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.

Kamjin breathed in the dusty air of the Colosseum. There was an unnatural hush upon the ground. Probably due to the lack of spectators in the seats. He didn’t want an audience for today. A door slid open on the far side of the arena. Kamjin knew who it was immediately; since he had invited him. After a few moments the towering Togorian stood before him.

“Master Rajhin, I’m honored that you’ve accepted my invitation,” said Kamjin with a casual grin.

“Of course, Master Lap’lamiz. It’s not everyday I’m invited to train the Justicar,” said Rajhin with a cautious eye. “Why have you sought my training now?”

Kamjin exhaled slowly. “I have grown soft. The Chamber of Justice is well protected and my enemies are known and far removed from me now. If I don’t train then one of them will be successful,” said Kamjin.

Rajhin stared down at the shorter human. His feline eyes were fixed upon his opponent. Rajhin nodded and immediately kicked out his leg. Kamjin did not have time to react as he was hurled across the Colosseum. The Justicar groaned as he rolled over and pushed himself up, throwing back his cloak.

“I thought Jedi never attacked first,” said Kamjin as Rajhin closed the distance in two mighty bounds. Kamjin threw up both of his arms, blocking the heavy blows from Rajhin’s fists. Each blow bounced the Justicar from side to side.

“I am not a Jedi,” grunted Rajhin as he flurried his limbs in the fluid ease of a Teras Kasi master. Kamjin threw a series of jabs with a right hook. The Togorian didn’t flinch as the Justicars blows connected with dull thuds. Rajhin bared his fangs as he grabbed the Justicar in a massive hug, lifting him off the ground. The crimson red armor creaked under the strain as the Fist hoisted the Justicar over his hand and attempted to slammed him into the ground.

Kamjin rolled with the slam, entwining his legs around the Fist and holding onto one of the Fist’s arms Kamjin used his momentum to send them both crashing to the ground. The air was knocked out of Kamjin’s lungs and his grasp slacked. Rajhin wriggled free and sprang back. “Okay,” gasped Kamjin. “You’re…no…Jedi,” wheezed Kamjin as he pushed himself off the ground.

Rajhin rushed at the Justicar. Kamjin sidestepped and grasped Rajhin’s arm, twirling behind the rushing Fist Kamjin brought his foot crashing down into the back of Rajhin’s knee. The Fist’s knee buckled and he slid face-first in the dirt. Rajhin spat the mud out of his mouth and he threw a handful of dirt into the Justicar’s face.

Kamjin turned his head to avoid being blinded. In that moment, Rajhin pounced. His knee connected with the Justicar’s armor. The chest plate crashed under the rage of the Fist. “I hate fighting Imperials. There’s no creativity,” taunted Rajhin.

No creativity, Kamjin thought with no small amount of indignation as he staggered backward. His armor had absorbed most of the blow but he still had the wind knocked out of him. The Imperial’s mind raced, hand to hand was fighting on Rajhin’s terms and played to the Togorian’s physical strength. He had to keep the tiger at a distance. Activating the shield on his left vambrace, Kamjin tucked his head into his shoulder and leaned into a shield block to try to force the rampaging Togorian back.

The translucent blue disc caught Rajhin’s incoming fist, throwing his arm back with a loud buzz. The Fist growled as the momentary pain of directly touching a ray shield fueled his battle rage. This split-second opening was all Kamjin needed, he brought his shield arm down and channeled the dark side of the Force into crackling lightning in his free hand. In a continuous motion, the Justicar centered his torso and aimed his right palm toward his opponent, unleashing a bolt of cerulean energy directly into the Fist’s chest at point blank range.

Rajhin had no time to react and took the full brunt of the blast. A lesser being would have been knocked off their feet but the Togorian steeled himself and stood his ground with a loud roar of pain. When the blast concluded, Kamjin hopped backward to create some much-needed distance.

“How’s that for creative?” The Imperial taunted as he deactivated the shield and ignited the dual lavender blades of his saberstaff-configured lightsaber.

