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Slade	Arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed what looked like a Colosseum, Deathstroke the Terminator was not amused. This was an idiotic idea. He really needed yo be pickier about his jobs if this managed to get through the screening. He was even less amused by his co-judges.
Tyler	Tyler was not particularly amused himself. "I thought we were supposed to take over the island, not spend the weekend playing Simon Cowell," he announced, folding his arms and glancing to the third judge. "And why is she here?"
Ghanima	"She is here because there is to be at least a show of fairness in these proceedings," Ghanima said coldly. "There are rules of engagement for these types of things, and your Mayor knows perfectly well they must be adhered to."
Deathstroke	"It's a fair tournament," Slade replied, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
Lady Atreides	I do not doubt the fairness of the tournament structure," Ghanima replied blandly. "However, having judges that only represent one side of the contest would present an image of inequality that cannot be allowed if the results are to be accepted as valid. Don't you agree?
Mr. Durden	"Whatever you say," Tyler said, rolling his eyes. "We have to kill some time before we get the island, anyhow. May as well pretend to be fair about it. And it's totally not a rigged tournament. We got rules and everything." He rattled the sheet of paper in his hands, leaned into the microphone. "Okay, 'The first rule of fi-', whoops, that's personal. Let me try something else." He shuffled the pages. "Two people to a match, they go on as long as they have to or until the bell rings, whatever's first." A pause. "This next rule is stupid. And I'd buy a drink for anyone who pulled off breaking that one." He tilted the page to show Slade.
Mr. Wilson	"Cross that one off," He said dryly. "And I don't think most of the people here are all that concerned about the image they give off, Miss Atreides.
Princess Ghanima	"The people? Not exactly. But in case you haven't noticed, islands like ours have their own rules," she answered. "Either we play by the laws of engagement, or we probably all wake up tomorrow as pink mice." "And I do not know about you two, but pink is not my color." Ghanima held out a hand for the rules. "Anything we actually have to keep, gentlemen, or can we just throw the whole stack out?"
Tyler	"I'm always gonna vote for throwing them out," Tyler said flatly, passing the rules to Ghanima. "Everybody signed the waiver, anyhow." There had been no waiver. "I say we let the pirates start, and then add rules if we absolutely need them. I'm ready to see some fights."
Deathstroke	"As much as I don't want to say it--" Slade took a deep breath. "I agree with him."
Ghanima	So the two judges provided by the other island did not get along. Fascinating. Ghanima's eyes flickered over the rules briefly and her mouth curled in distaste. "Well these are less-than-useless," she sighed. "Worse, they're boring." Attempts to sanitize combat always annoyed her. "First match! Mr. Barbossa. Captain Jack Sparrow. Step forward, please. We're all waiting."

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"Not pure Wraiths," Michael said. "Hybrids. Beings with the best of both worlds, capable of more than either race alone. I haven't had as much luck in my early tests as I'd hoped, but I have my sights set on a new, stronger population. I believe you know them as Athosians."

If people were watching in the audience, Teyla was no longer aware of them. The judges faded away as all of Teyla's focus went to this man, this creature in front of her that was threatening her people. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that she had not been chosen to talk - she had been chosen to fight, and as her rage peaked, she lost all thoughts of defense, and threw herself at Michael, screaming.

The attack was a surprise, but Michael was not so thrown off-guard that he could not block Teyla, and throw her backwards. "You should consider yourself special, Teyla," he said. "You are about to help me prove the superiority of my new race. Surely, you cannot believe that as a mere human, you are stronger than I am."

"I am not a mere human," Teyla said, moving to strike him again. "I am a leader of my people, and I will not allow you to harm them!"

Michael blocked her strikes deftly, and struck her in return. "I'm not going to harm them. The strongest among them will become better than they ever dreamed."

Teyla gasped as the force of his blow, but was still too angered to turn to a defensive stance. "And the weak? What will happen to them?"

Michael couldn't resist a dark smile. "They will most likely die," he said simply.

All of Teyla's words were lost as she launched herself at Michael again. She'd imagined that she would be fighting for Fandom's safety, but there was so much more at stake than that now. If she had not been so enraged, she might have fought better, planning ahead and moving tactically to both defend and strike. But for now, all she could think to do was bring him harm, before he could do the same to her people, and she wildly struck out at him with no thought to her own safety.

As Teyla's blows became more erratic, Michael kept his thoughts clear, defending himself easily while hitting her with all the strength he had. It wasn't long before he'd managed to pull Teyla against himself, with his hand around her throat. "You are an amazing woman," he said, murmuring in her ear. "When we take over your island, I believe I'll arrange for you to stay. Such a fine specimen of humanity should not be wasted."

Teyla struggled to get out of his grip, kicking and punching every bit of him she could reach. "I will not stay with you. I would rather die."

"That won't be necessary," Michael said, releasing her for only a moment. "For now, you just need to be out of my way." With that, he struck her in the head and let her go completely.

Teyla cried out as she was hit, and as she hit the ground, everything went black.

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