Fight with Munit'Kad Alor

 

[23:09] Grave: was simply walking though Iziz's street heading towards his clans "hideout" as he called it, when spotting 3 armored figures, recognizing the symbols on both flags we would alter his course towards then" Su'cuy ner vode, I must admit I haven't seen Ordo's symbol in a very long time." he spoke though his helmet the filter added a dreadful tone to his words as he walked up to the group.

[23:16] Nicci Sularen Ordo had been pacing about idly, like a bull, giving off the appearance she might charge anything at any time. The exhaust occasionally released from her buy'ce did not do anything to deter this appearance, and it more often than not discouraged anyone from approaching her, and she liked it that way. Her dark buy'ce slowly turned in the direction of the voice, and fixed on it, unmoving. When she saw the source was presumably Mandalorian, she spoke only in Mando'a. "Living under a rock then?" she asked gruffly. [23:23] Grave: would offer a simple shrug" Perhaps... I dont often take the time to enjoy a good stroll these days" he said hooking his thumbs in belt line" SO what rock has Ordo been hiding under ?" [23:28] Nicci Sularen Ordo raised a crimson brow, though one could not actually tell the color under the buy'ce anyway. "Rock? We have been under no rock, vod. We have been fighting along side the Mand'alor for quite a while now. We spend most of our time in Keldabe when not fighting. We have recently come here due to the lack of...desired activity at Manda'yaim." she replied, just as gruffly, "Why...what rock have YOU been hiding under? And who the kriff are you?" she asked, beginning to wonder why she'd been randomly approached.

[23:30] 'Char' didn't bring popcorn, but he settled in to watch the bloodbath all the same. This could be good. [23:39] Grave: raises a brow himself, and answered the question" Some boring forest clearing iv set up On Manda'yaim , as for who the Shab I am, I go by the name Grave, Forge lord of the Aay'han company, and if I may ask who the" Kiff" are you?" he said even though the dreadful tone added to his helmet there was undeniable hint of smart ass in his question [23:45] Nicci Sularen Ordo scoffed a bit. She had met only one clan who did not proudly announce their name as was tradition. It was almost as ig they were not a clan at all, but the clanless formed together to form a group. Now that Silas had approached, it became even more clear. "Ah, so...Munit'kad," she replied gruffly, without any further opinion on the matter, the rest of his titles meant little to her, including his voice which he seemed to fancy as dreadful. "Nicci Ordo. Aliit Alor." she replied in short order, and no less gruff. Her buy'ce unlocked from its gaze on Grave's and shifted to that of Silas, nodding in greeting.

[23:47] 'Char' inclined his chin but stayed quiet, preferring to let things play out. He'd spent the day installing the new fighting pit, and he'd be damned if there wasn't going to be blood spilled in it at some point, and who better to christen it than a Mando'ad? [23:53] Grave: oh yeah...I guess I should of stated Munit'kad......I still shakiness of being solus for a while, to many aliit these days with fools in them. tilting his head to see sila " Oh hey didnt see you there" [23:55] Nicci Sularen Ordo just looked at him with a blank expresion, "Still...what?" she asked, looking at Silas and gesturing to Grave with a thumb, "Was that Mando'a?" she asked. [23:57] 'Char' shrugged a shoulder. "Don't you know it when you hear it?" [23:59] Nicci Sularen Ordo was speaking it at that very moment, so she just stared at him blankly also, "Obviously, he must be using some kind of weird dialect. At any rate, I had been meaning to speak with you about, numerous things, when you had the time." [00:00] 'Char' made a rolling motion with one hand as if to say 'get on with it' [00:05] Nicci Sularen Ordo momentarily resisted the urge to sever that hand, and continued, "I wish to relocate from Manda'yaim. My clan grow fat from lack of anything to do there. I thought I would be polite for once and ask if you wouldn't mind us coming to reside here. Wouldn't want to step on your toes while you lick the boots of the aruetiise or anything." she said. Okay maybe her politeness had its limits. [00:09] Grave: remained quiet leting alore speak, that was there job, and their busness, not his

