Haro Zylrun vs. Garret Thorne

Haro Zylrun, Ad Vizsla

Equite 3, Equite tier, Clan Vizsla
Male Human, Mercenary, Weapons Specialist, Mandalorian
vs.

Garret Thorne, Breaker of Bones

Elder 2, Elder tier, Antei Combat Center
Male Human, Mercenary, Weapons Specialist
Hall Duelist Hall
Messages 1 out of 4
Time Limit 3 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Master Windos's turn
Combatants Haro Zylrun , Garret Thorne
Force Setting Standard
Weapon Setting Standard
Haro Zylrun's Character Snapshot Snapshot
Garret Thorne's Character Snapshot Snapshot
Venue Godless Matron: Hangar Zerek
Last Post 26 March, 2026 11:18 AM UTC
Time Since Last Post 1 day
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Pirates are a rowdy lot. It is a fact rarely questioned and merely accepted by those who deal with them regularly. While the Herald’s crew is no different, the band's leader has a different approach to facilitating their tendencies. To this end, one of the Matron's smaller hangars — designated Hangar Zerek — has been recommissioned as a combat arena... or execution chamber.

Once a dedicated repair bay, Hangar Zerek is still equipped with fabricator arms and an assortment of Trade Federation droid parts that have fallen into disrepair. A squared off section, including illumination banks at each corner, designates the intended arena. The section is denoted by active shock fences, run by nearby generators. It is here that the crew lets off steam, with the hangar bay sealed.

Matron_HangarZerek

The hangar itself still has a fully functioning force field that comes into play when matches are meant to become more interesting, or when it comes time to jettison troublesome captives. The hangar bay doors peel open, leaving only the active field to separate the arena from the vacuum of space. The control mechanisms for the hangar doors can be operated manually from the control booth or on a set timer, including the force field's toggle switch.

The control booth is the last segment of Hangar Zerek worth noting. Doubling as an observation deck, it is the only obvious entrance to the hangar. All maintenance hatches and access-ways have been sealed in advance, though the catwalks crisscrossing along the upper layers of the hangar remain. The booth itself is sealed, providing a safe haven for when the force field comes down.

Haro stood in the arena, over the cowering, bloodied form of an Epicanthix, Ijaat raised. He looked over to the control booth for the verdict. Thumb up. He sighed and sheathed the beskad. The fight had been far too short, far too one-sided.

"Got anyone better?" He shouted up to the onlookers. "I'm a warrior, not an executioner. Give me a challenge!"

He sighed in relief as a man who actually looked competent stood and started making his way down to the arena. At first impression, the man looked strong and capable. He carried himself like a fighter, not a runner. As the man strode across the hangar floor and into the arena, Haro called out to him.

"Olarom! What's your name? I'm Haro."

The man replied, "Garret Thorne, Breaker of Bones." He drew his blaster with his left hand and a kal with his right as the force field behind him reactivated.

"Nice name," Haro replied. "I have a title too. Ad Vizsla." He drew his beskad into his right hand and kal into his left, and started circling his opponent.

The man shot and Haro dodged, ducking under a swipe from the other man's kal. He swung his beskad at Garret's outstretched arm and stabbed at his ribs with his kal, but the man pulled his arm in and twisted out of the way of the dagger, which only nicked the other man's armor.

Garret swung down at Haro with his kal, but Haro had already rolled away, although not fast enough to avoid a swift kick to the gap in his armor above his hip. Haro stood and charged, only to be met with frustration as his opponent ignited his jetpack and flew up to a catwalk. Haro folded his arms and sighed.

"Really?" He jerked his head towards the onlookers. "They want a fight, not a one-sided shootout. Come down here and face me, man to man, kal to kal." He sheathed his beskad, shifting his kal to his right. "Knife to knife. Muscle to muscle."

He readied himself as he kept watching, waiting for his opponent to make a move.