To Fear and Loathe in Touchdown

[wolfe]

The sound of the shuttle docking awoke Jaden from his slumber. He looked around, temporarily having forgotten where he was, but then laughed as his arms came to his sides. He had enjoyed his nap from Earth to the satellite City known as Touchdown.

"So, I'm finally here. What a relief.." He muttered, standing from his seat. He lifted his bag from the seat next to him and slung it around his shoulder, looking at the crowd that was around him. So many different species, so many kinds of people. Jaden loved diversity. He found the genetic enhancements that most people had to be fascinating. Multicolored eyes? Check. Claws? Check. There was quite an abundance of that here, in Touchdown. Jaden himself wouldn't get a genetic enhancer, but he had no problem with others using them. Walking with the crowd that was departing from the ship, Jaden looked around at the sites to see. He could see floating casinos, shuttles, even a flying resort! Jaden couldn't help but grin like a child.

Putting the other strap of his backpack around his other shoulder, Jaden didn't know where to start first. He had come here searching for his sister, but she didn't even know he was here. He proceeded forward, towards a small boy, not older than nine or ten. He was attempting to sell maps of Touchdown, but it seemed like no one was paying attention to him. One rude alien bumped into him, knocking the maps out of his hands completely. Instead of apologizing, he simply yelled at him in some alien language. The boy looked like her was about to be in tears. Jaden walked over to the small boy and picked up one of the maps. The boy shot up instantly.

"Hey, mister, you gotta buy tha-" But he stopped mid-sentence as Jaden was handing him the map. The kid smiled and shrugged it off.
"Keep it, mister. You seem like a nice guy. You new to Touchdown?" He asked, putting the maps beneath his arm. Jaden nodded politely.
"Yup. I'm a new arrival here. What's there to do here?" He asked. The kid shrugged.
"Anything you wanna do, mister. If you like sports, we have a holo-ball arena. We have lots a casinos..." He began to name off all sorts of different activities there were to do in Touchdown. Jaden smiled at the kid. He reminded him of himself, in a way. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a piece of currency. "Here you go, kid. For the map." The kid took the money.
"Thanks mister! I'm Kade, By the way!" The kid gleamed.
"Jaden." He said, patting the kids head.
"If you need anything mister, just find me! I know this town like the back of my hand!" He almost yelled. He then turned and ran into the crowd, maps in hand.
"I'll keep that in mind!" He yelled over the crowd. He had a feeling he would do just fine in this city.

He walked over to a stall that was to his left. It had small little earpieces lying on the table, each looking like an ancient bluetooth headset. On the sign above, it read "Translator" in many different languages, most not even human.
"How much?" Jaden asked the alien. He let out a low grumble, then what sounded like a squeal. Jaden gulped. The alien then rolled it's eyes. It grabbed a translator from the table and handed it to Jaden, motioning him to put it in his ear. He did so, and the alien said "What are ya, stupid!? It's Fifty dollars, leave it or take it." Jaden pulled his wallet once more.
"How about Thirty?" He asked. The alien rolled his eyes, then took the card, scanned it, then gave it back. . Jaden put the wallet back in his pocket. He could now understand what everyone around him was saying. This made things alot easier. As he began to walk away, a man walked up to him. "You know, translators are supposed to be free buddy...You just got jipped.." And then walked away.Jaden turned around, back to the alien at the stall. He had already packed everything in a backpack and began to run. "Hey!" Jaden yelled.

Jaden began to sprint after the alien, hopping through the stall. He almost tripped as he did.
"Get back here!" He yelled, still pursuing the alien. He felt his adrenaline start to rush as the alien turned a corner. Jaden turned as well, only to be knocked on his butt. The alien stood there, a pipe in his hand. "Stupid human..." He muttered, as he began to search Jaden's pockets, looking for something valuable. He then noticed the ring on Jaden's finger, knowing it'd fetch a heft price. He took it from Jaden's finger, but as he reached back, Jaden's titanium arm shout forward, grabbing the alien's arm. He then pulled the alien down, onto the ground, and rolled over on top of him, beginning to pummel him with a barrage of punches.

After a few minutes, he grabbed his ring from the ground and slid it back onto his fingers, then took the alien's fund card.
"Let this be a lesson." He muttered as he walked away.

[Fiuth]

"Fiuth, we need new fighters."
Fiuth looked up as his manager came up to him. He was currently in a small japanese Hibachi grill; and now Tobinawa sat down next to him. Ignoring the wonders of the grill and it's puppeteer in favor of his manager, the fighter turned and looked at the one he would die for.
The black-haired man laughed when he saw the look of incredulity on his best fighter's face.
"Don't look at me like that. The man who oversees me and my peers has noticed a certain.. lack of fit combatants. Too many retirements and insanities for his liking. So, I need you to hunt more down."
Fiuth didn't ask 'why me?' Fiuth didn't even consider it. He merely nodded, and left. Tobinawa smiled and asked for takeout boxes, so Fiuth could enjoy his Japanese Cuisine later.

