District C- Slums
Route to the Bridge
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The smell was somehow worse outside the crumbling tower than it was inside. The streets were wet with fresh sewage and blood. The city's rejected and ignore did their best to keep it clean. The poured buckets of cloudy water onto the cobblestones and scrubbed them to the best of their abilities with creaky old brushed. There were no holographic screens here. No cleaning droids. No technology worth writing home about.
The locals eyed the Champions with tired, hungry eyes. Desperate eyes. Jealous eyes. Even as they trekked through filth of the city's underworld and coating themselves in what they prayed was simply
mud, the pariahs of Prudence could still tell that they weren't from around these parts. They lacked the hopeless eyes that defined the citizens of District C.
A dozen hands were raised towards them. Men. Women. Children. All sick and thin, begging for a spare credit or two.
News of the Hunt had travelled slowly though the slums. They had missed out on the roar of city's screens. They had missed out on the hype and the excitement. Their names meant nothing down here. When it came to the hunt, the pariahs were living under rocks.
"Alms for the poor, please!" A thin hand pull on the edge of Ventress' cloak. She delicately pulled it from the child's grasp.
"Please!"
The assassin averted her gaze. Even a woman as heartless as she couldn't endure the young girl's helpless gaze. God, she thought she was stronger than this...
"We need to keep moving. We need to get out of here. Get the money and go."
She pulled her hood over here eyes.
"We can't stop. Not for anything. Not here."
@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums
District B- Sewers
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The city's sewers system was a maze in itself. The distant groaning of filters and engines was enough to throw of anyone's concentration. There were barely any straight paths. Everything tunnel seemed to twist back onto itself. Travelling long distances via the sewers would prove to be a challenge-- it wasn't impossible, but it required an excellent sense of direction.
After what seemed like a lifetime of searching, the soldier arrived at the larger clearing. It was a smugglers haven- a large opening in the sewers used to hide contraband. A large open cover sat at the centre of the ceiling. It was a way out. A way to the Motel. But reaching it? That was a different story.
The clearing's ceiling was curved. Scaling the walls was out of the question. The only way to reach to skylight would be to climb the series of pulleys and levers the smugglers had once used to transport their goods. Reaching the pulleys, however, would be a challenge in itself.
A hunter was rummaging through the contraband. Ears sensitive ears and paranoid demeanour alerted him to the solider's presence in an instant.
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"Chuba!" Greedo gargled, shooting first. A plasma blast shattered the stones beside the solider. "Now kong bantha poodoo! Me Wompity du, Murishani… sleemo!!"
@dark @District B/Sewers
District B- Church of the Goddess
"Ah, yes..." The Vicar sighed and lead Higgs into his kitchen.
"For a world named 'Prudence', this world is lacking just that. The people around here... they like the live in the moment. They live for the rush of the casino. For the thrill of the race track. For the life that an expensive purchase. They don't think about tomorrow. To them, it's all about 'today'. All about 'them'. Just way Sorc likes it..." The Vicar approached his stew pot and began to stir.
"It makes a change to find a selfless heart amongst all this chaos. Though... I must ask: What inspired you to share your credits with us? Are you a Goddessian too? You're a traveller, I can tell that much. We don't get many souls like yours around here."
@amwexia @Church of the Goddess
District A- Skyscraper
"They're common in certain places... places like Japan, in my time and place." Gen wrapped his thin fingers around the car's wheel and slowly turned it towards the edge of the roof.
"They're different there. Smaller. Ground based. Good for kicking."
The car slowly slipped over the edge of the roof. It didn't fall. It was off to a good start.
"I was never a fan of them. Can't say I'm in love with them now... but their controls are... intuitive."
Once the ship was in the air, its auto-pilot did most of the work. It only required the slight twist of its real to guide it through the city's maze of towers.
"If we're sharing names... You might call me 'Gen'."
The Devil of Hong Kong cut his introduction short. It was best that he left his 'title' unsaid.
***
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The car's autopilot dropped them off just outside the Lucky Hand Casino. A wave of neon washed over them. The wall of light was hard to penetrate with placing a hand over your face. Musical roared. Patrons laughed and stumbled out onto the streets of Prudence stinking of booze.
"Good after noon, sirs and madame." A chauffeur droid beeped.
"Might I take your coats? You've chosen an excellent night to pay us a visit. We've got some excellent acts performing for you and you alone! Shag Kava are performing in the Games' Hall as we speak. It's set to be a wonderful night."
"Quite."
"The buy in for tonight's games will be 7,000 credits. Would you like me to lead you to a table?"
@Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva @Yun Lee @District B- Casino
District B- Mall Food Court
Trudgen howled in pain. He gritted his teeth. His snarled like a rabid dog.
He fell to his knees. Blood poured from his thighs. Through a crack in his helmet, Kruber saw a human eye- an eye burned black by Nosferatu- staring back at him. A single emotion had consumed it- hate.
