[I]Liaison[/I] stood in the viewing room, eyes venturing over the nearly impossible amount of nanotechnology in his hands. Microsopically small, these marvelous wonders came to him especially delivered from the hyper-universe of Wedux, specifically the second inhabited planet Deup II. They were cameras designed to his exact specifications and were the reason he could see everything happening within his lobby. 

With a flick of his wrist, the cameras scattered as if carried by the wind, dispersing to various parts of the Lobby. With excellent camera quality, he would be able to see everything as if he were standing there in person. A Martian woman, one of the last in existence, took her cue and activated the cameras - illuminating the room in a myriad​ of holographic screens. 

Uncharacteristically, his eyes immediately bolted towards one of the cameras. [b]They have finally come to an event,[/b] Liaison mused, as he saw one of the formerly last four members of the Hivan race. He had heard that the other three had met their fates at the hands of another of their number, seemingly the one who was now seated in his very viewing room now. He had cursory talks with the Mystic Dominion but it was one of the few places he had not been hired on as a middle man for - and it was little wonder. The man before him, Lysander, was as dangerous and capable as they come. He was dangerous, but could be a formidable ally if the cards were played right. 

A woman had entered and placed herself beside him, did they know each other? It mattered little, this was a safe haven - and he has secured what he had deemed his ultimate security. A man whom had become known as the [I]Segulah First[/I], among his many other names. 

Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the young human male that had come into his service recently. He informed Liaison that the combatants had entered and were ready, and that the reserves that were needed had arrived as well. 

Liaison nodded and turned back to the gambling table before him, Lysander had placed a twenty-odd something million credit bet on Xiah, while the other onlookers were betting planets and the like. A simple man of simple taste. He glanced across the table at Okanra, the warlord leader of the universe Ompufi - a man with a significant amount of money on his head, and a greater amount of martial ability. Next to him was the Empress of the Black Shroud, the new leader of a cult-like coven of cryptids from an off moon located in the Severii sector of the primary hyper-universe in the Angar-Ryllan dimension. He thought it odd that they had a seat at this table. He greeted each in kind. One was missing, a Cughtagh of reputable stature and amyhtest eyes. Word was that he had not been seen in many a moon sense his minor skirmish with Fury. 

It was time to get to work. 

His Cane appeared in his left hand, or as near as possible with actually making contact, and them was positioned before his lips.

[B]Welcome all to the inaugural New Beginnings tournament. Our mighty benefactors, of whom I consider close allies in both personal and professional endeavors, have come to me with this idea and I would have been remiss to pass up the opportunity to host this pretigious event.[/b] Liaison stopped for a moment, letting his words sink in. Already, his many employees were preparing the teleportation machines, the restoration room, the chefs were masterful blending sauces for the buffet like dinners that were to be had. [b]Today, I host this tournament in a fashion akin to a round robin tournament. I would like to wish you luck, but more importantly inform you of what you are fighting for. Not only will you receive invitation to the [i]Way of the Warrior tournament[/I], but you will be offered a hefty cash prize or something of equal value from one of the backers of this event. Be well, be merry, but please - be bloody.[/b]

Liaison twisted on the spot, turning his attention to one of the monitors. Yet had been determined the pairings, or where they would fight but those would be narrowed down before his next announcement. 

He had more dignitaries coming - surely they would not appreciate coming in the middle of a match, especially if there were bets on the table.