Arena Fight

Khan stepped into the arena amongst the cheers of the crowd. The ground was littered with mutilated bodies and a strong-looking Vollick stood in front of him.

"Give it up for our next challenger!! Will he stop the three-win streak of his opponent and move on to the next round, or become another corpse on the ground!!" A voice was projected through a series of tubes built in the walls to amplify sounds.

The crowd cheered, expecting another bloodbath to take place.

Khan looked up, the arena was nothing more than a large pit in the ground. Rows of audience seating cascading down surrounded the arena and the scorching light shone from above.

"This planet is really a hell hole."

His opponent charged the moment he looked up, but he didn't care. His head turned towards the upper area of the pit. There he saw a VIP box of sorts.

Inside sat a muscular Vollick, even from the arena floor he could see his bulging form. Unlike the others, he was equipped with metal armor. His ten guards held blaster rifles instead of primitive weapons.

"Die, outsider!!!" The opponent arrived in front of Khan. He heaved his claymore up high and swung it down with all his power, intending to chop Khan in two.

Khan's eyes glanced at the brute of a man through his mask. He felt it was an insult to draw his lightsaber versus such a weak opponent.

He simply turned to the side and the blade passed right in front of him. The heavy blade sank into the stone ground and sent rubble flying.

Khan sidestepped and twisted his waist all at once, his fist swung around and hit the man directly in the stomach. The impact was so great it lifted the man off his feet.

"Ughhh." He grunted in pain and lost grip of his sword.

Khan wasn't finished with him yet, his other hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head. With a mighty pull, he brought his head down and lifted his knee.

A loud crunch rang through the arena. Blood splattered as durasteel met bone. The power of his knee rocked the Vollick's head backward, a fountain of blood shot out of his crushed nose like a faucet.

As the Vollick fell backward, Khan grabbed his throat with his right hand and pressed him down. His body was bent like a bow as Khan held him in place.

Everything happened so fast, from the swing of the sword to Khan holding his neck. Only a moment seemed to pass. The crowd finally erupted in cheers when the actions clicked in their heads.

"Don't blame me for being cruel, blame yourself for being weak." Red energy began transferring from the man's neck and absorbed into Khan's hand.

Using Force Drain, he sucked the very lifeforce out of the man's body. He watched with shining eyes, feeling the midi-chlorians fade when the man died and his body turned into a husk.

He released his grasp and the body fell to the ground. An abundance of power coursed through his veins, ready to erupt.

"We have our winner!!!!!! Let's see how long he can keep up his winning streak. Will we see someone challenge the champion today?!?" The crowd went wild when they heard the announcement.

The opposite door opened and his next opponent emerged. To his surprise, it wasn't a Vollick but a pale Zabrak.

"Is he a descendant of those who crashed on this planet? Or someone who came deliberately?" He looked at the new species with interest. He'd love nothing more than to take him back to the ship and dissect him.

The Zabrak held twin swords and rushed forward like a madman. Khan could see the craze in his eyes.

He swung his swords like a wild animal and made it easy for him to dodge. When he saw nothing special in the man, he grabbed the claymore stuck in the ground and spun.

The blade swung around like a cyclone and cleaved right through the man's spine. Both halves of his body fell to the ground and the crowd erupted. They rose from their seats and cheered like primitive beasts.

Crik Rikil looked at Khan easily cutting down the fourth fighter and frowned. "Where is that dam Yemitus Clan?!? This offworlder is strong, we can't let him get away now that he's walked right into our arena."

"Warlord, why don't we just attack him ourselves? Why do we need the help of those weak Rattataki?" One of his bodyguards couldn't help but question.

"Fool! What do you know?!? Their ships can rain fire and wipe us all out. More people are more assured. Are the people he brought still in the holding cell?"

"Sir, they're watching his match through the bars in the gate. All the other contestants are dead tho."

Crik waved his hand. "You still haven't answered! Where is the dam Rattataki!!"

"They should be here soon." As he spoke, Khan killed the sixth contestant.

"Soon?!? He'll be fighting Garo soon!!" Just when the man's rage was at its peak, the door to the room opened.

