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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2012 19:40:28 GMT -5
Maybe it was time to start thinking a little more. Chopper regained his footing, the air suddenly a lot closer then it used to be. Momentum sucked, and if Chopper was going to win this then he needed to take it one moment at a time.
Balancing himself out and finding a sturdy footing, the discoloured eyes found the prisoner's and narrowed slightly.
Pushing the insults aside, Chopper quickly glanced over his opponent. The knuckles were a problem without his armored bucket anymore and the clone made a mental note of the whip. That might provve troublesome as well.
"Don't worry, you won't have to dance for long. I deal with mudlickers like you daily." He spat.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 5:34:13 GMT -5
Mudlicker? "Dude, your insults suck."
Then, he threw himself at the clone. He feinted right, then struck left. His left fist found someplace between the shoulder and the hip. He hoped that he had somehow gotten to the lung, but that would be nearly impossible with all the armor the clone had. Good thing that BYter had the same exact outfit. Except, for the legs. So that meant, as long as the punches were on the upper-body, they were pretty much matched. BUt, then again, he didn't play by the rules and he knew stories of countless clones who didn't either. And, judging by this one's rough and tough exterior, he knew that it was probably one of those types. He fell back, a small retreat and rolled his left shoulder, the one that was becoming less numb by the second.
"Look, I'll make you a deal. A fist fight, no weapons other than the armor on your hands and only hitting upper body. If you win, you can take me back. If I win, I leave the planet. Simple as that. What do you say, Janus?" Of course, either way, he was planning on leaving. He would let Chopper take him back if he lost, but just escape again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2012 17:11:34 GMT -5
Chopper was ready for the prisoner's comeback. He moved to block to the right, then struck back to defend the left when he saw it coming. Lucky enough, he glanced the arm down enough to strike the space just above his hip. The armor did it's job well, and as usual, Chopper was thankful for it.
This prisoner was clever, but risky as well. The armor he had acquired wasn't quite his shape but it was close. None the less, it would do it's job well. The clone frowned slightly, weighing in his options. Normally, Chopper did anything in his power to win. He was used to limitations, but playign nice for the enemy wasn't his thing. But this bantha chase was stupid enough as it was. It would be nice to just have him walk back to prison on his own. If Chopper could stall the prisoner long enough, perhaps reinforcements would come.
"I don't lower myself to level you scum are at, but there's a first time for everything."
Without giving the prisoner a second to absorb the information, Chopper struck out with his foot, aiming for the spot right between his chest and his head.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2012 19:47:41 GMT -5
Knowing what was coming, Byter feinted right. But, he miscalculated. That's where the kick was aimed. It didn't catch him in the neck, but rather the armpit. All he felt was a slight thump and gave a smirk. Thank god for clone armor, one of the best in the world when not dealing with weapons.
He hopped back and went into a classic martial arts stance, taught to him by a Wookie chieftan. Mostly, he did it to win the affection of the chieftan's adopted daughter, but she wasn't worth it. His fists curled to make a sort of claw, in which he used to slice at the air. It was for show, but he was taught the one of the best weapons was fear. So, he was trying to give his opponent an uneasy feeling. "C'mon Gemini, let's see what you got."
He whipped forward, both arms moving at once. His left aimed for the unprotected face, while the other was directed towards a part in the chest where it wasn't as strong in armor in other places. It was a win-win situation. If the blow landed to the chest, the clone would be wheezing for air. If the face was hit, disorientation caused by the slashing of the eyes. If one punch was blocked, the other would land.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2012 22:57:23 GMT -5
Chopper snapped his leg back into a defensive stance, awaiting the comming attack. The show however, wasn't to expected, and Chopper hesitated. What the hell was he doing? crab immatations?! An eyebrow arched, slightly confused more then intimidated. What ever dance this was, it was strange.
He wanted to see what Chopper had? Bring it.
The clone slid into a defensive stance, taking a few steps back as the fists flew forward. Here it came. The face or the chest? Taking a deep breath and exhauling slowly, Chopper decided the chest was a better option. He blocked the blow to the face and shuffled as far back as he could in the time it took for the second one to land.
The air rushed out of his lungs and Chopper made quick to refill them. Sucking in air, he caught his balence and swept his hand up for a blow to the side of his head.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2012 6:52:32 GMT -5
Byter was fast, but he wasn't too fast. Unfortunetly, the blow did catch him. He felt dizzy for a few moments as he backed up, trying to regain what brain cells he could. He shook his head, then concentrated.
His eyes zeroed in on the clone's armor, trying to find the weak spots. After running a few tests on his own, he tried to discover where the weak points were. He could only find one. There was a tiny spot on the back, near the computer relay that controlled life support systems for multi-purpose missions. If he could hit that point, the armor would literally start to feel heavier and the clone would start suffocating in his own suit. But how to get there?
He gave a quick thought and remembered that he was still heading from where he came. He slowly staggered badck as if he was still trying to recover from the blow. Then, he reached behind him and grabbed the droids head between his fingers and pulled it off. The poor robot's body fell to the ground with a small clunk, its body following soon after. The small transport stopped in midair.
Now, it all came down to who won. No surprise arrests. He turned back to the clone and lept forward, a kick aiming for the legs.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2012 16:52:38 GMT -5
Chopper nearly shouted in triumph as he hit the prisoner and watched him reel backward. He panted once or twice to regain his breath, then confidently stood blanced on the transport.
