with decided to impale him through the torso. That hurt by the way, causing a mix of growling howl together that didn't sound at all fun or enjoyable. He saw red because all that pain was becoming annoying, it was filling him with instinctual rage in order make it through and get away... run away from the threat. Except the Space Ronin was only good at running /towards/ things that go him killed.
heuddenly his opponent was clomped, stuck in place at the leg. He had no idea who did that, and honestly didn't really care. He lashed out, uncontrolled swings of his vibroblade. It should be easy to hit them right? Apparently not. because the fat pig was able to defuse any type of attack Kohnner threw at them.
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
Chon was getting mad. Yes, he could see red not just because it was seeping out of him, or because the Gamorrean who he was facing off with decided to impale him through the torso. That hurt by the way, causing a mix of growling howl together that didn't sound at all fun or enjoyable. He saw red because all that pain was becoming annoying, it was filling him with instinctual rage in order make it through and get away... run away from the threat. Except the Space Ronin was only good at running /towards/ things that go him killed.
Suddenly his opponent was clomped, stuck in place at the leg. He had no idea who did that, and honestly didn't really care. He lashed out, uncontrolled swings of his vibroblade. It should be easy to hit them right? Apparently not. because the fat pig was able to defuse any type of attack Kohnner threw at them.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Hmm. Maybe the bacon joke wasn't such a good idea. The Hammorhean squaring off against Cora Das roughly shoves the blunt end of his saber into the woman's chest, knocking her back a pace or two, but then he's glopped in place by a well-placed... glop ball! Huzzah! Cora smiles and steps forward, arcing her blade down hard onto the squealing piggy's blade. The first hit is deflected with a loud grunt, but the second roughly CHOPS down into his arm, eliciting an:
'RRRRRRGHHGHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' of piggy pain.
"Gonna enjoy... turning you into... sausage."
Cora Das: fan of pork-based breakfast meat.
Cora slides her vibroblade back into the sheath on her back and depresses the small button on the outside of her thigh. It hisses and extends, lifting the hilt of her vibrodagger up. With the same motion that she lifts it with, she taps that extended holster back into place and ignites the humming edge of that blade. She can feel it hummmmm in the little boones of her wrist.
[ Grom (GROM)]
Gamorreans are notorious for their strength. They are not often faced with enemies twice their size, and much stronger. Grom's for avoided the glopping in the same way they avoided the chopping: by running. Or rather, waddling. Grom- notorious dimwit that he is- chases the enemy who had drawn the wrath of the Grom Butt, ignoring the enemies who are trapped stationary, except when he bumps into one by accident. Pardons are exchanged (or at least on Grom's side) and the pursuit lumbers on.
[ Valeska Kora (Val)]
Valeska is fast enough to heave her weight to the side and avoid another shot coming her way, feet staying in motion even as the arean itself is still wibbling and wobbling from dizziness. The bowcaster is switched off and held in her hand. Because she's too small to actually holster the massive thing to her body without toppling over. Least until she gets some kind of appropriate rigging figured out.
<<"I got cunning, too.">> Emphasized by a thin screen of blue projecting from the vambrace on her right wrist. The energy shield bursts to life in tandem to her jetpack burning fuel and propelling her forward. Keeping low to the ground, Valeska puts all her force into bashing against one hapless, snorting foe.
The Gammorrean digs its hooves into the ground and absorbs the hit with fat, meaty arms crossed out in front of them. There the two are locked in a stalemate for a few seconds, allowing Valeska to get far too close up. <<"Ugh. You look worse up close. Good thing I can't smell ya.">>
[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]
There's a quick look around when Haddles announces throwing some kind of grenade. Hahtavi smacked another Gamorrean but his distraction makes him miss dropping the big green fella as the Boss Hog proves more nimble than others, dancing out of the way of the Kora's crackling baton of pain.
Haht keeps moving, disengaging from that opponent just long enough to get a quick check on his team mates and their various conditions in battle. <"Any of you need backup? I can go back to back with anyone who's hurt!">
CLANG! Hahtavi gets whacked in the chest but the blade bounces off of his beskar'gam, rattling him but not staggering him. The ramikad brings the baton back up, eager to lay into some more hogs!
[ Zhu Yan (Yan)]
"...ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," was the litany of fury Yan had on repeat as he used his teeth to pull the clunky powerglove off his hand. Ooooooh that's a lot of red, don't tell any Wroonians. Were they the lothshark people? Yan thought they were the lothshark people. From somewhere within the armour plating came a cloth that had recently been used for nasal-clearing exercises, which was promptly WEDGEd against the wound with a slightly-muffled "...ow ow ow ow ow ow," which is not an easy feat when you're trying not to drop your Bryar /or/ crash into the ceiling /or/ avoid getting hit by that GIANT FRACKING ROCK that was just hurled into metaphorical orbit, creating a lovely new skylight as it went. This was followed by the cumbersome re-introduction of the glove with a succint "...ow ow ow ow ow," only exacerbated by the fact that his snotty bandage was now being even more forcibly jammed into his bad hand. But at least blood wasn't getting everywhere anymore.
