Lost [Day 7, Early Afternoon]
Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 12:12 amDressed in simple attire, a dirty tank top and tough pants Kristal Serasai escaped away into the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa for a few hours. Taking some time to track down a location of some illegal cage matches in the sector. Despite her Imperial appearance there were a few who eagerly directed her to exactly where she wanted to be. Certainly excited by the sight of her cybernetic limbs. Expecting a good fight.
Moving inside of some back alley entryway she moved past a few crowds, one couple even getting hot and heavy on the stairs until she was able to squeeze through to the main floor at least one level lower. Once there she followed the sound of shouting over money that pervaded even this stink. At the center she found a Bothan, ugly fellow, but he was the man in charge. Smoking a Death Stick he puffed some of the smoke into the woman's face before him. Agreeing to let her in on a match and giving her a beaten up, dirty old sweatshirt. Something about wanting the show of impressive Cybernetics to be a surprise for the crowd. Something to really get them going when it was revealed.
Stepping into the ring Kristal looked toward the ground. A cold demeanor to wash over her senses before the fight. There was clamoring once the Nikto that stepped into the ring on the other side was announced but she was too focused on the scent of blood from the still fresh pool at her feet to care enough to listen. Apparently, by the sound of the crowd at least, he had been a crowd favorite for quite some time...
Once the match started it was anything but quick. Even her time with her crew training didn't prepare her for this kind of hand to hand. The Nikto was fast, deadly, and aimed for weak spots Kristal didn't even know she had. For a solid minute it was a beat down followed by a beat down. Some in the crowd even started to think of she must have earned those cybernetic limbs in the first place. Clearly the woman was apt at taking a beating.
After a solid uppercut to the jaw was she finally knocked to her ass. Having barely scratched him with her ineffectual swinging. Scent of blood, hers and the pool just over to the right enough that she wasn't covered in it filled the air as she stared at the single hanging light above. Everything seemed to slowly drain away from her. Sounds of the crowd, the feeling of pain, everything she felt slowly slid away but she wasn't losing consciousness. The world never went black. No, soon those lost sensations were replaced with an unerring calm. Anger, she was angry as hell, at the Empire and what it was.. at herself.. at.. so much more than just this Nikto pummeling her into the ground. A cool, subtle anger that cleared her mind and focused her thoughts. Put everything into picture. Clearing away all of the clutter and then... then it was time to end this pathetic fight.
Rolling over Kristal pushed herself back up onto her true leg first and awkwardly onto the Cybernetic one second.
"They didn't even fit it right, who'd you steal that leg from girl?" the Nikto said when he witnessed this, a boisterous laugh.
Kristal responded calmly, "My apologies, I haven't managed to get used to it yet. I only lost it the other day," she revealed as she turned around with the serenity of a focused mind.
"T-they what?" he asked, dumbfounded.
However before anything more could be said Kristal surged forward again. Swinging a few times that never hit before the Nikto finally decided to swing back. Once he did she swung with her cybernetic fist. Both sets of knuckles collided in the center of the two and there was a sickening crunch followed by a sharp squeal from the Nikto. Stumbling back he held his broken hand in the other, looking at it in shock and horror as Kristal kept coming. Three more hits and he was to his knees. Once he was there it was only a matter of time before the metal of her forearm crushed the life out of his throat. Ending his life... and the Cage match.
Once it was over the crowd was surprised silent... for a few seconds, at least. Then the loud boisterous shouting and cheering filled the scene once again.
Day 7, EA - MA | Side Job, Brawl: 5eA+2eD 5 successes
+200 Credits.
Moving inside of some back alley entryway she moved past a few crowds, one couple even getting hot and heavy on the stairs until she was able to squeeze through to the main floor at least one level lower. Once there she followed the sound of shouting over money that pervaded even this stink. At the center she found a Bothan, ugly fellow, but he was the man in charge. Smoking a Death Stick he puffed some of the smoke into the woman's face before him. Agreeing to let her in on a match and giving her a beaten up, dirty old sweatshirt. Something about wanting the show of impressive Cybernetics to be a surprise for the crowd. Something to really get them going when it was revealed.
Stepping into the ring Kristal looked toward the ground. A cold demeanor to wash over her senses before the fight. There was clamoring once the Nikto that stepped into the ring on the other side was announced but she was too focused on the scent of blood from the still fresh pool at her feet to care enough to listen. Apparently, by the sound of the crowd at least, he had been a crowd favorite for quite some time...
Once the match started it was anything but quick. Even her time with her crew training didn't prepare her for this kind of hand to hand. The Nikto was fast, deadly, and aimed for weak spots Kristal didn't even know she had. For a solid minute it was a beat down followed by a beat down. Some in the crowd even started to think of she must have earned those cybernetic limbs in the first place. Clearly the woman was apt at taking a beating.
After a solid uppercut to the jaw was she finally knocked to her ass. Having barely scratched him with her ineffectual swinging. Scent of blood, hers and the pool just over to the right enough that she wasn't covered in it filled the air as she stared at the single hanging light above. Everything seemed to slowly drain away from her. Sounds of the crowd, the feeling of pain, everything she felt slowly slid away but she wasn't losing consciousness. The world never went black. No, soon those lost sensations were replaced with an unerring calm. Anger, she was angry as hell, at the Empire and what it was.. at herself.. at.. so much more than just this Nikto pummeling her into the ground. A cool, subtle anger that cleared her mind and focused her thoughts. Put everything into picture. Clearing away all of the clutter and then... then it was time to end this pathetic fight.
Rolling over Kristal pushed herself back up onto her true leg first and awkwardly onto the Cybernetic one second.
"They didn't even fit it right, who'd you steal that leg from girl?" the Nikto said when he witnessed this, a boisterous laugh.
Kristal responded calmly, "My apologies, I haven't managed to get used to it yet. I only lost it the other day," she revealed as she turned around with the serenity of a focused mind.
"T-they what?" he asked, dumbfounded.
However before anything more could be said Kristal surged forward again. Swinging a few times that never hit before the Nikto finally decided to swing back. Once he did she swung with her cybernetic fist. Both sets of knuckles collided in the center of the two and there was a sickening crunch followed by a sharp squeal from the Nikto. Stumbling back he held his broken hand in the other, looking at it in shock and horror as Kristal kept coming. Three more hits and he was to his knees. Once he was there it was only a matter of time before the metal of her forearm crushed the life out of his throat. Ending his life... and the Cage match.
Once it was over the crowd was surprised silent... for a few seconds, at least. Then the loud boisterous shouting and cheering filled the scene once again.
Day 7, EA - MA | Side Job, Brawl: 5eA+2eD 5 successes
+200 Credits.