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Shock registered on Elira face, the bluntness of the statement caused her to blink twice. It made her think, how bad was it here anyway. She shook involuntarily, the cell was quickly become cold, and she stood up to try get her blood flowing in her legs again.

Skye was indifferent; the long stay here had caused her to be like that. You couldn't trust anyone in case they turned on you and they would. She told Elira where to sleep for even she could see the tiredness in her stance.

It creaked as Elira climbed onto the top bunk. She shied away as she seen something move on the bunk but when she located it found that it was only a spider. Sighing she rolled over and fell into a troubled sleep. Skye also tried to do the same but found she could not. Ideas were racing through her head of how to get out of here. Having a Jedi as her cellmate was certainly going to play to her advantage.

It dawned on her that she was going to have to find out both hers and Elira fight schedules if they wanted to escape. So she could decide which time would they both be lease likely to be badly hurt. She grimaced as she realised who was the only person that had the fight details, Drey.

She stood up and walked over to the cell door. To get the guards attention she began hammering on it. She heard the noise of something been thrown down and the sound of a chair creaking back. The slow heavy footsteps indicated he was bigger alien.

"What do ya want"? he growled.
Skye took a deep breath, "I need to talk to Drey"; her voice held authority and she tried to keep any contempt she was feeling out of it.

The guard barked out a laugh "This will be a first" he muttered to himself.
He walked off and Skye paced the room impatiently.
Elira was still sleeping.

He returned after a few minutes with two other guards and opened the cell door. "He'll see you now" he grunted. Then gestured for her to come out of the cell. Skye stepped out cautiously, the guards were mean looking and strong.

As she walked down the stingy lit corridor she happened to glance at a window as she passed it. She hated what she saw. Her long once glossy black hair had turned a dull black and grey streak were beginning to find their way through it, her face looked sore and ugly a far cry from what she once was. Seeing this made her for once be happy there was no mirrors in the place.

She entered the room; it was sparsely lit but somewhat decorative. Drey sat smirking in a plush chair behind a mall desk.
"Sit, sit," he commanded.

Skye had grown used to being told what to do so obeyed without hesitation. He waited for her to speak.

"I would like the fight schedules for 3Zc and I. She hasn't fought before and needs to learn the routine."

Drey smiled thinly, "Is that so," he asked.
Skye only nodded, as she was growing more and more uncomfortable.
"What makes you think you deserve to get them without nothing in return", he asked.

"I've increased your pay packet, your status, what more could you ask for"

He looked at her and said slyly "A lot more."
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The office suddenly felt as if it had got a hundred times smaller. Skye fought to keep control as Drey got up and began slowly making his way towards her, only stopping to look at certain items. Skye focused straight ahead and tried to appear calm. Drey circled round her and finally stopped behind her chair.

"I'd like to make a proposition to you," he whispered into her ear.

He knew he was making her uncomfortable, that was the whole idea of it.
"What" she hissed.

Drey straightened up, "You have talent, I've watched you fight long enough to know. How would you like to become our next commercial fighter?"

Skye almost gasped with relief.
"That depends, she answered coldly, on if there are any benefits involved."

Drey smirked, "Naturally."

This, Skye knew, could play to her advantage.

Skye left Drey' offices looking very smug. She had managed to get the fight schedule of him and was pleased with herself. She had also learned something else very significant; she was no longer on a planet. They were orbiting a planet's moon and every so often they would get prisoners from the larger encampment on the planet. But the ship was where the fighting was done.

Skye tried to get an idea of where she was as they walked her back to her cell. But it all looked the same. Walking into the cell, she noticed that Elira was asleep.

"Wake up, she hissed, I have your fight schedule."

Elira was groggy and sore and it took her a while to comprehend what was going on.

"That's a good thing?"

Skye scowled, "Yes, sometimes you only get hours in advance when you are fighting but with this you get days."

Elira looked terrified and curled herself into a ball. She didn't know how she would fight, how she would be able to survive. Her life until now had always been sheltered, she never had to worry about anything before.

"Look you don't have to worry about it, you have the force."

Elira winced. "No, I don't, I lost my connection to it when my Master was killed."

Skye stared at her intently. This was going to make everything a lot harder.

