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- Doctor Aphra
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE
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The crowd roars. Black Krrsantan lunges at his opponent…and rips off his arm.
APHRA (narration):
Oh…Void.
Black Krrsantan throws the arm on the floor of the pit with a mighty whump.
APHRA (narration):
Okay, so this was Santy’s technique—don’t just rip off your opponent’s fur, rip off his whole arm! Gets the fight off to a good start.
In rapid succession, various Wookiee limbs hit the fight-pit floor with a sickening crunch while the crowd cheers.
APHRA (narration):
It was definitely the most…appendages I’d ever seen severed during a pit fight.
BLACK KRRSANTAN:
RRRRRAWWWWWRRRRGH!
APHRA (narration):
But that wasn’t what made it so riveting.
BOSSK:
Black Krrsantan isss triumphant!
The crowd goes wild.
APHRA (narration):
No. It was the moment right after he won. He looked up from his kill—
from that mess of fur and blood and gigantic Wookiee limbs now making a horrendous mess of the pit-fight floor—and his eyes met mine. He gazed at me for a long time, his scar pulsing wildly.
And I felt…something.
At the time, I didn’t know what it was. Later I’d realize it was…
connection. Kinship. Instantly knowing someone else who’s learned how to survive, no matter what.
Despite our different, er, hairstyles, in many ways, we were exactly the same.
BEEBOX:
Let’s get him a drink. He’s always thirsty after beating a guy to death.
APHRA (narration):
Annnnnd…that was my cue.
APHRA:
Hey, boys! Of all the scuzzy backroom pit-fighting rings in all the galaxy…can you believe we walked into this one?
IG-90:
Statement: I shot my way in.
BOSSK:
You asssked us to meet you here, Aphra. It is hardly a ssssurprise to any of usss.
APHRA:
Spoilsport. Shall we get Santy that drink and discuss my extremely lucrative business proposition?
BLACK KRRSANTAN:
[Wookiee victory roar]
GRRRRWWWWLLLLL!
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INT. SON-TUUL BAR. LATER.
Atmosphere: A more relaxed version of the earlier bar chaos, glasses clinking in celebration. But still with that scummy vibe.
APHRA (narration):
And so, we gathered ’round for a celebratory drink. It was a nice way to build camaraderie amongst this crew of scoundrels.
BLACK KRRSANTAN:
[conversational Wookiee roar]
GRRRRWWWWLLL…
BEEBOX:
Yeah, we know. Pit-fight standards have slipped since you quit.
BOSSK:
Doessss it matter? You would have won easily. You always do.
BLACK KRRSANTAN:
[protesting Wookiee roar]
GRRRWOOOLLL!
BEEBOX:
Don’t you two start again—I refuse to play peacemaker—
BLACK KRRSANTAN:
[petty Wookiee roar]
RRAAAARRRGOOOOOW!
BEEBOX:
Yes, we all know Bossk has hunted down a lot of Wookiees—
BOSSK:
They were bountiessss like any other—I treated them no differently. I am not sssssure why you care, given that you betrayed your own people—
BLACK KRRSANTAN:
GRRRRAWWWWWRRRR!
APHRA:
What did he say? I didn’t quite catch the nuance—
BEEBOX:
He said he’s not concerned about other Wookiees—he just wants to know that Bossk won’t try to double-cross him.
BOSSK: