A Hutt's Punishment

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

"GET UP!" A reptilian guard shouted at the young, crumpled figure of a red haired Zabrak. "Up! The great Tenma The Hutt wants to see you, slave." With a long grown Zavzen pulled his form up into a standing position before shuffling out of the open gate of his cell. With a guard in either side of him, Zavzen was guided through long corridors until they reached a pair of large, ornate doors. The doors opened slowly to reveal a large hall filled with smoke and the stench of cheap spice. At the end of the hall was a large, slug like creature surrounded by slave girls - Tenma The Hutt.

Zavzen was thrown to the ground in front of the Hutt. For a second the two stared at one another before Tenma began to speak in Huttese, a language Zavzen defiantly refused to learn. When the Hutt had finished a protocol droid stepped forwards and translated what had been said into basic:

"The Great and Wonderful Tenma The Hutt disapproves of your continued defiance. Your recent rebellion must be punished and you must be made into a lesson for your fellows. You will be spared death and must face a warrior of the Great Tenma's choosing in combat in 24 Galactic Standard Hours. The Bounteous Tenma had declared that you shall not die in this, you are useful. Bow before the Merciful Tenma in gratitude for your lack of execution"

For a few seconds Zavzen stared at the Hutt before bowing low and said, "I thank the kriffing Sithspit Tenma The Hutt for being such a stoopa sleemo that I can so kriffin easily hate. E Chu Ta. You are a..." What else Zavzen was going to say was cut of as he was punched in the jaw by one of Tenma's trandoshan body guards, knocking him unconscious before he was dragged away.

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Zavzen stood, hand clenched around the vibro-blade he had been given with the whisper of "Give us a good show", glaring at the gate in front of him. Beyond that gate was a sandy pit, surrounded on all sides by large walls. Many cheering beings were gathered at the top of the wall, placing bets and breaking into brawls.

"Welcome to The Arena ladies and gentlemen. Please thank your host, the Great Tenma The Hutt." A loud cheer rang through the arena. "We will be watching a match between two warriors, each giving it their all." Zavzen shifted, his beaten body screaming in protest, still feeling the beating he had received the night before. "You shall witness a fight between slave and hunter. And here is the underdog of the match, the Zabrak Zavzen." When his name was called Zavzen the gate in front of him swung open. He shuffled forwards into the arena, gripping his only weapon tightly in his hand, staring at the gate opposite him, waiting for his opponent.



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([member="Xardus Folidaar"]: The thread is up for helping me obtain phrik - thanks for this)

 

[Chris Tolaran]

Chris had to admit-if his writer hadn't ordained for him to be here, he'd be off on some island with the ladies, sipping drinks with those little umbrellas. However, past plot timey-windy stuff said that apparently, he was getting the attention of the hutts by his young age of twenty, because of a certain bloodlust for his enemies. From the other side of the arena, he could hear the name of the other dude being called out. Zavzen, huh? What kind of name was that? "Okay, I'm getting tired of this. I narrate my own movies." Stepping out into the arena, he raised his arms high for all to see. "Ladies and gentlemen! And ladies! I present to you, the mean, the cool, the awesome, CHRIS TOLARAN!" A grin plastered itself on his face, waiting for a reaction.


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[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Zavzen stared at the man opposite him who had just done his own introduction. He could see a spark of insanity residing in those eyes and only one thought ran threw his head when he saw that, 'I'm kriffed.'

When the announcer had proclaimed that the match had began, Zavzen immediately tried putting as much distance between him and his mad opponent as possible, no matter how much his battered body protested, he couldn't win the fight, he knew that.



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[Chris Tolaran]

Looking around the arena, Chris frowned when he heard no cheers. "Oh, okay. Fine. I see how it is. Can we just start this already?" When the word was given to begin, he walked toward the other guy, wondering why he was backing up. "Oh, come on little guy. I'm not gonna hurt ya, I promise! Okay, maybe I will. Whatever. That's what we're all here, right?" Again, he looked to the stands. "Geez, tough crowd." All the while, he kept walking toward his opponent. "Get over here and start bleeding already! These writers don't have all day, ya know!"

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[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Deciding to just get this over with, Zavzen ran at his opponent. Bringing the blade around he swung at his Chris's left shoulder. After the first swing he kept on attacking, hoping to end the match as soon as he could. All the while he was praying that his opponent wasn't as crazy as he seemed and that attacking him didn't set him off.


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[Chris Tolaran]

(OOC: You can stop mentioning me @Xardus now)

Chris stared at the kid for the longest second, wondering if he was either stupid, or just as crazy as he was. Probably just stupid. When the blade came down at his shoulder, he dodged to the side and aimed to punch him directly in the nose. "Woah, kid! Calm it down a little, okay? Geez, it's like you're trying to get yourself killed. That, or your writer really want some precious metal." Backing up a couple feet, he examined the boy. Yep, definitely the latter. "Alright, up you go. Come on now. hit me with your best shot."

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[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Gulping slightly, Zavzen ignored the ache in his body and attack again, swiping from left to right at chest hight in a feint before using the momentum to bring the sword down diagonally in a right to left strike.

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[Chris Tolaran]

The first strike hit Chris and bloodied him up a bit, but he managed to dodge the second, looking for the most part I phased by the blood. Looking down, he cocked his head in confusion. "I thought I said your best shot. Oh well." Grabbing the kid by his shoulder, he brought his fist up and slammed it into his jaw, hoping to bringing him up a few feet. That was sure to et some impact from the crowd.

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[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Stumbling backwards, Zavzen gripped at his jaw. Moving it around for a few seconds he determined that it wasn't dislocated or broken. he charged in again and swung at his opponent again, trying his best to hit at Chris's stomach while keeping as much distance as he could.


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