[IC] Fantastical and Exciting Adventures in SPAAAACE!: THE ADVENTURE

[Professor_Wyvern]

The Cyconoid Guards smirked at Akira, as they grabbed him by both arms, as they threw him into the Cell Pit of one of the Praeclara Arenas. The Pit, was a dirty and nasty place, which held around twenty gladiator slaves in it, all of whom wallowed around in their own filth. This was only one of many Pits, but this was "THE Pit", for one reason, it held the newest of the new of Gladiators. Though, there is at least one gladiator in The Pit, who was not a freshling like all the others.

"Let us see how this "Tokugawa" does in the ring..." The Cyconoid smirked as he chuckled. He spat down into the pit, "Do not fail Senator Vicaver Slave...!"

[Parser]

A wickedly clawed hand, covered in shaggy, matted fur, took hold of Akira's arm.
"On your feet, pit-brother!", a voice growled as Akira was dragged to his feet, "I am Shah-Nahul, and today we fight as one!"

[Lindow Amamiya]

Mika Tokugawa has not had a very good last couple of days, for obvious reasons. The thought of whatever those slavers might be doing with Akira really hadn't helped her sleep either. Though she'd been tired enough from the events of the last two days that it'd mostly balanced out. But, either way, she was trying not to think about that right now. No, right now Mika was just out to get a breath of fresh air. Probably more figuratively than literally. And thus she finds herself wandering through Lucky Shots, without any particular destination in mind. While this was a dangerous place, it was also interesting, and she did want to see more of the universe... So, no reason not to start here. Might even find some interesting technology to take a look at.

[Professor_Wyvern]

And so, Mika Tokugawa wandered through Lucky Shots. As she was passing a more mercantile district (which was not the Black Market Lobby), she was being called out by a variety of vendors.

"You want good food!? Come to Hhrit'iks! Our food is guaranteed to burn your taste buds with delectable spices!"
"Hey, you want to buy some Atomic Samurai Video Feeds? Cheapest price around... Barring the Black Market Lobby of course!"
"Come one, come all! Step right up and buy, buy, buy! The Terrific Terrace of Toys is open for business!"
"Cybernetics, and Droids for sale! I assure you these ARE the Droids you are looking for!"

This district was booming with noise and activity, where all of the vendors were desperately trying to get attention from any passing individual. And there many Info-Booths playing out all sorts of activities going on at this moment in Lucky Shots. Somewhere there was a play going on, others had some band, and there was even a circus performance done entirely by robots. Yes, Lucky Shots was full of all sorts of things going on.

[Descartes]

The sound of grunting echoed through the halls quickly followed by the shing of metal. Zharkov was busy lifting weights, putting the bar up then dropping it once again, in an ancient human style known as the "dead lift". The name amused Zharkov and he indeed enjoy the workout. A pool of sweat formed beneath him, his bare feet wet. Born of the cold, Zharkov could never truly get used to the temperature of warmer planets such as Praeclara.

After he finished his workout, Zharkov bathed in a pool of iced water. Steam rose, forming a thin haze of water vapor around the room. Zharkov allowed his head to stay submerged fully in the water. He was preparing for the next fight.

[Professor_Wyvern]

As Zharkov was relaxing in a pool of iced water, one of the Cyconoid guards approached him. For a moment he glanced at Zharkov, who was completely and utterly submerged in the water. "Do not fail in your next fight.... Your master would not appreciate it." And with that small piece of dialogue the guard left and allowed him to finish his bathing in piece.

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Meanwhile in the Pit, there was a scraggly haired man rocking back and forth, as his eyes nervously darted towards Akira. He began scratching his face in rapid succession, "We are all going to die here! I was just a BAKER, a BAKER! And I've heard they are going to make me go against the beasts. Beasts have really sharp teeth and claws and they are going to kill me!" He began bawling as his mucus and tears began mixing. For several moments he began gurgling on this strange mixture. He began hacking, as he turned his head to spit it out. He glanced at Shah-Nahul as he began crawling on his knees towards him.

He clung onto Shah-Nahul's massive legs. "I know you are big, and that is how you survive! But you had to see smaller guys like me survive, right!? How do I NOT die!" He began sobbing again.

[Parser]

Shah-Nahul picked the man up by his neck and looked him straight in the eye. "Fight." he said.
"Cast aside your old life; you shall have no need of it here. No longer are you a baker, but a warrior. Fight as you have never fought before, brother. Tear off your arm and use it as a club if you must, but do not give into despair. Feel no fear, no sorrow, no pain. Revel in blood, and you shall triumph." He put the man down.
"Now, pit-brothers! On your feet! Today, we build new lives, and fight as true men!"

[Professor_Wyvern]

The Baker stopped sobbing, as he was pulled by his neck. "I- I DON'T WANNA DIE!" The others in the pit were moved by Shah-Nahul as they began chanting in union. "WE FIGHT AS ONE! WE FIGHT AS ONE! WE FIGHT AS ONE!" From above a Cynocoid guard spat out at them.

"Ha, believing that you are brothers in that Pit! It makes me laugh, soon enough you will all turn on each other, in order to survive. I have over-seen countless gladiator "brothers"... and it eventually ends the same." The Cynocoid cackled as he walked away from the pit. The Baker Gladiator Slave turned to Shah-Nahul, "Please tell me that guard was lying... Please tell me I can at least trust some people here!"

[IncredibleBee]

"Man, this day just gets worse and worse. I really don't want to do this sort of thing." Akira said, rubbing oil onto his body.

"I only hope Mika's alright. I don't think she was captured. Can you get my back?" he asked Shah-Nahul.

[Parser]

"Certainly, brother." Shah-Nahul looked to the other gladiators.
"Some of you-", he said, "-are weak. You do not hear the drums of battle deep within your hearts. Some of you will break, driven mad with fear and sorrow. I have seen this thing many times. Do not lose hope, brother."
There was a loud CLANG as Shah-Nahul slammed a hand against his breastplate.
"For I have seen men such as you rise to great heights as often as I have seen them fall to deepest depravity. Stand strong, brother, and fate is yours to command."

[Professor_Wyvern]

The Baker glared at Akira, "You don't want to do this!? I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! I WAS A BAKER, YOU AT LEAST LOOK LIKE YOU COULD SURVIVE A FEW ROUNDS!" The baker continued rocking back and forth, as he was listening to Shah-Nahul, as he began nervously eyeing the other gladiator slaves. The other slaves glanced at him, also nervous. The pit was filled with tension, they did not know who would fall to depravity, and who would rise to great heights. One of the gladiators, a small hairy man, about 4'8 stared at Shah-Nahul as he picked out traces of snot from the left nostril of his snout.

"How long have you been here for?" The man pointed his bulbous left finger at Shah-Nahul, "I am curious, as we are all Battle-Brothers in this Hell-hole right?" He glanced around staring at the others with his beedy eyes. The other gladiator slaves began nodding at the man, rather timidly at first, but they were coming around and began nodding with gusto. The Baker began sobbing again, "I just want to see my children and wife again! WHY did I have to end up as a Gladiator Slave!?"

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