Mass Effect X-3: "Until Our Last Breath" [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

[707sTYPO]

❝If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.❞

[kitties!]"Wait, Skipper--"

[kitties!]Well. She tried. Regardless of whether or not Krogan was going to follow her friendly suggestion of...not going through with this, Skipper had jumped into the arena and was in full swing by this point, so there was no backing out if Krogan wanted to get out of there conscious. ...or in one piece.

[kitties!]"C'mere, big guy. Try and fight someone who can reproduce."

[kitties!]Smack. Her hand came up to her face again, and Nali squeezed her eyes shut tight. So full of tact... the asari thought to herself, still unable to believe he'd just said that, especially to be heard by so many people. Well, maybe she could believe it, but that was even worse. "He's back, Nali," she sighed to herself, dropping her hand back to her side and opening her eyes to watch the ring again, "Just be glad he's back..."


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[Solid Snake in the Box]

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'K r o g a n'
" Kill, or kill lots.
└ There is no try.~ Krogan Shaman ┘

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Was Thinking About: RAWR!

Part of him flashed a tired smile as the human actually went into the arena. Either he was very and brave, or very stupid. Didn't care either way. However it wasn't entirely expected that he would laugh at Skipper's comment echoed throughout the arena as the krogan took steps forward to close the gap between the two, though stayed out of striking range,"You obviously have no knowledge of the genophage, human. We are not as sterilized as you think, whereas I surely doubt nothing in this world would breed with the likes of you. If anything, YOU are the sterilized one!" Oh how blissfully unaware of how WRONG that was as he looked up to Nali for a moment and grinned: Yes, this was for the battlemaster.

(OOC: Short, sweet, ready.)

Currently Thinking About: Too late, now you're DEAD!

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└ "Oh...you said incapacitate? I thought you said decap- Errr, I mean- Nothing!"~ Krogan. ┘

[whirlwind 090210]

Otium Aris

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Sooooo-lider Man!
Traveling the galaxy,
Looking at all he can seeeee,'

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"The Newest Chapter in the course our lives this year. 'Bullshit, year one: The Krogan Spectre in a human body and the Krogan....Oh, won't this be a lovely tale of bonding.'" moaned the Drell in an agitated tone, hanging his head down. As he placed both hands over his face, he just wanted to believe this was a bad dream. It just had to be....and the banter between Krogan and Owyn wasn't leading to anything positive.

Banding together once more (with a new arrival or two). Against all odds, they managed to find one another, and yet this occurred. As though goddesses or whatever otherworldly forces wanted to a cheap laugh, Oywn went from briefly addressing Aris..to wanting to fight Krogan. And when they were so close getting paid and off this rock, in came Krogan, ready to challenge Skipper.

Donlokdon'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlookdo--Aw, crud. thought Aris as he let out a tired sigh.Against his desires, he looked.And they were still there, ready to fight--As Aris turned to face the rest of the team, he snarled:

"We can't afford two fighters injured, but they'll back down..probably NEVER. Please, anyone here tell me that.this.is.a.dream. I mean, this is just too ridiculous to be true..."
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Soolldier man!
Moving as fast as he can be...
Soolllddier m-mnananan....
Soldier man!
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[Specter Flux]

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noli me vocare, ego te vocabo

[apt]What a charming day it was. The neon lights were glowing brightly, he'd solved some idiot's problem with an incorrectly installed sound system, and that 'really need to get off Omega' feeling hadn't quite hit yet. Or, to be more truthful, that 'really, really need to get off Omega' feeling hadn't quite hit yet. The former was as omnipresent as the buzz of activity that hummed through the station at all hours. Ryan had absolutely nothing to do and all the time in the world in which to do it, unless he could find another sucker willing to pay good credits in order to avoid the deathly menace of instruction manuals.

[apt]Sadly, such an occurrence was unlikely at best. And in lieu of hunting around for something else to occupy his time, he had settled for the nearest available entertainment, watching two krogans smash the living hell out of one another. It beat crashing in what passed for his hotel room. Though not by much. He observed with detached interest, no stake in either combatant either monetary or personal, wondering exactly how much force was behind the massive blows. One thing for sure, he wouldn't deliberately get in the path of either of the two krogans.

