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Test your might... Test your might....
||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.
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.
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"Billy, are you sure? These people aren't playing around! They know magic, they're strong! I don't want you to get hurt!"
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In other words, it was extreme training. "It sounds as if death is unlikely for the losers."
He wasn't entirely sure, but the schoolyard taunts still lingered in the back of his mind. Chicken. Wuss.
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"I would never call you a weakling Billy, not ever. All the same, you know where your talents lie, and they are in as much as anyone else's. If something bad were to happen here, I just hope you wouldn't somehow be permanently damaged. We have no idea-"
And then she laughed. "You know, I'm just as much as in danger, really. So really? I just hope we don't have to fight each other."
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He did see her points, though. "Would it help if we questioned her about the likelihood of death and permanent injury?"
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Yes, that did matter to her Billy.
"Please do. I know I have no right to fuss over you, but its important to know, you know?"
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Billy starts heading in that direction, a little put out. He knows, damnit---he just wants to push his limits. It should be safe, right?
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If only she knew what awaited her back on the ship.