So, we have some really fleshed out OC's.
I know Mileena will be happy
(Ba-dum-crash)
So, Medallion as I've named her will be one of the many main characters.
And by many I mean like three
This is kind of like Kombat Academy. OC POV's were exclusive to that story. This one will have multiple POV's but not OC's POV's.
I know you might be disappointed but I remind you kombat academy is still WIP ;)
After it's done I'm planning some bonus rounds where I just write a match that's requested in the reviews section. I'll do OC's in that.
As promised, we'll get into the action.
(Zoidberg woop)
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It was around sunset when Medallion arrived.
Medallion.
That was the name she'd given herself, inspired by the very medallion she had in her pack.
At least, until she learned her real name.
"The spectator entrance is on the other side of the palace."
Medallion looked up, onto the stone wall, where an Osh-Tekk warrior was looking down at her.
He had his armor painted a mess of blue and yellow in humiliation.
They'd been used to do grunt work, from what she'd heard.
"Unless of course you have an invitation?"
Medallion cleared her throat.
"I am Ermac… We are but many and you're only one."
She'd butchered the quote, and cursed under her breath.
"Doesn't Ermac wear red? And hover?"
He must've been a newer warrior, from just before the conquering of Outworld.
He'd probably never seen Ermac in person.
"This is our new armor. I have traveled long, and am too tired to hover."
"What about your dog? Is he with you?"
"Yes. My… Err… Companion."
The Osh-Tekk hesitated before opening the two heavy doors with a lever.
"Ok then…"
Inside, the courtyard was sheltered from the dust and sand of outside.
It was filled with warriors of all sorts, from a red cyborg to a woman with white and black hair that reached down to her feet.
Only warriors were in the courtyard, and they conferred in groups.
Medallion joined the stragglers off to the side.
She pulled up her dark green mask that covered her mouth and nose, and crossed her arms.
Onyx, her dog, sat beside her, then eventually fell asleep.
Baraka walked up to her. He seemed unusually pale.
Hatred filled her veins at the mere sight of her rival.
"Jade! You were summoned by Sub-Zero far earlier! Was changing your appearance necessary?"
Jade. She remembered that name.
They'd practiced together in the tournament, but never fought.
Out of the corner of her eye, Medallion spotted the green-clad fighter. She still looked the same as last time, but like Baraka, was unusually pale.
"Who… What is this mutt doing with you?"
Medallion leaned off the wall.
"I am not Jade, nor am I your friend. This dog is my ally. Choose your words wisely, Tarkatan."
She tried to sound like an Outworld native, intimidating and crafty.
They'd been taught to act like locals in the event they had a mission requiring them to blend in the Shirai Kuei.
Baraka growled, deep and feral.
"Who are you?"
"I am… Medallion. I attend this tournament representing the Shirai Kuei. I am allied with Scorpion."
She took the seal out of her pack, and showed it to him.
He snatched it from her and crushed it underneath his boot.
"That seal is no longer valid. And there is no 'Medallion' on the roster. I shall escort you to Sub-Zero and Scorpion."
By then, the two had attracted attention.
Medallion's eyes widened.
What would happen if it was found she wasn't on the roster?
Onyx growled, slowly approaching Baraka.
Baraka's claws extended, and he prepared to stab when someone grabbed his arm.
It was none other than Sub-Zero.
"Calm yourself, Baraka. You haven't a clue as to who this girl is."
Sub-Zero looked to her.
"Nor do I, for that matter."
He released Baraka and approached her.
"The spectator door is"-
"I know. I am fighting in this tournament, for Scorpion."
Sub-Zero seemed a bit let down.
"She is not on the roster, Sub-Zero."
"Quiet, Baraka."
Sub-Zero held up his hand to silence Baraka.
He seemed to ponder for a moment.
"I have made my decision. You will earn your place in this tournament by Kombat."
Medallion took her bamboo staff from her back.
"I'll fight you if I must."
"If you fight me, you will die immediately. Instead, you shall fight Baraka."
By then, almost everyone had grown silent.
They moved to the center of the courtyard, which was marked with a giant dragon symbol, black with a gold dragon.
Baraka and Medallion took their places.
Scorpion rose from his seat, on a raised stone platform.
