iBorg R&R
~The Wheel~
Gladiator Ring...
A great barking laughter erupts with the applause and boos the audience around him gives out to the spectacle of entertainment in the center of the Wheel. In his own separate booth (meant for those who helped organize the event, and gladiator owners), Grozkkatta watched as a Devorian removed the arms off of a Duro's body, who was now roiling in the dirt, screaming and bleeding. The Devorian raised his twin blades and shook them with a yell.The Devorian down there was none other than Captain Beloved, a vagabond he managed to convince into his service... right before he sold him to the gladiator rings on The Wheel. His skill was not easily contested on a station that saw so little in terms of real skill, and Grozkkatta knew he made a good venture selling him. The Devorian was best with sulfur in his bloodstream, considering how weak he felt with out it, but the good Captained measured up to be skill enough for the other cattle he delivered to the Wheel.
The Wookiee hated aliens, and reveled in their misery.
The old Devorian was slowing down, and more than likely the rest of his crew may be wondering where their Captain had gone. They'd go looking for him, so once the wookiee made a quick pretty penny, he'd get out of here... though for now the devilish alien was proving to be fairly lucrative, with little sign he was out for the count yet. Though he was lucky, they were about to enter into an intermission, meaning the wookiee was going to go out to find something to eat.
Stepping out of his booth, his human trophy Olos Nah walked in his shadow. "Groz... why did you betray that Captain? It doesn't look like he's going to die, and once his crew comes back..."
"Ohwo'anan rhwo rroowhwo!" <We'll be gone!> The wookiee growled with a animal grin. Olos decided to say silent after that, careful not to annoy his master.
Walking through the station, the wookiee found a small little corner bar where he could quench his thirst, and his animal hunger. The scoundrel slaver was looking for a piece of meat he could tear up in his paws, as opposed to the slabs of meat he usually sold for labor. The wookiee grunted amused at the bar's name, Animal Delight. He wasn't sure if that was a speciest name or not, but decided he didn't care, he just wanted food and drink, and given his species reputation as animals, he figured they'd be smart enough to keep their arms. The wookiee sat without invitation, and told Olos what to say to get what he wanted.
[member="Adrian Vandiir"]