After the Devaronian and Wookiee rushed out, the other people in the cargo hold were still debating whether to leave.
"These guys are crazy; if the other side loses, we're finished," a Rodian said, rubbing his hands.
"No, as long as we go out and help, we can definitely escape," the Ithorian tried to persuade everyone to go out together.
"You're being too naive. This entire ship is full of Trade Federation people; there's no way to escape," a Twi'lek said, shifting his body.
"You are truly a born slave!" a red Nikto pointed at all those who didn't want to resist, but even then, they showed no signs of leaving.
Outside, Kray and the Mandalorians were still exchanging fire with the Trade Federation defense forces. Then, they saw the Devaronian and Wookiee charge out directly into the defense forces. The Wookiee immediately lifted a defense force member and threw him away.
But the defense forces weren't fools; they quickly shot at the Wookiee. Fortunately, the Wookiee's skin was thick, and he wouldn't die from one or two shots. At this moment, Kray led his people directly out, throwing grenades into the defense forces. "Oowaah!"
"What does that mean?" Kray listened to the Wookiee's words, completely confused.
"I don't know. Perhaps in the future, we'll need a protocol droid for translation," others also didn't understand and still thought protocol droids were more useful.
"Agreed."
Kray led the charge, directly shooting dead most of the defense force members, while the rest were knocked out by the Wookiee and Devaronian. The adjutant left by the captain was directly captured by the Mandalorians.
"How were these guys captured?" Kray looked at the Wookiee, who was displaying Divine Might.
"Ooh-ah-oh!" The Wookiee came up and gave Kray a big hug.
"Perhaps I understood that one; it should be thanks to me," Kray was lifted by the tall Wookiee, his feet not even touching the ground.
The Wookiees began hugging everyone one by one. "They are really enthusiastic, aren't they, boss?" Omen, being hugged by a Wookiee, said to Kray.
"Yes," Kray finally escaped the embrace of the furry Wookiee and took two deep breaths. After all, no one had bathed the Wookiee in the cargo hold.
"Thank you for your help," the Devaronian thanked Kray and the other Mandalorians, but the others in the cargo hold were still bickering about whether to come out.
Until Lissa opened the door of the cargo hold. "You are free; you can come out now."
"Thank you for your rescue!"
"Thank you, Mandalorians!"
Just as these cargo holds were being opened and all the slaves were being released, the captain, who had returned to the bridge, directly opened the Rancor's cage and dispatched all the remaining defense forces on the ship to the bridge to guard him.
A huge twelve-meter-tall Rancor charged out of its cage, letting out a massive roar.
"Damn it, that captain released the Rancor!" Bart's blaster carbine fired several blaster bolts, but they were all useless; they couldn't penetrate the Rancor's skin.
"Missile launch!" Kray shouted loudly, immediately firing the missile from his jetpack. Then, everyone else's missiles also fired in unison, with plumes of white smoke drifting through the air. The missiles struck the Rancor, knocking it to the ground.
However, this was not enough to kill it. The Rancor charged into the crowd, grabbing the adjutant, an Elomin.
"This is our important witness!" Kray no longer concealed himself, directly pulling out his dark saber and leaping onto the Rancor's back. Flames shot out from his left wrist, and his right hand's dark saber plunged into the Rancor's brain.
"Ah ah ah oh!" The Rancor roared loudly, trying to shake Kray off, but no matter what, it couldn't dislodge Kray. The flames from his wrist continued to spray, causing the Rancor to vigorously beat its hands backward, and the adjutant in its claw fell off.
"Use... fire... on it," Kray, still clinging to its back, told the others the Rancor's weakness.
"Everyone heard that, spray it!" Honkar led his squad, flying up and attacking the Rancor with fire from the air.
Kray's squad sprayed the Rancor with flamethrowers on the ground, and another squad directly grabbed the Rancor's four limbs with ropes from behind.
Seeing this, Kray also jumped off the Rancor's back, rubbing his dark saber, wondering how to deal with the Rancor.
"Boss, can you think faster? I feel like they're about to give out," Omen said, pointing to the squad that was restraining the Rancor.
Looking at such a strong Rancor, Kray also wanted to tame it. So, he took off his helmet, placed his head on the Rancor's head, and also placed his hands on the Rancor's head, using The Force to strengthen the connection between them, allowing them to feel each other, calming his mind, and thinking about what Great Master Qui-Gon would do.
In this way, The Force flowed between Kray and the Rancor's bodies, connecting the two, requiring a heart-to-heart connection.
In a void, the Rancor and Kray appeared, facing each other, their minds connected. Kray saw the Rancor's memories: when it was two years old, it was taken away by smugglers, and its mother was cruelly murdered, forcing it to separate from its siblings. From then on, it fought for all its masters as an enforcer until one day its master was killed by an enemy, and it was captured and brought onto this cargo ship.
After seeing the memories, Kray formed a master-servant contract with the Rancor, connected by The Force.
When he opened his eyes again, the Rancor was already nuzzling his face like a child, showing submission, like a small child. Kray waved his hand, telling his men to release the Rancor. "I'm going to give you a name. How about Havoc?"
Havoc, who had just been named, licked Kray's face. "It really is like a large dog."
Kray grabbed the adjutant next to him. "Take us to the bridge. You have violated regional laws, and we currently have the right to impound your smuggling ship."
The adjutant, still shaken, hated the captain who had released the Rancor and immediately said, "Sir, I have all his illegal records, as long as you let me live."
"We never kill prisoners indiscriminately. Just cooperate well."
The adjutant walked in front, leading Kray, who was riding the Rancor, and the Mandalorians behind them. The freed slaves were told to have the captured defense forces free the other slaves.
"Sir, the captain previously murdered a Judicial Forces team that boarded for inspection, just like you," the adjutant said, walking ahead and listing the Neimoidian's crimes.
Kray nodded. "Hmm... that might be a big sum of money. After all, the Trade Federation is almost in control of all trade in the Outer Rim. This might be a big bite out of them. Minimally, it's an accident. Maximally, it's open defiance of the law and murder of Republic Judicial Forces, which could even be considered an act of war."
"You did well. You will be the witness then, but we need to catch the captain first."
Through several corridors, the surveillance cameras above continuously monitored everyone. The Neimoidian captain, watching all this, then pressed a button. Hidden doors suddenly appeared on both sides of the corridor, out of which walked many prototype B1 Battle Droids.
"Wow, tin men. I didn't expect them to appear so early," Kray whispered. Then, the surrounding Mandalorians immediately fired blaster bolts from their carbines at the B1 Battle Droids.
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