Lieutenant Eliwufe'en'omfo (Core Name: Eeno) vs. Combat Master Vincent Brujah

Lava is mined as a precious natural resource on this volatile and volcanic world. The opposing gravitational forces of the twin gas giants closest to Mustafar tear apart the planet’s surface to reveal the mineral-rich lava flows underneath. Once serving as the capital world for the Confederacy of Independent Systems, remnants of their past influence still linger. Massive mining facilities—originally constructed by the Techno Union—are still maintained by the native Mustafarians, an egocentric people who would like nothing more than to squeeze minerals for the purposes of trade and commerce from their volcanic planet.

Other than in the pursuit of business interests, few arrive on Mustafar save for those needing to incinerate evidence in its vast expanses of magma. What little curiosity is given to the volcanic planet is thwarted by a natural scanning interference caused by intense geological activity. Pirates, smugglers, criminals and scum all value this world’s ability to dump bodies, tracked cargo shipments and other unwanted articles—the singular reason for the Black Sun’s interest in the Outer Rim world.

Droids, machines and conveyor belts create the workings of an efficient system to extract the minerals and have it prepared for refinement and transportation. Lacking a suitable surface, metal walkways are shielded against the heat to allow workers passage throughout the facilities. Even with the worst of the heat being shielded against, Mustafar’s temperature remains less than comfortable to most species lacking exoskeletons.

Beyond the blistering heat of the volcanic world, Mustafar served as the battlefield for the fabled final duel between Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.

Eeno, with his R3 astromech Nemo behind him, walked along the metal path of a mustafarian mining facility. Even with the shielding the extreme heat seemed to bake the chiss inside his armor. He was told before coming here to wear something over all of his body to keep the heat from hurting him should the shielding in an area be malfunctioning. He was close to his destination now, some patio where he will meet a merchant about getting some part. Why did he let Arnid talk him into this? ‘People will cheat a Jedi less than me’ he had said. The buyer is probably some smuggler too. A merson power coupling or whatever is not worth this heat Eeno thought consciously against his flurry of thought. He can see the meeting place now. The merchant, a trandoshan, was not the only person there. A humanoid in black armor covering their entire body stood in stark contrast to the brown and orange of the surrounding area. As Eeno got closer it started to look like the two were arguing. Once he was around ten yards away the black armored person flicked his wrist taking a small curved cylinder from his belt into his hand and with a snap-hiss audible from this distance ignited a lightsaber. The lightsaber glowed red-white as the armored man swung it across the trandoshan’s neck. The armored man then pulled a small metallic object, probably the power coupling, from the dead man’s body and pushed the body off the ledge. Without even fully realizing it Eeno had taken his lightsabers and dropped into a combat stance. His right foot he put forward, left back and sideways with his right lightsaber pointed out and the other angled to cover his body. With two successive snap-hisses his lightsabers ignited to finish the pose.

The Sith was just about to deactivate Hellfire when he heard the snap-hiss next to him.

”Great. First this idiot Trandoshan tries to pawn his second rate wares on me, now this.” the Combat Master thought to himself.

Vincent Brujah made regular trips to Mustafar. He felt closer to the Dark Side here than just about anywhere else in the Galaxy. At times he would swear he could feel the very presence of Lord Vader himself. This hell of a planet felt like a second home to the Hand of the Empress. He always left more focused and with his resolve strengthened. Well… until today.

All he wanted to do was come here and bask in the Dark Side energy, but he had been interrupted. Now, it would seem he was being threatened. That wouldn’t do. No, not at all.

Beneath his helmet, the Sith closed his eyes and focused, reaching outward with his senses to get a read on the man in Clone Trooper armor standing before him. He could feel his connection to the Light Side of the Force. His ambition. Strangely, he didn’t feel fear.

”We can change that…” Brujah thought.

Brujah turned to his opponent, raising his crackling red lightsaber in an aggressive Maskashi stance. Then a second saber came flying into his left hand. It screamed to life, displaying its fiery orange blade. Vincent focused on instilling a deep, tormenting sense of dread within the trooper.

“It seems you’ve taken a wrong turn, little Jedi.” a deep, modulated voice stated. “Fortunately for you, I am feeling generous today. I can only assume that you had business here. That business is lying dead on the ground now. Walk away, or join your friend.”

While considering the offer Eeno felt a small alarm in his from his danger sense telling him the offer was a trap.

“Go get the ship,” he said quietly to his droid then turned towards the sith before him, “I can feel that you will attack me either way.” He moved more fully into Vapaad’s stance, “We do not need to do this.”

