Sal’ica sighed as he walked through the harsh sun of the world. If it wasn’t for the sun visor built into his helmet it would have blinded him. Plus the heat would have killed him if it wasn’t for the thermal regulator built into the armour. Originally he had been sent here as a favor for the Jedi council, although they gave him sanctuary and a place to live he wasn’t officially a member of their order. But as a former Master of the Gardia he was incredibly powerful. Him living in this grey area meant that he could do stuff for the council which their members couldn’t. He didn't mind given everything they had done for him. If the rumors were true there was a force sensitive among those slaves on Tatooine. But with the world not being a part of the republic they had no official claim to the child so the council had asked him to go.  His droid was currently scooting along side him humming quietly to itself. When he got close to the arena he sense it. Roar untrained power.<span style="color: #00FF00">“A One get back to the ship. I’m thinking I’m going to need a quick evac.” </span><br/>He walked up to the guards on the gate.<span style="color: #00FF00">“You will let me through. I have business inside.” </span>Their weapons were no threat to him in his armour even without his sabers. But he’d rather not fight if he could help it.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Your weapons. Leave them here.” </span>One of the guards replied.<br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“I have no weapons.”</span>Sal spoke extending his will outwards to both guards. For a moment, in their mind he had no weapons. They lifted their basic staves and opened the door.<br/>Sal’ica emerged into the spectator stands they were cheering for a small girl to be eaten by a freaking Rancor. He pulled free his pistol and took aim, compressing the trigger. Like any member of the Primean Warrior cast he was an implacable shot. So even though his blasters sheer power probably could have tore through the creatures Armour he aimed for the eye. His aim, combined with his force sensitivity was implacable. For a moment or two the purple Dimondus energy gathered at the barrel of the gun before for shooting outwards and impacting the creature.<br/>Before it had even finished hitting the floor he leapt into the arena. Ignoring the guards moving towards him, since his Armour could handle anything less than a heavy blaster cannon, and force pushed the corpse of the dead creature into the stands. He was after all grey, and couldn’t stand people who endorsed the slave trade. Let alone people who cheered for said slaves to be brutally killed.<br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“Where are you sister?”</span>He growled down his comm.<br/><span style="color: #0000FF">‘Your droid only just got here give me five and I’ll be there.’</span><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“Great just great!”</span>He drew his Fulcrum sabers igniting the six purple blades.<span style="color: #00FF00">“Hey you force user? Blaster pistol or saber?”<br/></span>