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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:39 pm
Planet Name: Rattatak
System Name: Rattatak
Sector: Unclaimed regions
Region: Mid Rim
Terrain: Barren Wastelands
Zones: Battle Arenas
Rattatak is a small planet of little importance. Its people have been killing each other for centuries. Instead of creating space technology, they made big weapons. Soon, the population had almost completely destroyed their planet. And then the battle arenas were made. These arenas were used to show off the peoples great skills in battle to be bought has warriors for the highest bid- that is if the warrior is not killed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:50 pm
A Message from the Governor of Rattatak
Darth Magnus comes. I welcome all competitors in the bloodsports started mellenia ago by the ancestors of this planet. The bloodsports are not fit for those who wish to simply test their skills, they are a gruelling challenge which must be met head on.
Competitors range from the feeblest of Neimoidian worriors to the greatest of Rancor mindless killers.
If you wish to enter these bloodsports, watch your back. An ally might not be on your side for very long...
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 10:12 pm
*leaving the center's main holocron room, he moved to the docking control room four floors up, and typed in the recognition code for Darth Magnus' personal starfighter, and an opening for his ontourage. He connected the channels, and left for the main arena observation floor.*
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 10:49 pm
Magnus' aid, Freya, arrives on Rattatak. She walks up to Mitey.
"My master will be here shortly. I am to prepare his chambers."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 11:27 pm
*Indicates for her to be seated.*
"Excellent. Please take a seat. Can I get you a cup of Jawa juice?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 4:28 am
"Not when I am working. Please just show me to my master's chambers." Freya answered.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 4:35 am
He led her down a hallway and into the elevator to level number 2. He got out and led her meters down another hall and opened the chamber door. He allowed her to pass into the room before following her inside.
"Satisfactory?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 4:40 am
Freya looks around the room.
"My master will be pleased with this room. Please excuse me. I must prepare one thing in private for my master."
Freya bows to Count Mitey and waits for him to leave her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 4:45 am
*Mitey bows as he leaves the room. His instincts tell him that this Aide could be a problem. It wasn't like Magnus to send one before him. He removed the security panel from the door control and entered his cardkey into a secret intake, locking the door from the outside.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 4:49 am
Magnus' E-wing lands in the pre-determined place. Magnus jumps out of him craft.
"Hmmm. Rattatak. How I do love this little planet."
Magnus makes his way to main arena observation floor.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 4:53 am
*Mitey senses Magnus land, and rushes to meet him in the observation levels.*
He spoke into a wrist mounted communicator as he ran
"Mortal Chaos, prepare the combatants, and have them ready to attack on my mark."
He heard the acknowledgement just as he reached the door to the observation room. He fixed himself before entering.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 5:15 am
Magnus just knew something was wrong. Count Mitey was not to be completely trusted, like a Devaronian. Magnus prepared himself for anything.
"Count Mitey, come on out. My old friend. Why do you always play these silly games with me. You know that I know you are up to something."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 5:25 am
*He leaned on the doorway is the doors slid open before him*
"My old friend, if I wasn't up to something it wouldn't be our usual meeting."
He smiled, waiting for Magnus to share it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 5:32 am
"True. What is it this time. Poison darts tracking my movements. Is it a Rancor in my chambers?" Magnus stood there looking at Mitey.
"You have gotten stronger since I was last here."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 5:37 am
"No rancor in your chamber this time, just your nosey Aide. I contacted you in regards to the monthly bloodsports. I am low on combatitants, and was wondering if you had some suggestions to filling out the ranks."
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