Master Kamjin "Maverick" Lap'lamiz vs. Boss Itzo Maelemi

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.

Itzo strolled along the ruins of Achh-To. His ever present companion, 'Ken' the decades old B2 Super Battle Droid, easily kept pace with the Zabrak. "Why are we here again? I thought we had given up the life of crime." Itzo stared up at Ken and chuckled.

"This isn't crime. It's...more like archaeology."

"Archaeology without a permit is stealing. We could be better than this."

"We could...and...we could get paid and help people with the credits."

"I'm fairly certain that's not how you plan on utilizing the funds you receive from this transaction."

Ken stopped. The whirling of his gears as his arm revealed his blaster cannons drew Itzo's attention. Before them, a man was cloaked in black. His face hidden by a neck gaiter and hood. Itzo put a reassuring hand on Ken's arm. "Greetings! We were sight seeing on this island. Perhaps you know where we could get a better view?"

"I don't think he's going to buy that story." Ken's vocal modular softly intoned to Itzo.

Itzo keep a smile on his face and whispered back. "Your blasters are going to ruin it more than my story."

The figure ignited a blood red lightsaber. It crackled as the sea spray crested the peeks of the island.

"Oh, that is not good." Itzo patted Ken on the blaster arm and broke into a run up the cliff of the island. If Ken had the ability to experience pure joy he would have as he began blasting at the hooded figure. The figure barely moved as his blade deflected the blaster bolts harmlessly into the damp soil.

Ken, who had studied his predecessors failures against Force users, sent a missile flying with his other arm as he began sprinting towards the most likely location the figure would move towards. As the missile exploded the Force user leapt in the air, his blade wooshed as its master spiraled through the air. Ken was there was the figure's feet landed and he slammed his fists into the being's chest.

Up the side of the hill Itzo heard the clang of metal on metal as he continued his ascent. Ken cocked his upper body in puzzlement. The figure's cloak moved as he skidded backwards revealing a suit of armor beneath the cloak. Ken lunged forward, grabbing the man and slammed him into one of the rough stone huts that littered the island. The being's hood flew back as the hut crumbled. Ken went to slam him against it again and the being kicked him hard in the torso.

Ken staggered under the force of the kick and released the man. Impressively the man had held onto his lightsaber. His eyes raged yellow-red now that his hood had been removed. The mess of graying brown hair already matted to his head. Ken took several steps back as he began firing rapidly at the man. It was impressive, even to the battle droid, that the man was able to deflect the blasts even at such close range. Somewhere in his memory banks he knew that not all Force users could accomplish such a feat.

Ken felt the pressure before he saw the man's hand shoot out. He planted his metallic feet but miscalculated how sturdy the muddy ground was. He skidded and flew back into another hut. "Master, you better be running." Ken's jointed ground as he tried to extract himself as he watched the figure walk off towards his master.