"What is this?"
Sub-Zero motioned for him to join him.
"We are having a fight to determine whether or not Medallion will join this tournament."
Scorpion looked between the two.
"One of yours?"
"One of yours."
Scorpion approached her.
"I did not invite you… But you seem familiar."
Scorpion, after heavy pondering realized who she was.
"You were the first Shirai Kuei killed in the war with Shinnok... I saw you die... How can this be? Ermac took your…"
Scorpion's eyes widened.
"Is Ermac dead?"
"No. Only stunned. I escaped from him."
Scorpion nodded.
"When he arrives, he will surely be unhappy. Very well. You shall fight to stay in this tournament."
The entirety of the warriors was watching.
"Round one!"
It came so soon.
She immediately ordered Onyx to stay back. She didn't want him to fight Baraka.
"Fight!"
Medallion yelled a battle cry and the two charged at each other.
Baraka slashed downwards with both claws, and Medallion blocked with her staff.
He withdrew one claw and brought it back, preparing to stab.
Medallion remembered; this was what killed her last time.
Outraged, she sidestepped and whacked Baraka in the back of the head.
He used the momentum to do a flip, and then shot out a spark.
Medallion staggered backwards, crying out in pain.
Baraka ran at her, trying to capitalize, but she leaned backwards, and his claw slashed right over her face.
She stood on her hands and wrapped her legs around his arm, then snapped it.
Baraka cried out in agony, and she whacked him one more.
"You have become stronger… So too have I."
Baraka rolled forward with extreme speed, grabbing her and holding her by her neck almost instantly.
She put her hand on his arm and pried it off, then punched him in the gut and face.
Baraka rolled backwards, regrouping. He and Medallion circled each other, waiting for the other to attack.
Blood had already been shed, mostly Tarkatan, but Medallion couldn't keep it up for long.
"Die already!"
Baraka closed the gap between them and kicked her, sending her sprawling backwards.
He'd already used the strategy before, and she strived to make the counter not last as long and hurt her.
This time, she dropkicked him in the stomach.
Baraka fell to his knees, gasping for air.
Medallion remained on the ground, near exhaustion.
Eventually, she got up and kicked Baraka in the head.
She knew what was about to happen. She'd seen it in the tournament.
"Finish him!"
She stood him up, and backed away a distance.
Hate fueled her once more as she drew her staff once more.
"Stop!"
Sub-Zero ran between them.
"There will be no finishing in this match!"
He turned and glared at Scorpion.
"We had a deal…"
"Apologies. I tend to forget sometimes…"
Sub-Zero growled.
"Everyone, I suggest you make your way down to your rooms. Dinner will be served shortly."
Baraka staggered back and fell before two other Tarkatans helped him up.
"I'm immune to jobbers like you…"
The pride drained from her, and the shock of beating Baraka came back.
I actually won?
Her dog barked and ran up to her excitedly.
She pat his head, still staring at Baraka.
Where had all that strength come from?
And it was over so quickly?
Without as much as a scratch to her?
"Nice work. But Baraka will still be in this tournament."
She turned around and faced Jade.
"Thank you…"
"I look forward to facing you in the arena."
She still couldn't help noticing her skin was far too pale, even for a revenant… And she didn't have the yellow veins either.
Peculiar…
Jade joined the crowd walking towards their rooms.
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Medallion's room contained all blue furniture, and several paintings.
There was a large window, covered in sand mostly.
The sky was purple, creating a beautiful sunset…
Even Outworld could be beautiful at times.
Dinner was slid under a door. Some weird Outworld stuff, no doubt.
On her wall was a chart showing the tournament's progress.
It was massive.
The amount of matches was huge, and there was a loser's pool.
It would likely be small.
Losers were commonly killed.
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FUCK YES!
SERVERS ARE BACK ON
I've been waiting for ages to post the damn chapter…
I have another story called Kombat Academy, whose OC's I've already transferred.
Recently an interesting OC was made called "Dr. Machine" And I really want him in this story, because he fits really well.
So, Fledbeast, if you're reading this, review or PM me on that.
Guys, please fill out everything not under optional!
It isn't optional for a reason, because it helps me greatly.
I'll try to keep the intros and outros shorter. I babble a lot.
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