RP [Nepleslia] The Green Ocean

[Captain Vaikon]

Vaikon approached the Green Ocean. He had heard about it from his trainers and other marines, but had never visited. The Green Ocean was a bar in Funky City where, supposedly, most of the Marines on shore leave hung out.

Vaikon looked down and adjusted his outfit, wearing a simple leather jacket, a brown T-Shirt, and loose jeans. He then opened the door and entered, looking around. The bar was filled with Marines of all sorts, from Sergeants to Officers.

A few men glanced at him and returned to their discussions, or in many cases their drinks. There were several booths lining the walls, and tables filling the space between the bar and the booths. Vaikon walked forward, approaching the bar and feeling a slight bit uneasy.

He sat down, looking at the other marines before ordering a drink. He took a moment to observe the establishment. Almost everything in the interior was brown or burgandy, although there were many drapes and such that were colored green.

Vaikon overheard several marines to his right comparing the M3 and M2 Assault Rifles, and a group to his left exchanging war-stories about the Rok'Veru Offensive. As the bartender handed him his drink, he sipped on it and leaned back, wondering what to do now.

 

[Captain Vaikon]

Sipping on his drink, Vaikon glanced at the bartender. He took note of the scar stretching across the Bartender's chin. After sitting for a few minutes, he heard a door open from behind him.

Looking back, he saw a finely muscled man exiting the "Employees Only" area of the establishment. After noticing the man was approaching him, Vaikon straightened up.

As the man arrived next to Vaikon, he extended his hand. "Hello, my name is Staff Sergeant Atrax, the owner of the Green Ocean. You are?"

Vaikon shook Atrax's hand. "I'm Private 3rd Class Vaikon. This is a fine establishment you got here."

Atrax nodded. "Thanks. Are you finding everything suitable?"

"Quite suitable indeed. Thanks for asking." answered Vaikon.

"If I may ask, how did you find out about the Green Ocean?" asked Atrax, as polite as he could be.

"Word of mouth, really. I overheard my trainers talking about this place all the time."

"Interesting. Well I hope you enjoy your time."

Vaikon nodded. "Thanks."

Atrax returned the nod, and disappeared behind the door again. Vaikon smiled, and returned to his drink, overlooking the menu.

 

[Captain Vaikon]

Vaikon continued to drink alone for the rest of the night, being very careful of how much he drank. After a few hours, the bar closed, and Vaikon as well as dozens of others shuffled out've the bar. Most were drunk, while others were still talking about weapons and combat methods.

Vaikon returned the next day, not having much to do. As he approached the bar, he heard the sounds of a fight. He sighed and looked at the sign above the door: "Sparring Night/Every Opponent Defeated Equals a Free Drink". He looked at his clothes. This time, he had worn cargo pants, a leather jacket, a red t-shirt, and his Type 33 Cap.

"Might as well..." he said to himself.

He entered the bar, and saw a ring set up in the middle of the bar, where a marine and a fighter pilot were beating each other. Several dozen patrons were gathered around the ring, cheering and jeering. The tables from last night were gone, replaced by the main attraction: the Ring.

Vaikon walked over to the bar and sat, ordering a drink. As the bartender handed him his drink, he sipped on it and watched the two men in the ring beat on each other. The Marine, of course, was now on top and hammering the pilot in the face. The Fighter Pilot then yelled "I forfeit!", and the Marine stood. The crowd laughed and cheered.

The Pilot then shambled off of the Ring, stumbling and laughing, and yelling taunts back at the marine. Vaikon then downed his entire drink and stepped up to Atrax, who was asking who would step up to fight tonight's apparent champion.

"I'll go into the ring." he said.

Atrax nodded, and lead him into the ring. "And we have another challenger, Private 3rd Class Vaikon!"

As Vaikon stepped into the ring, he handed his jacket and hat to Atrax, who set them in a booth at the edge of the bar. The crowd cheered, and Vaikon smiled.

"You think you can beat me, let's see! Ha ha!" yelled his opponent.

Vaikon smiled. He then heard Atrax shout for the match to start. Both Vaikon and his opponent leaped forward, but Vaikon sidestepped and punched him in the back. Only then did Vaikon take a moment to notice his opponent, who was a tanned Nepleslian, had a cybernetic left leg.

