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Caulna Pox has never entertained the idea of marriage and actually has an anti-marriage stance when it comes to herself. However with the death of both Wayk Specter and her dear brother Jander Pox, it has become aware to her highest trusted advisors that she secures the nation, and if not for anything else, an heir will be a symbol that the current regime is prepared to stay and lead the people.

In a very private room, in the Administration Spire, in Black Hive, Marik Severcide the most loyal advisor in the history of the Psyker Bearzerkers, had lead himself and Caulna in heavy meditation for a day and a half. Sweat on his brow, his eyes moved for the very first time in the session.

"Mistress..." She didn't move a muscle and her breathing was completely silent. "I know the vision you attempted to hide from me. I had it before you arrived as well. Mistress, these are dangerous times and surly you must understand the idea of security. Your brother would understand the gravity that compels you as a leader and symbol to continue your line as well as your regime. As fanatical as the citizens can be, the death of four leaders would be a significant enough catalyst for them to want to be more involved in the political dealings of this nation, along the lines of rebellion, non?”

Caulna’s glowing green eyes opened for he first time in a day and a half, while House Pox was in exile she had learned to trust her visions, especially if Marik could confirmed them. She looked at Marik and he understood, almost perfectly.

“Mistress, this needs not be for love, call it a close military alliance.”

She moved from a sitting position to a kneeling one, and lowered her collar revealing a deep and long scar that started on the right side of her neck, down to her left shoulder. It was old, when she was on the receiving end of a foolish boy’s stolen spear he could not control. It did however force her to become stronger, as head of House Pox, she led by strong physical example on every battlefield. She was a killing machine and hardly a social politician, but as the rightful heir to the Onyx Throne, she inherited the capitol of Black Hive and all its lands.

She was used to sacrifice; this would be the ultimate sacrifice, to be tied to some pompous prince? That she would never allow, she would kill any pansy noble socialite while he slept before she marry him. She was steadfast in her heritage and respected tradition. She would have to consider her next move carefully, her scar made her extremely self conscience and should Her call for suitors even be answered, who would answer it?

To: All Noble and Sovereign Nations
From: Caulna Pox, Head of House Pox and Grand Bearzerker of Psyker Bearzerkers

Recently I was visited by a vision, ignored and evaded until recently, when the same vision visited my closest advisor as well; it could be ignored no longer. As the last three rulers of this nation have dies within the past year alone, two passing because of the same explosion, it has become apparent that with the procurement of a mate and subsequent heir, the nation is unstable on a civilian political level.

In accordance with national tradition, a tournament to prove physical prowess will be held. Any and all men are welcome, even those of non noble birth, provided that they succeed, their prowess will be respected as such and be given a hereditary title from any of our own houses.

Any questions are welcomed and will be responded accordingly, but the tournament must be started with all haste, to calm the political climate that now resides in Psyker Bearzerkers.

Cualna Pox

Caulna was worried about who and how many would respond, just as who and how many would not respond, who could love her, who had a trail of pain permanently etched across her and would never be able to say what she meant with her own voice, her vocal chords severed, she would need a translator or a mate willing to learn an alternate form of communication other then her silenced voice.

But she quickly but that evil thought out of mind, she was strong and didn’t need love, just a mate and heir, then she could kill him if she liked…

***OFFICIAL PROCLIMATION***

Emperor Galen Q. Leotarida's son is seeking a bride. The Pure Socialist Holy Empire of Shazbotom herby submits him as a potential suitor for Ms. Caulna Pox.


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Name: Dave Leotardia
Age: 25
Height: 6'4
Weight: 245 (pure muscle)
Percentage of Body Fat: 1.2%
Interests: Sports, Hiking, Fishing, Bowling, Running, Etc.

A few questions prior to the consideration of fighters.
What form of tournament is it?
What weaponry is allowed?
What type of man does Caulna Pox prefere?

ooc: Do you have a character template you'd give up?

Shatzbotdom, your entry has been accepted.

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Theo, the tournament consists of the preliminary round; The Grand Melee. Were in a large crater all combatants will fight with one another with no rules other then no pistols, guns, ballistic weapons of any type. It will last one hour and those that remain conscience and able to stand will continue to the next rounds.

Team round, depending on the amount of entries, teams or pairs will go head to head in hand to hand combat within a maze.

Down Time Round, since this is such a physically draining even a down will be given to the participants, this involves a drugging and being placed in 'Dark Boxes', after a period of days, they will be taken out.

In the Final Round, those that remain sane participate, by choice at this point, to go on one for the rights to wed Caulna.

The weapons allowed are pre-black power weapons, traditional and representative of your heritage.

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Caulna is proud of her heritage and martial skills.
Her hair is red orange with yellow streaks, a natural characteristic in Psyker Bearzerkers.
Because she is a warrior she often ignores getting dolled up for any special occasion, usually arriving in a clingy body suit.

"You wanted to get married, didn't you?" Earnest said to Yassir. Yassir nodded as he punched the punching bag.
"You want to bring the Equanant name far and wide, do you not?"
Yassir nodded again, hitting it harder.
"There's a damn fine woman looking for someone. You think you can have her?"
Yassir nodded again and hit the bag even harder, making it swing almost off of its chains.
"She isn't going to accept any weak fool, Yassir. You gotta fight for this. Are you ready to fight for this? ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?"
Yassir hit teh bag harder and harder until it flew off of the stand and hit the wall, bursting in two.
"You'll do fine," Earnest told his grandson, patting him on the back, "And I won;t let them kill you anyway. Let's go practice."
From: Earnest Equanant, Former Emperor of Green Sun
To: Caulna Pox, Head of House Pox and Grand Bearzerker of Psyker Bearzerkers
My grandson, Yassir Equanant, has been searching for a foreign wife. He is willing to do battle in your tournement. Yassir is highly skilled, having joined the Forge Force two years ago, meaning he is a Green Sun Special Ops. I am over three hundred years old and I have faced Grizzly Bears, Werewolves, Vampires, British, Spanish, Confederates, Germans, Japanese, Russians, and just about every otehr kind of nasty creature there is to know and this morning he had me pinned. He will fight for your affection. I will attend the battles personally as his coach.

We have found someone both interested in Caulna, interested in the various challenges, and deemed suitable.

Name: Orleo Yixe
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Build: Lean/Wipecorded/Gymnast
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black/Green streaks
Interests: Various martial arts/combat styles, gymnastics, politics, genetic research, military strategies/tactics and para-psychic research.

As this is a national celebration and are a representative of a foreign nation you will be followed by camera crews documenting your progress through the trial. As well as documentation that you have passed the trials, it will also be showed to the public as reinforcement that you are the victor and reveal the man you are inside. We suggest that you arrive by fastest means possible, until the tournament starts, the contenders are allowed to personally court Caulna and in privacy.

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Earnest Equanant,
The submission of your Grandson into this contest has honored Caulna and we await both of your arrival in Psyker Bearzerkers. As Yassir's coach, you are allowed to bring no one else. Arrive at High Spire-583
p.s. how long is the average lifespan for your people, our’s is 200 years, rather short considering you are still fighting fit at 300?

Dave Leotardia,
Your arrival is expected soon; bring one other person, either a type of coach, bodyguard or other representative to High Spire-580

Orleo Yixe from Theo
We are impressed with your interests and look forward to your performance in the tournament. Please arrive as soon as possible as the early courtiers have historically and statistically better chances. We also wish to know your social class and standing, though this does not affect your treatment in the tournament, we also wish to know if you will be arriving with anyone. Please arrive at High Spire-580.

Marik was pleased, he had been their when Caulna was born and liked to think that she was like a daughter to him. she was a young woman, just 25 and already preparing to getting married.

He moved towards Caulna and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled meekly and he asked her to go sleep. But he knew her insomnia wouldn't allow that. What would any of these suitors bring out of her?

Earnest Equanant,
The submission of your Grandson into this contest has honored Caulna and we await both of your arrival in Psyker Bearzerkers. As Yassir's coach, you are allowed to bring no one else. Arrive at High Spire-583
p.s. how long is the average lifespan for your people, our’s is 200 years, rather short considering you are still fighting fit at 300?
Reply:
I am no average person. Green Sun is inhabited by normal humans, although our lifespan is usually around 143 years. You will find me to be looking in my thirties, whereas my grandson is in his mid twenties.

Reply:
I am no average person. Green Sun is inhabited by normal humans, although our lifespan is usually around 143 years. You will find me to be looking in my thirties, whereas my grandson is in his mid twenties.

If what you say is true, then we already hold reverence for the potential of your bloodline. And pardon my earlier comment when I said the nations average lifespan was 200 years, that is reserved for the seers of the High Caste.

If what you say is true, then we already hold reverence for the potential of your bloodline. And pardon my earlier comment when I said the nations average lifespan was 200 years, that is reserved for the seers of the High Caste.
My father was bestowed with a gift by an 'Angel', if you will when he found him in Denmark. His bloodline was given powers if he never told anyone outside his family unless it was an emergency. I doubt the Equanant line runs in your veins, unless you have ancestors in Venice, in which the likelyhood of such is more likely. Yassir is psychic, mostly telekinetic. When combined with his brothers, they can be very powerful.

