Colloquially known as Outland Station, Outland Transit Station was a large outpost situated above a barren planetoid within the Outer Rim Territories.

The station itself is divided into districts attracting anyone from traders and mercenaries. It's key attraction, however, is the Fight Pit.

Legends say the bounty hunter Jango Fett once fought a borhek in this very arena. One might question how, given these arenas were used for bets on beasts fighting to maim and destroy each other from all over the galaxy.

The arena itself is circular in shape, large, especially for humanoids, and surrounded completely by an electrical fence that deliverers painful shocks to any who are unfortunate enough to touch it. The floor is flat and even, a blank slate for those competing.

Today, you are the main event for the evening. The crowd has gathered, bets have been made, and they cheer and jeer to see you win, or lose, depending on where their credits lay.

Will you be able to overcome your foe in whatever form it may be? Or will you crumble like so many before you? The crowd at least hopes it will be entertaining.

“GOOD EVENING OUTLAND STATION!” The voice echoed from the room above, accompanied by the dull roar of a crowd.

M’aiq squinted as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. His vision was still blurry from the carbonite sickness. As best the old Lurmen could tell he was in a durasteel cage in a dank, dimly lit room. A human male with olive skin and closely cropped auburn hair lay unconscious beside him on the floor of the cage. M’aiq crouched down to examine the human, his clinical training and curiosity kicking in.

“WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU, A TWO FOR ONE TO RUN THE GUANTLET!” The crowd in the room above went wild.

M’aiq poked and prodded his cell mate, tilting his head inquisitively as he lifted an arm and dropping it. “Some old scarring on the left arm, signs of electrical burns, patient non-responsive. Probably a stun weapon.” He crouched over the human’s chest as he muttered his on-going diagnosis. The Lurmen gave quick slaps to both sides of the stranger’s face.

“Huh? What? Get off me!” The human reflexively threw the graying simian off his chest as he sat up in bewilderment.

M’aiq deftly landed on his feet, seemingly unfazed. “Hmm diagnosis confirmed, patient likely suffering from blaster stun after effects.”

“LETS SEE HOW LONG THEY LAST AGAINST THE THRASHER!” The roar of the crowd reached a crescendo as a durasteel door above the cage creaked open flooding the room with the bright light of the arena.

The human’s eyes grew wide as the gravity of their situation began to dawn on him. He instinctively reached down to his utility belt and pulled out a lightsaber without igniting it.

M’aiq stroked the gray fur on his chin, “A Force user, out here? Curious.”

The human’s eyes narrowed on the Lurmen mystic, “I sense you’re a Force user as well.”

“Most fortuitous given our current predicament. But yes, manners, I am Doctor M’aiq of the Aurora Collegium of Sciences. And who might you be?”

The cell began to creak slowly upward toward the new opening in the ceiling. The crowd above was chanting, “Fresh meat! Fresh meat!”

“Kalen Joss,” the human hesitated momentarily as if considering whether or not to volunteer more information. “Clan Plagueis.”

M’aiq cocked an eyebrow at the revelation, “Another Brotherhood member, here? The odds are astronomical. Fascinating.”

Kalen turned his gaze upward, tensed up and gripped his lightsaber with both hands in a ready stance. “Uh, can we focus please.”

The Lurmen picked up an ornate cane from the floor of the cell, “oh quite right.”

As the cell crested the edge of the arena floor, the unlikely duo caught a glimpse of who they assumed would be their opponent. A hulking insectoid creature, two meters tall, paced on the opposite side of the arena. The creature was covered with a thick crimson carapace dotted with spikes.

“Oh a borhek, fascinating creatures, I’ve never examined one in person be–”

The cage finished its ascent and the door to the room below sealed shut. The roof of the cage folded upward until it was parallel with one of the sides and then all the sides of the cage fell flat on the arena floor, exposing the Brotherhood duo to “the Thrasher.”

Kalen ignited his lightsaber to a collective gasp of astonishment from the crowd.

“IT SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE A WANNABE JEDI, CAN HE AND HIS PET MONKEY HANDLE THE THRASHER?”