[apt]The subsequent challenge was amusing to say the least, if not likely to be accepted. Who in their right mind would jump into the ring versus that... and... and wow.

[apt]Is this guy completely insane?

[apt]No way in the universe did that just happen. The man had guts like Ryan had never seen. Guts that were about to be splattered against the wall, but hey, you win some, you lose some. He glanced intermittently from the cocky b*****d to the group in the stands from which he had just jumped, torn between a grin and a look of utter disbelief.

[apt]Well. Hopefully they wouldn't miss him too much.

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exitus acta probat

[Captain Teeb]

"I'm like a freaking dead people factory."
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[NOTE:The whole auto thing is being done since Snake isn't online and I can't halt the RP for any longer, be he sick or not. Hope he gets better quick though, since we love him!]

Tank found himself halted by a powerful right hook to the jaw, sending him to the ground and on his side with the force of his. While shaking his now aching right hand for a moment, Skipper looked down on his opponent with a wild look in his eye and a cocky grin on his lips while speaking. "Watch what you're sayin' there. Just so happens your precious battlemaster has a habit of checking me out every now and then." he said with a chuckle as he grabbed Tank by the neck of his armour and dragged him to his feet, where he found himself thrown to the ground by the larger being. Cursing to himself, Skipper only managed to get his thoughts back together when the krogan had jumped off the ground and levelled itself out in preparati0on for a bodyslam, which Skipper narrowly avoided with a sideways roll.

Tank hit the ground facefirst with a thud while Skipper scrambled to his feet. As Tank got up on all fours Skipper leapt onto the beast, thrusting his palm onto the back of his head and slamming him face down onto Omega's concrete flooring. All this tossing around a krogan had taken it's toll on Skipper's body as well, and the Spectre found himself taking this opportunity to recooperate himself and re-evaluate his position. As soon as he let off, though, he felt himself get hit in the side by a krogan's solid head-crest and knocked a good few metres across the ground. Skipper had fallen victim to a very potent krogan charge.

Clutching his side and limping ever so slightly, Owyn struggled his way over to the arena wall and leant on his to catch his breath and stretch out his bruised leg. As soon as he'd finished stretching out his wounds a familar rapid thudding of feet began to grow louder behind him and as the former Spectre turned around he found himself thrusting himself away from the wall with the flat of his hand and watching Tank fly headfirst into it, feeling a decisive bout of knockback and beginning to stagger around the area which he stood in. By now Skipper had gotten a wide birth of about five metres, and Krogan shook his head to get back in the game. Time for round two.

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Where is he? Omega: Valhalla Arena
And who's he with? Krogan/Tank
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[The Blurry Surrealist]

((Little tidbit of Nali dialogue added in was approved by Gemini. Just saving us one or two short posts in favor of moving things along.))

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-----------"It's time for some thrilling heroics."

Velorix had enjoyed the entertainment and the return of their beloved captain, but his mood was dampened when 'Krogan' issued a challenge. His mandibles twitched slightly in irritation at the mention of 'weak,' and he was afraid Owyn would sink back into that pit of... not... Skipper-ness. Hell, the Turian almost jumped in there himself until realizing it was a very, very bad idea and was forced to stay back and watch how the fight would play out. He had confidence in Owyn, no doubt, but still worried about his dudebro. Especially since some people in the arena crowd would recognize the human, and who knows what they'd do then? Omega wasn't a place with high morals from what he'd seen.

It was just then that Velorix spied someone nearby eyeing them with... interest? He didn't know what the look was, really, only that it unsettled him. In times like these, the former Spectre had to be on the lookout for anyone who'd want to turn in Skipper or himself for some credits, because escaping from Purgatory-- though granting good bragging rights-- would not be pleasant. Faust probably wouldn't be there to help that time around either, and Velorix knew that the British man was the sole reason he escaped unscathed.

He cast a glance at Nali. "...That person is making my Velorix-senses tingle... and not in the good way."

The Asari merely raised an eyebrow at him in response, then followed Vel's gaze to the dark-haired man. "Well, go talk to him then."

...No. No thank you. He gestured to the arena where Owyn and 'Krogan' were and chuckled. "And miss this? Are you nuts? You do it." He wasn't about to be distracted from a Skipper a**-kicking anytime soon.

