Existing on the edge of Ebon Ridge in the Clan Vizsla Homeworld of Zsoldos is a scavenger's paradise made real. The junked speeders, freighters, and fighters entice the more eagle-eyed opportunists in the galaxy. However, these are not the objective here.

A small warehouse exists buried amidst all the rubble, within which exists a hexagonal pit approximately twenty five feet across and eight feet deep. The rim of the pit has a four foot electrical fence lining it, making it impossible for the cowardly to escape. Two enter, one leaves. A large orange back-lit sign in Mando'a reads Adade Dar'yaim (Personal Hell) hangs above the pit whilst a medium sized office hangs suspended in perfect view of the fights below without obstruction from the rest of the crowd.

For whatever reason, this is where you and your opponent find yourselves; in Zsoldos’ infamous Scrap Pit. The stench of blood and sweat fills the air, the screams of the crowd betting on your victory or demise fills your ear as the humming of electrical wires forms goosebumps on your skin. You have two choices; win, or die.

Credits, not words.

This is the way.