Chapter 9
Dustil Onasi
Gravely he approached the doors to the ring, the protocol droid Motta had assigned him was clanking alongside. Dustil tried to keep his mind clear. Dread hung at the edges of his thoughts however. The closer he got the harder the feeling became to ignore.
For Master Revan he reminded himself. Flexing his sword arm Dustil tried to ease the tension which was setting in.
"Mister Onasi should relax," the protocol droid intoned. Dustil glared at the machine.
Ahead of them the door locks slipped and it swooshed open. Without pausing Dustil entered the arena floor. The flood of lights and the cheers of the crowd merged into a single living thing. Dustil paid no attention to it, and it seemed to push the spectators into a greater frenzy. It was difficult to overhear Motta's introduction over the speakers.
"HERE IS THE MAN OF THE HOUR, THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER HIMSELF!"
The droid had stopped and took up a position at the door.
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