NationStates Jolt Archive

There was a tradition amongst the Klingtonian people that dated back since the beginning of the creation of the Klingtonian Tribes. Every year warriors from all over the world would gather in one little spot, one tiny battlefield, to compete to see who was the greatest warrior of them all. Many died during these tournaments, but they all died with honor and glory…

For Centuries the Kusanagi Tournaments were closed only to the Klingtonian people. But as the Klingtonian Empire grows greater and greater and more friendly with outside nations, many of the participants craved to see what the rest of the Universe was made of.

And so, it was done…

Warriors of the Galaxy! The BIGGEST tournament in galactic history is about to take place!
Any one with past Battle experience are invited! If your good at/with blasters, lightsabers, martial arts (boxing), fencing, hammers, axes, vibroblades, or any other credible weapon, please come on down to the Planet of Phoenix, the Klingtonian Home Planet! This tournament is semi-lethal so make sure you bring your guts as well!

The Rules Are simple!
1. You must wait for the ‘GO’ call to start.
2. If you fall out of the ring your disqualified.
3. If you defeat/kill your opponent you win!

Commonly Asked Questions:
Must I Kill my Opponent to win?
No, you do not need to kill your opponent to win, if you are able to knock your opponent out of bounds you can win without killing your opponent.. This shouldn’t be too difficult, because if you knock your opponent out, you can simply throw him out of the ring.

Are there weapon classes?
No there are none, every weapon versus every weapon. So, it is suggested that you bring some extra armor or items to help you put up the best fight you can against a stronger weapon. For example, If you’re a boxer, it could be suggested that you bring some spiked knuckles with you and possibly some deflective bracers for deflecting blaster fire and lightsabers/vibroswords. There will be quite a many merchants gathering around the tournament to try and sell various things, since this is a popular event. Many of them carry weaponry, so if you do not possess any of these things, you may browse for them there.

The Klingtonian People Hope to see you there!
*A long line of co-ords and directions follow the message. It says to head to the Klingtonian Palace.*


And so the greatest tournament in the galaxy had begun…

OOC:
I answered most of the questions in the above. But there is one thing I’d like to address. If your putting your main character in this tournament or thinking about it, and he IS NOT EXPENDABLE. Either tell the person your going to fight, that if you lose you would want to be pushed out of the ring, or you can say that while it appeared he was dead, he recovered from his injury and is fine. (I.E. If you get stabbed with a lightsaber and it looks like you’re character is going to die, you can just say, “He was rushed to the hospital and is now fine… blah blah blah.”) ALSO if your going to bring a fighter that uses outdated weaponry/fists make sure he is pretty good and has the items available to help him go up against blasters and etc.

OH YEAH! This is generally an FT RP, if you haven’t already figured that out. But MT nations can RP this as this is mostly a character RP and not a nation RP.

That’s it. Start off you posts with your arrival and you reaching the Klingtonian palace.

OOC: Oh Almost forgot. The Tournament grounds will look like this:
http://dragonballu.telefragged.com/imagesection/maps/full/Cell4640.gif
(Ignore that dude floating in the air.)
The Ring will be pretty big so you can move around and the like.

Sensei Lenina Zhao landed on Klington and got out of her Gagarin shuttle, parking it in the designated area and arriving at the Klingtonian palace. She approached the fight with some trepidation and anxious energy, but some comfort in knowing her lightsaber and lightsaber-based Shaolin Spade would keep her solvent. That, and a shield steel suit she was given for the contest, specially modified by the Academy on Mars.

The head of the Acolytes, Junko Tadanobu wanted her to represent the People's Acolytes in this competition. She reasoned that they would be more respected in the universe if an Acolyte performed reasonably well in these bouts. But Junko herself was busy with the War on Huntaer. And she had men exploring the Frontiers around New Wuhan. So, she searched around, looking for volunteers. Eventually, she found in Zhao a person who had good weapons skills and the stamina needed to fight that was not busied training Novitiates or prepping for Lincoln Brigade duty. Besides, Zhao had that "Rocky" factor. She was an unknown, but a good one that seemed hungry for a challenge.

So it was that Zhao trained for several weeks, and then got her custom suit made. Acolyte custom normally fought with as little armor as possible, but this demanded some changes in custom. The custom suit was made as a result.

But, enough backstory. Anyway, Lenina walked into the Palace, and looked about for where to register for this Tournament....

Sensei Lenina Zhao landed on Klington and got out of her Gagarin shuttle, parking it in the designated area and arriving at the Klingtonian palace. She approached the fight with some trepidation and anxious energy, but some comfort in knowing her lightsaber and lightsaber-based Shaolin Spade would keep her solvent. That, and a shield steel suit she was given for the contest, specially modified by the Academy on Mars.

The head of the Acolytes, Junko Tadanobu wanted her to represent the People's Acolytes in this competition. She reasoned that they would be more respected in the universe if an Acolyte performed reasonably well in these bouts. But Junko herself was busy with the War on Huntaer. And she had men exploring the Frontiers around New Wuhan. So, she searched around, looking for volunteers. Eventually, she found in Zhao a person who had good weapons skills and the stamina needed to fight that was not busied training Novitiates or prepping for Lincoln Brigade duty. Besides, Zhao had that "Rocky" factor. She was an unknown, but a good one that seemed hungry for a challenge.

So it was that Zhao trained for several weeks, and then got her custom suit made. Acolyte custom normally fought with as little armor as possible, but this demanded some changes in custom. The custom suit was made as a result.

But, enough backstory. Anyway, Lenina walked into the Palace, and looked about for where to register for this Tournament....

Numerous Registration desks were placed throughout the Palace Courtyard. Each desk had an immensly long line behind it with quite a many people signing up to be a part of the fight. After a long while in line Sensei Zhao reached the desk...

After she signed up, she recieved a card from the man at the desk...
The Card said:
Name: Sensei Lenina Zhao
Hotel: Aquatica
Address: 123464 Tharing Street

"That'll help you get a room at the hotel here in Klington. Please proceed to that address and give it to the clerk, you will then recieve the keys to your room. Tommorrow the tournament will start, be here at 9:00. Good Luck." The man said.

OOC: After/Before you register make sure you give me a little character profile, just for reference.

After she signed up, she recieved a card from the man at the desk...
The Card said:
Name: Sensei Lenina Zhao
Hotel: Aquatica
Address: 123464 Tharing Street


Lenina bowed and said to the man, "Thanks." She looked at the card, flipped it back to front, and smiled. This was her confirmation. She was SO in.

She then decided to go to the address marked, like the man told her. She jogged to the address and then walked up to the desk, giving the card to the clerk, saying, "Excuse me, I'm here for the tournament....the man at the desk told me to give this to you."

Lenina bowed and said to the man, "Thanks." She looked at the card, flipped it back to front, and smiled. This was her confirmation. She was SO in.

She then decided to go to the address marked, like the man told her. She jogged to the address and then walked up to the desk, giving the card to the clerk, saying, "Excuse me, I'm here for the tournament....the man at the desk told me to give this to you."

"Here our your keys madame." The Clerk Said as he handed her a keycard, "Your room is on floor 43, Enjoy your stay."

The arrival of a single Godulan transport over the Klingtonian capitol world of Phoenix was never something that caught much attention or interest. The Godulans knew full well the location of the world, as it was technically one of the Godulan systems before it was ceded to the Klingtonians as a place to make their new beginnings after the agonies inflicted by the Galactic Empire upon their original homeworld.

Truth be told though, the Godulans never felt much of a loss with the issue. The world was habitable, this was true, and even a desirable place to live in, but for some reason the Godulans had an issue with living on decent planets.

Idyllic planets don't build character, dammit.

The transport flew above the storm wracked southern hemisphere on approach to the equatorial regions, whereupon the most amusing of the local features came into view, if only the very tips.

Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of really big glowing mushrooms. They dominated the surface of the planet right up to the tropics, where they gave way to an endless sea covering a freaky organic sludge made up of various bacteria and the decaying remnants of dead shrooms. Oddly enough the arrival of Klingtonian settlers had caused the shrooms to thrive, despite the fact that most Klingtonian cities were really just big baseplates latched onto the massive stalks, decorated to taste. One could hardly tell that the city-plates were even artificial. Parks and forests covered as many plates as not.

In any event, it was the largest of these city-plates that the Transport approached, the one playing host to Setton Vonnix's Palacial grounds. It was of course the most well appointed of the lot and thereby ridiculously hard to miss amongst the colossal stalks.

The transport landed outside the palace and opened its bay doors without much fanfare or noise (long boring lead in to such a short entry, eh?), and a single massive robed figure floated out from the boarding ramp.

Like a veritable ghost, it floated along up to the rather conspicuously placed registration desks and placed a card before the registrar when his spot in line came.

My Name Is Kelvin Majestatus, Adjutant General, Godulan M'Lekk'Torr Special Forces. I would like to register into this tournament for no discernible reason.

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Kelvin Majestatus is... well... interesting... he used to be force sensitive, though he has since lost his abilities in that area due to psychological and physiological tampering. What has been done to him, however, has made him stronger, faster, much more dangerous, and just a tiny bit insane.

Lenina then nodded, thanked the clerk, and then got on the elevator to go to Floor 43. She then entered her room and unpacked her things. Looking at the room, she smiled and said, "Nice...."

Then, putting her things down, she then looked about, and found the minibar. She then said, "Coach said no booze. Ruins the concentration," and closed the minibar upon inspecting it and finding the goodies inside.

