Public Petranaki Arena's Reopening | The Affairs of Geonosis

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Ukvax the Gilded OPEN TO ANY WITH INVITE GIVEN IRP (MEANING CONTACT ME BUT JOIN IF YOU THINK IT'S REASONABLE FOR YOUR CHARACTER TO BE HERE. NO PVP/INFIGHTING PLEASE OUTSIDE OF THE ARENA, NO KILLING. THERE ARE TWO AREAS, THE ARENA PROPER WHERE PARTICIPANTS MAY WIN GLORY AND PRIZES, AND WILL BE PROVIDED WEAPONS AS WELL AS PROPER ATTIRE FOR FAIRNESS, AND THE SPECTATOR STANDS/VIEWING AREAS, WHICH PEOPLE MAY SOCIALIZE AND INTERACT WITH. THESE WILL BE DESIGNATED AS...)

OBJECTIVE 1: ARENA CLASH (ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE GIVEN SKIMPY GLADIATOR ARMOR AND ONE OF FIVE WEAPONS FROM THE PETRANAKI MARTIAL ARTS. CHOOSE WISELY, YOU MAY PICK UP TO TWO. THEY ARE LISTED HERE. MAKE IT FUN AND ENTERTAINING FOR YOUR FIGHTS! THE FIGHTS ARE PVE!)

OBJECTIVE 2: SPECTATOR VIEWING (NORMAL SOCIAL THREAD, CAN REACT TO ARENA FIGHT, ETC)

(PLEASE NOTE THAT THE GOAL IS NOT TO WIN THE FIGHTS IN THE ARENA QUICKLY! DRAW IT OUT! HAVE FUN! MAKE IT ENTERTAINING! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS <3.)​

The Petranaki Arena.

Long named after the Geonosian Martial Arts known as Petranaki, the Arena had seen much throughout its storied history. Tales of yore, such as the days of Mandalore the Lesser, the attempted executions of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Padme Amidala, the actions of Delta Squad... so many times has the Petranaki Arena served its role throughout history. Yet, for just as much as of its recent history, it had been abandoned and left to rot. It had taken much time, much in the ways of resources and security measures -- but at last, Ukvax the Gilded, Archduke of Stalgasin Hive, made his announcement clear to the galaxy with the reopening of the Petranaki Arena. Thus awaited the prizes, the rewards; the glory that was to be won proved the most important however of all aspects. Prestige and power awaited those who made their name against sentient and beast alike.

And indeed, with it, neighboring polities such as the Royal Naboo Republic, the Sith Order, the Mandalorians, and even the Galactic Alliance, would be invited to test their mettle. The Archduke generously sought to supply entertainment for the Geonosian masses; a sorely-needed relief for the pressure valve overflowing because of the civil war. He refused any less - or any pause in the arena's opening. A hundred drones perished just fettering the beasts into their places, and he would not waste the effort spent on such... acquisitions.

To this end, the gladiators, those who joined to fight in the pit, would be stripped of their weapons and their equipment - it was unsporting, after all, to provide distinctive disadvantages and inequality. It made for unfun viewing after all. So, instead, the participants would be clad in skimpy attire, reminding viewers perhaps of gladiators of yore. Bronzium armor covered the shins and forearms as well as bronzium shoulder-pads and a stylish helmet of choice, with all possessing a leather harness and bronzium-chainmail "crop-top" as well as an armored studded leatherr skirt. The Geonosians hollered and clacked-chattered in their excitement for the upcoming fight.

Soon, the gladiators would be walked out to the arena, allowed to muster in the center and to talk amongst each other before the games begun. Archduke Ukvax awaited the spectators in his elaborate, oversized viewing box. Blade-like iconography and low-relief carvings of prior glories lined the walls, with an array of seats and such for viewing. Droids and drones provided refreshments, from local Geonosian delicacies, to those of Outer Rim commonplace cuisine. All-in-all, he spared no expense when it came to the arena, and he intended on ensuring the Geonosians were under his command.

But, that was not the time to speak. It was time to await his gladiators and his spectators. His cane clutched carefully in his hands, the short Archduke's black eyes kept watch of the time-telling sands poured from within a ceremonial pitcher. A signifier of the countdown to the games' start...

(OPEN TO ANY WITH REASONABLE INVITE! PLEASE FOLLOW GUIDELINES AS ABOVE, THANK YOU).

