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.

“Come on, man, I know you have some embarrassing stories of Atyiru when she was younger.” Turel nudged his companion with his elbow as they traversed the halls of the Arcona Citadel together. Uji merely frowned and continued walking in silence as his former Quaestor waited in vain for a response.

The Odanite sped up until he was in front of the Obelisk and turned around to face him while walking backwards. "Ugh, you're almost as bad as Celevon with that 'Shadicar' poodoo." Turel made sure to punctuate "Shadicar" with an air quotes gesture. "I swear I'm putting you guys into some kind of victims of Sashar support group."

Uji kept looking straight ahead but grinned ever so slightly. “Sashar’s victims don’t live long enough to need a support group.”

“Yeah, I met him on Korriban, real barrel of fun that guy." He paused for a moment in thought. ”At least Cel loosens up behind closed doors—” the Jedi stopped mid-sentence as he felt his face grow flush with a rush of color. Embarrassed, he turned back around and resumed his place beside Uji as the two men walked down the corridor.

The Obelisk raised an eyebrow at the Guardian as he noticed they were taking the same turns through the Citadel. “Are you following me?”

“No, I’m headed to the cantina. My sister is supposed to meet me there, assuming she stays out of trouble. That meeting did run longer than expected.”

Uji nodded. “I didn’t know you had a sister. You’ll have to introduce her to me when we get there. Satsi insisted on skipping the meeting to wait in the cantina, so I’m headed that way.”

A look of sudden horror shot across Turel’s face and he shot his arm across Uji’s chest to stop his movement. “Hold on, did you just say that Satsi was waiting in the cantina?”

The Shadicar had a mild look of confused irritation on his face. “What of it?”

“Satsi and Morgan bored in the same bar...this is bad.” Turel took off at a full run, his earthen robes and teal sash fluttering behind him.

“Wait! I’m sure Satsi hasn’t corrupted your sweet sister yet,” the Aedile yelled as he broke into a sprint himself to catch up.

“You have no idea!” Turel shouted back as the two raced toward the cantina.

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The pounding bass of loud club music emanated into the corridor outside the cantina entrance as the two men approached. Turel came to a stop and threw up his right arm for Uji to stop as well. Something wasn’t right: Mick would never allow Nar Shaddaa club music, and certainly not at that volume. As they approached the door they heard a small crowd hooting and hollering in a raucous manner.

The Aedile picked up on the strangeness of the situation as well. “Sounds like there’s a wild party going on in there.”

Turel crept along the side wall and cautiously approached the cantina’s doors as if he were getting ready to assault a room full of hostiles. “Exactly. Mick would never allow anything like that.”

Uji shook his head and walked past Turel to brazenly open the door. “I’m certain everything is fine—” He trailed off as he stood in the doorway, mouth gaping open, and observed the scene before him. The Jedi walked up beside the Obelisk and found himself in a similar state of shock.

Mick ran a tight ship and the cantina was always kept neat and orderly. The scene before the two Jedi looked like the aftermath of a riot. Stools were flipped over, patrons were passed out on the floor, bottles and glasses were strew about everywhere and a small crowd had gathered around a table on the far side of the bar. The gruff Rodian bartender was nowhere to be seen and all the conscious occupants of the bar seemed to have surrendered to a maelstrom of hedonism set to the pulsating beats of trendy club music.

Both men gingerly stepped further into the cantina, passing over broken glass and unconscious soldiers. Uji noticed a very familiar blue- and gray-furred Ryn sitting on the floor in front of him, propped up against a footstool with a bottle of liquor in his hand. “Bleu! What is going on here?”

Kordath looked up groggily at his Aedile. “Oh, hey Mopey.” He took a swig from his bottle. “I wish, eh, I damn well knew what’s going on. It all started when Mick asked that Morgan chick to leave and she punched him out and, heh, broke his scattergun. ’s all a blur after that.”

The Obelisk stroked his raven colored beard, perplexed. “Morgan caused all this?”

“Well, not just Morgan, Red hijacked the sound system and grabbed a bunch of bottles from the storage system,” the Ryn paused for a moment with a smile. “Those two ladies seemed to be really into each other if you catch my drift.”

