Lightning shatters the sky and strikes the spire atop the cloning complex towering before you as you step off your ship and onto the rain-slick landing platform. Kamino, the Planet of Storms, is known for its roiling seas and constant torrential downpour.The fall of the Galactic Empire hit the planet’s primary export of military cloning projects extremely hard, but the Kaminoans remained afloat, both figuratively with contracts to galactic warlords, and literally with the brilliant engineering of their iconic seaborne cities.

The initial landing pad is a wide circle designed to accommodate a variety of ships, and is connected to a series of other platforms as well. Every surface is slick with rain, but avoids flooding due to the sloped edges that allow the water to run off into the sea below and away from the centerpoint.

The cloning facility’s exterior is characterized by similar slopes, and raindrops rapidly transform into steam as they touch against the series of lightning rods around the platform, much like they would if they dripped onto a lightsaber blade. You wonder which is deadlier as you observe the violent arcs of electricity course through the pylons.

History tells of the fateful encounter between Obi Wan Kenobi and renowned Bounty Hunter Jango Fett. The doors of the facility are sealed, which means that whatever challenge awaits you, will have to be faced in the heart of the omnipresent rainstorm. What history will you write?

Alara pulled at her cloak in efforts to keep herself dry. She looked around the scene as the rain poured from the sky, her environment illuminating in hues of blue and purple. She had no idea why she was here. All she knew was that her Master summoned her to arrive at this exact location. The door of a Scholae Palatinae shuttle slid closed behind her. Way off in the distance, amidst the lights of the beams, she could spot a figure. Who could that be? Is he the one I’m supposed to fight? Alara wondered. She tapped the lightsaber on her belt to assure herself. This was her first fight. She second-guessed herself about being ready as she tried to jump from one platform to the other. Fumble-bumble! she yelled in her mind. Being the clutz that she is, Alara managed to slip on some water. Alara quickly used the force to propel herself back up. You’ll do fine, Alara.. just remember your training. Be offensive, be on guard. She straightened her cloak, and held her head high. Successfully stepping across to the next platform, she breathed in the damp air around her. It wasn’t cold as she suspected, but instead was a soothing warm kind of damp. It reminded her of the warm air of her jungle in Onderan. She smiled as the memories came back to her of that wonderful place; the place where she truly embraced herself. She learned how to be alone. Now that she was with the Brotherhood, she recognized she would have to learn to be with others. So far the clan she was in were so kind to her. She quickly got rid of any shyness she may have had, and accepted their friendship. They already helped her grow so much. It was slightly overwhelming to feel such belonging so quickly. Especially since she never experienced that feeling before. She looked ahead, observing the figure waiting for her more closely. It seemed to be a taller, more masculine figure. Though all the members of her clan had strength in some way or another. There was such a variance of combat methods in her clan, she herself learning Teras Kasi. She hoped that it would benefit her in showing the clan her potential. She held her head higher. I can do this, she thought, they will be proud of me. She drew closer to the figure, recognizing it as Delak; a member of her clan.

“Well hello, Delak,” Alara curtsied jokingly, “Fancy seeing you here.”

Delak smirked, “Hello Alara. Are you ready for your trial?”

“As ready as I will ever be,” her hand flicked to her lightsaber. Delak recognized this, and did the same. Alara released the clip from her belt, and stood offensively, her figure slightly shifted forward. She bent her back slightly downward, as if ready to charge, and turned on the emitter of her saber. A quick release of the plasma flashed a bright color of Amber beamed to her left. The raindrops slightly sizzled on the saber’s plasma. Alara watched carefully as Delak made a similar stance.

“You know Teras Kasi as well?” Alara inquired.

“Yes. You’re very observant, Acolyte,” Delak nodded.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Alara charged toward her opponent, saber in the air.

The young Half Human Half Sephi Acolyte charged Delak with good athleticism and speed. Within seconds she was on top of the older Corulagian Prince. She jumped and attacked downward with a sharp lunge of her saber but it was easily sidestepped. She landed on her feet and turned towards her opponent. She went to take her first step as Delak called upon his power in the Force and used it to push the feet out from under the young Acolyte. Her feet flew out from underneath her and she fell to the decking with a loud thud. The Sith Warrior chuckled and then broke into a loud boisterous laugh.

"You must learn to mind your surroundings young one. What has your master been teaching you all of this time? You sacrificed sure footing for a killing blow. Where did that get you? On you butt. Now get back up." Delak said as he turned off his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt and took up in a defensive posture.