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective 2
Tags: Ukvax the Gilded / Open!
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It seemed like not all that long ago that Darth Strosius had been sat in an arena on Geonosis, although one not nearly as grand as the Petranaki itself of course. An affair that had ended far less desirably than intended. The memory brought a brief to His hidden features but one that was quickly dispelled as He sat back in His seat and exhaled a sigh, propping His chin on a fist as His gaze traveled from the arena sands up to the stands then back again as the final moments before the first bouts began counted down.

Geonosis itself had proven to be quite the hub of activity as of late, clawing itself out of civil strife and putting its hands onto the galactic stage once more. This showing was just one such example. Given the rise of the Naboo's Republic and the refocused expansion efforts of the Sith Order, it was a world that could prove a valuable instrument in the coming struggle for the Outer and Mid Rim. Hence one of the main reasons for His attendance to the grand event.

The other main reason being that He needed some sort of vacation every now and then, and Geonosian cuisine was hardy enough to sate His ever-present hunger.

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
PETRANAKI ARENA | GEONOSIS
TAG: Solidor Slane

The Gilded one extended the courtesies of the Geonosian people to his esteemed guests, imploring them to accompany him in the elaborate booth that oversaw Petranaki arena. It was of a most intricate design, one that was drenched in storied histories; of times long since passed, depicting victories and defeats. Droids fluttered between them, swiftly offering refreshments and food pieces to sustain the guests throughout the course of the events. If one was able to maintain their appetite, that is. It appeared to be the most perfect place to witness the games that would unfold.

It seemed to be the case, at least, from where Corin and Solidor stood among the humbler masses. His disappointment in Archduke Ukvax and the manner of his crumbling to Sith whims was nearly palpable, if not written plainly across his face; whether that was a permanent fixture or not was a debate for another time.

Stood between the Geonosians that loudly chittered and cheered at the entrance of their favoured champions, Corin had felt particularly out of place. A Jedi that roamed the frontier often blended into the masses, appearing as one of them as he walked alongside them. That was certainly not the case now, stood with his frame concealed beneath his poncho while his forehead began to feel damp.

"I will not give up so easily," Corin said firmly to Solidor, "The Archduke will see sense before he's finished showcasing his planet."

Sith were the embodiment of all things terrible. Killers, first. Then, plunderers. The fate of Geonosis should the Geonosian people align themselves with evil.

 

[Lirka Ka]

OBJECTIVE 1
TAGS: Open!

Geonosis had been her home once, in a different time, and with a different face. Yet the phantoms remained, and here she was. The call to Petranaki was an undeniable one for someone like Lirka, the showmanship of gladiatorial combat ran through her very veins.

Besides, it’d make for good family bonding time. Lirka had felt it poignant to drag Nova Ka along and have the pair make their appearances for the good Archduke. Show these whelps how Sephi danced. Though admittedly Lirka found the choice of attire rather…unbecoming…of one of her reputation. Bronzium was far from her metal of choice, and while she was certainly old already - these were designs far more ancient than her. Not accounting for there being far more skin exposed than she’d like - but it was good to get out of the powersuit sometimes. Important practice in fighting with air against unnatural musculature. At the end of it all, she was simply thankful that the Geonosians had offered up a helmet could cover her face.

The cultural display of this bout had fascinating the Once Sephi. She was vaguely familiar with the concept of Petranaki from her days on Geonosis, but it was a fighting style she had never engaged with. Feeling out of the weight of the scimitar in her hand and examining the barbed whip in her off hand - the sort of weapon of cruelty that the slavemaster general had gotten quite familiar with in her long tenure. She had to respect the craftsmanship, these weapons would spill blood well. As the various gladiators were heralded out to the arena, Lirka turned her head to address her daughter

“Come, my supernova. Let us show the bugs how the Ka’s dance, yes?”

As Lirka walked into the arena, she moved with the swagger of a gladiator. All self assurance and deadly ambition, her weapons raised high in the air as she turned to address the crowd. Beckoning for cheers from her allies, and sneering hate from her foes. The sun shined down upon bulging pale-pink flesh, muscles sculpted in such a way they only could’ve been grown - not born. A creature of writhing flesh, a monster of Kainate make. She fit right into the menagerie. Soon, she reached the center. Waiting for the bloodshed to begin.

