Post by Darth Lucifer on Jul 31, 2015 22:22:26 GMT
Ryloth, also known as Twi'lek, and Twi'lek Prime. The harsh, rocky homeworld of the Twi'leks, an Outer Rim Territories world located on the Corellian Run and forming one endpoint of the Death Wind Corridor. One side of the planet was always in perpetual sun while the other remained in darkness, a phenomenon known to the locals as tidal locking. The dayside was referred to as the Bright Lands and the night-side was known as the Nightlands. The second planet in the Ryloth system, it possessed a thin, but breathable atmosphere orbited by five moons, which has had subtle tidal effects on the planet's liquid core and underground springs. It has little or no surface water except for patches of water ice on the night side.
A planet of extremes: dry, rocky landscapes of deserts, mountain ranges with mist-covered peaks, shadowy valleys, alternated with snowy wastes, joined by lush temperate bands which concentrated much of its population. Kala'uun was a permanent city located within the Lonely Five mountain range, boasting a large underground spaceport, it was here that played host to the arena that Haqat found himself in for the past year fighting a near endless assortment of man and beast. Owned and lorded over by the Nagai, Akou who made his fortune buying and selling gladiator fighters via contracts to avoid the anti-slavery laws of the Galactic Alliance, weapons, ships and a host of other things. A fortune he used to construct the vast gladiator arena which now served as home for the young, Dathomir Zabrak and many others whom he had formed a coalition with.
Nicknamed the Colosseum, it was much like the gladiator pits of Nar Shadda and other lesser known gladiatorial arena's around the galaxy, only more volatile and hosting a greater array of spectacles. It raked in profits beyond measure as it's popularity had grown...on account of Haqat or as some had come to call him 'The Reaper' due to his punishing onslaught of his victims.
As Haqat entered the arena for the 1000th time, he breathed a momentary sigh. For a year he had toiled, and still Akou demanded more of him, despite every victory and the credits he brang. This was hardly the life he had dreamt about but he submitted to fact this would be his life now, that of a slave. Ever since the day the slavers came and tore his clan apart, it had been his fate...little did he know what destiny and the force had in store for him.
His next opponent entered. A Twi'lek called Nolaa Raz'ul, a especially vicious and dangerous fighter....considered to be of equal or more skill. She held a vibrosword in one hand and a bronzium shield in the other. After a few tense moments of staring at each other and gaining a feel for the opponent, the match began with Nolaa zig zagging towards Haqat before issuing a barrage of parries and cuts aimed to quickly end the threat in front of her.
A planet of extremes: dry, rocky landscapes of deserts, mountain ranges with mist-covered peaks, shadowy valleys, alternated with snowy wastes, joined by lush temperate bands which concentrated much of its population. Kala'uun was a permanent city located within the Lonely Five mountain range, boasting a large underground spaceport, it was here that played host to the arena that Haqat found himself in for the past year fighting a near endless assortment of man and beast. Owned and lorded over by the Nagai, Akou who made his fortune buying and selling gladiator fighters via contracts to avoid the anti-slavery laws of the Galactic Alliance, weapons, ships and a host of other things. A fortune he used to construct the vast gladiator arena which now served as home for the young, Dathomir Zabrak and many others whom he had formed a coalition with.
Nicknamed the Colosseum, it was much like the gladiator pits of Nar Shadda and other lesser known gladiatorial arena's around the galaxy, only more volatile and hosting a greater array of spectacles. It raked in profits beyond measure as it's popularity had grown...on account of Haqat or as some had come to call him 'The Reaper' due to his punishing onslaught of his victims.
As Haqat entered the arena for the 1000th time, he breathed a momentary sigh. For a year he had toiled, and still Akou demanded more of him, despite every victory and the credits he brang. This was hardly the life he had dreamt about but he submitted to fact this would be his life now, that of a slave. Ever since the day the slavers came and tore his clan apart, it had been his fate...little did he know what destiny and the force had in store for him.
His next opponent entered. A Twi'lek called Nolaa Raz'ul, a especially vicious and dangerous fighter....considered to be of equal or more skill. She held a vibrosword in one hand and a bronzium shield in the other. After a few tense moments of staring at each other and gaining a feel for the opponent, the match began with Nolaa zig zagging towards Haqat before issuing a barrage of parries and cuts aimed to quickly end the threat in front of her.