[707sTYPO]

❝If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.❞

[kitties!]"Not a dream," the asari responded to Otium's wishes, "Just Skipper." This...probably wasn't exactly what he must've been expecting when she'd told him stories of the man, but to be honest, considering how many instances where Skipper had taken krogan down without weapons, the drell had to have figured he must have been at least a little crazy...

[kitties!]Still, the dialogue going on in the ring made Nali either want to cringe or c**k her head in confusion. ...or sigh that this was still happening. After all, their battle cries seemed to have turned into some kind of discussion on sterility or something of the sort until Skipper finally threw a right hook at the larger alien. Her attention was kind of happily pulled from the fight, however, when her turian friend mentioned his Velorix-senses. Coming from anyone else, this would've summoned a funny look from the lady, but she instead followed his glance over to another side of the audience.

[kitties!]There, she saw...more people, actually (surprise!), but her eyes finally caught on the subject only because of how pale the man's face was. But Velorix didn't want to miss any of the fight, and to be honest...Nali kind of did. It was fun to watch Skipper fight, but not against one of her team, especially when they were hurting for simple things like medi-gel and other medi-things in the first place. Well, that, and she'd never seen Skipper win against a krogan without killing him, and seeing him lose was just...disheartening.

[kitties!]Nali looked over to the dark-haired human in the stands again, this time trying to figure out how to go about the little "investigation" before she started keeping her eyes on where she was going as she put her little plan into action. Ignoring any unwanted attention from the crowd of charming gentlemen through which she was moving, the asari finally stopped when she'd placed herself next to the one in question, her eyes still on the fight in front of them as she spoke.

[kitties!]"So. Interesting fight," Nali began, "Unless, of course, there's something more fascinating over there in the audience."

[kitties!]With the subtle hints that Krogan had been dropping over the speakers concerning who they were, the maiden was actually pretty convinced a lot of the spectators present weren't bright enough to connect words like Skipper and Amazon and get something like a reward big enough to purchase a personal asari harem for everyone on the Christmas list. Regardless of her opinion of those on this Goddess-forsaken rock, however, she had to make sure this one wasn't an exception. Of course, if he hadn't made the connection, she had to be careful not to come right out and say, Hope you aren't thinking about collecting the massive bounties on each one of our heads.


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[JesterXI]

"I reckon we should set a vending machine on fire and toss it out the window! Viva la Resistance!"



This was definatly happening, Owyn was stepping into the arena to fight Krogan, who had just been insulting SKipper for many things. Veronica glanced at Otium grinning as he bemoaned the current situation. She stepped besides him and patted him on the shoulder. " This is definatly happening my good man, our slightly insane and maybe hungover Captain, is getting into a brawl with our man eating Krogan. We may as well enjoy it while it lasts, this sort of thing probably won't happen again. ". Veronica glanced at the Arena, the fight had already started with Skipper rapidly gaining the upper hand. For all of Krogan's boasting he was getting his a** handed to him, what was more impressive was Skipper, he'd been drinking and moping for about a year and still knew how to kick a**.

There was always a chance that Skipper might lose. Veronica once again tapped Otium on the shoulder. " How bout a little wager? That'll make this even more interesting, 1000 credits says Krogan wins! What do ya say?". She held her hand for Otium to shake in acceptence of this sidebet. Veronica winced as she saw Skipper get hit with the deadly Krogan charge, the tables had turned! Round two was just beggining and Skipper seemed to have difficulty moving. She turned to Otium for third time grinning, " How bout 1500 instead?".

[Specter Flux]

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noli me vocare, ego te vocabo

[apt]The guy might be a lunatic, but he was pulling it off in style. Despite being slammed several times by the krogan, he was still moving, and more than that, dishing out some damage of his own. It was a curious thing to see. A tribute to human indomitability. Or a tribute, perhaps, to the reckless stupidity of sentient beings the galaxy over. Depended how cynical you were.

[apt]But Ryan couldn't help but wonder whether it still counted as reckless stupidity if one was actually capable of pulling a stunt like this off. Maybe this man, this 'Skipper' - the name sounded oddly familiar for some reason - knew something not obvious at first glance. Something like 'Sure, I can take down a krogan hand-to-hand. Or a couple if it comes down to that. Things only start to get tricky at the half-a-dozen mark.'

