The ocean world of Ahch-To looks to be nothing but blue seas from the distance of space. Dotting the oceans, however, are chains of rocky island that jut upwards to form shallow, sloping mountain ranges with small, flattened plateaus. Rich green trees and other small flora grow along the sedimentary stone, untouched by anything more than small avian creatures looking for a place to nest. Carved into the stones of the various islands are sets of winding, ascending and man-made pathways.

The crisp, clean air that wisps off the ocean helps maintain a fairly mild temperature during the day, with a healthy chill at sunset. Storms have been reported to flare up from time to time, leaving only the highest points of the islands safe from a rising tide. Porgs litter the islands, the oceans teem with a wide variety of fish, and large, docile Thala-sirens loiter on the rocky shores.

Although better known as the legendary home of the Jedi Order, a species of small-statured amphibious natives live simple lives as caretakers of the Jedi ruins. The ruins themselves are primarily small collections of stone huts, although numerous hidden caves dot the islands. Some contain evidence of previous habitation; many more house strong Force auras with mysterious effects on sentient beings, particularly Force-sensitives.

Brotherhood investigators believe that Ahch-To may still be home to a number of relics hidden away by the ancient Jedi Order. Recently they have uncovered the location of what they believe to be a large cache of artifacts, hidden in a cave on one of Ahch-To's remote islands. This information is a closely guarded secret, and you have been handed the task of uncovering and retrieving these relics. Other members of the Brotherhood, however, have also learned of the artifacts location. Another agent has been sent to follow you and retrieve the artifacts for their own purposes.

Ahch-To, Plateau Trail

Dusk

The tide licked at the cliffs below, sending gusts of salt-heavy air across the island. Evening had begun to settle, coating the sky in ash-blue shadows. Porgs darted between crags, their calls distant and uneasy.

H’Grah stood tall atop a rise, his dark fur slick with mist, his breath steady. A storm churned somewhere offshore - and in the Force, another storm loomed far closer.

He had followed a vision here. A cave, half-swallowed by the sea. Jedi relics - old, forgotten, and echoing pain. They called not with hunger, but with warning.

He wasn't the only one who heard it. From the far path, the sound of heavy metal footsteps shattered the peace.

Clank… clank… clank…

The Wookiee’s brow lowered as a black silhouette crested the ridge. Broad shoulders. Thick armor plating. Red optics glowing faintly behind a battle-worn faceplate.

A B-2 series super battle droid. Pre-Clone Wars model. Reinforced.

It came to a halt a dozen meters from him and raised both arms.

“HOSTILE JEDI TARGET IDENTIFIED,” the droid boomed. “ENGAGING.”

H’Grah didn’t flinch. He simply unclipped his saberstaff and ignited both blades — emerald light hissing to life.

Then he charged.

The droid fired first — a flurry of blaster bolts screamed toward him. H’Grah dipped and twisted between them, letting two scorch his robe as he closed the distance with unnatural speed for his size. The Wookiee’s roar split the air as he leapt, body curling midair before slamming down on the droid with the weight of a falling landspeeder.

Ken staggered.

The green blade of the saberstaff swept upward in a brutal arc, carving deep into the droid’s chestplate. Sparks exploded, servos screamed. Ken retaliated, one massive arm swinging to backhand the Jedi across the trail. The impact sent H’Grah skidding across the wet grass, dirt tearing underfoot — but he rose instantly, blood trickling from his lip, fire in his eyes.

The Wookiee let out a deep growl. No droid would guard relics. Someone had sent it.

As if in answer, a slow clap echoed from the trail behind the droid. From the trees emerged a tall Zabrak in tattered robes. Pale vitiligo patches ran across his orange skin. He wore no helmet — just a self-satisfied smirk and a relaxed stance that said “I’ve already won.”

Itzo Maelemi.

The Zabrak gave a mock salute. “Meet Ken. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s great with introductions.”

H’Grah didn’t reply. Wookiees couldn’t speak Basic, but the contempt in his silence was loud enough. He squared up again, saber spinning once in his grip before settling into a low, aggressive guard.

Ken lunged forward, one fist smashing down like a sledgehammer. H’Grah sidestepped, dragging his saber across the droid’s knee joint as it passed - servos snapped, and the leg locked. The next strike from H’Grah’s saberstaff shattered the droid’s arm clean off in a spray of metal.

