{The original idea of this thread is Gelus, AKA 'Shadows and Dust' on the DS forum, and I am deeply sorry that I used it without direct permission; being unable to ask. After a short conference, things have been cleared and permission has been given.<br/><br/>If anyone wants to view the other threads, then here are the links:<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.dragonspot.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2225&amp;start=0">http://www.dragonspot.net/forum/viewtop ... 25&amp;start=0</a>m-My version<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.dragonspot.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1057&amp;start=0">http://www.dragonspot.net/forum/viewtop ... 57&amp;start=0</a>m-Gelus's first idea, Rights and etc. belong to Gelus; thread used with permission. }<br/><br/><br/><br/>Versatile Organic Research, Technology Enterprises, a massive corporation of unknown origin and even less-known purpose; It is owned by a 'man' named Draco, who has been around longer than any of his employees... and yet still maintained a youthful appearance. What does this place exist for? What goes on behind the reinforced doors of their laboratories? Who...,or<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>, is the CEO?<br/><br/>The Voreana, a fragment of the past, a memory from Draco's "youth". His first enterprise, a thousand years earlier. In this place, those who wished to fight could and those who sought sanctuary were granted it but those who brought in darker elements seemed to just...disappear....<br/><br/>V-Tech is modern, obviously. The corporate headquarters is a hundred story tall building, all steel and glass, which stands as a monolith to the financial genius of one Draco Drakul. Draco himself is rarely if ever seen, and in addition to the building itself, there are catacomb like research facilities underneath, spreading for miles in all directions...including straight down but down went MUCH further....<br/><br/>The Voreana is available in both modern and medieval flavors, this one had both. It's not just an arena, it also has a somewhat large town around it, which is home to anything and everything displaced from somewhere else or shunned; or simply unwanted by those rich enough to send them there. There are strict laws concerning Voring and other such acts, but ample prey is provided in the form of captured smugglers and murderers, who are shipped there by the boatload by countries unwanting of their particular talents. The modern version is contained within the largest chamber of all, at the very bottom of the V-Tech research facility, and oddly enough contains many of the same inhabitants as it did before....while others simply 'dissappeared'...<br/><br/><br/>But there was one Prisoner that was new and very dangerous, for he was a werewolf that could make friends with ANY animal; no matter what species or where it came from, he could make friends with it in mere minutes. 'Rak Shaws' as Zen called them, and were his friends, had been taken from him and placed in another area of the Facility; Zen was a Werewolf with a set of metal 'arms' wielded to his spine, non-removible without killing him. ‘Zen’ was his name, he had black fur that was long and he could hide many things under and in it; and if one were stupid enough to try to cut his hair or search him, they would be sent to either the Infirmary or the Morgue and at least one was sent to both when he was pushed forward by a Guard into another.<br/><br/><br/>One foot came up to crush the pelvis of the Guard in front of Zen, the other went to the chest of the other to crush his solar plexus; Zen then flipped and tossed the Guard that pushed him into the other, his claws had flexed and 'grabbed' the guard to allow Zen to toss him. Zen landed on the ground and looked at the mass of Guards swarming around him, getting the other two guards away from him and then hearing him speak only four words. "Don't ever touch me...." Then he continued walking, the mass of Guards walking around him to ensure that he made it to his cell.<br/><br/>A few of the Guards stayed behind to take care of the injured Guard. 'Man....who is that? He took out this guy's pelvis with only ONE kick, and killed him with the other kick!' The other Guard shook his head. 'I don't want to find out...come on, we have to get him to the Infirmary...the other can wait, he’s not going anywhere...'<br/><br/>On another floor of The Voreana, a ship docked and dropped off about 25 humans; then left just as fast, the Humans were taken from there to holding cells and treated well. None of the Humans knew what was in store nor did they care, they were being treated better there then they had been in their previous lives; if only they knew that they were prey for the creatures just a few levels below them...