 

[Nova Ka]

TAG: Lirka Ka (open)
Gear: Chain Mail Bikini, Static Pike, Scimitar

Nova exhaled a sharp breath through her nose, one hand adjusting the angle of her camera droid as it hovered beside her, capturing her from the right angle—just dramatic enough to catch the harsh Geonosian sunlight gleaming off her bronze-plated armor… or what little of it there actually was. Her genetic engineering had given her increased musculature, but, her pale skin mixed with streaks of grey about her form. At times she felt half synthetic, which in a way she was. Tightening her hair, she let the white locks settle upwards, giving it the illusion of a plume.

"Great. Nothing says ancient warrior tradition like half a damn bikini and enough bronzium to cover a fruit bowl," She muttered under her breath, tightening one of the leather straps over her shoulder, as she questioned the quality of the material. She fiddled with the scant material of the cape she chose, hoping to preserve a small manner of her dignity with her choice. "I swear, if this thing snaps mid-roll, I'm feeding the smith to a Reek."

Her eyes tracked Lirka ahead of her, the larger woman already basking in the theater of the arena, arms raised high and muscles flexed like a walking war chant. It was dramatic, sure, but it made Nova smirk in spite of herself. The old warrior carried the arena like a second skin, and there was something oddly comforting in that. Perhaps it made her realize the commonalities they shared.

It was nice to see mother so energized and alive.

Lively. That was the word she was thinking of.

"Show the bugs how the Ka's dance," Nova echoed softly to herself, then raised her voice for the stream, as she grabbed her personal camera droid as it passed by. "Welcome, my lovely Cult of Ka. Today's bout comes straight from the Petranaki Arena of beautiful, sun-scorched Geonosis—where my dear mother has decided we should bond over bloodsport and-“
She felt her composure falter just a tad, before continuing. “Archaic fashion choices."

The camera droid beeped approvingly at her sarcasm.

"Keep it on me when I move. I want the cape fluttering, not my backside," She added, stepping out from the tunnel into the roar of insectile applause and screeching anticipation.

She let her walk mimic Lirka's—confident, deadly, just a little performative. She twirled the static pike she'd selected for herself, the polearm catching the light as she spun it one-handed and then let it rest against her shoulder. In her off hand, a scimitar—practical, familiar, intimate in its violence. The seven foot tall woman felt even larger now with her unusually sized weaponry, but she felt confident about the prospects.

She flicked her chin toward her mother as they met in the arena's heart, lowering her voice just for her: "You know mother, next time we do this, I am ensuring that I can wear pants."

Then louder, for the crowd: "Let's give them a show they won't forget. Leave some for my highlight reel."


The comment of which, reminded Nova to check her feed. As Nova glanced down at her wrist computer, her camera droid adjusted to capture the feed overlay from her point of view. The live chat was already a chaotic flurry of comments, flickering in bright neon text across her HUD. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the replies, but she was:

[CrimsonSplicer94]: "THE QUEEN HAS LOGGED IN—LET'S GOOOO"
[AshesAndGrime]: "That armor is a war crime and I'm not even mad."
[ZigguratZaddy]: "Bro who designed that gear? Give them a raise. Or a cold shower."
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[ChitinChampions]: "Real Petranaki hours. Show 'em how the Ka line bleeds, Nova."
[NoScopeSlicer]: "Would."
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[RustRat42]: "Would."
[BloodwineAndBanter]: "Honestly, I'm here for the mother-daughter carnage bonding. Warms the heart."
[MeatCore666]: "Would."
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[Polished_Carapace]: "I can't tell if this is a cultural event or a thirst trap."
[SaberSnax]: "10 credits says Lirka drops first."
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[RancorRiderX]: "This is better than the Outer Rim dueling pits. I want merch."
[VoidDancer33]: "Someone tell Nova she dropped her… oh wait, that's just the outfit."
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[KaOnTheBrain174]: "Nova why is your mom so buff?"

"I’m not sure what else I expected…." She muttered under her breath.

Then looked back to her mother, and frowned.

She was starting to have second thoughts about putting her mom on the stream now. Also, would she lose sponsors over this?

Only time would tell.

