Father of Titans
Apparently taking food from one of the Genosions' carts was punishable by death through Gladiator fights.
I had come here a few days ago to look for holocrons, or the lost sabers that had been taken by some of the creatures back when the CIS had been attacked by the Jedi. Even then, I had ran out of the 500 credits that I had brought. I had dealt with hunger before, but I was taking food for my trip out into the wilderness to search for holocrons, when some lady snitched on me. I was caught red handed, and held in prison for a time of about 5 hours. Give or take a few minutes as I had nothing to do but count the seconds by.
I was brought before The Hive's ruling person here, and told by way of interpreter that I would be sent to the Arena were I would have to fight for my life. Because I had been caught, I hid my lightsaber within the hidden folds of my natural body as a Shi'ido. However, they told me that if I were to survive, then I would be returned my soon to be out dated Sith Empire Imp blaster pistol, and slightly custom vibrosword. I was left with my clothes, but my jacket was taken from me. Making a checklist of what I had; Pants - yes, shirt - barely, shoes - yes, lightsaber - yes.
That was all that I had left. But at this current moment you may ask? I'm wrestling with a Massiff. The Reptilian dog like creature was one of the few things that I have already fought. A nexu was my first one, my second one was a poor Twi'lik slave that had gone against her Masters word, and now. I had scratches and muscles that I thought I never had. Even now, as I grabbed a hold of the creature's head with my hands. and having my legs wrapped around its spiny body, I twisted hard to the right then left in the blink of an eye. Snaps rang out and ended the life of the Massiff.
I shrugged the now lifeless body off of me as the open ring was only alive with myself, and the crowd of Natives and people placing bets on my next fight. Only when I could hear through the gates a inhumane screech. I rolled my eyes as my head fell on the ground hard. Cursing what I would be taking on next.
An Acklay.
@[member="Phoebe Draclau"]
I had come here a few days ago to look for holocrons, or the lost sabers that had been taken by some of the creatures back when the CIS had been attacked by the Jedi. Even then, I had ran out of the 500 credits that I had brought. I had dealt with hunger before, but I was taking food for my trip out into the wilderness to search for holocrons, when some lady snitched on me. I was caught red handed, and held in prison for a time of about 5 hours. Give or take a few minutes as I had nothing to do but count the seconds by.
I was brought before The Hive's ruling person here, and told by way of interpreter that I would be sent to the Arena were I would have to fight for my life. Because I had been caught, I hid my lightsaber within the hidden folds of my natural body as a Shi'ido. However, they told me that if I were to survive, then I would be returned my soon to be out dated Sith Empire Imp blaster pistol, and slightly custom vibrosword. I was left with my clothes, but my jacket was taken from me. Making a checklist of what I had; Pants - yes, shirt - barely, shoes - yes, lightsaber - yes.
That was all that I had left. But at this current moment you may ask? I'm wrestling with a Massiff. The Reptilian dog like creature was one of the few things that I have already fought. A nexu was my first one, my second one was a poor Twi'lik slave that had gone against her Masters word, and now. I had scratches and muscles that I thought I never had. Even now, as I grabbed a hold of the creature's head with my hands. and having my legs wrapped around its spiny body, I twisted hard to the right then left in the blink of an eye. Snaps rang out and ended the life of the Massiff.
I shrugged the now lifeless body off of me as the open ring was only alive with myself, and the crowd of Natives and people placing bets on my next fight. Only when I could hear through the gates a inhumane screech. I rolled my eyes as my head fell on the ground hard. Cursing what I would be taking on next.
An Acklay.
@[member="Phoebe Draclau"]