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Adrian

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Adrian

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PART I.

It has been several months since Oceania's victory, several months since Eurasia's troops retreated back into the shadows. The enemy has been silent. Some anticipate another war to break out soon, others claim Eurasia will soon give themselves up. In the meantime, Oceania is left to entertain itself. The Arena has been opened again: a grand dome-less amphitheater that can hold thousands upon thousands of spectators upon tiers of concrete. In the middle, an elaborate maze of a battlefield: intricate pathways walled high, with secret passages beneath the ground in which feral beasts lie in wait.

Today, the soldiers will train here in purview of the public, as they often do in times like these where entertainment is scarce. Oceania shall fight the enslaved Eurasians once more, for the masses are hungry for blood. And blood shall be spilt, although no deaths are expected to occur. On either end of the arena, the gates open and the fight begins. The bets have been made. The banners are risen.

The objective is simple: survive.

  LIVING LEGEND - CLUB DANGER
 
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The Kodiak

It wouldn’t be fair.

The Kodiak stood ready, his carbon fiber augments flexing as he brought his focus to bear. If he’d have had his druthers, he’d be standing here in his fatigues, staring through the bars of the gate ahead, eager to see how he’d progressed in his training. Rather, to see what he’d retained from his years in the war. They were still awkward, his augments, though they moved with almost a more natural feeling than his birth arms ever did. Maybe it was the smoothness, the instantaneous response of synthetic muscle to direct and push synthetic bone. His natural arms had some small imperceptible delay that he’d have otherwise never noticed.

No, these cybernetic enhancements were exactly that in nearly every way that counted, and they had frustratingly not seen use during the War. Lt. Colonel Curtis Merriam, the Kodiak himself, sat out Eurasia’s final retreat into obscurity, all because some damn magic assassin had-

Like a runner judge’s pistol, the gates swung open to unleash the restrained. The Kodiak leapt forward, seeking an opponent worth the effort of testing himself on, and not giving one damn about the entertainment-starved masses that sought out a substitute for the advertised and all-too-soon concluded War. His medals shown brightly on his uniform, his costume by which his fans could recognize him easily; he was required to wear it. The audience wanted a blood bath; there was sure to be retribution in the ratings that he chose to not wear his iconic Battle Enhancements, the massive power arms his superiors had advertised so aggressively. Curtis had opted out, thinking them unfair.

But the blood starved masses didn’t give two shits about fair.