The sky was beautiful a brilliant blue, streaks of white clouds peppering the realm above. A planet could be seen in the sky, Munera's uninhabitable twin planet, Sicilia. Though uninhabitable and dangerous in itself, it's existence only made Munera's skyline all the more majestic. 0RG0-N coughed up blood as he laid in the sand staring up at the sky. The old Humani gladiator rotated his head in soft sand to look around, the Lynx Ludus laid scattered throughout the sands, dead. Near the bodies roamed their killers, who were they again? Ah yes, the Taurus. Softly the battered man chuckled as he found the throwing knives extending from his chest like a dart board, they were tough ones indeed, he chuckled again but stopped to cough violently and spit up more blood onto his chin. He could hear the crowd's cheering, and strained his head to see them. They were doing something with their hands, ah, the turned thumb, he was getting the turned thumb. He turned back to the sky. Orgon the Invincible himself lying in the sand defeated and about to die The Humani thought to himself, That's right. This is the way a deserter like me is supposed to die. Something blocked out his view of the sky. A black silhouette, his vision obscured by the sun, he could see clearly, however, the axe the figure held in its hands. "Make it quick, sir, a Humani like me could only hope for a death with a view of the sky like this." The figure raised his axe and brought it down with quick force. The champions had fallen, the Taurus had achieved the impossible and had defeated the unbeatable Lynx without a single loss.
Confucius sat in a meditative posture among the scattered prisoners in the dark unlit cargo bay. The cargo bay was hot and stuffy with poor ventilation, yet Confucius remained unmoving, his breathing controlled and his mind clear of excess thoughts. The glowing blue energy cuffs let off a soft light that illuminated his large figure within the darkness. Some prisoners paced back and forth nervously through the bay, tripping over their own feet and shaking with anxiety. Their fear was understandable, the rumors revolving around the Humani gladiator games were nothing less of scary. If one listened carefully they could hear a prisoner crying quietly or another praying to whatever deities they worshipped. All noise and movement stopped as the transport ship began to rumble and shake, they had landed. A loud hiss and crank echoed throughout the cargo bay as the door opened, the light of day and the loud noises of cheering forcing its way into the dark and quiet bay. The door opened completely and became a ramp that led off into a tunnel. Above the tunnel was a glass roof extending all the way down it. A wide crowd of an assortment of races from all over the galaxy stood by the glass expectantly watching the figures of the prisoners reluctantly staying inside the cargo bay, the audience. A door opened in the back of the cargo bay as a group of Humani Legionnaires in full armor stepped into the bay, armed with energy rifles. The commander raised his magnum and fired it into the head of a prisoner. "Go. Now. One at a time." He commanded as the Legionnaires raised their rifles at the group of prisoners, their eyes wide with terror. Confucius stood up silently and softly stepped onto the ramp. With a serene expression he walked into the hallway as the audience above began to cheer. The glass roof lit up and showed a profile of sorts on him to the spectators above, his race, weight, height, the such. A robotic voice resounded through the tunnel as he walked, Confucius the Yeshou, you are now a part of the Lepus Ludus, please go right at the end of the tunnel and enjoy your stay at Venationes.
A Humani guard at the end of the hallway gestured to the right pathway with his rifle. Tiredly, Confucius turned to the right and began to walk until he reached the end of the dull,dark, and narrow hallway. A dead-end? He thought to himself as he inspected the wall quizzically. Beneath him the floor opened and he fell. Surprised, he landed clumsily on his feet in a large circular room. The room had 7 round raised platforms arranged along the edges. The most notable feature was the weapon rack in the center of the room, a large assortment of weapons of all types all neatly organized. Though a large variety, each weapon was definitely the simplest form of whatever weapon it represented. The same robotic voice played echoed throughout the room, "Greetings, Gladiator. Please select your weapon or weapons from the rack in front of you. When finished,please take your place on one of the platforms presented before you and wait for your teammates to enter. Once all teammates enter, the platforms will be raised, anybody who fails to go up with the platforms will vaporize along with any unrecognized material within this room. This message will be played on repeat for every new arrival, Thank you! Confucius observed the weapon rack, he had to hand it to the Humani, nobody made giving weapons to prisoners safer than they did. The old cat cracked a smile to himself as he grabbed a basic sword and weighed it in his hands. It was heavy, much heavier than any normal sword that was made with alloys, this blade was made from one solid piece of metal and its weight definitely said that as well. He picked up an energy rifle and set it to burst-fire, it had been years since he held one of these in his hands, he was but a young kit then. He laughed to himself as he slung it over his shoulder. He climbed onto the platform and sat down, examining his sword.
