Private Before the Beginning

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | COME AT ME ​

Planetary submission wasn’t as easy as it seemed. To subdue a population to your will, to fill their minds with happy thoughts and keep them at bay from rebellious thinking was quite a task. Conquer a planet, rally the remaining population against a common foe, rebuild, extract their precious resources, occupy and bent them all. The plan was to give the people of JanFathal something to hope for and the Coliseum was built just for that purpose, as their warriors clashed in the arena the population would forget all about their lives and focus on something more. But finding those so-called warriors was as difficult as if she fought by herself, so Lunafreya promoted a Gamemaster, one person to select her champions for the arena as thing moved on.​

The right course was, off course, for investors to bring their champions to die around her walls but the Third Imperial-Sith War was scaring them away. At least for now, soon the trust of the investors would return and she would bathe on their credits.​

“Gamemaster. Don’t get up from your seat, I’m here merely to watch.”, the gamemaster nodded to his grace, that reptile orange creature was selecting champions in the arena. Two gladiators went in, fought for a bit and only one got out, without that delicious thrill of killing.​

“It isss… a simple match now, Your Grace. Nothing worth your while.”, still she sat down in one of the seats on that box. Looking as the speaker called out a huge gamorrean warrior, a real beast made entirely of muscles and fat, carrying one of those huge vibroaxes the species was famous for carrying.​

“Carry on, Gamemaster and do not despair. My intentions in here are but my own.”, the reptile creature decided to go back on his work, and by her back Sor Riordain and Sor Aelirenn stood watch, silent and dressed in those garnet armors of theirs, to watch over their mistress. Lunafreya focused her two violet eyes on the arena, sharp as always they were, but this time they weren't looking for blood, they were searching for something else, a feeling inside of her was agitated, almost as if she was sure something was about to happen. ​

 

[Zenric Salyn]

This wasn't what they were expecting to do. Fighting was something to be left to dullards and fools. It was better to watch from afar and learn. That's all Dubiety cared about. For that reason along they had come here. Disguised as a Nightsister they made their way into the arena, peering curiously at the Gamorrean. Such a savage.

There was no reason to prolong this. If the information and lessons they wanted were riding on the fact they'd win, they'd do so. As soon as the match started they raised a hand.

" S̸͙͓̮͚͔̭̜u̜̥͓̝͇t͏̗̮̱͍̥̳t̪̞a̝̫̜̺̗ ̢͉̩̻͔̮C̷͖̯͚͎̥̫ͅh͍̮̘̬͞w̟̯i̴͕̬̦͎̫͔t̫̯̲͎u͍s̥͖̻͇̤k҉͖͎̤̰̲͇ͅa̢͖̠̞̞̺k̴̟̥̘͚̬"

A small mote of darkness, pure and condensed formed in front off of their palm. It launched forward to impact the Gamorrean as he charged, where it detonated into a burst of intense heat. It consumed the warrior completely, crisping their skin and killing the being immediately. Once they fell the Nightsister looked around, a smug smile on her face.

"Was that not entertaining?"

Lunafreya Solidor

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

At least the servicing she had planned for the boxes on the coliseum was almost impeccable. As the ambrostine wrapped around her fingers could most certainly prove it, Lunafreya sat relaxed in a huge leathery chair, wondering how long it would take for the next champion to embark on the arena. She had dealt with cravens and idiots in that day, she discussed the restoration of the cities in the planet, discussed peace with the gamorreans and their constant clan stupidity of living to prove themselves by killing one another. So seeing two huge animals slapping each other at the arena was almost too delicious as a opportunity for her to turn her back to it.

"What in the holy eggz name...", the orange lizard hissed two chairs beneath her and Lunafreya gazed upon the creature that arrived at the arena. A scrawny, useless thing. "That ain't the...", the Gamemaster didn't had time to finish his speech as the creature raised its hand and launched a flash of darkness too famiiar for her to ignore. All she did was spitting her drink from lips and realizing the practitioner knew Sith magic.

"Diabolico...", her voice was calm and her tone was low, "Fetch that thing for me." Her lord-commander, her best servant, growled at her orders and rushed through the balcony of her box, force jumping and falling like a tank right behead the creature.

"Beassst, you are coming with me.", he swinged his pike in the air, suggesting what it would meant if the creature did not obeyed.

Dubiety