The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

2071, Gamorrean Sok

"Let's go, Hora. Let your tribe leave here too. The Empire could come back at any time." Arden-Lin followed Hora into the base of the Lah tribe. "Also, how could you not figure out how to rob the Empire's transport team? Don't you know that they will fight back immediately?"

Hora came to Arden-Lin, first clasped his fists in salute, and then gestured in Galactic Standard with a heavy accent: "My brothers, I saw a car pulling a big box. The box was very big. I grabbed it and found that it was from the Galactic Empire."

Arden-Lin laughed dumbly, "How come you can't recognize the obvious Imperial Stormtroopers?"

"No white armor! They are all mercenaries! Niktos, Bothans, and Rodians!" Hora said.

"Mercenaries? Could they be from the Besadi family?" Arden-Lin pondered, and then she asked, "You said it was a big box, what's in it?"

"Big pigs! Gamorreans! Three! One alive, two dead! Useless things!" Hora said, looking extremely anxious.

This time they robbed the Galactic Empire, and many people were killed and injured, but the things they robbed were useless. As the chief of the Lah tribe, Hora naturally could not tolerate this.

Arriving at the tribe's base, Hora went over to gather the tribe members and hold a meeting, as if preparing to judge and punish the culprit who randomly looked for targets and started to act without careful investigation.

After a while, a deafening shout came from the tribe, followed by a dull sound of people being beaten with a Garfield stick.

Arden-Lin and Jing Fang naturally would not attend such a meeting. They came to the spoils robbed by this group of sand people. It was a really big box, more than 4 meters square, almost the size of a room.

The door of the box was open, and Arden Lin and his team walked in. They saw that the box was divided into six small rooms by laser fences. Two of the small rooms had a corpse in each room, and in the innermost room stood a burly and pot-bellied pig-headed man - the Gamorrean.

The Gamorrean was wearing tattered and very rough metal armor, with a beast skin around his waist. He was chained to the wall with several thick iron chains and could only stand.

Seeing someone coming in, the pig-headed man yelled, "Hey! That pink-skinned woman! Let me out!"

Arden Lin smiled coldly and asked, "Why should I let you out?"

"I'm going to charge into Mos Eisley City and catch the Hutt governor of the Besadi family and skin him alive! Then I can go back to get the bounty!!" the Gamorrean yelled.

"So, you are a mercenary hired by the Desiligi family? Why didn't your employer Jabba tell you that Tatooine has long been occupied by the Besadi family?" Arden-Lin asked.

"Huh..." The Gamorrean's big thick nose made an unpleasant sound and said, "The mission was half a year ago. Not long after receiving the mission, Jabba's people were dispersed. We were also dispersed. The Besadi family wanted to kill us, so we could only hide in the mountains. But there was nothing to eat in the mountains, and we were hungry. We went out to find something to eat and were caught."

"What's your name?" Arden-Lin asked.

"I'm Thok! Over there, my brother, Gorc! Over there, Gorc's little brother, Pic! We are from the Skunnt tribe!" Thok looked at the corpses on both sides, and his chest began to rise and fall violently, obviously angry.

The corpse of his brother Gorc was as burly and fat as him, and the metal armor he wore was even thicker, almost covering his face. However, it can be seen that he has several lightsaber scars on his body. The fatal wound should be a sword piercing his chest directly.

The body of Pik next to him is a small guy who looks like a goblin, and he was shot by several blaster guns.

"It looks like the inquisitor just now did it. He also locked you and the bodies of two friends together. This is really cruel." Arden Lin looked at the bodies on both sides and sneered.

"The guy just now couldn't beat us! But when the three of them are together, we can't beat them!" Sok said with increasing anger, and finally roared to the sky, "I want to get out! I want revenge!! We kill them!!!"

His roar was deafening, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and even a puff of black smoke came out of his mouth and nose. Noticing the changes here, Hora also ran over from the rally, seemingly worried that something had happened to Arden Lin and his friends.

Arden-Lin frowned at Sok's appearance and asked, "Are you sensitive to the Force?"

Sok shook his head, and the fat on his face swayed with the movement, "I don't know what the Force is. But that man wants to take my brother back for experiments! I want to kill him! Let me out! I'll give you all the bounty I get!! "

Arden-Lin was not in a hurry. She turned around and looked at Jing Fang and Hora and asked, "What do you think?"

Jing Fang said, "We have provoked the Imperial Inquisitor today anyway, let him out. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Hora said coldly, "Too weak, not worthy of being a friend."

"Woooo!!!" Sok roared loudly and struggled hard. The iron chain as thick as his arm was creaked by him. "Sok! Very strong! Just hungry!! Let me out! I will smash you!"

Aden-Lin looked at him with interest and said, "Okay. I'll give you a chance. If you can hold on to Hora's hands for 5 minutes without falling, then I will let you go."

"I want to eat! I can only fight people when I'm full!" Sok said.

Hora snorted coldly and turned to walk towards the tribe. "Meat, enough for you!"

Jing Fang closed the laser fence, turned on the lightsaber and cut off the iron chain on Sok. Sok, who was free, walked down, but he was completely different from the crazy look just now. He picked up Pike's body, put it on Gok's body, and knelt on one knee.

After a long silence, he stood up and stared at Arden-Lin, saying word by word: "Soke! Very strong! I want revenge!! I want to kill them!!"

"Come on. Defeat Hora, and I'll give you this chance." Arden-Lin waved his hand and walked towards the bonfire of the Lahe tribe.

Next to the huge bonfire, there was a large pot of half-cooked barbecue and a pile of roasted tubers. Hundreds of Tuskensha people from the Lahe tribe sat in a circle, and Hora was ready to fight and stood next to the food.

He pointed at Soke, then at the food next to him, and said: "Eat! Then, fight!" (End of this chapter)