Lightning shatters the sky and strikes the spire atop the cloning complex towering before anyone who steps off their ship and onto the rain-slick landing platform. Kamino, the Planet of Storms, is known for its roiling seas and constant torrential downpour. The fall of the Galactic Empire hit the planet’s primary export of military cloning projects extremely hard, but the Kaminoans remained afloat, both figuratively with contracts to galactic warlords, and literally with the brilliant engineering of their iconic seaborne cities.

The initial landing pad is a wide circle designed to accommodate a variety of ships, and is connected to a series of other platforms as well. Every surface is slick with rain, but avoids flooding due to the sloped edges that allow the water to run off into the sea below and away from the centerpoint.

The cloning facility’s exterior is characterized by similar slopes, and raindrops rapidly transform into steam as they touch against the series of lightning rods around the platform, much like they would if they dripped onto a lightsaber blade.

History tells of the fateful encounter between Obi Wan Kenobi and renowned Bounty Hunter Jango Fett. The doors of the facility are sealed, which means that whatever challenge awaits you, will have to be faced in the heart of the omnipresent rainstorm.

The War might be over but there were still loose ends to tie up The Sentinel Network had heard rumours that the Collective had been looking into bioenhancement technology and that some of their agents had visited Kamino for research purposes. Hyle had volunteered to visit the planet in order if there was any truth to the rumours, or any significance to the facts.

The landing pad was completely deserted. Reaching out with the Force, Hyle was aware of a faint buzzing above the din of the wind, the rain, and the waves. Following the sound, he saw the seeker droid approaching, spider like arms outstretched, although the photoreceptor could no convey any discernable expression, Hyle could tell it was watching him intently, presumable to identify him to the contact he was supposed to be meeting.

A door opened, revealing a tall, broad sillhoutte in what appeared to some kind of uniform. Hyle could sense nothing through the Force, but the whole situation seemed off somehow. Surely any investigation involving Kamino's biotechnology would be conducted with the help of the local authoritie.

"Just one man." The figure asked. A woman. She was tall, taller than Hyle himself, he couldn't see much in the way of detail, but her voice and bearing only added to the impression that this meeting meant trouble. It must be a trap.

"The collective were never here were they? You set this up to draw us out."

"It seems your clan was cleverer than I gave them credit for, I had hoped to deal with a team, or member of the council."

The figure stepped into the wet, windswept gloom. She was not only taller and stockier than Hyle, but she was also older, with a hardbitten face and a cruel smile. She was also wearing an Imperial uniform.

"Sorry to disappoint you." Hyle said, blandly.

"Not at all" She said, with smile "You figured out my plans, ywhich means you are capable of reasoning, but then, I'm not here to reason with anyone."

She made an abrupt gesture. The droid lunged through the air. Hyle drew his pistol and fired off two shots, one of which barely clipped his target. He holstered the blaster and drew one of his electro staves, taking brutal backwing swing at the droid.

The red haired woman simply watched.

Prackx was almost amused at the younger Human’s battle with her droid.

“If you’re having that much trouble with my little droid, I hate to think how hard you’re going to find it when I attack,” she warned, quickly starting to grow bored.

Hyle clumsily swung his electro stave through the air, as though he were almost completely unfamiliar with the weapon.

I’ve had enough of this already. It’s almost hurting me just to watch! Granta thought as she drew her WESTAR-M5.

“I’m not going to be your easy target,” Hyle roared, his focus changing from the droid to its master.

“What could you possibly do to me?” Prackx taunted, the poor weather doing nothing to affect her aim as she fired her blaster. The Odanite desperately twirled his electro stave in the air, successfully blocking the plasma bolt with a move that owed far more to luck than to judgment.

“Come on! You must have a weapon that you actually know how to use! Put that frakking trophy down and give me a decent fight!” the Juggernaut hissed.

Hyle tossed the electro stave away, activating a yellow bladed lightsaber. Prackx followed suit and immediately went on the attack, attempting to smash her way past the male’s defences with a powerful, downward slash. The Odanite raised his blade to defend, but the blow was hard enough to send him staggering backwards.

Granta gave her opponent no time to recover. She was immediately on the attack again, probing the Shadow’s defences with strong, well thought out movements. Hyle did his best to parry, deflect and block, but he was quickly realising that he was a very distant second best.

With desperation starting to grow, Hyle moved his free hand to his belt, knocking his flash grenade to the ground.

There was a blinding flash of light.

Hyle had covered his eyes from the blast, and, taking advantage of his opponents confusion, shoved his opponent sending her reeling through a combination of amplified strength and his own basic telekinetic abilities. unfortunately she didn't lip over the side of the platform, but Hyle did have the time and the space to draw his blaster and loose of a shot while he was still dazed. Even shooting with his off hand, there was no way he could have missed at that range, and he didn't, the shot hit her square on the right shoulder and she went down, not flat on her back, but in an ungainly semi upright sprawl. Holding the pistol in two hands now, he took a shot at the droid, landing a much more direct hit. It went down with a crash it was out of action but probably repairable.

The droid's master was on her feet now. Hyle hosltered his blaster and drew his lightsabre one more. She extended a hand, inner fingers folded against the palm, and almost of its own accord, Hyle's lightsabre whipped round, seemingly of its own accord, to block the lighting bolt his opponent had loosed. He pulled his discarded stave to his right hand. She was seemingly none the worse for wear for her wounded shoulder, strode forward with brutal, two handed, horiontal slash, which Hyle barely blocked with the stave. He countered with an unstready thrust, but she twisted at the last minute, the blow barely grazing her side.

Another swing and Hyle jumped back to dodge, the blade caught in his armoured cloak and scored against his ribs. With some effort, he dulled the pain and faced his opponent. If he could hold off long enough for the local security forces to arrive, then he could slip away in the confusion.

Having spotted Hyle’s movement, Prackx was already moving away when the flash grenade activated, diving to the ground as she covered her eyes. The loud noise emitted by the device kept her from immediately following her opponent, but the experienced soldier soon regained her orientation.

Meanwhile, the Odanite had tried his best to slip away, but found his intended exit had been locked, likely to prevent the fight from extending into the cloning facility itself.

Faced with the approaching Prackx, Hyle realised his options were running out, fast.

“Your clan have sacrificed you. Typical of the Jedi. Too weak to take on a real fight themselves,” Granta snorted.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Sith!” Alihandross snapped, hoping to catch his opponent out with a sudden charge. As he reached Prackx, he ducked down, trying to reach beneath the larger Human’s aim. The Juggernaut simply smirked and stepped aside, easily avoiding the man’s desperate lunge.

Hyle cursed under his breath, but, as he tried to turn to engage his enemy again, skidded on the soaking wet landing platform.

Prackx seized the opportunity. She swung her left arm towards Hyle, commanding the Force to scoop the fallen Odanite and fling him along the surface. Landing with a crunch, Hyle’s face contorted as the pain from the impact shot through his body.

Granta was far from done. She lifted the Shadow again, tossing him hard into a nearby wall.

“You would not normally be worth the trouble of killing,” Prackx hissed, starting to walk away from the beaten Alihandross.

Hyle allowed himself a small sigh of relief. He’d had a very torrid time at the hands of the giant woman.

Suddenly, Granta turned back, facing her opponent once more. Lifting him again, she unceremoniously tossed him off the side of the platform, into the raging ocean far below.

“I said normally. Try not to get too wet,” the ex-soldier quipped coldly, wrapping herself under a cloak as she prepared to leave the planet.