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.

The pit stank of blood, piss, and desperation. At least a hundred smugglers, dealers, and space scum gathered in the promenade and balconies above the electrified fence that encircled the whole ring. Their cheers of elation echoed to Nar Shaddaa and back. Rusty chains rattled and old sirens groaned in anticipation of the next show. Harsh white light illuminated the Trandoshan with a broken jaw being dragged out by two Rodians, blood trailing behind him, as it swiftly turned to the center of attention:

Morgan Sorenn — the once and current Herald, Captain of the Matron, Boss of bosses, and more titles besides — spat on the floor and took a sip of her booze while the crowd went wild.

She didn't bother with armor. She didn't need to, not in the pit. Only some tough trousers, even tougher boots with durasteel tips, and a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt that made her arms look like steel coiling in on itself, presenting the elaborate tattoo sleeves she proudly wore. She looked disgusting covered in sweat, spit and not an insignificant amount of blood. Not the prettiest visage of a high-to-do Councillor at all. Her lightsaber and pistol were neatly stored at the edge of the arena, on a small table dragged in just for that purpose. The rest of her gear hung on a wall hook next to it.

The Herald rolled her shoulders like a Vorn tigress on the prowl. As she flexed the Force flexed with her, around her, inside her, everywhere. Her aura was palpable. One red eye starred unblinkingly at the far side of the pit with interest as Kalen Joss — a younger human who looked to be nearly a foot taller than her and at least fifty pounds heavier — slid into the ring from an mezzanine above. He wore sturdy trousers and boots, his hands wrapped in some sort of cloth or another and he was topless. Strangely and in the manner of old holo-vids where men with long mustaches beat each other to a pulp. Where most of the combatants came in with some sort of weapon, or at least some protection, Kalen Joss decided to make it interesting.

Morgan gave him a curious look. "Kalen Joss?" she drawled, her voice clear and crisp over the crowd's antics, "you sure you wanna do this lookin' like that?"

"I am. It's supposed to be entertaining, right?" The bravado was there, and he sure didn't lack for courage, and he certainly had an interesting way of entertaining the crowd who, by now, had started hooting and hollering for more blood. Morgan shrugged and conceded that point. "Besides," he said, "I'm here to teach you something as well."

Morgan barked a laugh, half anger, half amusement in the tone. "You're gonna teach me? Honey, tonight," she spread her hands towards the crowd, "you're the example."

Morgan moved first followed closely by surprised cheers and howls. A blur of motion entered Joss' guard: one foot forward shifting her weight, fist cutting through the air like a hammerblow straight at his chin. Joss managed to dodge sideways as she grazed the tip of his nose. The follow-up came just as hard and fast: a spin, a pivot, and an elbow to the sternum. He blocked it with his arm and staggered back from the blow that rattled his teeth through his bones.

She was strong, way too strong, and still holding back.

He jumped backward in a tri-step, keeping his distance. His eyes narrowed as he took the measure of her. She was faster, meaner, stronger, a living embodiment of fury: he could sense the turmoil under her calm surface. It threatened to burst out an swallow him, but she had patterns, patterns he could notice and probably exploit.

Morgan noticed his stance and took a moment to mimic it. "Corellian kickboxing, and do I see some Echani and Teräs Käsi in there?" She stalked forward. Today she wanted some entertainment, and entertainment he would be.

She lunged into a flurry: two jabs, duck, a faint low followed by a brutal kick to the ribs. Joss anticipated it, blocked it, and still it rattled him like a metal can struck by a bat. He managed to followed up with a counter, kicking her inner knee to make her lose footing and jabbed at her mouth. She snarled, tumbled back, and created distance before his next strike could land.

Kalen bounced on the balls of his feet, guard ready, as Morgan spit a small glob of blood from her split lip. "Come on, don't keep a lady waiting." She raised her hands again.

It had all been false bravado from Kalen. He was such a new member to the Brotherhood, that this was only 3rd match ever. He had been encouraged by Furious to take part in these challenges and 'put on a good show'. He had told Kalen that this was a great way to move up in the organization and get his name out there. Kalens choice to enter unarmed had been spurred on when Furious had told him about the fact that these competitions were not designed or operated as 'deathmatchs'. He also knew his opponent was far more skilled with the saber then he was, and figured he could appeal to the honor of his opponent in this way. Apparently the matches were mainly for sport, and to raise revenues, both official(gates, concessions, merch) and unofficial(illegal gambling and lowkey slave trading) for whichever clan, society house, group or crew was operating the venue that night.

'Weren't you taught that patience is indeed a virtue' Kalen smiled and moved to the attack, letting lose a series of quick but easily blocked kicks. Morgan replied with a kick and counter punch of her own. Kalen could sense that he was outmatched and that he was being toyed with. But Furious' voice rang in the back of his mind 'give them a good show'.

Kalen noted Morgan moved to lunge at him and deftly kicked sand in her face. As she moved to withdraw and wipe her eyes Kalen seized her arms by the wrists and used as much power as the force would let him muster, to throw Morgan 20 feet or so across the ring. She had landed almost gracefully with no damage, but it had certainly fired up the crowd.

'I'm just here because my underboss told me to' Kalen admitted to Morgan almost sheepishly as she was gathering herself across the ring.

'Maybe he will learn a lesson from this too then.' She leapt across the ring with a speed that Kalen did not at all expect.

She landed a flying side kick right to Kalens chest and knocked him flying into the electrified fence.

'Ahhhh Sith!' Kalen exclaimed in pain as he felt the bolts of electricity surge through him before he broke contact with the fence. He was not usually one to curse, but Yoda's, did that ever hurt. Morgan then followed up her kick with another leaping attack, this time a punch that Kalen was barely able to parry. He was able to sneak in a quick body blow that momentarily stunned Morgan, and allowed him the chance to dance away from the fence and recover his senses a bit. But this was not to be for very long, for Morgan had only been acting stunned by his body blow.

She rushed towards him and performed another leap that had her land right infront of Kalen and unleash a lightning speed barrage of punches and a few knees were thrown in for good measure. Kalen blocked or parried most of the strikes but a few did land, and they did stung. In response Kalen popped out a few ranging jabs that pawed at Morgans guard. Then, feinting a big left hand and then pulling the trigger and quick, hard, and bone chilling right elbow to the side of Morgan's head.

'Tssss ouch.' Kalen couldn't help but mutter as he also hurt his own elbow executing the move. His opponent wasn't faking this time, he had indeed stunned her this time.

Morgan's head snapped to the side, hair whipping around her sweaty brow. Blood and spit made a long arc and splattered on the floor beside her, shocked gasps and cheers roaring from the crowd. She staggered a half-step back, arms splayed to keep her balance as the oppressive aura around her faltered for just a moment.

Kalen didn't strike again, he didn't need to. The impact of the moment was what he was looking for. This is what a new guy giving a Councillor some humble soup looked like and the crowd seemed to know it.

"I told you," he said with a confident smirk, "I came to teach you something, too."

Morgan's lip curled into a wicked smile that never reached her eye. There was a sudden furnace of boiling rage inside her. Even Kalen could feel its jagged tendrils burning her from the inside. Her tongue ran over the inside of her cheek tasting blood.

She stretched her neck with an audible crackle pop and spat the blood into Kalen's face. A distraction good enough to give him a moment's pause.

The pirate surged forward with a growl. There was no theater in her movements, no pleasing the crowd, only primal anger and unleashed violence. Kalen moved all too slow this time, or maybe she moved far too quickly, he couldn't tell. By the time he wiped his eyes, she was on him with rancor. He managed to block the first strike to his chin, barely. The second forced him to raise his hands even higher to protect his eyes.

But then the third...

He could feel her knee ramming into his unprotected right side like a jackhammer, timed to perfection between breaths and between guards. He felt the crack more than he heard it. He felt the pain even more intimately as his breath caught in his throat. Staggered, eyes wide, mouth contorted in a silent scream, he stumbled. Two, maybe three ribs splintered by the force of the blow and turned his breathing into a fight in and of itself. Agony shot up through his spine and down his legs making him fold in half as he tried do create distance.

Morgan didn't let him.