We will arrive in your nation within five hours. We will have initial escorts of three Forge Force Special Ops Personell, but they will not leave the airport.

Orleo Yixe from Theao
We are impressed with your interests and look forward to your performance in the tournament. Please arrive as soon as possible as the early courtiers have historically and statistically better chances. We also wish to know your social class and standing, though this does not affect your treatment in the tournament, we also wish to know if you will be arriving with anyone. Please arrive at High Spire-580.
To: Caulna Pox
I shall, circumstances and flight scheduals willing, be arriving in two days. My social class is presently that of a Knight of the Bloodly Star. I will not be arriving with anyone.
Orleo Yixe of Theao

My father was bestowed with a gift by an 'Angel', if you will when he found him in Denmark. His bloodline was given powers if he never told anyone outside his family unless it was an emergency. I doubt the Equanant line runs in your veins, unless you have ancestors in Venice, in which the likelyhood of such is more likely. Yassir is psychic, mostly telekinetic. When combined with his brothers, they can be very powerful.

We will arrive in your nation within five hours. We will have initial escorts of three Forge Force Special Ops Personell, but they will not leave the airport.


Marik smiled, as the respnse had been great and eaverything was going to plan. A psychic warrior, for the bride of the Psykers, but it was not for him to choose, that was the tournaments decision. And a knight from Theo as well, in five days the tournament would commence, already peasants and nobles from other lands were arriving, although they seemed romantics and would withdraw or die.

The barracks, that they would be purified in was prepared, a pit filled with wood ready to send them into a trance that is if they were ready to act as a Bearzerker groom should...

As Caulna's personal aid he was overseeing every aspect of the wedding, the altar and Psybears were being shipped in at setup in Night Glacier were the ceremony would be held. At Caulnas request, she would be wed in armor, though it would be without spikes and the skull and skin trophies that often adorned Caulna's armor. Only days were left...

Upon the day that the earliest flight could be schedualed, Orleo with a extra-large sports bag, disembarked from the plane at the city that was nearest to the site the tournament would be held to fight for Caulna Pox's hand.

Looking around, he wondered where, or if there was someone to meet him.

An old man, 6'6", drapped in a heavy black and silver fur, that of the Psybear, with medium silver hair. Marik Severcide, flanked by two PEST members.

"Welcome Orleo. This is Black Hive and Caulna is expecting your company. She is in Center Core, the PESTs will take your things and if you would follow me, I'll be able to show you around a bit while we go to Center Core.

A door opened showing a waiting military jeep, as the PEST motioned to take his large bag.

While a courtier was being brought to her Caulna, for the first time, she was checking herself in the mirror, but for aesthetics! Truly a phenomenon and might never be seen again.

Passing her hands over her body, analyzing her body from every angle, but when she went to button her high collar, she passed her fingers over, the old and very visible scar, pink and with a glossy sheen to it.

She quickly buttoned the black studs to her leather and vinyl suit. Tied her boots and waited for the courtier to begin the 'dance of death' known as dating. She smiled evilly and prepared...

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OOC: You're someone I would expect to hang out with my sister.
IC:
Green Bird 2, containing Earnest and Yassir, landed in Psyker Bearzerkers within a few hours. Several Forge Force members puoured out of the plane initially, armed only with shock weapons and sidearms. Earnest walked out first, followed by Yassir. Earnest was only armed with a knife in his boot, which he always kept there. He didn't even realize he had it. Yassir was unarmed, but his luggage contained a number of morningstars and swords, mostly decorative.

"Thank you for the welcome." Orleo replied as he stepped up to the large jeep. "If you wouldn't mind, I would prefere to keep this with me." He said to the PEST. "PEST, sounds like vermin." He thought to himself.

OOC: what’s that mean?

IC:
"Welcome, Son's of Green Sun, I am Triben Snow. I formed the first PEST Team, and now watch over the program, they would be the Special Operations team that our nation uses." He smiled. "Those Weapons you carry will be fine, but I'm afraid your soldiers’ aren’t allowed within Black Hive. If you have no objections, we can continue... If you like,” He motioned to two men in midnight blue and black fatigues. "These PESTs will take all your things to your quarters." From the landing pad, he gestured to a portcullis that would grant entry to the black mega ferric hive-city.

Triben touched his ear. "Yassir Equanant, of Green Sun, as soon as you are ready you may prepare for your courting of Caulna. Unfortunately she is about to be with another suitor, but within a few hours she will be more then glad to meet you.

"Until then whatever you ask for will be granted, plans and sites of the city, special meals, anything what so ever, we may even be able to provide something more traditional from your lands, if I personally look into it. This way if you please Gentlemen." He smiled and made a low bow, one hand showing them to the jeep.

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The PESTs stopped dead as if Orleo had given them an order. They both waited for Marik and Orleo to get in the jeep before they were in the two from seats, as driver and a passenger armed with a machine gun.

"Of course, but I must be assured that there is nothing..." Marik searched for the appropriate words, so as not to insult his guest. "That is not appropriate for the situation, there strict rules, and if I could have only your word that you won't blow up my Mistress we can continue." He made a deep guttural laughed, motioned for the jeep to move and waited for Orleo to respond.

"Then I give you my assurance. There are no items of explosive nature in my bag. They are solely my weapons for the tournament and thus I'd prefere that others not handle them." Orleo replied

As they drove he commented, "I noticed the PESTs responded to my request as if it was an order. Could you explain the reason behind this?"

OOC: what’s that mean?

IC:
"Welcome, Son's of Green Sun, I am Triben Snow. I formed the first PEST Team, and now watch over the program, they would be the Special Operations team that our nation uses." He smiled. "Those Weapons you carry will be fine, but I'm afraid your soldiers’ aren’t allowed within Black Hive. If you have no objections, we can continue... If you like,” He motioned to two men in midnight blue and black fatigues. "These PESTs will take all your things to your quarters." From the landing pad, he gestured to a portcullis that would grant entry to the black mega ferric hive-city.

Triben touched his ear. "Yassir Equanant, of Green Sun, as soon as you are ready you may prepare for your courting of Caulna. Unfortunately she is about to be with another suitor, but within a few hours she will be more then glad to meet you.

"Until then whatever you ask for will be granted, plans and sites of the city, special meals, anything what so ever, we may even be able to provide something more traditional from your lands, if I personally look into it. This way if you please Gentlemen." He smiled and made a low bow, one hand showing them to the jeep.
Yassir nodded and allowed his luggage to be taken. Earnest dismissed the Forge Force.
"My bodygaurds will not be present during our trip. They will be conducting information acquiring jobs on several nations, including yours, I hope you don't mind, and they will stay on the jet until I am ready to return or there is an emergency. And do not intrude on them. Doing so will be considered a hostile attempt on Green Sun property and they will respond in such a manner. Also, you best be wary of men dresed like the Forge Force only wearing black. They are known terrorists and their capture would make Green Sun very happy," Earnest told him. He studied the PEST men.
"But I'm sure that they are well aware of your Special Ops team."
Yassir studied the PEST soldiers. He had no worries about thsi tourament, he was one of the strongest men in Green Sun. Except for maybe Emperor Jordan. And if worse came to worse, he could save his own ass with his telekinesis.

"Then I give you my assurance. There are no items of explosive nature in my bag. They are solely my weapons for the tournament and thus I'd prefer that others not handle them." Orleo replied

As they drove he commented, "I noticed the PESTs responded to my request as if it was an order. Could you explain the reason behind this?"

"Then we shall continue to Center Core." Motioning to the PESTs, they sped up. "As for the PEST's reaction, you are a suitor to this Nation's Mistress. She is much loved by our Nation, as for now you are to be treated with the utmost respect. Your request will be followed to the letter as long as it does no harm or affects the tournament in your favor.

Soon after they reached Center Core and began to approach the room in which Caulna waited.

Yassir nodded and allowed his luggage to be taken. Earnest dismissed the Forge Force.
"My bodygaurds will not be present during our trip. They will be conducting information acquiring jobs on several nations, including yours, I hope you don't mind, and they will stay on the jet until I am ready to return or there is an emergency. And do not intrude on them. Doing so will be considered a hostile attempt on Green Sun property and they will respond in such a manner.
Also, you best be wary of men dresed like the Forge Force only wearing black. They are known terrorists and their capture would make Green Sun very happy," Earnest told him. He studied the PEST men.
"But I'm sure that they are well aware of your Special Ops team."
Yassir studied the PEST soldiers. He had no worries about thsi tourament, he was one of the strongest men in Green Sun. Except for maybe Emperor Jordan. And if worse came to worse, he could save his own ass with his telekinesis.

"By all means, learn Young Master, knowledge is a key to power, yan?