Still, it kept fighting.

“Try not to break him too much,” Itzo called from the rear. “He’s expensive.” H’Grah roared again - not in rage, but resolve - and drove both blades into Ken’s torso. The droid twitched, locking up as its core overloaded in a blinding flash. When it fell, it hit the ground like a collapsed turret.

Only now did Itzo’s saber hiss to life — a single amber blade, held low and loose at his side.

He stepped forward at last, his expression now focused.

“That was the easy part, Wook."

The Wookie Jedi charged forward, past the still sparking frame of the damaged droid, twin emerald blades casting their glow onto the rapidly darkening rocks. Itzo watched with narrowed yellow eyes, the relaxed smirk slowly sliding off his face as the focus of combat took over. He was still mildly annoyed the Jedi had bested his bodyguard, but he wasn’t going to show it. Still, the credits he’d get for this relic would be more than enough to fix up Ken - even upgrade him - with plenty left over. The information about its location had been solid, they had just neglected to inform him that a Wookie would also be hunting for it. And that Wookie would have a lightsaber.

H’Grah closed the last few meters quicker than Itzo was expecting, and he brought his blade up at the last second to block the blow. The two lightsabers crashed into each other, a shower of sparks raining down. The power of the impact pushed Itzo back on the slick rock. He spun to the left and deflected another heavy blow; the vibrations rattled up his arm painfully. Dodging another strike, this one a horizontal sweeping attack that nearly caught the Zabrak on the back of the head, Itzo channeled the Force into his fist and swung upward. An invisible fist collided with the chin of H’Grah violently, knocking his head backward, but the Wookie stood strong.

Itzo rolled out of the way and hopped to his feet; a flash of lightning briefly illuminated the sky, but the roll of thunder was drowned out by the roar from the Wookie as he continued to press the attack, not letting up.

“Clearly I’ve underestimated you, Wook, but let's not do this.” Itzo implored the Jedi as their blades met again. He was forced to move his lightsaber quickly to counter the heavy, chaotic fighting style of his opponent. H’Grah continued to be unresponsive, the only sounds coming from his mouth were the grunts of combat. Though Itzo was able to keep up with the Wookie in strikes, the power behind each blow meant that the Zabrak was steadily being pushed backward. After a short flurry of attacks, he had to reposition or risk being tossed clean off the cliff, into the murky waters below.

The two blades collided again, illuminating each man’s face in the evening darkness. H’Grah showed no signs of slowing even slightly. Itzo was definitely breathing heavier and he could feel a few tendrils of sweat curling down his cheeks. This fight was starting to get dangerous, he needed to end it quickly. He pushed off the emerald blade and jumped back a few meters.

“Listen, pal, you seem like a nice enough guy. I don’t want to kill you. Why don’t I cut you in this deal? I already got a buyer lined up, I can give you 10% of the final price if we just call it here.” The Zabrak bargained, still keeping his orange lightsaber ignited and in front of him as he spoke. He held his other hand behind his back, small arcs of electricity darting between his fingers. “Whaddaya say?”

H’Grah didn’t respond, but their two minds collided briefly, and the Wookie passed his answer to Itzo. Not with words, but with feeling. No.

“Wrong answer, Wook.” He brought his free hand forward and blue-white lightning strands leapt from his fingers across the battlefield.

The sky split.

Lightning howled from Itzo’s fingers - fierce, jagged, crackling toward him like a dozen electric whips.

But H’Grah planted.

His feet slammed into the cliffside, knees wide, stance grounded. The Force surged through him, down through soaked stone and into the bones of the mountain.

Iron Pillar.

The lightning struck - and broke itself on him. Sparks seared into fur, smoke curled from his armor, but he stood like a temple carved from the storm itself. The saber in his hand hissed as it absorbed the worst, but still his muscles locked in place, refusing to flinch.

His breath came slow. Controlled. Focused.

Then his eyes narrowed.

Itzo’s mind was noisy - calculating, annoyed, trying to find his next angle. That’s where H’Grah slipped in.

Not like a whisper. Like a heartbeat.

Stay away. You don’t have to die for this.

The message echoed - not in words, but in feeling. Heavy. Simple. True.

Itzo flinched - not outwardly, but in thought. But then his jaw clenched, and the lightning redoubled.

