<div class="floatleft"><strong>Braken</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban: Landing Pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala <div class="floatleft"><hr/>Bracken found himself taken aback by the forwardness of this Chiss. What business did she have with him? He was Sith, he had no time for  minced words from some Chiss. Likely a slave or some other lower station that didn't matter. He crossed his arms, cocking a curious eyebrow. "And what... business would that be Chiss?" He asked her plainly. The only reply he could muster was to be suspicious. Something was off, but he couldn't point to it. So he stood there looking her up and down. Pretty little thing... wearing strange slave attire though. But easy on the eyes none the less. What was he to do? What was she hinting at? His mind churned in thought, as he didn't even notice Darth Moros with his escort of guards and overseers passing behind him, and going down into the valley below.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Moros</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban: Valley - The Pit<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br/><hr/>Moros led the group that tailed behind him past the landing pad and down into the valley. Along his way he saw Darth Bracken pulled aside and speaking to some odd Chiss. The sight of which brought a smirk to his face for some odd reason. The most sinister glint in his eye as he turned his gaze back forward. They descended down deeper into the valley weaving through its pathways and towering bowed statues until coming to an opening. A rounded area, seemingly carved into the dirt, suddenly opened in the ground. At least fifteen feet deep, and three or four times more than that wide. On its outer ring were passageways that had been dug out by slaves, so that competetors could enter the arena without having to climb down. <br/><br/>"My lord, the slaves have worked night and day to get everything ready in time. They are almost complete. Just a few more things and all should be ready." Overseer Lonas said to the Darth at his side, while keeping his face forward, watching a slave work inside the ring. "Good. Make sure everything stays in order Overseer." Moros replied simply as he examined the ring. It would certainly suffice for having acolytes compete with one another inside of easily enough. On the outer ring, at ground level, a waist high bar circled around, and seats were laid out on either side of the ring for the many Lords of the Sith to examine the participants with ease. Truly, Moros thought it was all too simple and not nearly as extravagant as deserved, but it would have to do. Perhaps if he would begin to hold annual events such as this, he could begin to start building the event to something truly remarkable. But that thought was for another time. Lonas was turning to show Moros the tunnels they had the slave excavate leading to the ring, something Moros was none too excited about.</div></div></div>