Klub Navadniy, 08F.

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The three remain silent and begin to walk through the club entrance. With Ordo leading, they pass through the Klub, eyeing the dead human. They remain distant and silent as they approach the elevator. The two behind Ordo seem to be scanning the party scene, their eyes constantly darting from threat to threat. Ordo himself looks cool and collected, with his icy blue eyes straight forward. The three reach the elevator. Ordo looks at the guards and begins to speak.

"We are here to see the boss,"

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A pair of guards drag the body away, a pool of blood trailing to a back door in the club. The three are looked upon with great curiosity and suspicion from the patrons. The guard nods once at them, pulling the red rope open for them. The elevator door opens and the guard follows them in. He briefs them quickly, in a very heavy accent. His cybernetic hand scratches at the back of his thick neck,"You pepples--you talk to boss like he your fucking boss. Mr. Navadniy very busy, so no fucky business. Talk fast, get it over with." The elevator dings and the door opens, the guard hands them three oxygen tanks. They enter the private club of Viktor Navadniy, the scene is much different from the last visitor. First off, it's completely empty. The guards are tensely gripping their weapons as a man babbles in Slavnok in front of Navadniy, who wields a pistol behind his back, pacing back and forth.

The man puts his two pathetic skeleton-looking cybernetic arms together and falls out of his chair onto his knees, beginning to sob. Navadniy seems disgusted, speaking up angrily and motioning to him with his pistol. One of the guards picks him up and shoves him back in his seat. On the table is various Zeleniyan ruble-bills spread out, a briefcase thrown across the room, and rubles strewn across the path it took.

Navadniy shakes his head,"Nyet.. nyet, mne Levinko. Ti obre t'smertz." Navadniy levels the pistol at the drugged up looking Zelenu, who screams out, raising his hands, but Navadniy shoots him in the skull. The Zelenu lets out a low, guttural groan and a rattling sigh as his last breathe leaves his body violently. He sits back in his chair, mouth agape. A hole where his left eye was. Bits of wires and microchips lay on the floor, mixed in with grey matter and the steely blue hue of Zelenu blood. Navadniy takes his left hand and brushes his hair back, carelessly tossing the pistol aside. He goes into a corner booth table and begins to smoke, as a guard drags the body away. The guard escorting the three then nods to them, seemingly a little tense of the short temper of his boss.

Navadniy has his back turned to the three, as he smokes a cigar. He exhales the smoke, turning his head halfway to the agent, then back to the table in front of him. He asks in a blank tone,"And you are?"

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The three would enter and stride towards the drug lord, seeming almost unfazed by the cold-blooded violence that just took place. Each of the three agent's eyes were scanning the entire room as they made their way closer towards Navadniy. Agent 029, or Ordo broke from their little formation and stared directly at the club owner as he spoke.

"You could call us...ghost hunters. You can call me Mr. Smith."

Ordo would smirk slightly as he would approach the much smaller Zelenu with a calculating look on his face. His piercing artificial eyes would meet with Navadniy's and the man would stop only a few feet from him. Reaching into his jacket, Ordo would produce a small disk and toss it on the ground. Almost instantly, the disk would project an image of a full-sized human. Bolbun Jacta to be specific. Bolbun was quiet wide and wore yellow armor. His face was heavily scarred on the right side, and a cybernetic orb was where his eye should have been.

"This is the ghost we need to find. Bolbun Jacta. And we need your help to locate where he is."

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The mob bosses ring-adorned right hand took his cigar and twisted it into an ashtray and steepled his fingers. He motioned to the booth across from him,"Take a seat."
Once the agent sits, the mob boss looks him in the eye, his dark hair combed over to one side. "Some pirate captain, right? Small fish ever since his fleet was wiped out. Still lives, though. I've seen him here a couple of times, but so do most of those uncivilized rats." A young woman in a tight leather dress walks up, handing Navadniy a large PDA. He takes the pen off the top and taps on it,"Last I heard he tried his hand in the Zeleniyan sectors but he couldn't grease enough palms. Shame." He stops, raising his eyebrows,"Seems you're against the clock, Mr. Smith." He places the PDA down, a file of Jacta appearing. His finger taps a line of bold, red cyrllic slavnok, with an exclamation point on it. "Seems Zuzham-Xabir is already on it. Your friend has a bit of a bounty on him. I could tell you where he is, but it'd cost you a bit. The lizards are very territorial about their bounties."

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Ordo would lean back in his chair eyeing the man carefully. His two bodyguards would remain nearby, observing their surroundings. 029 ponders the possibilities, and then begins to speak.

"How about a wager?"

Ordo leans forward folding his hands in the lap, while nodding towards the death match arena. He gave a slight smirk, his teeth showing slightly.

