Hurt Vector - 07 . Debts (second half)
Title: 07part . Debts (second half)
Series: Hurt Vector
Character(s): OC - Yain S. Juuri (Mandalorian)
Rating: M
Warning: VIOLENCE
Words: 5510~
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or anything in that universe. I'm not making money.
Author's Notes: This chapter is considerably violent. This is heavily thanks to my very, very good friend Mickey, who heard "PIT FIGHTING" and came up with an ingenious fight scene. I didn't use all of it, but I did put most of it in to the best of my ability. It's thanks to him I'm even done with this chapter, I think. lol. So thank you, honey.
Also, this chapter is longer than the last. So long, in fact, THAT I HAVE TO POST IN MORE THAN ONE LJ ENTRY. WTF.
EDITED: 01.08.2009
(Fan Fiction List)
Above the crowd hovers two announcer droids. They crackle to life, instantly silencing the room.
“Tugi a Cujo's Pit!”
“Welcome to Cujo’s Pit!”
The crowd cheers as a series of loud rings sound in the air. Lights flash in the level below us. The doors to the holding cells hiss open.
“K'aleypa, jiji setuka mo ya kapas'muna ja ichaga danjara Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar…”
“Tonight, we see the beautiful but deadly Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar…”
The Devaronian paces alongside the rusted metal walls, stepping carefully through the sanded ground with a slave collar around her neck and two tonfa, one in each hand. But the way she stands, the way her hands hold the weapons in a tight, white-knuckled grip, I can tell she's never fought before. Not like this.
“…ya pinya Barabel mogani, Taphas Reumar…”
“…the angry Barabel soldier, Taphas Reumar…”
The Barabel explodes into the center of the arena-looking like a giant, overgrown, two meter tall lizard built of pure muscle, standing on two hind legs with a thick, powerful tail. Its enormous snout rears open as it tears its shirt off, snaps its fanged jaw towards the sky, and roars. All around me a deafening roar echoes from the excited crowd in response, shaking loose debris from the ceiling.
“…e ya usha'kur dunki Mirialan, Vicler Merson!”
“…and the clever young Mirialan, Vicler Merson!”
I sense him before I see him. Which isn’t to say I can see him, because there’s too many kriffing people in the way. I wade through the excited crowd, shoving aside the odd sentient, to reach the tall cylindrical fence at the center. Once I reach it, I grab hold of the cage and tap my helmet against the durasteel grating.
Vicler stands with an arm wrapped around his midsection, over an old gray shirt, his signature slacks, and boots. He looks tired. Agitated. Rough around the edges. He looks around, careful to keep his back to the wall as he keeps an eye on the other two down there with him.
The Barabel lets loose a low growl, its clawed hands hanging low to the floor. It hunches over, nostrils flaring. Without warning, its head snaps to the side and it charges the Devaronian. She lunges to the side a half a second too slow, and Lizard's left claw rips through her shirt, slashing her side. One of the girl's tonfa whips through the air, smashing the reptile square in his enormous snout.
Lizard roars, wide jaws catching the tonfa as the Devaronian goes for a second hit. Its mouth slams shut, snapping the tonfa in two. The Devaronian darts to the side, narrowly avoiding another slash, only to have the reptile’s tail smash her into the wall. She lets out a strangled scream.
Around me, the crowd roars.
Lizard's fist closes around one of the female’s horns, and jerks her head sideways. It strikes, its snout closing around her midsection. Her hands claw uselessly at the reptile’s skin, her feet kicking out and flailing off the ground. The second tonfa smacks against Lizard’s face, skittering uselessly over its thick scales. Thick, viscous yellow-orange blood spills down her side, down her legs, and disappears into the sand.
My mind takes a spin. I grab hold of the grating to keep my balance.
The Barabel are known for their natural weapons-the fangs in their mouths. Just the breaking of skin is as good as an injection of toxic venom. Powerful, deadly bacteria travel through the bloodstream, multiplying at an obscene rate and prevent blood from clotting, inducing muscle paralysis among other things.
The other things being death.
