Di'kut

[13:44] James Miri Fah (theminion) grunted loudly as he pulled himself over the ledge and onto the ship. He was still in a great deal of pain, and there was this matter about the bandage thing. Ripping off a few bacta patches, he'd chuck them into the wind that accompanied a small canyon as he sat down on one of the jump seats. He was...well.. Semi-exhausted. It showed in the lung that was still healing and causing him to wheeze almost. "Hey Nicci. Somebody told me you were in here. How's your head?" he'd offer after a moment. "Still hurt?"

[13:48] Nicci Ordo had parts and tools scattered all over the deck.  Loud clanking could be heard as she hammered away at...well something.  Numerous panels were pulled off the ship in her workspace in various places, and nearby her droid was set on the task of welding some pieces back in place.  Flashes of light could be seen flickering through the doorway even though he stood on the other side of it.  "No.  and you can't tell me you trekked all the way from the medbay to ask me if my head still hurt.  Without armor....on Dxun...."

[13:56] James Miri Fah (theminion) offered, "There is nothing on this planet I'm that afraid of Nicci. Is the little thin aruetii guy okay? He was pretty shaken up," After his moment of rest, he'd pull himself back up by a handgrip, before moving over towards her. Leaning on the doorway with one arm he watched her work. IN truth, it made him like her more. "I kind of did. I was worried about you ," He'd offer before smiling. "I consider you my friend and you were hurt. You do know what friends are don't you?" The partially cybernetic man placed a hand on a rail above where she was, shifting his nub into the wall before saying, "Hey if you keep beating on that plate, you're going to crush the harmonic balancer underneath it," as he looked it over. he wasn't wearing Synthiskin, which made him look like a burned, scarred up, and inked up mess. Lines from prior fights, the HE round he took as a padawan, and various bits of metal were visible now. Especially on his face. "If you want, I'm a fair shipwright. I -could- help," [13:57] James Miri Fah (theminion) offered, "And it's not that I came here without armor. Do you know how hard it was to get pants on with one arm? It was absolutely dreadful,"

[14:00] Nicci Ordo grumbled.  She HATED more than anything people watching her work, because then they start doing what he just started to do, which naturally made her want to rip out their tongues and feed them to the cannock.  "No, I am fine," she merely grunted.  "I have been fixing my ship just fine since long before I met you.  What do you mean thin little Aruetii?  What kind of trouble did he get himself into now?  I haven't gotten a report from him until I had to threaten him to remove his camera equipment from spying right into the base..."

[14:05] James Miri Fah (theminion) offered, "I figured they would have told you actually," When she said she was fine he dropped it and moved on. He'd then point his nub at her. "I'm kind of missing an arm. And you're kind of down a Krayt Dragon. He -almost- was eaten. You sent him out in a bad rainstorm on slippery rock cliffs and he slipped. Were it not for my stupid sense of moral right-and wrongs, and that I told him I wouldn't let him get eaten, he'd be dead," He'd reach up, grabbing the makeshift bandage on his arm and tightening it. "Poor guy. I though he'd never stop apologizing,"

[14:08] Nicci Ordo whirled around, "What do you mean I am down a krayt dragon?  -I- did not send him out in anything.  It literally never stops raining on Dxun.  He made the choice to stay here.  -I- wanted him to leave.  He insisted on staying.  If he got eaten by a Krayt that is what we call natural selection for him being a kriffing moron.  I hope you are planning to go clear to Tattooine and get me another Krayt, and compensate me for the time lost in pearl farming with credits.  If not, you and I are about to have a major issue."