[00:09] 'Char': "No, by all means, pursue your arasuum'la activities here rather than on Manda'yaim, wouldn't want you to be seen doing nothing by Mand'alor." [00:17] Nicci Sularen Ordo chuckled, "I have not been seen doing nothing by Mand'alor. I was helping him in his battles while you and your clan were dropping dead like fleas for these Aruetiise. But if you would like a demonstration, I will happily put my fist through your buy'ce and allow it to stagnate in your skull. I imagine the clone troopers sofftened it up for you real good, should be pretty easily done. Besides, Mand'alor has not been much on Manda'yaim, I was told he spent a lot of his time here. Do you know why?" she asked, genuinely curious. [00:22] 'Char': "As to your threat, I'll gladly put you on your ass in the sand if you want to make a sport of it. Mand'alor comes here often, I suspect, because he enjoys the company better." [00:31] Nicci Sularen Ordo tilted head. Her heart was racing now at the prospect of a fight, though something he said momentarily snagged her attention in an alternate direction, albeit temporarily, "Enjoys the company better here?" she wondered aloud, "Company of whom exactly?" she asked him directly.

[00:32] 'Char': "Well, there's a number of women who frequent the castle who favor unbalanced proportions and scant clothing, as is the Aruetyc fashion these days. Perhaps the old man's appetites haven't yet gone the way of the Mythosaur." [00:35] Grave: chims in" Just proves hes still an able man"

[00:37] Nicci Sularen Ordo took a step or two closer to the Munit'kad Alor. "Mand'alor would never do such a thing with outsider women! Not when he has...I mean, you clearly do not know hat you are talking about. You will not speak ill of the Mand'alor while he is not here to defend himself either," she snarled, her rage growing a little bit out of hand, as Silas had just struck a bit of a nerve. [00:39] 'Char': "Maybe he's just trying a new recruitment tactic, then. Would explain why he picked a world with a couple armorsmiths. Trying to size a chestplate for that...." He shook his head. [00:40] 'Char': "Hey, grave, you think that making a chestplate out of two buy'cese would work, or...?" [00:41] Nicci Sularen Ordo says, "Just because you would whore yourself out to the aruetiise does not mean it is a tactic used by everyone. The Mand'alor would want those who could fight, and does not do recruiting himself, since he gives up his clan while he is Mand'alor. I would never use such a tactic for Ordo, but I guess that explains the difference between Ordo and yours," she chuckled." [00:42] Grave: put up his hands taking to short steps back" Leave me out of this ner alor, Iv danced with enough rancors to know were this is going... [00:46] Nicci Sularen Ordo chuckles, "Quality over quantity is better in any situation. But if you prefer your numbers then go ahead and recruit large chested aruetiise. Thankfully we have more than one Aliit so that yours may be your own disgrace." she growled, the metal and leather of her crushguants creaking loudly as her fingers closed into a fist. [00:46] Luna Darkes makes her way over from the starport, but as she doesn't know what is going on she decides to hold back in silence for now. [00:47] 'Char': "Quality? I've yet to see it. If the Alor of Aliit Ordo is the example all others mold themselves by, then they're likely a brutish lot of loudmouthed undisciplined fools. Brash, stubborn, and prone to running at the mouth and freezing up between the ears."

[00:49] Grave: gives luna a " Run away" gesture while remaining quiet [00:52] Luna Darkes looks to Grave for a moment before taking a few steps back. "If you need me...I will be at base." [00:52] Nicci Sularen Ordo laughed, "That is some big talk from one standing before me doing nothing but running his mouth and freezing up between the ears saying he goes about recruiting large chested aruetiise as any kind of viable compliment to his Aliit. It is quite amusing to listen to really. Silas, did you become a comedian on us in your long absence? You should keep it up, perhaps hang up your armor and get a new job, you'd be much better doing stand up in the cantina. You have a great hypocrisy gimmick going. I would much rather be brutish than stand there running my mouth like some kind of politician and throwing around petty insults about whose clan is better than whose with rather unconvincing arguments. Keep it up and I certainly will not wait to get to the battle circle to crush your helmet down around those pointed ears."

[00:53] Grave: Sighs adding more side commentary" I wish we did have large chest aruetuuse...."

[00:54] 'Char': "I welcome the challenge. Actually, if you'll remember, I welcomed it several minutes ago, before you kept flapping your gums about who it is the Mand'alor has decided to bed this evening. Is that jealousy I sense?" [01:03] Grave: sighs and heads to the base to get Luna [01:08] Grave: I brought the medic if you to are going to stab eachother and what not....

