Story and Art by Moonskysunner
Edited by Rex
Additional Writing, Editing and cover art by AzureMenace
Rain pattered softly against the structure of the arena on Vespaara, each drop shimmering under the ethereal glow of the ever-present aurora lights. The sky above was painted in malevolent crimson and purple as if the eyes from the heavens were looking down on those below—a celestial audience anticipating what was about to unfold.
Out of the shadow stepped a mysterious masked figure, clad in black robes of the finest Sleedaran silk, his face shrouded.
The figure marched by the shops lined along the street, noticing that the usual clamor of the crowd had died down and been replaced with an uneasy silence. The hologram displays of the merchandise and the loud neon signs of the vendors flickered, dimming as the mysterious individual approached them.
A moment ago, children were playing, merchants were talking to their customers, cartel members whispering among themselves, hotheaded teenagers arguing with each other—but now, only silence—dead, deafening silence.
At last, the cloaked figure arrived at the gates to the arena—and from under the mask, he formed a twisted, maniacal smile.
Under the watchful gaze of the auroras, Vespaara held its breath because everyone knew that the game had now changed forever.
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Sprocket A Star Wars Story
Short StoryA story based of the Star Wars Hunter Arena Game and Sprocket as a main character.