"You put me in the arena with any one of your fighters. I win, you give me his location. If you win, you can take my two friends here as payment."

The two bodyguards seemed unaware of the deal, however they heard 029 very clearly. After operating with Ordo for several years, the two had learned to trust Ordo's confidence and judgement. Ordo would then recline relaxed.

"What do you think?"

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Navadniy shakes his head and chuckles, opening his hands,"It is not that simple my friend. Zuzham-Xabir is merely employed by me, I don't own them. They received this hit request from some rival pirate of his. But, lucky for you, the Sultan, their leader, is just the alpha-type to accept this deal. I'll just inform him of the deal.." Taps into his PDA, glancing up at the agent now and then,"I already know he'll gladly accept, so what do you want to do? Melee weapons, any weapons, or hand to hand? And I highly suggest not doing the primary or the latter, friend." The PDA bleeps, and he glances down,"Hm.. that was fast, usually he's a bit slow with technology. Say's he'll gladly crush you blah blah blah, you're going to fight some warrior of his with some great tribal hullabaloo about him." He waves his hand dismissively,"So, what'll it be?"

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Ordo would lean back into his seat, eyeing the man carefully. He smirks slightly before speaking.

"What do you think? I'll go with any weapons."

Ordo then leans forward, his gloved hands folding into his lap.

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Navadniy shrugs,"Very well. My guards will bring you into the arena and hopefully won't meet your demise."

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Two guards escort the man onto a separate elevator, quietly sitting on either side on him. The doors open and they seal their gasmasks over their faces, as oxygen rushes in. They enter a dimly lit storage room, and one of them hands him his weapon back, then points to the weapon rack on the wall. Several kalishnikovs, Scorpion SMGs, and GsHG pistols lie on it, with magazines under it,"Incase you want more. If you ready, go." He says in a blank, uninterested tone, clearly he's seen this too many times to care. He points to a blast door.

Once the Agent is ready, the door opens, and the two guards waltz back to the elevator. The roar of the crowd is heard, as an announcer reads off in Slavnok, English, Aranek'ii, and several other languages afterwards. "A newcomer challenges the Zuzham-Xabir tribe! A one Mr. Smith with take on Kzhchar the Gutter, a four time deathmatch winner!"

The Agent would see a sand-skinned, heavily scarred Aranek on the other end of the circular Arena. His head bares most of the scars, his left eye seemingly sown shut. He grips a large primitive shotgun with an external belt feed, bearing a large bayonet on the underside of it. His tribal arm is criss crossed by two shotgun shell belts, laden down on the back and sides with machetes and blades, and a large CFP six shooter on his hip. He snarls, his upper lip quivering as he growls and squints his eyes at the man. The towering lizard cocks the shotgun, standing erect.

If the agent to were look up he would see several balconies on the various party decks, hundreds of people screaming and crying out for blood. On the highest decks, Navadniy can be seen standing on a glass sealed balcony smoking, with his elegant wife by his side. He raises a drink and nods to someone across from him, a balcony opposite him. The deeply frowning Aranek tribe leader bows his head once to Navadniy.

Three lights below the jumbo screens light up, 2 red, 1 green. Several disc shaped drones are launched from the jumbo screens and circle the arena and the fighters, as a klaxon blares, the lights turn off. The Aranek keeps it's weapon lowered, merely glaring at the man with its one good eye. When only the green light remains, a high pitched beep is emitted, and suddenly several walls, ramps, and pieces of cover shoot out from the floor. If the Agent were able to tune out the several taunts and jeers of the audience,"Shoot him in the face! Shoot him in the fucking face!" "Eyes open, fresh meat, I've got 5k on you, fuckface!" "Keep eyes open, suka!"

He would be able to hear the clacking of the Aranek's talons as he began to quickly flank hard and fast to the left.[/i]

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Agent 029 would grab his own weapon, and holster it in the shoulder holster beneath his jacket. He would also take along two Scorpion SMGs and tuck one of them behind his back. Grabbing a handful of magazines for the two Submachine guns, he would begin walking towards the blast doors. Tucking the extra ammunition into his pockets he would enter the arena and eye his opponent up. His eyes focus in on the warrior in front of him, and his eyes begin to literally scan the opponent, highlighting any potential weaknesses or faults. As the reptilian nods towards Navadniy, Ordo would turn his gaze up towards the crowds and the klub owner himself.

The jumbo screens light up, and the RSI Phantom snaps his attention back onto his enemy. He grips one of the handheld submachine gun and brings it out in front of him, holding the weapon with both hands.

