Hard bumping club music bounced off the walls of the underworld fighting pit, one of many such establishments on Nar Shaddaa. A couple hundred spectators gathered around the decently sized durasteel arena built into the floor.
Tonight's fights had already started several hours ago. One fighter after the next cycled through the arena, with the last person standing at the end of each round forced to stay in it until they'd survived through as many combatants as possible before their bodies lay broken and defeated.
In one of the back rooms connected to the arena, a raven-haired young man was suddenly jolted awake by the smooth black shock collar around his neck. "GHH!!" His upper body shot up from the narrow bed and he groaned through clenched teeth until the electrokinetic energy finally ceased. A familiar energy, one he used to be able to tap into and control, until he had to twist it to deceive that Sith Kel'dor or he would've been killed by the Master.
A rush of memories flashed through his head like snapshots. Ruusan. Kiliks. Being on the edge of death and barely able to flee for his life. Raxus. Yuri. Abandoning her to protect her from himself. Dromund Kaas. Master Sol. A gloomy encounter he could scarce remember.
So where was he know, then? Captured again? By other Sith, or some other group this time? Had he fought Sol and lost? No, surely the Sith Master would've killed him upon learning his apprentice was little more than a ruse of survival. Either way, another gap in memories was never a good sign. He couldn't help but feel a swell of anxiety and distress churning at his core. An uneasy feeling he pushed aside as best he could. Whatever happened, he didn't seem to be much better off now than he had been.
Slanted charcoal eyes swept the tiny chamber he was being kept in. Minimal necessities, and a wide digital sign above the locked metal door with the word, 'REST', which then flickered and switched to, 'READY'. This was an unfamiliar place to the lost soul. He released an annoyed sigh and kicked his feet off the shoddy bed to stand, noting a slight soreness across various parts of his body and the back of his head.
His hands went to the sides of the sink to support his weight as he leaned against it and looked at himself in the mirror. Hawk-like eyes stared back at him. Kyo's, or Nox's, he didn't really know if it even mattered anymore. Then a brow curiously curved upward upon noticing the eyeliner around his eyes, which softly arched away from the outer corners like little wings. "Huh." He let out a dull and intrigued grunt. He didn't know why he was wearing any, but he couldn't deny that it actually looked pretty decent on him.
Then the fingers from his left hand travelled up to the smooth latex-like material of his tall and tight black shock collar. Of course it wasn't the material conducting the shock, but the many electrodes embedded along the inside of it instead. Either way, it was a bit of a nuisance when the wrong people had control of it. He'd hoped to have been freed of it once he escaped from Sol, or once he'd finally managed to get inside the Empire's ranks. Whatever was the case, it seemed something or someone must've interfered before he had the chance to do either and get rid of it, and to make matters worse now there was no sign of the remote to disable and detach the damn thing.
The raven-haired young man let out another annoyed huff, pushed off from the sink, and turned his head towards the door as a long distorted beep came from the sign above it. He shot a glance up to the sign in time to see it switch from 'READY' to 'FIGHT'. Then another similar beep followed, and the door hissed open, revealing a long dark corridor beyond.
"You gotta be kiddin me." He sighed, then felt another sudden overwhelming shock come from his collar, nearly dropping him to his knees. "GH!!! FUCK!!" One of his hands clutched the sheets of the bed he'd caught himself on the corner of, then after a few moments of his muscles seizing, the jolts finally stopped.
"Fine." He partially growled through his teeth as he reluctantly pushed himself back onto his feet. With another irritated sigh he then began to walk towards the door when he noticed the familiar white bird-like mask sitting on a counter next to the exit. He paused, then swept it up and pressed it to the upper half of his face. A gradual calm settled within him as he pushed the center of the cortosis mask up with the tips of his index and middle fingers from his right hand, then once it was secured in place, he turned and left the cell.
Back in the arena, a giant of a man had been utterly destroying the competition. The crowd cheered for the behemoth, who broke one fighter after another and left them scattered across the arena. At one side of the crowd was a booth with the establishment's owner, a stout woman with multiple chins, a scrunchie face, and a twisted grimace.
The last challenger to fight the current champion dropped in defeat after hitting the wall next to one of the many closed doors around the arena. A second later, the nearby door opened, and the raven-haired young man with the black shock collar stepped out. The white cortosis mask that obscured his face caught a glimmer of light from the dim spotlight that swept across him and illuminated the lithe toned figure, who wore only a tight pair of jet-black pants.
Anyone with a view of the new challenger would see the many whip scars across his back, a vibrodagger scar across the right side of his lower torso, and few other smaller ones around his upper body and arms. For the moment he merely stood in place a few paces into the arena, taking in the new scenery before turning his attention to the towering man who gradually approached with a wild look in his eyes.
