The lightsaber danced, and the thugs blocking his path were sliced into chunks of flesh before they could even slow him down. Like oversized sausage slices, they rolled away in pieces, still giving off the sizzling heat of charred meat.
The figure in the black cloak had no interest in sparing them another glance. He simply continued forward in silence. His footsteps echoed through the dark corridor, while the various torture devices hanging in the small rooms on either side seemed to be tugged back and forth by the Dark Side of the Force, clinking and rattling.
Torchlight ahead cast his shadow across the wall. A red-skinned Alien stood outside an archway, repeatedly waving at him and speaking in some strange, incomprehensible language.
The Black Warrior spoke in a low, raspy voice to the Alien butler. "I want to see that Hutt."
"@&￥#!"
The Alien continued gesturing wildly and shouting something with great agitation.
Buzz!
He had chosen the wrong person to pester. All he received was the sound of a lightsaber, followed by the sound of his head hitting the floor.
With that, the other noisy distractions disappeared.
The Black Warrior continued onward. After merely turning a corner, he entered the main hall, where a bright blue beam shone down upon the center of the room. Jabba was holding an auction.
Tatooine was a famous black market in the Milky Way Galaxy. Aside from powerful weapons from the Old Republic era, its best-selling goods were all kinds of female slaves. The trade had endured for ages.
However, what was being auctioned at the moment was an unusual giant cannon. It looked as though it might have been salvaged from the wreckage of the Death Star. Wealthy people from across the galaxy were competing to bid on it, creating a