NationStates Jolt Archive


Bloodsport; The Most Dangerous (FT, Open)

The United Fleets
26-11-2008, 04:18
Ladies and Gentlemen! Are you here to be amazed, dazed, and a few Credits shorter or higher? Then you have come to the right place! Our first contestents, who have 'eagerly' and 'willingly' come to compete, will entertain you to...ehhahaha the death! Entering from one pit...!
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"...sparked several sweeps through the outter sectors recently. The missing people from these borderworlds, and their ships, and even a a certain few from the tradeing outposts scatter around the outter sectors. The local Armsmen have been called off, in favor of Military search partys. Several cruisers have been sighted combing the area, before limiting access to onlookers in their private ships. There are rumours of a criminal organization behind this, but so far Ship Master Harkann, who earlier today released his public statement, said that this was unlikely, but refused to speak further. In other news..."
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Deep in the Bloodsports Inner Slave pits...

You see several guards dragging others away, those struggleing ruthlessly beaten to death and thrown into a nearby animal cage, where the body is torn apart by all sorts of vile critters. Your head aches, and whatever weapons or armour you had once owned is now gone, leaveing you in nothing but the clotheing you had on, perhaps slightly tattered or ripped as you take notice of your injurys. A guard drags you away, a wicked smile on his face. You think about trying to escape, but before you, you see rows upon rows of cells, with thousands of guards just like the one dragging you forward, armed with all sorts of deadly weaponry. Win your freedom. Or die.

OOC:

You are one person. This is FT, so think FT. Are you an alien? Likely. Are you a criminal, or a soldier? Or perhaps just a simple person who was on a short jump from here to the nearest outpost. It doesn't matter now. You don't remember your name. Your birthplace. Anything about yourself or others. Spikes of pain nearly black you out as a differant form of language forces itself into your body, and basic skills come back to you as the pain subsides. You are no one. Yet.

Welcome to Bloodsport, where every game is deadly.

Heres how it works.

Arena Name:
History:
Skills:
Appearance:
Gender:
Race:

You DON'T know your real name. So your arena name will be picked by you. You won't suddenly know it, you win your first fight, you earn your new name.

You won't know your history. Its a blank acheing spot and it frightens you more then anything to go near it.

Skills: You pick a basic skill set. Melee combat? Sure. Weapons training? Of course. Super Speed and the like? If your race has it. Yup.

Appearance. This is obvious. You will get to a point where you will be awarded armour and weapons, and basic clubs and knives and even some crude firearms will always be lieing around at first in a pinch. Or you can use your fists. Whatever pleases you. Just don't die.

Race: Several aliens call the Outter Sector their home, even if they wern't born there. Doesn't matter what your nationality is, your in the Blood now. You have no nation.

This is how matches go. All of you compete, and its pretty much anything goes. I will play a huge array of monsters and gladiators much alike yourselves. There will be traps, plots, action, adventure, glory, and perhaps a side bet here and there among your fellow pit dwellers?

First in order: Don't die. Welcome to Bloodsport. The bloodiest place in the Arm.
North Calaveras
26-11-2008, 05:02
Arena Name: Legion
History: KW-501 was a GOU clone on patrol, until he woke up in the hands of these people without his weapons and combat suit.
Skills: Calaverian advancements(3x speed/strength, 1x human reactions/3x normal human healing ability), Weapons training( Projectile weapons, Phased plasma/plasma weapons)
Appearance: Icy blue eyes, dirty-blonde hair,
Gender:Male
Race:Calaverian(Artificially Evolved Human clone)
The United Fleets
26-11-2008, 05:42
OOC:

Just a note to everyone. I forgot to make a sign up before making the thread. Go figure. But go ahead and use your sign up sheet post as your Intro post as well. North Calaveras, you may just post the Intro at this point.

Once you have your Intro in there, take note that you are all in a dark, dank chamber, with dim lights. The chamber is clean, except for a row of tables. There are guards to either side of the tables. On them are crude weapons. The best among them are firearms. With you are the other ragged combatants. (I suggest you might wait awhile, until most everyone is here.) Your Intro is here. Talk in hushed tones. Take a peek into the ports on the upper walls, where sounds of cheering fans and combat is sounding off.

When enough people are in on it, the game begins, the guards step out. You may take your pick of weaponry. Have some imagination. Grab a rusty axe or something. Or improvise. The gate will open, and you will march out. (If you don't, you will likely get prodded that way anyhow.) I'll explain what happens next, in the form of your much hated men behind the veil. Or announcer, who will be pretty much oblivious to the carnage below, as he talks casually about how your guts are getting ripped out. Or slightly surprised at how your conquering the Bloodsport.
North Calaveras
26-11-2008, 05:49
Legion awoke in a dark dank chamber. There was little lighting and he could make out a couple of tables. He saw guards armed with projectile weapons of some kind. Man, he had a headache and couldn't remember much of anything. His white pale skin was cold now as he heard the roar of the crowds and the sound of a bloody struggle. He wispered to one of the guards. " What is this?"

OCC: can i get some of my armor peics and weaposn back in the future?
The United Fleets
26-11-2008, 07:27
OOC: I expect not. You can cobble to together some armour for the first fight. Theres some scrap among the weapons.

IC:

The Guard glared. The Guard pushes a button on his wrist, and a sharp, nearly blinding pain brings Legion to his knees. It stopped echoing inside his head suddenly, the pain passing. "Shut up scum. Turn around and don't move until I tell you." The guard spits in Legion's general direction, falling short a feet. The guards remained silient after that.
North Calaveras
26-11-2008, 07:43
Legion turned around and waitied for his fate. What did they have planned for Legion, were they going to torture and execute him, or sell him as a slave? This strange place, what was it, why couldn't he remember his past. His head ached even thinking about such a thought.
Ameriganastan
26-11-2008, 08:34
Arena Name:Metallic
History:A criminal on the run from even worse criminals ,the metallic man was sleeping one instant, the next, he was tossed into a cell in the arena
Skills:Since he was in prison for about 43 counts of murder, he has quite a bit of knowledge about ending other peoples lives, even if he can't remember it all right now.The cyborg implants help a little to.
Appearance:6 foot 6 inches tall, shaved head, left eye brown, right eye cybernetic.His arms have been replaced with advanced cybernetic replacements.His voice has an odd, robotic twinge to it.
Gender:Male
Race:Human Cyborg.
Ameriganastan
26-11-2008, 08:39
*Metallic rumbled himself awake, the gears in his arms whirring to life as well.He looked around, his right eye giving off a red glow in the dark* "What the hell is this? They didn't throw me back in prison did they? Hey! You outside the cell! Who the fuck are you, and where the fuck am i!? "
The United Fleets
26-11-2008, 09:47
A sharp pain grinded into the Cyborgs brain. It increased, and increased until even the huge half man, half machine would be likely to writh on the floor. It was stranger that he couldn't get out a scream of agony. It cut off suddenly. There was a shadow looming over the man. "Shut up scum." The guard spoke into a device on his arm. "This is Delta-334. Contestant Two-Three-Nine-Point-One-Seven-Three-Nine needs a second dose. Damn goliaths gears and crap must be blocking alot of it. Respond with dose."

A prick in the back of Metallics neck brought unconiousness. The guard entered the cell, and attached a gravity clamp to the huge man. Dragging the Cyborg to the Blood Pit where Legion was, the guard reported to the four guards watching over Legion, and left.

Legion is now aware of the huge form of Metallic, snoozeing in the corner. Dosage has worn off. Metallic may now wait for the other contestants. Dosage has dulled senses.
Ameriganastan
26-11-2008, 10:11
*The dull senses didn't do anything to curb his foul mouth* "fuck....what the fuck am i doing here....fuck...." *He tried lifting his arm up, but to no avail* "Shit.Looks like my ass is stuck in this hellhole for now"
Northern Rangeria
26-11-2008, 20:11
Arena Name: Cutter
History: Principality Space Jaeger, elite Black Pike Corps. Taken captive during the Olympian Conflict and sold on as a pit fighter.
Skills: Weapons training (plasma and laser guns, combat knives, unarmed combat), soldier enhancements: WCL [Werkhoff's Cognitive Lobe] (brain implant; reduces reaction time, allows photographic memory and rapid intake of new information; also works as an 'emergency backup' in case of heavy cerebral damage, maintaining vital functions in an unconscious state for a maximum of 12 hours)
Appearance: a 5'8'' male human, drak brown hair, light skin. Laser scars on shoulders (likely removal of tattoos)
Gender: Male
Race: Human

(OOC: I'll try to do my best, since I'm something of an irregular these days)
Ustio North
26-11-2008, 20:21
Arena Name: Pyro
History: An inhabitant of Antoben, the furthest planet from the Sun in the Ustio system, Pyro dissapeared from there over five weeks ago. Since then, no one has seen him. His dissapearance has been contributed to the Tau on Antoben, and may have been one of the deciding factors in the Reclamation Of Penglai.
Skills: Melee Weapons, Evolved Human Power (PyroKinesis)
Appearance: 5'8'' male human, light skin, white spiked hair with streaks of red
Gender: Male
Race: Ustian (Evolved Human)


OOC: For an explanation, there are three races in my FT system - Humans, Evolved Humans & The Tau. While humans are straightforward and Tau you can look up, Evolved Humans have evolved certain abilities - telekinesis, telepathy etc. While it would cause damage to anyone unprotected, people with the right know-how will know how to fight his fire.
The United Fleets
26-11-2008, 23:03
The cells slams open. Two men with Plasma Carbines and Combat Suits step forward, and drag Pyro out of the cell, as he begins to wake from his acheing slumber. Spikes of pain subside, and you begin thinking a language that seems abnormal, and not your own, but happens to be the only one you can conjure up at the moment. A huge and gapeing hole in your mind that was your past is left blank and dark, and each time you try and creep near it, horrible fear drives you away.

Near you a man of about the same size is dragged out of his cell. He looks about as ragged as you as well. You are both dragged into a chamber that builds up into cheering voices and bloody combat in the distance. Six others are in the Pit, four guards, and two other contestants. The guards that dragged you here dump you sprawling on the floor, and leave the room. The four other guards watching at the table leave with them.

A booming voice talking in a rather casual and annoying manner sounds off in the chamber. "Contestants! Welcome to Bloodsport! The Most Dangerous! You are here merely to entertain and die! In the most horrible and bloody fashion. But fear not! For you will have a chance to defend yourself, and perhaps even win. Like that could ever happen. Arm yourself, and step out, from the Blood Pit."