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Tonight's fights had already started several hours ago. One fighter after the next cycled through the arena, with the last person standing at the end of each round forced to stay in it until they'd survived through as many combatants as possible before their bodies lay broken and defeated.
In one of the back rooms connected to the arena, a raven-haired young man was suddenly jolted awake by the smooth black shock collar around his neck. "GHH!!" His upper body shot up from the narrow bed and he groaned through clenched teeth until the electrokinetic energy finally ceased. A familiar energy, one he used to be able to tap into and control, until he had to twist it to deceive that Sith Kel'dor or he would've been killed by the Master.
A rush of memories flashed through his head like snapshots. Ruusan. Kiliks. Being on the edge of death and barely able to flee for his life. Raxus. Yuri. Abandoning her to protect her from himself. Dromund Kaas. Master Sol. A gloomy encounter he could scarce remember.
So where was he know, then? Captured again? By other Sith, or some other group this time? Had he fought Sol and lost? No, surely the Sith Master would've killed him upon learning his apprentice was little more than a ruse of survival. Either way, another gap in memories was never a good sign. He couldn't help but feel a swell of anxiety and distress churning at his core. An uneasy feeling he pushed aside as best he could. Whatever happened, he didn't seem to be much better off now than he had been.
Slanted charcoal eyes swept the tiny chamber he was being kept in. Minimal necessities, and a wide digital sign above the locked metal door with the word, 'REST', which then flickered and switched to, 'READY'. This was an unfamiliar place to the lost soul. He released an annoyed sigh and kicked his feet off the shoddy bed to stand, noting a slight soreness across various parts of his body and the back of his head.
His hands went to the sides of the sink to support his weight as he leaned against it and looked at himself in the mirror. Hawk-like eyes stared back at him. Kyo's, or Nox's, he didn't really know if it even mattered anymore. Then a brow curiously curved upward upon noticing the eyeliner around his eyes, which softly arched away from the outer corners like little wings. "Huh." He let out a dull and intrigued grunt. He didn't know why he was wearing any, but he couldn't deny that it actually looked pretty decent on him.
Then the fingers from his left hand travelled up to the smooth latex-like material of his tall and tight black shock collar. Of course it wasn't the material conducting the shock, but the many electrodes embedded along the inside of it instead. Either way, it was a bit of a nuisance when the wrong people had control of it. He'd hoped to have been freed of it once he escaped from Sol, or once he'd finally managed to get inside the Empire's ranks. Whatever was the case, it seemed something or someone must've interfered before he had the chance to do either and get rid of it, and to make matters worse now there was no sign of the remote to disable and detach the damn thing.
The raven-haired young man let out another annoyed huff, pushed off from the sink, and turned his head towards the door as a long distorted beep came from the sign above it. He shot a glance up to the sign in time to see it switch from 'READY' to 'FIGHT'. Then another similar beep followed, and the door hissed open, revealing a long dark corridor beyond.
"You gotta be kiddin me." He sighed, then felt another sudden overwhelming shock come from his collar, nearly dropping him to his knees. "GH!!! FUCK!!" One of his hands clutched the sheets of the bed he'd caught himself on the corner of, then after a few moments of his muscles seizing, the jolts finally stopped.
"Fine." He partially growled through his teeth as he reluctantly pushed himself back onto his feet. With another irritated sigh he then began to walk towards the door when he noticed the familiar white bird-like mask sitting on a counter next to the exit. He paused, then swept it up and pressed it to the upper half of his face. A gradual calm settled within him as he pushed the center of the cortosis mask up with the tips of his index and middle fingers from his right hand, then once it was secured in place, he turned and left the cell.
Back in the arena, a giant of a man had been utterly destroying the competition. The crowd cheered for the behemoth, who broke one fighter after another and left them scattered across the arena. At one side of the crowd was a booth with the establishment's owner, a stout woman with multiple chins, a scrunchie face, and a twisted grimace.
The last challenger to fight the current champion dropped in defeat after hitting the wall next to one of the many closed doors around the arena. A second later, the nearby door opened, and the raven-haired young man with the black shock collar stepped out. The white cortosis mask that obscured his face caught a glimmer of light from the dim spotlight that swept across him and illuminated the lithe toned figure, who wore only a tight pair of jet-black pants.
Anyone with a view of the new challenger would see the many whip scars across his back, a vibrodagger scar across the right side of his lower torso, and few other smaller ones around his upper body and arms. For the moment he merely stood in place a few paces into the arena, taking in the new scenery before turning his attention to the towering man who gradually approached with a wild look in his eyes.
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