Before Uji could reply he felt Turel tugging on his garments. The Obelisk spun around irritably. “What?” His Jedi companion gave no comprehensible reply but pointed at the table in the back of the bar with the crowd around it. Two Human females were on top of the table, gyrating against each other to the beat of the music. They were so close together it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Uji squinted to adjust his eyes to the flashes of light emanating from the hijacked lighting system. One of the females had a very familiar shade of bright red hair, cut short. The Aedile stood dumbfounded. “Satsi?”

Satsi and Morgan had removed their jackets and corsets, leaving absolutely nothing above the waist. From the looks of things their pants would be discarded in short order. The small crowd seemed to hang on every movement as the two half-nude bodies moved in perfect sync with the beat. Morgan stole a glance toward the entrance and noticed Turel and Uji staring with their jaws wide open. She winked at Turel and then pulled Satsi in closer for a passionate kiss that most definitely involved some tongue action.

Turel and Uji stood staring at the erotic scene unfolding before them. In near perfect unison they turned to face each other and said, “Your sister is hot.”

Both men jumped in shock at their apparent shared lust for the other’s sibling. The Obelisk spoke first: “Turel, you should have told me Morgan was so...intoxicating.”

“Hey, stay away from my sister!” the Jedi exclaimed in a half joking manner before continuing with a smirk, “Well, you should really let Satsi out more often and stop hoarding her to yourself.”

Uji’s gaze narrowed into a glare as his arm and chest muscles visibly tensed like a jungle cat readying for a pounce. “What did you just say?”

Turel placed his hands on his hips in defiance. “You heard me, sourpuss. You and Satsi seem really close. People talk you know. One would almost think you two are unnaturally close.” The Jedi didn’t even have the few seconds needed to grin or gloat further as he had a fist flying directly at his mouth. The Galeres Aedile was fast, but not so fast that Turel couldn’t dodge a blow from him under normal circumstances.

These weren’t normal circumstances, the Jedi was thoroughly unprepared and caught a right hook directly to his jawline.

Uji didn’t press the attack further as Turel jumped back, reeling. The Odanite hunched over with his left arm extended out toward his opponent in a defensive gesture while he nursed his throbbing face with his right. The Jedi opened his mouth and moved his jaw around for a few seconds before spitting a small amount of blood and saliva onto the cantina floor. “So it’s going to be like that is it?”

Uji cracked his knuckles in response.

“That’s the last time, you concern yourself with Satsi and her relationships. To be honest, it will be the last time you concern yourself with Satsi at all,” Uji struggled to keep his tone even, calm on the surface. Underneath, he could barely contain the desire to lash out at the former Quaestor of Galeres.

“Awfully possessive over her, aren’t you? She doesn’t seem to share the same obligation to you now does she?” Uji resisted the urge to turn and look as Turel spoke, the other man’s eyes looking past him at the spectacle of the two women. The music came to a pause in between tracks, the silence like a held breath. Hearing laughter behind him only made him wonder at what the two women were up to.

“Uji!”

Uji twisted as he heard his sister’s voice directly behind him, turning to find no one there. Satsi and Morgan now sat intertwined, clothing left discarded with a clear path to watch the developing fight, each holding a bottle with wide smiles playing across their features. The Prelate knew immediately he’d been tricked — he didn't need the Force to sense the impending blow. Turel’s right hook landed flush across his jaw, backed by every ounce of power the older man possessed.

The impact rocked Uji momentarily, his body tensing appropriately to absorb the blow as he was forced back a half step. Feeling the fist still pressed against his face, Uji twisted, pushing back against his opponent's outstretched arm and turning to stare at Turel with a mixture of detached amusement and anger. “Nice trick, but you’re going to have to try harder than that, old man.” Uji moved forward as Turel backed away from him.

“Hey hey, come on Uji, we’re friends right? I’m not judging you for the creepy way you two look at each other.” Uji growled as he listened to Turel speak, drawing closer as the other man backed himself against one of the tables set up throughout the cantina. The remaining patrons had cleared the area surrounding the two, giving them space to resolve their differences. Watching Turel lean back against the table and realizing he had finally cornered the man, Uji reached out, grabbing hold of the other man's shirt and dragging him closer.

“While I might consider you a friend, Turel, you would do well to learn when to keep opinions to yours—” Uji stopped mid-sentence as he saw Turel move. The former Quaestor’s left hand came off the table, the attack telegraphed so badly that Uji barely had to move to avoid it. “Come on, Tur—”

The sound of shattering glass came, accompanied with finding himself on his backside, his vision completely blurred by what remained inside the mostly empty bottle, intense pain coursing through his face. Blinking rapidly to try and clear the alcohol from his eyes, he watched Turel toss aside the broken bottle with a chuckle.