[apt]Another glance back to the group in the stands showed the asari breaking away and moving through the audience. She must not be as fascinated as the rest of them, then. Though for the life of him, Ryan couldn't understand why. This fight was quite definitely in the top few 'Most Interesting Cases of Single Combat.' And not just because the majority of the rest were utterly dull. No, this moment had a unique charm all its own.

[apt]His observation was interrupted by the sudden reappearance of the asari, who was now standing next to him, and despite her apparent focus on the arena, obviously addressing him about the way he had kept eying her little band of characters. Why, Ryan couldn't venture to guess. Everyone on Omega had something to hide, and though if a couple curious glances warranted a response it must be something rather out of the ordinary, surely he didn't appear to be a major threat. Unless they were trying to lay low. In which case, well, they had failed pretty badly the moment one of them jumped into the arena.

[apt]"There was," Ryan replied with a shrug, still staring into the arena - if the asari was trying to appear casual he was content to return the favor - "but she moved." The fight still held much of his interest, but he was casting about in the back of his mind for any information on who these people were, and restraining the impulse to walk away. Because that would just look suspicious.

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exitus acta probat

[Captain Teeb]

"I'm like a freaking dead people factory."
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Tank and Owyn had now taken up a neutral position about six metres apart, standing opposite one another eyeing each other up menacingly. Owyn breathed moe heavily than usual, adrenaline pumping and whatnot. This was the first proper fight he'd been in in quite sometime, frankly even he was surprised he was holding up this well. Sure, he thought he'd win but he thought that by now he'd recieve one of the biggest beatings of his life. Owyn snickered to himself momentarily as his ego floated around his head; guess he was just made of tougher stuff than he thought.

This silence was broken as Tank began trudging forward, getting ever faster as he built up momentum and began another charge. Stupidly, Owyn did the first thing that came to mind and began to run back at Tank, not nearly as fast or powerfully. As the two came within distance, Owyn hopped off the ground in an attempt to land on Tank. That idea was confirmed to have failed as Owyn felt Tank's arms wrap around him and take him with him into the charge. A few quick seconds passed and Owyn felt this momentum slam and pin him against a wall, feet off the ground as Tank reared his fist back and punched Owyn in the jaw and then the gut, winding him rather handidly before dropping him to the ground at his feet. As Owyn struggled to catch his breath, he felt Krogan grab him by the armour plating and lift him with a single hand, before tossing him a fair distance and sending him hurtling through the air.

Owyn landed on his back and bounced a few times before skidding to a quick halt. His ears were ringing at the bottom as he grimaced in pain. As soon as the ringing began to dissipate, Owyn heard a familiar loud thumping across the arena. Tank was charging again. This time Owyn barely had any time left, but the former Spectre decided to take advantage of the fact that he was on the ground. As soon as Tank was just about to trample the poor human, Owyn maneouvered out of the way and kicked Tank in the shins, sending the krogan hurtling in a similar fashion to the way Owyn just did, albeit closer to the ground. Standing back to his feet, Owyn straightened up tall and wiped a bit of blood that trickled from his bottom lip thanks to Tank's punch earlier. "Bite me." he taunted to Tank as the krogan began to stand back up. Noticing Tank recooperating, Owyn marched toward the giant reptile and timed a powerful punch with krogan's standing, catching his opponent straight in the coat with his armoured fist and flooring him again.
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Where is he? Omega: Valhalla Arena
And who's he with? Krogan/Tank
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[707sTYPO]

❝If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.❞

[kitties!]Well! That didn't go as well as planned. Then again, Nali had never really been much for plans, and she honestly wasn't that sure what she'd been expecting to happen, like she was almost disappointed that he didn't just lay out an elaborate scheme he'd cooked up in the last thirty seconds to turn the group in for that nice bit of credits. At least with his answer, though, she was just about certain that it was their group he'd been observing.