"Any non citizen must be given a clearence code, both You and your coach will be given one, as for the terroist, your bodyguards have their orders, but let us hope that their assistance is not needed." Triben led the way to the jeep that would tak them to their quarters, if needed this contender would rest or in some other way prepare for his date, while Caulna met the contender from Theo.

"So I heard someone from Theao has entered the contest. My grandaughter is married to their Emperor and Yassir's brother is being courted by one. Is this true?" Earnest asked him.

"Ah, it'll be unusual at least, and I'll have to be careful and watch mywords then." He said, "Could you tell me a little more about Caulna and any other contestants?"

"So I heard someone from Theao has entered the contest. My grandaughter is married to their Emperor and Yassir's brother is being courted by one. Is this true?" Earnest asked him.

"There accually is, his name is Orleo Yixe, I believe. He is actually the one who will be with Caulna, before Yassir."

The jeep, within the deep caverns and levels of Black Hive, stopped in front of a villa with pools and fountains, made of black marble, it was in achiatechual contrast with Black Hive, yet blended in with mood.

"Ah, it'll be unusual at least, and I'll have to be careful and watch my words then." He said, "Could you tell me a little more about Caulna and any other contestants?"

"Ah, yes, Caulna." Marik reflected like a father would. "Her name means Of-Blood, in the feminine version its translated to Great Mother. Akin to Our Lady Mother of Wisdom, our moon goddess. She is very introverted, the scar that runs from her neck to right shoulder, she attained when she was 10, but even then she barely ever talked. She idolized her brother, Jander and if he hadn't died because of our last ruler, a sniveling worm..." Marik cleared his throat and continued. "Well, she has great marshal prowess as well as a keen intellect and if you pay enough attention to her, you won't need any kind of interpreter, she despises them anyway." Marik smiled one last time before he finished.

"There is one other strong contender from Green Sun, Yassir Equanant and one other but he hasn't arrived. Many others have come but they do not show as much promise, drunks, bum and some who entered on dares, you understand?"

"The PESTs are intelligent men and women, and if you wish we could attach some to you if you like? Ah, here we are, Center Core, after you young Orleo."

"Ah, then I'll do my best to pay the utmost attention to Caulna." He replied, "And yes I do believe I understand. It'll be interesting if I meet Yassir." He commented with a grin.

"I wouldn't mind one to help prevent any social or political blunders, and to help smooth out any problems that may arrise, if you don't mind." He added as he exited the vehicle, "I hope I get a chance to meet Caulna soon."

"She's through these doors, Orleo. Kida Ash and Caulna are longtime friends and to say the least would be an asset while you are with Caulna." He lead the way through the doors, were in a large room sat Caulna on a circular couch.

Caulna stood quickly and smoothed the non-existent wrinkles in her leather corset. Her flaming hair was tied in eight braids around her head. Her head was lowered for a second, but then recovered her poise and confidence as she walked towards this man she had never known.

Orleo made sure to set his bags in the ante-chamber before he stepped into the room in which Caulna was in. With head held high, his steely grey eyes gleaming and his hair laid back, he walked to meet Caulna.

When he was five feet from her, he stopped and bowed, thought his eyes never left her face, "Hello Caulna Pox, Head of House Pox and Grand Bearzerker of Pysker Bearzerkers. It is an honour to meet you and I hope I may be the one worthy of winning the tournament so that I may get to know you more."

For a moment Caulna didn't know what to do... Bow as a lady to this knight, salute a fellow warrior? She did both, bowing then saluting. Stepping within one stride of him she extended a hand, gloved in the iron grey leather of the iron rats that infested Psyker Bearzerkers, though their skins were in high demand as a luxury good.

Leaning on a pillar Kida Ash stepped forward, in the midnight blue and black cammies of the PESTs. Rather sarcastically she spoke, "She's enchanted!" Over dramatically she curtsied. "I'll be in the background Deary, so just scream if you need any help." She walked away and spin like a small child. "So were can i escort this lovely couple?"

If Orleo was looking at Caulna he would she her face flushed, as well as her spitting silent threat at her best friend. After wasting time on Kida she looked at Orleo to lead as was tradition for courting, in Psyker Bearzerkers.

Orleo took Caulna's hand in a firm but gentle grip and planted a light kiss upon the back of her hand. He was following a blend of traditional protocal and personal belief. As he heard Kida Ash's comments, he smiled. As he viewed it, even if it didn't actually interest Caulna, if it got her or one of her close friends thinking about him it was worth the effort. That and he felt it as necessary.

As he'd been keeping his eyes upon Caulna's face he noticed her both her flush and her silently cursing her friend and internally chuckled. As he straightened, his hand still joined to her's, he looked at her and asked, with the question directed both at Caulna and Kida, thought he was speaking to Caulna alone, "Does the palace have a garden?"

"There accually is, his name is Orleo Yixe, I believe. He is actually the one who will be with Caulna, before Yassir."

The jeep, within the deep caverns and levels of Black Hive, stopped in front of a villa with pools and fountains, made of black marble, it was in achiatechual contrast with Black Hive, yet blended in with mood.
"Better than what you've done to the Green Palace," Yassir said to Earnest, "Grandfather keeps a herd of Rhinos in front of the Palace and there's a SAM missile silo not a half kilometer away. He keeps it like a military base."
"That's because it is a military base," Earnest reminded him.

***OFFICIAL PROCLIMATION***

Emperor Galen Q. Leotarida will have to withdraw his son form being Mrs. Pox's husband. He is currently going to lead a military campaign against a false socialist state in an attempt to overthrow another nations soverignty. We appologize for this but it has to be done.

Orleo took Caulna's hand in a firm but gentle grip and planted a light kiss upon the back of her hand. He was following a blend of traditional protocal and personal belief. As he heard Kida Ash's comments, he smiled. As he viewed it, even if it didn't actually interest Caulna, if it got her or one of her close friends thinking about him it was worth the effort. That and he felt it as necessary.

As he'd been keeping his eyes upon Caulna's face he noticed her both her flush and her silently cursing her friend and internally chuckled. As he straightened, his hand still joined to her's, he looked at her and asked, with the question directed both at Caulna and Kida, thought he was speaking to Caulna alone, "Does the palace have a garden?"

Caulna nodded and Kida cackled. "That's what you call a garden!?" Caulna snapped her head towards Kida and flashed her a few hand signals, these obviously insulted Kida as she fell silent. Her last snide remark had a more serious tone. "Then I shall fetch your coach and say no more."

As she passed, Caulna stamped her foot. Kida stood at attention and saluted, her face more like stone now. Kida exited, as soon as Caulna and Orleo walked out the door they would find a transport that would take them to The Recycler.

"Better than what you've done to the Green Palace," Yassir said to Earnest, "Grandfather keeps a herd of Rhinos in front of the Palace and there's a SAM missile silo not a half kilometer away. He keeps it like a military base."
"That's because it is a military base," Earnest reminded him.

"We do our best to keep the innards of our city pure, let the skin fend off disease, if you understand my meaning? What are you request's and I shall oversee them personally."

***OFFICIAL PROCLIMATION***

Emperor Galen Q. Leotarida will have to withdraw his son form being Mrs. Pox's husband. He is currently going to lead a military campaign against a false socialist state in an attempt to overthrow another nations soverignty. We appologize for this but it has to be done.

We are saddened that he must withdraw, we wish him luck in his campaign.

Psyker Bearzerkers

The list of promising applicants was shortning, but later it will force those who continue to be more cunning and aware.

Orleo wondered what the sign-language was, and decided to make an effort to get Kida to teach him the basics at the very least. He was a quick learner and was sure he'd be able to aquire a rudimentary understanding after only a lesson or two.

Taking Caulna's arm in his, they walked out. As they reached the transport he opened the door for her.

Kida sat in the front ordered the driver to 'The Recycler' and lifted the divider, leaving Orleo and Caunla in complete privacy.

Caunla decided she Orleo should begin the conversation. Moving her hands like a duck or lips, she pointed at Orleo and then made a gesture of a large complete circle.

Please don't be pompous! Please don't be pompous! Please don't be pompous! If only she could think louder...

It took Orleo a few seconds to run possible translations for Caulna's gestures throught his head. "If I understand correctly you want me to explain a bit about myself?" He asked and going on the assumption that he was correct, he continued "I have two sisters, both older. My parents are both dead. I have a double degree in genetics and para-psychic studies. I also practice and study various things martial. I think I covered the key points, do you have any other questions thought?"

It took Orleo a few seconds to run possible translations for Caulna's gestures throught his head. "If I understand correctly you want me to explain a bit about myself?" He asked and going on the assumption that he was correct, he continued "I have two sisters, both older. My parents are both dead. I have a double degree in genetics and para-psychic studies. I also practice and study various things martial. I think I covered the key points, do you have any other questions thought?"

Definitely not a dunce, a little less detailed then I would have liked...

"We're here!" The driver shouted. "Everyone pile out, you not the only people in Black Hive!"