A blur of gray and green collides with Lizard’s midsection. The girl drops to her feet, her hands around her waist. Vic and the reptile smash into the ground, sending a spray of sand in all directions. Vicler rolls off the reptile, arms loose at his sides and a sneer on his face. It disappears when Lizard’s claws slash across his chest. Three lines of red hit the sand.
The crowd explodes in vicious cheers and insults. The floor shakes beneath my feet, dipping low before bounding upwards. This is normal, as the floor is not secured from below but from above. Still, knowing that doesn’t make it easier to get used to.
Vicler sidesteps the reptile’s lunge and slams the heel of his thick boot into its snout. Blue tinted blood explodes from the reptile’s tiny nostrils.
A heady, animalistic roar shakes the whole arena.
Vic jumps backwards, ducks and dodges Lizard’s heavy, power-driven slashing. He keeps moving, barely staying in any one place for more than a second, but he’s running out of space. From here, I can see the sweat beading his brow and slicking down the sides of his face. The back of his shirt is dark, damp, while the red stain on the front steadily spreads.
I shut off my outbound comms and listen to myself breathe inside my helmet. I can taste the faint, bittermint aftertaste of my mouthwash. I want to close my eyes, but I don’t. Instead they defocus. I watch the two blurry figures dance across the Pit below me, with one trailing slow behind them. The third radiates a sickly yellow-green tinge to them-a color I associate with infection.
I blink, suddenly aware of the tension in the crowd. The Devaronian is up and limping heavily after the other two.
Vicler is slowing down. His movements are rigid. Constricted. His lips are tinted a shade lighter than they should be.
He falters, dodges a swipe to the gut. Lizard's fists slams into Vic's shoulder, dislocating it-the arm snaps back and flails, useless at his side. Then the reptile slams a knee into Vic’s ches, but instead of moving Vic takes the hit, grabs hold of the reptile’s leg, and twists. Lizard lands face first into the ground.
Vicler backpedals, stumbling over the sand as he struggles to force his shoulder back into place. The fingers of his injured arm twitch.
I can’t watch. I can’t look away.
Lizard slowly pushes up onto all fours, head shaking side to side in a very inhuman gesture. Thick clumps of blue blood drip from the reptile’s snout. A cloud of hot, violent rage fills the whole arena.
It sprints at Vic, stops short, and twists sharply. A thick wall of sand flies into the air as its tail collides with Vicler’s midsection, tossing him a few meters back to slam into the wall. His spine cracks loudly against the metal. His body bounces off, and he lands awkwardly on his feet. Lizard pushes the advantage, leaping towards Vic…
…as the Devaronian finally reaches them, and latches onto the unsuspecting reptile’s back. Her mouth opens wide, revealing a full set of chiseled canines, and she tears into the junction between its neck and shoulder.
Lizard shrieks, hands rearing over its head to grab hold of the girl. Vicler snaps forward and slams his elbow hard into the reptile’s throat. The reptile stumbles back, and Vic moves forward.
I can almost see the ripples of energy resonating around Vicler as he crouches low, jerks upwards, and lands an uppercut square under the reptile’s jaw. White and green shards of broken fangs fly from the reptile’s mouth. Lizard’s tail slaps the ground as it rears back, and lands a kick to Vic’s midsection. The Mirialan flies through the air, cracks into the wall a second time, and collapses.
The reptile then reaches back and grabs hold of one of the Devaronian’s horns. A gurgled shriek from the girl cuts through the thrilled audience’s cries as it tears her from its back and snaps the horn from her head.
She falls to the ground. The reptile drops the horn by her head and steps over her.
Before it gets too far, the Devaronian grabs hold of her broken horn, and stabs the sharp point into Lizard's back. It slices past the reptile’s thick hide. Blue spurts out from the wound as the girl slams her hands, two fisted, against the horn.
The reptile’s tail smacks hard against her head. Her skull crashes into the sand with a loud whumph. This time, she doesn’t get back up.
Lizard plucks the horn from its side as if it were just a thorn, despite the gaping hole it leaves behind. Then it turns towards Vicler's unmoving body by the wall, leaving a blue trail on the sand.
