Jesse Glenn sat in a long white hover-limmo, sipping on a slim glass of white wine. "You know cheufur I hope this event is worth my time." He said to his driver.
The man looked at him through the rear-view mirror. "I hope for that as well, sir. It would be most troublesome to find out this is some elaborate prank." Said the cheufur.
Jesse nodded. "Though I doubt that it would be, seince Shun said Naga ordered this himself."
"Right you are sir." He paused to park the vehicle near the transport area. "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?"
Jesse nodded. "Drink this, and take the longest way home that you can." He handed the cheufur a half full glass of white wine. The cheufur nodded, Jesse opened the car door, and went in to the transport station where the other five selected individuals were waiting his arrival.
"Oi! You tryin' ta start somethin' Pyrus!" Snarled Ren.
"I dunno, you gonna keep makin fun of our leader?" Sid snapped back.
"Oh my god will you guys shut up!" Shouted Zenet.
Ren and Sid instantly backed off from eachother, only to sit on opposite ends of a nearby bench.
The transport station could probably be more closely related to a train station, with bullet train rails running through groves in the shining white floors. There were ticket booths lined up like steely white soldiers, meant to block people that couldn't pay from gettnig on the train. Against the back walls were chairs and benches for those who had to wait to get on or for someone to get off a train. That was where the selected six were now, awaiting the arrival of a special train to take them to Vestroia.
Jesse sat down to Lena, who was reading a book with her legs crossed at the knee. Mason was doing a crossword puzzle from a book he bought at a bookstand outside the station. Ren and Sid sat with their backs facing one another on the same bench, with Zenet in between them.
"I didn't think Aquos had pretty girls." Jesse smirked.
Lena simply slammed his nose with the back of her book before she continued to read. Jesse was nursing his possibly broken nose when a voice came on over the intercom.
"Attention passengers, the train to escort the selected 6 attributes is now arriving. The train to escort the selected 6 attributes is now arriving."
A few moments later, a six-car train was stopped in front of them. Each car was colored like the main color that the person came from. Each person got into their own car, before the train began to pull out.
"Welcome, Ren." Masquerade greeted as Ren boarded the train.
"L-leader Masquerade! It is an honor to finnaly meet you in person!" He exclaimed, shaking his outstretched hand.
Masquerade smirked. "It is nice to finnaly meet the person who is painting all of the walls in the city with our symbol." Ren sweatdropped. "I'm here to tell you whats going down, you want to hear or do you want to be suprised when we get there?"
Ren frowned. "If it has anything to do with me coperating with that Pyrus scum a few cars over I would rather jump off this train right now." He paused. "No offense to Alice of course." He corrected.
"I doubt she would take offense to it, and it involves the farthest thing from cooperating with him." He let out a low chuckle. "To be honest, that guy seems like a total idiot!" Ren nodded. "Alright. You are on this train heading to Vestroia, where Master Naga will be sending you to compete in an intense battle." Ren smiled at this. Masquerade could tell exactly what he was thinking. "Its a free-for-all match on a new area of land that Naga wants settled. The winner will be the ruler of the new settlement." He paused and looked at Ren's confused face. "You want to be the leader because that means you help Darkus kick ass should a takeover situation happen like it did 20 years ago." Ren noddeded and leaned back in his seat.
"What happens to the losers?"
"Oh, that. The loosers are the ones who die."
Ren's eyes almost bugged out of his head.
"Its a death match, did I forget to mention that? You will be armed with the finest wepons that Darkus has to offer, I assure you." Masquerade said, pulling out a holo-pad with a detailed list of all the weapons he had to chose from. He handed it to Ren who scrolled through it.
"I don't want to dissapoint you Leader Masquerade, but I don't know how to use most of these things." He pointed to several in question.
"Not to worry, the competition will start at this time next week, so you will have time to get the hang of using the weapons that you so chose."
Ren nodded. "Alright. So the winner is the the last one standing, right?"
Masquerade nodded. "Yes, that is assuming you can still stand. Naga will go over the rules with all of you. For now, we have arrived in Vestroia."
Ren smudged his face to the window to look at the city below. The shining metallic buildings reflected the colors of the train as it passed, distorting them as if one was looking at a spoon. Shiny hovercars slid around smoothly and glinted in the sunlight, almost blinding Ren with their luminosicity.
"This is... Vestroia?"
Masquerade nodded. "You get used to the shine after a while." He smirked. "Theres Nagas building, over there." He pointed to a tall, dome-like bulilding that must have been at lease 100-stories tall, with the symbols of all six of the attributes adorning the white top in vibrant colors.
Ren smirked when he saw the Darkus symbol. "Mine look better." Masquerade laughed, as the bullet train entered the station.
From the station, all six rode in individual cars with their respective leaders to Naga's building.
Inside the prestidgeous dome, all twelve were brought in to Naga's arena, which was usually only used for brawls.
"Greetings, Leaders and competitors!" Naga's voice boomed. Naga was there, in the flesh, walking out from a large opening that was meant to let in the selected bakugan beast of the team.
The six contestants gasped as Naga came into view. "I formally welcome you to Vestroia, and to my personal battle arena!" He looked over the six who had been selected. He noted several in his mind, and spoke again. "Your leaders have told you why you are here, and what your goal is. Now for the rules. Leaders, you must hear this as well. Rule number one. This is a death match. You may use any method, any weapon, aything that will kill your opponents. Rule number two. You may form aliances with other players. Though be warned, if you make an aliance you will eventually have to lose your allies. Rule number two. You will be able to recieve Vestroian Sponsors. Sponsors are very important to you, as they can give you water, food, and weapons. You will accumulate most of your sponsors when you are interviwed. Rule number three, You will go into the battle armed. And you will only be armed. You will not have any food or water. There will be sources of water and food that you have access to if you can find them." He stopped and looked over all of them. "Are there any questions?" Nobody moved. "Very well, you are all dismissed to your rooms. I shall see you all again soon." Naga then left back through the passage he entered through.
Each contestant was given their own floor to be shared with their leader. The contestants would spend the rest of the day selecting their weapons.
"Lena I must say you are very beautiful, I feel bad that you have to be sent into this match." Marucho said, handing Lena the holo-pad.
Lena smiled. "Thank you for your complement, Master Marucho. If you will excuse me though I have to make my selection." Marucho nodded, and went through the door that connected their rooms.
Each room made up one floor of a tall, formerly residential building meant for the people who could afford the lixurious lifestyle. Lena's room was divided in half, like the others, with the elevator door on the wall deviding the round floor. The wall opposite it, was a blue bed with purple shams and pillowcases. An ornate blue dresser and vanity was to the left of the bed, and a floor-to-ceiling window adorned the wall to the right. The other rooms were almost identical to it, with only the colors differenciating.
Sid was laying back on his bed with the weapon holo-pad on the pillow by his head. "Ya know, mabye I should see if I can't get this fight thing postponed, I could get used to living like this..." He smiled, lavishing in his comforter. He thought for a moment and looked up at the dull yellow ceiling. "Though, I guess if I win I can sleep in a bed like this every night." His grin got wide as he sat up and grabbed the weapon pad and began to scroll, tapping a few to highlight them. "That Darkus freak is goin' down!" He grinned, his teeth bared.
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The challenge has been accepted and the rules have been read! For the sake of time I'm going to skip the training, and the next chapter will be the begining of the battle!