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Memory: Last day at the Arena

Crusnik stood behind the arena gate while he watched a Flesh raider rip through a well armored Yuzzem and felt the arena shake under his feet as the crowd cheered with excitement.

Five long years of this…I really hope I don’t die here.

He then turns to the human guard who has started to unshackle him. The human was about 5’6 with short brown hair, hazel eyes, looked to be about thirty to forty years old and reeked of alcohol.

“There you go, kitty,” the guard said, as he undid the last shackle.

Crusnik rubbed his wrists and gave the guard a dirty look.

“And here is your cat toy, minus the bell,” the guard chuckled, while he handed Crusnik a chipped Vibroaxe without a power cell. 

Bastard.

Crusnik put the axe under his arm while griping the handle and turn his attention back to the field. After a few minutes of watching some droids clean up the field of what was left of the Yuzzem, the gate began to open and the announcer started to speak.

“Please welcome back from medical leave, our youngest fighter, Crusnik!” she pronounced as the crowd roared with anticipation.

Medical leave, yah right, more like laying in my cell for a month and a half. Man that Barabel was tough.

Crusnik had made his way to the center of the arena. He felt the wind through his fur and the heat of the sun on his back.


“Today our young Cathar will be pitted against three of our newest fighters,” she stated, while the Gate raised and out walked three sickly looking Duros.

They don’t look like they’re going to be much of a fight.

“Now let the fight begin!” she announced.

Crusnik then looked toward the three Duros as they charged across the Arena floor and kicked up dust as they made their way toward him. He stepped forward gently, disturbing the dust on the arena floor, drawing his chipped worn out Cutter Vibroaxe. He toyed with the weapon and felt its familiar weight. He drowned out the screaming crowd, making his breathing calm and his mind focused.

The Duros advanced rapidly. He took another step forward and readied himself.

The first Duros reached him, swinging his axe like an out of control Bantha. Crusnik dropped underneath the blow, stepping forward and pounded the Duro’s head with the pummel of his axe. The Duro stumbled backward. Before Crusnik could take advantage of that, another one was upon him. He parried the first two attacks easily, stepping back with each movement.

I wish I had the power cell for this damn thing. I would have cut through them like butter.

The second Duro stepped forward unwittingly; Crusnik propelled his body forward and punched into the stomach of his foe. The Duro stepped backwards, shaking off the strike, but regained himself too late to defend against the well timed blow. The axe sliced through his armor diagonally, from the shoulder to waist. The Duro fell over, falling face first into the floor. His dark red blood stained the arena floor.

His blood stinks.

The third Duros leaped at him, landing a blow upon Crusniks’ face, sending him hurtling into the ground. The blow left a cut on his face starting from the cheek bone, to the bottom right corner of his mouth. He ignored the pain and rolled away in time for the second Duro to stab the arena floor with his Sat'skar Sword.

Crusnik slashed out, severing the Duro’s right leg at the ankle. He screamed in agony, piercing the air with an indescribable noise. The crowd around them grew louder. He leaped to his feet and dealt the final blow to silence the screaming Duro, by decapitation. As the head rolled from the body, the crowd went wild and chanted his name. He peered into the crowd with a look of disgust.

And they call me the animal.

After a few moments of the crowd chanting and cheering, the announcer started to speak.

“This young Cathar has proved himself, has he not?” She exclaimed.

The crowd responded with a loud roar of cheering.

Crusnik turned and looked up where the announcer was, but couldn’t see her due to the glare of the sun.

“I think that was too easy for him. I think he can do more. What do you think?” She asked.

The crowd chanted, “More”.

“Well then let’s set him up against our newest animal, all away from Vanqor, A GUNDARK!” she pronounced.

The crowd roared with excitement.

The gate started to open behind him and within a few seconds the Gundark charged out roaring and beating its chest. The Gundark stood about 2 m tall, had a massive head with large ears as wide as its head, a thick muscular body, dark drown fur, two arms longer than its body length, two smaller arms, both with opposable digits and two small  legs that look like a finger with a long claw protruding from them.

Oh crap.

“Now let’s make this even more fun. You the audience can help the young Cathar be throwing in tools to help him out…if you want. Now let it begin!” She proclaimed. Just after that, the Gundark noticed Crusnik and charged at him, roaring as it did.

Crusnik stood there, frozen with terror.

What do I do?

With the Gundark drawing near, something deep inside Crusnik told him to go for it. So he readied his axe and began to charge, roaring as well. Just before he reached the Gundark he slid toward it and swung for its legs, but as Crusnik swung the Gundark used it long arms to propel its self over him. He then stopped himself and quickly started to stand. Once he got to his feet the Gundark swung around back handing Crusnik, sending him into the arena wall. It started to beat it chest in triumph.

Son of a bitch, I think it cracked most my ribs.

Crusnik then sat himself up against the wall, moaning in pain as he did. He sat there for a watching the Gundark stomping around pounding his chest for a moment till something was dropped at his side. He then looked to see what it was. It was a Pup Grenade Launcher. He looked up to see a human with dark blond hair, light brown eyes and a crooked nose.

“You only got one shot with that so make it count boy,” He said, smiling.

Crusnik nodded, picked up the Grenade launcher slowly stood up, clutching his side. The Gundark notice him moving again and started for him. He slowly lifted the launcher, aimed for its head and fired.  The recoil and the force from the blast knocked him on his back. The blasted kicked up a lot of dust making a small cloud, which blanketed the small area that he and the Gundark were in. The crowd fell silent, waiting for the dust to clear.

A few seconds later, the dust cleared reviling that only half of the Gundark’s body remand and Crusnik laid on his back, while he held his side, laughing.