You stand on the Sith World of Krayiss II, a harsh, brutal land of deserts and mountainous terrain. During the battle for control of the planet, one of the deserts received a name from the Dark Jedi who fought there: the Desolation... and it was named with good reason. You've heard the stories about the desert. Heard about the sand traps, the pitfalls, and the quick sands that are scattered throughout the Desolation. Jagged, obsidian formations—hidden by the natural black sands—are a health hazard for those who do not mind their step.

Darkness sweeps across the desert leaving the hazards nearly invisible. The black of night causes the temperature to plummet and the bone-shattering cold sweeping over the barren sands saps you of your stamina. But the hostile environment is not your only concern. Somewhere in the middle of the darkness, in the vast emptiness of the desert, your opponent lies in wait. You begin to move slowly across the black sands, narrowly avoiding a fall into a dark abyss, and force yourself to continue. Nothing is going to stop you. And by either nature or blade, another victim is going to succumb to the Desolation.

Meleu's natural survival instincts kicked in as a dark blanket fell over Krayiss II. The glacial air began to drained his energy and his muscles started to shiver. His hypothalamus reacted quickly, ensuring his vital organs would not fail before reaching his opponent, whoever that turned out to be. The Warrior had been tracking the weak Force trail for several hours, certain an easy kill would be on the cards.

"Frakk!" Meleu exclaimed, his right foot had pierced the sand beneath him and although he couldn't see it, he felt his surroundings begin to give way. In an instant, his lightsaber was drawn and ignited, illuminating the chasm he was about to fall into. Gravity seized control of the Juggernaut's body. Before he could fall to his death however, the Sith propelled himself upwards with a burst of telekinetic Force energy, grasping the top obsidian-laden walls that he was contained within with his free hand. His armed hand dangled beneath him, attempting to brighten the area below, but the depth of the dark below him fought against the bright of his blade.

"Darkness prevails," he muttered under his shortened breath, the Force energies that he had used to survive the fall had been borrowed from those ensuring his survival against the brutal climate his body was fighting against. With that, his ability to sense the Force had weakened too, and among the midst of it all, he was unable to notice the arrival of another Force-sensitive.

Hues of red and orange danced and fought against one another above Meleu. He moved his gaze from the abyss to investigate above. This gaze was met by those of ugly green tendrils - tendrils owned by nothing other than a Nautolan. The eyes of the humanoid reflected the colour of his spinning sabers.

"I'm not one to fight fair." The Nautolan spoke for the first time, his unneeded and unwanted dialogue however tipped off Meleu to both his intent and the fact that the voice he heard belonged to that of legendary scoundrel Raiju Kang. As one of the sabers of the amphibian moved towards the lone hand of Meleu, having already recognised the threat, Meleu had darted upwards and over the sweeping arc of the orange blade. The missed attempt gave Meleu the time he needed to establish and prepare himself for the upcoming duel, a duel that would result in the death of at least one of the combatants.