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Pain exploded in her right side and she heard the crowd roar with approval.
Gasping for air she looked up to see which direction her competitor was coming
from. Beads of perspiration trickled down her face ad her hair hung in lose
clumps sticking to her face. Coughing she stood up slowly, glancing round
cautiously like a nervous animal. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
She seen or more felt he was coming, quickly side stepping his move she
launched her counter attack against him. The alien was an ugly Tarone from
Tatoonie, they were more known for their strength and sheer brutality than
for anything else. Knowing that he would be impossible to kill, her aim
was to knock him out of the ring and manage to stay alive.
Springing away from his grasp, she then suddenly moved forward. Her foot
contracted with his chest, one of the Tarone's only weak spots, she felt pain
tear through her own leg as she crashed to the floor. The crowd roared again,
stiffly she stood up, fighting the waves of pain and exhaustion threatening
to knock her out. She knew that if she too collapsed the fight would be
declared void and she would have to fight him again and this time it would
be to the death.
She limped slowly out of the arena, where the guards grabbed hold of her
and dragged her back to her cell. They half flung, half dropped, her into
the cell roughly and the door shut with a slam behind her. She didn't move
from the position they'd left her in.
"Skye?" a voice asked worriedly.
Skye looked up, her eyes tried to once again become accustomed to the
dimness of the cell after the bright hot light of the arena.
Skye tried to answer but a sudden burst coughing that racked her whole
body prevented her from doing so. She brought her hand up to her mouth and
discovered it had drops of blood through it. Moaning she crawled painfully
on her hands and knees towards her bunk.
Skye's friend swung down from the top bunk to help her friend, the movement
causing her to wince, results of her own last fight. Helping Skye up onto
the bunk she grabbed an old bandage and a bottle of coreillian whiskey.
She passed the bottle to Skye who took a short drink of it and then began
to clean her bruised bleeding face and any other external wounds she could
see.
"It won't help your healing much, her friend said indicating the whiskey,
but it should dull the pain a little."
Skye just nodded, her mouth hurt to badly to speak.
After a few hours she could feel her body begin to heal its self. She moved
slowly from her sleeping position, "Ghost, she asked, how are you holding
up?"
Ghost looked down from her bunk, " I think, it would be more in order for
me to ask how are you holding up", she answered.
Skye sighed softly," I'm surprised I made it out of the there, it's getting
worse. Now they are using real trained commercial fighters up against us, who
only are doing it for publicity and to earn a bit more extra cash purposes.
"I know" Ghost answered grimly, she was worried, very worried, the last
fight she was in should have killed her. But thanks to both hers and Skye's
Wolverian ancestry. They both processed healing abilities. But even for a fully
blooded Wolverian, it would leave them laid up for at least four months, Ghost
had only four days and she was back in the ring in two days time.
"By the way, Ghost continued, Drey was in while you slept, he left some
clean bandages and water for you."
"Really " was the curt reply she got.
When Skye and ghost first found themselves fighting in the Strang arena,
Drey had seemed the best of a bad lot but the truth was he only supplied them
with bandages, water and the odd bottle of correlian whiskey was because
he bet most of his livelihood on them winning their fights and when they didn't
that as yet, hadn't happened.
Light blared in and both Skye and Ghost reflexivity but their hand up to
shield their eyes.
"3A1, a stout but burly human stated, your up next"
"What, Ghost exclaimed, it's not until two days time, and I wasn't given any notice,
I never prepared"
"Well now you've got two hours" the man spat ,"You are against, Tiro Cjun,
3B2 passed away last night so you're taking her place" with that he walked
out and slammed the door behind him.
Ghost looked over to Skye fear outlined in her face. No words were
exchanged since they both knew this was a suicide match. Ghost was in
doubt that she would even be carried back from this fight.
Ghost then took something out from between the railings of her bunk, it
looked like a small , purple, oval shaped stone on a black chain.
"Skye she said firmly, give this to Melanie, I want her to see my memories
, the good times we had."
Skye backed away from Ghost, shaking her head. She knew what this meant
, Ghost was positive that she wouldn't be coming back and wanted Skye to
pass her memories unto her daughter.
