Unlike the Gungan’s submerged capital below Naboo, Jan-gwa rests partially underwater; the majority of the city rests above the water’s surface. A waterfall runs along the cliffs behind Jan-gwa, creating a veil of mist around the base of the city’s rounded platforms. Nocturnally illuminated, domed structures encompass the center of each platform and are home to Jan-gwa’s Gungan inhabitants. Some of the these structures extend below the water’s surface, creating an anchor that keeps Jan-gwa from floating with the currents and provides shelter to hundreds of Gungans.

Etched into the cliff walls are several faces of unknown origin. Resembling a humanoid with unembellished features, these carvings are not reminiscent of the city’s Gungan inhabitants—perhaps an indication that some other civilization might have resided near the floating city.

"Do I get to know your name this time, friend?"

Seth froze.

So much for gettin' the drop... he thought as he turned around, boots sinking a little into the spongy ground. Wasn't right, that. Ground wasn't supposed to sink.

From the dimly-lit fog emerged a figure he had been attempting to track for the last hour. Tendrils of mist curled around her, trailing her limbs and hair like wisps. When she had begun following him, the Human didn't know. Damn Jedi, always with some trick.

He'd lost her on one of the bigger platforms, in a market of floppy-eared folk. Why she was on Naboo or running around in half-drowned cities that didn't have the good sense to hurry up with sinking, he didn't know or care. He was here for her.

"I'd love to know. We are friends and all," the Miraluka was continuing on, her tones soft, kind, like warm cookies. Normally, Seth liked cookies. But hers? Hers were full of lies, whether she'd saved his life or not. "I'm Atyiru. You can call me Atty."

"I know who you are, miss," growled the gunslinger, tipping up the brim of his hat.

"Heard of me from the others, did you?" Though her smile stayed, he felt something barely tickling inside his skull, almost like he had to sneeze, but with his brain. "Seth Danner. It's good to see you again."

"And you," Seth said, keeping his stance relaxed even as he carefully cocked his Reynolds in their holsters. She didn't seem to be expecting anything yet, and was chattier than a monkey lizard, so if he just kept her talking... "So, you manage to fix up that akul?"

"He passed, mournfully. He was a bright, brazen soul." She touched the stones adorning her hair. Seth realized they were polished teeth. "I will carry his memory always."

"You are so strange, lady."

"Thank you."

Another pause. He didn't want a pause. He needed her calm and not waving that laser sword, so he could put lots of bullet holes in her properly.

"Did you find who you was looking for?"

"I did. Did you yours?"

"That I did."

Though he was a practiced liar, Seth couldn't keep the grimace from his face. A'lora had been near dead when he'd found her. She'd spent the last weeks in a bacta tank. Didn't even remember her time on Shili.

But she had known who she had fought there. And Seth now knew who the woman standing across from him was, and who she had been there to find last they'd met. The person was one in the same. Some scumbag named Timeros had tried to kill A'lora, and he was one of Atyiru's people. They were allies, yet she'd undoubtedly sanctioned murder.

He nearly pulled his guns right then, but he resisted. She was stepping closer, and the mist was shifting enough to give him a clear shot.

"Thank the Force," the Arconan chirped. "So, my friend..."

"Not your friend, lady."

"Don't say that! I did apologize for what happened, though I don't regret it."

"You saying you ain't sorry for ruining my hat?" demanded the Human.

The woman laughed softly, and in the mist and quiet it was close when it seemed the sound should have echoed. Instead, it just crawled up in his ears. He shivered.

"Let's be honest, Seth," she said with that same eerie, faint smile. "This was never going to be about your hat."

In one swift motion as practiced to him as breathing, Seth drew both his slugthrowers and squeezed their triggers, spitting bullets at her. A pale blue glow ignited the gloom and spun too fast for his eyes to follow. Then she was there, lightsaber in hand, untouched. The blade crackled in the fog, making her look like a drowned ghost. She wasn't smiling anymore.

