Tattooine was very hot at this time of day. The sands weren't blowing as badly as they were in the morning, so Katar was out and about for the time being. She had come merely to explore the desert world. She had never seen a desert before, and her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She was walking down the main street of Mos Eisley when she saw something that caught her attention. A large group of people were gathering in a small nook between two buildings. As she got closer, Katar could hear a man speaking loudly. "......A fine specimen, as you can see folks! Built for hard work and long labor....." She froze. She knew, merely by the sound of his words, what was taking place. This was a slave auction. Much like the one she was in when she was first caught, so many years ago. She pushed her way through the crowd so she could see who was on display. It was a girl, merely twelve by the looks of her. The girl was half-naked, and shaking in fear. But her eyes were filled with disgust. The girl glared out with bravado at everyone. Katar wanted to vomit. She was sick of this. SICK.... She balled her hands into fists. Letting out a low and loud growl, Katar came to the front of the crowd. She stopped at a good distance between the podium and the crowd, her cat eyes glaring directly at the auctioneer. "By God......It's........ It's the Blood Champion......" The auctioneer shuddered, flabbergasted. Katar barred her teeth and growled louder, readying her claws and positioning herself to jump....
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