With the world's worst medical hack job done, Yan jetted around the arena. The glop grenade had gone pop while he was ranting, and he immediately raised the Bryar and put a bolt through the head of one of the ones pinned down. Opportunistic. The second bolt was lower, soaked by the Gammorrean fat, but he'd finally caused some damage.
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
Sumi is with Tamsin in a graceful tumble, rising up in a brief kneel and holding her heavy blade by its hilt and using her shoulder to brunt two attacks at once, showering sparks over the doctor and herself in the brief moment the pair shared at close proximity, in which Tamsin healed her. Invigorated by the numbing kolto of a bacta stim, Sumi straightens without even a thanks to face off with her foes and put herself between Tamsin and danger with a heroic swagger of a dusty cape. <"YEAH!"> Sumi cried out, feeling the groove of the fight now and preparing her next attack to bring the heavy blade down on.. something.
Eleven (11) Hogs remain in total, two (2) are still glopped in place, and in total four (4) show injuries, one of which was glopped. The fight continues, Gamorrean Squealers stirring up dust with the Rotworms, and bizzing camera droids weaving through the action catching the best bits of gore to convey to the big screen above. When Yan guns one down, the crowd begins to chant: 'ROOOOOT--- WORRRRRMSS' over and over. Stands echo with the bass of stomps paired with whatever hype theme music is playing.
[ Colo Nell (Colo)]
Colo's in there with the crowd cheering, of course, except his own, detached method is rather well-practiced by now. He adopts the chant of "Roooot Worrrrrrms!" as his own, yet is merely droning along so he's not caught out. The odds on his datapad keep shifting with the numbers down and he, like a very busy boy, keeps trading his bets out on one hand, selling insurance (for the Rot Works, natch) on the other, and generally making a menace to the people around him with his insistence on his own, greasy wit.
One of the Hogs gets trapped between a Mandalorian and her jetpack, which instantly summons his quip to the already pre-eye-rolled neighbor. "That one's about to be a -Toss- Hog, eh? Eh?"
[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]
SHOOOONK
The right shoulder of the gamorean rendered a sizzling hump of rendered fat and charred bone that sends the beast stumbling towards the massive Mandalorian who remains braced, if pushed back a half meter, by the force of the blast. Drool and mucus running in lines from the corners of its mouth and ax lifted with its good arm for a swing before the body reminds the brain it can't proceed before tumbling to the ground in a wobbling heap.
One foot shifting to become the bracing and the titantic rifle expertly swapped to a mirrored grip when he pivots, the second blast is less impressive. Plasma sheathed bolt screaming past on heat contrails to explode against the wall in a blossom of fire and powdered duracrete.
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
When you loose enough blood, and organs start to get wonky and not work you get kind of... animalistic. You return to your roots no matter how much discipline and training you have. As Kohnner's vision started to wobble from the blood loss, he growled lowly and stared at the glopped space pig ahead of him. He took off his helmet in that moment and let it drop to the ground, revealing his canine face and sharp under-bitten teeth. He let out a snarl, blood seeping out of snout from the internal injuries. "I'M GOING TO KRIFFING EAT YOU!" He shouts before lashing out at the Gamorrean. His blade penetrates deeply into the fat neck of the space pig, ending him there. Then he turns towards the last one who starts to squeal, pulling at the glop trying to get away. With another growl the Klatooinian stabs the vibroblade into the Gamorrean's torso twice, the fat pig dropping before him.
Then as promised, Kohnner gets on his knees and chows down on the raw exposed meat of the Gamorrean's neck, sharp teeth ripping and tearing into the beast in a crazed angry feast.
As remaining Rot Worms come towards him, he rolls out of the way of two attacks, half eaten Gamorrean in his jagged maw. He growls and faces off with them.
[ Grom (GROM)]
Grom has been chasing this damned pig for far too long. "STOP FLEEING. Grom ORDERS you to stop fleeing! OBEY THE MIGHTY GROM. King of Fale! Champion- huff huff- of Nar Shaddaa! VANQUISHER- huff Of the Tiny BUT POWERFUL Wizard King of Corellia! Conqueror -" He pauses to lean on his axe for a moment. "Of.. things.." His chosen enemy, emboldened by the Houk seeming vulnerable, resumes the attack and strikes Grom with all his power in one arm (The Grarm?) but Grom doesn't seem to notice.
