NationStates Jolt Archive

A Message to the Galaxy

Warriors, Martial Artists!

For a long time, the Workers State has hosted the Spartakiade. Named after Spartacus, the great gladiator who dared to challenge the tyranny of Rome, it has always been centered around contests of skill in the martial arts.

Now, in the interest of encouraging galactic brotherhood and to see who is the best martial artist, the Workers State has announced that it has opened the Spartakiade for the first time to all nations in the galaxy willing and able to send their finest to New Dornalia to compete against our local martial artists, to truly determine who is the best of them all.

No restrictions are placed on styles or weaponry. In addition, the fights will be held until one side cannot function any longer, incapacitated either by unconciousness, being knocked out of the ring, or by other means (i.e. Death-but we hope it does not come to that.). Fights will be held in an elimination format, and hosted at Madison Square Garden, New York City. Hotel rooms will be provided, and so will other accomidations for the competitors.

Come one and all!

OOC: Well, come one and all. I do encourage that you stay competitive once you enter (I know I'll be) and in the name of all that's good and holy-no flaming or hairsplitting over powers and whatnot unless its absolutely necessary. Keep that to a minimum.

There'll be a maximum of ten slots. Post your character's name and bio in the provided OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=477317). And put all OOC banter there.

Otherwise, have fun.

EDIT: BTW, this is FT and PMT mainly.

Roster:
1. New Dornalia
2. Humankind Abh
3. Solarin League
4. Edoniakistanbabweagua
5. Asbena (as Tanthan)
6. Starenell
7. CoreWorlds (possibly)
8. Mini Miehm
9. Khurgan
10.

ooc: Hope it's alright if I post arrivals here.

IC:

Grey slated metallic walls surrounded Ashram on all sides. Darkness seemed to converge on the man in black armor. The demon sword "Soul Crusher" rested easy in its sheath. The room was set with holographic sensors for training of various types of warfare from current urban and planetary warfare to the ancient ways of hand to hand combat.

A pressurized door slid open and the sound of heels clicked against the hard floors. Pirotess stopped a few feet from short of her Lord Ashram. "My Lord, the ship has arrived to transport you to the tournament. We must be prepared to depart within the hour."

Ashram still stood staring up at the ceiling that had now turned translucent. Multitude of stars dotted the ceiling. In this room, a man no matter his greatness could get lost among the stars. "Tell me Pirotess, why am I being sent to this tournament?"

"My Lord, this tournament is to bring different races and nations together on an honorable battlefield. You are deemed one of the best warriors in the Empire and would do the emperor honor if you represented the Abh in this."

A sarcastic smirk and grunt was on his face when he finally looked towards his dark elf lover. "Please do not mock me Pirotess. We have been together for too long. Richard Rahl would be a far more likely candidate for this or even the elusive Bettermen."

"My Lord, if I may speak."

His black gauntlet raised in the air. "Permission granted."

"I believe the Abh do not want anyone to die and you have the control to preserve life if you so desire. If I may also say, their powers are far from honorable."

"Perhaps but they still posses power and power is all that matters. Both have complete control over their entire planets unlike me as I am restricted to an island by a petty ALLIANCE of fools."

"My Lord..."

A hand was up again, this time to silence her. "Come we should prepare for the tournament."

The two of them departed the training facility and made their way back to their temporary quarters in the capital. Ashram and Pirotess were aboard the Abh liner within the hour and heading for the site of the tournament.

OOC: I'll post my arrival too...

IC:

Somewhere in Brooklyn, New York City-

"Yahh! Urahh!"

The foam bats simulating swords flew with vengance and fury, as Lenina Zhao and a sparring partner reviewed last-minute manuevers before she was to enter the tournament. The small upstairs Acolyte dojo had become her haunt over the past few weeks. Now, she felt ready to go.

"So, who's on the plate?" she said.

The partner said, "Abh, Solarins, Starics, possibly Coredians and a few others. I hear the Solarin is a bad mother."

She then sliced upwards and batted her partners legs, saying, "No problem. I can cut that bastard down to size."

The partner said, "Really? I hear rumors...."

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Kennedy International-

The air traffic control detected the incoming Abh liner, and wired this message.

"Abh liner, this is Kennedy International. You are cleared to deploy your passengers. We have a motorcade waiting for them."

"Roger Kennedy, this is Captain Russoff of the Abh Liner Royal. Our combatants will depart via shuttle and head down to the planet's surface while we remain in orbit with your permission."

Ashram and Pirotess were escorted to the small docking bay and the Abh shuttle that awaited them. "Let's go Pirotess. It seems we are the first to arrive at the tournament and I for one would like a view at this new planet."

"Yes my Lord, as would I."

Docking bay doors slid open and the shuttle dropped straight down. Once clear of the ship, the engines wer activated and the shuttle screamed down towards the planet.

"Roger Kennedy, this is Captain Russoff of the Abh Liner Royal. Our combatants will depart via shuttle and head down to the planet's surface while we remain in orbit with your permission."

Ashram and Pirotess were escorted to the small docking bay and the Abh shuttle that awaited them. "Let's go Pirotess. It seems we are the first to arrive at the tournament and I for one would like a view at this new planet."

"Yes my Lord, as would I."

Docking bay doors slid open and the shuttle dropped straight down. Once clear of the ship, the engines wer activated and the shuttle screamed down towards the planet.

At Kennedy, near the hangars reserved for the participants, the motorcade was several Cadillac Limousines, the newest hover models. Though Detroit had been consumed in the Apocalypse, enough time had passed where it recovered by the time MacIntyre took power, and it was making autos, like it had done in ages past.

The guards standing around there awaited the arrivals. They looked up and saw the shuttle incoming...and the Tower said, "Abh Shuttle, this is Kennedy International Traffic Control. Enter Skyway 34 and proceed to the VIP Area. Over."

"Roger Kennedy. Proceeding now."

The Abh shuttle navigated its way to Skyway 34 and the VIP area. Thrusters fired to soften the landing somewhat. A ramp lowered from the back of the shuttle revealing a small staircase to the floor. Ashram (http://www.projectbag.com/rolw/pics/ashram_n03.jpg), accompanied by Pirotess (http://indigodragyn.com/wall/pirotess-pov-b.jpg), descended down the stairs. Both held their weapons in check as they met the guards.