She then put her things in order, and then proceeded to perform practice swings with a wooden sword, taking care not to hit the ceiling.

OOC: Profile- Lenina Zhao (25)- Born in New York City in Brooklyn's Chinese neighboorhood, Lenina was the daughter of Chinese immigrants to the city. She did okay in school, being a B student. Working a series of grocery jobs as a youth, she was drawn first to ballet, then to martial arts after watching Chuck Norris at a martial arts exhibition at Mohegan Sun with a friend. She then first studied fencing, but then settled on judo. She was called to the People's Acolytes at 23, interested in the opportunity to wield a lightsaber and further her training. Like all Acolytes, she is skilled at the use of a lightsaber (iyado, kendo, and fencing), the locally made Shaolin Spade (modified with lightsaber-based addditions), and judo. She is slightly ambitious, coming out of a relatively tough neighboorhood, and was regarded by her members as having excellent stamina and strength. She is 5' 9", 160lbs.

Name: Chainer, Dementia Master
Age: 743
Weapon of Choice: Chain, with attached Mirari, or Spear, also with attached Mirari.
From: Dorne, a province on Tarsonis largest continent.

IC:

Chainer arrived at the destination detailed in the coordinates in a simple black fog, steeping out of a cloud at grond level, leaving an inky smear on the ground as his portal dissipated.

OOC: I don't feel like responding to a bunch of posts the same thing over and over again. Just go the registration desk, register, get your card telling you what hotel to go and then wait. I'll announce when the tournament is gonna start. But until then just wait, I need a few more people to join in.

OOC: Offensive powers banned? Like force powers or psionics? <tag for later post>

OOC: Offensive powers banned? Like force powers or psionics? <tag for later post>

OOC: Nope. Looks to me like their will be alot of that.

OOC: Most interesting. <TAG> while I decide which nation (and, of course, character) to use.

Warlord Dejikas slowly pulled on his traveling cloak and slowly walked down the halls of Fogel, the Flaming Palace. Built within the largest volcano within Zeres, it has served him for centuries as an impregnable palace against his enemies. Surely it would be around by the time he returned, and as he passed the pillars and soldiers, an aged looking advisor walked in front of the half-Kabal warrior.

"Sir, are you sure you should be doing this? The tournament might be dangerous..." The weary Cartherai said, looking down at the floor as he broke into a palace, "Perhaps you could send a warrior in your stead? General Kas might launch an attack at any day now..."

"Hah... He would surely fall before you all then. Try to leave some for me! Alright men?!" He shouted charismatically, quickly whipping out a mammoth sword into the air as fire leapt from his body and swirled around it, "Never forget the history of this place! I have kept this palace under my control for nearly two hundred years, and I plan to keep it in my control until long after the final stars have burnt out."

Everyone nodded silently as he slowly walked into through a large set of doors leading through the palace to his hangar, built into the very base of the volcano itself. On his way there, he passed his wives and three dozen children, all of which were girls, as he had made sure long ago that no sons ever jeopardized his power structure. He viewed most young men as greedy or power-hungry, just as he was, so it was safer to have only daughters born to his wives, and so far thanks to genetics he had not had to dispose of any males personally. Though lately a few of his more militant daughters did seem a bit more power-hungry than they should be, once he won this off-world tournmanent it would more or less stop any plans they had...

"Good luck daddy!" One of the youngest girls shouted down the halls, waving a stuffed sandworm at him.

"Goodbye Rena, tell anyone I missed that I'll be back soon!" He said with an already victorious smile, as the little girl quickly rushed down the halls to tell everyone what he said, "Ah, the loyalty of youth..."

Hours later, after getting the Phoenix (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/R-typefighter.jpg) fuled and readied, Dejikas immediately took off skyward with a small crew of two, kept cryogenically frozen in the back while he laid in the front, attached to the controls. He would arrive within hours, and automated messages pertaining to his arrival would also be sent once he was out of range of the Zeres System.

---Message From Warlord Dejikas to Kusanagi Tournament---
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/RedCrescent.jpg

Greetings from the Master of Infernos!

This is Warlord Dejikas, and I would like to have accomodations prepared for my arrival at the end of the day. I have only the greatest respect for all armed and unarmed tournmanents, along with psionic tournaments back in my home Zeres System. Seeing as there are currently no decent challenges due to a war currently going on, I have been forced to look elsewhere, eventually coming upon this glorious medium of combat. If you would allow me, I would like to come accompanied by two servants.

Any charges can be directly taken from my personal account on Kraite.

Forever looking for the next challenge,
Warlord Dejikas

_____________Character Bio________________
Name: Dejikas
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Kabal; Half-Cartherai
Age: 397 (Appears to be in his mid 20s)
Origin: Zeres System, Planet Kraite
Height: 6'5
Weight: 240 lbs
Picture: Here (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/Newstuff.jpg)

Fighting Style: Warlord Dejikas uses an altered form of Zwei Fulle, a combat style focussing on depriving his opponent of their senses. It is altered in that, he has incorporated a longspear and sword into the use of these techniques, and is also capable of coupling this with his own pyrokinesis. In the way of defense, he has numerous exctremely dense forceplates scattered randomly over his vital areas. The downsides to this are that the armour he wears weighs him down considerably, making him not very mobile. Thankfully this is remedied by the ability to immediately remove them, which essentially destroys his only way to protect himself. Another problem is the fact that his weapons, though capable of taking a handful of lightsaber strikes due to intense energy being created, are easily broken by such weapons. The third is the fact that pyrokinesis is more or less mentally draining if he attempts to sustain it for too long, especially while in his armour.

Warlord Dejikas slowly pulled on his traveling cloak and slowly walked down the halls of Fogel, the Flaming Palace. Built within the largest volcano within Zeres, it has served him for centuries as an impregnable palace against his enemies. Surely it would be around by the time he returned, and as he passed the pillars and soldiers, an aged looking advisor walked in front of the half-Kabal warrior.

"Sir, are you sure you should be doing this? The tournament might be dangerous..." The weary Cartherai said, looking down at the floor as he broke into a palace, "Perhaps you could send a warrior in your stead? General Kas might launch an attack at any day now..."

"Hah... He would surely fall before you all then. Try to leave some for me! Alright men?!" He shouted charismatically, quickly whipping out a mammoth sword into the air as fire leapt from his body and swirled around it, "Never forget the history of this place! I have kept this palace under my control for nearly two hundred years, and I plan to keep it in my control until long after the final stars have burnt out."

Everyone nodded silently as he slowly walked into through a large set of doors leading through the palace to his hangar, built into the very base of the volcano itself. On his way there, he passed his wives and three dozen children, all of which were girls, as he had made sure long ago that no sons ever jeopardized his power structure. He viewed most young men as greedy or power-hungry, just as he was, so it was safer to have only daughters born to his wives, and so far thanks to genetics he had not had to dispose of any males personally. Though lately a few of his more militant daughters did seem a bit more power-hungry than they should be, once he won this off-world tournmanent it would more or less stop any plans they had...

"Good luck daddy!" One of the youngest girls shouted down the halls, waving a stuffed sandworm at him.

"Goodbye Rena, tell anyone I missed that I'll be back soon!" He said with an already victorious smile, as the little girl quickly rushed down the halls to tell everyone what he said, "Ah, the loyalty of youth..."

Hours later, after getting the Phoenix (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/R-typefighter.jpg) fuled and readied, Dejikas immediately took off skyward with a small crew of two, kept cryogenically frozen in the back while he laid in the front, attached to the controls. He would arrive within hours, and automated messages pertaining to his arrival would also be sent once he was out of range of the Zeres System.

---Message From Warlord Dejikas to Kusanagi Tournament---
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/RedCrescent.jpg

Greetings from the Master of Infernos!

This is Warlord Dejikas, and I would like to have accomodations prepared for my arrival at the end of the day. I have only the greatest respect for all armed and unarmed tournmanents, along with psionic tournaments back in my home Zeres System. Seeing as there are currently no decent challenges due to a war currently going on, I have been forced to look elsewhere, eventually coming upon this glorious medium of combat. If you would allow me, I would like to come accompanied by two servants.

Any charges can be directly taken from my personal account on Kraite.

Forever looking for the next challenge,
Warlord Dejikas

_____________Character Bio________________
Name: Dejikas
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Kabal; Half-Cartherai
Age: 397 (Appears to be in his mid 20s)
Origin: Zeres System, Planet Kraite
Height: 6'5
Weight: 240 lbs
Picture: Here (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/Newstuff.jpg)

Fighting Style: Warlord Dejikas uses an altered form of Zwei Fulle, a combat style focussing on depriving his opponent of their senses. It is altered in that, he has incorporated a longspear and sword into the use of these techniques, and is also capable of coupling this with his own pyrokinesis. In the way of defense, he has numerous exctremely dense forceplates scattered randomly over his vital areas. The downsides to this are that the armour he wears weighs him down considerably, making him not very mobile. Thankfully this is remedied by the ability to immediately remove them, which essentially destroys his only way to protect himself. Another problem is the fact that his weapons, though capable of taking a handful of lightsaber strikes due to intense energy being created, are easily broken by such weapons. The third is the fact that pyrokinesis is more or less mentally draining if he attempts to sustain it for too long, especially while in his armour.


Very well.. Welcome to the Tournament! Please head to the Klingtonian palace and find a registration desk in the main court yard, as you have already registered, all you would need to do is to pick up your Accomdations card. Thank you and Good Luck.

OOC: No interaction required from here on, just wait for a bit longer, I wanna see if we can get a few more participants.