A small sob escaped but neither knew whom it was from ,they stood there for
awhile, hugging each other. Before Ghost left she whispered "Get out of here,
anyway possible"
Skye nodded her throat too dry to speak and tears stinging her eyes fiercely.
Skye lay for the rest of the day on her bunk, she didn't even watch the
fight has many did to learn a could be opponents strategies. Turning the small
oval in her hand , she knew the other reason Ghost had given it to her, it
was a reason for Skye to go on living.
****************
A wave of loneliness and pain swept over Skye as she felt Ghost's death.
She tried her best not to cry, her and Ghost had been the last two surviving
members of "Twilight's cry" crew and now the feeling of emptiness
that she was truly and utterly alone overwhelmed her.
Sky touched the small oval and then found her own similar one, laying them
Side-by-side she tried to focus on the future but instead found herself
remembering the past.
"Skye ,I'm positive braids will look absolutely fabulous"
"But Ghost-"
"Look how much your hair had grown since we last braided your hair and
I know if I use Alderain silk instead of industrial elastic bands, your
hair won't fall out this time."
"Ghost, I like my hair the way it is"
"Come on, be adventures!"
"That what you said the last time!"
Skye stifled another sob, it was getting harder not to cry as each passing
moment she knew that she was more and more alone. The past three months
had been hell as it was and the next would now be even tougher. The crew
dropped off rather fast in the first month, till it had only been Ghost
and her left. How they had actually come to be on Strangsoan was still a
somewhat of a mystery to Skye.
It was a routine voyage from Emberlee , to pick up supplies, back
to her home planet. It was Ghost last flight for she was retiring for a while
to be more of a Mother to Melanie. Everything was going as usual, boring.
Until they got caught what seemed to be a meteoroid storm. After signalling
to their companion ship to stay close, they lost all communication. The
meteoroids that were came faster and larger. Forcing the "Twilight's cry" to
land on a nearby habitable planet.
That was when the ship was attacked and boarded. The crew had fought
back and managed to kill several of the attackers but it was no use.
Thinking back on it now, Skye decided it would have been better if they
hadn't fought at all. Then their attackers would not have seen they could
fight and they would not have ended up in this hellhole. Death would have
been easier and a lot more welcome.
*********************************************
Later that night, Drey came. As usual he brought bandages and clean water.
When he came through the door , Skye sat up slowly so as not to add to her
injuries. She looked at him with contempt.
"Tomorrow ,he stated, you're fighting again" He was met with an icy silence
."
There was no such thing as mourning time in here, once the person was
dead that was it, they were gone. They didn't let you waste precious time
on mourning in case they lost their precious money.
"I was sorry about Ghost, he continued, you were a good team, I had been
thinking of getting you two to fight together but she wasn't as good as a
fighter as I'd thought"
Skye glared at him. But still she remained silent until she asked,
"Who am I fighting?"
Skye could see Drey smirk even in the dimness of the cell.
"Tiro Cjun" he answered.
Skye felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she clenched her
fists together.
Drey tossed the bandages at her and left the cell.
Skye continued to stare at the door after he left, fear running through
her , seeking to control it she took deep breaths. She felt anger grow in her
,anger at what had happened to Ghost, the crew, her life. Tomorrow, she thought
,tomorrow I will get revenge.
**********************************
The crowd roared as both opponents came out, some smiling to themselves,
Positive that Tiro Cjun would have an easy fight. Skye faced her opponent,
Eyeing him up, she looked for possible weak points and to see how she could
Use her own disadvantages to her advantage. Tiro was a big ugly alien, his
Background was unclear but it was obvious several breeds of races ran through
Him. A big commercial fighter he viewed these fights as practices and warm ups.
Skye stared at him, directing all her rage towards him. Distantly she
Heard the chime sound for the fight to begin. As she moved into familiar
stances she began to feel adrenalin course through her blood. This was not
a fight she intended to lose.