A deep and commanding voice came from the dark man in black armor. "I am Ashram and this, is Pirotess."

A deep and commanding voice came from the dark man in black armor. "I am Ashram and this, is Pirotess."

The honor guard for the motorcade saluted Pirotess and Ashram, and said, motioning to the line of autos: "There will be a meeting at the Waldorf-Astoria, in one of the Ballrooms. Please follow us into the car."

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Lenina, meanwhile, was at break, eating a light lunch when her phone rang....she got up, and picking it up, heard the news. It was time to assemble at the Waldorf-Astoria, where the Games Commissioner would organize the fighters and put them up for the night. After confirming, she put down the phone, hung up, and then prepared herself for the meeting, locking the door and tidying up.

Outside, she got onto her motorbike, a Konarmiya, and began speeding there. Giving the bike to a valet, she walked in, and arrived at the Ballroom, where the Comissioner was waiting.

I wish to enter sith lord zacazee into this competition.

Ashram gestured for Pirotess to go first and get in the car. She nodded her thanks and Ashram followed behind her.

I wish to enter sith lord zacazee into this competition.

I would like to see what you have, but do kindly use the OOC Thread.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=477317

Ashram gestured for Pirotess to go first and get in the car. She nodded her thanks and Ashram followed behind her.

The Caddys then moved out, and the long black line moved across New York, causing a commotion wherever it went, with people holding signs and cheering. When people saw that there were Abh in the limos, the cheers that were merely ones of encouragement turned louder, and even more wild. It was as if a rock star had come to town.

Here, the Abh were the perennial "Friends of Socialism." As such, they got a hero's welcome.

The limos then pulled up in front of the Waldorf-Astoria, and the bellboys opened the doors as fast as they could, saluting them and saying "Good Day, sir, ma'am."

Pirotess looked around at the screaming crowd while Ashram remained calm and collective. "My Lord, why are the cheering for us so vigorously?"

"That is because our two nations have been strong allies and friends for many years. Delegates from New Dornalia are always treated with special attention and receive the best of everything when they attend. We are honored guests here. Do not ruin such a reputation Pirotess."

"Yes sir."

Both Ashram saluted the bellboys in return and headed into the hotel.

Pirotess looked around at the screaming crowd while Ashram remained calm and collective. "My Lord, why are the cheering for us so vigorously?"

"That is because our two nations have been strong allies and friends for many years. Delegates from New Dornalia are always treated with special attention and receive the best of everything when they attend. We are honored guests here. Do not ruin such a reputation Pirotess."

"Yes sir."

Both Ashram saluted the bellboys in return and headed into the hotel.

The staff then bowed, and the manager said, "You'e here for the meet? It's down the hall, and to the left in the Ballroom. You can't miss it."

"Thank you."

Ashram escorted Pirotess down the hall and towards the ballroom.

"Thank you."

Ashram escorted Pirotess down the hall and towards the ballroom.

Inside the Ballroom, a New Dornalian flag was hung in the back, and flanked by huge posters glorfying Spartacus and oddly enough, Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris in Chinese Propaganda-style. A sign underneath the flag read in Abh, Spanish and English, "Welcome all Participants, to the 1st Annual Intergalactic Spartakiade!" Tables were arranged, and at one of them, Lenina was sitting there, playing her Okama MiniGamestation (OOC: ND Futuristic PSP, with the name lovingly ripped from South Park).

The Commissioner, who was standing at a podium underneath the flag, addressed the Abh, saying, "Ladies, gentlemen, please, take a seat. As you can see, one of our competitors is already here. Lenina stand and take a bow."

She then put the game down, stood up, walked to the Abh, and bowed, saying, "Welcome to the Games. I look forward to meeting you in combat."

She then sat down, and smiled a smile that said, simply, "Welcome to the jungle."

ooc: awesome game system. I'd like to see the graphics on that.

IC:
Ashram's armor creaked a little as he returned the bow. "It should be a pleasure to engage in honourable combat."

He turned and nodded his thanks to the Commissioner. Pirotess and Ashram walked over to an empty table and took a seat. Ashram unhooked the belt that was holding his sword and rested it against his leg.

ooc: awesome game system. I'd like to see the graphics on that.

IC:
Ashram's armor creaked a little as he returned the bow. "It should be a pleasure to engage in honourable combat."

He turned and nodded his thanks to the Commissioner. Pirotess and Ashram walked over to an empty table and took a seat. Ashram unhooked the belt that was holding his sword and rested it against his leg.

Lenina studied Ashram carefully. The armor, the sword, all looked formidable. Whoever this guy was, he must have been regular military back home. She had to be careful...

The Commissioner then said, getting down from the podium and walking to the contestants, "There's refreshments over there," pointing to a table with coffee, some Oreos, sandwiches, a few light items. "Feel free to take some."

Pirotess bowed her head. "Thank you for your hospitality." She stood to go for the table.

"Stay here Pirotess. I will take care of refreshments."

A look of astonishment washed over her face as Ashram strapped the sword back on and walked over to the table. "Th-thank you."

Pirotess bowed her head. "Thank you for your hospitality." She stood to go for the table.

"Stay here Pirotess. I will take care of refreshments."

A look of astonishment washed over her face as Ashram strapped the sword back on and walked over to the table. "Th-thank you."

Lenina walked to the table, and began getting a cup of coffee and some oreos. She drank some of the coffee, and noticed Ashram was going to the table. She then said, "The coffee's pretty good, you might like it."

A dark eye peered back at Lenina from the side. "I'll take your word on it. Pirotess on the other hand typically only drinks water."

Ashram poured a small cup of coffe and a glass of water. He added a few small things to a plate for the both of them to snack on as well. The little oreo cookies were something new to him though. "What are those like black sandwiches with white in the middle?"

A dark eye peered back at Lenina from the side. "I'll take your word on it. Pirotess on the other hand typically only drinks water."

Ashram poured a small cup of coffe and a glass of water. He added a few small things to a plate for the both of them to snack on as well. The little oreo cookies were something new to him though. "What are those like black sandwiches with white in the middle?"

Lenina said, realizing that Ashram never probably saw an Oreo cookie before, "That's what we call an Oreo. Basically, its two chocolate cookies with a white cream in the middle. A favorite among kids, I knew I ate those a lot when I was one. They're often imitated, but there's nothing like the original."

