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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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"Uf cauze, if hyu vant to get a leedle bloody, ve could alvays hendle it before ve go back to de ship..." The grin he displayed then was devious, to say the least.
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She relaxed. He was right. It was useless to kill each other when they all had necessary skills to keep each other alive. It was her blasted instincts, the ones she could never seem to control. "You said the transformation was offered to you for services rendered," she said, changing the subject. "Were you a soldier?"
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"De Heterodynes, dey may be krezy, but dey all seem to believe in rewarding goot service." So at least in Maxim's mind, what he had become was a reward. Well, longetivity, enhanced strength, resilience, heightened senses...hard for him to argue with that.
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"Still, iz good hyu have hyour own horse, and dat it is a goot horse! Alvays goot to have a goot horse. Hyu know." He sort of missed looking over horses. It was really a pity he'd lost his--and there was always the fact that Maxim made many a horse...nervous, these days.