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.

To Granta Prackx, Ahch-To sounded more like a sneeze than a planet. As she parked her ship, Polarising Personality, one of of the larger islands, she immediately noticed that the entire place was heavily populated with Porg.

So this is where those damned things are from, the female thought.

Granta had only just recovered from a recent skirmish that had cost her her left hand. Her cybernetic replacement still felt very unusual, but she hoped that the upcoming encounter would allow her to become more used to it.

The Juggernaut’s journey to Ahch-To was not a leisure trip. She’d heard that the Collective was gathering on the planet, likely to intercept any Force users who dared make a pilgrimage to the ancient Jedi temple. Ahch-To itself was not known to many, but the rumour that Luke Skywalker had been hiding there was enough to attract a little interest. Prackx had no time for such rumours, nor was she particularly interested in saving anyone from the Collective, but for one thing; the Collective posed a threat to her beloved Andrelious. If she could eliminate even one of their operatives, the threat to Andrelious would be reduced.

Magik steered his Star Courier towards the surface of Ahch-To. He wasn’t certain that the Collective would be interested in such a remote planet, but orders were orders and he was to make sure that any Collective activity was reported back to the Arconan summit. Spotting Polarising Personality, the male was a little surprised to see what appeared to be a stock ship, albeit painted red.

I thought they insisted on modifying everything. Magik mused, bringing his ship in to land nearby.

Prackx slouched against the hull of her ship, but as the Star Courier came into land, she soon realised that she could sense a Force user aboard. As the ramp descended and a dark skinned male Human made his way onto the surface, she felt the unmistakably cold sensation of a fellow dark side user.

“You’re not Collective,” Magik stated, although the female’s cybernetic hand gave him pause.

“And neither are you,” Prackx replied simply. “I’ll assume you heard they were here too?”

The Arconan nodded. “Perhaps we should wait for a while and see if anyone else turns up?”

“Nah. I’m chalking this one down to faulty intel. You can stay if you like, but I’m going to follow up some other leads,” Granta declared.

“I’m going to have to report that I met you. Are you going to tell me your name?” Magik responded. Prackx simply shook her head.

“I’m going to have to insist,” the male snapped, drawing his lightsaber from its clip.

Underneath her jet black helmet, Granta Prackx grimaced. “I don’t take well to people who insist on things!” she roared, her own lightsaber almost flying into her hand. She charged at the younger Human, who had just enough time to lift his blade into a defensive position. The Juggernaut’s attack was powerful, causing Magik to stumble backwards in spite of his near perfect parry.

“Make sure you get all of this in that report!” Prackx taunted, swinging her weapon back, ready to hit the Arconan with everything she had.

"Ahh, Ahch To," Magik stepped out of his Star Courier as he enjoyed traveling on Arconan missions. The air was thick as he took some deep breaths. The Ancient Islands were truly mysterious. The waves struck the back of the Islands as they came crashing in.

Warlord Grant Prackx had already landed as she stood waiting for something. Magik approached her carefully. They exchanged words as she did not take well to Magik's demands. Maybe expecting someone else she seemed surprised at the Dark Side Warriors appearance. As he unclipped the lightsaber from his belt, the Warlord immediately responded.

Granta Prackx retaliated as she charged at the Warrior with her lightsaber drawn. The attack was precisely deflected as he was prepared for her swiftness. Her Imperial Purge Trooper Armor his her figure well. As there meeting was unsuspected, nevertheless the were both here for a greater cause. Misinformation had led them both here to the Ancient Islands.

Warlord Granta Prackx continued to assault the Arconan with lightsaber attacks. One by one Magik deflected each swing of her lightsaber as he was well trained in his primary lightsaber form. Her left hand was a cybernetic replacement as she held her lightsaber in her right hand. Who knows how she lost her other hand, under the circumstances he was unsure. Although she did make good use of her new cybernetic hand.

As they fought each other, Magik led her to the top of the Island up the winding staircase of stone steps. He defended himself well as she followed in his direction. She was well prepared as her strikes were stronger and stronger with each swing of her lightsaber.

The top of the Island was a flat area overlooking the ocean and other Islands. Granta Prackx had followed him carefully to the top. Magik wanted to end the quarrel as soon as possible. Their meeting was unsuspected, but the outcome would provide insight to their meeting. Their intel had brought them here for the same reason.

Magik was unrelentless as he they made their way to the top of the Island. Deflecting her strikes and opening up her weaknesses. He knew she would be tired by this point as the made it to flat ground on the top of the Island.

Prackx was becoming very angry with her opponent. When she had seen his age she had been hoping for a quick and easy resolution, but Magik’s defence was far more stubborn than she had been expecting. The Arconan also seemed to be trying to move out of reach of the Juggernaut’s lightsaber, but Granta stayed as close as she could; she had Magik exactly where she wanted him.

