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The earth was lost long ago, a very long time ago in fact. Nearly 1500 years ago, humans finally killed all of the earth off. Destroyed the air we needed, left animals to die or be killed off. We were reckless, and we didn’t know what we are doing.. well most would say we don’t even today. That can be agreed upon later.
Back then, we had found a very small planet, little less than half the size of earth. This planet had life, could even sustain it. Perfection. However, there was an issue. How to get everyone and our amazing knew technology there? Well it was simple. Buy your way. 50,000 people were allowed to board the ships to head there. Out of that, only around 10,000 normal working class people made it on. This is where the issues began.
The name of the small world, was Loonrian. Pretty in nature, tropical year round as she was just a hair closer to the sun. It was a paradise. However not for long. Government was in need of creation, and it didn’t take long for a combination of ancient Greek and old monarchy to take over. There was the high upper class, the middle then of course the bottom. Now the issue came to be, the upper richer class had full control of the government, with that it caused the lower and middle to fall under their rule. Owe the upper something? Random tax? Well give us your house. It was not a fun ruling, nor is it today. But the ways still stand
One thing done, was that animal DNA of Earth had been saved. Something most didn’t know about till scientists on Loonrian began to breed and remake them. It became a large special to see these living animals. But with them came also a very special.. and new machine. The Riviator. Now this machine, was able to be the reason the breeding programs of these rare animals worked. This machine could bring animals. Back to life. If a tiger cub was still born, it could be placed in the machine and someone could view every bit of info on the cub, and fix and repair what needed to be from a large touch panel. The only limit, was that you had one hour to revive the person, before it was too late. It didn’t take long for them to work the Riviator to humans, and this led to the cures for nearly every known ailment. Now they could not fix old age; however, with the machine humans were now easily and comfortably living into the 130 range.
Humans of course, had never learned from the mistake they made with mother Earth, and the fates of the humans left there. With the recreation of animals, and the ability to make them come back to life after the harshest of events, things went a little. Primitive. Horse racing came back..only the tracks where harder and horse pushed faster. Some died at the finish line. Simple, bring them back with the Riviator. Dog fighting became popular, the machine fixed them up easy. All sorts of violent animal sports began to come out because of these “Magical” machines.
But of course, man being greedy, wanted more
It was not long before the new inhabitants of Loonrian realized there was another world not too far away from themselves that also harbored life. Very soon they began to send off exploration drones, in hopes to see what this other planet in their solar system.
They soon began to find out things, categorizing the new animals they came across. Dragons! It was something of their wildest dreams, this world near by had wild dragons as its inhabitance. The desired was almost instant as scientists kept showcasing their findings, presenting the data they gathered from these drones. Soon the need began to rise. The wealthy higher class of Loonrian wanted the dragons for themselves.
So with large cargo shipped, trained military, and a well funded mission. The Humans of Loonrian made their way towards Sornieth.
They came onto Sornieth with power and force. Not one of the Dragons had ever seen the human research drones, as they had been cloaked. Huge cages, stun guns, and net guns. Humans armored to defense. Dragons of all flights went to aid of one another, even the beastclans offered aid. However, with their mass numbers, and knowledge of the dragons was too much for the flights that were taken by surprise.
They went after the hatchlings first, taking them in masses by nests. Hauling them up and into the huge cargo ships that orbited over head. The Flights claim that just over a quarter of the entire hatchling population had been taken in the first " The Great Destruction". Some adults were taken, trapped inside cages that were designed to render the magic they held unusable.
"The Great Destruction" was only the first to start the horrible visits of the humans. Though they had soon began to be able fight back somewhat, Gatherings occur once every year or two. Never to return again are those taken, nor is their fate known.
The dragons started as pets, lavished and well treated it was not hard to domesticate the hatchlings. People devoted their lives to become vets for the dragons. Some became trainers. Though no one dared ride a dragon. They were more of a symbol of wealth, and status on the planet. However, captured adults were a different challenge. They were violent, powerful animals. Those that bought an adult soon began to use that rage to their profit. Fights began, dragon against dragon forced by the humans. Prodded with electric shocks, beatings, and worse the dragons were forced to do their human "Masters" bidding. This caught on faster and faster, and soon it became its own industry. Fighting the dragons, and brining them back with the Riviator. Soon, they became priced fighters, and Loonrian's newest attraction.
Like the Gladiators of centuries ago, the dragons took to huge more modern arenas. These arenas were exactly like the old ones, large open floors, with the cages below. Some larger than others of course. The rich upper class began to have their dragons bred, or captured, having their own small arenas where they began to fight their dragon slaves against one another. The richest of the rich made huge arenas, capable of holding most the original population, even if it had now nearly doubled.
Using the Riviator, they were able to constantly bring the dragons back to life after these fights to the death.. or so they seemed. The rich knew they would not make as much money if the fight truly were random. Instead, they began to fix the fights. Dragons and owners alike knew the winner days before the fight. Planned to gain and earn the most money out of the now rather large middle class. To create fan favorites, build them up and tear them down. It was the perfect idea. No one would question or know other then the fighters, the owners. Then of course the vets that would work down stairs with the dragons and the Riviator. The system was made, and it was followed with no real rules or guide lines.
But one arena was made, to tower over the rest. Located in the capital city of Altissimus he Cathkarta arena was created. Owned by the richest man on Loonrian, he was determined to have the arena of all arenas. To make sure he was the one people brought their dragons to fight in. An arena the people came to watch some of the best fights on the planet in.. and the arena that would hold some of the most prized, and deadly dragons to ever exist. Capable of holding nearly 200,000 people. Double the planet population he would have his wish in now time at all. Now he just needed were his dragons.
Over the course of around 10 years the owner of Cathkarta bought the top fighting dragons of his favorite breed. Imperials. They had a deadly elegance to them, and their mind power made them very deadly fighters. He bought and bred, till he had his ideal fighting stock. Sub breeds created by the humans of Loonrian had been made. He had his own. Cathkarta had exploded in those years, people flocked to fight their dragons here, and the arena stands always full for any fights. Cathkarta was, and still is a great success, in presentation and breeding of ideal Fighting Imperials.
The dragons had been bred away from their Sorneith roots. Very few on the world of Loonrian know of the old world their kind truly did come from. They know that they communicate with humans in their minds. That some dragons lived along side humans as pets and companions. Most did grow to accept their place on the world of Loonrian. They no longer know of their elemental Gods. Their eyes now days are genetically made, based off of what the breeders require for that group.
Cathkarta is known for having and breeding the best known stock of the Loonrian breeds. The facility is legendary, and to own anything born of the arena is one of the greatest goals many breeders have. They have two pure Imperials that come from Sornieth, wild at heart and true to their nature unlike their newly captive bred cousins.
There is much to be found in this Arena, to say the least.
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