Ashram mulled it over for a while in his head and finally to take a cookie for Pirotess thinking that she might like the sweet. "So Mrs. Lenina, where are the combatants staying for the duration of this tournament?"

Ashram mulled it over for a while in his head and finally to take a cookie for Pirotess thinking that she might like the sweet. "So Mrs. Lenina, where are the combatants staying for the duration of this tournament?"

Lenina said, with a smile, "Well, I live here in New York, so I have an apartment in Brooklyn....as for the foreign combatants, they mentioned it would probably be here, the Waldorf-Astoria, one of the ritziest places in all of of the city, of all places. You might consider yourself lucky."

bump

"And I do consider myself fortunate. I have never seen an inn quite like this before in my life and have only been to the Abh capital a few times so I have nothing to compare it to. As long as the beds are warm, I don't mind where I stay."

(note: armor...sword...comes from a medieval planet so this will all be new to him)

"And I do consider myself fortunate. I have never seen an inn quite like this before in my life and have only been to the Abh capital a few times so I have nothing to compare it to. As long as the beds are warm, I don't mind where I stay."

(note: armor...sword...comes from a medieval planet so this will all be new to him)

Lenina then shot back, "Well, I can say this much. Not only are the beds warm, but the rooms themselves are well stocked with the finest luxuries. I'm talking about wine, all that."

She looked the man over. He did seem a little old fashioned-after all, not many people referred to the Waldorf as an "inn." Still, he didn't seem too bad.

A frown appeared on his face. "I believe I will have to get one of the servants to replace a couple bottles of the wine with other non-alchoholic beverages though I believe Pirotess can keep a bottle or two. If you don't mind me asking, why aren't you staying in the hotel with the rest of the combatants? I know you have room and board elsewhere. I am just curious that's all."

A frown appeared on his face. "I believe I will have to get one of the servants to replace a couple bottles of the wine with other non-alchoholic beverages though I believe Pirotess can keep a bottle or two. If you don't mind me asking, why aren't you staying in the hotel with the rest of the combatants? I know you have room and board elsewhere. I am just curious that's all."

Lenina said, with a shrug: "I felt it was more convienient for me to stay at my place. I live in this town. It wouldn't make sense to go to Manhattan and stay at a hotel when I already had a place here. That's my reason."

"Sleeping on the battlefield for years dirty and filthy while the insects threaten to carry you off; I would have been grateful for the change of pace. A fresh shower and a soft pillow goes a long way compared to a tree root in your back." He finished with a small grin.

"Sleeping on the battlefield for years dirty and filthy while the insects threaten to carry you off; I would have been grateful for the change of pace. A fresh shower and a soft pillow goes a long way compared to a tree root in your back." He finished with a small grin.

Lenina nodded, and then said, "Well, to each his own I suppose..."

She then went back to her seat, and began nibbling....

ooc: is it just a little lonely in here or is it me?

IC:
Ashram walked back over to a waiting Pirotess. "It seems you made a new friend my Lord."

Jealousy? The thought played through his mind for a moment but being with this woman for so many years and experiencing so much together, she should know better. "Hardly. I was asking a woman's opinion on what the best food was. Here, try this sweet. It is apparently called an Oreo. Rumored to be very good."

Pirotess looked at him curiously and then nibbled at the edge of the oreo. Then took another bite, this one larger. Her pointed ears began to twitch which showed Ashram that she liked it. A smile spread on his face. "Shall I get you another one?"

She nodded sheepishly and Ashram got up laughing to go fetch a few more oreos.

OOC: Don't worry, I'm making a few gentle pokes on the OOC Thread....I'll even send some TGs as a reminder.

Lenina nodded, and then said, "Well, to each his own I suppose..."

She then went back to her seat, and began nibbling....

As Lenina was eating, she noticed the exchange in the Abh table, and found it interesting indeed...she then pulled out her MiniGamestation, and loaded up "MacGyver: The Game," proceeding to tackle a mission where MacGyver had to free a hostage being held by a terrorist group with only tube socks, a Cher CD, thumbtacks, a risque Rei Ayanami action figure, and a rubberband. The MacGyver theme played, as she tried to sneak through...

She then softy cursed to herself, "Farkin' game."

Meanwhile, the Commissioner looked at his watch, and sighed...

ooc: Ah MacGyver. Great show. Don't forget the pocket knife!

IC:
Ashram returned with a few extra oreos and sat back down. "I was told that this is one of the finest inns that New Dornalia has to offer. There is supposedly drink within our room and the beds are rumored to be very soft and warm. I believe that this wasn't such a bad idea afterall. If nothing else, it is pleasant to be in a new scene. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to give up my title of emperor of Marmo and join the Abh. From all reports, the island has drastically improved and the last hordes of goblins are being hunted down."

Pirotess smiled seeing his change of mood. "Yes my Lord. I believe your decision was a wise one."

bump

Descending onto the Great American City of New York City, a large, silver dragon used his own wings to fly down to JFK International. This is Lord Ryujin, Prince of the Core Dragons and Deputy Governor of Coredia on Earth (His Father's the Governor), not to mention a loyal friend and powerful ally of the ruling Masaki Clan. He learned of this tournament from the Holonet and decided, with Coredians cheering on from home and buying tickets to see the battles firsthand, to join the fray and test his powers against other equally powerful warriors. He hoped they would prove a challenge to a Dragon like him.

"JFK International, this is Dragon 1 preparing for landing, over." The Silver One growled into a comlink headset over the whistling wind.

"JFK International, this is Dragon 1 preparing for landing, over." The Silver One growled into a comlink headset over the whistling wind.

The operators at the tower looked out, and one of them said at the sight, "Holy farkin s*it."

Many of the operators had seen dragons before; but still, it was quite a sight to see one in New York of all places. They were awed by the presence. Some began praying to their respective gods. Some swore off alcohol for the rest of their lives. Others were amazed.

The main controller said with a slight quiver in his voice, "Dragon 1, we see you loud and clear. Enter Skyway 34 and proceed to the VIP area, over."

"Thank you." It pays to be polite, even as the Dragon turned off his comms to chuckle at the emotions of awe and fear rolling off the traffic controllers.

Heading to the skyway labeled Number 34, Lord Ryujin landed nimbly and was immedately covered with a silvery light as he transformed from a large and dangerous beast to a handsome young man with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore familiar Jedi robes with an elegantly built lightsaber and as he dusted himself off, immediately headed to the VIP area.

