The Arena

[Reidly]

(Think this, but indoors and well, not destroyed.)

"Alright guys, you ready?" Rourke said to his multitude of small drones, each laden with scores of flimsiplast labeled with the same thing.
OPENING TODAY! NEW DROID FIGHTS EVERY NIGHT! COME AND GAMBLE YOUR HEARTS OUT TO OUR EXCITING BATTLES< AND GET YOURSELF A DRINK WHILE YOU'RE THERE! JUST FOLLOW THE DROID UNTIL YOU GET THERE!

The font was purposefully obnoxious to grab the attention of anywhere nearby. IF all went according to plan, Rourke would have quite a crowd tonight, and hopefully some money along the way. When all the drones nodded, he gave them a happy nod. "Alright guys, go out and grab some attention! Do whatever it takes to get 'em, you hear?" The droids all beeped happily before shooting off in different directions, ready to make some noise.

Rourke sat back in his chair and smiled. Almost everything was ready, now to get the main event ready for tonight. Letting out a sharp whistle, a large silver droid emerged from the shadows. "Gundy, you ready to give them a show the likes of which they've never seen before?"

"Affirmative, master." Gundy replied in a deep baritone. It mimicked cracking its knuckles, servos whirring in response.

"Attaboy. Now don't call me master, and get into your position, and activate low-power mode until I give the signal." Rourke smirked. This would be a fortuitous night indeed...

Not a few miles away, another Shistavanen was walking down the city streets, thumbing through her datapad. It was Terrany's day off, so she decided to try and find something to do for the day, but she was having a hard time. "Why does everything have to be so boring in this blasted city?" She muttered to herself, letting her tail swish in frustration. It wasn't until too late that she noticed a small drone flying by at high speed.

With a thunk, the drone spiraled away, but not before dropping one of its flyers. "Son of a..." Terrany growled, before picking up the dropped flyer. "Huh... A droid fighting ring. That seems interesting." She said to herself. Having almost nothing else to do, she shrugged and jogged after the droid, hoping the flyer spoke the truth about how to get there.

 

[jamessour]

Chris wasn't often a gambling man... well not in the traditional sense. Sure, he gambled on people in real situations, but not in obviously rigged situations like casinos, unless he was at one... Perhaps he was a gambling man. Either way, he was in need of entertainment. He had heard reports of the new Arena opening - he was curious to check it out.

As usual, he was flanked by two guards, both wearing black suits, with sun glasses, and both packing serious weaponry. Chris was dressed in a checkered sports jacket with a blue dress shirt. He, too, was packing, but it was invisible to the eye; tucked beneath his jacket. Entering the complex he approached the front desk and purchased tickets. To his frustration, there was no VIP section. With a grimace, he made his way towards the general seating.