I shake the grated metal under my fingers. I want to scream. I want to rage. I want to cry. My eyes blur and my cheeks feel wet and I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
Vicler. Get up. Get the frack up. Get the frack up. Chaavla. Chakaar. Shabuir. Don’t do this to me. I won’t paint another line on my armor. I won’t. I can’t. Get up.
Get up.
“Vic,” my helmet’s speakers screech. “Get the haran up! Vic! Vicler!”
The reptile plucks Vic up from the ground with one hand. Vic struggles weakly, hands slapping against the reptile’s wrist.
Lizard's fist slams into the Mirialan’s face. Red sprays over the reptile’s arm and across the ground. The fist slams into his face a second time.
Then the reptile’s mouth opens wide, revealing broken, bloody fangs still capable of doing damage. The edges of its scaled mouth curve up in a sadistic grin, and it strikes. But before the bite lands, Vic’s knee connects hard under Lizard’s mouth. Blue sprays the air.
Vicler breaks free and drops to his knees on the sand. The reptile staggers backwards, disjointed, claws swiping the empty air. Vic pushes himself to his feet, stumbles forward, and ducks under the uncoordinated flailing. He plunges his fist into the hole left by the Devaronian’s horn, and rips out something pink and soft.
Lizard’s shriek cuts off as it falls to the ground, convulsing violently.
The crowd falls silent.
Whatever is in Vic’s hand falls to the ground.
A galaxy-shaking cheer sends loose objects to the floor as the audience explodes in shock, awe, and sheer adrenaline fueled excitement. Numerous fights break out around the Upper Level, and no one moves to stop them.
I retain enough presence of mind to shut off my comms before I sob inside my helmet. My eyes squeeze tight and my lungs constrict and pain shoots behind my pupils and I choke on my own strangled breathing and I can't think past the two words cycling in my head.
He’s alive. He’s alive.
( first half)
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Possible Points of Interest
Barabel - The Barabels were a cold-blooded reptilian species from Barab I.
Devaronian - Devaronians were a horned humanoid species from the world of Devaron in the Expansion Region.
Corellian Sector - The Corellian Sector was a high-rise district located on the moon Nar Shaddaa. Casinos and trendy hotspots such as the Meltdown Café attracted patrons from all walks of life.
Calendar Weeks - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Calendar
Iridonian - The Iridonians were a warrior people with a particularly bloodthirsty reputation.
Bimm - diminutive humanoids from the planet Bimmisaari. The Bimms consisted of two species-one, a Near-Human race, the other a floppy-eared, furred humanoid species.
tonfa - is a traditional weapon from which the modern side-handled police baton is derived. (non-SW link)
Glossary
MANDO'A
Mando'ad - Mandalorian
Gar buir hokaan'tehabi kovid - Your mother's severed head. (lit. Your bother's sliced'removed head)
Mirci't - Prisoner
HUTTESE
Cujo duwa Miski Ki'Miku. - Cujo's Sweet Treats. (lit. Cujo's sweet small-food)
Cujo ya Hatta - Cujo the Hutt
Cujo ya Bimm - Cujo the Bimm
ya lorda Cujo - the Master Cujo
Ji ne puti cha naga pe chobo. - I not bet on him.
ma lorda - my lord
Kul rima yana, kiban. - We talk business, after.
Tugi a Cujo's Pit. - Welcome to Cujo's Pit.
K'aleypa, jiji setuka mo ya kapas'muna ja ichaga danjara Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar. - Tonight, we see the beautiful but deadly Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar.
Ya pinya Barabel mogani, Taphas Reumar. - The angry Barabel soldier, Taphas Reumar.
E ya usha'kur dunki Mirialan, Vicler Merson. - And the clever young Mirialan, Vicler Merson.
Expletives
Chakaar - (Mando'a) corpse robber, thief, petty criminal
Chaavla - Criminal (in mandalorian terms)
Haran - (Mando'a) Hell
Peedunky - (Huttese) Punk
Shabuir - Son of a bitch
Sith damned - SW version of god damned
Series: Hurt Vector
Character(s): OC - Yain S. Juuri (Mandalorian)
Rating: M
Warning: VIOLENCE
Words: 5510~
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or anything in that universe. I'm not making money.