And so he found himself walking through the roads of Touchdown, golden eyes assessing every sing being that he encountered. Nobody promising came around. These fools were weak and flabby; too used to soft living in the modern-day city. He was mindlessly meandering throughout the city, or so he intended. With a small start, he found himself near the Shuttle port, where new arrivals to the city flocked in the hundreds. If people in touch down were used to easy living; new arrivals might not be. He set down that way, scrutinizing closer than he had on the way to there. He finally found somebody. Sure, there was an artificial limb; but that might make him a better fighter. He looked like the soldier type too; a person used to heavy brawls. Now to see if he could cut it where it counts.

Fiuth watched as he helped a map boy; and then watched as he encountered the infamous 'translator merchants.' Crooks that preyed on the ignorance of immigrants; a man in Fiuth's profession would remedy an insult made by there kind. Time to see what this man would do. When the inevitable transaction came, Fiuth came up behind Jaden with a warning.
"You know, translators are supposed to be free buddy...You just got jipped." He walked back into the crowd; watching Jaden. When the newcomer ran off after the scammer, Fiuth followed. He watched the knockdown, the search, and the retaliation with an indifferent air. When Jaden finally knocked down the crook, the Battlesquare fighter decided to issue a formal invitation.

Fiuth leaped up, and wall jumped to about 5 feet over the other fighter. He delivered a simple twirl, and then came down with an axe kick. Invitation delivered. Reply waiting.

[wolfe]

As soon as Jaden was up again, he was confronted with a vicious axe kick to the back. Knocking him forwards, he rolled, over the other alien, attempting to recover as quickly as possible. As soon as he could get back onto his feet, Jaden twisted around and threw his fists up in defense.
"What is it with you people!?" He yelled as he then rushed the man, bringing his mechanical arm backwards, rushing the man with quick jabs from his other arm, then bringing in one massive swing with his metal arm. Jaden's training was still with him as he fought. He concentrated on how his opponent moved, studying his feet patterns, eye patterns and attempting to identify his stance. It was almost instinct for him to study his opponent now. Jaden was true to his nickname of "Wolfe". He was a deadly predator, when he wanted to be. He could work well alone or with a group. He was a survivor. It was what he did best.
Acting almost on impulse, he came up with a leg sweep, just in case the punches didn't hit their target. If he had learned one thing, it was to always anticipate the enemies movements, keep your bases covered and that it never hurt to throw in an extra punch.

ooc: kinda short, not much i could add on.

[Fiuth]

Fiuth's eyes flashed as he swiftly jumped back. The axe kick was a risk, for an announcing attack. He could feel some strain on his leg and lower back from it. Fiuth was committed to the fight, however. He needed to see this man's mettle; and then he might join. Only if he held out against him, that is..

Fiuth watched the man's eyes; keeping his limbs in his peripheral. It wouldn't do to let him get in a lucky strike. As he watched his opponents eyes, he watched them assess everything they could. Little nuances in the muscle signifying movement; position of body to signify art. Only in the last was the man unfortunate. Throughout each and every combat style the battlesquare fighter learned; he incorporated each into every movement. Confusion was one of a fighter's best allies; as one of his tutors had told him countless times. Granted; the man might deduce Fiuth's MMA origins, but never which individual styles. That would keep him on his toes. With a small, slight grin that had nothing to do with joy; Fiuth leapt over the sweeping leg and onto his hands. He turned that movement into a forward spring, and leapt atop a storefront sign.

Fiuth perched atop the pole for a while; admiring his adversary. Indeed, this man was good. A lesser fighter might've fell at the leg sweep, or got caught in a punch that followed. It was this man's misfortune that he fought who he did; or he might've won. He wouldn't lose, of course. The battlesquare fighter didn't want that. No, enough to show this man what he was up against; and then gone like smoke. That was Karesawa's strategy, and he planned to use it to full effect.

Fiuth sprung from the sign, onto his hands again. This time he was behind Jaden, and with a slight movement of his muscles gave him a twist, and a spring up. Fiuth used the inertia to bring both fists down towards the back of the man's neck. He knew it would be dodged; in fact he counted on it. When Jaden dodged; Fiuth had the plan of bringing up a Scorpion kick. The ex-soldier wouldn't expect THAT.

(don't worry about it. I sympathize and understand. There isn't much you can write about while in an action sequence.)

[wolfe]

Jaden loved the spirit of this fight. And simply from observing this man's movements, he could tell that he had spirit. This man had obviously fought before. Chances are he was professional. But who would hire a professional fighter to jump him after only being here for a few moments? It didn't make much sense to him as he kept watch of his opponent. He watched as the man made a very impressive acrobatic feat as he did a handspring onto a storefront sign. Jaden took the moment to catch his breath. He then noticed the man's eyes. He was watching Jaden as much as Jaden was watching him. He knew exactly what was going through Jaden's head.

ooc: dont post, ill finish this tomorrow.