 

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Petranaki Arena, Geonosis​

| Tag | Corin Trenor ​

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The older Jedi accompanied Corin as they made their way through the rows meant for the masses overlooking the Petranaki Arena. The stadium itself was quite literally buzzing with life as swarms of Geonosian drones flew in to take their seats to observe today's spectacle. While Solidor himself did not condone such bloodsports, it was not his place to dictate how the Geonosians enjoyed theirs, nor was it his place to condemn them for such actions. ​

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As they settled in amongst the insectoid masses Corin had begun to speak his mind freely. A small smile formed on Solidor's lips as he chuckled briefly, "I may be old and far removed from the teachings of the Order, but I do believe that patience is a lesson taught to all Jedi." His fingers shifted and adjusted themselves on his cane as he stood tall. "Patience young Trenor. We are merely envoys of the Foundation, here to offer aid and help stabilize the region."​

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"If I recall records from ages past, the Geonosians were all but wiped out by the Sith Lord known as Darth Sidious during his reign over the galaxy, sterilizing this very planet in fact save for a small population. Such an act made by Sith is surely to have left an impression and further serves to make lasting dealings with them untenable." ​

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"The Sith are arrogant, and as we saw, eager to exploit Geonosis - and their nature is all but a history of treachery and oppression. Perhaps history will enlighten the Archduke and his views when he realizes that Geonosis does not need any more oppressors, but allies willing to help them flourish and thrive without exploiting them."​

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[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
PETRANAKI ARENA | TYTHON
TAG: Solidor Slane

Guidance. It made his mouth quirk and his shoulders hunch into a roll, his gaze wandering low towards the fighters poised upon the arena sands. Corin once thought receiving wisdom from others would fade with time, though a Jedi was subject to a fate of constant learning. Despite having conquered the worst of his impatience, some vestige of it lingered apparently.

"Hm," he agreed with a nod. "The Sith will devour one another, and the Archduke will have no choice but to face the risk. Provided nothing goes wrong with the arena, either."

If Ukvax was the kind to value the strength of one in an arena, Corin did not know. Part of him wondered if triumph down there would translate well to the negotiations, as foolish and naive that may be.

 

[Veyko Agapoui]

Veyko nervously examined the datapad in his hand, reviewing the Trade Federation's records concerning the planet Geonosis. Reports suggested that this world had previously served as a stronghold for the conglomerate and had even held a position on the Executive Board.

However, the Core War between the Dark Empire and the Galactic Alliance drained significant resources from various planets within their influence. They had sold the planet to the Sith Order, Dashiell Holdings and the Confederacy.

Now a new Archduke Ukvax the Gilded had emerged to contest the previous arrangement, resulting in a civil war across the surface with numerous factions competing for dominance. There certainly was no opposition to the new government from his own perspective; however, he were concerned about the impact of the civil war on hyperspace routes, particularly the Mara Trade Corridor.

The shuttle's ramp descended with a quiet hiss, releasing steam that cleared the path for the Neimoidian Viceroy to step into the Petranaki Arena from the visitor's section, accompanied by his designated Neimoidian Gunnery.

Veyko took note of several prominent individuals in attendance, including Darth Strosius and the enigmatic Solidor Slane , each presumably present to hold sway over the Geonosian population.

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Ukvax the Gilded Veyko Agapoui Corin Trenor Solidor Slane Nova Ka Lirka Ka Darth Strosius

Excitement.​

The crowd of Geonosian drones, free of the civil war even if it was for a brief moment in their lives, howled in their chattering cries about the arena stands. Of course, as the spectators took their seats, and the gladiators of assembled and mixed (and voluntary, he would not risk a diplomatic incident over this) origins as well as backgrounds took their positions, there was no lull in the noise. Not until the Archduke stepped forward - presence magnified by his position at the overlooking viewer's position, as the Geonosian examined his Geonosian drone masses. He internally, silently thanked the fact that the lull in the civil war seemed to be a sign of Gehenbar slowing down - though he wasn't discontenting other possibilities. The Trade Federation Viceroy found themselves welcomed; a trio of Geonosian Warriors escorting them to meet the Archduke. Of course...

There was a pause from the Geonosian Archduke, before he announced to his Hive, via the vocoder-announcer located in front of his box, in Geonosian, what he planned to say. The crowds dampened into an oppressive silence to allow him to speak.

[GEONOSIAN]: "A'huyek-a'huyek, see-he-geyh, wrrrrrk! Maeh-haeh-haey, ka-kliak-klik. Wrrrrrrk, vrrrrrrk, a'yo-toeh!"

With that, his arms stretched out as the crowd roared, and with it, the protocol droid spoke in translated Basic for the others to know, including the Gladiators.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, the Archduke, has announced the first gladiatorial match to begin! The Geonosians eagerly await the spilling of blood and the championship of glory demonstrated here today!"