The large gate lead up from a ramp slowly opens, and a bright light pours into the chamber, or Blood Pit. Cheering voices sound off from that direction. Blood drips down the ramp, which must have belonged to the last contestant to enter Bloodsport.

OOC:

Arm yourself. Improvise weapons and armour, or just grab a simple weapon and enter Bloodsport. Don't try and describe the Arena until I tell you what the first match is. So go ahead, arm yourself, and enter Bloodsport.

Those still wishing to join will be dragged into the pit as well, and may take part in the next match to win your name. And don't worry. I like to make matches interesting. So you wont be bored for awhile.
Northern Rangeria
26-11-2008, 23:24
Gah... Good God, how did I end up in this mess?

That was the first thought that ran through the mind of the man named 'Cutter', his eyes running quickly across the scenario. He didn't recognize anybody around him, the surroundings and that strange, booming voice were foreign to him. And when he tried to remember how he had gotten into this particular mess... nothing. Simply nothing. He couldn't recall anything, save for a few simple facts about himself. Male, early thirties, human. Judging by the other 'contestants', they seemed human or near-human, save for the pile of flesh and circuitry that was apparently a cybernetic organism of some kind.

Okay... This is gonna be one bloody mess, that's for sure...

The man's eyes jumped towards the weapons and armor provided for them. Knowing that he'd have to take his pick soon, lest someone steal the best from the top, he began to search through the selection. Knives, knives, any kind of knives... and maybe a sidearm and ammo, preferably a plasma or lasgun. Somehow those seemed the most obvious choices for him...
Ameriganastan
26-11-2008, 23:43
"Well if I'm stuck here, i might as well enjoy myself" *Shirking the gravity collar off, he pushed a button on his right arm, making a small blade slide out.Pressing a button the handle, it extended into a full length sword* "I knew the wouldn't find it" *Doing the same with his other arm, the fingers retraced and re-emerged as sharp spikes, a few also sprouting from his shoulder* "Now then, some armor.how do i do that again?" *Scratching his back, he pressed yet another small button, covering his torso in a Thick armored shell.He seemed to have no end of built in surprises* "Well, I'm ready"
The Great Lord Tiger
27-11-2008, 00:05
Arena Name: Beast
History: A one-time bounty hunter, Beast found herself tracking a target to the wrong planet. A capture squad overtook her, underestimating her ability to fight without a gun or even a knife in her hands; half of them were killed or crippled.
Skills: Armed or unarmed melee combat; 10X typical human agility and reflexes.
Appearance: http://lh5.google.com/jraj.nk/R99M2VCAk2I/AAAAAAAAFX4/wDhlBlN46M0/park%20Jin%20Hee3.jpg?imgmax=400 (To be frank, I just Googled "Female Model")
Gender: Female
Race: Evolved Human

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Putting her hand to her head, Beast's eyes slowly opened. She looked around at her surroundings. Some humans, a cyborg, and a bunch of pissed-looking guards -- lovely. Looking down at herself, she grimaced with frustration. These brutes had left her little in the ways of clothing. The scraps of shirt left threatened to reveal her chest at any moment, and she was wearing pants that were revealing her more private areas.

Glancing around the cell, she noticed a body -- probably a dead or dying prisoner -- and snatched the shirt from his nonresponsive back. She sat down cross-legged, tearing the shirt into strips and wrapping them around her waist. When she was satisfied that she was decent, she removed the useless pieces of synthetic fabric and tossed them onto the body; she did the same after fashioning a cloth-strip brassiere.

Satisfied, she stood up and glanced around again, watching her... companions? -- step up to a weapon-loaded table. These weapons included knives and various other blades, along with some projectile weapons. She turned up her nose at those -- no ammo was being provided that she could see, and they were useless, anyway. No, instead, she snatched a double-bladed dirk off of the table and checked its sharpness. Enough to shave a hair from the back of her hand.

Digging her toes into the ground -- when had her shoes gone missing? -- Beast waited for the next direction.

[OOC]: Are we fighting each other? Or a sort of CP played by you, Fleets? I assume the latter in this post.

Also, I realize this is FT, but I figured that a woman playing and looking Gladiator-like -- especially one with a fly's reflexes -- would be the perfect wrench in your gear.
Ustio North
27-11-2008, 00:16
Pyro opened his eyes as he heard the booming voice. He sat up to see other people arming themselves. He picked up a long blade and slipped it into his scabbard. He flexed his hands, waiting for the go
The United Fleets
27-11-2008, 02:12
Ladies and Gentlemen! We have some fresh meat for the grinder today folks. Entering from the Blood Pit, our five contestants will go up against some of the lovely captives that have come into our possession just recently! And in case any of them refuse to brutally slay the little innocents that haven't done them any harm, heh, the collars around their necks offer incentive.

As your eyes take in the scene beyond the door, a group of ragged people, Humans, and aliens of various sorts, some feline like, other with maws of sharp teeth and hide of black midnight, look around the arena in a daze, with tattered clothing and improvised weapons.

As a surprise, we have thrown out a bit of a mix ladies and Gentlemen! Aquired from a downed Rhine Battleship in the deepest of the Outter Sectors, these nasty critters are in ample supplie as of now! From pits around the metallic arena floor, red and green hided creatures with spikes at the end of their tails and claws covered in blood snarl away. The collers around your necks bid you forth into the Bloodsport. As you enter the Arena, the gate closes behind you.

OOC:

Mostly controlled characters. I'll throw out the cannon fodder, and all sorts of baddies. Its just up to you guys not to make it look to easy. I'll throw out some tough stuff, but if you just kill it off, don't expect things to get much harder with Godmodding.

Also, whats up The Great Lord Tiger! Long time no see. Blow up anything lately?
The Great Lord Tiger
27-11-2008, 03:12
: Oh, the usual. Some zombies, some pirates. Nothing big.

Beast slipped the dirk into her winding sash, careful not to slit herself. Her hands were shaking. Creatures? What were these things? She thought she'd have to fight one of these other people.

Her mind was a blank; her memories eluded her. She didn't know why she had eschewed a gun in exchange for a knife. Why would she take a bloody knife? How the hell was she supposed to survive? Who was she, and what was she doing here?

"I can't do this!" she wailed, clutching herself and falling to a crouch. "Why am I here? Who am I?"

: All you need to do, Fleet, is direct some fodder towards her. It'll all come back.
Ameriganastan
27-11-2008, 05:15
*Metallic noticed the girl crouching a few feet away.He may have been a depraved killer, but he was also a gentleman.Grabbing her by the shirt, he lifted her up off the ground* "Snap out of it lady.Do you wanna die here? Now quit crying and start fighting!"
The United Fleets
27-11-2008, 05:37
Several of the creatures come forth, engageing in scraps with a few of the captives, who fended them off with weapons like axes, knives, a sword here and there, and one or two of them had a pistol, large slugs bashing into the alien like creatures.

But the brunt of the spike-tailed monsters charged forth, displaying their full size. They were at least six, or seven feet tall, with tough armoured hides, and ivory claws spattered with red. A looming tail with a menaceing spike was lofted behind each of them. They were eyeless, or seemed to be, and a maw of black and rows of jagged teeth.

OOC:

Right right. No history though. Thats left blank because of the collars, which have back up doses of memory wipe, and a control of your brain that basicly spams pain on you if you try and do something like tackle a guard, or run off. But all the skills or such are either still there, or come back.

Also, like I said, I can throw tons of fun stuff, but it gets boreing when you kill them by the thousands, so try and make things interesting. I'll do my best to do so aswell.

Also, combat has begun. Your enemys:

Human or random alien captive: Threat factor: Low-Moderant; Swords, axes, knives, a gun here and there. If your cold hearted, you can get a bonus and kill them all. Or you can forfeit your bonus and save them, spareing their lives.

Alien-like creature*: Threat Factor: High-Fatal; Claws and Spikes can cut through armour easily. Metallic's shell gives him an armour bonus, and Cybernetics help to. But try not to let them cut you if your a regular old Human, even evolved. Because everything bleeds, and these things don't hold back much. Your not Marines in Combat Armour and you don't have Plasma Repeaters. These things are nasty buggers.

*TGLT, you fought these things before. You know what they can do. Set an example.
The Great Lord Tiger
27-11-2008, 05:51
One of the alien beings charged at the pair of cyborg and woman, shrieking and hissing bloody murder. Instinctively, Beast drew her dirk and held it out vaguely in front of her. Her instincts went a bit further than that, though. In a blurring flash of movement, the blade went into an eye, and the neck, and cut across the body several times, each movement carefully calculated. The creature roared angrily, now on the retreat, but the woman kept up her assault, now targeting the torso, the legs, everything she could reach.

The final blow was ramming the knife into the thing's head, which Beast did easily. The xenomorph gave one last shrill screech before the blade was shoved home, and it collapsed, dead. Beast's eyes were on her hands, though -- they shook; whether with fear or adrenaline, she didn't know. The creature had been defeated in perhaps five seconds, flat. She shook her head vigorously. Something was... something... grabbing the hilt of the knife, she slid it out in one smooth movement. With one sweep she offed its tail, cutting through the thick sinew and bone like butter, followed by a neat sidearm throw that took another one in the mouth. She snatched the organic blade and charged forward.
Ameriganastan
27-11-2008, 08:45
*He watched in slight awe as the woman shredded on of the alien monsters* "Now thats my kind of woman.Oh hello there ugly" *One of the creatures swung its tail at him, but he simply caught it with his hands* "Bad move bud" *In a feat of surprising brutality, he ripped the aliens tail of and preceded to beat its skull in with it* "Wow, where did that come from?"
Northern Rangeria
27-11-2008, 12:44
Cutter had been lucky: not only had he found a pair of nicely-balanced combat knives, but on the wall there had also been a plasma pistol. Of sorts. The design was alien to him, and the dents and scratches spoke of heavy use and age - something that had for a moment ignited a sense of wrongness in his mind. Like something of this caliber should not exist.

Still, he had to shake off that feeling and return to the present, seeing the monsters charging. For a brief instant he was pulling the gun at the xeno charging the young woman, but then he saw the same frail woman cut the beast down with expert precision.

"I think I'm in love", he muttered to himself, his attention turned to the screeching monstrosity rushing him. Before he could even think, instinct took over and the gun spoke, three times. One in the brainpan, two in the chest. The creature shrieked in agony, but kept coming, its rubbery skin burning where the heated plasma shots had made an impact.

"Holy shit", Cutter muttered just as the alien's spiny tail jumped towards him. He barely managed to avoid the strike that made the wall behind him crack, and his left hand pulled out one of the knives. Using that same momentum, the blade went up in a powerful arch and cut into the creature's extended tail, cutting it almost half-way. The wounded creature shrieked in pain, waving its tail about. It rose up from all fours, its neck exposed.

