“The Confederacy certainly does like their archaic traditions don’t they?” Rene asked as he stood before the Coliseum gates that sat closed. Staring through the massive gaps in the portcullis the Corellian looked between the two droids that had been tasked with escorting him. “Oh come on I thought you droids were supposed to be fun, huh?!”
The red photoreceptors of the two battle droids drilled into the eccentric man, both of them wielding in their hand's blaster rifles. Neither said a word the rifles trained firmly on the treasonous individual. “Listen it was just a few military plans, you sure we can’t do this another way?”
Behind him, Rene could hear the portcullis rising, and as he turned to look that moment was when one of the droids lashed out kicking him in the chest. Lifted off his feet and flung over the edge of the balcony Rene slammed into the sand-covered floor of the arena an audible groan escaping his lips. “If I make it out of this I’m sooo killing that rat.”
Rolling over onto his belly Rene slowly rose to his feet an ache beginning at the small of his back and radiating to cover his entire torso. The arena was fairly active, a mix of Geonosians and Confederacy citizens filling in to see the show. “Psychopaths.” Rene spat a sneer marring his usually handsome features. What else would you call those that took pleasure in the gladiatorial fights for survival? That took pleasure in the demise of another, for how many truly survived the trials of the arena?
Across the way the second gate opened and from within a large canine creature that stood as almost as tall as Rene did even when it was on all fours. Its head and neck graced with a crown of sharpened horns, along its spine sharp protrusions, a maw filled with numerous teeth capable of shredding through flesh. The midnight black skin of the creature standing out against the light color of the sand, its fur carrying a sheen unlike any other. “Where the kark did they find a Tuk’ata? Do they really want me dead that bad?” Rene asked beneath his breath. The amount of people who would recognize the creature would be few but Rene had done a job a few years back selling a few and knew just how dangerous one could be.
Between the two sat a single weapon dug into the sand, a simple crudely made spear the tip of which was buried into the sand the shaft sticking up and to the sky. Geonosians mounted on beasts of burden stood on the edges of the arena ensuring the Corellian couldn’t escape. All the while the Tuk’ata took in its surroundings.
“If I survive this I’m going to be sure to tell Prowler about his failure to save me.” Rene growled as he ran towards the spear, his sudden burst of movement catching the Tuk’ata’s attention. As if spurred on by the other’s movement the hound bounded towards Rene.
Arms pumping, heart hammering Rene leaped his body flying towards the spear. His hands seized the weapon and utilizing the momentum Rene used it much like a twi’lek dancer would use a pole. Legs extending the Corellian caught the pouncing Tuk’ata dead in the chest sending the beast to the sand with a thump.
Finishing the spin Rene withdrew the spear from the sand but before he could move to strike again the canine was up, its front paw coming across in a strike that batted the man to the ground. The air was knocked from Rene’s lungs as the claws tore through his leather jacket and the clothing beneath. Blood spurt free of the newly created wound, the crowd screamed in excitement all the while Rene lay on the ground attempting to recover.
Yelling partly out of pain, another part rage Rene rolled over unwilling to be killed without putting up more of a fight. The Tuk’ata’s paws landed right where Rene’s torso and head had once been sending sand flying into the air a bestial growl releasing its jaws snapping at Rene who continued the roll and up to his feet.
The grit of the sand rubbing into Rene’s wounds caused even more pain than the claw had before. No quarter was given as it became a dance between the two. Rene constantly on the retreat unable to get a strike in, all the while the Tuk’ata more or less tearing him to shreds. In under thirty seconds Rene no longer had a shirt, and his right arm hung limply at his side, and an array of crimson wounds painted his torso.
Kneeling before the creature the spear laying on the ground after the last pass. Rene was on his last leg. His chest rose and fell slowly, his violet eyes cold as durasteel glaring at the creature, jaw tight. It was the final pass and the creature pounced. Everything Rene was poured out in that moment. The rage of not being saved by his allies, the betrayal of the one he’d sold the information to, at those within the crowd enjoying his suffering, at himself for failing so miserably.
Left hand raising instinctively to meet the pounce all those emotions surged outwards like a dam had broken. An explosion of power released that caught the Tuk’ata in its wake and sent it hurtling away and into the wall of the arena where it released a yelp. Eyes glancing down to the spear it obeyed Rene’s command, no it reacted before the Corellian even knew what he was doing propelling through the air with enough force to penetrate the Tuk’ata pinning its corpse to the wall.
“Huh.” Looking down at his hand, Rene looked up to see blaster rifles aimed at him. “Oh…” Of course, they had no intentions on letting him live with what he’d done. Then why even put him through the gladiatorial fight?! The power Rene had summoned before had retreated leaving him helpless in the face of the Confederacy soldiers and geonosians.
