Unlike the Gungan’s submerged capital below Naboo, Jan-gwa rests partially underwater; the majority of the city remaining above the water’s surface. A waterfall runs along the cliffs behind Jan-gwa, creating a veil of mist around the base of the city’s rounded platforms. Nocturnally illuminated, domed structures encompass the center of each platform and are home to Jan-gwa’s Gungan inhabitants. Some of the these structures extend below the water’s surface, creating an anchor that keeps Jan-gwa from floating with the currents and provides shelter to hundreds of Gungans.

Etched into the cliff walls are several faces of unknown origin. Resembling a humanoid with unembellished features, these carvings are not reminiscent of the city’s Gungan inhabitants—perhaps an indication that some other civilization might have resided near the floating city.

The city of Jan-gwa lay partially submerged, its domed structures illuminated against the night sky, casting an otherworldly glow on the water's surface. Nora Olen, the Zeltron Sith, moved with a feline grace as she stepped onto one of the rounded platforms. Her Equite Brotherhood Robes, adorned with intricate Sith insignias, flowed around her like a dark waterfall, matching the ebon hue of her attire. The mist from the cascading waterfall veiled the surroundings, adding an air of mystique to the already enigmatic city.

Beside her, Alaris Jinn di Plagia emerged from the shadows, his dark Jedi robes billowing like a tempest as he approached. The contrast between Nora's vibrant, mulberry skin and Alaris's royal blue Twi'lek complexion created an intriguing dynamic, a visual representation of the duality within the Dark Side.

"Alaris," Nora acknowledged with a regal nod, her emerald green eyes locking onto his with an intensity that spoke of shared experiences. There was a history between them, a connection forged through the trials of training and the shared pursuit of power within the Dark Side.

Alaris inclined his head in response, the twi'lek tendrils, or lekku, trailing behind him. "Nora," he said, his voice a deep resonance carrying the weight of countless battles and dark revelations. The faces etched into the cliff walls seemed to watch them, silent witnesses to the reunion of Master and former apprentice, their carved expressions weathered by time.

Their mission, however, demanded their unwavering focus. A figure emerged from the shadows, a sinister presence with an air of malevolence that seemed to ripple through the Force. He wore dark, hooded robes that concealed his features, the fabric absorbing the ambient light like a void. An aura of darkness surrounded him, leaving a palpable trail of foreboding in his wake.

Nora ignited her lightsaber, the crimson blade humming to life, casting a ruddy glow on her striking features. Alaris, too, unveiled his Elder Lightsaber, its violet hue reflecting off his deep blue skin. The two Sith stood side by side, a formidable force ready to face whatever awaited them in the shadows of Jan-gwa.

The hooded figure spoke, his voice a sibilant whisper laced with an ominous tone. "Alaris Jinn di Plagia and Nora Olen, united once again. How poetic. But you cannot escape the fate that awaits you."

Nora's expression remained stoic, her empathic senses reaching out to gauge the intentions of their adversary. Beside her, Alaris exuded a quiet confidence, his resolve unshaken by the veiled threat.

The mist thickened around them as the hooded figure advanced, his movements shrouded in darkness. Nora and Alaris moved in unison, a seamless dance of lightsabers clashing against the inky void, their every movement echoing through the enigmatic city of Jan-gwa.