From across the cantina, he heard Morgan give out a celebratory cheer, accompanied by others who began shouting for the two competitors, a certain blue-furred Ryn already beginning to take bets from the assembled crowd.

“Come on, Uji! Sh...Get up! I’sh already bet your next mon… months pay on this!” Satsi shouted from her table.

“If you want another round, I will have to insist on you paying. Might get a little pricey if I have to keep breaking them over your head.”

“Funny, really funny. I think I will have another, and when I’m done with it, I’m going to force it into one of your orifices. Don’t worry, I won’t be as gentle as the others you’re used to.” Uji stood up, smiling as Turel’s features went from surprised to angry at his words.

“Didn’t realize I’d hit you hard enough to make you start talking like your sister, foul mouth and all.”

This time when Turel slung the bottle at him he sidestepped with ease and moved to close the distance between them. Uji pressed the attack, timing his strikes to keep the Jedi off-balance while awaiting an opportunity.

When Turel stumbled, his foot catching a fallen bottle when stepping back, Uji tensed and lunged forward. He amplified his movements to catch Turel’s free hand and the two struggled momentarily as the Jedi attempted to break free. Uji tightened his grip and twisted the other man's arm aside, his free hand snapping out to land squarely on the Jedi’s chest. Uji smirked with satisfaction as he heard the air driven from his opponent’s lungs.

Uji let go and watched as Turel fell backwards, landing roughly. He stood over the Jedi and pointed a finger at him. “And that is the end of this discussion.”

Turning away, Uji met his sister’s eyes and saw the grin on her face as she nudged the woman beside her who seemed to be disappointed. Straightening his jacket, the Aedile began crossing the cantina to approach the awaiting women

Get up! I need to get up!

Turel blinked as his chest burned and air rushed back into his lungs. He didn’t have any broken ribs as far as he could tell. Shards of broken glass and part of a stool were digging into his backside as he lay there, staring directly upward at a strobing ceiling light. He could feel the cuts from the broken glass start to sting as spilled liquor on the floor found their way into the wounds.

At least the cuts won’t get infected.

The ex-gangster had been in enough bar fights to know this one was far from over. Uji should really have expected that Turel wouldn’t give up easily. Shards of glass cracked and clanked together as the Jedi sat up and slowly rose to his feet. The Galeres Aedile still kept his back turned to Turel as he stood up.

Big mistake.

Turel dusted himself off and quietly mourned the tears in his favorite robe. He turned his attention to his opponent. “Hey! Didn’t Sashar teach you never to turn your back on your opponent?”

The Obelisk still didn’t turn around, instead he turned to address Turel over his left shoulder. “You aren’t my opponent anymore because this fight is over.” He turned to face the two women on the table nonchalantly.

The trap was obvious, nobody was that stupid. Turel was under no illusion about whether or not Uji was expecting an attack; he was. The Aedile keeping his back turned showed a level of confidence that gave the Jedi pause. A smirk shot across the Jedi's face as the beginnings of a plan flashed through his mind. The entire bar seemed to hold their collective breath waiting for something to happen. Turel did not disappoint.

Here goes nothing.

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Uji heard the sounds of footsteps crunching through broken glass approaching him from behind in a calm but deliberate manner. He could feel Turel's presence drawing closer. The Obelisk had expected a more direct attack, but he wouldn't put some kind of sneak attack past his former Quaestor. He made up his mind to strike first and beat Turel to the punch, as it were. As the footsteps drew closer several patrons in the crowd let out audible gasps. Uji just knew Turel had some makeshift weapon in his hand, which only solidified his decision to strike first. The Aedile felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around with all the speed he could muster for a right hook to Turel's jaw. That would end the fight for sure.

What Uji saw when he turned around caused him to freeze mid-punch. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the Prelate's fist hung in mid-air. Before Uji stood the visage of Atyiru, the Shadow Lady herself. His hesitation, confusion, and shock lasted only a matter of seconds before his brain dismissed what his eyes saw as one of Turel's tricks. It was all the time the Jedi needed. Before Uji knew what was going on, ‘Atyiru’ shot a knee directly into the Obelisk's groin with Force-enhanced momentum.

