Test your might... Test your might....

[meat_mooks]

||Attention. Attention. Volunteers are requested for a mission. This mission will require active combat in a controlled environment against other sentient beings as well as fellow crew members. No fatalities are expected. Successful participation may be rewarded with increased personal power. Successful completion will result in increased resources for crew usage. Volunteers report to the Observation Deck.||



Planet Designation: Arena Planet LXIII
Status: Artifically created.
Non-sentient life: Moderate flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: None native. Multiple species have been imported post-creation.
Sentient Life: None native. Substantial extraterrestrial tourism.
Water: 25% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Multiple individual biomes maintained artificially.
Landscape: Varies by biome.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 29% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 3% xenon, 6% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon. Atmosphere is artificially maintained.

Air Pressure: 12.7 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Indigo with white clouds.
Sun: Class K1V

Warnings: Artificially created.

Mission: Participate in combat-oriented tournament.

Comments

Mingling

[meat_mooks]

[Go on. See who else is volunteering. You might end up facing off against them, after all...]

[moves_like_jaeger]

Combat? Wild Hoomhoffers couldn't keep Maxim away from an offer like that! He...well, to be honest, he wasn't really invested in the "success" part. He just wanted to *fight*.

Which was typical of his species, really.

Maxim leaned up against the wall, hat pulled down slightly over his face. He couldn't stop grinning.

[zombiewolf]

The prospect of a tournament lifted her mood, as much as it could be lifted. Kyladriss's only disappointment was that it was not to the death - she would have to continue resorting to the Sensoriums to feed that particular addiction.

Her armor clanked as she walked across the observation deck, looking around at the others she supposed were competing. The shadowy smile caught her eye. "You look like you're enjoying this."

[moves_like_jaeger]

"Uf kourse Hy em. Fightink iz vat ve Jägers do best. Dis vill be fun!" Maxim exclaimed, clenching a fist near his face. "Und ve don' hef to deal vith tentacles schtoppink us, because ve're supposed to fight! Vich iz even better! Vat's not to enjoy about it?"

His face fell, then, briefly, before resolve glittered in his eyes again.

"Eksept de 'no killink part'. But hey, Hy kan't vin dem all, Hy guess." At that, he shrugged. "Iz okay. Save dat for de bogs."

[dragonspooker]

On one hand, Lina was considering that this was a big waste of time. Shouldn't they be chasing these Ohm things that everyone was worried about? On the other hand... This was a chance to get out some frustration that would work better than those sensoriums, and that was quite up her alley.

Plus, if she won, it'd do wonders for her reputation here!

"Alright, then! Let's do this!"

[electricman]

Cole figured that the sooner he got himself mixed with the rest of the crew, the better. Plus, a tournament sounded like a great way to test out his powers in ways that he wasn't exactly used to... and a great way to let out some of the aggression over his world's destruction.

Feel free to chat with the newb everybody.

[kaya_waterwave]

And here was Kaya, more than willing to check out her competition.

"Hi, I'm Kaya! I'll be in the tournament with you. So it looks like you just pod popped! What's your name?"

[thisclinchesit]

Nearby, a man in a fedora crossed his arms and sighed. "Not an ideal way of doing things, but it beats outright attacking people after resources..."

Spotting Cole, he raised his head in a questioning manner - "You taking part?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl looked at it this way: the Ohm was going to fight them eventually, and they had to be ready. Right now? They were so unprepared it wasn't funny. So as far as she was concerned, the more training the better.

She liked Lina though, so she wound up walking near her.

"That confident huh?"

[dragonspooker]

"Definitely. I got enough pent up frustration, I might sweep the whole darn thing!" After all, it worked for her one attempt at tennisbrass rackets...

[moltenman]

When Mark had found out that he was on this tournament, he had some mixed feelings regarding that. On the upside, he could actually do something, rather than sitting on the sidelines. However... this meant revealing what he was, and that he was a little afraid of. Trying to ignore these feelings, he decided to try to talk to a nearby person.

"Someone's confident. You ever do this sort of thing before?"

[dragonspooker]

"Not quite something like this, but I've got more than enough experience taking folks down - figure I should put it to good use." 'Confident' was an understatement here - Lina's practically oozing ego.