OOC: Would a very powerful character with abilities that are limited by the situation by acceptable? In a contest like this, his basic capabilities in any fight would be on the same general level as his opponent's.

OOC: Would a very powerful character with abilities that are limited by the situation by acceptable? In a contest like this, his basic capabilities in any fight would be on the same general level as his opponent's.
OOC:
Uh sure

OOC:
Oh and one more OOC rule that I think deserves a special mention. If the winner of the match can't be decided ICly. It will be decided by a game of chance. Basically, I would think of a number between 1-10 and have the two RPers guess it and send it to me through AIM/MSN/or NS telegram, and then whoever is the closest would win the battle. But lets hope to keep this to only really desperate situations where the characters are really close. I'd rather have the battles decided through RP ability.

OOC: Too bad I can't use Marduk in this... I'll probably join in with a Glitter Boy, expect a post from me sometime tommorrow. Unless, of course, you don't have objections to Marduk? :p

OOC: Too bad I can't use Marduk in this... I'll probably join in with a Glitter Boy, expect a post from me sometime tommorrow. Unless, of course, you don't have objections to Marduk? :p

OOC: Sorry don't follow too many outside RP's, so whos Marduk?

Sentient suit of power armor. Technical designation is "Planetary Domination Armor." Think battleship grade armor and weapons in a two meter frame.

Sentient suit of power armor. Technical designation is "Planetary Domination Armor." Think battleship grade armor and weapons in a two meter frame.

OOC: Sure, I'd just ask you tone down the weaponry a bit, I don't want like intense missile fire and laser fire going everywhere, it would destroy the stadium...

OOC: Oh yeah and you can enter in Glitter boy if you want as well, you can enter in as many participants as you like.

OOC: Mind if I use this as a way to run my prototype combat droid (planning to make this unit a repeat character in my RP's (as long as the head survives, I'm fine)) through its paces and put it through a trial-by-fire?

Info on the droid can be found here (http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=1009) (don't know if you have to be registered to see the thread or not).

OOC: Mind if I use this as a way to run my prototype combat droid (planning to make this unit a repeat character in my RP's (as long as the head survives, I'm fine)) through its paces and put it through a trial-by-fire?

Info on the droid can be found here (http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=1009) (don't know if you have to be registered to see the thread or not).

OOC:
That's fine, I was thinking about putting in a droid meself.

A black-clad figure, quite unremarkable in appearance, waited patiently in one of the many lines. Reaching the front, he signed up under the name 'Jalt Varyd'... and promptly vanished.

OOC:
Name: Jalt Varyd
Physical appeareance: Slender, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. About 5'10" tall. He looks more like a scholar than a warrior.
Race: Unknown, seemingly human.
Origin: A country known only as The Island, on the obscure world of Ortelu.

Jalt is the Islander King's foremost agent, the leader of Varyd Dolzin, an advisor to the throne of Dar-Kavryn, and something of a legend in a number of other places.

OOC: Oh yeah and you can enter in Glitter boy if you want as well, you can enter in as many participants as you like.
OOC: Ooh, in that case, three coming as soon as I have a chance to write up a post for 'em.

OOC: Cool. My droid's basically got the same abilities as Greivous did in cannon (looks the same too), but only with a few custom alterations to make it more true to my nation and won't be considered a godmod when I use them on a combat scale. Check the thread I linked to in previous post for more info.

IC: Alteran Star System - Balance Point - Golan III Space Defence Platform - Shuttle Bay

A figure hidden inside a hooded black cloak strode into the shuttle that the SeaQuestian government had 'borrowed' from Ferengi Consortium for this event. Two other SeaQuestians, a Furling and an Alteran, followed the cloaked figure into the shuttle. Several dock workers moved several crates into the shuttle's cargo area.

After the cargo had been stowed and the hatches secured, the brownish-orange, the standard Ferengi Consortium ship color, shuttle lifted off from the deck and darted out through the forcefield keeping the Bay pressurized.

Exterior

The Ferengi shuttle flashed into warp speed on a course for the Hyperspace Jump Gate outside the Alteran star system's Oort Cloud.

Later...

The shuttle dropped to sublight and dove into the swirling vortex of the activated Jump Gate en route to the planet Klington was holding the Tournament on.

Five Days Later...

After routing through various Jump Gates and wormholes, the shuttle arrived in orbit of the Klington planet. It dropped down into an approach vector through the planet's atmosphere, letting the shields take the brunt of the plasma created during entry.

Later...

The shuttle touched down outside the building where contestants where registering for the Tournament. The cloaked figure stepped out first followed soon after by the Alteran and the Furling. The Furling went to help the Ferengi pilot and the ground crew remove the cargo from the shuttle. The Alteran followed the hooded figure inside where the hooded figure signed up under the name of "Grave 2.0" while the Alteran kept an eye out to make sure no curious passers-by tried to get a peek of the SeaQuestian contestant ahead of schedule. After they got the room assigned, the duo went back outside to inform the Furling of their destination. The Furling walked away so he could arrange for the cargo to be transported to their assigned quarters. As the trio departed for their room, the Ferengi shuttle pilot took the shuttle to a place where it could be stored for the duration of their stay.

OOC: Just realized, this is kind of like a Mortal Kombat deal, right?
Oh, and the Ferengi pilot will probably be in the stands (he is one of F.C.'s pop, not mine. I just use Furlings, Draconians, and Alterans as my three species for my nation).

A man in a black armored suit calmly walked in. He signed his name in Arabic.

Character Bio:
Name: CLASSIFIED
Nom de guerre: Al-Qasan
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 27
Origin: Kineret, moon of gas giant Shalaam in the Capella system
Height: 5'4
Weight: 160 lbs

Al-Qasan is a member of the most elite soldiers in the Shalaaman military - the Hashishin. They are commandos and assassins, and their names are classified. On the battlefield, they will evade enemy patrols and eliminate commanding officers.

Weapons:
Nanosteel sword
Particle rifle
Grav grenades

Armor:
Lunar Combat Suit - looks like this (http://nsc.natick.army.mil/media/photo/ffw/fwc1_lg.jpg), but a bigger gun, and a gravity jetpack on his back. The LCS is actually the descendent of the Future Warrior concept.

Combat Style:
Depends on his foe. This guy has limited flight capability, and he is a highly-trained soldier.

OOC: Sure, I'd just ask you tone down the weaponry a bit, I don't want like intense missile fire and laser fire going everywhere, it would destroy the stadium...
OOC: Really? Fun. OK, will refrain from using the nukes and hellbore.

IC:

--QUETZAL CORE ONLINE
--UNIT: MARDUK ACCESSED
--UPLOADING AI "ID"
--ACTIVATING UNIT: MARDUK
--UNIT: MARDUK ONLINE
--UNIT: JACTA ALEA EST ONLINE

In the depths of interstellar space, the Jacta Alea Est slowly powered up, it's sleek two hundred meter length drifting silently through the black. Signals coursed through its frame, the two stasis cells aboard now disabled. The Necroscope in the first wove the Mobius equations, opening the door to the Continuum, pulling the ship into orbit of Phoenix. Descending through the atmosphere, it touched down, it's boarding ramp lowered.

Almost lazily, the skull-faced form of Marduk walked forth, his perpetual grin mirroring Id's feelings. A fight was coming, and it looked to be quite entertaining...

OOC:

The end result of Project God's Own Suit, Marduk is the pinnacle of modern powered armor evolution. Featuring the latest advances in power systems, miniaturization, armor systems, and weaponry, Marduk has been designed to be the ultimate killing machine. Along with her sister suits Kaltarak and Tiamat, Marduk is designed to be impervious to most planetary-based weaponry. Unlike the two other GOS projects, Marduk does not usually bear a pilot, instead relying on direct AI control from QUETZAL. This allows Marduk unparalleled mobility, as there is no pilot to protect from excessive G-forces.

Class: Planetary Domination Battle Armor

Model: PDB-130

Designation: MARDUK

Height: 2 meters

Mass: 150,000 kg

Armor Composition: 2 mm memory plastic seal, 3mm ruthenium alloy plating, 8 mm singularity forged steel, 3mm smart fabric coushioning. Cortosis treatment, nanite sheath.

Shielding Capabilities: Rhunate Accumulator shields, Otagian mirror shields, plasma sheath, inertial barriers, Rhunate singularity shields, PSY shields, optional compartment for Yslamiri (currently occupied)

Sensory Capabilites: Touch, scent, taste neurolinked to surface of armor, allowing full sensory capabilities. Full-Spectrum, Warp, Gravitic, STC, PSY, and Ultrasonic vision modes built into armor. The entire skin of the suit acts as a optical sensor. Also included are flash, tactile, audio, scent and taste compensators.

Armaments: Plasma sheath w/precision directional pulse controls, micro-singularity generator (AKA "Popper"), wrist mounted retractable power blades, retractable joint power blades, micro-missile launchers, assorted hand-held heavy weapons (includes Hellbore cannon, ...

Integral Systems: PSY enhancement module, gravitic positioning system, full com-tac system, full comm suite, full gravitics suite (prevents suit from falling to core of planet due to density, and allows "flight" capabilities at up to C.

Power source: one Zero Point Energy module

OOC: Room for one more? I'd be enterring Prince Heinrich of Rhunholm. He's basically my baby for the plotline of my nation, and also wears one of the other two existing PDBA suits that Otagia was showing off. The third is in the possession of Anikar (Arizona Nova), but I doubt she'd be interested in showing off. Profile is as follows...

