High Councillor Mihoshi Keibatsu vs. Trainee Rohan Lap'lamiz

High Councillor Mihoshi Keibatsu

Elder 1, Elder tier, Clan Odan-Urr
Female Human, Force Disciple, Marauder, Sentinel
vs.

Trainee Rohan Lap'lamiz

Elder 2, Elder tier, The Brotherhood
Male Human, Force Disciple, Juggernaut, Imperial
Hall Shrouding New Ground
Messages 1 out of 4
Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Master Kamjin "Maverick" Lap'lamiz's turn
Combatants High Councillor Mihoshi Keibatsu , Trainee Rohan Lap'lamiz
Force Setting Standard
Weapon Setting Standard
High Councillor Mihoshi Keibatsu's Character Snapshot Snapshot
Trainee Rohan Lap'lamiz's Character Snapshot Snapshot
Venue Nancora: Backroom Ring
Last Post 29 March, 2026 2:14 AM UTC
Time Since Last Post 2 days
Next Post Due
5 April, 2026 2:14 AM UTC
5 days remaining
Posts

header

The darkest rooms of the Tempest Crown Cantina hide many secrets, shady dealings, and unsavory types. The Backroom Ring is one of those secrets. Known to many as top tier entertainment on Nancora, but restricted, open to only those who can pay to fight. And it is lucrative.

Fifty feet in length and width, the Backroom Ring is a square room used long ago as a water cistern, now repurposed into a bloody combat arena. The ceiling is low enough for the taller fighters to feel claustrophobic whilst the walls are layered in dented durasteel plating equipped with shock prods and deadly spikes. Humid air fills the room along with the stench of sweat and bile. Neon lights dot the ceiling in the middle of the room, splashing color and shadows in circles further out. No seating arrangements are available, only cam droids showing live feeds on the cantina screens. Speakers bolted into the walls spread the crowd's cheers in the ring, blasting fighters with their energy.

The ring is segmented into square panels, each capable of independent activation. Pressure plates hidden beneath the surface trigger traps when stepped on. Most panels do nothing, but some discharge electrical bursts strong enough to stagger even armored fighters. Others superheat, glowing dull orange before cooling, forcing constant movement. Some panels are purposefully unstable, collapsing underfoot without warning, to disrupt balance. Many and varied traps exist underneath the floor, constantly innovated on and changed from day to day. Gravity projectors under the arena can alter gravity, making combatants float or pinning them to the floor. The ceiling hides gas vents, misting combatants with stimulants or pacifying and disorientating them.

There is no place for elaborate maneuvers here, no space to breathe or rest. The Backroom Ring is made for pure close combat. No high ground, no distance, only brutality as panic and pain close in.

The arena was an odd one. Not entirely unknown to the small High Councillor, but odd enough that it gave her a bit of pause as she stood on the bright pulsing blue square near the entrance she had been shown. The tiles expanded across the room, all of them matched and mismatched in color. Green, red, blue, yellow, enough colors that spending too long with them was bound to give someone a splitting headache.

“Pips, you stay here. I think this one is safe enough but I don't like the look of the rest of this,” she said softly to the droid perched on her back.

He climbed down with a soft trill, tippy tapping on the square curiously.

“Yeah, I dunno either. This should be fun though.”

The entrance by a brilliantly red square opened and an armoured figure stepped through, looking around at the floor himself. The dark green pauldron bore a black cog that named him for what he was.

An Imperial. Likely from the same clan her friend Reiden was from. Miho leaned on Kurotsubaki's black haft and watched the trooper as he checked his own gear with swift, precise movements. Definitely a well-trained warrior.

The Odanite grinned as she tilted her wide-brimmed black hat back a little and shifted her gaze from the Imperial to the squares on the floor. Were they color coded? Was that just a trick to get people thinking that?

Curious and more than a little maddening, Miho stepped forward slightly and tapped Kurotsubaki in the middle of a nearby square. The green tint of the square turned red hot for a moment, then faded back down again.

“Hello, Imperial. Neat floor, don't you agree?” She spoke loud enough to be heard across the room with a grin as she tapped another square around her and nothing happened. “Very curious.”

Looking back over the room at the man in Trooper armor, a slight grin on her lips. “The name's Mihoshi Keibatsu. You?”

The silence between them was thunderous until the barely heard response. “Rohan.”

“Pleased to meet ya,” the High Councillor said happily. “Now, I have no real desire to kill you and I'm going to assume you don't want to kill me.”

The man nodded, once down and once up.

“Care to make a game of it then? First one to the middle gets a handful of credits.” She shook one side of her green coat with her free hand. “Then we can dance and figure out the rest, eh?”

Rohan watched her through the black lenses of his helmet. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded again.

“Alright then!” She tapped a third square near her feet and raised an eyebrow at the quick sparks along the plate. “And go!”