Author's Notes: This chapter is considerably violent. This is heavily thanks to my very, very good friend Mickey, who heard "PIT FIGHTING" and came up with an ingenious fight scene. I didn't use all of it, but I did put most of it in to the best of my ability. It's thanks to him I'm even done with this chapter, I think. lol. So thank you, honey.
Also, this chapter is longer than the last. So long, in fact, THAT I HAVE TO POST IN MORE THAN ONE LJ ENTRY. WTF.
EDITED: 01.08.2009
(Fan Fiction List)
Above the crowd hovers two announcer droids. They crackle to life, instantly silencing the room.
“Tugi a Cujo's Pit!”
“Welcome to Cujo’s Pit!”
The crowd cheers as a series of loud rings sound in the air. Lights flash in the level below us. The doors to the holding cells hiss open.
“K'aleypa, jiji setuka mo ya kapas'muna ja ichaga danjara Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar…”
“Tonight, we see the beautiful but deadly Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar…”
The Devaronian paces alongside the rusted metal walls, stepping carefully through the sanded ground with a slave collar around her neck and two tonfa, one in each hand. But the way she stands, the way her hands hold the weapons in a tight, white-knuckled grip, I can tell she's never fought before. Not like this.
“…ya pinya Barabel mogani, Taphas Reumar…”
“…the angry Barabel soldier, Taphas Reumar…”
The Barabel explodes into the center of the arena-looking like a giant, overgrown, two meter tall lizard built of pure muscle, standing on two hind legs with a thick, powerful tail. Its enormous snout rears open as it tears its shirt off, snaps its fanged jaw towards the sky, and roars. All around me a deafening roar echoes from the excited crowd in response, shaking loose debris from the ceiling.
“…e ya usha'kur dunki Mirialan, Vicler Merson!”
“…and the clever young Mirialan, Vicler Merson!”
I sense him before I see him. Which isn’t to say I can see him, because there’s too many kriffing people in the way. I wade through the excited crowd, shoving aside the odd sentient, to reach the tall cylindrical fence at the center. Once I reach it, I grab hold of the cage and tap my helmet against the durasteel grating.
Vicler stands with an arm wrapped around his midsection, over an old gray shirt, his signature slacks, and boots. He looks tired. Agitated. Rough around the edges. He looks around, careful to keep his back to the wall as he keeps an eye on the other two down there with him.
The Barabel lets loose a low growl, its clawed hands hanging low to the floor. It hunches over, nostrils flaring. Without warning, its head snaps to the side and it charges the Devaronian. She lunges to the side a half a second too slow, and Lizard's left claw rips through her shirt, slashing her side. One of the girl's tonfa whips through the air, smashing the reptile square in his enormous snout.
Lizard roars, wide jaws catching the tonfa as the Devaronian goes for a second hit. Its mouth slams shut, snapping the tonfa in two. The Devaronian darts to the side, narrowly avoiding another slash, only to have the reptile’s tail smash her into the wall. She lets out a strangled scream.
Around me, the crowd roars.
Lizard's fist closes around one of the female’s horns, and jerks her head sideways. It strikes, its snout closing around her midsection. Her hands claw uselessly at the reptile’s skin, her feet kicking out and flailing off the ground. The second tonfa smacks against Lizard’s face, skittering uselessly over its thick scales. Thick, viscous yellow-orange blood spills down her side, down her legs, and disappears into the sand.
My mind takes a spin. I grab hold of the grating to keep my balance.
The Barabel are known for their natural weapons-the fangs in their mouths. Just the breaking of skin is as good as an injection of toxic venom. Powerful, deadly bacteria travel through the bloodstream, multiplying at an obscene rate and prevent blood from clotting, inducing muscle paralysis among other things.
The other things being death.