Re: Mingling

[changelingdude]

Beastboy was looking chipper and cheerful as ever as he glanced around as his fellow heroes (Or anti-heroes?)

"Alright Beastboy, Tournament of champions part 2, this time you're not gonna have your powers stolen by some over sized albino gorilla!" He declared to himself enthusiastically.

Re: Mingling

[kaya_waterwave]

"Albino gorilla? Just what kind of crazy world do you come from?"

Oh hey Beastboy, look who it was!

"Good to see you again Beastboy!" Kaya exclaimed, giving him a friendly hug.

[dragonlordbight]

It had been some time since Bight had been able to fully test himself in combat, a chance to hone his skills in such a manner would not be unwelcome. However the primary reason he had decided to volunteer was to aid the crew in that chance to gain further resources, resources that would be sorely needed should they go through with certain plans within the near future.

Thus it was that the great wyrm bronze dragon in human guise surveyed the rest of those gathered to volunteer. Even those who had just been released would likely have noticed the incident on the observation deck during pod release that had involved two massive dragons. Whether they had noticed just where the Bronze in question had come from at the time was another matter.

Re: Mingling

[hit_girl_mindy]

As Mindy, he was free to roam around and do what she wanted, but Mindy would never do something as crazy as appearing in this tournament. As far as other people were concerned, she still had more renovating in the cafe to do.

Hit Girl on the other hand was already on board with this. It had been a little while since her fight with Morgan, and she was anxious to test out her skills, show these people what she was made of.

And to herself, of course. If anyone needed to be convinced of her strength, of how far she could go, it was herself.

Re: Mingling

[doctorbatman]

"Wondered if I'd see you here." Doc said jovialy, nudging her with his elbow as he stopped at her side. Ah his fellow childhood-trained assassin type.

"I take it you're ready to kick ass and take names?"

[morphitudinous]

Why was Billy of all people here? Shouldn't he be in his laboratory?

He stood by a small chair on the deck, perhaps looking out of place among all the warrior types, but he had his reasons. Proving himself to the people he loved was at the top of the list.

With a silent wish to at least survive past the first round, he waited for their descent to start.

[kaya_waterwave]

If he expected not to get attacked by his sister on this trip, he was wrong. A squeal later, she had him glomped from behind, somehow able to position herself on his shoulders, smiling.

"You're in this too?! Are you crazy?!"

Stop smiling Kaya. You're supposed to be mad at him!

[notthetechguy]

Chance wasn't that far off from Billy while he was fingering his green Advent Deck. He hasn't been on the ship long, but he did understand the need for resources even if this was a bit strange to him. He turned to the younger eighteen year old curiously.

"How often is something like this?"

Briefing / Q&A

[meat_mooks]

|| A consortium of businesses, investors, and professionals have generated this planet in order to host a combat tournament on it, and thereby profit from viewing, merchandising, licensing, and similar methods. ||

|| The tournament prize is targeted specifically to planets, ships, and crews in extremely harsh circumstances. To this end, this iteration's prize is resources: metal, wood, minerals, ammunition, and similar. Should any member of this crew win the tournament, the resources will be awarded to the crew as a whole. In addition, the entry stake will not be claimed. ||

|| In addition to this overall prize, the tournament organizers possess a mechanism by which the winner of an individual bout may claim one power or item possessed by the loser. Although I cannot guarantee the functionality of such powers or items once transit through the Bleed resumes, any which remain functional will undoubtedly benefit your future endeavors. However, as a condition of entering, you may not make claims from fellow members of this crew. ||

Any further questions? Surely there must be some...

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon stared up at the viewscreen with crossed arms and a frown.

"Entry stake? Just what are we putting on the line here?"

[meat_mooks]

|| The crew's entry stake is a significant fraction of resources available in Hydroponics and the Armory. ||

[morphitudinous]

"How likely is it that someone who loses a match will die?"

Billy, you see, is not allowed to go if the answer is 'likely'.

[meat_mooks]

|| The tournament does not allow for fatalities for marketing purposes. A variety of countermeasures exist to prevent it. No participant has lost their life or equivalent in a match since its inception. ||