Unlike the Gungan’s submerged capital below Naboo, Jan-gwa rests partially underwater; the majority of the city remaining 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.

Night had fallen on the surface, cloaking Jan-gwa City in deepening shadows. Hevan sat along a long table anchored to the spherical establishment's glass, his view filled with gentle streams of bubbles forming from the glowing orbs that composed the bottom side of the city. The liquor in his cup tasted vile but it got the job done. Nestled deep in his cloak, the human sneered as the attendant refilled his cup for the umpteenth time. Hevan's credit was good, having paid upfront for enough drink to kill a rancor.

A hush fell over the room. Hevan perked up, annoyed at the sudden change. Turning himself slowly on the stool, he searched blearily for the reason. Even through the swimming vision of drunkenness, it was obvious. A black armoured Inquisitor stood in the middle of the room.

A red faceplate swept the room. Locking onto Hevan, the figure took efficient strides towards him.

"Hevan Slavis. You received assignment seven standard rotations prior. Why have you not acknowledged?" The voice buzzed subtly through the filtration unit. Hevan blinked to clear his head enough to see the markings on the armour. Twin insignia of Plagieus and of a Magistrate swam into view.

"Go eat sand, Titius. I am busy." Hevan had heard Titius was to be feared and imagined someone more...anything. Turning back towards the view, he ignored the man.

Titius reached forward and delicately tipped Hevan's cup over. The green fluid flowed over the table onto his lap. The rebel spun to confront Titius in time to feel a fully loaded autosyringe hammer into his thigh. The syringe clicked as the world stabilized. All the past days of drink faded out as a cool feeling spread from his thigh.

"There! You're sober. Get your comm and answer your messages," Titius tossed the used syringe across the floor and strode out.

Hevan seethed!

Hevan sprang up, drawing his duskblade in one fluid motion. A gungan tried to stop him from doing what he was about to do, and got a blade to the chest for his efforts. Hevan strode out, grabbing a bottle as he left, downing it in one go and throwing it into the wall. He chased Titius, knowing it was a bad idea but, for Hevan, he had been insulted and he would not let that go unchallenged.

"Titius! I'm sorry for how I acted, come here at lets grab a drink!" Hevan lied out his teeth, gripping his blade tighter. Titius had disappeared. Hevan paced around the corridors and rooms, unchallenged save for a few, now dead gungans. As Hevan was about to turn around and head back to the bar, he noticed a stack of boxes fall in one of the gungan's tribubble bongo bays. Chuckling, he approached, twisting his blade in his hand.

He stood over the largest box, completely silent before ramming his blade through the wooden panels, expecting the dull resistance of a person, but instead his blade impacted against the floor. He ripped his blade out, now infuriated that he had been deceived, wheeling around and stabbing each box methodically. As he finished the last one, he heard a beep, metallic clank and rolling sound.

Hevan didn't turn, he knew that sound well enough. He jumped into the water, swimming down as a dull yellow flash lit up the room above. Debris sank around him as he swam back up, not nothing short of livid.

He broke the surface, looking around. Water poured through broken windows and the floor where he was now was a gaping hole into the ocean. Part of the submarine had broken, held in place only by cables and twisted metal. As Hevan swam to a ladder, the shadow of Titius walked in front of him. Hevan, unaware at first, made to get up before feeling the barrel of a rifle against his forehead.

"This doesn't look like answering messages."

"How is this for an answer?!" Hevan snapped his blade at the barrel as he leapt out of the water. Titius dropped back from pool edge. His barrel screamed as the blade rode over its surface. Smoothly rotating the weapon, the mercenary returned Hevan's push. The blade skipped over banding to lodge beneath the scope of the Relby, scoring the mounting rail like it was wooden. The two combatants tossed their weapons in unison with frustrated grunts.

"Not so tough without your little toy are you, Titius." A stiletto snapped to Hevan's hand. Drawing himself to a low stance, he rotated around his assailant. "...though you don't understand what you ask for when you disturb a man's drinking session."

"You seek to dull yourself to a cruel world. You're a coward." Titius matched Hevan in stance, pulling his own blade to bear and a canister to his off-hand.

"Cease. Or you leave this place with less limbs than you arrived with." The hard threat gave Hevan pause. Eyes darted to the canister in hand, the unknown effects of which drove a spike of fear into the rebel. Thoughts raced in the seconds it took to regain himself. Will I be fast enough?

Titius saw the hesitation and grinned behind his helmet. He feinted a throw and watched the responding twitch. Trying again, he moved underhand but Hevan had broken free. The rebel charged, sliding under Titius' arm. A flailing hand caught the canister from the loose grip and...

A small ring plinked across the floor, a metal pin falling from a finger as Titius dove away. Hevan looked at his hand to see the canister expand with a dull whir then a pop. The world rotated violently as the canister drew Hevan into a ball around it. Loose detritus slid over the floor to form a shell of refuse over Hevan as fear set in. Despite all his strength, he could not move.

He struggled more in vain. He relaxed, not wasting his energy. "You do know what happens when this comes off right?"

Titius laughed at Hevan's threat. Hevan simply waited, knowing that he would eventually be released. He knew struggling would only add to his injuries, as the debris, even now, grew tighter around him. He could feel some bones were starting to be under pressure and crack, pain slowly building.

Then, it stopped, the debris falling off of him and releasing him from his cage. He sprung, with more speed than Titius was expecting, stabbing his stiletto deep into Titius' thigh, in between armour panels. Hevan wrenched the blade out, spattering blood while his other hand wrenched his opponents helmet off. Titius was still reeling from the stab to the leg, barely responding to Hevan as he slammed his knee into Titius' stomach. Titius pulled out his own blade, attempting to ram Hevan with it, resulting in Hevan stabbing Titius' forearm, then ramming Titius' blade into his shoulder.

Hevan was vicious, like a cornered animal, throwing punches, kicks, knees and his blade into Titius. He ignored the pain from his cracked bones, he hit Titius again and again, his fists bleeding and raw. Hevan cared not, pain was secondary to his anger. Hevan noticed that Titius had a vambrace, and that it was currently inside his body, but he simply didn't care. Titius had a broken nose, several deep stab wounds, various teeth missing and a lot of blood outside his body. Hevan was worse off, a deep stab wound just above his kidney, several broken ribs, a concussion, and a great many injuries that he did not have the expertise to name.

Hevan began to slow, adrenaline wearing off and the pain starting to take more control. He knew he did not have long until he collapsed, driving him to greater violence. The two were wrestling on the ground, more akin to a large ball of fists and knives, uncaring for anything around them. Hevan was kicked back, falling onto a metal spike that went clean through his leg. He barely kept consciousness, Titius shakily standing up and nearly falling over. Hevan practically foamed at the mouth, trying to get up, but the spike had been bent by Hevan's weight. If he wanted to get up, he would have to bend it back, something he did not have the strength to do.

Hevan struggled like a trapped animal, trying to reach his weapon, but was kicked in the side by Titius.

"I should kill you here. But, TuQ might kill me if I do that, so you're lucky today. But if you ever try to harm me again, I will without a second thought."

Hevan said nothing, barely awake, only grunting. He could hardly hear Titius, but he made out "evac crew" and "bring medical supplies." His vision swam, darkening as he heard the dull thump of Titius' legs giving way.

Several days later he woke up, the now very familiar sensation of a bacta tank surrounding him. He could see the shape of several of his superiors looking at him with amusement, before they turned and left. One stayed for a moment longer, but before turning held his hand up and gave a hand signal that would make Hevan's mother faint.