The crowds roar was deafening but Skye was only dimly aware of it for all her
senses were directed at the one thing, Tiro Cjun. The fight began, something
told her not to use all her normal fighting tactics and instead of trying to
knock him out straight away she danced a little, never letting him get a
blow in. Her catlike movements caused her to spring back from him, she felt
a twinge of pain in her ribs but she could deal with it for the time being.
Suddenly she could taste blood in her mouth, numbness in her face; told her
that she had been hit in the nose. That was it, she was tried of playing.
The pain in her face and side became a distant ache as she made her carefully
calculated moves. She knew exactly where she was aiming for. She swung out
and kicked him into the side, aiming for his middle rib. She seen him stumble
back and Skye could hear his breathing pattern subtly change. Not giving him
a chance to recover she sprang forward once more this time she slashed him
across the neck. Tiro Cjun was now gasping for air, his broken rib pressing
against his lung; he fell back on to the ground and hit the floor with a
muffled thump. His breathing was growing more and more erratic. The crowd
had for once gone to a deadly hush, no one could believe it as Tiro Cjun took
his last breath.
Skye stood up stiffly, aware that her nose still trickled blood she wiped it
with the back of her hand. Looking down at the dead been she looked at him
with pure contempt. Skye didn't care that she had killed him, instinct had
taken over. He had killed Ghost, she had just repaid the deed.
She confidently walked out of the Arena, her head held high. Adrenaline was
still coursing through her veins and she was not properly aware of her wounds
.The guards came to take her to her cell but this time instead of dragging
her to her cell, they let her walk ahead. As she walked she wished to herself
that she could make herself make a run for it, that they would have to shoot
her down, so the pain and loneliness would end.
Drey stood in the shadows, he had been pleased with Skye performance tonight
and decided to bring her to the attention of management, it was time they
too had their own commercial fighter.
**************************************************
Skye could feel the cells emptiness as she entered it. The door as always
slammed shut behind her but this time she was surprised to have actually
walked in and not have been thrown in. She stood still for the deadly silence
was unsettling. There were no comforting words, no up building remarks.
Suddenly she roused herself. Moving automatically she found the bandages and
water and began to dress her wounds. She winced suddenly; locating the pain
she found that she had somehow bruised it in the fight with Tiro Cjun.
Skye tried to think back to the fight. It disturbed her slightly that she had
no proper memory of the fight it was too hazy. She had no recollection of how
she had survived the fight. Syke rolled over onto the dirty grey bunk and she
let the welcome darkness claim her.
A shaft of light and the sound of someone being thrown forward brought Skye
out of her sleep but she didn't show that she had being awoke. She remained
in the same position; back facing the door.
"Skye", Drey said.
But he got no response, no sign of her registering that he was there.
"Skye, he tried again, you have a new cell mate"
Drey knew she was awake, he could tell by the fact that her shoulders
stiffened slightly when he entered the room. He sighed. Drey gestured for
the two guards that accompanied him to exit the cell. Before he left he
stated.
"I hope you will acquaint her with our rules and regulations"
The newcomer scuttled across the room and huddled in the nearest corner,
murmuring softly. Skye for the best part of an hour ignored her. Gradually
the whimpering got louder into what sounded like weeping.
Skye turned round sharply and sat up. Before her was a girl with cropped
sandy brown hair, her hair seemed to match her brown and cream robes. She
regarded the girl dispassionately; from her look Skye gathered that she was
only about fifth teen or sixteen standard years.
***************************************
The young girl trembled, taking in her grim surroundings she noticed the
other girl lying on the bed. The other girl didn't seem bothered with her
and left her to her own devices. The girl tried to stifle her sobs but
couldn't. She started to sob gently but after awhile she could not stop the
torrent of tears that threatened to spill over.
A sharp "Shut up" brought her out of her misery momentarily. Glancing towards
the direction of the cell that it came from. She saw that the other girl was
sitting up, staring at her intently. The other girl appeared rough; her hair
was long, black and matted, her clothes which once may have been white, were
a dirty grey and torn, her face was bruised and cut, the same applied to the
rest of her visible body.
She rubbed at her tear-streaked face and stammered, "Where am I?"
"The Strang fighting Arena" was the reply.