Alara stood slowly and reignited her lightsaber with a familiar snap hiss. She looked like a rancor on a feeding frenzy. The rain continued to fall heavier and heavier and the winds picked up in speed swirling around faster and faster. There were water spouts picking up from the ocean everywhere around the city. The storm was hurtling out of control around the two sith. Alara readied herself for battle again. She looked towards Delak and noticed that he had clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt and he was standing there staring her down. She saw his one hand raise slowly, he flipped it over and motioned her to attack him. She felt her rage building like a fire burning hotter and hotter. She ran towards her opponent again keeping her feet on the firm plating of the landing pad this time. She lunged with her saber again and this time Delak ducked left. She attacked again from her shoulders downward and he ducked right. She continued to attack with her saber as he dodged back and forth.

Delak knew he had the upper hand in this fight. This Acolyte was not fully trained in the ways of the force and he was making sport of her. He knew he could end her anytime but this was a learning experience for her. As she went to attack again from a high stance with her saber he quickly used his skills in Teras Kasi and hit the base of her saber hand with his opened palm. Her grip had become loosened by the attack. She tried to readjust the hilt in her hand but Delak attacked again and hit the saber out of her hand completely. He watched the dread in her faced as the saber bounced on the metal ground with a familiar clang clang clang and then it rested in the spot that it had fallen into. The Acolyte didn't have the training in the force to call it back to her hand yet. She ran towards the lightsaber hilt but was stopped abruptly. She turned slowly to see both of Delak's hands in the air outstretched towards her. There was a fierce electricity flowing from the fingers and she could feel it flowing through her body. He stopped for a second and her body slumped to the ground.

Alara lifted herself off the ground and looked her opponent in the eye through her frazzled hair. She spat onto the slippery ground and furrowed her brow. She glared upwards at her opponent harshly, but she quickly changed her emotional disposition. The Acolyte slowly lifted herself from her laying position by using her elbows and knees. She blinked, calmed herself, and pushed the pain from her body. Alara recalled her training against letting her emotions control her. In doing this, she strategized what to do next. “I believe you have underestimated me, Delak.”

“Underestimated you?!” Delak threw his head back in a laugh, “Silly girl, you’re weak and rather sloppy. You’ve been leaving gaping holes for me to attack you from. What are you doing now? Stalling me?” He stepped towards her and flicked on the lightsaber. Its beam spat out inches away from her face. “I have bested you, and it happened rather quickly too. Perhaps you should request a new master. Shadow doesn’t seem to do you much good.”

Alara peered at Delak’s red saber. She stared deeply into the plasma for a split second.

“Clear your mind, and focus, Alara… You must not think of your fears. Focus on the fight,” Shadow’s words echoed in her thoughts.

She nodded to herself, accepting her master’s lesson. She adjusted her position slightly by spinning towards the right, and shoved herself backward with all her might using her hands and feet. She veered towards her fallen lightsaber and grabbed hold of the hilt as she did a somersault. She gracefully caught her balance and landed on her heels. She stroked the floor with her left forefinger while slowing to a stop.

Shadow’s apprentice smirked at Delak’s surprised look. She charged towards him while clicking on her lightsaber with her right hand. Delak mimicked her actions and let out a laugh before thrashing his saber downward. Alara met his saber with hers. She aimed low for his left cybernetic leg with speed and accuracy. He pushed her saber down and away from his leg, before swinging it upward. Alara made a slight veer to the left and dodged the infernal blade zipping past her right arm. She spun around in rapid movement, aiming a slice at the left side of Delak’s back. He twisted around to meet her, pushing her saber away just before they could lock.

The two darted their sabers left and right, always meeting their blades before danger fell upon them. Alara’s mind was focused now as she flicked her lightsaber quickly at her opponent. She parried right in another brisk motion, then aimed for Delak’s left arm. He growled in protest, and blocked her attack savagely. The two continued to match each others’ attack.

Alara noticed that, as the fight waged on, sweat began to mingle with raindrops upon Delak’s forehead. He was biting down hard on his teeth, straining to hold his side of the fight against the relentless Acolyte. She smirked maliciously and willed herself to move faster with the Force. She went in for a big strike,slashing her saber hard downward against his. Delak’s right hand grew weak and began to shake with the weight of Alara’s swing.

However, Alara darted backwards, causing him to miss his next counter. To his surprise, Alara jumped exceedingly high over his head with a mighty push of her calves. She raised herself ever higher in the air until she caught hold of a nearby lightning rod, one of which circled the arena. She grasped the rod, eyed her opponent and turned off her lightsaber. She clipped it back onto her belt in a swift fashion and pushed herself towards another rod.

