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A crowd had gathered outside of the arena as the Zabrak champion Raihanne Yzalli once again rose upon a makeshifted stage and called out the cartel to bring him their strongest champion. He, Raihanne Yzalli of the Iridonian Carran tribe was unbeatable and everyone had to bow to his greatness. Even the kneeless slugs that ran Hutta should pay him homage. His delusion of grandeur was a joy for the masses on Nal Hutta, but the Hutt council was outright disgusted and after his success on Sakiya and Kessel, they figured there was no one better to put the unruly Zabrak down as unceremoniously as possible, than Davik Lorso and his instructions were clear: Don’t give him his desired champion to fight, don’t make it look like it costs the Hutts any effort in dealing with someone who thinks they’re unbeatable. Show everyone how easy it is to invalidate his delusion of grandeur, show how pathetic opposition to their absolute rule is.
Davik was standing in the crowd, cheering and nodding like everyone else while Raihanne feeds his ego by once again unsuccessfully calling out the Hutt champion. “Again, for the 300th time no one dares to stand up to fight me!” Raihanne laughed and is joined by the crowd, including Davik, if only for appearances sake. “The Hutt Council is cowering inside their palaces and spicing away the fear of my wratch!” Raihanne continued, but under less applause this time. There was a fine line for mocking the Hutts on Nal Hutta and the crowd knew better than to cross it in their commentary. That Raihanne was crazy and a great fighter didn’t exactly improve their chances of avoiding the Hutt repercussions.
The Zabrak pit fighter threw his tantrum and spat on the Hutts for about ten minutes before he announced his return the next day to see if the Hutts would finally answer his challenge. At the end of it he got off his stage and walked to his speeder bike, which was as usual surrounded by admirers, who were told every day the story how Raihanne fought a grand champion from the Black Sun and after dispatching him with ease using his iron fists the galaxy-wide criminal organization grudgingly rewarded him with the state-of-the-art luxury speeder.
Meanwhile Davik had separated himself from the pit fighter’s many admirers and messaged Jana through his wrist computer. “Are you ready?” he asked his Stockholm-syndrome suffering slave. “Yes, I’m around the corner. Should fly into him just after he cuts loose from the crowd.” she replied and Davik quickly rounded the pit to where Jana was waiting in the ISP-speeder that he Hutts had rewarded Davik for his work on Kessel.
The ISP-speeder was old, dating back all the way to the Clone Wars, but extremely useful for a job like this. It had light blaster cannons that were conveniently lethal if used to target one-person luxury speeders. Let that just exactly be what Davik had planned for Raihanne Yzalli.
Jana wasn’t a brilliant pilot and the ISP could never match the top speed of Raihanne’s speeder, thus they had to act fast and sure if they wanted to show how easy it was to end the Zabrak. The ISP was waiting for Raihanne a little down the road from the arena and Davik knew which way his target would drive, seeing as he had been trailing him for a couple of days already.
“Okay, Jana, on my mark slowly fly towards the target so I can have a surer shot.” Davik told his slave as he checked the controls for the cannons. The Zabrak would start his trip home with a short cheerful victory lap, after which he would turn into a highway and race off, in which case it’d be impossible to hit him. To ensure the pit fighter’s anticlimactic demise, Davik would try and blow him up right at the end of his victory lap as the crowd still somewhat cheered his name before they dispersed.
“..and that is how I forced the Black Sun to give me this fully modified speeder. It’s a beauty, isn’t it?” Raihanne beamed at the Twi’lek pre-teeners that had never heard the story before and now made the Zabrak their idol. The shining beacon amidst the slavery that’s destroying their parents. A free-fought pit fighter they watched in awe as he mounted his speeder bike and started its engines. Slowly but surely Raihanne did his victory lap, all the while grinning as he enjoyed the attention he was getting, but then someone crossed his path.
“Now” Davik said and aimed the cannons on the Zabrak as Jana steered the ISP towards Raihanne. The pit fighter turned on his bike to wave goodbye to his admirers and noticed the ISP speeder too late. Two bright red lasers shot out of the new arrival and a second later the speeder bike blew up and engulfed Raihanne in flames. “Park next to the flames”
The crowd cried in shock, yelled profanities and quickly approached the flaming remains of the bike and the badly burned, but still squirming Zabrak. The sight of the ISP, however, made sure they kept their distance and when Davik got out armed with his pistol many of the adults present already dispersed. In the end Raihanne’s death really wasn’t something to write home about as the pit fighter was shot twice in the back while he tried to crawl away from his attacker muttering “Please, please”.