[kitties!]"And now I suppose she's--" The asari opened her mouth to speak again, really just winging it at this point, but before she could find out what she was going to say, she winced at what was going on in the ring. "--by the Goddess--Krogan, we just got him back! Don't--" she interrupted herself and shouted into the ring when Krogan threw the former Spectre. Don't kill him would've been that last bit in spite of the cheers of the others in the crowd, but when the human got up and started turning the fight towards him again, Nali called out to the two again, "Dammit, Skipper, try not to--"

[kitties!]Oh, to hell with it. Neither of them had listened when she'd tried to stop this fight before it'd started. Why did she think they were going to start now? Frustrated, the maiden sighed and turned to look at the human next to whom she was standing. "Is there something we can help you with, or are you just gonna be creepy and steal glances every now and then?" Oh well. Subtlety had never been her niche, anyway.


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noli me vocare, ego te vocabo

[apt]Wait. Were the two in the arena both friends with this woman? It did make some kind of sense given the speech. Curious. Things were going to be awkward as hell when one of them - Ryan was no longer certain which it would be - wound up with his skull crushed in.

[apt]And speaking of awkward, it finally dawned on him where he had heard the name Owyn Skipper before. Or, rather, where he had heard the name Owyn Skipper most lately. The reaction made a bit more sense, now. If he had the kind of money hanging over his head that these people did, he might be a little jumpy too. Though he considered himself slightly more subtle.

[apt]"Eh, unless you guys are looking for a brilliant engineer or technician, I'll have to settle for creepy glances. You can opt for distracted staring, but I'd like to keep an eye on the arena." Ryan turned his attention to the asari for the first time, one eyebrow quirked slightly in amusement. "Seriously, though. If I was going to screw with your team, you wouldn't catch me looking."

Maybe it wasn't the greatest of reassurances, but it was true enough.

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exitus acta probat

[707sTYPO]

❝If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.❞

[kitties!]Nali regarded the man for another moment, though she did make sure to keep an ear open for the fight, just to make sure no one died or anything silly like that. He did raise a good point, though. Krogan and Skipper were doing a pretty good job of displaying their skill in the ring, and that was just the two of them. Come to think of it, anyone not affiliated with the authorities or the Dark Moons was either new or too dumb to bring them in. Deciding this human was harmless (for now, at least, since it didn't look like she was gonna get much out of him), she was about to return to the team before she stopped herself mid-turn.

[kitties!]Actually. Though they were short on supplies and this fight hadn't gone exactly as she'd pictured, the crowd had been sufficiently pleased--that prize money was sure to go to their pockets. Well, that, and they really could've used another technician. Just like supplies, they were running low on crew members with tech knowledge, but people skilled people were even harder to come across these days. "Hold on. How brilliant? And how attached to this rock are you?"


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Otium Aris

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Sooooo-lider Man!
Traveling the galaxy,
Looking at all he can seeeee,'

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"Gee, thanks for the reality check...1,500 credits?" questioned the drell. Sighing in agitation once more, Aris wanted to question why a bet would serve as a remedy to the situation. Considering that no matter who would be fighting, they'd still win prize money. Hopefully.

"Against my better judgement...I'll go for 2,000. It's all I got, and since everything has gone south, I suppose I'll just try and make the most of it like you are," Aris mumbled. As he turned his head,back to the fight, he saw the other Krogan charging Skipper. He couldn't hope that the fight would end quickly, coupled with the fact that they may or may not be cheated, unwise as that was. Turning his head back to Veronica, an solemn Aris growled:

"...You think this will be over in seven rounds?"
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Soolldier man!
Moving as fast as he can be...
Soolllddier m-mnananan....
Soldier man!
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[JesterXI]

"I reckon we should set a vending machine on fire and toss it out the window! Viva la Resistance!"



" No problem". Veronica replied dryly " It's what I'm here for". She raised an eyebrow when he upped the ante to 2000, she smiled, and nodded. " Two Thousand it is then". She couldn't help but chuckle when Otium said he'd try and make the most of things, she slapped him on the playfully. " That's the spirit! Enjoy this great moment while it lasts! With a confident and slightly cocky grin she turned her attention back the duel in the arena.

That was until Otium spoke yet again. Seven rounds... could Skipper and Krogan last that long? Veronica nodded without turning away from the fight. " By my reckoning? Seven or Eight rounds minimun, ten or eleven max. Skipper's a very detirmined man, it'll take alot to stop him and even then, you've got... ten, maybe twenty seconds tops before he comes at you again... we could be here all night... ".