The storm raged on and a lightning bolt darted towards the rod Alara had just jumped from. The large crack slightly blinded the two fighters. Delak covered his face instinctively, but Alara was in full control of herself. She eyed the surging rod and decided her next move. The Warrior’s insults echoed in her thoughts. She had to prove him wrong. Such insults would not be tolerated by Shadow, why would she tolerate them? Yearning for revenge and justice flickered in her amber eyes. She channeled her inner rage, and called upon the inner demons she knew all too well. Alara shot a large lightning bolt towards Delak. It hit with perfect aim and surged through his metal counterparts. Delak shook in pain, and let out a roar of anguish.

Before Delak could stabilize himself, Alara continued to hop from one rod after the other. A few breaths later, Delak maintained his composure and followed her movements. He grabbed his blaster off his belt and aimed at his target. Fortunately for her, each blast barely missed -if just barely- due to Alara’s quick reflexes. Alara managed to catch hold of the an eight rod, but almost slipped on rain residue in the process. Alara quickly unclipped the saber from her belt and planned her next step.

“You’ve got rage. That’s not a bad thing. In fact, that is why I believe you should have chosen to become a Sith rather than Dark Jedi. Use it to your advantage. Control it, yet embrace what it has to offer…”

Yes, Master, Alara recollected Shadow’s teachings again, I understand now.

With one breath, she called upon the Force. It answered and granted her the aid she requested. With a furious roar, she launched herself at Delak and activated her lightsaber over her head. Focusing on strength, rage, and size, she thrusted him to the ground with her left amplified arm. Delak could do nothing but dodge, but he only managed to move away from direct hit from her fist. The impact of the Dark Jedi’s lightsaber that was held by her right hand completely destroyed and singed the mechanics of Delak’s robotic left shoulder. He hollered in pain while the mechanics of his shoulder sizzled and zapped on the wet surface below him. Alara then directed her lightsaber inches above his throat, hilt in her left hand.

“How’s that for weak and sloppy?” Alara cooed.

“You.. Your rage.. how did you..” Delak winced. His eyes stayed fastly on Alara’s lightsaber.

“I told you. You underestimated me,” Alara tsked at him. She cocked her head to the side as she peered at Delak’s destroyed shoulder. The smiled another crooked smile and ripped the arm off of his shoulder. Delak cried out in pain, but he stayed as still as possible. Alara’s blade held him in his laid position. Ignoring her victim’s cries, she inspected the cybernetic arm and used it as a back scratcher.

“Wow, this thing is pretty impressive,” Alara spoke in a bubbly tone, “Thanks for the shiny!”

“You actually find sport of this, don’t you?” Delak managed to speak in a raspy tone, “Why didn’t you choose to be a Sith?”

“Well, because I don’t like rules. I don’t care about silly codes. What I care about is justice, and the Force. I used both of these things to bring my master honor in battle today,” Alara’s smile suddenly turned into a demonic scowl as she spat out another sentence, “NEVER speak ill of my master again.” She lifted her lightsaber and stood up, but she crunched Delak’s shoulder with her foot. As he let out another yell, Alara walked towards her ship that was still docked on the landing pad. She still carried her new "shiny" with her.

“I brought you justice, Master. I hope you accept it,” Alara practically prayed under her breath. She left Delak to whine in the rain and flew away from the scene in her shuttlecraft.

Delak watched as the Acolyte picked herself up off of the ground. She was visibly shaken from the assault. She picked up her lightsaber and ignited it. The rain hissed and crackled off of the blade. She took a fighting stance and the Sith Warrior flipped his hand and called her into the fight.

Alara made a charge at Delak with all of her might. She sliced left and right trying to land a blow but the learned Warrior was too quick for her. She made a stab for his face and he quickly collapsed into a backwards roll. As he finished his roll he exploded into the air. She looked to see where he had went a d lightning had flashed at the same time blinding her temporarily. Delak landed a kick tobher chest knocking her down once again. She raised her blade just in time to see Delak cut through the handle. He missed her hand but the damage was done. The emitter of the saber lay on the wet deck.

"You have fought a brave fight today little one," he said clearly mocking her. "Next time bring a lightsaber that holds up in battle. Now report back to your master and inform him of your failure here."

Alara headed for her shuttle head bowed in shame. She boarded and took off for the Cocytus system while Delak headed for his Sith Infiltrator waiting for his next training partner.