A blur of gray and green collides with Lizard’s midsection. The girl drops to her feet, her hands around her waist. Vic and the reptile smash into the ground, sending a spray of sand in all directions. Vicler rolls off the reptile, arms loose at his sides and a sneer on his face. It disappears when Lizard’s claws slash across his chest. Three lines of red hit the sand.
The crowd explodes in vicious cheers and insults. The floor shakes beneath my feet, dipping low before bounding upwards. This is normal, as the floor is not secured from below but from above. Still, knowing that doesn’t make it easier to get used to.
Vicler sidesteps the reptile’s lunge and slams the heel of his thick boot into its snout. Blue tinted blood explodes from the reptile’s tiny nostrils.
A heady, animalistic roar shakes the whole arena.
Vic jumps backwards, ducks and dodges Lizard’s heavy, power-driven slashing. He keeps moving, barely staying in any one place for more than a second, but he’s running out of space. From here, I can see the sweat beading his brow and slicking down the sides of his face. The back of his shirt is dark, damp, while the red stain on the front steadily spreads.
I shut off my outbound comms and listen to myself breathe inside my helmet. I can taste the faint, bittermint aftertaste of my mouthwash. I want to close my eyes, but I don’t. Instead they defocus. I watch the two blurry figures dance across the Pit below me, with one trailing slow behind them. The third radiates a sickly yellow-green tinge to them-a color I associate with infection.
I blink, suddenly aware of the tension in the crowd. The Devaronian is up and limping heavily after the other two.
Vicler is slowing down. His movements are rigid. Constricted. His lips are tinted a shade lighter than they should be.
He falters, dodges a swipe to the gut. Lizard's fists slams into Vic's shoulder, dislocating it-the arm snaps back and flails, useless at his side. Then the reptile slams a knee into Vic’s ches, but instead of moving Vic takes the hit, grabs hold of the reptile’s leg, and twists. Lizard lands face first into the ground.
Vicler backpedals, stumbling over the sand as he struggles to force his shoulder back into place. The fingers of his injured arm twitch.
I can’t watch. I can’t look away.
Lizard slowly pushes up onto all fours, head shaking side to side in a very inhuman gesture. Thick clumps of blue blood drip from the reptile’s snout. A cloud of hot, violent rage fills the whole arena.
It sprints at Vic, stops short, and twists sharply. A thick wall of sand flies into the air as its tail collides with Vicler’s midsection, tossing him a few meters back to slam into the wall. His spine cracks loudly against the metal. His body bounces off, and he lands awkwardly on his feet. Lizard pushes the advantage, leaping towards Vic…
…as the Devaronian finally reaches them, and latches onto the unsuspecting reptile’s back. Her mouth opens wide, revealing a full set of chiseled canines, and she tears into the junction between its neck and shoulder.
Lizard shrieks, hands rearing over its head to grab hold of the girl. Vicler snaps forward and slams his elbow hard into the reptile’s throat. The reptile stumbles back, and Vic moves forward.
I can almost see the ripples of energy resonating around Vicler as he crouches low, jerks upwards, and lands an uppercut square under the reptile’s jaw. White and green shards of broken fangs fly from the reptile’s mouth. Lizard’s tail slaps the ground as it rears back, and lands a kick to Vic’s midsection. The Mirialan flies through the air, cracks into the wall a second time, and collapses.
The reptile then reaches back and grabs hold of one of the Devaronian’s horns. A gurgled shriek from the girl cuts through the thrilled audience’s cries as it tears her from its back and snaps the horn from her head.
She falls to the ground. The reptile drops the horn by her head and steps over her.
Before it gets too far, the Devaronian grabs hold of her broken horn, and stabs the sharp point into Lizard's back. It slices past the reptile’s thick hide. Blue spurts out from the wound as the girl slams her hands, two fisted, against the horn.
The reptile’s tail smacks hard against her head. Her skull crashes into the sand with a loud whumph. This time, she doesn’t get back up.
Lizard plucks the horn from its side as if it were just a thorn, despite the gaping hole it leaves behind. Then it turns towards Vicler's unmoving body by the wall, leaving a blue trail on the sand.
