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.

Dusa entered the fight pit with a big grin on her face. Her blood was pumping and her heart beat wildly against her chest. She could feel the adrenaline rush through her as her muscles tensed.

The pits were what helped Dusa sharpen her skills by having different fighters. She was ready.

Or so she thought as she watched a well-dressed Togorian had entered into the ring. Dusa blinked. The crowds cheered as credits were being passed back and forth, some were shouting to change their bets, and others were jeering.

Maybe even a few groans for those that believed the fight will be boring.

“Uh, are you in the right place?” Dusa asked.

Barafu’s ear barely twitched as her tail remained close to her legs. She didn’t want it to accidentally get stepped on. Did the Rattatakai underestimate her? She was here to prove her skills.

“Yes?” Barafu responded as the announcer had stepped into the ring.

“On the left!” The voice boomed as the crowds cheered for the fight was about to start. “An Axe-wielding- What-” He stammered as a massive Besalisk entered into the fray.

“Boring! Let’s make it exciting! These two against me!” He gestured and raised his four arms up to pump the audience. Then he made a pointed look to Barafu, “I also hate Togorains!”

“No one axed you-” Dusa’s brows furrowed, “How would you feel if someone said they don’t like some stinky four arms having- WAH!” Dusa shouted in surprise as the Besalisk went for a tackle and she rolled out of the way and found herself right beside Barafu. The announcer skedaddled as fast as he could out of the ring and turned on the electrified fence.

The crowd roared. The announcer was not going to miss the opportunity to make more bank. This was working perfectly.

“Change of plans my good fellas! These two against this Besalisk!”

“What!?” Dusa scoffed and then yelped in surprise as the Besalisk grabbed her ankle and dragged her to him. His four arms wrapped around her body tightly as Dusa had to focus to keep her muscles tensed and expanded.

“Tail!” Dusa gasped as Barafu was running to help Dusa-

“What?”

“TAIL! NOSE!”

Barafu spends hours everyday on her tail. She was not going to have her well groomed tail anywhere near that thing’s nose. Instead, since his arms were preoccupied with the bear crushing hug, Barafu was able to do a kick behind his knee which forced the Besalisk to kneel down as Dusa winced, she could feel the hug tightening. The Besalisk freed one arm and took a swing at Barafu who then whacked him at the side with her electro-sword as the Besalik felt his muscles tense and he involuntarily released Dusa who then landed on her back but scampered out of the way. Then she looked to Barafu with a smile.

“Ax-some!! It’s not just the sword that’s electrifying-” Dusa winked at Barafu as she ignored the nagging pain at her sore ribs.

Barafu’s brows furrowed in confusion as she looked to the fence and then a soft oh.

“No, it is not.”

Dusa blinked at her, now distracted by Barafu. “That’s not what I meant- WHOA!” She pushed Barafu out of the way as the now angry Besalik went to grab them but only to miss.

“The dynamic duo make a comeback! Endrin and Harik may have a chance against- uh.”

The announcer paused, the speakers going silent for a moment before turning back with a screech, “THE QUADRUPED. The field is even, so keep your bets rolling!”

The crowd jeered, quiet between moments of action though the rising tide of noise gained momentum again. The ‘Quadruped’ was closing the gap once more.

“Here kitty kitty kitty!” The Besalik cooed, malice intent turning the tone to gravel. “Come on, you’d make a nice rug-”

Barafu and Dusa split apart, Dusa’s baton slamming into the Besalik’s back. Though he turned quickly with a howl, teeth bared, he didn’t make it a step toward the Rattataki before his left arms were grabbed. Barafu’s claws dug into his flank, holding on as he spun to try and dislodge her. Laughter erupted around them, his cheeks flushing red.

“Get off!”

Dusa swung again with the baton, the Quadruped stumbling forward. He regained his feet quickly, turning again to face Dusa. She had been midswing, the momentum dragging her sideways as the baton missed its mark with no time to avoid Barafu being slammed sideways into her.

Barafu released her grip, the pair rolling across the floor before falling still in a pile. With a groan, Dusa sat up onto her knees, positioned over the Togorion as Barafu grumbled. A string of unintelligible muttering barely made it past her teeth.

Footsteps thudded toward them, the Besalik charging forward with his arms raising into the air. Blood dripped in slow oozing droplets from his left arms.

Dusa slipped her axes free of their holdings, raising the handles in time for the fists to impact them. Her arms shuddered, but held firm. Barafu turned over, her claws gripping into the smooth flooring as she dragged herself out from beneath Dusa’s legs.

“Well that wasn’t how I was thinking of endin’ up over you.” Dusa commented, the Quadruped raising his arms to slam them down once again.

“HUH?” Barafu hesitated, her ears swivelling as she looked back.

“Keep going!”