The gun spoke, heated plasma hiting the creature's exposed throat, burning unarmored flesh, turning the creature's windpipe into a mass of evaporating tissue.
The Free Priesthood
27-11-2008, 14:04
OOC **** I'm late to the party again. Ignore this if it's too late for me to join.

Arena Name: Deadmeat
History: Although second level TFP diplomats get lots of training in unarmed combat, they're pretty easy to capture because they're required to be unarmed... This one flew her little ship into the wrong neighborhood.
Skills: Unarmed combat only, very fast and lightweight, sharp teeth, fast healing, and poison resistant... but rather weak.
Appearance: Snow white skin, purple hair, 160cm.
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Fir!nan hybrid.

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**** my head hurts. Where the **** am I? Who the **** am I? AAAARGH! What did that last question do to me? I'm sure I've never had this feeling before. Guess I'll have to ask someone else instead of myself. I open my mouth and try to speak, but only a whisper comes out and nobody hears it. Is my collarbox switched off? This is not my collar! Damnit the bastards took my collarbox! How am I supposed to speak now? Others are trying to speak to what appear to be guards, and the only thing it brings them is pain. Oh well, never mind my voice then.

**** I really have to take a ****. Where do I do that? I guess I'll just use this corner here. What's this? A jar? Why would I stuff a jar up my... Let's see what is in it. Grey powder. It sticks to my skin. Yikes! it spreads. It gets into my eyes, my ears, into everything. Something tells me I have to take off my clothes. I won't miss these ugly rags. What the ****? I can see through myself. Also my skin feels really tough now.

Somehow the guards didn't notice I went missing. They take some of the others away. Maybe I should follow them if I want to get out of this.

...

Bad idea. What do I do, stay out of the way of these monsters or try to help the others? I have a heart... Also, I'm not sure but it seems the things can hear or smell me...
I watch what the others do and make up a strategy. I jump over one of the beasts, bite its tail off and start bashing it with that. Now it's really pissed off... I slam the tail against it's head one more time, throw it in the direction of one of the other monsters and get the hell out of the way.
Ustio North
27-11-2008, 16:26
Pyro stood, observing the creatures. One came close.

Too close.

As it lashed out at him with it's tail, he swung the steel blade into it, slicing straight through it. Another one made a beeline for him, and the blade swung through it too, splattering him with it's blood. Another one came, but one came from behind as well. As he swung the sword into the first one, the second knocked the sword from his hands. It flew through the air, stabbing into the ground some distance from him. The creature landed too, between Pyro and the sword. He flexed his hands, staring down the creature. It snarled, then ran and leaped at him.

As it left the ground, Pyro opened his hands. Blue fire (http://heroeswiki.com/images/e/ea/Powers_Peter_blue_fire.jpg) appeared around his hands. Thrusting them towards the leaping alien, a jet of blue flame sprayed from his hands, engulfing the creature in fire. It fell to the ground, blackened.

Pyro didn't stop to look at what he'd just done, he was well on his way, grabbing his sword as he went.
The United Fleets
27-11-2008, 20:17
More aliens come forth, swarming in from trap doors, and screeching as they charged ahead, trying to rip apart the contestants. As above the voice sounded off again.

Oooooh. Ladies and Gentlemen! That one had to hurt! It looks like these buggers know what their doing! Oh look, just took the tail off and beat it to death! What is it with these people and the spike? Oooh more critters are on the way folks! Perhaps now would be a good time to place your bets before the match is over!
North Calaveras
27-11-2008, 21:14
Legion put on a roman stylized armor and grabbed a Gladius and shield and ran out into the arena where the battle had almost begun without him. He met up with one of the aliens which looked pretty nasty to him. The creature slashed at his shield, leaving scrape marks on the metal. Legion danced with the creature before waiting for the xeno to throw its tail like a spear at him, he turned to the side and sliced it off, making the creature scream and jump on him. He struggled with the alien for a moment, the creature slashed at his leather armor, tearing it open and giving him a slight cut on his ribs before he was able to roll over on top of it and drive his steel into the beasts chest, he twisted and its ribs crunched and cracked. Legion then stood up and saw the other contestans......"What is this place?...." he said as he absorbed the noise of the battle and crowds, things seemed to be moving in slow motion.
The Great Lord Tiger
27-11-2008, 21:41
he turned to the side and sliced it off, making the creature cream and jump on him.

: Ewww... SIGGING

Beast found herself fending off the alien beings, seemingly endless; a clearing in the crowd of monsters revealed gates spawning more. An announcer declared something about betting, and Beast, despite her relative daze, felt a distinct sinking feeling at the words. The creatures had ripped multiple gashes in her already, and more were undoubtedly forthcoming; it was only her apparent skill with the large knife and sharp alien tail that she held in her hands that kept her from succumbing. Her limbs were a blur of motion, fast but not fast enough, and she begged to herself for release as yet another group of xenomorphs set their sights on her.
Ustio North
27-11-2008, 21:48
he turned to the side and sliced it off, making the creature cream and jump on him


OOC::hail: Same Here
The United Fleets
27-11-2008, 22:10
The swarm of monsters had turned into a trickle as the hatchs cut off entrance into the arena, shutting up tightly. The creatures were dead or dieing, some still crawling, unrelenting, trying to attack the contestants. A few still standing were put down by the captives, who beat them into pulps themselves.

Ladies and gentlemen! Unthinkable! The contestants have put down a army of creatures! Contestants! Return to the Blood Pit, and rest. Or you can aquire your bonus, and put down the competition...

The announcer trailed off as the bunch of people were stareing back at the contestants, bewildered.
The Free Priesthood
27-11-2008, 22:58
Deadmeats thoughts, continued...

I got hit quite a few times, but something is fixing me from the inside. Strange. I have a feeling I should take care not to lose too much blood.

I have two problems. Right now, I'm "competition" to be eliminated. And on the long term, I lack entertainment value because the audience can't see me and I'm not as good at killing things as the others are.

Oh, another problem, that creature tasted horrible and I don't want to throw up.

I return to this "Blood Pit", I have no desire to put down anyone. I even feel a little guilty about the creatures I harmed. Didn't someone important tell me to only kill for food? I don't really remember.

I wonder if anyone is aware I'm here at all. Oh hey, wanting to be visible makes me visible... and rather naked... The crowd cheers, I guess I don't need to worry about anyone not knowing I'm here now! Back to invisibility... Why are people still looking in my direction? ... The collar! They can see the collar. I can't get this thing off and I have a hunch that if I try harder it's going to explode or something.
Northern Rangeria
27-11-2008, 23:07
Cutter cursed as he got up on his legs again. Before he had managed to slice the last beast's throat, the bugger had slammed his tail on him, knocking the air out of his lungs. He pressed his hand on his side, feeling the broken rib. He would live, but he'd have to be careful not to let the others notice.

His eyes jumped around, watching the other contestants, and the throng of aliens and other captives on the other side. Slowly he put his blades back to the belt he had taken from the wall, and holstered his plasma pistol. The meter on it was already on the orange, telling that he'd have to refrain from using it, lest the plasma cell overheat and explode.

Antiquated alien crap, he muttered in his mind as he looked at his "companions", seeing what they would do. He also looked at the other group, ready to fight if they would start one.
The Great Lord Tiger
27-11-2008, 23:22
Beast's muscle memory only lasted so far as to twirl the knife around as she tucked it into her sash, an unintentional flourish but likely impressive. Then, the gravity of her situation smashed into her like a bag of bricks.

She threw down the bloody appendage that she had wielded in combat against the creatures, and looked around. There were about a half-dozen ravished carcasses in her vicinity, a group of other horribly-clothed fighters in the arena, and a shouting crowd of spectators. Bewilderment struck her again, and she clutched at the suddenly flaming gash on her thigh. Bonus? Put down?

"No more fighting," she said, out of breath, to no one in particular; just as well, for her words were unheard over the roars of the crowd.
The Free Priesthood
27-11-2008, 23:44
Deadmeat wondered how to communicate with the others in the Blood Pit. Invisible AND mute. Nice going. Perhaps she could make only her head and hands visible? - yes, that worked. Now at least the others could talk to her, and she could show agreement or disagreement and maybe a few other signs.

She nodded at Beast, said "hello" (unable to produce an audible word of course), pointed at her own mouth, and shook her head. Hello, I'm mute. Also, I'm a floating head and hands, but I hope that doesn't make you want to kill me...
The United Fleets
28-11-2008, 00:34
OOC: I'd kill you. Wait. That wouldn't make her feel any better.

IC:

The bonus obviously forfeit, besides perhaps a slight thought or two from the murderous Metallic, a second gateway opened, allowing the other fighters to exit the Arena. When all of the other contestants had gone inside the Blood Pit, the huge gateway closed, a boom echoing around the chamber within.

OOC: JFYI The Great Lord Tiger, there WAS ammo. Ammo aplenty. Though I didn't intend to include plasma weapons in the first list. Ah well. Its just a outdated blaster.


IC:

A doorway slammed open. A rough curse sounded off as the man strode in, flanked by two guards. He stopped in front of the women who wielded a bloody dirk. Glareing down at her, his cold gray eyes giving her no more then a hostile glance, he looked over at the other contestants. The guards beside him looked a little uneasy.

"You." He pointed at the women before him. "Beast." He went down the line of contestants. Before him. "Legion...Metallic...Pyro...Cutter...Deadmeat." At the last name he smirked slightly, which could only make him seem meaner. "Those are your new names. Don't like 'em, you can ram your weapon down your throat for all I care. In fact, that might be a better option to what is before you."

The man looked down the line and back at Beast again, backing up a few steps.

"I am Captain Gaweir Orsidious. I don't have time to babysit you munchkins, so open your ears you sorry bunch of mutts!"

He glared at each of them with the same intensity. "You are here, to win. Or more specificly, to not die, for as long as possible. Everyday, you have to get through three matchs, afterwhich, the contestant quarters, through that door, will open up to the happiest moment of your day. Dinner time. And then sleep, or whatever the hell you wish to do in sparse space that you shall call home. Today, you get off lucky. Only one match. Deposit your weapons and arms and whatever crap you have on you on the table. It'll still be there when you wake up and rub the sand out of your eyes scum.

"Now when you are inside, there will be four areas. The first opens up into the Quarter Mess, where the lovely slop you'll be eating is served. From there, the common area, newly refubished, is located. Leading from there, are two corridors, one to the Dormitory for each gender. You have two hours to talk, and eight hours to sleep. If I or any of my men see you sneaking around, I'll put you down like the dogs you are. I know its been said before, but welcome to Bloodsport. The fucking happiest, I mean bloodiest, place in the Arm."