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The red photoreceptors of the two battle droids drilled into the eccentric man, both of them wielding in their hand's blaster rifles. Neither said a word the rifles trained firmly on the treasonous individual. “Listen it was just a few military plans, you sure we can’t do this another way?”
Behind him, Rene could hear the portcullis rising, and as he turned to look that moment was when one of the droids lashed out kicking him in the chest. Lifted off his feet and flung over the edge of the balcony Rene slammed into the sand-covered floor of the arena an audible groan escaping his lips. “If I make it out of this I’m sooo killing that rat.”
Rolling over onto his belly Rene slowly rose to his feet an ache beginning at the small of his back and radiating to cover his entire torso. The arena was fairly active, a mix of Geonosians and Confederacy citizens filling in to see the show. “Psychopaths.” Rene spat a sneer marring his usually handsome features. What else would you call those that took pleasure in the gladiatorial fights for survival? That took pleasure in the demise of another, for how many truly survived the trials of the arena?
Across the way the second gate opened and from within a large canine creature that stood as almost as tall as Rene did even when it was on all fours. Its head and neck graced with a crown of sharpened horns, along its spine sharp protrusions, a maw filled with numerous teeth capable of shredding through flesh. The midnight black skin of the creature standing out against the light color of the sand, its fur carrying a sheen unlike any other. “Where the kark did they find a Tuk’ata? Do they really want me dead that bad?” Rene asked beneath his breath. The amount of people who would recognize the creature would be few but Rene had done a job a few years back selling a few and knew just how dangerous one could be.
Between the two sat a single weapon dug into the sand, a simple crudely made spear the tip of which was buried into the sand the shaft sticking up and to the sky. Geonosians mounted on beasts of burden stood on the edges of the arena ensuring the Corellian couldn’t escape. All the while the Tuk’ata took in its surroundings.
“If I survive this I’m going to be sure to tell Prowler about his failure to save me.” Rene growled as he ran towards the spear, his sudden burst of movement catching the Tuk’ata’s attention. As if spurred on by the other’s movement the hound bounded towards Rene.
Arms pumping, heart hammering Rene leaped his body flying towards the spear. His hands seized the weapon and utilizing the momentum Rene used it much like a twi’lek dancer would use a pole. Legs extending the Corellian caught the pouncing Tuk’ata dead in the chest sending the beast to the sand with a thump.
Finishing the spin Rene withdrew the spear from the sand but before he could move to strike again the canine was up, its front paw coming across in a strike that batted the man to the ground. The air was knocked from Rene’s lungs as the claws tore through his leather jacket and the clothing beneath. Blood spurt free of the newly created wound, the crowd screamed in excitement all the while Rene lay on the ground attempting to recover.
Yelling partly out of pain, another part rage Rene rolled over unwilling to be killed without putting up more of a fight. The Tuk’ata’s paws landed right where Rene’s torso and head had once been sending sand flying into the air a bestial growl releasing its jaws snapping at Rene who continued the roll and up to his feet.
The grit of the sand rubbing into Rene’s wounds caused even more pain than the claw had before. No quarter was given as it became a dance between the two. Rene constantly on the retreat unable to get a strike in, all the while the Tuk’ata more or less tearing him to shreds. In under thirty seconds Rene no longer had a shirt, and his right arm hung limply at his side, and an array of crimson wounds painted his torso.
Kneeling before the creature the spear laying on the ground after the last pass. Rene was on his last leg. His chest rose and fell slowly, his violet eyes cold as durasteel glaring at the creature, jaw tight. It was the final pass and the creature pounced. Everything Rene was poured out in that moment. The rage of not being saved by his allies, the betrayal of the one he’d sold the information to, at those within the crowd enjoying his suffering, at himself for failing so miserably.
Left hand raising instinctively to meet the pounce all those emotions surged outwards like a dam had broken. An explosion of power released that caught the Tuk’ata in its wake and sent it hurtling away and into the wall of the arena where it released a yelp. Eyes glancing down to the spear it obeyed Rene’s command, no it reacted before the Corellian even knew what he was doing propelling through the air with enough force to penetrate the Tuk’ata pinning its corpse to the wall.
“Huh.” Looking down at his hand, Rene looked up to see blaster rifles aimed at him. “Oh…” Of course, they had no intentions on letting him live with what he’d done. Then why even put him through the gladiatorial fight?! The power Rene had summoned before had retreated leaving him helpless in the face of the Confederacy soldiers and geonosians.
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