6204/Daughters of Daratar: Investigating Omega
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| Daughters of Daratar: Investigating Omega | |
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| Date of Scene: | 17 January 2019 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Tyran'tar signs up for a fight. |
| Cast of Characters: | Tyran'tar, Mon-El |
| Tinyplot: | Daughters of Daratar |
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Another day on Omega. Tyran'tar was dressed in his tamaranean military uniform and talking with potential clients about work. Most Tamaranean warriors have left offworld to find combat pursuits and Tyran'tar was the only one still in the tamaranean military. Most ignore the green ring on his finger and he just watches as the clients decides to leave. "Ah well." He mutters as he looks around the bar to see who else was here.
- Mon-El has posed:
Eh, a green ring could be just a green ring. But, that uniform gets him a few dirty looks. The types of people that typically frequent this place aren't usually fond of lawmen, which is why they're here in the first place. None of them outright attack him, though.
In fact, everyone seems too busy being excited about an upcoming match at the arenas to pay him -too- much mind, and conversations about the Alpha's champion going up against a new team soon are the hot topic tonight.
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Tyran'tar listens to the rumors and topics. Curious about the alpha's champion, he begins to look to the broadcasts concerning the arena. He had volunteered fighting a few times. Hearing of this alpha was something new and he begins to try and find information on the alpha's champion.
- Mon-El has posed:
As it would happen, there is a network broadcast on a holopanel near the ceiling in the bar, airing various types of media.
Every once and a while there is an advertisement regarding the arenas, showcasing various champions who were popular there. But apparently, right now there is one undefeated champion--a Daxamite named Lar Gand. Any individual or team of individuals (up to a reasonable number, of course) could sign up for their chance to finally beat him as long as they pay a moderate fee. And a chance to gain some repute on Omega along with that.
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Tyran'tar had heard of the Daxamites, a reclusive race, xenophobic, yet here one was, fighting in the arena. The whole thing didnt sound on the up and up and Tyran'tar begins to look to see which teams are registering. He debated on registering, looking for any familiar names in the team roster.
- Mon-El has posed:
The public records that are accessible by the general populace don't contain very much information, just a list of a bunch of unfamiliar names. If Tyran'tar wants to know more, he might need to ask someone, or ask a member of the Alpha. Perhaps if he visits one of the arenas, he might find one of them...
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Easy enough. Tyran'tar begins to fly out of the bar and flew towards the nearest arenas, looking for a member of the alpha. "Where does one find the alpha?" He asks those in the arena once he arrived and he begins to search. A communicator in his pocket allowed him to keep track of clients in the bar.
- Mon-El has posed:
When Tyran'tar arrives at one of the arenas, while there isn't a fight going on at the moment, there are plenty of street vendors wandering about that he could've asked regarding the Alpha. They would simply point to some of the silvery-looking winged mechanoids hovering about the place, keeping an eye on things.
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Tyran'tar begins to approach the mechanoids and flies up to them. "I am looking for the alpha. I wanna find out what it takes to join their ranks." He says to the mechanoid as he watches and waits for a response.
- Mon-El has posed:
The cybernetic creatures turns his way as he speaks to it. "Greetings, welcome to Omega. I am Alpha-103445." As for his question, it shakes its head. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that isn't possible. You are not one of us, but you are welcome to stay here and make a life for yourself for as long as you wish and as long as you do not disrupt our operations. Do you wish to fight in the arena?" it asks.
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Tyran'tar looks around and shrugs. "Sure how would I go about fighting in the arena?" Tyran'tar asks as he looks to the cybernetic creature. He studies it and he looks back to the arena. "I heard a rumor you have an actual Daxamite fighting under you. How did that happen?"
- Mon-El has posed:
103445 pulls out a holographic tablet and pulls up a sign up document of sorts. "You can sign up here. We require a fee to enter the competition, depending on which tier of opponent you choose to face. On the document, there are a variety of choices--about a dozen tiers.
"It is not a rumor. We do have a Daxamite. He is currently the only undefeated champion. Do you wish to try your luck against him?"
- Tyran'tar has posed:
"Why not, I always wanted to know if I could die in the arena." Tyran'tar says sarcastically and begins to sign up. He then begins to pay with the credits from his home world to pay for his entry fee. Thankfully he was a military officer and had enough money to atleast enter the fight.
- Mon-El has posed:
"Excellent!" The mechanoid doesn't exactly have the same sort of face that a humanoid does, but it seems pleased by this development. It hands him a data slug of sorts after he has completed the sign up process. "Here is your pass and all the information you need to get to your match. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact me."
- Tyran'tar has posed:
Tyran'tar takes the data slug and begins to go through it. When it comes to pictures of the daxamite he waits until he is alone. "Ring, compare images of this man with any known faces in the galaxy." He says once he is on his ship and secure away from the rest of the prying eyes of omega.
- Mon-El has posed:
The cross-reference does come up with a match. Indeed, the Daxamite in the arena is Lar Gand, as was advertised back planetside in that bar. He is the younger son of Rhea and Del Gand, who rule the planet Daxam. Well...what's left of its decimated population these days, anyway, given its surface was ravaged by the fallout of Krypton's destruction.