"Why don't we just go inside, beat them up and take get him out of there?" Ahsoka was vexed at Kyle's reasoning behind him voluntarily going inside the warehouse to negotiate Hassan's release.

"First off, we're outnumbered. Second, I can't deflect blaster bolts. Third-"

"You can't deflect blaster bolts?" Ahsoka couldn't believe that. She mastered that at the age of ten.

"Yeah, i do." He admits. "Tera wants me to find my form so I can properly practice deflecting and I can't do it. That's why I'm here in the first place!"

"Alright, calm down." She tells him to state the third reason.

"Third, I have money."

"How much?" She narrows her eyes at him.

"350,000" He states flatly. The amount left her speechless.

"How did you-"

"To put it bluntly, I cheated. Cheated. Cheated. Cheated. And now, all that cheating is about to pay off." He says confidently.

"You really think that's enough to pay off Hassan's debts?" Ahsoka wasn't so sure. She didn't know how much debt one could compile.

"If it isn't, I'll leave the Jedi Order."

(Scene break)

"This isn't enough." A man named "Big Scale" told him point blank, handing Kyle back his money. "What?" Kyle didn't understand, then looks at Hassan silently wondering how deep is the hole did his friend dig himself in.

"Don't get me wrong, this is an impressive haul and under normal circumstances would cover all of our basis. But I'm the chief advisor to Jabba and it costs more than 350,000 to make up for using his personal trade routes without his say so."

"You don't look like a servant of Jabba." Kyle notices how Big Scale isn't the kind of person you'd find hanging at Jabba's palace. Big Scale was tall, strong, and a human too boot.

"Just because I'm not a rat hanging by his belly doesn't mean I can't work for Jabba. Somebody has to crunch the numbers for that slug."

"So what do I have to do to get Hassan out of here?"

"Tell you what, if you help me out with something I'll take the money you offered and I'll make up the difference myself." Big Scale proposed.

"Oh, no, Kyle that's my-" Scale hit Hassan with an electronic shock from the collar hooked around his neck, bringing Kyle memories from his recent mission on Mandalore.

"Quiet you. You're in no position to bargain." Scale hisses. "I've had trouble with this fighter I used to sponsor. He left me for somebody else. He doesn't know loyalty. I want you to teach him a lesson."

"You want me to ambush him?" Kyle asks.

"No. I want you to beat him down in front of everyone." Knowing he doesn't have much of a real option here, Kyle accepts these terms.

(Scene break)

The cage descended and was set in its place. The two combatants are trapped until a winner is made. Kyle saw how diminutive he looked standing next to his opponent. While Kyle stood at a modest five feet, eight inches, his challenger dwarfs him at seven foot, three inches and triples his weight as well. Kyle was a lean 135. The man they call, "The Great Titan" or TGT for short, was 405 pounds and most of it was attributed to muscle.

"You have any words of encouragement?" Kyle asks Ahsoka for a little boost before the bell rings. She's outside of the cage aware the odds weren't in his favor. "Is his neck supposed to bulge like that?" She points to TGT's noticeable blue veins pulsating on his neck and arms.

"No. Probably not." Kyle gulped.

"If you ever need help, I'm right here." It meant a lot to Kyle Ahsoka had her back.

"Same here." He replies, feeling like a fool. Why would she need help? He attributed that to his nerves reaching a fever pitch.

The bell rang, but Kyle's nerves didn't dissipate. Either his feet needed to get moving or standing perfectly still would result in him being destroyed relatively quick. "Go!" Ahsoka encourages him. She then pondered if this was the dumbest thing she's ever been involved in.

TGT stood like a statue in the center of the square, giving Kyle only a blank stare as his greeting. He's vanquished three foes earlier, there was their various colored blood staining his body, not a bruise on him. In effort to shake off the jitters, Kyle jogs around, grabbing a hold of the cage to make sure it's secure. Focusing on anything but the hulking behemoth in front of him.

Kyle summoned them courage to start the match off on the offensive, attempting to overwhelm TGT with a flurry of punches. When Kyle is easily thrown off, he picks himself up and goes right back at TGT. TGT nearly fell to his knees before throwing Kyle off of him again. When the kid tried to pick up eight where he left off, TGT introduced Kyle to his big boot to his face. There's now a ringing in Kyle's ears, a dazed look on his face as he lay on the ground.

Ahsoka grimaced. She's fought somebody of TGT's size before, learning first hand how someone so domineering could despatch of you without breaking a sweat. Kyle didn't look so good. He hasn't moved in about thirty seconds. "Get up!" She calls out to him. Near her, stood Hassan hiding behind his palms unable to watch his friend get massacred. "Can't we help him?" She asks. TGT had already gone to work tossing Kyle from one side of the cage to the next, followed up by a gorilla press slam. TGT goes for the pin, Kyle lifting his shoulder at the count of two.

"To be honest, I'm surprised he's lasted this long."