The same motorcade and honor guard that had brought Ashram and the Abh to the Waldorf-Astoria was waiting for Ryujin here. They saluted him, unfazed by Ryujin's transformation, and the leader of them said motioning to one of the Cadillac limos, "Sir, the others are at the Waldorf-Astoria. Please step into the car."

OOC: Lets jsut say he already entered the system and landed.
IC:
Varus entered the ballroom wearing ceremonial chainmail. It barely made a sound as he moved and one who looked close would see tiny inscriptions. Eac link had a paragraph of text, and together they formed a book, one of Varus's favorites.

"Very well." Ryujin stepped into the car and waited to be taken away.

OOC: Lets jsut say he already entered the system and landed.
IC:
Varus entered the ballroom wearing ceremonial chainmail. It barely made a sound as he moved and one who looked close would see tiny inscriptions. Eac link had a paragraph of text, and together they formed a book, one of Varus's favorites.

Lenina looked up and saw the next man to come in. The chainmail stood out, and she could make out some kind of inscription on it to be sure. The Commissioner, meanwhile, said, "Good day. We're just assembling here while the contestants get here. There's refreshments if you want them, and feel free to chat."

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Meanwhile, Ryujin's motorcade took him to the hotel, posthaste. The reception of the crowds for the Coredian contestant was large; flags of the Masaki Clan were being waved and signs generally supportive of Ryujin were being held up as well, and cheers from fans that got close (but not too close, thanks to the guards) could be heard.

The motorcade stopped, and Ryujin was let out, to the tune of bellboys saluting him and directing him to the Ballroom.

Varus bowed "Okay." He wandered over to the refreshment table, and grabbed a couple oreos.

Varus bowed "Okay." He wandered over to the refreshment table, and grabbed a couple oreos.

Lenina then jumped in with: "Try the coffee."

Varus finished his last oreo, and poured himself a cup of coffee, but did not drink. "Is it good, or are you trying to trick me?" Varus grinned.

Varus finished his last oreo, and poured himself a cup of coffee, but did not drink. "Is it good, or are you trying to trick me?" Varus grinned.

Lenina said, "It's not bad. Not that Taster's Choice crap, for sure."

Varus drank. The coffee seemed okay, but he preferred the oreos, and said so. He grabbed a couple more.

Erkum wasn't alone when he walked in. He wasn't TRUSTED alone, not overly burdened mentally, and big as he was he waws always found at Krindis back. Krindi Fain had met him as a private in the Diaspran Infantry regiments. Now they served in the Presidents own, Krindi as a captain, and Erkum as a Sergeant. Krindi was tall, at about 3 and a half meters tall. Erkum towered over even him, standing in at just over 4 meters tall. Massive as anything, he was the Solarin entrant into the tournament, and with the Armor he had stashed away, he'd be one of the most dangerous.

Erkum wasn't alone when he walked in. He wasn't TRUSTED alone, not overly burdened mentally, and big as he was he waws always found at Krindis back. Krindi Fain had met him as a private in the Diaspran Infantry regiments. Now they served in the Presidents own, Krindi as a captain, and Erkum as a Sergeant. Krindi was tall, at about 3 and a half meters tall. Erkum towered over even him, standing in at just over 4 meters tall. Massive as anything, he was the Solarin entrant into the tournament, and with the Armor he had stashed away, he'd be one of the most dangerous.

The Commissioner was astounded that there was somebody that large in the universe; he greeted Erkum with a smile and with some awe at his height. He did say, "Good day. You're a bit shorter than they say you are. Again, there's refreshments, try the coffee, all that jazz."

Lenina looked at Erkum and thought to herself, astounded, "Holy s*it. I hope somebody gets him first. He's a monster."

The Commissioner was astounded that there was somebody that large in the universe; he greeted Erkum with a smile and with some awe at his height. He did say, "Good day. You're a bit shorter than they say you are. Again, there's refreshments, try the coffee, all that jazz."

Lenina looked at Erkum and thought to herself, astounded, "Holy s*it. I hope somebody gets him first. He's a monster."

Erkum mad a complex gesture with his false-hands, signifying confusion, "Coffee?"

Erkum mad a complex gesture with his false-hands, signifying confusion, "Coffee?"

Lenina said, somewhat surprised: "It's a drink, made from roasted beans. Favored for its high caffeine content. Goes great with milk and sugar. And, if you know what it is, I apologize in advance. And, it's in that steel container," pointing to the metal drum with a dispenser on it.

Lenina said, somewhat surprised: "It's a drink, made from roasted beans. Favored for its high caffeine content. Goes great with milk and sugar. And, if you know what it is, I apologize in advance. And, it's in that steel container," pointing to the metal drum with a dispenser on it.

"Ok... I've never had Coffee before... Haven't you got any beer?"

"Erkum, you see what they have? What you see is likely what you get."

"Oh. No beer?"

Meanwhile, Ryujin's motorcade took him to the hotel, posthaste. The reception of the crowds for the Coredian contestant was large; flags of the Masaki Clan were being waved and signs generally supportive of Ryujin were being held up as well, and cheers from fans that got close (but not too close, thanks to the guards) could be heard.

The motorcade stopped, and Ryujin was let out, to the tune of bellboys saluting him and directing him to the Ballroom.
Waving at all his fans, Ryujin quickly moved into the ballroom, where he spotted several other potential contestants. With a practiced eye, he began eyeing the competition...

"Ok... I've never had Coffee before... Haven't you got any beer?"

"Erkum, you see what they have? What you see is likely what you get."

"Oh. No beer?"

Lenina raised an eyebrow. Beer? Before a fight? This guy must be really good or really bad to be able to take on some Dutch Courage in competition.

She then said, "I think the staff can get ye something. Though it'll probably cost more."

She then flagged down a busboy working the refreshment table, and asked him about some beer. He nodded, and returned with some Guinness and Sam Adams Boston Ale beer. She then nodded, and handed him a wad of bills.

Turning to Erkum, she said, "Well, we got you some beer. Take your pick. Anyway, you owe me."

Waving at all his fans, Ryujin quickly moved into the ballroom, where he spotted several other potential contestants. With a practiced eye, he began eyeing the competition...

