Disregard/Delete plz
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The steady tedium of a Moff's work left little in the way of relaxation. Especially when one had to muster hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Their training, food, gear, indoctrination. And above all the sheer cost of it all. Raising an army was a meticulous process. But, when a Four-Armed Killing Machine demanded it, who was she to refuse? Thus enter her own personal army of clerks, hatchet men, and human resources and logistics staff. Even with dozens of these functionaries, the work was never done. But, against all odds and demands of her time, Ayindri oft times disappeared. Her studies had never been completed, her research forgotten.
And so she ended up here, to gather the necessities of getting back to her craft. The place was always abuzz with rumors, lies, and gossip. One stood out among the tidbits dribbled about. An Arauk'kesh. Some dimwit had issued a challenge, and now there was talk about just who they'd called out. Well. Far be it from her to not to desire to watch some plebeian to be crushed under the heel of another. The radiant sun overhead beat down upon the arena and its floor. The young Sith held a black parasol to shield herself from its rays along with a cushion on the hard bench.
Staring down at the hard packed arena floor, she caught her first glimpse of the one who had called the Arauk'kesh. A snort of derision and grimace later, she began to wonder if it had been a mistake to come out here. Chances were the loudmouth teen would end up pulped in short order. Barely worth a passing notice. Sighing, she snapped her fingers. The nearby droid who accompanied her opened a compartment in its chest. Handling the frosty glass, it then poured the beverage. Chilled juice, it was simply too early to go into the Brandy. Not to mention her doubts on the match lasting long enough for her to savor such delights.
"Please try and not to get mauled too quickly. Lest it makes my trip out here a complete waste." her pleasant sounding voice raised enough for him to hear.
And so she ended up here, to gather the necessities of getting back to her craft. The place was always abuzz with rumors, lies, and gossip. One stood out among the tidbits dribbled about. An Arauk'kesh. Some dimwit had issued a challenge, and now there was talk about just who they'd called out. Well. Far be it from her to not to desire to watch some plebeian to be crushed under the heel of another. The radiant sun overhead beat down upon the arena and its floor. The young Sith held a black parasol to shield herself from its rays along with a cushion on the hard bench.
Staring down at the hard packed arena floor, she caught her first glimpse of the one who had called the Arauk'kesh. A snort of derision and grimace later, she began to wonder if it had been a mistake to come out here. Chances were the loudmouth teen would end up pulped in short order. Barely worth a passing notice. Sighing, she snapped her fingers. The nearby droid who accompanied her opened a compartment in its chest. Handling the frosty glass, it then poured the beverage. Chilled juice, it was simply too early to go into the Brandy. Not to mention her doubts on the match lasting long enough for her to savor such delights.
"Please try and not to get mauled too quickly. Lest it makes my trip out here a complete waste." her pleasant sounding voice raised enough for him to hear.
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