[14:11] James Miri Fah (theminion) stared at her like she was mad. "My honor was staked in keeping him alive. I do not -budge- for honor on anybodies dislike of it, not even yours," he didn't appreciate her threats, though. He made that clear next. "IF you're going to vaguely threaten me, there is a ring outside. I may only have one arm, but that sounded like a challenge. I'm not above it," he didn't comment on the dragon. He planned on it anyways, but since she was behind an ass he'd let her mind wonder on it. "It rains harder some days then others. And you sent him flustered into it. How many mistakes have you made out of anger, Nicci? The poor guy thinks highly of you, it's obvious,"

[14:17] Nicci Ordo rolled her eyes.  "That is not honor.  He was warned, not by one, but by THREE Mandalorians that this place is dangerous.  He was told the soft should not be here.  He INSISTED he could handle himself.  The Mandalorian way is to respect that.  You go up against a challenge and you die, then it is a glorious death.  There is no honor in enabling the weak!  There was nothing vague about that threat.  If you do not compensate me for your utter un-mandalorian-like behavior I -will- put you back in that medbay in pieces.  If killing a living beast who was acting in it's full nature against a weak and intruisive outsider is honorable to you then you have a completely jaded sense of what honor is.  You could have simply grabbed him and jetpacked away but no, you chose to kill.  Do not budge for honor my kriffing ass."

[14:25] James Miri Fah (theminion) explained, "People are more important then beasts like that. Sentient life, Nicci, Sentient -fucking- life means so much more to the galaxy then some beast you caged in a small valley to die!" in a very unhappy manner. It was probably the first time anybody here had heard him shout. "There was no fucking challenge. How do you expect us to grow as a people if we don't have open arms to those who could strengthen us? How do you expect the Sovereignty of Mandalore to be ensured if everybody who comes to our homes get turned away because the 'Great Nicci Ordo shouted at them because they had cameras and she thought they were weak'. You are NOT the end-all-and-be-all in mandalorian honor and behavior. I could have grabbed him and jetpacked, had my Jetpack not came off in the slide down the rocks I had to make to get him. You were not -there-. You," He looked irritated with her, as if she'd rubbed several major buttons at once, "Are a vain, cruel person. You are irrational, and egotistical. You will meet me in [14:25] James Miri Fah (theminion):  the ring, either now or later. If you do not, I will come and find you and make a ring," he'd state, irritatedly.

[14:45] Nicci Ordo says, "You are much weaker than I thought you were.  Our territory is not for us to welcome the unworthy.  You call yourself a crusader, you are just like these other dogs who would rather bend over for the aruteii than keep to the ways of Mandalore.  We are known for being feared in the galaxy.  One must be proven, strong, worthy of respect, to enter our space.  You would see that destroyed because whoever trained you did not teach you the ways of the mandalorian.  I will meet you in the ring, and teach you a lesson in what honor truly is.  There is a ring right the kriff outside you blind di'kut.  Now until then you may take your weak carcass off my ship.""

[14:47] James Miri Fah (theminion) glared at her. He was irritated, beyond all relief. Boiling in his anger, almost. He'd then head off to go wait for her in the ring.

[19:50] Slade Steele rocketed through the air, his Kom'rk Fighter having landed a ways off the coordinates he'd originally set to the pilot. He landed by a pillar, a few steps away from the ring, and tipped his head formally towards Nicci, "Su'cuy, Ordo Alor'ad."

[20:01] Nicci Ordo arrived at the battle circle, following Jim out, fully ready to beat the fear of Kad Harangir into his aruteii-loving face.  She nodded when she was greeted by Slade, but didn't say anything.  She just crossed her arms and glared at the man in front of her.  "Terms?" she asked, shortly.

[20:02] James Miri Fah (theminion) stepped into the ring, his boots thudding in the sand after a moment. He'd reach up, pressing the button that controlled the segmented plating around his mask. It was a tad slower on opening, due to the adjustment from the extreme cold of Anteevy. "Nicci," He'd state once, rather bluntly. "Melee weapons, fists. No gauntlet tech," he offer, before clenching and relaxing his cybernetic hand.

[20:07] Slade Steele rocketed onto the platform atop the pillars, getting into a comfortable position by relaxing his heavy frame upon a knee-cap. He tipped his head towards Adam'ska, who seemed to likewise adopt a policy of sitting atop one's banner. His focus was taken up by the ensuing combat, however, as he commented in his deep and ragged Concordian accent, "May the strongest win. Fight well, warriors."

