The Citadel Cantina is located on the second level of the Arcona Citadel. The bar itself is small on the surface, but possess an expansive selection thanks to a clever servos-operated storage system built into the underside of the bar. A bartender only need punch in what drink they require (other than the typical stock) and within a minute the bottle is distributed transparisteel display panels. Relaxed, soothing music plays over the speakers, and a big-screen display terminal with access to the holonet sits across from a series of comfortable lounge chairs and stools.

The Cantina is full-service and is manned by a gruff, one-eyed Rodian named Mick. Mick is a grumpy, former sergeant who served in the Arcona Armed Forces years and years ago. He goes about his business with a series of grunts, gestures, and monosyllabic dialogue. Though a man of few words, he's a genius of alcoholic beverages and mixology. Mick has a very strict rule about no fighting or brawling within the Cantina. The mess hall, on the other hand, is a different story.

The Cantina opens up into a dedicated mess-hall that can hold up to a hundred sentients before it starts to feel claustrophobic. Open at all hours, the mess-hall has been sanctioned as an acceptable area for members to settle aggressions and other frustrations. The tables are all firmly bolted into the halls floor to avoid being thrown over, and are crafted out of durable material that has held it’s own throughout the years. At the far end of the mess-hall there is a pair of double-doors that lead to the kitchen and storage area. The mess-hall is maintained by a full staff of droids, and occasionally a new recruit who has earned the ire of the Rollmaster.

The otherwise quiet dining hall had been cleared out save for two small groups at opposite ends of the hall. A confrontation had been brewing in the Cantina before Mick pulled out his trusty scattergun from under the shelf to give a not so gentle reminder of his “no fighting” rule for the Cantina. The walk over to the dining hall had not cooled the tempers of the two primary aggressors.

A masked Kaleesh paced in front of the now closed serving line of the hall, his yellow, reptilian eyes fixated on the opposite side of the room. A mildly irritated female Twi’lek stood off to the side between the Kaleesh and a small group of onlookers. The purple skinned Twi’lek placed her hands on her hips. “You don’t have to do this Skar. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself you know.”

Rrogan Skar snorted under his mask. “No. She disrespected you. Nobody puts their hands on a member of my team and walks away!”

K’tana sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well, I did kind of try to give her a shoulder massage without asking. How was I supposed to know this chick was so touchy about her personal space? I like when they play hard to get but this is insane.”

The Priestess’ words did little to extinguish Skar’s growing anger. This was a matter of pride and honor now. The former gladiator relished the chance to test himself against this Mandalorian Obelisk, new to the House. Sensing the confrontation was about to turn violent, the assembled spectators began to file behind the serving counter to gain relatively safe vantage points.

On the opposite side of the hall a human female set her drink down on one of the dining hall tables. The silver haired Mandalorian calmly walked toward the center of the dining hall, but a large fur covered hand shot out to block her path. The snow leopard like Togorian blocking Luna’s way simply shook his head. “Just let it go boss, let’s go back to the bar. The next round is on me.” Tybalt Erinos gave an awkward smile.

Luna gently pushed Tybalt’s arm out of the way. “If this pup wants a fight, I’ll give him one. Stand aside.” The Togorian frowned in disappointment and stepped to the side to allow the human to pass.

Seeing his opponent cross the hall, Skar followed suit and moved to intercept her in the center of the room. Tybalt slinked to the kitchen side of the hall and squeezed next to K’tana. “No luck on my end, anything with that lizard friend of yours?”

The Twi’lek rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Nope, I hate when he gets like this. So your boss, she with anybody?”

Tybalt looked extremely uncomfortable answering that particular question. “Um, it’s complicated. She’s not really on the market if you catch my drift.”

K’tana rubbed her hands together in a scheming manner and whispered “Challenge accepted” to no one in particular.

In the center of the hall the Mandalorian and the Kaleesh stood three meters apart staring each other down. Neither of the warriors moved, the fight was inevitable, their respective honor had been called into question. The only item remaining was who would make the first move. A hush fell over the spectators as the standoff seemed to come to a close.

“I’ll say it one last time, apologize to my friend.” Skar demanded with a deadly serious intensity.

