You step out onto the training field and squint momentarily as the sunlight hits your face. When your eyes adjust, you look around you and see the trappings common to military campuses - stout buildings with fluttering flags, a paved parade square, and heavily armed battlements. The training field itself is meticulously maintained grass that could easily act as a landing field for dozens of fighters and transports. The horizon is clear of all but trees and the ominous weapons turrets that ring the walls.

The cadets of the Taldryan Military Institute see you, tensing to attention as they notice your battle armour. They are hurriedly ordered off the field by their officers and rush into the safety of the closest buildings. You see the guards in the battlements re-direct their attention from the exterior of the campus to you, but they know not to interfere in the affairs of Jedi.

Without the bustle of the cadets and the barked orders of their officers, the air grows still and even the sounds of animals quiets. You walk to the center of the training field and wait for your opponent

The stillness was eerie as the Trandoshan Warlord impatiently waited for something, for someone, on all too familiar grounds. His eyes were red with rage and his reptilian legs carried him further out onto the field, his power and mass observed and admired by the Cadet's who desperately tried finding a decent viewport.

But then, the silence was broken as a sharp howl pierced ears and a tiny creature, red in coloration, seemingly appeared out of nowhere and scurried up the leviathan's left leg. Quejo snarled with affection as his loyal follower found a home on his left pauldron.

"Easy Ssoh.. The Scorekeeper will be pleased with this one." The Trandoshan hissed, bringing the claw of his right forefinger up to scratch beneath his chin as slit pupils traced the path of a descending Shuttle.

Rushing air washed over the unmoved Sith vessel standing in the field, his black cape trapped in the Shuttle's wake as the hatch opened and out stepped Decimo Inferni. No slouch and well known throughout the Clan, the Commander of the Harbingers had an uncharacteristically serious face as he remained in the Shuttle, observing.

Scaled lips curled back to reveal razor sharp teeth as the Trandoshan Aedile formed a sneer, his clawed right hand quickly reaching out, alligned with the body of his Clanmate. The tendrils of the Force licked at the armored wrist of Decimo, tightening as the Warlord commanded with a clenched fist. The tiny creature, Ssoh, screeched in anticipation as the reptile tugged, wrenching the arm of his prey.

Inferni roared with anger as he tried to fight it, his head sent crashing into the ground as he was ripped from the Shuttle.

"This one has no time to wait for your fear to subside young one!" Quejo roared, calling his vertebral Lightsaber to the callous embrace which rendered the Obelisk temporarily 'inoperable'. "Stand. Fight.."

The Knight began to stir, shaking away the dizziness as he pushed himself up on all fours.

"Come Human, I know your species is weak but this is pathetic."

A sanguine beam of light burst free from the curved hilt of the Aedile as he pointed the tip to the ground, it's dull moan pleasing to his ears. "I know what you're up to puny Knight. Your blasters will not help you." The Sith thought to himself, looking on as he watched Decimo slowly reach for his weapons.

Decimo, with new found anger and energy, burst to life and made his Revolvers sing as he fired off a series of shots. However, in unison, the Trandoshan intricately rotated his blade, disintigrating one of the bolts and thanking the Scorekeeper that the other two only tore through the cloth portions of his Armor.

"Raawwwr!!!" Quejo growled, releasing a warcry as he bound forward, the Force continuously causing the barrels of the Knight's weapons to bounce as he waved his left hand.

Decimo, frustrated with his inability to counter-balance and obviously finding it difficult to fire off well placed shots, holstered one of his Revolvers and drew his Lightsaber, bringing the blade to life with little effort.

Quejo met this challenge with cunning as he closed the gap and spun, his ominous black cloak whipping into the face of Inferni as the Knight ducked away and prepared to parry the Warlord's blade which feinted away. Decimo no longer had anything to block but was forced to scream as the Warlord unsheathed his obsidian blade and with deceit guided it's tip through his wrist.