Kida introduced Orleo to 'The Recycler'. A whole level of swamp! It didn't smell but the heat and humidity rose dramatically. Above the quagmire of mosses and pond scum, were grasses from there rose vines that clung to thick leafy trees. The lighting made it appear as is snow was on the swamp. The reflected light bounced all over, making emerald clouds on the multiple levels of catwalks.

Kida began what seemed to be a prepared speech. "Oh, Lover boy. She wants me to tell you that this is were all the air for Black Hive is recycled, every minute or so you'll get a stiff breeze and every hour, well just hold on to what you find most precious."

Kida made it plainly clear what she meant when she blatantly stared at his crotch and almost made a grab for them. "We also have abundant wildlife, mostly harmless, deer, fish, rodents and stuff; a few Psybears I hear but I've never seen them. But we do have a puma that can climb anything, hunts in packs and has been known to take people down there, never to return." As she finished her, once again, overly dramatic speech she mistakenly (or purposely) let slip. "I hope the pumas get you.." She smiled innocently. "I'll leave the lovebirds alone, now!"

Caunla stared at her, her eyes were almost slits as she stared at her best friend walk away a few paces.

How do I say joker? Pointing at Kida then holding her side, Caulna imitated laughter. Even if her vocal chords were shredded, she had a keen eye, she pointed to birds and animal, very exotic and different from the environment outside of the Black Hive Complex; Volcanic ash strewn wasteland. She smiled as she even pointed out a Psybear, she smiled and her white even teeth accented her face as she glowed with excitement. Then looked at Orleo and blushed.

Did I just blush? Again?! I must seem like a little girl! This was truly a unique situation, if Orleo had met Culna any other time, it would be on the battle field. She would be raising her blade and banner, muck mixed with enemy blood on her face. She would have been as likely to bite off someone's face as much as look at them. But She looked at him and it was hard to describe him...

What? Me, speechless? He is a man... with grey eyes, the grey of a halberd... Did I just compare his eyes to a halberd? Dork! My Banner is green and black, just like his hair... Stay cool Caulna, you've won wars, this is nothing, he's a guy, just a very nice... somewhat really good looking man. Please talk before my head explodes!

Orleo exited the vehicle, helping Caulna out as well. As he appreciated the beauty of the vibrant, luxurious and beautiful Recycler swamp.

He smiled at Kida, "I'm sure I'll hold onto what I find most precious when the time comes. He said with a grin, thought his focus was on a different object than what she was implying. "I'm sure the wildlife won't present too much of a problem."

As he noticed Caulna's gestures, he grinned and commented, "If I've understood correctly, I have to say I agree, she does seem like a bit of a comedian."

As Caulna gave him an interesting, but silent show of the animals of Psyker Bearzerkers, and more specifically the Black Hive Complex, he marvelled at the various exotic specimens. As he noticed the Psybear, his face gleamed in reflection of her excitement as he saw what he was sure was a very rare sight.

As he noticed she blushed, he wondered what about the situation was causing the charming reaction, as he had trouble believing it was solely his presence that was causing the beautiful warrior maiden to blush.

As he looked at her, at her hair that reminded him of the setting sun or a blazing fire and her enigmatic yet enchanting eyes he picked up on the vibes that appeared to be of nervousness from her. This clashed with how Marik had described her, yet it intrigued him.

Deciding to approach his interest from an unusual angle, he asked, "Would you be willing to teach me your sign language?" He intended to start with the basics and attempt to work his way to the point where he could ask Caulna if he could kiss her.

ooc: You're last paragraph had me laughing a bit as it clashed in a humourous way with my mental picture of Caulna.

ooc: You're last paragraph had me laughing a bit as it clashed in a humourous way with my mental picture of Caulna.

OOC: Yeah she has definitely changed, a lot of that I would have never expected from her, but I've also never dealed with the mental image of herself… very crazy stuff

IC:
Caulna pursed her lips in thought. Touching her index and middle finger to her up facing palm she pointed at Orleo. Using the same two fingers she touched the top of her hand and pointed at her.

The then began pointing at animals, showing that by pointing to the polar-side was the difference between male and female.

More then just hand motions, the face and head were key in expressing emotion and feeling. To take or have you had to take an open hand, direct it at the person or object you wanted and bring it away while putting all finger together, still pointing at the subject.

The whole time Caulna was focused heavily on Orleo, having to grab him... to make his gestures just right, of course.

Kida could have been mistaken for male with no manners, with all the gestures she made. But after she looked at her watch she suddenly took a very serious tone. "You’re going to have to say your good byes soon. In less then an hour you must meet Yassir, Mistress." Caulna, a Psyker but not telepathic, had a very serious reaction to the news and waited for Orleo to react next.

Orleo was managing to learn and at least get the basics of the sign language that Caulna used. Whenever he ran into a concept or word group he couldn't quite grasp, he made sure to confirm it vocally. He managed to get the concepts of male and female as well as most of the others she taught him.

In addition he enjoyed the time spent with Caulna as she taught him. When he found out that she had to go meet with the competitor from Green Sun, he commented, "As much as I'd love to request that you not see him, or crash you're meeting with him, in good consious I can not. I do promise I will do my best to be the victor in the tournament thought." He then signed, in the best manner he could, You are very beautiful and may I have one kiss?

In vocal silence she responded 'Yes'. She held his upper arms and leaned into him; she gave him a warm slow kiss that left her sweet black lip gloss on his lips.

"Mistress Green Sun awaits you as well." Calna walked away and Kida walked towards Orleo. "Even though she likes you doesn't mean you'll win, but for now I hope you do. If you follow that catwalk there is a jeep that will take you to your room. There's a Seer that will give you further instructions." Kida walked the other way, following Caulna.

Orleo enjoyed the kiss and wondered what was going throught both Caulna's mind and Kida's mind. In his own mind, a fictional representation of happyness and enjoyment was doing a happyness dance.

Once the kiss was broken, he smiled at her, "That was lovely." He said as he knew that he didn't have the concepts to sign what he felt.

OOc: Green Sun ready? becuase your part is next! and it is vital to the story and all that Jazz!

IC:
Quickly, Kida was helping Caulna change into something more breathable, though she did enjoy the look of the corset; she would rather breathe for the rest of the night.

"Orleo, he was very nice wasn't he?" Kida and Caulna exchanged childish glances. "I know you like him and don't lie."

Caulna tapped her temple and made a complicated hand motion that involved almost seven twists, then a stabbing motion with her pinky.

"Fine be that way, but remember you've known him a few hours, there’s a lot you don't know and don't think the dossiers will answer those questions. Here we are Marble House."

Caulna's mouth dropped, Yassir was obviously greeted by a PEST, and with an attempt to impress them, may have worked a special agreement of gained the favor and special treatment of the Exclusive Elite Black Ops and Intelligence unit that tracked every footstep and had every fingerprint and chain of DNA on file. Grand Bearzerkers were not excluded. Though they had unyielding faith and devotion to her, it was still something to remember.

OOc: Green Sun ready? becuase your part is next! and it is vital to the story and all that Jazz!

IC:
Quickly Kida was helping Caulna change into something more breathable, though she did enjoy the look of the corset, she would rather breath for the rest of the night.

(more to come later)
ooc: Assuming they left the swamp and all that, correct?
Or is Orleo still at bat?

ooc: Assuming they left the swamp and all that, correct?
Or is Orleo still at bat?

OOC:
Orleo can wander around if he likes, through the doors is a transport to his room were he will get further instructions about the tournament. There are always guards around so he ca ask for directions or anything he needs.

Orleo thought about how much he'd enjoyed the time with Caulna as he returned to his room. After changing he grabbed a retractable staff and asked a guard on the location of the training field. Once he found it, he set out to work out and get a bit of practice in.

Yassir was dressed in a Forge Force's ornamental uniform. He had no weapons, not even decorative ones. Yassir was tall and muscular, but not so that he was overwhelming. His silver hair, a mark of the Equanant bloodline, was short, barely going down past his ears on the back of his neck. Yassir's face favored his mother more than his father, being a bit small but distinguished and handsome. If it wasn't for the silver hair and the tall figure, one might think he was a pure Russian.

"Caulna Pox," he said to her, bowing. Earnest was walking by behind him, expressing his dislike for fancy uniforms.
"I am Count Yassir Equanant of Green Sun. It is a pleasure to meet you at last. I have been treated very well on my visit so far and your nation is beautiful, moreso than my own."

Orleo thought about how much he'd enjoyed the time with Caulna as he returned to his room. After changing he grabbed a retractable staff and asked a guard on the location of the training field. Once he found it, he set out to work out and get a bit of practice in.


A few PEST were around the arena, one accompanied by several Psyker Police became agitated with Orleo's presence.

"Hey! Xono! I'm talking to you, you ballerina with the stick!" He was drunk, very drunk. Obviously he had drunk a quart or two of blood-spirit, the hallucinogenic nation drink of Psyker Bearzerkers.

"Think you can wave a pole around and take our women? Huh, take our General and Queen, the very daughter of our Lady Mother Of Wisdom?!" It took him a few minutes to stumble towards Orleo.