Luna narrowed her gaze. “She should apologize to me, pawing me like I’m some kind of street walker.” The Mandalorian shifted into a combat stance and did not flinch in the slightest from Skar’s withering glare. “If she does that, you both walk out of here without injury.”

Skar reached for his lightsaber a split second before Luna did, but both combatants mirrored each other as they pulled their weapons from their respective belts. The Kaleesh practically growled from under his ivory mask, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

The silver haired human shot a cocky smirk, “Oh, I know exactly who I’m dealing with, a impudent whelp who’s about to get a lesson in respect.”

Luna could barely finish her sentence before Skar launched himself at her with his full fury. The dim dining hall lit up with emerald and azure as the two warriors found themselves in a saber lock. A collective gasp came from the assembled onlookers in the kitchen area. Both combatants made note that the other was stronger than they looked. Luna felt her own saber slipping closer and closer to her as the Kaleesh’s superior rage enhanced strength was brought to bear on her. She broke the saber lock and leapt backwards, barely dodging a strike from Skar’s green saber.

K’tana turned to Tybalt, “I was starting to get bored, but this fight is going to be goood!”

Closing the distance the Mandalorian had made between them, the young Juggernaut gave the older woman no chance to recover from the crushing blows that he landed again and again upon her saber. The broad grin under his mask began to take on the contours of insanity as he pushed the Mandalorian back further.

While he was pushing her back, his gladiatorial mind began to take in her fighting patterns, the fluidity of her strikes and blocks-the well grounded stance that came from years of combat and training. This woman would not go down without a good fight and that Rrogon relished.

He had grown tired of the weaklings that called themselves gang leaders back on Ol’val. Their constant squabbling over shops and drugs had almost pushed him to the brink of mass murder several times, but he relented on the orders of his superiors; they were too valuable to kill just yet, but soon their usefulness would run out, and that day the Kaleesh would finally get to cut loose ends.

While all these things were filtering through his mind as once again he and the mando were in a saber lock and his superior strength was forcing her down onto her knees bringing his mask closer to her face he growled in a low undertone.

“So who is the impudent whelp now, Mandalorian soith?”

Before the woman could respond, the Juggernaut’s eyes caught the glint of a metal barrel being brought out from a holster he had not seen on the Mandalorian. Cursing at himself, he barely moved out of the way before the first blaster bolt was shot from her Dl-44.

Skar could feel blazing pain as the blaster bolt slammed into his shoulder, but instead of staggering back from the pain like people would the former gladiator relished the pain it kept one focused on the fight it let a warrior know his limits and weaknesses.

Laughing maniacally he seized the woman by both wrists, twisting the one that held the blaster violently until she out small gasp of pain and the blaster clattered to the floor from her empty hand. Hauling her up to eye level, the Kaleesh slamming his bone mask down on the bridge of her nose and the sharp crack of her nose breaking brought a smile to his face.

"Come on now don't tell me that's all you got? Because that's nowhere near good enough!!"

This last emphasis on the word was backed up with a powerful telekinetic push that sent the Mandalorian hurling over several tables, and into the durasteel wall. The small crowd that had gathered let out a collective gasp as she slumped down unto the floor.

A minute passed before she stood and gazed at the Kaleesh, a look of confusion was evident on her face; why wasn't he attacking her and finishing what he started? In truth he wanted to so badly. His soul was screaming at him to kill her before this fight lasted too much longer, but no, his pride and honor as Kaleesh warrior stayed his hand.

Lifting his blade, he leveled it at her from across the room, "Mandalorian I would know your name and Clan your honor and skill has proven true."

Rising with a grimace of pain her response was full and clear, " I am Luna Okami an Obelisk Templar of Clan Arcona and a Mandalorian of Clan Okami."

Nodding, Rrogon pressed a curled fist to the center of his forehead as a salute that was customary from his people.

"I am Rrogon Skar Sheshai, last surviving member of and leader of Clan Sheshai and Battleteam leader of Shadow Gate. I greet you as a warrior and a fellow clan member. A pity we could not have met under different circumstances."

And without another word said, the two resumed combat once again.

Within the crowd of onlookers, a lavender-skinned Twi’lek tapped the shoulder of the armored Togorian standing next to her. “Do you mind if I climb on your back? I can’t see through all these people.” An Arconan soldier to her right side scoffed audibly, to which K’tana stuck her tongue out in response.