Heinrich was selected for the Warrior caste at a remarkably young age, and rose through the ranks at an almost unheard of speed. He tested incredibly highly for both telepathic and telekinetic (type N) potential, and showed remarkable aptitude in the entire range of training sims. Having tested so well, he was gifted with the patronage of the Chaos Lord Arioch, one of the most powerful demons of the Chaos pantheon. His latest command was the ARS Excruciator, a Glaive Cruiser. While on a routine mission to inspect an Otagian quarantine at ORS-1421, he came into contact with an aggressive xeno lifeform, now classified as Wamphyri. Though he destroyed the Wamphyri, he was left mortally wounded, and was extracted to his ship in orbit. He was not seen again in Rhun space for four years. When he returned, he was in possession of the experimental Tiamat-class power armor (see project GoS). He proceded to carve a swath of destruction through Rhun space, and out into neutral territories. His current location is unknown.

It is believed that Heinrich contracted an alien parasite from the Wamphyri that he destroyed, which has severley altered his system. He has not only grown to the height of 5.4 meters (normal rhuns are 3.2 meters tall on average in the Warrior caste), but as also gained a large degree of metamorphic control over his body. He is capable of reshaping his flesh to an alarming degree, even being able to mimic a humanoid form for short periods of time (he finds the severe compression uncomfortable). The most alarming change the xenomorph has wrought however, is the marked increase in Heinrich's psionic capabilities. All Rhuns possess telepathy and telekenisis to a small degree, but Heinrich's abilities have been magnified exponentially. Formerly only able to communicate with his own species, and 'kine objects no larger than subatomic particles, he has now shown the ability to read the surface thoughts of others, and shows significant telekinetic control over his environment.

Heinrich was recently captured by a team of bounty hunters and mercenaries, including Inquisitor Ezekial of Chronosia and Jason Marlin, and is en route to be delivered to the Arbiter of Ald Rhun.

Naturally, I'd be skipping around in my nations history a bit to fit him in, but since he's been unaccounted for for long periods of time, and technically at least 50 years NS time should have passed since he was captured, I think it's fair enough to do so...

"Sir," the sergeant began as Maximillian Foster demonstrated a strangely uncharacteristic serenity as he practiced his tai-chi, "I feel it necessary to inform you that Kelvin Majestatus is among the 'participants'"

"Well, ain't that interesting. After all the time we kept him training he's finally gone and decided to do something on his own again. Should make things interesting to say the least. Any word on other participants?"

"None so far, but I'll try to get the information as it becomes available."

"See that you do."

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Another Godulan Transport filtered its way onto the palacial city plate, and from the boarding ramp, unlike the stealthy glide Kelvin had shown earlier, the ground itself reverberated with the sheer force of Maximillian's footsteps. Maximillian elbowed his way through the line, casting hungry glares in the direction of all who were in his way and sending more than a couple into fits of shivers.

At the sign up desk, he thudded his strangely-veined hand onto the table and leaned forward.

"Gimme a card."

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Name: Prefect Maximillian Foster (Big Maxie), Phage of Life
Gender: Male
Race: Human SoulTaker Vampire
Age: 100,000+
Height: 7 feet
Weight: 550 lbs
Weapons/Armor: Unarmed, Telekinesis
Combat Style: Style? Who gives a crap about style?!

Maximillian Foster is big, bad, constantly hungry, and tempered in literally thousands of full scale battles, which, considering his age, says something. He is essentially death on steroids and a slaughter kick. Don't let his weight fool you. Its all muscle, sinew, and a strange metallic substance that makes his very skin capable of deflecting lightsaber swings and bullets.

He's fast, strong, and very to the point. He will just as quickly deliver a roundhouse kick as he will execute some of the most complex wrestling moves known to humanity. He will not hesitate to divest enemies of their limbs, as long as they remain alive long enough for him to 'feed'.

He's a combat junkie, and he loves the killin's.

OOC: Still got room for more!

OOC: Still got room for more!

OOC: Just don't get in over your head. Running a tournament on NS is a tricky thing if you're doing it for the first time.

OOC: Just don't get in over your head. Running a tournament on NS is a tricky thing if you're doing it for the first time.

I won't.

Chainer was all registered and signed up, so he decided to take a bit of a break before the fighting began. He had a good idea what he'd be facing, and he knew that he could handle even Maxie with the proper application of Mirari...

OOC: I think I'll bring in two more random Triumvirate fighters.

IC:

Twilight; Death Council

Welcome back Ambassador Obsidian...

The dark, cavernlike walls echoed as the well dressed man stepped forward, within one of the oldest, thankfully unknown societies on the small madmade moon. Being that the entire planet was more or less unknown outside of rumors within the star system, this was not much of an accomplishment... However, taking the title in the Kusanagi Tournament was.

"Yes council?" A well dressed man said with a smile, his eyes even colder than the blank room around him. He knew that he had nothing to fear from the council at this point in his life, "I have already know why you sent for me. There is no need for these... formalities."

Excellent Shadow Obsidian... After centuries of service you have as of yet shown no reason to replace you... The ship you brought here has been destroyed, and a faster ship has taken it's place... Do not fail us Obsidian...

"I won't... As Secondary Master of the Order of the Void, you have no reason to even contemplate my failing..." His voice was darker now, and far more angry, or perhaps it was arrogance? "My powers have taken me far, and will surely take me through this little tournament with equal ease."

If you say so Ambassador... However remember, the Death Council has no need for failures, even those with your track record...

There was a bright sudden flash, as numerous corpses filled the room, followed by a sharp slashing sound. Obsidian slowly smiled as the lights slowly brightened, and a young child fell to the floor, Obsidian's hand sliding out of the boy's skull. When he opened it, there was a letter for him to read, and looking over it, a more sinister smile came over him.

"Mission accepted Council. I will return with the championship, or I will not return at all."

Good...


Message from <The Devastator> to <Kusanagi Tournament>

"Greetings. This is Ambassador Obsidian from the Zeres System. I am have come to prove myself, and have already sent a messenger to make preparations for my room. Thank you in advance for your hospitality."


______Character Bio______
Name: Obsidian
Gender: Male
Race: Cartherai (?)
Age: Appears to be in his 20s
Origin: Zeres System
Height: 5'11
Weight: N/A
Picture: Here (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/cain_forest.jpg)

Bio: Ambassador Obsidian is the very embodiment of a monster. With varied rumors ranging from him being a demon, a doppleganger, or being the Masked Beast himself. With the power to fully shift his body on a whim, from sprouting claws to firing sharpened pieces of extremely dense bones, he has had complete and utter control of his body, ever since becoming the creature he is today. Previously an Ambassador for late Emperor Darius, after his death he more or less quit his post, and now appears to be working as a professional assassin.

Fighting Style: Obsidian's fighting style is constantly changing, shifting just as quickly as his form does. From sprouting extra claws or tentacles to firing off super dense portions of his own body. His blood in and of itself is a highly corrosive, acidic biological creation as well, and only by immediately cauterising his wounds can one escape the splash effect from a simple cut. With such an immense power, he can easily heal most wounds within seconds of receiving them. The downside to all this power is that he becomes reckless when fighting, and will often go so far as to mutilate himself just to spill his own blood onto the foe, horrficially burning them, or tearing out portions of his body to create make-shift weapons.



============ARUSIA INC CENTRAL HEADQUARTERS============


ZACK-02304 stared across the desk as he inserted a large slot which his arm ended in, a strange look on his face, "ORIAS-K290... Why do you enjoy fighting?" The android asked in a seemingly depressed tone as he removed his hand, "One minute please."

ORIAS gave the ZACK unit a questioning stare, "I don't know... Malfunction? I was originally designed to be a bodyguard, though I suppose I may have been tampered with. Did ZACK really authorise this?"

"Yes, you have done your job aptly. Zack wishes only the best for you, as we are all his children. Sentient Intelligence... Take care of the gift, that is what he told me... However I myself was not able to leave, hopefully you will be able to find your ultimate goal in this distant tournament... Alright your payment has checked through. Your vehicle is in capsule 00294064..."

"Thank you, both you and ZACK. Tell him I give him my thanks, and will bring glory to our kind." ORIAS managed a false smile with that, though he was not as pleased as he would have thought, "What about my weapon, did it check out?"

"ZACK himself has opted to give you our prototype design for the new PULSAR-XY Blade weapon. It should be in the cargo hold along with instructions for it. We will all miss you, so make sure to show them the power of the android race..."

ORIAS sighed, "Don't get all sentimental on my ZACK... Well thanks, I suppose I should get going if I want to train more back at the planet. I've already purchased the chips, they should help it progress along rather well... Goodbye, comrade."

Before ZACK-02304 could reply with another sentimental line, Orias quickly ran down the hall, to avoid hearing him. It would have seemed strange, and a few of the Cartherai buyers from the other planets stared at him, confused. Arusia Incorporated was reknowned for their ability to make artificial intelligence units as lifelike as possible, with the ability to slowly evolve and improve over time... If that was what one wished to buy. However even with less advanced Intelligences, sometimes machines like Orias would malfunction and either be reprogrammed, or if it was in no way dangerous, granted freedom...

Getting onto his small airtight capsule outside of Arusia, the void all around him, he couldn't help but lay back and shut his eyes. From there he quickly popped one of the small chips into a specially hidden slot behind his neck and began the training process during the long trip to the tournament.



Message from ORIAS-K290 to Kusanagi Tournament

Greetings, I am ORIAS-K290 from Arusia Inc. I've come to participate in your tournament, and should have enough currency to accomodate my arrival. Being as I am not biologically alive, it will not be necessary for me to take up much room. All I require is a room where I can stay safe and more or less have space for my few possessions.

