Rematch with Munit'kad Alor

 [04:13] 'Char' strode in and narrowed his eyes at the figure behind the desk, frowning. He'd never actually seen the Ordo Alr's face, much less seen her out of armor, and there were even odds that this was her or some random person who'd broken into her office.

[04:16] Nicci Sularen Ordo had been fast asleep in her furry chair, and it was only when her small Nexu hissed at the red armored mandalorian Alor that she opened one eye. She slowly propped herself up and looked at him, begrudgingly opening both eyes, pulling her hair out of her face, and glancing over at her computer for the time. She rubbed her eye sleepily, her face taking on its customary scowl, "What in the world do you want at this hour Silas?" she grunted, her usual sounding grunt only without the slightly mechanical tone that came through her helmet normally.

[04:18] 'Char' noted that the voiceprint matched the Ordo Alor and filed her unfettered form away in his Buy'ce's target recognition system alongside her armored form. "Where the hell is your skin at. Or the rest of your gorram shirt for that matter?"

[04:22] Nicci Sularen Ordo rubbed her hand down her face. It was too early for this shit. She sat up in her chair fully and stretched, her newly acquired Nexu doing the same, and trying to bury itself in her hair. "Have you SEEN my gam vod? It has more spikes and bulk than most tanks. Not exactly easy to work on droids in," she replied, pointing to the numerous parts and a 25% completed droid on the floor. "Nor is it very practical for sleeping in when I am on Manda'yaim...AND DON'T HAVE TO." she continued. "Now do not answer my question with a question. What are you doing here at this hour?"

[04:23] 'Char': "I was considering a proposition, but perhaps I'll come back when you've rested. Wouldn't want to deny you your beauty rest." [04:24] Nicci Sularen Ordo growled, "A bit late for that. Out with it."

[04:24] 'Char': "Currently you're the only person aside from Mand'alor I've ever had even the slightest trouble besting in single combat. I'd like to rectify that." . [04:26] Nicci Sularen Ordo rose from the chair and stretched further, chuckling a bit, "You came here at this hour because you wanted to fight?" she asked. She almost looked delighted and less annoyed at the prospect.

[04:27] 'Char': "You'll forgive me if I don't sleep often or well, I find that there's little reason to." [04:29] Nicci Sularen Ordo laughed, a sound that probably sounded a lot better without her helmet on, though still harsh. "You never need ask forgiveness when asking to fight, vod. It just so happens to be my favorite pasttime. If you would but give me time to get my skin on, and meet me in the battle circle, I would be delighted to fight you again."

[04:31] 'Char' snorted, an odd noise in the mechanical filter, and shook his head. "Try not to take too long with it."

[04:32] Nicci Sularen Ordo waved a hand dismissively, "What do I look like...one of your verd?" she chuckled. [04:33] 'Char' called out over his shoulder as he headed out the door. "Especially those busty Aruetyc ones."

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[04:42] Nicci Sularen Ordo arrived in the circle, landing with a thud in the dirt, disengaging her jetpack. "Good morning Vod. Since you have not angered me...today...anyways...what are the terms of your challenge to me? Melee? Ranged? Balls to the wall? What?" [04:43] 'Char': "Use whatever you see fit, vod. I'll not limit you to some specific weapon, just as no enemy you encounter on the field of war will declare to you that it is unfair that you use any weapon at your disposal." [04:51] Nicci Sularen Ordo smirked a bit, "Okaaay then." she replied, and with surprising speed despite her bulky armor, unsheathes both blades from her back, igniting her jetpack and rushing at him, both blades aimed for the exposed flightsuit on either side of his chest where the plates ended. [04:55] 'Char' kicked back a bit, flaring his jetpack in an attempt to avoid the hit. Apparently it was too much to ask for someone to say 'go' or somethign before the started trying to stab you. Unfortunately his pack was slower to response with his repulsor systems offline, as he tended to keep them when not in direct combat, and he wasn't able to avoid the hit entirely, taking a pair of slashes along his ribs. He returned the favor by drawing his twin blasters and placing them more or less directly on her, triggering a burst of fire from each gun, trying to put some bolts down the intakes of that jetpack and into the gap between her buy'ce and chest, his jetpack carrying him upward into the air as he did. [05:03] Nicci Sularen Ordo grunted as the seering heat from his blasterfire tore through her flightsuit and hit her in the chest. Her suit negated much of the burns, but that didnt stop it from leaving a severe burn mark. She was thrust backward from the impact of the fire, but managed to get her blades up to try and allow them to absorb any other bolts that might hit her. She dropped both blades and unhooked a thermal det from her belt, activating it and waiting a few moments before hurling it in his direction as hard as she could. Since he wanted to pull out the big guns, so could she, or at least use her explosives until a certain someone finished making her Repeater. She used the time it took for the Det to sail through the air to draw her own blaster.

