Louise
here for your dad
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...
TRENCHES, HOTH
Ah, you were expecting a Rebel Base.
This was a fight for the minimalists among us. Trenches, five feet wide and nine feet tall had been freshly dug for this event. Why? Perhaps for comedic effect, in the hopes that either the Jedi Knight @[member="Vulpesen"] or hotly-tipped favourite @[member="Fabula Cavataio"] would lose their footing and fall in.
There was a hint of cruelty to this bout. The harsh climate of Hoth threatening to take extremities, along with the pride of the eventual loser. Of course, in the name of fairness both combatants had been offered a selection of furs and padded clothing to fight in but naturally such thick wrappings really put a hamper of manoeuvrability.
Of course, if you were well studied there were certain techniques at hand...
The very sight of the frozen planet back upon the screen seemed to have a cooling effect of the spectators. The power of images. Of course this had an impact upon the sales of fans around the Cauldron but, you know, what's a little dent in extra profits when there's a butt in every seat?
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...
TRENCHES, HOTH
Ah, you were expecting a Rebel Base.
This was a fight for the minimalists among us. Trenches, five feet wide and nine feet tall had been freshly dug for this event. Why? Perhaps for comedic effect, in the hopes that either the Jedi Knight @[member="Vulpesen"] or hotly-tipped favourite @[member="Fabula Cavataio"] would lose their footing and fall in.
There was a hint of cruelty to this bout. The harsh climate of Hoth threatening to take extremities, along with the pride of the eventual loser. Of course, in the name of fairness both combatants had been offered a selection of furs and padded clothing to fight in but naturally such thick wrappings really put a hamper of manoeuvrability.
Of course, if you were well studied there were certain techniques at hand...
The very sight of the frozen planet back upon the screen seemed to have a cooling effect of the spectators. The power of images. Of course this had an impact upon the sales of fans around the Cauldron but, you know, what's a little dent in extra profits when there's a butt in every seat?