Introduction, pt 2

At the end of a very long, monotonous corridor stands the welcome hall and roster room. The thirty two contestants are herded in by a slew of guards that, even while obeying their orders, seem to be just as confused as the contestants. As soon as the last contestant enters the hall a set of solid blast doors close behind the group, effectively locking them off from the corridor...and the rest of the ship.

A giant screen dominates one wall of the roster room. It is composed of several screens, each flashing a different set of information at the viewers. On the far left is a floor map with a scrolling list of room assignments. It reads:

First Floor
101 – Magnia Prialt
102 – Tanifa Keizaal
103 – Nudais Brache
104 – Zakari Cyrpes
105 – Korniz Ternyn
106 – Arenae Phasme
107 – Hyades Istiop
108 – Boriel Nivets
109 – Xantus Fellal
110 – Towan Mayhem
111 – Tirran Gravaline
112 – Notrea Itimus
113 – Lorica Yeivad
114 – Lodnog Tamrad
115 – Muld Drogen
116 – Ammpre Anniox

Second Floor
201 – Silmae Alphar
202 – Teteira Versist
203 – Charyb Cranus
204 – Cirrus Astrol
205 – Dreden Aismov
206 – Raffe Visus
207 – Ayla Soreto
208 – Yerman Evtset
209 – Turela Chalon
210 – Quinnetta Peator
211 – Etridi Yoovid
212 – Aveste Vidarr
213 – Anarak Chasti
214 – Kraehe Varsis
215 – Elicor Kretka
216 – Vibidi Illeis

The screen to the right of this reads an emboldened “RULES”. They are as follows:

There shall be no fighting outside the arena.

No attacking guards, or forms of resistance of any kind. The Slaver's word is the ultimate authority.

No leaving the arena complex. (This includes the rec rooms and residential)

Anything goes inside the arena so long as there is one contestant dead by the end of the round.

Medical attention will be given to the victors as necessary.

Be entertaining.

There will be a match held every five hours. If you are next in line on the rotation, report to the guards exactly 1 hour before the start of the match. Sleep, eat, and prepare in the meantime.

Contestants are free to watch the current matches.

The attendant near the roster will answer any questions.

Then, finally, on the rightmost screen, is “THE ROSTER”. There is a desk in the corner of the hall beside the screen with a bored-looking greenblood attendant. He stares at the contestants with some measure of apprehension; he is as baffled as the guards are. But he, like the guards, will follow his orders religiously.

He points to the only open exit, a large corridor near his desk. “Th-t w-y to the rooms,” he says. “The uh...well, everything's pretty well m-rked. Come -sk me if you get lost I guess. The g-urds will find you when it's time for your match.” He shuffles some of the papers on his desk, and shifts awkwardly. “Round one will begin in ex-ctly 24 hours...good luck, I guess.”