The man turned around, and exited with his flanking guards, who looked back with slightly interested expressions. A few more guards entered, flinging a person inside the room. Then fleeing, closeing the huge doorway behind them.
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"Sonuvabich!" The man rubbed his head, as he had landed face first. Standing up he looked around the chamber at the people before him. "Crap."

OOC:

Arena Name: Templar

History: Fleet Pact Marine, picked up drifting in an escape pod with a crushed alien head, roughed up armour, and a standard combat knife. Grew up in one of Rhines Megacities, and escaped the rampant criminal labor gangs, or the trouble making regular ones, to serve as a Marine. That didn't go well, after his cruiser was ambushed by pirates, and he had to dash to an escape pod to get off the looted ship.

Appearance: Gray eyes, strong build, 6'2''

Skills: Weapons Training; Plasma Tech: Repeaters, Pistols, Carbines, Cannons. Hand to Hand Combat;-Melee Weapon Training.

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Marine Strain. Can interface with Armour better then a standard Human, Marine strain enhancements.

I'm in.
The Great Lord Tiger
28-11-2008, 01:02
Watching the closed door unseeingly, Beast -- now a name known by the woman it adorned -- sighed heavily. She was little more than a slave, an animal, even, to be entered into a fight for the benefit of a crowd, a crowd that cared not for what she had been but what she had become: entertainment.

Throwing her knife onto the table, Beast thought over what Orsidious had told the group. She found herself looking at her hands for perhaps the third time since... since she could remember. Who am I?, she thought bitterly to herself. Have I been here always? I know that a human must be raised from childhood, but why do I have no memories before my awakening mere hours ago? She flexed her fingers, looked around at the rest of her fellow battlers, then tilted her head slightly.

I wonder... With a flash of movement, her hand suddenly flipped palm-downward. Inquisitively, she pursed her lips. Looking down, she noticed a rock of some sort, and picked it up. Without really realizing what she was doing, she began intricate twirling flourishes around her hand, the stone never stopping its movement as it went between her fingers, around the back of her hand, her wrist -- everywhere, in an amazingly precise dance.

As suddenly as the sense of ability had come, it was gone, and the rock fell from her hand as she began another cycle. She shook her head. If she could but remember who -- and what she was...

: Fleets, INC TG
Ameriganastan
28-11-2008, 01:48
OOC:sorry i haven't said anything in a while.i was asleep.Thanksgiving nap.

"Metallic.i like the sound of that.Very....evil.But damn if that wasn't fun.Especially you beast, you went nuts" *He returned his limbs and his torso to their original shapes, and Popped his left arm right out of the socket, laying it on the ground* "Vicious little bastard almost wrecked this thing.Nothing a little Metallic magic wont fix though" *His remaining limb produced a small group of repair tools.He quickly went to work, cutting here, rewiring there.After a few minutes he reconnected it...trying not to scream as he did* "Damn.Why does that always hurt?"
Northern Rangeria
28-11-2008, 02:11
OOC: Sorry about the plasma pistol, then. I thought about it and decided to just make it a lousy piece of battle-worn, antiquated crap. Besides, might be fun if it someday blows up.

IC:

"Hey. Beast."

The tall man with laser burns on his shoulder looked at the young woman. "Whatcha lookin' at?" he asked, his voice calm, though he spoke in hushed tones as he placed his two knives and their belt on the table. He slowly removed his plasma pistol from its holster, sensing more than hearing the guards' weapons powering up. He tilted the weapon down, and with a click removed the top of the plasma compartment.

"Son of a bitch...", he muttered when he saw the plasma cell. Damn thing was overheating... If he had left the cell in its compartment, it might have blown up later on. With his nails, he managed to pry the cell up enough to pull it out quickly, but yet he cursed when the cell burnt his finger tips. He placed the cell quickly down, sucking on his thumb and index finger as he placed the gun down again...
The United Fleets
28-11-2008, 02:32
Templar stood up awkwardly, rubbing his face. "The crap?" Templar said as he pushed past Cutter easily, and opened the door leading into the room mentioned by Orsidious. Inside was a classic concept of a army messhall, minus the angry, disgusting cook on the other side of the counter, or the clueless army grunt. Templar stepped inside, and hopped over the counter, instictively pulling on a hair net. "Come and eat guys!"

The food in question, was, thankfully not the 'slop' mentioned by Orsidious, but it did happen to look rather dull. Shredded wheat, questionable meats, and sickly sweet pink and blue yogurts were included among the things in the mess line.
Ralkovia
28-11-2008, 02:40
Arena Name: Bella
History: Palace guard who was ambushed and sold. She is often used by the guards as a pleasure women since she can shape shift into their species.

Skills: involuntary shapeshifter, has to be touching the creature though
Appearance: Changes but takes the shape of a human woman
Gender: Female
Race: Ralkovian
Ameriganastan
28-11-2008, 05:24
*Metallic eyed the one known as Bella before making his way to the mess* "Fill the plate man.And if theres any booze back there, just give me the bottle"
The United Fleets
28-11-2008, 06:02
"Booze..." Templar eyed Metallic absently. "You can't be serious." A tray was filled with a ranged pile of things. Handing the tray over, Templar rubbed his hands. "Please enjoy our fine selection of drinks. We have, water, water, and, more water! Hopefully it isn't dirty either." Templar pointed at a large metal barrel in the corner of the room, where water dripped from a faucet at one end of it. Templar dropped a cup on Metallics plate, and waved him on. "Move along, nothing to see here."

OOC:

Your a gladiator taken against your will, and you expect any booze to be laying around? Why sure. You want a beer, go smash down the CEO's door, and politely ask for one of his very fine vintages of wine. No. Scratch that. You might really try.
Ameriganastan
28-11-2008, 08:22
OOC:my guys a tad bit stupid.thats why he asked for booze.because hes a moron.

IC: Water? This is bull man.2 weeks ago i was on a rim world, getting wasted with some hookers.Now I'm stuck here, with shitty food, and a bunch of dudes.Mom always told me about karma, but did i listen? Nope" *He took a cup of water and sat down, eating with a very annoyed look on his face*
The Free Priesthood
28-11-2008, 10:08
So I'm called Deadmeat now. I guess they don't expect me to get very far then. Crap.

Deadmeat looked at the food, not really sure if she wanted to touch any of it. Is any of that edible for me? I think I'm a carnivore, I should try the meat. She didn't like the taste of it. At least the water was okay, not as bad as some she had to drink on her missions. Maybe they'll make us fight something that tastes better than those creatures of today.

Deadmeat was trained to disable her first few opponents and then run away before any others would arrive. Not a style of fighting that would work very well in this environment, where the second part of that plan wasn't possible. She couldn't use weapons, she didn't know how to handle the sharp ones and wasn't strong enough to use the heavy ones. Besides, carrying a weapon would make her more visible. Maybe she could cooperate with someone, but then she would first have to solve the communication problem.

I'm dead meat indeed.

She wanted to pray, but the question who her god was was too closely linked to her identity. There was that strange awful feeling again. Perhaps this was fear?
Ustio North
28-11-2008, 12:47
OOC: I'm guessing there's some sort of practice area?

Pyro stood in the training area. There were a few targets set up at the far end of the room. He had been there a while, and it showed: the targets wer blackened and burnt.
He let off another jet of fire at them

"Pyro?" he thought "Very apt"
Ameriganastan
28-11-2008, 21:57
*Metallic strolled into the training room, still looking rather angry.Ignoring Pyro, and the burning smell, he grabbed a training dummy, and commenced Smashing it into the wall, the floor, and another training dummy, until it was a pile of splinters* "Ah.I fell much better.Oh hey uh....fire guy.Didn't see you there." *He made his way out, looking much more happy*
Ralkovia
28-11-2008, 22:02
Bella sat frightened looking at the rest of them,"How did I get myself into this," she said to herself frightened. A guard smiled at her and she could only hide, he was one of the first to take advantage of her ability to shapeshift into other species.
Northern Rangeria
28-11-2008, 22:47
Cutter had put aside his weapons and now sat in the messroom, his back to the wall. He ate silently, but his eyes kept scanning the place, as if trying to figure out what to make of the other people present.

Noticing the frightened-looking woman and the guard's leer at her, his fingers tightened around the metal cup he was drinking from. If it weren't for these collars, he thought to himself, bemusing with the prospect of breaking the guard's teeth...
Ralkovia
28-11-2008, 22:58
She looked away from the guard and tried to make herself as small as possible by huddling in the corner. The guard left his most and walked over to her,"Bella Bella Bella, you know everyday is the same routine."

Bella got up and ran, not ready to have another session with the guard. She tried to escape but the guard kept up with her pushing several gladiators out of the way with his 4 large arms.
Ustio North
28-11-2008, 23:42
She looked away from the guard and tried to make herself as small as possible by huddling in the corner. The guard left his most and walked over to her,"Bella Bella Bella, you know everyday is the same routine."

Bella got up and ran, not ready to have another session with the guard. She tried to escape but the guard kept up with her pushing several gladiators out of the way with his 4 large arms.

Pyro saw the exchange. As Bella passed him, the guard came close. He stepped out into the guards path, holding his fist up, the blue flame flickering around it

"A word to the wise, friend" he said, his voice cold and emotionless "Don't"
Ralkovia
28-11-2008, 23:44
(do you guys where like electric colors or something?)
Ustio North
28-11-2008, 23:50
(do you guys where like electric colors or something?)

OOC: I think so, but I didn't actually harm the guard, so I don't think there'll be a problem.
Ralkovia
28-11-2008, 23:53
(whoops *collars
Ok)


"I suggest you move out of my way. I am not inclined to waiting," the guard said flexing his four arms before shoving the man out of the way and grabbing bella. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO," she said crying as he dragged her towards the guards private quarters.
Ustio North
28-11-2008, 23:56
(whoops *collars
Ok)


"I suggest you move out of my way. I am not inclined to waiting," the guard said flexing his four arms before shoving the man out of the way and grabbing bella. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO," she said crying as he dragged her towards the guards private quarters.