Morgan and Satsi joined the other spectators in wincing in sympathy as Uji doubled over in some of the worst pain of his life. He instinctively curled into a fetal position and cupped his manhood with both hands. It felt like Turel had just forcibly turned him into a eunuch, even if his hands were telling him his man bits were still there.

Uji glanced up to see Turel's ‘Atyiru’ facade standing over him. He heard what was clearly Turel making a mocking impression of Atyiru's voice: "Oh Uji, now you just need to shave that beard and you can be a real girl." The image snapped her fingers and, in the blink of eye, Turel was standing where ‘Atyiru’ had been. The Jedi was laughing at his own taunt.

Smug bastard.

The Obelisk continued to mime protecting his nether regions as he drew on the Force to help him ignore the throbbing pain. Turel continued to gloat, but foolishly remained directly in front of Uji.

Just keep bragging.

The Prelate bided his time for a few seconds until his opponent was in just the right position. As soon as Turel turned toward the spectators for a moment, Uji scissored his legs, catching the Jedi on the calves and shins. Caught completely unaware, the Odanite tumbled to the messy bar floor. Uji was on him as soon as he hit the ground. Turel had just enough time to throw up both arms in a defensive gesture as the Aedile straddled his chest and proceeded to rain down blow after blow aimed at the Jedi's head. The former Quaestor was fast enough to block the strikes, but the amount of power Uji was putting behind them left noticeable bruises.

Time to end this.

Uji brought his head low to the Jedi's chest, facing the left side such that only the top of his head was exposed. Turel continued to struggle to gain enough leverage to break free, but the Aedile was noticeably bigger and stronger. Meanwhile, the Obelisk had managed to pin both his opponent's arms down at the wrist. Uji lifted his head up.

Now I've got him.

"Give up, old man."

Turel smiled and responded with what little breath he could manage with a full grown man on his chest. "Normally Celevon makes me dinner before we do this. You going to nibble my ear too while you're down here?"

Okay, that's it.

"No, but I'm going to do this!" Uji quickly released Turel's arms and leaned in for a cross collar choke, cutting off his opponent's neck circulation with both his forearms forming a scissor. "Time for a nap, Princess." The Jedi struggled in vain for a few moments until his arms went limp as he passed out.

Uji rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily from the fight's exertions. He looked up at the table and saw a topless Satsi jumping up and down in celebration of winning her bet.

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When Turel came to, he was sitting up against a sofa with his hands stun-cuffed behind him. Uji sat beside him, similarly cuffed. The bar was still a wreck and Citadel security officers stood guard at various points around the establishment. Satsi and Morgan were nowhere to be seen.

"Someone called the fuzz, 'eh?"

Uji grunted in response.

Turel looked up at one of the CSEC officers. "Hey, I'd appreciate it if you kept this off the books, I just got off probation and I don't think the Justicar would be too happy if he found out I got arrested in another Clan's territory... again."

The officer looked down at the Jedi without emotion. "Be silent Councilor Sorenn; we're holding you here until the Proconsul arrives by her orders."

Oh frak, oh frak, oh frak.

The two men did not have long to wait as Arcia entered the establishment, an intense look of irritation on her face that would cause a full grown rancor to whimper in fear. Her eyes darted around the room as she took in the full scope of the aftermath. One of the officers approached and handed her a datapad. She read it with what seemed like preternatural speed before dismissing the officer with a gesture. "I see; that will be all."

Don't stare at her cleavage, don't stare at her cleavage.

Arcia kicked an empty bottle aside as she approached the two stun-cuffed men. They both said, "he did it" in unison.

The Arconan Proconsul lifted her hand for the two to be silent. "Save it. I don't care if the disembodied spirit of Ulic Qel-Droma started it, I'm holding you two fully responsible." She glared at Uji first. "This is coming out of your pay," Arcia turned to Turel, "and you can forget about any backpay we owe you." Both men hung their heads like a pair of scolded dogs.

Cortel waved the security officers over to her. "Uncuff them," After Turel and Uji were uncuffed, she continued, "I don't care who you are or what position you hold — Shadesworn, Proconsul, the bloody Grand Master himself. If you ever cause a disturbance in my citadel again, I'll stuff you both into torpedo tubes and launch you into the upper atmosphere where your ashes will rain down on the planet for years." She sighed in exasperation. "Do I make myself clear?" Both men nodded in affirmation.