“I'm gong to have to beat the crap out of you Xeno!" In a stance that immitaded, though just barely, that of a boxing position the PESt began taking swings at all six Orleos, each riding a diffrent color Turduckin.

Yassir was dressed in a Forge Force's ornamental uniform. He had no weapons, not even decorative ones. Yassir was tall and muscular, but not so that he was overwhelming. His silver hair, a mark of the Equanant bloodline, was short, barely going down past his ears on the back of his neck. Yassir's face favored his mother more than his father, being a bit small but distinguished and handsome. If it wasn't for the silver hair and the tall figure, one might think he was a pure Russian.

"Caulna Pox," he said to her, bowing. Earnest was walking by behind him, expressing his dislike for fancy uniforms.
"I am Count Yassir Equanant of Green Sun. It is a pleasure to meet you at last. I have been treated very well on my visit so far and your nation is beautiful, moreso than my own."


"Haha, yes living inside of this Iron Hive is very lovely. I am Kida, Caulna's interpreter should you need my assistance."

Caulna made a half bow at the comment and motioned her flat palms; moving away from each other.

"She would like to know if you had an idea of were you wanted to take her. You have something planned I assume good Count?"

Kida, you are freaking killing me here. I need to start this date now!

A few PEST were around the arena, one accompanied by several Psyker Police became agitated with Orleo's presence.
"Hey! Xono! I'm talking to you, you ballerina with the stick!" He was drunk, very drunk. Obviously he had drunk a quart or two of blood-spirit, the hallucinogenic nation drink of Psyker Bearzerkers.
"Think you can wave a pole around and take our women? Huh, take our General and Queen, the very daughter of our Lady Mother Of Wisdom?!" It took him a few minutes to stumble towards Orleo.
“I'm gong to have to beat the crap out of you Xeno!" In a stance that immitaded, though just barely, that of a boxing position the PESt began taking swings at all six Orleos, each riding a diffrent color Turduckin.
"As much as I'd love to take the time to eviscerate you, I don't think it would be quite appropriate." Orleo replied, "Nor would it be fitting, as all it'd leave is a bloody mess, rather than the bruised, battered and educated mess I intend to leave." He then retracted the staff and set it on the ground before tapping it away with his foot.

As the drunken one swung his fist, Orleo brought up one arm to deflect the poorly aimed blow, and with the other hand, delivered a hard slap to the man's face. As he did so, he wondered how the drunkard would take it as it was almost invariably taken as an insult, but also far more effective when someone didn't want to do permanent or serious damage or injury.

"As much as I'd love to take the time to eviscerate you, I don't think it would be quite appropriate." Orleo replied, "Nor would it be fitting, as all it'd leave is a bloody mess, rather than the bruised, battered and educated mess I intend to leave." He then retracted the staff and set it on the ground before tapping it away with his foot.

As the drunken one swung his fist, Orleo brought up one arm to deflect the poorly aimed blow, and with the other hand, delivered a hard slap to the man's face. As he did so, he wondered how the drunkard would take it as it was almost invariably taken as an insult, but also far more effective when someone didn't want to do permanent or serious damage or injury.

The man fell and puked what looked like one large lump of coagulated blood. Spitting up a large amount of the poison along with the alcohol, he may have been able to actually make a stand and show for himself had he not been dragged away.

The police took him away, mostly ashamed, as the PESTs were the best of all Psyker Military. Psyker Elite Strike Teams were only selected after ten years of service, two campaigns and two recommendations by senior officers. Although Psyker did not mind drinking, especially blood spirit, the fact that he got so wasted then tried to fight a guest of the Bearzerkers was too much.

Caulna bowed and then offered her hand to Yassir, her suit was made of soft silver leather and shiny red vinyl.

She had taken the braids out of her hair, red and orange and her roots yellow, made her vibrant hair seem like a living fire. The waves and twists in her hair made by the former tight braids made the affect of fire even more so. Every step she made was like a fire being stoked by a bellows, one could almost expect glowing embers to burst out.

Her makeup was changed to a mellow blue theme. Light blue for her lips and eyes, and deep dark blues for her nails, this might generally be accepted in any other nation, but this was a vision of true beauty in Psyker Bearzerkers.

"I'm sure if he'd been in any condition to fight, it would have been quite different." Orleo commented to himself as he retrived his staff.

"Pardon that PEST, Sir. Hopefully you have seen other as he is not an example of out entire PEST program, he actually just finished a rather shameful breakup and he's not good at keeping control of his drink anyway. Continue your exercises as we will make sure no one bothers you. Good luck young Master."

The BP turned on his heel and walked away.

"Thank you." Orleo replied as he extended the staff into it's basic mode and began practicing with a few basic moves to get his muscles into the rythem.

Earnest overheard the comment of Yassir being the one to pick on where to pick the date.
Oh, shit! We hadn't thought of that! he thought to himself. But Yassir was cool and took Caulna's arm. He admired her beauty for a while and said,
"Have you ever flown before?"

Flying? Bearzerkers would have been given wings if were ment to fly.

She shook her head, holding a hooked finger to her tmple she waited for a response.

Kida made a more tastful renternce and translted. "She said she can't wait, she loves heights!"

If I wasn't in this position, I'd kill you now.

As he finished his basic work out, he considered going into the more advanced and dangerous moves, but decided to take a break and watch the various Bearzerkers train.

Flying? Bearzerkers would have been given wings if were ment to fly.

She shook her head, holding a hooked finger to her tmple she waited for a response.

Kida made a more tastful renternce and translted. "She said she can't wait, she loves heights!"

If I wasn't in this position, I'd kill you now.
Leaving Kida behind, Yassir demonstrated his telekinetic ability by lifting both Yassir and Caulina off of the ground.
I cannot hold us up for too long, Calunina heard Yassir's voice in her head, Nor can I continue to talk to you like this while in the air, but this lalows me to speak with you without the language barrier. Just think on which words you would liek to say and I will hear them.

Bearzerkers would turn anything into battle training; if you were born into one of the mining corps, the time mining with a pick axe or lifting ore was best, often they were recruited when the Police scouted the mines. In the arena, the Grand melee was being set up, a muddy quagmire, spikes and animals still in cages with steep muddy walls made the pit. Spike made of the traditional and poisonous sleeper wood, still made with axes were being sharpened to a fine needle point.

Other bearzerkers simply entertained themselves by ramming heads and ritualistic sparing.

Nor can I continue to talk to you like this while in the air, but this allows me to speak with you without the language barrier. Just think on which words you would liek to say and I will hear them.

Caulna bit her lip in thought. Tell me about you, why did you enter this tournament and I'd love it if we could have more privacy...

Orleo studied the styles and the arena that where being exibited. He'd learnt that he could learn much from someone's styles.

Caulna bit her lip in thought. Tell me about you, why did you enter this tournament and I'd love it if we could have more privacy...
Yassir lifted them higher and higher and found a nice, smnall, green little hill in which they could talk and landed them softly on it. He rubbed his head as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
As you can see, I am a very powerful Telekinetic person. Each Equanant recieves their own special power. My brothers all had psychic power. My eldest brother, Ali, changed his somehow as he hit puberty and one of my other brothers died in an accident. Dimitri, Muhammad, and myself are all musicians in addition to our otehr professions. We also have identical powers. We all can lift objects with our minds and project our thoughts into the minds of others, among other psychic powers. Although our mind-oriented powers are accessible only when we are together, there are exceptions, as you can tell.

Five months or so ago Dimitri, Muhammad, and I made a deal that we would find wives in other nations. Dimirti and Muhammad have found royals elsewhere while I caught wind of this tournament. I knew that I was one of the most physically fit men in Green Sun, next to my cousin, Emperor Jordan, and my chances of winning were very high.
He blushed a little.
Although my only thoughts were about you when I had first seen the pictures that your nation sent out.

Although my only thoughts were about you when I had first seen the pictures that your nation sent out.[/QUOTE]

You honor and embarrass me with such a comment... Would you live here with me? Would you take me back to Green Sun? My nation has less then 400 million people, very weak when you consider the Empires that throw their armies around like the ash here.

You know, it took a whole century for my ancestors to build Black Hive? Norse and Aztecs took the iron from the sacred volcanoes here. The black is supposed to remind us that many died to make this place our home and that there were no longer Nose and Aztec, but only Psyker Bearzerkers. It's all mostly legend but still very romantic.

I admire your telekinetic powers. We have stories of psychic manifestation, but only during a massive height of emotion during battle, yours you can control.

Caulna finally started to look at Yassir more, she became very at ease with the fact of Yassir's power being used.

To Green Sun I am merely a figurehead. I have no true power and bringing you to Green Sun would mean little to us and danger to you. Green Sun has no desire for Imperialism. Only friendship and trust between nations.