Pyro picked himself up, following the route the guard took to his quarters. He kicked the door open, grabbing the guard and throwing him against the wall

"Your hearing all right?" he asked, picking him up and holding him against the wall, his burning fist raised "I said Don't"
Ralkovia
29-11-2008, 00:07
The guard nodded, looking at his fist."Take her," he said almost wetting himself.
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 01:46
Legion swung his blade slashing open the dummys throat before swinging and cutting its guts out. He grunted as he steel was swung with immense stregth. " Legion huh....how come I feel as if there are others like me out there and there trying to reach me.." He thought. The clone memorys were being supressed and when he tried to reach them a pain was his reply. He threw down his shield and sword and assumed his hand to hand combat stance, which Legion had no idea where he learned it. It was similar to mixed martial arts, featuring more boxing that anything else. Legion smashed the dummys head in with a right hand before kicking it in the ribs. He was quiet and didn't pay much attention to the others.
The United Fleets
29-11-2008, 01:55
OOC:

Pfft. I'm the only one using the NPC's around here! You guys have plenty of fellow players, use them as Plot points, or just be patiant and wait for me to drag in some faceless NPC's. And four arms? What is this? Mortal Kombat? *Grumble, grumble, mutter*

IC:

Templar grabbed Pyro by the shoulder and flipped him onto his back, taking lift of the Pyromaniac with ease. The guard scrambled away. Templar was bear inchs away from Pyros face as he likely tried to respond to the quick motion and the following pain.

"Never do something stupid like that again!" Snarled Templar, anger building up to near uncontainable levels. "That Guard might have stopped being stupid enough to realise that one push of a button and your brain would have been fried!" Templar snarled again, lifting Pyro up by the collar. "Keep out of the way, or I'll crush you myself. We don't need more problems." Templar glared at Bella as his grip slackend on Pyro, dropping him.

"And stop acting so damn helpless! Don't try and hide in corners, it makes the pigs feel all the bigger. Now get!" Templar left the room, slamming the door and returning to the contestant quarters.

A distant scream sounded off further away from Bella and Pyro. "Metallic!"

"Get the fuck back here! You don't tear apart the training area!"
The Great Lord Tiger
29-11-2008, 02:13
Beast nervously spooned up mouthfuls of the gruel being served in the cafeteria. She made an effort to exhibit no visible signs of nervousness or fear; as the one called Templar had said, such things would only encourage these... beasts. Smiling to herself about the irony of that statement, despite everything else, Beast set herself back to combing her mind. Every time she tried to enter her memories, there was some sort of wall there, as well as a twinging ache in what seemed to be every pain receptor on her body. Obviously, there was something going on that kept her from reaching her life memories. But.

But she was able to enter something that she was already mentally calling her "practical memory", a repository of all sorts of things that she couldn't see herself needing. Why would she have the ability to throw a knife accurately out to 20 meters? Why were there an easy 50 sequences she could 'play' in her mind of knife-fighting, taking into account an opponent's weaponry -- even projectiles -- and their movements? How did she know the exact amount of energy to snap a neck, along with where to apply the pressure?

She sighed, slurping up another spoonful of the nutrients. Her life, whatever it had been, was about to become more difficult. She recalled the hands that had appeared in midair, waving at her, beneath a collar. An invisible "contestant"? Whoever it was, they might know something about what was going on -- they couldn't have destroyed the memories of everyone competing...
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 02:24
Legion sat next to Beast, eating his meal, if that's what these people called it. He spooned the food into his mouth, his hair was shiny and wet from a breif shower. This place was impressive, if must have taken up some resources to get this contest going. Either it was a government or some kind of consortium. Whatever it was, he was now a part of it, and it was apart of him.
The United Fleets
29-11-2008, 03:54
Templar gave up his fruitless search for the Cyborg. Curseing loudly, he pretty much kicked open the door into the Quarter Mess. Pulling up a seat across from Legion and Beast, he took a sip from a metal cup of water he had grabbed from the counter. "Theres something wrong with this picture. Don't you think?" The question was kind of shocking, as the way Templar said, implied that he wasn't exactly nervous at all.

"The place I mean? Even I can tell that most of this stuff would be a waste of things. Unless there really were that many people paying to watch for blood. But it just seems so unlikely. How can you gather enough people to pay for all this? And the worst part is, what if this isn't the only one? This Bloodsport? For that matter, there could be several Pits here, where-ever here IS."

Templar finished off his water. "It just seems to out of place."
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 03:59
Legion nodded to Templar " I don't understand this either, but until I know what's going on I'm going to do anything it takes to survive...even if it means killing you both...no offense." He said before drinking some water and taking another bite.
The Great Lord Tiger
29-11-2008, 04:06
Beast fixed her dark eyes on Templar, her expression deadpan. "I would just as soon hope that no others are being subjected to our horrors... but as you say, the situation implies otherwise." Turning to Legion, a sad smile forming on her face. "I do hope that you have maintained more of your humanity than that." She gripped her temples with the crux of her thumb and index finger, easing away a sudden ache. That had taken her back to her memories -- a bad place to be. Still, she looked at the two men, frowning. "Do either of you... have memories? Of a time or place before we awoke in that cell?"

She glanced around for guards of any sort. Seeing none and shaking her head, she focused instead on Templar. "You were thrown in from the outside. Do you remember anything?" Her tone had become earnest, the heat of her former lifestyle draining out of her, unknowingly, again. "I feel that, if we could just remember who we were, we could leave this place. Or at least know why we're here."
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 04:21
Legion shook his head " I can't remember anything before I woke up in the cell, Ive been having some memorys but they are of combat training and the sorts, nothign of my past though."
The United Fleets
29-11-2008, 04:38
"No bits about my life. As you say, just ways on how to disembowl enemys correctly with only a standard length knife, or how to maintain a Plasma Repeater, and the faintest hint on how to handle...some kind of vehicle, or more then one. But I do remember some blurry things about codes, floating data, likely to immense to erase completely. I look at it for prolonged time in the back of my head, and the only thing I can figure out is...that its bad. Real bad. Why its bad, I can't tell. Nothin' else. No faces. No locations. Just, a huge void. Of doom!" Templar's eyes went wide in mock-surprise.

"No such luck as you would say yourself."
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 04:43
OCC: Im bored, throw someting at my char
Ameriganastan
29-11-2008, 04:49
*He jerked awake from his nap.He had made himself a nice little spot....by punching a large hole in the wall.Yawning, he Sluggishly walked into the mess* "What do you want Templar? "I'm trying to take a nap here"
The United Fleets
29-11-2008, 05:03
A chair hit Metallic square in the face, knocking him over depite himself at the force it was thrown with. "Fix it damn you!" Three more nearby chairs were thrown Metallics way while Templar cursed some more. Templar jumped over the Table, procedeing to chase Metallic out of the room...

OOC:

And no you can't break Templar's face in. This is where the forced comic relief comes in.
Ameriganastan
29-11-2008, 05:05
*Any other day, he would have torn a man dumb enough to attack him in two, but seeing the circumstances, he made his way to his hole, quickly stacking the bricks back up* "Touchy much?"
Ameriganastan
29-11-2008, 08:38
*He finished fixing the wall, snorting with contempt.Seeing nothing else to do, he decided to get in legions conversation* "I remember everything up until a few days ago.I was doing some crippling for a few mobsters....i mean i was picking up a package, and then BOOM!, it all goes blank.Next thing i remember i woke here."
The Free Priesthood
29-11-2008, 09:43
There was an interesting conversation going on over there. Deadmeat made her head and hands visible again, anything more would either be too freaky or too distracting for the males. She pointed at her head, then made a shrugging gesture with her palms up while shaking her head. I don't remember anything either. She made some angry gestures at her collar. I think it's because of this thing.
The Great Lord Tiger
29-11-2008, 10:07
Beast glanced over to the side of the room, where a disembodied head now floated. Performing a slight double take, she cautiously walked over to where the being gesticulated.

"You're the one who tried to make contact with me before, in the Blood Pit, aren't you?" Beast asked softly. "And you are the one called Deadmeat, correct? Who -- no, what -- are you?" Beast examined what she could see, which were the face and hands of pure white skin and a shock of purple hair. There was something distinctly inhuman about it.

: Priesthood, do you have any pics at all that would give an idea of what a Fir!nan looks like? Or, if not, is it an anthro? If so, is it feline? Canine? It's left sort of ambiguous. Is Deadmeat digitigrade (reverse joints)? More info plz kthx bai.
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 10:40
Legion walked past them, finishing chewing his food. He licked his lips before walking over to the corner of the room, sitting down and playing with his thumbs. His ears were alert, listing to Beast talk to Preisthood.
The Free Priesthood
29-11-2008, 10:51
OOC

I really need to make some drawings sometime, I know. Fir!nans look and move mostly like humans, except for the white skin, blue hair, large dark eyes and scary teeth. Hybrids (like Deadmeat) are in between humans and that, rather cute once you get used to the look. And no, they weren't created "that" way :P .

From a distance you might mistake a hybrid for a human with painted hair and skin, from nearby you would notice the eyes are shaped more like those of a cat (round pupil though), the nose is a bit too small, and they almost never show their teeth when smiling (for an obvious reason). The body looks more or less human, five fingers on hands and everything.

IC

Deadmeat smiled at Beast. Finally someone notices me. She nodded in reply to the first two questions, and frowned when the third was asked. Can't you ask something that is easier to explain in gestures?

She moved closer to Beast and spoke into her ear. "I'm a human-fir!nan hybrid. I can't speak for very long when I have to shout like now. The bastards took my amplifier." It didn't sound like much more than a whisper, but Deadmeat held her throat as if she had hurt it by screaming.
North Calaveras
29-11-2008, 11:05
Legion looked up at Beast and then to Deadmeat "What are you doing, how are you cloaked?" He said leaning his head to the side slighty.
Ustio North
29-11-2008, 11:42
OOC:


IC:

Templar grabbed Pyro by the shoulder and flipped him onto his back, taking lift of the Pyromaniac with ease. The guard scrambled away. Templar was bear inchs away from Pyros face as he likely tried to respond to the quick motion and the following pain.

"Never do something stupid like that again!" Snarled Templar, anger building up to near uncontainable levels. "That Guard might have stopped being stupid enough to realise that one push of a button and your brain would have been fried!" Templar snarled again, lifting Pyro up by the collar. "Keep out of the way, or I'll crush you myself. We don't need more problems." Templar glared at Bella as his grip slackend on Pyro, dropping him.


"Like i've got anything to live for" growled Pyro as Templar held him up. After Templar had left, he turned to Bella

"You alright?" he asked
The Free Priesthood
29-11-2008, 12:47
Legion looked up at Beast and then to Deadmeat "What are you doing, how are you cloaked?" He said leaning his head to the side slighty.