The Commissioner greeted him, and then Lenina walked to him, extending a hand and saying, "Hey. I'm Lenina Zhao, I'm the hometown fighter, as it were. Judging by the favorable reception, you must be from CoreWorlds."

Lenina raised an eyebrow. Beer? Before a fight? This guy must be really good or really bad to be able to take on some Dutch Courage in competition.

She then said, "I think the staff can get ye something. Though it'll probably cost more."

She then flagged down a busboy working the refreshment table, and asked him about some beer. He nodded, and returned with some Guinness and Sam Adams Boston Ale beer. She then nodded, and handed him a wad of bills.

Turning to Erkum, she said, "Well, we got you some beer. Take your pick. Anyway, you owe me."

Erkum systematically opened and chugged 6 of each. A dozen beers if 3 minutes? Nothing. No fuzzy vision, no stumbling, no slurring, no effects at all.

"Why does their beer suck?"

OOC: Please note, he is something like THIRTEEN feet tall, and SEVERAL hundred pounds heavier than my own 200 at 6'1". He can handle his liquor.

Erkum systematically opened and chugged 6 of each. A dozen beers if 3 minutes? Nothing. No fuzzy vision, no stumbling, no slurring, no effects at all.

"Why does their beer suck?"

Lenina then said, somewhat taken aback by Erkum's candor, "Funny. I'd expect a little more gratitude from a guy I bought beer for. What would you prefer?"

The Commissioner greeted him, and then Lenina walked to him, extending a hand and saying, "Hey. I'm Lenina Zhao, I'm the hometown fighter, as it were. Judging by the favorable reception, you must be from CoreWorlds."
"You don't know the half of it." Ryujin grinned and held out his hand. "Ryujin."

Lenina then said, somewhat taken aback by Erkum's candor, "Funny. I'd expect a little more gratitude from a guy I bought beer for. What would you prefer?"

"Flavor?"

OOC: Dude, in the grand scheme of things, American beer blows.

Varus coughed. "I believe it is targeted at human metabolisms. Yours. like mine, is probably more resistant to the alcohol."

Varus coughed. "I believe it is targeted at human metabolisms. Yours. like mine, is probably more resistant to the alcohol."

"It's just not tasty..."

"I do not know then."

"It's just not tasty..."

Lenina's absolute anger was now roused. It was one thing to mock New Dornalian beer. But it was quite another to be ungrateful.

She then said, curtly and holding back the urge to inflict bodily harm upon Erkum: "I get it. Okay?! I f*king get it. Ha, ha, New Dornalians make cheap beer. Save it.

Next time, if you think our hospitality isn't good enough, you bring your own beer. Capisce?"

The Commissioner said to Lenina, his head in his hands: "Ms. Zhao, please settle down. Mr. Erkum, mind your tongue. There is no need to be redundant."

OOC: I am slightly offended your man rejected Guinness. Guinness is actually Irish, man (you knew that). The version here in the US may have some differences, but bar none, I've tried plenty of beers (American and foreign) in my time, and I have found it to be one of the best. There is no bad Guinness.

"You don't know the half of it." Ryujin grinned and held out his hand. "Ryujin."

Lenina shook it, and said, "It's an honor. How was your trip?"

Lenina shook it, and said, "It's an honor. How was your trip?"
"Fine. I did have to travel over the seas to get here, but it was otherwise a good trip." Ryujin said.

The demon sword began to rattle in its sheath while a pink aura began to drift upwards around Ashram. A black gauntlet clapsed around where the hilt met the sheath. Ashram turned to his dark elf companion Pirotess. "Pirotess, take care of things for me here. Once all the formalities are finished, ask a servant where our room is."

"Yes my Lord. Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine Pirotess. Just do as I say and come to the room when you are finished."

Ashram hooked the sword to his belt and grabbed the nearest servant. "Where are the representatives from the Abh Empire staying?"

"Fine. I did have to travel over the seas to get here, but it was otherwise a good trip." Ryujin said.

Lenina said, "The sea, eh? Yeah, New York Harbor can get pretty interesting at times. I hear old-timers complain that ever since we went to the stars, New York's skyline's been cluttered with all kinds of aircraft and spacecraft. Meh."

-----

The staff member Ashram asked said, "Room 404, sir. Why?"

Lenina said, "The sea, eh? Yeah, New York Harbor can get pretty interesting at times. I hear old-timers complain that ever since we went to the stars, New York's skyline's been cluttered with all kinds of aircraft and spacecraft. Meh."
"Sounds like home. You should hear some of the elders." Ryujin chuckled.

"There are some things I must attend to. Do not worry though. I am leaving my second in command to represent me should I miss any of the celebrations."

Lenina's absolute anger was now roused. It was one thing to mock New Dornalian beer. But it was quite another to be ungrateful.

She then said, curtly and holding back the urge to inflict bodily harm upon Erkum: "I get it. Okay?! I f*king get it. Ha, ha, New Dornalians make cheap beer. Save it.

Next time, if you think our hospitality isn't good enough, you bring your own beer. Capisce?"

The Commissioner said to Lenina, his head in his hands: "Ms. Zhao, please settle down. Mr. Erkum, mind your tongue. There is no need to be redundant."

OOC: I am slightly offended your man rejected Guinness. Guinness is actually Irish, man (you knew that). The version here in the US may have some differences, but bar none, I've tried plenty of beers (American and foreign) in my time, and I have found it to be one of the best. There is no bad Guinness.

"Rudundant?"

OOC: Yes, but the american version blows. Offer him some Stolichnaya, or Jack, or something that doesn't BLOW.

"Rudundant?"

OOC: Yes, but the american version blows. Offer him some Stolichnaya, or Jack, or something that doesn't BLOW.

OOC: :rolleyes: I was gonna put out some whiskey on the table anyway. We get it. Don't be a jerk about it; calm yourself.

BTW, she's screaming at Erkum in Yiddish. Why? Not sure.

IC:

The Commissioner then said, "What Ms. Zhao said. Bring the man some Jack Daniels."

The staff promptly brought him six bottles of Gentleman Jack, and several shot glasses.

Lenina said to Ryujin, "Yeah." She then said to Erkum, with a lot of contempt, "Speaking of elders, there was an old man once who had a few words appropriate for this occasion. Gai kaken oifen yam, Gantseh K'nacker!-Get lost, big shot!"

"There are some things I must attend to. Do not worry though. I am leaving my second in command to represent me should I miss any of the celebrations."

