It was a tale as old as time. A Jedi Padawan, bored with following the rules and seeking to make a name for himself, had snuck out on some half-brained adventure. And, like most of those stories, it took a turn for the worst. Young Grimgar, Gammorrean Padawan with a reputation for impulsivity and being an aggressively skilled duelist, had, against the wishes of his Master, left the safety of the Jedi Fleet to stop a slavery ring that had been slowly gathering strength. The reasons against going were obvious; stopping slavers usually required months of effort and coordination between factions, the slavers in question had both numbers and weapons, and, chiefly, they had ties to the Hutt Cartel. As one might guess, the misguided Padawan didn't succeed in stopping the slavers and actually succeeded in becoming enslaved himself.
Fortunately for the Padawan, the Jedi were not ones to abandon one of their own.
Nimia was where the boy had been taken. A lackluster industrial world, Nimia was occasionally used as a meeting place between Hutt servants and outlanders who had failed to attract much favor with the Hutts. A sad and desolate place, the planet's elites were oftentimes bored with the planet's meager accomodations and were filled with rage at their low lot in life. One such elite, a Nautolan named Nee Neemik, had found that staging gladiator games in one of the city's run-down arenas. It was a way to pass the time and earn him some credits simultaneously and, amongst the locals, they were a popular weekend activity. And this weekend, the main event was a Jedi taking on Nee Neemik's entire menagerie.
Already, Grimgar, the Jedi Padawan had proven to be an entertaining champion. Round 1 against the starving dewbacks? Too easy for a Jedi. Round 2 against the Cthon half-savages? A couple of nicks but the Jedi had preserved. But now it was Round 3 against the Icetromper from Hoth and Grimgar the Padawan was showing signs of fatigue. Even if he managed to overcome this gargantuan opponent, his next foe would be a pair of acklays, and there were still more rounds after.
Fortunately, the Jedi had had a plan. Not wanting to risk an incident with the Hutt Cartel, the Jedi rescue team had waited for the Gammorrean Jedi to be sold to the politically neutral Neemik. Now, they lay scattered amongst the arena crowd, waiting for the right moment to spring their rescue and make their move. One member of the team, Knight-Bot was disguised as a bartender droid. Due to his programming, he was spilling drinks and being quite rude to customers but, given the usual level of customer service on Hutt worlds, he was beneath suspicion for now.
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Fortunately for the Padawan, the Jedi were not ones to abandon one of their own.
Nimia was where the boy had been taken. A lackluster industrial world, Nimia was occasionally used as a meeting place between Hutt servants and outlanders who had failed to attract much favor with the Hutts. A sad and desolate place, the planet's elites were oftentimes bored with the planet's meager accomodations and were filled with rage at their low lot in life. One such elite, a Nautolan named Nee Neemik, had found that staging gladiator games in one of the city's run-down arenas. It was a way to pass the time and earn him some credits simultaneously and, amongst the locals, they were a popular weekend activity. And this weekend, the main event was a Jedi taking on Nee Neemik's entire menagerie.
Already, Grimgar, the Jedi Padawan had proven to be an entertaining champion. Round 1 against the starving dewbacks? Too easy for a Jedi. Round 2 against the Cthon half-savages? A couple of nicks but the Jedi had preserved. But now it was Round 3 against the Icetromper from Hoth and Grimgar the Padawan was showing signs of fatigue. Even if he managed to overcome this gargantuan opponent, his next foe would be a pair of acklays, and there were still more rounds after.
Fortunately, the Jedi had had a plan. Not wanting to risk an incident with the Hutt Cartel, the Jedi rescue team had waited for the Gammorrean Jedi to be sold to the politically neutral Neemik. Now, they lay scattered amongst the arena crowd, waiting for the right moment to spring their rescue and make their move. One member of the team, Knight-Bot was disguised as a bartender droid. Due to his programming, he was spilling drinks and being quite rude to customers but, given the usual level of customer service on Hutt worlds, he was beneath suspicion for now.
@Raydo