[05:09] 'Char' made a calculated risk and shot the detonator out of the air, knowing that doing so could potentially set the device off. His blasters' bolts were charged ionically in addition to the standard particle acceleration inherant to blasters, intended for use against droids and vehicular targets. As the crimson bolt struck the orb, there was a flash as the ionic charge induced a current in the detonator and fried it's systems before it could finish priming fully. The flash could work just as much to his advantage as his disadvantage as the shower of bright sparks partially obscured each of their views of the other, but he hoped it'd be enough to keep her in place as he fired another salvo of blaster fire her way, killing his jetpack simultaneously and landing at a light crouch in the arid sand of the circle. [05:17] Nicci Sularen Ordo had gotten her own blaster rifle drawn while he was shooting down her explosive. Frowning as it was shot down and there was no pretty explosion, she had her gun already aiming at him when he landed, letting her phrik chestplate take any of the blasterbolts he had fired at her, absorbing them into nothing. She aimed the blaster rifle right at his leg, the same leg she had stabbed just a few days prior. She HATED blasters, but melee weapons were never much good against them unless one could get and stay close. She fired a mighty blast, the rifle she carried packing a significantly harder punch than her pistol. [05:21] 'Char' tried to dive out of the way of the heavy rifle, but the damned thing's spread was enough to catch him just above the knee, splashing right through his cheap armorweave. Manda, he needed to invest in better gear. He dropped the pistols and switched tactics, pushing off from the ground with his good leg and drawing his long blade in a single fluid motion, attacking as part of that same rising cut, the HF blade singing in the morning air, light playing over it's edge as it streaked toward her inner thigh. [05:26] Nicci Sularen Ordo in the time it took for him to draw his weapon, she dropped the rifle into the dirt, both hands picking up her twin blades again and blocking the long sword in a criss crossed motion just in time. "Thank Kad Harangir!" she snarled, though it was a snarl of pleasure rolling in the form of exhaust from her buy'ce, overjoyed she would get to use her blades again. Using one blade to lock with his own to try to keep it from slicing her, she flipped the other and with a mighty downward stroke, aimed for his shoulder in the exposed area where the plate met his chest plate. [05:30] 'Char' twisted his blade with a flick of his wrist, sliding the near frictionless blade out of her lock and bringing it up in time to catch her blow to his shoulder, turning it aside and letting it slide down the flat of his blade before flexing his legs and slamming his shoulder into her in an attempt to unbalance her, followed by a swift slash for the inside of her thigh.

[05:37] Nicci Sularen Ordo may be small, but her armor was massive, purposefully broadening her shoulders to make up for her small height, making her like an immovable tank whe nshe wanted to become one. She had planted her boots into the dirt and met his shoulder slam full on by twisting her body and crouching low in order to root herself and create the extra needed upper body strength. Her blade pivoted along with his and blocked the slash to her thigh. Since in such a stance she could not get at his thighs, she went for the shoulder again, this time the right, and under his arm pit much as she had last time, and this time with her blade in an upward direction rather than a downward blow, attempting to shove it through his flightsuit and into several nerves, hoping to making him incapable of holding the sword any longer. [05:41] 'Char' grunted as the sword bit in, his blade dropping to the ground. Blood seeped from his earlier wounds and stained his crimson armor a darker red where it flowed, but he was still capable of continuing the fight, and was in a fair position to spring a few of his more deadly traps. He could probably push on and take her, but it'd be at great cost to himself, and there was little purpose in doing so in a peacetime bout. He backed up a few steps and raised a hand, acknowledging defeat. "Well fought."