The droids head came off, and Chopper frowned angrily.
"I was going to do that... eventually..." He mutter between clenched teeth.
Eyes narrowing slightly, Chopper leapt back and out of the way. He had seen the attack coming, he knew something was going to come. But the legs was something he was not. He took a moment to steady himself, slipping slightly on the transport. So much for their deal!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 5:47:33 GMT -5
Byter pulled back with a small smirk showing. Clones, never expecting for cheating. But this one would probably retaliate with something just as low. So, he had to strike fast. He jumped up and kicked the man to the chest. But, this was a feint. In reality, while the brim of his foot was skimming the surface of the armor, his fist was coming forward to meet the clone's face with a satisfying smack.
He pulled back with a grin. It had taken him years to master that move, the grace and flexibility always out of reach until a few cycles ago. Now, it was one of the best in his repertoire of combat tricks. The next trick was much more easier. While the opponent is stunned, come at him with an aerial attack. Byter gave a small hop and landed on the side of the transport with one foot and pushed off into the air in little under two seconds. Now, airborne, he aimed kick at the clones face. Not really expecting anything, it was too late to notice he was now falling off the side of the transport when he had pulled the move off. He jerked out a hand and caught himself on the edge, but it nearly wrenched his amy from his shoulder. He cursed. The surface of the large floating vehicle was smooth and he couldn't gain any leverage to pull himself up. And all the clone had to do was jab at his hand and he was done.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2012 16:47:12 GMT -5
Chopper spat after regaining his balence. That was a nice move, he couldn't even deny it. Angry, he clenched his fists and prepared for th enext strike.
It was clear that this prisoner had been locked up for quite sometime. He had no depth perception. Almost at the point of laughing, Chopper snicker as he watched he gracefully slide... over the edge.
Great.
Pushing off and reaching, the trooper slid across the transport to grab the prisoner's hand. He could peel it off and throw him to his death, but wouldn't that look great on his profile! Letting a person fall to their death.
Chopper grabbed onto the prisoner's wrist.
"Give me your other hand!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2012 17:31:57 GMT -5
Just as he was going to go down and hit the wground with a splat, a hand grabbed his own. What luck! Wait, it was that clone again. Crap.
An idea sparked in his head and his hands went to his belt. His grappling whip wasn't there. The small rattling noise from above gave away its location. He mentally cursed. It must've fallen off when he pulled off that kick. "So you can just cuff me? I already cheated, what's gonna stop you?"
He was going to grab it anyway. His other arm was starting to burn from the strain.... He sighed. His other arm came up and clasped the armored one. "You better not drop me! I don't want to end up as grafitti on the lower levels!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2012 17:42:20 GMT -5
"Do I honestly look like I'm the kind of guy that carrys handcuffs everywhere?!" Chopper snorted angrily. "I'm supposed to be scrapping clankers, not guard duty!" He added under his breath.
Getting a good grip on the prisoner's forarms, he exhaled. Taking a deep breath, he pulled.
"Drop you and lose my job? Are you nuts?"
He pulled, and shifted his weight so he could pull the prisoner all the way up. He stopped tugging when his knees were on the edge of the transport. Play it safe, just because Chopper saved his life doesn't mean he'll be kind afterwards.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2012 19:41:00 GMT -5
Byter let out a quick sigh of relief. Now back on solid ground, er, flying solid ground, he was able to sit down and coal his nerves. He didn't mind falling, it's the landing he was afraid of. He quickly grabbed his grappling whip and clipped it to his belt, feeling safer having it there. The smuggler gave a quick sigh, then took breath.
He whirled around, his blaster firing point blank at the clone. THankfully, it wasn't a bolt of light, it was a small dart that flew for Chopper's neck. A special sleeping elixer he mixed himself. Didn't lower any vitals and didn't do any harm to the victim other than a very good night's sleep. "Sorry, you're a cool guy, but I really got to get off-planet. I got a good source of income I can't pass up."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2012 20:02:20 GMT -5
Chopper reeled back and drew his blaster at the same time he saw the trigger pulled. He felt the dart strike him in the neck, raised his arm and fired his blaster as best as he could muster. It was still set on stun, but if it hit him Chopper couldn't tell. The city lights were beginning to blurr, and the trooper panicked slightly, trying to blink the vision back.
Sleeping dart.
Could this day get any worse?!
"You-" He couldn't say anymore as he stumbled and fell to his knees; limbs growing drowsy and thick.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2012 20:27:36 GMT -5
Of course, the bolt had to graze his shoulder again. The same one that was hit last time. Oh great, now he had no feeling whatsoever in his right arm. He sighed.
"Sorry bro, smuggler's gotta do what a smuggler's gotta do." He whipped out a pen and paper and wrote a small note and taped it onto the clone's chest. He went over to the transports controls with a small groan. It was a two hand control system. After many crashes, he finally found the autopilot. A few minutes later, he was walking up the ramp to his ship in the impound yard while the transport was sent back to the prison with the clone safely snoozing away on it.
The note had a few simple words on it. Thanks for making sure I didn't end up as a bloody mess. Seeya Clones, I won this round.
Along with the note was a couple credits for their time.
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