Fiction:Great Cyrannus War/Year Three/Place Your Bet

Place Your Bet is the sequel to Distant Relatives.

Nexatru's Will
Several individuals from the and  got together to toast to the death of Nexatru, one of the more villainous individuals in the, nevertheless, they had been invited to a huge party in the Loktia Resort. Some of the Republic's leaders, including the president, attended, while, the and  represented UNO.

Loktia is a region of space somewhere between the middle and outer rim of the. There is little there, asides from the Loktia resort, a hugely beautiful space station, home to the galaxy's darkest crime lords. The station is home to gambling, illegal gladitorial combat, drug trading, and much more. Its past is largely unknown, although it has been in position of some of Cyrannus' richest. Past owners have all died from assassination. The current owner, for this reason, has not revealed his/her name.

's first impression of the station from the interior was that it must have costed an incredible fortune. Everything was perfect, fine, and represented Cyrannus' finest arts, foods, materials and craftsmanship. Not a single person around looked like the sort of person who'd have been seen as a criminal. However, as he walked towards the restaurant in which they'd toast to Nexatru's death, the criminals became more apparent. Several people gave Apollo glares and weird looks, but with Zr'Ahgloth looking threatening as he walked onwards, they knew not to start a fight.

The reached the restaurant, were greeted by butlers, and set down. They were all given a drink, all drank it, and watched as a hologram of Nexatru appeared.

Nexatru's hologram - ''Hello there, friends and enemies! If you're watching this, I must be dead. Oh well, I must cut to the chase. You all drank the wines I gave you. Tasted lovely didn't they? Well I must let you in on a secret. I put poison in that.''

Apollo dropped his drink, and glass smashed. The others looked at each other, and realised that they'd been tricked; at this point of losing themselves in the moment, The System was not actively preventing poison.

Nexatru - ''Yes, I had to. If you want to acchieve the antidote, you must represent my team in the Loktian Gladiators. You must be aware of it, surely!''

All were aware besides Apollo.

Kralgon Emperor - ''Loktian Gladiators. Several of the crimebosses back in the Ottzello Sector visit it. So it happens in this galaxy? Wwell, we're in a hell of a situation.''

Nexatru explained what was at stake here, how much courage and strength they needed to win, and the other contestants they were up against.''

Apollo - ''We must achieve that antidote. Also, it'd be good to look into this station...'' Tuolog - With war in Cyrannus, there plenty of ways to use station like this. Apollo - Indeed. Zr'Ahgloth - IMMA BEET UP DA GUY WHO POISONED ME Kralgon Emperor - He's dead you moron! Zr'Ahgloth - WAT DA HELL

The group was escorted to their new appartment in the station. They'd have a tough challenge, and how long would Apollo be away from the Republic with the war occurring?