The Miraluka surged forward, saber spinning, and Seth dove aside, rolling back to his feet. He sprinted away from the plasma sword, twisting his torso and firing again as he ran. Atyiru only paused briefly as her weapon twirled, disintegrating his bullets. Swearing, Seth fired off again, stumbling over the swaying bridge between one platform and the other with the Jedi close behind him.

He was beginning to think that maybe coming after Atyiru by himself wasn't the best idea, but hell if he'd let that stop him.

Only one of them was getting off this planet today, and it sure wasn't gonna be her.

As he crossed the rickety bridge Seth pulled the dagger from his hip and began to cut away at the vine like ropes holding the bridge together. But it was slow going and the Arconan Consul was already gingerly crossing the swaying walkway. The smuggler began to saw faster, glancing to his left every so often to check on Atty’s progress. The Miraluka was gaining ground and Seth had made almost no progress in cutting through the vine. What is this thing made of? the smuggler thought.

“Kark it,” he muttered to himself.

He pulled his arm back and heaved the blade at the Arconan Consul. It spun through the air, its trajectory taking it straight for Atty’s head. The young Miraluka woman moved her head to the left moments before the blade would have struck, its passing barely ruffling a single platinum hair on her head. Seth was taken aback at the nonchalant manner in which Atty avoided the projectile and began to backpedal away from her.

With hands raised the smuggler asked, “Darlin’ I am genuinely sorry for the situation we find ourselves in. What say I buy you a drink and we try to come to some sorta resolution that don’t leave me dead?” Her mouth curved up into a sinister looking smile, made all the more malevolent by the pale blue light emanating from her lightsaber. “I’ll take that as a no then,” the smuggler said as he turned and ran.

Up ahead the Odanite spotted a stone arch, worn and crumbling, extending over the roadway. As he passed beneath it he pulled his pistols, turned and fired a salvo of slugs. They smashed into the archway tearing chunks of yellow stone out, weakening the already compromised structure. Larger and larger pieces began to drop to the ground until the sound of stone grinding on stone echoed through the thoroughfare. The arch fell, the ground shaking ever so slightly as it hit the road, dust billowing up to obscure Seth’s vision. Danner took off again, deciding not to stick around and see if this slowed the Augur down.

The smuggler had managed to lose sight of the Arconan for now but it was only a matter of time before she turned up like a bad credit again. Looking around Seth found himself in the same market he’d lost Atty in earlier, still crowded with the goofy looking Gungans who called the city home. The Odanite began looking left, right, up and down for somewhere to run but nothing was presenting itself as a viable option. That was when he spotted her, rounding the corner he’d come from moments before, her lightsaber still casting a brilliant blue light across her smiling face.

What is with that creepy smile? Danner thought to himself.

He was trapped but he knew full well that the Miraluka respected life, she would do everything in her power to keep the Gungans in the market safe. He wasn’t so sure that respect extended to him though. Seeing the crowded market Atty deactivated her lightsaber lest she cause a panic and began making her way towards Seth. The Consul was edging ever closer when she sensed a shift in the smuggler’s demeanour. His anxiety and fear had turned to cockiness in an instant and Atyiru knew that could only mean bad things for her.

As if on cue, Danner pulled his pistols from their leather holsters and fired into the sky. The market froze for an instant before the orange skinned amphibians stampeded towards the exits like a herd of frightened nerfs. The slight woman was pushed back by the tide of Gungans, her face slapped repeatedly by set after set of floppy orange ears. Atty pushed back against the tide finally managing to hold her ground as the Gungan horde dissipated. With the market now almost free of Gungans the Augur caught sight of the smuggler, his ever present hat sticking out like a sore thumb, as he climbed a set of stairs and disappeared.

“You can’t hide from me Seth!” she shouted after the fleeing Human. “I’ll find you!”

This match has concluded by way of draw.