Chapter One
The smell of sweat and blood filled his nose as he knelt in the sands of the pit.
Blinding sunlight surrounding him as the shuddering mass in front of him breathed its last rasping breaths of air through the hole that he had ripped in the man's throat, if you wanna call him a man.
Pushing through the pain he rose to his feet on shaking knees as the crowd roared all around taking in his blood covered body.
Was any of this blood even his? He didn't know anymore, there was so much of it this time.
The slug come from the gate to his right with his two bodyguards and calls to him in his low rumbling voice followed by a low sadistic laugh.
He walks to the slug and the slimy thing puts its arm around his shoulders and says to him as he leads him back into the tunnels of the pit, "You made me a lot of money today my boy. That last fight was a close call, but I knew you would not disappoint me."
"No master," he responds, "I would never try to disappoint you."
"Good boy, see that you never do and you'll have nothing to worry about from me."
"Yes master."
After a few more quiet minutes they reach his cell. He enters and one of the bodyguards shuts and locks the gate. The slug then turns and says to him, "Rest up tonight, you're back in the gym first thing in the morning getting ready for your next fight."
"How long until the next one master?"
"Getting anxious to rip someone else's throat out are you?" the slug asks.
He gives a confirming nod and smile, though he couldn't care less about the fights, he only does this to protect the one person who ever cared about him.
"Good," the slug says, "you have six days to get ready. The seventh day you fight again."
"Yes master."
After he watches the slug and his bodyguards disappear out of the cell chamber he drops to his knees, giving in to the pain coursing through his body, the Devaronian was stronger than he had looked, and he had still had his horns. One of those damned things had left a nice cut on his left shoulder that was making the blood run steadily down the length of his arm. It also didn't help that the Devaronian's punches and kicks had also bruised the bones of his ribs, thighs, and arms.
"What have they done to you now?" asks I tired old voice from behind him. Then after a pause he hears, "I'll get the kit."
"Thanks grandma," he says. I do this to myself to keep you safe, is all he can think through the pain of the fight.
It was difficult to get comfortable in such a small space, manacled on top of it. Sava's eyes watched closely through the slot in the small door to her cage following the occasional passing of one of the Trandosans who had attacked her transport and taken her prisoner. That had been a week ago when they had acted as if they were having engine trouble sending out a distress beacon to lure in the unsuspecting.
Once the transport she had been on responded and intercepted them the Trandoshans had waited until the ships were docked together and attacked. They had killed many of the crew on the ship and taken most of the passengers, including herself, as captives and forced them into small cramped cells that would've only been comfortable to sleep in if she were a small child.
"Where are you taking us?" she had asked after being thrown in her cell.
One of the larger reptilian humanoids had squatted down to the slot in her door and said, "somewhere where they'll pay big for a blue girl to have their fun with."
Slavery, she was going to be sold as a slave. Probably on some third rate outer rim world that no one would ever care if they still practiced such an institution.
Looking around she had tried to find something that might help her to be able to escape the cell, but there was nothing. Her hands were manacled in front of her and they had taken everything from her pockets like they did to all their newly acquired product.
Over the following week she had settled down and accepted that this was happening. She was being taken somewhere to be sold on the slave market to the highest bidder who would more than likely try and have his way with her. That wouldn't happen, she'd find a way to kill herself before she'd be humiliated like that.
So it was now day seven since her capture and the Trandoshans were all running about getting ready for something. That was when she was able to overhear one tell the other, "We're starting our approach to Tatooine and will be making our landing at the Mos Eisley spaceport within the hour."