From: JuxLowdye
Finally, Jux's training was nearing completion. Soon, he would have his first shift in the Outback. He had spoken to a couple of the other callers, and they had told him that they each had a special ring they like to use. Though it seemed that most preferred the Pit.
Jux visited the Outback during the off hours, looking around and trying to come up with something to catch the eyes of the patrons. Finally, he thought he had it.
During his training with the United Solandra Special Operations Teams, he had undergone extensive hand to hand combat training under less than favorable conditions. One of his favorite, and among the more deadly, was the Bridge. It was a fifty foot long suspension bridge made of apparently rotten wood planks that seemed ready to give way at any moment.
Unlike most bridges of its kind, the one at the Camp didn't have a handrail, or handrope, or anything of the kind. Instead, every ten feet there was a sharpened spike of wood extending up from the plank on one side or the other. In the very center of the bridge spikes extended from each side of the bridge. The spikes were coated with grease to discourage their use as a balancing tool. The spikes in the center had small spikes covering their
surface, about every two or three inches to further discourage their use for balance. The bridge itself was about 10 feet wide and anchored on either end to the ravine wall.
Jux had always liked that bridge because he seemed to be the only one who could keep his balance long enough to dislodge the instructor. With only a few modifications, he was sure that would draw a crowd. Perhaps change the spikes to simple poles.
The bridge would not be able to be strung over a ravine, but the balconies were about the right distance apart. He was sure that he could attach tracks to the balcony so the bridge could be moved if the need arose.
Now, the participants couldn't be expected to fall to the hard ground if they fell from the bridge. Perhaps a pool of some sort under the bridge. Perhaps even filled with something other than water. Perhaps even a Jell-O and mud mixture. A smile crept over Jux's face as he considered the possibilities. Seeing Jesse Troyn covered in mud and Jell-O would be worth all the work he would have to put into this project. And with the Bridge on tracks,
it could even be moved over the Pit. That way, even if the duelers were dislodged from the Bridge, they could fight on in the Pit.
Jux sketched out a quick, rough draft of his plan and walked in to the living room. Trini still wasn't back from Town with the boys. Jux jotted down a note on the pad on the desk in the Study, then looked it over to make sure she would understand it.
Gone in to Rhy'Din. Be back as soon as I talk to Rask about something. Don't worry about dinner, I'll grab something there. Love you, Juxtor
He jumped in the Jeep and headed in to Rhy'Din. He loved the Ranch, but hated the 2-hour drive to and from Rhy'Din every day. Maybe he should just try those blasted transporters. The thought sent a shiver through him.
Finally arriving at the Outback, he parked the Hummer outside and hurried to Rask's office, eager to show him what he had planned for the patrons of the Duel of Fists.
{TBC as soon as Jux gets approval from Rask
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