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.

Mactire walked along the gangplank, of the mining factory. Workers in hazmat suits, moved around quickly, and silently. They didn’t want to intrude on any potential buyers of Mustafarian Ore. As the workers kept scurrying about, the Mystic slowly made his way down the plank, watching as droids harvested lava and rock in pails, and then quickly brought that to a processing plant attached to the facility.

Every once in awhile you would hear a faint pop as a droid got caught in a small pocket of erupting lava. Other droids moved quickly towards that area to get anything they could from that section. The Mystics guess was because the droids were probably made out of the same ore, or it helped improve items that were made, from this planet. He had always wanted a lightsaber hilt made from the minerals of this place, but the cost was normally to high, but maybe it was worth it.

As he kept walking slowly inspecting the facility, a faint shadow caught his eye at the other end slowly walking towards him.

As the figure got closer, Mactire, started to see whom it was.

The figure was dressed in the official uniform of a Chief Inquisitor, they had a few weapon on them. One looked like a Sith sword, another was a lightsaber, and the third was, to the Mystic, looked like just a regular staff. The eyes were brown, his greasy brown hair was drenched in sweat. Mactire knew the Anzat at once it was Savant Darkblade.

The Mystic had heard a rumor that he was searching for him, for a rematch for quite sometime. Though the Savant wanted to draw it out, Mactire wanted to try to avoid it if at all possible until he sharpened his still a little more.

When Darkblade came to within a few feet of Mactire he smiled lightly, as though he had just gotten his wish.

“Greetings Mactire, how goes it on this nice hot day?” the Savant said with a Kryats smile, as his mandibles moved around lightly.

“Oh greetings sir. Hmm what brings me here? Don’t know just thought I’d explore, get a new weapon, you know keep busy. Though I should admit….” Mactire lept back startled as Darkblade lunged towards him drawing his sword, cutting right across his chest, only missing by a few millimeters.

“Come Mystic, time for you to become my new “soup”. Been waiting on this for months.” the Savant said whilst licking his lips hungrily

Mactire drew his quarterstaff and gripped it lightly. Darkblade charged towards him, this time swinging the blade straight down, as if trying to split the Mystic in twine. The Shadow blocked with his staff, pushing the Seeker back slightly.

As the Savant stumbled, the Mystic took the opportunity for a counter strike. Swinging his quarterstaff towards, the Seekers left leg, he was blocked by the sword. But that was the Mystics plan, for when the metal of both objects clanged together, Mactire reached with his right hand. He took hold of Darkblade's left mandible and pulled hard, causing the Anzat to scream in pain, as he pulled away.

“I’ve learned a few new things over the course of my trainings. Shall we continue?” Mactire said with a mix of confidence and cockiness.

“Let’s do so,” the Anzat replied as he briefly moved his left hand to rub at the proboscis that Mactire had yanked on. Dropping his sword on the ground from his right hand, the Dark Jedi reached into his robes and procured his lightsaber. The hilt felt far more familiar to him and calmed his mind, giving him an anchor to focus on.

I never learned to actually fight with the bloody sword, he thought to himself as Darkblade ignited his lightsaber, the white blade springing to life before him. He placed his left hand under his right hand, gripping his weapon with both hands, as he placed his right foot behind him and turned sideways as he positioned himself towards Mactire. Finally, raising his lightsaber above his head with the hilt parallel to the ground he put himself in a defensive position and awaited the move of the former Battle Team Leader.

Mactire realized the time for play was over. Grinning slightly, the Mystic dropped his staff and reached for his own lightsaber as the sound of the staff hitting the ground reverberated around them. The curved hilt of the lightsaber came into view which Mactire gripped firmly as he took an offensive stance with his lightsaber raised above his head, ready to sweep downwards at a moment's notice. Igniting it, the blue blade hissed to life above him and cast him with a slight glow.

The two Sadowans looked at each other, and exploded into action. Mactire charged the Anzat and brought down his blade with a wild look in his eyes. Darkblade stood firm as he parried the blow, shuffling across the floor as he kept his eyes locked on the former Sapphire Squadron leader. Blow upon chaotic blow rained down on the Anzat, but none found their mark.

Whilst the attacks from Mactire were fast and ferocious, Darkblade had no trouble staying on the defensive and blocking the attacks with patience. As the fight drew on, Mactire seemed to get frustrated as he was unable to penetrate the bulwark defense of the Anzat before him. He began to feel the exhaustion as he put more effort into trying to land a blow on Darkblade, realizing that he had tired himself out with the explosive use of his lightsaber style and techniques.

Their skill in lightsaber combat seemed to be equal, neither one gaining the upper hand over the other or seemingly stronger than their opponent. The only thing that came forward was the Anzat’s ability to move more fluidly, whereas the Mystic was slightly more sluggish in his movements. Darkblade also noted that Mactire seemed to be showing signs of tiring out, his blows seemingly less powerful than before.

As if on cue, both combatants disengaged from each other and Darkblade threw out his left hand and shot out a bolt of electrical rage. Instinctively, Mactire copied the gesture and was spared from being hit by a bolt of electricity as it raced across the distance between them, safely dissipating in the palm of the Mystic, though he had to take a step back in order to not be knocked off his feet at the unexpected assault.

Grunting angrily, Darkblade moved on the offensive, realizing that he had the upper hand in movement and decided to use that against the Grey Jedi. Focusing on the Force, Darkblade enveloped himself in it, making himself a giant void in the endless waves of the Force, disturbing any other Force users in the vicinity around the Anzat.

Mactire felt the struggle to connect with the Force immediately and feared what would come next from the Quaestor.