Skye looked again at the young girl, something seemed familiar about her but
she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was the way she dressed, Skye
tried to think back to where she had seen that style before. Then it came to
her, Jedi dressed in brown and cream robes.
"What is your name?" Skye asked.
This was interesting; perhaps with a Jedi as a cellmate it would make it
easier to break out of here.
"I'm Elira Ban," she said, choking back sobs.
"A Jedi, I presume" Skye asked.
Elira shook her head, "No I'm a pawdawan, I'm in training to be a Jedi
knight"
Skye nodded, though not quite understanding. She had heard that people who
were Jedi processed something called the force. They were meant to be very
powerful.
Skye mused on for a bit and then remembered she had to explain the rules to
her.
"Right, she began, in here you fight to stay alive, you will more then likely
be put against a male opponent from other arenas. To win a fight you either
kill the person or knock them unconscious. If you are knocked unconscious,
you lose. Lose ten times and they kill you, by then you would be too badly
damaged to use as a slave."
Continuing on in the matter of fact voice, Skye guessed Elira's next question
"If you both are knocked unconscious the match is declared void and you have
to fight your opponent again, to the death"
Skye watched the Elira as she spoke. Elira grew paler and paler and looked
like she was about to get sick. Skye went to stand up to stretch her legs
and winced in pain. She took a look at her side; the bruising was more severe
than she had thought. It was slowly going a purple colour. Skye winced again. The pain was threatening to knock her over. (Not such a good idea) she mused to herself. To take her mind of her pain she decided to try finding out a bit more about Elira. It then occurred to her that she never told Elira what her name was.
"By the way, I'm Skye Mckerian"
Skye recalled briefly during her studies she researched a little on the Jedi.
"So where's your Master?" Skye inquired.
The girl let out a painful gasp and tears sprang to her eyes. "She tried to
protect me," Elira stammered, but they killed her"
Skye felt a twinge of sympathy; she knew what it was like to lose someone
you were close to.
"It could have been worse," Skye stated simply.
Elira face contained shock and pain. She looked up at her questionly.
"They could have let her live."
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Pain exploded in her right side and she heard the crowd roar with approval.
Gasping for air she looked up to see which direction her competitor was coming
from. Beads of perspiration trickled down her face ad her hair hung in lose
clumps sticking to her face. Coughing she stood up slowly, glancing round
cautiously like a nervous animal. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
She seen or more felt he was coming, quickly side stepping his move she
launched her counter attack against him. The alien was an ugly Tarone from
Tatoonie, they were more known for their strength and sheer brutality than
for anything else. Knowing that he would be impossible to kill, her aim
was to knock him out of the ring and manage to stay alive.
Springing away from his grasp, she then suddenly moved forward. Her foot
contracted with his chest, one of the Tarone's only weak spots, she felt pain
tear through her own leg as she crashed to the floor. The crowd roared again,
stiffly she stood up, fighting the waves of pain and exhaustion threatening
to knock her out. She knew that if she too collapsed the fight would be
declared void and she would have to fight him again and this time it would
be to the death.
She limped slowly out of the arena, where the guards grabbed hold of her
and dragged her back to her cell. They half flung, half dropped, her into
the cell roughly and the door shut with a slam behind her. She didn't move
from the position they'd left her in.
"Skye?" a voice asked worriedly.
Skye looked up, her eyes tried to once again become accustomed to the
dimness of the cell after the bright hot light of the arena.
Skye tried to answer but a sudden burst coughing that racked her whole
body prevented her from doing so. She brought her hand up to her mouth and
discovered it had drops of blood through it. Moaning she crawled painfully
on her hands and knees towards her bunk.
Skye's friend swung down from the top bunk to help her friend, the movement
causing her to wince, results of her own last fight. Helping Skye up onto
the bunk she grabbed an old bandage and a bottle of coreillian whiskey.
She passed the bottle to Skye who took a short drink of it and then began
to clean her bruised bleeding face and any other external wounds she could
see.
"It won't help your healing much, her friend said indicating the whiskey,
but it should dull the pain a little."
Skye just nodded, her mouth hurt to badly to speak.