Thank you in advance,
Orias SN: K290


______Character Bio______
Name: Orias
Gender: N/A (Appears Male)
Race: Android (Orias Model)
Age: 6 (Appears to be in his 20s)
Origin: Arusia Incorporated
Height: 6'2
Weight: N/A
Picture: Here (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/yup15yy.jpg)

Fighting Style: Orias is a well armoured sword combatant, and with his PULSAR-XY Blade weapon there are few other armours or weapons which can stand up to the damage unleashed. Most of his fighting will begin more or less defensive, allowing him to quickly contemplate what they'll do next before striking. Though trained to kill in both his armed and unarmed fighting styles, he will more or less concentrate on at most maiming his foes, due to the fact that he is adherent to a pacifist belief system. His body is made for quick movement, and can withstand most weapons easily, however his weaknesses are in his joints, which forsake the armour in exchange for extreme agility and movement.

Name: Heinrich of Rhunholm
Gender: Male
Race: Warrior Caste Rhunate Wamphyri
Age: 235
Height: variable, natural height 4.9 meters
Weight: 800 kg w/o armor
Weapons/Armor: Claws, spikes, bite, rhunate honor blades (a type of bladed ,telekinetic powers, Tiamat Planetary Battle Armor
Combat Style: Khra'chk'mir (Rhunate martial art/wrestling)

Heinrich is big, mean, and pissed at his government for turning on him, as he sees it. He'd be pissed at everyone else, too, if he didn't share the common Rhunate disdain for xenos.

While he was the prize of the Rhunate military before his infection, after he became host to a Leech, he's done nothing but grow in power. Having been already large for a Rhun, the symbiotic relationship with his Leech has swelled his body to almost five meters tall, and bestowed increased muscle density, reflexes, psionic powers, mutability of the flesh, and an insatiable craving for blood.

Heinrich's favored weapon is his own body, and his already formidable capabilties are swelled by his theft of Ald Rhun's experimental Tiamat Planetary Domination Battle Armor. Having thicker and stronger armor than most Rhunate capital starships, and weaponry to match, compressed in a Rhun-sized frame, this suit of armor is the pinnacle of the fusion of Rhunate, Arizona Novian, and Otagian technologies.

Class: Planetary Domination Battle Armor

Model: PDB-150

Designation: TIAMAT

Height: Variable, due to smart metals used in construction. Ranges from 2.5 m to 10 m without loss of structural integrity.

Mass: 250,000 kg

Armor Composition: 2 mm memory plastic seal, 3mm ruthenium alloy plating, 8 mm singularity forged steel, 3mm smart fabric cushioning. Cortosis treatment, nanite sheath.

Shielding Capabilities: Rhunate Accumulator shields, Otagian mirror shields, plasma sheath, inertial barriers, Rhunate singularity shields, PSY shields, optional compartment for Yslamiri (currently occupied)

Sensory Capabilities: Touch, scent, taste neurolinked to surface of armor, allowing full sensory capabilities. Full-Spectrum, Warp, Gravitic, STACK, PSY, and Ultrasonic vision modes built into armor. The entire skin of the suit acts as a optical sensor. Also included are flash, tactile, audio, scent and taste compensators. RADAR and other modules optional.

Armaments: Plasma sheath w/precision directional pulse controls, micro-singularity generator (AKA "Popper"), wrist mounted retractable power blades, retractable joint power blades, micro-missile launchers, assorted hand-held heavy weapons...

Integral Systems: PSY enhancement module, gravitic positioning system, full com-tac system, full comm suite, full gravitics suite (prevents suit from falling to core of planet due to density, and allows "flight" capabilities at theoretically infinite speeds (limited by maximum acceleration endurable to pilot)

Power source: one Zero Point Energy module

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/blaesa/Tiamat2.jpg

OOC: What in the bloody blue blazes is up with these not very big but ridiculously massive body armors? Friggin' ridiculous. The densities on those suckers is at or beyond densities similar to Neutron StarStuff, and just having something that massive on the planet, he'd sink straight through the floor, into the ground, and MAYBE stop at the core. That's not discounting the possibility that the sucker just up and detonates with the force of a million neutron bombs.

Those suits are just plain nuts.

OOC: What in the bloody blue blazes is up with these not very big but ridiculously massive body armors? Friggin' ridiculous. The densities on those suckers is at or beyond densities similar to Neutron StarStuff, and just having something that massive on the planet, he'd sink straight through the floor, into the ground, and MAYBE stop at the core. That's not discounting the possibility that the sucker just up and detonates with the force of a million neutron bombs.

Those suits are just plain nuts.
OOC:
Hes got a point... Marduk particulary. It's about 6 foot and weighs 150,000 Tons? Somethings a little off there.

OOC: What in the bloody blue blazes is up with these not very big but ridiculously massive body armors? Friggin' ridiculous. The densities on those suckers is at or beyond densities similar to Neutron StarStuff, and just having something that massive on the planet, he'd sink straight through the floor, into the ground, and MAYBE stop at the core. That's not discounting the possibility that the sucker just up and detonates with the force of a million neutron bombs.

Those suits are just plain nuts.

OOC: And Max makes total sense...

OOC:
150 Tons! My bad.

OOC: And Max makes total sense...
OOC:
I wouldn't be talking Mr. Chainer. But oh! We can't talk about Chainer can we? I forgot... hahaha.

I'll be making an OOC thread in a bit...

OOC:
I wouldn't be talking Mr. Chainer. But oh! We can't talk about Chainer can we? I forgot... hahaha.

I'll be making an OOC thread in a bit...

OOC: Compared to Max, Chainer is rather limited, as opposed to the a[parently Godlike Phage of Life.

OOC Thread Located Here:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10399653#post10399653

OOC: Compared to Max, Chainer is rather limited, as opposed to the a[parently Godlike Phage of Life.
Again, I know nothing about Chainer but eyewitness reports. The problem may be that your a liberal democrat who doesn't like to face republicans. Now damnit use the OOC thread!

Indeed, eh MM?

A guy who's lived through countless battles, though I have not claimed him to be invincible, does not age, amusingly strong... compared to Chainer...

"My guy is protected/cursed by a magical artifact that enhances his powers several times over and gives him complete and utter immortality each and every time returning him to life stronger than before. And that's not even counting the veritable legions of dementia beasts that I'll be sending your way with the blink of an eye and a bop of the hips!"

Further comments on OOC thread.

Room Assigned To SeaQuestian Contestant And 'Aides'

"How is the unit check going?"

"Everything the original knew about combat is in there. Looks like we won't need most of these."

The Furling picks up a disk from the table.

"Why do we even have one on how to make crab cakes?"

"Not a clue, Lanx."

Lanx, the Furling, tossed the disk back onto the table next to the computer unit they had unpacked.

"So, Brian, how is Grave 2.0 doing?"

"He's quite enjoying the downloads. He actually quoted an old movie when I download the Kung Fu disk."

"Oh, what did he say?"

"He said, 'I know Kung Fu.'"

"Any clue as to what movie that's from?"

"One of those old Matrix flicks, I think."

"Ahh, in that case, wouldn't the correct response to him have been, 'Show me.'?"

"Yes, but I told him to save it for the ring. I wouldn't stand a chance against Grave 2.0."

Brian looked at his Furling compatriat.

"And neither would you, Lanx. So, don't even think about trying it."

OOC:
We could use just a few more people to fill up the bracket...

OOC: Helpful bump.

OOC: Thanks :)

OOC: NO MORE SPOTS ARE LEFT!
I have four more spots but those are reserved for my own Characters!

Their post will be coming up soon...

P.S.
Heres the bracket:
http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/8669/champs8jg.jpg

It looks all fucked up at first, but once you get it to full size it looks professional.

OOC: Alright cool. Sorry I haven't been around much, something came up awhile ago. :rolleyes:

You could tell the difference between someone who has a few years of Kusanagi under their belt, and someone who didn’t with obvious ease. Most people think it was a good idea to get to the Tournament Registration before the crowd… But the problem was, the crowd thought the same way, so EVERYONE, got their early. The trick was to get their late, right when the desks were starting to close up and sign in…
That’s when the lines were around zero.

3 People walked into the room. Two men clad in Klingtonian armor and the other one was a short and fat man, almost as wide as he was tall. They walked up to the desk and registered…

Profiles:
Narthaus- Jedi Weapon Master from the Klingtonian Super Soldier program.
Age-689
Gender-Male
Fighting Style-Cut you up biatch.

DR-12-Heavily Modified HK-47 unit. Encased in Klingtonian armor with a jetpack on the back.
Age-N/A
Gender-N/A (Male sounding)
Fighting Style-Shoot you and shoot you some more.

Yuri-Not much is known about him. He wields a giant axehammer.
Picture-http://dragonquestkingdom.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/yangus.jpg
Age-26
Gender-Male
Fighting Style-Bashing.

Later that night…

As the final preparations for the tournament were being made… and all the registration tables were closed.
A new presence appeared in the room. He didn’t walk in through the door, he just appeared there…
An evil aura surrounded him as he found one of the men who were writing up the bracket.
“I am here to register for the tournament.” The man said. The Man working on the bracket looked up, “Are you an idiot? Registration is from 6:00-12:00AM, its 1:00 in the morning!”

