Stay still for a moment, than look at the corpse. "You forgot to say please.". Increase my physical by one.
Looking very intimidating and deadly, you allow a silence to pass before you deliver, "You forgot to say please." Some shady characters in the crowd smile and withdraw, but the rest are still mortified. You feel more confident in your strength and skills, as if winning actually gave you some sort of boost. ((Please update your new strength in your sheet!))
You are ushered out first, back to the room you were previously in. You return your weapons to the racks and tables. You hear the crowd grumbling while they disperse from the pit. As you leave your room, you are greeted by three men all in black. Two are large alien brutes, covered with tattoos and scars. The man in the middle is human, wearing a black hat, shades and a long black trench-coat.
"We saw how well you did back there, Knave. I must say, we're impressed. That was a very quick battle and a very decisive victory." He takes a bow. "You're probably tired, so I'll cut right to the chase: we are, um, spokespersons for a very rich alien prince looking for some fighters to promote him. We've been looking for someone like you; someone who doesn't flaunt or taunt but goes straight for the gold, you know?" He beckons to the two aliens who open a briefcase lined to the brim with Arena credits. He takes a stack and hands it to you.
"Let's say that was a welcoming gift. I'll let you go now, but seek us out if you want more in the Greatport. Ask for Dagger."
You gain 50 Arena credits!
acquire electodes, lazers, and a sponge. Find a melee battle of interest. Do battle.
You don't know where to find free electrodes or lasers in the stalls, but you do find a sponge laying around somewhere. You doubt you could afford electrodes or lasers right now anyway. You make for the fighting pits. Stepping up to the panel on the wall you specify for a melee battle. The only one left for today is a yield match. Seeing it as the only option, you take it.
The wall opens, allowing you to step inside a dark room with weapons placed on the table in the center of the room. You see a long, curved dagger, rusted with blood and age. The next one is a sling with a pack of stones. The third one is a quarterstaff with a metal head.
Outside the windows you can see your opponent: a shaggy, bestial alien, but far from intimidating. He bends over, limps, and constantly trips, much to the amusement of the crowd. Thick, white fur covers his whole body, making him look like a beanbag, but under those heavy furs you swear he just smiled at you through the window.
Action: Go to the training hall and learn to fight with my...magnetic field!
Heading for Conduit 3, you see many spectators begin to leave as the last of the fights commence. The stalls and tents as well begin to pack up, some owners leaving with the spectators on the shuttles and others sleeping in their own tents. The Arena gradually grows emptier and emptier. You learned somewhere before that when the Farport closes, the Greatport opens, and so on with the other two.
You arrive outside the training hall. Opening the doors, you seek out the Trainer. Many trainees and sparring fighters are beginning to cool down and pack their stuff. You see one of your shuttlemates finish up reading his books, putting them in a pile and thanking some elderly aliens. You find the Trainer conduit after a bit of searching in the vast hall. You ask him for training with your magnetic field.
"Are you sure? It is quite late. I could continue to operate after hours to watch over you, if you'd wish, but I fear it would be quite lonely. Nonetheless I could activate some drones as target practice. You can use your magnetic field to raise metals with lodestones in them and fling them at the drones."
Sling a rock at his eyes, then go for his legs with my dagger.
Wasting no time, you shrug the corpse off of you and place a stone into your sling. You wait for the right moment to fire. Your Physical is 3.
The alien turns so you get a clear shot of his eyes. His Physical is 5. Minus one penalty for being unaware.
Physical: Jex (1) vs. Brute (2)= No winner!
You accidentally loose the shot and it flies somewhere far off. However, that definitely got the brute's attention. He charges at you with unnatural speed. His Physical is 5.
You try to dodge. Your Physical is 3.
Physical: Brute (3) vs. Jex (6!)= Jex wins!
You dodge out of the way safe from harm while the brute slams into the ground as he tries to tackle you. You go for his legs with your dagger. Your Physical is 3.
The brute lays dazed on the ground. His Physical is 5. Minus one penalty for being unaware.
Physical: Jex (6!) vs. Brute (3)= Jex wins!
You slash both his legs leaving him unable to walk. The brute screams and the crowd roars. ((You lucky bastard with your double 6's.))
((Sorry this took a while!))
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