As quickly as he willed it, the near invisible form of Ether was where he wished to be, so fast was the acceleration of his flight, even in an atmosphere.  From his new vantage point, he could see that the dome was made of some sort of dull but smooth metal... throngs of alien life gathered below, waiting to get inside.  After returning to the Terran's side, the two began to walk toward the dome itself.  People were chatting in nearly every conceivable language as they waded into the crowd, which began to part to avoid them, since they looked like they might be trouble.  Not everyone stayed away of course... amidst the chatter, the two could translate a few choice phrases... something about the new matches and how bloody it will be.  A man with four arms approached the two and grinned with two sets of razor sharp teeth.  He spoke in Galactic Trade Common.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey... you wanna buy some tickets?  They start at 250 credits and go up from there depending on what seats you want.  I got the best seats in the house, too."</strong>