[Comprehensive British and American Star Wars] Grow in rot

"How does it feel to have the Force?" Fazia asked.

"Not much," Zemo replied. "You can feel the waves of energy in the air, but there's nothing else worth mentioning."

"That must be amazing," Fazia said. "I had a Kaibo crystal when I was a kid."

"Kaibo crystal?"

"It's the stuff stuffed into the Jedi lightsaber. It's very expensive to power the lightsaber. When I was a child, I had one, and I pestered my dad to make a lightsaber, saying that I wanted to be a Jedi knight. But You know, not cats and dogs can be Jedi Knights."

"It's uncomfortable to think about the past." Fazia said, putting his hand on his crippled leg.

Zemo didn't answer.The jailer walked past the bars of the cell again, but this time, he stopped.

"You two," said one of the jailers, "come out."

The other jailer whispered something in his ear, he frowned, and said again: "No, it's either you two, or you. The one who is not disabled, come out." At the same time, another jailer opened the cell. Door.

Zemo and Fazia looked at each other. He walked to the door, and before he could say anything, he was pulled out by a strong jailer, and a blaster gun was pressed against his neck.

"Go." The jailer said.

"What are you doing?" Zemo asked.

"Shut your mouth." The jailer said bluntly.

Before leaving, Zemo looked at Fazia behind the railing. He saw the panic in Fazia's eyes, and then he was pushed away.Zemo didn't speak. Along the way, he saw the jailer holding a list. When he got to the cell on the list, he pulled out a few people again. They were still resisting at first, but they immediately became very docile under the blaster.

Zemo remembered what Fazia had said a few days ago.

"Is the Colosseum short of people?" he asked.The jailer glanced at him sideways: "You're not stupid."

The people next to Zemo showed panic expressions. The jailer looked Zemo up and down, smiled and said: "Don't worry, the boss will take care of you when the time comes, and you will be the first to put you in."

So will he die in the Colosseum?Zemo thought, it depends on whether those people will give him weapons and the physique of the beast he is fighting with, but looking at the expressions of the people around him, there are many strong and strong people among them, but they are still trembling with fear, Zemo Mo knew how optimistic he shouldn't think about the situation.

Even if he could use the Force to survive the beast fight, the First Order would not let him go.

They were taken outside the prison, packed into a bloodstained car, and finally packed into a metal compartment.Someone around me was swearing in despair, but it didn't help.Everyone was locked in, and Zemo saw a fat blue alien in a gold glitter robe talking to the jailer who escorted them.

"Excuse me," the blue human said—Zemo guessed that he was the owner or person in charge of the Colosseum—"If those idiots were not attacked by the rebels while driving the slave ship, they wouldn't have to do so many things. Take the prisoners to make up the number."

"It's all right," the jailer said, "In Canro Port, the residents have to help each other, right." He smiled and took a small bag from the fat man's hand, and the fat man smiled and said, "It's just a small thing, just want to help The construction of the prison will make Port Canro more harmonious."

The jailer patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Next time we must come to the Colosseum to cheer!" He said, and Zemo saw the fat man's face that turned cold instantly after he left, he snorted and whispered that in front of the jailer Don't dare to say: "Aside from yelling, useless scum."

Zemo stayed there for about a day. He didn't know how long it was. He only knew that the roar of the person in the metal cubicle next to him was weakened from loudness, and Zemo leaned against the railing of the cubicle, and said while he was breathing: "You Did you know about the Colosseum before?"

Locked next to him is a middle-aged, green-skinned alien with two tentacles on its head, who speaks the Common Tongue—in this case, English—and some of the rest in a tone that Zemo doesn’t understand. language.

"No one in Canro Port knows." The man said, his voice was sharp and hoarse, like an insect. "There are always some perverts who like to see people being swallowed by monsters."

"Aren't there laws against these behaviors?" Zemo asked.

"Law?" The man sneered, "You come from another universe, right? You speak law in Port Canro? Now that the galaxy is in chaos, you talk about law? Do you think it was the time of the Republic?"

"So is nobody obeying the law, or is there no law?"

"Fuck you!" Zemo heard the guy next door spit, but of course that didn't reach Zemo, and the guy next door started swearing again, which didn't help, but Zemo guessed he was just venting his anger and anger. Just panic.

Zemo was woken up when he was in a light sleep. Someone pulled him out vigorously, and the blaster was pointed at his neck again. They were escorted into a room with various cold weapons. During those cold weapons, other people rushed forward, and Zemo also went to get a scimitar, which was very heavy and inconvenient, but the scimitar was very sharp, and it was not surprising that there were blood stains on it.

It wasn't until he heard a sound similar to a crane that Zemo realized that this was not a room, but a place similar to a box.They were lifted and placed in the middle of the Colosseum.

There were fifteen people who were taken away from the prison with Zemo, and this time there were five people who were sent to the Colosseum with him in the first batch. About three games a night is the practice of the Colosseum.When the door of the box was raised, Zemo touched the blood on the knife. The blood had turned dark red, but it was still very easy to get on Zemo's hand.

Then the box tipped and they were all dumped into the Colosseum.

The deafening cheers, the white glare that almost made people blind for a while, after the vision became clear, the first thing Zemo saw was a monster about two stories high, with sharp teeth and a foul stench from its mouth. His green eyes are bloodshot, and his fur is various shades of red.It screamed excitedly when it saw someone fall down.

The crowd roared again with deafening cheers.

The surroundings became quiet at that moment, and Zemo thought for a moment that he had lost his hearing, but after adapting to the sudden darkness in front of him, he knew that it was him and Kylo Ren who connected—or, his spirit had reached Kylo Ren again. Lun's side.

But this time it was dark, and Zemo saw Kylo Ren lying on the bed not far from him, probably sleeping.So he sat on the chair in Kylo Ren's room, the first thought was that he could actually sit on the chair instead of going straight through, and the second thought was that it would be okay if he left before Kylo Ren woke up bad thing.

Then he saw Kylo Ren open his eyes.

The other party just looked at him quietly, lying on his side on the bed with his eyes open, but he didn't intend to speak.

"You can close your eyes if you like," Zemo said, "go back to sleep and pretend you don't see me here."