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[b][i]The Fastest Gun in Uvera[/i][/b][/center]

Ken had learned in a short time that one, being a winner or a showy loser meant that one would not question him stretching the time he spent in the surprisingly good slave/gladiator baths to the set limits. This was of use as it meant that he can gather news of what was currently going on from loose lips, and what he found out was pretty dang bad; loathsome, even.

First up, the Sand King, the one who insisted on the gladiatorial system in the first place, was most probably the lesser evil; his main opponents were far worse in their treatment of their slaves, putting them in the mines to be worked to death - How disgusting. And there were rumors of a new drug spreading around - Ken hated drugs harder than cannabis on principle; addictions were a distraction from righteous causes like peace and harmony.

As he cleaned himself with hot water and soap, the eighteen-year-old engaged in banter with the gladiators, remarking to one of them, "So you refused to be free because you want to keep fighting? Sensible career choice, given that there are few opportunities here than trade or piracy or some combination of both, right, right?"

Ken received what he thought was a nod, and decided not to pry further, instead trading compliments with a gladiatrix - Aka a female gladiator - about each others' fighting styles. The youth ended up remarking, "You know, I'd put up an even better show with my original guns, but I guess they only give those back once I earn my freedom in... How long does it take to earn my freedom again?"

The answer was months - Months he did not have, although his ambitions did not preclude getting free legally or even getting favors from the Sand King, time was not on his side; every second he dithered meant more Uverans getting enslaved and the slavers from Al-Marabar receiving an extra moment to reach an understanding with the Waltonian's current President instead of merely being tolerated. 

He had to hide the light in his eyes; the light that showed he still longed for liberty and had plans to escape. To do that, he had to engage in small talk with his fellow slaves and the occasional guard. At least one of his fellow gladiators was Uveran too, though less interested in the prospect of freedom than he was; her tone whenever she did speak just [i]oozed[/i] contentment.

It was close to his time limit now; instead of letting the guards drag him from the bath, Ken got up, put on a towel, checked his pants and footwear just to see if anyone had heard his implied requests and placed a seed inside - Not that his Vision's power can do anything against the Geo Generator maintaining his cage - And promptly put on his clothes.

Time to train privately in his cells; good gladiators got good food which made them even better gladiators. And who knows? Maybe he'd get a chance at escape eventually...