Coman Mereel vs. Jaing Skirata

[comanmereel]

Mereel enters the open arena. The arena is immense, oval in shape with 200 yards of open area from the longest sides and 100 yards across the center width. The stadium rose towards the sky blending with the sunlight giving it the illusion of continuing into the heavens. Mereel walks to the center of the arena and looks around, reminiscing of a time long past, but not long forgotten...

He is waring his red and gold full beskargam holding his buyce in his right hand tucked into his hip. He bends at the knees squatting down. With his left hand he scrapes the ground picking up a handful of dirt that he lets fall between his fingers... The dirt had a smell to it. It smelled of death... his may be his death today. Mereel was always prepared for that inevitability... Yet noone was able to bring it to him no matter how he wished...


Red and gold full beskar'gam
buy’ce
beskar collar
flame retardant black rubber suit
taozin belt
jet pack
shuk’om (Mandalorian Crushgaunts)
beskar Gauntlets

Verpine shatter guns (2)
Taozin blood coated beskar ammunition; armor piercing style point
2 CryoBan Grenades [on belt]
3 smoke grenades [on belt]
dual phase shoto lightsaber [on belt]
black handled Makashi hilted light saber [on belt]
beskad w/ Taozin Scabbard
flamethrower
Blastech Dur-24 wrist laser
Fiber cord whip with grappling hook
electroshock net
spring loaded retractable beskar wrist blades
Vibro knife "Ordo"

[jaing]

*Jaing raised his eyebrow at Mereel as he walked into the arena. The last time he had fought Mereel has been when he had trained him, the fight leaving Jaing with a win but also a broken ankle.*

*He wears his usual black and green armor, a collection of blast and lightsaber resistant plates, made from beskar, which were attached to a waterproof, armor mesh flight suit, the sleaves missing, the plates on his arms strapped around his arms. A liner shirt with a micro energy field projector and two layers of ceramic plates greatly improve protection around the chest, back, and stomach and provide protection from fire, acid, intense heat, and cold.*

*On his back though was no jetpack. Two beskad hilts here seen sticking up from behind either shoulder, one sheath covered completely by the black half cape he normally wore, the hilt sticking up from between where the cape attached to the armor. The other sheath was seen in all it's glory, the beskar plating on it engraved with scenes of Mandalorian battles. Each sheath was spring loaded, ejecting the beskad upward with a whispered command inside his helmet. Smiling a bit Jaing reached over his right shoulder and pulled one beskad. The blade reflected the light of the arena, the Skirata emblem engraved on the blade.*

*On each arm he wore his typical gauntlets with their attachments. On his left gauntlet was a Czerka ZX miniature flame projector, the hose to the flame projector running to a tank on the small of his back. The projector was good for three minutes of continuious fire, although Jaing typically used it in small bursts. Directly underneath this was a Dur 24 wrist laser. Comparable to a blaster rifle in power, these wrist lasers had a range of 50 meters. On His right wrist was a Gauntlet Dartcaster, loaded with six beskar darts that were for once, unadourned. Under this was a Fibercord Whip with a grappling device: a 20-meter-long fibercord whip used to entangle and immobilize a target. The new additions to his arms were the wristband blades. They were the same type that Jango had used in his fight with Obi-Wan on Kamino. Strapped around his upper left arm was three small beskar throwing blades. Smirking still, Jaing flexed his left hand, feeling one of the two crushgaunts he always wore augumenting his stregnth. The armored glove used an unknown technology to enhance the natural hand-arm strength of its wearer and was deadly when used to crush human bones.*

*Jaing's belt held no weapons, instead only serving to hold his kama in place. The kama was a flexible anti blast armor, used as protection against crippling injury from low-flying shrapnel, debris, and blaster bolts on chaotic battlefields. On each knee was affixed his typical dart launchers, each containing three shots, and explosive tips that exploded on impact. At the top of each boot was a 6 inch, beskar shivs. The blades were also engraved, as were the beskads, with the Skirata emblem. On each thigh, where his holster for his pistols typically strapped, were instead straps containing two small throwing knives. The weapons made from the more common durasteel instead of the rare beskar.*

*Jaing watches Mereel sniff the dirt and smirks*

"You know, I saw some shrills playing in that dirt earlier. You sure that's really dirt?"

[comanmereel]

Letting the dirt fall to the ground, Mereel gives a half smile, the left side of lips rising just higher then the right, partly closing his left eye in amusement at his mentors comment... Jaing had always been one for humor and wit, a stark contrast to Coman Mereel, who was always serious and dedicated to a fault...

"I thought the smell was you, cousin... Strill smell sweeter...", Mereel shows signs of Jaings humorous nature rubbing off on him.. Deep down Mereel is glad to see Jaing... What seems like eons have passed and conflicts have come and gone, strengthening there friendship... They are family if there was any...

Mereel stands and raises to just over 2 meters at full height... and the wrinkles at his eyes squeeze together as he smiles at his long time friend.

He places his helmet over his head and seals the suit giving him his own personal atmospheric control... Protected against most elements, like fire, ice, and the cold vacuum of space, Mereel is ready... He draws his beskad over his shoulder, sliding it from the back mounted scabbard, with his right hand... He holds out to his side and pointed down at an angle...

With a nod to Jaing, Mereel's smile vanishes under the buyce, and he becomes instantly focused...

"anytime you are ready cousin..."

[jaing]

”I thought the smell was you, cousin…Strill smell sweeter…”

 Jaing smirked slightly. “Actually ner vod THAT smell is you. You do have to remove the beskar’gam at some point and bathe.” Jaing shrugs and watches Mereel as he places the helmet on his head. He had brought Mereel into UCOM. He had been the one to personally train Mereel and Mereel had quickly rose through the Mandalorian ranks.

 The Corellian Mando let out a sigh. Lately though, Mereel had seemed distant. Perhaps it was his darkside brother Malaise, or his association with Zannah. Jaing watched Mereel pull his beskad and announce his readiness. Jaing smiled and offered a mock salute with his own beskad, the sunlight pouring into the open arena reflecting from the silver blade, the Skirata emblem shining in the light. 

“See?! The smell went away as soon as you sealed the armor Mer’ika!” Jaing’s smirk grew a big bigger as he let the tip of the beskad fall to the ground, the hilt held in his right hand and the tip of the blade resting lightly on the ground in front of his right foot. “Well, come on then, and no comments on the kama. I may be sensitive about my skirt.”