USH'S STAR WARS GAME- CAMPAIGN II EPISODE II (DARK SIDE)- In the Coils of the Serpent

Galder looks to Rand, then looks back to Bora.

"Steroids."

"Cheating, are you? And in such an obvious way... a disappointment. And are these... steroids... still in effect? Perhaps we should restrain you for a time..."

"No, I don't think that'll be necessary..."

"In that case..." comes a female voice from behind you.

"... 5000 credits on the newcomer."

Jena, thronged bodyguards in tow, has spoken.

"M.. M... Mistress..." manages the Compere. "This fight is done!"

"Then a new fight," she says. "Against the champ..."

Galder turns and looks to Jena.

"I am going to guess that your brother is the champ?"

"It so happens," says Kena, "that people of a noble disposition do not demean to simple ring brawling."

"The CHAMP, Mistress?" says the Compere. "He may take... a little effort to produce."

"Then do so. At all speed." There is more widespread silence, broken by a chuckle from Bora.

"Very well," he says. "I shall match your bet, Jena. My money is on the champ..."

Galder raises an eyebrow at the two Lantarnans.

"Who is 'the champ?'" he asks, marking the quotation marks with his fingers.

"Don't worry," says Jena. "You will have ample opportunity to find out soon enough. And at least we can be sure it will be a fair fight now, yes?"

"Of course, Mistress," Galder says with a slight bow. "As long as 'the champ' isn't on something, or is something..."

That gets a laugh from Bora.

"My dear Unad..." says Jena. "We are all something..."

Well, that's me done for tonight!

"Not what I meant..."

(G'night Ush! Galder is very happy! *takes a silly bow*)

Tanic turns to Rand,
"Fighting the champ... Well, that will be interesting." Nodding his head in the direction of the gun contest, he asks his 'master', "I've got a suspicion they're playing an unfair game, unless you're planning on talking to Jena again, and you'd like me by to keep up appearances..."

Rah steps up to Galder and says "I'll be your second if you need me" then slaps him on the back "You'll do fine Unad... I need a drink!" Rah wonders over to the nearest bar to get a drink, having a good look around whilst doing so.

(Psst Glader, Ask if you can use weapons.... Then get some ones fast!)

"Erm, Master Bora, will it be hand-to-hand or armed?"

"jena knows he's a force user" says takuan to the others surprised on her bet. "i am almost certain...she might have even traced that talent to us also by now. yet she didn't say anything...we'll probably be contacted by her on this matter later. we could probably use this to some purpose.."

"Oh, I'm sure that she's up to something..." Rianna whispers back.

At this point, the champ is being dragged out.

'Dragged' is an appropriate term, because he is secured by four rather large and thick chains, with which four large guys are pulling him aling with.

He is pretty big. Chion big, in fact, and his green skin looks solid and rather spikey. His speech patterns go along the line of

"HRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!"

... as he is slowly brought towards the Arena, others keeping a respectful distance.

"Don't presume to talk to one of the Lantarnans, idiot," says the Compere. "The deal remains the same as before."

Rah, on your way to get the drink, that note starts to sound in your heads again. Damn it! And meanwhile, you notice Mika watching events from a short distance away as well, his guards standing rather more discretely nearby.

Hmm, shouldn`t we act in a bit more subtle way?- Gallador shakes his head and mutters to Takuan and Rand.

"Is this Galder always such a fool? Well, it seems like he is going to learn a lesson, maybe even his last one, but by revealing his powers he will cause the failure of our project. And I would agree that Jena is hiding something, she might know and wants to use us as a pawn in her game! But being used by such a beautiful woman might be quite a pleasant experience.
Master Rand, may I talk to her?"

"Watch yourself, Compere," Galder hisses at him, then looks to the champ with a bit of "Arg! I'm dead!" running in his brain.

(Is this...thing...armed?)