It seemed the day after a mass fight was a day off for the pits. Nat smiled to herself as they passed multitudes of sleepy aliens on their way to Rish’s cell. Lazy Sunday for the alien gladiators. Of course, she had no clue if it was actually Sunday. She’d long ago lost track of the days of the week and there was no one she could ask. Somehow, she doubted that a society made up of countless alien species would even know what the Gregorian calendar was, much less actually use it. So she just allowed herself to be amused as Beauty led her to his friend"s cell and reveled in the new freedom being with him brought.
While T2s were allowed to roam at set times, T1s had much more freedom... within the walls of the pits, of course. Perhaps to lull them into a false sense of security that their li