Deadmeat held her hand above a table, and willed the gray powder to flow off her hand. The skin of her hand was even more white than before. She cloaked the rest of herself, her uncovered hand remained visible. Deadmeat touched the tiny pile of powder on the table, which responded as if it was alive and quickly covered her hand to make it invisible too.

Ending the demonstration, she made her head and hands visible again, and nodded to Legion. That's how.

OOC you need a Fir!nan nervous system to be able to control this stuff, it's useless powder to everyone else, you won't even be able to make it stick to use it as armor.
The Great Lord Tiger
29-11-2008, 15:59
"Shout?" Beast's eyebrows drew down. "Perhaps it is, to you, but it is but a whisper to me." She looked down at the petite alien being, scratching her head in confusion. "There are no guards here. Could you show us the rest of your physical appearance? I must say, I have never seen a being that was even partially non-human -- although, to be honest, my memory is a bit fuzzy."
The Free Priesthood
29-11-2008, 16:33
Deadmeat showed most of herself, but kept everything that would be 'interesting' to a male human hidden. Those gaps made her look even weirder than the floating head and hands she was before. She looked like a well trained but still feminine human, except for the snowwhite skin and - how odd - no navel.
To explain what she wasn't showing, she pointed at the gaps, drew an '=' in the air and then pointed at Beast. That's the same and you can figure out why I'm not showing it.

Deadmeat thought of something interesting to show, she bit her arm and showed the wounds her teeth had left. Half a minute later, her arm looked exactly like it did before she bit it, no scars or any other sign there had been damage.

That was enough showing off, she returned to pretending to be a floating head. Pretty neat huh? I wonder what tricks you can do.
Ameriganastan
29-11-2008, 23:40
*Metallic watched the woman vanish, and started thinking, a small something coming back to him* "Uh....spectrum change....infrared mode?" *His right eye flickered, giving him an infrared view of all the people in the room* "Cool.I forgot it did that.Wow Deadmeat, i can see why you were hiding those.Not bad."
The Great Lord Tiger
29-11-2008, 23:52
Without a word, Beast went over to where the mechanical man stood, examining the space below Deadmeat's head, and in one literally lightning-fast movement knocked his knees out, grabbing his head in her hands and leaning over him so that her mouth was next to his ear.

"You will behave like a gentleman," Beast said quietly into his ear, eyes on the blushing* female face that hovered in front of them. "Or else I snap your neck -- and we'll see just how 'metallic' you are with a busted spine."

* First of all, sorry if it's a Godmod to you, and I'm not sure if your thingy blushes. If not, then she must be looking bashful or embarrassed in some capacity...
Ameriganastan
30-11-2008, 01:54
*He gulped, and nodded in agreement* "Spectrum change, regular view mode" *All that was left was her floating head* "Can you let me go now?"
The United Fleets
30-11-2008, 06:51
"Yes Beast, perhaps it would be best to leave the poor bastard alone for now. You can use his hide as a shield when shit hits the fan." Templar stood beside the rather, dangerous women, glareing at Metallic. "You forgot to clean up the Training Room." A chair hung in one of Templars hands, ready to be thrown.
Ameriganastan
30-11-2008, 08:52
"Yeah, yeah, no need to waste any more furniture on my head.Hey Deadmeat, come and see me sometime.I'll turn that invisible face red" *He quickly ran to the training room before beast could get a hold of him again*
The Free Priesthood
30-11-2008, 10:05
OOC Nope they don't blush.

If she would still have had her voice amplifying collarbox, Deadmeat would have thrown an insult at Metallic. Without her voice, she couldn't do this, and she suspected Metallic might be turned on by having insults whispered in his ear. She wasn't sure what to do instead and looked awfully confused. Beast seemed to interpret it as embarrassment, and an excuse to hurt him. That wasn't good, they'd better save their energy for the fights in the arena.

Hey Deadmeat, come and see me sometime.I'll turn that invisible face red

Deadmeat pretended to be holding some short stick by one end, bared her dangerous looking teeth and snapped her jaws shut near her hand as if biting off what she was holding. Her teeth made an awful "CHACK" noise that would make the men imagine some pain in their privates. She gave Metallic the finger and turned back to the others, a satisfied grin on her face.
North Calaveras
30-11-2008, 21:42
Legion laid in his bunk with the door open. He could hear the others outside as well as see them everytime they passed his door. He then rolled over and decided to take a little nap, they could kill eachother in the other room, but at least he would get some peace and quiet from there bickering.
The Great Lord Tiger
30-11-2008, 22:04
Grinning, Beast let the cyborg fall to the ground. "It seems your crush there has more balls than you do, Rusty. Don't be angry, it's just the way of the universe." Unconsciously, she looked up at the roof. "When do we fight again?" she asked aloud. "If we could but do it, I would be fine, but we have to endure this waiting."
The Free Priesthood
30-11-2008, 22:35
Deadmeat pressed her hands together, tilted her head and rested it on top of them. Get some sleep.

I'm pretty sure tomorrow they'll make us fight something worse than they did today, and I don't want to be tired when I will have to defend myself against it.

She nicked a glass to contain her nanoarmor (the gray stuff) while showering.
North Calaveras
30-11-2008, 22:43
Legion woke up shivering. A nightmare of some kind, he tried to think about it but it hurt. He stood up and walked around, it was dark as people were starting to go to sleep. The corridors only had dim lighting and he went into the mess hall. All was dark except for a small blue light that illumited most of the table slightly. He sat down and began to sip some alien drink.
Ameriganastan
01-12-2008, 00:13
*Metallic finally finished piecing the training dummy back together* "Smug bastard.The second i get this damn collar thing off, I'm gonna beat HIS ass with a chair.And maybe a table to" *He hopped into a bunk and sighed* "I need some more action.Its getting dull down here" *He quickly dozed off, his glowing eye flickering off*
Ameriganastan
01-12-2008, 04:49
*Metallic woke from his nap in a cold sweat* "Damn.I ain't never gonna stop having that dream am i?" *He hopped out of bed and made his way back to the training room,practicing his hand to hand on the recently fixed training dummy* "I just had to do it.Answer a message from some nut job old man" *He started punching harder* "Travel 5 planets away and what do i get?" *He started making dents* "I get turned into his little guinea pig.Small cybernetic replacement.Small my ass!" *He popped the dummies head off, sending it halfway across the room* "Bastard"
North Calaveras
01-12-2008, 04:52
Legion heard Metallic slamming the dummys. He just shook his head and took another drink. His eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting and it was mostly quiet. Legion thought " I guess I'm just going to have to fight my way out of this..."
Ameriganastan
01-12-2008, 06:21
*He trudged into the mess, picking splinters out of his fingers* "Oh, hey Legion.Sorry about the noise.Just a small outburst was all.
North Calaveras
01-12-2008, 06:22
Legion turned " Don't talk to me like you know me, you fool, we can all die and your playing games." He said staring into space.
Ameriganastan
01-12-2008, 07:20
"That wasn't a game prick.Thats me burying a rather troubling memory through violence.Wanna know the memory?" *He held his arms up* "It involves these and a crazy old man.So bite me"
North Calaveras
01-12-2008, 07:25
Legion shook his head before standing up to go get some late night pie with milk before sitting back down. As he chewed he said " I don't need to know your "memory" I'm having enough trouble with mine."
Ameriganastan
01-12-2008, 07:40
*He tried not to ask, but he couldn't resist* "Alright Mr. moody, whats bugging you?"
North Calaveras
01-12-2008, 07:42
Legion " Oh nothing only this huge gaping hole of pain inside my brain...." He finished his pie. " I feel as if I need to be somewhere else"
Ameriganastan
01-12-2008, 07:51
"Suck it up.I'm sure once we get done with this arena thing, they'll give us our memories back"

OOC:I'm going to bed.
North Calaveras
01-12-2008, 07:54
Legion laughed inside his head "Ya right" he told himself. They would probably kill them and toss there bodys to a nearby moon. He sighed and went back to lay down. From there he drifted off into a deep sleep.
Ustio North
01-12-2008, 18:11
Pyro had returned to *his room*. He lay on the bed, making fireballs with his hands, the flames casting a blue glow on the room

OOC: Assuming we have rooms, that is?
The United Fleets
02-12-2008, 05:24
OOC:

Two big areas for two genders. Metal bunks with uncomforable sheets and pillows that almost 'feel' like their stuffed with rocks? Yeah. Thats home sweet home folks. Think barracks.

IC:

Templar hadn't gone to sleep with the Cyborg causeing a ruckus, and didn't exactly think that Metallic would pass up the chance to hit him over the head with something heavy while he slept. He finally drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Hours...Hours...Clocks...Ticks...Tocks...Blood.

A blareing sound woke Templar up from his sleep. Above him a metallic voice talked about the Arena. Lists, thought Templar absently. "Likely what were fighting today." He said, nearly hitting his head on the bunk over his own, getting up and look on with surprise at the plain gray clothes at the foot of his bed. He looked down at his ripped and nearly tattered...uniform? Perhaps. After dressing quickly in the plain gray pants, and shirt, and dragging on plain black boots, he left the room, past the almost certainly waking Legion, Cutter, Pyro, and Metallic, who would likely be curseing up a storm about the single loud noise that woke Templar.

He pushed past the doors into the Mess Hall, disdainfully hoping over the counter as he realised he just elected himself cook. The metallic voice ended, with the time that the next match would take place. "Just enough time for a bite." Said Templar as he cleared aside the dirty trays and prepared a few meals.
North Calaveras
02-12-2008, 05:28
Legion woke up shaking "damnit, happens every time..." He got up, put some clothes on walked into the mess hall he had been in earlier, it already became his new home for the time being. If it was one place that was nice, it was the mess hall. Legion sat down and drank a large glass of cold water and began breakfast with hot oatmeal and toast. he leaned over his plate as he ate.
The Great Lord Tiger
02-12-2008, 05:36
Beast's eyes snapped open as the announcements came to an end. So, the fight would begin anew. Taking a deep breath, she sat up, placing her head in her hands. Her dream had been so pleasant. It had been about... well, that wasn't important; she could simply rest assured that it had been good. Probably her childhood --

A man screams that he's going to kill her as she breaks the neck of --

What the hell? She clasped her head even harder, instinctively, as if by holding onto the memories, she can keep them from leaving; they slip away though, leaving her even more confused and disappointed than before. She stepped out of bed, ignoring the more traditional clothing that she had been provided and choosing instead to clothe herself in the home-made wrap deal she had going on. Not quite comfortable, but it gave her lots of maneuverability.

