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The Hunt

Dorian smeared black mud and gray dirt all over his battered clothes and bright blue skin, attempting to blend in with the forest. As a Pantoran, his blue skin and yellow markings made it hard to blend in with anything, and as a Jedi, he was a prime target.

On other worlds he would have been killed long ago. Luckily for him, he had escaped to a planet in the Mandalore system called Kelavala, where hunting force-wielders was something of a popular sport. These ‘hunts’ were immensely popular, and every few weeks a new clan would arrive to ‘play the game.’ They would be placed in an ‘arena’ with the force-wielder somewhere inside, and the clan would have to hunt down the force-wielder and kill it. Since the different clans specialized in different areas of attack and defense, the force-wielders would have to discover their few weaknesses in order to defeat them and survive.

Dorian had been on this planet for about 2 standard years. In that time he had been put against hundreds of clans, each with its own interesting and deadly specialty. Demolitions, urban assault, pilots (that had been a hard one), bounty hunters, gunslingers, and more. Today, however, the clan was particularly dangerous, since they specialized in the hunting and killing of Jedi. Dorian’s only weapons were what he could find in the forest, while the Mandalorians would have everything from vibroswords to rocket launchers to flamethrowers. He knew that, in order to survive this round, he would have to use every skill he possessed. Something like a firework went off in the distance, and he tensed. The Hunt was about to begin.

Dorian sped towards a large system of caves. He knew from his past experiences that these caves were his only chance of surviving. As he was arriving, he could hear the sounds of the Mandalorian’s jetpacks. Time was running out. He sprinted through the caves, frantically trying to outrun his hunters. Every so often one would almost catch up to him, and he would curl up behind a stalagmite, praying that they wouldn’t be able to detect him.

Eventually, he made it to his destination: a small cavern with a false wall that he had fashioned. He would hide here, hoping that none of the Mandalorians would think to check if the wall was real or not. Closing his eyes, Dorian entrusted his safety to the Force.

With a crash the false wall came down, showering Dorian with gravel and shrapnel. Standing there in the archway was a Mandalorian. He jumped backwards, adrenaline pumping through his system. He was cornered, and the Mando knew it. Before Dorian could attempt to defend himself, the warrior turned on a comlink on its gauntlet.

It began conversing in Mando’a with some voices. It must have been using a voice modifier, since Dorian couldn’t make out its gender. Every so often the Mandalorian would glance up at Dorian, then look back again at the comlink. Once the conversation was over, it turned to Dorian. Instead of finishing him or taking him hostage, the warrior dropped its carbine and took off its helmet, revealing a girl about the same age as him.

She knelt beside him and checked for wounds. Once she was sure he was alright, she began speaking in lightly accented Basic. “I told them that I found nothing in here, but that I remembered that I had spotted you at the far end of the arena before the Hunt began.” She removed a pair of small jets from her bandolier and handed them to Dorian. Even though her voice was soft, her tone was urgent. “Now listen to me, and do exactly as I say, or else you’re dead.”

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