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The arena for this particular match was massive, in a way only magic could have accomplished. The unique magecraft of the Ministry resulting in a place worthy of the battle that would take place here in Khazan Cith. Spotlights flashed to life, creating patterns in the skies, balloons of varying colors rose and the spectators- Ah, the spectators. Robed wizards mingled with excited, chattering priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Servitor Skulls flew in the sky, eye socket cameras recording the pristine field below and avoided magical drones. From the Catachan Regiments to the more recent Fantastic Beast films, wizards and members of the 41st millennium and more came together in a riotous crowd of color and standing, united fans all cheering and raising their flags, emblems of Hogwarts and a jagged, tribal looking skull on a red backdrop clashed as fans cried approval. Hovering in places, drones that resembled insects, birds and other designs flitted freely, their crystal eyes taking in the place as the runes of Virtual Adepts engraved denoted their purpose. Up in the announcers box, two people would be preparing. One of them a famous wizard with his face painted to resemble the Hogwarts emblem. Half-moon spectacles perched on the bridge of his broken nose, eyes twinkling as he took in the sight before him. His compatriot, a Commisar smiled, unable to hold still as he sipped a mug that had the caption 'Wizards do it with staffs', the smell of rich Tanna tea denoting his brew of choice. Before them, a servitor skull floated, fixated on them as a metallic voice spoke. "By the Omnissiah's grace, you're on in three...Two...One. Action." The Commissars grin turned wider, his charm radiating off him like a tangible aura as he spoke. "Hello sports fans of all ages, races and factions! I'm Ciaphas Cain." Down below in the arena, an entire half of the stadium chanted aloud 'Hero of the Imperium!' to his visible discomfort. His companion smiled as he spoke more softly but no less discernible. "And I am Albus Dumbledore. Though I'm not entirely sure. However, what I am sure of is the match that awaits us today here in Khazan City." Ciaphas grinned madly, removing his cap as he placed it next to him as he took up where his partner left off. "Indeed we do Albus, as the special exhibition match of the Sci-Fi vs Fantasy begins, we're broadcasting live through Internet Spirits, Magic Mirrors and the Adeptus Recordus! No one wants to miss today's game and I do not blame them! Albus, if you could share with us a bit of what to expect!" Dumbledore smiled like a grandfatherly figure, his eyes twinkling brightly. "It would be my personal pleasure! The rules are simple-two matches, done by factions of either genre. All to be conducted here and each one with some home team advantage-in this case, that of Dumbledore's Army who have chosen Quidditch as their battlefield." Cain mirrored his grin, leaning forward to the servitor skull as he spoke. "But will it be enough? For these wizards despite their advantage are facing the Orks who upon hearing of this game, leaped at the chance to accept. High speed, violence all seem to favor these belligerent green skins. Also, listen to that crowd! Support seems high for them which is the only time I'll ever say such a thing." He added sternly in warning. In the crowd, an imperial guardsman looked at the green face paint he was wearing, shrugged and went back to yelling out like a football hooligan. "But tell me Albus, what exactly can we expect from the teams pre-show tonight?" Dumbledore hummed in thought and pressed his fingers together with a smile. "Dumbledore's Army will open up tonight's ceremony and from what I hear, they've brought Veela! Clean those glasses gentlemen." "And don't tell the missus!" Cain chortled as the lights on the pitch below began to shut down. Shadows covered the field and for a long moment, it feels like a let-down from the wizards side. And then comes a familiar noise, one that goes through the ears and direct to the spine. Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! Recognition flashes on the features of some of the supporters, as they begin to follow along till the air vibrates with it. Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! And then the spotlights focus on a figure in the arena center. A lone figure, beautiful to behold. Clad in what looks like an altered Hogwarts uniform, a saucy outfit of black leather and red, a wide brim hat on her head but its the item in her arms prompting the subsequent wild cheers.... An electric guitar. She puts her wand to her throat and yells. "WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU! EVERYBODY NOW!" And a thousand throats roared in unison as the lights flashed, revealing the rest of the wizards pre-show group. In other, gentler worlds they might have stuck with traditional dances. Here? They combined Veela glamour with power of a different kind and no one was immune to its charm. With a flourish, she brought her pick down on the strings as their sound filled the air, akin to a lions roar. "WE WILL, WE WILL-ROCK YOU!" Clap! Boom-boom-clap! The guitar riff filled the air, the jamming driving the crowd to wild frenzy as the lead guitarist laughed and sung. The Sidhe could not have done a better job, the lyrics sung along and known by the majority of the audience. When the final guitar solo ended, the lead singer yelled to the audience. "DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY!" Laughing from the box, Dumbledore and Cain rose to their feet as they clapped, the former chortling. "And a very strong beginning from our side! Its going to be hard to top that one!" "Ah, but don't rule out the Greenskins because if experience is any indicator, they're not going to take that lying down!" And then the earth shook. The ground trembles and the Arena does as well. The reason reveals itself as from the opposite end of the arena, charges what would only be a Waaagh. The one leading holds proudly the emblem of the Orks, the traditional symbol of their kind as they march upon the field. Their tread shakes the earth and they stomp, with their shoota's and their Choppa's before forming a semi-circle around the center of the field. The banner-wielder raises a massive Power Klaw. Silence comes....And then he lowers it, the gesture followed by a thud in unison. Every Ork has slammed their foot into the earth at the same time, creating an echoing blow that makes the arena shudder. The arm raises. The shake continues- This time followed by the entire, Ork supporters in the stands as they move in unison, stomping in their seat in time to the beat. Boom. Boom. Doom. Doom. The Banner-wielding Warboss spread his arms, slowly circling the arena, nodding as the Dance continued, ending his spin as he stared at the Veela. And promptly made a fist with the Klaw, one thumb up as he ran it across his throat in a gesture none could mistake. The band jeered, insults lost in the subsequent roar as the Ork crowd cheered and the Orks turned and made their way on the opposite side of the field, their leader stabbing the banner into the ground before they let out a thunderous roar, swiftly taken up by their supporters. "WAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! "No translation needed for that I think Albus." Said Cain with a savage grin. Dumbledore nodded. "With that strong beginning, I think I speak for everyone when I say- Let the match begin! Place your bets!" The game began. The Setup: Dumbledore's Army plays a game of Quidditch vs Orks. All in a Khazan City arena as fantasy and sci-fi characters cheer the other on. Who wins? You decide!

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