Little Thorne
Adalee took a deep breath. She was exhausted, but the planet of Esthorhiel had caused a rift in some relations with nearby planets. It took her years to establish resources and wealth from both Naos and Lamaro systems. Her efforts still stood intact, however, the decline in the economic deals became troublesome. So much so, Adalee had been given multiple reports of coordinated attacks on multiple systems, all from Kuonja. She had never dealt with any of their kind before. It wasn't strange for her though. Adalee, being a noble from Lorrd; rarely found herself in the outer-rim territories. It wasn't surprising that she actually never heard of the planet to begin with. Still, she was forced to investigate the incidents personally. She couldn't allow others to steal money out of her pocket blindly.
Truthfully, she was excited for a chance at experiencing a new culture. Of course, given the aggressive nature of the Kuonja, she had arrived under the guise of a representative from neighboring planet. All reports that she was briefed on were adamant about the little co-operation of governing powers on the planet of Esthorhiel. Carefully, she managed to get in deep with a Busara, another native species that was linked to political powers in Thoril.
It had been months and now that she had arrived she couldn't help but admire the gothic architecture that towered over her. For Adalee, these structures were remarkable. Surprisingly, she had been greeted with respect, despite the onward looks that read in her heart like a heretic to their ways. She understood, those that didn't understand her background, might have questioned a woman in light warn attire and three swords strapped to her hip. Diplomat or not, she was enemy territory. No one could ever be too careful. One hiccup and they could have her head. She knew of the King and Queens here, she figured getting an audience with those causing her issues would be easier through other methods. Instead of agitating her enemy, she would assimilate to their ways.
Such methods required tactful research and exceptional reconnaissance. Adalee wasn't new to the whole system. In fact, in many cases she was the head of the throne when it came to deals throughout the galaxy. Being a daughter of House Thorne meant reputable advantages. Some outsiders would have been killed on the spot here. Luckily, she had good relations with those in the Thoril Castle. She figured the King sent his own response to her plea. Again, she wouldn't let them take her well-earned money. The answer came in the form of a competitive proof of strength.
She would have easily accepted the challenge, but appearances had to be kept for the onlooking spies that surrounded her in the crowd. The roaring screams and incomprehensible languages that were barked toward the center of the arena made her disgusted. They were truly heathens. If it weren't for her cloak, bearing the small insignia of the House Thorne; spit would have mauled her hair from the ravenous fans. She felt a heavy weight in her gut. The hard part was getting here, so she thought. What made things even more frustrating about this whole spectacle was the amount of credits spent on her own champion to win. He would represent her, solely to win not only favor with the King, but also wealth restored on her projects in the Naos system. She hoped the dossier on Karkosuchus was everything it promised to be.
Adalee really wanted to met the bounty hunter before the games started, but it would have been impossible. Instead, she was forced to look down into the arena, her heart heavy with anxiety. She began to sweat. Her nerves ramped up, increasing her gut wrenching uncertainty about relying on another. She leaned forward and took a deep breath. Her amber eyes finally lifted to the center of the arena as the silhouette of a armored reptile broke into the light. Adalee's eyes widened, it was him, her chosen champion. The deep pit in her stomach turned right-side up.
Come on, you got this Croc!
The sound of the crowd erupted into a disparaging cacophony of screams and boos. That didn't matter to Adalee. Her heart beat faster and before the challenger emerged from the dark passageway from the opposite side of the Arena, she screamed.
Karkosuchus
Truthfully, she was excited for a chance at experiencing a new culture. Of course, given the aggressive nature of the Kuonja, she had arrived under the guise of a representative from neighboring planet. All reports that she was briefed on were adamant about the little co-operation of governing powers on the planet of Esthorhiel. Carefully, she managed to get in deep with a Busara, another native species that was linked to political powers in Thoril.
It had been months and now that she had arrived she couldn't help but admire the gothic architecture that towered over her. For Adalee, these structures were remarkable. Surprisingly, she had been greeted with respect, despite the onward looks that read in her heart like a heretic to their ways. She understood, those that didn't understand her background, might have questioned a woman in light warn attire and three swords strapped to her hip. Diplomat or not, she was enemy territory. No one could ever be too careful. One hiccup and they could have her head. She knew of the King and Queens here, she figured getting an audience with those causing her issues would be easier through other methods. Instead of agitating her enemy, she would assimilate to their ways.
Such methods required tactful research and exceptional reconnaissance. Adalee wasn't new to the whole system. In fact, in many cases she was the head of the throne when it came to deals throughout the galaxy. Being a daughter of House Thorne meant reputable advantages. Some outsiders would have been killed on the spot here. Luckily, she had good relations with those in the Thoril Castle. She figured the King sent his own response to her plea. Again, she wouldn't let them take her well-earned money. The answer came in the form of a competitive proof of strength.
She would have easily accepted the challenge, but appearances had to be kept for the onlooking spies that surrounded her in the crowd. The roaring screams and incomprehensible languages that were barked toward the center of the arena made her disgusted. They were truly heathens. If it weren't for her cloak, bearing the small insignia of the House Thorne; spit would have mauled her hair from the ravenous fans. She felt a heavy weight in her gut. The hard part was getting here, so she thought. What made things even more frustrating about this whole spectacle was the amount of credits spent on her own champion to win. He would represent her, solely to win not only favor with the King, but also wealth restored on her projects in the Naos system. She hoped the dossier on Karkosuchus was everything it promised to be.
Adalee really wanted to met the bounty hunter before the games started, but it would have been impossible. Instead, she was forced to look down into the arena, her heart heavy with anxiety. She began to sweat. Her nerves ramped up, increasing her gut wrenching uncertainty about relying on another. She leaned forward and took a deep breath. Her amber eyes finally lifted to the center of the arena as the silhouette of a armored reptile broke into the light. Adalee's eyes widened, it was him, her chosen champion. The deep pit in her stomach turned right-side up.
Come on, you got this Croc!
The sound of the crowd erupted into a disparaging cacophony of screams and boos. That didn't matter to Adalee. Her heart beat faster and before the challenger emerged from the dark passageway from the opposite side of the Arena, she screamed.
Karkosuchus
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