His kill confirmed, Davik got back into the ISP and Jana flew it back to the space port.
Davik was standing in the crowd, cheering and nodding like everyone else while Raihanne feeds his ego by once again unsuccessfully calling out the Hutt champion. “Again, for the 300th time no one dares to stand up to fight me!” Raihanne laughed and is joined by the crowd, including Davik, if only for appearances sake. “The Hutt Council is cowering inside their palaces and spicing away the fear of my wratch!” Raihanne continued, but under less applause this time. There was a fine line for mocking the Hutts on Nal Hutta and the crowd knew better than to cross it in their commentary. That Raihanne was crazy and a great fighter didn’t exactly improve their chances of avoiding the Hutt repercussions.
The Zabrak pit fighter threw his tantrum and spat on the Hutts for about ten minutes before he announced his return the next day to see if the Hutts would finally answer his challenge. At the end of it he got off his stage and walked to his speeder bike, which was as usual surrounded by admirers, who were told every day the story how Raihanne fought a grand champion from the Black Sun and after dispatching him with ease using his iron fists the galaxy-wide criminal organization grudgingly rewarded him with the state-of-the-art luxury speeder.
Meanwhile Davik had separated himself from the pit fighter’s many admirers and messaged Jana through his wrist computer. “Are you ready?” he asked his Stockholm-syndrome suffering slave. “Yes, I’m around the corner. Should fly into him just after he cuts loose from the crowd.” she replied and Davik quickly rounded the pit to where Jana was waiting in the ISP-speeder that he Hutts had rewarded Davik for his work on Kessel.
The ISP-speeder was old, dating back all the way to the Clone Wars, but extremely useful for a job like this. It had light blaster cannons that were conveniently lethal if used to target one-person luxury speeders. Let that just exactly be what Davik had planned for Raihanne Yzalli.
Jana wasn’t a brilliant pilot and the ISP could never match the top speed of Raihanne’s speeder, thus they had to act fast and sure if they wanted to show how easy it was to end the Zabrak. The ISP was waiting for Raihanne a little down the road from the arena and Davik knew which way his target would drive, seeing as he had been trailing him for a couple of days already.
“Okay, Jana, on my mark slowly fly towards the target so I can have a surer shot.” Davik told his slave as he checked the controls for the cannons. The Zabrak would start his trip home with a short cheerful victory lap, after which he would turn into a highway and race off, in which case it’d be impossible to hit him. To ensure the pit fighter’s anticlimactic demise, Davik would try and blow him up right at the end of his victory lap as the crowd still somewhat cheered his name before they dispersed.
“..and that is how I forced the Black Sun to give me this fully modified speeder. It’s a beauty, isn’t it?” Raihanne beamed at the Twi’lek pre-teeners that had never heard the story before and now made the Zabrak their idol. The shining beacon amidst the slavery that’s destroying their parents. A free-fought pit fighter they watched in awe as he mounted his speeder bike and started its engines. Slowly but surely Raihanne did his victory lap, all the while grinning as he enjoyed the attention he was getting, but then someone crossed his path.
“Now” Davik said and aimed the cannons on the Zabrak as Jana steered the ISP towards Raihanne. The pit fighter turned on his bike to wave goodbye to his admirers and noticed the ISP speeder too late. Two bright red lasers shot out of the new arrival and a second later the speeder bike blew up and engulfed Raihanne in flames. “Park next to the flames”
The crowd cried in shock, yelled profanities and quickly approached the flaming remains of the bike and the badly burned, but still squirming Zabrak. The sight of the ISP, however, made sure they kept their distance and when Davik got out armed with his pistol many of the adults present already dispersed. In the end Raihanne’s death really wasn’t something to write home about as the pit fighter was shot twice in the back while he tried to crawl away from his attacker muttering “Please, please”.
His kill confirmed, Davik got back into the ISP and Jana flew it back to the space port.