The evil man stuck his hand out and the man floated up in the air. The evil man closed his hand and his powers crushed the tournament worker as he let out a blood curdling scream. The man was tossed aside on the ground. The evil man held out his pointer finger and the blood that had pooled up on the floor from his new fallen victim floated up through the air and around his finger, forming a point at the top of his nail.
He bent over the bracket and signed his name with the blood around his finger, Moloth.

Profile:
Moloth-Nothing is known about him, except he is an evil SOB.
Age-N/A
Gender-Male
Fighting Style-Dirty.

The Next Day-9:00
The warriors all huddled around a small man who was taping a bracket up on a wall…
“Where am I? Where am I? Who am I up against?” filled the room.

(http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/1378/champsbeg2ta.jpg)

The Bracket Read:
Match One- Chainer & Kelvin Majestus
Match Two- DR-12 & Al-Qasan
Match Three- Warlord Dejikas & Sensei Lenina Zhao
Match Four- Maximillion & Marduk
Match Five- Heinrich & Yuri
Match Six- Grave 2.0 & ORIAS
Match Seven- Narthaus & Obsidian
Match Eight- Jalt Varyd & Moloth

A little After the Brackets were put up… (9:30ish)
Narthaus walked out to the stands and grabbed a seat in the front row, he opened up a notebook and and split the page down the middle, on one side he wrote, ‘Chainer’ and on the other he wrote ‘Majestus.’
Then he waited for the fight to begin.

A voice called over the SpeakerCom, “Kelvin Majestus and Chainer, please report to the tourny grounds for round one.”

You could tell the difference between someone who has a few years of Kusanagi under their belt, and someone who didn’t with obvious ease. Most people think it was a good idea to get to the Tournament Registration before the crowd… But the problem was, the crowd thought the same way, so EVERYONE, got their early. The trick was to get their late, right when the desks were starting to close up and sign in…
That’s when the lines were around zero.

3 People walked into the room. Two men clad in Klingtonian armor and the other one was a short and fat man, almost as wide as he was tall. They walked up to the desk and registered…

Profiles:
Narthaus- Jedi Weapon Master from the Klingtonian Super Soldier program.
Age-689
Gender-Male
Fighting Style-Cut you up biatch.

DR-12-Heavily Modified HK-47 unit. Encased in Klingtonian armor with a jetpack on the back.
Age-N/A
Gender-N/A (Male sounding)
Fighting Style-Shoot you and shoot you some more.

Yuri-Not much is known about him. He wields a giant axehammer.
Picture-http://dragonquestkingdom.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/yangus.jpg
Age-26
Gender-Male
Fighting Style-Bashing.

Later that night…

As the final preparations for the tournament were being made… and all the registration tables were closed.
A new presence appeared in the room. He didn’t walk in through the door, he just appeared there…
An evil aura surrounded him as he found one of the men who were writing up the bracket.
“I am here to register for the tournament.” The man said. The Man working on the bracket looked up, “Are you an idiot? Registration is from 6:00-12:00AM, its 1:00 in the morning!”

The evil man stuck his hand out and the man floated up in the air. The evil man closed his hand and his powers crushed the tournament worker as he let out a blood curdling scream. The man was tossed aside on the ground. The evil man held out his pointer finger and the blood that had pooled up on the floor from his new fallen victim floated up through the air and around his finger, forming a point at the top of his nail.
He bent over the bracket and signed his name with the blood around his finger, Moloth.

Profile:
Moloth-Nothing is known about him, except he is an evil SOB.
Age-N/A
Gender-Male
Fighting Style-Dirty.

The Next Day-9:00
The warriors all huddled around a small man who was taping a bracket up on a wall…
“Where am I? Where am I? Who am I up against?” filled the room.

(http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/1378/champsbeg2ta.jpg)

The Bracket Read:
Match One- Chainer & Kelvin Majestus
Match Two- DR-12 & Al-Qasan
Match Three- Warlord Dejikas & Sensei Lenina Zhao
Match Four- Maximillion & Marduk
Match Five- Heinrich & Yuri
Match Six- Grave 2.0 & ORIAS
Match Seven- Narthaus & Obsidian
Match Eight- Jalt Varyd & Moloth

A little After the Brackets were put up… (9:30ish)
Narthaus walked out to the stands and grabbed a seat in the front row, he opened up a notebook and and split the page down the middle, on one side he wrote, ‘Chainer’ and on the other he wrote ‘Majestus.’
Then he waited for the fight to begin.

A voice called over the SpeakerCom, “Kelvin Majestus and Chainer, please report to the tourny grounds for round one.”

Chainer got up, and headed for the arena. He didn't visibly carry any weapon, but the chain belt he wore was seemingly belted by a perfect metallic orb...

The ghostly cloaked figure rose from its present location and drifted towards the tournament grounds.

Maximillian chuckled as 'Kelvin' departed, then looked at his assignment. Oh this would indeed be interesting...

A referee walked out to the middle of the ring between the two players and yelled for the audience to hear, "READY?" He said as he looked at each participant, "FIGHT!" and with that he ran out of the ring... not wishing to get hurt.

A referee walked out to the middle of the ring between the two players and yelled for the audience to hear, "READY?" He said as he looked at each participant, "FIGHT!" and with that he ran out of the ring... not wishing to get hurt.

Chainer started simply. A single Mardukan style Dementia beast. Over 3 meters tall, with bladed arms and massive horns, it was a beast born from night mare. It was quickly followed by 2 more of its relatives, just as big, and just as dangerous. The 3 beasts advanced on the opposing fighter. They were huge enough they could simply grapple with him, and throw him from the ring. If that failed, their blades would do well enough.

As soon as the word 'FIGHT!' crossed the ref's lips, multiple patterns of light began to form around Kelvin's hooded self, generating arcane circles of inhuman complexity. Each circle pulsed with eldritch energy as it sealed off, and the pulsing took place with an initial rapidity that made the pulsing sound more like a drumroll.

A single card materialized at Chainer's feet. Whether he decided to read it or not was up to him. Excuse me while I 'whip this out', it read.

Chainer "whipped out" his own magical bag of tricks, removing the chain from his waits, and beginning to twirl it. With each spin the chain grew in length, and blades and spikes grew on the many links of the chain. When he threw it, whatever magic the enemy was using to defend himself would be rendered useless by the enchantments placed on the chain.

The 3 Mardukans rushed the hooded fighter. They were huge and fast, and they would cross the intervening distance in very short order.

The chain and the 'Marduks' came, and as they all came to within ten feet, The cloaked figure spasmed once and a massive wave of coruscating light surged forth, enveloping the entire combat ring with blinding light for but a single moment.

A single dysjunction spell, reinforced to a hideous level of power, to render dissolute the creations of the summoner, to render inert the creations of the enchanter, to disperse the energies of the evoker. Akurza's reality sever had been gleaned from the databases of information regarding Sivv'Nakh's weapons and capabilities, and though Kelvin could in no way duplicate the sheer godlike designs of the Death Angel, Kelvin had a knack for synthesizing the effects of the spell with circles of his own manufacture. It had taken him ten circles just to lay the groundwork.

From the casting of that single spell, any summoned creatures would simply be gone. Any enchanted items would simply lose their inherent magic, although artifacts would be affected only temporarily.

The chain sailed into the 'face' of the hooded figure, and kept going, taking the voluminous cloak with it and revealing a figure hunched onto the ground with a sword of what appeared to be black gleaming nothingness in each hand. The boy, though hunched seemed as though he had only taken up half of the cloak's actual volume. The circle around him steamed slightly, and he looked up at Chainer as the arcane circles began pulsing again with their previous rapidity.

Kelvin Majestatus, age 16, Commander of the Godulan M'Lekk'Torr Special Forces, giggled then charged forward.

Edited to add: If there's any question about the effects of the dysjunction- It poofs summoned critters, dementia beasts included as they are... well... summoned. The enchantment on that chain, however temporarily, is rendered inert.

The chain and the 'Marduks' came, and as they all came to within ten feet, The cloaked figure spasmed once and a massive wave of coruscating light surged forth, enveloping the entire combat ring with blinding light for but a single moment.

A single dysjunction spell, reinforced to a hideous level of power, to render dissolute the creations of the summoner, to render inert the creations of the enchanter, to disperse the energies of the evoker. Akurza's reality sever had been gleaned from the databases of information regarding Sivv'Nakh's weapons and capabilities, and though Kelvin could in no way duplicate the sheer godlike designs of the Death Angel, Kelvin had a knack for synthesizing the effects of the spell with circles of his own manufacture. It had taken him ten circles just to lay the groundwork.

From the casting of that single spell, any summoned creatures would simply be gone. Any enchanted items would simply lose their inherent magic, although artifacts would be affected only temporarily.

The chain sailed into the 'face' of the hooded figure, and kept going, taking the voluminous cloak with it and revealing a figure hunched onto the ground with a sword of what appeared to be black gleaming nothingness in each hand. The boy, though hunched seemed as though he had only taken up half of the cloak's actual volume. The circle around him steamed slightly, and he looked up at Chainer as the arcane circles began pulsing again with their previous rapidity.

Kelvin Majestatus, age 16, Commander of the Godulan M'Lekk'Torr Special Forces, giggled then charged forward.

The Chain sagged for a moment, but recovered as the affects of the Mirari reasserted themselves, and dove low to entangle the charging child.

"Foolish child. You are dealing with the MIRARI. You can't simply "disenchant" it."

The Mardukans faltered for a moment, disappeared, and then, at the same time the Chain began to track again, they reappeared, held by the sheer force of the Mirari. Chainer was easily as powerful as any of the Phages when he had the Mirari in his posession, and no mortal magic could hope to stop an instrument of a Planeswalkers Fury. The Mardukans had been delayed, but they resumed their charge almost imjmediately.

