When the First Order beset on Takodana, Maz Kanata’s castle took the brunt of the assault. Located on the shore of a lake that was owned by the pirate Maz Kanata, it served as a haven for travelers, smugglers and other unsavory characters. Sensor grids and advanced communication gear secured the castle from unannounced attacks, giving its owner and visitors enough notice to flee the scene.

The area around it is rumored to have been the battleground for the Jedi and Sith, being of strategic value for those willing to seek control over Takodana, and is littered with ancient ruins that resemble the structure of the castle itself. Inside, the castle’s gray exterior vanishes into shades of brown, the color of sandstone. Tables and chairs fill the cluttered spaces where travelers could share tales or pursue their own controversial interests. Unfiltered smoke permeates the air, clogging the senses with a sweet odor. Various criminal groups have at some time or another sought shelter in the castle, their passage evidenced by the many-colored banners outside bearing their insignia.

Now, the castle remains uninhabited. Several of its towers have crumbled under the First Order’s assault. Stonework pillars have toppled over, scorched from turbolasers and blaster fire. Other segments lie in ruin, still too new for the forest to have reclaimed the land around the castle.

As his boots crunch underfoot, thick smoke swirling about his form, J'akked Eilifsson took in the broken battlements of the once great Castle through the visor of his father's Arc Trooper armor. His left hand reached out to caress the buttstock of his modified .48 Enforcer pistol at a sound in the distance, only for a grin to spread across his lips beneath the Helmet as he spotted the Mandalorian armor and amethyst glow within the sockets of the rounded visor.

"Oya!" He called out in Mando'a and saw the glowing purple orbs turn his way. By instinct alone, honed for decades serving from decades as a soldier of the Onderonian Special Forces, the son of Eilif (Survivor) leapt aside, ducked and rolled back to his feet, only to see three blaster bolts impact where he had been standing only moments before. "Oi! Rude, mir'osik," the Field Medic swore back at the Mandalorian, drawing both the Ryyk and Sapphire blades in either hand.

This time, there was no audible response, though the glowing eyes tilted to the side. Through the thick, sickeningly sweet smoke of burning foodstuffs, the Loyalist's on-board microphone amplified the shink of a cold blade sliding against leather.

Abruptly, the eyes of his opponent vanished, making J'akked swear more quietly under his breath, listening intently for any sounds that would give the Mandalorian's position away. Worse, a Mandalorian Hunter, based on the stylized Vornskyr horns that his UI provided as the scan revealed the blackened armor that seemed to blend with its surroundings.