Built from the shell of an ancient foundation, the Arx Colosseum has undergone renovations to allow multiple new configurations for battle. Its spectator setup remains largely the same, with high walls, tall enough for even the most savvy Jedi to find unscalable that lead up to spectator chairs which are divided into nearly organized sections to accommodate several thousand people. At the center, an elongated platform “box” contains 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 match bia holocam drones.

Today’s setup is known as The Bridges.

High-suspended walkways cross and weave through multiple levels of platforms. Some are solid, metal and duracrete crafting an unmoving foundation. Others are mere rope and wood, swaying with even the most gentle of breezes.

Below the walkways is a void filled with mist, the ground unseen for combatants and spectators alike. Periodic ripples of electrical energy can be seen through the mist, hinting to the deadly nature of the arena floor below.

Music blasted over the speakers.

“We gonna get funky, funky-” The crowd cheered the moment they recognized the song, and clapped their hands in unison. Idris Adenn, the black and red Mandalorian, Voice of the Brotherhood, emerged from the double steel doors alongside two Togorians that had markings of a tiger and wore only speedos. The three of them joined the audience in tune.

“Is one of the Togorians… is… that Fist guy? Rahjin?” a human asked his friend in the crowd.

“No,” the friend replied.

“Aw, shame. Thought we were finally going to get Riddy fan-fiction…”

“Well, I’m a big fan of Tiddy.”

The song continued. “....Left foot, let’s stomp, Cha Cha real smooth-” The audience roared as the three of them showcased moves that the crowd didn’t know existed. During the Cha Cha part of the melody, Iddy slipped in the introduction of the next match.

“Pilot Evelyn Wyvern against Ghost Luka Zarkot!” he clapped his hands and turned around, shaking his ass, which resulted in a few emergency droids being deployed when a couple of people had passed out….

“A pilot?” Luka mused to themselves out loud. How odd. What would a pilot be doing here? Maybe after two matches of powerful individuals, they could bring their illusions into play. Their hand went down to scratch the Nexu’s head and Bico purred loudly, rubbing its face against Luka’s leg. The doors slid open and a smirk played on their lips. The bridges gave ample opportunity for shadows, many areas to sneak around.

At the opposite end, Evelyn exited from her own gate and winced at the next venture. Her eyes darted around and quickly absorbed everything she could, making the layout in her mind. Thirteen beeped once in concern behind her and she understood why. Some of the bridges were connected but many had dead ends. Idris had helped give Evelyn a hint of who this Luka person might be. A Ghost. *Which meant she had to be extra careful among the shadows.

It also meant Thirteen was not going to be helpful here.

“Stay by the door,” Evelyn pointed lowly at the corner of the entrance and the wall. Thirteen rolled and obediently stayed there. It had been chased by a massive canine and then used like a chariot. Thirteen would find it wonderful if nothing productive happened to it in this match. Evelyn started to venture further in, her footsteps slow and careful while her head was turning in all different directions, eyes darting around- There. She caught movement on the bridge above and not far out.

She made sure to stay in the shade covering the bridge she was on. She bent over slightly,keeping her center of gravity to stay balanced, and followed the movement that she spotted. A few rocks from the concrete bridge above her tumbled down and Evelyn immediately froze. She crouched down fully in the shadows, knowing full well that her white hair can give her position away.

Then she saw the Nexu.

“Kitty?” Evelyn whispered to herself. Before this match, the Loyalist had found out that Anders’ Nexu, Kitty, had been badly injured. There was no way—the Nexu took a sniff of the air. Its eyes made contact with her and it let out a loud yowl.

Not Kitty! Evelyn mentally yelped as she watched a hooded figure enter into view above her. Her hand went to her hilt-

Snap-hiss.

Evelyn spun towards where the sound came from, quick-drawing her Sith Sword just in time to parry the lightsaber blade that emerged from her left. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she made the grave mistake to look up, only to watch the illusion fade.

Illusionist. Then a jolt of pain shot up from her leg as the Nexu bit down and tugged her towards Luka. Evelyn lost her balance and fell onto the concrete bridge with a thud. She rolled out of the way when the real light-blue saber swung down at her. Before she gave them time to regain their composure, her hand slipped down to the sheath that was on her thigh and threw one of her throwing knives. Her enemy raised their arm to protect themself, a soft clunk noise was heard as the throwing knife landed onto the bridge with a clatter.