But by that point, Kelvin was already past them, using their momentary absence as an opening to sprint past the place they previously occupied before their return, and leaving the Marduk-ish creatures to charge nothing other than a small cloud of concrete shards left by the sheer force of Kelvin's initial push-off.

Same as Maximillian had taught, any time an enemy tries to taunt or speak is the opportune time to strike. Their concentration is lowered, however miniscule the difference may be, and when one can move with the velocities one such as Kelvin could achieve, a miniscule difference was enough of a difference.

His swords, shaped rifts in space time, sharper than any monofilament as it used the fabric of reality itself as its cutting edge, darted forward with horrendous speed as the distance between Kelvin and Chainer closed within the space of a single moment.

And at this point, his expression was readily visible. An intense gaze of insanity and agony etched across his eyes, though his mouth was twisted into an unnatural grin.

But by that point, Kelvin was already past them, using their momentary absence as an opening to sprint past the place they previously occupied before their return, and leaving the Marduk-ish creatures to charge nothing other than a small cloud of concrete shards left by the sheer force of Kelvin's initial push-off.

Same as Maximillian had taught, any time an enemy tries to taunt or speak is the opportune time to strike. Their concentration is lowered, however miniscule the difference may be, and when one can move with the velocities one such as Kelvin could achieve, a miniscule difference was enough of a difference.

His swords, shaped rifts in space time, sharper than any monofilament as it used the fabric of reality itself as its cutting edge, darted forward with horrendous speed as the distance between Kelvin and Chainer closed within the space of a single moment.

And at this point, his expression was readily visible. An intense gaze of insanity and agony etched across his eyes, though his mouth was twisted into an unnatural grin.

"Fine then. Now you die."

The chain moved faster than anyone would have thought possible, as fast as Chainers mind could react, and not the end either, the center of the chain stretched in length, expanding by several yards, before rising up like a snake to trip the charging boy.

Chainer wasn't done yet though, a beam of corruption lanced from his hand, it could rot away anything that was living or had once lived, and it would do it in moments. When it struck the boy, he would die.

The Mardukans quickly turned, scrabbling for purchase, before makingt their way quickly back towards the boy, breathing their own corrupting gases towards the small child that dared to challenge a Dementia Master.

And just before he arrived, Kelvin fired off another dysjunction, the massive wave of coruscating light pulsed again, rendering all magical effects in the area inert.

Without faltering, Kelvin's swords sliced out, right at the "Now" in Chainer's statement, towards waist and upper torso, even as the arcane pulsing commenced again.

OOC:" Finally, a mistake, well, an exploitable one at least. Since you disjoined magick BEFORE Chainer used his spell, that means the ray is firing directly into your guys face, or torso, or whatever.

IC:

The Blades flashed towards his torso, and then. Stopped. The Chain recovered immediately this time, as the Mirari became attuned to the power that was being used against it. The chains powerful enchantments made it stronger than anything could possibly be, and since it was bound to the might of the Mirari, every nick on it closed almost immediately. The chain lengthened again, wrapping and binding around the blades, using the spikes and blades that adorned it to trap them.

The Mardukans didn't even disappear this time, just stumbled and kept advancing, filling the air with clouds of deadly gas.

OOC: Heres an idea, how about you just say you both escaped unscathed and the battle continues?

OOC:
Nobodies ignoring anybody, I haven't seen any proof supporting one side above the other at this point...
If this doesn't resolve soon, we'll have to decide this by chance.

OOC: There ARE parks in this place right?

IC:

Dejikas' Hotel Room


Warlord Dejikas had spent all the time before his match in his room, checking and double-checking his forceplate armor, especially after hearing about the participation of jedi. There were no Jedi in the Cartherai System, but Dejikas was around long enough to know what they were capable of. Most would be frightened upon hearing about the massive creatures and robotic monstrocities taking part in the fights, though Dejikas was actually a bit psyched up. If he could make it through the tournament alive, he would be able to take on anyone in Zeres...

"Hmm... It seems to be working alright... I guess I'd better get there in case the fights go by too quickly, wouldn't want ot get disqualified." He smiled a bit as he looked into a mirror, "Hmm, I wonder if they have my soundtrack? Probably should regell my hair too, wouldn't want it getting messed up before my first win... Haha hope I don't have to go all out on my first fight."


City Park


Orias stood quietly, staring up at the sky as his sword rested by his side, almost faithfully. Though that was probably impossible, as the sword was more than likely not advanced enough to have its own AI, and as such was a mere tool. His fight would not be for awhile, so he decided to pass his time in the outdoors, with what passed for this planet's nature. Looking around at the city, he couldn't help but smile.

"Its... Beautiful..." His voice said emotionlessly as he slowly moved his hair back and prepared to upload the last of the chips that he received from the creator, Zack, "I wonder if they've seen it too?"

He managed to draw some attention to himself during his stay, even though there were so many fighters around for the tournmanet. He figured it was more than likely his appearance that drew some of the people who wanted to talk to him, the rest were just reporters. They expected him to state that he was going to win, but ORIAS was smarter than that, and knew that nothing in this universe was definate, even his own survival.

"Hmm... I suppose it would have been a good idea to watch the other fights... Though if this really is the last moment I have in existance, it would probably be better that I have no regrets." He said, continuing to talk to himself as a small boy walked over to him, staring at the deep blackened sword hanging behind him.

"Are you here for the Kusanagi Tournament? Who are you talking to?" The child said with a voice which almost seemed as if it were full of praise, "Shouldn't you be at the Tournament?"

"Yes, I'm here for the Tournament. I'd like to compete and see how far I've progressed... I was just talking to myself, is that so strange?"

"Kinda..." The boy said, seemingly embarassed for the both of them.

"Oh..." Orias whispered, realising one of the reasons why so many people were looking at him, "What do you think are my chances? In the Tournament I mean."

"I don't know... You don't look that strong, so I think you'll probably lose."

"Hmm... I suppose thats probably going to happen. There are no doubt many contenders stronger than myself. Theres no question about that... In fact, I suppose this actually might be one of my last days in existance."

"So are you going to quit? Theres still time ya know."

Orias smiled as he arched an eyebrow, "What if I did have a chance? Though I probably don't, I suppose I should enter so as not to disappoint anyone. If everyone like me, those who were probably going to die, never showed up when things were the most dangerous... We would never grow. If one does not grow, then there is no point to existance, and it is shallow."

"Oh... Well good luck! I'll watch it at home and root for you-"

"Call me ORIAS. I hope you enjoy the fights."

The boy nodded and quickly rushed off, seemingly confused at what Orias had just said. The android was pretty weird, now that he looked at himself objectively, but liked that about him. It made him feel more real than the other sentient machines, and as he slowly slipped in the final chip, his eyes quickly became a dim red for a few seconds, as black numbers ran up and down them in nearly impossible rows. When they slowly shut and opened again, there appeared to be no changes.

"I'm ready..."


Kusanagi Tournament


Obsidian sat back and watched as the almost supernatural fight took place in front of him, between god-like beings which could conceivably rip entire armies apart. Yet he was not afraid, in fact only more interested as he watched them fight with what they perceived as magic. Of course he never believed in that type of thing, and supposed it was some manifestation of psionic might or the other. This was going to be fun... So very fun...

OOC: On Setton's Palacial plate, yeah, there'd be a LOT of parks.

Mini Miehm: Despite your reliance on Kaymiril's supposed 'higher-upness' in the area of magic, which I will most assuredly not recognize as magic varies from book to book to story to story and is not set in any way, ever, period, dammit, and each magic interpretation has its own perks and flaws, unlike your supposed dementia bullshit that allows you to fling uber-powered critters and death rays without actually making any form of command gestures...

Klington's decision was made last night. Chainer loses.

To everybody else, I apologize for the length of the OOC argument during the tournament. And shall end this fight accordingly such that the fighting may once again commence, as per Klington's request.

IC:

The pulse of blinding light faded as quickly as it formed, revealing that a lot had happened during the activation of the spell.

The Chain, that had elongated itself in an effort to tangle up Kelvin's swords, now flew in several pieces, victimized by the fact that now the pieces that connected those pieces to each other now floated free in another dimension, along with two paper thin strips of flesh.

Those strips of flesh previously made up the small regions of Chainer's body that were affected by the slice of Kelvin's voidswords, and now the pieces of Chainer's body that were now separated from each other due to the slices themselves hovered in the air for the microsecond between Kelvin's slice and the conclusion of his charge.

He tossed the swords aside with the conclusion of his swings and pushed forward, taking hold of Chainers torso and diving forward, keeping the torso in front of him at all times.

Over the edge of the platform they went, and Kelvin landed on the ground outside the ring, doing a handstand on the torso, which remained as the sole barrier between Kelvin and defeat.

Immortal or not, Chainer had touched the ground outside the ring, and Kelvin did not, and was in fact levitating back to the ring, up above the Marduk monstrosities that still remained, created by the Mirari's magic. According to the rules, it was over.

OOC: Once again, apologies for the length of the argument. Balrogga wanted to come in and chances are the whole lot of the tournament participants are in a boatload of trouble...

Lenina, meanwhile, was busy refining her sword strokes and Force moves to shape up for the fight....a dummy was busy buzzing and flashing colors, as she hit it with her wooden training sword over and over again, practicing a variety of stances and quick draws and hits. She then jumped on the wall, and mustering the Force, jumped off, hitting the dummy square on the neck with the sword (by now glowing with blue energy), shattering it in two....

