Lilla Syrin
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On the outskirts of Mos Espa was an immense venue for watching the popular Boonta Eve Classic Podrace. For mainevents, over one hundred thousands beings filled the Grand Arena to capacity. They would file into the grandstand seats, crowd into broad viewing platforms or cluster into the upper tiers to catch a glimpse of the high-speed spectacle.
For a modest fee, spectators could rent hand-held viewscreens which displayed images recorded by fast-flying Podrace holocams tracking the race. From a distance, the arena's seats would look to be a flowing tapestry of colour, as race-fans from all throughout the Outer Rim Territories congregated.
Alien food vendors would roam the crowds, offering exotic wares, bands both amateur and professional tootling race themes and popular melodies to cheer on their favoured pilots, fans brandishing flags bearing their racer's emblems.
The wealthier of Mos Espa's residents and guests could afford private viewing boxes separated from the rest of the rabble. The most opulent of viewing boxes were reserved for the ruling Hutts. And the shrewd Hutts turned a love of speed and crashes into a massive influx of truguts for their coffers.
The arena wasn’t just a place where they held Podraces, for sometimes the Hutts sponsored fights there, too. Since the fights were between some of the most fearsome creatures in the galaxy, the arena had some holding pens built where beasts could be locked away until they fought.
Soon Lilla saw the arena in the distance, its lights already shining in the late afternoon. It rose above the desert on the outskirts of Mos Espa. Crowds of slaves and free people alike were filing through its gates.
Music played. A commentator announced the night's events. A series of fights.
The slaves were allowed to enter for free. Some were required by their masters to watch what happened to any slave who dared try to escape from Tatooine. The early fights pitted slaves against any manner of fearsome creatures. It was never, in reality, a fight.
And the free people paid for their own entrance, a minimal fee to satisfy their morbid curiosity.
And Lilla? She was here because greed, combined with excess always led to sloppiness. The petty criminals would be out in force, and she was here to cream was she could from their ill-gotten gains.
[member="Paige Blossom"]
For a modest fee, spectators could rent hand-held viewscreens which displayed images recorded by fast-flying Podrace holocams tracking the race. From a distance, the arena's seats would look to be a flowing tapestry of colour, as race-fans from all throughout the Outer Rim Territories congregated.
Alien food vendors would roam the crowds, offering exotic wares, bands both amateur and professional tootling race themes and popular melodies to cheer on their favoured pilots, fans brandishing flags bearing their racer's emblems.
The wealthier of Mos Espa's residents and guests could afford private viewing boxes separated from the rest of the rabble. The most opulent of viewing boxes were reserved for the ruling Hutts. And the shrewd Hutts turned a love of speed and crashes into a massive influx of truguts for their coffers.
The arena wasn’t just a place where they held Podraces, for sometimes the Hutts sponsored fights there, too. Since the fights were between some of the most fearsome creatures in the galaxy, the arena had some holding pens built where beasts could be locked away until they fought.
Soon Lilla saw the arena in the distance, its lights already shining in the late afternoon. It rose above the desert on the outskirts of Mos Espa. Crowds of slaves and free people alike were filing through its gates.
Music played. A commentator announced the night's events. A series of fights.
The slaves were allowed to enter for free. Some were required by their masters to watch what happened to any slave who dared try to escape from Tatooine. The early fights pitted slaves against any manner of fearsome creatures. It was never, in reality, a fight.
And the free people paid for their own entrance, a minimal fee to satisfy their morbid curiosity.
And Lilla? She was here because greed, combined with excess always led to sloppiness. The petty criminals would be out in force, and she was here to cream was she could from their ill-gotten gains.
[member="Paige Blossom"]