[ Valeska Kora (Val)]
Hopefully there aren't any prospective clients in the audience otherwise they will only how resiliantly useless Valeska is tonight. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to test out new weaponry and toys on some of the hardest foes she's crossed in a while. Or maybe... maybe it's the best idea ever. For someone used to learning everything through getting broken in half then pieced back together, nothing teaches a lesson faster and with more clarity than utter, humiliating failure.
School must be in because she's learning a lot. Case in point: Gammorreans have a center of gravity with the density of a dying star. Her jetpack continues to burn, pushing her energy shield against the crossed arms of the piggily. There is a scant inch carved into the dirt where cloven hooves have scraped into the dirt backwards. Progress! Success! Kinda.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin, neither expecting, nor waiting for a thank you. Because that was not the done thing when the done thing was killing space pigs, danced the dance with the Kora Alor, and kept low as Sumi blocked the attacks coming her way, using the Alor's body as a shield and the raised sword as a distraction to allow her to get clear of that cluster to head for another one. The swing of a hog's wild axe just clipped Tamsin's right arm and nearly arrested her movement, but she ducked under it and twisted away, a partner deftly avoiding the dance. "Medic incoming." That was all the warning Cora was going to get before Tamsin snuck in like a viper. Stab, stab went the bacta injector.
[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]
<"Gamorreans stink, until you burn'm. Then they smell like dinner!"> Lots of blood, burned flesh, moaning and wailing injured, glop grenades, blaster rounds, blades swinging, and plenty of dust kicking up.
Hahtavi wails away on another Gamorrean, this one injured. His baton smacks it up under it's chin and drops the already wounded beast into the dust with a THWACK!
Alas, one of those recording bots suddenly gets into the Kora's face, right in front of his T-visor. Haht has to duck it and try for another combatant but misses - and then there's that damn bot again! This time he just takes a swing at the /bot/ and miss it, but the damn thing gets the message and backs off.
<"Di'kut!"> Then back to the hog bashing. Or being bashed! Gah! A glimpse of Tamsin trying to assist the Rotworm wounded and Hahtavi changes position to drop back and help cover her in the melee while she helps Cora.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora stumbles forward with her dagger held in an attacking position when suddenly the words 'medic incoming' ring out from behind her. She blinks for a moment and feels a little tug at her arm. Poke poke. Hiss hiss. Portable, accelerated bacta. Or, at the very least, some good numbing agents. "Thank you, Doctor." Cora says to Tamsin, and then turns back to the glopped pigboi she had been fighting with, who now lies dead on the floor. Unshakeable, our Cora Das, she flips the dagger back into a forward-facing position in her palm and stalks forward, ready to chop some porks.
[ Zhu Yan (Yan)]
Soaring through the metaphorical skies, the fat man Zhu Yan spied more targets. However, aiming one-handed, hell, flying one-handed was not exactly a walk in the park! "Hold still, schutta!" he demanded, sending firey bolts of doom straight into the floor.
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
Sumi swings twice, missing twice, and each swing was maximum effort that saw the massive blade glance off the sand instead of finding meat. Unfortunately for the Hogs she chased, Sumi seemed more motivated by the challenge than winded by missing, a feat of strength to be sure as she chased after the remainder, giggling.
Not many Hogs remained, and the crowd was so much in the Rotworms corner, it was probably heard from orbit. There was not a next level when it came to hype, the crowd was there. The Princess of Onderon stood up shaking her fist. "FINISH THEM!" The King lit his smoke, unamused and unfazed.
[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]
'Losing our touch?'
<"Shut-up."> that bit hot-micing his externals, swapping stance again while he turns in the melee, sighting along the barrel of the long gun, cheek guard rested against the wroshyr furniture. For a moment. The targeting systems constantly feed to his HUD and his HUD to his right eye.
'If it was me, we'd be going home right now.'
The snarl in his voice feral, when it creeps over his vox again, <"Shut... up."> the laugh in his head is his but not in the same. It's an animal bark at best, a chuffing growl like a lupine creature's rather than a mans. Goading and threatening to make his movements wilder, a targeting bracket forming over one of the porcine enemy. A slight lift and a hunkering of his posture results in the solid quarrel crushing past thick bone and into the braincase before it detonates with a wet snap that spews gore and calcium flinders hither and yon.
'We should be using the flame rifle.'