So be it.

H’Grah’s foot slammed the ground with a crack, launching debris into the air. A broken droid limb twisted through the Force and smashed into Itzo’s shoulder, disrupting his aim.

The Wookiee advanced - not with elegance, but like an avalanche. Saber down in one hand, claws flexed at his side, a growl rising from deep in his chest.

Their blades collided - green and orange, light and fury. H’Grah pressed in with sheer weight, forcing Itzo back toward the cliff’s edge.

Then, chaos.

A sudden squawk rang out.

A porg-soaked, furious, and very much not part of this fight - hurled itself at Itzo’s boot. Another followed, biting at his ankle, wings flapping uselessly as they shrieked in outrage. Perhaps the lightning disturbed their nest, or perhaps the Force was simply on H’Grah’s side today.

“Are you kidding me?” Itzo barked, trying to kick them off without breaking his blade-lock.

H’Grah didn’t hesitate.

He roared, forced all his weight into the clash, and snapped the lock wide - his saber flashing down in a sweeping arc meant to carve a scar across Itzo’s chest, or drive him back entirely.

The Zabrak had one second to react - and two angry porgs in the way.

Their minds brushed again - this time with no words.

Last chance.

The evening battlefield was bathed in a bright white-blue light as the bolts of Force lightning ripped through the air, crackling echoing off the cliffside stones around them. Itzo didn’t like this part, the pain, the screams, the writhing on the ground. Maybe if this Jedi owed him money, or tried to rob him, but not for this. For that reason he was almost relieved to see a majority of the electricity was being deflected by the Wookie’s lightsaber. Almost. But even with the defense, thin strands of the lightning branched off the blade and danced along his upper torso.

H’Grah grimaced from the persistent shocks, each connection point sizzling beneath his fur, but he held resolute and stable. After a moment the bolts of electricity abruptly ended, and in the fading light, the Wookie saw his opponent leap forward with clearly enhanced speed. He spun his emerald saberstaff forward, ready to clash blades with the Zabrak, but instead felt a heavy telekinetic haymaker slam into the side of his head, dazing him for a beat. Izo seized his opportunity, swiping quickly with his own blade, and caught the Jedi across the chest in a horizontal slash.

The Wookie roared in pain and anger, bringing his lightsaber down on top of the Zabrak with renewed might. Itzo followed the blows carefully, willingly sliding back and conceding space on the battlefield to lessen the impact of the strikes. The blows were chaotic and hard to predict, but the glow of the saber was easy to track in the evening darkness. He was beginning to get swept up in the art of the duel. Itzo had trained his whole life for these moments, a life or death battle decided by the blade. If the Jedi wanted to die for this relic, he would oblige.

Approaching the edge of the cliff, the Zabrak spun to the left and rolled back toward the center of the rocky platform. He was a little slower to his feet than he would have liked. The Wookie was costing him a lot of energy, and other than the slash across his chest, seemed nearly unphased by the fight so far. H’Grah immediately pushed ahead, not letting up for a second. He could see his opponent weakening, and giving him any respite was a mistake that could be fatal.

Itzo waited for the Jedi to close on him before unleashing another blast of lightning, forcing the Wookie to raise his saberstaff high and deflect the bolts. In that moment of distraction, the Zabrak lunged forward and brought his own lightsaber up into H’Grah, driving the amber blade halfway into the Wookie’s chest cavity. He roared and instinctually slammed a hammer fist down on the top of Itzo's skull with a crack. The Zabrak staggered back and shook his head, feeling hot blood flowing out of his mouth and down his chin. H’Grah looked down at the hilt protruding from his chest with a mix of shock and anger, himself stepping back a few feet.

Itzo swung one more time, channeling his remaining strength into one final blow, and drove his lightsaber the rest of the way into the Jedi’s chest with a telekinetic slam. The Wookie coughed a spurt of blood before dropping to his knees, then his back. Other than the crashing of waves against the cliffs, silence. The Zabrak stood quietly for a few minutes, watching his opponent for any signs of movement, before finally walking over and retrieving his hilt.

“Sorry, pal. Wasn’t your day I guess.” He sighed, shook his head, and then moved over to Ken, who was far from operational, though he had ceased sparking. “I’m gonna have to come pick you up, buddy. I’ll be back.”