17 Years before the Battle of Endor...

The Cauldron – Rattatak

In the lower seating-tiers of the arena, the world was nothing but dust and sweat. Hundreds of spectators crowded into tightly packed rows, barely a breath of space between them. They were close enough to the action that they could almost reach out and touch it – though the same could be said in return, making a front-row seat more perilous than most. 'Glace' sat some ten rows back from the wall which separated spectators from combatants, his cloak already thick with dirt and his brow showing a fine sheen of perspiration. The heat was almost overwhelming, but the ruddy burnish on his cheeks was from something more. Soon, another gladiatorial bout would begin and the mob would rise to hysteria again, their anger as much a free-for-all as the battles below, each lathered howl for blood stirring that bristling power inside of the young man who called himself Sith...