Arcia turned to leave and noticed Turel and Uji were following her. She stopped abruptly and turned around. "Where do you think you're going? I didn't say you were free to go." Both men stumbled and stammered. "Clean this mess up." She walked off with a satisfied smirk as the two Jedi went to retrieve brooms.

“You know, I’m gonna kill Morgan for this.” Turel sighed.

“Satsi’s getting a lesson in respect as well,” Uji grunted. Turel smirked at first, then giggled, then fell over in full blown laughter.

“What’s so funny, princess?” The Templar mumbled.

“At least be gentle with her.”

Taking a few steps forward, Uji started to smile when he looked up to find Satsi pointing behind him, a smile crossing her crimson lips. The Aedile sighed heavily as he turned around to find his former Quaestor standing up while brushing himself off.

“Turel... it’s over, take your damned sister and be on your way.” His voice had lost any amusement or taunt, the words a promise of threat should they not be followed. Uji watched as the Odanite stretched for a moment before the two men locked eyes.

“You, Aedile seem to forget who you worked for up until a few days ago. Atyiru has given me and any of my guests access to the Citadel as envoys of Clan Odan-Urr so long as we come in peace. I have a feeling she will understand me breaking that rule. This time,” Turel dusted his coat off as he spoke, patting further down until in a flash his hand slid into his jacket. The .48 Enforcer appearing in an instant, the first shot sounded like a cannon inside the enclosed Cantina.

The shot was aimed low to avoid any possibility of it hitting anyone else, the bullet struck Uji’s thigh pain flaring through his entire leg. Unable to hold his weight Uji hit the ground kneeling. “Son of… damn that hurts,” the Templar thought to himself as he focused for a moment, the Force blocking the pain and slowing the bleeding.

“I'm a hairsbreadth from riddlin' you with holes, Uji.” The hammer of the .48 Enforcer cocked back as he finished speaking. Uji growled as he held pressure over the wound, feeling the wound closing too slowly - he knew it would take too long to heal.

“Not doing a great job of sticking to that Jedi code, are you Turel? No matter how many times you try to turn to the light, you’ve still got that Arconan pride, don't you?” Uji watched Turel’s eyes, the Jedi lowered the barrel for a moment as if considering. The entire Cantina seemed to have been holding their breathe since the first shot. The sound of the speakers still thrummed throughout the bar, largely ignored as the patrons made sure they stayed out of Turel’s firing line.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right Uji. Pride can be a real bitch at times, funny part? Being a member of Arcona taught me that pride can build you into something great, or lead you to your downfall. Now stand down or I’m gonna put you in medical for the next few weeks.” The .48 snapped back into place, the barrel aimed straight at him. A moment's fear rolled through the Aedile before his nerves calmed, his body becoming completely still.

Every muscle tensed at once as Uji lunged forward - he sensed the shot before the bullet left the barrel, the deafening crack of the gun echoed again. This time Uji was ready, the Force surrounding him, the bullet striking the barrier the bullet shattered. Uji reached out towards Turel as the second shot cracked the barrier his concentration lost, the third round exited the chamber sinking into Uji’s shoulder.

Uji felt his momentum suddenly shift, the force of the bullet struck as he came down on his injured leg. He felt it give way as he landed at the Jedi’s feet

“Oh drek, I didn’t mean for that to happen. What were you thinking, lunging at me like that?” Uji could barely hear the words over the blood rushing in his ears. In a detached sense, he watched as Turel holstered the pistol. He heard running feet as people started to rush in after things had gotten out of hand.

Uji chuckled for a moment before he coughed, blood covering his lips as the breath in his lungs rattled. “I didn’t think you had it in you Turel... “ Uji fell forward, Turel caught him helping to hold him upright.

“Damn it! Someone call for a medical team!”

Uji blocked out the sounds around him, taking a single deep breath he reached out to the Force to block out the pain and nausea. Rising as he let out that last breath within him into a shout, pressing up on his good leg, his fist connected with Turel’s jaw taking the former Quaestor off his feet leaving him sprawled on the table in front of him. Uji stood for a moment, wavering in place.

“Gotta say I agree, pride can be a real bitch” Uji smiled before passing out.