Cybernetic arm, she noted.

They both were at a pause when Evelyn stood up cautiously, wondering why Luka hadn't advanced any further.

“You’re an Arconan. Let’s not fight to the death,” Luka suggested as their eyes shifted to the patch on her armor, then back to hers. They weren't going to kill someone that was in the same Clan in a tournament unless they had to. It was why, even though Luka had weapons at their disposal, they figured a lightsaber was loud enough for a skilled soldier to detect. They watched as Evelyn’s eyes went from their patch and back, followed by a nod in agreement.

Evelyn took this moment of rest as her eyes glanced down at her leg. Thanks to her armor, the bite wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. She could still walk on it and her bleeding had started to slow down.

“I do not wish to harm your Nexu. I sort of have one myself. So, if you please, can we fight without your Nexu?” Evelyn watched them consider it for a moment before a single nod. Only time will tell during the fight if they keep to their word or not. She watched the Nexu back away several feet from behind Luka as both of them raised their perspective weapons.

“One more thing, what do you want to be called?”

“Uh-” Did the white haired woman not hear the announcement? It was almost deafening. “-Luka?”

“No. I meant your pronouns in case I need to cuss you out while having a glass of wine tonight.”

Luka let out a small snort to hide their surprise at being asked, “They, them.” They lunged forward to strike Evelyn.

The audience roared in excitement.

Let the match begin.

Evelyn shifted to the side and drew Memento Mori from its sheath. She parried Luka’s thrust and felt some pride at the Force Disciple’s confusion; they did not expect a blade to hold up against a lightsaber.

“Peculiar little toy you have, there,” Luka remarked as they crossed blades once more. They could sense a dark power behind the weapon, and although instinct told them to be wary of the sword, their curiosity got the better of them. “Tell me about it over drinks, later?”

“Maybe, if you’re offering to buy.” Evelyn preferred the jovial nature of this bout to the ones she’d had before, though she kept on her guard. She threw off the saber and backed into a defensive stance.

“If I win, sure!” Luka backed off as well. They stepped cautiously in a semicircle around Evelyn, looking for an opening in her defense. “My treat!”

“A pity, then,” Evelyn remarked. She held her head high, “I do not intend to lose.”

“Intent and action are very different things, my dear.”

“Then, perhaps we should have fewer words and more action?” She advanced with surprising speed, causing Luka to retreat with a backflip over a low sweep of her blade. They landed deftly and struck back with a whirlwind of blows, forcing Evelyn to relinquish the ground she had taken. They appeared evenly matched with their respective weapons, neither having a clear advantage over the other.

“You are magnificent!” Luka exclaimed, a beaming grin across their features. “How have I not heard of you before?”

“Focus…” Evelyn scolded through gritted teeth.

“Would think you’d wish for the opposite,” Luka teased.

Though soon after they said so, Evelyn broke through their defenses. She feinted and lashed out, drawing the blade across Luka’s shoulder. The Human hissed as the blade cut through their sleeve and drew a thin line of blood. Though the wound stung, they thought little of the pain at the moment. It still gave them pause enough to retreat. Luka’s lips drew into a thin line as they considered their next course of action.

“How’s your footwork?” they asked, cocking their head to the side.

Evelyn was puzzled at what that might mean. “Have you not seen for yourself?” she asked while holding her blade at the ready. What sort of trick were they planning?

“Then let us test that, shall we?”

Before Evelyn could stop them, Luka leaped off the side of the bridge to a wooden one below. The bridge swung outward from the sudden addition of their weight, but Luka clung to it and righted themselves. The old wood creaked and groaned beneath them.

“C’mon, now!” they shouted up at her, “Follow the leader.” The Human crept swiftly along the rickety bridge, careful to avoid the missing planks as they went.

Evelyn scoffed. She wasn’t here to play games, but it seemed like that was all that Luka wanted to do. She waited until the bridge swung underneath her and carefully timed her jump. The wood snapped beneath her as she gasped and grasped the rope. The friction burned and stung her hand, causing her to drop her Sith sword. The electrical currents below crackled around it as the mist swallowed the weapon whole. Evelyn gritted her teeth and pulled herself up.

