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In 2291, in an attempt to control violence among deep space miners
the New Earth Government legalized no-holds-bared fighting.

Liandri Mining Corporation, working with the NEG,
established a series of leagues and bloody public exhibitions.

The fight's popularity grew with their brutality.
Soon, Liandri discovered that the public matches were their most profitable enterprise.

The professional league was formed;
a cabal of the most violent and skilled warriors in known space,
selected to fight in a Grand Tournament.

Now it is 2341, 50 years have passed since founding of DeathMatch.
Profits from the Tournament number in the hundreds of billions.

You have been selected to fight in the professional league
by the Liandri Rules Board. Your strength and brutality are legendary.

The time has come to prove you are the best-
to crush your enemies-
to win the Tournament.

What I remember about the rise of the Empire is... is how quiet it was. During the waning hours of the Clone Wars, the 501st Legion was discreetly transferred back to Coruscant. It was a silent trip. We all knew what was about to happen, what we were about to do. Did we have any doubts? Any private, traitorous thoughts? Perhaps, but no one said a word. Not on the flight to Coruscant, not when Order 66 came down, and not when we marched into the Jedi Temple. Not a word.