It was time for the Tournament of the Cauldron to export itself.
Try as hard as they did, there was just no way of perfectly replicating the different environments they required for round two of their grand event. They had made their unrealistic requests, demanding that they somehow replicate the climate and habitat of some of the most extreme planets in the galaxy. Mere simulations would not be good enough, it had to be real, it had to feel real and when enough slaves and scientists had perished at their hands for such impractical ineptitude it was only then that the Queens of Rattatak had decided that they were going to have to use the real thing.
The remaining contestants were to be shipped out, given the luxuries of celebrated gladiators and plenty of opportunity to rest and prepare for the next fights ahead.
Back at the Cauldron a multitude of screens were set up, surrounding the arena so that no detail could be missed of the now televised spectacle, the pit below for once completely devoid of action. Nothing would take the limelight from their glorious occasion.
The screens flickered to life...
A Dark empty space station, flickering lights and a distinct lack of gravity.
The station was nearly empty, its massive expanse creaked and groaned as the little air that was left inside moved about. Trash floated everywhere, massive broken machines, small bits of wire, even panels of glass seemed to float about aimlessly. Narrow halls and large dining rooms filled this station to the brim, no gravity could be found anywhere. It was a creepy environment, but one that seemed to draw in the Crowd of the Cauldron.
Two competitors found themselves upon this station, @[member="Ben Watts"], the mysterious man who had come so far within this tournament, and @[member="Jared Ovmar"] The Glory Song, the favorite of the crowd. Those within the Cauldron screamed and screeched, they yelled and cheered on their favorite.
The Queens of the Cauldron let out chuckles as their subjects yelled, they were excited as well. A loud buzzer sounded, and the fight began.
Try as hard as they did, there was just no way of perfectly replicating the different environments they required for round two of their grand event. They had made their unrealistic requests, demanding that they somehow replicate the climate and habitat of some of the most extreme planets in the galaxy. Mere simulations would not be good enough, it had to be real, it had to feel real and when enough slaves and scientists had perished at their hands for such impractical ineptitude it was only then that the Queens of Rattatak had decided that they were going to have to use the real thing.
The remaining contestants were to be shipped out, given the luxuries of celebrated gladiators and plenty of opportunity to rest and prepare for the next fights ahead.
Back at the Cauldron a multitude of screens were set up, surrounding the arena so that no detail could be missed of the now televised spectacle, the pit below for once completely devoid of action. Nothing would take the limelight from their glorious occasion.
The screens flickered to life...
A Dark empty space station, flickering lights and a distinct lack of gravity.
The station was nearly empty, its massive expanse creaked and groaned as the little air that was left inside moved about. Trash floated everywhere, massive broken machines, small bits of wire, even panels of glass seemed to float about aimlessly. Narrow halls and large dining rooms filled this station to the brim, no gravity could be found anywhere. It was a creepy environment, but one that seemed to draw in the Crowd of the Cauldron.
Two competitors found themselves upon this station, @[member="Ben Watts"], the mysterious man who had come so far within this tournament, and @[member="Jared Ovmar"] The Glory Song, the favorite of the crowd. Those within the Cauldron screamed and screeched, they yelled and cheered on their favorite.
The Queens of the Cauldron let out chuckles as their subjects yelled, they were excited as well. A loud buzzer sounded, and the fight began.