Tybalt Erinos would not normally have entertained such a demeaning request: he was a Mandalorian warrior, not some beast of burden. However, people paid good money to have beautiful Twi’lek females climb on them, so he made an exception in this case. “Um, sure, just don’t tell the boss lady.”

K’tana squee’d and excitedly hopped up in the air as the Togorian knelt down and gently helped her onto his shoulders, grabbing hold of her legs to keep her weight centered just below his neck.

“Thanks! Now I can see everything. I was wondering why Skar let your boss get back up but I’m kind of glad he did because more fighting!”

Tybalt chuckled. “He’ll live to regret that decision, Luna will make him pay.”

The Twi’lek leaned forward so she was looking directly into the Togorian’s eyes upside down. “Care to make that a bet, my feline friend?”

“A round of drinks for the victor?”

“You’re on!”

In the center of the dining hall the two warriors continued to clash, albeit with a new sense of mutual respect. Luna had long since given up trying to overpower her opponent, who was clearly stronger. Instead, she evaded his strikes, searching for an opening. The pair were now standing just outside of striking distance on top of a long dining table which was bolted to the floor for this exact type of situation. The Mandalorian noticed a small assortment of condiment bottles behind her right foot, near the edge of the table. She shifted her saber around to keep Skar’s focus as she discreetly moved her foot behind one of the bottles.

The Kaleesh had given up his primary advantage when he momentarily let go of his anger. He was still in combat mode to be sure, but Luna could sense his rage had largely subsided. Now was the time to strike. “You have acquitted yourself honorably, young one. Make your subordinate apologize and we can return to the cantina as comrades.”

Skar shifted his weight from left to right while holding his ground on his end of the table. He nearly laughed under his mask, “Why would I? I’m winning.”

Premature hubris, the folly of the young.

Luna said nothing. With a single fluid motion she released her two handed saber grip, bringing both hands to her side for a strong kick. The Kaleesh noticed the movement but found himself confused as the Human was outside striking distance. Instead Luna’s kick caught the condiment bottle and carried it at just the right arc to launch it toward her opponent’s head. Skar instinctively blocked the makeshift projectile with an upward slash of his saber.

The blade of pure plasma cut right through the incoming condiment bottle without resistance, sending two halves flying off to the sides. The contents of the bottle, carried forward by inertia, found their mark however: Skar’s mask was now doused with Jumpin’ Jawa brand hot sauce. He cried out in momentary frustration as the sticky condiment dripped through the eye holes of the mask and stung his eyes. During the moment of confusion Luna jumped off the table and onto the floor below.

From across the room, the two combatants heard the unmistakable voice of a certain female Twi’lek shout, “She hit you with sauce, man! SAUCE! Come on Skar, you can’t let that stand!” A small group of onlookers chuckled nervously.

K’tana’s commentary stoked the smoldering fires of Skar’s rage. He let out a beastial roar and lept at the Mandalorian on the ground. The Kaleesh was so overcome with anger that he failed to notice that Luna did not raise her saber in response to his leap. Instead, keeping her saber in her right hand off to the side she raised her left hand toward the incoming warrior. As he flew through the air his momentum came to screeching halt just outside of saber distance, as if he had struck an invisible wall.

Skar had thrown himself at Luna with full force, and was so angered that he lacked the presence of mind to spring off the translucent barrier. It was like hard charging at a brick wall. The impact would have stunned a normal being, but Skar was no ordinary being. He fell backwards, crashing into a pair of nearby chairs.

Luna was genuinely impressed Skar was largely unphased by the impact. She had mere seconds before he disentangled himself from the dining hall furniture. The Mandalorian holstered her saber and unholstered her blaster pistol.

Skar lept up with a roar that caused the onlookers to gasp in shock, “I’ll kill you!”