The black armored sith, probably using the force, jumped up to Eeno swinging his lightsaber as he landed. The swing was blocked and the duel began. The two both using very aggressive forms fought Eeno being forced into being defensive which he was not used to. Eeno blocked most blows within centimeters of hitting but some came through disintegrating part of his armor and his flesh. While not deep the wounds hurt immensely.

Nemo rolled along the walkway swiveling his head between watching the battle and where he was going. The fight did not look good. As the droid rolled along he saw another droid carrying a bowl full of magma. He called out to the droid in binary a string of beeps and chirps that translated to, “[The flesh being in the black metal behind me is here to destroy your station! Go get help!]”

The droid responded in its own string of binary, “[I cannot do or help violence against living beings.]”

Nemo responded, “[It is not a living being can’t you see its metal skin?]”

The droid, apparently not having a good logic processor, believed Nemo and began moving towards the fight.

Eeno blocked three more strikes then nearly missed another which burned from the middle of his chest out to his shoulder. Again just a surface wound but again it came with immense pain. He finally got an opening to attack and took it, placing his left lightsaber in a defensive position while his right hit the helmet of his opponent. It didn’t even leave a mark as it bounced off and left him open to get another scrape this time across his arm. While preparing himself to defend until his now inevitable death he felt something new from his danger sense from his left.

Apparently his opponent felt the same thing because at the same time they both jumped apart as a bucket of magma was poured across the walkway. Eeno began to run seeing his E-wing coming to get him. He had survived.

Vincent smirked beneath his helmet as he noticed what must have been waves of fear washing over the young Jedi. To the Combat Master, it felt as though the man’s emotional state went from one of curiosity and obligation to a state of crippling anxiety. However, the young man still stood as tall as he could in front of Brujah, his sabers raised, ready to take on the Sith even through the fear. Vincent could almost respect his tenacity. Almost.

“So, this is where you choose to die? After I have been so kind as to give you the opportunity to walk away? For what? A useless Trandoshan grifter? Some kind of useless moral superiority complex?” the Sith hissed.

A sickening modulated laugh exited the helmet of the Hand of the Empress. He didn’t even really want to fight the man. Not here. Not now. All he wanted was his time to relax and strengthen himself, but this young man didn’t seem to want to let that happen.

Just then the Combat Master heard the whirs and beeps of an R3-series Astromech droid approaching from behind the Jedi. For the first time since he had ignited his lightsabers, the Jedi took his eyes off Vincent, only for a second to look back at his droid.

“Stay back, Nemo!” the Jedi said.

The droid stopped where it was. Roughly 10 meters behind its master. It let out a low whir that sounded thick with a sense of worry.

Vincent scanned the immediate area with his eyes, looking for something that he could use to his advantage. His eyes turned upward and he saw several large boulders made of cooled and hardened lava on a hillside just behind the Jedi. Vincent smiled a despicable smile.

It seemed as though the Elder had finally grown tired of threatening the man in hopes that he would leave. The man had courage, even through fear. One day, he would make a great adversary, but today was not that day. The Sith raised his right arm, deactivating Hellfire at the same time. Eeno’s body went rigid and then lifted off the ground, yet he still clung tightly to his lightsabers. Vincent approached slowly, and spoke in a low tone, almost like a growl.

“Allow me to fill you in on a secret. I hate the Jedi. All of them. I hate their smug attitudes. I hate their holier than thou approach to everything in life. I hate their lack of foresight and their nonexistent sense of self preservation.”

Vincent grew closer and closer to the man until he was nearly touching him.

“You may be willing to die here for this worthless junk peddler out of some warped sense of obligation. I’ll tell you this much… I do enjoy ending every Jedi life that I can, but… I sense something in you. Something tells me that some day, you might just be a fight that is worth my time. Sadly, that day has not yet arrived. Allow me to leave you with some motivation for the next time we meet.”

With that the Sith reached back and then flung the floating body of Eeno backwards. The Jedi landed hard on the rough ground about 15 meters behind his droid. The young man heard a rumble and looked up just in time to see a group of large boulders roll themselves down the landscape above them and land directly on his R3 Astromech droid with a dreadful crunch.

The rocks kept falling, stacking on top of Nemo until they completely blocked the path back to Vincent. The Sith thought that he heard the sounds of panicked screams on the other side of the rocks, but he didn’t care. The Jedi wouldn’t reach him again today. With a sigh, the Hand of the Empress turned and began walking back towards his preferred spot to sit and meditate. As he walked away, he spoke two final words.

“Karking Jedi…”