After a few hours she could feel her body begin to heal its self. She moved
slowly from her sleeping position, "Ghost, she asked, how are you holding
up?"
Ghost looked down from her bunk, " I think, it would be more in order for
me to ask how are you holding up", she answered.
Skye sighed softly," I'm surprised I made it out of the there, it's getting
worse. Now they are using real trained commercial fighters up against us, who
only are doing it for publicity and to earn a bit more extra cash purposes.
"I know" Ghost answered grimly, she was worried, very worried, the last
fight she was in should have killed her. But thanks to both hers and Skye's
Wolverian ancestry. They both processed healing abilities. But even for a fully
blooded Wolverian, it would leave them laid up for at least four months, Ghost
had only four days and she was back in the ring in two days time.
"By the way, Ghost continued, Drey was in while you slept, he left some
clean bandages and water for you."
"Really " was the curt reply she got.
When Skye and ghost first found themselves fighting in the Strang arena,
Drey had seemed the best of a bad lot but the truth was he only supplied them
with bandages, water and the odd bottle of correlian whiskey was because
he bet most of his livelihood on them winning their fights and when they didn't
that as yet, hadn't happened.
Light blared in and both Skye and Ghost reflexivity but their hand up to
shield their eyes.
"3A1, a stout but burly human stated, your up next"
"What, Ghost exclaimed, it's not until two days time, and I wasn't given any notice,
I never prepared"
"Well now you've got two hours" the man spat ,"You are against, Tiro Cjun,
3B2 passed away last night so you're taking her place" with that he walked
out and slammed the door behind him.
Ghost looked over to Skye fear outlined in her face. No words were
exchanged since they both knew this was a suicide match. Ghost was in
doubt that she would even be carried back from this fight.
Ghost then took something out from between the railings of her bunk, it
looked like a small , purple, oval shaped stone on a black chain.
"Skye she said firmly, give this to Melanie, I want her to see my memories
, the good times we had."
Skye backed away from Ghost, shaking her head. She knew what this meant
, Ghost was positive that she wouldn't be coming back and wanted Skye to
pass her memories unto her daughter.
A small sob escaped but neither knew whom it was from ,they stood there for
awhile, hugging each other. Before Ghost left she whispered "Get out of here,
anyway possible"
Skye nodded her throat too dry to speak and tears stinging her eyes fiercely.
Skye lay for the rest of the day on her bunk, she didn't even watch the
fight has many did to learn a could be opponents strategies. Turning the small
oval in her hand , she knew the other reason Ghost had given it to her, it
was a reason for Skye to go on living.
****************
A wave of loneliness and pain swept over Skye as she felt Ghost's death.
She tried her best not to cry, her and Ghost had been the last two surviving
members of "Twilight's cry" crew and now the feeling of emptiness
that she was truly and utterly alone overwhelmed her.
Sky touched the small oval and then found her own similar one, laying them
Side-by-side she tried to focus on the future but instead found herself
remembering the past.
"Skye ,I'm positive braids will look absolutely fabulous"
"But Ghost-"
"Look how much your hair had grown since we last braided your hair and
I know if I use Alderain silk instead of industrial elastic bands, your
hair won't fall out this time."
"Ghost, I like my hair the way it is"
"Come on, be adventures!"
"That what you said the last time!"
Skye stifled another sob, it was getting harder not to cry as each passing
moment she knew that she was more and more alone. The past three months
had been hell as it was and the next would now be even tougher. The crew
dropped off rather fast in the first month, till it had only been Ghost
and her left. How they had actually come to be on Strangsoan was still a
somewhat of a mystery to Skye.
It was a routine voyage from Emberlee , to pick up supplies, back
to her home planet. It was Ghost last flight for she was retiring for a while
to be more of a Mother to Melanie. Everything was going as usual, boring.
Until they got caught what seemed to be a meteoroid storm. After signalling
to their companion ship to stay close, they lost all communication. The
meteoroids that were came faster and larger. Forcing the "Twilight's cry" to
land on a nearby habitable planet.
That was when the ship was attacked and boarded. The crew had fought
back and managed to kill several of the attackers but it was no use.