Three Rattataki walked inside. Two of them, a male and female, were wearing ceremonial red robes. With their pale skin, facial tattoos, and bald heads they had the feeling of cult leaders.

The other was a female wearing tight fighting black leather armor. The neckline plunged deep enough to show her seductive cleavage. Anyone who knew Rattataki culture knew she wore it to show off the runic markings running along her collarbone.

The markings on her face weren't as prominent as some Rattataki, but her most striking feature were her golden yellow eyes; The mark of the dark side.

"Still as brash as ever Crik." The female in the red robes spoke first. Her eyes turned to Khan in the arena. "Magnificent armor, it will make a fine collection."

"Haa! Dream! The armor is mine!"

The male in red robes smiled when he heard that. "Ok, then we get the traveler's craft."

Crik's body trembled when he realized he'd been tricked. Just as he was about to order his men to attack, he saw the woman in black out of the corner of his eyes.

"But any weapons onboard are mine!"

"Deal." The two Rattataki of clan Yemitus spoke in unison before turning to leave. "We have the pit surrounded, get you champion and men ready."

The corners of Khan's lips rose as he killed his tenth opponent. He could feel something was going to happen but he wasn't sure what it was. "I hope it's something exciting."

"He did it!! He defeated ten in a row!! Are you ready for the champion challenge?!?!? Give it up for!!!!! Garo!!!!"

The crowd seemed to explode into a tsunami of cheers. As they did, cloaked figures were making their way through the crowd.

The opposite gate opened again. Along with a Vollick westing full heavy armor were at least forty other people. Some held blaster pistols and some rifles, but they all held advanced weaponry.

"Oh? Did you bring all these for me?"

Just as his voice fell, Rattataki men and women wearing cloaks jumped from the audience. At least sixty people armed with blasters.

"Give it up outsider, we have you surrounded. I just got word your ship was found and our people are making a move on it now." Crik walked down the row of audience seating with the Yemitus Rattataki.

The female held out her hand towards Khan. "You don't have to die here, you're an excellent fighter. You can become our warrior and help us annex the other clans."

Khan didn't listen to them at all, his eyes were focused on the Rattataki in black leather next to them. "Hmm I can sense the dark side from her, it seems this trip wasn't worthless. I really need to find a way to sense someone's force sensitivity though. Some people don't even know their force-sensitive"

He mumbled to himself, because he wore a helmet no one else could hear him.

"It seems you've chosen death." When they didn't hear him respond, they gave the order to attack.

All one hundred soldiers aimed their guns, but before they could fire, Khan used all the life energy he absorbed and thrust his hand towards the ground.

A wave of force destroyed the ground and a cloud of dust filled the entire pit.

"Fire!!!" Someone yelled and everyone started shooting where Khan was.

The crowd screamed as the blaster fire went off. Unknown if it was due to the excitement or fear.

A red blade ignited in the dust and cut through its first victim. The blade cut through his armor and body without resistance, cauterizing the wound as it passed.

Khan moved like a whirlwind as his blade spun around him. Every swing reaped a life before they even had time to scream.

When they saw his red blade they turned their guns to fire. Khan jumped into the air a lept over their blaster fire. Landing in another group he continued taking lives.

Just as he was about to cut down another gunner, he suddenly leaned back. A silver knife passed over his head with a glint. He could have used his lightsaber, but he knew his test subject was here.

His free hand reached out and the Rattataki woman paused. She felt a force constricting around her neck like a giant invisible hand had grabbed hold. Her body lifted into the air and her struggle became more intense.

Khan waved his hand and threw her into the pit walls. Her body collided hard against the wall and slid down. With her out of the way, Khan continued his killing.

When the smoke faded, over two-thirds of the men were already on the ground. Khan stood next to a pile of dead bodies with his saber pointed towards the ground.

"Sith!!! He's a Sith!!!" The leaders of the Yemitus Rattataki clan screamed in horror when they saw his red lightsaber.

Crik looked confused as the Rattataki next to him stepped back in fear.

Just when they wanted to speak, a white blade cut through the arena door and Belia walked out. Behind her were the droids covered in blaster burns and arcs of electricity from the damage. A trail of bodies filled the room all the way back to the hall leading inside. 

"It seems like you were right again, Khan."