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Nal Hutta, Bilbousa, Vesajilic Colosseum.
Expectations hang heavy in the air as the massive crowds in the stand grow restless and impatient. It is a humid day on the swampy planet of Nal Hutta and sweat clings to everyone present. The smells of the different foods and drinks being sold by the many vendors fills the nostrils of anyone near them. The Colosseum is packed completely full from top to bottom with every seat sold out much to the Hutts happiness. A few especially unruly and already drunk spectators have already been thrown out by the guards in an attempt to keep the crowd under control. The bookie booths within the Colosseum set up directly behind the stands are full of frenzied gamblers attempting to get in last minute bets. Everything has been planned out in great detail so that it will be a grand day in celebration of the opening ceremonies of the new Blood Sport Colosseum in Bilbousa, capital of Nal Hutta.
High above the arena, built into the stands and attached to a luxurious and spacious spectator box is the center focal point of the arena; the balcony of the editor of the games. On that balcony His Great Obesity Durggorra the Hutt lays overlooking the crowd, his hands gripping the edge of the balcony as he leans on it slightly. Behind him to either side flank two personal slave girls, Twi'leks wearing the colorful and revealing outfits befitting their position. As the two slaves steadily wave giant fans over the Hutt they both stare ahead blankly. They serve mostly as props and their purpose is to display Durggorra's status and wealth, he pays them no heed.
Standing at the rear of the balcony is an array of guards holding their weapons and standing at attention. The whole balcony and spectator box attached behind has a shield projected thinly over it protecting the criminal overlord and other Hutts in attendance from any would be stray blaster shots.
Behind the balcony, scattered within the luxurious spectator box are over a dozen other Hutts lounging and eatting as they wait for the games to start, each Hutt being attended to by their various slaves and personnel. Some of the Hutts are Vesajilic family members and related to Durggorra, others are prominent rival political figures and important leaders on Nal Hutta and the last few, like Nasca the Hutt, are the owners of the gladiatorial ludii who have entered fighters today as a contribution to the opening games. All of them are guests of Durggorra the Hutt and have been invited to watch the games with him and the other bigwig Hutts from his viewing box.
Durggorra gets the cue that everything is ready and raises his arms up in a wide gesture. As he bellows in Huttese his deep rumbling voice is magnified by speakers around the Colosseum, <"Welcome, welcome! May this day of games and combat be worthy of christening this new Colosseum, my gift to the people of Nal Hutta and the galaxy as a whole! May the blood shed here today for your enjoyment and entertainment be both awe inspiring and glorious! To start things off I present to you good people the execution of a dozen murderous criminals of Nal Hutta, justice to be carried out before your eyes by my hand!">
In the pit of the arena stood twelve individuals in a circle, chained to the ground. In reality several of them were actually criminals and murders but some of them were just rivals who had made the poor decision of opposing the Vesajilic Hutts. As Durggorra's words echoed across the stadium three large gates slowly rolled open on the floor of the arena. From behind the gates emerged three angry and hungry rancors who had been starved up until this point to ensure a good show. The rancors charged out and one by one mutilated the various chained victims who were defenseless as they were torn from limb to limb in a spray of blood. The crowd went wild with their long wait finally over and immediately fell into a blood-lust at the tremendous display of power from the rancors.
Durggorra watched all of this with a half-interested face as he plunged his hand into a near by live food tank and grabbed a large alien frog, shoving it into his mouth before swallowing it whole.
With only a few limbs and hunks of bloodied meat left in the arena rancor tamers walked onto the sands ready to cow the rancors back towards the gates they had came from. As the two dozen tamers worked to clear the field of the rancors Durggorra raised his hands once more and spoke, <"Justice before your eyes! Their blood spilled in exchange for the blood they took from their victims! An eye for an eye. Let it be a warning to any who seek to harm the good people of Nal Hutta!>" Or a warning to anyone who crosses the Veasjilics he thought but did not say.
<"With that I now present our first match of the day. A special rare breed of fight because you are all lucky enough to lay witness to two mighty mandalorians in combat with one another! I give you the ferocious Tal Pullvis, a gladiator who has been forged into a weapon at my very own ludus. I offer his talent now for your pleasure in battle against Tal Verda the challenger!>"
After the rancors were all caged and cleared from the sands of the arena floor two new gates would roll open on opposite sides of the arena, revealing each of the fighters.