Shadows grew longer and longer as the two suns started to disappear over the horizon, but neither Sith seemed interested in anything but the fight as day gave way to night. The cool evening air wasn’t enough to hide the fact that Magik was starting to feel fatigued.

She just keeps going! the Arconan thought to himself as he felt his arms starting to grow heavier.

Sensing her enemy’s discomfort, Prackx guided the Force through her body, allowing it to lighten her movements. She attacked the tiring Magik with a renewed vigour, her powerful blows now augmented with a dexterity that defied the Juggernaut’s size.

Desperation started to appear in Magik’s movements. He continued to steer his azure blade in an effort to defend against the determined Granta, but the change in speed, combined with Prackx’s seemingly unrelenting strength and sheer expertise with a lightsaber left him second guessing every single attack. The odds seemed firmly against the Arconan, but he wasn’t going to simply roll over and allow Prackx to win.

Magik took a couple of steps back, and as his opponent moved forward, he kicked out at Prackx’s rear leg, hoping to catch her off guard. The female stumbled briefly, allowing the Arcanist a few seconds to put some distance between the two of them. He only had a few moments to try something before Granta would close the gap again, but he’d already decided exactly what he was going to do.

Tapping the projectile launcher on his wrist several times, the younger Sith watched on as Prackx swatted the disks out the air with her lightsaber. The extended distraction gave him enough time to head back to the steps.

Granta spotted the fleeing Arconan and gave chase.

“You’re going nowhere!” she yelled.

Puffing and panting heavily, Magik ignored the female and started making his way downward. He could just about see his ship, but he could already hear Prackx’s boots stomping somewhere behind him.

“Oh. You want to go to your ship? Let me help you!” Granta taunted, extending her right arm outwards. Calling out to the Force once again, she nudged the Arcanist just enough to knock him off balance. Magik tumbled down the stone steps, landing in an uncoordinated heap at the bottom. His ship was only a short walk away, but as he climbed back to his feet, pain radiated from his left foot.

As the Arconan started to limp on what he hoped was only a sprained ankle, Prackx reached the bottom of the steps, still holding her lightsaber.

“No clever words for you. Just your death,” the Juggernaut hissed, putting herself between Magik and his ship. The male activated his own lightsaber again, but fatigue and pain hampered him as he tried his best to move into a defensive stance.

Granta attacked, throwing every ounce of her strength into an almighty slash. The Arcanist raised his blade ready to parry, but the sheer power of the strike knocked his lightsaber aside with apparent ease. Moments later, the crimson blade sliced through Magik’s chest, cutting through bone, tissue and organs as though they were hot butter. The younger Sith was dead even before he hit the ground.

As she headed back to Polarising Personality, Granta Prackx allowed herself a smirk, but one thing was troubling her.

Was this a Collective trap? Or is someone else behind all this? she wondered.

The view was breathtaking as they made their way to the top of the Ancient Islands. Ahch-To was a magnificent sight to see. The Island was surrounded by Ocean on each side. The top of the Island was a flat terrain level as if dedicated to practice. The surface was soft Island dirt, which was easy to walk along. The platform had been leveled for some other purpose, perhaps this very battle. On either side of the platform were jagged cliffs looking straight down into the Ocean.

Climbing up steep steps was not Magik's idea of exercise. Magik had battled the towering woman to the top of Ahch-To. Each painstaking step was felt in her strikes. The gigantic female was taller than Magik, but her physical height indeed hindered her lightsaber attacks. She was just beating herself as Magik deflected and defended all of her strikes. She gracefully led him to the top as she attacked from a lower position. With nowhere to go but up, Magik calmly walked up the steps as she guided him in the right direction.

Granta Pracx continued to assault Magik as he regained his footing along the top surface of the Island. The Warlord was tireless as she made advances upon him with her lightsaber. The battle only continued as the were now on level ground.

"Is that the best you can do, Warlord."

Magik taunted her as he countered her strikes in Niman. She began to get frustrated as her strikes wear getting weaker. Magik could sense her weaknesses as the attacks were now coming at a slower rate. Granta was to tall for her own good. Magik could see the opportunities open up in her efforts, but it was not the right time.

Slowly Magik began advancing on her with accuracy as he was now on the offensive. Granta backpeddled several steps as she was getting weaker. Magik had enough of the games and wanted nothing more than to finish her now. He waited for her to open up again.

As she lunged forward at Magik, he Shadow stepped her attack and sliced the lightsaber out of her hands. Granta's lightsaber dropped several meters from where she was. As she came falling to her knees on the leveled ground. Magik stood in front of her pointing his blade in her face.

"This is over Granta Pracx!"

Magik was disgusted by her behavior. With nothing more to say he took several paces directly at her impaling her straight through with his lightsaber. She fell backwards on her knees as her tall body hit the ground. The blue bladed lightsaber pierced her Imperial Purge Trooper Armor instantly.

Magik took a deep breath as he looked around immersing his senses in the Island. The mission was complete, Warlord Granta Pracx was finished. There would be no reports.