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Post by adam_bat on Jan 21, 2004 2:27:22 GMT -5
AH HA! Finally another one from me!
Clapping the dust of the arena from off of his hands Rhale stepped aside from the beaten carcass at his feet and waited as the guards came in to carry the body away and strap him in irons again. The match was over, those who had placed money on him were collecting and he was off to his cell again, to await the next.
Led past the others awaiting entry into the pit he didn’t look at any of the assorted creatures. Keeping his gaze forward and holding his head much too high for a slave he marched past them, chains clanking in rhythm with his steps. It wasn’t that he looked down on them, or did not identify with them. In fact he longed for some sort of companionship, and felt their pain ten fold as he suffered alongside them. What kept him from recognizing them was fear. Fear that he might have to face one of them someday and what he would then have to do. Better to be alone then to have to carry more guilt and anguish then he already felt.
In his cell now the guards did not remove the shackled but instead secured them to a post mounted in the wall, such was their fear of losing their prize fighter and so many were the escape attempts he had made in his earlier days. Now though, he no longer had any more foolish dreams of escape from the asteroid coliseum. Now he only looked to gain enough energy back before the next match and tend to those wounds he had gained as best he could. Pulling off what remained of his shirt, the opponent he had faced had been equipped with a very sharp set of claws, he exposed his scarred torso and back, looking at the wounds he could and gently touching those he could reach. Dipping the shirt turned rag into a small basin of murky water he dabbed at the cuts and bruises.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 2:40:29 GMT -5
She stalked among the cells, nose wrinkled. Her name was Besehba Mondrin, and she was...a collector of sorts. She glanced at her companions and rolled her eyes "What made you beleive a candidate was located here again? The people here are...broken."
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Post by InsanePenman on Jan 21, 2004 7:37:33 GMT -5
His name was Duhrin Narm and he was terrified. It had been...what? Maybe three days since he'd been brought in, tossed in a cell roughly by three armed guards. He still hadn't left his cell, and he dreaded every moment that passed. He knew that when the guards came to take him to his first fight, he would try to run. If he could not escape them, he would fight. If he could not defeat them, he would slit his own throat with his claws.
Not for the first time, he looked down at his right arm in hatred, knowing that, had it not been for it, he would not have been half as attractive a gladiator as he was. From his shoulder down, it was covered in grey-black scales, and each finger was tipped with a razor sharp claw.
He half considered just ending it now...he hadn't escaped the first time, why assume he would now? Still, he slumped against his cage instead, trying to remember the paths he'd seen as he was dragged in.
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Post by Panther on Jan 21, 2004 13:25:48 GMT -5
Marel watched from an alcove. She had fought tooth and nail to get her position as caregiver. They watched every move she made. They being both the priisoners and the guards. She was not to touch the prisioners, and the guards were not to touch her. She hadn't known htat wehn she took the position.
[The only reason you're here,] She berated herself. [Is because you don't know when to just give up on a man. Remember when you left your home and famliy for the guy who dumped you? And now you're stuck cleaning up after the drags of humanity so that maybe you can save you knight in corroded armour.] She thought bitterly, carrying another bucket of dirty water to the cell that held the man responsible for her invovlment in the whole mess.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 15:03:25 GMT -5
Besehba sighed and rolled her eyes. "So much fear...and hopelessness" she muttered. "You had best be right"
The man with her simply smiled, he knew that there were several possibilities here..."It will be worth it, Lady psion. We need a larger team since Jacobs and Rrrin retired...and this is where we will find it."
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Post by Zoken on Jan 21, 2004 15:38:29 GMT -5
They sneeringly called him, "Unique". "They" were the guards and his owners. he was the last child of a dead race. his had been alive since before his human captors had first crawled out of the muck, muchless space bound. His people had lived peacable on their own world, the only planet with life around its star. the reason that his people frightened humans so much was two fold; first, his people looked exactly like the humans and could pass among them easily. second, his people were gifted with telepathy and telekinesis.
his own given name was lost to all. the human name he had used in an adopted family had been Corbin, he renounced it with disgust for all of humanity. now only one person still called him Corbin, the care taker. To every one else he was Unique. he held that name with no pride, nor shame. it was something for the damned human announcer to call out when it was time for Unique to kill another creature.
what no one knew was that the creature Unique killed in his arena matches, heard a voice in his head just before he died utter the word "sorry".
he was champion level in the arena matches. there was only one that was as strong or stronger. the one that he feared he would have to face someday... Rhale.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 22:51:01 GMT -5
Besehba and her companion passed, silent, unnoticed by any. Thanks to her...and thanks to him, no surveillnance camera caught them either.
As they walked, she broadcast on a very low level If you can hear me, look this way, if you are not broken, look. If you wish to leave, stand.
The window was still open for another hour, they had time to wade through this...morass...
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Post by InsanePenman on Jan 21, 2004 22:56:22 GMT -5
Duhrin was on his feet in almost an instant, half thinking this some cruel joke by his new masters while ha;f-believing that someone really was out there that could free him. Soon enough, his eyes latched onto the moving figures, desperately waiting for whatever might come.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 23:07:03 GMT -5
Besehba's eyes drifted curiously to the only standing figure in this area. She was...an interesting person. SHe stood like an average terran, she even seemed to be full terran form a distance...but her eyes were goat-like, down to teh golden color, and pale scales formed a triangle on her forehead, a tear drop under each eye, and trailing along the back of each hand.
She stopped in front of the cage and blinked. Suprised. "You are not broken?" she saked softly. He felt...young. Desperate...but under that...perhaps there was something worth salvaging.
Her companion simply grinned.
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Post by InsanePenman on Jan 21, 2004 23:11:12 GMT -5
Confusion overtook the hope on his face, though the former emotion was still obvious in the background, and he asked in a whisper, "Broken? What do you mean?" Did she mean broken as in spirit? He certainly was not. In body? Not that either. In another way unfamiliar to him? Perhaps. Strange meanings for a strange woman.
Not that he could judge, considering he had one arm that was decidedly inhuman...
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 23:28:03 GMT -5
"Not broken..." she said, almost to herself "But confused..."
She put her hand through the bars, almost touching his face but not quite. "Do you wish to leave?"
Her companion sighed "Please forgive Besehba...she's ont great in the public relations department. A great psionic, highest degree, keeps us alive more times than not, but really not good with people. I'm John, she's Besehba...we're collectors."
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Post by InsanePenman on Jan 21, 2004 23:30:13 GMT -5
"What? Yes! Of course!" he exclaimed, before narrowing his eyes suspiciously and glancing at John. "Collectors? What do you mean collectors? I don't plan on trading one cage for another..."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 23:34:27 GMT -5
"Not people" she murmured, hand caressing the air for a moment and withdrawing.
John smacked his forehead "Doh! No, we don't collect people. We're recruiting some people for our team...you could call us tomb raiders. We gather kowledge, forerunner artifacts...but we also need to get through a hell of alot of stuff to get it...hence a specialized team. Most of our physical fighters retired last run, off to raise families and such..."
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Post by InsanePenman on Jan 21, 2004 23:38:01 GMT -5
Freedom for service? An fine trade he supposed...better than slavery for these monsters. "Fine, then. I want out. Please?" He replied both hands coming up to grip the bars of his cage tensely.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Jan 21, 2004 23:42:13 GMT -5
Besehba looked him over "You will have to trust us." she said quietly. "Can you do that?"
John leaned against the bars "If it turns out that you're not suited for the team, we'll est you off where you want, mind cleared of any mention of us...we will not brng you back here. You can't lose."
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