For the SDS Kumite I entered Nicholi "Riposte" Duncani
Nicholi Duncani
“Riposte”
Nicholi Duncani thought he had a pretty good life going for him. As a member of the working elite he had no worries about losing his means of income due to government upheaval or economic instability. His class assured him ceaseless work so long as he chose. It was not an exciting existence, he spent most of his days cutting into the living rock that supported the city superstructure, but at least he was healthy, fit, and not one of the wandering classless who litter the Megacity. It is unfortunate how someone’s stable life can come crashing down around his ears.
It all happened while Nicholi was exploring a newly opened tunnel. His service bot could not obtain a reading due to residual magnetic so he had to enter the cave and take the readings himself. He donned his enviro-helmet and went in. Looking back he would probably tell you that was his greatest mistake, and the beginning of his greatest adventure.
Turning the corner of the tunnel he saw a light ahead of him. He shifted his visual display to full spectrum to get a better look, and saw a strange glow emanating from a circular fissure in the rock ahead. He hung his vibro-glaive from its back strap and reached out to examine the vortex. As his hand approached the event horizon the glow reached outward and pulled him into its near liquid surface.
He was thrown clear of the portal into an underground chamber. He landed hard and slid several yards. He tried to lift himself up off the ground and slammed back down hard. Something was horribly wrong. When he looked down he saw that his right arm, the arm that he reached out to the vortex with, was completely gone. There was a smooth featureless patch of skin at the shoulder where it should have been. Rough hands grabbed him and tossed him into a vehicle of some sort. A pressure syringe was placed against his neck and he lost consciousness.
When he came to he noticed several changes. It appeared that he had been fitted with a new arm, of sorts, an overly large cybernetic limb ending in his own vibro-glaive. His chest and back were encased in some sort of exoskeleton. He was also no longer alone. Surrounding him were warriors of every conceivable shape and size. A vid screen activated on the wall across from him. Even though he knew he shouldn’t have been able to read it he could. It simply said “put on your helmet.” When he did he heard a strange mechanical voice. It told him. “My name is Master, you belong to me. You will fight in the arena until you have paid for the gifts I have given you. You will be entered into the Kumite. If you do well, you will be rewarded, if you do poorly you will die for our amusement. Choose a name slave, leave your past behind and revel in the violence that will now embrace you.”
Nicholi chose an ancient 3rd Earth phrase meaning counter strike and revenge. Nicholi Duncani no longer existed, there was only The Riposte.
Fighting Style: Martial Arts - Martial Tai Chi
Weapons: Quick Silver, a swept blade Silver edged battle gauntlet.
Vibro-Glaive, an energy based edged weapon. The primary function of the Vibro-glaive is slicing through bedrock in order to take core samples. It can also be configured to issue a bore blast, a directed energy pulse capable of cutting 15 meters into solid bedrock.
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