With that, as the gladiator gates began to open, a pair of picadors mounted on orrays guided the first of the beasts out. No sentients were to be used as opponents; he doubted a diplomatic incident would solidify his support from the other factions. Instead, as shock-spears prodded at the beast that had been starved, it was hideous, it was ugly...

Well, it was ugly. But it was a starved Vorn Tiger; its fur mangy and ill-kept; it had been evidently starved and tortured by electrical prods in the past hour judging from how fresh they were. The Picador on the left barely avoied the lunging creature, and with it, the Geonosian Picadors hooted in laughter as the Orrays rode away to escort the next beast. A final prod, and then the Geonosian Picadors were away. The gate slammed shut as it came down, and then... It stared at the gladiators, tail swishing and hindquarters waggling. Hunger gleamed in its eyes as it circled them with a delirious appetite.

Would they survive?

Who knew!

The Neimoidians are allowed to greet the Archduke at last - though his attention was largely fixated on the gladiatorial match in question. The Archduke pivoted, however, to face them as to wave them on, before turning back to observe the match. Even Ukvax had his vices...

Watching gladiators get mauled and maimed to death was one of them.

 

[Serina Calis]

Petranaki Arena's Reopening
Location: Stalgasin Hive, Geonosis.
Objective: Ensure my interests.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Darth Strosius Corin Trenor Nova Ka Lirka Ka Veyko Agapoui Solidor Slane Ukvax the Gilded

"Another step in the grand game of power."​

The Petranaki Arena. A monument to blood, to spectacle, to the primal hunger for victory.

It had seen the rise and fall of legends, the cries of the dying echoing in its ancient stone, the thunderous roars of its crowds demanding more, always more. It had been a graveyard of the weak and a throne for the mighty. And today, it stood reborn—its sands ready once more to drink deeply of spilled blood.

And so, Serina arrived.

The heavy gates to the stands hissed open with a deep, mechanical groan, parting like the jaws of some great beast, allowing her entrance. The moment she stepped through, the atmosphere shifted.

It was not merely a guest arriving.

It was not the arrival of an emissary, nor a diplomat, nor a sycophant groveling at the feet of power.

It was the entrance of a woman who had already won, who had already claimed dominion, and who had come not to ask, but to collect.

She did not hurry. She did not need to.

Each step was a deliberate thing—graceful, unhurried, exuding the weight of inevitability. The black and magenta folds of her flowing cloak swept behind her, trailing like the banners of a victorious warlord returning home. The glow of her armor pulsed faintly in the dim lighting, etchings of runes and delicate, wicked curves traced in crimson and violet.

And flanking her, in perfect synchronicity, were twelve BX-series Commando Droids.

They moved like shadows, their skeletal frames clad in sleek matte plating, red optical sensors scanning the crowds with an eerie, predatory awareness. Each one carried lethal precision, each one was programmed for her alone, and each one was silent—a chilling contrast to the roaring chaos of the Geonosian crowds above.

The moment she entered, eyes turned.

Not because of some announced heraldry. Not because of any grand introduction.

But because she commanded it.

Because power, true power, did not beg to be seen. It demanded it.

She did not look at the lesser onlookers, nor did she acknowledge the whispers that followed in her wake—the awed murmurs of those who knew her name, the hushed venom of those who resented it. Instead, her gaze was locked forward, towards the Archduke, towards the one who had thrown his lot in with the Sith Order.

She reached his elaborate viewing box, pausing for only the briefest of moments before stepping inside.

The Commando Droids, as if by unspoken command, split formation—half taking position outside the entryway, the rest moving to flank her like silent sentinels. They needed no orders, no gestures. They knew their function, their purpose.

She stepped forward.

No bow. No title. No deference.

Only a smile—small, knowing, a glimmer of mischief behind those piercing blue eyes.

She turned her head slightly, just enough to take in the roaring masses of Geonosians howling for bloodshed, the chaotic fervor of the games, the beast circling the gladiators below. She inhaled deeply, as if drinking in the raw, primal energy of the spectacle.

Then, only then, did she turn her attention fully to Ukvax the Gilded .

She studied him for a moment—black, insectoid eyes, shrewd, calculating, hungry for power. He was a creature of pragmatism, a ruler who understood the weight of survival. She could respect that.

And so, she smirked.

"A fine spectacle, is it not?"

Her voice was smooth, rich, laced with just the faintest whisper of amusement.

