STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Great Competition

Initiative belongs to Thoros, whose sword bites into Xorn's armor again and becomes lodged in a shoulder pauldron. He slides his sword downward and severs a section of it, drawing blood from Xorn.

Xorn responds with another light punch that leaves Thoros unphased, but then you power into his side with your fist. He probably knew it was coming but didn't expect you to hit hard, wounded as you are.

It is when he stumbles back to face you that he notices Melis' blood on your boot.

"I yield," Thoros says, lowering his sword.

The crowd is shouting for blood.

Will it be another willpower save to resist killing him?

Why yes, it will be!

Alright then Xavier will try and regain control from this.

You try again... but no successes show! You start toward Thoros...

... when Xorn draws his blasters and shoots the "priest" multiple times in the chest. He collapses backwards.

Xorn gives you a shrug and holsters his guns.

The crowd, of course, goes berserk.

What's the matter Xavier can't seem to get a grip on this not killing people

He then looks over to Xorn disgusted at the company he is keeping, but he doesn't have much choice. He walks off silently to the cheers of the crowd.

Xorn shrugs.

"What? You didn't want to do it, so I did."

The competition officials rush in to clear away the bodies. Nobody apprehends you for the murders; you really must be in the Outer Rim.

You certainly feel empowered by the cheers of the audience.

Is Xavier going to carry on to another fight after a rest period?

How much did we make off this?

Obviously Xavier needs rest but we need enough winnings to resupply and Trax his ship.

A lump sum of a thousand credits. Not much.

I guess Xavier will take another fight along with Xorn.

They will arrange another fight for the victors, then!

You are set up in one of the triage tents again to rest up and heal some of your minor cuts. During your rest period, you have time to have one conversation.

Trax, Xorn, or a tournament official who comes calling on you.

You can have a second conversation at the expense of your health, if you choose.

Xavier will talk to the tournament official.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to applaud your performance, sir," says the tournie official, standing rigidly beside your cot. "Seldom do we see such strong specimen."

"Thanks?" Xaviers replies with a confused look. "We have trained hard. How often do people die here?"

"Not often," he says. "It remains a 'special event,' so to speak. We maintain a level of civility in our tournament, yet certain individuals prove relentless."

Relentess I like that word Xavier don't you

Xavier gives his head a quick shake hoping to knock the voice out of his head.

"How does all this get financed? This is a pretty large scale operation it seems."

"Strict competition regulations, upper-tier entry fees, and general tourism revenue aside," the official says, "we operate a multitude of mining operations on the other, uninhabitable planets in our system."

"Sounds like dangerous work, how do you come by the workers for it?"

He wants to know for what activity you mean.

The mining operation