Thread: Fighting Against the Universe (Chaos x Sketchyequine)

Anat. Year 3753. Jupiter was named after an ancient planet in the Milky Way galaxy the galaxy of her ancestors back when they still lived on Earth then Mars once they destroyed the first. It was the largest planet in its solar system and Jupiters mother had always said her only child would be big on their little planet of Anat. Little did her parents know during her infancy that Jupiter would indeed be big a big upset to society. She was a wealthy woman at the age of 28. She had married a rich war lord but had since been widowed. Ever since then she had resented Anat for its violent traditions and cruelty to other creatures. If they werent so fucking violent her lord husband would still be with her and maybe they could have started that family they had always used to talk about. Instead? Jupiter Forlorn was pitifully alone living in the massive penthouse she had been left by her husband. Her riches were vast, and it was obvious that she would not run out of money within her life time no matter how she spent it. The woman had it all, but she was still not happy. Her beauty and riches made the widow very popular in her area, but the only men who seemed to get her attention were the gladiators. She would pay for one to spend the night with her about once a week, and from there the rumors flew. The whole town seemed to believe she had fucked damn near every gladiator who survived a few fights, but they were only useless rumors Jupiters intentions with the gladiators were far more innocent than anyone would think, but she made them swear to secrecy before she bid them adieu and not a single one ever betrayed her. Why would anyone ever try to betray a girl with pure intentions? While many of the men who visited her died shortly thereafter in the arena, they were shown sweet kindness in their last days. It was one of the few things that still brought Jupiter joy- helping the essentially helpless- so she refused to give any of it up. It would be easier, no doubt, to just execute the POWs in an ordered and efficient manner, but there was no entertainment in that. Instead, they made them fight to the death in an arena at the heart of The Capital where the audience was protected by an impenetrable Force field to keep the prisoners from getting any wise ideas about shooting into the audience for shits and gigs. After all, what good was an audience full of their enemies and slave drivers? It was common knowledge that the gladiators didnt much like the native people of Anat seeing as they were solely responsible for the bloody and painful deaths of each and every one of the gladiators eventually unless they were snatched up for slavery first. As slaves they were usually treated even worse than they were as gladiators so this alternative result wasnt exactly enticing either. In all reality the POWs really had no way of having a happily ever after once they arrived on Anat. Being brought here was a one way ticket to hell. Jupiter sighed a bit as she took her seat in the luxury box at the arena that her father and brothers loved oh so much and that her husband had also greatly enjoyed once. Today there were three of them sitting in the box Jupiter, Aster, and her father. Aster was Jupiters youngest brother at 18, a full decade younger than his one and only sister, but the spring buck loved the gladiator tournaments more than anyone else in the family. He leaned forward in his seat with a sparkle in his eye while his sister leaned back looking completely uninterested. She only came to these damn blood baths so that she could decide who she wanted to buy for a night at auction next. Her light grey eyes which matched her tendrils all too well looked up when the announcer began to speak. The man thanked the sponsors, shared some stats, and even pointed out some honorable guests at todays tournament including Jupiters family. The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes in disgust. There was nothing honorable about watching this. ...and now its time for round one folks! the announcer finally said, and without hesitation a buzzer rang and two doors on opposite ends of the arena shot open, releasing the prisoners inside so that they may fight to their death. Jupiter could only watch and wait for the inevitable bloodshed.