Nal Hutta, Bilbousa, Vesajilic Colosseum.
Expectations hang heavy in the air as the massive crowds in the stand grow restless and impatient. It is a humid day on the swampy planet of Nal Hutta and sweat clings to everyone present. The smells of the different foods and drinks being sold by the many vendors fills the nostrils of anyone near them. The Colosseum is packed completely full from top to bottom with every seat sold out much to the Hutts happiness. A few especially unruly and already drunk spectators have already been thrown out by the guards in an attempt to keep the crowd under control. The bookie booths within the Colosseum set up directly behind the stands are full of frenzied gamblers attempting to get in last minute bets. Everything has been planned out in great detail so that it will be a grand day in celebration of the opening ceremonies of the new Blood Sport Colosseum in Bilbousa, capital of Nal Hutta.
High above the arena, built into the stands and attached to a luxurious and spacious spectator box is the center focal point of the arena; the balcony of the editor of the games. On that balcony His Great Obesity Durggorra the Hutt lays overlooking the crowd, his hands gripping the edge of the balcony as he leans on it slightly. Behind him to either side flank two personal slave girls, Twi'leks wearing the colorful and revealing outfits befitting their position. As the two slaves steadily wave giant fans over the Hutt they both stare ahead blankly. They serve mostly as props and their purpose is to display Durggorra's status and wealth, he pays them no heed.
Standing at the rear of the balcony is an array of guards holding their weapons and standing at attention. The whole balcony and spectator box attached behind has a shield projected thinly over it protecting the criminal overlord and other Hutts in attendance from any would be stray blaster shots.
Behind the balcony, scattered within the luxurious spectator box are over a dozen other Hutts lounging and eatting as they wait for the games to start, each Hutt being attended to by their various slaves and personnel. Some of the Hutts are Vesajilic family members and related to Durggorra, others are prominent rival political figures and important leaders on Nal Hutta and the last few, like Nasca the Hutt, are the owners of the gladiatorial ludii who have entered fighters today as a contribution to the opening games. All of them are guests of Durggorra the Hutt and have been invited to watch the games with him and the other bigwig Hutts from his viewing box.
Durggorra gets the cue that everything is ready and raises his arms up in a wide gesture. As he bellows in Huttese his deep rumbling voice is magnified by speakers around the Colosseum, <"Welcome, welcome! May this day of games and combat be worthy of christening this new Colosseum, my gift to the people of Nal Hutta and the galaxy as a whole! May the blood shed here today for your enjoyment and entertainment be both awe inspiring and glorious! To start things off I present to you good people the execution of a dozen murderous criminals of Nal Hutta, justice to be carried out before your eyes by my hand!">
In the pit of the arena stood twelve individuals in a circle, chained to the ground. In reality several of them were actually criminals and murders but some of them were just rivals who had made the poor decision of opposing the Vesajilic Hutts. As Durggorra's words echoed across the stadium three large gates slowly rolled open on the floor of the arena. From behind the gates emerged three angry and hungry rancors who had been starved up until this point to ensure a good show. The rancors charged out and one by one mutilated the various chained victims who were defenseless as they were torn from limb to limb in a spray of blood. The crowd went wild with their long wait finally over and immediately fell into a blood-lust at the tremendous display of power from the rancors.
Durggorra watched all of this with a half-interested face as he plunged his hand into a near by live food tank and grabbed a large alien frog, shoving it into his mouth before swallowing it whole.
With only a few limbs and hunks of bloodied meat left in the arena rancor tamers walked onto the sands ready to cow the rancors back towards the gates they had came from. As the two dozen tamers worked to clear the field of the rancors Durggorra raised his hands once more and spoke, <"Justice before your eyes! Their blood spilled in exchange for the blood they took from their victims! An eye for an eye. Let it be a warning to any who seek to harm the good people of Nal Hutta!>" Or a warning to anyone who crosses the Veasjilics he thought but did not say.
<"With that I now present our first match of the day. A special rare breed of fight because you are all lucky enough to lay witness to two mighty mandalorians in combat with one another! I give you the ferocious Tal Pullvis, a gladiator who has been forged into a weapon at my very own ludus. I offer his talent now for your pleasure in battle against Tal Verda the challenger!>"
After the rancors were all caged and cleared from the sands of the arena floor two new gates would roll open on opposite sides of the arena, revealing each of the fighters.
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