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The shifting sands of the of the inhospitable planet of Tatooine rumbled and buckled as the thunderous roar of the blood lusting masses screeched and echoed through the arid desert air. Sarthis the Hutt was hosting his fortieth cycle gladiatorial games at his vast palace complex located deep within the feared Forbidden Dunes sector of Tatooine. The arena was massive, easily seating over ten thousand life forms of every sentient species to have ever roamed the Outer Rim. Up in his lavish throne suite, Sarthis looked down on the action surrounded by his plethora of guards, servants and henchmen. The sizable slug like alien, controlled one of the most lucrative and powerful cartels in all of Hutt controlled space and he was one of the most feared crime lords in the known galaxy. Sarthis’ reputation was so dire that even the Neo Jedi Order of the New Republic, made it a point to steer clear of his operations.
As the various alien gladiators faced off in open combat, a dark and sinister face glared down from Sarthis’ throne suite. Garbed in the intimidating black robes and hood of a Sith Lord, Darth Tragedis narrows his pale orange and red eyes as he peers from beneath his black hood. His face adorned with various Sith tattoos, taking on the vague shape of a human skull. The skin around his left eye, a burnt and scarred mass was a tell tale sign of his body undergoing Dark Side degradation. His very essence infested with the malignant energies of the Dark Side of the Force. Another henchmen soon joins Tragedis in the suite next to Sarthis, adorned in the unmistakable armor of a Mandolorian mercenary, this is Kayto Dass , another of Sarthis’ top enforcers.
“Quite a show, aye?” says Kayto addressing the Sith.
Tragedis shoots Kayto and annoyed stare “A tired exercise in tedium if I’ve ever seen one.”
Kayto smirks, when a new gladiator is suddenly announced in the arena. Sarthis lets out a hearty and guttural laugh as he witnesses a new fighter of gigantic stature being led out into the arena by various guards. The figure stands nearly eight feet tall, and is dressed in a tattered tunic that covers nearly his entire body, his face obscured by a facial wrap of brown cloth. As soon as Tragedis catches sight of the new addition, an odd feeling washes over him as he begins to feel almost nauseated, his hands emitting a slight trembling. The figure is unshackled an handed a large spear. Tragedis’ breathing becomes more labored as he begins to feel a deep rumbling within The Force. Kayto looks over and notices this.
“Feeling a little worse for ware, are we?”
Tragedis looks over and swallows hard “I’ve never felt a presence like this in all my life. I feel great ripples in the nexus of the Force itself, as if all energies are converging on that very spot, it’s incredible…where did they find this being?”
“Patrols say they picked him up this morning, he volunteered for the fights.” says Kayto.
“By the name of Korriban, something isn’t right. No one’s presence within The Force is this strong…” says Tragedis.
In the next ensuing hours, the crowds go wild as the new fighter commences to tear apart every single opponent he’s pitted against with almost impossible strength.
“Most impressive…” says Sarthis.
After defeating almost twenty opponents in rapid succession, the mysterious gladiator looks up to Sarthis and kneels “I hope this performance pleases his Excellency.” the figure says in an almost reptilian hiss.
“You’ve done well gladiator, it is customary that you be rewarded with an opponent of your choosing. If you defeat this last one, you go free.” says Sarthis.
“Indeed…than with his Excellency’s permission, I choose him!” says the gladiator as he points directly towards Tragedis.
Sarthis laughs with glee “A bold proposal…”
As the stranger stares up at the Sith, an ear splitting pain begins to tear at Tragedis’ mind, causing him to shutter back. Whoever this was, his presence within the Force was so powerful that drips of blood began to spill from the Sith Lord’s nose.
Kayto steps beside his fellow enforcer “What’s goin on here raider? Who is that, what’s happening?”
Tragedis breathes hard in anger, his rage building. He wipes the blood from his nose and points down at the stranger and in a low and frightening echo he says “Who are you dreg?”
The stranger stands mockingly silent with enrages Tragedis even more “Answer me whelp!” but again the figure remains silent.
“What say you my lord? A challenge has been laid down, will you accept or is that nose bleed a sign of fear?” says Sarthis to the amusing laughter of the surrounding court.
“Enough!!!!” yells Tragedis. “Alright than maggot, if you wish to die at the hands of a Sith, so be it!”
Tragedis than Force Leaps from the throne suite down into the arena to the cheers of the crowds. He throws off his robes and hood to reveal his leathery black armor underneath and battle ready. The stranger lets out a low cackle…
“All in due time Dark Sider. But first feel the power of the One Unified…” the stranger says as he raises his arms.
Suddenly Tragedis feels a bubble of immense Force energy emanate from the stranger’s body so powerful that it drops the Sith to his knees and causes him to vomit up blood. After a few moments, the Sith staggers to his feet.
“You manifested a Force Beacon…your calling to others! What in the name of the Living Force are you?”
“As I said, all in due time.”
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