[01:10] Nicci Sularen Ordo snorted, the action causing a wave of exhaust to exit her dark buy'ce in a hiss of steam. She noted the large gun he was carrying in his hands. She was never much one for gunfights, preferring always her fists or blades when the weapons werent extremely heavy blasters. In a blink she ignited her jetpack, launching herself at the red armored mandalorian, her blades immediately unsheathing off her back and crossing under his blaster, and if successful, ripping away in an attempt to disarm him from the device and scattering it down the street. "Since you desire a fight so much, Alor, I shall give you one." [01:10] Luna Darkes starts to key a few commands into her gauntlet. "Aaand I knew I did the right thing in getting the extra bacta..." [01:14] 'Char' surrendered the rifle easily enough. He hadn't intended on bringing it into the fight, as it might miss and strike a nearby civilian. This saved him the trouble of having to find a place to set the gun, though he wasn't happy about his rifle hitting the dirt. With her weapons up high and occupied with his rifle, he to the opportunity to snap a knee into her abdomen, the ridge of his knee plate aimed to strike right where her armor was thin and had an obvious gap. Regardless of success, he'd take a step back to give himself a little breathing space, not yet drawing a weapon. [01:31] Nicci Sularen Ordo took the knee to the gut, but where the poor Munit'kad Alor had thought her armor thin, it was not in fact. She was not like his big chested aruetiise he apparently wanted to recruit, and was a virtual ball of armor. It made up for her small size you see. Kind of the female equivalent of overcompensating of course. She just grinned, her adrenaline was pounding now, the ecstasy of rage washing over her like a bath in the physical exercise. "Well, I already don't regret the choice to come here," she purred, which was an odd sound in her helmet. She flipped the blades until they were erected in an upward direction, igniting the jetpack yet again for a split second to regain the ground she had lost in him stepping back, and attempted to thrust her blades upward as hard as she could under his shoulders, right into his armpits where he wore no plate. [01:38] Luna Darkes watches the trading of blows with a sigh. "Well...no blood so far...this is good." [01:44] 'Char' stumbled back a step as the blades came in, leaning forward to keep the blades from penetrating deeply. They slashed deep enough to draw lines of bright pain along the insides of his armpits. That damned jetpack of hers. He'd counted on an honorable fight, blade to blade or fist to fist... well if she was going to use her toys he might just use a few of his own. He tried to snag her wrist as she pulled her blades back, looking to twist the limb into a lock with a practiced flick of his own left wrist, the prosthetic hand clamped like a vice. If he drove a fist into her wrist while she were gripped in such a lock, he'd dislocate or potentially break it. [01:53] Nicci Sularen Ordo had crushgaunts on her hands and outright metal plating over her knuckles and wrist, though that did not mean it couldn't bend or feel impact. She almost moaned as his fist connected, hoping the crushgaunt hurt his fist just as much. Her hand went limp in his grip. temporarily loosing feeling and tingling as if it had suddenly went to sleep, his punch must have hit a nerve under her skin even if it didn't have much affect on the bone. This made her drop one of her blades to the dirt, her fingers not working to hold it anymore. She still had her other hand free though. She flipped the blade in a downward direction, attempting to jam it into his thigh with all her might while he still held her wrist in his grip. [02:01] 'Char' grunted as the blade sunk deep into his leg, but accepted the blow as necessary. With the weapon tied up in the meat of his leg, it would be slower to react defensively, and while his blood was now flowing from two wounds, one more debilitating than the other, He still wasn't out of the fight. Dismissing the agony fo the weapon's tip scraping at his bone, he reached up with both hands and took hold of the cutouts in the wings of his wingpack, gripping firmly, and brought it off of his back and swinging down atop the shorter female's head and shoulders, all of his muscle going into the blow, bolstered by the carbon nanotube muscle fibers installed in his suit. With the powered system on, his already formidable physical strength became more fearsome, and while not strong enough to flip a tank for example, it made him more than strong enough to deal a stout blow. [02:09] Luna Darkes winces a bit. "Okay...now there is going to be need for a patch up...." [02:17] Nicci Sularen Ordo saw the cutouts headed right for her, and knowing her blade was stuck in his muscular flesh and would not be easily pulled out in time, she just left it there, instead,tearing free of his grip on her other hand and rolling away, though it was more like falling away, as her armor was heavy and did not allow her to be that graceful. She picked up the blade she had dropped with her good hand swinging around to backwards stab him in the other thigh, though this time from behind, using both hands and all her strength to do so, even though the other hand had no strength in it left, her shoulder still did. [02:21] 'Char' couldn't move out of the way in time to avoid the second blow with his leg crippled as it was, and the blade sunk into the meat of his thigh. Perhaps he should have gone with force over honor in this case, but regardless it mattered little. "Finish it." He tilted his head back to give her a clean shot, wobbling slightly on his knees as his legs lost feeling and blood pooled around him.

