Star Wars RP

The two groups rushed one another, Imperial troops and Republic soldiers coming to blows rather quickly. Before long it was an all out brawl, though the Jedi appeared to be meditating in the middle of it. As he began to approach, a group of Mandalorians rushed Brayner, tackling the Sith to the ground. Their armor bore sigils of a Clan the Lord didn’t recognize-- likely some splinter group unaffiliated with the Empire. Atleast, directly.

Armored gauntlets came slamming down onto the masked Force User, rattling him for a moment before he released a sharp growl, expelling the Force in a wave around him to knock the combatants off. Skidding along the ground, they quickly righted themselves, as did Brayner.

“You’ve made quite the mistake.” The Sith warned them. As they both jumped him again, the Human called the Force to him, enhancing his strength to catch one of the poor souls by the throat, while bringing his other arm up to block the other blow. As he began to strangle the other Mandalorian-- lifting him a considerable amount into the air with his Force-endowed strength, he was then used as a bludgeon, slamming into the other Mandalorian with enough force to crack a few bones.

Soon, there was a phantom, vice-like grip on their necks before, with a flick of his wrist, they snapped with a resounding, sickening crunch. The Sith turned then, to see his fellow Imperials beaten-- some, lying motionless on the blood-stained durasteel floor. The Jedi approached, and his remaining men began to encircle him.

“You’re surrounded, Sith. Back down and you’ll be treated fairly. Resist, and we will take you in by force.” The Jedi said in an effort to convince the other man to stop the fighting. Brayner snorted, cracking a wicked grin under the mask.

“Surrounded..?” He questioned, peering around as he began to reach out with the Force. “All I am surrounded by is fear. And dead men.” Concentrating then, the majority of the Republic soldiers began to raise into the air, some grasping for their throats before there were multiple loud, nauseating squishing and crunching noises. The bodies dropped to the floor, blood oozing from some of their slackened jaws. The remaining two soldiers simply looked on in horror, before running back.

Now, Jedi and Sith faced eachother, each taking a stance. No lightsabers. Only the Force, and their physical prowess.

Opening his eyes, peering up to the ceiling of the room he was in, the Sith strained to get any details before his mask polarized to block the glare of the lights overhead. A raised, large room, seats on the side-- viewports dotted throughout, what were likely other floors of the building. 

This is an arena. He thought, trying to reach out with the Force to sense.. anything, at the moment. Last he knew, he was on Nar Shaddaa to get away from the usual noise of Vaiken. Somewhere he could drink in peace. Looking around, now, the Lord noted himself to be in some form of cage. Soon, a voice came over the loudspeakers of the building. A Hutt, by the sound of it. Its translator droid soon followed.

“Hello, and congratulations! You have all been selected to participate in the glorious battle royale of Kurulla the Hutt! The victor will be given the prize of freedom! Fighters ready, five minutes!”

Upon the speaker shutting off, Brayner began to remember how he came to be in this situation. He had been drinking on Nar Shaddaa in the Slippery Slopes, when one of the servant girls stumbled into him. Not long after, he had felt unbalanced, dizzy and unable to form much of a coherent thought before blacking out. He was drugged-- quite heavily.

A voice pulled him out of his memories, the human peering to the side to spot a Weequay guard slamming a stun-stick against the side of the cage. Now, he had noticed this guard holding something quite important to the Sith. His lightsaber. Barking out a laugh, the guard said some insult or another in Huttese before walking off.

The cage began to descend into the floor before a few moments passed, raising back into the arena proper. An alarm buzzed and the bars of the cell lowered, Brayner proceeding to step out off the durasteel floor onto that of the arena. Here, he saw his opponents.

Mandalorians, thugs, Republic and Imperial soldiers alike-- and a figure clad in brown robes, accompanied by armor. A Jedi. Their respective sides went to find one another, the Imperials locating Brayner and the Republic troops locating their Jedi.

“My Lord.” The lead Imperial said, offering a salute as the others followed suit, “I wasn’t aware they’d managed to capture a Sith for this foolish contest.” Though before they could get a response, they were already being rushed by the Republic group. Turning, the Sith faced the Jedi and prepared for a fight with these new foes.