[20:11] Nicci Ordo snorted, "You remove your cybernetic hand and I will remove my crush gaunts.  Sounds even to me." she replied.  She began shedding her heavy weaponry and blasters to the ground, though being extra careful with the heavy repeater as she didn't want it accidentally going off and shooting up the place.

[20:14] James Miri Fah (theminion) shrugged, reaching up and gripping something under his gauntlet. The cybernetic -arm- not hand came off, with the hand itself making a fist and locking the pistons in place the arm came off with a loud -thud- indicating it was heavier then he looked. Reaching down, he'd move the arm out of the ring and out of the way. He seemed to have zero care about fighting one armed.  He'd then remove the pistol, the jetpack, and would draw that one knife he had on his belt with the dragon head on it. Shifting into a braced stance, he'd simply wait.

[20:16] James Miri Fah (theminion) then decided against it and slung that also off, resorting to just his fist.

[20:20] Nicci Ordo slid the rest of her swords off her back...and butt.  She never saw much point to fist fighting in armor, but what the hell, was his terms.  She moved to the center of the circle and planted her feet in the fround like a phrik-made tree trunk.  "Whenever you're ready." she grunted.

[20:22] James Miri Fah (theminion) pressed something on his helmet, sealing it back around his mask. He'd then put his body low, a modified martial arts stance he'd learned int he Order and worked to suit the one arm. Kept his fist closer to his chest, torso low to the ground. When he got closer to her, he'd lunge out and attempt to grip her by the throat, sweep her ankle, and choke-slam her into the sand beneath her. [20:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 14 [Strength:08] [20:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 26 [Strength:12]

[20:29] Nicci Ordo had already planted herself into the dirt like a phrik-made tree, as previously stated, blocking the attempt to grip her by the throat by crossing her arms in front of her face and her feet merely stayed planted where they were when he tried sweeping her ankle.  Grinning now, she would use her crossed arms to grab him, by the helmet and pull him down as hard as she could whilst her knee would come crashing into his visor. [20:29] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 17 [Strength:12] [20:29] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 16 [Strength:08]

[20:32] James Miri Fah (theminion) was close, regardless. He got PART of what he wanted. Of course, he only got part, because her knee impacted the metallic face-guard he sported in front of the visor. Leg was up though, so he figured since her knee was going to jar his brain-case that bad he'd give it a rest. Turning and dropping like she knocked him out, he'd jam his arm up to keep that knee destablilized and bring her to where he figured he'd have a lot more ease dealing with it. His other foot kicked out, seeking to push her one solid leg further out as he simply stood up with her and threw her backwards. The end goal was that she'd be laying on teh ground, wincing. Hopefully. [20:32] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 09 [Strength:08] [20:32] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Fuck it, using that willpower thing that lets you reroll [20:32] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Deretmination I think it is. [20:32] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 22 [Strength:08] [20:35] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Your Health Score has been decreased to 5/6. [20:40] Nicci Ordo was thrown into the ground, wind partially knocked out of her due to jetpack ramming into her back.  Even through armor that hurt.  She ignited it, deciding to use it to help her up since it had been an asshole and hurt her in the first place, and used it to propel her forward to get close enough to try and place a well aimed uppercut to the underside of his helmet. [20:40] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 32 [Strength:12] [20:43] James Miri Fah (theminion) felt his helmet leave his head. As it did, it probably broke his nose. Reaching up, he'd rip the cloth part of his mask off and chuck it to side. Hell, it was dead-weight anyways. When she recoiled back from the punch, he'd spit blood all over her visor like he did the last person to blood his face. A mixture of saliva, snot, and blood came from his mouth as he channeled a couple of inner demons of his own ((Intelligence heal)) before attempting to lock around her head and throw his weight into her chest, putting her into a submission hold on the ground. [20:45] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 22 [Intelligence:07] [20:45] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 15 [Strength:08] [20:45] James Miri Fah (theminion) rotated around int he back, standing on his heels as he circled her. He knew what his next strike would be at least.

[20:53] Nicci Ordo smirked as she saw the helmet come off.  Noticing jewelry stuck to his ears she scowled, as it was a well known fact mandalorians did not adorn themselves with such frivolous bullshit.  She would  grab a handful of the long pointed ear at the tip where a pair of earrings were and attempt to rip them right out. [20:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 28 [Strength:12] [20:55] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 12 [Strength:08]

[20:57] James Miri Fah (theminion) wore really shitty magnetic ear-rings. He had reddened ears, as they were highly fuckin' sensitive beings ears and all. But, since she decided to stand that close to him he'd wrap his fingers around her wrist, twist it on a fulcrum point, and would likely go to turn it back until her arm was hyper-extended. Once it was, he'd go to stomp down on her elbow in an attempt to break it. Since she decided that jetpacks were okay in circle fights and shit. [20:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 10 [Strength:08] [20:57] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Don't even waste the roll. It's not going to hit. [20:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 32 [Strength:12] [21:01] Nicci Ordo again blocked in the cross-wrist formation, then unlocked to throw his arms away from her when he attempted to grab her wrists, and immediately thrust her boot out in an attempt to land a kick right in his ribs on the right side, aiming for the mail rather than the plate. [21:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 25 [Strength:12] [21:01] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 19 [Strength:08] [21:02] James Miri Fah (theminion) grunted as her foot connected, apparently struggling with his one arm. He'd lock his fingers down on her kneecap, before aiming to twist to the side and kick her other leg out for her to force her to grapple with the man. Once on the ground, he would swing his boot into her visor. Although, li kely, at this point he doubted he'd make it there. [21:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 27 [Strength:08] [21:03] James Miri Fah (theminion): [[Auto hit. Unmodded 19

[21:04] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Your Health Score has been decreased to 4/6. [21:07] Nicci Ordo growled as she got a boot to the visor.  Why always the visor.  Jorval had bloody dented her helmet last time and now here she was getting kicked in the head again.  Leaving her dazed for a few seconds she snarled, the Ordo bloodlust taking over her movements and kicking the adrenaline into overdrive.  She would attempt to grip the ankle of the boot still on her face and twist it as hard as she could in the wrong direction, seeking to both snap bone and take him off his feet. [21:07] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 19 [Strength:12] [21:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 18 [Strength:08]

[21:11] James Miri Fah (theminion) was unsure what she doing, until he heard one ankle snap. That much was certain. Since her hands were busy, he said fuck it as he was tiring out and figured he'd give her something to leave with like she kept desperately trying to do him. He'd adjust his other foot and attempt to jab it across her chest where he knew there to be no armor plating, her ovaries. He'd repeatedly kick her there, again, expecting nothing to come of it with his recent score of luck. [21:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 18 [Strength:08] [21:14] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 25 [Strength:12]

[21:19] Nicci Ordo blocked his foot with her fist, throwing it away from her as she turned her body over and crawled on top of him, grabbing a handful of his long hair and bringing his head to hers to smash her helmet into his face as hard as she could, intending to knock him unconscious and out of the fight. [21:19] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: Rolled 22 [Strength:12] [21:20] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.03: James Miri Fah(TheMinion Resident) rolled 19 [Strength:08]

[21:21] James Miri Fah (theminion) wasn't unconscious. He was certain, because he could still feel pain. Although, frankly, he wasn't doing much else. Breathing heavily, angrily, staring up at her. Rotating his jaw, he'd try to work up enough spit to cover her visor. He'd keep rotating it, desperately trying to at least defiantly stop fighting. Alas, he couldn't So instead, he'd stare up at her there, blood coming from his forehead. . [21:26] James Miri Fah (theminion) in unconscious to suit somebodies desires now.

[21:29] Nicci Ordo pulls herself off his armored form, walking outside of the ring and picking up the cybernetic arm he had thrown out of it earlier.  She tossed it on top of him so he could grab it when he woke up.  "I am sure you will have to sell that to pay for my kriffing dragon, di'kut," she replied simply, and started walking back toward the hangar.