The staff man said bowing slightly: "Yes, sir."

OOC: :rolleyes: I was gonna put out some whiskey on the table anyway. We get it. Don't be a jerk about it; calm yourself.

BTW, she's screaming at Erkum in Yiddish. Why? Not sure.

IC:

The Commissioner then said, "What Ms. Zhao said. Bring the man some Jack Daniels."

The staff promptly brought him six bottles of Gentleman Jack, and several shot glasses.

Lenina said to Ryujin, "Yeah." She then said to Erkum, with a lot of contempt, "Speaking of elders, there was an old man once who had a few words appropriate for this occasion. Gai kaken oifen yam, Gantseh K'nacker!-Get lost, big shot!"

"Say what now? On the other hand, that's beer..." Erkum once again simply chugged a pair of the bottles, before passing one to Krindi.

"Say what now? On the other hand, that's beer..." Erkum once again simply chugged a pair of the bottles, before passing one to Krindi.

Lenina then sighed, and went back to MacGyver: The Game, on her MiniGamestation.

Ashram nodded to the man and headed off down the hall towards his room. After a few minutes, he finally found the room and entered in. The room was quite spacious and well furnished. Ashram walked through the room until he found a closet. It was as good a place as any to let the demon sword rest for awhile and keep out of trouble.

bump...Asbena, kindly get in here, if you please.

The Games Commissioner then said, "Lenina, do you think we have a quorum?"

Lenina then said, shurgging her shoulders, "Sure."

The Commissioner then said, "Attention all contestants. Until the others get here, we'll begin relaying the rules and regulations of the Spartakiade."

He then shuffled a packet of papers and then began reading.

"As you know, the Spartakiade is to take place in Madison Square Garden. Due to media interest, we are also holding matches in Javits Center. So, fights will happen similtaneously in these areas.

The rules are simple. A basic ring, similar in setup to a sumo wrestling ring but with poles at each corner, will be used for play. There will be bulletproof glass and energy shields surrounding the rings for the safety of the audience; a moat of sorts will be left around the ring for safety as well.

Matches will be held for three rounds; those who win two out of three will be declared the winner of the match. If there is a tie, a tie-breaker round will be fought. A combatant will win a round if he/she manages to knock the opponent out of the ring, or render his/her opponent unable to fight either by unconciousness, death, or by dismemberment.

Since this is an elimination style tournament, winners of the various matches will combat one another until an ultimate winner is decided.

The current lineup is as follows (OOC: Since Edokanistanbabengua has not responded for a long period of time, I'm assuming he has declined to participate any further. And I did wire him a TG.):

1. New Dornalia v. CoreWorlds
2. Humankind Abh v.Starenell
3. Solarin League v. Asbena (as Tanthan)
4. Mini Miehm v. Khurgan

A referee will be onsite, monitoring events through cameras in the ring to make rulings.

Any questions?"

Ashram returned to the dinning room without his sword and took his seat next to Pirotess. "What have I missed?"

"They have just announced the rules and it appears that your opponent will be from the nation of Starenell."

"Have you learned anything from them?"

"No my Lord."

The Commissioner then said, "Oh yes. The ultimate prize is the Spartacus Medal. It also comes with a USD$20,000 purse."

Lenina then thought, "Looks like that Ryujin character is going to be my opponent....something seems off about him. He said he flew here...nah, I must be paranoid, I'm sure he used a shuttle. They did say he was a dragon though, so anything's possible."

The Games Commissioner then said, "Lenina, do you think we have a quorum?"

Lenina then said, shurgging her shoulders, "Sure."

The Commissioner then said, "Attention all contestants. Until the others get here, we'll begin relaying the rules and regulations of the Spartakiade."

He then shuffled a packet of papers and then began reading.

"As you know, the Spartakiade is to take place in Madison Square Garden. Due to media interest, we are also holding matches in Javits Center. So, fights will happen similtaneously in these areas.

The rules are simple. A basic ring, similar in setup to a sumo wrestling ring but with poles at each corner, will be used for play. There will be bulletproof glass and energy shields surrounding the rings for the safety of the audience; a moat of sorts will be left around the ring for safety as well.

Matches will be held for three rounds; those who win two out of three will be declared the winner of the match. If there is a tie, a tie-breaker round will be fought. A combatant will win a round if he/she manages to knock the opponent out of the ring, or render his/her opponent unable to fight either by unconciousness, death, or by dismemberment.

Since this is an elimination style tournament, winners of the various matches will combat one another until an ultimate winner is decided.

The current lineup is as follows (OOC: Since Edokanistanbabengua has not responded for a long period of time, I'm assuming he has declined to participate any further. And I did wire him a TG.):

1. New Dornalia v. CoreWorlds
2. Humankind Abh v.Starenell
3. Solarin League v. Asbena (as Tanthan)
4. Mini Miehm v. Khurgan

A referee will be onsite, monitoring events through cameras in the ring to make rulings.

Any questions?"

"This ought to be interesting enough. I guess it's time to rock. When do we start?"

"This ought to be interesting enough. I guess it's time to rock. When do we start?"

The Games Commissioner then said, "When the other contestants arrive. Then, we'll rock, as it were. By the way, you're all welcome to make your own flashy entrances, with theme music."

OOC: MM, this reminds me-can you bring Roger in to speed things up? And see if you can nudge Khurgan back into action-I sent him a TG, but he never replied....

The Games Commissioner then said, "When the other contestants arrive. Then, we'll rock, as it were. By the way, you're all welcome to make your own flashy entrances, with theme music."

OOC: MM, this reminds me-can you bring Roger in to speed things up? And see if you can nudge Khurgan back into action-I sent him a TG, but he never replied....

OOC: That was Roger. I was to lazy to post an intro again. I'm not on MSN, and Khurgan isn't on AIM right now.

Woops... Wrong nation... You get the point!

IC:

"Welcome to the Jungle."

OOC: That was Roger. I was to lazy to post an intro again. I'm not on MSN, and Khurgan isn't on AIM right now.

Woops... Wrong nation... You get the point!

IC:

"Welcome to the Jungle."

Lenina then said, "Black Betty by Ram Jam."

Lenina then said, "Black Betty by Ram Jam."

OOC: As TSL this time...

IC:

"Krindi... What are these odd people talking about?"

"Music, Erkum. They are talking about music."