Green Sun has a very short history but a complicated one. We were first settles by ancient Risbanians and Willinkian peoples. As the years rolled by the Arabs came and colonized the penninsula. The Chinese then occupied Green Sun Island and the Russians, along with Chinese refugees, came by the Industrial Revolution. Hamanistan decided to invade and take over Green Sun during the Cold War and only stopped when my Grandfather declared it an indpenedant nation and began Green Sun as an American puppet government. We took control of our own nation within a year and we have had three civil wars since then, but our system of government has been able to completely stabilize us by today. It used to be lush and beautiful with nature, but my Grandfather has a strong dislike for it and the inudstrialization turned it into desert. It's still home ,however, and home to over two billion people. But we treat all others with equal respect.

All Green Sun Royals learn to control their powers at an early age. A very early one. My nephew Chong is pyrokinetic and he can set something ablaze and then reverse the effects of the inferno completely. And he's only seven years old.
Yassir had to sever the connection. It was wearing him down slowly but surely.
"Sorry," he apologized to her in english.
A long connection like this without the assistance of my brothers is difficult and dangerous to an extent for long periods of time.

Caulna tried to think of something that might comfort him in his moment of exhaustion. Maintaining a link so long just to communicate with her…

She continued to try and think of something, she grew up in a Berzerkergang! A nomadic unit of mercenaries, the only comfort she knew was the intake of hallucinogenics, tattooing, sparring or battle. How crude…

Rolling her eyes trying to attempt a gesture of kindness to a foreigner, she moved her hands to rest on his shoulder, hesitated but finally went through with it. Thank you.

I have always loved music, Yassir told her as soon as he felt strong enough to re-establish the psychic link, I have a Bachelor's in music. I knew I would never truely make a difference in my own life just by singing, so I joined the Forge Force. It gave me just what I've wanted. I've always been a man of actions since then.
He took a deep breath.
I've never tried this without my brothers helping, too, so I can't tell you what'll happen exactly. I don't know exactly what it is. I can only tell you that it's a most wonderful experience.

I don't want to be the reason listed as 'Cause of Death". You don't have to strain yourself so much over it...

You sing? I don't know how it compares to your cultures version of music, but our nation music is called Olde Metal. She smiled recalling the details of a sound she held very dear and close to her heart. It mostly consists of drums, an instrument that could be compared to a base-guitar and a Song Seer, he is the Olde Metal preacher!

She had a big smile because Jander, her beloved mentor and brother was a song seer. That may have been caught by Yassir, even if she would rather keep that fleeting thought to herself. She looked upward, focusing on the fine details; maybe Yassir would be able to see it with her as she remembered polished drums and the ones freshly carved from wood. Then we dance the Cinta, like a choreographed battle and thrashing mostly. She made a strained sound as air escaped her in a gasp. I sound like a teacher don't I?

I'm in the military, I'm used to listening to teachers.

I only sing and I sing what I feel like singing when we sing. My brothers have their preferences, I don't really care on what I'm singing.

And honestly I find this rather refreshing. Those who I've tried this on tell me it's one of the most wonderful experiences of their lives. I've just never tried it alone before.

A red light flashed once then went off like a strobe. Caulna knew immediately that her time with Yassir was over; she had seen records that he was an apt warrior and his telekinetic powers were most impressive indeed.

Trying her best she mouthed words that would be more painful to say, if she had a voice. You need to go to the arena... From the Onyx Throne she would watch hundreds of PB Officers, Orleo and Yassir and trivial nobles; beat themselves senseless and die in a mucky pit meant to kill as many participants as possible.

I was hoping for more time. Yassir said as he lifted them into the air and they began to float towards the Arena.
I will wil this for you, my lady, Yassir said as he went to prpare for the tournament.

Orleo heard from one of the duelists in the arena that the tournament was competition was starting soon and headed off to prepare and select his weapons for the Grand Melee, as he figured there would be time to switch/rest before the Labyerinth round.

The pit was cleared of all contestants and filled with a pack or armored Koalthera, the largest pack hunting predatory cat in Psyker Bearzerkers. Also one Psybear was added, in glittering armor, as its huge paws made walking through the muck and around fire bombs and spikes look like nothing at all.

Caulna was in the fatigues of the PESTs; midnight blue and black. But she watched as the beasts roamed and the contestants were about to be allowed in the pit.

Orleo had gotten prepared and headed back down to the arena.

From a loudspeaker that sounded in all of Black Hive, Marik Severcide spoke the opening announcement that would announce the Tournament for Cualna's hand in marriage.

"Psyker Bearzerkers, entries from Psyker Military and Xeno Nobles. The Beasts are ready and hungry! March forth into the pit, The Grand Melee and show me your hunger, your desire, show Psyker Bearzerkers how much Caulna means to you, because this is not only your time to shine but this also challenges your own martial and mental prowess!"

The crowd of Bearzerkers roared and awaited the bashing of contestants against mud, spike and fangs.

Orleo fully extended his staff, as well as extending the bladed parts, as he walked into the arena proper. As he entered he rotated his shoulders to set the plates properly in his armour. Looking around, he prepared for anything that might come his way.

Yassir quickly suited up, donning his metal suit. The suit protected the head and neck very well in addition to the large amount of protection given to the rest of the body while giving him a large field of vision and flexibility. The gauntlets were particularly nasty, being barb-spiked to fit Yassir's personal preferences in close combat. Of course, Yassir had several contained weapons, as well, and two scimitars at his side.

Yassir walked into the ready room and popped a caffine pill to raise his awareness and downed it with a few bottles of water. He would be very hot in the suitm so he would need all the fluids he could get.

Drunk and hallucinating due to the traditional blood spirit drink, PESTs and other PB officers were shambling like zombies, beating each other senseless, not that blood spirit helped with coordination or perception. The pack of 12 full grown koalthera swept past like black streaks of light, killing several massive men and dragging away half a dozen more, effectively taking the massively swift and deadly cats out of the battle.

The Psybear was still hiding and a PEST, refreshed as he snapped the neck of Bearzerker Police Sergeant. With and axe he charged at a competitor with a staff, who was obviously a foreign noble. "No Xenos will have Caulna!" With a wide swing of his arms he threw the axe, swinging like a helicopter blade through the air.

Orleo smiled a thin smile as he saw the axe-wielding Bearzerker charge at him. Axers traditionally had an advantage over normal staffs, but his was anything but a traditional staff. "The one who is best and who Caulna chooses will have her, and I doubt that that one is you." He replied to the man's shouted comment as he twisted the haft of the staff separating it into two pieces. One half had a hooked, almost pick-axe head, while the other's head was comprised of a long curved blade.

With the hooked blade, he thrust it into the path of the whirling blade and jerked it down. The head caught the axe and pulled it downward, while slashing forward with the bladed edge with the intention of separating the man's head from his body.

Yassir walked into the Arena as men and beast began to fight one another and spotted the Theao noble. Yassir could sense his power and knew that fighting him early would ruin his chances. He turned back and spotted one of the Great Cats charging at him. Yassir stood his ground, taking a few steps towards it surprising the cat a bit, but it continued its rush nonetheless. Yassir readied his spiked fist next to his Scimitar as the cat pounced. Right as the cat was just about on him, he side-stepped it, drew his blade, and came down on it, severing its upper back from its lower. The wounded koalthera turned to him and readied for another attack, but Yassir came down with his fist onto the beast's head, driving the spikes into its skull and destroying its brain. It limped for a few moments and then fell over, dead. Blood stained his scimitar and his fist, but Yassir was unphased by the fight. He turned and studied the masses of fighters, ready for another challenge.

With the Grand Melee winding down, the roster had been flooded with Bearzerkers who were clearly intoxicated. A low sustained growl that carried all through The Pit, made several Bearzerkers stop. Medical Techs were already preparing to take downed contestants including a few that had been 'spiked' on the toxic sleeper-wood obstacles.

Before the Grand Melee began, several Bearzerkers had made announcements that no xenos would pass the Grand Melee, although some popper princes had been punished in the most extreme, finding the two shining star nobles in something as chaotic as this was more difficult than it sounded.

"Green Sun! Were are you little boy, I’m looking for you, show yourself!" In layers of thick leather, he didn't sink into the muck and maintained his mobility, but any double handed weapons would be a concern, if h took his safety into account. "Were is that stick boy? Were my enemies!"

Looking at the time clock of the arena the Melee was set to end in mere minutes.

The killing of a koalthera stunned the crowd. The stadium sat up almost at once. A sacred cat of the Psyker Warrior Caste, its death was a sign of a very powerful and skilled warrior. What more was that he was in metal armor, the idea of the mud pit was balance, and that warriors in metal would be disposed, at least in theory.

Orleo heard someone yelling about a 'stick-boy' and his 'enemies'. Bellowing in a surprisingly loud vocie, he called out into the arena, "Are you looking to face me, if so, then I am here." Orleo had by this point re-attached the two halves of his staff and tossed upward into the air, to give location of where he was, before catching it as it fell back to earth.

Either by design or chance, several members of this make shift, 'kill xenos group' made their own ways to Orleo. But before they could all rush Orleo, the largest one, who had also made the call merely, stared at the others and they proceeded to beat each other instead.

