OOC ACCOUNT
THE BARON AND THE IMPERIAL KNIGHT
THE BARON AND THE IMPERIAL KNIGHT
TAGS:
Sara Braven
LOCATION: Industrial World of Spindle VI, Cyclone Arena of Battle
RELEVANT LINKS: Monkrove Irs'Valachie Moldova
OUTFIT AND WEAPONRY: Ornate [AV-1A] Assault Armor | [Mace Shaped] Power Hammer | Rotational Steam Cannon
The Industrial World of Spindle VI was generally unexplored by the galactic powers of the universe but as known to be a heavily fortified fortress world. Being ruled by the iron fisted government of the Governance Commission and enforced by the faceless automations that acted as a majority of the Spindle VI Security Forces. To the naked observer who had come to this planet for only the first time would see that there were immense floating cities not unlike the center of the galaxy, coruscant due to the many skyscrapers and military airships floating within the atmosphere to keep troublemakers away from the citizens and the government of the planet. In orbit the security forces had established a small but well equipped space navy that resembled the airships of the atmosphere but were well suited for space combat instead of atmospheric combat. Below the floating cities would be an immense grassland with a large tundra landmass and large forest area nearby, the ground was almost devoid of any large cities save for the criminal haven of Old Halbarrow and the smaller outpost on the ground to keep order. With road networks extending from old halbarrow to other abandoned settlements on the planet due to the populace moving into the sky. Another thing of interest would be the spewing industrial yards of Spindle VI, filled to the brim with cheap housing and toxic fog that covered the atmosphere. Separated from the new capital of halbarrow through a large wall. To the north would be the intergalactically renown University of Scientific Progress and Astromancy, where it was common knowledge that they trained force users to use their powers away from the more established orders of the force.
But this isn't where our story will take place...instead we shall travel to the spewing arena of Spindle VI, The Cyclone Arena of Battle. Where gladiators and nobles would show off to the common riff raft on the planet. Filled to the brim would large monsters and many seating arrangements. It was the perfect place on the planet for interaction with just about anyone. Today though, the House of Moldova would be hosting a jousting tournament within for a large sum of money. Thus the stadium was packed more than normal due to the popularity of the house among the populace of the Industrial World.
Monkrove had waited for a few minutes within the gladiator barracks underneath the stadium. He had recently agreed to put on a showcase for the Spindle VI Military Academy, where the cadets would get to watch real gladiators engage in duels and other staged simulation battles so that they are prepared for the reality of combat if necessary. Wearing his signature ornate AV-1A assault armor gave him much protection when engaged in actual combat but he had had agreed to leave it unpowered mode so that he couldn't really hurt the other gladiators within the ring. Climbing onboard his signature chariot pulled by 8 andronius war boars from the mangu forest on the planet. He lashed the reins to the chariot, as the boars went into charge mode into the arena itself to the cheers of spectators. Grabbing his lance and putting it down to bash his opponent off of his own chariot, he waited for his opponent to arrive on the battlefield. He was granted his chance to spy upon his opponent, when they came out of the pits on the other side. Their own ornate chariot being pulled by large birds of some foreign kind. To any spectators within the arena, Monkrove and his Opponent would speed towards each other when the trumpets were announced. The boars and the birds would pick up speed on either side of the divider that kept them seperated, The Baron of Moldova would lower his lance and his opponent did the same. As the opponent's lance was coming towards him, monkrove moved his head a little as the pointed edge went past his armored helmet. Moving his lance down a little into the stomach of his opponent has he was bashed off of it with a direct hit to the stomach region as they were both traveling around 65 miles per hour at this minute in time. The crowd would cheer at the baron's victory over his opponent as monkrove pulled his chariot around from crashing into the wall itself.
Monkrove would look through the crowd watching for anyone of interest to emerge, once pulling the chariot to a dead halt. Taking off his feathered war helmet and putting it aside. Time would only tell if someone was within the crowd, watching his victory over the event and would like to interact with the Baron of Spindle VI. But for now monkrove would have to prepare himself for the next opponent to emerge from the pits to challenge his undisputed title of "Chariot Champion of the Galaxy". Thus he waited and begin to polish his lance for the next engagement.