History speaks of the origin of the Clone Wars on Geonosis, and the first major clash between the Jedi and the Sith. The Colosseum draws inspiration from the fabled Petranaki arena, certainly, but was built with a more contemporary audience in mind. Located on the planet that serves as the new seat of the Brotherhood's central power, Arx, the structure was rebuilt and renovated from the shell of an ancient foundation that had barely weathered away against the planet's ever-changing climate.

High walls, tall enough for even the most savvy Jedi to find unscalable, line a large field of ancient sand and sediment the size of a holoball field. The spectators' chairs are divided into neatly organized sections with seats bunched close together to accommodate anywhere up to a few thousand people. At the center, an elongated platform “box” has been constructed with a central throne of stone with various seats of smaller scale lined beside it in both directions.

Two large holo-projection screens are set up on each side of the Colosseum, offering different angles of the fight via Holocam Drones.

While unassuming at first glance and looking very much like an archaic gladiatorial arena, the Colosseum features a medley of traps and surprises built into the floor and walls at random intervals. These obstacles include, but are hardly limited to: retractable nozzles that can shoot out gouts of flame; battery-coils that can spit out tendrils of electric current; receding floor panels with electric shock panels; deep pits with sharpened spikes and more. At some points, the ground can simply erupt upwards and create a concentrated, if not impromptu angular-platform that could be used as a springboard or temporary high ground. While seemingly random, these obstacles are handled and triggered by a manned-operator in a control room within.

Outside the fighting arena, the Colosseum features on-site, state of the art medical facilities that can bring nearly anyone back from the brink of the death and offer a full team of trainers, doctors, and rehabilitation units. There is also a neatly kept armory a basic training center with mechanical-dummies, and private sparring chambers.

The deal was simple. Granta Prackx just had to defeat the next entrant into the arena. With what was likely to be a simple task for a woman of her skill complete, the giant female would be fully welcomed into the highest echelons of the Inquisitorius. Prackx did not really care about such things, however; she just wanted to use the power and freedom of a Grand Inquisitor to finally shoehorn herself back into the life of Andrelious. The fact that the Inquisitorius weren’t currently sure of the location of Clan Taldryan’s forces was a minor one to Granta; she simply had to get her ex-lover back.

Prackx had been waiting some time in the centre of the arena. The Sith had no confidence in her ability to spot any of the traps that she had been warned about, so she hadn’t dared move too much for fear of accidentally setting something off even before her prospective opponent had a chance to arrive. Granta began to sense another presence in the Force. The area began to feel quite cold, even in the heat of the local sun.

Another dark sider. Perhaps this will be a little interesting after all.

As the new arrival’s footsteps began to indicate approach, Prackx grabbed her lightsaber, and made sure she was standing as tall as possible. Often her sheer size, coupled with the fact she was carrying one of the most deadly weapons in galactic history, sent prospective opponents running for their lives.

“Oh. You’re not quite as small as I expected,” a new arrival stated. He was, to Granta’s surprise, a few inches taller and a little more heavily built than her.

“Never mind comparing size. This is a duelling arena. Let’s do this,” Prackx snapped, looking her opponent up and down as if considering her next move. His unusual violet eyes briefly piqued the Sith’s interest, but the man was unfamiliar to her.

“They said you were a bright one,” the male taunted as he activated his lightsaber,. “No time for discussion. The name’s Kylex. Let’s, as you said, do this,” Prackx was clearly in no mood for further conversation. She charged at her new enemy, her initial attack a powerful blow designed to smash the lightsaber out of Kylex’s hand. The move often worked, but Kylex simply parried the attack as if it were almost nothing.

“I think not,” the Palatinaean teased as the two crimson blades strained against each other with a shower of sparks,

Although her first attempt had been foiled, Granta wasn’t ever going to be beaten easily. She attacked again, but the taller Human’s determined defences remained solid, even allowing him to counter-attack with an incredibly ferocious slash.

“You will not get in my way!” Prackx snarled.

“Oooo was that a threat?” smirked Kylex, keeping his blade raised.

“It was an order.” replied Granta.

“I took you for the type of bird who’d be used to taking orders, rather than giving them!”. Kylex winked, hoping his cheeky intent bored through the woman’s oversized ego.