Vaikon's opponent turned around and lunged towards him, only giving Vaikon a second to step out of the way. Instead, Vaikon raised his fist into his opponent's jaw, sending blood into the air as his opponent stumbled back. Vaikon then leapt forward, rapidly delivering punch after punch into his opponent's nose and face.

Finally, Vaikon's opponent brung his left foot down hard into Vaikon's rib cage. Vaikon stumbled back, wondering if his ribs were cracked. His opponent rushed forward, tackling him to the ground. Vaikon brung his hands up, ignoring the searing pain in his ribs as his opponent sent a flurry of fists towards Vaikon's head. He then brung his knee up into his opponent groin before ceasing his opponents face and bringing his forehead into his opponent's nose.

He heard numerous cracks, as if he had broke his opponent's nose. But that didn't matter. Vaikon took the moment and rolled over, putting his opponent on the bottom before grabbing his blonde hair and slamming it into the ground multiple times. The marine furiously attempted to fight off Vaikon, but it was to late. Finally, the words "I forfeit!" pierced the air, and Vaikon stood. Blood was scattered across the Ring, and the supposed "Champion" laid on the floor of the ring, blood pouring from his nose.

"Good fight." said the marine, before he was lifted off the stage by what looked to be a former Combat Medic. Vaikon raised his fists and cheered, and the crowd cheered with him.

Atrax smiled. "Who's going to try it out against our new champion for tonight, eh?"

 

[Wyld]

Quentin Miller stood up out of his seat, leaving a half finished drink behind. At over seven feet tall, with over two hundred and eighty pounds to his name, the man was a brown skinned, very well built wall of muscle. "I'll take a crack at that." Normally he wouldn't go out of his way to pick on someone less than half his own weight, but seeing how quick that scrapper moved made him think that it would actually be really entertaining either way.

Clad in a white t shirt, cargo pants, and a pair of brown boots, there was no need for him to rid himself of any clothing items. As he stepped up, he said to Atrax "Private third class, Quentin Miller." Before stepping into the ring, and assuming a fighting stance with a grin. "Show me what you've got."

 

[Captain Vaikon]

Vaikon stepped into a fighting steps, looking over his opponent. "Oh, I've got a good bit." he said, taunting Quentin.

Vaikon began to circle Quentin, before leaping forward with two strides and colliding with Quentin as hard as he could, wrapping his arms around the marine's torso, throwing them both into a corner in the ring. Vaikon then brung his elbow into Quentin's groin as hard as he could, seeking to end the fight as quickly as possibly with the large man.

 

[Wyld]

Quentin was shocked by the ferocity of the attack, and even more so by the strength vaikon seemed to have in that tin body, especially after he had already been in a fight. Quentin reacted instantly after finding himself in the corner of the ring, hooking his leg around Vaikon's to stop him from being able to step back and regain his balance, and shoving the the smaller participant down, and following him, intent on straddling him to stop his escape so Quentin would have the opportunity to beat the living hell out of him.

Of course, halfway through the fall the elbow of despair met its mark, ensuring that Quentin would forever wonder if he could ever have kids of his own. Quentin collapsed in pain atop Vaikon, slamming down onto the smaller man's chest, whereupon he heard the sound of cracking ribs. But that wouldn't stop the giant. Gritting his teeth, his nervous system clogged with pain signals saying "FUCKSHITSOMETHINGBROKE", he pushed himself up, squeezed his legs together to stop Vaikon from moving, pinned Vaikon's neck to the floor with one hand, and threw a punch straight down at Vaikon's face that many a heavy weight champion fighter would be envious of.

 

[Captain Vaikon]

Now with several cracked ribs and being pinned to the ground, Vaikon's mind raced to find a solution. His eyes moved as fast as they could, trying to assess the situation, but there wasn't much to assess. Several of his ribs were cracked, and a giant of a man was ontop of him beating the living shit out of him.

Vaikon struggled against Quentin, but as Quentin's fist hit Vaikon's face, he felt as if his entire face had caved in. Blood poured from Vaikon's nose, and he struggled against Quentin, fueled by complete rage. Vaikon then brought his long legs up to wrap around Quentin's throat, and jerked his legs down as hard as he could, while simultaneously bringing his left, cupped hand into Quentin's throat.

