Neb: I do not own Star Wars Rebels, I hope you enjoy the fanfic.

A man with light brown hair, six horns, tanned skin, and slightly darker tattoos across his face and body was work in an iron mine. He grunted as one of his friends got hit with an electric whip. "Keep mining, our forces needed this material to wipe out rebel scum," an imperial shouted. The man's eyes moved to his friend to see if she was alright. She was a human with black hair, dark brown skin, and blue eyes. He felt something hit his back as a shock wave went right through him. "Work!" He growled on instinct and then started back at mining for iron. He had to keep his eyes on his work, but he couldn't resist the urge to see if she was alright. His eyes quickly darted to his friend who was picking up her equipment ready to work again.

"The Zabrak wants to be taught a lesson again," a female imperial spoke up. The imperial was wearing silver Mandalorian armor with red imperial symbols on it. Like the other imperial trooper, she carried an electric whip at her side. She also had a gauntlet she could fire blaster shots from and shoot fire. At least those were the only two features he's seen from her gauntlet. She would occasionally make an example of one of the weaker miners to place fear into the slaves. down here, the Mandalorian lady was the only one in charge. No one knew her name, they only referred to her as ma'am, or base commander. Down here she was the only person allowed to kill anyone, the other imperials were given whips, but she didn't allow weapons that a slave could easily get a hold of. Not that she didn't beg for a challenge every so often.

The Zabrak looked at her and grunted. Before turning his head back to his work. He felt the whip shock him again as he collapsed to his knees. "Look at your base commander slave!" He turned his head back to her and she kicked him on the ground.

"Leave him alone," the human woman shouted and all the imperials in the room grabbed their whips. The Mandalorian smiled as she walked over to the girl.

"3B22I9, was that a command?" The Mandalorian glared at the slave who back away from her and tried to go back to work like it didn't happen. She received a smack and then was kicked in the chest by the base commander. "Zabrak, stand up and challenge me." His eyes widened when he remembered everyone who was given that command would be executed by her. He moved to his knees and bowed to her in submission.

"I beg you base commander, don't kill me," he groveled and she just looked down at him through her Mandalorian helmet.

"I give you the same option as I did every other slave. I won't use my weapons, hand to hand. If you lose, I execute you."

"If I win, they'll execute me," he cried as the imperials kept their hands, by the weapons.

"Nonsense," she laughed. "You won't beat me." He got to his feet and was immediately kicked in the chest causing him to stumble back. The Zabrak swung a punch, but was flipped over by her in an instant. He swung a kick towards her knee and she then stumbled and then got back up quickly. "Finally some fun!" She swung several kick and punches, landing every hit she swung causing the Zabrak to fall back towards a couple of Rodian slaves. The Zabrak head but her and managed to scratch her helmet with his three smaller horns, and leave three dents with his bigger ones. She fell back and then took off her helmet revealing a blonde woman with freckles, a ponytail, and green eyes. Her skin was pail and she had two long scars across her face. She grinned at the Zabrak with blood lust. She charged at him and swung three kicks at him hitting him at the same place in his chest.

He wondered why she was going for his chest. His back was the weak point of his body due to getting whipped, yet she seems to avoid that area. Speaking of weak point, with her helmet off, he could land a blow past her iron armor finally. With that he got to his feet in a fighting stance known to his people.

"Finally! What I've been waiting for!" She charged at him and moved to swing more punches. Yet, for some reason, she was moving slowly in front of him. It was like he was predicting the attacks she was going to make. When she moved in to swing a punch towards his face. He ducked out of it, caught her next kick, and then swung a punch of his own which connected with her jaw causing her to his the stone floor.

"How dare you," an imperial shouted as he drew his whip. The imperials closed in on the Zabrak who fell back in fear.

"1A12I9, you out lived your usefulness." The Zabrak rolled to the side dodging the next whip attack and then rolled back towards a tunnel and ran down it as fast as he could.

"The savage beast, there is no way he'll escape from that tunnel, it's closed off," one of the imperials laughed as the Base Commander was being checked out by the doctor.

"Looks like a concussion," the doctor sighed. "I'll get her fixed up in the med lab."

"Can't be helped then," a trooper spoke up. "As acting base commander, I order for the destruction of the Zabrak."

"Sir, the tunnel was ordered to close down later today, there are no resources down that way."

"Good, seal him off," the acting base commander ordered. One of the troopers moved towards a switch and the human girl charged at him before getting whipped by the other troopers.

"Damn slave," the one of the troopers growled before typing in a code that collapsed the tunnel the Zabrak ran down.

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A few hours later, the Zabrak woke up trapped in the darkness with little to no air and no way out. He grunted as a few tears rolled down his face. He heard a voice in the distance call his name. His head moved around as he tried to locate the voice. He saw a light emerge in front of him. Floating in front of him was a white crystal. He tried to move his left arm, but couldn't feel it. So, he moved his right arm and grabbed the crystal causing it to turn from white to green.

"Warron..."

He was confused by what was spoken, but he knew one thing. That wasn't his number he was being addressed by, it was his name."