[05:48] Nicci Sularen Ordo sheathed her blades, nodding at him, panting and out of breath. "Perhaps you could teach me to fight as well as you do with blasters sometime vod," she winked, even if he wouldn't be able to see it. "You require medical attention," she stated, noting the blood. "Will you allow me to see you to the medical facility?" she asked.

[05:49] 'Char' nodded, crouching to retrieve his blasters and jamming them onto their clips on his chestplate. "Aye, I can teach you marksmanship, everything from these pistols to sniping at a half mile if you'd like. Name one boon within my power, and I'll grant it. Seems only fair you get something out of winning."

[05:53] Nicci Sularen Ordo laughed, "Vod, the reward was in the fighting, but teaching me marksmanship would be of great aid to me on the battlefield, and you would have my thanks for doing so. All I have ever wanted from you otherwise is your respect. Now let's get you patched out before you bleed out all over the streets." she grinned. [05:55] 'Char': "Aye." He pulled a small object from his belt and jammed an end of it into the wound, spraying a thick foam from the nozzle into the wound cavity to halt the bleeding. He gestured gallantly with his good arm for her to lead the way. [05:59] Nicci Sularen Ordo immediately went to the supply cabinets once they were inside the facility, pulling out several medpacs. She laid one to the side for herself, to treat the burn on her chest when she was done with his more critical wounds. "Vod, I am afraid medical treatment is a bit out of my specialty, so if my bedside manner is less than satisfactory, I apologize in advance." she said, tearing open the medpac and using the syringe inside to inject bacta into the wound under his arm first, spreading it around rather roughly to ensure she covered the entire affected area.

[06:00] 'Char' started pulling off plates and rolling down his pressure suit, effectively stripping to the waist to expose his wounds. "Just keep me from bleeding out and we'll be golden."

[06:05] Nicci Sularen Ordo smirked, "Well I may not be a medical expert but I would rather repair your nerve damage as well so you do not have to worry about losing your grip on your blade as a permanent condition," she grunted, finishing her coverage of the affected area with the bacta serum, and binding up the wound with the gauze to cover it until the bacta worked its magic. She then moved on to his ribs. She took off her crushgaunts, only just now figuring out that she could PROBABLY handle him better if she weren't wearing devices that could accidentally break his bones with a mere touch without his armor. Her chest stung, and as a result her breathing was rapid. She peeled open another medpac and repeated the action she had done to his shoulder.

[06:07] 'Char' frowned at the wound. "I'll talk you through what I can see. I'm not much of a medic myself, but I've got at least enough training to get through the basics." [06:14] Nicci Sularen Ordo pulled her helmet off so she could see a bit better, setting it on the light thingie above him. She looked over at him in mild surprise, "What you mean I'm not doing it right?" she smirked a bit, injecting the bacta into his wound along his ribs, more carefully this time. [06:16] 'Char': "Well you're relying a lot more on the magic blue water than I would. Stitches will do just as well for those wounds. [06:16] Nicci Sularen Ordo looked absolutely horrified at what he had just suggested, "You want me to SEW you?!" she asked. She could barely sew fabric!

[06:17] 'Char' rolled his eyes. "Get the shoulder patched first, I'll stich myself up."

[06:18] Nicci Sularen Ordo pointed to his bandaged shoulder, "That is done already..."

[06:20] 'Char' frowned at it and dug in his first aid kit for a moment, coming out with ahooked needle and what looked suspiciously like fishing string. He went to work with his clumsier left hand on his ribs, grunting slightly as he did. Nothing like a needle in your wound to make you feel alive.

[06:23] Nicci Sularen Ordo winced as she looked at him work. Not because of pain, she never minded pain. But the act of sewing just seemed so foreign to her. Handling something as delicate as a needle and thread through the flesh just seemed beyond her abilities. She admired those who could do such thing, or anyone who had skills she didn't possess. She attempted to not be totally useless in this situation and as gently as she could manage, attempted to gently hold the wound closed while he sewed it, so his clumsy left hand would not need to work quite so hard.

