<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.ibb.co/XZ1NGxc/david-marin-tatooine-mos-espa-arena-concept-2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Cloak and rags, the crowd of slaves made their way through the perverse gazes of their masters as they stood on elevated ground. They were crowded together like cattle. Every now and then there was some pompous child whom would throw popcorn or the equivalent at the crowd. As someone threw a canteen of water at the crowd, the item seemed to freeze in mid-air, the water which was spilling from its open neck seem to stay still as it would be suddenly drawn into the crowd. Disappearing amongst the cloaked rags. What? Who?<br/><br/>Taking a satisfyingly long sip of the cool liquid, a short female within the crowd of the slaves could be spotted, dressed in what seemed to be a hybrid of robes and light plated armor. As if she was a warrior of somekind, though it didn't really seem viable due to her size and level of virtual maturity.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFBF">"How'd you do that? You magic lady?"</span>A shorter, smaller girl, asked as she looked up towards the older one. It seemed it was a child whom was admiring the woman. Haze simply smiled down at her as her golden eyes looked through the green hues which gave her the reflection of her own face. Their two ankles seemed to be chained together, so they were going to the same place. The Gladiator Arena.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Magical enough to keep you from getting hurt, kiddo."</span>Handing the canteen to the child, she would pat their head with both hands as they were cuffed together before looking forward. That's when she felt something, a ping with the force as she was reaching out like a sonar. Trying to find someone else whom was force sensitive and could respond. Someone who could possibly be a Jedi, someone who could get her out of this mess.<br/><br/>Being lead through the front gates, they finally saw the sky above them. Staring towards the sky, Haze would purse her lips a bit as she listened to the little one slurping the water out of the canteen beside her.<span style="color: #00BFBF">"You shouldn't lie ya know,"</span>The little girl abruptly said which broke Haze's concentration.<span style="color: #00BFBF">"Your only goal is to save the universe, so what am I to something like that?"</span>Haze's eyes closed partially as if they were pained by the fact a child could think of something like that. Wait, where did the child hear about this?<span style="color: #00BFBF">"You were talking in your sleep again~"</span>The child seemed to giggle a bit as she was clasping the canteen so hard that she was making a little dent in it with her palms.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"I envy you,"</span>Haze laughed a little as all the slaves spread out across the Arena with their partners. Her eyes wandered across what was about to become a blood bath. This world was so harsh. The sand, the two suns above.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I hate sand..."</span>She muttered to herself before concentrating on the force sensitive ping from earlier. The receiver would likely hear something similar to static on a telepathic level, if they didn't try to block the telepathic attempt, a visual message would appear to them mentally.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"My name is Haze Jinn'Da, I have been enslaved and placed in the gladiator Arena. I can't escape without abandoning my partner,"</span>she began to send the telepathic message before the cuffs suddenly let out an electric shock, cutting off the telepathic transmission. Falling to her knees, Haze would close her eyes completely and after a few seconds, her cuffs popped off her wrists and ankle. Then looking over towards the kid, she picked them up and swung them onto her back as the horn sounded. Their entrance closed and multiple gates began to open. The sound of wild animals and predators could be heard. There had to be at least one Krayt Dragon.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0040">"Oi! Haze, I paid good money for you! Put those cuffs back on and fight, you filthy hybrid!"</span>A voice boomed from the crowd which was watching within the Arena, though it didn't seem to phase the girl at all. With the little one on her back, began to separate herself from the other slaves as they all scattered or tried to fight in vein against the beasts which were released.<span style="color: #FF0040">"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"</span>The man growled and pounded on his stand's table.<span style="color: #FF0040">"Fight you little-!"</span>The man was cut off as he could feel himself being picked up and tossed out onto the Arena floor by a seemingly invisible force. Though he landed completely uncontrolled and ended up hitting his head on the outer rim of the arena before meeting with the sandy floor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Hm... At least he's no longer making anymore noise,"</span>Haze scoffed to herself before looking over towards the large rancor which was casting its shadow over her little party of three.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Huh..."</span>Reaching out with one hand, she picked up her owner with the force and held it out for the rancor, literally bringing it close to its face.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Hmm?"</span><span style="font-style: italic">Please take the gesture and leave me alone, you dumb overgrown reptile...</span>