M’aiq put his free hand on his hip and stared up at the crowd with an offended expression, “Pet monkey? I’ll have you know I have three doctorates in–”

“-Look out!” Kalen shouted as he leaped in front of the distracted Lurmen, saber at the ready, to catch the borhek’s attention. The beast charged forward toward the pair, extending its left forearm in front ready to sweep them aside. The human Jedi called upon the Force to flow into his muscles as he hopped to the side and swung his lightsaber in a horizontal arc to parry the beast’s spiked forearm away.

The borhek stumbled forward with a roar of pain as one of the larger spikes on its arm had been sliced clean off. The creature slammed the floor of the arena in a rage and made another charge toward the pair.

  Kalen was still getting his bearings as the insectoid lunged at him in response to his first blow.

What had happened? How did he get here? Why was he back in this cage? He had already lost his match against Morgan Sorenn. His broken ribs that had not healed fully from the bacts tank earlier, screaming as evidence of the horrific beating he had taken. Though the simian creature had spoken so eloquently, Joss still didnt have the feintist idea why he was there or any of it.

"We need to kill this thing, and then figure out how to get the Sith out of here. This is my second match already, the guards arent very nice." Kalen hollered to his new comrade in arms.

M'aiq, to his credit, was deftly avoiding the insectoids probing attacks with quick, efficient moved to dodge the big bugs attacks.

"It seems as though this specimen, does in fact intend to do harm upon me. I do suggest you dispatch it with haste. Sad though, I would ever so like to study him more." M'aiq took a short step to the left and blocked one of the borders pincer attacks with his cane.

Kalen sighed and grimaced before focusing his power and thdn leapt over the insectoid spinning his saber and succesfully dismembering another one of the borhek’s arms. As he landed he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his ribs again, the bacts tank had healed the breaks, this was more a flexing bone kind of pain. From where andhow he had landed, He could now see an opening to attack the bug. He winced and recoiled slightly, taking a few steps back

"You can help out any time there little buddy....ouch, tsssss ungh!" kalen grunted in pain as he dodged a wild failing attack from the borhek and kept circling it.

"He is remarkably resilient, you've removed two of his apendages, and he appears to remain almost fully combat capable...exhilerating." M'aiq then whacked their opponent in between the eyes with his cane and grunted in satisfaction, he was impressed with the creatures carapace.

Kalen sighed again, realizing he would have to deal with it himself. He focused himself and circled away from and behind the borhek while his comrade kept the creatures attention. Once he lined up a good angle of attack Kalen rushed jumped, flipped and landed on the back of the insectoid and swiftly plunged his lightsaber into the creatures back.

"After we kill this thing, Im gonna cut through the cage, and we're getting out of here. I've had enough of this place for one weekend" Kalens saber was almost halfway into the bothek back and he push down even harder to try to ensure the kill.

Just then the borhek gave a ferocious shake and flung Kalen off its back violently. Kalen was so suprised he had lost the grip on his lightsaber. As he landed and rolled on the ground, he looked back and saw his still ignited blade sticking out of the creatures back.

Pain shot through Kalen’s torso as he tried to sit up; clearly, he was overdoing it. He couldn’t tell if his ribs had been re-fractured or not, but it sure felt like it. The Plagueian Jedi let out an involuntary cry of pain and grasped his midsection. The borhek thrashed wildly, trying in vain to extricate the blazing lightsaber from its back with one of its remaining arms.

M’aiq had been staring up at the borhek as if mentally taking notes on the injured creature’s behavior. Hearing his Brotherhood comrade’s cry of pain seemed to snap him out of whatever trace he had been in. The Lurmen’s eyes grew wide as he noticed Kalen on the ground clearly in severe pain. M’aiq dashed across the arena, pulling a bottle of green liquid with his free hand as he ran. The mystic smashed the bottle on the ground right next to Kalen when he arrived.

Kalen felt a sudden urge to vomit, “what is this? It smells like actual poodoo,” he managed to get out through the pain as a thick green mist surrounded him.

“Breathe it in boy,” M’aiq commanded, “should get you back on your feet.”

The Jedi had little choice but to inhale the stinky concoction. Kalen quickly found that, once he suppressed the urge to gag, he felt invigorated. The fiery pain in his torso subsided and he felt a rush of stamina return to him. He leapt up to his feet just in time to see the borhek rushing toward the pair.

“Look out!”

M’aiq seemed unfazed as he kept his gaze on Kalen. “How do you feel?” He inquired as he held out his free hand, palm facing out, toward the charging beast. The borhek collided with a translucent bubble of energy that had appeared above the Brotherhood duo.