[02:25] Luna Darkes steps forward, about to activate part of her kit when she hears Silas' words. "Osik..." [02:29] Nicci Sularen Ordo just smirked at him, pulling her blades out of his flesh, shaking them a bit to scatter the excess blood into the dirt. "Finish what, vod? Your life? Over a simple brawl? If I had known you were suicidal I would have thrown you at a Kyr'tsad or 7. Don't be ridiculous. I am Ordo, I'd fight the galaxy if I could, but I wouldn't kill them. Leaves no one left to fight some other day eh?" she chuckled, and would attempt to hold him up, though without putting his arm over her, she didn't want to strech his pit out further. She beckoned the woman with the medical kit over. "Don't be so quick to give your life up all the time. You fought honorably against another Alor. But I trust you will take back what you said about me and my clan yes?" she grinned, patting him gently on the chest, then wincing because she realzied she did it with her damaged arm. [02:32] Grave: well luna looks like your not going to be Alor today, be kinda lame to become an alor because someone had an argument of who is beding whome when who isnt even here...

[02:32] 'Char': "I'll admit I underestimated you. Next time perhaps I won't be such a gentleman and draw my blade in earnest." He flopped over on his side and pulled a tourniquet from his first aid kit, securing it in place as high on his thigh as he could manage before yanking the trapped blade out of his leg and presenting it to her hilt first. "I'm not used to playing for anything but keeps."

[02:34] Luna Darkes steps forward when she sees that no head was going to roll tonight. "And that is why you have me. What you -need- is a doctor to look at that thick head of yours though. Do you have any idea what it takes to reattach a head!? I don't think so!" Flicking her wrist, a needle would slip out from under her gauntlet, ready to inject some painkiller. "Come now, to the cot so I can stop the bleeding." [02:42] Nicci Sularen Ordo smirked yet again, "Oh well then that is your first mistake, and no excuse Vod. I did not become the Alor of Ordo for nothing, despite what some bastards might spread around. Be a gentleman for the aruetiise...to a mando'ad woman...especially to an Alor, it is just insulting."

[02:44] 'Char' triggered his repulsor system in the armor, reducing his weight to nearly nothing, and heaved at the ground with his arms, rising into a more or less vertical position, where he bobbed in place for a bit. "Afraid I'm not quite up to walking, baar'ur. Might have to give me a little push." He shook his head at the Ordo Alor. "We'll address it in the rematch then."

[02:44] Grave: sighs" And this is why i dont go out for strolls anymore..." [02:46] Nicci Sularen Ordo smiled, or at least what could pass for a smile from her, "I will look forward to that with much zeal, Munit'kad." She did not care if Munit'kad did not take the clan name as a surname, it was what she was used to, and whats she practiced. [02:47] Luna Darkes shakes her head. "Oh, you will get more than a push..." She would grab Silas by one of the plates in his armor, ready to pull him towards the base. Before she does, she would nod towards the Ordo Alor. "Here is just hoping we save the good parts of the fight for our enemies, elek? A good spar is one thing, but this sort of thing will tax my medical supplies if it happens too often." So saying, she would start to pull Silas towards their base.

[02:48] Nicci Sularen Ordo grinned at her, with a bit of a hungry snarl, "Then pray I am not provoked like that again." [02:50] Grave: Shruged beign the last one with the ordo alor" This is why I keep to my rock, I cant go out with out people making other people bleed...."

[02:52] Nicci Sularen Ordo swiveled her gaze back to Grave, a broad grin on her face. She was in a rather great mode now, much like someone might be if they had just gotten laid, "Welcome to being a mandalorian?" she asked, though she never knew fully, it might just be her own clan making people bleed all the time.