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« Last post by Revan.Lorz on February 04, 2014, 02:09:04 am »
Manpower was key in the third portion, Analdrun's Coliseum. Slaves were handled with firm, iron hired fists. There was no emotion in their exchanges, as the slave master saw the merchandise as insignificant: the eyes staring vacuously out from the bars revealed no greatness in his looking.
No great thoughts or careful consideration went into his motives and little besides money fueled his actions. And this was more than effective. The slave master Trensus got the job done.
In the world under Analdrun, results were all that mattered.
"Special order tonight. Boss wants to impress." The turian beckoned with a clawed hand. "Bring in the Yahg."
His underlings obeyed with a speed that only pain could buy, pulling up on the console the illusive species. The cage rattled above, set down on a railcart ceiling path. The merchandise was carted out into position on the arena field.
"Now the champion." Trensus said. A miniscule hesitation, a flickering of the eyes followed his words, but the underlings obeyed in kind.
Trensus overlooked it. The Champion was beloved among the riffraff. A beacon of hope for the slaves. He had gained his name as a human, defeating species stronger and greater with no weapon beside his wit and teeth.
But today he would fall. Trensus watched the cage rattle towards the stage with a cold flicker of his mandibles. No human could stand against a Yahg alone.
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Analdrun chuckled in the hanar way: waves rolling off its veins. "Good? This one can never predict the outcome. Watch with an apt eye, assassin. The other may even learn something."
Thema stared aptly over the railing at the enlarged arena. A bristle of excitement was buried within her, but Maeve could see it. The tall woman never took her eyes from the Hanar except when she stood within the walls of the Coliseum.
Maeve's omnitool ignited. She stepped out from the room to observe the message, and sat back on her heels when she read Nick had arrived.
Briskly, she made her way to the Arena entrance, and caught sight of the man entering the sky-touching halls. She waited for him to reach close enough that she could be heard and greeted him.
"Welcome back, sir." Maeve nodded deeply. "Analdrun has someone special for you to meet today. The Hanar hopes your prototypes have arrived with you..?"