She entered the mess, spotting Templar behind the counter, preparing food with his back to her. She silently hopped the counter herself -- one of the few benefits of eschewing shoes, she was silent -- and snatched one of the trays from in front of him. She walked away effeminately and snidely, hoping that he checked out her ass. Damn, one day and she was already hitting on guys. Hopefully she hadn't been like that before Bloodsport.
Ameriganastan
02-12-2008, 05:52
*Metallic seemingly snored over the announcement.He finally woke up when his limp left arm slid off his bunk, dragging the rest of him off with it* "Wha?... OW! Damn hunk of scrap! I"m gonna start sleeping with my arms tied down." *He shuffled into the mess, snatching a plate and sitting down* "At least the nightmare stopped"
The United Fleets
02-12-2008, 06:01
"That was a dirty tray." Templar restrained a chortle. He turned her way, holding a stack of prepared meals. He remembered the exact moment he slid the food he was making away, and replaced it with what Beast was holding now. He had glanced at the doorway, and the moment she stepped over the counter, his prank was already in motion. "Your getting rusty." Walking past her, almost certainly NOT looking at said ass, he snatched the tray out of her hands and replaced it with a prepared meal.

Setting down a few more meals at the table, for Pyro, Bella, Deadmeat, the others, regretfully includeing Metallic. Assholes need to eat to. Thought Templar smirking. Sitting down across from Legion, he dug in, finished not long after starting into his meal. "Beast! Join us why don't you?" Still grinning with a slightly feral look on his face, he glanced at Legion. "Legion, did you pay attention to the announcements? Your up first. With Metallic and Deadmeat. Then its Cutter and Beast and me. And I think the last match was suppose to be Pyro and Bella."

Looking back at Beast, he said "You were awake for the announcements, right? I don't like being the only one prepared. To bad they didn't say what we would be fighting."

EDIT: Darn you had to post Armeriganastan. Ah well.
North Calaveras
02-12-2008, 06:05
Legion was indeed first. He knew it was likely he would die in this next battle. He had no idea that he was just a clone, a part of billions of others. His death would not destroy his history if it came to that. Legion heard Templar talk to him, his response was to wipe his mouth and hands and walk out of the mess hall towards the armory.
The Great Lord Tiger
02-12-2008, 06:10
"Awake?" Beast snorted and joined the little posse of slave-warriors. "If you call being awakened with the last few words of the broadcast, and wondering what the hell they were saying being awake, then yeah, I was completely conscious." She sat down, eyeing the material of questionable edibility, before resigning herself to take a bite. Or ten. "So, it seems that the women are to be separate. Guess you boys can't handle us all at once."

Recalling the invisible and presumably still-naked half-beast/half-human alien chick, Deadmeat, Beast suddenly had a revelation. She spread a layer of goo (gravy, sauce, what-the-hell-ever) evenly over her plate. Using her finger, she etched out the word "Writing" in the liquid. She nodded, satisfied. "I think we can talk with Deadmeat," Beast said confidently, "Provided she can write in Galactic Basic."
Ameriganastan
02-12-2008, 06:13
"Oh joy, i get to fight with Mr. PMS and the invisible woman.goody" *He scarfed his plate down and stood up, flexing his steel muscles* "Just stay behind me ladies and You'll probably get out alive"
North Calaveras
02-12-2008, 06:19
Legion stood inside the armory and took the same weapons he took earlier. A roman gladius, a shield and some roman-style armor. He also took what looked like a primitave 12 gauge shotgun that could only shoot two shells at a time.
Ameriganastan
02-12-2008, 06:26
*He pressed the buttons that dotted himself, the armored shell recovering his torso, his fingers turning into sharp spikes* "Alright, lets do this"
The Free Priesthood
02-12-2008, 09:33
Deadmeat got up early, which was easy enough for her because she had went to sleep early as well. She felt awake and ready to take on whatever the bastards who had put her in this place would throw at her. She found some old meat from the previous day. It was a small miracle any meat was left at all since it was the best food available, even though it was crap and even more so after a day. She sat in a corner and watched the others talk.

Using her finger, she etched out the word "Writing" in the liquid. She nodded, satisfied. "I think we can talk with Deadmeat," Beast said confidently, "Provided she can write in Galactic Basic."

A moment after Beast said that, the words "good idea" appeared below "writing".

"Just stay behind me ladies and You'll probably get out alive"

Someone whispered in his ear, apparently having difficulty producing any sound at all. "No time for heroism, save yourself first"

...

Deadmeat found the most rusty weapon available, and rubbed her hand over it. Immediately the rust started changing into more of the grey powder. I hope there's enough rust available around here for as long as I'll live.
The United Fleets
04-12-2008, 01:01
The Arena gate thundered open, allowing those in the Blood Pit to enter. Crowds roared, and the floor was slick with a red. Snarls could be heard, and further up, massive beasts in relative terms, in mottled gray scales, and spikey ragged hair brimming their heads, with maws filled with needlepoint teeth. Scaly tails looked like maces, and the claws on each of the beasts, of which their were four, were Ivory in colour. Beady violet eyes glared at the contestants in the Blood Pit. The creatures were four feet tall, and nine feet long.

BEGIN.

As the contestants entered Bloodsport, the gates rattled and slammed shut behind them. The beasts waited, with predatorial looks in their eyes, and began to circle the contestants, thick saliva pooling at their forelegs.
Ameriganastan
04-12-2008, 03:36
"Spectrum change, blood trace mode" *He smirked as his eye switched to something of an x-ray mode, showing him the path the creatures blood was circling its body.He ran up, forming his fingers together and sending them through one spot on a circling beast.He pulled them back out, a fountain of blood pouring from said point* "All a matter of finding where the most blood gathers at the most time.Poke a hole and boom" *The creature collapsed, Metallic keeping his trademark smirk* "Who's next?"
The Free Priesthood
04-12-2008, 11:56
Deadmeat watched Metallic. That spot. Good to know, too bad it's not a spot I can easily sink my teeth into.

She jumped onto the back of one of the beasts. It tried to shake her off, but she was used to moving around on top of shaking things (trees, tirs... some memories of the wild nature of home came back to her but she pushed those away. She needed to concentrate). Moments later she sat on the neck/head and poked its eyes out. The animal tried as hard as it could to get rid of her, but she was holding on - to the eyesockets. Moving her fingers around, she managed to steer it towards another beast, which interpreted the thrashing around of the one she was riding as an attack. She made a narrow escape from being crushed between the two fighting animals.

It didn't take long for the other one to kill the blind one. Two down, one wounded.
The Free Priesthood
04-12-2008, 16:25
Three down. Poor buggers.

With only one creature left, Deadmeat couldn't trick it into attacking another creature. She ran back and forth in front of it and let her cloaking flicker in random patterns, distracting the animal so it would be easier to attack for Pyro and Metallic.
Ameriganastan
04-12-2008, 20:59
"Last one huh? Let me take care of him" *The beast lunged, jaws open at him.He laughed and caught him by the top and bottom of his jaw* "Small warning man, this is going to hurt...a lot! *With a large sign of strain, he actually ripped the bottom of the monsters jaw off, tossing it aside as it howled in pain* "I warned you, but did you listen? nope."
The Free Priesthood
05-12-2008, 09:42
Deadmeat decided Metallic was quite able to take care of the animal himself. She walked over to one of the dead ones and ripped out a piece of meat. Doesn't taste great but at least it's fresh...
Ameriganastan
05-12-2008, 10:42
*Metallic grimaced, flexing his left arm* "Damn it, i think i fried a servo in my arm.Probably shouldn't have done the showy death.Oh well, I'll fix it later." *He gave Deadmeat a congratulatory slap on the ass* "Good job psycho.That was brutal-ness worthy of me."
The Free Priesthood
05-12-2008, 11:06
Deadmeat glared at him. You keep your hands to yourself. But she didn't want to make an issue out of it.
The United Fleets
05-12-2008, 11:13
There was a dull boom, and the resounding crash as seperate, smaller gates released six more of the beasts.

Well ladies and gentlemen! It seems our contestants know what their doing! But lets see if they can keep it up...

The beasts charged forth, displaying extreme rage and contempt. Rather then the last batch, which were content to wait for the pounce, these maddened beasts looked half starved, and full of insanity. They lashed out with heavy claws, and huge maws, trying to ignore pain as they lunged forth for a meal...
The Free Priesthood
05-12-2008, 12:09
(ooc I assume some will have survived the fire)

There's one thing I really don't like about these animals, they won't eat their own dead and prefer a much less filling live meal instead.

She went for the eyes again, this time not trying to get the animals to fight each other but simply making them less dangerous by blinding them one by one as quickly as possible. Metallic would have to finish them.
Ameriganastan
05-12-2008, 19:34
"AH!" *One of the crazed beasts had caught him off guard, clamping its teeth down on his right arm* "You ugly son of a bitch!" *He produced the spikes from his shoulder, sending them straight through the creatures skull.Letting its corpse slide off, he approached another* "Your buddy just damaged my almost irreplaceable arm.And since hes dead, your gonna have to pay for it!" *He revved back and punched the beast full force in the head, blowing the back of its skull out and sending it halfway across the arena* "Do not touch the arm"
The United Fleets
06-12-2008, 01:26
There is a snarl behind Metallic as two of the beasts drag him down, gnashing teeth and slashing claws lashing out at him.

More beasts are released. A beast slams into Deadmeat as it charged forth. Ignoring the thing that bounced off it's snout, for it could not see the thing, and therefore could not bite into it. They jumped, trying hard to bring down Metallic.

(This would be a good time for Legion to assist Mr. Metalman.)

OOC:

Pyro, your NOT in this match. And besides, I'm waiting for these guys to get the picture and allow themselves to take a hit here and there. Metal arms don't count, 'm afraid.

So no fire wall happened.
Ameriganastan
06-12-2008, 05:13
OOC:fine Mr. snippy, I'll give you something.

"Crap" *Metallic tried fighting them all off, but found himself overwhelmed.He took several slashes and bites to his legs, his pretty much only defenseless area* "A little help over here!" *One of the beasts finally found his arm, biting the right one off at the elbow* "O.K. a lot of help please!"
Ravea
06-12-2008, 06:03
Arena Name: Dagger
History:An young outlaw with no apparent family, Dagger was captured in an interstellar bar in a drunken stupor. Little to nothing in known about his past or fighting style.
Skills:Extensive Unarmed and bladed combat training, 15x human hearing, 6x human speed
Appearance:Six feet tall, with black hair and a short black beard. White, dead eyes, elongated ears. Wears a black overcoat and short black boots.
Gender:Male
Race:Ravean; near-humans, Raveans are naturally blind, but make up for this deficiency with incredible hearing. A martial people, almost all Raveans are taught essential fighting skills from a very young age.

