Rango entered the central arena and opened a crate alongside the Wookiee. "Hahahahahaha! You scum—all of you—DIE!!" In Arena Two, a Dagg man
Rango entered the central arena and opened a crate alongside the Wookiee.
"Hahahahahaha! You scum—all of you—DIE!!"
In Arena Two, a Dagg man balanced on his arms, using his agile feet to fire a blaster wildly at the spectator stands.
After a brief, stunned silence, gunfire erupted across the remaining arenas.
At that moment, all the coliseum's sealed gates flew open, and distant chaos echoed from the depths of the facility.
Spectators fled in panic. A crate suddenly flew toward the stands and crashed down at Amir's feet.
Security guards began firing stun blasts at the rioting slaves. Some rushed into the lower levels—clearly, something had gone wrong in the prison blocks as well.
Rehn was completely panicked. The hunched hammerhead Ithorian scrambled behind his bodyguards, shouting out orders in distress.
Amir spotted Senil watching from the sidelines, still present. When their eyes met, the old Quarren even gave him a polite nod.
No way. This chaos had Senil's fingerprints all over it. The explosion earlier had already triggered Amir's suspicions—something about it felt too familiar.
Still, this played in their favor. Better this mayhem than watching Rango fight to the death. In the chaos, they had a real shot at escape.
Amir didn't hesitate. His blaster pistol had been confiscated at the entrance, but the crate at his feet held a fresh weapon. He opened it and armed himself.
Veronica, already reacting, deployed her left arm and fired a compressed explosive round at the slaves firing at Rango and Chewbacca.
BOOM! A cluster of them were blown back instantly.
Amir gave a wry smile. The situation was now completely out of control. He grabbed the blaster and rushed after Veronica toward the arena floor.
The spectator stands sat ten meters above the arena—too high for a safe jump. But Veronica didn't care. She leapt straight down into Arena One, her left arm firing a blast of gas near the ground to slow her fall.
Amir had long practiced using the Force to soften his landings. He leapt down after her, landing smoothly.
No Jedi dies from falling. And the Sith? They'd probably survive being cut in half.
Together, they sprinted toward the central arena. Rango and Chewbacca were crouched behind cover while a few deranged slaves continued spraying blaster fire in every direction.
Their aim was so terrible it made stormtroopers look precise.
Once they reached Rango, Veronica crouched behind the barricade and began blasting away with reckless abandon. Her aim wasn't great either—but her sheer firepower was enough to suppress the enemy.
"Amir! Veronica!"
"ROOAARR!"
"They're friends!" Rango shouted to reassure Chewbacca.
Amir quickly examined Rango's wounded arm. It was nearly severed—he needed immediate treatment.
"We have to get out of here. Let's retreat through the side arenas," Amir said.
The central arena did have an upper exit, but it was total chaos up front.
Just then, a squad of guards stormed in from Arena One, aiming to subdue the uprising.
"We're spectators!" Amir called out.
But the guards didn't care. They opened fire with stun blasts—no one had briefed them on who was who, and they were under orders to neutralize everyone first and sort things out later.
Rango couldn't wait. Chewbacca was bleeding badly too.
Amir looked toward the cluster of armed slaves in the center. He slowly stood and raised his blaster.
Across the arena, another figure stood up. A Mandalorian.
Amir squinted. The helmet looked familiar. The Mandalorian aimed his blaster at the leftmost enemy.
Amir already had the rightmost one lined up.
They fired in perfect sync.
PFT-PFT-PFT!
From left to right, each enemy was hit square in the chest and dropped. From right to left, each one had their arms or hands shot, their weapons clattering to the floor.
The result was the same—no one left firing.
Only Amir and the Mandalorian remained standing. Their weapons were aimed squarely at one another.
Neither pulled the trigger.
Amir stared at the Mandalorian's helmet. Could it be... him?
As the memory settled in, he recognized the armor. No doubt. It was him—the single dad himself. He must be in his early twenties now.
What was he doing here? Training? Practicing?
Amir had no way of knowing his wild guess was spot on.
But with no threats remaining, there was no reason to fight.
Amir slowly lowered his blaster and retracted his left hand.
The Mandalorian did the same.
Seeing this, Veronica quickly hoisted Rango over her shoulder. Amir supported Chewbacca. Together, they moved toward a nearby exit.
It was time to go.
In the Viewing Stands
With most of the security forces diverted to suppress the riot below, only four guards remained to protect Rehn.
Down below, seventy or eighty slaves—imprisoned who knew how long—had erupted in open rebellion. Forced into the bloodsport of the coliseum, treated like livestock, bought and sold without rights, their fury had finally boiled over.
And now, they were armed.
The ship that had dropped the weapons had already crashed into one arena and exploded, destroying all evidence.
Some of the crates that had landed in the stands were picked up by onlookers.
"Heh heh... looks like things are getting away from you, Mr. Rehn. Need a hand?" Senil appeared beside the hammerhead alien at just the right time.
Below, the riot had spilled into the stands. Most of the spectators had already fled, but some were still trapped in the chaos.
"Senil! SENIL!!" Rehn's gurgling rage crackled through his translator, amplified only slightly in pitch.
"You! It was YOU!"
"Heh... What do you mean, me? The riot? Don't be absurd—I was your guest, remember?"
"Lady Bradley won't forgive this! She's connected—Black Sun! You'll be executed!!"
"No need for shouting," Senil replied calmly. "Lady Bradley won't be coming after me. Isn't she off visiting her handsome senator friend tonight? A shame, really. Heard his family ran into a little... tragedy. Heh."
"YOU! YOU—!"
The Ithorian roared in helpless rage.
Senil's men silently raised their weapons.
And so, a full stop was placed on tonight's bloody spectacle.
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