Thinking back on it now, Skye decided it would have been better if they
hadn't fought at all. Then their attackers would not have seen they could
fight and they would not have ended up in this hellhole. Death would have
been easier and a lot more welcome.
*********************************************
Later that night, Drey came. As usual he brought bandages and clean water.
When he came through the door , Skye sat up slowly so as not to add to her
injuries. She looked at him with contempt.
"Tomorrow ,he stated, you're fighting again" He was met with an icy silence
."
There was no such thing as mourning time in here, once the person was
dead that was it, they were gone. They didn't let you waste precious time
on mourning in case they lost their precious money.
"I was sorry about Ghost, he continued, you were a good team, I had been
thinking of getting you two to fight together but she wasn't as good as a
fighter as I'd thought"
Skye glared at him. But still she remained silent until she asked,
"Who am I fighting?"
Skye could see Drey smirk even in the dimness of the cell.
"Tiro Cjun" he answered.
Skye felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she clenched her
fists together.
Drey tossed the bandages at her and left the cell.
Skye continued to stare at the door after he left, fear running through
her , seeking to control it she took deep breaths. She felt anger grow in her
,anger at what had happened to Ghost, the crew, her life. Tomorrow, she thought
,tomorrow I will get revenge.
**********************************
The crowd roared as both opponents came out, some smiling to themselves,
Positive that Tiro Cjun would have an easy fight. Skye faced her opponent,
Eyeing him up, she looked for possible weak points and to see how she could
Use her own disadvantages to her advantage. Tiro was a big ugly alien, his
Background was unclear but it was obvious several breeds of races ran through
Him. A big commercial fighter he viewed these fights as practices and warm ups.
Skye stared at him, directing all her rage towards him. Distantly she
Heard the chime sound for the fight to begin. As she moved into familiar
stances she began to feel adrenalin course through her blood. This was not
a fight she intended to lose.
The crowds roar was deafening but Skye was only dimly aware of it for all her
senses were directed at the one thing, Tiro Cjun. The fight began, something
told her not to use all her normal fighting tactics and instead of trying to
knock him out straight away she danced a little, never letting him get a
blow in. Her catlike movements caused her to spring back from him, she felt
a twinge of pain in her ribs but she could deal with it for the time being.
Suddenly she could taste blood in her mouth, numbness in her face; told her
that she had been hit in the nose. That was it, she was tried of playing.
The pain in her face and side became a distant ache as she made her carefully
calculated moves. She knew exactly where she was aiming for. She swung out
and kicked him into the side, aiming for his middle rib. She seen him stumble
back and Skye could hear his breathing pattern subtly change. Not giving him
a chance to recover she sprang forward once more this time she slashed him
across the neck. Tiro Cjun was now gasping for air, his broken rib pressing
against his lung; he fell back on to the ground and hit the floor with a
muffled thump. His breathing was growing more and more erratic. The crowd
had for once gone to a deadly hush, no one could believe it as Tiro Cjun took
his last breath.
Skye stood up stiffly, aware that her nose still trickled blood she wiped it
with the back of her hand. Looking down at the dead been she looked at him
with pure contempt. Skye didn't care that she had killed him, instinct had
taken over. He had killed Ghost, she had just repaid the deed.
She confidently walked out of the Arena, her head held high. Adrenaline was
still coursing through her veins and she was not properly aware of her wounds
.The guards came to take her to her cell but this time instead of dragging
her to her cell, they let her walk ahead. As she walked she wished to herself
that she could make herself make a run for it, that they would have to shoot
her down, so the pain and loneliness would end.
Drey stood in the shadows, he had been pleased with Skye performance tonight
and decided to bring her to the attention of management, it was time they
too had their own commercial fighter.
**************************************************
Skye could feel the cells emptiness as she entered it. The door as always
slammed shut behind her but this time she was surprised to have actually
walked in and not have been thrown in. She stood still for the deadly silence
was unsettling. There were no comforting words, no up building remarks.
Suddenly she roused herself. Moving automatically she found the bandages and
water and began to dress her wounds. She winced suddenly; locating the pain
she found that she had somehow bruised it in the fight with Tiro Cjun.