She rushed him head first, forehead slamming into his brow. The strike snapped his head back and made him tumble onto the floor, blood flowing from his nose. The crowd's roar drowned his painful gasps.

"I'm waiting on my lesson!" She hissed so only he could hear her. "Or maybe we're past the learning phase?" She hated being taught anything, by anyone. The thought of every lesson she had to listen to from her mother or her master, or whoever the frag, made her even angrier.

Kalen dragged himself back, vision swimming, ribs pulsating throbbing waves through his body. With every breath he took he felt his splintered ribcage grind against his skin, it was like sucking on sand.

"I was enjoying myself," she said as she circled him. "Seeing your play, giving the crowd some drama."

She stopped, her eyes locked on him once again. He could still feel the rage inside her. It wasn't subsiding, if anything...

"You wanted your spotlight in the ring with me? You got it."

He swallowed as he pushed himself to his feet on shaky hands. His right side was useless, every nerve firing on overdrive with each and every breath. Still, he smiled. His attitude and machismo reminded her of her brother, Turel, and it pissed her off. Kalen simply gestured a challenge. Come on. This isn't over yet.

He had stunned her, but he had also angered her.  She stumbled back and nearly took a knee, but recovered herself, and straightened back up with a vicious look on her face. Kalen saw the look, and the blood still dropping from her mouth, and he felt a sense of fear. Morgan  sensed this and amplified it with some extra terror.

'Oh no...please dont kill me' was all Kalen was able to blurted out before rushed him again

She dashed towards him and threw a jumping roundhouse kick that Kalen only partially blocked. As she landed Morgan followed that up with a quick side kick to the Kalens gut. Before giving the winded man even a second to recover Morgan grabbed Kalen by the collar and tried to land what would have been a devastating headbutt. Luckily for him Kalen was so winded, hid head slumped to the left right before it landed, causing the headbutt to graze off of his right cheek. 

In a vain bid to buy himself some more time to get his wind back, Kalen tried to get her in a side headlock or a guillitine choke but his efforts failed as Morgan was easily able to slip out of the attempted holds.

Kalen then tried to force push Morgan back but she was far more strong with the force then he. She was able to completely resist it aside from the first few inches he had pushed her back which had been unexpected.

'That all you got?' Morgan assumed a Mandalorian Core stance now, deciding it was too early to finish the new guy off.

'Sadly....no.' Trying to use a mind trick on her before unleashing his best, most painful, and effectively force attack, his Force Lightning. He started with the lighting bolts streaking from one hand for a few seconds before adding his second hand and giving her all the force he could muster.

For a few seconds Morgan yelled and writhed in pain. Then unexpectedly,  it was as if Morgan had just willed Kalens Lightning to stop(suppression) and decided to ignore the pain(self control). She then went on the counter attack, changing her mind, and deciding to put this rookie down for the count.

She sent a pang of extreme terror into Kalens mind causing him to essentially lose his facultiesfrom the overwhelming sense of fear. She the run staight at him and shoulder checked him, sending him hurtling backwards into the electrified cage. She was controlling her own resistance to pain still, and she followed thjs up by holding Kalen against the fence with her own body. The pain and electric shock was manageable if you only briefly touchdowns the fence, but holding a person against it made it feel more like he was actually being electrocuted.

Kalen screamed in pain, and eventually passed out.

12 seconds later he came to, and heard the crowd chearing and saw Morgan with her arms raised in Victory. He didnt even try to get up and beat a 10 count(the hebdidnt realize he had already failed to respond to, since he had been unconscious). He decided he was done with combat sports for the forseeable future. Though his father had granted him the title of 'Master Jedi'(not related to in game ranks) it was clear to Kalen, that he still had much to learn about the force and how to use it in battle. After a few minutes Kalen sat up, and nodded at Morgan who had glanced over at him from the table where she was retrieving her weapons and gear.

'Great fight...any chance you could teach me how you countered my force lightning like that?'

'I can't, its a secret....but, you did well rookie, I've beaten far better opponents who didn't do half as well as you did. Oh, and just a heads up, drinks at the bar are free for fighters' She wiped some of the now dying blood from her lower lip and gave Kalen a wink before leaving the ring.