2341 – Justich
System
Andalor Coliseum
Mike Fehr’s legs are shaking; this wasn’t the first time in an Arena. But he always got anxious before a match, not because he hadn’t confidence in himself but because he didn’t over-measure his opponent. He had learned that in his training days, when Laura Tex, his trainer, first thrown him in front of his first adversary, only two weeks after his training start.
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2340 – Moura
Planet, Voltarish Medical Facility, War Room
He was shaking and
feeling unprepared. By his side Nurse Chapbel was whispering some words that he
does not remember by now, and on the other side was Laura, who stood tall with
a serious look in her eyes.
"Mike shows
me what you can do!"
"But Laura,
I’m not prepared."
"Hey Mike if you’re
thinking of entering the Ophidian League, you must be prepared for the
unexpected." And as another being, an alien enters the room "This
will be your first opponent Mike."
"Let’s get
started then!" and he runs through the alien.
What happened next
was inevitable, the alien dodge and with one strike he knocked out Mike.
"Very well,
Mr. Fehr!" shouted Laura, "You lasted five entire minutes."
. . . .
.
After that, he had
many more matches, but what he learned that day and those last words of his trainer
was crafted on his mind forever.
Soon the things
got complicated, all the restrictions of his first’s matches were over and soon
as a blink of an eye, he was enduring Death Matches with opponents more
experienced than him. That made him realize how life was a thin line, because
in an Arena, life doesn’t matter, the important is to survive.
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The Andalor
Coliseum was on fire as the crowd wanted blood! They all chanted the name of
Kronnax opponent, Schartimo, an Ophidian Gladiator that from time to time
endured on free matches on the Justrich System, his home-born planetary system.
He was obviously the crowd favorite and Mike knew that, but as he never refused
a match, even with some high probabilities of defeat, he accepted this one. He
knew that he might die tonight, but he doesn’t care about that as he knew that
these kinds of events were watched by Ophidian Lords, Agents, and Scouts. So
even if he lost they would be seen and that would make him win.
He knew that this
might be his great chance to gain access to the Ophidian League, and that was
all he wanted to consummate the first part of his revenge plans.
On the backstage
of the Arena, Mike, Nurse Chapbel, and Laura Tex talked about victory, loosing
and staying alive, but those words easily vanished from his head as the announcer of the Arena started making his introduction.
"Ladies and
gentlebeings, welcome to the Andalor Coliseum…"
Mike knew that
this was his call, so he left his chair and went through the dark corridor of
the backstage and stopped on a dark entrance waiting for the call of his name.
"… My name’s
Raffi a_Singazer´s and I will be your host for tonight. And tonight, we will
have Mike Fehr, the Kronnax…"
And a huge spot of
light incised to the place where Mike was standing; as that he headed to his
corner of the Arena conducted by the light.
"…, the promise of Moura Planet, against our favorite son, Schartino, one of the most
promising Level 2 Ophidian Gladiators. In this One on One Solo match, we will
see who survive the Arena. Does the New better than the Old? We will have to
wait until the next moments, because… It’s Arena Time!"
And all the lights
of the Coliseum came out, then from the Arena’s floor, some lights started to arise
illuminating the entire Arena. On Mike’s head, only one thing was tuned… «It’s
party time! »
And the match
starts…
. . . .
.
The match ended
with the victory of Schartimo as expected by the public.
Mike was being
carried to the backstage by Nurse Chapbel and by some of Justrich System
doctors. His opponent didn’t kill him but beaten badly his body, nothing that
he hadn’t suffered before, a broken fist, lung, eye, and some multiple serious
internal injuries. But Laura was happy, he had lasted all four waves.
Then a strange figure approached the bed where Mike’s laid on backstage. And with no small talk, he told: "I liked your match; please call me when you recover."
And gave him a card and left the room.
Mike, with his
good eye approached the card to his face; on it had a contact number, an
Ophidian symbol and a name … AGENT
P.
And Mike knew that this was only the beginning…
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