"It's only been forty-five seconds!" She squealed. This place was becoming unglued and the rabid fans wanting to see another sacrifice be fed to their champion made them louder than normal.

After another force feeding of metal, Kyle was wandering around the cage in clear confusion, his brain in shambles. TGT picks up Kyle for the fireman's carry, eager to put this contest to rest. Thinking fast, Kyle wiggles his legs and lands back on his feet. Capitalizing off TGT's brief moment of perplexity, Kyle pushes the back of his challenger in a last ditch effort to save himself. It worked, TGT's head connected to the steel post, a repaying of the favor from earlier. The crowd huddled around the cage collectively groan at the sight of TGT bleeding from the forehead.

Looking to regain control, TGT clasped Kyle's shoulder and tightens the grip, he falls to his knees. Summoning all of his strength he balled his hand into a fist and punched TGT right square in the solar plexus, the nerves in his stomach collectively coming alive. TGT is quick to recover and throws Kyle into the cage, but he reverses his body and ricochets off of it and lands a crossbody and gets a two-count. Aware momentum was now on his side, Kyle rushing from one side to the cage to get a running start and lands a flying elbow to TGT's throat, he falls to the floor gasping for breath.

At this point, the crowd shifted and couldn't believe they were on the verge of seeing the champion beat. Kyle performs a kick-to-stand and heads to the corner of the cage, deciding now is the time to showboat.

"Oh, no. Kyle don't do that!" Hassan pleads from the outside.

"What?" Ahsoka didn't understand until she saw what Kyle was doing made it look like his foot was asleep and he was trying madly to wake it back up.

"This is his favorite wrestlers finisher, the super kick..." Hassan rolls his eyes. "Kyle! It's all fake!" He warns.

Nonetheless, Kyle goes in the kill. His foot couldn't even reach TGT's throat. TGT effortlessly grabbed his leg and smiled menacingly at him, lifting Kyle up on his shoulders for the powerbomb. But Kyle slips free and grabs TGT's tights and wouldn't let go, sending him tumbling like a tree in the woods down, he manages to hold TGT's wrist down with his legs for the one, two and three. The bell rings, signaling the match is over.

Wasting little time, Kyle rushes out of the now open cage door to celebrate at a safe distance.

Over the PA system a voice ordered for the match to continue, but with a new challenger in place of TGT. "You beat my champion, Scales, but you didn't get a load of my strongest fighter!" The manager snaps his fingers and out comes a PROXY droid equipped with a lightsaber. "Double or nothing, Scales. I win, I get to use Jabba's trade routes for free for ever and I deliver Hassan to him. You win, you get my business." Scales knew he was in the clear, all he needed to do was walk away. But the prospect of owning the most renown fighting ring on Coruscant.

"You're on!" Scales says with the intensity of a rabid dog.

"What?!" Kyle was battered, bruised and pretty sure he sustained a concussion. He wasn't in any mood to get back into the ring.

"I knew this was going to happen." Hassan shakes his head. "Luckily, I took the necessary precautions. "Ahsoka, hand him your lightsaber."

"What? No." She protests. "Besides, he already has his. Where is it?" Hassan reaches behind himself and unclips the weapon from his belt.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about this. Hey, Kyle take this."

Whomever programmed this droid wanted it to emulate the tactics exhibited by a Sith. PROXY was incredibly aggressive, swinging at Kyle without any semblance of a plan.

Tera and Arrington found the establishment and saw Kyle inside the center of the cage. She was beside herself, but also concerned for her Padawan's wellbeing. "How can we stop this fight?" She asks Arrington.

"I'll go find the manager." Arrington had little interest in stopping the fight. He earned a decent amount of money from underground fighting rings. The CPD regulated and taxing the various backroom establishments.

PROXY brought its green blade down for an over the head attack, Kyle rotates his body around and stabs the droid in the chest. Kyle thought the droid was dead. It dropped its weapon, but it kept going. Kyle tried to regain his weapon but it was encased in the droid's chest. Thinking fast, Kyle grabs the droid's weapon and travels to the top of the cage, all of those watching thought he was trying to escape, but he turned around, igniting the weapon that isn't his and came down driving the hotter than fire blade through the droid's head and down the rest of its body. That did it. As an act of showboating, Kyle extracts his lightsaber from PROXY's smoking chest.

(Scene break)

"For someone who's been put on archive duty for a month, you're awfully happy." Ahsoka notes. Kyle is sitting on the steps of the Jedi Temple soaking in the sunrise.

"It isn't all bad." He shrugs. "I think I found my fighting style."

"Oh?" She crosses her arms. "Which is it?"

"Ataru. It's aggressive, effective and fits who I want to be."

"Which is?"

"Brash, daring-"

"Arrogant?"

"Yes!" He laughs. Kyle could use a little arrogance, at least he thinks so. "There was another positive to this whole debacle. Master Grant said I've come a long way in lightsaber combat since we began."