Mandrayk continues to watch the bloody spectacle of the arena with casual ease as fighter are maimed, burned and disembowelled in the name of entrainment. Who ever said live theatre was dead. Rasper and Owen had collected his little helping hand, good it would pay to keep it alive its advice in later stages will be important.
“Sir the grids lighting up over half the sector is watching, were getting special requests and payment from all over…. They want more sir”
Fredrick grinned and leaned back in his chair and plump, smug spider in its web.
“Doctor?”
“Yes sir “
Mandrayk responded startling a few of the workers as he append by Fredrick’s seat, no one had even see him stand.
“Lets wet their appetite shall we…release a few of those little surprises you showed me”
Of course sir…might I suggest subject 285/b? We don’t want to ed the fight to early”
“Err I do concur a fine choice”
Fredrick begins to punch in the various commands on his console. Subject 285/b or Zin as he was once known is quickly escorted to his access point, the security guards/handlers give him a wide birth, and they look at it. Large and muscular, its species of origin hard to distinguish under the mass of cybernetic implants and discoloured skin and smell of chemicals clings to it. Its arms are completely cybernetic, covered in battle plates like the rest of him. His arms cut short at the elbow are attached to thick vibro blades like huge butcher knives. The doors open, it lumbers forward and jumps down landing with a deep thump in the furnace area, it checks it hunting ground. Over to its left it sees a speeder bike fitted with a huge blade at the front, a trooper of some kind clings to the front bike as well. The fun begins it thought It roars as it swings one of its huge blades at the bike as it draws near battle frenzied, Mandrayks concoctions singing in its veins, ready to crush, slash and kill.
OOC((again….I hand over RP control to Rasper. So you don’t need me to be Zin at very post…enjoy))
*Mandrayk looks over one of the camera driods following subject 285/b....a rule came to mind 9/A)_Adapt or die*