As the beep is emitted, and the walls come up, he closes his eyes for just a moment, takes a breath and opens them once again. As his eyelids are raised, they glow even more brightly, and if one were to see through the eyes of Ordo, they could see the augments he had been issued be put to use. The Aranek is highlighted as he flanks to the left, made clear by the infrared vision given to him by his eyes. Ordo moves quickly down the middle of the arena, much quicker than the average human. He keeps his eye on his opponent and sees him flanking around, raising his weapon he fires a volley towards the Aranek and ducks behind a wall.

He diverts his gaze and observes the field. Thinking on his feet 029 moves towards the Aranek's starting point, then quickly flanks around towards the outer edge of the arena. He is trying to get behind The Gutter.

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The Gutter cries out a dry wheezing roar, sliding into cover. The Aranek snorts deeply, rubbing himself under his ballistic vest to see if the round went through, luckily the low caliber shot didn't pierce. He scans with his one eye. He hones in on the sound of the agents footsteps and pulls a straight, short knife from his hip with a rounded end at the handle. Honing in on his senses, he throws it at a wall where he hears the agent running behind. The knife pierces the thin sheet metal, spikes jutting out of bulb-like handle, followed by the immediate explosion of the knife. Spikes and nails are thrown in a 5m radius, as the Gutter drags his bayonet along the floor quickly, sparks flying off from it. He roars as he does this, firing three extremely high caliber slug shells into the sheet metal walls he hears the agent move around.

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The agent grabs his face in pain as the shrapnel tears at his cheek and he begins to sprint even faster past the sheet metal. The sheet metal explodes behind him as the Aranek fires the shells into the wall he is running behind. Ordo sees an opening in the sheet metal and grabs his second Scorpion from behind his back. Reaching the opening, Ordo drops down, sliding across the opening, feet first, with his head following behind. As he slides across, 029 aims his weapons towards the large Anarek and empties the clips in his direction.

The Agent would cross the gap in cover and jump to his feet, dumping the magazines onto the ground, and replacing one at a time as he would circle around the reptilian. He would tuck the two SMGs behind his back and pull his own high-caliber sidearm out in front of him. As the PHANTOM would move flank around The Gutter behind cover he would climb up one of the ramps and hop onto a wall within sight of his opponent. The Agent would take aim and fire several shots before jumping back down into cover, trying to weaken his opponent.

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In contrast to the roaring cloud, the heavily armored, cloth-draped figure that was Okulan stood silently, observing the arena. Despite adornments, an exposed, talon-tipped hand gave him away as Valkar. Of course, no Valkar would ever call him that. No, he was an exile. To the Valkar, he was nothing. Less than nothing. He had no honour, to them. When given the choice between exile and death, most Valkar chose death. He had chosen exile. However, when the time came, something.. unexpected occurred. He was given a transmitter, and told that he had been given a chance to redeem himself, to earn back his honour. That the emperor himself had given him this chance.

He observed the fight carefully, his focus on the cybernetically-enhanced human. The technology was clearly too advanced, and too subtle to be Zeleniy, so he had to be from another of their countless factions. Why was he here? What was his purpose? Okulan crossed his arms. The man-machine did not fight like a warrior. He did not fight like a soldier. So why was he here. He pondered this for some time. The man-machine fought like a hunter. He fought with purpose, though his purpose was not the death of his opponent. That was a means to an end. No, the Aranek was not his prey.

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The high capacity, high ROF scorpions unleash a torrent of 10mm fire on the Aranek, who barks in surprise and is hit several times, vest absorbing some of the damage but his exposed upper arms being shot. The beast roars, gripping his right shoulder, dark blue blood dripping from it. The Gutter swerves around, becoming disorientated. His sharp eye catches the Agent jumping from cover, and he swerves his shotgun towards him, firing once before being struck several times in the center of mass with the high caliber weapon. The recoil of the shots makes the lizard stumble, his mammoth shotgun clattering to the floor.

Blue blood begins pooling under its feet, he pants and grunts visibly, stumbling to his feet and pulling out his CFP-manufactured magnum in his left hand, taking a large curved tribal sword off his back with his left. In a fit of rage he sliced through one of the sheet metal walls, roaring in pain and swerving around, trying to listen for the human.

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Ordo hears The Gutter panting, and smirks slightly. He hears the reptilian's blade cut through sheet metal to his left, and begins to notice the Aranek roar. Agent 029 begins to concoct a plan, and as he runs around a corner, he grabs one of his spare Scorpion magazines and tosses it in a high arc over his opponent, hoping to create a distraction, and turn Kzchar around.

Ordo then exits cover, and begins approaching the disoriented Aranek. With both Scropion Sub-machine guns in hand, he begins to fire the weapons full-auto at his opponent, completely emptying the magazines. He would then toss the weapons aside, grab his KP-32 sidearm, and fire several more shots towards the Aranek in front of him. His advance would lead him within arm's reach of The Gutter.