Success or Death.
Telti, Abandoned Droid workshop.
The competitors would be transported to the barren moon individually. The crew-members were silent, somber, even a little stand-offish. However, they efficiently lead each contender through their own set of corridors and left them in each their little, dull, waiting room. The doors were sealed, and for some time, all either of you hear is your breath and the ticking of a clock on the southern walls.
Then, a klaxon; blast doors opened into a larger chamber, brightly lit chamber.
The artificial lights flickered and a thick layer of dust lined every surface, giving the large, square chamber a rather musty smell. Decorations were largely nonexistent, the furniture was spartan at best and mostly broken; the walls were of simple, slightly corroded, durasteel. Every nook and corner was lined with boxes, some were crushed, some torn open; others were stacked neatly still. The floor was littered with partially (dis-)assembled droids and the forgotten bones of what poor scuttas had been left during the evacuation.
Outside, the inhospitable surface of the moon waited to swallow up anyone foolish or unfortunate enough to exit the safe confines of the structure.
This was no sacred ground; these competitors had yet to win such honour. No, this was the kill-box where weakness was to be purged.
Welcome to the tournament.
[member="Talis Jzora"] vs. [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

The competitors would be transported to the barren moon individually. The crew-members were silent, somber, even a little stand-offish. However, they efficiently lead each contender through their own set of corridors and left them in each their little, dull, waiting room. The doors were sealed, and for some time, all either of you hear is your breath and the ticking of a clock on the southern walls.
Then, a klaxon; blast doors opened into a larger chamber, brightly lit chamber.
The artificial lights flickered and a thick layer of dust lined every surface, giving the large, square chamber a rather musty smell. Decorations were largely nonexistent, the furniture was spartan at best and mostly broken; the walls were of simple, slightly corroded, durasteel. Every nook and corner was lined with boxes, some were crushed, some torn open; others were stacked neatly still. The floor was littered with partially (dis-)assembled droids and the forgotten bones of what poor scuttas had been left during the evacuation.
Outside, the inhospitable surface of the moon waited to swallow up anyone foolish or unfortunate enough to exit the safe confines of the structure.
This was no sacred ground; these competitors had yet to win such honour. No, this was the kill-box where weakness was to be purged.
Welcome to the tournament.
[member="Talis Jzora"] vs. [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]