“WHO GAVE THAT MONKEY AN ENERGY SHIELD?!?” The announcer’s voice boomed across the arena.

“Better,” Kalen muttered as he watched the creature thrash its remaining arms on the barrier. While he was thankful the old simian was actually helping out in the fight, that barricade would not last long. He called upon the Force to augment his leg muscles for a strategic jump. “Time to get my saber back.”

“Oh you mean this?” M’aiq inquired nonchalantly as he held up one hand toward the barrier and dropped his cane with the other. A burst of green flames surrounded and shot upward from his free hand and to Kalen’s amazement, when the flames vanished, M’aiq held Kalen’s lightsaber in his hand.

Kalen took his weapon from the mystic. It was no illusion; this was his actual lightsaber, seemingly moved instantaneously from the creature’s back. The Jedi reignited the blade and expended the energy he had summoned to his leg muscles earlier. With a graceful leap, he flew upward and jammed the blazing end of the lightsaber into the creature’s forehead, right between the eyes.

The borhek fell to the arena floor with a loud thud, dead. Kalen panted as he walked up to retrieve his lightsaber. M’aiq walked beside the Jedi with his head cocked to the side. The Lurmen poked Kalen’s side. “Potion number 767 seems to be a success; patient exhibits recovery from prior injury and increased stamina.”

“OH WE HAVE A KNOCKOUT FOLKS! THE JEDI AND HIS MONKEY MAY NOT BE SUCH A WANNABE AFTER ALL!” The crowd roared at the announcer’s pronouncement of victory. “CAN THEY SURVIVE THE NEXT ROUND OF THE GUANTLET?”

Kalen pointed his lightsaber at the announcer’s booth, “There won’t be a next round! We’re leaving!” He lifted his free hand toward the electric fence surrounding the fight pit floor and unleashed a cerulean burst of lightning toward it. The machinery powering the electric fence overloaded and shut down.

A hush came over the arena as the crowd waited for the announcer’s reply. “WELL FOLKS THERE YOU HAVE IT, THE JEDI AND HIS MONKEY ARE QUITTING AFTER ONE ROUND. TUNE IN TOMORROW, after we fix the fence, FOR ANOTHER EXCITING BOUT IN THE FIGHT PIT!”

Kalen turned to M’aiq as the pair exited the arena, “you’ll have to tell me how you did that thing with the lightsaber.”

The Lurmen replied nonchalantly, “oh just some magick I learned from the tome of a Nightsister matriarch, fascinating culture.”

“Is that right?”

Kalen was almost despondent now. He had obviously missed all of the borheks vital organs. And worse, his lightsaber was still lodged in the creatures back.

M'aiq had been deftly parrying and dodging the creatures now wild and uncontrolled attacks. The crowd roared with excitement as the beast reared back and charged at the simian doctor. M'aiq focused his force sense and as if with ease, simply side stepped the creatures attack, even adding in an eye guage with the end of his cane as the big beast slid by.

"I can perform a manuever that should allow you to retrieve your lightsaber Brother. But I must ask that you draw the creatures attention for several seconds, if you will." The doc scurried out of the direct line of sight of the borhek who was shaking his head, stinging in pain from the eye guage.

As Kalen noticed the creature recover enough to lock his gaze onto the saberless Jedi and charge him, he exhaled and braced himself.

"Looks like thats gonna be fairly easy Doc. Hurry!" Kalen pulled out his last line of defense, which was his blaster pistol that he rarely used. He hurredly fired off 3 shoots, 2 of which hit the borhek. Sadly both blaster bolts were harmlessly absorbed by the thick carapace. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed M'aig appear to be deep in concentration with his hands outstretched towards the borhek. A second later, the borhek transformed into a scruffy adolescent nerf.

"Now would be that aforementoined opportunity Mr Joss" M'aiq was still straining to maintain the transformation as he spoke.

Kalen did not need to be told twice. He quickly charged at the new creature, which was the old creatures simply transformed. He jumped up and flipped over the nerves and retreived his saber on the way. As he landed he quickly sliced the hapless young creatures head off, ending the spectacle. He was in no mood to mess around any further with this charade. He wanted to go home, and forget this entire weekend trip of death and doom.

Kalen withdrew his saber and holstered his pistol.

"Lets get out of here Doc." He said