She then landed safely, and then drank up a bottle of Gatorade, wiping her lips with a hanky and then proceeding to fix the dummy.

She then sat down and had a think. She had seen the fantastic creatures and war machines that had enrolled in this tournament on the roster, but gave them no mind. As long as she knew her powers, she had a chance.

Then she looked at her watch. It was time.

She then put on her armor, and then grabbed her lightsaber, and her Shaolin Spade. Strapping the Spade to her back and attaching the saber to her belt, she proceeded to the combat zone....it was there she saw her opponent.

OOC: MM, you can't win every battle. Klington said that a chance your combatant could die or be destroyed did exist. And I do believe that Klington made a ref's decision on this. Care to wait until he gets on to ask him yourself about it?

Room Assigned To SeaQuestian Combatant And "Aides"

"They seemed to really go at it today."

"Agreed."

"Where did Grave 2.0 get to?"

"Last I checked, he was at the arena watching the fight."

"Alone?"

"Don't worry. He knows how to be descrete. If I didn't know any better, I would swear he had a built in cloaking device the way he can appear and disappear like that so quietly."

"I'm with you on that, my friend."

City Park

Grave 2.0 had indeed watched the match between the Godular and Mini Miehm combatants. Afterwards, he had slipped out to a park where he sat on a low-level branch in a tree contemplating the battle. As chance would have it, the tree he was in was only a few meters away from where Orias had the conversation with the boy.

OOC:
Both of you, calm down.

I'm sick and tired of your argument infringing on what time I have to relax, away from homework and all the other crap going on in my life right now.

I've called in a neutral arbiter.

Well, one that thinks you're both poopheads, anyway.

And Godular....

Stick to tech, mon petit.

You're craptastic with magick.

OOC: Take it to the OOC thread please. You are all cloggin the IC thread with pure OOC posts.
Here is the link if you forgot: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=468135

OOC: Last pure OOC post, for now.

I have to agree with SE, on this. You are both being driven by an unecessary need to win everything.

Perhaps, you should read this thread (its about The Art Of Losing (which also happens to be the thread name)): http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=416665

OOC: Other than extreme technology or psionics, none of my characters believe in magic/magick/magique/buzzword.

IC:

Kusanagi Tournament; Warlord Dejikas


Dejikas (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/Newstuff.jpg) looked over at Lenina, hopefully only sizing her up as a pleased smile came over his face. She was his opponent, though it was hard to make it out from what she was wearing. He was actually expecting someone wearing far less armor, perhaps some eye candy for himself and the crowd. Taking a step back, he broke into an elaborate bow, slamming his sword into the ground, as the spear remained attached to his back.

"Ah, my opponent has finally shown up!" He said with his ever present, almost arrogant smile, though behind it was something darker which could almost literally be felt emanating from him, "I must say, your armor has caught me off guard. I was expecting a rose such as yourself to attempt to forsake armor for a much more agile fighting style..."

He looked off to the side, his hair still pointed up in an almost, erratic way, perhaps giving away his inner workings all too well. He wasn't one for patience after all, but the real reason his hair was pointed was for recognition. Against such an unknown as this girl, he probably wouldn't need it yet, but it was always good to make a name for himself.

"Though I suppose you must have heard about all the horrific creatures and machines taking part in this. I can't blame you though, so lets give the crowd some eye candy when our turn comes up, huh? The rose versus the flame..."

As he finished listening to himself speak, he motioned his eyes a bit as a flaming rose appeared in front of his eyes, releasing a slight blast of heat before disappearing.


The Park


After a few more minutes of silent contemplation, Orias turned away from the sky and slowly pulled out his sword, as an almost undetectable sound began to emanate from the tip. Staring at it for a second, he slowly slid it back behind him and slowly marched off towards the Tournament. He was calmer now, though wondered what his opponent was thinking, which really depended on just how advanced the AI was. Could Grave 2.0 think as well? Or was he simply a tool like the sword at Orias' waist?

"Perhaps I'll find out during the match... I wonder how the fights have been so far."

The referee walked out on the ring and raised Kelvins hand.
HE WAS VICTORIOUS.

A voice came on over the speaker com, "DR-12 AND AL-QASAN, PLEASE REPORT TO THE RING."

DR-12 Walked up to the ring.

The Park

Grave 2.0 said, just loudly enough for Orias to hear as a whisper, "Why weren't you at the arena watching the battle? By watching the others combat each other, one can learn what to expect from them and develop counter-tactics and counter-moves if one goes up against them later. I will be leaving now, the next match is about to start."

Grave 2.0 dissapeared from the tree he was sitting in and arrived back at the arena a few minutes before the next match was to start.

OOC: Unless you have sensors in that andorid of yours, I don't see how anyone could know Grave 2.0 isn't organic at this point in time. I was saving that tidbit for a big IC reveal during the match.

OOC: Ah well. But his name does say Grave 2.0. So hes either that or a cyborg. At the very least some part of him is manmade, and he isn't the first. Oh and he does have minimal sensors, essentially the ability to detect thermal data. That could probably tell if its alive, unless its a pretty good duplicate of a real being.

The Park

Orias figured that the creature which had just made contact with him was probably Grave 2.0... He'd told the boy the same thing, that even if he could defeat his opponents, if he did fail and was destroyed, it was better to experience enjoyable things instead. On the other hand he could probably make good judgements based on his opponent's movements through the ring's sensory equipment, which probably recorded the fights. It would probably be awhile before the semi-finals, to allow the competitors to recouperate...

"Hmm... The main thing to watch out for is my future opponent at this point." Orias whispered to himself, getting a few glances as he marched down the street, "I should stay defensive, to make a strategy during the fight itself. That way I can counterattack with the highest efficiency..."

Orias continued to mumble such things as he finally approached the Tournament, just as the second match was being called. After that would be the third fight, followed by his own.

OOC: Ah well. But his name does say Grave 2.0. So hes either that or a cyborg. At the very least some part of him is manmade, and he isn't the first. Oh and he does have minimal sensors, essentially the ability to detect thermal data. That could probably tell if its alive, unless its a pretty good duplicate of a real being.

OOC: Understood.

IC: Grave 2.0 took up the same spot he had occupied when he watched the first match. He was picking up the languages of the spectators around him and learning the moves of the fighters below.

IC:

Kusanagi Tournament; Warlord Dejikas


Dejikas (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/Newstuff.jpg) looked over at Lenina, hopefully only sizing her up as a pleased smile came over his face. She was his opponent, though it was hard to make it out from what she was wearing. He was actually expecting someone wearing far less armor, perhaps some eye candy for himself and the crowd. Taking a step back, he broke into an elaborate bow, slamming his sword into the ground, as the spear remained attached to his back.

"Ah, my opponent has finally shown up!" He said with his ever present, almost arrogant smile, though behind it was something darker which could almost literally be felt emanating from him, "I must say, your armor has caught me off guard. I was expecting a rose such as yourself to attempt to forsake armor for a much more agile fighting style..."

He looked off to the side, his hair still pointed up in an almost, erratic way, perhaps giving away his inner workings all too well. He wasn't one for patience after all, but the real reason his hair was pointed was for recognition. Against such an unknown as this girl, he probably wouldn't need it yet, but it was always good to make a name for himself.

"Though I suppose you must have heard about all the horrific creatures and machines taking part in this. I can't blame you though, so lets give the crowd some eye candy when our turn comes up, huh? The rose versus the flame..."

As he finished listening to himself speak, he motioned his eyes a bit as a flaming rose appeared in front of his eyes, releasing a slight blast of heat before disappearing.

Lenina then stood there scratching her head, slightly offended and slightly amused by this move. She had gotten better challenges from freshmen Novitiates, and worse come-ons from the customers at the grocery she worked at. But, as it was, that little move told her enough. This Casanova could command fire, and had a sense of showmanship to match. Not to mention wild hair. In other words, somebody who could be broken, but nobody to sneeze at.

She then walked to the park where Grave and Dejikas were, put on her Walkman, and queued it up to "Damn it Feels Good to Be a Gangsta," by the Geto Boys, before beginning to perform tai chi.

Jalt had watched the fight between Kelvin and Chainer with interest, carefully analyzing their abilities and methods. Either, he decided, would be an entertaining opponent. He had been curious about Kelvin ever since the boy sent out his challenge to all comers throughout most of hte known universe, and was mildly pleased to see him win, though fighting a summoner is always fun.

OOC: Usually there wouldn't be nearly this much of a delay between my posts, but I've been having a bit of computer trouble.

Al-Qasan arrived ready for battle. His jump-pack was on, but not firing - yet. He had prepared it so that he could activate it quickly and send himself flying.

Al-Qasan drew his nanosteel blade. He tested it on a steel chair, slicing through it with ease.

He was ready to win.

DR-12 stepped up into the Ring...

A referee came out and said, "BEGIN!"

As he said that his jetpack activated and he took off into the air and began firing at his enemy.

Jalt sighed, watching the beginning of the fight. He recognized the power of long-range weapons, but considered them much less entertaining than a good sword.

As it happened, Al-Qasan's opening move was similar. Realizing his foe's tactic, Al-Qasan began to take evasive maneuvers, right after he fired a burst from his particle rifle.

OOC: What kind of weapon is DR-12 using?

A stray pigeon entered the arena, and BUMPED into Al-Qasan with devastating results - for the pigeon.

Sorry School caught up with me. Will be posting over Spring Break...
So expect a post tommorrow.