(Dreadzone)
Deimos was about to take a drink, but the GUNGNIR soldier spoke up. "If you recall, the guards for Lord Stripetail are not to consume alcohol while on duty." While it may not be true, it was an oblique way to say that Captain Carson's edicts still applied, without directly naming her.
The Utahraptor nodded and put the glass aside.
Vox smiled. "I admire the discipline of your guards," he said. "Shame I can't say the same for some of mine."
Little did he know, Dr. Zanasiu had recorded that little statement just as he was escorted to the press box.
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The arena was a verdant field that imitated the gentle hills of Cruithne Crest III. It was evident that Vox had a fondness for this planet judging from the liquors in the cabinet.
"Well, let's show our guests what our contestants will be battling on," Ms. Swimmer said, falling into her role as a newscaster.
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(Cuorola)
Cuorola was harsh arctic planet where one of the Dreadzone's arenas had been built. Indeed, the gleaming lights of the arena were the only signs of habitation on this remote planet.
"All right crew," the leader said as the shuttlecraft started its descent into the blowing snow. "We will be hitting them hard and fast. Remember what Lord Stripetail said: no prisoners. But no attacking civilians, which means spectators, catering staff and the like are off limits. But if they attack or try to call for help or reinforcements, you may engage."
There was the clatter of a variety of weapons being checked and rechecked. Helmets were donned and the armored exoskeletons given another check.