Post by Darth Lucifer on Jul 17, 2015 5:41:21 GMT
Aduba-4. The fourth planet in the Aduba system, was nothing special...save the fact it was habitable and lush with life. In it's rather ambiguous history few had paid attention to it, accept the spacers who came to bet on the gladiatorial games that took place in 'The Pit' and humans who settled. Owned and lorded over by a Ithorian, Aawim who made his fortune buying and selling gladiator fighters, weapons, ships and a host of other things. A fortune he used to construct the vast gladiator arena which bore the name of The Pit and to assert his control over the Aduba System eventually coming to rule it with a iron fist.
The Pit, it was much like the gladiator pits of Nar Shadda, only more volatile and hosting a greater array of spectacles. It was the Colosseum of the Aduba system, the jewel in Aawim's crown that had marked his 30th year. It raked in profits beyond measure as it's popularity had grown...on account of one it's more famed veteran fighter's, a Kissai called Jyrric or as some had come to call him 'the devil' due to his punishing onslaught of his victims. A man trained by one of the legends of the arena, Hagan the Merciless, a Trandoshan. Many believed him supernatural, ironically this wasn't far from the truth.
As Jyrric entered the arena for the 1000th time, he breathed a momentary sigh. 8 long years he had toiled, and still Aawim refused his freedom, despite every victory and the credits he brang and thus he had submitted to the fact he would likely spend the rest of his life in the arena or die, which was preferable given he had not asked to be a slave. He had been stolen away at a early age and sold to his current master. Even Hagan, his surrogate father and teacher in the art of gladiator combat after feeling guilty for the death of Jyrric's biological father accepted the same fate. However little did Jyrric know his fate was about to change forever.
Aawim cheered and jeered at Jyrric as he battled his latest foe, Borvo The Beast...his rival over the years for the top spot. Finally they met in battle for the first time. A mountain of a man, Borvo was the more experienced of the two, equipped with two Vibroswords he beat back Jyrric's latest attack smashing him in the nose with one hilt and kicking his gut, forcing Jyrric to stumble.
Aawim spat out a insult to add to his injury, as always.
''Come on Jyrric ya slime! Ya can do better than that. I paid good money to see you win, earn me my tribute.''
The Pit, it was much like the gladiator pits of Nar Shadda, only more volatile and hosting a greater array of spectacles. It was the Colosseum of the Aduba system, the jewel in Aawim's crown that had marked his 30th year. It raked in profits beyond measure as it's popularity had grown...on account of one it's more famed veteran fighter's, a Kissai called Jyrric or as some had come to call him 'the devil' due to his punishing onslaught of his victims. A man trained by one of the legends of the arena, Hagan the Merciless, a Trandoshan. Many believed him supernatural, ironically this wasn't far from the truth.
As Jyrric entered the arena for the 1000th time, he breathed a momentary sigh. 8 long years he had toiled, and still Aawim refused his freedom, despite every victory and the credits he brang and thus he had submitted to the fact he would likely spend the rest of his life in the arena or die, which was preferable given he had not asked to be a slave. He had been stolen away at a early age and sold to his current master. Even Hagan, his surrogate father and teacher in the art of gladiator combat after feeling guilty for the death of Jyrric's biological father accepted the same fate. However little did Jyrric know his fate was about to change forever.
Aawim cheered and jeered at Jyrric as he battled his latest foe, Borvo The Beast...his rival over the years for the top spot. Finally they met in battle for the first time. A mountain of a man, Borvo was the more experienced of the two, equipped with two Vibroswords he beat back Jyrric's latest attack smashing him in the nose with one hilt and kicking his gut, forcing Jyrric to stumble.
Aawim spat out a insult to add to his injury, as always.
''Come on Jyrric ya slime! Ya can do better than that. I paid good money to see you win, earn me my tribute.''