She stepped forward, her movements slow, measured, finally lowering herself into a seat beside him—not beneath, not apart, but beside.

Her piercing gaze flicked to the beast below—the starved, tortured Vorn Tiger, its mangy fur, its hunger-gleaming eyes. It circled the gladiators, poised to pounce, to devour, to kill.

"There is something… poetic, wouldn't you say?"

A tilt of her head, the glow of her magenta armor casting soft reflections against the dim light.

"A creature left to starve. A creature made desperate, made to suffer, to fight—because that is all it has left."

She let the words hang there for a moment, then turned her gaze back to Ukvax, her smirk deepening.

"Much like Geonosis."

She did not say it with pity. There was no false sympathy, no empty platitudes.

Only truth.

And then, she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin delicately against her fingers, her eyes glinting with the serpentine cunning of a woman who had already won this game.

"But a beast with the right masters…?"

A chuckle, soft, indulgent.

"Can be made into a weapon."

She did not need to elaborate further.

The Sith had won.

She was here to cement it.

And so, as the crowds screamed for blood, as the beast lunged, as the gladiators braced for combat, Serina simply… smiled.

And waited.

 

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Petranaki Arena, Geonosis​

| Tag | Corin Trenor ​

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Solidor's eyes fell upon the arena as the Geonosians all across the arena visibly thrummed with anticipation, his gaze shifting to Ukvax the Gilded as the arena fell eerily quiet so that the Archduke could be heard. Solidor's thumb brushed over the jeweled hilt of his cane several times as the Archduke announced the start of the gladiatorial matches, the arena once again filled with the chitters and screeches of its native population. ​

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A Vorn Tiger was released into the ring as Solidor's gaze shifted over to Corin, "There is always a choice young Trenor, and no certainty in what path is taken. The Force guides and we follow where it wills us to go." He did not need to delve into the emotions he felt from the younger Jedi to know that his younger companion possessed a mind mired in turmoil and shadows. The way he spoke told a story plenty with the tone and manner it was conveyed, but hopefully, there was still that glimmer of light that could be found and forged anew once more.​

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"It leaves me little doubt that there will be a time to prove that the Foundation will be valuable friends and allies to the Archduke. The stability of the region will be hinged upon a unified Geonosis under more amicable leadership, which I am less inclined to believe the other Hives are willing to offer."​

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[Thal Mantis]

THE DEATHLESS
ARENA| GEONOSIS
TAG: N/A
GEAR: Spear

Thal Mantis.

The Deathless.

Perhaps he had come to show strength, to show that he was still at the top of the Gladiator game. There was no equal in the arena, not yet- at least. He had survived every incursion the Red Tower threw at him. Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian. His blood, his rage, his very body broke the combatants that he faced. He said nothing, there was nothing to say.

The other Gladiators were in-line with what he believed. Sith, desiring strength, posturing but showing weakness in their desire to clamor for more power. Thal's body wracked with hatred, malice, rage and instability- and air around him grew thick with static electricity. His uncontrollable rage had manifested again in the force with electricity- and provided that this went poorly enough, a greater display would be seen.

He looked up at the stands, at the teeming masses of spectators. He stripped himself of his helmet, held it up, and gave a salute to the crowd, then to the rich spectators in the box. He held out a hand, dropping his spear. He drew a line across his neck, before picking his helmet back up, kicking the spear back into his hands. He paid no mind to the other gladiators, the other participants. That tiger-

That tiger was going to die.

He stood still, spear at the ready. He made no sudden movement, no aggressive posturing. No, Thal just simply did what he did best- waited. And for an animal starved as it was, he knew his waiting was going to be short.



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[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
PETRANAKI ARENA | GEONOSIS
TAG: Solidor Slane

He pulled on his collar, raising it higher.

"I see," though Corin was blind to such wisdom. The Force was not a guide to lead one down their pre-determined path, but a tool to wield on the road one walks. A weapon, unlike any other. It is far from fair that there are those that can make use of the ultimate weapon, and yet the world itself is unfair. It is merely the hand one is dealt - Corin has made use of his, for ill or gain.

"I hear the other hives are much more dangerous, ones that would make battle with this one. If it should come to that, the Foundation will show itself to be their ally. In any case, the outpost will monitor any Sith activity."

Should it come to that, Corin would seek to stop them himself. To live as a desert hermit was a small price to pay for a world free of the Sith's poisonous grasp.