"I am Tacker, of house Obsidian, I am a house member! By blood I am pure of Psyker Bearzerker lineage; you are dirty foreign blood, put that stick away and take me fist to fist!"

This man, made no charge, highly uncharacteristic of any Psyker, especially one who had a house name. Waiting with large bloody fists clenched at his side, he wanted this fight to be more than just taking him out of the running for Caulna's hand, but to test his own prowess against a very strong competitor.

((Wait, mud pit?))
Yassir smirked at the cheering of the crowd and heard the taunts of the Psycher. He turned towards the taunter and waved his scimitar at him, challenging him to come at Yassir. Yassir knew that if he moved as little as possible, his armor wouldn't get clogged up and he wouldn't have to remove it in mid-fight, which wasn't too hard with its design, but could prove to be a fatal mistake if it came down to it.

Earnest sat in the front of the stadium, hoping to get a good shot at the stadium. Earnest would not allow Yassir to die and if came down to it, Earnest would intervene. Earnest had only been seriously injured once in his life due to his 'gift' and it was unlikely any of the warriors had his only weakness, so he was confident that he would be able to save Yassir if he found himself unable to safe himself.

"You want a weapons free match, one on one?" Orleo asked, "Then so be it." He pressed a tab, causing the blades to relax into the shaft which contracted down to it's smaller 'portable' mode. "Thought if your friends try joining in, it might get messy." He added

[QUOTE=Green Sun]((Wait, mud pit?))
Yassir smirked at the cheering of the crowd and heard the taunts of the Psycher. He turned towards the taunter and waved his scimitar at him, challenging him to come at Yassir. Yassir knew that if he moved as little as possible, his armor wouldn't get clogged up and he wouldn't have to remove it in mid-fight, which wasn't too hard with its design, but could prove to be a fatal mistake if it came down to it.[QUOTE]

The Psyker looked at this man, in his armor, with scimitar and spiked gauntlets. "I hope you can fight as pretty as you look tin-man." Lifting his mace, he pointed it at Yassir. "Don't think those cheers are for you, they want you dead and Caulna could never bare the thought of a Xeno in her bed." He let loose the most maniacal of laughs, clearly amused with him self and adrenaline pumping into his blood as fast as his glands could produce them and his heart would pump it.

"You'd be surprised on what mere Tin can do," Yassir replied. Yassir took steps towards the Psyker, further enticing him into a battle. He could tell that the Psyker was getting pumped with adrenaline and Yassir wanted to use this to his advantage.
"If Caulna was so disgusted with the idea of a foreigner as her spouse, she wouldn't have called out to the world asking for a few to join," he replied.

"You want a weapons free match, one on one?" Orleo asked, "Then so be it." He pressed a tab, causing the blades to relax into the shaft which contracted down to it's smaller 'portable' mode. "Thought if your friends try joining in, it might get messy." He added

"Then let it be!" He lifted his fists, raw and his enemies blood dripping from them. Shifting his wieght from side to side quickly, he was dipping and moving, ready to hammer his fists into Orleo's face.

Yassir's comment was too much. Despite his momentary control, he lifted his mace to batter him within his own armor.

Swinging it in wide arches and up and down, he intended to burry his spiked mace inside this man who dared talk about his Mistress.

"Die, vermin!" His veins were protruding and eyes were bulging, he dislocated his arm swinging so hard but continued to use it with as much enthusiasm as before.

Compared to Yassir's years of practice and level of skill, the Psyker was clumbsy and slow. Yassir, despite the heavy armor, dodged the blows as the warrior wore himself down. But Yassir did not want this fight to last long, as it would wear him down, as well, which would only hinder his efforts. Yassir dodged another blow and came in at the warrior's belly with an uppercut with his free hand and blocking a mace with the scimitar.

A klaxon blared loudly five times and finished with a sixth that was long and flat.

"I Marik Severcide commend the survivors!" He smiled and the crowd laughed in approval of his comment. “The Team Round is immediately next. Teams of five chosen randomly are as follows; Orleo Yixe, Yassir Equanant, Tacker Obsidian, Zerka Koel and Haro Flayer!” He continued with several other teams but it was obvious that this team was made specifically to get to the end. “Now ready yourselves to the exits!”

Rope ladders were thrown down the mucky steeps and the remaining koelthera rounded up. The Psybear for now was still illusive.

Yassir stopped short of jamming the man in the stomach with the glove and looked up. He grabbed the nearest rope ladder and climbed, testing it first to see if it would break or not. He decided it was strong enough and headed for the ready room, where he drank plenty of Gatorade.

"Then let it be!" He lifted his fists, raw and his enemies blood dripping from them. Shifting his wieght from side to side quickly, he was dipping and moving, ready to hammer his fists into Orleo's face.
Orleo stood with his hands held loosely at his side as he watched the man weave and bob. "You'll have to do better than dancing around me to get rid of me." He commented with a mocking grin.

"I may not be a PEST or foreign noble, but I am going to have to ask you men to stop this quarrel and prepare for the next round." Holding one of three shock nooses that kept one koelthera in questionable line, he looked at the two impressive men and rolled his eyes as Tacker continued to stare at Orleo.

Medics were tying tourniquets and preparing to amputate limbs. Tacker shook his head and muck and sweat flew out. "I'll see you in a little while then, Foreigner."

Orleo raised a hand in salute as he began slogging out of the muck. "Likewise, and perhaps we can finish." He replied

The maze was outside The Pit arena, ready to swallow and confuse the contestants who still stood. Many had dislocated or broken limbs. Bruised ribs and ruptured organs, even ones of the later injuries were allowed into the team round.

Orleo Yixe, Yassir Equanant, Tacker Obsidian, Zerka Koel and Haro Flayer, was the team that everyone would bet on without fear of loss. They were the heads of houses and the nobles of considerable prowess that had courted Caulna just before The Pit round. Now that a few of them had met in the Grand Melee they would now have to develop a team spirit to avoid conflict that could not them out of the contention.

*****

Tacker, Zerka and Haro were already in long leather trench coats, for ceremonial purposes only. "The xenos, what do you think of them?"

"I try not to Koel. But they did come out of nowhere when you consider that my house has a history of being wed to House Pox!"

Zerka and Haro laughed at Tacker. "House Pox was exiled before you or Caulna was born. Only when house Flayer was taken out of power, no offence meant." Haro held up his hands and smiled smugly.

"A Soul-Flayer is different from a Flesh-Flayer. Haha, by about six inches!" All sharing a good Psyker oriented joke, they decided to quite before their team member saw them in a good mood.

Orleo had shucked the protective outer suit, which incidently had the effect of shucking almost all the mud, blood, gore and muck that had accumulated. Quickly heading to his chambers and returning with the weapons for the maze, he heard the sounds of chuckling as he rounded a corner and spotted the three Psyker Bearzerkers.

"The metal suit did wonderfully, grandfather," Yassir said to Earnest who was meeting with him after the pit fight to see how it went. Easrnest cared a great deal for all of his family and cared little of whatever consequences may be imposed on him.
"Good. I was hoping that it wouldn't be too cumbersome."
"I did find that I was sweating more than anticipated. I'll wear a water pack to prevent from becoming dehydrated," Yassir assured him. Earnest smiled, patted his grandson on the shoulder, which was still armored and had a metal spike on it that impaled his hand. He watched it as it healed on itself.
"I hate it when I do that," Earnest said, rubbing his hadn. He turned and left Yassir to suiting up.

Tacker stood strait up and held out a rather large hand to Orleo. "We are in the maze together foreigner. I'll have to ask your name so that the other one doesn't turn around along with you. You know the three of us were born in the same month as Caulna, it is our birthright to be in this tournament. Why are you so special?"

An official came around the corner were this team would enter. "This round is seeking fatal blows..."

Zerka was a joker. "Ah, don't we all seek that?" His humor was much appreciated by Tacker, Haro and even the official.

"Were is the Green Sun contestant?" The official was short and stood on his toes looking for Yassir.

"My name is Orleo Yixe." He replied, "And is this tournament not to see who's the best of the best, if so When you were born should be less of an issue than What you can do."

Looking at the official, he asked, "First strike fatal, or simply fatal?"

The official laughed; apparently there were different forms of fatalities in other lands. He left, walking around the corner. Tacker's lip curled at the comment. Smart ass Foreigner.

The tournament would have continued, if the cannons and gun shots that signaled the premature beginning of this round not continued as they did. Screaming instead of cheering, Black Hive was under attack! "Better get back to your plane Orlayo, a dead noble in the Capitol is the last thing we need."

The Bearzerkers left knowing their posts in a time of siege, this, war, was their birthright as well.

Above the maze the Onyx Throne was empty, Caulna was gone and out of sight. Explosions rocked the very foundation of Black Hive as gouts of flame and smoke filled the air, a time of non stop chaos had begun, for the moment delaying the tournament...

The official laughed; apparently there were different forms of fatalities in other lands. He left, walking around the corner. Tacker's lip curled at the comment. Smart ass Foreigner.