"Like Cambreath? I like Cambreath."

"No, not quite like Cambreath Erkum."

OOC: As TSL this time...

IC:

"Krindi... What are these odd people talking about?"

"Music, Erkum. They are talking about music."

"Like Cambreath? I like Cambreath."

"No, not quite like Cambreath Erkum."

The Games Commissioner then said, overhearing the last part about Cambreath, "If you wanna use that for your theme music, then that's fine."

OOC: Sorry for not posting, finals week is a bitch and I sorta lost the link to this thread. That and you REALLY don't want Aduro in the same room as you, he's not completely sane... So, just assume that he's there, kept locked in some dark dank cell until the match.

OOC: Sorry for not posting, finals week is a bitch and I sorta lost the link to this thread. That and you REALLY don't want Aduro in the same room as you, he's not completely sane... So, just assume that he's there, kept locked in some dark dank cell until the match.

OOC: That's fine.

IC:

The Games Commissioner was waiting on the Khurganate Competitor..then, an attendant whispered a message in his ear. It seemed that he had been detained at in a holding cell somewhere downtown due to a massive brawl in the Terminal until the matches.

The Games Commissioner then said, overhearing the last part about Cambreath, "If you wanna use that for your theme music, then that's fine."

"Ok. Cambreath is cool."

OOC: You ever hear The Ballad of Cambreath? It's insane. Beware the pipes!

"Ok. Cambreath is cool."

OOC: You ever hear The Ballad of Cambreath? It's insane. Beware the pipes!

OOC: Can't say I've had, though I do have a small affection for the pipes.

OOC: Can't say I've had, though I do have a small affection for the pipes.

OOC: My bad, MARCH of Cambreath:

Axes flash, broadsword swing, shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield, fight those bastards till they yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan, fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry, how many of them can we make die?

Follow orders as you're told, make their yellow blood run cold
Fight until you die or drop, a force like ours is hard to stop
Close your mind to stress and pain, fight till you're no longer sane
Let not one damn cur pass by, how many of them can we make die?

Guard your women and children well, send these bastards back to hell
We'll teach them the ways of war, they won't come here any more
Use your shield and use your head, fight till everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky, how many of them can we make die?

Dawn has broke, the time has come, move your feet to a marching drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll, we'll fight as one in heart and soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan, fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry, how many of them can we make die?
How many of them can we make die?

It's insane. Written some time in the '90s.

OOC: (Breaking out the Celebrity Jeopardy Alex Trebek voice once more): Wow.

(normal voice) Sounds very anti-war...but that's just me being cynical.

Now, to get Asbena to post.

IC:

The Games Commissioner then said, "Well, while we're waiting for everybody to arrive, we'll begin passing out room keys.

Rooms are in this order-

Solarin League-Room 401
CoreWorlds-Room 402
Tanthan-Room 403
Humankind Abh-Room 404 (they got their room)
Mini Miehm-Room 405
Starnell-Room 406

Ms. Zhao has her own lodgings, so she will not be with you. As for the Khurganate Candidate, he is held up at the moment."

OOC: (Breaking out the Celebrity Jeopardy Alex Trebek voice once more): Wow.

(normal voice) Sounds very anti-war...but that's just me being cynical.

Now, to get Asbena to post.

IC:

The Games Commissioner then said, "Well, while we're waiting for everybody to arrive, we'll begin passing out room keys.

Rooms are in this order-

Solarin League-Room 401
CoreWorlds-Room 402
Tanthan-Room 403
Humankind Abh-Room 404 (they got their room)
Mini Miehm-Room 405
Starnell-Room 406

Ms. Zhao has her own lodgings, so she will not be with you. As for the Khurganate Candidate, he is held up at the moment."

OOC: It likely is. Sounds seriously kickass though. Google it sometime, or Heather Alexander, she has a clip of it on her site.

IC:


"Thank you. Krindi, do we go now?"

"Yes Erkum, let's go."

"Destiny of Darkness if you please"

Ashram already had the room key and slid it over towards Pirotess for her to take.

The Games Commissioner then said, "Lenina, do you think we have a quorum?"

Lenina then said, shurgging her shoulders, "Sure."

The Commissioner then said, "Attention all contestants. Until the others get here, we'll begin relaying the rules and regulations of the Spartakiade."

He then shuffled a packet of papers and then began reading.

"As you know, the Spartakiade is to take place in Madison Square Garden. Due to media interest, we are also holding matches in Javits Center. So, fights will happen similtaneously in these areas.

The rules are simple. A basic ring, similar in setup to a sumo wrestling ring but with poles at each corner, will be used for play. There will be bulletproof glass and energy shields surrounding the rings for the safety of the audience; a moat of sorts will be left around the ring for safety as well.

Matches will be held for three rounds; those who win two out of three will be declared the winner of the match. If there is a tie, a tie-breaker round will be fought. A combatant will win a round if he/she manages to knock the opponent out of the ring, or render his/her opponent unable to fight either by unconciousness, death, or by dismemberment.

Since this is an elimination style tournament, winners of the various matches will combat one another until an ultimate winner is decided.

The current lineup is as follows (OOC: Since Edokanistanbabengua has not responded for a long period of time, I'm assuming he has declined to participate any further. And I did wire him a TG.):

1. New Dornalia v. CoreWorlds
2. Humankind Abh v.Starenell
3. Solarin League v. Asbena (as Tanthan)
4. Mini Miehm v. Khurgan

A referee will be onsite, monitoring events through cameras in the ring to make rulings.

Any questions?"
"So my opponent is from New Dornelia...interesting." Ryujin mused. Then he heard room assignments and something about flashy entrances. "Maybe I'll go for the Jurassic Park theme. With flames." He chuckled as he acquired a key and entered his room.

Varus took the key and bowed, then began walking silently up to his room. He thought about his opponent. "Hmmm. An Abh. Sounds like a good fight."

"A Primarch? That's not good... I better get rested up. Oh well. I'd like Ride the Lightning for my entance if you will."

"A Primarch? That's not good... I better get rested up. Oh well. I'd like Ride the Lightning for my entance if you will."

"I'll allow it," said the Commissioner.

"So my opponent is from New Dornelia...interesting." Ryujin mused. Then he heard room assignments and something about flashy entrances. "Maybe I'll go for the Jurassic Park theme. With flames." He chuckled as he acquired a key and entered his room.