Luna took aim with the pistol. “No, you won’t.” Clicking the pistol to stun, she fired a series of blue rings at her opponent. Skar brought his saber up in the movements that would deflect blaster bolts back at their source, or at least would have if they were normal bolts. Stun bolts were difficult to defend against and even a skilled saberist could only dissipate them. She knew this, but Skar didn’t seem to, or at least didn’t adjust his technique accordingly. Luna kept up a relentless barrage of stun bolts as Skar attempted to dissipate them, and each time some of the bolt’s energy would slip past and his arms. He was able to fight past the pain but he found the muscles and nerves of his arms starting to go numb and unresponsive. It was only a matter of time before one of the bolts went through.

The Mandalorian began to doubt whether her blaster’s energy pack would outlast Skar’s defense or not. The Juggernaut continued to dissipate the stun bolts despite being in visible pain. Finally, one found its mark and Skar froze in momentary agony as his body began to glow blue. Two more successive stun bolts hit, sending the Kaleesh collapsing, limp on the floor with bits of smoke emanating from his robes.

Luna calmly walked up to her stunned foe and kicked away his lightsaber. Satisfied, she holstered her own pistol. “This fight is over.”

Tybalt smiled a big toothy grin with his feline fangs while the Twi’lek on his back pouted. “Looks like you owe me a drink, Miss...um, I didn’t catch your name.”

K’tana tapped her lip in thought for a moment. “You can have your drink, but if you want my name you’ll have to give me your boss’ holo-frequency.”

The Togorian laughed, “Fat chance, she’d turn me into a throw rug if I did that.”

“Can’t fault a girl for trying.” The purple Twi’lek jumped off Tybalt’s back and ran toward Skar.

Luna had placed Skar’s unconscious body on a nearby table and appeared to be examining him. She stopped to glare at K’tana when she arrived. “Your friend will be fine, just some light burns on his arms and a blaster burn to shoulder which I’m about to take care of.” The Obelisk placed both her hands over Skar’s burnt shoulder and closed her eyes in concentration. After a silent few minutes that felt like an eternity, the Kaleesh’s shoulder was nearly unblemished. “He’ll need to treat that with lotion, but there’s no permanent damage.”

K’tana looked confused. “I don’t get it, a few minutes ago he was trying to kill you and now you’re treating him?”

Luna collected her things and signaled for Tybalt to follow her back to the Cantina. “We are of the same clan, that makes us kin even if I must teach him the hard way to respect his elders.” She walked off smiling as the Twi’lek stood speechless.

While the minutes passed Ktana paced in and around the kitchen area while the group and the Togorian look on in awe as tables and the what food was on them went flying around the mess hall as the two obelisks clashed back and forth neither yielding to each other.

Sighing loudly she moved to into the kicktion and return several minutes later with a large bowl of what appeared to be green slime that jiggled with every step she took while she hummed a song to herself the wide grin that was on her face showed that she cared little for the fight at hand.

Unfortunately her next step landed on a spotted tail that had lain across the floor and a pain filled yelp followed soon after and a fur covered hand slammed into her back causing her to fall and the jello to be sent flying.

The Twi’lek spun around on the Torgrian and the anger on her face made him back up a few inches.

“What the frack furball you made me drop my jello”

Tybalt held up his hand in way of trying to appease her “Look im sorry you just stepped on my tail is all and moved out of instinct.”

“I dont care why you did it just the fact that you did it!” She screamed at Tybalt “and you made me drop my jello … speaking of which were the frak did...it...go…oh crap.”

Her gaze had falling upon her battleteam leader who was looking at her his eyes blazing with a fiery rage as he brushed at the jello that now covered him from head to toe.

His voice practically vibrated with his rage as he spoke. “Katna when i'm done with this fight we are going to have a very long discussion about your punishment once we return to the Shadow port am I clear.”

Ktana practically shrinked under his gaze. “Right ill just be over here then.” the moved back into the kitchen and out of his sight for she knew saying anything now would only make her punishment worse later. Turning back to the Mandalorian that had a wide grin across her face.

letting a long exhale of breath escaped his lips he looked into the older womans eyes. “I think this fight is meaningless now luna if we continue it would only get one or both of us sent to the medical center and i'm sure that the Counsle would be most angry with us then so why don't we just stop now?”

She considered this for a moment before answering “Fine as long as she gets punished.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Said Rrogon with a grin under his mask, looking back over to the kitchen area and yelled. “Ktana we are leaving!” The Twi’lek made her way over to the Kaleesh and followed close behind him as the left the bar.