Loovria was one of the last planets left in the Mid Rim still operating heavily on slavery, lacking any truly valuable resources, the planet had fallen under the radar of the warring factions of the Clone Wars and then the Old Empire. It was a relic of the past, with antiquated buildings and massive arenas. The planet was full of slavers and gladiators all looking to make a quick credit and a name for themselves. Oren personally found kill sports to be repulsive and simple minded, but he had a feeling the galaxy at large seemed to disagree. Gladiator fights were big business and it didn't care who you were.
Oren and another Jedi, a purple skinned Twi'lek named Mila Tesara had arrived on the planet looking to purchase an old artifact from the time of the Clone Wars in order to study their brothers of old, but when they arrived at the Hutt's palace they found various child slaves and the sort. The two of them, thinking rather brash decided to try and free a few, leaving them to get caught.
Thus was the reason for the two of them being locked away in the dungeon of Kraaga's Palace. Oren sat across from his fellow Jedi, his usual smuggler's disguise was scuffed and dirty, while his left eye supported a black eye. "Tell me the truth," he'd cough as he sat up in the dingy dark room, "Do you think I pull of a black eye?" A smile would form on the ever optimistic Jedi's face. There was no chance of escape and their death by combat was only a few hours away, but hey you gotta stay positive somehow, right?
tag: @Algarus