"I guess you will just have to fight without it. When you fight, you concentrate on nothing else but surviving. You just fight, don't look at the people around you, just your opponent. Don't even think, I want you to rely on instinct, nothing more nothing less."

Elira looked away from Skyes steely gaze. She understood what she was saying but didn't know how she could do it. This wasn't what she was trained for. To kill another lifeform. She gulped, fear rising within her. The ground felt very close and she suddenly slumped to the ground.

Skye rolled her eyes and heaved her up onto the lower bunk. It was times like these that she missed Ghost. She didn't balk at the slightest bit of danger.

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She killed a sudden urge to lash out and hurt something. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on nothingness, attempting to soothe her tattered emotions. Perhaps if this new one was good it would take some pressure of her but she had a feeling it was only beginning.

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Elira crawled back into the cell after her first match. She felt as if death were close at hand. Every movement she took hurt and she had no idea how she was going to get back up to her top bunk.

Glancing upwards she noticed that Skye was sitting on the top bunk, leaving the bottom one free. For the moment Skye was ignoring her so she was left to her own devices. She heaved herself up on to the bunk and just lay there. Not having the strength or endurance of pain to move herself into a more comfortable position.

Presently Skye checked up on her. She shoved a bottle into her grasp and when Elira drank from it. She spluttered, not been used to drinking. "Hurts, everywhere," She gasped.

Skye nodded "It will only get worse." She didn't even bother attempting to offer false comfort, her time in the arena having killed most of her compassion.

"Nine times," Skye said gruffly, nine times left to lose like that."

Elira didn't bother trying to respond, the motion of even nodding her head caused too much pain. She couldn't believe how someone could just go out and try to kill a fellow being like that. How they could stay so emotionless and then how people could watch it for enjoyment. There wasn't a trace of humanity in it.

Skye turned from her again, she felt the whole place shudder and knew that it was on the move again. Somehow she needed to get near a console and find their exact coordinates. Now that was a little to optimistic and she doubted strongly that she would so she would just have to compromise. She began to work out how exactly she would escape. But it relied on two thing; first Skye convincing Drey to let Elira and her fight together and secondly Elira regaining control over the force.

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"Skye please."
"Why me?"
"I don't know something to do with the fact that you're my best friend."
"Oh that."
"Skye!"
"Okay, okay, I'll come but I don't want to, understood?"
A 13-year old Skye looked up at the 15 year old Ghost pleadingly. "Please don't make me come."
"Skye, it won't kill you." Ghost stated. "For all you know, you might even enjoy flying."

"Unlikely, I get airsick at the thought of it."


The image wavered and shook and disappeared, leaving the coldness of the cell.
It was a memory from almost 10 years ago when Ghost had forced Skye to come to a fighting seminar and surprisingly Skye had become hooked to it.

Skye passed her hand over the opal and watched the memory dissipate. She was using her own opal, too upset to use Ghosts. Elira was recovering from her last fight and hopefully sleeping. Skye hadn't wanted her to see that.

Though that memory momentarily brought comfort yet nothingness still remained. It was getting harder to fight any suicidal tendency she harboured since there was an opportunity to end her life everyday. But her promise to Ghost stopped her from going through with it.

Skye rubbed at her bruised side, Drey hadn't got her to fight since she killed Tiro Cjun. That brought a grim smile to her. At least she had done something right.
Also her food rations had changed. They were actually getting something that may have once been eatable food and an odd time there was meat but Skye was sure that was either left over kill or rats. She hoped it was the latter.

All she was waiting for now was a new cell. She snorted at the thought of that. There was no such thing as that. Their cell was probably the best suite in the dump.
Something in the grey shadows moved, stopped and moved again. It started scratching and scratching, looking for something to eat. Concluding that it was more than likely a rat Skye chose to ignore it. Until the scratching noise became unbearable, she ran her hand along the wall and located a small broken rock. Aiming it as best as she could she flung it with deadly accuracy at the noise. The rat stopped scratching and moving.

As it hit the rat, the noise woke Elira up.
"What happened?" She asked groggily.

"Breakfast. Though if I knew we were heading back to the planet surface I would have kept it to sell."

Elira wrinkled her nose in disgust. "We are not really going to eat that?"

"What do you think you have been eating for the last few days?"

Elira felt her stomach churn and quickly got up and ran to the corner where she got sick violently.

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