Ryujin, and the other contestants, would find only the finest rooms here. Tastefully decorated with artworks from the Edwardian era and Modern American art, the rooms were spacious (with high ceilings), the beds comfy (with silk sheets), a desk for work, and any accoutrement they wanted. The minibar was well stocked, with only the finest whiskeys, vodkas, Romulan Ales, what had you, and drinks for those who abstained from alcohol. There was HoloNet Access, and any and all methods of communicating with the galaxy were installed.

Plus, the rooms were specially reinforced and soundproofed for these guests, should they decide to do some training in them. Otherwise, they could always use the downstairs gym, or use the parks. And, they had room service.

As stealthy as a ninja Motoko Kitsunai appeared in a little ionic trail. Her body which started as an etheral being became solidified and she stood in the ballroom on the corner.

Dressed in a polyyne-alloy cape, she walked up and signed in, getting registration out of the way as fast as possible.

OOC: Yes I am here.

As stealthy as a ninja Motoko Kitsunai appeared in a little ionic trail. Her body which started as an etheral being became solidified and she stood in the ballroom on the corner.

Dressed in a polyyne-alloy cape, she walked up and signed in, getting registration out of the way as fast as possible.

OOC: Yes I am here.

OOC: Thanks, man. I really appreciate this. :)

IC:

The Games Commissioner then said, "Welcome, Ms. Kitsunai."

The attendant handed the card key to her room, No. 403, and then the Commissioner handed her a copy of the rules.

"Here's the rules, y'know, for future reference."

"As you know, the Spartakiade is to take place in Madison Square Garden. Due to media interest, we are also holding matches in Javits Center. So, fights will happen similtaneously in these areas.

The rules are simple. A basic ring, similar in setup to a sumo wrestling ring but with poles at each corner, will be used for play. There will be bulletproof glass and energy shields surrounding the rings for the safety of the audience; a moat of sorts will be left around the ring for safety as well.

Matches will be held for three rounds; those who win two out of three will be declared the winner of the match. If there is a tie, a tie-breaker round will be fought. A combatant will win a round if he/she manages to knock the opponent out of the ring, or render his/her opponent unable to fight either by unconciousness, death, or by dismemberment.

Since this is an elimination style tournament, winners of the various matches will combat one another until an ultimate winner is decided.

The current lineup is as follows (OOC: Since Edokanistanbabengua has not responded for a long period of time, I'm assuming he has declined to participate any further. And I did wire him a TG.):

1. New Dornalia v. CoreWorlds
2. Humankind Abh v.Starenell
3. Solarin League v. Asbena (as Tanthan)
4. Mini Miehm v. Khurgan

A referee will be onsite, monitoring events through cameras in the ring to make rulings

Erkum went to his room, unpacked his massive armor suit, and began setting up the charging system. Krindi was with him, very carefully setting up the Plasma Cannon. And VERY carefully putting in his own lockout on the safety overrides on the Cannon. Erkum would NOT be allowed to simply detonate this big bastard to kill his opponent, while hoping his suit survived.

Motoko took the card and bowed, "Thank you." She headed back to her corner to watch the other contestants.

Motoko took the card and bowed, "Thank you." She headed back to her corner to watch the other contestants.

Lenina then put MacGyver the Game aside, and walked up to Motoko. She then said, "Not a bad entrance there. There's some light refreshments, y'know. Feel free to take some."

She then said, trying to make small talk: "Say...you know who you're up against, right? Word says he's a pretty tough guy."

She looked over to her and nodded, "I hope so. Most people in Tanthan are weak and can't even compare to my strength, so finding a good rival is challenging. Heh...maybe I can offer some of these people a job in the mines, always need another foreman to make sure the machinery is working and help repair it. Good rewarding honest work, best thing next to the capsules."

She flexed her muscles and smirked, "How about you? Are you one of those badasses?" Her crude speech seemed augmented by her translator, that fact she was crass and a little rude did not escape many in Tanthan either. Tough as nails and twice as brutal as a shot in the gut, the way she carried herself like a General had to be admired.

She looked over to her and nodded, "I hope so. Most people in Tanthan are weak and can't even compare to my strength, so finding a good rival is challenging. Heh...maybe I can offer some of these people a job in the mines, always need another foreman to make sure the machinery is working and help repair it. Good rewarding honest work, best thing next to the capsules."

She flexed her muscles and smirked, "How about you? Are you one of those badasses?" Her crude speech seemed augmented by her translator, that fact she was crass and a little rude did not escape many in Tanthan either. Tough as nails and twice as brutal as a shot in the gut, the way she carried herself like a General had to be admired.

Lenina took one look at her and thought with some dismay: "Dang....she's got an attitude."

Lenina then said, with a bit of sarcasm and a chuckle: "Well, if by a "badass," you mean one of the best martial artists in the People's Acolytes and in the whole Workers State, I'd say yeah. But I try to keep a genial profile and a sense of sportsmanship about myself."

"Join the military, your first name becomes your rank. Only place in the universe that you can show superiority to civilians. Place pride it and may your life be fortitutious and full of faith and temperance."

"Join the military, your first name becomes your rank. Only place in the universe that you can show superiority to civilians. Place pride it and may your life be fortitutious and full of faith and temperance."

Lenina then said, "I'm a member of the People's Acolytes. Rank's Acolyte, 1st Class. Not quite a Master, but I may pass soon. This may be my final exam. So I am in a semi-military outfit."

Motoko nodded, "If I am to pass to the highest level in Tanthan I must show dominance over the best fighters in the universe and its one of the main reasons for coming here. When I see the gate....I'll know I will have reached the end."

She took a step back and sighed, "We can use any weapon in our fights, but my weapon is a double edged sword.....I need to be on the verge of death to ascend and if I mess up, I'll be killed in the hellfire that will consume my body..."

Motoko nodded, "If I am to pass to the highest level in Tanthan I must show dominance over the best fighters in the universe and its one of the main reasons for coming here. When I see the gate....I'll know I will have reached the end."

She took a step back and sighed, "We can use any weapon in our fights, but my weapon is a double edged sword.....I need to be on the verge of death to ascend and if I mess up, I'll be killed in the hellfire that will consume my body..."

Lenina thought to herself, "She just gave herself away..."

She then said, "A double edged? Nice. How's it handle?"