He felt the Shadow creeping in around. Death was coming. He could taste it.
He dropped his spear. He threw his arms in front of him to meet Markus' blade. He gripped it's steel with all the strength left within him. It tore through his gloves. It cut deep into his flesh. But the pain only strengthened his convictions.
"I am I Knight of Ren!" He spat.
"I was chosen by the Shadow!"
A crimson stream danced across the end of Krube's blade. Blood, from Ren's hands.
"I was Chosen! You hear me? Chosen!!"
A blue light began to glow behind his eyes.
"The Shadow chose me! It made me! You don't get to take me!"
The light spread to his hands. It crackled. It burned.
"You don't get to kill me! You don't have the right! You don't have the--"
[BBBZZZZZZZZSSHHH]
A stream of force lightning surged forth. It was a bolt of hate. Of anger. Of misery. Of hopelessness. The burned its way through both men. Kruber's sword began a lighting rod, channelling the thunder from one man to another.
"You---Dont---have---the---right!"
@Yun Lee @Takumi @Gummi Bunnies @Crunch @Atomic Knight @District B Mall
District B- The Streets
A chuckle rattled up from the depths of Vamp's empty lungs.
"There are no surprises here, child. You muscles. I can read them. Your mind. I can read it took. Control it... Yes... you can't kill me... You never could..." Vamp's eyes pierced Chase'. He words echoed around his head. Pounding. Over. And over. And over. No mattered how hard he tried, Davenport couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot, his mind was caught within a hypnotic snare.
"Yes..." Vamp exhaled.
"Yes I know... You're afraid. I can smell it. Taste it."
He licked his lips.
"I could kill you right now. It would be so... easy. Someday, I perhaps I shall. But not now. No. Not now."
Vamp placed his knife back into his belt. Chase felt his body loosen up again. He move freely. Breathe freely.
"Sorc Tormo has promised to kill us all if we do not give him his money. When he tries, I won't fight him. I'll embrace him." He hissed.
"I'll embrace death. I won't need credits where I'm going. No."
Vamp pressed his thumb against his collar.
//CREDIT TRANSFER//
//NEW BALANCE: 2,000 CREDITS//
//CHASE DAVENPORT//
//CREDITS RECEIVED//
//NEW BALANCE: 20,000 CREDITS//
"Enjoy your credits. Don't spend them all at one place. Oh, and one more thing:"
He flicked up the collar of his coated. His wrapped it around his chest a little tighter. He turned to leave.
"The nano-machines in my veins? If a child could override them, my death-wish would have been granted years ago. You overestimated yourself today. Make that mistake again, and you will die."
@Lucky
District B- Bar
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It was at this point that Frost realised that he had made a terrible mistake.
So far, he had said nothing to intentional offend Bad Girl.
Hell, he had said next to nothing at all.
And she had responded with a series of death threats. Threats he knew she would fulfil some day soon.
He was in too deep. He couldn't pull out now. He had to grin and bear it. He'd have to wipe the sweat from his brow and bite his tongue. With any luck, with the rate she was drinking, she'd pass out before the night was done. Then, and only then, could he safely retreat.
"The pleasure's all mine..." Frost sighed. It wasn't like he could pull 20 million credits out of thin air anyway. Might as well accept his fate.
"Yes... The pleasure's all mine..."
***
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The Dive bar at the end of the street was cold and loud. The locals barely paid them any attention. They were lost in their drunken debates and bizarre stories. Frost made a beeline for the counter, pulled up a tool and slouched down into it.
"As many drinks as 10,000 credits can buy, thank you..." The Frost Demon sighed, tapping on his collar.
"Take a 500 credit tip..."
//CREDITS TRANSFERRED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 500 CREDITS//
The bartender placed a tray of silver glasses down before them. Frost passed one to Bad Girl before slumping back down into his seat.
"Bottoms up..."
A moment later, Vamp entered the bar. He transferred the bartender a thousand credits.
"To the end of the world," He toasted, raising his drink to the heavens. His expression remained blank.
"To Fortune."
@Jeremi
District A- Underground
Pinned, shot, stabbed and pummelled, Boba's hopes of survival went up in smoke, much like his jet-pack. Victor's shots had ruptured its fuel tanks. For a moment or two, he flew blindly. But his final flight didn't last long. He soared forth like an emerald bullet... straight into the rear wall of the station.
With a crack, the remains of his suit finally shattered. His body had been torn to ribbons by Rhaast. No man could endure a beating such as that.
Fett gurgled one final time.
"Damn you all...."
The late night train trampled his remains. By the time is cruised by, only his helmet remained.
BOBA FETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY SALTZPYRE AND SHREDDED BY KAYN!
Kayn's collar began to beep. Once again.
//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 4,011,000 CREDITS//
Boba's body began to beep. Like a ghost in the machine, Boba's collar continued to glow, filling his helmet with light.
2 million credits now sat on the tracks of the District A station. Easy money to whoever reached it first....
@Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground