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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:21 pm
 A husky voice is heard over the sound devices affixed in the sonic cascade particles in the air sultry and passionate. It’s the voice of the game announcer for the galactic game called simply the competition. It is the most grueling and dangerous game in existence taking any participants far beyond their limits and reshaping them into those known simply as the Nike. Supreme athletes and warriors whose only drive is to become the universal champion winning the honor of everyone everywhere and have your name live as legend throughout the universe as the most supreme participant in all the competition. Status, recognition, money, influence, raw power and resources are thrown at your feet. The universal champion gains it all. The announcer calls out over the transmitted roar of trillions upon trillions of viewers cries transmitted directly into the air from their respective locations. It was a sound unlike anything else anywhere else in the universe and could lift a soul’s heart to godlike levels of competitive thrill and inspiration. Round after round had come and gone over the 24 months since this competition had begun. Nike had died and lived to die later always moving from the outer edges inward to reach the final arena where those who remain to reach its spaces come to finally finish things. It was finally time, two and only two remained. Student and master now faced off against one another. The current champion Uulur Roodrok and his student of 90 years Ammaran Ionosis would meet on the field of the competition to determine who would claim the title of universal champion…
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:07 pm
The Competition was held in a massive space station the size of Sol, the earth's sun. In the very core was the final battleground, where Uulur stood.
If the Hermia had anything that could be accounted for as gender, then Uulur would be considered a 'he'. Well built and well muscles, with skin as white as paper and pale red eyes. Her lips were a red black, and she had wolfish, sharp and angular features. Her armor was black, as it was the universal champion armor, and she wore no helmet. Her hair was black as midnight, and was a little shorted then shoulder length. She had several small red jewel like things around her collar. On the armor of her left arm were a great deal of red dots. She waited for her former student in the center of the station with a hard stare and a graceful shifting of her weight. But it wasn't a sexy graceful, oh no; it was a scary type of graceful, like one was being stalked by some huge predator.
"Champion Uulur Roodrok!" The husky voice of the announcer bellowed over the roar of the crowed. "Pick the settings for this final match!"
Uulur tilted her head, her face hard set. The Void Settings.
Immediately all went silent as the Arena faded from sight. The champion was surrounded by black, black, and more black, with the only light being the far off star specks in the far distance. All around her debris from past battles floated in the void... There was no heat, no air, no sound. Just the champion and the void.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:55 pm
Ammaran smiled as she saw the set up. It was Uulur's home and playground. It was THEIR playground. This was a field Ammaran knew well they both did. She had hoped that this would be the choice for their showdown. An epic space battle to rally the crowd and drive them insane when her upset victory would set the stars to roar her name! She had hoped for this... but it didn’t stop her from getting drunk the night before and forgetting to fill a suit cartridge with fresh Oxygen. Thankfully the suits of Hermia are pressurized. Still Ammaran could only hold her breath for four minutes! Whatever she was going to do shed have to hold her breath the whole time... and shed have to win in under four minutes... The drama building was more fantastic by the second as she drifted to a large mass of space junk and looked close for Uulur...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:27 pm
As Ammaran floated towards the debris, she saw her former mentor and current opponent. it was the pale skin of her face that gave her away as she floated silently in the void, her arms out in a T, waiting for her once student to make a move...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:31 pm
There she was! Damn creepy spector of a Hermia! Ammaran coiled up against the surface of the space junk in preperation to springboard off of it. She kiicked off with a plasma burst for added power and momentum build launching herself at Uulur like a missle...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:42 pm
Uulur saw Ammaran as Ammaran saw her. She brought her arm back slowly and smoothly, then lashed out straight forward as Ammeran came within range. If it struck it slam Ammaran in the neck and send Uulur going backward as her fist connected with her opponent...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:53 pm
Ammaran suddenly flared her arms out wide and spun like a topp bursting from her fists which halted her forward momentum and put the two in close quarters now. Continuing her spin she caught Uulurs arm in her hand and spun down hard forcing them both into a horizontal connected spin. Ammaran kept flaring her feet with intermittent plasma bursts till they both were exsposed to insanely high velocity forces. Ammaran suddenly let Uulur go and reversed her spin while curling into a tight ball to further increase her spin speed flaring out with a double foot kick in oppsite spin with greater speed than Uulur.... if it hit Uulur would notice something was very off...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 10:13 pm
Uulur found that the strike did two things. A) it hurt like hell, and B) she was spinning so fast that she could not stop spinning. No matter what Uulur tries, she kept spinning rapidly like a top.
She eventually slammed so hard into a nearby broken spaceship that her momentum split the thing in half. This stopped her momentum, and she gripped the side of the spaceship, feeling something was going very very very wrong now...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 10:22 pm
Ammaran looked Uulur right dead in the eye... a fire was exploding in those honey orbs. She pun in a kind of summersault over and over plasma flaring now and then to gain the proper angle and path of travel to aim for Uulur she kept getting faster and faster until she was almost a pink ring of motion coming at Uulur like a bullet! Right as Ammaran got to range she flared out in a perfect final smash pose with a powerful down cross hook that burst through force field after force field of Uulur’s head protection... at this speed and with this force... victory was certain! In effect Ammaran was now Universal champion. It was only a matter of a micrometer...
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 10:27 pm
Suddenly all went white as she felt some force drag her back, away from where her mentor and champion had been one microsecond before.
There was a voice... it deeper then the expanse of space itself, it felt as powerful as a planet... yet feminine, sultry slightly sexy. Ammaran did not know what it said, or who said it... but the white then faded to black.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 10:36 pm
Ammaran woke with a start sweat dripping off her currently naked frame hidden under silk sheets... with four other similarly clad women... and one slime surrounding her. It was always the same dream over and over. Of how she could have been the champ and was now here in this hell world Alconia having to start her climb to universal fame all over again... and these people hadn’t even cracked space travel yet! Gah this was horrible!.... then one of the women woke up looking at Ammaran with a come hither gleam in her eyes... Ok perhaps this world wasn’t ALL bad after all... Getting recognized In two universes now THAT would be something!
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