<"We're doing fine."> the meter long furrows his boots carve into the sands are deep and his heels have small mounds crescenting about them when the second short is fired, shoving him further and spinning another Hog on their heel. Reeling from the impact and the pain that even their natural armoring can't protect them from. <"Just fine.">
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora staggers forward, hopped up on aeresolized bacta, adrenaline, some proprietary HRD neurotransmitters found only on the now destructioned Hosnian Prime, and whatever passes for stimulants safe for medical use on Nara Shaddaa. She's moving in the direction of one of the healthy members of the Boss Hogs who is currently engaged in a melee with Kohnner. He's catching vibrodaggers from both sides, this poor pig, and it takes Cora's own vibrodagger three thrusts into his belly to finally carve up something that isn't fat. Oink, oink, SQUEEEEEEE.
Cora does manage to look up at Chon Kohnner over the shoulder of that short, chubby pig man. Her head tips to the side. Confused. 'You again? Really?'
That's what that face says.
[ Grom (GROM)]
Grom gradually realizes he is being struck with an axe, and peers at his porcine assailant in the precise moment the Gamorrean had been stuck by Cora's dagger and looked away from the Houk. One splattering axe shot later, and Grom mutters, "Stop that," as if the very dead opponent were considering swinging at Grom further.
[ Valeska Kora (Val)]
Valeska's 'dance' with the Gamorrean is broken off like an awkward junion prom. Both are trying to lead and neither seems to know what to do next. So with a shove, Valeska pushes away from her would-be foe and alights her pear-shaped frame up into the air. She overhears the last part of Hadrix's voice over the comms and sighs. <<"Welll, I mean everyone /else/ is doing fine, yeah? I think I might have needed one more day of bedrest or somethin'.">>
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
As Tamsin moved, twisting away from the woman in the smasher armor, her field of view was suddenly filled with the sight of mandalorian backside, ahem, armour, armour, as Hahtavi took the field, coming down between where she was and where she was moving. The pair had worked together often enough that he would know how she triaged, and it left her free to get to where Kohnner was fighting. What was he doing to all her hard work? Well, he would pay for that. Stab. STAB! In with the bacta, before Tamsin would pull back to reassess the field. Oh, look. Her next victim. Just don't bash her with that shield, okay?
[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]
Moving to close the distance to Tamsin as she works on Cora, then gets up to seek the next injured - Kohnner, Hahtavi is right there, <"I got your back, Doctor!"> And indeed he does.
An over eager Gamorrean Boss Hog thinks to take advantage and attack the doctor when Tamsin is intent on healing. The Kora intercepts and lays into the greenskin with his baton, snap crackle popping as it makes solid contact and cracks a thick porcine skull!
No sooner than another, one already wounded Boss Hog moves to take it's place. Hahtavi lays that one out just as quickly! Then he's going after a third even as the second hits the ground - THUMP!
This Mandalorian Rotworm is a busy guy, hitting the third Gamorrean as well. Haht has his blood up, and seems to be enjoying himself. Uninjured so far!
As soon as he sees Doctor Cas finishing up and moving to seek another, Haht's right behind her true to his word.
[ Zhu Yan (Yan)]
What Yan needed was stability. Not in his life! He had people for that and made a massive point of ignoring them. Nay! He needed a perch! Not the fish! He needed something he could grab on to and it wasn't his love handles! It was at this point that he jetted straight up and made for one of the exposed beams at the top of the arena, which he promptly grappled with an "Ow!" and hooked his leg around. Turning, aiming down, the only thing he could land was a headshot so that's precisely what he did. The last untouched pigman had to deal with the fallout of rain drops that kept falling on his head, if the raindrop was superheated yellow plasma propelled at Speed Of Light - 0.0001.
Suffice it to say no one could survive that, so he didn't.
[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]
Sumi bashes the final Hog into the sand with two devastating strikes of the Wookiee blade, death punctuated the end of the match, and the crowd lost their drek. The dampeners did little to muzzle the crowd as the announcer tried to state the obvious.
The Rotworms had won. They were going to the finals.
Against:
Frogdogs.
Sumi hefted her sword up to let it lean on her shoulder, then held an armored fist up, walking in a slow circle to show her appreciation to the crowd.
[ Colo Nell (Colo)]
Colo's on his feet jumping for joy for...a few reasons. Valeska doesn't seem any worse for the wear, the other of the Kora clan are decently smacked around, but not down and out, and his credit account just got a good deal fatter for betting against the pigs. Several spectators and fellow punters like he are distraught, of course. They've either come to cheer on the Hogs or bet big on them, all for nothing. Doesn't matter.
Colo risks the inevitable vibroblade in the ribs by pumping a fist high and yelling out. "Yeah! Down with the -Dross- Hogs!"
[ Kohnner (Chon)]
CHON KOHNNER yelps as Tamsin slides in and stabs him wih her vengful bacta jabber. His howl can be heard miles away and it sends him onto his reach doing that thing that dogs do to scratch their rears, dragging his ass across the ground.
