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Din wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, out of all the jobs he could have taken he of course had to choose the most ridiculous and high profile of them all, of course, this is Din we are talking about. The best of the best when it came to insufferable missions, after all defeating someone like Moff Gideon, a high commander of the Empire, did earn you some respect. But Din Wishes it hadn’t, in fact maybe he shouldn’t even had gotten that close to an Empire General in the first damm place. Maybe then he wouldn’t find himself in a giant arena bound to chains which giant furry creatures held to with a death grip.
‘Farnik Wookies’ thought Din annoyed, as he exhaled and inhaled rapidly through his voice modulator.
The day was clear and sunny, deathly sunny, as you’d expect from a planet such as Tatooine. The combination of sand and sweat wasn’t one Mando was a fan of, however he had put off the discomfort knowing the job would only take a week at most, that was of course, before the job lister sold him out and got immediately captured and passed on to the arena enlisters, only then did he realize this would take a bit longer than that.
“Load them in” a rough voice ordered, breaking Din out of his trance, soon enough He was pushed forward into the sandy enclosure, next to at least 15 others.
Din sighed in annoyance, the job had been compromised but there was no way he was leaving without his target, he’d find a reward somewhere else for sure, besides with the time he wasted, he was for sure late with the Razors Crests payment.
“Welcome everyone to the event you’ve all been waiting for!” A voice said, Booming from above, Din looked up to see crowds of creatures surrounding them, jumping in anticipation.
A man dressed in red stood proudly in the prominent VIP viewing area, with a microphone on one hand and a fan in the other. “From outer to inner rim we have found you the best of the best” he continued “just for your candid entertainment” he grinned widely as if he wasn’t about to witness mass murder.
“And of course we can’t forget our very special guests, everyone give a big round of applause to the Hutts and Admiral Ozzel!”
The man looked back at the inner half of the VIP lounge, his target was for sure in there.
“And without any more delay, let the game begin!”
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Luke was only mildly annoyed when his father suggested that he’d partake in more of the social events of being royalty. He, of course, rejected the idea at first, there was far too much to do and every day the Rebellion grew stronger, pitiful still, but stronger.
So in ways he will never outwardly say, he was rather refreshed by the warm air his home planet gifted him with, yes, Tatooine was indeed his favorite, though he’d never admit it.
“Ah, my lord, it's an honor to have you on our humble planet” A short trandoshan grinned toothly whilst bowing down next to the other two at the tall balcony.
Luke only rolled his eyes under his white hood and walked forward into the viewing platform, yet staying far away enough from it as well.
“Is there anything I can do for you my lord?” The reptilian humanoid insisted, now more nervous than ever.
“Leave us” was the only command the blond gave, staring deeply into the deserted abyss.
“Oh, of course, my apologies” and with that he left, leaving the young sith alone with the infamous Hutt Twins.
From there Luke was able to relax into a state of charm and edge as the three discussed the future of the power imbalanced deserted planet. Politics, alliances, trades, it all came easy to him, being able to relax into the lesser problems of an unimportant world made him ease his nerves with the future of the galaxy at his hands.
“Welcome everyone to the event you’ve all been waiting for!”
Luke turned his head back at the arena, where now many creatures stood, some timid others raging, waiting for the moment to take it all out. However his eyes landed on a rather interestingly dressed individual, covered in slick Beskar armour,
vibrantly reflecting the world around. For once the Sith Lord could not read the individual's thoughts, in fact he couldn’t even feel his presence where he stood.
“I’ve seen you’ve taken interest in the Mandalorian” Said a low voice from behind him, a man, no older than himself stood proudly, dressed in the imperial uniform.
“Admiral” Luke greeted plainly, so that’s why the armour looked so familiar. He had heard of the legendary warrior race but never seen them in person, how interesting. “Who is he?” The blonde asked, trying to feign disinterest.
“The Silver Mandalorian is quite the famous individual around these parts, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of the duel he faced off with Moff Gideon”
“What duel?”
But before he could answer the booming sounds of guns and drums broke through, some ran, others fought, but most cheered from the sidelines.
The show had begun…