Fighting Pits of Canistel May 23, 2022 22:59:24 GMT -5 Tiyesa likes this
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ARENA PREP ROOM
Master Rimoya glared at the unconscious form that was Keel, as he pointed for the guards that carried the Saiyan to move him to the far corner of the prep room. They did as instructed, before lumping the gladiator onto the ground, then stepped back and resumed defensive positions with weapons in hand. The Ludus doctor entered, and began to assess, before giving a final nod and saying simply:
"He's passed out from overexertion, and his wounds are bad but not life threatening," The doctor looked down to Keel and frowned. "He should regain consciousness soon... for better or worse."
The Canistelean master trainer folded his arms, as he nodded to the doctor, and caught the end of Lord Lúcuma's address to the arena. The event for the week was over, the second Saiyan had been defeated, Keel had managed to avoid death and now they had to deal with the aftermath. It was hard to determine just how Keel would feel once he was awake, let alone how he might act, so Master Rimoya decided to err on the side of caution as he motioned to the doctor, to get attention.
"Sedate him," Master Rimoya said, as he reached up and activated his communicator. "I must speak with Lord Lúcuma. Make sure that Keel remains docile and cooperative, at least for the post-event function."
The doctor nodded and began to do as instructed, while Master Rimoya turned and looked out over the heavily damaged arena beyond the prep room. There was a moment of pause, before the noble answered, and the master trainer cleared his throat to address his superior with an update.
"Lord Lúcuma, I have an update for you," Master Rimoya remained fixated on the deep crater in the sand, as he spoke. "Keel has survived, his wounds aren't life threatening, and the doctor suspects he will regain consciousness soon. That said, I have advised for sedation, in order to keep the monkey under control for the gathering you have planned. I will also place him in reinforced shackles, with an electro-shock collar, to keep him under control for the gathering."
There were a few words said in reply, to which Master Rimoya nodded and turned to glance back at Keel.
"I believe, with continued sedation and precautions, the monkey can be kept in a state that allows for his use for your later plans, yes," The older Canistelean nodded to himself. "If need be, we can simply lock him in seclusion and medicate until needed. Then, once you have finished with him, we can put the pest down quickly and quietly... it should prove no issue, Lord Lúcuma."
Some more words.
"Yes, Lord Lúcuma. It shall be done, I will bring him shortly."
Once the call was over, Master Rimoya pressed his communicator button, then turned to the guards that were nearest the door to exit. He spoke in a clear, deep voice, so there was no misunderstanding:
"Lord Lúcuma will have Keel at the post-event gathering to take place shortly. I want reinforced shackles brought to the monkey, as well as a shock collar, and we will sedate him again if need be--" Master Rimoya pointed to the exit. The guards nodded. "--now go, the nobles are already on their way to the meeting room, and Lord Lúcuma will not be kept waiting!"
As everyone began to move, Master Rimoya could only glare at Keel, who had complicated matters so badly in only an evening...
The first thing Keel recalled after he woke was the cold steel around his form. He was chained and bound, with shackles on his chest, wrists and ankles, which were positioned to allow only the barest ability to walk. His hands were strapped against the chest constraints, and multiple chains were looped and latched, which limited Keel to merely stepping. He also felt the familiar band around his neck, a shock collar, and could assume the state of his existence after the arena fight from that alone...
Guess they don't trust me anymore, Keel thought, though his mind and attention felt slow and groggy. He could understand that, especially if his master had heard the discussion with Courge. Two guards led him down sub-level arena corridors. Mind's all foggy... hard to think, hard to stay awake...
Onward Keel shuffled, with his chained ankles, until he heard a guard mutter something about sedation and no danger. The Saiyan blinked his half-closed eyes as he was manhandled through a doorway, and caught sight of a shadowy individual ahead. The range was too far to see clearly, Keel's eyes blurred, then was jostled to a stop in front of a scrawny and short Canistelean noble - that much was obvious, from the expensive looking clothing the individual wore, though who it was Keel was unsure.
Words were said, the sounds were drowned out by Keel's want to sleep, before he felt a hand on his back. The guard supported Keel, somewhat, with the hand placed to keep the Saiyan upright... to which a sudden jolt of pain was felt against Keel's stomach, before the electrical current passed through his body, and caused him to spasm. The shock of being tasered threw some of the sedation off, as Keel's mind reacted to the threat, and adrenaline began to pump through him; although, in Keel's current restrained state, all he could do was growl and blink rapidly to clear his vision, as the noble's lean features came into focus. And whoever it was, he looked like some kind of rodent, with that opinion only increasing as he spoke.
Good, Keel thought, as he listened. It wasn't like he could do much else presently. Glad you were put out. Probably the first time in your life, you entitled little lordling.
When the mysterious rodent noble mentioned Keel having to kill another Saiyan, after learning he wasn't alone or part of a near-extinct race, the gladiator's dark eyes focused and stared at the noble's yellow ones. Every inch of the stranger's face was etched into Keel's memory in that moment, to be remembered for a lifetime, to recall at an opportunity to deliver a swift punch to that smug mouth...
"I'll tell you once the sedation wears off," Keel muttered, but his words were slurred. "Around the time I can clench a fist and use it... your lordship."
Keel suspected the individual was the son of someone important, as the gladiator had never seen him before, nor heard word of anyone that matched such a description. Chances were this was some kind of personal enjoyment, perhaps the rodent noble was a fan or had some personal stake in Courge's death, beyond betting zeni on the outcome. A rival of some sort, to Lúcuma perhaps? Either way, Keel's eyes narrowed as he tested the restraints with a rattle of chains, as the rodent noble spoke about the scars across the Saiyan's body. A few more barbs were added for good measure, before the rod the noble had held was pressed into the wound on Keel's shoulder--
--Keel growled, as his glare intensified. What the gladiator wouldn't give to be free of the bindings, to snap the scrawny lordling over his knee, and move on with whatever else Lúcuma had planned - because Keel knew it wasn't good, since the nobleman was a vindictive master, prone to making examples of those that went against his wishes. The rodent noble continued to taunt, to which Keel began to snicker and said in a low voice:
"At least I have something to be proud of, which isn't just what caste I was born into," Keel pushed forward suddenly, as he snapped his teeth with a bite. He wasn't close to the rodent noble, but the guard pulled back on the restraints nonetheless. "And you're forgetting how I got these scars - fighting against opponents stronger than you, your little lordship."
The guards were uncomfortable, as Keel began to breathe heavily, his arms and chest strained against the bindings. They knew what could happen when the Saiyan gave in to his rage, and they wanted to stop that happening, especially around a nobleman.
"Calm down, or get zapped," One guard said suddenly, as he reached up and presented the shock collar remote. That same guard looked to the mysterious noble. "Apologies, we don't have much longer before we need to deliver Keel to Lord Lúcuma."
Keel, with agitation slowly receding under threat of being hit with a strong shock, instead turned to look at the rodent noble again and simply waited to see what else the sniveling, scrawny lordling wanted to say...