Skye tried to think back to the fight. It disturbed her slightly that she had
no proper memory of the fight it was too hazy. She had no recollection of how
she had survived the fight. Syke rolled over onto the dirty grey bunk and she
let the welcome darkness claim her.
A shaft of light and the sound of someone being thrown forward brought Skye
out of her sleep but she didn't show that she had being awoke. She remained
in the same position; back facing the door.
"Skye", Drey said.
But he got no response, no sign of her registering that he was there.
"Skye, he tried again, you have a new cell mate"
Drey knew she was awake, he could tell by the fact that her shoulders
stiffened slightly when he entered the room. He sighed. Drey gestured for
the two guards that accompanied him to exit the cell. Before he left he
stated.
"I hope you will acquaint her with our rules and regulations"
The newcomer scuttled across the room and huddled in the nearest corner,
murmuring softly. Skye for the best part of an hour ignored her. Gradually
the whimpering got louder into what sounded like weeping.
Skye turned round sharply and sat up. Before her was a girl with cropped
sandy brown hair, her hair seemed to match her brown and cream robes. She
regarded the girl dispassionately; from her look Skye gathered that she was
only about fifth teen or sixteen standard years.
***************************************
The young girl trembled, taking in her grim surroundings she noticed the
other girl lying on the bed. The other girl didn't seem bothered with her
and left her to her own devices. The girl tried to stifle her sobs but
couldn't. She started to sob gently but after awhile she could not stop the
torrent of tears that threatened to spill over.
A sharp "Shut up" brought her out of her misery momentarily. Glancing towards
the direction of the cell that it came from. She saw that the other girl was
sitting up, staring at her intently. The other girl appeared rough; her hair
was long, black and matted, her clothes which once may have been white, were
a dirty grey and torn, her face was bruised and cut, the same applied to the
rest of her visible body.
She rubbed at her tear-streaked face and stammered, "Where am I?"
"The Strang fighting Arena" was the reply.
Skye looked again at the young girl, something seemed familiar about her but
she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was the way she dressed, Skye
tried to think back to where she had seen that style before. Then it came to
her, Jedi dressed in brown and cream robes.
"What is your name?" Skye asked.
This was interesting; perhaps with a Jedi as a cellmate it would make it
easier to break out of here.
"I'm Elira Ban," she said, choking back sobs.
"A Jedi, I presume" Skye asked.
Elira shook her head, "No I'm a pawdawan, I'm in training to be a Jedi
knight"
Skye nodded, though not quite understanding. She had heard that people who
were Jedi processed something called the force. They were meant to be very
powerful.
Skye mused on for a bit and then remembered she had to explain the rules to
her.
"Right, she began, in here you fight to stay alive, you will more then likely
be put against a male opponent from other arenas. To win a fight you either
kill the person or knock them unconscious. If you are knocked unconscious,
you lose. Lose ten times and they kill you, by then you would be too badly
damaged to use as a slave."
Continuing on in the matter of fact voice, Skye guessed Elira's next question
"If you both are knocked unconscious the match is declared void and you have
to fight your opponent again, to the death"
Skye watched the Elira as she spoke. Elira grew paler and paler and looked
like she was about to get sick. Skye went to stand up to stretch her legs
and winced in pain. She took a look at her side; the bruising was more severe
than she had thought. It was slowly going a purple colour. Skye winced again. The pain was threatening to knock her over. (Not such a good idea) she mused to herself. To take her mind of her pain she decided to try finding out a bit more about Elira. It then occurred to her that she never told Elira what her name was.
"By the way, I'm Skye Mckerian"
Skye recalled briefly during her studies she researched a little on the Jedi.
"So where's your Master?" Skye inquired.
The girl let out a painful gasp and tears sprang to her eyes. "She tried to
protect me," Elira stammered, but they killed her"
Skye felt a twinge of sympathy; she knew what it was like to lose someone
you were close to.
"It could have been worse," Skye stated simply.
Elira face contained shock and pain. She looked up at her questionly.
"They could have let her live."
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