“That's it.” yelled Prackx. She called upon the Force, feeling it fill her muscles as she slashed at the man with a devastating right hand down blow. Granta was confident her attack would, at the least, give her an opening for a more fatal blow. The die were cast.

Kylex grinned, dropping his blade down behind his right leg. As Granta’s blade flew towards him, the Mandalorian dropped low, crouching low and jumping towards the woman’s left side. He hit the dirt, rolling back onto his feet in the same motion. Not skipping a beat, Kylex quickly slashed up at Granta. The female blocked the blow, but the Mandalorian’s assault wasn’t done. Balling the Force in his left fist, Kylex struck Granta in the chest with an invisible cross punch.

She’ll feel that for a while.

“Bastard…” hissed Granta, holding her chest in pain. She had only moved a few inches, but what else could be expected of a Juggernaut.

“What's the matter? Wittle Wady got a boo boo?” taunted Kylex. He was impressed by her strength, rivalling his own in terms of shear power output. The Mandalorian took a few steps back. He steadied his breathing, trying to calculate a good means of attack against such a formidable foe. Without warning, Kylex’s mind went into overdrive, screaming for him to move. It was too late though, as a hole opened up in the ground, mere centimeters from the mans heel. Within the pit, dozens of razor sharp spikes glared in the harsh sun overhead.

“Ah crap!” shouted the Mandalorian as he waved his arms frantically, trying to regain his balance. “I am not dying to a pitfall trap!”

Granta smirked at her opponent’s predicament. She wasn’t about to allow him to escape easily, so she began to charge towards Kylex, grinning.

The Mandalorian managed to steady himself just in time to spot the onrushing female, allowing him to gingerly side step away.

FRAK!

Prackx dug her boots deep into the ground in an attempt to stop, but her inertia sent her sprawling forwards, dangerously close to the pit.

“Shall we finish this without resorting to these little traps?” Granta challenged, waving her lightsaber threateningly at her enemy.

“I’m game if you are. Though I was always told not to hit a lady,” Kylex replied snarkily.

“When you find one, we’ll test that out!” Prackx snarled, putting every ounce of strength into an almighty attack. Once again, the Palatinaean blocked the slash with apparent ease.

As the female moved to attack again, the Mandalorian roared with all the ferocity of a maternally enraged Rancor. He quickly switched the initiative to himself with a series of extra-fast, extra-powerful blows, that forced his opponent to use everything in her own repertoire just to avoid serious injury.

Kylex continued to assault the older Human, a smirk taking over his lips as he managed to inflict a few minor wounds with his seemingly flawless bladesmanship.

Cursing her opponent’s ability, Granta, desperate for any kind of respite, commanded the dark side to assist her. A split second later, Kylex found his own control of the Force unravelling, forcing him to abandon his anger fuelled movements.

Ignoring the pain as best she could, Prackx went on the counter before the Mandalorian could properly assess what had happened. She hit him with unrelenting power, but Kylex remained firmly in place, determined not to give a single inch to the fuming Sith.The Palatinaean even remained confident enough to bother the female with his constant counter-attacks, keeping Granta from getting fully into a comfortable rhythm.

Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, the ex-soldier, evading her enemy’s latest lunge, stabbed directly forwards, managing to beat Kylex’s defensive movement. Her lightsaber bore straight through the Mandalorian’s rib cage, puncturing his lung. Before the taller Human could react, the female withdrew her blade and shoved Kylex away. As he sprawled on the ground, Granta stamped down violently on the man’s right wrist, smiling as she heard the crack of a fracturing bone.

“You fought well today, especially for a Mandalorian. Some might have even let you live. But I don’t think it would in keeping with this place if both of us were to leave here, do you?” Prackx taunted.

Kylex, disarmed and struggling for breath, had enough strength remaining to make an obscene gesture with his left hand.

“At least you got the message that I’m not a lady,” Granta said, placing her left boot on the Mandalorian’s throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to choke her fallen opponent. The Palatinaean simply repeated the gesture, holding it in place as if to signify defiance.

Prackx increased the pressure on her left foot, grinning as she heard the bones in Kylex’s neck snap.

Moving her foot away only after she was sure that the male was dead, Granta Prackx began to walk away, turning to admire her handiwork. She sneered slightly at the Mandalorian’s left hand, still signing its obscenity.

“Typical Mandalorian. Uncouth to the end,” she spat.