"FIGHT!" Saquesh yelled, raising his fist into the air. Relador decided not to use the swords, he hadn't used his fist in a while. The girl charged, her swords dancing slightly. "I will get out of here, not you!" she yelled, swinging her swords in an elaborate G pattern.
Relador leaped backwards, then reversed his momentum and jumped forwards, disarming the girl before she could even see what happened. "Don't worry, both of us will escape this Hell." He said quietly as his fists acted like swords themselves, twisting and turning, executing intricate twists and parries.
"Holy shit you're good! Perhaps your mind is as good as your fighting technique. I might trust you, what must we do?" she asked, her curiosity awoken.
"Let me beat you, but make it look real. Then I will use the Permacrete charges that I have in my bag to blow open the Pit's door. I will get you and we can kill Saquesh, get out of here, and I can then teach you my fighting style if you want. I'll give you details as we go along, for now just make it look real but pull the punches at the last possible second." Relador replied, pulling the last few punches.
"In order to make it look real, you will have to at least knock me unconscious, so don't pull your punches, just don't kill. I will work with you, for now." She said, pulling her punches.
"Agreed." Relador said briefly. The two leaped backwards, and changed forms. The girl, who revealed herself to be Sretheri, went to the Ataru form, mainly used for aggressive attacks. Relador however, used a new form called Rethor, a form utilizing skill more then strength and is meant to stun, rather then kill.
The two fought for hours, tiring not. Then Relador decided he was bored with this, and went all out. His speed vastly increased, his strength actually being used. He utilized all the combat skill he had, far outdoing his opponent. All she could do was stand and watch as the unstoppable force that Relador had become charged with lightning speed, striking the pressure point under the neck so hard she was knocked out cold, seemingly dead.
"Magnificent! Absolutely amazing! I will allow you to work for me." Saquesh said with incredible glee.
"I will only work for you on one condition Saquesh. Instead of killing her, you will release her into my care. I said that she had the perfect build, for my teaching. She is the only one in the galaxy, throughout all the races, with the build capable of utilizing my fighting techniques, and making her own from them. I do not expect you to understand, only to comply." Relador declared boldly, trying to do this the easy way.
"And deny myself the pleasures of torturing her to death? Hell no! If you won't work, you die, remember?" the alien yelled angrily.
"I am not afraid of death Saquesh, nor of you, nor the Exchange. If I have to, I will fight my way out of here to train her." Relador yelled back, his swords glowing.
"What the? A Jedi! Take him down!" Saquesh yelled at his Gammorean followers. They picked up their axes and charged, squealing like the pigs they were. Relador slashed several of them before they even got to do anything.
Sretheri awoke to the sounds of battle and the squeals of dying Gammoreans. She grabbed her weapons and fought alongside Relador, each using attack forms that complimented the other. It took only minutes for the Gammoreans to die.
"Saquesh, it seems your little piggy friends are dead. What now, will you fight us? Or will you be smart? Your choice, just do me a favor, pick quickly, we have a ship to catch after all." Sretheri said, her face dark and murderous.
"We leave him here to die Sretheri. We already have enough trouble with the Exchange. We don't want any more attention. We also will miss our ride if we stay here any longer. Come on, I'll weld the door shut on the way out. No amount of security or demolitions skill will get him out of here." Relador said, grabbing Sretheri's arm.
"No wait! I can get the Exchange off your backs! Just please, don't let me die!" Saquesh pleaded pathetically.
"Typical gang boss behavior. When he has his friends around, he is such a tough adversary, but when their friends all die, they cower in fear and plead for their lives. I suppose we could let you live if you'd be willing to help us. But know this, if you so much as dare to consider betraying us, I will torture you using a bit of an old method, the 1,000 slices. I suggest you researched it." Relador said, his face darker then Sretheri's.
The two walked out, leaving a devastated Saquesh to drown in his own lake of fear. "Do you think we overdid it?" Sretheri asked, looking back.
"No, he should have known that this would eventually happen. No gang boss, not even one in the Exchange, is totally immune to threat. Enough talk, you need to save your energy for after we get a ship and get our asses outta here. Saquesh was right about one thing though, we've made quite a few friends with the Exchange it seems." Relador said calmly. They found a small, empty cargo ship. Relador crossed a few wires, put in the launch codes, and flew off of Narr Shadarr.