Ask The Old Galactic Rumble

[Oren Zapan]

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Even with defeating the Mandalorian, it seemed that the Hutt's forces were still all mighty and powerful. Oren deactivated his blade as the various aliens would quickly surround him. Well, this seems to be it. His eyes would shift towards Mila with a small frown. "I'm sorry, I tried," he'd say in a defeated tone.

He would feel the blasters pushed towards his backs. The crowd whispered and tension seemed to fill the arena as they waited for the Hutt to respond. It seemed he was busy on a holo-communicator, talking to someone. After several minutes, the Hutt's droid would wobble to the front of the stands.

"To all the beautiful fans and patrons of Kraaga the Hutt, today was a day of terrible emotions. His mighty Rancor was defeated and his prized soldier, was cut in half." The droid would pause, "But, it seems the wizards provided such a spectacle and show that credits and betting is through the roof. You have made our lord Kraaga very rich and for that he is grateful. He will give you your freedom, and encourages you to fight in the arena again!"

Oren would peer towards Mila, his brows raising slightly. "The force wills it?" He'd chuckle.

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[Mila Tesara]

Mila felt a stir of confusion washing over the crowd, and indeed over that of the Hutts soldiers as the seemed to slowly pull back from her. Just a moment ago she felt the cold metal of a blaster pressing against her spine, and now they were backing off. It made no sense. Raising her head, she laid eyes on Oren, giving a small shrug of her shoulders as she didnt know what else to say. Her gaze shifted over towards the Hutt's droid now, as he spoke aloud that they were to be let go, their service to the Hutt having been fulfilled. It was utterly baffling truth be told, but Mila wasn't about to complain about it. The force moved in mysterious ways after all.

The Twi'lek couldn't help but notice nothing was mentioned about her lightsaber, and she felt a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't getting that weapon back; which meant she'd have to work on constructing a new one now. Letting out a low sigh, Mila rose to her feet, watching as the Hutts men stood at ease, but she could feel the contempt burning through the face guards that they wore. Looking back to Oren, her fellow master took the words right out her mouth. "So it seems." She said with an actual smile behind it now. Though she was bleeding from her arm faintly, Mila would move towards her fellow companion, and leave the arena together. She hoped next time they returned here, there would be with an army of freed slaves at their back.

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