The Togorian sank to a knee as stray fingers of purple lightning crackled across his body and dissipated. A hint of smoke rose from his chest to accompany the smell of charred fur. He took a deep breath and eventually his face moved into a toothy grin. “Very good!” He rose to his feet and drew his Sith sword.

“SHOW ME NO MERCY JUSTICAR! FOR YOUR ENEMIES WILL SHOW YOU NONE!”

Kam could feel the Force shift toward his opponent, like the ocean pulling off the beach just before a tidal wave. He had seen Rajhin in action against the Children of Mortis firsthand and knew the Togorian was Fist of the Brotherhood for a reason. While mundane looking to the untrained eye, Rajhin’s Sith sword was just as deadly as any lightsaber and not to be underestimated. Kamjin’s eyes darted around the arena for a split second, looking for any sort of terrain he could use. The arena’s traps and pits were seemingly inactive for the moment.

Rajhin closed the distance between them in a blink of an eye. It was all Kamjin could do to parry the Togorian’s wild strikes. The Fist moved with supernatural speed with powerful blows the Justicar could barely deflect. The human kept his cool, focusing on his footwork and using the strength his opponent leveraged into his sword strikes against him. Sparks lit up the sand floor around them as violet plasma struck alchemical steel. Kam noticed that he had slowly been pushed back by Rajhin’s assault and he was quickly running out of room. He had to come up with something fast or he’d be overwhelmed.

Kamjin stared at the fierce determination upon Rajhin’s face. Through the blurred afterimage of his violet blades the Fist’s fur glowed a burnt sienna brown. He had unleashed a mighty blast of Force-lightning directly into the Togorian’s chest and he had shaken it off like a child zapped by a faulty power cable. The wall of the Colosseum was getting closer as Rajhin’s fury of attacks continued.

Think…there must be a solution thought Kamjin to himself as he let himself go to the ethers of the Force. As the Fist barred his canines in a predatory roar, the solution came to him. Years ago, in this same place, a similar test of skills occurred and there were…. Kamjin knew what to do. He reached out through the currents of energy and found them. There were dozens of them. All hidden just beneath the surface. With a gentle nudge, energy began to flow through the relays, a hum could be heard as the ground began to shake.

Rajhin slowed as he sensed it. “What did you?” asked Rajhin before the answer materialized. Dozens of traps sprang to life from beneath the Colosseum floor. A cloud of dust hung over the field of battle and in the blink of their eyes chaos erupted. Rajhin and Kamjin both leapt in opposite directions as great glops of flaming oil belched out of nearby nozzles in the wall. Kamjin had to catch himself as he had leapt into the opening maw of a spike trap. His saber extinguished as he clattered to the ground on the other side of the pit.

Kamjin could hear Rajhin roar in pain behind him. Judging by the wave of acrid air hitting him the Justicar could tell Rajhin had become entangled between one of the battery coils unleashing electrical energy. Making use of the opportunity, he scrambled out of the pit and retrieved his lightsaber. The dual violet blades sprang to life again as he turned to face his opponent.

Rajhin’s muscles were contracting wildly. Veins pulsed over his exposed fur as he tried to control the spasms. Kamjin absentmindedly blocked the rapid volleys of blaster fire that rained across the field of battle. “Care to call it?” Kamjin’s smirk began to fade as the Togorian, with great effort, gained control of his limbs. Constricting them towards his core, the Fist slowly pushed back the arcs of electricity. A shimmering barrier began to encircle the now floating Fist. “Oh Sithspit,” spat Kamjin as the barrier connected with the battery coils, which caused a cascade of explosions.

Kamjin ducked his head behind his cloak as the various turrets on the same energy loop began to explode. As debris and fire enveloped them, Kamjin peeked out in time to see Rajhin’s knee connect with his face. Kamjin flew backwards, his nose broken. Blood gushed down his face.

“Good. Very good. Use your environment to your advantage, but don’t stop to gloat like the Sith of old,” said Rajhin as he collected his sword. “Now, let’s finish this lesson.”