((I'll come up with an into later tonight...a little busy at the moment.))
The United Fleets
06-12-2008, 09:45
OOC:

0_0 Geez...I hope that was the metallic arm.

And ONLY a overcoat and boots? Have some shame man! :P
The Free Priesthood
06-12-2008, 12:22
OOC I'll take damage when it's realistic to do so, kthx.

IC

More beasts are released.

Damnit, they're going to release more until at least one of us is dead. The thought distracted her for a moment, causing her to almost slip on some blood and not get out of the way in time...

A beast slams into Deadmeat as it charged forth. Ignoring the thing that bounced off it's snout, for it could not see the thing, and therefore could not bite into it.

That hurt. She could still feel her legs, so her spine had not broken. Deadmeat got up and looked around to assess the situation.

They jumped, trying hard to bring down Metallic.

"Crap" *Metallic tried fighting them all off, but found himself overwhelmed.He took several slashes and bites to his legs, his pretty much only defenseless area* "A little help over here!" *One of the beasts finally found his arm, biting the right one off at the elbow* "O.K. a lot of help please!"

For a moment, Deadmeat wondered what to do. She still thought someone would have to die for the fight to end, but since she wasn't able to do much against these animals she and Legion wouldn't stand a chance. Metallic and Legion on the other hand... Either I die, or everyone dies.

In one jump, Deadmeat was near Metallic. She sank her teeth into a front leg of one of the beasts. It slashed at her with its other claw, making new large cuts faster than her body could regenerate. She ignored the pain and continued working on gnawing off the leg.
Ustio North
06-12-2008, 17:34
OOC:

Pyro, your NOT in this match. And besides, I'm waiting for these guys to get the picture and allow themselves to take a hit here and there. Metal arms don't count, 'm afraid.

So no fire wall happened.

OOC: WTF? When did this happen?
The Great Lord Tiger
06-12-2008, 17:42
Ooc:

"legion, did you pay attention to the announcements? Your up first. With metallic and deadmeat. Then its cutter and beast and me. And i think the last match was suppose to be pyro and bella."
Ustio North
06-12-2008, 18:06
Ooc:

OOC: D'oh
Ameriganastan
06-12-2008, 19:46
[QUOTE=The United Fleets;14279699]OOC:

0_0 Geez...I hope that was the metallic arm.

both of his arms are metallic.have you not been listening?

IC:*He watched deadmeat take slashes from the beast.He hated someone getting hurt because of him* "I.SAID.GET.OFF!" *He grabbed his severed arm and started swinging it at the beasts,.It didn't kill them, but being smacked by a metal club was enough to drive some of them back* "Hang on deadmeat!" *He stuck his detached limb back on and grabbed the creature she was attacking, snapping its neck* "Are you alright?"
The Free Priesthood
06-12-2008, 21:56
"Are you alright?"

Deadmeat pointed at the nearest beast that was alive. No time to chat, go kill something. She ripped a claw from a dead one to use as a dagger. Meanwhile, her cloaking layer covered her wounds, which began closing below it. She dived under one of the animals and slashed at its belly. It was a relatively safe place to be, and it would distract the thing enough to make it stop paying attention to the others. Soon she could pull out the guts. Let's see you fight with your rear leg entangled in that, bastard.

This way of dealing with the beasts took more time than she thought she had, but at least it worked. Deadmeat ran to another one to try the same thing again.
The United Fleets
06-12-2008, 23:37
OOC:

Pfft. Both arms? Hmm. I thought it was just the one. Or it seemed like it. Perhaps when you meant to spell ''arms'' in your character sheet, you merely said arm...crap now I gotta check to see.

Edit:

Nope. Its the other way around. You said arms, and I only read arm. D'oh!
Ameriganastan
07-12-2008, 00:54
"At least shes not hurt to bad....Damn it." *Sparks were flying from his jury rigged right arm.Apparently just sticking it back on wasn't the best idea* "Just hold up a little longer" *Grabbing the dead beast by the tail, he ripped it off* "This worked last time.Heres to hoping it works this time to" *He swung at the nearest monster and sent it flying, brandishing it at the others* "This is what you get for harming a lady" *He took down a couple more, the others deciding that Deadmeat was an easier target* "Look out behind you!"
Niraamaya
07-12-2008, 09:59
(OOC: Hope it's not too late to sign up.)

Arena Name: Mahaat
History: A soldier in the Niraamayan Space Corps And Marines, she was a colonel before she was abducted.
Skills: Swords, clubs, CQC, all firearms. Weak at pure brute force.
Appearance: Green eyes, thinly built, short red hair.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
The Free Priesthood
07-12-2008, 10:04
Attacking the animals from below had given her a few advantages for a while. The attacked one couldn't easily reach her there, and like with almost all other existing creatures the belly was a weak spot. Also, the other beasts wouldn't run into her by accident, and she could always put the one she was attacking between her and one trying to attack her. But now she was circled, a few animals were trying to help their friend get rid of her from all sides. Oh c**k, they're learning.

Deadmeat quickly climbed onto the back of the beast. The claws of another one made cuts in her back. Each time one tried to slam her off the back of another, she jumped to the back of a third. She wondered who would get tired first. The cloaking layer closed over her new wounds, but the beasts had learned to follow the floating collar. She was stuck. Think positive. They're not able to get me yet. That's good. They're not paying attention to the Metallic and Legion. That's even better. She made herself almost completely visible. I'm here, catch me if you can. Ignore the men behind you.
Ameriganastan
07-12-2008, 22:34
"Never turn your back on me buddy" *He spun one of them around and plunged his hand into its chest, ripping its heart out* "How many of these things are left?"
The United Fleets
08-12-2008, 08:39
Before you know it, all of the beasts lie dead at your feet, twitching or slumped in broken positions. The crowd is going wild, but mostly because alot of them lost money against you.

The gate to the Blood Pit thud's open, allowing you to leave the body strewn Arena.

Overhead, as you leave, the announcer says,

Amazeing! The contestants won! I hope some of you folks were lucky enough to ignore commen sense, and placed your bets on them, rather then against!

The beasts, gurgleing, and twitching wildly now, melt into red puddles, and the skeletons turn to dust as the Arena clears the field. The gate closes behind you.

Next up... The Announcer trailed on.
The Free Priesthood
08-12-2008, 10:42
But we're all still alive? There goes my theory... Perhaps the amount of time a match lasts is fixed, maybe we could make things easier by killing the animals slowly, so they won't release new ones to keep us busy. But then again maybe they'll release more beasts no matter what we do, and then it's better to kill everything as quickly as possible.

Deadmeat wished she could talk with someone about these thoughts. Not that it would make a difference, she knew she couldn't fight like this every day.
The United Fleets
08-12-2008, 12:57
OOC:

I have to admit, its kinda bothersome to have a character who can't talk without 'shouting'. I'm tempted to just toss her a damn talk-box, but then I think, that makes no sense at all. Why would the 'bad guys' have said box ready and waiting, and why would they care as long as she's fighting?

So then I think, just make your own. Please. *Places random bits o' tech in the armoury*
Ustio North
08-12-2008, 13:15
Next up... The Announcer trailed on.

OOC: I should say before you go ahead and start the next one that i've not seen Ralkovia online for a few days.
The Free Priesthood
08-12-2008, 13:18
OOC She had one before she was captured and all useful items were taken away from her and her clothes were shredded and whatnot. In theory you could give it back, but why would you indeed. Random audio tech in the armory? That makes even less sense. Anyway, she'll be dead soon enough.
Ameriganastan
08-12-2008, 21:44
OOC:random advanced technology? what am i invisible!? my guy can whip something up no problem

IC:*Metallic stumbled back into the blood pit, his legs still bleeding rather badly.Looking around, he found deadmeat* "Hey uh...i was just wondering...well...i kinda was tinkering with a spare collar, and after a few modifications, i managed to convert into a speech collar.They made the prisoners back where I'm from wear these if they couldn't speak basic.You don't have to wear it if you don't want, but uh...here." *He handed it to her and walked off, his damaged arm falling of again* "Damn it" *He picked it up, heading for the barracks."
The Free Priesthood
08-12-2008, 22:16
OOC: Invisible? No, that would be me.

Deadmeat nodded, then looked at the collar. I do speak basic, as well as I don't know how many other languages... lots... just not very loud. Let's see how this thing works. *tinker* *rewire*

She put the new collar above the one her captors had put on her. "TESTTEST! WOOPS!" *adjust* "test"

...

"Hey Metallic... Thanks. I'm pretty good with technology myself, but I didn't have anything else than the pointy sticks in the armory to work with. How are your legs?"
Ameriganastan
08-12-2008, 22:58
"I'm fine.Hell, this leg got cut off once, a few gashes aren't gonna bother me none" *At that moment, he sunk to the floor, resting against the wall* "O.K. maybe i need to take it easy for a little" *He passed out, arm still in hand*
The Free Priesthood
09-12-2008, 14:16
"Hey, anyone! A little help here please!"
Ameriganastan
09-12-2008, 23:25
"Keep it down would ya? I'm not dead, just resting.By the time i wake up, all these wounds should be closed.So quit worrying, and more importantly, quit yelling"
The Free Priesthood
10-12-2008, 12:10
"Sorry, I thought you lost consciousness because of having lost too much blood. Um... maybe you should rest in your bed instead? If you like I can fix that arm while you do..." She scratched the back of her head. "Or at least fix some of it..."
Ameriganastan
11-12-2008, 02:46
*He tossed it to her* "Be my guest" *He wobbled to his feet and made his way to the barracks*
The Free Priesthood
11-12-2008, 12:32
Deadmeat improvised/found some tools and started straightening bent parts.

OOC I'm not going to write out all that fixing work. Consider it 90% fixed: functional, but not as sturdy as before and not fine-tuned.
Ameriganastan
11-12-2008, 21:19
*Metallic grabbed his arm, popping it back into place* "Thanks babe.Feels almost good as new"
The Free Priesthood
12-12-2008, 11:41
"You're welcome. The better shape everyone else is in, the longer I will stay alive."
Ameriganastan
12-12-2008, 22:36
"Don't you worry.Long as i have 2 mostly working arms, your as safe as gold in a vault"

OOC:this thread is kinda slowing to a crawl.
The Free Priesthood
13-12-2008, 14:05
"Better keep them working then. If I get scratched open like this time too often, I will die. Which I wouldn't be all that bad compared to life here, but I still hope to find a way out."

OOC: yeah, anyone else say something!
Ameriganastan
14-12-2008, 05:30
OOC:its official.this thread is dead.