His his body felt as though he had been kicked in the chest by a Hostile and his neck and most of his face was caked with blood, but this only fueled Vaikon's desire to cause as much pain as possible to Quentin.

 

[Wyld]

The first thing Quentin did was to tense his neck muscles to avoid having his windpipe crushed by the suprisingly long legs his opponent had, while trying to foce his chin down to protect them. He didn't quite make it before a hand apeared there trying to stop him from breathing.

Blood roaring his ears, Quentin grabbed Vaikon's people chokin' hand and started squeezing it as he pulled it away from his neck with all his strength, while swinging the other in an open handed haymaker atVaikon's head, and throwing all his weight into the right, intent on both hitting Vaikon's head, and slamming it down onto the floor of the ring after wards. The outer edges of his vision weren't going dark just yet, but expereince told him that it would almost be too late once that happened...

 

[Captain Vaikon]

Vaikon was stunned...he had not expected the brutal fight he was engaged in to break out. As his vision began to go dark, his mind raced. He had to stop himself from panicking, he knew if he did it would be the end of the fight.

His mind raced, he needed a solution, and fast. But what? What could he do? He should've never allowed the bigger man to get on top of him, that would be a dear mistake. As the big man's fist impacted with his face, and Quentin squeezed his left hand, he knew he was nearing the end of his fight. But he was determined to not back down.

Vaikon jerked his legs down and brought his knees towards him. His knees smashed into Quentin's lower back, and Vaikon sent his right fist hurling forward, colliding with Quentin's lower jaw.

 

[Wyld]

Shortly after Vaikon's newest assault, Quentin discovered, much to his dismay, that he no longer held air in his lungs, having had them vacated. He quickly realized that even if he had wanted to yell out and forfeit, he wouldn't be able to. The blow to his chin, while painful, didn't break anything, but certainly contributed to the enraged daze clouding Quentin's brain, with its rapidly depleting oxygen supply.

Quentin grabbed a hold of Vaikon's hair and started slamming it down into the floor of the ring, not unlike the was Vaikon was in his last fight, each hit puncuated with a thought from Quentin. LET! GO! OF! ME... You... skinny... shit head... His vision growing dark, after the first two or three head slams, Quentin seemed to lose his vigor a little each time, each hit becoming less and less... worthwhile.

 

[Captain Vaikon]

As Quentin began to slam Vaikon's head against the ground, Vaikon considered forfeiting. His vision was nearly completely black, and he began to feel himself on the edge of consciousness. He was determined not to surrender, but Quentin had clearly claimed victory as soon as he had gotten atop of Vaikon.

Vaikon tried to struggle against Quentin, but they were both become less vigorous with each move. Oddly, in the middle of all this, he remembered something his foster Dad had taught him...the last one, the marine one. Not any of the other scumbags.

"Sometimes when you know you're gonna lose, you just gotta keep fighting, no matter what. At least make it look like you're not just going to give up." he had said.

As Vaikon continued to struggle, he eventual passed out. His head made a unique sounds when it hit the floor of the ring. Atrax stepped up to the edge of the ring. "Alright, alright!"

 

[Wyld]

Quentin had wanted to forfeit, for various reasons. One of them being, he didn't want to kill his adversary, and he just didn't stop. Another one being, he couldn't get a single breath of air. It took seconds, less thna seconds, for him to lose his eyesight, and a second longer to realise he couldn't tell if he still had a grip on the light weight's head or not, or if he was hitting him against the ground.

The last thing he heard before passing out, forgetting to breath of all stupid ways to possibly die, was a weird thunking sound and somone telling him it was going to be alright.

 

[Captain Vaikon]

As former combat medics stepped into the ring, Atrax called an ambulance. Several patrons made remarks about the fight being one of the most interesting in a long time. As the Paramedics arrived, Quentin and Vaikon were both lifted out've the ring and into ambulances, and were taken to the local hospital.

After spending the night and the majority of the next day in the hospital, they were both released. They were both sent invitations to come back to the Green Ocean. Vaikon considered it, and then took note that he didn't really have much else to do. Vaikon returned to the Green Ocean, this time with a large bandage of his nose and a few more on the back of his head and his chest, having cracked several ribs.

Vaikon also wore, yet again, a leather coat, jeans, and a brown t-shirt. He didn't really have a variety of clothing. As he approached the Green Ocean, he looked around to see who else was approaching the door.