((Author's Note: This entire story is based off of an RP from a forum I frequently visit, called Mass Effect RPs by Fettt. Every character I use in here is someone else's OC except for Kyle, who is my OC. I will give the creators appropriate credit as soon as their character is introduced.
This chapter's OC's:
Lord Malevolence (yahg)- Fuhrer Fettt
Scorpio race- Fuhrer Fettt
Hope you all enjoy my story, and be sure to leave comments and visit Fettt's forum!))
The alien patiently waited, its back facing the door. It was bipedal, like most sentient races, but was arachnid in biology and had a large, stinging tail protruding from its back. The tail contained a special poison that varied from individual to individual, with effects ranging from tranquilizing to death. The species was known as the Scorpio race, after the constellation, although no one outside the Dome had ever seen or heard of one. It was the only race to be capitalized, because when your race is named after a constellation, people tend to do things like capitalize. The massive yahg, floating three feet above the ground in a levitating chair, scrolled through the data feeds its cameras had picked up. The statistics of the Battle Dome stuck out like sore thumbs on the holo-screen.
Audience: 300,000
Extranet viewers: 980,000
Height: 650 ft
Diameter: 8 miles
Arenas: 10
Profits: 4 million credits
Gladiators: 5
Slaves: 500,000
Empty quarters: 18
The yahg grunted in dissatisfaction, dismissing the data with a wave of its grotesque arm. "We need more combatants!" it barked at the Scorpio. "We only have Kralen, Drake, Longingfire, Longshot, and the Champion! We need something more extravagant!" With the press of a button, the yahg sent a massive extranet message to all the station's personnel. It detailed the lives of all the gladiators to be brought to the Dome. Each of them had a unique trait that would bring in more viewers and keep the credits pouring in, such as brute strength, stealth mastery, and split personality, just to name a few. The best part of the deal was, thanks to medical tech the yahg as a species had scavenged from the destroyed Reapers from the war five years ago, death was not permanent in this dome. The technology had been kept a secret, hoarded on the yahg homeworld of Parnack. However, secrecy gave way to entertainment, and all the technology had been sent to the Battle Dome.
Suddenly, the omni-tool of the Scorpio beeped with the incoming message. The Scorpio nodded its assent. "Will do this, Lord Malevolence. Will bring combatants. Orders understood." it snipped. Even with translators, the Scorpio's native language was incredibly difficult to decode, and everything any of them said came across as a fragmented message. The Scorpio marched briskly out of the enormous room, its tail bobbing behind it. Malevolence brought up the data feeds once more, studying them intently.
"Soon," Malevolence mused, "I will have my new champion…"