[06:27] The first thing she would notice about his stitching is that it was no thing of beauty. Even had he his full dexterity, the big X shaped stitching pattern he used to keep the wound shut would've looked more at home on a corpse. He gritted his teeth as the needle scraped one of his ribs, tugging the string through and tightly stitching the wound to the ebst of his limited ability. Any honest medic would be horrified. "My how the tables have turned. Now I'm the one topless and you're the one still armored up." He started on the other side, fumbling awkwardly under his own left arm, not quite able to see where his needle was going and stitching more sloppily as a result. Good thing he didn't intend to show any actual medics. "Perhaps this was your plan all along." [06:30] Nicci Sularen Ordo just looked at him and blinked, how extremely confused. "But...I wasn't topless before. Even if I were, who cares? It is easier to work on droids that way. And why would I give a kriff if you were topless or not? I mean it isn't as if you could work on your ribs with your gam on.." she trailed off. She was a naive thing sometimes when it came to things like that. She had those urges, naturally, but she ALWAYS misinterpreted them as a need to punch someone. "I am not really a medic but that looks like you'd almost be better off with the magic water..." she commented, a crimson brow raised at him skeptically. [06:32] 'Char': "I'll bleed it right back out, won't do any good. Gotta get it closed first. And you were damned near topless. I've seen lingerie more covering than your so called shirt. Surprised you're not uncomfortable in that armor, really. Doesn't look sized to you." [06:36] Nicci Sularen Ordo chuckled, "This armor once belonged to the Overlord of the Death Watch. It was refitted for me, but one can only bend phrik down so much after it was already forged once. It fits me well enough. I am a small person, and it helps me hold my own against those bigger. And what is...lingereee?" she asked, probably pronouncing it wrong. "And again, who cares if I was? You are now!" she observed, thinking it was no more a big deal if she was than him. "Can't you just use that...foamy...gook you used earlier?" she asked. [06:40] 'Char' waved a hand vaguely. "ladies undergarments designed to attract the attention of their male partner in a sort of ... sepcific manner. And no, I can't use the biofoam on these, too shallow. It's meant for deeper wounds. They'll be fine like this." He finished his stitching and cut off the excess line, using his combat knife to do so. He slapped a couple of bacta patches over the stitched wounds for good measure, and started rolling his flight suit back up, trying to get it over his wounds and back into position, mostly foiled by his lack of mobility with one arm.

[06:44] Nicci Sularen Ordo tilted her head curiously at him, all the while trying to help him put his flight suit back on since he was clearly limited in his mobility. "Why would a woman need to do such a thing? A man should be attracted by her mind...and her combat prowess! And possibly her gam..I suppose. Everyone knows it is more valuable to fight than the undergarments you wear. That's just silly!" she replied, "We should look at that knee too."

[06:46] 'Char' waved her off. "You're gonna have to buy me dinner if you want me to take my pants off, kid." He slapped a bacta patch over the wound and stood up, testing his wounded leg. It held well enough to carry him home. "I'll let the actual medics handle the rest, I think."

[06:48] Nicci Sularen Ordo looked at him, again confused, "If you are hungry and lack the funds I will be happy to purchase you food but...it is breakfast time, not dinner time yet. And how does the purchase of food correlate to providing medical attention to your knee?" she asked in earnest. "But perhaps that is best, we clearly do not know what we are doing in this area," she smirked.

[06:49] 'Char': "No, it's become incredibly obvious to me that you don't know what you're doing with my area, and it's sobering to find someone worse at it than me." He shook his head and started toward the door. [06:52] Nicci Sularen Ordo furrowed her brow, now obviously perplexed. Apparently she had offended him, or something. She slid her buy'ce down from the light and held it under her arm. "I am sorry. I did try to warn you I did not know what I was doing here before I started. I tried to help as best I could. You were the one who picked such an early time that the medics are not awake yet afterall..." she said quietly, not really sure of what to do.

[06:53] 'Char' shrugged. "Don't worry about it, bad decisions are practically my life at this point. You're fine, carry on." He scooped up his discarded armor and head ed out, limping his way back to base.

[06:54] Nicci Sularen Ordo just grunted. Men. She'd never understand any of them.