The tournament would have continued, if the cannons and gun shots that signaled the premature beginning of this round not continued as they did. Screaming instead of cheering, Black Hive was under attack! "Better get back to your plane Orlayo, a dead noble in the Capitol is the last thing we need."

The Bearzerkers left knowing their posts in a time of siege, this, war, was their birthright as well.

Above the maze the Onyx Throne was empty, Caulna was gone and out of sight. Explosions rocked the very foundation of Black Hive as gouts of flame and smoke filled the air, a time of non stop chaos had begun, for the moment delaying the tournament...

OOC: My capitol (black hive) is now under attack from the Kraven Corporation, act how your character would, fight or flight deal. And Caulna may die (that WOULD suck) as 600,000 capitol police are killing indiscriminately.

OOC: My capitol (black hive) is now under attack from the Kraven Corporation, act how your character would, fight or flight deal. And Caulna may die (that WOULD suck) as 600,000 capitol police are killing indiscriminately.
ooc: Link to thread?

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=458625

Orleo dashed back to his room, and pulled a tac-T and pistol, as well as a combat knife, a wicked eleven inch blade. He wondered what in the blue hell was happening as he heard gunfire and smelt smoke.

OOC: (Bump this that/chika-chika oh yeah/im gonna bump bump bump!)

OOC: (Bump this that/chika-chika oh yeah/im gonna bump bump bump!)
ooc: Directed at me or GS?

ooc: umm... niether really just trying to be creative....

Yassir and Earnest both heard teh gunfire from outside and teh screams. Both having highly praised military careers, they were ready for anything. Earnest slipped out a combat knife he kept on his at all times. If he wan't allowed to have one, he usually kept it under his skin, which was very painful, but it was usually removed and healed after the search. Yassir's armor and weapons were enough until he got body armor and a gun. Earnest led the way, being impervious to bullets that weren't laced with Adamantium. They found their way to Yassir's would-be teamates.
"What the hell is going on?" Yassir asked.
Earnest listened into his earpiece.
"The Kraven Corporation, it seems, wants to lose all of it money," Earnest said.
"You've been talking with the Forge Force?" Yassir asked. Earnest nodded.
"Our latest gadget. A fake hearing aid. Doubles as a walkie-talkie. Lasts for hours, too."
"Nifty. Tell them to suit up, I smell a declaration of war coming," Yassir said to Earnest. Yassir turned to Orleo.
"Just so you know, if it came to blows with you, Orleo, I wouldn't let you die. I wouldn't be able to live knowing one of my allies was killed by my own hand. But I know it would be an honor to fight with you. But it seems right now I'll have to fight alongside you for the time being. Are you up for it?"

"Relative, I think you may be mistaken, but yes, I'm up for it." He replied as he returned from his room with the gear he'd gotten.

ooc: Just so you know, Orleo isn't related(Except insanely distantly) to the royal family of Theao(About the same level as an average citizen)

OOC: Edited
IC:
"Alright. I only have my melee weapons right now, but I'll pick up a gun as we go. Earnest and I need to get to the Airport so we can call in reinforcements to this position. The Forge Force will help us out when we get there."

"So you can't contact them from here?" Orleo asked, "Even if you get access to a phone or something similar?"

"We would need a secure channel, which Green Bird has. We can't risk it, the Forge Force communication relay stations are secret."

"It's also far more dangerous." Orleo commented, "How good are either of you with a pistol?" He directed the question at Earnest and Yassir.

They both stared at him with a look saying, "Are you serious?"
Yassir nodded.
"We're both top marksmen."

"Which is better?" He asked

Yassir and Earnest looked at each other and Earnest looked at Yassir's armor. They nodded.
"I have about two hundred years experience with firearms, so I'd say I would be," Earnest said to Orleo.

"Then here, you may be able to put this to better use than I can." Orleo said as he passed over the pistol to Earnest, "Thought it's likely you've never seen one quite like this."

"I've seen more than you can't even imagine, boy," Earnest replied, taking the pistol."

"Trust me, you ain't seen nothing like this one." Orleo replied

ooc: last post/night

"Well, we'll just have to see that for ourselves, now aren't we?"

PESTs and Bearzerker military personal were swarming over Black Hive, the reinforcements from all over Ash Wastes were still arriving, the total military forces in Black Hive were 903,500.

A Tank Buster Squad of PESTs were running by nearly abandoned arena, sent by Caulna when she was taken away so suddenly. The squad leader was in fact Tacker Obsidian. He had been met by his team and geared up quickly going to were he had last seen Orleo. "Orayo! Foreigner! We've got armor and weapons for you and it would be great if you can take them off our hands because it's kinda weighing us down!"

OOC: Rough, rough rough rough Black Hive sketch.http://darkling25.tripod.com/imagelib/sitebuilder/misc/show_image.html?linkedwidth=560&linkpath=http://darkling25.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/bh.jpg&target=tlx_new

"Well, what you say, want some gear?" He asked the two Green Sun royals. Calling back to Tacker, he replied, "Thank, thought these two have more need of armour and weapons." He tapped the tac-T and held up the pistol that he was carrying.

Official Statement: Psyker Bearzerkers

With the population of Psyker Bearzerkers rising over 400 million, enough of the population is of age to join the military. Due to the evident danger in Psyker Bearzerkers, a draft is taking place to raise the total fighting forces able to be deployed by PB in this time of war to 4 million.

Along with the recently arrived 50,000 troops from Kahanistan and the other 50,000 that will arrive with the Kahanistan XIII Corps, we ask that all non combatants take the safest approach possible and leave the fighting to the military and police forces.

Grand Bearzerker
Caulna Pox

By orders of Caulna Pox, the drafts will be from the Provinces of; Strigi, Kurze and Ice Cap.


The message had been sent to all the Provinces of Psyker Bearzerkers, the total PB forces in Black Hive alone would number 1 million, when the Thorn Depot Forces arrived.

Trained forces were being flown in by VTOL, the draft units would be trained and if in the most dire straits needed, would be sent to Black Hive. The Kraven menace must in all ways be eradicated. And only when the last Capitol Police Trooper was slaughtered would Psyker Bearzerkers rest easier knowing that Kraven would never send more units to PB when it was slowly loosing a battle against AMF.

*****



Tacker brought a duffle bag of; body armor, rifles, pistols, munitions and grenades, Tacker himself was carrying a rocket launcher, for firing the armor piercing rocket that were being fired at Kraven armor and APCs.

"I should be good, but do you have any 9mm Para or Luger rounds in that bag?" Orleo asked, as he already had body armour, thought limited to torso and upper arm armour and a rather interesting pistol with even more interesting ammo.

Yassir discarded his armor and grabbed body armor, a helmet, a few grenades, extra ammo, and a sidearm. he picked up one of the automatic rifles and studied it. Wasn't a Green Sun rifle, but it would do.

Earnest chose a few grenades and a couple sidearms, but left the rifle.
"If they're fast enough to dodge my bullets, they deserve to get away," he explained. He looked at the Rocket Launcher and said,
"I can put that to better use than you can. I'm carrying less and I have practical experience with them."

"I won't argue with experience," Tacker gladly handed over the rocket launcher, instead grabbing his preferred heavy machine gun. "Need a guide to the airport of are you linked up your Forge Force? And if my information is correct armor and three battalions of GS troops are on their way?"

The Kraven HE C12 destroyed a nearby building, with enough force that it heavily damaged the arena and brought a whole section of seats crashing down onto vehicles and crying children.

Tacker ducked his head from debris and smoke. "Following your own scent or would you still like a guide?" Tacker smiled lovingly as stroked 'Sheila' as he loaded the belt of heavy caliber rounds through her.

"Yeah, show us the way," Earnest said, shouldering the rocket launcher and the ammo. They ran down teh streets, ducking and dodging fighting as best they could. Yassir showed his skill as a markman by taking out several Kraven soldiers, only missing one shot. As they passed a Kraven tank, earnest found a good hiding spot and shouted to the tank,
"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND'S FRIEND!"
as teh rocket streamed towards teh tank and destroyed the turret and the tank itself.

Orleo was nowhere in the same class as Earnest or Yassir when it came to firearms, but with his pistol it didn't matter that much. Thanks to a revolutionary 'double-tap' round, each bullet was the equivelent of a mini-grenade and because of this, frequently near-misses weren't.

Tacker's orange eyes were burning read now, firing Sheila continuasly with an almost precognative notion as to were to find targets. Under goggles and gas masks the PESTs screamed in furry at the Kraven troops.

"We need to head north if you want to get to your bird!"

"Let's go, then!" Yassir said and he headed north at an intersection. Earnest shouldered the Rocket Launcher and followed, firing a couple rouds, taking down two Kraven soldiers. He flet a bullet hit him in the chest, making a hole in his shirt, but having no effect on him at all.

OOC:
New thread for the streamlining if the story.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=460701

OOC:
New thread for the streamlining if the story.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=460701
ooc: Is that just showing the link between the two, serving as the ooc thread or where both threads are suppose to move to?

Thats were all new posts are moving to.