I shake the grated metal under my fingers. I want to scream. I want to rage. I want to cry. My eyes blur and my cheeks feel wet and I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
Vicler. Get up. Get the frack up. Get the frack up. Chaavla. Chakaar. Shabuir. Don’t do this to me. I won’t paint another line on my armor. I won’t. I can’t. Get up.
Get up.
“Vic,” my helmet’s speakers screech. “Get the haran up! Vic! Vicler!”
The reptile plucks Vic up from the ground with one hand. Vic struggles weakly, hands slapping against the reptile’s wrist.
Lizard's fist slams into the Mirialan’s face. Red sprays over the reptile’s arm and across the ground. The fist slams into his face a second time.
Then the reptile’s mouth opens wide, revealing broken, bloody fangs still capable of doing damage. The edges of its scaled mouth curve up in a sadistic grin, and it strikes. But before the bite lands, Vic’s knee connects hard under Lizard’s mouth. Blue sprays the air.
Vicler breaks free and drops to his knees on the sand. The reptile staggers backwards, disjointed, claws swiping the empty air. Vic pushes himself to his feet, stumbles forward, and ducks under the uncoordinated flailing. He plunges his fist into the hole left by the Devaronian’s horn, and rips out something pink and soft.
Lizard’s shriek cuts off as it falls to the ground, convulsing violently.
The crowd falls silent.
Whatever is in Vic’s hand falls to the ground.
A galaxy-shaking cheer sends loose objects to the floor as the audience explodes in shock, awe, and sheer adrenaline fueled excitement. Numerous fights break out around the Upper Level, and no one moves to stop them.
I retain enough presence of mind to shut off my comms before I sob inside my helmet. My eyes squeeze tight and my lungs constrict and pain shoots behind my pupils and I choke on my own strangled breathing and I can't think past the two words cycling in my head.
He’s alive. He’s alive.
( first half)
( Previous) | ( Next)
Possible Points of Interest
Barabel - The Barabels were a cold-blooded reptilian species from Barab I.
Devaronian - Devaronians were a horned humanoid species from the world of Devaron in the Expansion Region.
Corellian Sector - The Corellian Sector was a high-rise district located on the moon Nar Shaddaa. Casinos and trendy hotspots such as the Meltdown Café attracted patrons from all walks of life.
Calendar Weeks - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Calendar
Iridonian - The Iridonians were a warrior people with a particularly bloodthirsty reputation.
Bimm - diminutive humanoids from the planet Bimmisaari. The Bimms consisted of two species-one, a Near-Human race, the other a floppy-eared, furred humanoid species.
tonfa - is a traditional weapon from which the modern side-handled police baton is derived. (non-SW link)
Glossary
MANDO'A
Mando'ad - Mandalorian
Gar buir hokaan'tehabi kovid - Your mother's severed head. (lit. Your bother's sliced'removed head)
Mirci't - Prisoner
HUTTESE
Cujo duwa Miski Ki'Miku. - Cujo's Sweet Treats. (lit. Cujo's sweet small-food)
Cujo ya Hatta - Cujo the Hutt
Cujo ya Bimm - Cujo the Bimm
ya lorda Cujo - the Master Cujo
Ji ne puti cha naga pe chobo. - I not bet on him.
ma lorda - my lord
Kul rima yana, kiban. - We talk business, after.
Tugi a Cujo's Pit. - Welcome to Cujo's Pit.
K'aleypa, jiji setuka mo ya kapas'muna ja ichaga danjara Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar. - Tonight, we see the beautiful but deadly Devaronian, Jasmeen Dysar.
Ya pinya Barabel mogani, Taphas Reumar. - The angry Barabel soldier, Taphas Reumar.
E ya usha'kur dunki Mirialan, Vicler Merson. - And the clever young Mirialan, Vicler Merson.
Expletives
Chakaar - (Mando'a) corpse robber, thief, petty criminal
Chaavla - Criminal (in mandalorian terms)
Haran - (Mando'a) Hell
Peedunky - (Huttese) Punk
Shabuir - Son of a bitch
Sith damned - SW version of god damned