“So about the drinks, tell me, what kind of restaurants do you like to go to?” Luka asked while leaning against the ropes. They were watching as Evelyn straightened herself up and looked down where her weapon had disappeared to. Now that her sword was gone, they knew they had the upper hand against the white-haired woman. She was oddly positioning her body between the ropes.

“The kind you cannot afford,” Evelyn pointed out.

Luka playfully placed their hand over their heart.

“Oh, that stung.”

Evelyn got out her blaster and Luka furrowed their brows. She then pointed the blaster away from Luka’s direction, one arm hooking under a rope, and shot at the cables of the bridge. The bridge went swinging downwards, the force throwing Luka off as their hands scrambled to try to grip the wooden planks. Sadly, physics took over as the bridge fell faster than them and Luka tumbled onto the walkway with a loud thump, knocking the air out of them.

Evelyn gritted her teeth to prevent crying out when the rope yanked her arm. She let go, sliding down the wooden planks and then landing onto the next same structure. Dust cloud formed around the duo. Evelyn watched Luka get onto their feet and she ran forward. She pulled out her sith dagger and slashed towards Luka. They ducked down, swinging their lightsaber at her feet which Evelyn jumped over.

There was a sudden loud noise that sounded like a poor broken game of pinball with the sounds of gravel and scraping on concrete.

Both Luka and Evelyn paused in their movements as their heads snapped up towards the loud clanging sounds. It was quickly followed by a slew of binary words that would surely make the Brotherhood’s Council blush. Thirteen was being chased by Bico who was batting it around like a yarn ball as the poor BB unit slammed against the concrete walls. Evelyn looked at Luka with narrowed eyes.

That seemed to tickle Luka’s funny bone as they laughed, “We just want to have some fun!” Then Luka noticed their left shoulder and chest was feeling numb. A soft pant escaped between their lips as their left cybernetic hand rose to touch the wound. It had some weird discoloration. It was starting to become difficult to take in deep breaths.

“Poison,” Evelyn explained while she sheathed her Sith dagger and took off the backpack, while ignoring her rope burnt hands, to get out the antidote kit. Luka started to chuckle. Ironic they should get poisoned when they too, had to use poison on their weapons. Their right arm lowered to let the woman come forward and inject them with the antidote.

“It might take a few minutes—” Evelyn yelped as Luka violently jabbed her ribs with their elbow and tackled her down. The pair of them were now tussling on the ground.

Evelyn gritted her teeth as she struggled to free herself from Luka's grasp. The Human clutched at her wrist, attempting to grab for the dagger she held in her hand. They wrenched her arm back, causing her to cry out in pain. Luka had succeeded in their objective, however, and the blade flung out of her loosened grip. The dagger was swallowed by the chasm below.

"You-!" Evelyn shouted indignantly, then brought her hand back across Luka's face. The resounding slap brought a hush over the crowd, then a hiss of sympathetic pain.

Evelyn seemed more surprised by her own outburst than Luka, who simply massaged their stinging cheek. "Yeah, deserved. But I'm not taking any more chances with those. We'll find them later." They untangled themselves from Evelyn, rolling away before hopping up to their feet. "In the meantime, I'm still your opponent, so you should-"

A blaster bolt zipped past Luka's head, giving them pause. An intentional miss at this range. Luka did not give Evelyn time for another shot, moving at a speed that could only be achieved through their connection to the Force. Luka shoved Evelyn against the stone wall, an elbow against her throat and their cyan lightsaber dangerously close.

The light from the blade illuminated Luka's features, twisting them with bright light and dark shadows. Their dark eyes were narrowed in focus, each muscle tensed in anticipation of their opponent's next move. Evelyn did not have many options, and fewer now at this range.

"Do you yield?" Luka requested, loosening their grip so Evelyn could speak.

That seemed to be their mistake, as Evelyn took the opening to slip free. She grasped Luka's arm and reversed their places before slamming the Disciple up against the wall in turn. She twisted their wrist until they released their hold on their lightsaber.

"One last trick, I guess," Luka said with a groan.

"It worked, though. Do you yield?"

"Never was one to," they replied, but try as they might, they could not get free of her grip. After an exhale, they relented. "Fine, I yield."

A disappointing end for those that wanted bloodshed, but one that the two Arconans were content with.